The question is, how meta do I go? I thought about making my own rules to mimic the feel of old style gaming.

At the moment, assuming I go ahead with the idea for a homebrew ruleset, the stats would be HP, 'flinch' (how long you're invincible after being hit), jumping, and movement speed. Melee and ranged abilities are measured in power and speed, with 'techniques' available for purchase (such as slide attacks or charge-up shoots). I'm still working on the power/damage system, but speed would be measured in number of shots allowed on screen (ie, rate of fire in one turn).

>>7032591
Quirky rules could be fun, but they also take away the seriousness of the setting if you want a grim dark or a deconstruction.

an infinite city would have low rent

>>7032622
It doesn't have to be literally infinite. It could be like the City in the Protomen albums. It stretches on, and nobody really seems to leave.

For the setting; its a large city, teeming with corruption and greed. Major controlling forces will include the Syndicate and two robotics corporations (both owned by two very talented doctors). Ninja clans lurk and commit evil in the shadows, and horrible cthulhoid menaces may be found in the confusing maze of pipes and Pipes underneath the city. Strange realms and otherwordly creatures from distant realms may sometimes appear from those dread Pipes.

Just outside of the city there's a lava world and an ice world and a jungle world...

>>7032538
>a city stretching into infinity
That means that every single square ft of the planet's surface is urbanized. That would be mind blowing if it actually happened in reality.

I've wanted to do something like this for ages, a stark urban setting like those urban backgrounds you'd find in some of Sega's better games.

I'm amazed that /tg/ seems more interested in the idea of a city-planet than a story in the style of their childhood games. You guys loved the Cthulhuoid Zelda thread, and the 1980s setting thread.

In an big 8bit mashup cthulhuoid Zelda elements would go really well I think.

Hope rides alone.

>>7032825
What kind of man builds a machine to kill a girl?
No, he did not use his hands, like a smart man he used a tool, but just the same!
Can you question who's to blame?!

I just think we've had way too many Protomen threads (right after the thing came out) to care anymore. There was talk of a game set in the Protomen world, with the robot masters being god tier rape machines and such.

>>7032591

I kind of like that concept, encapsulating the "Game" aspect of the inspiration in the rules. Meeting a balance between what works(mechanically), what's fun,
and what's best for the atmosphere will be the trickiest part, though.

OP would be interested in checking out a band called The Protomen. They make alt rock based on the Megaman games, with a grimdark setting detailed in the song lyrics.

>>7032902

herpaderp

Disregard that, I came way too fucking late to the party. That'll teach me to leave a tab open for twenty minutes before replying.

Doctor Ivo Robotnik, owner of Egg Industries, one of the largest robotics companies in existence and a major investor in the field of space exploration. Recently the good doctor has come under fire from environmental groups for alleged breaches of environmental safeguards and unsafe working conditions, but investigations by the state have turned up no evidence of any wrong-doing. So Doctor Ivo continues to steadily dominate, even deploying automatic armies to 'safeguard his assets' in less developed nations, which sometimes results in ruthless purges of surrounding areas. Recently the doctor has met stiff resistance to his campaigners of intimidation from a group of activists led by the mysterious 'Big Blue' of which nothing is known about.

Doctor Ivo suspects that Wily Corp, his violently close competitor, may be behind the group.

>>7032849
WHAT WAS HER NAME?

>>7032875
>robot masters being god tier rape machines

IF A CLOUD SHOULD BLOCK OUT THE SUN?!

>>7032954
Doesn't matter.

>>7032849
>>7032954
>>7032967
I love you, /tg/.

Also: OP would be interested in using Wushu instead of homebrewing some rules. It works very well for this sort of setting and means not having to think about balance, or making people learn a new and complicated system.

http://wiki.saberpunk.net/Wushu/HomePage

Well, this has at least made me put the Protomen albums on again.

Thanks, /tg/.

LIGHT UP THE NIGHT

FUCK YEAH

Pardon my occasional typo, it's past midnight where I am.

Obvious statistics for an 8 bit hero would have to be: Jumping, Move Speed, Hit Points, Flinching. Some heroes might be able to fight close-up, but most will probably not. For those who can, unarmed Power (Close), Attack Rate (Close) and close combat Techniques will be invaluable. Close combat besides regular melee, in fact most close combat, will probably involve jumping on people's heads.

Ranged attacks will have Accuracy (2, 4, or 8 directional aiming; the more directions you can aim in the more accurate you can be), Rate of Fire (how many shots can appear 'on screen') and Power (pistol = weak, megabuster = medium, rocket gun = strong)

Possible ideas for purchasable techniques:
Charge-up Shot [elect not to fire any shots after the first shot, then spend a turn or two increasing the power of your next shot]
Slide
- Power Slide [damage enemies with your slide]
Jump Attack [squash people]
- Ground Pound
Grapple [able to automatically grab and hold appropriate enemies for a short amount of time]
- Grapple Attack [smack enemies about whilst they're grabbed]
- Grapple Throw [throw and damage the enemy]
Bombs [drop time bombs, possibly to destroy obstacles]
Shield [chance that attacks hitting your front will be blocked]

>>7033062
Mario, for instance, would probably be about medium speed, good jumping, and jump attack abilities. His HP would absolutely suck [possibly add some kind of ability to mimic his mushroom eating].

Mega Man would have excellant HP, not that great jumping, a good Flinch, Slide ability, and a 3 shot weapon with Charge-Up.

Etc...

>>7033022
Thank you, I'll definitely be downloading and checking this out.

So, robot building supervillians, all power crime lords, ninja clans, and the Mushroom Kingdom underneath the city (with possibilities of Deep One-like Zora and other distorted Hyrulian things). What am I missing?

>>7032966
THERE WILL BE-...!

Goddamnit I love the motherfucking Protomen.

>>7033231
Ninja-crime terrorist groups led by a psychic overlord and his boxer, wrestler, and cage-fighter minions.

Willy was just a normal man; he had a job that only just covered his expenses and a wife he barely got a chance to see. He kept telling himself that it was all worthwhile, that someday things would be right. Before he went down into mines for the final time.

Things were always spooky, especially when you're down their more-or-less alone. But this time it was different. This time he wasn't alone, and the Things that drifted in the darkness would reveal to him the dark truth of the cosmos. The whole truth of the vast, uncaring, lonely universe.

this is the most awesome idea I've heard of in a while, but I'd probably opt to make it less grimdark and closer to the feel of the games.

but, the, this is /tg/, grimdark is what we do most of the time.

I feel like one of the character options should be a Contra-style commando who dishes out alot of damage, but dies in one shot, but I don't know how you would balance that. maybe have hp and lives be two separate stats?

>>7033588
That sounds good, and suitably fluffy. I get what you mean about toning down the grimdark. I really feel like its one or the other.

All you wounded- those of you who can- pick yourselves off the ground, hurry back, tell your leader- you'll need more men.

This reminds me of the time that some friends and I were making characters for a notoriously scatter-brained DM known for his faggotry. Since the game would almost certainly be cancelled, even though the dude was constantly pestering us, a friend of mine decided to just make a character. He made Sonic the Hedgehog.

Not Sonic the Hedgehog though, literally Sonic the Hedgehog as he is the genesis games. He could see all around him because he viewed life on a 2D plane, and was essentially a 2D creature. He was mute and could not perform much interaction at all, and had a compulsive urge to smash all televisions (as well as Delusion: TVs contain power-ups!).

It was amazing, and the DM raged. This was all for nought, for as my friend predicted he soon got distracted by something else and cancelled.

At the heart of the city there is a building that looks down over all there is.
And the man in the tower controls it all without raising a single fist.
It's like they gathered up the city, they sold it to the devil, and now
It's gone to hell and they wonder how.

Well, a friend once told me:
Men, they would follow any man who would turn the wheels.
Now the wheels are spinning out of control; what would they do if we held them still?
If you destroy the working parts, what you'll get is a broken machine.
A beacon of light from a burning screen.

I can't help but feel that trying to emulate Kirby would throw a wrench into this idea. How would you do it? And how would you balance it?

>>7033725
Opposed strength rolls necessary to inhale. Can't inhale anything more than one size category bigger than you. Powers gained from inhaling don't last very long.

Can someone give me a link to the 80's thread

When I listen to Light up the Night I picture an ultra ripped, bare chested Dr.Light wearing a billowy white lab coat doing the most amazing choreographed dance routine with Joe and hundreds of chorus and line dancing girls while every kind of pyrotechnic we know go off on a stage of brilliant, flashing kaleidoscopic colours.

In my mind it ends with Joe back-flipping his way off the stage and onto his bike as he rides off to Dr.Wily's fortress.

Size Categories:

Size 1 - Tiny things, like tiny robots or large killer bee enemies. Very hard to hit.
Size 2 - Regular, human sized (most characters)
Size 3 - Larger, ogre-like creatures, or really big/fat humans. These creatures can be grabbed, but cannot be thrown. Attempting to throw one of these creatures will cause the thrower to be squashed under the creature's bulk.
Size 4 - Big fuck-off Robots. These creatures may have one or more Invunerable Spots where they are immune to damage.
Size 5 - Death Machines. Large vehicles piloted by boss characters, most likely immune to all damage except for one particular spot.

>>7033176

You're very welcome.

>>7033861
Nice. When I figure out how to do a live musical of these two albums, I'll make sure that's how we do Light Up the Night.

>>7033830
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/6970461/
I think this is the first one, there should be another one somewhere.

You need some way to explain the prevalence of "levels" which are basically dungeons (large complexes composed of individual rooms with irregular floors and filled with human, monstrous, or robotic badguys).

Also dramatically-different "zones" that are side by side (a mutated forest crowded right up to the fence of a chemical factory, for instance, or a castle standing withing site of an eight-lane highway).

>>7033861
Brilliant.

>>7034132
Some sort of teleporter thing perhaps; like a warp pipe or one of Dr Light's teleporters.

>>7034132
The reason for the bizarre changes in architecture is simple: the planet is still rebuilding from an alien invasion ten years earlier.

>>7034339

The point isn't just to get places fast, it's to duplicate the surreal imagery of the "overworld map".

>>7034132

I would say use a "world" system similar to that of Super Mario Bros. 3. Each world would be like it's own country, each linked with some kind of quick travel warp system. There would be a world for each of the classic platformer tropes - Ice world, fire world, desert world, sky world, etc, and there'd be a really big "city world" kind of thing, that's entirely comprised of urban environments, with different districts of the world-city to represent river city, streets of rage, the city from Mega Man, etc.

Actually, it might not even need to be entirely urban, just a large plain dotted with huge cities and chemical plants/industrialized sprawl.

>>7034485
Sounds good to me.

I think I see where the OP is coming from.

Play a round or two of Canabalt for a quick atmosphere fix.

>>7034485

I'm torn here. Portals (ideally portals that don't work unless you jump through them) are very vidya, but it's kind of avoiding the surreality rather than recreating it.

Insane juxtapositions were a major part of the oldschool gaming aesthetic. This was especially true in the early 16-bit era, where some of the coolest levels had background art that contrasted with the level itself. You could be standing at the top of a scrap-metal tower and have an endless desert, a rolling forest, a floating castle, or prettymuch anything else in the background as you fight the flying plasma-spitting lobster.

OK guys, been meaning to ask this question anyway, guess this thread is as good as any.

I've never played any of the Megaman games. Or Contra. Or anything mentioned in this thread. Reasons don't matter. Let's just pretend I grew up on Antarctica or something and have recently come into posession of broadband internet.

So help me out, /tg/. What best to play for that feel of dark cities and urban decay? Platform and outdated graphics are not a problem.

http://www.escapistmagazine.com/videos/view/there-will-be-brawl/496-Episode-One

/thread

>>7034743
The megaman games.

Contra.

All of the games mentioned in this thread.

In all serious? The whole "urban decay" thing was a common motif in early SNES games, i.e the very last Megaman games and the first few Megaman X games. Though I don't think you could possibly 'get' this genre without playing Megaman II.

Or have a soul, for that matter.

>>7032821
>Cthulhuoid Zelda thread, and the 1980s setting thread.
PLEASE tell me those were archived!

>>7034724

yeah. I kinda skipped the 16 bit era, so I guess I'm operating more from the 8-bit side, and I don't really remember wild variations in theme in individual levels themselves, just between them.

This why I said earlier that I'd stick more to the feel of the games as opposed to grimdark. the surreality and absurdity of the subject matter just doesn't transition well.

holy fucking shit. I've just youtubed The Protomen - Unrest in the House of Light.

Words cannot express how much i thank you, /tg/, for revealing this gem to me.

Megaman X series is already a pretty grimdark series already. Even a thousand years into the future, (zero series) or more (ZX series), the wars that begun in 200X have never ended.

>>7034803

16-bit = LAYERS FUCK YEA
They actually put some effort into crazy panoramic backdrops so that you could marvel at the way it scrolled independently of the foreground. The results were crazy but also awesome.

And let's not forget the games (I'm primarily thinking of Zelda and Metroid here) where you could travel between widely different areas without actually encountering a screen-break.

Your impression is no less valid than mine, of course, but I personally think that an endless city surreally-varied "zones" is worth the contrivance needed to create it. Imagine that we had to flee earth in the year 2000, and (with the insanely AWESOME TECHNOLOGY that was available by then) teleported as much of our civilization as we could to a massive biodome on Mars. Hence how a russian palace converted into a robot factory stands beside a biologically engineered forest which stand over a steampunk sewer maze.

>>7035063

hmm... interesting. I never really saw Zelda or Metroid as having drastic changes in background. I always thought they had decently normal transitions.

I do think having wildly disparate objects being mashed together, though, the more I think about it. You really wouldn't need much of a contrived reason, either. This would most certainly be a fantasy world, and creating settings with things that would never happen in real life is kind of the point of fantasy.

Again, I really love this idea. I feel like we're definitely going in different directions in terms of atmosphere, but I like both.

Wait.. idea for overarching plot: BBEG starts using some kind of portal technology to steal different parts of different worlds in order to create his perfect world. This gives you reason to travel to different zones, and say that the players jump through the portals in pursuit at the end of each level. At the end you end up in the BBEG's world, where you get a horrible hodgepodge of elements ripped from different games.

Shit, I'm doing this now.

>>7034938
I know what you mean. I've been listening to them for the past hour.

>>7034759
http://therewillbebrawl.com/

This. A thousand times, this. If only for scenes like Mario going batshit with a hammer on Donkey Kong's skull.

>>7035170

Shit man, really? The desert in Zelda is less than five hundred yards from the lake. Think about it.

>>7035278

I mean distance wise, sure it's a sudden transition, but when you take into account that the lake and desert themselves are only about 500 yards across each, it doesn't seem that crazy.

The city...Dear god the city. It stretches forever it seems. I've lived here all my life. I know its not infinite but, it feels like it. They call it the city of light. A marvel of power and skill crafted by the greatest minds to ever walk the world.

Too bad that light was dimmed by a lust for power. I've watched this city fall part. Divided into so many tiny pieces. Territory wars rage between The Foot, Willy Inc and Robotnik Co. Its a nightmare. They say that their are saviors amongst us. A figure in blue armor, some sort mutant turtle men...they're myths though. Things we say to keep us going. Myths and legends of a shattered world.

I've lived in the same hole for the past fifty years. Its changed hands about sixteen times in the past week it feels like. I've seen Foot ninja pumping small timer stores for protection money. A poker buddy of mine swore he saw one of the robot masters walking the streets a few night ago. Wily Incs. elite robots. Machines that can create and destroy at will.

I saw guts man once...god I saw him and I ran. He stood twelve feet tall. Those metal fists smashed seven of Robotniks cronies into scrap at once. Its not right, they say we have heroes all I see are villains.

>>7035340

Totally true, but that's also kind of the point. Everything's a microcosm; you live in a world made of worlds.

I think that the joy of an RPG would be that the overworld doesn't have to be as small as its components. The steeps and highrises and islands and mazes and space platforms can seem to go on forever.

>>7035408

I see your point. One "zone" seems to go on for days and days and suddenly you find yourself in a completely opposite setting, yet merely steps away from where you were before. That is a really mind-blowing mental image.

>>7035196

Christ. I havnt heard music this good for such a long time. Its really inspiring, i want to get up and scream.

>>7035446

I actually didn't mean that the worlds are big, just that there are always more worlds (as opposed to in games where there are eight and then you're done). The point is for the player to feel not constrained, but rather, like hehas the biggest and coolest back yard ever, full of possibilities.

Which isn't to say that individual 'zones' can't or shouldn't be bigger than other.s

>>7032789
Here is something to throw you.

Artificial trees. It's been suggested artificial trees could be a solution to global warming. They'd be better at snagging the dreaded CO2 from the air better than normal trees. MUCH better.

So who needs REAL trees anymore? ROBOT TREES.

A continuation from >>7035354

I'd been sleeping most of the day away thanks to getting layed off from the local parts factory. It was a subsidiary of ROBODYNE. A robotnik corp. It was a shitty, sooty mess. I'd been a steel worker there but...thats a tale for another day.

I had been sleeping in. Had nothing better to do you know, that was till I heard the drums.

Well, no they weren't real drums. It was the sound Wily's machine corps made to alert an area to their presence. To let them know they needed to clear the streets and get ready for remodeling...By remodeling I mean ever single feature that even so much as hinted at the previous owners being taken apart, melted down and transformed into something that better suited Wily.

I'd grown up in the heart of Wily Inc. territory it had been one of the better parts of the city. Still was really. They at least pretended to care about us maggots that fed his machines. Of course, everything went out the window during remodeling...The first screams gave it away. Someone had been wearing a uniform probably. Something from ROBODYNE no doubt. I was out of bed by now digging through my collection of ratty clothes.

One thing I'd learn early on. Always have a change of clothes. I had saved something that just yesterday would have gotten me killed. It was an old coverall suit from my days living in relative safety. A Wily Inc. Coverall suit.

this makes me all, uh... not sure if want.

Epic concept is epic.

Shit, I want to contribute, but I can't at the moment. Allow me to point you at a recent thread I made, OP, see if you can find anything helpful.
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/6814110/

I feel... bemused, /tg/... LET'S DO THIS THING.

So you have Wily and Robotnik as competing megacorps. Each one has an army of robots to do their bidding. For Wily, this is mostly Metools, JOE units, a few beast-like robots, and the Robot Masters. For Robotnik, these are the Badniks and his patented Egg-Tyrant destroyer robots, plus a few robotic replicas of his "most respected" foes.

Who else can we get in here? There has to be some other villainous robot-building masters from the 8-bit era....

If you want to go Bio-Punk, then what about MetPharm? The world's best researchers in organ regrowth and augmentation... just last year they announced that, yes, they did use alien stock in their parts. They expected a huge backlash, but nothing happened. Maybe it was because the populace was so used to bionics. Maybe it was because the alien presence was "minimal", tiny bits of code from beings described as "smallish, floating, electricity-drinking jellyfish". Or maybe it's because the ones with the implants just... don't talk back when it comes to MetPharm. Just as well.

Mother Brain wouldn't let them, anyway.

>>7035660
My change of clothes saved my life. Not two minutes later they started working through the hab complexes. The drums making their way ever closer. Every now and then you would hear a scream or a loud [i]ZZZT[/i] as thy weeded out people.

When it was my turn I found it so routine it was almost entertaining. I was forced to the floor without so much as a word by a few digger units. I could see their built-in picks pressed into a recess in their forearm. Their yellow helmets and Green crosses something that made me wanna flee into the sewers and face utter suicide instead.
A brief series of bodily scans and it was done. My room was cleaned out and left completely empty. They had dragged away every possession I had to my name without so much as a word.

Eventually the drums moved on and things slowly shifted back to the norm. I was employed by a repair shop that worked for Wily Inc. Repairing what few household systems they made. I was the 'tree-guy' Fixing the metallic trees that acted to keep the air at least mildly clean.

In the Mega-City of Genten, there are no heroes... only bosses.

>>7036243
I take your Metpharm and raise you Foot limited. A series of generalist chains filling damn near every niche from food production to rodent control via their patented 'mouser' system. Their employees don't complain mostly because of their wonderful security guards. Rumore has it they were looking into genetic engineering sadly, nothing breaking has been developed yet.

Doctor Thomas Light is one of the few employees that Wily considers to be a friend. Truth be told, if Light had gotten the protonic brain working before Wily did, it might be his name on the company instead of his comrade's. As it is, the old, portly Grateful Dead fan is just another lab rat. He could have his own division, his own branch of the company... but when Wily beat him to the punch, he seemed content to let the other scientist have the spotlight. He makes do with a budget typical for an R&D cell, and has done some pretty impressive things with it. The EDDIE units, those heavily-armored micro-couriers? Those are his babies. So are the AUTO series of toolbots - the original two are his lab assistants.

That's not to say that all's kosher in the labs. Light is a little bit... unhinged. Depressive. If you ever want to know why - and I didn't tell you this - go to the sub-lab where he keeps scrap parts. Back in the corner there are two bioroid tubes... yeah. The rumors are true, man. He was trying to build himself a family.

They just... never worked.

>>7036354
Ooh! Spiritedly done, sir. My hat is off to you.

This is my favourite type of setting for any videogame. Dark and urban, with hints of supernatural and sci-fi.

So we've got genetic engineering, ninjas, robots of all stripes... do we want to stretch for magic in this setting, go for a sort of Shadowrun-esque feel?

>>7036388
>He was trying to build himself a family.
>
>They just... never worked.

;_;

>>7036388

One of the few good things about 'remodeling was the new duds and supply drops. Robotnik never seemed to be big on it. By some strange twist of fate Wily for all their cold acts was at least nice enough to do a food drop and shop building.

Every day I'd seem supplied coming in. I later found out my little slice of the pie was now in a hotly contested area. This meant if you were willing to deal with a little street warfare you would be lucky enough to actually get a decent meal and some good pay.

As it was I was born with a set of steel balls. I'd stayed in a few hot zones even when Metpharm was making a push once. I about shit myself when I saw their Biotroopers. Walking masses of [i] something[/i] that just ate down anything the grid. It was like watching a walking black out...of course that included people...

The neighborhood that the Marino Brothers Plumbing shop is in isn't the best. Never has been. Back before The City, it was full of drug trafficking and prostitution. Now you've got back-alley biodocs and... more prostitutes.

Still, they carry on. Even with business so bad that they can't replace the "N" that fell off the sign almost twenty years ago... they've stopped correcting people that call it "Mario Brothers Plumbing". It's an easy mistake to make, especially since the elder brother's name matches the typo.

As for their loyalties? Who knows? Rumor has it that they work with the Foot... in any case, they're damn good fighters. Someone tried to mug Luigi last week... the scraggly little guy smashed his face in with an uppercut and then curb-stomped him. No remorse, no excuse, and no hesitation.

Don't get on the bad side of an Italian plumber, that's all I'm saying.

>>7036596

There were some rumors floating about a few weeks back that someone had challenged a master. I don't mean 'run up, punch and then [i]ZAP[/i] I mean actually damage one. It was Cutman from what I hear.

Someone or something came out of the blue. Dropping out of the sky like a damn sack of bricks. Bystanders said he had some sort of fake arm jimmied onto a stump of old flesh. Word has it the guy managed to actually block the cut.

He stopped something that cuts through steel. And then smashed Cutman in the face. I guess when they connected something went screwy though. A massive explosion happened and all that was left was Cutman with a missing arm...

>>7036654
...I DON'T GET IT.

>>7036748
Bionic commando vs. Cutman.

>grimdark megaman

haha, oh man. I had forgotten about this.

So...I got a metpharm implant a while back...yeah I know, I know. its a hazard, its a threat to my life with all that alien gook they use. But, ever since I got it, well....I've been feeling pretty good.

I got employee of the month at the Yeast processing plant I work at and, I feel better. I used to get sick all the damn time. Nowadays not so much as a sniffle. Hell I can't think of a downside to it. I might even go back again and get a real augment. I was thinking possibly one of those kickass skin grafts I see on some of the gangers around town. You know, the ones that change colors?

Oh yeah, I never introduced myself. Names Ripley.

Could have sworn that Megaman Zero was grimdark Megaman

Needs moar River City Ransom up in this

The Foot? Good folks to work for, I'll tell you that much. Long as you don't mess with the company. It's a little like working for the mafia, but less dangerous - you know where you stand, you know?

Me, I just work in one of the Hop-Marts. It's a good gig. 7 to 5 in the morning, shilling sodas, cigs, milk, whatever we've got stocked, and then I get myself some vending machine Udon and get some sleep. No one really messes with me, `cause of the company. We had some punk kid on rollerblades come in there the other day - him, some bioroid with a mustache, and a fucking kangaroo. Tried to rob me clean... well... I stall for time, and less than a minute later, the security detail's in there, the kangaroo's on the ground stunned, the bioroid's half disassembled, and they've got the kid in a choke-hold. Nice guys, though. Two of `em stayed after, tried out some of the Soya-Pizza.

>>7036814
It was grimdark Megaman X.

Why hasnt anyone mentioned Battletoads yet?

>>7036872
SoR?

Coo'.

So, is this just 8-bit? Because I grew up with the SNES.

So hey guys, if you get the chance to see the Protomen live, do it. They're pretty fuckawesome.

I work on the Mouser watch program. Now...don't think the name means we are looking for them to get rid of them. The Foot, hired us. Our job is to run maintenance checks and check the data scans. They are mapping out the sub-systems of the City. The Foot never got in on that part of the deal. They have the surface streets but, never once did they get the sewers. So, we get the job of scanning through hour upon hour of data reel to figure out what the hell they are.

It was a routine check up. A mouse had picked up some weird signals down below and we of course followed the Stockman protocols and dispatched a pack. Two hours after they reached the spot they went silent...the last image we got was something moving on two legs...

My buddy bless him. Hew thought it was some sort of turtle-man...that was the last time I saw him. Rumor had it he got called into a Foot distribution center...

First off - ARCHIVE THIS FECES.

Second - I approve of this wholeheartedly. I like the idea of each PC ascending to become a Boss of his own area.

There's a new drug going around the city.

E-Tank is still the Corp drug of choice, that or Ring. The former is an upper and a stimulant, makes you forget your pains, gets you back at 100%. Some say that it actually heals you... I'm pretty sure it doesn't. It just stops you from realizing that you're leaking from 12 different gunshot wounds. Ring is different. Ring speeds up your reflexes, and acts as a kind of neural buffer. When you actually get hit, you're dead sober again, but you won't go into shock... it's pretty handy. Addictive, though...

But anyway, this new drug, they say it's made from some mold that they found growing in the bricks down in the sewers. It could take over E-Tank as the fave, because after you take it, you don't just feel better. You feel BIGGER. You feel completely fucking invincible. Like you could break rock with your skull. Like you could stomp dragons to death with nothing but your bare feet - and oh yes, there are dragons now, and horrible mushroom people, and skeletons that keep coming back even after you're done...

Yeah, hallucinations. But since when has that stopped the corps? Hell, they'd think that was a bonus.

>>7037243
Minor nitpick-it'd be "these feces" or "this fecal matter."

But yes. Archive, for great justice.

Archived.

>>7036546
Manly tears... manly tears.

>>7037693
Not manly tears, man.

Manly tears are for a paladin asking his sword, just once more, to help him kill one last foe, before he falls.

Those are bitch tears.

Just, for a little while, let down your facade and cry bitter tears for what might have been, and wasn't.

Let your facade come back as needed. Those who judge are not worthy of your scorn.

Bump for awesome and MOAR.

This is still alive? Holy shit.

Question - why hasn't anyone mentioned Bomberman?

>>7040095

because he's tony stark

just add grimdark

Wot?

There's a lab, deep within Robodyne, which specializes in one thing: conversion. It doesn't matter who you were after they're done, or how you were brought there, or why. It doesn't matter what you've done in the past, or how much you scream. There's nothing left that could be called "you". Flesh gone, nerves wired to steel, a reprogrammed brain altered to think only of the `bot's duty. Works faster than a positronic brain, and more creatively. You ever wonder why there's never anything left of a Robodyne `bot after it's rendered nonfunc? That's why. Self-destruct to keep the braincase a secret.

THERE ARE NO HEROES LEFT IN MAN

>>7040112
>>7040095

Also, isn't Bomberman 16-bit anyway? I thought we were sticking to 8-bit?

Another idea, merge the Mother Brain from Phantasy Star with the Mother Brain from Metroid.
So instead of space pirates, MB is the societial controller of a human colony who unwitting do it's bidding unable to realise that it's gone completely fucking feral. Which as a rule, is not something you want in the AI that runs your society.
Then it discovers the Metroids, and Wily or Robotnik hire Samus to take out MB before she can do the same to them.
For added grimdark, make it so, in truth all MB wanted to use the Metroids for was to create a power supply for the colony so that they don't have to rely on electricity from Wily or Robotnik.
Which is of course the real reason why they sent you in to invade iraq, sorry Algol.

The original Bomberman was 8-bit, and pretty damn grimdark.

>>7040213

i dunno about grimdark but the first several bomberman games were on the NES

Super Bomberman 2 is fucking great btw

Allow me to aid in this endeavor with some fuckawesome pics.

Last one I've got. Sadly, the artist didn't update Wood Man. I'll see if I can add anything else later, after the boards are done being fucked up.

The remnants of the city government have asked the feds for help to at least stop the gun running and mercenaries that have flooded the city. Supplying, the Foot, Egg Co. and Willy Inc. The head of this Mercenary Co. is a man by the name Col. Vernon Cataffy. He cares not for their petty strugles for corporate power, only those of the mercenaries under his command. As such, he hires his men out as needed. Recently, after Dr. Ivo Robotnik attempted a double-cross of the Colonel, the Colonel's men managed to steal a top secret project from the Doctor codenamed: MG. Supposedly this project is a bipedal tank which permits the launching of short ranged missiles. As well, they managed to kidnap the projects designer, Dr. Ivan Petrovich.

All of the other operatives sent in have thus far failed. Including the legendary black ops operative Frank Jaeger. Unwilling to waste any more precious manpower on what is already a lost cause (in the governments eye), the army is going to make one last attempt by sending in a somewhat green Special Forces operative whose been given the code name of Solid Snake.

>>7036911
Because we want to challenge our players. This is no longer 2e DnD

>>7040366

Good lord, I can't believe I made it! We have the security footage over and over and over again, until we could see those walls materialize in our sleep.

We started the descent three days ago. Repelling is the only way you can make it past the automated security. Granted, we didn't take into account the kinds of mutated creatures we'd be encountering on the way down. The birds, I still can't understand how they could even fly, their beaks were sharper then anything we could expect. Sliced through 4 of our lines before we drove them off. Reinforced cable, sliced through like nothing. Managed to kill one though, the thing's beak makes a handy blade in a pinch.

Once we made it to the landing at the bottom, we thought it would be smooth sailing to the old Hyrulian dig site, but we were wrong. We got jumped by a gang of mutated... things. They were mostly rat-like, though they were lead by three frog-looking brutes covered in boils and pock-marks. Some of the men tried to fight, but were slaughtered. Those frogmen... they used the corpses of my team as bludgeons against those that tried to hold them off. Me and three others leaped on the old hover bikes and raced towards the dig site. The gang gave chase. The track was tough enough to travel without being attacked by rat-mutant bikers. I didn't pilot the hover bike as much as I twitched in the direction I wanted it to go. Luckily for me, I was fast enough. ... Only I was fast enough...

Should I feel remorse for withholding the Rings from my team? No. No, I can't questions myself now... Not only that, I'll need them for when this one wears off...

First off holy fuck. This thread is still kicking?


He fingered the little yellow disc with a certain amount of apprehension. Its center was punched right through the middle. Wasn't it a knockoff at least. It had cost him a weeks salary to even land this one.

Ring...the drug that made the world go round at least, for whoever was popping the pill. With a final breath he stuck the little bit of drug in his mouth. With a loud crunch he chewed and swallowed letting a sickly sensation course over his body.

It was quickly replaced by something far more pleasing. His heart raced as he suddenly could feel the world moving around him. shaking slightly he started off for the day of work. the dose was good for ten hours...plenty to get through the day.

>>7040321
Oh shit... this will not end well

Citizen! Where is your PassCard?

This PassCard has been incorrectly punched. I will accompany you to the processing center, where it will be corrected with your file.

This just in! We have breaking News From Wily Towers!

Porfessor Thomas Light is presumed dead after a massive explosion rocked his laboratory. The force of the blast left several nearby buildings in ruins and much of Wily Towers is now currently Cordoned off.

Thomas Light was one of the leading researchers into biodroid concepts and engineering. He was also one of Doctor er...president Wily's closest friends. Light is most well known for the creation of the EDDIE and AUTO units but, his greatest strides were in the creation of the synthetic replication system. A rapid learning system that to this day remains a trade secret.

>>7040918

He shut off the television. He knew that it was spouting lies. He knew what he'd seen, in the flickering streetlights that night. His girl, his princess, stolen away by one of Wily's creations. Biological Weapon System and Endothermic Relay. Sure, she was a leading scientist over at Robotnik's R&D, but why send a B.O.W.S.E.R. unit after one girl? Mario Marino locked his shop and grabbed his wrench. No one besides the big man himself knew the layout Wily's tower like Light, and if he was still alive like Mario thought, he'd be in the sewers. And pipes were what Mario knew.

I love you guys. And as a Protomen fan, I love this thread.

I Sit their stunned. My Wily Inc. Standard T.V. is suddenly turned off the news stream shut down and my access to video media with it.

[i] Light was dead[/i] It was as if someone had killed Wily himself. He had made this city practically. He was a veritable god amongst men...the uncle of the positronic brain...

"There are no more heroes...." escapes my lips as I stumble out my door looking for a bottle of Soy-Hol

Dr. Light fiddled with the instruments he had set up in his makeshift lab on the outskirts of the central hub of the city. His eyes strained in the dim light of the few oil lamps he had saved. Like himself, they were relics from the past.

The machine hummed to life and static emanated from the receiver. Hesitantly, he lifted the old ham radio's broadcasting microphone to his mouth and in a somber tone, he spoke.

"This is Dr. Thomas Light.. I'm broadcasting on the old A.M. frequencies in the hopes that someone, somewhere will hear this.." He paused, sighing heavily as he tried to collect his thoughts.

"Dr. Albert Wily is not to be trusted. The man is a sociopath. He intends to use his position and his massive armies of robots to take over the world... and I..I could not stop him in time."

Light hung his head in remorse, a single tear rolled down his cheek as he picked up the microphone again.

"This is a call to arms. I am too old to fight....too battered and useless...but I know there are others out there. Others who would fight the oppression and tyranny that Dr. Wily is placing upon this city. So please.. if you can, come and find me.

Together...maybe we can bring back the light."

Thomas Light hung up the microphone and sobbed. For the first time in ages, the man with the answers was lost. He had no idea what he was supposed to do. That's when it caught his eye, the glimmering metal helmet. He felt renewed, a sense of purpose and determination washed over him as he began his work. He would create a man to bring change, he would build a man to fight, and free society from Wily's evil machinations. He grabbed a rag and began to polish the blue metal.

"There's so much work to do..." Light muttered to himself as he began his task.

>>7041367

Whatever he is doing i bet its gonna Rock

AMIRITE?

There was another,
Who came before you.
He was a hero
And your brother
And my son.

He fought the Darkness,
The Darkness won.

>>7041403

No man.

First we play the Blues.

Then we Rock.

>>7041446

YOU ARE NOW HEARING GHOSTRIDERS IN THE SKY

MANUALLY

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=thjCnWf-kEI

She'd gotten the message as something of a shock to put it lightly. No one used Am frequencies really. It was a blast out of the past if it hadn't been for the fact her Met-pharm issued Bio-combat suit had been built for damn near anything picked it up she would never have heard it.

"Lieutenant Aran!" A voice barked in her ear making her wince. Her commander no doubt.

"Yes sir?" She replied punching on her two way.

"Get a move on to the Extraction Point. The containment went well. No thanks to you of course." He barked with a voice not unlike stones grinding together.

With a certain amount of apprehension she kicked on her suits movement systems. Synth-muscles made each step almost like walking on the moon at a normal pace. If she actually booked it well, she could easily reach a steady thirty miles an hour like it was a decent jog. If she jumped they said she could make it onto the second story with no problem.

Of course she hardly did anything like that. It was mostly perimeter patrol and watching out for whatever the rest of the troopers were mopping up. The one time she actually had a chance to fight she had blown it way out proportion and fired of a charge shot. The result was rather...messy.

It also came with a mound of paperwork.

As she drew near the transport truck, a massive semi-sized thing that could refuel that suits and repair them on the fly. She could see her superiors already loading up their suits...great she was late to boot.

FFFFFFFF writing that out makes me want to do a grimdark MegaMan role play now.

So what's the actual name of this omnicity, anyway?

How do people refer to it?

This already happened. It's called The Protomen.

for got mah pic

Wily and Eggman, they are the names spoken of widely, the so-called 'leaders' of this city. However, there is one other name, spoken of in hushed tones, voices dripping with fear and contempt. And though his name not oft spoke, his presence is undeniable, his throne lighting up the night sky even amidst the graveyard he created.

He is the undisputed 'King' of his realm and his denizens, all dead, or driven mad by the hypnotic and subliminal messages played across all frequencies. His streets are infested by mutant monstrosities created by idle hands and childish whims. His dominion all kept in line by machines of his own design, built with no other intention than to maim and bleed.

And then there is It, his ultimate monster, the one that leaves no other recourse but to flee.

Above all this he sits, in his seat of decadance, and laughs. He laughs at the suffering and death he has wrought. He laughs at all the silly people scurrying for their lives, praying in their bloodied alleyways and slums. For what are they but his toys; for he is the Pork King.

Somethings wrong...I can feel it in the air. A static, a buzz.

It could be the soy-hol but, it can't be not a feeling like this. This static. This horrid buzzing that hisses in my ears as I look down the street. It wobbles and weaves in and out of focus.

Somethings wrong...

That charged air picks up as I begin to understand. A broken street lamp flares to life for a brief moment revealing a blue haze. Something that seems impossible. As the light explodes in a shower of sparks its gone. The sound of a hurricane brushing past me as something moves faster than sight. In its wake I see footsteps smashed into in the ground.

I look about. the buzzing is gone. That sound like a saw whirring alone in the night...Perhaps the rumors are true...Big blue lives...

You guys make me proud. This is why /tg/ CAN have nice things, as opposed to the other boards.

~~~~

Somewhere in Subcomplex 32-Gamma, Joe stirred. The sharpshooter unit felt... restless. It wasn't something that normally happened to him -- maybe to other bioroids, but he was a more placid sort. He slung the mandatory-equip riot shield over a shoulder, and knocked on the window of the holding zone gatekeeper. "Going on patrol."

"You aren't sh-"

"I know. Back in a while." The repurposed metool unit would have shrugged if it had shoulders. Instead, it just went back to its work - Joe was already halfway down the hallway.

Something just felt... wrong. Instinct wasn't something that was supposed to occur within the positronic brain - oh, it happened, but it was considered a fluke, or a random side-effect of the processes that simulated emotional response. He never paid attention to them before, but now... now he was practically dashing out into the elevated highway, wondering what it was that was driving him on, this feeling like a rock in the core of his being.

He never had the luxury of knowing that he was right. Three seconds after he saw the crater in the Wily tower, he was reduced to his component atoms in the second blast, along with two lanes of the highway.

In 20 years, this thread will be the equivelant of a fanfic bringing together Ratchet and Clank, Halo, and Sephiroth into a campaign setting

The Foot...its a name that sends chills down most people's spines. You don't see them beyond that nice front they give you. The everyman, the guy just looking out for the masses.

Its a facade of course, as fake as the trees in Ivo-park. They are crooks and thugs. But, a lesser evil I guess than some. I've had the pleasure of meeting one of their thugs. A guy named Beebop.

A mountain of a biodroid at least, supposedly thats what he is. I've seen biodroids plenty of times. You ask the right questions you get a weird answer. Its the way you can tell they are what they are at times. Feeling like a jackass I asked him one of those weird-outs and nothing happened. He looked at me like I'm an idiot. That big ugly horn he calls a nose pointed at me.

After that I had to pay up...I was late on my protection money you see...yeah the foot...gotta love em.

So, what are we going here? Are the characters trying to become new heroes? Or are they just trying to get a slightly better class of drug?

...Both?

There is a viscous trio known throughout the city for their blood-thirsty lack of mercy, and the fact they still dress in traditional viking garb. Whatever set of this lost group of vikings, multiple times they have broken into Wily and Robotnik compounds alike, killing everything within. Rumours have emerged about what set them off, drugs, the companies testing them for a new type of drug to produce strength, agility, and endurance, or even aliens. This threesome is out for blood, and aren't afraid to kill bystanders

I don't know if thats been wholly established I've been simply writing about a world that is well horrible.

It has.
This is a world where THERE ARE NO HEROES. There's not even an option to be a good guy. The best you can be is someone that's not a complete monster.

Listen to "The Protomen" Rock Opera Acts I and II (Act III not yet out), then you can design a Megaman setting.

>>7042174 here
I just read through and saw how many times they've already been mentioned... sorry.

"You know the part of the city by the river?

Yeah I live down there. It's not too bad, for a place run by 16 year olds. No shit seriously, there's something like nine or ten gangs that just run the whole damn area. Resturants have to give them protection money or else.
Wily and Robotnik let them get away with it because those kids aren't smart enough to supply electricity or water, and the Foot leave em be because those gangs are where they get their best recruits.

The prices aren't so bad, none of the gangs can stand each other you see, so a little friendly competition between rival gangs keeps the prices down. Wait, did I say friendly? Sorry, I meant ferocious.

Well, apart from that one time a guy name Slick appeared. Some said he was the son of one of them Lee brothers, others that he was some sort of Robot Master prototype for Oil Man. All I know is that in a week he had those gangs all working together... and extorting the people out of house and home.
And when they wouldn't pay, the gangs'd kidnap their daughters.

Well, one day they kidnapped the wrong set of twins, on account of the fact that their boyfriends were pair of kids called Alex and Ryan.

And THOSE kids could punch a grown man so many times, so fast that he'd barf his innards clean out of his face.

Those two boy's ripped the gang to shreds, and then tossed those shreds clean over the horizon. I seen em do it once! They threw some mook from Generic Gang right over a house!

When the dust settled Slick was down, thorwn down an elevator shaft, and it was Alex and Ryan were calling the shots.

I guess those two are good kids, it's just, that look of glee they got whenever they were punching some poor SOB's face in that keeps haunting me...

>>7042224

"Well, that and all the mandatory Dodgeball Tournements they keep setting up...

Ah who am I kidding? Those are the highlight of my week!"

The explosion of dust shattered the windows of the JankenCorp building. JankenCorp was a personal fiefdom run with an iron fist by King Janken, some former Oligarch from out east, some place called Aries.
The building sank into the earth that spawned it, sending debris and dust across the city. It was called one of the greatest unexplained disasters of the decade by the state owned media.
Investigators had tried to piece together what had happened. All they could tell is that each of the foundation supports had just shattered one after another in the space of 30 seconds.
They just couldn't explain it.

Of course, there were stories.

About how just before JankenCorp collapsed, a kid on a motorcycle leapt out of the 75th story window, and seemed to float unassisted onto a nearby roof.
Some will swear blind the guy had big ears and mullet the likes of which you have never seen.

There are some that then remember the previous ruler of Aries, an exiled King Sander Thunder Radaxian returned to the throne in Jankens wake, and that perhaps his prodigal long lost son Alex, somewhat resembles those descriptions.
Some people might even then remember that Alex is a master of a wierd martial art called "Shellcore" that let's you punch through stone with sheer force of will.

Some might, but if they do, they aren't saying anything.

Lt Aran scanned her surroundings. The low-light filter gave the abandoned steel mill a bluish hue. It seemed empty enough, but she knew something was here. Something had taken out the sentries posted on the perimeter of what was supposed to be a worthless pile of scrap metal, formerly of Wily Industries. Did the intruder know about the secrets lurking below, beneath the sewers? She flipped the visor to infrared, and turned her head...

Only to meet the business end of a silenced energy pistol. The camouflaged man in front of her had seemingly materialized out of thin air, his weathered face looking grim, an old, tattered bandanna tied around his forehead.

"Don't move." A quiet, dry voice, like shifting sands. "I'd rather not shoot you. Don't raise the alarm, and don't power up your beam cannon, pretend I'm not here."

"You know I can't do that." Aran's visor was already matching the face to profiles of known mercenaries, terrorists and rogue ninjas. He was probably tracking her power signature, so she couldn't charge the beam. "You are trespassing on MetPharm property. I'm going to give you 3 seconds to drop your weapon and surrender, after that I will shoot to kill."

The man was silent. He simply lowered his weapon and shot a grey shape on the ground, and Samus screamed as her visor, still on IR mode, was blinded by the eruption of the flare. Son of a bitch! That was the oldest trick in the book and she'd fallen for it like some rookie!

Now, I've been walking around Ivo park at night.

I know, its a suicide habit. Worse than doing rings or E-tank. But, I can't help it. Lately I've been just getting this urge. when I don't I get nightmares...so I do what my urges tell me too. I walk Ivo park.

I've gotten into this little routine. I make my way around the block sized statue of Robotnik the first then make my way to this little pond...well it is called one anyways. I've never seen a pond made of mercury with metal fish swimming in it. When I get there I take a nap. Every time. Its like its programmed into me or something...I'm not biodroid man. I just have well, instincts I guess.

Weirdest thing though. It never happened till I got my hand replaced.

I got the job done by a Met-pharm insured hospital...why do you ask?

Professor Wily reclined in the wheeled chair of his office. One of the few eccentricities he had developed over the years. Wheelie chairs for some odd reason just appealed to him. It was the only type of chair he had in here. All wheels. All moving to some perfect effect....

"Sir. You have a visitor" A modified gunner Joe radioed in. Pulling Him from his peacful malaise.

With a disgusted sigh he noted that this one would need to be reformatted. He needed to get that personality interface right. The Me-tools sold better because they at least didn't look human and couldn't get faulted for not acting like one.

"Dammit Thomas." he muttered as he pressed the enter button. As the door slid open he felt a cold chill run down his spine. Red armor glowed slightly in the diffuse light. Heavy footsteps and a visored helmet...he should have guessed who it was.

"What is it Protoman?" He snapped glaring at the technical marvel. After all he was the first truly free thinking Biodroid. "You should be leading the charge on Sector three against Eggman and his goons."

The automaton simply stared at him, his polymer face unreadable. This drove wily mad to no end. Thomas always could tell him what was going on in that sparking brain of the failed son before him.

"We have reports of a radio message..." He began trailing off as he turned his head slightly to stare at a picture of a smiling pair scientists in lab coats receiving a Nobel."From Professor Thomas Light."

Professor Light turned to face the crowd in the dimly lit room. Weary faces marked by endless war, faces he'd come to know as his allies. He didn't always agree with their methods, but they were the enemy of his enemy.

"Ladies and gentlemen," he began slowly, "I am pleased to report that the pinnacle of my research has finally been achieved. I stand before you tonight, prepared to unveil the weapon that will finally turn the tide of battle in our favor. Tonight, the battle that will overthrow the tyranny of the corporations begins."

A murmur rose in the crowded room. Colonel Fio, of the paramilitary tank-jacking group that called themselves the Peregrine Falcons, raised her arm. "All due respect, Doctor, but we've heard this before. What's special about tonight?"

Light turned to face the girl. "A good question. Tonight was the night an operative, contracted by me, finally managed to penetrate the MetPharm facility in Zone X-900B. Tonight I recieved the energy absorption technology I required to finish my creation. With this engram generator, he will be able to gain the powers of whatever enemy he defeats! In the end, he will become an unstoppable engine of vengeance."

>>7042543

A toad-like bioroid, representing the sewer dwellers of the Bioroid Underground, raised an appendage. "He? Who is this 'he', Doctor?"

"Another good question!" The doctor smiled. Why, he's my ultimate creation. The closest to a son I'll ever have. Here he is, ladies and gentlemen."

With a swift motion of his arm Dr Light pulled back a tarpaulin cover, revealing a glimmering bioroid generation tube. The smallish, blue-chromed cyborg within had a content face with a soft expression. It looked peaceful.

Light looked at the gathered crowd. "The startup sequence for my little blue bomber is running as we speak. In a few hours, he will be fully charged and ready for operation. In order for the attack to be successful, I will need the cooperation from all of you." He pointed at the group of bioroids huddling in the corner. "The Bioroid Underground will play a key role, striking from hidden sewer passages in key locations and disabling the heart of the corporate infrastructure. The various paramilitary groups," he turned to the Peregrines and the Contras, along with the other militia representatives, "will attack corporate army compounds, creating confusion and preventing a combined force response. A few groups of exceptionally gifted civilians," he looked at Mario, the Lee brothers, Adam Hunter, and many other brawlers, hardened from undercity life, "will incite riots and unrest in important districts, as well as disrupt corporate-loyal gang activity."

Wily could not help but to grid his teeth at the words.

"What?" He snarled standing from his chair, causing it to roll away and collide with a statue of an early cutman prototype; knocking it to the ground."Did you say?"

"Reports are streaming over Wy-net that someone saying they are professor Thomas Light(presumed deceased) is trying to rally support from various factions within Omegon City." Protoman stated with perfect memory. "It is presumed I shall be dispatched to deal with this target?"

Wily could feel his heart racing. All these years he had thought Light to be smarter than this. He'd explain what would happen. He had TOLD him he would have no choice after that botched Biodroid project.

"No." he replied slowly. "Dispatch Cutman to the suspects where abouts with a Gunner Joe Squad. I want no survivors. This includes Biodroids." He could almost hear Light in the back of his mind. He had no idea what sort of force he had just brought down upon them all...

>>7042596

The room was buzzing with activity. The holodisplay behind Dr. Light was filling up with plans of city zones, building and enemy weapon schematics, and tactical information. A few ninjas, sitting silently in the back, had already approached Light, received orders, and left as quietly as they arrived. The paramilitaries were reviewing battle formations and weapons specs. Most of the brawlers were putting on their fighting face.

With a press of a button, Light illuminated the bioroid tank with his blue creation. Its eyes were now wide open, its positronic brain loaded with information. It smiled as it looked across the room. Dr Light smiled back.

"Ladies and gentlemen. Tonight, we take back the city. Tonight... Tonight WE WILL ROCK THIS WORLD!"

(mind if I help with the opposing view?)

Cutman a far simpler model comapred to many of the masters was more than thrilled when the orders came over the Wy-net. It was far overdue in his opinion. Light had always been a risk since Project M.

'Move out." He commanded as a healthy squad of twenty Gunner joes began their steady march on an old warehouse. Already he could feel the blades built into his arms spinning up.

"When I give the order Fire!" He yelled pointing at the target."Safety protocols off. All targets are to be eliminated. No survivors."

With a single sound like grinding teeth they responded in kind. Taking aim with built in machine guns.


"FIRE!"

>>7042625
So they have to overthrow Dr. Wiley AND Robotnick? And I presume they are /not/ working with Sonic, who may be too anti-technology to wok with Megaman?

>>7042679

>So they have to overthrow Dr. Wiley AND Robotnick?

And the Motherbrain, and the Foot too. And Shandaloo, and Outer Heaven too probably. It's a pretty tall order, but I feel throwing all the factions against each other will at least make for pretty fireworks.

>And I presume they are /not/ working with Sonic, who may be too anti-technology to wok with Megaman?

I kinda included Sonic and crew into the Bioroid Underground, as one of the escaped bioroids (along with the battletoads and TMNTs) that are resisting assimilation and enslavement by Robotnik and being prayed upon by the Foot.

>>7042697
...Sonic's a robot?

>>7042664

Cutman surveyed the bullet-riddled warehouse. It was empty. Dr Light had apparently masked the true transmission source with a relay. As could be expected from a scientist of his caliber. The cyborg kicked a pile of corrugated iron in frustration, and turned to the Joes, preparing to issue regrouping orders...

It happened so fast. A blue flash dropping from the sky, beams turning each Joes' head into slag effortlessly. Charge Beam technology?! Some kind of MetPharma weapon? Cutman spun up the blades and engaged enhanced combat subroutines. But the blue shape rushing towards him didn't have the signature look of a MP battlesuit...

It looked like Project M.

>>7042709

Bioroid. Biological android, like all the "mutants" of the undercity, created for a specific purpose. Dregs of society, those.

>>7042722
I see, thank you. I really enjoy this story, sadly I will be leaving work presently. I hope this thread stays around till I can check it at home.

Sonic may be a robot, but not many people would know him to be if he is, himself definitely not.

I see him as a xenophobic guardian of one or all of the non-urban areas, killing any who he thinks would bring urbanisation to his home.

Dear OP

I am so enthralled by this idea that I am more than willing to play test it. God damn.

Meanwhile at Foot HQ.

It'd been many years since anyone had brought him news that was so...exciting.

Light was leading a rebellion, Wily was in a panic and Eggman was up to something no doubt...

"You've done well my servants." he congratulated with an echoing sound from within his helm.

Two ninja stood with their heads bowed.

"Stockman!"

From somewhere amongst a mass of machinery a figure creeps out. His face riddled with surgery scars.

"Yes sir?"

"Activate the mouser protocols."

"Yes shredder sir."

Sounds to me like Sonic isn't a robot, exactly, but he's bio-engineered.

And of course, at a high enough tech level, tech and bio are almost indistinguishable from one another....

There is a large, abandoned mansion in the heart of the city. Most people have just come to call it 'West Mansion' for the former owner, but among the local kids it's known as the 'Splatterhouse'. A while ago a friend of mine, Rick, decided to take shelter there with his girl Jennifer. The story he told me sent chills down my spine.

He spoke of large Bioroids, they were almost demonic in the description, coming from the house and dragging Jennifer away, attacking and leaving him for dead.

What he said next really had me fearing that place. He was sure he had died. He remembers waking up with a mask attached to his face, a 'hell mask' he called it. He spoke of running through the mansion and killing bioroids left and right, all the while searching for Jennifer.

Then, he said that the mask opened a portal to hell. I just think he was coming down off of a bad high, but then, why was he covered in blood and carrying a machete, and where was Jennifer?

It happened too fast. even with the increased response time wily had given his latest chassis it was like fighting lighting. It should have figured it was project M after all.

"You monster!" He bellowed letting a blade fly. Its monmolecular edge missing and instead cutting the remains of a joe in half as it spun through the air.

Before he knew it a blast had somehow punched through his force screens tearing off a leg in the process. Sparks flew from a wholly metallic body. He was no biodroid...just another a tool for wily.

As his optics slowly flickered in and out of focus he new what was coming. Project M was designed after all to out do anyone...

Even though he screamed for help, the Foot ganger knew no one was going to come out. No one got involved with things like this. He was on his own, down on his face with something snagged around his ankle.

He knew he shouldn't have. He knew he was dead. But he rolled over anyway, just for one final look at the thing which had caught up to him. He thought it would spend more time eating the others.

A white miasma surged up his legs, burning through his clothes and searing into his skin. So fast. He thought was screaming before, but then he gave it is all. It engulfed his head quickly, and the white mass contracted around the body until it formed a large sphere. No blood, no mess.

"Good boy" a voice called out as a young man stepped out of the alleyway, "Maybe they'll leave our district alone now"

The blob began to jiggle, and slurped its way up to the boy, slurping around his ankles yet doing him no harm.

"Okay boy, okay! Here's a jelly bean"

A slow steady voice droned over the intercom.

"Cutman version 2.0408 has been deactivated, core removal unconfirmed."

Wily's blood went cold as he heard the news. It couldn't be...this version was unstoppable at least far more so than what the last one had been. It meant sadly one of two things. He needed to rebuild cutman or Project M had succeeded...

He prayed it was the former. With a look of utter spite he stared out the window towards where a curl of smoke rose. Below him he could see dozens of robots scurrying about, fixing Lights mistake. No...his mistake. He had given him to much of the leash and thought he could trust the old fool.

"Gutsman." He said aloud his voice as calm and cold as any machine.

"Yeah boss?" A deep bass answered back, reverberating through the room on hidden speakers.

"I have a job for you."

>>7042064
I want to see Lost Vikings being against ALL bioroids.

(why not a shift of view to someone no ones touched yet)

Doctor Ivo 'eggman'Robotnik Sat staring at the images that one of his spies had caught. A blur of blue taking out one of Wily's tin men. It was all to familiar. The energy readings were off though...Not quite fast enough and the beam was new...

"Computer!" He bellowed taking a muffin from a nearby plate. "Analyze all incoming traffic that wily is sending in and out."

"Confirmed Master robotnik." It replied in a cold voice. "Several reports have been recieved already stating that unit GUTSMAN is heading towards where the Unit CUTMAN was dispatched. Should I send a harrier squad or a an egg-tyrant?" It rattled off with a low hum.

the good doctor reclined savoring the muffin as he shifted a corpulent body.

"No no no. that won't do. I want to know whats going on here first. Let wily play his games. I've got time on my hands." he said with a loud laugh. "Computer, increase Conversion rate of Robodyne employees by .3 percent. Also, Activate all defense grids in key sectors. Terminate and collect any thing that moves on the streets."

>>7042909
FUCK YES I FORGOT ABOUT A BOY AND HIS BLOB YOU ARE AWESOME AND YOU SHOULD FEEL AWESOME

The city entrance checkpoint lay just ahead. This one appeared to be run by Robotnik's 'men', if such a term still applied to beings that were more fiber-optics than flesh.

Then again, hypocrisy never did anyone any good. At least they knew what they had become. His own enhancements had been found out in a hole by an abandoned Uranium mining facility. The battle suit was one thing, tough with a big gun, but the ride was something else. Neither had let go after he touched them, leading to times when he honestly couldn't tell if he was using the equipment, or if the equipment was using him.

Either way, Light's message had drawn both man and machine to the city. The call for help over long abandoned wavelengths would no doubt bring out plenty of rabble. Bully to them if they even lived the night. He had more personal issues to deal with, and right now, a little riot would provide excellent cover. The Robotnik guards were too used to looking inward, at the rusting pillars of metal and glass, to ever suspect that they were there because worse things lay outside, and someone had to provide that early warning scream. Too bad nobody was listening tonight.

>>7043165
The treads ground to life, digging into the crumbled span of what had once been a grand road. The checkpoint guards finally noticed with only a moment to spare, but that was plenty of time for enhanced reflexes to get their launchers up and send a volley of rockets screaming at the vehicle bearing down at them. It was too bad they lacked true faces, as the look of surprise would have been priceless as his tank simply jumped effortlessly over the rockets, and the checkpoint for that matter. His fingers danced over the secondary armaments, and the ugly side of the electromagnetic force made a conduit right through the guards to the ground. Scratch one Robotnik outpost, 1.3 seconds from normal to FUBAR. He didn't even have to slow down. The outland gangs didn't call him the "Blaster Master" for nothing.

The most direct route to the main Robotnik labs led him through a section of Wily's territory. The speakers were already blaring out propaganda, telling the populace that Wily kept them safe, that Wily was in control. The tread marks he was leaving on the walls said otherwise.

He was going to settle a score with Robotnik tonight. Most people wouldn't understand why he was going to such lengths over something so trivial, but they didn't matter. He had scribbled a few drawings near the vidwindow, of simple frogs and toads, just as he remembered them on the day a Robotnik collection drone had swooped in and taken all of them away. They had been precious things to him, and Robotnik had taken them.

Tonight, he would take something precious from Robotnik.

Warnings screamed across the board as Robotnik sputtered at the sight of a tank charging his lines.

"What is this!?" He bellowed slamming his meaty hands against the keys of a massive console. Screens and systems fluctuated wildly as he programmed a symphony. If this fool was willing to charge his lines he had another thing coming.

"Computer, Chaos control protocol on my mark! I want the Egg carrier ready for lift on in thirty minutes and Four KNUCKLE class Egg tyrants online!" His voice held an almost manic anger as he spouted forth lines of near pure hate.

Automated monstrosities stirred deep underground and with a loud KERCHUNK A hatch came undone somewhere in the very heart of the compound. With a low roar a metal titan stirred.

as the 'blaster master' cut back into Roboniks territory he felt pretty good. It was moving smoothly each barricade he had come to had gotten bowled over and nothing seemed to be able to stop him...sadly he was mistaken.

his hands sped over controls that seemed almost beyond human comprehension as something loomed over head. A nightmare of steel and fiber. It's jaws easily ten feet wide, Long claws digging into the concrete it loomed over even the tank.

"oh...fuck."

He fired off as fast he could. A single blast impacted on a frame of something harder than steel. A roar like steel girders against concrete echoed through the city. A massive claw barely missed as he backpedaled as fast he could, just barely missing an attack capable of killing even a master possibly.

Hidden within his nest of Steel doctor Ivo Robotnik giggled madly.

In the 3rd floor of an abandoned hab unit, another chunk of... whatever passed for building materials these days fell to the floor. The light from the street lamps outside barely illuminated the 2 figures inside: one on the floor, prostrated and begging, the other standing above him. Most of the 3rd floor had been turned into a smoking ruin: the walls had large holes in them, and deep gouges had been cut into them, surrounded by burn marks.

"Please! I beg of you, spare me!"
"Heh, how many times have we both heard that one?"
"I was only following orders! I was only doing my job!"
"Your job?! If you had done your job RIGHT I'd be the one begging for mercy, not you!"
"You think it's easy to do what I've done in this business, kid?! Trust me, it gets harder from here on out. You're in the big leagues now kid!"
"It's been pretty easy so far. Most of them were worn out codgers like you."
"Then do it! And I'll see you in Hell soon enough!"
"Fine by me."

There was a sound like a switchblade flicking open, followed by a low hum as a beam of searing blue light extended from the device in the man's hand.

"Don't worry, I'll make it quick."

And with that, he flicked his arm, swinging the blue beam through his victim's neck, the head bouncing away into the darkness.

>>7043327

"What rank does that make me now, Syl?" he said, glancing at the device strapped to his arm.
"Kill confirmed. You are now the number 4 ranked assassin, and your account has been updated accordingly. Congratulations Mr. Touchdown! Would you like me to start searching for the 3rd rank assassin?" it chimed in a vaguely French accent, the virtual woman on the screen smiling.
"Sure, go right ahead Syl."
"Understood. Working..." the device said, the woman on the screen disappearing as the screensaver replaced her: the name SYLVIA followed by what the acronym stood for: Simple Yottabyte Logistics and Virtual Interface for Assassins.

As he made to leave, he turned back to look at his victim. Was he right? Were things about to get tougher? It seemed to twinge the same nagging doubts he had about this job every day, and bring them to the fore.

"Aaaaah what does he know?" he bragging, trying to boost his confidence, "He was probably just trying to spook me!"

As he walked off, his nagging doubts about his job, and the city as a whole, returned once more however. It was the same conclusion he kept turning over and over in his head: that this city simply had no more heroes...

(sorry if this bothers anyone it just feels too perfect!)

"Sylvia, updates on the selection process?" An low voice asked as he reclined within an opulent throne room. Behind him the Foot Banner hung large enough to even cover a tyrant class biodroid.

A holographic image of a woman appeared before the King, his face hidden behind a mask of steel and blades.

"There is master Shredder. A Travis Touchdown has recently ousted the number four candidate with surprising skill. He might prove to be a viable subject for the lineage program." the hologram explained as an image of a young man in a red jacket appeared.

The Shredder stared at the flickering image studying the young man.

"Sylvia." he began as somewhere in the distance an explosion rocked the city again."Watch him closely. He might be just what we are looking for."

"Yes Master Shredder."

White hid behind a pile of rubble, his photoreceptors and audio processors operating at peak efficiency. The clanking of his enemies were still far off, but getting closer. He gestured to his multicolored brethren, silently ordering them into position.

The clanking of Ivo's machines grew almost deafening, their mechanical chatter becoming discernable.

"Sweep of sector X-13 complete, Crafters not located. Moving to new sector."

White waited until he could have reached out and touched the forward guard to send the signal from the small antenna on his head. Bombs, flawlessly crafted and deviously placed, exploded all around the patrol group, followed by the explosives of his companions. He ran out from behind his cover, and laser weapons began pinging the stone and metal all around him. As he dived behind another shattered pillar, Gold sprinted through the group and dove behind a pillar of his own as the bomb he'd left behind tore through the shattered remains of the Egg Man's machines.

White sprinted into the fray once more, a bomb forming in his hand in a split second; he dropped it to the ground and kicked it viciously, striking the head of a half-destroyed robot, exploding forcefully and ripping it apart. His companions left their own cover, looking at the site of their first victory.

The Bomber Men were slaves no longer.

Running into Robotnik had not been part of the plan. The plan had been to break into the biolabs and destroy Robotnik's long run experiments, hurting him the only way such a creature could be hurt- by denying him the knowledge he so craved. Tangling with the Doctor's personal battle armor was something to be avoided, especially with so many other forces close at hand.

Yet, something drove him on. The tank could make a mockery of gravity, and that maneuverability was all that was preventing a quick death. Instead, it was looking more like a slow death as every blow chipped away at his energy reserves. Even a direct lightning strike has failed to break through the battle armor's defense, with a strange jewel appearing out of nowhere to absorb the energy. Breaking physics was cheating. Then again, nothing wrong in breaking parts of a screwed up universe to keep your own screwed up life going, even if you did sometimes feel the icy breath of Death.

As for Death, well, that being had a boss of his own to report to, and that boss was quite pleased indeed.

"Yes, I glimpsed it myself. These 'Chaos Emeralds' bleed the very energies that empower my keep. Have our puppet keep investigating."

Death turned and left, leaving the lord to contemplate the city before him. Soon, very soon, his keep would return to him, grander than ever. Alas, poor Jason, to have unearthed such a ruin. The stuff of life nearly lost, he had not even made a decent snack, but that bitterness, that hate, they were sweet sustenance for him. Even now the unsuspecting puppet was taking the little toy tank he so prided himself on into battle, but not quite at his own will.

And now, another battle was joined, as animated bone and decayed flesh began to fan out, while the more powerful and stealthy of his servants were sent after the Chaos Emeralds. Win or lose, it did not matter. The Lord of Castlevania could only be delayed, never stopped.

A smile split Kalvin Graham's face as the old radio sparked and slowly came to life.
He had spent years working, trying to get it up and running without spending enough to
attract attention from the big MegaCorps. Time was, he used to read about those in
books and think they were just scary ideas. Now they were facts of life, and nobody
seemed to care.
As he pondered his success, he toyed idly with a screwdriver, spinning it in his hand
and occasionally flipping it into the air and catching it by the head. Every so often,
he also scratched it against his opposite forearm, leaving a thin red trail. The stuff
was kicking in, so he didn't mind the pain.
But back to business--this light in his bunker down here in the pipes, he was going to
save the world with it. With a good relay, he could send a signal out to the whole
city, and if there was even one person with the same frequency out in that neon-lit
hell, they could save the world together.
But no kid today would listen to an old man. No one, of any age, would risk his life
for the rhetoric of Kalvin Graham.
He was scratching his head now. The screwdriver slipped, just once, leaving a short but
jagged mark on his coffee-colored forehead. This snapped him to full alert, and he
rushed to the mirror in the bathroom. Fear and pain were gone, but this did give him
an idea. A crazed grin formed on his face as he raised the screwdriver, and put two
more cuts on his forehead. The letter K now stood out in blood. He would leave it to
scar. And when he made his first broadcast, he would let it be his new name.
Jet Set Radio would begin its first run in only a few short hours. There was a lot to
do.

>>7044161
Time was, the gangs in my side of town were just kids. We didn't really have any goal 'sides making noise.
But Rokkaku Gouji was different. When we were rocking out, he was doing work. He looked like such a poser, but he was smart enough to survive. I even respected the clown.

Before we knew what had happened, he'd gone from punching cops to paying them. He had gambled with his gang's lives, and won big.
And then he set out to make his new gang, the Rokkaku Police, the only gang. He took down anybody who tuned in, anybody who sprayed paint, and anybody who said "no".

>>7041537
It is simply The City, as we live in The Universe. It encompasses all of existence, and thus has no use for a name.

http://www.protomen.com/lightupthenight/

I know someone who is putting together a megaman game using only the Exalted: Autocthon book, if that helps. A lot of their powers seem to duplicate classical Megaman abilities and villain weapons, and the overall echanics work well enough.

HOLY FUCKING SHIT.

All of the guys in this thread who recommended listening to The Protomen--you guys KICK ASS. Goddamn. I've been listening to 'em for hours.

"The Captain? No, I don't know what he's a captain of either, all I know is he took down three whole Metool divisions and a Wing KOOPA strike force before he decided to just dissappear. Shot 'em all to pieces with his gun, some garish grey and red thing. Said it was 'easier than a duck hunt', whatever one of those is...

No, we don't know who the captain is, the only way to recognise him is by his jacket, with a great big N on it. I guess that's why we call him Captain N."

Kirby knows the gate. Kirby is the gate. Kirby is the key and guardian of the gate.
Past, present, future, all are one in Kirby.
He knows where the Pokemons broke through of old, and where They shall break through again. He knows where They had trod Hyrule's fields, and where They still tread them, and why no one can behold Them as They tread. By Their smell can men sometimes know Them near, but of Their semblance can no man know, saving only in the features of those They have begotten on mankind; and of those are there many sorts, differing in likeness from man's truest eidolon to that shape without sight or substance which is Them.
They walk unseen and foul in lonely places where the Words have been spoken and the Rites howled through at their Seasons.
The wind gibbers with Their voices, and the earth mutters with Their consciousness.
They bend the forest and crush the city, yet may not forest or city behold the hand that smites.
Subcon in the cold waste hath known Them, and what man knows Subcon?
The ice desert of Zebes and the sunken isles of Koholint hold stones whereon Their seal is engraver, but who hath seen the deep frozen island or the sealed egg long garlanded with seaweed and barnacles? The Wind Fish is Their cousin, yet can he spy Them only dimly.
Iä! Iä! Mother Brain!
As a foulness shall ye know Them.
Their hand is at your throats, yet ye see Them not; and Their habitation is even one with your guarded threshold.
Kirby is the key to the gate, whereby the spheres meet.
Man rules now where They ruled once; They shall soon rule where man rules now. After summer is winter, after winter summer. They wait patient and potent, for here shall They reign again...

Also, whilst were on the subject of Lovecraft...

The Chozo, bioroid bird men...

Or Migo like techno-magic abominations from the forbidden planet of Zebes?
Have them give Samus a special suit of power armour for their own inscrutable ends. Also, behind Motherbrain lies the machinations of the Chozo.
The Metroid owes it's existence to their blasphemous biological experiments, as they move ever further to biological sciences to satisfy their every whims over base technology.

Using the Chozo suit causes sanity damage, as the user is constantly exposed to 5dimensional sigils from the HUD and phantom sounds designed for things that could hear into the gravimetric bands. After about an hour you end up with a massive headache.
After a week the headaches get less, but every so often you keep seeing malformed horrific abominations in your peripheral vision, you turn to face them - only to see a loved one or a small child.

After a few months your seeing those visions outside of the suit.
After a year or so, all you can see in is some twisted horror world of warped flesh and slime. Voices become screeching notes that claw along your brain like fingernails on a chalkboard, and fondest loved ones become fang mawed sluglike monsters with dripping proboscis and compound eyes.
Only in the suit do you feel safe.

Of course, the real problem is when in that nightmare world - you find someone who looks normal.

Lieutenant Aran stood in the debriefing room. Her hands and feet were pins and needles. It was a side effect of the suit she was told. So were the hallucinations and the voices...

"Lieutenant, twice now you have been caught misusing Metpharm property." A voice said from within the mirrored confines of the booth nearby. "We think it is high time you were reprimanded. You will be transferred into the CHOZO research project. Is this understood?"

Aran felt her blood run cold. she had heard of the CHOZO project. It was something meant to scare people. A horror story about a group working on proving the combat effectiveness of the Metpharm units through whatever it took.

The failure rate was so high that it had its own morgue...

"Sir yes Sir!" she barked, fighting the urge to break down and cry.

I'm amazed with all the content in this that it isn't autosaging yet.

I'm thinking about incorporating the Anti-Robot Resistance from Assault City...
Does ANYBODY other than me remember that game though?

>>7045333
It was on a Sega system? Probably not.

>>7045333
nope, but it looks to be pretty relevant!

>>7045343

Basically, one day, in a society where robots do EVERYTHING, the central control system for them goes feral and every single robot, from the military models right down to the Roomba's decide to kill off the human race.

You are Joe, from the resistance. One day you find a badly wounded scientist, who with his last breath gives you THE GUN.

THE GUN is a essentially a Mega Damage weapon in world with only SDC.
By the time it's fully upgraded to Level 4, you can take out Artillery Ranges with it.

Whimpering as she stepped into the dorrway of the lab Aran could not help but to feel as if all had failed her. She had been demoted to little more than a private, she was forbidden from further operation and now...CHOZO.

The room was dark oddly. No lights were on and in the back she could hear the low burble of some strange machine.

"Good day." Something hissed from within. Its voice like sandpaper. "You must be Samus Aran. Please, step inside."

Something moved within the darkness. As a pair of glowing eyes locked onto her she felt her body slowly stepping forward. It was as if she had lost control, a puppet now for someone else. Terror wormed its was into her brain as she began to fight back. Trying to regain control of her limbs.

"Interesting..." It hissed. "You are stronger than the last one. Perhaps, you will be a suitable subject.."

Behind her Samus heard the door hiss shut leaving her to darkness...A single horrified scream escaped her lips. As she realized all too suddenly what CHOZO was.

>>7045614

The Chozon are pedo ninja mad scientist bums, dude. Lrn2 source.

>>7045779
Give me a minute lordy, I'm typing the rest. Did you think something with glowing eyes was human?

>>7045808

Tengu aren't exactly evil. It would make more sense for them to spirit some little girl away and have her escape after they have lost interest because she's fourteen now and her being able to finally escape because she learned enough of their science-kungfu to successfuly make a run.

Samus Aran...yes she was Samus...


With the sensation of being doused in cold water Samus Aran woke from a nightmarish sleep of a strange figure and the horrors it had revealed to her. She was laying in bed, Oddly not her own, its soft covers warm from her boy heat and the steady beep of machinery in the background.


"Glad to see you're awake Miss Aran." A calm voice said from her peripheral. It sounded vaguely familiar yet, it was still hard to place. "You must have taken quite the blow to the head. You're lucky to be alive."

Weather it was the drugs still working her over or the simple fact she had no better excuse she happily agreed with a mumbled yes...

"well, on the bright side of things it would seem you've been cleared for active duty by next week. Full privilege for suit combat reinstated even. Now tell me what's the last thing you remember?"

"I..." She trailed off as she stared at the blank ceiling. the only thing that seemed to come back was impossible. A nightmarish landscape of ruins from some bygone era, A twisted creature lurking within them performing grotesque experiments on people trying to save a dying race and a weapon...A weapon unlike anything she had ever seen.

"I remember the debriefing room."

>>7045867
neither is this thing from the sounds of it. Just horrible uncaring. It got its shot of grimdark was all.

The boy shifted foot to foot as he waited for the start of the day. Over Wily towers the sun rose. With a deep breath he put his feet to the peddles and started his run.

Over his shoulder a bag filled with newspapers fresh off the press-robot hung, stuffed to the gills. With each rotation he gained speed. He was the best at his job. It payed the family bills and was helping put food on the table for him and his sis.

steadily he felt the breeze of speed as he hurtled down crowded streets weaving through the mass of workers going on and off shift with such ease it seemed as if he was part of the bike. His first house came up.

Timing was key, last time he had smashed a window, too soon. The time before that He'd hit a kid bump in the road and gotten thrown off for taking so long. This time. This time he would get it right.

With the sound of a loud THunk the paper collided with the doorway. Landing safely where it was meant to be.

He was not just a paper boy....He was THE PAPERBOY.

>>7046124

It's..a modern-day Kafka tale!

He grinned as the massive bioroid fell to the ground in front of him. The fight had been tough, but Mario Marino was tougher. Between the fungal steroids he had found earlier (he was still amazed at being nearly 9 feet tall) and the Flaming Liquid Wave Endothermic Relay he managed to grab from Wily's weapons division, the levels of the tower were child's play. His only tight spot was when he got surrounded by those hammer-wielding bioroid guards down on level 3-3. Lucky for him, he was in the R&D lab. He didn't know what powered the star-shaped thing he grabbed, but whatever did, it made him feel invincible. He took two hammers to the face and didn't even flinch. The carnage he caused, it was beautiful.

But all that was behind him now. He strode past the smoking remains for the inert B.O.W.S.E.R. unit towards the cringing lab rat trying to hide in corner. His F.L.W.E.R. had barely even used any of its fuel, and he was in the mood to burn.

"Where is she?", he shouted, grabbing the tech by his white coat, the man's over-sized headgear wobbling as Mario shook him slightly. "Where's my girl, Peach?"

"I-I-I-I... I don't kn-", the tech stammered, fear in his eyes.

"What do you mean 'Y-Y-Y-You don't know'? WHERE IS SHE?!"

>>7046351
"Sh-Sh-She's not here...". The lab tech began crying at this point.

"Listen here, you sniveling toad, either you tell me where she is..." Mario began charging the firing mechanism on his arm, its orange light illuminating his face. "Either you tell me where she is, or you get to see first hand how well your weapons work, get it?"

The tech's eyes were wide with fear. Mario could smell piss soaking through the tech's pants. Pathetic.

"I-I-I-I-I' s-s-s-sorry. Sh-Sh-She's... She's in another t-t-t-tower..."

The Italian plumber's eyes grew wide, reflecting the growing fire he clutched in his fist. He'd been through eight floors of this damn tower... He's destroyed so many bioroids, he's almost lost count... Hell, this was the fourth B.O.W.S.E.R. he's encountered... And he's still no closer to finding her. Finally focusing back on the lab tech, he felt himself snap.

"FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUCK!", he exclaimed, incinerating the tech in a near mindless rage. The screams of the tech filled his ears. The smell of bruning flesh filled his nose. The black, oily smoke burned his eyes, but he didn't care. Mario stomped off towards the ventilation shaft once more. Maybe next level...

Man a tabletop game based on PLATFORMING would be halarisome

EMPLOYEE MEMO: It has come to our attention that some workers have expressed concern regarding the imbued intelligence in experimental bioroids. While we acknowledge that dealing with with sentient creatures may raise "ethical quandries", it is vital to the advancement of biotech. The ability of subjects to analyse their own condition greatly speeds the recovery of usable data, aswell as your paychecks. We would also like to remind employees that no living bioroid is terminated within this facility, and any inter-departmental contact is prohibited.
-MANAGEMENT

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QUEO9Mfmn4M

FUCK YEAH

No one wanted to believe Rick. They all thought he was insane, or coming down off of Ring or E-tank, but he knew the truth. He knew what they were up to with the Bioroids, and how they started off as normal folks.
He was not going to let that happen to Jennifer.

He gathered up the broken Hellmask and placed it on his face. He felt the sting as it attached itself to him and the world grew red. He grabbed his machete and started toward Ivo's side of town. His Jennifer was not going to be a freak, not if he could help it.

>>7036388
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>>7036596
shiiit, looks like concept art from GTA 4

This little bugger runs a delivery agency.

So, how do we get this awesome archived again?

>>7046834

It IS archived.

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/7032538/#7045867

It has been since Sunday.

>>7046834
yeah...this thread is two days old. Holy fuck.

Samus Aran didn't feel right...they had suited her up for a test situation. Her suit had been damaged they told her. So, in its place she was given a newer model. It was nothing like any other suit she'd seen. Its orange frame seemed....wrong. It was almost as if it was not built for a human being.

"We're beginning the phase one test now." A voice said with a crackle of static.

"Roger" She replied as she felt the suit clamp down on her. The Neural network began its slow creep into her body. Matching it nerve for nerve. Her skin crawled as it happened.

She knew what a suit felt like. It wasn't right. As her visor came online she couldn't focus her eyes. It was like seeing things from all the wrong angles. Symbols blurred together and the language interface was off. It wasn't English or any language she'd seen.


"Um..." she started shaking her head inside the cushioned helmet. "Something's wrong. It's all off..."

"You're vitals are fine and the suit is reading perfectly normal. If you want we can stop the test." the voice crackled in her ear.

'No. No, its alright." she answered back aware that this test was more than simply her doing a shake down. It could mean life or death depending on her success.

Adding to awesomebot collection

>>7049184
and again

>>7049198
dammit, i forgot my pictar

"Final check running. Alright miss Aran. Prepare for a live fire drill." the voice crackled as Samus fought off the uneasy sensation that crawled over her skin. It didn't feel right...but she would live.

"alright." She murmured. Her eyes still were out of focus. It was a numbing haze. Like something was clouding her vision.

The room, a large concrete area that was linked to numerous sensors. It was cratered in a few places and was the base test bed for all armors built by Met-pharm.

As section of concrete sunk slightly, with a beam of light a hatch opened with the sound of machinery working overtime to lift up something. With a final kerchunk a massive stasis chamber stood within the center of the room. Something slowly stirring within.

ITT: Ravnica, 2,000 years post Dissention

What do we know about the Setting?

The City, referred to as 'The City of Light' and once as 'Omegon'. It dominates and stretches on forever, dark and decayed, the urban landscape jagged and shifting. The biggest players are indisputably Doctor Wily and Doctor Robotnik and their positronic brains / servitor-style bio-brain bots. MetPharm pretty much dominates everything medical, and spill out mutagens and bioroids left and right, taking up all the high-tech industry that Ivo and Albert haven't gotten too yet. Their leader is.... Mother Brain?

What business the Big Three haven't taken over, then Foot has. Foot runs the little stores, it gets you your groceries, etc... it acts like the little guy even though all those little guys make for one hell of a corp.

Other factions lurk in the shadows: strange worshippers of lost deities, aliens, psychics, mutants, and the Syndicate. A massive criminal enterprise run by the enigmatic "Mr. X". The only reason they aren't legit is because the legit business market is cornered.

The Mushroom Kingdom lies underneath the City like a dark mirror, mutagenic fungus growing out from the pipes thanks to all the crap the Big Three have been spilling out over the years. The exact nature of this underkingdom is unknown - the denizens could be mutants, rogue bioroids, or even strange planetary natives (because the humans don't seem to be natives) or possibly all three.

Didn't we have this thread already? Yup, we did. Sage for repeated thr-

Wait, this is still the same thread? Holy shit! That must be some sort of a record.

>>7050292
Sounds about right to me.

This thread, this thread right here, is why /tg/ is the best board on the chans.

The Hylians are a long-dead race that came before the Settlement, their legacy almost completely wiped from the surface. A minute number of ruins still evident in the parts of the City still not completely terraformed. Odd little stone temples made with inhuman geometry, statues of things that might have been birds and stranger things that look like a cross between a sea-creature and a man. The same things supposedly sighted near some of the coastal suburbs, in fact.

We can tell their lives were very ceremonial, very religious. Hylians believed strongly in a cycle of reincarnation and repetition and their temples contain the remains of highly complex mechanisms designed to be used in ceremonies. Doors that only open with the correct number of relics, and locks and keys made with a microscopic precision that seems impossible given the technological level which their ruins otherwise indicate. Because despite these engineering marvels, it looks like the Hylians never really advanced very far... but why they went extinct is a mystery. Perhaps they simply stagnated.

...or perhaps their 'King of Evil' isn't quite as mythical as modern scholars think.

Citizens! Uncle Wily has increased the deployment of JOE police units following terrorist threats against the City by anti-progress factions. Do not panic! No right-thinking individuals are at risk - repeat; if you are not a criminal, you are in NO danger. You are safe! You are secure!

For your safety, carry your identification with you at all times and stay to your designated Zones.

We would also like to remind you that all reports of an under-city rebellion in the Pipes are false. Do not believe this scare-mongering. Your opponents lie in the other City areas, beyond the current reach of the Good Uncle Wily.

My father, murdered. Dr Smith, dead as well. Robotnik has one of the statues. Wily has the other. I will destroy both of them to ensure the safety of this world and avenge my father's death.

Mr X sat in his throne overlooking the city. It wasn't as dizzying as the view he'd have gotten from a RoboDyne or WilyCorp building, but it was damn high. X wasn't a man to fuck with; he couldn't become one of the Big Three so had to become more than a businessman.

In front of him was an intruder, stranger, pissing off X with his very existence. A challenge to his power, a dark reminder that the slightest slip in his ability would result in JOE or SWAT crushing him down.

"Tell me again fuckface, why I shouldn't just get Shiva here to beat your ass down."

The stranger thought for a moment and said:

"Because your man doesn't stand a chance."

Shiva was too cool-headed to rise to it, but X smashed his fist down onto the chair and roared:

"Fuck you. My Right'd break you with his bare knuckles."

But even so, he hit his buzzer and brought some more men in. Street punks looking for the next hit, or looking to score big; wrestlers tired of fixed fights just looking for a rumble; pushers, pimps, thugs. They were the kinds of people that Mr X made his whole life out of.

The stranger spoke again.

"I want to help you take out the Neo Zeed Syndicate. With your resources I can finish me fight against them. Vengeance will be mine."

>>7050726

Ah. Vengeance was something Mr X could understand. He'd gotten used to it - punks thinking they could play the hero trying to take him on. They failed, of course, and he'd had to resort to some unsavoury measures to make damn sure no-one thought about playing hero again.

"I like vengeance," he said. "It makes for some good entertainment. I can see from your infiltration here that you've got talent, and I won't deny that. Why come to me? Why not somebody else?"

"Who else is there? We don't have police, we just have corps and syndicates. The Corps don't give a shit, and between your men and the Shadow Law, no contest."

Hmm. Mr. X couldn't deny the man's talent. It took more than just steel balls to sneak your way into Stage-8. Neo Zeed were getting edgy, and he needed something to throw at them whilst he gathered his own men for war.
"Tell me your name," said X. "I'm intrigued, but I'll have to think about it. Maybe see a little more of your skill."

"I'm Joe. Joe Musashi."

I used to think we had it pretty good. Our town, Tokyo-2, was secure, untouched by the big guys like Egg Corp. and Wily Inc. Sure, the Rokkaku police weren't friendly, but at least they were HUMAN. They were just folks, family men, working stiffs. They were real.
I didn't care about the gangs. They were loud and colorful, but then so was most of my neighborhood. I tuned in once on a whim to their pirate station--JSR, they called it.
That was what did it. That was the day that I realized the truth. That was the day that my parents got their heads aired out by Rokkaku's pet psycho.
And even then I thanked god for human cops. A robot assassin wouldn't have missed the scared 12 year old hiding in a closet.

I hate that fucker K, for preaching and ranting but never doing anything tangible. But I hate Rokkaku more, and the gangs are his pet peeve--for some reason, they're the one problem he never seems to try and work to his advantage. I hear rumors, but I don't care about 'em. Whatever it takes, someday I'll look him in the eye, plant my wheels on his face, and fill his lungs with paint.

My expedition to one of the Hyrulian Ruins was a modest success to put it lightly. We managed to retrieve an artifact from what would seem to be the remains of a castle or citadel. It seemed to have suffered some sort of battle at one point or another.

Amongst the rubble however we found something most promising. A small triangular piece of metal. It is currently heading back to the Labs at Wily Tower as we speak.

>>7050385
>>7051224

You guys don't mind if I put a different spin on it, do you?

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There was a rumor going around about some chick working for one of the corps' subsidiaries. Real smart girl, came up with... somethin'. Might've been new power source, might've been biotech, might've been the next big drug. Nobody knows what it was, but it was valuable enough that the company she was workin' for stuck it in the biggest vault they had to keep it out of everyone else's hands, sealin' the door up with a three-part keycard. The girl, the CEO and the chief of security each had a piece, and they musta thought that if they were the only ones who could get to it they could keep it a secret. Well, I'm tellin' you this story, so it must not've worked, am I right?

You ever hear of GD-Tech? Big weapons research firm. The head of the company supposedly headed up a few terror cells way out in the desert back in the day before he went legit. Truth is, he never stopped being a terrorist, but instead of doing all the fighting himself he just sells guns to groups willing to spread chaos in his favor. I think the only reason Wily and Ivo haven't gone after him is because he's smart enough not to fund anyone who'd go ruin their plans.

Anyway, he must've gotten wind of something valuable being in the vault because a ton of guys funded by GD-Tech and loaded for bear hit the smaller group's headquarters, killing the CEO and making off with the girl, getting two-thirds of the keycard in the process. As for the chief of security... man, from what I heard he and the rest of the rent-a-cops put up a hell of a fight to keep that last part of the card out of their hands. As I hear tell before he bled out the chief passed it off to the last guy standing - some fresh-faced kid, probably hadn't even been working there a month - and told him to get out of there. Poor guy.

>>7051940

Now I heard all this and I figured that the kid was dead in some alley and GD-Tech got their hands on whatever it is they were trying to find. But then I heard about a break-in in one of their underground storage facilities, where one guy fought his way through the bioroids on guard duty and made off with some of the equipment. Then a couple days later I heard about another, then a couple days after *that* I hear about a third one. That's when I realize that the kid is still alive and... well, I don't know if he's crazy or mad or in love with the girl or still on payroll or what, but he's taking the fight to GD-Tech.

I caught sight of the guy not more'n two days ago, climbing out of the sewers with one of those, uh, neurosynchronous audio-visual reconnaissance units buzzing around his head. The guy couldn't have been outta his teens and here he was, still wearing the green body armor like a badge of honor or somethin'. Crazy monomolecular sword in one hand, riot shield in the other and all kinds of grappling hooks and gauss bolt projectors and explosives and I don't know what else hanging offa the bandoleers he was wearing. Didn't say a word, just climbed out, looked around and dashed off into the night.

Crazy shit, man. Crazy shit.

>>7051954
Take it to the polls I guess. I like it honestly it feels pretty damn right for this sorta place.

Samus covered her face instinctively as the Glass of the tube shattered. Her head spinning from such fast. Motion. Within the cool fog something bulky began to take form. A single glowing eye staring at her.


"Bio-devil now online."

Samus Aran's blood ran cold. A bio-devil?! That was a wily machine, what the hell were they thinking it was supposed to be a combat exercise not an execution! Her stomach lurched as something grabbed her leg. A sinewy mass of yellow was slowly crawling across the floor towards her...

She had one shot. Her body moved like it was in molasses as she brought her arm cannon to bear already kicking on the charge function. The high pitched humming of a power shot sending her back to her days at the academy.

That was when it happened. When she finally realized something far greater than herself. Pain wracked her body as the suit finally accepted its new master. Every fiber of her being being entwined with its. For a brief moment she saw the face of thing in the room again. Its large glowing eyes starting at her with inhuman callousness. She could understand what it was trying to do now. How it was trying to help. How it was trying to save them all.

In a blinding sensation she touched her mind to an alien intellect in that room hidden away from prying eyes. She had touched an intellect so vast and strange it should have broken her....It hadn't.

The explosion vaporized the core of the horrific Biodroid. Causing the entire mass to revert to little more than sand. Standing in a swirling cloud of debris was the one thing Met-Pharm had hoped for for so long. An Chozo Suit wielded by one of their own.

>>7051954
>>7051940
I love it, but the two backgrounds don't necessarily have to be mutually exclusive. In fact, I think we ought to combine the two together. Hylian history is cyclic, after all.

Speaking of mystical and/or Lovecraftian horror, I know that Kirby has been mentioned but nobody has referenced the Kirby final bosses. Those monsters don't even changing - at least one of them is the LITERAL embodiment of grimdark.

250GET, looks like the thread is autosaging. Probably for the best since I've got a project due in tomorrow that I need to finish.

/tg/, this has been so amazing. I can't believe how successful it is. I'm going to compile as much as I can and start a second thread later in the week. Godspeed you princes of the internet.

>>7052366
The same to you OP. Damn this has been fun! I can't wait for the next thread honestly.

>>7052366
>>7052415
Blaster Master freelancer here. Shame I get back just in time for the autosage to kick on, this thread has been loads of fun. I'll keep my eyes peeled for the successor.

It's been a blast!

This... this is incredible. I can practically see all this, all the grime and sludge of the lower levels, the sparkle and shine of the uppers, blending together, pulling my childhood in so many new directions... and I'm loving it.

Best. Thread. Ever.

I'm not much of a writer, but a couple of quick additions: Bubble Bobble, Clu Clu Land, Contra, Dig Dug, Gauntlet(?), Ghosts 'n Goblins, Ice Climbers, Ikari Warriors, Kabuki Quantum Fighter, Kung Fu, Legendary Wings, Xexyz.

Like I said, my childhood speaks to me - take 'em or leave 'em, they're classics in my book. ;)

>>7053121
I was thinking of dig dug actually. Also I love writing the stuff for wily anyone have an issue with me doing his stuff?