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“Craven here, no problems”
“HOLY $H*T! DO YOU COPY? EMERGENCY MANOUVERS!”
“Good shooting there Rob Sixty-Fro” Came the voice down the intercom system.
“Don’t… mention… it.” Came the metallic reply from the resident robot of The Great Fox.
As the group entered the zone where enemy forces had been amassing, the tension was high. They felt the adrenaline flow through them and welcomed its’ rush after a long and weary trip thus far. As they entered the minefield, Poopy flanked out to the right, while Falcawhirl went left. Slipsy hung back determined not to be caught off guard.
Strayfox fired wildly into the minefield, knowing a direct hit could set off a chain reaction. A squadron of enemy ships zipped out from behind one of the intercept satellites around the zone, and Strayfox blasted a mine. He covered his eyes with his forearm as a blinding flash erupted from the now detonating minefield and the squadron of now burning enemy fighters. The battle had begun.
“They’re right behind me! Am I getting slow?!?” came the cry for help from Falcawhirl. Well, it was the closest thing to a cry for help Falcawhirl was likely to say. He would never directly ask for help, some would say he had too much pride for that, others would just call him stubborn. Regardless, Slipsy boosted from behind fox, and locked onto the group, firing a seeking missile at the leader of the group, killing a number of them and scattering the survivors. Strayfox blasted the remainder of the group with blue laser fire, before firing a volley at an intercept satellite that had manoeuvred round to return fire on the group.
“Incoming… missiles! Dead ahead!” Rob Sixty-Fro’s voice echoed around Strayfox’s head. “Every ship take one down! We can’t let any through!” he ordered. Each man fired a volley of shots at their allocated target, and the explosions shook the ships. “Oh no! There’s one left…” Slipsy stammered, “I’ll get it”. Slipsy fired wildly, but couldn’t get a shot on target, and spun off at the last moment, his left wing colliding with the missile.
“SLIPSY! NOOOOO!” Yelled Poopy, as the Arsewing faded into the blackness of space. Rage burned in Stayfoxs’ eyes. A group of fighters came at him all guns blazing, and he locked on and unleashed an A-bomb in rage. As he did so an unfamiliar voice distracted him. “MWA HA HA! Pitiful fools! I am the all powerful Monkey_With_Andross! Tremble beneath my ape like wrath!” Strayfox looked up to see a wasp like enemy floating in front of him, and it began a mesmerising dance that made him feel ever more weary.
“Fox, are you okay?” Poopy asked. An energy ball was headed straight for him, yet he wasn’t moving. “Fox, MOVE!” The shaking Arsewing awoke Srayfox as red warning lights buzzed around him. His right wing was critical, it’s structural integrity failing from the blast. He spun left just as Poopy flew into view, and blasted the insect like craft into oblivion.
“Behind you!” Srayfox yelled, “Boost Poopy!” Poopy obeyed without questioning him, and his ship was jolted forward even further by the explosions on his six. “What’s takin’ ya so long Strayfox?” inquired Poopy, more than a little concerned by the lack of rear shields on his craft. “Strayfox, command ships incoming!” warned Falcawhirl. “Keep them off me or Poopy’s a goner!”
“Thanks for the vote of confidence!” joked Poopy, amiable at even the worst of times. Falcawhirl worked best with the odds against him, and focused on the three ships edging towards him, each with nine cannons fixed on his position, and one weak spot, the bridge towards the back of the craft poking up from its’ main structure.
As the ships came into range they each unleashed shots at Falcawhirl, but he was ready. He pulled up sharply, flying above the shots, then swooped down on his first victim. He locked onto the middle cannon and fired taking out five of the nine on that command ship. He levelled his craft out, and aimed straight for the bridge section of the ship, pummelling it with his blue laser fire. Again he pulled up satisfied that the ship had been dealt with permanently.
Meanwhile, Poopy was still in trouble. He activated his boost again, and turned sharply to the right, almost throwing himself into the left window. He saw Falcawhirl ahead, weaving past a display of deadly lights. A glint in his eye, Poopy headed in that direction. “Where you going?” Strayfox asked, still trying to blast the remaining missiles without harming Poopy any more than he had been already. “Trust me” Came the almost smug reply.
Poopy was headed towards one of the two remaining command ships, still distracted by Falcawhirl’s escapades above it. “Poopy, what are you doing? You’re too close!” Strayfox pleaded, but to no avail. Poopy stayed on course. “You’re gonna crash damnit!” Poopy breathed deeply, narrowed his eyes, and waited. Waited. Waited. He flinched at the sound of metal scraping metal, as he jerked the control towards him as hard as he could, and sent his Arsewing up. The pursuing missiles began to turn up, but never had enough time. They were intercepted by a command ship, and pummelled it’s side with their warheads. The force was so great, the command ship spun off course, a gaping wound in its’ side, and hit the third command ship. Poopy and Strayfox boosted away, and Falcawhirl reluctantly followed, insisting “That last command ship had my name on it!”
At this moment a spherical craft phased into sight in front of the group. “Wha… ?!?” Exclaimed Poopy, lost for words. Falcawhirl had a more direct approach to this new threat, unleashing an A-bomb on the target. But quickly as it was there, it faded away again, and the bomb shot right through the area the craft had been. Falcawhirl glanced at his radar, and saw the dot behind him a moment before he felt a jolt forward, and one of his engines was spluttering. “Falcawhirl, get back to the Great Fox!” ordered Strayfox, and for once he didn’t argue with the order to retreat.
Strayfox performed a back flip in his Arsewing, putting him on a direct course with the new hostile. As he drew closer, three tentacles emerged from the sphere, one swiped for him. Strayfox rolled his craft left, but the tentacle still ripped through his right wing. Poopy fired a laser shot at another flailing tentacle and an odd shriek emitted from somewhere. “Shoot the tentacles!” Poopy yelled. “Ya think?!?” Came Strayfox’s scornful reply, as he charged up his laser shot. He unleashed a ball of energy at the tentacle still clutching his battered wing, and it rapidly retracted back into the sphere. Poopy dealt with the remaining two tentacles in a similar way.
“What now?” he pondered as the thing phased out of sight again. It appeared right in front of him, opened up, brandishing three energy balls, almost mocking him. Poopy braked sharply, and fired at the balls as Strayfox shot his final A-bomb into the core of the thing. “Get out of there!” Strayfox yelled, and Poopy pulled up and boosted away rapidly. The bomb seemed to take a age to reach the target, but a blue field appeared in front of the enemy, shielding it from the blast. Then it got angry.
The three energy balls glowed with power. The thing closed up, and almost seemed to draw a breath. “Watch out Strayfox!” warned Poopy. As he did so a beam of pure energy erupted from the core of the enemy, catching Strayfox’s left wing, and taking it right off. “This is NOT my day!” growled Strayfox as he dodged wildly. Poopy continued blasting the enemy, but it was in vain, it had no effect.
“Great Fox… will cover you” came a welcoming robotic voice as a yellow beam smashed into the thing, and it seemed to screech with rage. The came another familiar voice. “Enemy shield analysed”. It was Slipsy. “I’ve got an idea Strayfox, I haven’t tested it though…” Slipsy added. “Do it! My ship’s falling apart!”
Slipsy charged up a shot, and fired. It was different though, with a blue tint to it, and it seemed to crackle with energy. As it hit, the enemy opened up and closed rapidly. “It’s malfunctioning!” exclaimed Slipsy, “The EMP worked!” Strayfox and Poopy fired into it’s core, and it screeched again. “Back off guys, he’s mine!” Slipsy said grinning. He fired an A-bomb at its core, and this time no shield popped up. The enemy was blasted from the inside out, and a chunk of metallic flesh splatted onto Poopys Arsewing.
“I guess you’re good for something…” Falcawhirl commented from the Great Fox. Slipsy only grinned.
Strayfox- Strafex
Falcawhirl- Tiltawhirl
Poopy- Cooky
Slipsy- Sibs
Rob Sixty-Fro- AfroJoe
MISSING IN ACTION- Ev][L~Dark
The breach of any Nintendo copyrights is purely coincidental...
“HOLY $H*T! DO YOU COPY? EMERGENCY MANOUVERS!”
“Good shooting there Rob Sixty-Fro” Came the voice down the intercom system.
“Don’t… mention… it.” Came the metallic reply from the resident robot of The Great Fox.
As the group entered the zone where enemy forces had been amassing, the tension was high. They felt the adrenaline flow through them and welcomed its’ rush after a long and weary trip thus far. As they entered the minefield, Poopy flanked out to the right, while Falcawhirl went left. Slipsy hung back determined not to be caught off guard.
Strayfox fired wildly into the minefield, knowing a direct hit could set off a chain reaction. A squadron of enemy ships zipped out from behind one of the intercept satellites around the zone, and Strayfox blasted a mine. He covered his eyes with his forearm as a blinding flash erupted from the now detonating minefield and the squadron of now burning enemy fighters. The battle had begun.
“They’re right behind me! Am I getting slow?!?” came the cry for help from Falcawhirl. Well, it was the closest thing to a cry for help Falcawhirl was likely to say. He would never directly ask for help, some would say he had too much pride for that, others would just call him stubborn. Regardless, Slipsy boosted from behind fox, and locked onto the group, firing a seeking missile at the leader of the group, killing a number of them and scattering the survivors. Strayfox blasted the remainder of the group with blue laser fire, before firing a volley at an intercept satellite that had manoeuvred round to return fire on the group.
“Incoming… missiles! Dead ahead!” Rob Sixty-Fro’s voice echoed around Strayfox’s head. “Every ship take one down! We can’t let any through!” he ordered. Each man fired a volley of shots at their allocated target, and the explosions shook the ships. “Oh no! There’s one left…” Slipsy stammered, “I’ll get it”. Slipsy fired wildly, but couldn’t get a shot on target, and spun off at the last moment, his left wing colliding with the missile.
“SLIPSY! NOOOOO!” Yelled Poopy, as the Arsewing faded into the blackness of space. Rage burned in Stayfoxs’ eyes. A group of fighters came at him all guns blazing, and he locked on and unleashed an A-bomb in rage. As he did so an unfamiliar voice distracted him. “MWA HA HA! Pitiful fools! I am the all powerful Monkey_With_Andross! Tremble beneath my ape like wrath!” Strayfox looked up to see a wasp like enemy floating in front of him, and it began a mesmerising dance that made him feel ever more weary.
“Fox, are you okay?” Poopy asked. An energy ball was headed straight for him, yet he wasn’t moving. “Fox, MOVE!” The shaking Arsewing awoke Srayfox as red warning lights buzzed around him. His right wing was critical, it’s structural integrity failing from the blast. He spun left just as Poopy flew into view, and blasted the insect like craft into oblivion.
“Behind you!” Srayfox yelled, “Boost Poopy!” Poopy obeyed without questioning him, and his ship was jolted forward even further by the explosions on his six. “What’s takin’ ya so long Strayfox?” inquired Poopy, more than a little concerned by the lack of rear shields on his craft. “Strayfox, command ships incoming!” warned Falcawhirl. “Keep them off me or Poopy’s a goner!”
“Thanks for the vote of confidence!” joked Poopy, amiable at even the worst of times. Falcawhirl worked best with the odds against him, and focused on the three ships edging towards him, each with nine cannons fixed on his position, and one weak spot, the bridge towards the back of the craft poking up from its’ main structure.
As the ships came into range they each unleashed shots at Falcawhirl, but he was ready. He pulled up sharply, flying above the shots, then swooped down on his first victim. He locked onto the middle cannon and fired taking out five of the nine on that command ship. He levelled his craft out, and aimed straight for the bridge section of the ship, pummelling it with his blue laser fire. Again he pulled up satisfied that the ship had been dealt with permanently.
Meanwhile, Poopy was still in trouble. He activated his boost again, and turned sharply to the right, almost throwing himself into the left window. He saw Falcawhirl ahead, weaving past a display of deadly lights. A glint in his eye, Poopy headed in that direction. “Where you going?” Strayfox asked, still trying to blast the remaining missiles without harming Poopy any more than he had been already. “Trust me” Came the almost smug reply.
Poopy was headed towards one of the two remaining command ships, still distracted by Falcawhirl’s escapades above it. “Poopy, what are you doing? You’re too close!” Strayfox pleaded, but to no avail. Poopy stayed on course. “You’re gonna crash damnit!” Poopy breathed deeply, narrowed his eyes, and waited. Waited. Waited. He flinched at the sound of metal scraping metal, as he jerked the control towards him as hard as he could, and sent his Arsewing up. The pursuing missiles began to turn up, but never had enough time. They were intercepted by a command ship, and pummelled it’s side with their warheads. The force was so great, the command ship spun off course, a gaping wound in its’ side, and hit the third command ship. Poopy and Strayfox boosted away, and Falcawhirl reluctantly followed, insisting “That last command ship had my name on it!”
At this moment a spherical craft phased into sight in front of the group. “Wha… ?!?” Exclaimed Poopy, lost for words. Falcawhirl had a more direct approach to this new threat, unleashing an A-bomb on the target. But quickly as it was there, it faded away again, and the bomb shot right through the area the craft had been. Falcawhirl glanced at his radar, and saw the dot behind him a moment before he felt a jolt forward, and one of his engines was spluttering. “Falcawhirl, get back to the Great Fox!” ordered Strayfox, and for once he didn’t argue with the order to retreat.
Strayfox performed a back flip in his Arsewing, putting him on a direct course with the new hostile. As he drew closer, three tentacles emerged from the sphere, one swiped for him. Strayfox rolled his craft left, but the tentacle still ripped through his right wing. Poopy fired a laser shot at another flailing tentacle and an odd shriek emitted from somewhere. “Shoot the tentacles!” Poopy yelled. “Ya think?!?” Came Strayfox’s scornful reply, as he charged up his laser shot. He unleashed a ball of energy at the tentacle still clutching his battered wing, and it rapidly retracted back into the sphere. Poopy dealt with the remaining two tentacles in a similar way.
“What now?” he pondered as the thing phased out of sight again. It appeared right in front of him, opened up, brandishing three energy balls, almost mocking him. Poopy braked sharply, and fired at the balls as Strayfox shot his final A-bomb into the core of the thing. “Get out of there!” Strayfox yelled, and Poopy pulled up and boosted away rapidly. The bomb seemed to take a age to reach the target, but a blue field appeared in front of the enemy, shielding it from the blast. Then it got angry.
The three energy balls glowed with power. The thing closed up, and almost seemed to draw a breath. “Watch out Strayfox!” warned Poopy. As he did so a beam of pure energy erupted from the core of the enemy, catching Strayfox’s left wing, and taking it right off. “This is NOT my day!” growled Strayfox as he dodged wildly. Poopy continued blasting the enemy, but it was in vain, it had no effect.
“Great Fox… will cover you” came a welcoming robotic voice as a yellow beam smashed into the thing, and it seemed to screech with rage. The came another familiar voice. “Enemy shield analysed”. It was Slipsy. “I’ve got an idea Strayfox, I haven’t tested it though…” Slipsy added. “Do it! My ship’s falling apart!”
Slipsy charged up a shot, and fired. It was different though, with a blue tint to it, and it seemed to crackle with energy. As it hit, the enemy opened up and closed rapidly. “It’s malfunctioning!” exclaimed Slipsy, “The EMP worked!” Strayfox and Poopy fired into it’s core, and it screeched again. “Back off guys, he’s mine!” Slipsy said grinning. He fired an A-bomb at its core, and this time no shield popped up. The enemy was blasted from the inside out, and a chunk of metallic flesh splatted onto Poopys Arsewing.
“I guess you’re good for something…” Falcawhirl commented from the Great Fox. Slipsy only grinned.
Strayfox- Strafex
Falcawhirl- Tiltawhirl
Poopy- Cooky
Slipsy- Sibs
Rob Sixty-Fro- AfroJoe
MISSING IN ACTION- Ev][L~Dark
The breach of any Nintendo copyrights is purely coincidental...
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Sibs wrote:
> I think you can get ROMs for the second game though...
>
> Not that I get ROMs, or condone their use... a friend just told me...
> that's right, a friend...
>
> *grins innocently*
That's why I'm pretty sure the didn't release it, cos I've never come across it!
;)
> I think you can get ROMs for the second game though...
>
> Not that I get ROMs, or condone their use... a friend just told me...
> that's right, a friend...
>
> *grins innocently*
That's why I'm pretty sure the didn't release it, cos I've never come across it!
;)
I think you can get ROMs for the second game though...
Not that I get ROMs, or condone their use... a friend just told me... that's right, a friend...
*grins innocently*
Not that I get ROMs, or condone their use... a friend just told me... that's right, a friend...
*grins innocently*
Sibs wrote:
> They released a Starwing... (or Starfox) 2 in Japan didn't they?
Nope they didn't!
I think they were going to, but in the end they didn't!
:)
> They released a Starwing... (or Starfox) 2 in Japan didn't they?
Nope they didn't!
I think they were going to, but in the end they didn't!
:)
They released a Starwing... (or Starfox) 2 in Japan didn't they?
Dringo wrote:
> Dringo's amazing fact 1: Did you know that Starfox wasn't going to be
> released on the SNES in the UK. When it was Nintendo made a mistake by
> not grabbing the title rights... hence Lylat Wars.
Arrrr, but Starfox wasn't released in the UK!
StarWing was!!!
There's some old speccy game or something which already holds the rights to Starfox in the UK, that's why the name had to be changed!
:)
> Dringo's amazing fact 1: Did you know that Starfox wasn't going to be
> released on the SNES in the UK. When it was Nintendo made a mistake by
> not grabbing the title rights... hence Lylat Wars.
Arrrr, but Starfox wasn't released in the UK!
StarWing was!!!
There's some old speccy game or something which already holds the rights to Starfox in the UK, that's why the name had to be changed!
:)
Dringo's amazing fact 1: Did you know that Starfox wasn't going to be released on the SNES in the UK. When it was Nintendo made a mistake by not grabbing the title rights... hence Lylat Wars.
Finally got round to readin' it m8!
Was pretty ammusing after all!
But Poopy???
:)
Was pretty ammusing after all!
But Poopy???
:)
HA quality.
Monkey_With_Andross and the Arsewing. You must have spent all night thinking up that heh.
Monkey_With_Andross and the Arsewing. You must have spent all night thinking up that heh.
LOL! That was good, really good, and very funny!
Nice one!
:D
Nice one!
:D
Shame Poopy hasn't read it yet... ;-)
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