by EmperorJeramyu » Thu Jul 22, 2004 9:06 pm
As promised, here's part 3. Let's just say the last two parts were the pilot episode. Now the OAV begins!
"Thievery Abound"
The bus was away, and the brave crestfallen were on their journey to save Lun from the conveniently anonymous guys. Their journey would be full of danger, of perilous, life-threatening situations, of many hours of trying to find ways to kill each other with the recliner chair. But they were up to the challenge.
“So who’s driving this thing?” Exiled asked nonchalantly.
“Trivia-Bot.” Porter replied, strumming a few chords on his guitar.
“I didn’t know it could drive.”
“Neither did I.”
Trivia-Bot sat happily at the wheel, still spouting off questions. “Time’s up! The answer was: ‘You ask me to kill a man I do not know’. No current point leaders. Question #8456: ‘Unscramble this word: obobs’.”
“Boobs!”
“Correct! Jeramyu take the lead with one point!”
Glenn approached Bill, who was busily stabbing a man to death. “Hey Bill. Who’re you killing?”
“Dunno.” Bill responded, carving dumb shapes into the man’s ribs.
“You don’t know? There are only so many people on this bus.” Glenn responded, raising an eyebrow.
“No, I got him from my closet.”
“Your closet?”
“Yeah, I store humans in my closet.”
“Ah. I see.”
Jeramyu was busy, hammering away at his GBA. “Watch this! I can beat the game with my eyes closed!” He shouted excitedly, only to have Iteroth trip and spill a can of beer on the Game boy, causing it to fizz and explode.
“Whoops. My bad.” Iteroth lamented.
“No problem. I have my own dimensional tear, where I store a perpetual amount of GBAs.” Jeramyu responded.
Just then, red lights began splashing throughout the main cabin of the bus.
“WARNING: UNAUTHORIZED ACCESS TO THE WEAPONS CACHE. SPEAKING OF CACHE, I’M REAL SHORT OF IT RIGHT NOW.” The alarm message started going off topic.
“Excell! Not again!” Jeramyu shouted angrily, getting his hand stuck in the seatbelt.
“It wasn’t me this time! I’ve been too busy playing trivia!” Excell responded, “Proclamation!”
“Correct! You get a tazer, for getting the last 800 questions right!” Trivia-Bot responded.
“Yay!”
Jeramyu, Porter, and Iteroth dashed valiantly through the hallway of the bus, eventually reached the titanium-reinforced door to the weapons cache.
“It’s been melted open.” Porter remarked, burning off a finger in the liquidated door.
The drugs had brought Iteroth into a thoughtful state. “Hmmm… now who go so far as to use pyrotechnics, and have a profound urge to kill?”
The three looked at each other comically. “Strayed Wanderer!!!”
Jeramyu stepped inside. “Looks like he took the GTG Sub-atomic missile launcher, and a few clips of rockets.”
Iteroth stepped in again. “He must be trying to launch them from the roof. But at what?”
“No time to think. Let’s go.” Porter urged.
“Finally, I can destroy that accursed Newbie forever.” Strayed muttered, setting up the missile launcher to the top of the bus.
Out in the distance, a small cabin stood out, surrounded by statues and likenesses of Rhue, with several billboards to boot.
Strayed let out an evil chuckle, and put his eye to the scope. “First Newbie, then Jeramyu, and the world!!!”
“STOP]!!!” Jeramyu yelled, leaping up on to the roof.
“Not now. Can’t you see I’m trying to spread some radiation?” Strayed replied in an annoyed tone.
Jeramyu glanced at the cabin, and then back. “A little rivalry with the newb is fine, but commandeering a nuclear weapon to do so?”
“I thought it was rather quaint.” Strayed exclaimed, shrugging his shoulders.
Jeramyu spat in disgust. The spit flew back in his face. “Besides, when did we give you permission to operate long-range concussive weaponry?”
“Yeah?” said War, stepping out of a plot hole.
“Curses!” Strayed sulked. War charged at Strayed, sending him sprawling off the bus with a macho body slam.
“Only I have permission to do that.” War remarked, dusting off his hands.
Jeramyu blinked. “Ok… I wasn’t thinking of lacerating his skin like that, but whatever. Let’s go play Freelancer.”
More to come later!
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