Strangers In A Strange Land (Zargnax RP 1+2)
Mar 29, 2016 10:58:52 GMT
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Post by Los Pollos™ on Mar 29, 2016 10:58:52 GMT
The scene opens up, as we see through the viewpoint of a camera Zargnax nervously walking backstage of the arena. A young-ish man, wearing glasses, a wrestling-themed t-shirt and a ponytail, strides up to Zargnax with the camera following him.
“Excuse me, Zargnax! I’m Lippy Stanton from Wrestling With Information About Wrestling Dot Com. Could I get a moment with you?”
Zargnax turns to him and shoots him a frustrated look.
“Get out of my way, you filthy human! Before I separate your molecules and scatter them across the third quadrant of the Milky Way!”
Zargnax continues rushing down the halls and into a room. Once Zargnax has stepped inside, Lippy scurries up to it and motions the camera to follow him. The camera follows, as Lippy sneakily opens up the door just enough for the camera to film into the room. It seems to be a maintenance room of sorts. In the middle of which Zargnax paces back-and-forth, holding a device in his hand which he speaks into.
“Dear Captain’s log,
In the universe there are regions of spacetime, known as ‘black holes’, which possess such massive gravitational effects that nothing can escape them – not even light. Sometimes I feel like a black hole.
You see, this is the third time this has happened. The third time that someone in my close vicinity has gotten pulled into the unexplored abyss under the ring. I’ve denied for all of this time, but I can’t deny it any longer; it’s after me!
Whether I have some sort of strange gravitational pull that only attracts whatever is under that ring, or if someone from my space-travelling past has come to get me, doesn’t matter. The fact remains that it’s only a matter of time before I become its victim.
I don’t know what to do. I have no way of fighting whatever that thing is! Maybe I should just leave this planet. But then what? Where would I go? What would I do? I don’t have Computer with me anymore… Maybe I should just make this quick and painless…”
Zargnax takes the ray gun that hangs at his hip and points it to his head.
“It would probably be for the best. I wouldn’t have to through the unspeakable horrors I most likely await under that ring and no more people, no matter how unevolved and uncivilized, would have to be harmed. I just have to accept that I’ve failed my mission to conquer Earth. I couldn’t even get to the finals of the Tag Grand Prix. If only I had a way to summon someone to fight alongside me. Then I could not only continue in the tournament, but also stand a chance against that thing under the ring… Oh, wait, I do have a way.”
Zargnax pulls the ray gun away from his head and looks at it.
“This gun has brought forth someone from another dimension here before. I don’t know how to make it happen, but it’s worth a try.”
He fiddles with the settings a bit, before he points the ray gun towards the far end of the room.
“Here goes the proverbial nothing.”
He pulls the trigger and a bright white light flashes. Zargnax covers his eyes out of reflex. As the flash dies down, a big one-eyed tentacled creature stands before him in the spot where he pointed the gun.
“W-who are you? If you’re that thing-from-under-the-ring, I-I-I’m not going down without a fight!”
The creature lets out a horrible noise that is not much of a sound as much as it is a collection of ear-shattering vibrational airwaves.
“[#&#†›/≈#%€#]”
Before Zargnax can cover his ears, fall down to his knees and scream in horror, another, somewhat familiar, voice speaks up.
“She’s asking you to put down the gun.”
Zargnax drops the gun, mostly out of shock.
“Computer? Is that you? What’s going on?”
The creature extends one of its arms to reveal a digital watch around what could be considered its wrist. On the watch is a digital face – C.O.M.P.U.T.E.R.’s face.
“Well, according to the scan I’ve been doing the past thirty seconds, it seems that me and Algie here have arrived in a parallel dimension; your dimension. So it appears that introductions are in order. Algie, this is Zargnax of dimension C-137. Zargnax, this is Unidentified Eukaryotic Algaenism 17-xzb, or Algie for short.”
Algie lets out a small horrifying ear-shattering noise in acknowledgement.
“From what I’ve managed to translate of what she’s told me, she comes from an alternate plane of existence, often referred to as the Otherworld. Her species have a close biological connection to the different dimensions of our plane of existence. They can sense when things go wrong in our dimensions. So when she sensed that Mr. Crazy had been pulled from my dimension, C-120, she travelled to our world to see why – and to possibly fix the mistake. I offered to help her afte-…”
“Alright, alright, I don’t need your life story! I brought you here because I need back-up! Can you help me or not?”
“[#%µ†/#%()#]”
“She says; ‘you were the one who brought us to this dimension? Were you the one who pulled Mr. Crazy out of dimension C-120 as well?’”
“Well, uh… That doesn’t matter right now! I need a partner for a tag team championship match! Can you help me or not?”
“With all due respect, Zargnax C-137, there are some nefarious things going on in dimension C-120 that threaten the entire existence of the univer-…”
Another ear-shattering noise interrupts Computer.
“[%€#‹ç®#†µıª’/]”
“Are you sure, Algie? Alright, if you think that it's for the best.”
Computer sighs a digital sigh before continuing.
“She says that she accepts your offer.”
“HAHA! YES! And of course, as my tag team partner you’re obligated to protect me if I would be attacked by someone – or something. Great, fantastic! I feel like this is the start of something beautiful...”
Zargnax heads to the door, as the camera shuts off.
“Excuse me, Zargnax! I’m Lippy Stanton from Wrestling With Information About Wrestling Dot Com. Could I get a moment with you?”
Zargnax turns to him and shoots him a frustrated look.
“Get out of my way, you filthy human! Before I separate your molecules and scatter them across the third quadrant of the Milky Way!”
Zargnax continues rushing down the halls and into a room. Once Zargnax has stepped inside, Lippy scurries up to it and motions the camera to follow him. The camera follows, as Lippy sneakily opens up the door just enough for the camera to film into the room. It seems to be a maintenance room of sorts. In the middle of which Zargnax paces back-and-forth, holding a device in his hand which he speaks into.
“Dear Captain’s log,
In the universe there are regions of spacetime, known as ‘black holes’, which possess such massive gravitational effects that nothing can escape them – not even light. Sometimes I feel like a black hole.
You see, this is the third time this has happened. The third time that someone in my close vicinity has gotten pulled into the unexplored abyss under the ring. I’ve denied for all of this time, but I can’t deny it any longer; it’s after me!
Whether I have some sort of strange gravitational pull that only attracts whatever is under that ring, or if someone from my space-travelling past has come to get me, doesn’t matter. The fact remains that it’s only a matter of time before I become its victim.
I don’t know what to do. I have no way of fighting whatever that thing is! Maybe I should just leave this planet. But then what? Where would I go? What would I do? I don’t have Computer with me anymore… Maybe I should just make this quick and painless…”
Zargnax takes the ray gun that hangs at his hip and points it to his head.
“It would probably be for the best. I wouldn’t have to through the unspeakable horrors I most likely await under that ring and no more people, no matter how unevolved and uncivilized, would have to be harmed. I just have to accept that I’ve failed my mission to conquer Earth. I couldn’t even get to the finals of the Tag Grand Prix. If only I had a way to summon someone to fight alongside me. Then I could not only continue in the tournament, but also stand a chance against that thing under the ring… Oh, wait, I do have a way.”
Zargnax pulls the ray gun away from his head and looks at it.
“This gun has brought forth someone from another dimension here before. I don’t know how to make it happen, but it’s worth a try.”
He fiddles with the settings a bit, before he points the ray gun towards the far end of the room.
“Here goes the proverbial nothing.”
He pulls the trigger and a bright white light flashes. Zargnax covers his eyes out of reflex. As the flash dies down, a big one-eyed tentacled creature stands before him in the spot where he pointed the gun.
“W-who are you? If you’re that thing-from-under-the-ring, I-I-I’m not going down without a fight!”
The creature lets out a horrible noise that is not much of a sound as much as it is a collection of ear-shattering vibrational airwaves.
“[#&#†›/≈#%€#]”
Before Zargnax can cover his ears, fall down to his knees and scream in horror, another, somewhat familiar, voice speaks up.
“She’s asking you to put down the gun.”
Zargnax drops the gun, mostly out of shock.
“Computer? Is that you? What’s going on?”
The creature extends one of its arms to reveal a digital watch around what could be considered its wrist. On the watch is a digital face – C.O.M.P.U.T.E.R.’s face.
“Well, according to the scan I’ve been doing the past thirty seconds, it seems that me and Algie here have arrived in a parallel dimension; your dimension. So it appears that introductions are in order. Algie, this is Zargnax of dimension C-137. Zargnax, this is Unidentified Eukaryotic Algaenism 17-xzb, or Algie for short.”
Algie lets out a small horrifying ear-shattering noise in acknowledgement.
“From what I’ve managed to translate of what she’s told me, she comes from an alternate plane of existence, often referred to as the Otherworld. Her species have a close biological connection to the different dimensions of our plane of existence. They can sense when things go wrong in our dimensions. So when she sensed that Mr. Crazy had been pulled from my dimension, C-120, she travelled to our world to see why – and to possibly fix the mistake. I offered to help her afte-…”
“Alright, alright, I don’t need your life story! I brought you here because I need back-up! Can you help me or not?”
“[#%µ†/#%()#]”
“She says; ‘you were the one who brought us to this dimension? Were you the one who pulled Mr. Crazy out of dimension C-120 as well?’”
“Well, uh… That doesn’t matter right now! I need a partner for a tag team championship match! Can you help me or not?”
“With all due respect, Zargnax C-137, there are some nefarious things going on in dimension C-120 that threaten the entire existence of the univer-…”
Another ear-shattering noise interrupts Computer.
“[%€#‹ç®#†µıª’/]”
“Are you sure, Algie? Alright, if you think that it's for the best.”
Computer sighs a digital sigh before continuing.
“She says that she accepts your offer.”
“HAHA! YES! And of course, as my tag team partner you’re obligated to protect me if I would be attacked by someone – or something. Great, fantastic! I feel like this is the start of something beautiful...”
Zargnax heads to the door, as the camera shuts off.