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Unmoving...uncaring...Jack lies in silence.
Not dead, never quite alive...he thinks to himself. His mind drifts to how he got to this point...and then is met with nothing. He tries to think about before...only to be met with utter darkness...he goes further...the darkness still remains. Further and further into his memories and only darkness. With one last hope, he arrived at his first memory.

Though it would make sense not to remember his first seconds of existence, for him, the problem lied in the fact that he did remember it...being that of hundreds of different encounters. Once in an ancient castle, once in a snow-covered sky, once in a city, once in a capsule, once in a spaceship, once in a space station...though each scenario couldn't have possibly have occurred at once, every time he checked his data the images overlayed onto one another when read as oldest to newest, forming a blob of color. Worse yet, this anomaly had occurred in the recollection of any past acquaintances. Each face, each body, each species...unrecognizable. Frogs, Tellys, Mets, Humans, Compasses, Knights, Angels, Devils, Masks, cyclopes with misaligned eyes...it had all been molded into a disturbing figure. It was only through the careful process of stripping the layers that the images could be seen clearly...yet no names could be given to them. No locations could be given to them. Be they friend or foe, be they lovers or haters, be that family or random strangers. Be they what gave him purpose. None of it was known.

The idea that his mind was filled with memories yet no just cause to them...that he had lived a thousand timelines but it all was for nothing...

Thousands upon thousands of letters and numbers flashed in his vision, each one being read by his own voice despite not being the one choosing to do so. The barrage of garbage data quickly came to stress his processor's power. His CPU raced and asked itself how such a simple thought could use power and quickly ran through each and every single scenario, each resulting in something unsatisfactory. Even as he did this, he knew what the truth was, what the root of the problem was. And yet the idea of even taking acknowledgement of it seemed so uncanny and taboo that he feared it would break his CPU. Sure, some machines could emulate it, but those same machines could just as easily shut it off. So why was he different? He had managed it before, but despite disabling every single piece of his personality, the thought and feelingstill remained. And yet...what else was there to do? He could not move, could not see. No one was coming to save him. And so...
He relented.

...
...
...
Slowly, steadily, various lines appeared, curving and shortening. When they were done they formed the word...

FEAR

The single phrase entered his mind...followed by clear silence. A strange...something...swelled from within. He couldn't quite place his finger on it, but it felt like something worth...protecting. Something worth all the blurry pictures, all the blackouts and all the unfamiliar faces...

He suddenly felt himself being lifted by his own legs and his own visor opening as per his automated protocol. Through his green vision, a strange blob came into focus, letting out a cry loud and somber enough to make the heavens rain. Behind him, a line of colors that stood out from the darkness he was used to.
...
Slowly, step by step, Jack walked towards the blob. As he got closer, an identification marker appeared in his head.
So his name is Quin...
Huh?
Quin, upon seeing the metal skeleton, naturally jumped back...off the tower.
Nooooo!
He closed his eyes as down he fell, the wind picking up...then a loud thud before the silence...wasen’t that what was supposed to happen? So why was there this strange feeling within his torso? As he opened his eyes, a large metal bone had pierced him and was dragging him upwards. As Quin reached the ledge, there was a somewhat familiar machine shaped like a snake.
Finally with that blob safe, Jack breathed a sigh of relief.
Thank you!
...
Are...are you okay?
...Yes. Yes I am. You?
Well...
Quin looks down at the hole in his chest which quickly regenerates.
I’m feeling great!

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Hello? Are you still on the line?

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As Rodan enters the cloud, the voice gets louder, though it doesn't seem directed at him now.
Now that the first wish has been made, hand the bird the orb so he can stop the winds of this world.
...*yawn* Fine, just let me stretch.
After a short while, Cloud flies out, holding in his hands a greenish-grey orb...although it seems to have slightly dimmed.
*yawn* I...I got the orb you’re looking for…*yawn*
I...I’m sorry...I’m just too…tired to...
*snores*

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As the machines follow, I tried my best not to look at them too much. Sure they each look far too different to mistake one another, but they all bore that same lonesome design quirk that he bore. It would make sense after all; the commander had tried her best to ease the burden that would be protecting descendents of the blue bomber. But even then, ignoring the similarities, some of them...they just don’t seem natural. I mean, for creations of Cossack, they seem...like they were made by a mad doctor. While these two are okay...I guess, the one behind them...

I just...get this strange feeling like it’s staring deep into my robotic soul...and wishing it could rip it out of my body. ...Regardless, we finally arrived at the lab. I...I’ve never really looked at this place before. Tubes lined the walls connected to strange monitors as well as to capsules, each containing various Joes. Science isn’t exactly all that fascinating, but I will give it some respect. After all, it’s why I’m here.
Thank you. We’ll take it from here.
...
Uh mam?
...!
Oh sorry. These should be the last of the OVERs.
Good. Honestly with the data we’ve received from the others, I doubt we’ll need them.
Still...
The Research Joe pulls out a big screwdriver.

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Quin finds himself at the edge of the tower. Staring down yields nothing but the confirmation that such a fall would never end.
...Hello?
Is anyone there?
His voice echoes into the void...nothing but a strange croaking sound can be heard responding back.
...
...
...*sniff*
Quin falls to his knees.
What if...what if no one’s coming to rescue us? Have...have we...been forgotten? It..it wouldn’t be the first time...first by Null and now I guess by everyone else. They...they must hate me even though I...
...I...
...I...
...*sniff*...
...
...
...

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Martin just stands in shock, unsure of what to say that wouldn't upset the grey king.

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Cloud simply gives the Kool-Aid Man and Trill a look before drinking the root beer.
*chug* *chug* *chug* Ahhhh.
...!
What kind of beer is this? It's...bubbly and fizzy! *burp*
Is this some kind of joke? It's making me feel...
...

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Win? There is no win, for there is no struggle, only indulgence.
Nuru bashes King II towards the girl with the shield then proceeds into fire a burst of plasmic lasers at them.

Rodan spots a hole in a cloud and a voice calling him towards it.

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I think it's called Root Beer. Never heard of it, but if its beer it must calm your nerves. ...You know...that actually looks kind of good.
Glass buys himself another Root Beer, this time for him to try.

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King II is still being used as a meatshield.*
*See post 2 of page 244.

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I do not promote the usage of alcohol to calm your nerves. Though I understand why some drink it, it's effects on the mind outweigh the pros. Not that people that drink are terrible people of course and in the end it's your decision. Just please be aware of the risks before deciding to do so.

...Okay, but do you have any particular weapons in mind or do you simply want a package containing base weapons? The package will cost 100 Smash Coins or...73 Pac-Pellets.

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Martin has a bad feeling about what's about to happen next.

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Glad to hear that. Now then, Captain Roza wants to speak to you all. ...Except for you three OVERs. Come with me.

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Glass hands Trill a bottle filled with liquid.

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Nonsense. It was Wily, not us, that resulted in our failures. His genius shrouded his common sense.
Uh hey, aren't we flying past the base?
...! (that's what I get for listening to you guys). I know what I'm doing. Just uh...
The Pilot Joe begins to somewhat panic, hitting buttons and whatnot.
It takes a while, but eventually the helicopter lands, although being one of the last ones to do so. This doesn't go by unnoticed.

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Excellent. What would you like?

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Nuru continues to strike at the girl before suddenly teleporting to King II.
Let's see what you can do now.
King II was used as a meatshield!

I'm calling for Smithy Industries to inform you that due to your recent actions you now apply for tier one and two of the Wicked Weaponry package! With heroes always showing up, what better way to get the edge over them than to use weapons that have defeated others in the past? Axes, blades, rifles, nukes, soulslayers, yolk artillery, turrets, sappers, drones, traps, we have it all. Just simply order whatever you feel like and so long as you have the cash or similar means, expect your shipment in a span of just a few hours.

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Here.
Delta received a stopwatch!
Eta received a crystal ball!
Without even explaining what they're for or saying goodbye, Null teleports away to...

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Ensuring beforehand he's in the right spot, he calls out to the four robots that have just teleported there.
So that’s...
Long time no see boss! You remember old Bomb Man, right?
Of course. You don’t still have that EMP bomb located in your head, correct?*
N-no-no sir..
Good. One of the worst mistakes I made.
Bomb looks down thinking about something while Null looks to the rest.
Well...save for Quick, hello by the way, you all likely have yet to know who I am or why you were created.
We already know the details my lord.
He wouldn’t let us forget it. I can still recite his exact words.
It was easier to remember once I put it into song.
Don’t remind me. That little earworm’s still popping up time to time.
Well then...I'll waste no time.
Null pulls out a massive shovel and plunges it into the ground. Blue runes begin to appear on the handle and head, surprising the group.
Hope you're all ready for a treasure hunt.
The dirt below them starts to shake and glow.

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Wasting no time, Martin calls Mighty...again.

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*In Absurd Roleplay, the Bomb Man created by Null self-detonated a bomb after being defeated.

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Uh...hey kid, er metal child thing. You alright? Uh...need a drink?

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...Oi. I know that dirty ape anywhere...
Another figure appeared right alongside him.
As do I.
Hey, get your own enemy.
That is my enemy.
Looking behind him, he is surprised to find an exact duplicate of himself save for a change in color.
And uh...who might you be?
Is it not obvious? I am you and you are I.
You certainly don't sound like me.
Hmph. Believe what you want, but regardless, that ape must fall.
...Why do you want him dead?
I, or we, don't want him dead, do we? We want him humiliated like how he did to us.
...*hmph* Maybe you are me. At the very least, you certainly have my attention.

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As Cloud awakens, a sliver of multicolored light shines down on him from a stained window.
Where...
Come to me.
Who’s there?
Come to me.
The light slowly disappeared, making the room pitch black...save for a single greenish-grey orb. Cloud blinks and suddenly he is standing before it.
Recite the chant.
…
As DS Rodan enters the cloud, he sees an open hole in the sky castle allowing easy access.

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Hmm...the summoner. Summoner...Ah!
Martin hits a button on his phone, ending the call. Right after, he shows it to him.
While I don’t know 100 percent where he is located, I can contact him with this. He should be with a friend of mine.

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Through making a makeshift car out of some screws found in her pocket, some metal plates, and a car, Clover stealthily drives off road towards the marker on her phone. Meanwhile, two soldiers can be seen a reasonable distance behind.
Surely she knows we're following her.
Yeah...why was she even given access to go alone anyways?
Who knows? Seems like a stup-
Trackers picking up unknown markers, 15, to our west 200 meters away.
Get out the binoculars. I’ll continue driving.
The soldier searches his bag while the driver tries to keep up with Clover. While they were admittedly far too close for her not to notice, she was off in her own world, not even looking at the road save for the occasional glance.

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Nuru tanks whatever damage was dealt if any and strikes the girl directly, using the confidence residues coming from her as the means of finding her.

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(I know that's not the name, but I'm still calling it that.)
Spooky gets a phone call.

Inside of the mail was the following:


From: Knowledgeable Bark Co.
Hello! You may have already won a million dollars! All you need to do is to take ( n a t u r a l ) all( observation ) of ( c a p t u r e d) your money and first click the ( subject ) of this message, then click the link within. ( It may lead you to the source ) of your million dollars! (o f t h e m a t t e r)

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Martin pauses for a second before stating.
...I think I have it taken care of.
Martin then presses a button on his phone before putting it in his pocket.
Everyone lower your weapons. He seems unarmed.
The nearest soldiers take a few steps back while lowering their rifles. Mackra is one of the last to do so.
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?

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Martin's conservation echoes out of Mighty's transceiver. Seems he put it on speaker phone.

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Glass looks out the window then back to Narcian.
From a cliff, a figure watches the invasion and laughs at the voice.

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An high current blows D.S. Rodan out of the way, buying Cloud enough time to be sent into a huge cloud.
What the...a castle?
The wind blows harder and harder, by now sending Cloud towards a large window.
No no no!
*CRASH*

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The other joes look over as the Comicbook Nerd Militia thinks for a second before responding.

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.

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*Laws of Programing*

@TheHighTower : I thought Cranky gave the time orb to Papa Betas?

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Glass looks at Narcian with surprise before pulling out a Vulnerary.

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As Cloud runs, a loud, inhuman scream knocks Cloud down out of sheer power.
Wha...what?
...
Cloud covers his eyes as Burning Desire prepares a harodukero...but smoke is all that comes out.
...
...
Burning Desire slowly turned to ash and blew away. Meanwhile, Cloud contuined to cover his eyes before taking a peek.
...?
!
Well...that was weird.
Cloud slowly readjusts himself before rising in the air, looking down to see the fires have all gone out.
And I'm done. I saved a forest critter, took out a forest fire made by a pyromaniac and the pyromaniac himself. I deserve...
Cloud looks around to make sure nothing happens.
...a break!
Cloud leaves the scene...only to be blown upwards by an unseen force.
Woah!(God * it!)

Calling the location of the wind orb.

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Hey Delta. Before I go anywhere, let me give you something. I just need to...
Null pulls out a computer and starts typing while also holding a phone and typing.

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As the flame core falls into the volcano, it starts to expand before skyrocketing into space.
As the time core sits still, it starts to expand before skyrocketing into space.

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Mackra and a few other soldier turn around and on instinct point their guns.
Hands up where I can see em.
Martin meanwhile calls Mighty via a transceiver.
Mighty...we may have a situation over.

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As the helicopter flies over the mountains, the Over bros overhear two Joes talking to one another.
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.
Hammer Joe shows a picture of a exercise machine with his identification number carved into the dumbbells.
Ain't she a bute.
...
Buckle up gentlemen if you haven't, running into some turbulence.

A Militia Joe looks over at the two Overs.

Say, you guys mind if I ask ya a question?
Not waiting for an answer, he asks anyways.
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.
Militia Joe looks over to Over-0.
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.
Comic-Book Nerd Militia offers both of them a fist bump.

Feeling lucky, Sniper Joe throws another Grenade.
(I think I can. 7-4 equals 3 but since everyone gains 1WE at the end, I would have 4WE if my math's correct).

64-23(/2)=12. 54.

Fine, I'll do it myself.

...Crud.
75-(23/2)=11.

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Redbomber
Hp:64/75

Gamma:
HP:59/75

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Glass tries to keep a snicker from escaping his mouth. It fails.

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Martin sighed before returning to the throne room. There, he finds someone eagerly awaiting him.
You saw that! Where did they come from?
Maybe reniforcements form King's army?
Heh, who knows? Either way, we annihilated em!
...That reminds me Macrka. Did you order those men to use incendiary rounds?
But of course!
*sighs*Mackra.
...Yeah?
While I commemorate you on how quickly you got your men into position, aren't you aware we're running out on regular ammo as it is, let alone flame-based?
He expected Mackra to shuffle his feet on the floor or to deny any knowledge of the shortage.
Ah but Martin, we now have ammo to spare!
Explain
Well you see-
...wait. Did you salvage some from-
Yup. This castle's got crates upon crates of resources stockpiled below. I would of said something, but when that large behemoth appeared, I figured I'd surprise ya.
Hmmph. Surprised me you did man. Just like when you fell into the ocean.
Only to come out with the largest fish any of else have ever seen.
We ate good that night didn't we?
Yeah,...well except for Harold. He kept talking about how all we ever ate was fish.
*tsk*Yeah, but once he caught the smell of the dish we were making, that shut him up real fast.
Martin and Mackra laugh and continue to reminisce and talk about old times.

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As Cheat Man continues to alter the code, various exclamation marks replace objects in the room.

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As Mount respawns, he finds the server room in a panic.
[]{nature] What's going on?!
Hacker detected. The System itself is automatically responding by attempting to temporarily delete whatever code he touches. It appears to be security measures made before we took over.
As 221 continues to type with increasing speed, his monitor turns into an exclamation mark.
Gah!
I've got a lock on the area sir.
221 yells out before turning into a exclamation mark.
Isolate the area now and load a previous update! NOW!

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Inaction Zo-[/sizero]

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ERROR. REBOOTING.

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Without warning, Cheat Man's connection snaps. Slowly, the green and dark colors fade and brighten to reveal a myriad
of colors. CX looks around with surprise and fear.

Wily Fortress Resorted.

@ch4s3man : Eh, not really. Everyone makes mistakes after all, myself included. The key is to get past that and as preached as that last statement is, people often forget that.

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Sensing a stalemate, Sniper Joe throws a Sniper Grenade at his counterpart.
HP:69/75
WE:7/7(?)
(Since I'm going last, that means that a new turn has occurred and thus our weapon energy has gone up by one, correct?)
Sniper Shield 2/3

Sniper Joe holds his Sniper Shield out soon afterwards.
75/69
7/7

Sniper Shield 3/3

The Joe finds himself before a mirror...oh wait, its:
Sniper Joe
75/75
7/7
Status: Confused.
Sniper Joe uses Sniper Shield...which begs the question: If their the same speed, would the defensive effect go before or after or would it be a simple thing of whoever posted first?