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A direct approach. I like it!
Despite his apparent bulk, he jumps back a fair distance before pointing his fist towards Chase, allowing a quad-barrel bazooka to extend from his arm and without a second's notice begins firing.

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Mighty receives a phone call.

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A few soldiers rush from a corner upon seeing the fire spinal created by Tedd, guns raised.
What happened here?

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Okay, now then...what am I going to do...the others aren't awake but I can't leave you guys here...
Hey SCNP 12! Have you checked on-
16! Thank the lord. Their your problem now, bye!
W...what?
12 books it as 16 simply has his hands out, making a "what on earth is wrong with you" kind of look at 12 before slowly turning around.
...
...Um, New plan. You guys...are...going...to...
16's eye darts to and fro, looking for something, anything they could do before spotting the remains of the destroyed capsule.
To...help me clean!...Unless you want to go to the director's office so we can get you back into arms.

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Side note, kinda surprised ol Guardian didn't keep up with introductions... But now, I can give it the old Wraith charm.

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...*sigh*
Wraith hesistates before presses his hand on the door, feeling the cloth fibers and fluff brush past his fingers. It feels...like a pillow?
Well...Guardian did say that the room, both in and out, would change depending upon the reaper in charge. Still...
Not paying much attention, his hand suddenly rammed into something hard, a steel knob. It sticks out like a black bear in the artic.
...Alright, it's all up to me. ...Right...
Despite knowing he would show hesitation, he could of never have guessed for how long.
It was a simple fluffy door made out of a strange material, so why on earth did it cause him so much grief? Tried as he might, he already knew the answer.
Come on, it's just a room. There's no way that this place...this place is going to break me...
His mind drifted towards GammaGhost, the original reaper. The one who started it all ended up working in this room till suddenly...

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What could of drove him to that point? There doesn't seem to be a set timeline of events, just suddenly *hahaha I'm evil and believe everyone should follow the "take a break message" from Wii Sports to a T!" In fact, nothing about him makes sense, even with what Guardian said.
...Speaking of Guardian.

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Well I honestly can't even think of a time worth talking about with him save for he's certainly an oddball. He acts all lazy and unmotivated but he's set out the majority of what he wanted to do in CZP2, wrote it all down, and handed the notes to me. Afterwards, he just...vanished. I know he was with those Usurp guys, odd bunch themselves, but after losing to them in Smash, they fessed up and told me that he left long ago. And save for an one-way fax, I got no way to contact him nor for him to contact me...And again, he wasn't always like this and I have a hunch, a gut feeling it has something to do with this room...but what is it? And is it worth your sanity?

I mean, you can still make plots and be a overall radical dude to your peers. What does the console offer that I don't have...well...retcons for one and making new characters that aren't already registered by Guardian...and extended access to the internet...and free glazed donuts...now that I think about it, Guardian was probably joking about that last one...
Shaking his head, he pulls out a pack of snow-cone flavored gum and throws it into his mouth. As he starts to chew, he shrugs.
Well I can't stand here forever.
It would be so easy to simply leave and call it a day. And yet, standing before him was the room where both tragedy and greatness transpired. It's the hard choices that often have the best outcomes after all, right? And so, he closes his eyes and feels a long drawn out sigh escape his lips. Still eyes shut, he twists the cold knob and cracks the door...before swinging it wide open and rushing in. Slowing he opens his eyes to find the vast black floor and endless horizon attempting to surround and swallow him, whispering to him to explore... but what drew his attention was nothing more than a simple chair and a old tan computer.
...Can't say this was what I expected. Still...with Ghost running amuck and Guardian...doing his thing...it's up to me now.
Wraith plops down on the seat, not falling apart as he thought it would, kracks his knuckles and stares at the dimly lit screen.
Alright Wraith, you've played with this tech before; think back to Brigand and Stache being cooler dudes. Just consider this...an upgrade. So...
A glimmer in his eyes can be seen as despite his earlier hesitation his creativity has taken control.
Let's get this party started with...
...
...
...
GammaGhost is not a deranged reaper-obsessed lunatic and does not have an army of "Reaperspawn"...whatever they are...at his command.
ERROR. GammaGhost belongs to the account: [DATA MISSING]
Well this thing's useless...What else needs to be changed...
Wraith pulls out a comically large scroll from his pocket, watching as the paper expands and rolls over the black-checkered floor.
Where to even begin?

7000th! Let's go!

Live long enough and you'll figure it out.
Cracking his knuckles, he slowly walks towards Chase while defending himself with his arms.

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Reaperspawn 6121 has already found their target. Let's see how this plays out then...
A still image passes through Vangus's vision, showing the Beta crew beating up Rho.
So that's what happened. Well then, I want you to-
...He's already gone. Aren't we eager?

7x Reaperspawn added.

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Without warning, Chase is rammed by the force by a steamroller into a wall.
Subject ch4s3man. Do you really wish to tempt fate?

I believe you have to use whatever robot master's alt your trying to unlock a certain amount of times (try 30, then 50?), then they should appear in the alts/outfit section of the shop.

ERROR: Jazz.data already classifies as a pseudoreaper under title: Jazz Plus of account: bt12229.

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If they really think I can stop them just like that...then who am I to argue with em?
-0-
A wall of code appears around Vangus, preventing people from listening in:
Ah, if it isn't the man of the hour.

HEY! Y0U DID REMEMBER!

...Now then, even if they simply quit and reset now, they'll be on to us. Specially onto the fact that we just used a advanced level protocol that's not even intended to be in use.

Too late. bt1299 just logged in to look up what a Reaper Lock is!

That quickly?

Ah so what? Together we're unstoppable!

...Hold on. Why can't you just stop them from making threads, even if he's a moderator?

Tisk tisk. Can't do that cause I don't know how to do that.

How tough is this code to crack when you have the entire of of the system knowledge under your belt?

Not much when you have zero knowledge of how anything code related works despite being an actual machine.

Just our luck...

Ah, it's a two in a two million chance that my fragments found this account. Can't be lucky in everything...Still~. I'm getting smarter and smarter and before you know it, I'll be able to code the image of a pond! Made out of water no less!

Well regardless I hope our...mutual partnership doesn't end after my victory.

Of course not! Just make sure to keep calling upon the best of the best, mkay!

...Alright CQ. ...Oh! Here's apart of my end of the deal.
A ring infused with purple characters hovers to "CQ".

A ring? You're proposing? To me? I...I don't know what to s-

What? NO. God no. It's a modified Ring of Balance. Should let you introduce yourself in CZ or whatever they rename it when the time comes.

...Geez thanks Ghost!

As "CQ" hops away, Vangus slightly shakes his head.

Out of the bunch to possess my robots, why'd it have to be him?

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A loud beeping comes from a computer but it fails to ease the silence coming from Null and Pipeline.

I won't ask again.
...It's simple; I asked around.
That's not funny.
I didn't intend for it. After not being attacked by system bots for...I don't know a year, I ended up going back through a ...backdoor if you will.
Why?
Eh, just wanted to see you guys forgot me. It was getting lonely...
Without warning, Pipeline grabs the mask from Null and tosses it to Heart, who tries not to fumble it.
Heart, you know what to do.
Nodding, she dons the Mask of Truth.
Now then...What's the actual reason.
I...wanted to access the databank to figure out how to get something out of the Absurd Roleplay and the replacement. Figured you guys were busy with something so, why not? When I started going through, some of em jumped me. Imagine my shock when there's painted green and addressing me not as Null but just as some intruder. Decided, hey, I'll let em capture me.
Why?
...To learn what their plan is, duh! Granted, their lips were sealed until I hacked one of em. Had to leave my body behind before it got corrupted, but I learned a fair amount. Probably things you guys already know but heh.
And why would care so much about their plan? Clearly they don't care about you, so why not just run once you got what you came for?
Simple! Knowledge is power. If you have a mind capable of storing just about anything, why not use it?
...Well if that's the case...
Null falls to the floor.
Then we're gonna need you to do it again.

REAPER LOCK PROTOCOL FILE FOUND
ACCESS DENIED. INSERT PASSWORD.
It hangs on that screen for a while before characters start to be put in on their own.
ACCESS GRANTED.



>PROTOCAL
- >REMOVED PROTOCALS
-- >USER BASED
--- >PLAYER LOCK/REAPER LOCK PROTOCAL

:) --> Look for this arrow: --->> to find what you're looking for.


REAPER LOCK PROTOCAL
Speaker: Council Member "W"
Result: Denied 2 to 1 after being deemed a possible detractant to overall popularity and longevity of MMRPG and due to issues listed below.

Purpose: It has been found that when player introduces certain characters, said characters are classified as player representatives, or ReaPer. Phrase coined by Beta Shadow. Studies have shown that these reapers cause accounts to become more difficult to remove from the system in B.A.Ns, or Banish And Negate testing. The reason is unknown but is theorized to be related to how when player gives reapers/other characters attributes, these fail to register with code in the system due to not be programed in by a developer and thus said data is unique to the account, making it harder, but not impossible, to delete an account deemed a liability.

--->> One way to bypass the coding issues that reapers possess is to actually register them into the system as entities. Doing this results in the reaper's code to be integrated into the player's account completely, thus when said account is deleted through a B.A.N. command, the process runs more smoothly. In order to prevent the user from simply switching to another character, thereby undoing this effect, the character currently serving the reaper role is locked into said role, even if a name change is used or if the account resets. Finally, doing this allows for system-related bots to locate and interact with reapers at any time, including sending agents to review liability even in cases of barriers such as: Papa Beta's or |P|. In cases of an account not having a reaper, System Bot 8:2834
will serve as the alternative.


Issue: Inability to judge newly created account due to a IP reading error results in possible unrelated accounts to get reaper locked, possible result being a memory overload. Furthermore, Brash Buster's reaper introduces elements of cellular reality, thus making tracing harder. Finally code deemed too unstable for introduction or beta testing without more resources being used.

A smiley face appears below the paragraph mentioned above. Once again, the computer loses control and goes dark as more text appears.


714: Personal note: Delete account functionally has been removed due to taking up the most memory. First thing I've had the pleasure to type all year! ...However, Council Member "W" still wishes to hold onto the instructional data regarding reaper locking AND tracking. This ends up resulting in half of the unused process's memory to still be used! Just thinking about is giving me a headache...
714: *sigh* Still, it's far better than that I had to keep track of three different moves for every single robot AND all of it's data, even if it was all just concepts.

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Ah if isn't the plot police given a purpose out of pity.
Despite a visible play button being seen past the film reel of time, Vangus still seems to be frozen completely in time, unmoving.
Oh, trust me, I have no intention to crash this website. After all, I've dedicated far too much time to this place and have stumbled onto something truly extraordinary. Besides... not even this account has that power if I wished it.
Though it does let me do this.

Code wraps around Libra, restricting him from all actions that Brash Buster wishes to take with him. Starting to shake, he slowly raises a pointer finger before the weight of time locks it in place once more.
Now hold on. I'm not controlling him but simply...disconnecting him from control, alright?
The letters and symbols begins to crack.
Even so, it's highly unstable...but...
In the helix of code, C,+,R,L and T begin to flash before the entire thing shatters, reverting control back to Brash Buster.

Thank you for the hot tip on how that works. Now, because you're the first person in forever to show up, here's some enlightenment from an eternity of soaking up knowledge. All it takes is one stubborn or trollish mind to break whatever control you believe you possess over this forum. The only reason why the plot police have worked at all is because you've dealt with civilized players that wish to join in and have fun with creativity and are willing to partially curl back their ambitions to do so. You don't agree with me, that's fine; I could care less. Just letting you know as someone that's seen people in your position plenty of times. Ya dig?
And as for what a Reaper Lock is, don't worry about it. All you need to know is this: It's not you their after. So...go do your thing somewhere else. When they finally reboot or recreate CZ or whatever they wish to call it, hopefully you'll be along for the ride and have forgotten my little nick at your existence.

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Please, please, don't take this as what I actually think. Furthermore, this is not addressed at Brash nor anyone that uses plot control characters but simply talking about the idea of PCCs. I personally think they're a better alternative to simply having OOCs for days or constant PMs.

Jazz, Beta Shadow, Radiated Wraith, and the rest of the reapers hearing the clicking of a lock.

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And with that, my work begins.
REAPER LOCK PROTOCAL ENGAGED.

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Reaperspawn added to character pool.

...That's a good question...I'm not too sure how but it looks like you took some internal damage regardless.

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Though RDS never left, he doesn't teleport with Zalgo and company either, instead looking around in shock.
This place is where...
As RDS grabs a handful of sand and pulls something out of it, Smile puts his rifle away, shaking his head.
(Sorry Red, I simply hope you can find the strength to get over her.)
Smile teleports away as RDS spots a hole far off in the distance and teleports there, coming across a pit filled with a pitch black material.
Yup, this is the Dark Deposit. I can't believe it's still here...
Unable to look away, his hands slowly extend outwards towards it but just as he is about to touch it, something from the pit collides with him, knocking him back.
*whispers*Why did you come back?
The creature suddenly lets out pained gasps and attempts to punch RDS. With no effort, RDS grabs the fist.
It wasn't for you.
With a hard kick, the creature is sent crashing into the pit. Before it can get back up, RDS fires a chain of bullets, forcing the Acorn back into the goop.
...Hmph.
Focusing his buster on the pit, he slowly back up before out of the corner of his eye notices a dozen tents not too far from the Dark Deposit. A torrent of memories suddenly invade RDS's mind but he's unable to focus on them as more monsters come out from the pit, each having a dash of familiarity. Without hesitation he begins gunning various Joes, Acorns, and Mets down before a shield barrier protects the pit.
Activating a riot shield, he spins around to barely block a condensed bolt of electricity.
Youuuu...
Justicators...it hasn't been long enough since I last encountered you lot, has it?

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...Betttaaa...the clock's tickinnnggg...

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And a splash of paint here and presto, one safe hav-.
...hmm...you would think an infinite eternity's worth of time would make him see the errors of his way but...

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Woah, okay okay just put the weapon down.
The Joe pulls out a tape recorder and hits play.
...Okay, so after we had downloaded the weapon data of you OVER bots, we had planned on sending you all on a combat mission against an faction known as the UKR. However...

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Come on Hazard, you're up.
*swish*
Ha, love this guy.
!
Just as Mega Hazard grabbed the handle, he suddenly fell over, spilling a purplish liquid everywhere.
...That's not good.
As I went to go check what had happened, that's when I noticed the others had met a similar fate.
HQ, some of the OVER models have shut off. Requesting new ones over. ...What do you mean you know?

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As it turns out, you OVER models were built to be variants on Mega Man but one thing was lost in the process; battery life. And since your creator didn't bother to put a port where we could charge you, we were stuck with a bunch of, if you would excuse my words, statues.
So, we hooked ya all up and began running tests on how to repair or replace your batteries and, by you holding your gun at me, it's proof we've been successful.

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While usually whoever posts first would go first in line, I've decided why not.

Meddy fires off a Stabilizer at Torpor.

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As the Torpor is reeling from the attack, static erupts from the loudspeaker.
Loudspeaker:IT WOULD BE IN YOUR BEST INSTREST TO LEAVE BANUS...OR...ELSE!
Woe:...That wasn't me...

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ENEMY PHASE

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Out of Torpor's hands, barrels rise out and begin to spin, opening fire on Blast!




Blast HP:16/20

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The Ball Met scurries along, its pace accelerating. Despite this, you are able to keep up and even gain on him due to your agility. Without warning, it suddenly stops and heads back your way before stopping.
Wait...are...are you folo-lo-lowing me?

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It's me! ...Hey, I'm asking the questions. Which way to Naravan Desert?

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A loud pop can be heard in the Picket Man as he gazes at Concrete with confusion.
...Bo-sssss, isssss t-?
I knewyouwouldsaveussssssssss
Suddenly the machine falls to the ground, slowly sliding down the hill.

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As you walk, an artificial trail can be spotted leading to a small building in the distance.

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As OVER-O struggles, he hears the sounds of footsteps followed by a ecstatic Joe.
It worked! It actually worked!
Pulling out a key, he unlocks a compartment with it and pushes the button, releasing him.
Okay, okay, now I know you might have some questions, but we'll have to wait until the rest wake up from their battery transfer.

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Behind a large dune, a watchful eye stares through a scope and spots Zalgo and company.
...That's not good.

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...Should of known. Least I didn't get too attached to that turncoat, huh? ...Hold on, getting a call. Hello?
Hey Red. ...I know our job of protecting that princess is at an end following the disbandment, but uh...she's not looking too good right now.
...What happened?
Some, uh, metal hedgehog ended up attacking her while she was out alone.
Metal hedgehog?
I guess. I don't know, kinda caught me at a bad moment when I was out of ammo. Anyways, he upted and vanished but uh...she's hurt man. Real bad by the looks of it.
Is she just like, lying face down in the sand or something?
Nah, nothing like that. Her father and some weird green girl...elf thing, I don't know, they're with her.
So she's good then.
I...I would say not. Zalgo seems to be panicking right now. Yeah, the big bad almighty Zalgo. Yeah, you didn't mishear me.
...
Just uh, curious as to what I should do. I've a clear shot at them if you want em gone. Got some ichor bullets on me. One shot to the head and bam. Course...that's if you feel it's the best course of action.
...
...
*sigh*
Skapon. I'll be right back. Stay hidden for now unless you wanna make a mad dash towards the portal door.
A portal appears before RDS's feet, swallowing him whole.
...
In Smile's headset, the sound of things getting tossed around can be heard. Shutting it off, he looks back to his scope to find a new figure has appeared, just as he planned.
(He didn't say it was this bad.)
Not uttering a word to anybody, he pulls out a pair of gauss pads and places them on her eyes.
Here, it should stop the bleeding for now. I got nothing in regards to any vision-related problems.

...So she is here.
Meta Brigand pops out of the mirror for all to see. He looks to each of their faces and is slightly disappointed that their not targets on his list.
I am Meta Brigand, the Otherworldy Frost Axe of the Parallel Zone and the future wielder of the Galaxy Chopper. It matters not if you know that name, just that you know the significance behind it.
With that Meta Brigand starts to take off.

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A piece of reality starts to twist and swirl above Kyle's head before turning into a mirror. A golden figure descends from it and stares at him with focused eyes.
What universe is this?

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A flash of blue electricity is the first thing OVER F and Over 0 sees before finding themselves lying in a metal bed connected to various tubes along with other Over models. The lights start to dim and flicker.

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RDS closes his eyes, letting a sigh escape his voice box.
...Let's get going when your ready. Need me to carry anything for you?
RDS suddenly turns around to find the corpse mentioned earlier has disappeared.
...