I used to think that we were strong, unbreakable. We all did back then. Before the Invaders taught us to fear. We fought for five years against the never-ending hordes, pilots destroying the incoming craft by the thousands. Still they came, and in the end the best of man just wasn't good enough. All of our heroes died the day the earth fell, our dreams broken in a single crash. That's why we're here in the City, hastily formed from old corporate mining colonies untouched by those inscrutable Invaders for God knows what reason. We'll probably never know why I suppose – why the aliens that set our home world ablaze, without any warning, would simply disappear without any trace afterwords and without leaving a mark anywhere else. It's been ten years since then, long enough for a generation to be born without knowing about the blue-green world before. I expect there's grown people out there who don't even remember it. The green hills don't sing any more, they're dust on a dead planet. Instead we're trapped screaming silently in the City of Light. Chemical plants and casinos, bread and circuses while the corp elite close their iron grip. He – they - all of them are going to grind us down some day. I should know. I helped them do it, I build the ships and the bots. I put the guns in their hands because I still thought there were some heroes left, but I was wrong. They all burned with their Tanks.

>>7078933
I can't talk about Wily Corp. Not here. RoboDyne? I know why Wily is on top, too well, but the secret of Ivo Robotnik's success is a mystery. He owned some of the colonies, a head start that still should have seen him devoured like the others. Yeah, I hear the rumours. Abductions. Disappearances. People say he's got a beam that can turn anything into a robotic slave, but people say a lot of foolish things. He hasn't got any such thing, take it from me kiddo. I'm a roboticist myself, but you knew that already.

In a way I can respect Big R. From what I can see – and at least I get a good perspective from twenty stories high – he's a wholly self-made man. Owes nothing, his success done to his own skill as much as his ruthlessness. Almost everything that RoboDyne puts out is the doctor's own design. Maybe in his way he is a hero, a man with so much ambition he won't disappear no matter what. You can respect that. We don't live in a two-coloured world anymore, now everything is so shaded you can't tell where the hero ends and the villain begins. My God. Maybe we'd all have been better off in the Tanks with all of the good men.

>>7078940
MetPharm, they freak me. I guess they freak out most folks, not least because their CEO is so secretive. Nobody has a clue who MB really is; you hear rumours but nothing concrete. Some nut told me the place is run by an Invader, but that's impossible. The Invaders never had any interest in talking, nobody even knows what they really look like, and no Invader ever gave an atom about the City. Just disappeared back into the darkness between the stars. I think MB is just another researcher turned overlord; the City has no shortage of them. I wouldn't be too surprised if he turns out to be stuffed full of dangerous bioaugs; isn't like the other Bigs have much humanity left in them. Or anyone nowadays; life is measured and always too cheap. The other 'vader tech rumours are certainly bullshit, the ships or drones would always wreck themselves as soon as they were damaged. I guess people get so frightened by the bioaugs they don't want to imagine any human could be capable of making it. I wish I could share that delusion.

Delusion. Despair. It's only natural that the dwellers feel it. It validates them in a way, means they're real. You'd think it'd make for a city of rebellion and heroes, but people just seem to stop at despair, never reaching out for something else. They just sit their, oppressed and apathetic. Content to pity themselves and cry out for somebody else to get the work done. They're just shells of men convinced that this is how things are meant to be. They're every bit as soulless as the machines around them. Not like you though. That's why you're here with me now.

>>7078959
Other than the Three, there's a host of minor corps. First among the smalls is Foot Limited. All the ambitious little shopkeepers who got together for the common good – at least that's what the Foot say. I'd say they're the most militant grocery chain in existence. Word is they're looking into heavy biotech and other high-technology areas but there's been no products on the market just yet. They keep people in line through tight security and fight so fiercely they've even secured some zones from RoboDyne and Wily Corp. People are starting to talk about them like they're part of the Big Three. They've got the balls I'll admit, but they haven't got the resources in my opinion.

Then you have GD Tech, who I don't know too much about. They're run by a guy called Agahnim I think. Creepy guy, he crawled out of one of the ruined desert zones and set himself up pretty nicely as a local warlord. Now he's in charge of the largest arms manufacturer in the City and half the gangs pack GDT pistols. The Big Three tolerate GD Tech because GDT is smart enough not to sell to anybody stupid enough to use them against the Corps.

I believe I asked at the end of yesterday's thread, is it 8-bit only, or is 16-bit allowable? I have an urge to write up a grimdark Vectorman for this setting.

>>7078984
GD Tech got in the news recently for wiping out an obscure Small, a hostile takeover for some treasure kept in the company vault. Rumour is though that the vault is not only gene-locked but has a three-part key-system too; and the security chief gave his key to some unlucky newbie before his death. Makes you wonder what's inside that vault, if you can trust the whole thing not to be corp propaganda. Still, I can see that crazy kid now, dressed up in green battle armour and trying to bring the pain back to the GDT terror crews. GD Tech is supposed to still have the CEO's daughter bound up in their central tower, kept alive while they search for the third key. If it's true, maybe that kid is crazy. Maybe he's in love. Maybe both. Idiot. Stories like that don't happen any more. Love? We're in a world where the closest brothers turn against each other, fathers can't trust their sons.

Huh. Forgot about the illegitimates; the biggest being the X Syndicate and NeoZeed. They'd be the corps if they'd have gotten here first, but as it is they're the guys who went openly criminal once all the 'legitimate' sectors were full. They're mostly pawns of the Big Three; it's not like there's any real difference between them and the Bigs and just one of the Three has as much muscle as both the illegitimates combined. Supposedly there's a war brewing with the illegitimates, two challengers have appeared and changed the balance of power. The Shadow Law, they call themselves, are a group of unknowns from God knows where. I don't know anything about them. The other one, a bunch of self-proclaimed heroes from the Crash. They're making a grab for the chaos zones and the sites of interest that the corps stay out of for fear of flash pointing into unrestricted warfare. They go by the name 'Outer Heaven'.

>>7078998
16-bit is allowed. I guess we're sticking to very early 90s at the latest, but feel free to play with it if you have a cool idea - and Vectorman is a cool idea.

not this unoriginal shit again

>>7079009
Then there's the undercity. The Pipes, we call them, and it's a good enough name. The sewers are so big and complex, so hastily put up by so many different groups that nobody has a clear picture of them. Newer works crush down on older systems, the weight of ages taking it's toll. Nobody really knows what happens down there, but again people talk. There's whole kingdoms down their in the Pipes they say; strange places built by the mutants and dregs ruined by the mutagenic waste that our dying city produces. Ton after ton spilling into rivers, washing down the drains, smokily rising up into the streets themselves. I don't know about any kingdoms, but I've seen a true underdweller before, red robes and a mask that would never be taken off on the outside. Gangs like them keep the City supplied with mushroom, the latest drug fad. Makes you feel like king of the world, like the biggest son-of-a-bitch in the room. Probably no worse than Ring or E-Tank though.

There's other things out there too, in the Pipes and the ruins. Not everything in this city was built by human or robot hands; some of it was made by something else. The ones who came before with their unearthly architecture and strange statues. A people who built for ceremony, and every ruin hides atomically precise mechanisms that far exceed their apparent technological level.

>>7079031
Then there's the talk about Dream Land, but I can't tell a young boy what people say about Dream Land, even if you can't hear me. I like to think that you can though; I trick myself that I can see your eyes flutter in the holding tube. But you aren't awake, not active. If there's any part of you that can hear this maybe now you can understand why I can never let you out. This isn't a world for my son. You can't save it, and it isn't your fight. Nor should you do your part to hold them down. I need you here. The people don't need you, and Wily's taken enough, the empty tube next to you will testify to it. Rest securely my son. Some day they'll find you amongst the rubble, and they'll take you out, and you'll have a real life in the land built out of my bones.
I love you.

>For those new to the setting the City is a place crushed by merciless megacorps, threatened by dark cosmic forces, drowning in urban decay and populated by the characters of classic gaming.
So it's Shadowrun?

>>7079019
Nofunallowed.jpg. Well excuuuuuuse me Princess.

>>7079019
Better than anything else on /tg/ right now. You don't like it? Make a better thread.

>>7079018
alright, I'll look through my old Genesis and NES cartridges and see what floats to the top.

>>7079064
Yes. It's a Shadowrun / retro game mash up.

>>7079087
>Shadowrun / retro game mash up
So it's completely vanilla Shadowrun then?
I just want to make sure.

>>7079073

Can we have a setting summary post, like someone was doing near the end of the last thread?
(e.g. we have Wily Corp/RoboDyne, Big Blue, the Chozo/etc., explaining each)
It'd make things way easier to follow.

Also, has anyone done the FF1 Warriors of Light yet?

Lately the sprawl zones have been rocked by some new chems. Shadow Law is trying to muscle in on Syndicate turf with a new drug called Heart. Nobody can quite work out where it's coming from. Not as good as 'shroom, it's like an E-Tank... only different. Gives you a new lease on life.

I've seen something else being passed around too. "Max Tomato". People tell me its the greatest high in the world; they're going crazy over it. But I don't like the look of it. Something's a little fishy about it. There's no gang backing, only some shadowy group that stinks of being a cult.

>>7079073
>>7078998
IS THAT SOME FUCKING VECTORMAN?

I DO BELIEVE THAT IS SOME FUCKING VECTORMAN.

FUCKING FUCK YES.

>>7079125
The writefaggotry below the OP pretty much sums up most major factions. No Warriors of Light in it though, and some of the smaller factions (ie, River City Ransom) aren't included.

Out of interest, why's it called MetPharm? That sounds a bit like the Metools from Megaman, yet MetPharm is the space pirates/Mother Brain faction right?

>>7078929
So it's IRL?

>>7079166
No clue who came up with the name, it just seems to have stuck. I think the name just came from the word 'Metroid'.

>>7079152

There was a post that listed things without the writefaggotry, though; that's what I'd like someone more clued in to do - that way we have everything in one post, and in a format that can easily be read and digested so we can build further writefaggotry onto what's already been done without having to reread all the previous threads' writefaggotry (there's quite a bit of it).

Also, is Doctor Light still at large? Because if so, it seems like a pretty good place to introduce the Warriors of Light.

>>7079064
SHADOWRUN ON SUPERNES

FUCK YEAH

>>7079186
yep he still is.

>>7079204

Time to write up Light's Warriors, then. \o/

>>7079184
Its a shortening of Metroid Pharmaceuticals

Off the top of my head, here's some extra summary bits I missed out in the writefaggotry:

- Somebody is working Castlevania in; there's conflicting stories with Dracula as a supernatural creature and Dracula as a central processor for some ancient nanotechnological artefact gone rogue.

- Mario and Luigi Marino (their sign is broken) are two back alley 'fixers', ostensibly plumbers. They're probably working for one of the Corps, and are involved in a lot of underground work in the Pipes. Recently beat the crap out a Foot patrol; most gangs know not to fuck with the Brothers.

- Kirby is incredibly Lovecraftian - either a Yog-Sothoth figure and/or a guardian against even worse creatures (Like Dark Matter or 02).

- Early Final Fantasy games are getting a look in with the Warriors of Light set to play an important part in the setting. Currently up for debate is WHO the warriors are. The most popular seems to be Samus, Link, MegaMan, and Mario. But this is disputed given the existing backstory for these characters.

In the middle of this big room is a mainframe computer with a huge monitor, illuminating the room in an eerie blue light. Two hooded figures sit in silence by a small table. One of them fishes up a handful of dice out of his robe. "Wanna play?"

Mac stepped down from the ring, he was exhausted. When he showed up at the gym this morning Doc had immediately sent him out to jog twice his usual distance, and when he returned his first sparring partner was already in the ring. It was 3PM now and Mac swore that he had sparred non-stop with every boxer in the gym.
"Doc. Why did you push me like this today? I haven't been slacking off."
"If you don't push yourself past your limits you will never improve, Little Mac," Doc put heavy emphasis on little, knowing full well how much he hated that nickname. "You have much potentional but you hold yourself back, even if you don't realize it yourself. As your trainer it is my duty to make you the best boxer the world has ever seen."
It was as if Doc's words triggered something inside of Mac, as he suddenly felt a burning sensation in his heart and all his fatigue washed away.
"If that is how you see it," he stood up and put his gloves back on, "Then it's my duty to do everything I can to surpass your expectations."

>>7079267
"Signature detected. Confirming."
Surprised, the hooded figures look at the mainframe computer. As one, they leap out of their chairs and walk up towards the monitor.
"Confirmed. Signature ID: FIGHTER. ID is currently located in sector NES-87. Building confirmed to be Doc Louis' Gym."
They looked at each other first in amazement, then with determination. "You go. I will stay here in case our fourth appears."

"Enough, Mac! You are going to break my arms if we keep this up." Doc took off the mitts. He wasn't sure if he would be able to lift his arms again. Mac's punches were so hard, so fast, it was unreal. It was as if he had recieved a level-up like in the games he used to play as a kid.
"I'm going to rest. You can use the punching bags until you want to go home. I will be in my office if you need anything." Doc didn't even have time to finish his sentence before Mac had put on his heavy bag gloves. What had gotten into the kid?

"Aren't you going to go home soon?" a soft voice spoke.
"I'm not the least bit tired. I could do this all night," Mac answered without hesitation. "And I probably will."
"You are Mac, aren't you? We have been looking for you for a very long time." The woman's tone changed and sounded almost depressed as she added, "Too long, I'm afraid. We might be too late."
Mac stopped punching the bag and turned around. They had been looking for him and now that they found him, it's too late? Who are THEY?
"Who are you?" He demanded. "Why have you been looking for me?"
"My name is... you may call me White Mage."

>>7079258

I have a slightly different take on the Warriors of Light - focusing on the characters rather than the function.

Specifically, I'm going to make them into Light's Warriors - a cadre of deluded psychopath who've attached themselves to Thomas Light and sworn to protect him at any cost. I'll leave who they used to be a mystery, but who they are now is a bunch of people who somehow got into contact with the Dream World and survived. This is the source of their magic, and of their madness.

Should I proceed, Y/N?

Professor Albert P. Wily reclined in the wheelie chair he had so carefully placed. How long had it been since he'd been in such a good mood? Protomans refit worked like a charm, the Sniper joe impostor was doing it's job posing as protoman quite well.

And, he had the latest master coming online within the month.

"Gladys, How's project breakman coming along?" He exclaimed as he brought up several schema. They were of a very basic mechanoid frame. Its humanoid figure utterly genderless. With a flourish he placed another image over it. A hard suit that easily tripled it's size. Encompassing one arm was a massive drill. Its point capable of carving apart even the strongest alloys.

Built into the shoulders were several indirect bomb launchers. And the armor along with a strength augment allowed it to soak up even a direct explosion...

It would be the first Combat based Master. A true commander unit for the battle against his numerous enemies...

"Seventy two hours will be needed to complete this unit. It's break armor requires at lest this long to complete." The computer explained as the schemas were replaced with the image on a youth with sandy blond hair.

>>7079258
I began on the light warriors here
>>7079267
>>7079272

I'm thinking of having White Mage and Black Mage be the originals, their spirits brought back by the planet itself. Little Mac is Fighter and The Last Ninja is Thief.

My idea is that the planet called upon their spirits because in the city, people only know apathy, fear and evil. The circle of resurrection has been delayed since there have been no suitable hosts for the remaining warriors of light to be reincarnated into.

>>7079228

I know MetPharm is damn near canon now, but is there any chance it can be changed to MetroPharma? I know it's longer, but it really does sound more natural to me.

Also, Metro = metropolis = nothing to do with metroids, honest guv'nor.

Okay, I'm going to attempt a faction list. Correct me if I am wrong or miss anything:

Bigs:
Wily Corp [Dr. Wily]
RoboDyne [Dr. Robotnik]
MetPharm ['MB' - Mother Brain]

Smalls:
Foot Limited [Shredder] [far bigger than other Smalls]
GD Tech ['Agahnim' - Ganon]

Illegitimates:
X Syndicate [Mr X]
Neo Zeed [?]
Shadow Law [M Bison]
Outer Heaven [Big Boss]

Other:
Dream Land cults [?] and associated characters
Undercity Mushroom Kingdom [Bowser]
Castlevania [Dracula]
Marino Brothers [Mario and Luigi]

There's loads of other characters, from River City Ransom as an autonomous zone filled with gangs (left alone by the Bigs because they don't directly compete, and tolerated by Foot for recruitment reasons).

There's SIM, the half-awake AI in charge of keeping things organised [which he can barely do]; he is not really awake on a level capable of conversing with most characters.

There's F-Zero racing, MetPharm lemming servitors, DigDug characters, a highly competitive mercenary business featuring the Ikari Warriors, HARD Corps, Delta Red, and the Peregines.

>>7079355

Not intending to insult, but is that grimdark enough? We've pretty much established the fact that the main theme of this setting is THERE ARE NO HEROES. I think that the Warriors of Light as deluded mutant psychos is more fitting than having them played straight (although 8-Bit Theater already did the deluded psychos part).

>>7079371
I really think MetPharm rolls off the tongue better.

>>7079404

Thanks Anon, that's the sort of thing I meant.

Still unsure whether people think I should proceed on Light's Warriors = Dream-Land-touched monsters with Cthulhu magic who think they need to protect Thomas Light, or whether I should let the Anon who got first dibs on them do it.

>>7079409
If we're going for the NO HEROES theme, scrap what I wrote. I thought it would be bad enough that Chaos have had hundreds of years to work without competition and they are too late to defeat him, and they still haven't found all their members.

>>7079404

Quoted from previous thread:

>The Chozo are lovecraftian bird men from Zebes. Samus's suit is going to fuck her up

>Slick from River City Ransom is dead.

>Janken the Great from Alex Kidd in Miracle World is dead, Alex Kidd is currently one of the Princes of Aries.

>Nobody has ever seen Sonic the Hedgehog, nevertheless, rumours of 'big blue' persist.

>Cut Man has just been destroyed, most probably by Megaman, possibly by Sonic (unlikely)

>The cast of Streets of Rage 3 are in jail.

>Joe Musashi has teamed up with the Syndicate from SoR to take down Neo Zeed.

>Ryu Hayabusa is in the house, both Wily and Robotnik have one of 'the statues'. Expect dismemberment to commence shortly.

>Captain Commando is dead.

>Blaster Master is an unwitting pawn of Dracula.

Also, Shredder is running the assassination contest from No More Heroes, intent unknown.

Captain Falcon....well that brings me back. He used to be the best. These days he's nothing but some washout sellout.

Seriously look at this poster. I can't stand it.

>>7079440
>>7079447

Can we get a few more opinions, Anon?

"Friend of mine got jacked by gangers last week. Still isn't out of hospital. Listen to me son, when you're riding that motorcycle out to whatever godforsaken parts of the city you're going to - no I don't give a damn who you're looking for - you watch out for the Rashers.

Street racing punks bored by the tyranny, trying to live on the edge. They race through the streets, death sentences on their heads for all their public order offences, whiping each other trying to get to the finish line. Criminal groups love 'em, underground betting you see, but you stay away from 'em. If you ain't careful you'll end up caught up in their race, and nobody survives a race with the Rashers."

>>7079404

There was also the Lemmings - out of control L-Class construction biodroids hellbent on performing the last task assigned to them. The builder ones are the reason the city is so sprawling.

>>7079440
Do it, and if the other Anon wants to do his project, let him to that too. The great thing about this is that people are just contributing original content, and the original content that gets picked up on and becomes popular becomes canon. It's like some kind of bizarre natural selection.

Do it faggot, you've nothing to lose.

>>7079483
Yes, yes he is.

We should establish The Steel Empire to be 8-Bit Dystopia's Victorian Age equivalent.

>>7079404
wouldn't King DDD and his army of hobos be a minor fraction also?
I particularly like that bit, one of the few forces of good left in the city even though they know their doomed when the devourer comes.

>>7079526
IT may fit well there. Also any issues with break man being created in universe?

For the people who didn't read the first thread or the writefaggotry, the Space Invaders are involved in the backstory of the world. They might have been aliens, but they could be linked to Robotnik, Wily or Mother Brain. Anyway, they attacked the original world and destroyed it, but most of humanity escaped to another planet in the solar system (mostly old automated mining colonies that a few small businesses owned). The Space Invaders completely ignored this planet for reasons utterly unknown.

>>7078933
>Space Invaders came out in 1978
>'we held them off for five years'
>the Great Video Game Crash of 1983

I see what you did there. Also, requesting that the fall of the home world be referred to as 'the Crash'.

>>7079665
I just realized that...interesting.

>>7079481
Let the kid go. I know the Rashers. Lay of 'em. You want a gang? A real bad street gang? Hear about the Skitchers? Bunch of psychotic juvies on rollerblades, they hitch rides on cars and batter each other to death trying to finish first. They're part of the real gang scene. It's trash like them that give us legitimate racing enthusiasts a bad name, battering each other with crowbars and chains. Fucking disgusting.

Yeah, lay off the Rashers. Watch out for the Skitchers.

They call themselves Light's Warriors.

'course, word down the Pipes was different. Said Thomas Light was a good man; a great man, come to free us from the corps' oppression. Said ol' Thom Light would never consort with psychos, least of all them what et people and bio'roids. Said those three had nothing to do with Light or the Resistance.

Still, they call themselves Light's Warriors.

Nastiest fucking psychos you ever seen - least 'swhat I heard. Now, 'snot for a Magga like me to go doubting rumours, 'cause you know the Stand don't condone no personal feelings - we just push the latest news, we don't take sides - but from me to you? No fucking way there's any truth to this. Streets say these guys eat the dead. They say these guys have magick powers or some shit - they can blow you up with the power of their mind.

Magick? Seriously? The Magga-Zine Stand ain't suppose to listen to Ringheads and E-Tankers, but there's no fucking way these guys are real. I know we live in a sick and sad world, friend, but ain't no cannibal fucking psychos gonna live long out here - too many gangs'd do them in. Monsters ain't good for business.

Don't go telling no one I said so, though. I'd lose m'license.

>>7079470
I used to look up to Captain Falcon. Way back when. He just appeared on the scene like a bolt from the blue; our F-Zero messiah here to deliver us from the slugs who thought they knew what real racing was. Then he started selling out, started dragging behind in the races. Captain Falcon taught me disappointment.

But a little part of me still holds out. Maybe Captain Falcon really is the hero the advertising says he is. Maybe he's the Big Blue we whisper about, when we think that Uncle Wily isn't listening in.

>>7079776
Captain Falcon- A sell out former great on hte F-zero ring.

also what about starfox?

Doctor wily looked angrily at the holodisplay, his bushy eyebrows knit in concentration.

"GLADYS! I want a full spectrum readout on all the data this security cam recorded, and the readouts from the two that were destroyed."

It had been a minor coup, having his operatives steel the auto-cams' black-boxes from robotniks retrieval bots. He restarted the holographic playback in slow motion, energy readings and spectrum analysis readouts overlaying the display as his central computer parsed information together and compared it to the Wily database.

The holographic figure moved smoothly even in slow motion, walking with a gait that even the good Doctor thought was too smooth for so odd a device. And a device it certainly was. The figure did not even pretend to be a bioroid or even a classical bot. A small sub-hologram sprang up with a similar picture and technical readout, detailing the SaniTech VM-7 waste disposal pilot. An incredibly simple bot, its only purpose was to pilot garbage scows. Nobody has seen any VM-7's in three years, since SaniTech got bought out by one of Robotnik's subsidiaries and gutted. The VM-7's were decommissioned and scrapped for parts.

>>7080045

Wily turned back to the larger readout as energy readings began to spike. The spectrum analysis on the figure showed a massive increase in magnetic field strength. Wily paused the playback and adjusted his viewing angle, the composite image shifting. He began noting the differences in the standard design. Smaller spheres hovered between the larger spheres that made up the unit's arms and legs, held in place by mag-fields, the magnetic-manipulation technology Sanitech used instead of standard motors or servos had been a clever gimmick, but not particularly efficient. Why then did the mag-fields that were this unit's arms and legs show a density and strength rating four times stronger than the standard output? Surely adding a pair of sub-spheres to each limb wouldn't result in that much increase, would it? He restarted playback.

The unit leaped easily over a crude grounder unit when a burst of light from its feet sent it catapulting even further, and tearing a pair of chunks out of the grounder. As it landed, it outstretched a single three-fingered hand and a burst of light, still moving in slow-motion, sped forth and smashed one of the monitoring cameras, reducing the composite image's quality accordingly. Freezing the playback once more, Wily examined the readouts on the light pulse. Neither it nor the jump-boost could be accounted for in any of the base VM-7 schematics, and even in the playback, Wily could not isolate any obvious source of the discharge. It simply appeared to form at the end of the limbs, as needed. The figure turned and casually flicked its hand at two more grounders moving to defend the facility in the background. They both exploded as further bursts of white light struck them.

The figure continued its march towards the facility unopposed. As it approached the RNN-news tower, it paused. The spheres making up its body seemed to quiver for a moment before flying apart and spinning rapidly, making the whole unit look like nothing so much as a giant drill-bit. The energy readings clearly showed a massive increase in mag-field density, the spinning spheres hammering into the relay tower with tremendous force. The metal of the tower quickly buckled and collapsed. The figure shifted back to its vaguely humanoid shape and, noticing another camera following its movements, blasted it. These clearly were not standard plasma bolts.

Finally, the figure turned, missing the third camera, and quivered again, shifting form into a small, wheeled shape as it sped into the distance. All that effort, massive energy expended just to destroy a simple relay tower? What was this thing's goal?

Wily nearly shook with equal parts excitement and curiosity as he poured over the data printouts. Exotic photon-reaction weapons? Self-reconfigurable robotics? High-yield magnetic-sheathing that doubled as musculature? SaniTech never had the resources or the scientific acumen to produce anything even remotely similar to this. And it was destroying Robotnik property, no matter how minor. Where had this thing come from? What other modifications did this thing have?

>>7080045
VUH-VUH-VUH-VECTORMAN!
CUHMAWN! OH YEH!

And then he fights a guy with a nuclear bomb for a head. By alternately shooting and punching the fucking nuclear bomb thousands of times until it explodes.
METALHEAD YOU ARE A FAGGOT.

>>7079774
Come on man - just one fucking hit. Just one! I just want a little E-Tank, man - or some Ring! Some Ring'd do, if you got any. I just need a little something to take off the edge. I n-need the edge taken off.

W-wait! Wait! I'm j-just some poor Tanker! I ain't g-got nothing of value!

...

Wh-what? N-no, man, I d-don't know w-what you're t-talking ab-bout. I've n-never been anyth-thing other than a p-poor Tanke-

...

L-Light? Wh-what ab-bout L-Light? You d-don't m-mean -

N-no. N-nothing's going to m-make me t-talk ab-bout that. I'd r-rather d-die than-

Ohgodohgod please don't k-kill m-me! I'll t-talk! Just p-put the r-rotating s-saws away! P-please! I d-don't know who told you, but it's t-true - I used to work for MetPharm! T-they caught m-me stealing and th-and then I left and I b-barely got out a-alive and that's all there is t-to it I swear! We were-

L-Light's W-Warrior's? I...

...

"Four there were, and now three. They ride from the Dream Land itself bearing the touch of their Master, and they lusted for flesh. They have no names, but they have functions. The Thief in Black, whose hunger is insatiable; he stalks at dusk and steals the eyes of children. The Knight in Red, who cuts the faces of men off while they sleep. The Magus, who devours the souls of the old and the Scholar, who births eldritch abominations from her wound. But the Magus and the Scholar are now one and the same; and they call it the Grey Sage, and it haunts the places where time has no power and all life goes to end."

Th-they m-made us decypher th-that. I c-cracked the c-code. Th-that's why I r-ran.

D-don't you g-get it? They're b-back. They're n-not from this w-world and th-they're b-back and n-now it s-says they w-work for L-Light and oh god we're all going to d-die. I d-don't want to d-die. P-please, m-mister? Just one h-hit, that's all I n-need t-

Wily trembled with an excitement only a scientist could understand as he composed a dossier on what he could infer from the recordings. "All units, be advised as to the structure and capabilities of Subject:V. Do not engage unless Wily property is damaged. Contact superior units. Contacted units: Approach peacefully. Do not antagonize. Study and coerce. That is all."

-

Vectorman watched the tower collapse. The pressure in his radio sub-processor easing slightly. Less noise. Yes, less noise. Noise bad. Air dirty. Dirty with noise. Too much. Too many transmissions. Too much chatter. Need quiet. Quiet clean. Clean quiet. Need to clean. Need to scrub air. Need to stop noise. No noise. No chatter. Just Clean. yes. Programming right. Clean good. Need to clean. Need more cleaner.

Vectorman turned back towards the waste, his GPS beacon still calling him back to his crashed hover-barge. He knew that thousands of VM-7's were there, waiting to be reactivated. But he needed them. Needed their processors, their mag-spheres. He needed their parts. As he made his way across the blasted landscape, he picked swerved back and forth through the rubble. Needed cleaning. Whole world is dirty now. He needs to clean. Make everything clean. Sterile. Quiet. He imagined a perfect world. No noise. No radio transmissions hurting his receptors. No noise. No dirt. No pollution. Just clean, quiet sterility as far as the optic can see. The thought warmed his cold processors. Yes, he had a lot of cleaning to do.

And soon, he wouldn't have to do it alone......

>>7080079

Okay, so that's really shit but the idea is that the Chozo are prophetic and Light's Warriors are pretty much their Four (now Three) Horsemen of the Apocalypse. I'm not very good at writing Cthulhoid monstrosities; someone with a better knowledge of the Mythos feel free to put this crap to shame or whatever.

tl;dr Light's Warriors are creatures from the Dream Land that eat living flesh and have actual magic that does horrible thing to people. They're currently murdering random people and writing "Thomas Light" in their victims' blood at the crime scenes, leaving behind nothing but a human skin with all of its bones but no flesh or anything else.

Except I suck too much to write it up. Sorry for failing, Anon. :(

>>7080124
The Chozo I don't think would be wantonly killing like that. Honestly, we have a dozen or so Lovecraftian horrors. Fanatics would be more interesting I would think.

>>7080082
well, that's my take on Vectorman. A psychotic OCD clean-freak robot on a mission to scrub the entire world of all electromagnetic interference and transmissions, and destroy everything in its way. Hope y'all enjoy.

>>7080170
I know I did.

>>7080079
>"Four there were, and now three. They ride from the Dream Land itself bearing the touch of their Master, and they lusted for flesh. They have no names, but they have functions. The Thief in Black, whose hunger is insatiable; he stalks at dusk and steals the eyes of children. The Knight in Red, who cuts the faces of men off while they sleep. The Magus, who devours the souls of the old and the Scholar, who births eldritch abominations from her wound. But the Magus and the Scholar are now one and the same; and they call it the Grey Sage, and it haunts the places where time has no power and all life goes to end."
I like this so very much.

A shrill trumpet call had let loose an enormous volume of noise. Already an excited voice was gabbling from the telescreen, but even as it started it was almost drowned by a roar of cheering from outside. The news had run around the streets like magic. He could hear just enough of what was issuing from the telescreen; a vast seaborne armada secretly assembled, a sudden blow in the enemy's rear, the white arrow tearing to pieces the black.

The voice from the telescreen was still pouring forth its tale of prisoners and booty and slaughter, but the shouting outside died down a little.

Winston gazed up at the enormous face. Forty years it had taken him to learn what kind of smile was hidden beneath the dark moustache. O cruel, needless misunderstanding! Oh stubborn, self-willed exile from the loving breast! Two gin-scented tears trickled down the sides of his noise. But it was all right, everything was all right, the struggle was finished. He had won the victory over himself. He loved Doctor Robotnik.

I'm loving the new fluff you guys. This is amazing.

>>7080170

Glorious, my good sir.

>>7080164

Oh, Light's Warriors aren't supposed to be Chozo, they're Dream Land creatures. They're the Chozo religion's harbingers of the apocalypse.

That said, feel free to bin my idea. It's a bit shit all things considered.

The bar fell to a sub-zero silence. The door had been opened by something far from a man. It was a giant, a creature of fearsome and harsh, glowing red eyes. WILYCORP was emblazoned across its shoulders. Gutsman. A man followed, dressed to kill in the latest Corp security armour.

"Last night a Robot Master was attacked in this zone. Word is that somebody here knows who was responsible."

Silence. The bartender was stunned. Shitfuck shitfuck. He debated whether or not to reach below the counter for the gun. The exec wouldn't catch it, but would the Master? You don't fuck around with Robot Masters.

Somebody made a comment at the back of the bar. Shit...

"Jesus, shut up Max."

It was too late. Wily's henchman was roused; walking over with his smart little business suit, that nine foot abomination following.

"'scuse me gents? You got a comment you want the Good Uncle to hear?"

Everybody else at the table bolted. But not the guy; a giant of a man made a solid muscle. Looked like a wrestler or something; still wore some colourful starred trousers.

"Yeah, I got something to say to WilyCorp." he said, bellowing into the execs face. "Fuck Wily Corp. Fuck Wily, and FUCK you!"

And neither guy flinched. Everybody stood there, in silent. Shit. What do you do, what do you say? The exec looked nonplussed. He stood there, adjusting his glasses, straightening his tie, not giving two shits about the 'roided junkie giving him shit. We stared, all of us. After an awkward silence, the exec spoke up.

"Somebody here is going to tell me who was dumb enough to touch a Robot Master." he said.
"But looks like it isn't you. Gutsman, tear this motherfuckers arms off."

>>7079272
The woman who called herself White Mage put her hand on my chest and... I don't know what happened, it was unreal. The burning sensation in my heart began to spread throughout my entire body in concert with my heartbeat until it reached all the way to my toes and fingertips. I felt rejuvenated, powerful. I can't really describe it, the closest word I know is amazing. Yes, an amazing feeling. Then she said the wierdest thing, "Fighter. Do you acknowledge your destiny?" I said yes. No thought, no hesitation. She continued, "Will you stand by the Light, knowing that no burden is too heavy, no sacrifice too small?" Another yes escaped my lips. Why am I doing this? I don't know to be honest. It just feels like the right thing to do- what I am SUPPOSED to do. White Mage sighed with relief. "It is done. Your body and soul is yet again bound to the crystals." She paused, seemingly lost in thought and then said, "Hit the punching bag again. Give it everything you've got." Finally something normal. Hit the punching bag. I can do that, it's something I do every day. Getting my footwork in order I go for a few quick jabs and I throw a right hook.

>>7080452
By all means keep at it, my good sir. I wasn't sure at first but I'm really digging your stuff.

>>7080511
I punched a hole in the god damn bag. I didn't even feel any resistance, my fist just went straight through and I almost landed on my ass. With a look of genuine happiness White Mage said "This is the power of the Warriors of Light," Her expression changed, I daresay the gloomiest I've ever seen. And I've seen a lot of gloom, living in this city and everything. "Unfortunately, I fear this power will not be enough," she sighed. "Not this time." Not really sure what I was supposed to do or say, I went back to my original question- Who are THEY?
"The Light Warriors. Black Mage and I. The others... we haven't found anyone else. Follow me to our headquarters and all your questions will be answered."
"Who will give me answers? You don't even know my questions." I protested.
"Your questions are the same every time. I'm afraid I can't say for sure that the answers will be what we are used to."

Doc finished his second chocolate bar. He put away the sports magazine and decided it was time to see how Mac was doing and tell him to go home. He was not prepared for what he would see when he exited his office. A broken punching bag with half a ton of sand on the floor, and a letter affixed to the bag. It read:
See you later, Doc. I've got some business to take care of. Sorry about the bag, I'll buy a new one when I get back.
- Mac

Soft glow of a crimson eagle shaped light pulses rhythmically through the purple twirling haze that cowers most of the abandoned brown brick walls surrounding it from all sides. Old industrial territory looks like a maze when seen above, maze that is full of crumbling walls, rusting steel plates and occasional rotten green camouflage that is stretched over close standing passages. “5 minutes till start of the next round, place your bets gentlemen..” rattles a loudspeaker close by. Lifting my eyes from the ground below I switch on my PDA, glance at the greasy screen and put it back in the pocket of my waistcoat. No turning back now.. Taking a glass of whiskey from the table I quaff it and look down at the maze again. Two battered tanks are rolling to the maze near the pulsing light and loudspeaker screams to my ear that the match has begun. Bright flashes at the other end of the battleground tell me that the drones are unleashed to the fray.. Crowd is yelling as the green tank fires round after round of heavy artillery at the brick walls only to crawl over the rubble moments later. Drones, tanks, gleaming like quicksilver are berserking in the maze, random shots hitting, bricks and mortar flying.. I have seen it many times before, heard the yelling crowd, felt the blazing heat of molten metal so far below, sniffed at the raw black smoke rising from burning machines and yet.. it never gets old. This game, game of blood, violence and money.. I reach to my pocket and take out the PDA that is vibrating gently. “John, where are you?” asks a female voice. “At the Battle City my dear..” I tell her over the noise.

What is a Tank? A motherfucking engine of destruction. More specifically though, a Tank - capitalise it to separate it from those piddling armoured vehicles - was the primary weapon that we used against the Invaders during the Crash.

It's not really a tank - they were just called tanks because of the secrecy of the weapons programme. A Tank is a sort of advanced VTOL craft; probably the most manoeuvrable fighting vehicle in the history of mankind. Each Tank was fitted with then state-of-the-art weapons systems, energy blasters that still put most of today's heavy weapons to shame.

Most were lost during the Crash, and we don't make any nowadays. Why bother? It's all civil protection and suppression nowadays. A few Tanks remain, locked up in warehouses, forgotten. The mothballed remains of old world governments and decency, a lost legacy of heroes. Nobody knows exactly where the Tanks are now, maybe that's for the best. Mankind doesn't deserve them. We sold our souls for a little safety, killed our pride for security and spat in the face of liberty and justice. There are no heroes left in man.

The thread has been archived.

Has anyone tried to cover Wario yet?

Because this picture is giving me ideas...

Although we DID say that we'd lay of with the Eldritch abominations... Isn't it funny how 90% of them come from Nintendo?
Funny.

>>7079888
>also what about starfox?

Crateria has been destroyed somehow, and is currently being ground down into minerals and parts to build Sinistar.
Apparently it will be finished 'soon', but given that they've already spent 10,000 years on this task, that might be a relative term.

>>7079460
>Captain Commando is dead.

Actually, this was me screwing up, BIONIC COMMANDO is dead, hed tried to take on Cutman and got killed. Captain Commando is fine.

>>7081292
No Wario yet. Give it a shot.

Allow me to bring this back to /tg/ - what rule system would you use to bring the City to life? Somebody asked me to run this with Dark Heresy - they're familiar with it. I like the idea of doing it in DH, easier to stat out Robot Masters and no need to learn Shadowrun to an insane degree. But that means I got a lot of work to do.

>>7081406

Just use Wushu!

Wait. I'm reading throught the last thread, and did nobody do Super Ghouls and Ghosts?

Because I've got a crazy idea involving him cockblocking Death, who has issue with him due to Arthur killing Hades, his father, and gaining immortality as a result.

I'm not sure I'm in decent enough writefagging mind to do it justice though.

Somebody had fucked up....

He'd seen the meetools walking the streets checking each building in silence. He'd seen the Hover blades streaking over head, ready to dive down and cut their target to pieces in a storm of whirling blades. And in the center of it all was a single dark figure. A parka of all things pulled over his head.

Iceman....
Somebody had fucked up. He was working then when the room fell silent. When he suddenly could see his breath and hear the crunch of frost crawling over metal.

"People of sector Z-32-1. I come on the behalf of your benevolent leader Uncle Wily." A voice so dead and cold, so empty of any emotion spouted as metools began to round people up and shepherd them about.He was dragged out into the streets, screaming even as one of them smashed him in the face with a head but.

They'd tossed him in front of their master Forcing him to his knees. The man screamed for innocence even as he realized how humid the day had been...

"You have been charged with the destruction of corporate property." The Machine man said with such a deliberate nature it shut the man up.

>>7081419
Is it grimdark enough? I though Wushu was an action roleplay; the City of Light sounds like it needs cyborg augmentation and a sanity system. Plus, I was going to try statting out Dark Heresy Robot Masters.

Wierdest thing I ever seen? Me and a few buddies were headed back from a bar one night, and well, we wound up lost, in Foot territory no less. We tried to backtrack, but it was no use, everything in this city looks the goddamn same. So we figure if we can make it to somewhere well lit, and wait for morning, maybe we could sober up and get home. Well, we sure as hell sobered up real quick when we saw a big ol' group of Foot coming down the street, looking like they meant business. All geared up with weapons, knives, pipes, legnths of chain, even a few guns. We knew we were meat. Lucky for us, we weren't who they were after. We look where they're headed, and I tell ya, I've never seen anything like it. Each of 'em stood about a head taller than a man, and they looked like...well, for lack of a better word, lizardmen. One of 'em had a head full of teeth, and the way they gleamed you could tell they would put even a shark to shame. The others were just as strange...one had this big ol' frill, with huge horns growing out over his eyes, and the last one had, I dunno, I guess some sorta plates down his back, and a tail covered in spikes.

>>7081459
Holy shit, there's been no Ghouls and Ghosts at all. Lot of games that haven't touched it seems. Ghouls and Ghosts seems like something SOMEBODY should have covered, but nobody has yet.

>>7081535
Now these Foot guys outnumbered these...lizardmen, by about twenty to one. Poor bastards never stood a chance. From outta nowhere the three pulled out some of the biggest goddamn hand cannons I've ever seen, and just start pouring fire into the crowd of Foot in front of 'em. About half of 'em were killed, bodies torn to pieces by the size of the bullets these guns had to have been firing. Well, the rest of 'em manage to get in close, figured they could bring them down with numbers. It only got worse. The one with teeth, I swear I saw him bite a man clean in two, the one with the frill was just headbutting people, impaling them whenever they got close. The one with plates didn't even bother to use his tail, he just started punching. When those big, scaly fists connected, you could hear the bones crack.
It was over in seconds. Sixty dead Foot, and these three...things, with barely a scratch on 'em. What they were, or where they're from, I got no clue. Never drank again though, I tell you that much.

(Because Dinosaurs for Hire is both awesome and easily grimdarkable)

>>7081545

Speaking of shit that hasn't been done yet, has anyone done Ninja Gaiden yet? I'm envisioning a Ryu that teams up with the Ninja Turtles because of a grudge against the Foot Clan, and it is GLORIOUS.

The air began to get chill as the master inhaled. Its core temperature rising in the process. Steam came off of the parka even as snow fell for the first time in several years.

The man could only scream as frost slowly coated him and his tissues began to freeze solid...

Someone had fucked up...It wasn't that man.

In the darkness of an alley way Mario Marino watched as a robot master froze some poor fool to death. Without so much as a prayer for the man he turned his back to the street and began to run down the narrow side street.

He had to hurry after all the princess was in another place.

Someone should do Miles (Tails) as an alcoholic sixteen year-old member of a biker gang that gets saved by the big blue or something...

>>7081545

Most of what we've been doing has been sci-fi or cyberpunk though, a lot of fantasy franchises aren't normally what your would think of under that setting.

Oh yeah, and let's not forget the Battletoads wandering around. Crazy bastards hyped up on MetPharm bioaugs, or maybe just mutants who never stood a chance. They're violent, crazy, stalking the city on some batshit insane quest of their own design.

>>7081545
It can be down. I'm not all that well versed in the mythos sadly. But what about a biodroid hunter?

Kreissack's WAR (World Aeronautics and Robotics) Coropration was the first to develop haptic feedback technology. After the disastrous failure of the Nova project, it was overshadowed by Wily and Robotnik's upstarts and faded into the background. But one legacy of W.A.R remains: the One Must Fall tournament. In some Zones of the city one can still find the old arenas, where 90 meter tall robots punch the armor off each other. Who funds the tournaments? Unknown. What is the prize? Also unknown. There are rumors it's a recruiting front for some new gang, a militia band, or even an anti-Corp resistance movement... But we don't know for sure. All we do know, it's a hell of a show.

>>7081526

Wushu is a system, not a setting. What it allows you to do is run a game where the narrative is king, not the combat rules, and where every character is mechanically balanced against every other character, regardless of how powerful they are in terms of story.

I've run a 40k RPG, a BattleTech RPG, Exalted, Call of Cthulhu and an Eberron game using Wushu. It works for damn near everything.

>>7081661

:3

>>7081658

It's been mentioned that both Wily and Robotnik have a Demon Statue.

>>7081658
>But what about a biodroid hunter?

A what with the what now?

>>7081642
That's true. But a lot of the fantasy has been handled really well (not quite sure about Castlevania though).

>>7081693
Sorry thawing out. Turning the hero from ghosts and goblins into someone who sees biodroids as just that. Monsters. He is intent on taking them down in as large a number as possible.

>>7081693

Biodroids. Biological androids, made with gene splicing and neural conditioning. Most of the "mutants" down in the Pipes (like the Turtles, Toads, and Sharks) are runaway biodroids. Biggest biodroid manufacturer is Robotnik with MetPharm a close second. Wily generally prefers robotics but has recently switched over to bioroid bodies for his Masters.

>>7081702

I quite liked the Invader nanite collectives Castlevania plot.

>>7081739
Same here. I would think that it would be a fair thing to say that what we call magic is just nanite swarms doing someones bidding.

>>7081292

Aw nuts, Bionic Commando was killed by Cutman? Oh well, I knew I'd end up stepping on someone's toes eventually.

Speaking of!

---

While most corporations field their own private armies, either hired from within, built from the ground up, grown in vats or some combination of the three, a few private military contractors have managed to carve out niches for themselves in The City, doing things that corporate forces can't - or won't - do. One of the most legendary - and secretive - is Dragon Professional Resources, headed up by Lorasia Erdricksonn.

Nobody is entirely sure as to what operations DPR was involved with since its inception save for the people who hired them and DPR itself, and none of them are willing to part with that information. Likewise, the location of their base of operations remains a mystery; many assume that they must come from somewhere outside The City, simply because none have seen them in it. Erdricksonn, too, is a shadow; though a few know his name, none have seen his face.

But now the warriors of Dragon Professional Resources have been called into action again, hired by parties unknown to deal with the so-called "Light's Warriors"...

>>7081735
I think its safe to say that the first six or so masters are standard robots. Protoman and megaman are biodroids however at least from what the collective writing would indicate.

>>7081751

Except for the Dream Land stuff, where magic is the Dream Land leaking into this world and eroding reality.

>>7081776
yeah though that falls very much into the Lovacraftian influences. Magic there I would imagine is powerful but, deadly stuff to use.

>>7081776

It could be that the Dream Land hallucinations are the result of nanite interfacing with a human brain that cannot handle the information overload and goes psychotic as a result. Just like Dracula and Belmont, they don't know what the nanite system is doing, all they understand is that they have power and need to make sense of that power, so all kinds of crazy delusions result. "I was brought here by humans who wished to pay me tribute" for instance.

>>7081821
(sticking with the techno heresy)

The tri-force is actually an alien artifact. No one knows what it does. Not even the Hyrulians themselves. It was ancient in their times.

>>7081821

I dunno; I think we've decided that the Dream Land stuff actually exists, what with Kirby, Light's Warriors, etc. and maybe the Chozo. Plus, I like the idea of every Dream Land creature that does anything in the real world bringing it just a little bit closer to Chaos.

>>7081856
>Chaos

I don't know if that capital C was a typo or intended, but: well helloooooo, FF1. We've already got the Warriors of Light and they server their "Master." Guess who that Master is?

>>7081856
I imagine the chozoe like the great race or even the Migou using tech so advanced it seems magical but, its still just technology in the end.

So this setting is where "There will be Brawl" would take place if it was a cyberpunk miniseries instead of a noir series.

Oh, what the hell I'll contribute something.

>>7081890
sorta yeah. I was about to suggest a little while back that captain Falcon was in the closet

This "there are no heroes" meme needs to go. There are loads of heroes in the City. They're just all fractured, misguided, insane or working for the wrong people. But there's a lot of exceptional individuals, most of them convinced they are doing something right.

>>7081913
Alright....so no more black and white? Just shades of gray?

>>7080079 & >>7079774 here.

I don't know if we're sticking with my Light's Warriors, but if we are, I'd like to propose a little change. Their reason for being called "Light's Warriors" is a bit shit right now. I originally intended for them to work with Light, but I couldn't figure out a way of it making sense. I think I've figured one out now thanks to >>7081876 in part.

How about Chaos sent the Warriors forth so they could bring about the destruction of the real world by helping Light take down what little authority is left standing in the City? Light is a genius but all his previous attempts to make the perfect robot have failed.

What if the Warriors of Light came to Thomas Light with an offer - they'd procure him the perfect biodroid body for his creation, and they would "fight" for Light. Light, being a bit of a naive genius, accepted without thinking it through and now while he has Megaman, he's also unwittingly unleashed the Warriors (now Light's Warriors since they take orders from him) on the City, spreading chaos.

The murders and cannibalism are part of the deal, and that's why they write out his name in their victims' blood - at first, he was sending them out to deal with potential leaks and enemies, but then he got afraid when he realised what they could do and stopped using them, so now they just murder and eat people seemingly at random.

Emphasis on the "seemingly."

>>7081913

They're heroes not in the sense that they are of extraordinary moral purity (the Christian and sort-of-modern sense of it), but in the Greek/Norse Antiquity sense of "they can do shit no one else can."

I don't think we really meant "THERE ARE NO HEROES" in the same context as the Protomen lyrics (where there are literally no heroes, just normal people), just that there are no sparkly moral good guys. Everyone is fucked up and has ulterior motives/is insane/is on drugs/etc.

>>7081936
I say roll with it. The best way to submit new ideas is in a story, and then to leave it for later threads to try to compile and make sense of the best ideas.

>>7081890
Yes; and also if it contained more than just Super Smash Brothers characters. Pretty much anything from 1983-1993 roams about in the City in some form.

I sat with my notepad eagerly awaiting the drunks words. He was a hard man to find and a harder man to get to talk about his past. He wasn't the type who would let out his life story after the smallest number of shots. No, this was the guy who sat quietly in a corner and stewed over his glass and brooded silently for hours at a time.

People, even in this run down hell hole, left this man alone. Maybe it was the big sword and shield strapped to his back, maybe it was the bombs he kept on his belt at all times. Maybe, just maybe, it was the look in his eyes.

Those eyes, those slanty blue eyes told you this motherfucker had seen the things in the dark places. Seen them, hell he looked them right in the eye and cut there fucking tongue out with that sword of his. At least that was the rumor. Rumors of a forgotten kingdom, of a place of magic and honor that sounds like some legend out of time.

Yet here I was ready to take down this mans story.

>>7082014

Or did someone already get legend of zelda?

And this is some crazy drunk?

>>7081997

Alright; it's 1:30am and I have the flu though, so I'm off to bed for now. If this thread is still around tomorrow morning I'll write stuff (since I didn't do any actual writing with the ideas I mentioned anyway the first time around), or I'll wait for the next one and write stuff in it.

Until then, good night elegan/tg/entlemen.

>>7082075

Off the top of my head: Ganon is running a weapons company, the Triforce is an alien artifact (possibly Invader) that's really fucking old, Hyrule is the City's past and its ruins are there if you dig deep enough but now it's a corrupted realm of monsters.

Hyrulean monsters somehow giving hallucinations of chivalry and the like to people to lure more people in for om nom nomage is a pretty good idea though.

>>7082076
Godspeed Anon.

>>7082096
Noted. Thank you.

>>7082075
As well as all the weird slightly lovecraftian Hylian ruins there's GD Tech, who took out a rival corp in order to get the mysterious treasure in their vaults. It's probably not the full triforce though, since a piece has already been confirmed as inbound for one of Wily's labs.

No matter what the treasure is, GD Tech is in for a fight. Before the security chief died he entrusted his lock-code to some poor newbie. Whether he's crazy or in love (maybe both) it doesn't matter. The mad bastard dresses up in his green corp security suit, gas-powered grappes and home-rigged explosive tipped arrows, and stalks GD Tech during the city nights.

>>7082142

So Link is Rorscharch?

>>7082163
....
Fuck. Yes.

>>7082014
>>7082096
>>7082142
>>7082163

All of these are awesome and can work together. Make it happen, /tg/.

Also, tomorrow I intend to start compiling all this and sticking it up on Google Wave for safekeeping.

early nineties? some one put X-com in there

>>7082014
As I waited the man took a long drag on his cigarette. He held the smoke in and laid back trying to collect his thoughts.

"Hyrule." The man said letting the smoke roll out of his mouth and form the twisting patterns of forgotten dreams in the air. "Fucking Hyrule. No matter how much that place changed it was always the same. Same princess, same castle, same idiot dressing in a goofy outfit to get the same set of equipment over and over again."

The man shook his head reveealing a hint of pointed ear and very bright white hair. Or was it blonde? Hard to tell in this light.

"That kid you're seeing in the streets?" The man motioned the glowing cigarette toward himself. "Been there, done that, and you know what? Someone did it before me. Then before him. Then before him."

He took another long drag of his cigarette before continuing. "It's the memories you see. Old memories, old stories. It always has the same characters and the same plot and every once in a while you get some new secondary characters, but the story is always the same. Save the princess, kill the bandit king, stab the weakspot with the master sword for massive damage." The man shook his head and laughed mirthlessly. My pen was writing notes furiously. Yet somehow I had the feeling I wasn't getting everything.

"What is Hyrule?" I dared ask.

I felt the mans penetrating gaze.

looked at a list of NES games...I don't know if anyone has covered these, but here's my two bits.

Bayou billy - wasteland guide?

a boy and his blob - abused kid who ran away from home and met a biodroid or monster from dreamland. The creature looks after him, as long as it is well fed...

kabuki quantum fighter - freelance hacker?

paperboy - moves through dangerous areas to deliver news?

smash tv - game show, rumored to be a recruitment tool for various groups

solar jetman - old soldier who fought the invaders before the Crash. Somehow still alive after all this time. half-mad from time and horrible memories, but has an old ship in orbit that's probably the most powerful space-based weapons platform in operation.

>>7082180
>>7082163
Link's Journal, September 24 1992.
Darkness falls across the world faster and colder, night sky currently closing in like a prison on my position. The world is going to hell and the only people who could do something stick to E-tanks and pornography.

The evening is a black cold, a void, sucking the life out of the world. The moon is leering at me like a malevolent orb dripping with nuclear waste. My coat can't keep it away, just like I can't keep the evils of this world from toxifying everything and everyone. Time and again I find myself asking does this world deserve to be saved? A place where humanity won't fight for itself? Pissing little screamers, homosexual nancies unprepared to get their hands dirty. The posters around me tell me I'm safe; I know otherwise. I'm going to make the greedy intellectuals suffer; they who would be our overlords. Our Masters. They'll all suffer.

The newspapers talk about terrorists, devils, and the Blue Man stalking the city. No mention of good men - there aren't any left. Pac Man is dead and the last hope of old home values died with him. I head to my apartment and prepare for the end. The streets will fill with blood and radiation and our species suffers from the divine judgement of ancient beings beyond our ken. Nobody will miss us and the world will not mourn us. We're the scummy remains, a shadow of something that once held so much potential.

We are dying. We are already dead.

But at least one man still feels like fighting.

Paperboy, Smash TV, and A Boy and His Blob have a few small writeups already, check the previous threads (I think they're all in the second one).

"There's been a lot of talk lately in the sector twelve slums and the surrounding area."

"What about?"

"You remember how they found Dr. Keiner all strung up by his own guts in that alley?"

"Yeah... Don't tell me..."

"Another five scientists plus their assorted security staff were found trussed up in the same manner outside the burnt remains of the skunkworks down on the old Altean sub-block."

"You're shitting me, right? Who's stupid enough to-"

"I am NOT shitting you, and I can assure you if we don't find out who exactly IS responsible, Dr. Wily will string US up by our guts... if we're that lucky..."

"All right, all right. So there's talk. Give me the details."

"All right. Word on the streets seems to be that there's some crazy kid with blue hair out there raising some sort of rag-tag army from the slummers, addicts, and general scum out in the city."

"Sounds like another piss-ant small-time gang to me."

"You didn't let me finish, I didn't say gang, I said army. That big fire that burned down the Talys MetPharm plant with everyone inside? They're saying it was an attack, by this guy and his crazy followers. This guy... He doesn't seem to be out for money or power. Just blood. He takes anyone he can find and he's turning them all into an army. It's small, ill-equipped and irregular, but it's still an army."

"Right. So terrorist guerillas instead of gangers. Wonderful."

"There's more. They've got... something. Somethings. I got this from an interrogated Dreamland cultist that ran into them. Supposedly some ancient artifacts, magic or some bullshit, but I think it's more likely some alien artifacts. Those cultists and their magic hokum. I don't know how much I trust this info, but something's giving them an edge over the standard security teams."

"Right. Anything else? What's the name of this wunderkid?"

"...Marth. They call him Marth."


- Overheard at a WilyCorp branch office.

>>7082356

I'm just visualizing the gameplay of a grimdark futuristic Fire Emblem and it is glorious.

>>7082276
I swallowed hard as those blue eyes narrowed. for a moment I could swear I heard some big dog growling somewhere. I resisted the urge to shield my throat.

Finally the man spoke again. "Smart kid. You didn't ask where. You know it's not a place. Smart kid. Hyrule is the stage. It's where it all takes place. That poor bastard out there." He waved his cigarette towards the TV glowing in the corner of the bar. "That poor bastard is just playing the game. Always the same damn game."

"Vigilantism isn't a game." I replied.

"Ha! Vigilante's! Those crazy bounty hunters and robots are vigilantes. The green guy, the poor sod who always ends up chosen, destined, or fuckin fated is always a hero. Always. The story goes on, the bandit king gets a sword in his chest and the green hero goes home and fucks the blonde bitch senseless. Happily ever after. Right."

The man put out his cigarette. It glowed brightly illuminating a tatoo on his hand. Three triangles placed to form a fourth triangle.

"What they don't tell you is what happens after wards." The man said reaching into his coat for another cigarette.

He lit his cigarette revealing a face crisscrossed with scars and wrinkles. He was old. Way older then I originally surmised. Wisely I decided not to ask.

"They don't tell you about what happens when the magic ends. The blond bitch decides that a rescued kidnapping doesn't form the basis of a good relationship, turns out that bandit king had a bunch of boys who remember there old man and come by once a week to fuck up your place and try to have a go at you. Most of the time you win." The man paused for a moment and seemed to start staring into space. "But the magics gone you see. The magics gone. They get luckier, you get older, the blonde bitch marries some fat italian fuck on the other side of town. You see the friends you made die. The stories been told so there's no reason to stick around and keep you happy. It doesn't care about the aftermath."

My pen stopped. I had to admit this was getting ridiculous. "You're trying to tell me that there's some series of fairy tales and some magic force guides this? Next you're going to tell me that you have a magic sword and quested for the very sources of power, honor, and courage."

There was the slick sound of metal sliding against leather and before I could say another word that big sword of his sliced the air and stabbed right through the table and into the floor. When he spoke again it was cold and calculated.

"Don't mock me. I've spent the last ten years of my life being mocked. You just write down what I say and shut the fuck up. You came to me. You're a smart kid if there wasn't something to this you wouldn't fucking be here." He pointed the cigarette at me. "So don't mock me."

I nodded sheepishly. He continued. "You want to know where my shit started? Where my story began? Fine, then listen."

>>7082662
"I was just a kid when I was with my old man down in the under city. A kid with no ambitions beyond the path his father set for him. What adventure did I want? Shit, at my age the undercity was all the adventure I could ever want.

He was an archaeologist. Famous one, maybe you heard of him? No? That's fine. He was looking for Hyrule, like you are now, that forgotten land beneath the city. The old stone and memories that the steel and light towers around us stand on top of pretending to rule the world.

He found some stuff. The typical archaeology stuff, broken pots, ruins, hieroglyphs showing the daily life of some poor son of a bitch living before the time of TV and sanitation. Then he dug out the gold triangle. That cursed triangle. He should have put that thing back in the ground and left it there forever. At the very least he would still be alive."

>>7082866
I'm done for now. I'll probably sit down and get the nice lovecraftian illusions of this poor man written down before I get going again.

>>7082881
Bravi sir bravi.

The man was dressed in rags at first glance. Oily, dirty bits of cloth haphazardly pieced together over a muscular frame. If one might look closer, they might occasionally see a glint of metal under the rags, or a bit of white cloth, somehow unspoiled by the filth worn over it. Somehow pure while covered in grime. He muttered to himself as he walked, for there was no one else around. The alley was empty save for used cans of spraypaint on the permacrete ground. The only decoration were gang signs on the decrepit buildings around him.

"I think I might be the only one who remembers the way things used to be..." he quietly says. "Or at least, how I think they used to be. Even that knowledge is just a result of being an outsider in a very different way... Maybe that is the only reason my mind... my being is not as warped as the others."

Perhaps he was just voicing his thoughts aloud, perhaps he knew others were listening in the dark, and for their benefit he spoke.

"It's happened so many times before I should be used to it. The glowing door, the pulling sensation, the feeling of falling... But I woke up to this fresh hell, not the beloved land I vowed to return and protect."

His voice was wistful, but soon turned grim.

"But this new land, this perversion... Valor drives me to try and save it, but Honestly and Humility compel me to admit the task may be far beyond me... beyond anyone. If the others were here..." Hope enters his voice for a moment but is soon dashed.

Last rays of the sun were painting a massive steel and glass building at the edge of the City of Light crimson red. It looked like a giant bloody finger, pointing at the sky and then it disappeared leaving only a sleek shadow against the fast darkening sky. Seconds later it burst back to the cityscape its brilliant neon lights shining through the thick evening air.

Captain stood staring out of the huge multicolored window at his office looking at the city and smiling. Smog was gently curving its tentacles around different parts of landscape, choking the living, clogging the night, making him rich. Industrial waste was everywhere, none were safe from its effects and he loved it. It was a dream come true to the now multimillionaire Captain Novolin who was selling cure to all sorts of ailments that the poor bastards out there contracted from the “wasteland” that was the City of the Light. His research labs were working full time, either trying to find new ways to cure sickness or create it, no one was sure.

Captain was an old man but no weakness showed itself in his form even now. He still remembered the first attack, chaos, valiant efforts and pain, everlasting pain. Fighting for the people at the time, side by side with heroes that were no more. He sneered at the thought and massaged his temples. Time stood still, chords of mellow guitar drifted in the air. It was best not to think about it. Better to make money while there was still strength left in his frame and forget things that can not be changed. Things that he would not change.

>>7082978

"No. If the others were here... I dread going forth, for I fear the fate which has taken so many may have already taken those I knew as friends. I dread walking the streets and perhaps seeing Iolo as a garish pimp, downtrodden and desperate whores following him like lost children. I shudder at the thought of finding noble Dupre a corrupt police officer busy at work beating a drug addict with a baton than a dragon with a sword. But so far this has not yet come to pass. I must count my blessings for in this den of evil I have few. No, that is not right. Everyone here has few. But maybe that is why I was drawn here... Unless my deepest fears are true and beneath the bones of this place lies my other home in ruins."

The man bent down, took up a can of spray paint and gazed on it.

"I have been true to the Virtues, but Virtue seems to have no place in this bent domain. It seems foreign... a ridiculous thing to place here. But is that Fear or Truth? Even I cannot tell which. But I do know that the game is different this time. Far too different."

The metallic rattle sounds as the man shakes the can, begining to paint a new symbol over the gang signs already in place.

"I have no way home. Why I was brought here, I do not know, but only one path has ever taken me through trials like these and ended back home. I am under no delusions. I will suffer greatly and all my effort may come to naught. But there is nothing else I can do. There is no other road open to me. The longer I stay here, the more difficult it is to move, the more despair claws at me, the more a little voice whispers that my fate will be the same as the others who arrived here before I did. There is little hope left in me. But what else can I do?"

The man threw the can away and walked forward into the darkness.


"I have no choice."

Behind him, an ankh was freshly painted against the wall

Robodyne industries...that name still sends chill down my spine.

I was raised in a robo-ward. A place that was under direct control of the Corp. It wasn't a great place but, it was food on the table and clothes on your back. I'd always been told it was the best life we could get. So, I lived and had fun. Went to the Robo-taught schools and learned the history of the company. That was till that day.....

Dear god that horrid day...

It had started out like any other. A simple day of school and and waiting in lines for rations. Standard Robodyne procedure. We hadn't heard the sirens till it was too late. It was like a baby screaming at the top of its lungs. Piercing everyones ears.

It made us nauseous. That horrid scream...then, the rumbling started. The massive treads of a grounder unit rolling up for some unknown reason. We had been told they were only deployed for military actions. So many of us rushed out startled at the site. It's great bulk grinding the street into ragged chunks as it crawled along, robot search eyes roving over its top looking...

The Hylian legend constantly recurring seems like a Campbellian thing, only instead of just being several legends across cultures and times that all play out the same way, some other force is drawing together analogues of the original Link, Ganon and Zelda and casting them in the roles of the intrepid hero, the power-hungry warlord and the damsel in distress and having them act out their roles. Essentially, it's history repeating across the centuries, with the participants fated to retell the same story as the people who came before them generations ago, and the people who came before them, and so on. It's not that "Link" is naturally a hero, "Ganon" naturally a villain or "Zelda" naturally helpless, it's that whatever put them in these roles *wanted* them to be, and none of them really have a choice in the matter.

(When I say "whatever" I don't necessarily mean anything cthonic or Lovecraftian; I'd like to say it's due to Fate or The Will of The Triforce or something a bit less... malevolently eldrich. But that's just me.)

Why this is happening, though, is anyone's guess. Maybe it's because they haven't gotten the story to end properly yet, so whatever is responsible keeps calling cosmic do-overs. Of course, when you consider that the ending everyone *expects* is "Link defeats Ganon and saves Zelda," the odds suddenly don't seem too good for the current Link...

I never should have been there that night anyway; I can’t fucking stand the mining district. You’re just walking along, streetlights, storefronts, and then suddenly there’s a three-block crater. Buildings, gone. Street, gone. Just a few feet of concrete lip curving out over the void and metools swarming into it and out of it like ants.

Gives you the creeps, that many of the bionic little bastards in one place. Hundreds of them, easily. They won’t mess with humans- they haven’t been told to- but it still gives you the creeps.

The gaping holes in the city and the metools everywhere gave me the creeps, so on a whim I turned into the nearest joint with working lights, which was a strip club, which was fine by me. Go in, take a seat, order a drink, and notice the commotion back stage just after it arrives.

I shoulda left right there- I almost did, I know to avoid trouble in these parts- but before I could get out of my seat Gutsman walked onto the stage.

Gutsman. As in, THE Gutsman, the motherfucking robot master. Nine fucking feet of heavy machinery shaking the stage with every stomp. It might just be the way Masters are supposed to move (I’d never seen one before), but he was swaggering hard, staring straight ahead over the crowd’s head. And there I was, sitting front and center, about pissing myself.

And that was when Gutsman started dancing.

He tore the crotch-pole straight out of its sockets the first time he tried to make a pass around it, stumbled for a step, and then dropped it and started stroking his carapace with those Viking-shield hands.

Gutsman’s ass... Oh god, Gutsman’s ass. You never wash something like that off the backs of your eyelids. It doesn’t matter what you do, how hard you try, what pills you take for it, it’s always going to be there the second you close them. He did a ‘rolling’ routine down on all fours, putting cracks and craters on the glittered stage, and then a bellydancer’s machine-gun butt-thrust that shook the fucking walls, all with the most gruesome expression of slack-jawed allure on his helmet of a face.

It turns out he'd been infected by something disguised as a machine drug that some glorious, unlucky bastard had sold him. I didn’t know that at the time; all I knew was that this shit was Dead Fucking Wrong.

I got out before I had seen too much, and apparently I was lucky to make it out alive. Five minutes later a security package from Wileysoft snapped him out of it and he made pulp out of everyone there.

>>7083116
>>7083136

MUST NOT WAKE UP REST OF FAMILY BY LAUGHING OUT LOUD.

>>7083116
>>7083136

icanseeforever.jpg

>>7083034
The wailing stopped...We thanked whatever forces were in charge of this mad place. Then... literally grinding to halt the grounder unit came to a stop. Its dark form blocking out the sun to those near it.

Slowly a sound came from within. A clunking trembling sound. Like something was moving around inside. In terror we watched as hatches opened all over thing. People were murmuring now. some were too scared to speak.

I was one of the later. I watched as the first biodroid came out of the hatch. Back then they were not as sleek and simplistic as the ones we have today. Back then they steamed and hissed and clunked with slow steady steps. Most were eerily humanoid, we thought it was a new model...god....we were too right to know how horrible that fact was.

They gave no word as they started their work. Just slow, steady, Mechanical precision. they would touch a person and look at them. Just stare for a few minutes and suddenly they would fall over. Unconscious. needless to say we started running. We started to act like scared animals running and making noise as they just knocked people out. I never saw what they did in that machine, only that they dragged them inside...

I kept running. every time I entered a building I would see them walking inside of it, searching room by room for people to take. If they tried to run...god it was like they hardly cared. One would raise an arm and out would come a laser cutter, then, zzzzt. Off went a leg.

>>7083116
>>7083136
You sir, are awesome.

>>7083112
That's what I was going for. The Tri-Force is connected in all this and the various artifacts that crop up over and over again as well.

Maybe the Tri Force is not really anything mroe then the enabler. It reaches out and connects the proper pieces in place and forms the story. Wherever the Tri Force or the Master Sword or wherever ends up the story follows.

As for the monsters they exist to provide the necessary motivation and tension to the characters. Ganon will always have the monsters at his beck and call to do his bidding. Link will always be hounded relentlessly by those monsters.

As for what happens when the story ends is where I'm going wiht the old man in the bar. He knows sooner or later the new link is coming for him. He doesn't know what his current role in the story is or even should be and it scares the hell out of him. The story might just decide he needs to die horribly to offer the new link motivation in the endless cycle.

>>7083237

I managed to get away obviously but not before I saw my mother and father taken...I saw my classmates, my teacher....dear god...everyone in the sector or at least damn near. Just herded up and taken away.

I never saw them but every now and then...when I walk by a biodroid I sear they whisper my name. Asking me to help....

Damn it /tg/, I had plans. Plans for writing! Plans for writing that didn't involve you!

---

Hey! You folks don't look like you're from 'round here! Best get to 'splainin' 'fore I start shootin'!

...

What's that? Ye're lookin' for Bayou Billy? Ha ha! Well o'course I hearda him! Who hasn't 'round these parts? Bayou Billy, legend of the swamps. Seven feet tall, three hunnred pounds and as hard an' cunnin' as they get. They say he killed his first gator at the age o'four and made a vest outta his hide. When Old Man Gordon and his gang kidnapped his girl he marched right on up into Gordon's mansion and killed every man what was in it 'fore he tore the whole damn thing down brick by brick. Benny over there can give you the tour of the place if you're willin' t'pay.

...

Naw, you ain't gonna find Bayou Billy if'n'less he wants to find you, 'cause Billy knows these swamps better'n any man alive. He can sniff out a 'possom from five miles away an' creep up on it so close he could be right in front of the darned thing without it knowin'. Don't you think you can go in there an' call 'im out for a fight, neither; Bayou Billy can shoot the beak offa crow at a hundred yards 'n kill a man so quick he doesn't even know he's dead 'til Billy tells 'im.

So unless you're lookin' fer trouble you best not mess with any of the swamp folk, 'cause when you mess with the swamp folk you mess with Billy, and Billy don't take kindly to anyone what messes with 'im.

>>7083506
Oh god yes.

Has anyone done Bionic Commando yet?

Alright so why the hell has no one made this a wiki entry yet. I think we just exceeded the amount of fluff that server crash had easily and certainly more than the chan islands.

>>7083863
yeah he died attacking cutsman but, I get the feeling there could be a sequel after all there was an explosion and look at how light got away.

>>7083888
ok are we going to make a wiki for this then? who wants to do what? this makes me want to get into a group again after years of not playing any rpgs. this and the 80`s LXG.

>>7084050
I know the feeling I love working on these sort of projects and winter break is coming up. If my wiki-fu was stronger I might undertake it alone but I don't think I could handle it all by myself.

"Can you see that? No, not the blimp, idiot. Up there, in that mess of red stars. Hard to see with all the pollution, but if you squint, you'll catch a glimpse when it passes in front of one of reds. The mothership."

"How do you think humans got here? Most of the ships were taken apart for the stuff we needed to survive. Some people say a few ships landed and were built right on top of, that one of the big three's got a spaceship for a basement. But that mothership, the biggest and meanest of them all, she's still flying. She still has a pilot."

"One of the jetmen, space jockeys that came back when they got the call about the invaders. Did what they could, but when we lost space travel, the jetmen died out. 'Cept one, they say. Still alive after all this time. Watching for the invaders, and he refuses to die until he knows they'll never trouble us again. Stupid, right? But the big three have all tried to take that ship, and something keeps fending 'em off..."

>>7084079
well time for me to learn some wikigoodness then

http://en.wikibooks.org/wiki/Starting_and_Running_a_Wiki_Website

im starting to read this to make a wiki for this i will also make a link to this on 1d4

>>7084107
I heard MetPharm had a ship....it wasn't human either. Some say its an invader or something even stranger. Rumor has it that they found it here though, and everyone knows that before the crash the city wasn't this big hell, the only things here were the Wily towers which had been dropped from orbit early on and a tiny little Metpharm lab...

The one person who saw the ship said it was all read with a big green viewport on the front. He'd never seen anything like it. I mean you know what the old human ships looked like right? The Gradius class fighters and what not that they deployed? If you don't check them out at the Robodyne museum. Their a sight to see. But I wanna see this thing for myself.

....No I don't do E-tank. Why do you ask?

>>7084107

>red stars

are we calling this 8-bit dystopia? because im making a 1d4 page for this

>>7081639

Rescued by Big Blue yeah. Alcoholic gang member? Hah, no.

Gay hooker.

>>7084230
can I panic now?

>>7084230

holy shit.

...but...

isn't that a bit much, even for this setting?

>>7084318
....Yeah I can see it.

>>7084318
It'd be pretty damned stereotypical-and if you kept him as a bioroid, reason for a flood of YAFF-but eh, yeah, why not.

Make him an ex-mechanic, or the kid of a mechanic, though. After all, he DID build the Tornadoes in-canon.

http://1d4chan.org/wiki/8-Bit_Dystopia

it fucking sucks and you may mock me ala /r9k/ bbut at least i got my ass into gear. and im still learning how to do that wiki shit

>>7084522
not bad for a first timer,

So what should we put there? The various major sites of the City? Major factions the usual?

This.

Is.

Godlike.

Bravo, /tg/, for proving that no matter how crazy the concept, no matter how weird the fusion, you can make it work.

>>7084680
lets do a standard wiki page and flesh it out from there. once we can get the bases covered we can make the different factions lists .

>>7084718
and god knows we need a 80`s LXG wiki page set up too

>>7084736
Missed that boat sadly.

Also please tell me some of them crossover. I want to see inspector gadget here...

um...well fuck....guess he could be there...

how about this?

>>7085119
Oh... oh, HELL yes!

"It's done, Doctor Light."

"Good, good...let me see him. Activate."

The robot's eyes flickered and blinked for a few seconds, and he started heaving during his initialization; it was rather reminiscent of a human breathing heavily. After examining its surroundings for a moment, its gaze settled on Light.

"Active and ready," it said, in an oddly polite tone.

"What's he capable of?" Light asked.

"He's the top of the line, sir. He makes the rest of the R series obsolete. His armor is the most durable we've ever created--the exact makeup is in my report--and his physical capabilities are well beyond my projections."

"Armaments?"

"Several laser projectors, a retractable fist, miniature propulsion jets--for tackles, should they be necessary--beam projectors that can repair both machines and living tissue, and my pride and joy, a three hundred and sixty degree Meltbeam."

"You've outdone yourself," Light noted with a smile before turning back to the machine.

"Yes, sir. I put my heart and soul into his creation."

"Unit, what is your name?" Light questioned.

"My name is R-66Y." It replied in a humble tone.

Continued in next.

>>7085135 Cont'd

"No, not your designation. Your name."

"Name...I do not have a name."

"No? Then we'll have to give you one. Something simple, I think...Robo. Yes, we'll call you Robo."

The newly christened Robo beeped for a moment. "Designation applied. I am Robo."

"We'll run a field test tomorrow, then, Robo. I'll see you in the morning." Light gave Robo's shoulder a pat before heading out the door.
Robo turned to his Creator, expecting instructions, but found her head down and her shoulders shaking. He found his Creator's arms wrapped around him. He was confused, but comforting.

She knew she was sending him to his destruction, but it had to be done. She had built him from the ground up, and loved him dearly, something--no, someone, now--that she was able to turn to no matter what happened in this godforsaken city. She held onto him, weeping for what the city had become, weeping for what Robo would have to do.

"Mistress Lucca, whatever is the matter?"

He'd been an experiment for Wily...Just another god damned lab rat.

Just thinking about what they had taken away from him was sickening. He downed the shot of whiskey without so much as a cringe. He was pissed. He had every right to be after all. He had had it great. Working on Wily's security force was a great gig. A nice place, decent pay. He'd had it all.

And then it happened. He could hardly remember right now what had started it. That nasty gunfight that had ensued for god knows what reason. Probably something petty like a food ration. All the same they'd called in bomb man...And then well...

"Kaboom." He muttered as he motioned for another shot.

Bombman...dear fucking god. One explosion after the other. It had leveled so much of the area it had been a miracle he'd even survived...well...no. He'd died at least mostly. After all they put Humpty Dumpty together again.

"All the kings horses and all the kings men..." he mumbled downing another shot of whiskey. The Bartender, a biodroid...jesus they were everywhere these days. "hehe...they put Humpty together again.

They'd hauled him to some blasted lab hidden in the fucking pits of hell itself. Wily towers, the shining bastion of the good 'ol uncle Wily...And thats where they started the Operation....it was a hazy mess then. He'd pop in and out of consciousness and most likely flat lined multiple times. They never told him how many times....

>>7085119

Oh boy, I remember that. Back in the day an independent researcher by the name of Dr. Tongue said he came up with a way of generating cheap - by which he meant "disposable" - manual labor without bioroids, and set a date for a demonstration. That got everyone's interest. Then the day of his big show comes around and he reveals that his big solution was to animate the dead via nanomachines.

The demonstration he had planned... didn't pan out as expected. Wily and Ivo helped clean up the damage, but nobody's seen hide nor hair of Tongue ever since. Draw your own conclusions.

>>7085149

When he finally came too...Good lord he'd felt so wrong. It was like his entire body had been taken apart and put back together...he didn't know the half of it....

"Good day inspector." was the first words he had heard. It was a shock given who had said them. None other than Good ol' Uncle Wily himself. He didn't look like the pictures really. No warm smile or mad scientist gleam. He'd looked so old, tired. Like he had simply neglected to think about himself anymore. Like he had cast away all the little things in life for something bigger...

He hadn't been able to talk yet. They were still patching him up they had explained. By the time they were done he was put back under and moved out of the lab.

The second time was the first time he had realized what had happened to him. He had woke up as they were propping him up in a board room like some store front mannequin. They'd even turned off his motor servos. He could see and hear them...that was when he had found out.

"Gentlemen and ladies of the board." A scientist dressed in standard Wily labs attire. A black coat with little else on them. "I bring to your attention the first of a possible new generation of Robot master. This man a few scant weeks ago was nothing more than a human being. He was injured in battle against several resistance members. Now, as you can see. This man is no longer a man. He is a fully integrated biodroid equipped with a variety of different tools and weapons for carrying out his duty."

"Biodroid." He spat out as he motioned for another shot. "Nothing more than a filthy biodroid."

>>7085225
Not too surprising. Inefficient, easy to break, slowly wear down anyway, and let's not forget the all-too-important "ethics" bit.

Seriously, what was he on?

>>7085320
The presentation went on for four fucking hours. The whole time he had been forced to listen to them explain every nook and cranny of him to a bunch of industrialist vying for a contract. He had wanted to scream.

And he did, when they brought him back down into the labs and put him in a holding cell. Ironically, better than most apartments. When he had seen what they had done to him. Staring in the mirror that hung above a little steel sink...He had screamed. A scream of violent, animal rage. He screamed for hours. Every few minutes they would give him a worried look but, they would never enter the cell...after all they were just human. They couldn't subdue their own.

"Monster..."He whispered downing another shot. His vision wouldn't get blurry anytime soon. They had given a whole new liver. He could feel the side effects to a point but he could never get truly shit-faced or ramped up on ring these days.

A few days later he had stopped screaming. And had resigned to just sitting there in front of the mirror. His long hair covering his face but not the rest of him. Most of his skin had been replaced by polymer armor. what hadn't was mostly bad skin grafts that was nothing like it should have been.

Finally they let him out but, not without putting the leash on him. He was a lab rat. Running around his cage for wily's amusement now.

>>7085350

There's always going to be that one guy who thinks bringing back the dead is a good idea.

...hey, just between you and me, did you see anything... *strange* when they were containing the outbreak?

It was suggested they were twins. Pretty fucked up twins, but twins none the less. No one knew their names, but they kept on parkas. They're pretty old and ratty, but had names stitched on them. "Nan" and "Pop". Probably parkas meant for their parents.

These two were supposedly gang bangers with nothing surprising amongst them. Supposedly the male's always hopped up on shrooms. Fuckers always got these big ugly mallets in their hands. Part of it was spiked, real professional job. One of my guys saw him and her. They used their mallets to smash holes into walls and climb buildings for kicks. Could swear when they got as high as they wanted, they'd drop trough and fuck while being watch.

They keep this carbon nano tube rope as well. Seen em use it to keep each other connected, or to choke the fuck out of somebody while the other fucks them. Didn't matter which. People say they're pretty goddamn deviant, but they're not that out of the ordinary for gang bangers, if you ask me.

>>7085654
In before Awful Good.

He gave up eventually and accepted fate. Letting them tell him how to use his body like he was a stranger to it... which in all rights he was. then it happened.

He had been trying on the only things they'd given him. A suit, a trench coat and a fedora. he hated the clothes but it was all he had. The lights went out and the entire lab went silent. This was something that never happened in a lab. Let alone a wily Inc lab.

He heard the screams before he saw who was doing it. A blurry shape, moving through the room in an easy strolling pace. Killing anyone he saw with that blasted claw. And he was forced to watch as it happened. By the time the smoke cleared his door had become unlocked and he was alone...except for penny.

"My little girl..." He mumbled as he looked at the biodroid. Motioning for another shot."The only one who gets me...my little shiny Penny."

She had been hidden behind a pile of crates. Her parents had worked there he would come to find out and in fact had helped to build him...she'd been scared at first when she saw him. No doubt thinking he was the cause of it all. But, eventually he managed to get her to trust him. Just in time most likely. Shortly after that wily's security forces. His former coworkers showed up with a demo kit.

They fled into the City. he had no name, had no I.D. and no way to make a living in any legit way. So, he cut himself a niche. built himself a name and gave Penny a good life. He was the Inspector now. the man you called when you needed something found, lost or made scarce. An urban merc. He never told Penny about the jobs only that he helped people. It would break her heart to know what he had done to get so far.

When people asked about her. Well he would explain he was her uncle and that if they so much as touched her they would find out that the rotor blades in his head could do more than fly...

Can anyone figure out how to integrate this?

Maybe it's just a diversion, or a place you can make racetracks, or something-but the main theme is too awesome to NOT include.

Providing.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C9FV-9pkRK0

>>7085920
Never mind, I'll do it myself.

>>7085964
A while back-nobody's quite sure when, whether it was before the Crash or not-a car company wanted to ensure they'd have a damned good place to show off their cars. So they hired a bunch of young bucks, some of which are running corps now-I won't say which; that's up to you to figure out-to make a display showcase, and a test track. They didn't say both had to be the same thing, but hell-they chose it anyway.

And they outdid themselves.

The result was the RECS-the Race Environment Construction System. You put in a series of letters, designing the racetrack you want, and it builds it for you. Trees. Rocks. Cliffs. Grass. Anything you want, but people.

Y'only get four cars to choose from-all of 'em damned slow by today's "hover-racing" standards-and you get to race.

Nowadays, it's something like a public park. Those of us that aren't fucked up on E-Tank or Ring go there with a few brews, and race. The kiddies love it, and it's a favorite birthday spot; and the corps make sure it's neutral ground. Who knows; maybe they're nostalgic.

All I know, the Lotus RECS is -the- place to go, if you want to relax, honest-to-god relax.

Music's nice too.

Everyone remembers the day that Bombman and the White Bomberman clashed, but I'm the only one who knows that's what happened.

I was sitting in some decrepit old building, taking some--well, that's none of your business. Point is, I was there. I was sitting on the ground, when I heard this massive BOOM. So I got up to check it out--hey, fuck you, if I had known what it was I would have booked it right there and then.

Anyway, I go deep into this old shit building, right? I see Bombman there, I was terrified, never seen a Master before--across from him is this basic thing, antenna on the head, looked through some sorta visor, wearing all white. Bombman said something about coming back to the factory, and leniency, I don't fuckin' know. In response, the little guy, the White Bomberman, throws a bomb, big fuckin' thing, right at Bombman. The Master tossed its own bomb and they hit each other, and they just DETONATED.

Deep THUD, threw up a lot of dust and smoke. Got in my eyes, it took me a while to get them clean. So next thing I see, they're running all around the inside of the building, throwing bomb after bomb after BOMB at each other. Explosions fucking everywhere, would have run away if I didn't think I'd catch a bomb myself. Bombman rushed White, slugged him right through his guard, proving his physical superiority. But White started throwing these crazy tricks; kicking his bombs into Bombman's face, tossing one while sliding another at Bombman, just to get him into a third he'd placed earlier, shit like that.

Well, turns out the dumbshits destroyed a few too many of the support pillars of the building. Thing started coming down, and I got out. The entire thing collapsed, and I thought they'd killed each other. Before the smoke had even cleared, more explosions rocked the ground. What I saw, when that smokescreen finally cleared, nearly made my shit my pants. White had a bomb three times his side held above his head, and he chucked it. He just chucked the fucking thing, and it landed on Bomberman. I booked it, running as fast as I could, and the detonation still sent my flying through the air, my skin burning, unable to breathe--when I could tell up from down, alive from dead, I looked to where it had gone off.

Bits of Bombman were...everywhere. I learned later that the explosion had flung bits of him miles in every direction. Emergency services showed up a little later, got me out of there. I got paid a lot of money to keep secret what a saw that day.

Huh? Oh, yeah. Yeah, that's where my leg went.

>>7086188

>White had a bomb three times his side held above his head, and he chucked it.

Ffffffffffuck. Meant three times his SIZE.

>>7086210
it happens hell its almost two am here...actually yeah calling it a night I think. If this is still here on the flip side I'll do up a wily post maybe

>>7086188

>and it landed on Bomberman.

Fuck me, how did I miss these in my proofread? I guess their names ARE only two letters apart...

It landed on Bombman, not Bomberman.

I have to say, I don't like the "undead come from rogue nanites" bit. I'd prefer if actual supernatural stuff, like psychics and ghosts, was real in the setting.

>>7086786

Given how the cast of Earthbound are all in plus their psychic powers, that seems reasonable.

Do a Sweet Home or Clock Tower story...

Actually wait, would you even need to alter Clock Tower to make it fit in?
Crazy bitch runs an orphanage and routinely sends kids to the mansion to feed her children's murderous habits. Done.

When the explosions were finally over, he dared to peek out from his hiding spot. Much to his suprise, the park hadn't all been ground up into dirt, in fact a fair amount of grass had survived.
Although after those Wilycorp cleanerbots finished burning those alien corpses they're probably wouldn't be much left.

The crunch of a foot on gravel to his left caused him to jump. He saw a man his blue jeans spattered with mud, his red shirt spattered with green blood. In his hands he clutched a gigantic cannon, it was so big that it was wonder that he could lift it at all.

"Were those... invaders?" he asked as he lifted himself up from his hiding spot.
The man in red just looked at him.
"I wish, they came from the Fantasy Zone... there are worse things out there than the invaders man. Much worse."

Morgan gently thrusted his fighter around another asteroid. The rocks and other debris here in Meteo was pretty bad, but after he'd taken out that mobile alien stronghold that they'd turned Katina into, he hadn't seen any more alien attacks.

Most of them were still centered around the remains of Crateria. Building that... thing.
He checked his sensors again to make sure he was on track, sure enough there was the automated distress signal, now loud and clear. He swooped between a pair of asteroids idly orbiting each other and killed his engines as he realised that he had found the source.

The ship was badly damaged, the entire front bridge had been sheared away, and twenty years of astroid impacts on the hull had turned it into swiss cheese. Nevertheless, his onboard computer was able to identify the wreck as the AuxCv-SFX-93 Great Fox, and unless he was mistaken, it was also identifying at least two Arwing class Heavy Fighters and a Landmaster in working order in the hold.

"Galaxy Force 3 to Starship Command. I've found her."

In the deep recesses of the broken starship, decades old computers began to slowly grind their way back to life as they reacted to the presence of a non-hostile IFF, and began the thawing process on the Cryogenic pods...

>>7087476

So, my idea for Starfox is that there are only two survivors, one of whom will be Falco.
YOU WANTED THE TOP SPOT LOMBARDI? CONGRATS NOW YOU'VE GOT IT, I HOPE YOU CHOKE ON IT!

Uh, anyway, Falco is basically now going to have to man up and rebuild the Fox team (which will be still named as such as a mark of respect to their dead leader).
The other guy will either be Slippy or Peppy, I haven't decided which - Peppy will become an alcoholic bum, a man broken by the death of his homeworld and his friends.

If slippy, he'll become a vicious vengeful and dark. Suicidal in nature and highly insubordinate, haunted by the screams of his dead family as the the aliens burnt them alive.

Everyone else from Starfox is dead. EVERYONE. Except MAYBE Andross, who has possibly thrown his lot in with the invaders, and has become some sort of horrific cyborg amalgam of man and machine.

As for Galaxy Force the idea was that Galaxy force would be an independant body that exist solely in space to defend the planet from hostile aliens.
Wily and Robotnik keep away from them simply because if they did destroy the GF, then they'd have to police space themselves, and there's next to no money in it except for what you can salvage.
Everybody pays a tax to fund the GF, and everybody pays it. Simply because you keewp the guys with Orbital Artillery sweet, and they don't accidentially drop a Penetrator round on your house at mach 9.

They'd be an amalgam of things like the R-Type series, Gradius, Darius and Galaxy Force and all that.
Also, we need to do more work on the Invaders at some point...

Dump for awesome!

We need some Secret of Evermore/Mana in here!

Cultist Waddle Dee: Devourer? No, no, no not a Devourer, but a transporter. You see, Kirby is a Transporter. He was sent to this filthy meager universe to transport all of the good souls to someplace better. Someplace without poverty, violence and disease. That's why we created the Warp Stars, as the Transporter needs help to go from world to world and finish his divine job.

>>7088209

I had an idea that Kirby's mouth is a portal to the Dreamlands, except you have to pay a toll to use it, and Kirby being an eldritch horror on par with Yog Sothoth, it aint going to be cheap.

Kirby is the guy who shackles stars and rides them like horses. Kirby is the guy who swallows men's souls and walks around in their skin, stretched and parodied by his non-euclidian frame.
Kirby is the guy who breaks planets in two for mini-games.
Kirby is the guy who sliced that giant cannon in Subspace Emissary clean in half.

>>7088259

And of course he will have some lovely smacktarded cultists. They are the ones responsible from most of his mayhem, as they are the ones who provide him with warp stars for interplannetary travel.

So, on the subject of the invaders, how about instead of having it so that they were eventually defeated, have it so that they never really stopped attacking.
It's just that Galaxy Force weapon tech advanced so much that they were no longer a threat. This is why modern SHMUPS all have fighter that fire giant sprays of bullets right from the off these days.

No, nowadays the GF have to worry about things like the Darius forces, someone reactivating an old Gradius War World and the Byrdo.

But what they're REALLY shitting a brick about is the Sinistar being built in Corneria. They're trying to allocate all of their funding into constructing a Ship that can launch Sinibombs as well as craft them on the fly by collecting resources with it's mining laser.

I'm also trying to think of a way of making the 255 lives thing canon.

Anyway, whilst people are pushing for the Sinibomber, they've got a lot of opposition from higher-up's insisting that their R-9S Strike Bombers with their Penetration Shots will be sufficient (they wont, High Command has vastly underestimated the Sinistar's speed)

>>7088365

Build a Sinistar? You fools! YOU DAMNED FOOLS!

>>7088394

NO. Build the Player Ship from sinistar...

You know, this thing.

>>7088365
At the moment the Invaders weren't ever defeated - they destroyed the Earth and simply had no interest going anywhere else. Nobody knows why they attacked and why they left the rest of the planets alone. Nobody knows where they came from or what they looked like - nobody really has much idea of their technology, only that their attacks are fairly predictable but their numbers infinite.

"You wish for some assistance, young man?"

The phrase. Link halted - was this the man that he'd searched so hard for? The contact for the unnamed rebellion, the shadowy men who existed to throw off the shackles of corporate rule - or a fiction of Robotnik's Mindpol.

The old man was either a rebellious hero or, much more likely, an agent of a shadowy police unit so terrible that it's name was never spoken aloud if at all possible. Still, the consequences of any act of rebellion were part of the act itself. You simply had to fight and die so that those to come later would know about your sacrifice.

There was an unspoken agreement between Link and the old man. A look. A mere glance that transcended words; a clear understanding of intent.

"Do you want me to say it, or are you going to do it?" he asked the old man.

"Say it."

"I'm here because I've been led to believe that you are an agent of an underground conspiracy dedicated to the overthrow of authority. You are an admirer of Big Blue, a follower of the traitor Thomas Light, a sympathizer to the undercity dwellers, an environmentalist, and an advocate of human rights."

You people are ridiculous and I love you.

>>7088799

All of the consequences of the act were part of the act itself. The old man seemed to study Link yet again. Finally he nodded, not saying in words but in the movement of his body.

"You wish to join such an organisation?" he said.

"Yes."

"Are you willing to commit atrocities? To take a sack of bombs into a factory and perhaps cause the deaths of a hundred workers?"

"Yes."

"To slaughter any agent of Ivo Robotnik, Albert Wily, Embee, Shredder, Agahnim, and all of the other evil men who wish to strangle the human race and its altered children?"

"Yes."

"To destroy property and life, to spread lies and disease, to cause bloodshed, to scheme without end, to witness and record perversion of the ruling classes?"

"Yes."

"Then child," said the Old Man. "Some time in the next week I will see that you are given a copy of our bible. It will explain the state of the world in the most TRUE and HONEST fashion.

"Don't doubt that you'll die. That is the fate of all agents. You flower for a brief moment, are caught, and die. You will never know the size of our organisation, and never will you identify a fellow agent. You will act alone, and you will forever be cursed by that loneliness. Your life will be short and full of suffering. Go now, before the patrols discover us."

Moments later, he cried out to Link. Link stopped, and turned back to the Old Man, who held out a package.

"It's dangerous, take this!"

>>7088799

>>7088827

>>7088827

FUCK YEAH MANLINK!

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>>7080546
Here. I just woke up and saw some discussion about the Light Warriors but didn't read through the whole thread yet. Did you retcon my take on them yet? Cause if there's no support for it I won't continue with what I had in mind.

>>7089135
Doesn't look like it, go right ahead.

>>7086786
Second. Not too keen on using the 'nanites do everything' crap that you see in bad science fiction [and in 00s gaming]. This is from before nanites were pop-science (what the hell was the next big thing in science in the 80s anyway?).

We have Dream Land, and maybe other strange places like Fantasy Land. We can probably do supernatural horror. Say it comes from old bargains made with dark creatures from these Other dimensions.

Don't believe all the corp propaganda kid. Those purple chemicals they dump all over the place aren't safe. I learned that lesson in a bad way. You see, I used to live out in the sticks. Nice little sprawl area, ruled by an obscure biotech interest called Tongue Inc. What we didn't realise till it was too late was that you watch where you get your water from. That, and Doctor Tongue's... obsessions. Jesus. The wails in the night, screams in the distant. You didn't want to know what was happening, you just preferred the safety blanket. That's how people are nowadays. Stay quiet, stay safe. Don't look, keep it to yourself. I found out the hard way that a person can't live like that. Got a rude awakening. God.

We hunger, they wailed. We hunger. I won't ever forget their cries. We hunger, they said in the night after the street lamps had failed. They came for us, they were us. Doctor Tongue must have been abducted residents for decades, making them guinea pigs for his latest batch of bio-weaponry. Till one night the good doctor let them out as part of a field exercise, or maybe just because he could.

We hunger they moaned, some making whistling sounds as they tried to vocalise from torn throats. It didn't deter them, they continued. Ripped up bellies sagging with spilled dry guts, lopsided heads frozen into a sick terrified grimace.

Worst of all is what happened to Tongue. He's still out there, somewhere. Nobody was able to get close to him; he's either moved on to the next zone or his merged with one of the Bigs. There ain't no justice. No justice but what we can force ourselves. If it kills me I'll find him. I know I'll probably die in some gutter before I get within a mile of him. Nobody fucks with a corp and lives. But he gave me a hunger - a need - I'll find him. Nobody else lives who remembers those folks, screaming for mercy, begging to die. There ain't no justice but what I can give.

Reports of another bombing run had reached Robotnik's desk. With reluctance, he saved and cancelled the holographic display of his latest invention. A beauty of metal, rigid, perfect, and clean. It would be a god, a clean silvery chrome god.

These bombings were a little different. They'd caught the perp on camera though he'd still gotten away. What made it worth the Doctor's attention was that it was someone new. Not Wily, not Bombermen (if they weren't just slaves to Wily), it was someone new. A man in comically bright purple, grinning as he detonated the bombs and doomed a dozen research staff to a blazing fiery death. Laughing even, chuckling at his own destruction. He wore a long blue cape - but it wasn't the creature that haunted his dreams - and actually wore his underwear over his purple jumpsuit! Some crazie who thought he was some kind of super hero, but a damn skilled one to have blasted into a RoboDyne R&D post. On the video, the crazie turned, and Robotnik saw a large 'J' emblazoned on his chest. The attached report had named the bomber 'Jack' for this reason.

Having read the report, and been made aware, Ivo Robotnik issued the death order, recorded a short speech for propaganda distribution, warned against any further interruptions, and re-loaded his design in progress. His wonderful metal god.

>>7089433

I'm missing something. Who's Bomber Jack?

>>7089507
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bomb_Jack
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mighty_Bomb_Jack

The Dragons are small time at the moment, but brother let me tell you about them. They weren't always street punks dressed up like NeoZeed wannabes. They were big. Then the Crash came, and they set into decline. They stayed big players in the City, for a time at least. I'd say about five years, then the rot really set in.

Before that though, they had it all. Politicians eating out of their hands; law enforcement too scared to touch them. They ran a hit on a president once - back when we still had a proper civil administration - and the secret service had to hire some unofficial trackers since they couldn't trust their own men. That's how deep they were into politics. That's the power of the Dragon Clan.

Nowadays of course, they ain't up to much. NeoZeed stole most of their business and top players, with Shadow Law is claiming everything Zeed hasn't already touched. Most people have them written off as wiped out - but me, I keep hearing that the Dragon is out there somewhere, bidding his time, rebuilding his clan way out in the far zones.

>>7089162

Actually, I forgot to state that the Fantasy Zone and the Dreamlands are one and the same. I got too taken away with writefagging about the Galaxy Force.

Aside from the city we also have the following locations:

Zebes: The secret hidden homeworld of the Chozo, a planet within the system, but deliberately hidden. It is the true birthplace of the MotherBrain, and the Chozo.
No mention of the Metroids proper, or their homeworld SRX-388. Though if I had to hazard a guess, I could see the Chozo using Metroids as a countermeasure to if they ever lost control over MB. They also have a counter agains't the metroids: Samus.

The Dreamlands: The dimension where Kirby resides, the land of horrific nightmarish monsters. Sometimes they find a way into the real world, and everytime they do this, it risks the Great Devourer that is Kirby following them into our world and consuming it.

Lylat System: Largely destroyed by the Sinistar's robot followers 20 years ago. Corneria and Katina are confirmed destroyed, the fate of other locations and planets remains a mystery.

The Pipes. The underworld of the city.

The wastes: King DD resides here, along with Donkey Kong. So mention of Kremlins or Diddy.

Mentions of Ninja Gaiden imply that the Demon World still exists, but no actual mention has occured.

Earth: Abandoned when overrun by the Invaders.

As of yet, no mention of the Dark World from Zelda 3 nor Koholint from Zelda 4. The wind fish being the Cthulhu of the setting.

Holy shit, 228 posts already? Jesus. This has been really great though, all of /tg/ contributing original content for a setting.

I think I'm going to do my best to compile everything and try writing a decent setting summary of everything that's occurred up to this point. I know there's other Anon going to do the same, but it never hurts to have another right? We can pick and choose the best of both then. To save from thread fatigue I'll wait at least a week though.

>>7089647
>Lylat System: Largely destroyed by the Sinistar's robot followers 20 years ago. Corneria and Katina are confirmed destroyed, the fate of other locations and planets remains a mystery.

Deep in the oceans sleeps the Wind Fish, the star being who flew on ether wings to the planet that is now our City. The Wind Fish slumbers in a zora-constructed temple, a mindbending construct of similar to the most malevolent of Hylian architecture.

Of those zones near the coasts, a few enlightened areas have had contact with the Zora. They are not wiped out - they have not been chased away by time nor toxic chemical. Under the protection of wards older than man, and their Father Jabu-Jabu, their wait, watch and guard. No sane man can fathom the mind of a zora, for it is so fundamentally inhuman.

In the deepest ocean, they and their living god give praise to the slumbering dead god, the Wind Fish. For the Wind Fish is not truly hindered by death, being a creature so utterly unearthly, so unlike anything fathomable by humankind. It slumbers and in its sleep it creates dreams which blur and shape new potentials. In this chaotic, ever-shifting realm possibilities may sometimes be born into new creatures, sometimes even new lands.

The zora sometimes ambush the poorer shipping firms, dragging off sailors for dark rituals. These unfortunates are dragging screaming into the very dream of the Wind Fish itself, to appease and delight the slumbering Ancient.

>>7089618

Ah, would the Ninja Clans be interwined? Until now we have the Dragons and Hayabusa?

>>7089768
And the Foot.

>>7089800

True that. Ah, talking about ninjas, can we grimdark Goemon?

>>7089813
>>7089800
>>7089768
Maybe the Ninja clans know each other intimately; perhaps they spring from the same source. And just where does all this near-magical ninjutsu come from anyway?

>>7089713

Everybody from the Starfox team is dead aside from Falco and one other (probably Peppy). The Galaxy Force just found the shattered wreck of the Great Fox with their Stasis Tubes inside, as well as some Arwings and Landmasters.

Go read my writefagging. It explains pretty much everything: >>7087476

>>7089813

And speaking of Ninjas, what about Zen?

>>7089880

Never heard of it.

Does anyone know what the plot behind Shatterhand was?

Oh wait nvm: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shatterhand

Oh jeebus this fits BEAUTIFULLY. We have GOT to fit it in somehow.

Where's that mad Russian, Karnov?

>>7089913
Zen, Intergalactic Ninja.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zen_the_Intergalactic_Ninja

>>7089918

That sounds familiar but I don't think I ever...

Right that's it. I'm off to vNES to play old NES games, and I encourage the lot of you to come with me.

http://www.virtualnes.com/

Try not to break their servers...

>>7089913
Just looked this up. Fucking hell, this looks awesome.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CJ-42KqgwXE

rolled 32 = 32

>>7089913

Same company did Shadow of the Ninja, which was FUCKING AWESOME.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TqxlpSp9uOo

They'd fit in quite easily into this storyline as rogue ninja's set out to stop one of the Big Three.

"Yeah, I know what you're thinking. You're right too... almost right. Most of the 'Com was wiped out in the second wave of the invasion. Yes, I said SECOND wave. You think wave after wave of those bug-like Invader warships were the first ones to the party?

Oh no. Oh, no no no. It started years before then, back on Earth, when there WAS an Earth. Started back when the abductions were slowly growing more and more common, when people's eyes turned to the stars with fear instead of wonder. That's when our lovely little corps came into being.

>>7090117

What's that? Urban legend? Heh. Yeah, kid. You go on believing that. Ever wonder just HOW we made such rapid advances in technology in just a few short decades? Ever wonder just where the science that made those precious Tanks, Gradius-fighters, Arwings, bioroids and Robot Masters possible came from?

We were trying to defend humanity from THEM before the Big Three were just a pipe dream in the minds of some lonely doctors. Urban legend my ass.

No, their science was made possible by a road of corpses stretching from hidden bases across the globe to crashed UFO after crashed UFO. Their science was made possible by a league of nameless men and women who labored in secret for a world that spat on them later.

More than that... they tore us apart. Our best scientists parceled out to the corporations that needed their minds, our research stolen by greedy suits, our bases annihilated by the foe we spent so much time fighting... But no. We endure.

>>7090133
CenCom, the Interceptor bases, SORESO, all might be broken rubble in the remains of a dead world, but those weren't the only cards in our hand.

The biggest mistake everyone's made was assuming while we kept an eye on the sky we didn't have an ear to the ground. You don't know half of what I'm talking about, but I know your boss does. Maybe five people in this whole damn city actually know who we were and what we did.

But that's exactly why they're going to be so afraid.

So we have to work undercover. So we don't have the backing we used to have. So we're outnumbered and outgunned. So what? You could kill nine out of ten of us and we'd keep coming. It's what we do.

The difference between turning humans into alien slaves and robot slaves is academic. We don't have all the pieces yet, but we will. You and MetPharm... Heh. Your boss decided to make war on humanity. A secret war, but a war nonetheless.

X-COM is used to fighting wars like that."

- Last words, unknown power armored soldier captured in an attack on a RoboDyne facility. Subject committed suicide by cyanide capsule five seconds afterward.

"Contra..." the man mumbles as he sucks on a cigar, blowing a cloud of bluish smoke into the air. "That brings me back."

I look at him a little puzzled. He's been mumbling all night. Every time he'd stop it was either to smoke some more or drink some more. I'd come here about a mysterious group from the times of the Crash. Contra. No one remembers them these days. Except for this old timer it seems.

"We were a group of thugs at first." He explains. "Nothing but low-life guns for hire before the invaders. Then," He pauses again. This time to take a swig from a Foot and Co. bottle of gin. "they came to earth."

He stares at a wall on the other side of the bar. His eyes unfocused as he seems to remember something.

"Then, one of the corps out of the blue hired us on.Gave us weapons told us to fight....And we did."

>>7089951
No, no, no. Do NOT go to that site. Not now. We're doing an awesome job on this and we can't get distracted now! If we start going there we'll lose focus and this will die on the vine. Stay on target!

>>7090408
The thread is getting ready to autosage. Possibly later today or tomorrow(If my girlfriend does not come over this weekend) I'll start posting non write-fag sums with detail.

>>7088209
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>>7088279
Did you READ the other thread? The WDL-Ds are Robonik's (failed) attempt at MeTools, used by King DDD and his hobo army.

Kirby's-or rather, Kyr'be's-Cultists are Cappies-humans who have smoothed off anything that could possibly ruin their rounded symmetry. They take the fact that he doesn't change after devouring them to mean that they are approaching his level of perfection.

All it means was that their souls were lost, long ago.