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Chapter 13: Exeggution! <_< gameboy, ruesap...get voting :]
Holy crap, I can escape in style!
I don't want to be the dirtbag and vote for myself, but CrossDragon was hoping for Gameboy to die.
And really, it'd be pretty neat to see.
Loving the story. C!! Also if this one wins, then um, can Mawile be in there?
:-)
EDIT: [QUOTE]C, but gatr eats truth for teh lulz[/QUOTE]
wtf no, if by eat you mean "gives truth a back massage, and then eats gameboy" then yeah sure, let's do that option.
I don't want to be the dirtbag and vote for myself, but CrossDragon was hoping for Gameboy to die.
And really, it'd be pretty neat to see.
Loving the story. C!! Also if this one wins, then um, can Mawile be in there?
:-)
EDIT: [QUOTE]C, but gatr eats truth for teh lulz[/QUOTE]
wtf no, if by eat you mean "gives truth a back massage, and then eats gameboy" then yeah sure, let's do that option.
It’s about bloody time! Update. And also, the season Finale!
Looks like C wins, but I’ll somehow try to cram in the invisible option D. (CrossDragon and Rose), and... well we’ll see what happens as we go along. First thing’s first: a story recap!
One Police Officer is murdered officer. Enter Million Daggers, private Eye, who battles the Fighting Dojo Master Jth. Million Daggers gets a beeper call from Iggy Koopa, the Head of Forensics at the Libelldra Station.
Million decides to get a drink at the ‘Short Man’, whereupon he is given information by the barman Menofuntall. He is subsequently attacked by a shady man named Ominous Doom. With Ominous Doom apparently dead, Million goes to Iggy to get a job and hopefully pay. Iggy shows him two corpses, two police officers, which MD cannot link together. Truthiness, a reporter, comes in and gives the detective a letter addressed to him. The letter beseeches MD to hunt down ‘creators’.
With the help of CrossDragon and Fantasty, Million realises that the ‘creators’ are actually ‘hackers’. A news report had confirmed, earlier in the day, that the gymleader Jth had been kidnapped and upon entering Lavender Town via Ninjask, CrossDragon has been kidnapped too.
Slowflake teaches MD about Arceus, but before any other useful information could be gleaned, the ineffable law of the RPG kicks him out of the room. It seems that CrossDragon has been kidnapped by the man named Ominous Doom.
MD meets Ruesap, a professor, working for the great Herr Paranoia of scientific fame. The visit the icy temple atop Mount, er, Rock Tunnel and become acquainted with Ranger Blitz ‘The Reaper’, an ex ANF Guard. Together they fly to GameFaqs prison to retrieve a certain artefact from its warden. The assassin Rose, who’s side is not yet established, is hot on their heels.
At the prison, the group are separated by a climatic battle which ends in the kidnap of MD and the defeat of the guard ‘L-Beast’. In the flurry of events, Rose disobeys direct orders and releases CrossDragon from his captivity. Meanwhile a boy named gameboy3333 and the reporter Truthiness run away from some rogue Exeggutor. And this is where today’s chapter, shall begin:
“Fera!” roared the gator, as gameboy3333 took the commotion as an opportunity to try and take a bite out of his beloved companion. Feraligatr shook its fierce head and decided to simply Dragon dance again, in an effort to appease his master. It kicked its heels into the ground and sped after Truthiness and his Mamoswine.
“You think we should fight?” Truthi shouted above the dust and clobber of Pokemon.
“Hellz yeah!” shouted gameboy, enthusiastically, “Turn, Gatr! Turn, turn, turn!”
“You too, Mamo,” said Truthi patting the giant boar. The Exeggutor were gaining, they had a Snowrunt’s chance in hell of surviving, and that chance was to fight their way out.
“Ice Shard, Mamo!”
“Ice Punch, Gatr!”
“Mamo!” “Fera!”
Mamoswine jumped back slightly from the recoil. A barrage of unnaturally large Ice pillars exploded from its hide. It grunted fiercly and bared its tusks to the screaming Coconut Pokemon.
In the distance one of them was hit by the deadly missile. “Tor!” it screamed in a high, guttural voice that should’ve only been heard in the most pestilential pits of the damned, or something along those lines. It fell to its knees and watched as a green, viscous substance, spread across its wine brown belly. The red glow left its eyes and it was promptly trampled by its merciless fellow Exeggutor. Some even heaved themselves on top of the wounded one and began to devour, viciously.
Gameboy3333 made the sign of the cross, or the closest Pokemon equivalent thereof. It was hard to tell. He was staring determinedly at his Feraligatr, which was running straight into the fray.
“Cover him Mamo!” Truthi yelled, and was answered by a deadly spray of ice which shot down the Exeggutor surrounding the twice DD’d gator. It tore through the Exeggutor in a brutal and sadistic fashion, opening up new holes in their bodies and often completely decapitating the others with its freezing fists. And then—
“Feraligatr!”
It had tried to eat one of the coconuts but could not fit them into its gaping maw. The zombie-like Exeggutor took there chance and avenged their comrades with a rapid Solar Beam fire. Feraligatr didn’t stand a chance. It collapsed to the ground, blood smearing its face, clutching its throbbing wound.
“Tor?” [gurh?]
Exeggutor surrounded the wounded Pokemon, like a gang of Mightyena would surround a sick Mareep. And gameboy did the unthinkable, he ran inside the circle. The biggest Exeggutor, opened its three mouths and lunged forward to take the first bite. It did not, however, expect to bite into a human boy. A gameboy, rather.
“Ergh,” coughed gameboy3333, “I got your back Gatr.”
Feraligatr blinked its eyes open weakly. “You know how I’ve always wanted to eat you?” gameboy continued, his face chalk white from blood loss, “It’s only because you...
Taste really, really, good”
Feraligatr blinked back tears. And in arguably the most stupid example fo Deus ex Machina, there was a voice.
“Mawile!”
The little metal rat thing hopped through the forest of Exeggutor and snatched gameboy3333, who was, according to the face of the pokemon that had taken a bite out of him, not as tasty as Feraligatr. Perhaps he didn’t taste good at all. Who’s to know?
Regardless, that Mawile had saved gameboy and jumped into the air. Seconds later, Truthi and Mamoswine broke into the understandably confused bunch of Egg pokemon.
“Fera?”
“Ice Fang!”
“SWINE”
“Exe—“ [fu—]
But their bad Pokemon words were never to come into fruition, for by that time, Mamoswine, Feraligatr, Truthiness and the profusely bleeding gameboy3333, had, like the great Elvis Presley before them, well and truly, left the building.
* * *
“I shouldn’t even be here...”
CrossDragon said nothing. They ran through the cold, stony dungeon.
“I shouldn’t have come,” said Rose, holding a gun in her hand tightly. She looked back, “If they catch me here...”
“They really want me out of the picture,” said Cross calmly. “And here was me thinking that they needed hackers.”
He laughed at this personal joke. Rose didn’t get this, nor did the audience who, I expect will not get it for a few more chapters. [/foreshadow]
“Dewgong, Ice Beam!”
“Dewgong!” bellowed the Pokemon and blasted a freezing blue beam at the wall, shattering it completely.
“So you disobey orders, for me?”
She pointed the gun at the man “Don’t bother, Cross,” she said, then to no one in particular, “I shouldn’t have wasted my time.”
“You’re friends with Doom?”
Rose gritted here teeth, and shot an alarm which was blaring fiercely above them.
She leapt out of the hole in the wall, and plunged into the icy waters below. Grabbing Dewgong by the neck, she stayed afloat. CrossDragon, however, had not one Pokeball in his belt, and had to be content with treading in the rough sea. He pointed back into the prison.
“Tyranitar’s in there!”
“Should’ve thought about that before, you called for help.”
CrossDragon was silent for a few moments, then he looked up.
“So this is a secret between us?”
Rose pointed her gun at him again, “You better believe it.”
“Then if your bosses ever ask... tell ‘em that they’ll have to hold of their plans, Cross Dragon’s back.”
Rose gave a knowing nod; then with a kick to Dewgong, they swam away. Without another word, CrossDragon swam to shore.
* * *
“Operation Ivy was a success?”
“Hmm...”
“Hmm...yes?”
“No, just hmm...”
A pause.
“The sunlight had worked. But the Exeggutor were easily outsmarted.”
“That may be a problem.”
“Hmm... but Groudon... the power...yess that power. The god of the Earth in our grasp!”
“Not nearly close enough to the power we need.”
“Agreed.”
“Hmm..yes... but Groudon. This beast is in a league of its own. With a couple more of its kind we can decimate the world. The universe is our Cloyster.”
“Indeed. We and our army of...”
“Ubbers?”
“What kind of stupid name is that?”
“I don’t know, I was just throwing names around.”
“But why ubbers?”
“Hmm.. yes!”
“What is it?”
“We can call the ubers. As in Ooobers.”
“Ooobers?”
“I quite like that. What does it mean?”
“I know what it means...”
Another pause.
“Good enough for me.”
“Wait, who stopped our army?”
“Some reporter and kid.”
“Well exterminate them.”
“As you wish sir, I will notify an operative immediately. Agent Rose is not responding to my messages.”
“Wait...”
“Sir?”
“Don’t assassinate them. These... rats.... flush them out. Groudon’s power did not harm them directly. This time we bring out—”
“Yess...The Leviathan?”
In the semi-darkness, there was, what seemed to be a firm nod.
“Let it rain.”
* * *
Million Daggers woke up. He was inside a metal chamber, surrounded by an eerie humming sound which seemed to permeate his body and rattle his bruised bones.
“Whm th fck?”
He realised he had a gag on his mouth as well. Crouching towards the wall, he began to vainly rub his handcuffs upon the wall, in an effort to break them. Something that seemed to always work in movies, but not today. Not in real life.
“Dinner!” came a voice.
And a plate of green slop was tossed inside. He realised how very hungry he was and on his knees, began to eat the muck.
The door creaked open.
“Oi, gerrof the ground!”
Million ignored the voice, until a kick in the ribs convinced him that perhaps, it was now the best time to, as they say, ‘gerrof the ground’.
“We’ll be landing soon,” said the voice which belonged to an unseen thug, “The cap’n wants ta see ya.” He tore the gag of Million’s face.
“Is the captain’s name Ominous Doom?” Million spat.
“We are Ominous Doom,” said the guard, artfully avoiding the question.
Then the thug, still unseen, and therefore, undescribed, bought Million to the captain’s quarters. It was not the hooded man who had captured him.
“Where’s that acolyte guy? Where’s Ominous Doom.”
“We are Ominous Doom.”
“You too?”
“The man who had captured you showed weakness, he was disposed off.”
In his mind, Million counted off the bodies. So two guys named Ominous Doom were now dead? What are the chances?
“Where are you taking me?” Million asked.
“The man laughed, “Why, where else? To pray forgiveness from Arceus, our Father, our Master, great God. We are taking you to judgement, detective, to Ominous Doom”
Million wished he had never asked the question. Then he figured it out. At first he thought these acolytes were indestructible zombie type jobbies, then he thought they were clones, but now...
“Ominous Doom isn’t a person,” he whispered, “It’s just another cult!”
“Au, contraire,” said the acolyte in a French sort of fashion, “There is indeed a p—
But Million was gone. He had leapt out of the emergency window. He had to get out of here. No way was he becoming a sacrifice for some crazy priests and their Pokemon. If was going to solve a crime, he would prefer doing it with his limbs intact.
But as he fell from the blistering heights, straight into the cold blue sea, he realised that maybe his limbs would’ve been better off inside the warm plane. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, he thought. Then as his clothes billowed in the wind, something fell out of his sock. The Pokeball!
Crossing his fingers on his handcuffed hands, he snatched the red orb in his teeth.
“Gho..,” he said, “Poshemoon!”
A flash of white. Maybe he was saved, out from the Pokeball came:
A.) Gyarados
B.) Rhyperior, with...er...Surf
C.) Tentacruel
D.) Seaking
And since is the final instalment of the first season, I’m goping to do something never before seen in a Libelldra CYOA... zomg 2 choices!
Where shall gameboy3333 and Truthi go?
A.)Save gameboy, get to a hospital
B.) Screw gameboy, go back and catch an Exeggutor
C.) Screw gameboy, go solve the mystery
D.) Screw gameboy, go to the beach
And that’s the thirteenth, (and somewhat short and unsatisfying) final chapter of Season 1!
Who are these criminals, with their Groudons and ‘hmm...yes’-ing? What side is Rose on? What’s CrossDragon doing? For that matter, what are the other characters doing? What the hell is Ominous Doom?
And where in the world is Carmen Sandiego?!
Find out in Million Daggers: Private Eye... season 2! Coming soon, to a topic near you!
Looks like C wins, but I’ll somehow try to cram in the invisible option D. (CrossDragon and Rose), and... well we’ll see what happens as we go along. First thing’s first: a story recap!
One Police Officer is murdered officer. Enter Million Daggers, private Eye, who battles the Fighting Dojo Master Jth. Million Daggers gets a beeper call from Iggy Koopa, the Head of Forensics at the Libelldra Station.
Million decides to get a drink at the ‘Short Man’, whereupon he is given information by the barman Menofuntall. He is subsequently attacked by a shady man named Ominous Doom. With Ominous Doom apparently dead, Million goes to Iggy to get a job and hopefully pay. Iggy shows him two corpses, two police officers, which MD cannot link together. Truthiness, a reporter, comes in and gives the detective a letter addressed to him. The letter beseeches MD to hunt down ‘creators’.
With the help of CrossDragon and Fantasty, Million realises that the ‘creators’ are actually ‘hackers’. A news report had confirmed, earlier in the day, that the gymleader Jth had been kidnapped and upon entering Lavender Town via Ninjask, CrossDragon has been kidnapped too.
Slowflake teaches MD about Arceus, but before any other useful information could be gleaned, the ineffable law of the RPG kicks him out of the room. It seems that CrossDragon has been kidnapped by the man named Ominous Doom.
MD meets Ruesap, a professor, working for the great Herr Paranoia of scientific fame. The visit the icy temple atop Mount, er, Rock Tunnel and become acquainted with Ranger Blitz ‘The Reaper’, an ex ANF Guard. Together they fly to GameFaqs prison to retrieve a certain artefact from its warden. The assassin Rose, who’s side is not yet established, is hot on their heels.
At the prison, the group are separated by a climatic battle which ends in the kidnap of MD and the defeat of the guard ‘L-Beast’. In the flurry of events, Rose disobeys direct orders and releases CrossDragon from his captivity. Meanwhile a boy named gameboy3333 and the reporter Truthiness run away from some rogue Exeggutor. And this is where today’s chapter, shall begin:
“Fera!” roared the gator, as gameboy3333 took the commotion as an opportunity to try and take a bite out of his beloved companion. Feraligatr shook its fierce head and decided to simply Dragon dance again, in an effort to appease his master. It kicked its heels into the ground and sped after Truthiness and his Mamoswine.
“You think we should fight?” Truthi shouted above the dust and clobber of Pokemon.
“Hellz yeah!” shouted gameboy, enthusiastically, “Turn, Gatr! Turn, turn, turn!”
“You too, Mamo,” said Truthi patting the giant boar. The Exeggutor were gaining, they had a Snowrunt’s chance in hell of surviving, and that chance was to fight their way out.
“Ice Shard, Mamo!”
“Ice Punch, Gatr!”
“Mamo!” “Fera!”
Mamoswine jumped back slightly from the recoil. A barrage of unnaturally large Ice pillars exploded from its hide. It grunted fiercly and bared its tusks to the screaming Coconut Pokemon.
In the distance one of them was hit by the deadly missile. “Tor!” it screamed in a high, guttural voice that should’ve only been heard in the most pestilential pits of the damned, or something along those lines. It fell to its knees and watched as a green, viscous substance, spread across its wine brown belly. The red glow left its eyes and it was promptly trampled by its merciless fellow Exeggutor. Some even heaved themselves on top of the wounded one and began to devour, viciously.
Gameboy3333 made the sign of the cross, or the closest Pokemon equivalent thereof. It was hard to tell. He was staring determinedly at his Feraligatr, which was running straight into the fray.
“Cover him Mamo!” Truthi yelled, and was answered by a deadly spray of ice which shot down the Exeggutor surrounding the twice DD’d gator. It tore through the Exeggutor in a brutal and sadistic fashion, opening up new holes in their bodies and often completely decapitating the others with its freezing fists. And then—
“Feraligatr!”
It had tried to eat one of the coconuts but could not fit them into its gaping maw. The zombie-like Exeggutor took there chance and avenged their comrades with a rapid Solar Beam fire. Feraligatr didn’t stand a chance. It collapsed to the ground, blood smearing its face, clutching its throbbing wound.
“Tor?” [gurh?]
Exeggutor surrounded the wounded Pokemon, like a gang of Mightyena would surround a sick Mareep. And gameboy did the unthinkable, he ran inside the circle. The biggest Exeggutor, opened its three mouths and lunged forward to take the first bite. It did not, however, expect to bite into a human boy. A gameboy, rather.
“Ergh,” coughed gameboy3333, “I got your back Gatr.”
Feraligatr blinked its eyes open weakly. “You know how I’ve always wanted to eat you?” gameboy continued, his face chalk white from blood loss, “It’s only because you...
Taste really, really, good”
Feraligatr blinked back tears. And in arguably the most stupid example fo Deus ex Machina, there was a voice.
“Mawile!”
The little metal rat thing hopped through the forest of Exeggutor and snatched gameboy3333, who was, according to the face of the pokemon that had taken a bite out of him, not as tasty as Feraligatr. Perhaps he didn’t taste good at all. Who’s to know?
Regardless, that Mawile had saved gameboy and jumped into the air. Seconds later, Truthi and Mamoswine broke into the understandably confused bunch of Egg pokemon.
“Fera?”
“Ice Fang!”
“SWINE”
“Exe—“ [fu—]
But their bad Pokemon words were never to come into fruition, for by that time, Mamoswine, Feraligatr, Truthiness and the profusely bleeding gameboy3333, had, like the great Elvis Presley before them, well and truly, left the building.
* * *
“I shouldn’t even be here...”
CrossDragon said nothing. They ran through the cold, stony dungeon.
“I shouldn’t have come,” said Rose, holding a gun in her hand tightly. She looked back, “If they catch me here...”
“They really want me out of the picture,” said Cross calmly. “And here was me thinking that they needed hackers.”
He laughed at this personal joke. Rose didn’t get this, nor did the audience who, I expect will not get it for a few more chapters. [/foreshadow]
“Dewgong, Ice Beam!”
“Dewgong!” bellowed the Pokemon and blasted a freezing blue beam at the wall, shattering it completely.
“So you disobey orders, for me?”
She pointed the gun at the man “Don’t bother, Cross,” she said, then to no one in particular, “I shouldn’t have wasted my time.”
“You’re friends with Doom?”
Rose gritted here teeth, and shot an alarm which was blaring fiercely above them.
She leapt out of the hole in the wall, and plunged into the icy waters below. Grabbing Dewgong by the neck, she stayed afloat. CrossDragon, however, had not one Pokeball in his belt, and had to be content with treading in the rough sea. He pointed back into the prison.
“Tyranitar’s in there!”
“Should’ve thought about that before, you called for help.”
CrossDragon was silent for a few moments, then he looked up.
“So this is a secret between us?”
Rose pointed her gun at him again, “You better believe it.”
“Then if your bosses ever ask... tell ‘em that they’ll have to hold of their plans, Cross Dragon’s back.”
Rose gave a knowing nod; then with a kick to Dewgong, they swam away. Without another word, CrossDragon swam to shore.
* * *
“Operation Ivy was a success?”
“Hmm...”
“Hmm...yes?”
“No, just hmm...”
A pause.
“The sunlight had worked. But the Exeggutor were easily outsmarted.”
“That may be a problem.”
“Hmm... but Groudon... the power...yess that power. The god of the Earth in our grasp!”
“Not nearly close enough to the power we need.”
“Agreed.”
“Hmm..yes... but Groudon. This beast is in a league of its own. With a couple more of its kind we can decimate the world. The universe is our Cloyster.”
“Indeed. We and our army of...”
“Ubbers?”
“What kind of stupid name is that?”
“I don’t know, I was just throwing names around.”
“But why ubbers?”
“Hmm.. yes!”
“What is it?”
“We can call the ubers. As in Ooobers.”
“Ooobers?”
“I quite like that. What does it mean?”
“I know what it means...”
Another pause.
“Good enough for me.”
“Wait, who stopped our army?”
“Some reporter and kid.”
“Well exterminate them.”
“As you wish sir, I will notify an operative immediately. Agent Rose is not responding to my messages.”
“Wait...”
“Sir?”
“Don’t assassinate them. These... rats.... flush them out. Groudon’s power did not harm them directly. This time we bring out—”
“Yess...The Leviathan?”
In the semi-darkness, there was, what seemed to be a firm nod.
“Let it rain.”
* * *
Million Daggers woke up. He was inside a metal chamber, surrounded by an eerie humming sound which seemed to permeate his body and rattle his bruised bones.
“Whm th fck?”
He realised he had a gag on his mouth as well. Crouching towards the wall, he began to vainly rub his handcuffs upon the wall, in an effort to break them. Something that seemed to always work in movies, but not today. Not in real life.
“Dinner!” came a voice.
And a plate of green slop was tossed inside. He realised how very hungry he was and on his knees, began to eat the muck.
The door creaked open.
“Oi, gerrof the ground!”
Million ignored the voice, until a kick in the ribs convinced him that perhaps, it was now the best time to, as they say, ‘gerrof the ground’.
“We’ll be landing soon,” said the voice which belonged to an unseen thug, “The cap’n wants ta see ya.” He tore the gag of Million’s face.
“Is the captain’s name Ominous Doom?” Million spat.
“We are Ominous Doom,” said the guard, artfully avoiding the question.
Then the thug, still unseen, and therefore, undescribed, bought Million to the captain’s quarters. It was not the hooded man who had captured him.
“Where’s that acolyte guy? Where’s Ominous Doom.”
“We are Ominous Doom.”
“You too?”
“The man who had captured you showed weakness, he was disposed off.”
In his mind, Million counted off the bodies. So two guys named Ominous Doom were now dead? What are the chances?
“Where are you taking me?” Million asked.
“The man laughed, “Why, where else? To pray forgiveness from Arceus, our Father, our Master, great God. We are taking you to judgement, detective, to Ominous Doom”
Million wished he had never asked the question. Then he figured it out. At first he thought these acolytes were indestructible zombie type jobbies, then he thought they were clones, but now...
“Ominous Doom isn’t a person,” he whispered, “It’s just another cult!”
“Au, contraire,” said the acolyte in a French sort of fashion, “There is indeed a p—
But Million was gone. He had leapt out of the emergency window. He had to get out of here. No way was he becoming a sacrifice for some crazy priests and their Pokemon. If was going to solve a crime, he would prefer doing it with his limbs intact.
But as he fell from the blistering heights, straight into the cold blue sea, he realised that maybe his limbs would’ve been better off inside the warm plane. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, he thought. Then as his clothes billowed in the wind, something fell out of his sock. The Pokeball!
Crossing his fingers on his handcuffed hands, he snatched the red orb in his teeth.
“Gho..,” he said, “Poshemoon!”
A flash of white. Maybe he was saved, out from the Pokeball came:
A.) Gyarados
B.) Rhyperior, with...er...Surf
C.) Tentacruel
D.) Seaking
And since is the final instalment of the first season, I’m goping to do something never before seen in a Libelldra CYOA... zomg 2 choices!
Where shall gameboy3333 and Truthi go?
A.)Save gameboy, get to a hospital
B.) Screw gameboy, go back and catch an Exeggutor
C.) Screw gameboy, go solve the mystery
D.) Screw gameboy, go to the beach
And that’s the thirteenth, (and somewhat short and unsatisfying) final chapter of Season 1!
Who are these criminals, with their Groudons and ‘hmm...yes’-ing? What side is Rose on? What’s CrossDragon doing? For that matter, what are the other characters doing? What the hell is Ominous Doom?
And where in the world is Carmen Sandiego?!
Find out in Million Daggers: Private Eye... season 2! Coming soon, to a topic near you!