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Snuggly and his accomplices were putting up slogans all around town. His ‘pressgang’ were scouring the streets, finding ‘likely lads’ for Tonys never ending crusade against ‘Evil-Communist-Scumbag-Competitors – Or rather Gameplay and Play.com. Tony, in his dubious position as head of all SR Forces in the known world – ie South East England, was preparing to launch a large offensive against the ’enemy’ positions. Cyclone had so far managed to avoid the pressgangs, but Tony had other tricks up his sleeve. ‘FREE MARIO SUNSHINE FOR ALL CUSTOMERS’ he emblazoned over his ‘shops’/’recruitment centres’ That had a few Nintys trapped indeed.
At Basildon HQ, Tony paced around the map board. All over it, little figures ran back and forwards, and it was clear to Tony at least, that the glorious SR troops were valiantly advancing towards the enemy. To everyone else, it looked like a giant mess.
“Prepare radio transmission!” ordered the CIC.
“Roger” bowed Loki.
“SSSCCCHHHHHHHHHH* Once the shield is down, our cruisers will create a perimeter, while the fighters fly into the superstructure, and attempt to knock out, the main reac----- ASAAAAAASSSSSCCCCCHHHHH*”
“oops! Wrong tape!” Tony just glared at Loki, while evil henchman Snuggly gave him a good slap around the head. Loki grovelled and then put in the proper ‘briefing/brainwashing’ tape.
In their pre-attack positions, Cyclone, Fuzzy, Microchips and Sibs awaited orders.
“SSSSSZZZZZZZZHHHHH – This is HQ. To FOG COMPANY 12. All troops are to advance to Sector *DEATH TO THE SCUM!* where enemy forces appear to be using a new weapon of some sort *OOOOOOOO SNUGGLES!* Your mission, which you have no choice in accepting is to destroy this new threat. The remnants of SR forces in the area will try to help you.”
Cyclone turned off the radio. Then he turned off his Pumpkins CD that had been playing non stop for 13 and a half hours. The others removed their ear plugs. Which of course meant they missed the briefing, but at least they had missed Cyclone singing This Time over and over. “This time I need to know, I really must be told…” etc.
“Right chaps, this is the deal. The rotters in Sector DEATH! have got some soret of nasty new weapon, and its up to us, FOG 12 to get rid of it. Okay? Good show!”
“ROGER THAT!!!” Yelled Sibs. Fuzzy looked at him.
“What were that for ya loon?” He inquired
“DAMN PUNKS – TO QUIET FOR ME. NEED NOISE!”
Okay.
They moved out.
They advanced through the wasteland. The sounds of battle echoed far to the east. FOG COMP 9 was having a bad tie of it. It was a company made up entirely of XBoxers, and Savat and co were having a bad time of it. The PLAY>24/7.COM attack robots were deadly strong with their cleverly placed newspaper ads in the broadsheets. All FOG 9 had was an ex page 3 model trying to make an inflatable chair look sexy. Microchips was glad they weren’t over in that fight. He said as much to Cyclone.
However, Cyclone was on one thing again.
“Who wouldn’t be the one you love…..who wouldn’t stand inside your love…ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…………” He trailed off as Microchips stabbed him with a pencil.
Fuzzy checked his map. According to this, they were on the edge of Sector *DEATH!* and were fast approaching the enemy weapon. A sense of dread was falling on them. Something, ‘un-human’ was here – something not right. He shivered.
“We’re there.”
“ROGER!” screamed Sibs.
“Wheres Cyc and Chippolata boy?”
“COMING UP NOWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!”
Cyclone and Microchips pulled up in a captured tank – an advertising van that had giant billboards, splashed with the usual SR ‘SPLATS’ and Plays cool logos, and Gameplays odd purply thing.
They jumped out. “Company – ADVANCE!” ordered Cyclone.
“CCCCCCCCCHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGEE!” screeched Sibs, who promptly sprinted towards the distant enemy positions, wailing like a loon.
The others followed up behind, cautiously.
They soon reached the positions. All they could see was a giant gun barrel, pointing high up into the sky, and several crates nearby. Suddenly it fired, and a small figure was thrown out, screaming madly. It flew over towards the SR lines, and promptly exploded, showering lots of odd stuff down. They ducked. Up ahead, Sibs was tearing into a guard using his teeth. Microchips set up the blanket-ad launcher.
“FIRE!” ordered Cyclone.
KAAAA-BBBBOOOOMMM! The ad-launcher fired it load over to the enemy positions. A huge sheet of highly explosive adverts landed on the edge of the guns poisition. BBBBBBBBBBOOOOOMMMMMM! The front wall section collapsed leaving a gaping whole, into which Sibs was already charging like a crazed berserker.
Fuzzy and Cyclone followed as Microchips re-loaded. They entered the blown out hole, and moved into a tunnel that moved far inside what apparently was a large complex. Sibs was already in some room, hacking at some poor soul with an SR Catalogue, while Fuzzy and Cyclone advanced. They found a large looking door, and bashed it down. Inside they found something big bad and ugly.
It was Meka Dragon. “WHAT?!” yelled Fuzzy. “What are you doing here?”
“Hello, my mis-guided ex-chums. Welcome to the JAT Cannon!”
“The JAT cannon?!” cried Cyclone and Fuzzy at the same time.
“Indeed. It’s a new weapon with which I, MEKA-DRAGON shall enslave the world and unite it under one ruler – ME!”
“You see, my JAT launcher will swamp all the infidels with SPAM! MMMMMWWWWAHHHHAAAA!”
KKRRAAAAAABBBOOOOOMMMM! Another ad sheet landed on the complex, sending rocks and plaster falling. “Now! Deal with my henchmen!” cried Meka.
“TRAITOR” screamed Sibs who had finished with his bloody business.
“Indeed, my good punk. Indeed. RASTA, GRIX. ATTACK!”
Rasta and Grix appeared. Fuzzy launched himself at Grix, and they soon became entangled, as Sibs poked Rasta in the eye with a toothpick and then kicked him in the shins. Cyclone himself (the brave chap ;) attacked Meka, and managed to swipe one of his famous GAD wins off. For a second, Meka looked weakened, and Cyclone took the opportunity to slap him round the head. Fuzzy finally beat Grix with an SR catalogue, while Sibs was ramming himself into the wall, screaming, while Rasta lay, whimpering. Meka managed to hit Cylonem and daze him. He got up, and ran.
“FOOLS! YOU SHALL NEVER CATCH ME!”
He was gone. Gone down some secret passageway, to a Dr. Evil style escape pod.
“KRRRRRAAAAAATOBBBOOOOOMMM!” Microchips had nearly finished his destruction.
“RUN!” yelled Sibs. They did. As they escaped, the JAT cannon, collapsed, a final sheet smacking into it. They four warriors collapsed (except Sibs who promptly did the Haka and jumped around like a madman)
Above them Meka flew away in his Big Tony escape pod. “FOOLS! I SHALL HAVE MY REVENGE! MMMMWAAAAAHHAAAAA!!!!!!!”
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Snuggly and his accomplices were putting up slogans all around town. His ‘pressgang’ were scouring the streets, finding ‘likely lads’ for Tonys never ending crusade against ‘Evil-Communist-Scumbag-Competitors – Or rather Gameplay and Play.com. Tony, in his dubious position as head of all SR Forces in the known world – ie South East England, was preparing to launch a large offensive against the ’enemy’ positions. Cyclone had so far managed to avoid the pressgangs, but Tony had other tricks up his sleeve. ‘FREE MARIO SUNSHINE FOR ALL CUSTOMERS’ he emblazoned over his ‘shops’/’recruitment centres’ That had a few Nintys trapped indeed.
At Basildon HQ, Tony paced around the map board. All over it, little figures ran back and forwards, and it was clear to Tony at least, that the glorious SR troops were valiantly advancing towards the enemy. To everyone else, it looked like a giant mess.
“Prepare radio transmission!” ordered the CIC.
“Roger” bowed Loki.
“SSSCCCHHHHHHHHHH* Once the shield is down, our cruisers will create a perimeter, while the fighters fly into the superstructure, and attempt to knock out, the main reac----- ASAAAAAASSSSSCCCCCHHHHH*”
“oops! Wrong tape!” Tony just glared at Loki, while evil henchman Snuggly gave him a good slap around the head. Loki grovelled and then put in the proper ‘briefing/brainwashing’ tape.
In their pre-attack positions, Cyclone, Fuzzy, Microchips and Sibs awaited orders.
“SSSSSZZZZZZZZHHHHH – This is HQ. To FOG COMPANY 12. All troops are to advance to Sector *DEATH TO THE SCUM!* where enemy forces appear to be using a new weapon of some sort *OOOOOOOO SNUGGLES!* Your mission, which you have no choice in accepting is to destroy this new threat. The remnants of SR forces in the area will try to help you.”
Cyclone turned off the radio. Then he turned off his Pumpkins CD that had been playing non stop for 13 and a half hours. The others removed their ear plugs. Which of course meant they missed the briefing, but at least they had missed Cyclone singing This Time over and over. “This time I need to know, I really must be told…” etc.
“Right chaps, this is the deal. The rotters in Sector DEATH! have got some soret of nasty new weapon, and its up to us, FOG 12 to get rid of it. Okay? Good show!”
“ROGER THAT!!!” Yelled Sibs. Fuzzy looked at him.
“What were that for ya loon?” He inquired
“DAMN PUNKS – TO QUIET FOR ME. NEED NOISE!”
Okay.
They moved out.
They advanced through the wasteland. The sounds of battle echoed far to the east. FOG COMP 9 was having a bad tie of it. It was a company made up entirely of XBoxers, and Savat and co were having a bad time of it. The PLAY>24/7.COM attack robots were deadly strong with their cleverly placed newspaper ads in the broadsheets. All FOG 9 had was an ex page 3 model trying to make an inflatable chair look sexy. Microchips was glad they weren’t over in that fight. He said as much to Cyclone.
However, Cyclone was on one thing again.
“Who wouldn’t be the one you love…..who wouldn’t stand inside your love…ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…………” He trailed off as Microchips stabbed him with a pencil.
Fuzzy checked his map. According to this, they were on the edge of Sector *DEATH!* and were fast approaching the enemy weapon. A sense of dread was falling on them. Something, ‘un-human’ was here – something not right. He shivered.
“We’re there.”
“ROGER!” screamed Sibs.
“Wheres Cyc and Chippolata boy?”
“COMING UP NOWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!”
Cyclone and Microchips pulled up in a captured tank – an advertising van that had giant billboards, splashed with the usual SR ‘SPLATS’ and Plays cool logos, and Gameplays odd purply thing.
They jumped out. “Company – ADVANCE!” ordered Cyclone.
“CCCCCCCCCHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGEE!” screeched Sibs, who promptly sprinted towards the distant enemy positions, wailing like a loon.
The others followed up behind, cautiously.
They soon reached the positions. All they could see was a giant gun barrel, pointing high up into the sky, and several crates nearby. Suddenly it fired, and a small figure was thrown out, screaming madly. It flew over towards the SR lines, and promptly exploded, showering lots of odd stuff down. They ducked. Up ahead, Sibs was tearing into a guard using his teeth. Microchips set up the blanket-ad launcher.
“FIRE!” ordered Cyclone.
KAAAA-BBBBOOOOMMM! The ad-launcher fired it load over to the enemy positions. A huge sheet of highly explosive adverts landed on the edge of the guns poisition. BBBBBBBBBBOOOOOMMMMMM! The front wall section collapsed leaving a gaping whole, into which Sibs was already charging like a crazed berserker.
Fuzzy and Cyclone followed as Microchips re-loaded. They entered the blown out hole, and moved into a tunnel that moved far inside what apparently was a large complex. Sibs was already in some room, hacking at some poor soul with an SR Catalogue, while Fuzzy and Cyclone advanced. They found a large looking door, and bashed it down. Inside they found something big bad and ugly.
It was Meka Dragon. “WHAT?!” yelled Fuzzy. “What are you doing here?”
“Hello, my mis-guided ex-chums. Welcome to the JAT Cannon!”
“The JAT cannon?!” cried Cyclone and Fuzzy at the same time.
“Indeed. It’s a new weapon with which I, MEKA-DRAGON shall enslave the world and unite it under one ruler – ME!”
“You see, my JAT launcher will swamp all the infidels with SPAM! MMMMMWWWWAHHHHAAAA!”
KKRRAAAAAABBBOOOOOMMMM! Another ad sheet landed on the complex, sending rocks and plaster falling. “Now! Deal with my henchmen!” cried Meka.
“TRAITOR” screamed Sibs who had finished with his bloody business.
“Indeed, my good punk. Indeed. RASTA, GRIX. ATTACK!”
Rasta and Grix appeared. Fuzzy launched himself at Grix, and they soon became entangled, as Sibs poked Rasta in the eye with a toothpick and then kicked him in the shins. Cyclone himself (the brave chap ;) attacked Meka, and managed to swipe one of his famous GAD wins off. For a second, Meka looked weakened, and Cyclone took the opportunity to slap him round the head. Fuzzy finally beat Grix with an SR catalogue, while Sibs was ramming himself into the wall, screaming, while Rasta lay, whimpering. Meka managed to hit Cylonem and daze him. He got up, and ran.
“FOOLS! YOU SHALL NEVER CATCH ME!”
He was gone. Gone down some secret passageway, to a Dr. Evil style escape pod.
“KRRRRRAAAAAATOBBBOOOOOMMM!” Microchips had nearly finished his destruction.
“RUN!” yelled Sibs. They did. As they escaped, the JAT cannon, collapsed, a final sheet smacking into it. They four warriors collapsed (except Sibs who promptly did the Haka and jumped around like a madman)
Above them Meka flew away in his Big Tony escape pod. “FOOLS! I SHALL HAVE MY REVENGE! MMMMWAAAAAHHAAAAA!!!!!!!”
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Chars!
An SR catalogue, eh? Superb!
And that applies to the spoof as well - nice one!
:)
And that applies to the spoof as well - nice one!
:)
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Snuggly and his accomplices were putting up slogans all around town. His ‘pressgang’ were scouring the streets, finding ‘likely lads’ for Tonys never ending crusade against ‘Evil-Communist-Scumbag-Competitors – Or rather Gameplay and Play.com. Tony, in his dubious position as head of all SR Forces in the known world – ie South East England, was preparing to launch a large offensive against the ’enemy’ positions. Cyclone had so far managed to avoid the pressgangs, but Tony had other tricks up his sleeve. ‘FREE MARIO SUNSHINE FOR ALL CUSTOMERS’ he emblazoned over his ‘shops’/’recruitment centres’ That had a few Nintys trapped indeed.
At Basildon HQ, Tony paced around the map board. All over it, little figures ran back and forwards, and it was clear to Tony at least, that the glorious SR troops were valiantly advancing towards the enemy. To everyone else, it looked like a giant mess.
“Prepare radio transmission!” ordered the CIC.
“Roger” bowed Loki.
“SSSCCCHHHHHHHHHH* Once the shield is down, our cruisers will create a perimeter, while the fighters fly into the superstructure, and attempt to knock out, the main reac----- ASAAAAAASSSSSCCCCCHHHHH*”
“oops! Wrong tape!” Tony just glared at Loki, while evil henchman Snuggly gave him a good slap around the head. Loki grovelled and then put in the proper ‘briefing/brainwashing’ tape.
In their pre-attack positions, Cyclone, Fuzzy, Microchips and Sibs awaited orders.
“SSSSSZZZZZZZZHHHHH – This is HQ. To FOG COMPANY 12. All troops are to advance to Sector *DEATH TO THE SCUM!* where enemy forces appear to be using a new weapon of some sort *OOOOOOOO SNUGGLES!* Your mission, which you have no choice in accepting is to destroy this new threat. The remnants of SR forces in the area will try to help you.”
Cyclone turned off the radio. Then he turned off his Pumpkins CD that had been playing non stop for 13 and a half hours. The others removed their ear plugs. Which of course meant they missed the briefing, but at least they had missed Cyclone singing This Time over and over. “This time I need to know, I really must be told…” etc.
“Right chaps, this is the deal. The rotters in Sector DEATH! have got some soret of nasty new weapon, and its up to us, FOG 12 to get rid of it. Okay? Good show!”
“ROGER THAT!!!” Yelled Sibs. Fuzzy looked at him.
“What were that for ya loon?” He inquired
“DAMN PUNKS – TO QUIET FOR ME. NEED NOISE!”
Okay.
They moved out.
They advanced through the wasteland. The sounds of battle echoed far to the east. FOG COMP 9 was having a bad tie of it. It was a company made up entirely of XBoxers, and Savat and co were having a bad time of it. The PLAY>24/7.COM attack robots were deadly strong with their cleverly placed newspaper ads in the broadsheets. All FOG 9 had was an ex page 3 model trying to make an inflatable chair look sexy. Microchips was glad they weren’t over in that fight. He said as much to Cyclone.
However, Cyclone was on one thing again.
“Who wouldn’t be the one you love…..who wouldn’t stand inside your love…ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…………” He trailed off as Microchips stabbed him with a pencil.
Fuzzy checked his map. According to this, they were on the edge of Sector *DEATH!* and were fast approaching the enemy weapon. A sense of dread was falling on them. Something, ‘un-human’ was here – something not right. He shivered.
“We’re there.”
“ROGER!” screamed Sibs.
“Wheres Cyc and Chippolata boy?”
“COMING UP NOWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!”
Cyclone and Microchips pulled up in a captured tank – an advertising van that had giant billboards, splashed with the usual SR ‘SPLATS’ and Plays cool logos, and Gameplays odd purply thing.
They jumped out. “Company – ADVANCE!” ordered Cyclone.
“CCCCCCCCCHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGEE!” screeched Sibs, who promptly sprinted towards the distant enemy positions, wailing like a loon.
The others followed up behind, cautiously.
They soon reached the positions. All they could see was a giant gun barrel, pointing high up into the sky, and several crates nearby. Suddenly it fired, and a small figure was thrown out, screaming madly. It flew over towards the SR lines, and promptly exploded, showering lots of odd stuff down. They ducked. Up ahead, Sibs was tearing into a guard using his teeth. Microchips set up the blanket-ad launcher.
“FIRE!” ordered Cyclone.
KAAAA-BBBBOOOOMMM! The ad-launcher fired it load over to the enemy positions. A huge sheet of highly explosive adverts landed on the edge of the guns poisition. BBBBBBBBBBOOOOOMMMMMM! The front wall section collapsed leaving a gaping whole, into which Sibs was already charging like a crazed berserker.
Fuzzy and Cyclone followed as Microchips re-loaded. They entered the blown out hole, and moved into a tunnel that moved far inside what apparently was a large complex. Sibs was already in some room, hacking at some poor soul with an SR Catalogue, while Fuzzy and Cyclone advanced. They found a large looking door, and bashed it down. Inside they found something big bad and ugly.
It was Meka Dragon. “WHAT?!” yelled Fuzzy. “What are you doing here?”
“Hello, my mis-guided ex-chums. Welcome to the JAT Cannon!”
“The JAT cannon?!” cried Cyclone and Fuzzy at the same time.
“Indeed. It’s a new weapon with which I, MEKA-DRAGON shall enslave the world and unite it under one ruler – ME!”
“You see, my JAT launcher will swamp all the infidels with SPAM! MMMMMWWWWAHHHHAAAA!”
KKRRAAAAAABBBOOOOOMMMM! Another ad sheet landed on the complex, sending rocks and plaster falling. “Now! Deal with my henchmen!” cried Meka.
“TRAITOR” screamed Sibs who had finished with his bloody business.
“Indeed, my good punk. Indeed. RASTA, GRIX. ATTACK!”
Rasta and Grix appeared. Fuzzy launched himself at Grix, and they soon became entangled, as Sibs poked Rasta in the eye with a toothpick and then kicked him in the shins. Cyclone himself (the brave chap ;) attacked Meka, and managed to swipe one of his famous GAD wins off. For a second, Meka looked weakened, and Cyclone took the opportunity to slap him round the head. Fuzzy finally beat Grix with an SR catalogue, while Sibs was ramming himself into the wall, screaming, while Rasta lay, whimpering. Meka managed to hit Cylonem and daze him. He got up, and ran.
“FOOLS! YOU SHALL NEVER CATCH ME!”
He was gone. Gone down some secret passageway, to a Dr. Evil style escape pod.
“KRRRRRAAAAAATOBBBOOOOOMMM!” Microchips had nearly finished his destruction.
“RUN!” yelled Sibs. They did. As they escaped, the JAT cannon, collapsed, a final sheet smacking into it. They four warriors collapsed (except Sibs who promptly did the Haka and jumped around like a madman)
Above them Meka flew away in his Big Tony escape pod. “FOOLS! I SHALL HAVE MY REVENGE! MMMMWAAAAAHHAAAAA!!!!!!!”
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Snuggly and his accomplices were putting up slogans all around town. His ‘pressgang’ were scouring the streets, finding ‘likely lads’ for Tonys never ending crusade against ‘Evil-Communist-Scumbag-Competitors – Or rather Gameplay and Play.com. Tony, in his dubious position as head of all SR Forces in the known world – ie South East England, was preparing to launch a large offensive against the ’enemy’ positions. Cyclone had so far managed to avoid the pressgangs, but Tony had other tricks up his sleeve. ‘FREE MARIO SUNSHINE FOR ALL CUSTOMERS’ he emblazoned over his ‘shops’/’recruitment centres’ That had a few Nintys trapped indeed.
At Basildon HQ, Tony paced around the map board. All over it, little figures ran back and forwards, and it was clear to Tony at least, that the glorious SR troops were valiantly advancing towards the enemy. To everyone else, it looked like a giant mess.
“Prepare radio transmission!” ordered the CIC.
“Roger” bowed Loki.
“SSSCCCHHHHHHHHHH* Once the shield is down, our cruisers will create a perimeter, while the fighters fly into the superstructure, and attempt to knock out, the main reac----- ASAAAAAASSSSSCCCCCHHHHH*”
“oops! Wrong tape!” Tony just glared at Loki, while evil henchman Snuggly gave him a good slap around the head. Loki grovelled and then put in the proper ‘briefing/brainwashing’ tape.
In their pre-attack positions, Cyclone, Fuzzy, Microchips and Sibs awaited orders.
“SSSSSZZZZZZZZHHHHH – This is HQ. To FOG COMPANY 12. All troops are to advance to Sector *DEATH TO THE SCUM!* where enemy forces appear to be using a new weapon of some sort *OOOOOOOO SNUGGLES!* Your mission, which you have no choice in accepting is to destroy this new threat. The remnants of SR forces in the area will try to help you.”
Cyclone turned off the radio. Then he turned off his Pumpkins CD that had been playing non stop for 13 and a half hours. The others removed their ear plugs. Which of course meant they missed the briefing, but at least they had missed Cyclone singing This Time over and over. “This time I need to know, I really must be told…” etc.
“Right chaps, this is the deal. The rotters in Sector DEATH! have got some soret of nasty new weapon, and its up to us, FOG 12 to get rid of it. Okay? Good show!”
“ROGER THAT!!!” Yelled Sibs. Fuzzy looked at him.
“What were that for ya loon?” He inquired
“DAMN PUNKS – TO QUIET FOR ME. NEED NOISE!”
Okay.
They moved out.
They advanced through the wasteland. The sounds of battle echoed far to the east. FOG COMP 9 was having a bad tie of it. It was a company made up entirely of XBoxers, and Savat and co were having a bad time of it. The PLAY>24/7.COM attack robots were deadly strong with their cleverly placed newspaper ads in the broadsheets. All FOG 9 had was an ex page 3 model trying to make an inflatable chair look sexy. Microchips was glad they weren’t over in that fight. He said as much to Cyclone.
However, Cyclone was on one thing again.
“Who wouldn’t be the one you love…..who wouldn’t stand inside your love…ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…………” He trailed off as Microchips stabbed him with a pencil.
Fuzzy checked his map. According to this, they were on the edge of Sector *DEATH!* and were fast approaching the enemy weapon. A sense of dread was falling on them. Something, ‘un-human’ was here – something not right. He shivered.
“We’re there.”
“ROGER!” screamed Sibs.
“Wheres Cyc and Chippolata boy?”
“COMING UP NOWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!”
Cyclone and Microchips pulled up in a captured tank – an advertising van that had giant billboards, splashed with the usual SR ‘SPLATS’ and Plays cool logos, and Gameplays odd purply thing.
They jumped out. “Company – ADVANCE!” ordered Cyclone.
“CCCCCCCCCHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGEE!” screeched Sibs, who promptly sprinted towards the distant enemy positions, wailing like a loon.
The others followed up behind, cautiously.
They soon reached the positions. All they could see was a giant gun barrel, pointing high up into the sky, and several crates nearby. Suddenly it fired, and a small figure was thrown out, screaming madly. It flew over towards the SR lines, and promptly exploded, showering lots of odd stuff down. They ducked. Up ahead, Sibs was tearing into a guard using his teeth. Microchips set up the blanket-ad launcher.
“FIRE!” ordered Cyclone.
KAAAA-BBBBOOOOMMM! The ad-launcher fired it load over to the enemy positions. A huge sheet of highly explosive adverts landed on the edge of the guns poisition. BBBBBBBBBBOOOOOMMMMMM! The front wall section collapsed leaving a gaping whole, into which Sibs was already charging like a crazed berserker.
Fuzzy and Cyclone followed as Microchips re-loaded. They entered the blown out hole, and moved into a tunnel that moved far inside what apparently was a large complex. Sibs was already in some room, hacking at some poor soul with an SR Catalogue, while Fuzzy and Cyclone advanced. They found a large looking door, and bashed it down. Inside they found something big bad and ugly.
It was Meka Dragon. “WHAT?!” yelled Fuzzy. “What are you doing here?”
“Hello, my mis-guided ex-chums. Welcome to the JAT Cannon!”
“The JAT cannon?!” cried Cyclone and Fuzzy at the same time.
“Indeed. It’s a new weapon with which I, MEKA-DRAGON shall enslave the world and unite it under one ruler – ME!”
“You see, my JAT launcher will swamp all the infidels with SPAM! MMMMMWWWWAHHHHAAAA!”
KKRRAAAAAABBBOOOOOMMMM! Another ad sheet landed on the complex, sending rocks and plaster falling. “Now! Deal with my henchmen!” cried Meka.
“TRAITOR” screamed Sibs who had finished with his bloody business.
“Indeed, my good punk. Indeed. RASTA, GRIX. ATTACK!”
Rasta and Grix appeared. Fuzzy launched himself at Grix, and they soon became entangled, as Sibs poked Rasta in the eye with a toothpick and then kicked him in the shins. Cyclone himself (the brave chap ;) attacked Meka, and managed to swipe one of his famous GAD wins off. For a second, Meka looked weakened, and Cyclone took the opportunity to slap him round the head. Fuzzy finally beat Grix with an SR catalogue, while Sibs was ramming himself into the wall, screaming, while Rasta lay, whimpering. Meka managed to hit Cylonem and daze him. He got up, and ran.
“FOOLS! YOU SHALL NEVER CATCH ME!”
He was gone. Gone down some secret passageway, to a Dr. Evil style escape pod.
“KRRRRRAAAAAATOBBBOOOOOMMM!” Microchips had nearly finished his destruction.
“RUN!” yelled Sibs. They did. As they escaped, the JAT cannon, collapsed, a final sheet smacking into it. They four warriors collapsed (except Sibs who promptly did the Haka and jumped around like a madman)
Above them Meka flew away in his Big Tony escape pod. “FOOLS! I SHALL HAVE MY REVENGE! MMMMWAAAAAHHAAAAA!!!!!!!”
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