Resurrecting [Plot Post; locked to ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) darknessblues hey wut this] |
[Feb. 29th, 2008|12:53 am] |
For the glory of the Darkloids.
The others were gone, deleted. There were dark data fragments lying around here and there, but the decaying patterns of other Darkloids showed clear marks of having been decaying for a long time. The one who had defeated them was etched into it as well and revealed with a little scanning.
MegaMan and one of his alternates. Unsurprisingly. There was a bit of unfamiliar data in there too, signed with the mark of the Sharo military, but he didn't know who had done that.
He wasn't strong enough to do anything about it here, especially not with that interloper alternate of his and those ridiculous alter egos. Not on his own.
Surely out there there had to be another like him, but stronger. Without the taint of lightness that stained him now. He gathered the dark chip data he could find and absorbed it, though ProtoMan once again blocked some of its effects. The fool. That balancer ultimate program would only do that so long, no matter. Once he found a proper source of Dark Chips and a decent ally from the multiverse, he could wreak his revenge.
He stepped out into the Nexus again. They had to exist. They had to.
I hope not. |
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| Psychoanalysis |
[Feb. 16th, 2008|09:42 pm] |
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"Oh," Blues sighed. "Where is that program..."
He had returned home from the Nexus, only to find the Darkloids a huddled mass, defeated and clinging onto existence by barest shreds of data. Clearly they had lost somehow. It was only a matter of time. The mostly-decayed Burnerman had ordered him to a certain location to find a program that would--and this confused Blues, as he was in working order--fix him.
"But there's nothing wrong with me."
The remaining Navis scoffed. Burnerman looked incredulous. "Just go, ProtoMan."
Admittedly, there was something wrong with him. But the teetering, ancient program trapped in a low level of the net didn't seem like it could help anyone.
( Cut for Exchange )
The Darkloid glared at the swirl of pixels that were fading away into the backdrop of the network. The momentary burst from the Dark Chip would serve to fuel him until he got back to the Darkloids, but it wouldn't keep the other two silent. Not any more. He just didn't grasp the fleeting thought that the rest would be defragmented by the time he got there.
((This is an actual easter egg program hidden in Unix-based OSes. To enter it in Mac OS X, go to the Terminal window and type emacs, then hit shift + esc and type x doctor. It can produce some very amusing results, and I thought they'd be interesting to see.)) |
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| Note (OOC) |
[Aug. 4th, 2006|01:24 pm] |
Blues Blaze-mun is going away on vacation from the 9th to the 12th. Of August, which is this month. Any plots he is needed for will be posted of here, plzkthnx.
(Apologies to anyone whose friends page this mass of notices interferes with. Mun merely wanted to cover all the bases.) |
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