Demons of the Past
And the three friends finally find the Tracking Station, the usual disagreements
arise.
Sizzleburn: This old piece of junk can't be the Tracking Station!
Ultima999: Yes it is!
Rekozen: We better hope it is. I ain't fighting no Pain_Death again!
Ultima999: OK, let's just go in.
Sizzleburn: I bet you ANYTHING that this isn't the Tracking Station.
Ultima999: Shut up and go in.
Rekozen: Someone forgot to drink his coffee this morning.
They go inside.
Ultima999: Well, Sizzleburn, that computer is the Tracker. Ha!
Sizzleburn: ......
Rekozen: Computer! Activate!
Tracker: Greetings (beep) Please enter password...
Rekozen: Password- Out342In | Change Password- Ultima999isanidiot...
Tracker: Access Granted (beep) New Password Accepted (beep)
Ultima999: I'll get you for this Rekozen!
Rekozen: Computer! Show all possible locations of the Arekon Cell creation
lab.
Tracker: Tracking..... (beep)(beep) Displaying map...
Rekozen: Hmm....
Sizzleburn + Ultima999: ......
Rekozen: WHAT? The whole world is almost covered with possible location!
Even parts of the ocean!
Tracker: (beep)
Rekozen: Let's see then. Computer! Display the 10 most infected areas
of Arekon Cells!
Most of the dots disappear, leaving 10.
Rekozen: Computer! Display the coldest, darkest of those 10 regions.
9 of the dots disappear, leaving 1.
Rekozen: It looks like the Arekon Cells are being created in... the Underground
Poetry Corner! The special bio-cell structure of the Arekon Cells displayed
requirement for a cold, harsh area in which to mature before infection
a living creature.
Sizzleburn + Ultima999: I knew it!
Ultima999: There was always something disturbing about that place.
Sizzleburn: It isn't that surprising.
Rekozen: Once again, I am amazed at my own brilliance.
Ultima999: I wonder why no one ever thought of that.
They leave the building to find 3 large, red, devil-like creatures staring
upon them.
Sizzleburn: What on earth are those?
Ultima999: Probably here to kick our butts.
Rekozen: Don't panic. We need to find out what they are, so we can attack
them with their weakness.
Ultima999: What do you think they are?
Sizzleburn: Demons of the Past.
Ultima999: Correct. We need a church or something around here.
Rekozen: DO YOU THINK THERE'S A CHURCH NEARBY?
Ultima999: Well, I don't see you coming up with a better plan.
Rekozen: If only we had a Chia to throw at them.
Sizzleburn: Like that'll ever happen.
A spotted Chia walks by.
Rekozen: Grab him!
They grab the Chia and toss it at the demons, which grab the Chia and
set it down gently.
Demons of the Past: Us? Eat Chias? Chias are our common allies!
Rekozen + Ultima999: You...are...about...to...get your butt kicked!!!
Rekozen kicks a demon into Ultima999 who crushes the demon's back with
an elbow shot. Ultima999 hurls Rekozen into the air who comes down at
the speed of a meteor and annihilates a demon. Ultima999 punches the Chia,
who punches back but misses, then Ultima999 trips him and Sizzleburn and
Rekozen both jump on the Chia and eradicates it.
Rekozen: That was fun.
Ultima999: There's still one more.
Sizzleburn: He's mine.
Sizzleburn jumps into the air and the ARENA satellite beams a Rainbow
Frost Cannon to him and he blasts the demon with cold air.
Ultima999: There! We can get to the Poetry Corner now.
Rekozen: We gotta do this more often.
Sizzleburn: You're telling me.
Ultima999: Remember guys, get as stubborn as possible so we can survive
the Arekon Cells.
Sizzleburn: Who made you in charge, Ultima999?
Rekozen: Yeah, you and your logicless mind can't lead us!
Sizzleburn: Butt out, Rekozen, you freak of nature!
Ultima999: I can tell you guys what to do all I want!
Rekozen: Sizzleburn, don't make me hurt you!
Ultima999: Rekozen, you couldn't hurt a fly! All you use is verbal words.
And by the way, YOU TALK TOO MUCH!
Sizzleburn: I could take you, Rekozen!
Rekozen: Ultima999, you four-eyed rat-faced stuck-up idiot, take this
wood, and shove it-
Sizzleburn:You both stink!
As the three friends prepare to fight an unknown evil (and they're already
fighting each other), the dark organization gets stronger by the minute.
To be continued...
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