Capuchin's blade pierced the burning flesh of the experiment, and even sent it back a few feet. Unfortunately, she misjudged how far away the lava was, failed to push it in.
"Sto...st......stop it, it hurts..." the monstrous navi moaned, trying to steady itself again. By this point, it was struggling to even stay standing, but still managed to lash out at Capuchin. Its claws slipped past Capuchin's boomerang, sinking into her just as the wooden projectile-turned-blade buried itself in its head.
The fires raged for a few more seconds, before slowly dying away. What hadn't already been twisted into a scaled nightmare of the experiment navi was now burnt away, leaving a data skeletal structure still glowing with heat in several places.
It slumped to the ground, staring up at Capuchin with its one remaining, glowing eye. "Sorry...I'm sorry..." it said.
"Kill...me..."
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Experiment Navi: 1 HP (Kneeling on Magnet)
Capuchin.EXE: 1 HP (Standing on Metal) (Accuracy -30%) (Verbal communication with NetOp lost)
Terrain: 40% Normal, 40% Metal (In a rather shoddy checkerboard pattern)
10% Lava (Behind Experiment Navi)
10% Magnet (Under Experiment Navi)
Objects:
-Rubble x4: 5 HP each (Scattered randomly)
-Wires: 60 HP (Overhead, superheated)
Special:
-Darkness (Accuracy down)
-Mist (Accuracy down slightly, illusion, ???)
-FIRE! (30 fire damage to all non-fire navis, burnt out
-Area Offline (Strain on PET battery: 6 Turns Remaining)
Where are you? PART 3
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Capuchin gazed at the experiment, wide eyed with shock. Its figure was as dismantled as the viruses were. Her body was tired and she was on the brink of collapsing yet she would fufill this navi's last wish...there was no choice.
A final swarm of data flowed into her left hand, forming it into the blade of a common sword. She turned to see it with a glance and then all sight rested once more at the charred image of the experiment. The pain it must have endured, all the suffering, all the destruction it committed.
"I...I'm sorry it had to end this way..." Capuchin panted as she lifted the sword. "Everything......you suffered from....it ends now." Her arm lifted into the air high above her head as she looked down at the experiment with sad eyes. She may never understood what horrors it had seen, but it must have been nothing no navi should face. "I'll make sure to defeat those Net Mafia Ba***rds so that no one will ever suffer again like you did...." She gave a weal smile as she said the last part, "It's alright...There's nothing....to be sorry about..." And with that, she let the sword swing down at the Experiment's body, planning to end this now.
Summary
1. sword (80) experiment navi
2. dodge
3. dodge
4. dodge
A final swarm of data flowed into her left hand, forming it into the blade of a common sword. She turned to see it with a glance and then all sight rested once more at the charred image of the experiment. The pain it must have endured, all the suffering, all the destruction it committed.
"I...I'm sorry it had to end this way..." Capuchin panted as she lifted the sword. "Everything......you suffered from....it ends now." Her arm lifted into the air high above her head as she looked down at the experiment with sad eyes. She may never understood what horrors it had seen, but it must have been nothing no navi should face. "I'll make sure to defeat those Net Mafia Ba***rds so that no one will ever suffer again like you did...." She gave a weal smile as she said the last part, "It's alright...There's nothing....to be sorry about..." And with that, she let the sword swing down at the Experiment's body, planning to end this now.
Summary
1. sword (80) experiment navi
2. dodge
3. dodge
4. dodge
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Capuchin's blade swung down and buried itself in the experiment's head, splitting the crown in half. It tumbled over instantly, dead as soon as the blade hit. The scaled nightmare of a right half of it's body began to fall away in flakes, leaving scarred data where it remained. Eventually, the rest of the body began to break apart as well, slowly scattering into the air.
It was over.
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VICTORY!
GET: 1000z, RageClaw2
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Yet, still, the power didn't return, and there was no apparent way out. The wires overhead had been fried, and an entire panel had been ripped off where the disintegrating experiment now lay, the magnetized contents within sparking madly.
Perhaps that, at least, could be fixed, were there any programs with the knowledge of how to nearby.
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Capuchin.EXE: 1 HP (Standing on Metal) (Accuracy -30%) (Verbal communication with NetOp lost)
Terrain: 40% Normal, 40% Metal (In a rather shoddy checkerboard pattern)
10% Lava (2 moves ahead, 1 to right)
10% Magnet (In front of Capucin)
Objects:
-Rubble x4: 5 HP each (Scattered randomly)
-Wires: 60 HP (Overhead, superheated)
Special:
-Darkness (Vision reduced)
-Mist (Vision reduced slightly, illusion, ???)
-Area Offline (Strain on PET battery: 5 Turns Remaining)
It was over.
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VICTORY!
GET: 1000
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Yet, still, the power didn't return, and there was no apparent way out. The wires overhead had been fried, and an entire panel had been ripped off where the disintegrating experiment now lay, the magnetized contents within sparking madly.
Perhaps that, at least, could be fixed, were there any programs with the knowledge of how to nearby.
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Capuchin.EXE: 1 HP (Standing on Metal) (Accuracy -30%) (Verbal communication with NetOp lost)
Terrain: 40% Normal, 40% Metal (In a rather shoddy checkerboard pattern)
10% Lava (2 moves ahead, 1 to right)
10% Magnet (In front of Capucin)
Objects:
-Rubble x4: 5 HP each (Scattered randomly)
-Wires: 60 HP (Overhead, superheated)
Special:
-Darkness (Vision reduced)
-Mist (Vision reduced slightly, illusion, ???)
-Area Offline (Strain on PET battery: 5 Turns Remaining)
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Capuchin stared at the spot where the enemy once stood. It was saddening at what it become thanks to the net mafia. Though the battle pretty much sucked up all her life from her yet she was still trapped inside the area.
"Damn..." She panted as she struggled to keep standing. She was holding on to her last strand of life left while attempting to find her way to a dying PET...it almost seemed futile...NO! She couldn't give up, she'd be deleted trying if that was the case. She wouldn't stand around here. From what she had recalled when she first entered the area the corpses of the Mr. Progs that littered the floor. Perhaps there was another around here, still alive. The small portion of hope left let the dim light of her golden eye shine. She immediatley forced her legs to start moving backwards. "HEY!" She shouted, "Is there anything left alive here?!"
"Damn..." She panted as she struggled to keep standing. She was holding on to her last strand of life left while attempting to find her way to a dying PET...it almost seemed futile...NO! She couldn't give up, she'd be deleted trying if that was the case. She wouldn't stand around here. From what she had recalled when she first entered the area the corpses of the Mr. Progs that littered the floor. Perhaps there was another around here, still alive. The small portion of hope left let the dim light of her golden eye shine. She immediatley forced her legs to start moving backwards. "HEY!" She shouted, "Is there anything left alive here?!"
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For a minute, nothing.
Then, a distorted mechanical voice called out from somewhere nearby. "OVER HERE," it said. From the sound of it, it seemed to be coming from somewhere near the molten patch on the ground not too far away.
What was visible around her, however, now showed very clear signs of beginning to collapse. Entire pieces were missing from the floor, and the strange mist, by the light of almost constant sparks, was now starting to look more and more like a debris cloud than actual mist.
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Capuchin.EXE: 1 HP (Standing on Metal) (Accuracy -30%) (Verbal communication with NetOp lost)
Unknown:
Mr Prog?: ??? (near lava panel?)
Terrain: 40% Normal, 40% Metal (In a rather shoddy checkerboard pattern)
10% Lava (2 moves ahead, 1 to right)
10% Magnet (In front of Capucin)
Objects:
-Rubble x4: 5 HP each (Scattered randomly)
-Wires: 60 HP (Overhead, superheated)
Special:
-Darkness (Vision reduced)
-Mist (Vision reduced slightly, illusion, ???)
-Area Offline (Strain on PET battery: 4 Turns Remaining)
Then, a distorted mechanical voice called out from somewhere nearby. "OVER HERE," it said. From the sound of it, it seemed to be coming from somewhere near the molten patch on the ground not too far away.
What was visible around her, however, now showed very clear signs of beginning to collapse. Entire pieces were missing from the floor, and the strange mist, by the light of almost constant sparks, was now starting to look more and more like a debris cloud than actual mist.
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Capuchin.EXE: 1 HP (Standing on Metal) (Accuracy -30%) (Verbal communication with NetOp lost)
Unknown:
Mr Prog?: ??? (near lava panel?)
Terrain: 40% Normal, 40% Metal (In a rather shoddy checkerboard pattern)
10% Lava (2 moves ahead, 1 to right)
10% Magnet (In front of Capucin)
Objects:
-Rubble x4: 5 HP each (Scattered randomly)
-Wires: 60 HP (Overhead, superheated)
Special:
-Darkness (Vision reduced)
-Mist (Vision reduced slightly, illusion, ???)
-Area Offline (Strain on PET battery: 4 Turns Remaining)
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"Hang on!" Capuchin cheeped as she slowly and cautiously made her way towards teh voice. She worried about this whole situation as she moved to the left attempting to keep away from any deathtraps that would kill her. Although there was not a lot of time left, she would have to do something quick or die here. Deletion, an option she refused to do.
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As Capuchin approached the molten patch, a single living program came into view. It was lying at the foot of it, tangled in wires. Though large patches of its exterior were seared from the wires, it appeared mostly functional.
"CAN YOU...GIVE ME A HAND HERE?" it asked, emitting sparks as it spoke. "I WAS TRYING TO FIX THE NETWORK CONNECTION WHEN THESE WIRES HEATED UP AND THE GROUND CAUGHT ON FIRE." It struggled in its heated bindings for a few seconds, to no avail.
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Capuchin.EXE: 1 HP (Standing on Normal) (Accuracy -30%) (Verbal communication with NetOp lost)
Unknown:
Mr Prog: ??? (near lava panel) (Bound by wires)
Terrain: 40% Normal, 40% Metal (In a rather shoddy checkerboard pattern)
10% Lava (ahead)
10% Magnet (Behind and to left)
Objects:
-Rubble x4: 5 HP each (Scattered randomly)
-Wires: 60 HP (Overhead, superheated)
-Wires2: 40 HP (Next to lava panel) (Binding Mr Prog) (superheated)
Special:
-Darkness (Vision reduced)
-Mist (Vision reduced slightly, illusion, ???)
-Area Offline (Strain on PET battery: 3 Turns Remaining)
"CAN YOU...GIVE ME A HAND HERE?" it asked, emitting sparks as it spoke. "I WAS TRYING TO FIX THE NETWORK CONNECTION WHEN THESE WIRES HEATED UP AND THE GROUND CAUGHT ON FIRE." It struggled in its heated bindings for a few seconds, to no avail.
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Capuchin.EXE: 1 HP (Standing on Normal) (Accuracy -30%) (Verbal communication with NetOp lost)
Unknown:
Mr Prog: ??? (near lava panel) (Bound by wires)
Terrain: 40% Normal, 40% Metal (In a rather shoddy checkerboard pattern)
10% Lava (ahead)
10% Magnet (Behind and to left)
Objects:
-Rubble x4: 5 HP each (Scattered randomly)
-Wires: 60 HP (Overhead, superheated)
-Wires2: 40 HP (Next to lava panel) (Binding Mr Prog) (superheated)
Special:
-Darkness (Vision reduced)
-Mist (Vision reduced slightly, illusion, ???)
-Area Offline (Strain on PET battery: 3 Turns Remaining)
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Capuchin rushed to the Prog's left side and looked at the damage with care.
"Esh!" She cheeped as she noticed all the poor prog's battle scars and injuries. "You certainly have had some bad luck today...but we pretty much all did."
Her fingers gently went to work, carefully untangling each wire from the Mr. Prog. She was deciding to be a bit more cautious about this than she usually was. She'd probably have cut it away with her sword or pole, yet she could have injured the Mr. Prog in the process, and by the looks of him, he had as much energy as she did. They were both in serous trouble. Capuchin had to escape soon or face being deleted.
"Esh!" She cheeped as she noticed all the poor prog's battle scars and injuries. "You certainly have had some bad luck today...but we pretty much all did."
Her fingers gently went to work, carefully untangling each wire from the Mr. Prog. She was deciding to be a bit more cautious about this than she usually was. She'd probably have cut it away with her sword or pole, yet she could have injured the Mr. Prog in the process, and by the looks of him, he had as much energy as she did. They were both in serous trouble. Capuchin had to escape soon or face being deleted.
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The wires, only having slightly cooled from the earlier inferno, felt hot under Capuchin's fingers even as she delicately handled them to avoid burning herself. Surprisingly, they came undone rather easily. It seemed more that the prog had run into them and pulled them loose, after which they wrapped around them rather than getting tied into knots. Eventually, he was free enough to move around without burning himself.
"THAN-KS," he sputtered, floating over to the magnetic patch that the experiment had disintegrated on top of.
Roughly a minute later, the lights of the homepage flickered back on. What had once probably been a casino or game room now looked like an explosion had ripped it apart. The no longer sparking magnetic patch, taking the shape of massive claw marks, was now revealed to have had several wires built into the floor running around it. The molten patch had been normal, then subject to intense heat by some sort of appliance that now lay several feet away from the patch, mangled beyond any possible recognition. Poker tables and slot machines were scattered in somewhat recognizable pieces all around the room, as were the remains of other Progs Capuchin had seen earlier, now looking more like black charred goo than anything else. Sparking wires still hung overhead, which the surviving prog moved to work on next, and chunks of the walls and floor were gone completely. The mist still hung in the air, but was now beginning to settle, falling into the missing pieces of the floor.
Still, the power had returned, leaving Capuchin free to jack out without data loss.
"THAN-KS," he sputtered, floating over to the magnetic patch that the experiment had disintegrated on top of.
Roughly a minute later, the lights of the homepage flickered back on. What had once probably been a casino or game room now looked like an explosion had ripped it apart. The no longer sparking magnetic patch, taking the shape of massive claw marks, was now revealed to have had several wires built into the floor running around it. The molten patch had been normal, then subject to intense heat by some sort of appliance that now lay several feet away from the patch, mangled beyond any possible recognition. Poker tables and slot machines were scattered in somewhat recognizable pieces all around the room, as were the remains of other Progs Capuchin had seen earlier, now looking more like black charred goo than anything else. Sparking wires still hung overhead, which the surviving prog moved to work on next, and chunks of the walls and floor were gone completely. The mist still hung in the air, but was now beginning to settle, falling into the missing pieces of the floor.
Still, the power had returned, leaving Capuchin free to jack out without data loss.
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Capuchin stared at the damage done and could only give out a sad expression with a sigh. "I'm sorry that this had to happen..." She told the prog. "But I do hope that everything goes back to normal around here soon for you."
"C-CAPUCHIN!" Came an astonished sob that loudly announced its presence.
"AIDA!" The monkey navi cheeped back with happiness, "OH MAN! I'm so glad that I can speak to you again!"
"I kn-know....I felt....l-like....I'd ne-never..."
Capuchin only gave out a huge grin at this. "NAH! I would never let myself be deleted! If I did, who would help you with all your problems?"
"Y-your right..." Aida laughed a bit as she finished sobbing her last cry. "I'd be a total wreck without you...an-nd I know you'd never give up..."
"DARN STRAIGHT!" Capuchin gave a bit of a stretch, "Why don't we jack out of this place for now and relax. I'm pretty beat."
"Y-yes."
Capuchin's last words were to the prog. "I hope that your Navi and Netop aren't too steamed. Seeya." She gave a small wave of goodbye as she vanished back to her PET.
"C-CAPUCHIN!" Came an astonished sob that loudly announced its presence.
"AIDA!" The monkey navi cheeped back with happiness, "OH MAN! I'm so glad that I can speak to you again!"
"I kn-know....I felt....l-like....I'd ne-never..."
Capuchin only gave out a huge grin at this. "NAH! I would never let myself be deleted! If I did, who would help you with all your problems?"
"Y-your right..." Aida laughed a bit as she finished sobbing her last cry. "I'd be a total wreck without you...an-nd I know you'd never give up..."
"DARN STRAIGHT!" Capuchin gave a bit of a stretch, "Why don't we jack out of this place for now and relax. I'm pretty beat."
"Y-yes."
Capuchin's last words were to the prog. "I hope that your Navi and Netop aren't too steamed. Seeya." She gave a small wave of goodbye as she vanished back to her PET.