. This fails and he dies. However, now there are two universes, the second of which is based off of the Pokemon Mystery Dungeon universe.
. This fails, and now he shares a body with a guy named Walter. (Worship is currently in control, however, but he's better now. Ish.)
. This fails, but instead of dying, they proceed to lurk in shadows.
. This fails, and he is sealed away.
up again. Meanwhile, so does a robot named Coda, the trio of Badniks from before, and several other villains, making it a callback to (mostly) all above events, which is where we left off.
i can't believe the car is fucking dead
wait
this doesn't look like the glorious 90's
and now that my time traveling car has fucking exploded i have no idea how to easily return to my location of dwelling
Hold on, did that guy just swear without censoring himself, MULTIPLE TIMES?
Where is he, Atlas!? Where's my son!?
Expecting his whereabouts? Sorry to say, but that's all the information I know. If you want anything else, you'll have to find this "Alastor" of yours and confront him yourself.
Besides! If I were you, I'd be more concerned about what my rear end is going to look like once it's handed to me!
...Hmph.
No, Atlas. I'm sorry.
What!?
Now that I know that at least one of my kids could be somewhere on Earth, I can't waste any more time than I have to in a dime-a-dozen squabble. If there's even the slightest chance, I have to take it.
And blow off our little confrontation!? I don't think so!
AAAAUGH!
I told you I don't have time to waste. This fight is over.
Damn you... you haven't beaten me yet!
I'm well aware. But you fail to take two things into consideration.
One; I don't need a win to satisfy my own ego.
...And two; I damn well have better things to do than engage in meaningless combat.
You'll regret those words!
Take care, big guy.
Wha...what?
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...
...
...?
!
Well...that was weird.
And I'm done. I saved a forest critter, took out a forest fire made by a pyromaniac and the pyromaniac himself. I deserve...
Woah!(God * it!)
Hey Delta. Before I go anywhere, let me give you something. I just need to...
Hands up where I can see em.
Mighty...we may have a situation over.
Can't wait to get back home. I hope she's been faithful.
Oh? You got a girl? Since when?
Right before I left, I found her, sitting in a room all by herself. Most beautiful thing I ever laid eyes on.
Hmph, right. Show me.
Of course.
Ain't she a bute.
...
Buckle up gentlemen if you haven't, running into some turbulence.
Say, you guys mind if I ask ya a question?
How long were you guys in those capsules for? They said you were Soviet-era tech but the way you fought makes you look like warriors from this one comic I read.
I mean seriously, did you see this guy? He jumped on one of those giant cockroach bots and bashed it's eye in just like in The Silver Joe! That was sick, man.
Uh... what?
I... don't know. It's like we were built with more data than the others. Like whatever these battle memory things are.
you wish to walk the path of doom? Because if you continue the way you do,I will gladly guide you.
How long we've been down there? I would not know, really. Due to some sort of error my internal clock displays the year as 1921.
Now, If I may ask you something...
Who actually are you? If my brother trusts you I suppose I can too, but... I still don't know anything about your group. Where do you come from What are your goals?
What's poppin', Jimbo?
Watch out, they're the Dragon Faction of the Darksides Dimension!
What do you want?
...I think I have it taken care of.
Everyone lower your weapons. He seems unarmed.
Apolgies, we've been dealing with a hostile faction outside the fort and figured that they might of gotten inside as well. Do you mind if I ask your name?
Doesn't he see the guy's got a hostage?
What the...a castle?
No no no!
Well it's very simple. When the three doctors died, what, one, two years ago, many of their creations were left to fend for themselves. Sure enough, some of them found jobs, such as construction, security, and dishwashing. However, many many more found that the job market was...a bit too barren and dangerous. In what jobs we could find, we dealt with human workers despising us, forced into dangerous positions that no human would ever be put into, and not even being paid or repaired. Many of us...just grew tired of it all.
And that's the ones that even got that far. I mean, take a look at us. We were made to be soldiers to stop Mega Man, but clearly that failed. Naturally, we went to various militaries but they turned us down, stating "ethics violations" and even "inferior". Then we went to PMCs. Though many of us found good work there, the same problems from before started kicking in. Due to the sheer amount of robots raring to be PMC soldiers, the ones already in there were constantly sent in on suicide missions. Then the same would happen to the next to enter and so forth. It was a constant cycle of misery and mismanagement.
Don't forget what happened when the machines got word of this.
I was just gonna say th-
As the machines got word of it, something terrible happened. A few robots...walked into an PMC camp...and killed every single last one of them. Should of known better than to turn off our L.O.P* restraints...From there, we were mostly banned. And so...we wandered.
Until of course...we ran into General Winter. Though most of us have never saw the joe, we have heard of his feats. He stalled an army more than three times his size for a full week. He found a way to remember everyone's names and identification numbers and gave promotions akin to their efforts. And more than that...the joe's crazy. Like in a good way. He always preaches about how us Joes have souls of all things and that it is our purpose to protect those that don't. Regardless of if that's true or not, that's something nice to think about.
Going back to what you were saying about battle memories, that's ironically enough why we've taken you guys from that moldy bunker to our base. With your powers, we'll be able to make new weapons and defensive armors.
That's a lot to process, but it seems your cause is just. ...But, the "PMC"? The three doctors? Who are those?
And you were hired to attack the Blue Bomber as footsoldiers? If half of what I've heard of his actions... is? Will be? Will... have... been? ...true, you never stood a chance!
A wise choice, This would have ended in bloodshed for you and your men. I may as well give you my name as thanks for not wasting my energy.
I am Garon, the king of Nohr.
Whatever army you have been fighting means nothing, I am looking for the summoner.
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