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Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2008 9:47 pm
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A sarcastic voice drifted through The Master's head, and as annoying as it was, it couldn't be ignored. "Well, Master.... it's been two days. How long are we going to wait?"
"I do believe you should watch your sarcasm. It will get you in trouble, and I won't be there to help you get out of it." "I'm so sorry... I'm sure my sarcasm will get me killed someday, and it'll all be my fault for not listening to you. In the meantime, however, we're delaying the start of the program, and you're sitting here blubbering to that screen. What the heck's so important----." "Enough."
The figure behind the desk said this with such finality that the man made no attempt to finish. "It has indeed been too long. I shall delay this operation no further. I shall send out the second letters, and we can begin sending our transports as soon as I have confirmation that they are...ready." "They're ready now." "Very well then... Fetch me my assistant." "Yes, Master." The young man walked to the door, before stopping, on the pretense of just remembering something. "Oh, and Master.... We've found another prospect." "Have you now? Send me all the information you have on this one."
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Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2008 9:57 pm
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The Master's assistant, known to those around the Hall of Battle as Rose, was attending to the ships. They had gone through rigourous testing to determine the saftey of each of them, and were some of the finest ships ever made, far eclipsing the knowledge of Slippy the Toad and Professor E. Gadd combined. Even Dr. Robotnik, with his IQ of 3000, would have trouble matching the ships for the number of things it could do. And they were ready to go. At The Master's order, she gave the signal for two of the ships to fly to their targeted systems. One left for the city of Dreamland on the planet Pop Star, while the other flew to the planet Corneria, in the Lylat System.
"And with that, the notes are all that are left." Rose headed to the hangar's exit. Her next stop was to give the order to send them off.
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Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2008 10:07 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2008 3:07 am
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((WHY AREN'T THEY COMING ON???? scream ))
Wolf fished a letter out of the back of his mailbox,it was hidden behind a load of junk mail.He noticed it was of the same fanciness of the Battle Hall letter he got,and presumed it was from the same sender.He read over the letter three times,then glanced at his watch.It was 32:40,fourteen minutes to get himself ready,get his weapons,and run to his spaceport. FOURTEEN MINUTES?!?My God,these people give you no time at all. Wolf thought to himself,running in to his house and getting changed into his fighting gear.When he was changed,he went down to his basement where his weapons were stored,and threw two blasters and a electronic shield into a bag he found in his closet,and ran to his shuttleport. Three minutes to spare,that spacecraft thing should be down here any second He thought to himself as he glanced at his watch.
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Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2008 6:56 am
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Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2008 2:49 pm
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((Yes, it's fine. Just remember to ask in advance next time. And by the way, did you forget something? Rhymes with spammer? XD. Don't worry, you'll get a chance to get it.))
Simultaneously, two ships landed at Corneria Spaceport and a field in Dreamland. Each ship was small but cozy, with couches on the interior, plenty of windows, and a minifridge stocked with so much food that even Kirby would be hard pressed to finish it all. Each ship had a personal touch for the occupants. In the ship that landed on Pop Star, there were common Dreamland items scattered around along with some 'powerups' as a homage to Kirby. Along the walls was a mural, detailing the heroics of Kirby, saving Dreamland from peril time and time again. In the middle of the ship, a large statue of the Halberd was prominent, with O2 ominously hanging over it. In the ship that landed on Corneria, there was a bit of a metallic sheen all along the ship's interior, with a mural painted also. This time, the mural detailed the exploits of Star Wolf, with a battle between Wolf and Fox taking up the entire right wall. At intervals, fancy weaponry ranging from a cloaking device to an exact replica of Wolf's personal blaster hung from the wall. In the center of this room, a half scale replica of the Wolfen, with a detailed Wolf Pilot, stood at an angle.
As the doors opened on each of the ships, a robotic servant stepped out and greeted them. "Please make yourself at home, we will be here to provide for your needs. The bathroom is on the left, and halfway through our journey we will be making a stop. Please, enjoy our hospitality to the fullest."
((For the next part, detail anything you want, but stop shortly before the halfway point. Have fun!))
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Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2008 4:45 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2008 11:26 am
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2008 12:18 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2008 12:37 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2008 2:42 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2008 2:59 pm
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The Master sat at his desk, facing a computer screen of vast proportions. Today... today, three years ago...... "Hey! Master!" A small voice intruded into his thoughts, and then proceeded to stamp all over them. "Hey! We've got word from one of the other challengers! You know, the one with the wings and the big shield?" "Yes, yes. I have already heard this." said The Master, sounding quite bored. "You are most late in telling me. Now do you have anything to say that I DON'T know?" "Well, did you know that Parakarry's delivering a letter for him? Did you know that our mailbots malfunctioned?" "Yes, and yes. You, boy, are quite slow on the mark." The Master held onto his forehead, hoping the boy would just be gone. The boy seemed disappointed, and then remembered something. "The ships! They landed... and they're being put through the changes you mentioned. Bet you didn't know that!" "I'm tiring of hearing things I already know. Leave me." The boy, ignoring his request, jumped and said the thing that even The Master didn't know yet. "We think we've found another competitor!"
As The Master turned around, the boy suddenly was unable to see.
"Well, what is this person's name?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2008 3:08 pm
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Meanwhile, two ships landed simultaneously on a strange, barren planet with a single building, called a 'Battle Center'. "Please, exit the ship in an orderly fashion, and we will give an announcement when our repairs are complete." Three robots immediately left the ship, pulled out mechanical tools, and began working on the ships. In front of the Battle Center, a sign stood that announced: 'This Center is based on the model of a Pokemon Center. Please, rest and enjoy your time here.' Underneath the sign, a note was tacked. 'Upstairs can be found the arena, where we will be having an event in half an hour for your viewing pleasure. We will also have a signup sheet for a sparring match, should you wish to participate.'
((Detail your time there, and meet your fellow competitors.))
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Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2008 12:29 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2008 1:40 pm
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Wolf stumbled out of the spaceship,his foot got caught on the difference from the ship and the port's ground.He walked through the sliding doors of the Pokemon center look-a-like,glancing around at the interior of the place.He was surprised to find that hardly anyone was there,and only noticed a few faces.He smiled over at King Dedede,who quickly turned away,an expression of shock on his face."Scaredy-cat"Wolf muttered under his breath,walking over to Kirby and Meta Knight.He looked at the sheet hanging from the wall,asked Kirby for the pen he was holding,and quickly scribbled his name down for a fight in fifteen minutes.He put the pen back in its holster and turned to Kirby and Meta Knight."So you're both going for a fight in fifteen minutes,eh?"He asked them,sub-consciously fingering his blaster.
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