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Post by Raven8 on Apr 19, 2009 14:00:23 GMT -8
Combatants: ColdMan and ____
Battle type: Single judge.
Length: 1 turn (not uncluding beginning posts)
Story bonus: Yes.
Judge: Raven8
Open to any challengers.
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Post by Jake on Apr 19, 2009 15:15:02 GMT -8
I will fight ColdMan with MetalMan, if ya accept.
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Post by Raven8 on Apr 19, 2009 19:22:45 GMT -8
That's fine, youre up first.
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Post by Jake on May 6, 2009 9:41:51 GMT -8
(I uber apologize for taking so long to post. I thought I already had, but it turns out I just wrote it down on paper.)
A metallic navi with a red and blue color scheme walked around the area, double checking its stability and patrolling for virii. He often checked this area in his spare time. He had to keep this area safe, it was important to him. The network itself wasn't anything special. It was small, just a bit larger than the average home page, and oversimplified graphics that would be at him a couple hundred years ago. It was two stories total, neither overlapping, and connected by a single ramp on the north. The bottom platform featured a BBS, filled mainly with just checkup reports from Metal and random chat, and both platforms featured a large, single, unmoving gear in the center. This last touch was modified in by the network administrator at the request of MetalMan. He walked up to the BBS and filled out a quick message.
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Poster: MetalMan.EXE Subject: All Clear Message:
Nothing seems damaged. No virii around. Neither is the fridge you thought you saw.
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With the checking done, MetalMan sat on the gear on the bottom platform. He was glad he didn't find a fridge here. He liked the area as it was. It reminded him of the past. He missed those days. Back then he could relax and just listen to what his OP said and he was happy. Nowadays it took a lot more. He sighed.
MetalMan.EXE: "... Why do humans have to have such short lives compared to us navis? It hurts to see them go away."
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Post by Raven8 on May 6, 2009 9:49:25 GMT -8
*As MetalMan sat, something appeard behind him... it was indeed a living fridge. Standing quietly, the fridge; Coldman, watched with care. As MetalMan finished speaking, ColdMan slowly reached behind his back, and with a silent grace.... pulls out a giant turkey leg and slams it into MetalMan, reducing him to the shape of a bottle cap*
ColdMan: PWN'D!
MetalMan: DELETED!
<Winner: ColdMan. Rank: S>
Rewards:
ColdMan; TURKEY SAMMICH! MetalMan: +1 Version, 10,000z.
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