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I happened to be watching Terminator 1 and 2 recently, so I decieded to do a SR version. Add to it if youíd likeÖ All the characters in this are purely fictional, and any likenesses to actual Foggers is purely conincidental ;-)
The Tiltawhirl 1000 straightened up, its eyes roving.
ìKill TBNî
The message flashed in front of its eyes, alerting it to its mission. Made of molten Nintendo, it looked about for a carÖ
Bonus looked around, shotgun held over his shoulder, searching for the person he was supposed to be guarding. The message Phil Harrison, Sony America chairman, had drilled into him in the future. ë Turbonutter is vital to the survival of the Playstation 3 against the Gamesphere. He must survive. At all costs.í.
He must find the young gamer, before the T-1000 did.
Turbonutter stood in his garden, rifle set against his shoulder, target range set out. He span, sighting and shooting in one moment. The SNES shattered, fragments flying everwhere. Second shot. The GBA flew out of the tree, propelled by the bullet set squarely in the middle of the screen. TBN sighted carefully, the minute Gamecube, surely beyond his skillsÖ..A bullet landed squarely in the centre. TBN looked smug, but what? The Gamecube was flowing, moving upwards to form a human shape.
ì Tiltawhirl? What the?î
The T-1000 smiled coolly, and moved towards his target, hand already shaping into a console designed to cove in the rebels head.
ìDuckî
Bonus leapt over the fence, spinning his shotgun into firing mode. A hole appeared in the purple casing of the T-1000. Bonus grabbed TBN and pulled him over the fence.
ì But my PS2! I canít leave it!î
ì Your PS2 is already dead.î Said Bonus coolly.
ìNo!î TBN wouldnít believe it.
Bonus pulled TBN into a waiting truck, as Tiltawhirl-1000 smashed through the fence, twin SNESís working in tandem to reduce the wood to splinters.
ì What is that?î said TBN, horror on his face.
ì The pure embodiment of Nintendo. Rebuilt in the 2020ís by Nintendo, from the most dedicated Ninty ever, to hunt down and smash the loyal Sony fans. We live in hidingÖî Bonus paused from the explanation to grab a PS1 from the back seat. He struck a match, lit the cord sticking out of the machine and threw it speedily at the feet of the T-1000.
Smoke and parts exploded everywhere, and the machine flew backwards. Bonus reversed speedily and accelerated.
ì We live in hiding, protecting our ways in secret. Nintendo intended to wipe us all out, but one man showed us the way. That was you, Turbo. You showed us to exploit the weaknesses in the Ninty way. You helped build the PS3, our ultimate weapon against the GameSphereís control. We had won! But we discovered experimental technology in Nintendoís secret bunker. After destroying the fat, 90yr old plumber guarding it, we discovered what seemed to be a ordinary green pipe. But we knew Nintendo better than that! We travelled back in time to now, where you are vunerable. Only I can protect you from that, the Tiltawhirl-1000. Molten Nintendo. Experimental model.î
TBN sat back in his seat, shocked at what he had heard. He was mankindís only hope from the oppression of a fat plumber and his Ninty army.
The T-1000 looked at the escaping car. He looked down at the shattered GBA, and smiled as it was reabsorbed into his own body. Sony would not win. Nintendo would rule againÖ. He needed a human form to assumeÖ He looked across at the lake, and saw a girl paddling across.
ì Say, thatís a nice canoe!í
Iguana looked up at him questioningly.
ì Can you talk little girl?î
She pointed at the inscription on the canoe. Silent Jess.
He smiled evilly.
ì Perfect.î
ì Tiltawhirl led the Nintyís in the early 21st century. He led them so well the PS2 was hard-pressed to maintain its dominance. But Sonyís attempt at the handheld market was the turning point. We reversed the Gameboyís dominance!í
Turbo listened, fascinated, as Bonus laid it all out.
ì But Nintendo couldnít let that happen. The T(iltawhirl) ñ 800 was born, half man, half Nintendo. He led them in an assault on our strongholds. It wasÖî
Bonus broke off.
ì It can assume any form it touches. It can even become a PS2 fan. Itís horrible, I know, but it could be coming at you from any angle. You canít trust any of them, the notables, the WLTers, not even the present day me.í
A horrified look shot across Turboís faceÖ.
More to come, maybe...It's my first FOG story anyways. No offense meant guys, I'm not really a console person..
Stryke.
The Tiltawhirl 1000 straightened up, its eyes roving.
ìKill TBNî
The message flashed in front of its eyes, alerting it to its mission. Made of molten Nintendo, it looked about for a carÖ
Bonus looked around, shotgun held over his shoulder, searching for the person he was supposed to be guarding. The message Phil Harrison, Sony America chairman, had drilled into him in the future. ë Turbonutter is vital to the survival of the Playstation 3 against the Gamesphere. He must survive. At all costs.í.
He must find the young gamer, before the T-1000 did.
Turbonutter stood in his garden, rifle set against his shoulder, target range set out. He span, sighting and shooting in one moment. The SNES shattered, fragments flying everwhere. Second shot. The GBA flew out of the tree, propelled by the bullet set squarely in the middle of the screen. TBN sighted carefully, the minute Gamecube, surely beyond his skillsÖ..A bullet landed squarely in the centre. TBN looked smug, but what? The Gamecube was flowing, moving upwards to form a human shape.
ì Tiltawhirl? What the?î
The T-1000 smiled coolly, and moved towards his target, hand already shaping into a console designed to cove in the rebels head.
ìDuckî
Bonus leapt over the fence, spinning his shotgun into firing mode. A hole appeared in the purple casing of the T-1000. Bonus grabbed TBN and pulled him over the fence.
ì But my PS2! I canít leave it!î
ì Your PS2 is already dead.î Said Bonus coolly.
ìNo!î TBN wouldnít believe it.
Bonus pulled TBN into a waiting truck, as Tiltawhirl-1000 smashed through the fence, twin SNESís working in tandem to reduce the wood to splinters.
ì What is that?î said TBN, horror on his face.
ì The pure embodiment of Nintendo. Rebuilt in the 2020ís by Nintendo, from the most dedicated Ninty ever, to hunt down and smash the loyal Sony fans. We live in hidingÖî Bonus paused from the explanation to grab a PS1 from the back seat. He struck a match, lit the cord sticking out of the machine and threw it speedily at the feet of the T-1000.
Smoke and parts exploded everywhere, and the machine flew backwards. Bonus reversed speedily and accelerated.
ì We live in hiding, protecting our ways in secret. Nintendo intended to wipe us all out, but one man showed us the way. That was you, Turbo. You showed us to exploit the weaknesses in the Ninty way. You helped build the PS3, our ultimate weapon against the GameSphereís control. We had won! But we discovered experimental technology in Nintendoís secret bunker. After destroying the fat, 90yr old plumber guarding it, we discovered what seemed to be a ordinary green pipe. But we knew Nintendo better than that! We travelled back in time to now, where you are vunerable. Only I can protect you from that, the Tiltawhirl-1000. Molten Nintendo. Experimental model.î
TBN sat back in his seat, shocked at what he had heard. He was mankindís only hope from the oppression of a fat plumber and his Ninty army.
The T-1000 looked at the escaping car. He looked down at the shattered GBA, and smiled as it was reabsorbed into his own body. Sony would not win. Nintendo would rule againÖ. He needed a human form to assumeÖ He looked across at the lake, and saw a girl paddling across.
ì Say, thatís a nice canoe!í
Iguana looked up at him questioningly.
ì Can you talk little girl?î
She pointed at the inscription on the canoe. Silent Jess.
He smiled evilly.
ì Perfect.î
ì Tiltawhirl led the Nintyís in the early 21st century. He led them so well the PS2 was hard-pressed to maintain its dominance. But Sonyís attempt at the handheld market was the turning point. We reversed the Gameboyís dominance!í
Turbo listened, fascinated, as Bonus laid it all out.
ì But Nintendo couldnít let that happen. The T(iltawhirl) ñ 800 was born, half man, half Nintendo. He led them in an assault on our strongholds. It wasÖî
Bonus broke off.
ì It can assume any form it touches. It can even become a PS2 fan. Itís horrible, I know, but it could be coming at you from any angle. You canít trust any of them, the notables, the WLTers, not even the present day me.í
A horrified look shot across Turboís faceÖ.
More to come, maybe...It's my first FOG story anyways. No offense meant guys, I'm not really a console person..
Stryke.
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(Help Iím being made to continue)
.. Then the sound of smashing glass and the revving of an almighty engine caused TBN to cover his face from the flying shards. The T-1000 cringed in the glaring headlights of the motorbike, which flew over TBNís head and screeched to a halt just before him. He didnít have time to recognise the driver. Vision dimmed with blood and sweat, he was pulled onto the back of the bike without word nor warning. The serrated edge of the window tore his flaying arms as the bike soared through the window once more, hit the tarmac street and speeded into the growing darkness.
The T-1000 scanned the area. No living life forms in vicinity. Primary target: Gone.
Picking itís way through the rubble it made itís way out onto the street. Silence all around. Without another glance at the rest of itís surroundings it made itís way along the road on which the motorbike had vanished.
The lights flickered on, illuminating the giant hallway, scattered with boxes and boxes of who knows what. TBN got off the bike, his hazy vision beginning to lessen. Slowly, he began to make out the form of that who had rescued him for the T-1000.
ìPhil?î He said, stunned. ìBut, youíre dead..î
Phil turned around and handed TBN a towel.
ìWash the blood off.î He said. TBN did so, wincing at the slashes on his forehead caused by the flying glass.
ìBut, Phil, Youíre alive. How..î
ìNot dead. Unconscious. If thereís one weak spot in that- that thing, itís that itís too focussed on itís prime target. Didnít make sure I was dead. As soon as I recovered I grabbed the bike and came after you. I knew itíd be after you as soon as possibleî
TBN looked stunned for a moment.
ìBut, whatís all this?î
Phil smiled for a minute then opened the nearest box. TBN looked in. Guns.
ìTheyíre all full of them and ammo. My personal warehouseî
TBN gazed around the hall, marvelling at the amount of firepower in this one room.
ìHow did it find you?î
ìWhat?î asked TBN, still staring bemusedly round.
ìHow did the T-1000 find you?î
ìI phoned Iggy.. Or it.. Or.. I donít know..î
ìWhy the hell did you phone her! I thought bonus wouldíve made it clear not to contact anyone. You know the T-1000 can assume any shape. You canít trust anyone. Not even me.î Spoke Phil, furiously.
ìSheíd be dead by now if I hadnít told her to get away from hereî
ìLooks like she already is. Along with Bonus.î
TBN glared at Phil for a second.
ìWe donít know theyíre dead.î
ìWe could safely presume so.î
TBN, fighting back the urge to hit something, said calmly:
ìSo then, what do we do?î
--
Nuhh.. thatíll do..
.. Then the sound of smashing glass and the revving of an almighty engine caused TBN to cover his face from the flying shards. The T-1000 cringed in the glaring headlights of the motorbike, which flew over TBNís head and screeched to a halt just before him. He didnít have time to recognise the driver. Vision dimmed with blood and sweat, he was pulled onto the back of the bike without word nor warning. The serrated edge of the window tore his flaying arms as the bike soared through the window once more, hit the tarmac street and speeded into the growing darkness.
The T-1000 scanned the area. No living life forms in vicinity. Primary target: Gone.
Picking itís way through the rubble it made itís way out onto the street. Silence all around. Without another glance at the rest of itís surroundings it made itís way along the road on which the motorbike had vanished.
The lights flickered on, illuminating the giant hallway, scattered with boxes and boxes of who knows what. TBN got off the bike, his hazy vision beginning to lessen. Slowly, he began to make out the form of that who had rescued him for the T-1000.
ìPhil?î He said, stunned. ìBut, youíre dead..î
Phil turned around and handed TBN a towel.
ìWash the blood off.î He said. TBN did so, wincing at the slashes on his forehead caused by the flying glass.
ìBut, Phil, Youíre alive. How..î
ìNot dead. Unconscious. If thereís one weak spot in that- that thing, itís that itís too focussed on itís prime target. Didnít make sure I was dead. As soon as I recovered I grabbed the bike and came after you. I knew itíd be after you as soon as possibleî
TBN looked stunned for a moment.
ìBut, whatís all this?î
Phil smiled for a minute then opened the nearest box. TBN looked in. Guns.
ìTheyíre all full of them and ammo. My personal warehouseî
TBN gazed around the hall, marvelling at the amount of firepower in this one room.
ìHow did it find you?î
ìWhat?î asked TBN, still staring bemusedly round.
ìHow did the T-1000 find you?î
ìI phoned Iggy.. Or it.. Or.. I donít know..î
ìWhy the hell did you phone her! I thought bonus wouldíve made it clear not to contact anyone. You know the T-1000 can assume any shape. You canít trust anyone. Not even me.î Spoke Phil, furiously.
ìSheíd be dead by now if I hadnít told her to get away from hereî
ìLooks like she already is. Along with Bonus.î
TBN glared at Phil for a second.
ìWe donít know theyíre dead.î
ìWe could safely presume so.î
TBN, fighting back the urge to hit something, said calmly:
ìSo then, what do we do?î
--
Nuhh.. thatíll do..
"TBN" said Bonus" You CANNOT warn any of the others. Do you understand me?"
TBN nodded slowly, hating the fact he was lying. As soon as Bonus turned back to the table to prep more PSX bombs, he reached for his mobile...
T-1000 glanced down at the ringing mobile
" Iggy?" A hurried voice, quiet. Voice files searching, match acquired. Primary Target : Turbonutter. Establish trace. Searching...
" Iggy, get out of town. Now. There's...something. I don't know what it is. Iggy?"
Search completed. Match acquired.
The phone fell to the floor of as T-1000 moved forwards, into a run.
TBN glanced down at the phone, worry creasing his face.
Something was wrong. Bonus glanced over.
" You OK?"
TBN swallowed.
" Yeah." He looked at the phone again. "Yeah. I'm...
The door smashed in, suddenly. Bonus was thrown backwards, as...Iguana strode through the door.
" Iggy?" said TBN. "What the?"
Iguana said nothing. Her eyes searched, locked on TBN. The hand moled, swarming into a weapon...
"DOWN!" Bonus leapt at Iguana, shotgun swung into firing position. The machine turning, and swiped at the Sony soldier.
" RUN! TBN! Contact...."
The sentence swarmed off as the T-1000 closed in on Bonus.
TBN stared, disbelief on his face that his friend could be slaughtering his protector. Then a hand smashed through the window, grabbed TBN by the collar and dragged him through the window. The last thing he saw before leaving to room was Bonus, on the floor, Iguana looming over him...
TBN nodded slowly, hating the fact he was lying. As soon as Bonus turned back to the table to prep more PSX bombs, he reached for his mobile...
T-1000 glanced down at the ringing mobile
" Iggy?" A hurried voice, quiet. Voice files searching, match acquired. Primary Target : Turbonutter. Establish trace. Searching...
" Iggy, get out of town. Now. There's...something. I don't know what it is. Iggy?"
Search completed. Match acquired.
The phone fell to the floor of as T-1000 moved forwards, into a run.
TBN glanced down at the phone, worry creasing his face.
Something was wrong. Bonus glanced over.
" You OK?"
TBN swallowed.
" Yeah." He looked at the phone again. "Yeah. I'm...
The door smashed in, suddenly. Bonus was thrown backwards, as...Iguana strode through the door.
" Iggy?" said TBN. "What the?"
Iguana said nothing. Her eyes searched, locked on TBN. The hand moled, swarming into a weapon...
"DOWN!" Bonus leapt at Iguana, shotgun swung into firing position. The machine turning, and swiped at the Sony soldier.
" RUN! TBN! Contact...."
The sentence swarmed off as the T-1000 closed in on Bonus.
TBN stared, disbelief on his face that his friend could be slaughtering his protector. Then a hand smashed through the window, grabbed TBN by the collar and dragged him through the window. The last thing he saw before leaving to room was Bonus, on the floor, Iguana looming over him...
Only a short bit...
The T-1000 walked down the street, looking happy as people nodded amicably to him.
"Jess, hey Jess!"
The machine turned its head.
"Did you hear about TBN? Jeez, man, his garden shredded, and worst of all, his PS2 is gone. That must mean, I dunno. Look, heres his controller. He never leaves that behind.."
Human. Male. Cochasian. The T-1000 scrolled down its extensive files.
Reaper - aka Phil. Leader of the oV cult. Formed 2001. 2003 becomes hidden underground cult. 2007 launchs strikes against Nintendo bunkers. 2009 sabotages production of Nintendo GBAA...
"Hey, look at this." The T-1000 held up a hand. Reaper looked at it questionly.
" Jess, you alright? Your hand is kinda wierd..."
The T-1000 moved swiftly, its hand morphing into weapon as prefered by Nintys.
" A RED SHELL? Jess, what the?"
The T-1000 struck, quietly. It dragged the unconscious oV leader into a nearby alley. One enemy of Nintendo down. Sub-Targets to be struck - Minus One. Primary Target - Searching...
The T-1000 struck off in a new direction, hand changing back smoothly...
More to come, later.
The T-1000 walked down the street, looking happy as people nodded amicably to him.
"Jess, hey Jess!"
The machine turned its head.
"Did you hear about TBN? Jeez, man, his garden shredded, and worst of all, his PS2 is gone. That must mean, I dunno. Look, heres his controller. He never leaves that behind.."
Human. Male. Cochasian. The T-1000 scrolled down its extensive files.
Reaper - aka Phil. Leader of the oV cult. Formed 2001. 2003 becomes hidden underground cult. 2007 launchs strikes against Nintendo bunkers. 2009 sabotages production of Nintendo GBAA...
"Hey, look at this." The T-1000 held up a hand. Reaper looked at it questionly.
" Jess, you alright? Your hand is kinda wierd..."
The T-1000 moved swiftly, its hand morphing into weapon as prefered by Nintys.
" A RED SHELL? Jess, what the?"
The T-1000 struck, quietly. It dragged the unconscious oV leader into a nearby alley. One enemy of Nintendo down. Sub-Targets to be struck - Minus One. Primary Target - Searching...
The T-1000 struck off in a new direction, hand changing back smoothly...
More to come, later.
Stryke wrote:
> Gah, you'll say lol to anything, you drugged up person, but thanks.
Lol
...
...
...
DAMMIT!
:-)
> Gah, you'll say lol to anything, you drugged up person, but thanks.
Lol
...
...
...
DAMMIT!
:-)
Gah, you'll say lol to anything, you drugged up person, but thanks.
LOL!
Go Gaz :)
Very nice. Still offended by being called "little"
Hmph.
Very nice. Still offended by being called "little"
Hmph.
I happened to be watching Terminator 1 and 2 recently, so I decieded to do a SR version. Add to it if youíd likeÖ All the characters in this are purely fictional, and any likenesses to actual Foggers is purely conincidental ;-)
The Tiltawhirl 1000 straightened up, its eyes roving.
ìKill TBNî
The message flashed in front of its eyes, alerting it to its mission. Made of molten Nintendo, it looked about for a carÖ
Bonus looked around, shotgun held over his shoulder, searching for the person he was supposed to be guarding. The message Phil Harrison, Sony America chairman, had drilled into him in the future. ë Turbonutter is vital to the survival of the Playstation 3 against the Gamesphere. He must survive. At all costs.í.
He must find the young gamer, before the T-1000 did.
Turbonutter stood in his garden, rifle set against his shoulder, target range set out. He span, sighting and shooting in one moment. The SNES shattered, fragments flying everwhere. Second shot. The GBA flew out of the tree, propelled by the bullet set squarely in the middle of the screen. TBN sighted carefully, the minute Gamecube, surely beyond his skillsÖ..A bullet landed squarely in the centre. TBN looked smug, but what? The Gamecube was flowing, moving upwards to form a human shape.
ì Tiltawhirl? What the?î
The T-1000 smiled coolly, and moved towards his target, hand already shaping into a console designed to cove in the rebels head.
ìDuckî
Bonus leapt over the fence, spinning his shotgun into firing mode. A hole appeared in the purple casing of the T-1000. Bonus grabbed TBN and pulled him over the fence.
ì But my PS2! I canít leave it!î
ì Your PS2 is already dead.î Said Bonus coolly.
ìNo!î TBN wouldnít believe it.
Bonus pulled TBN into a waiting truck, as Tiltawhirl-1000 smashed through the fence, twin SNESís working in tandem to reduce the wood to splinters.
ì What is that?î said TBN, horror on his face.
ì The pure embodiment of Nintendo. Rebuilt in the 2020ís by Nintendo, from the most dedicated Ninty ever, to hunt down and smash the loyal Sony fans. We live in hidingÖî Bonus paused from the explanation to grab a PS1 from the back seat. He struck a match, lit the cord sticking out of the machine and threw it speedily at the feet of the T-1000.
Smoke and parts exploded everywhere, and the machine flew backwards. Bonus reversed speedily and accelerated.
ì We live in hiding, protecting our ways in secret. Nintendo intended to wipe us all out, but one man showed us the way. That was you, Turbo. You showed us to exploit the weaknesses in the Ninty way. You helped build the PS3, our ultimate weapon against the GameSphereís control. We had won! But we discovered experimental technology in Nintendoís secret bunker. After destroying the fat, 90yr old plumber guarding it, we discovered what seemed to be a ordinary green pipe. But we knew Nintendo better than that! We travelled back in time to now, where you are vunerable. Only I can protect you from that, the Tiltawhirl-1000. Molten Nintendo. Experimental model.î
TBN sat back in his seat, shocked at what he had heard. He was mankindís only hope from the oppression of a fat plumber and his Ninty army.
The T-1000 looked at the escaping car. He looked down at the shattered GBA, and smiled as it was reabsorbed into his own body. Sony would not win. Nintendo would rule againÖ. He needed a human form to assumeÖ He looked across at the lake, and saw a girl paddling across.
ì Say, thatís a nice canoe!í
Iguana looked up at him questioningly.
ì Can you talk little girl?î
She pointed at the inscription on the canoe. Silent Jess.
He smiled evilly.
ì Perfect.î
ì Tiltawhirl led the Nintyís in the early 21st century. He led them so well the PS2 was hard-pressed to maintain its dominance. But Sonyís attempt at the handheld market was the turning point. We reversed the Gameboyís dominance!í
Turbo listened, fascinated, as Bonus laid it all out.
ì But Nintendo couldnít let that happen. The T(iltawhirl) ñ 800 was born, half man, half Nintendo. He led them in an assault on our strongholds. It wasÖî
Bonus broke off.
ì It can assume any form it touches. It can even become a PS2 fan. Itís horrible, I know, but it could be coming at you from any angle. You canít trust any of them, the notables, the WLTers, not even the present day me.í
A horrified look shot across Turboís faceÖ.
More to come, maybe...It's my first FOG story anyways. No offense meant guys, I'm not really a console person..
Stryke.
The Tiltawhirl 1000 straightened up, its eyes roving.
ìKill TBNî
The message flashed in front of its eyes, alerting it to its mission. Made of molten Nintendo, it looked about for a carÖ
Bonus looked around, shotgun held over his shoulder, searching for the person he was supposed to be guarding. The message Phil Harrison, Sony America chairman, had drilled into him in the future. ë Turbonutter is vital to the survival of the Playstation 3 against the Gamesphere. He must survive. At all costs.í.
He must find the young gamer, before the T-1000 did.
Turbonutter stood in his garden, rifle set against his shoulder, target range set out. He span, sighting and shooting in one moment. The SNES shattered, fragments flying everwhere. Second shot. The GBA flew out of the tree, propelled by the bullet set squarely in the middle of the screen. TBN sighted carefully, the minute Gamecube, surely beyond his skillsÖ..A bullet landed squarely in the centre. TBN looked smug, but what? The Gamecube was flowing, moving upwards to form a human shape.
ì Tiltawhirl? What the?î
The T-1000 smiled coolly, and moved towards his target, hand already shaping into a console designed to cove in the rebels head.
ìDuckî
Bonus leapt over the fence, spinning his shotgun into firing mode. A hole appeared in the purple casing of the T-1000. Bonus grabbed TBN and pulled him over the fence.
ì But my PS2! I canít leave it!î
ì Your PS2 is already dead.î Said Bonus coolly.
ìNo!î TBN wouldnít believe it.
Bonus pulled TBN into a waiting truck, as Tiltawhirl-1000 smashed through the fence, twin SNESís working in tandem to reduce the wood to splinters.
ì What is that?î said TBN, horror on his face.
ì The pure embodiment of Nintendo. Rebuilt in the 2020ís by Nintendo, from the most dedicated Ninty ever, to hunt down and smash the loyal Sony fans. We live in hidingÖî Bonus paused from the explanation to grab a PS1 from the back seat. He struck a match, lit the cord sticking out of the machine and threw it speedily at the feet of the T-1000.
Smoke and parts exploded everywhere, and the machine flew backwards. Bonus reversed speedily and accelerated.
ì We live in hiding, protecting our ways in secret. Nintendo intended to wipe us all out, but one man showed us the way. That was you, Turbo. You showed us to exploit the weaknesses in the Ninty way. You helped build the PS3, our ultimate weapon against the GameSphereís control. We had won! But we discovered experimental technology in Nintendoís secret bunker. After destroying the fat, 90yr old plumber guarding it, we discovered what seemed to be a ordinary green pipe. But we knew Nintendo better than that! We travelled back in time to now, where you are vunerable. Only I can protect you from that, the Tiltawhirl-1000. Molten Nintendo. Experimental model.î
TBN sat back in his seat, shocked at what he had heard. He was mankindís only hope from the oppression of a fat plumber and his Ninty army.
The T-1000 looked at the escaping car. He looked down at the shattered GBA, and smiled as it was reabsorbed into his own body. Sony would not win. Nintendo would rule againÖ. He needed a human form to assumeÖ He looked across at the lake, and saw a girl paddling across.
ì Say, thatís a nice canoe!í
Iguana looked up at him questioningly.
ì Can you talk little girl?î
She pointed at the inscription on the canoe. Silent Jess.
He smiled evilly.
ì Perfect.î
ì Tiltawhirl led the Nintyís in the early 21st century. He led them so well the PS2 was hard-pressed to maintain its dominance. But Sonyís attempt at the handheld market was the turning point. We reversed the Gameboyís dominance!í
Turbo listened, fascinated, as Bonus laid it all out.
ì But Nintendo couldnít let that happen. The T(iltawhirl) ñ 800 was born, half man, half Nintendo. He led them in an assault on our strongholds. It wasÖî
Bonus broke off.
ì It can assume any form it touches. It can even become a PS2 fan. Itís horrible, I know, but it could be coming at you from any angle. You canít trust any of them, the notables, the WLTers, not even the present day me.í
A horrified look shot across Turboís faceÖ.
More to come, maybe...It's my first FOG story anyways. No offense meant guys, I'm not really a console person..
Stryke.
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