The War of the Worlds (Starship Madness RP 3+4)
Apr 7, 2016 16:08:20 GMT
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Post by Los Pollos™ on Apr 7, 2016 16:08:20 GMT
The door to the maintenance room closes, as Zargnax leaves the room, leaving only Algie and her wrist watch, C.O.M.P.U.T.E.R., in the darkened, dull maintenance space of an arena somewhere in Philadelphia.
“I may have centillion yottabytes of random-access information on my hard drive, Algie, but I can’t for the battery life of me understand this. Why did you agree to become his tag team partner? If he truly was the one who brought us here, he may surely be the one who brought Mr. Crazy to this dimension as well. What if he’s the one who’s responsible for everything that has happened in dimension C-120?”
“[€#/≈ß#√ª’‘›‹#ç≈÷]”
“Yes, I guess you have a point. If Zargnax C-137 is behind this, staying close to him is a good way to get information about all of this. But still, Algie, you are not a trained wrestler. How do you expect to compete in a combat sport without any prior training?”
“[∂/#£›’›‹√´#ç≈/÷ß]”
“Oh, I didn’t know you could do that. Well, I don’t think that spiritually penetrating the minds of humanity and extracting their wrestling knowledge counts as proper training, but I have to admit that it’s better than nothing. Okay, you have convinced me, Algie. You have my support.”
Algie straightens her back and puffs out her tentacled chest, transitioning into a prideful posture.
“But I have to ask – where did Zargnax go? And does he just expect us to stay here in this dark room until he comes back?”
Algie shrugs and just she does, the door opens again, and Zargnax barges in with a video camera attached to a tripod. He begins setting it up in the middle of the room, as he begins talking.
“How is my new tag team partner and future Twin Egg Champion doing? Good. Now listen! I don’t how they did it in whatever dimension you just came from, but in this dimension we have to cut ‘promos’ before big matches. It’s some sort of tradition on this planet, for some reason. So just stand there and look pretty and let the Intergalactic Conqueror do the talking.”
Zargnax finishes setting up the camera, presses the record button and steps into frame next to Algie, who is visibly uncomfortable with the whole situation.
ON-CAMERA
Somewhere in a dark maintenance room, Zargnax is standing confidently, next to a nervous-looking one-eyed tentacle monster.
“Do not adjust whatever primitive human-made apparatus you are using to watch this on – the hideous creature next to me is indeed real! HAHAHAHAHA!!”
Zargnax laughs a confident laugh, as Algie seems to take offense to being called ‘hideous’.
“They say that the universe works in mysterious ways. Truly, there are few species within its vast space that have managed to figure out much about it. It still remains a mystery to most organisms that dwell in it.
Then there are some organisms – like myself – who are so much more intelligent and otherwise superior to every other living being, that they are able to decipher the entire structure of the cosmos. And not only have I done that, but I have also made it my proverbial bitch! You see, if all you humans weren’t so busy being dumb and ugly monkeys, maybe you too could accomplished what I’ve done! In theory, of course, you wouldn’t be able to do it practice. Because you’re low-intelligent life forms.
But the point I’m trying to make is that I used my superior intellect, and my Ray Gun, to once again open a portal to another dimension and now I present to you the greatest, most dangerous, most horrific creature in the universe, my new tag team partner –
What was your name again?”
Zargnax turns to Algie to ask the question, but before she can answer, Zargnax turns back to the camera and resumes the promo.
“It doesn’t matter. What matters is that The Great Zargnax is still in the tournament! And I’m going to win it and I’m not going to let anyone take it from me! And neither is my tag partner, this space monster over here! HAHA!”
Zargnax pats Algie violently on the shoulder, catching her by surprise, before continuing.
“So when it is time to clash in this War of the Worlds in the Minitropolis - you can bring your best. Bring your Canadian sports-sticks, bring your over-sized Neanderthal-hybrid humans and bring your over-sized owl-hybrid humans! It doesn’t matter, because I’m bringing a space monster! Not because I need to, but because I can! HAHAHA!! You can even bring your former tag partner that can’t legally compete in this match, but you dress him up differently or something. I don’t care, because you all look the same to me! And I’m going to treat you the same! And by that I mean crushing you! HAHAHAHA!!!
The Intergalactic Conqueror is back on top, and it’s only a matter of time before I rule this planet and all of you stupid monkeys! But before that happens, my tractor beam is aimed at the Twin Egg Championships! And believe me – they will get
CONQUERED!
HAHAHAHA!!!”
With that, Zargnax goes up to the camera and turns it off.
OFF-CAMERA
“I think that turned out fantastic! It feels so good to be great! Oh, and good job to you there, buddy!”
Zargnax gives a faux-enthusiastic pat on the shoulder to the even more unenthusiastic Algie. Zargnaxp picks up the camera and its tripod and leaves the room before Algie or C.O.M.P.U.T.E.R. can say a word. Once he has left, a horrible ear-shattering noise can finally be uttered.
“[›‹/€†≈%#≈|Ω√ª-#]”
“Well, it was you who insisted on teaming up with him. You only have yourself to blame.”
Algie hangs her head and lets out a sad little ear-shattering noise.
“So… do you want to pass the time with some Tetris?”
“I may have centillion yottabytes of random-access information on my hard drive, Algie, but I can’t for the battery life of me understand this. Why did you agree to become his tag team partner? If he truly was the one who brought us here, he may surely be the one who brought Mr. Crazy to this dimension as well. What if he’s the one who’s responsible for everything that has happened in dimension C-120?”
“[€#/≈ß#√ª’‘›‹#ç≈÷]”
“Yes, I guess you have a point. If Zargnax C-137 is behind this, staying close to him is a good way to get information about all of this. But still, Algie, you are not a trained wrestler. How do you expect to compete in a combat sport without any prior training?”
“[∂/#£›’›‹√´#ç≈/÷ß]”
“Oh, I didn’t know you could do that. Well, I don’t think that spiritually penetrating the minds of humanity and extracting their wrestling knowledge counts as proper training, but I have to admit that it’s better than nothing. Okay, you have convinced me, Algie. You have my support.”
Algie straightens her back and puffs out her tentacled chest, transitioning into a prideful posture.
“But I have to ask – where did Zargnax go? And does he just expect us to stay here in this dark room until he comes back?”
Algie shrugs and just she does, the door opens again, and Zargnax barges in with a video camera attached to a tripod. He begins setting it up in the middle of the room, as he begins talking.
“How is my new tag team partner and future Twin Egg Champion doing? Good. Now listen! I don’t how they did it in whatever dimension you just came from, but in this dimension we have to cut ‘promos’ before big matches. It’s some sort of tradition on this planet, for some reason. So just stand there and look pretty and let the Intergalactic Conqueror do the talking.”
Zargnax finishes setting up the camera, presses the record button and steps into frame next to Algie, who is visibly uncomfortable with the whole situation.
ON-CAMERA
Somewhere in a dark maintenance room, Zargnax is standing confidently, next to a nervous-looking one-eyed tentacle monster.
“Do not adjust whatever primitive human-made apparatus you are using to watch this on – the hideous creature next to me is indeed real! HAHAHAHAHA!!”
Zargnax laughs a confident laugh, as Algie seems to take offense to being called ‘hideous’.
“They say that the universe works in mysterious ways. Truly, there are few species within its vast space that have managed to figure out much about it. It still remains a mystery to most organisms that dwell in it.
Then there are some organisms – like myself – who are so much more intelligent and otherwise superior to every other living being, that they are able to decipher the entire structure of the cosmos. And not only have I done that, but I have also made it my proverbial bitch! You see, if all you humans weren’t so busy being dumb and ugly monkeys, maybe you too could accomplished what I’ve done! In theory, of course, you wouldn’t be able to do it practice. Because you’re low-intelligent life forms.
But the point I’m trying to make is that I used my superior intellect, and my Ray Gun, to once again open a portal to another dimension and now I present to you the greatest, most dangerous, most horrific creature in the universe, my new tag team partner –
What was your name again?”
Zargnax turns to Algie to ask the question, but before she can answer, Zargnax turns back to the camera and resumes the promo.
“It doesn’t matter. What matters is that The Great Zargnax is still in the tournament! And I’m going to win it and I’m not going to let anyone take it from me! And neither is my tag partner, this space monster over here! HAHA!”
Zargnax pats Algie violently on the shoulder, catching her by surprise, before continuing.
“So when it is time to clash in this War of the Worlds in the Minitropolis - you can bring your best. Bring your Canadian sports-sticks, bring your over-sized Neanderthal-hybrid humans and bring your over-sized owl-hybrid humans! It doesn’t matter, because I’m bringing a space monster! Not because I need to, but because I can! HAHAHA!! You can even bring your former tag partner that can’t legally compete in this match, but you dress him up differently or something. I don’t care, because you all look the same to me! And I’m going to treat you the same! And by that I mean crushing you! HAHAHAHA!!!
The Intergalactic Conqueror is back on top, and it’s only a matter of time before I rule this planet and all of you stupid monkeys! But before that happens, my tractor beam is aimed at the Twin Egg Championships! And believe me – they will get
CONQUERED!
HAHAHAHA!!!”
With that, Zargnax goes up to the camera and turns it off.
OFF-CAMERA
“I think that turned out fantastic! It feels so good to be great! Oh, and good job to you there, buddy!”
Zargnax gives a faux-enthusiastic pat on the shoulder to the even more unenthusiastic Algie. Zargnaxp picks up the camera and its tripod and leaves the room before Algie or C.O.M.P.U.T.E.R. can say a word. Once he has left, a horrible ear-shattering noise can finally be uttered.
“[›‹/€†≈%#≈|Ω√ª-#]”
“Well, it was you who insisted on teaming up with him. You only have yourself to blame.”
Algie hangs her head and lets out a sad little ear-shattering noise.
“So… do you want to pass the time with some Tetris?”