Bound to Earth: A CK2 Earthbound Quest in an 8-bit Dystopia
- Thread starter Crosswire
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- Crossover Sci-Fi
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- Italian City
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- He/They/Name
[X] Plan: Hanging with the Treehouse Club
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Omake: Picky Goes to the Hospital
It happened on his way back home from the hill, after he fought that snake. He felt an itch on his arm that got more and more annoying the farther he walked. It didn't really hurt, but it got pretty annoying. So eventually he stopped to take a look at it.
Ick…
It wasn't that bad honestly, definitely not as bad as the time he tripped and fell on a nail. But he still didn't like the look of the slowly swelling bump on his arm and the teensy tiny bit of blood on it.
Not a big deal really, he'd just run home, steal a bandaid from the medicine cabinet, and drink some lemonade. Once he was bandaged and hydrated he'd run off and continue playing for the day.
Although it was weird he had an injury in the first place. All he did was walk, climb a few trees, fight a snake…
Oh.
The first iotas of worry started to seep into Picky as he considered the implications. Animal bites were definitely a step above the average injuries. You could get sick, especially if the animal had some kind of disease.
Picky cautiously examined the wound, an uncharacteristically worried look on his face as he examined it from multiple angles. There was only one little puncture that was bleeding. But weren't snakes supposed to have two fangs?
Maybe it missed and only one of the fangs got me? Picky wondered
Porky would know. Picky took off at a run towards his house. At least I hope he does, because I really, really don't want to ask Mom or Dad.
When Picky arrived back at his house, Porky was standing outside doing… something. Birdwatching maybe? He had a bunch of rocks in one hand, and the other was hanging limply by his side. There sure did seem to be a lot of crows outside now that he thought about it.
"I have a question," Picky announced as he slid to a stop beside his brother.
"What is it?" Porky's eyes didn't leave the crows, which appeared to be flying around in a big mob. Seemed a little odd.
"Theoretically if someone was bitten by a snake, how bad would that be?" Picky wasn't going to just come out and say he got bitten by a snake. Porky would absolutely use it as gossip if he felt like it.
"Well, it depends on the snake of course. But in general?" Porky turned to Picky with a wicked smile. "Snakes have huuuuge fangs that leave big puncture wounds like you got stabbed with a knife! And most of them are venomous too! All it takes is one little bite, and whatever they bit is going to die sooner or later."
"Oh." Cold dread quickly pierced the entirety of Picky's soul "You don't say."
"Yeah, snakes are pretty wicked. If Mom and Dad ever let us have a pet I might like one." Porky said, turning his eyes back on the crows.
"Hey, I'm gonna… go to town real quick. Bye!" Picky took off at a dead sprint.
"Huh. Wonder what's up with up with him." Porky waited until Picky was out of sight to pull out his slingshot. His eyes narrowed in concentration as he took aim at one of the crows and restarted his target practice.
But this story isn't about him so let's move on.
By the time Picky's feet hit the sidewalks of Onett he was out of breath and had to slow down. Unfortunately, the hospital was on the other side of Onett, so he still had a ways to go.
He crossed the street and ran past the town hall. Without bothering to look he ran across the street again, causing an angry driver to honk at him.
"Sorry!" Picky spun around to apologize and turned back to keep running-
WHAM
"Oof!" Picky hit the ground hard, dazed and out of breath.
"Hey watch where you're going punk!" Picky cracked open his eyes to see a Skate Punk in front of him, quickly bending over to retrieve his skateboard before glaring at Picky through his goggles. "You made me wipe out!"
"Sorry, I'm in a hurry," Picky said, trying to pick himself off the ground.
"Sorry isn't gonna cut it! I was riding along doing tricks until you came along and messed me up." The skater put his board on the ground and got ready to charge into Picky with it.
"I really need to get through! I got bit by a snake and I think I'm dying!" Picky screwed up his face like he was crying and showed the Skate Punk his arm.
He wasn't really crying, but the Skate Punk didn't need to know that.
"Oh… yeah that sucks. Uh…" The Skate Punk awkwardly rubbed the back of his helmet, looking more uncomfortable than anything. "I'll let you off the hook, but just this once! The hospital's right there."
"Thanks, I'm sorry for making you wipe out!" Picky ran off before the Punk could change his mind.
"Did you just let that kid go?" The Skate Punk looked back to see a Pogo Punk with his arms crossed.
"Look, he was having a bad day, he got bit by a snake and he thinks he's dying. I signed up for a little anarchy, not because I'm a monster. You're just mad because his brother slugged you with a slingshot."
"Am not!" The Pogo Punk retorted
"Am too!" The Skate Punk and Pogo Punk locked eyes before each of them boarded their favorite mode of transportation and prepared to duke it out.
But this story isn't about them so let's move on.
Picky almost ran directly into the hospital doors before he slowed down and let the automatic doors catch up. As soon as he was in the lobby he called out, "I need to see a doctor it's urgent!"
"I'm sorry sweetie he has a patient with him. You'll have to wait a few minutes" The woman at the front desk explained.
"Oh. Okay." Picky sat down in the lobby to wait.
This is already boring.
He started picking through the magazines in the lobby. He didn't understand why Dad found this stuff so fascinating. There were magazines about wildlife, stuff about machinery, ads for jobs, and stuff. He didn't get why his dad liked the magazine about swimsuits so much. It wasn't like swimming was common in Onett, and he didn't even look at the swimsuits for guys.
After an hour (15 minutes) the patient left and Picky was allowed to go see the doctor.
*sigh* "Hello young man what seems to be the problem?" The tired-looking doctor turned to Picky
"I got bitten by a snake and I think I'm dying!" Picky yelled, all in one breath.
The Doctor stuttered in place, apparently surprised to have such an easy explanation. "Well, that should be easy enough to solve. The hospital has plenty of antidotes, can you tell me what kind of snake it was?"
"A Coil Snake."
"A what?"
"A Coil Snake! You know, it was coiled up like a spring." Picky explained.
The doctor stared at him for a total of 5 seconds, his face growing steadily redder before the dam burst. "Young man, that's something almost all snakes do! It's a defensive position to make themselves appear larger. Calling a snake a 'coil snake' means absolutely nothing!"
"Oh." Picky said dumbly.
"Now let's try that again. What color was the snake? Was it thin or thick? About how long was it" The doctor asked.
"Er- It was green, thick I suppose, and it was a little longer than I am tall."
"Young man, you've just described the Onett Kingsnake." The Doctor said, his expression going flat.
"Y-you have the antidote for that right?" The Doctor's expression didn't change. "I-I'm not gonna die am I?"
"No." The doctor said bluntly. "Because The Onett Kingsnake isn't venomous at all."
"B-but aren't snakes-?"
"No not all snakes are venomous!" The Doctor shouted out, seeming enraged by Picky's ignorance. "The Onett Kingsnake is a nonvenomous constrictor snake. It's called a kingsnake because it kills and eats other snakes! That's the reason why Onett has such a mild snake population, the kingsnakes keep out all of the dangerous venomous snakes."
"You know a lot about animals don't you?"
"I wanted to be a vet. My mother convinced me that there was more money to be had in being a doctor." The doctor explained, looking briefly pained before he looked back to Picky. "Also, you haven't even shown me where the "bite" is."
"Oh right. It's right here." Picky held out his arm, and the doctor examined it, sweeping his eyes over the raised bump and the single bleeding puncture wound on Picky's arm. He slowly looked up at Picky, his eyes half shut with disbelief.
He turned around, walked over to his tools, and scooped one up at random, he returned, grabbing hold of Picky's arm with one hand and using the tool in the other. For a brief moment, Picky felt a tight pinch, before the doctor held out the pair of tweezers to where Picky could see.
"This is a splinter." The doctor said, slowly turning the wooden nail so Picky could see it. "You came running to the hospital, and got an appointment with me, because of a splinter? How did you even get it?"
"Well, I did fight the snake with a wooden stick. I guess while I was flailing it around I got a splinter?" Picky said cautiously. The doctor was starting to worry him.
*Sigh* "Well, everything is fine. The splinter has been removed, and you're otherwise in perfectly good health." The doctor looked exhausted. "Now then, I can't charge you for any medicine since you didn't take any, but there's still the consultation fee to consider."
"Consultation fee?" Picky slowly stood up, carefully placing his hands in his pocket.
"As a doctor, my time is very valuable, and you have wasted a great deal of it. The consultation fee is $25" The doctor leaned forward, hands folded in front of him as he stared at Picky.
"Oh. Uh." Picky's mind raced. How did he get out of this exactly? "I don't have any money on me but my Dad is in the waiting room. I'll go get him!"
Picky turned and ran before the doctor could even get up from his chair, bursting through the door and running away as fast as his little legs could take him.
"More money than a vet she said…" The doctor stared forlornly at the open door before sitting back at his desk, and reaching under it for some 'self-medication'
Which is to say a big bottle of scotch.
But the story isn't about him, so let's leave it at that.
Ick…
It wasn't that bad honestly, definitely not as bad as the time he tripped and fell on a nail. But he still didn't like the look of the slowly swelling bump on his arm and the teensy tiny bit of blood on it.
Not a big deal really, he'd just run home, steal a bandaid from the medicine cabinet, and drink some lemonade. Once he was bandaged and hydrated he'd run off and continue playing for the day.
Although it was weird he had an injury in the first place. All he did was walk, climb a few trees, fight a snake…
Oh.
The first iotas of worry started to seep into Picky as he considered the implications. Animal bites were definitely a step above the average injuries. You could get sick, especially if the animal had some kind of disease.
Picky cautiously examined the wound, an uncharacteristically worried look on his face as he examined it from multiple angles. There was only one little puncture that was bleeding. But weren't snakes supposed to have two fangs?
Maybe it missed and only one of the fangs got me? Picky wondered
Porky would know. Picky took off at a run towards his house. At least I hope he does, because I really, really don't want to ask Mom or Dad.
When Picky arrived back at his house, Porky was standing outside doing… something. Birdwatching maybe? He had a bunch of rocks in one hand, and the other was hanging limply by his side. There sure did seem to be a lot of crows outside now that he thought about it.
"I have a question," Picky announced as he slid to a stop beside his brother.
"What is it?" Porky's eyes didn't leave the crows, which appeared to be flying around in a big mob. Seemed a little odd.
"Theoretically if someone was bitten by a snake, how bad would that be?" Picky wasn't going to just come out and say he got bitten by a snake. Porky would absolutely use it as gossip if he felt like it.
"Well, it depends on the snake of course. But in general?" Porky turned to Picky with a wicked smile. "Snakes have huuuuge fangs that leave big puncture wounds like you got stabbed with a knife! And most of them are venomous too! All it takes is one little bite, and whatever they bit is going to die sooner or later."
"Oh." Cold dread quickly pierced the entirety of Picky's soul "You don't say."
"Yeah, snakes are pretty wicked. If Mom and Dad ever let us have a pet I might like one." Porky said, turning his eyes back on the crows.
"Hey, I'm gonna… go to town real quick. Bye!" Picky took off at a dead sprint.
"Huh. Wonder what's up with up with him." Porky waited until Picky was out of sight to pull out his slingshot. His eyes narrowed in concentration as he took aim at one of the crows and restarted his target practice.
But this story isn't about him so let's move on.
By the time Picky's feet hit the sidewalks of Onett he was out of breath and had to slow down. Unfortunately, the hospital was on the other side of Onett, so he still had a ways to go.
He crossed the street and ran past the town hall. Without bothering to look he ran across the street again, causing an angry driver to honk at him.
"Sorry!" Picky spun around to apologize and turned back to keep running-
WHAM
"Oof!" Picky hit the ground hard, dazed and out of breath.
"Hey watch where you're going punk!" Picky cracked open his eyes to see a Skate Punk in front of him, quickly bending over to retrieve his skateboard before glaring at Picky through his goggles. "You made me wipe out!"
"Sorry, I'm in a hurry," Picky said, trying to pick himself off the ground.
"Sorry isn't gonna cut it! I was riding along doing tricks until you came along and messed me up." The skater put his board on the ground and got ready to charge into Picky with it.
"I really need to get through! I got bit by a snake and I think I'm dying!" Picky screwed up his face like he was crying and showed the Skate Punk his arm.
He wasn't really crying, but the Skate Punk didn't need to know that.
"Oh… yeah that sucks. Uh…" The Skate Punk awkwardly rubbed the back of his helmet, looking more uncomfortable than anything. "I'll let you off the hook, but just this once! The hospital's right there."
"Thanks, I'm sorry for making you wipe out!" Picky ran off before the Punk could change his mind.
"Did you just let that kid go?" The Skate Punk looked back to see a Pogo Punk with his arms crossed.
"Look, he was having a bad day, he got bit by a snake and he thinks he's dying. I signed up for a little anarchy, not because I'm a monster. You're just mad because his brother slugged you with a slingshot."
"Am not!" The Pogo Punk retorted
"Am too!" The Skate Punk and Pogo Punk locked eyes before each of them boarded their favorite mode of transportation and prepared to duke it out.
But this story isn't about them so let's move on.
Picky almost ran directly into the hospital doors before he slowed down and let the automatic doors catch up. As soon as he was in the lobby he called out, "I need to see a doctor it's urgent!"
"I'm sorry sweetie he has a patient with him. You'll have to wait a few minutes" The woman at the front desk explained.
"Oh. Okay." Picky sat down in the lobby to wait.
This is already boring.
He started picking through the magazines in the lobby. He didn't understand why Dad found this stuff so fascinating. There were magazines about wildlife, stuff about machinery, ads for jobs, and stuff. He didn't get why his dad liked the magazine about swimsuits so much. It wasn't like swimming was common in Onett, and he didn't even look at the swimsuits for guys.
After an hour (15 minutes) the patient left and Picky was allowed to go see the doctor.
*sigh* "Hello young man what seems to be the problem?" The tired-looking doctor turned to Picky
"I got bitten by a snake and I think I'm dying!" Picky yelled, all in one breath.
The Doctor stuttered in place, apparently surprised to have such an easy explanation. "Well, that should be easy enough to solve. The hospital has plenty of antidotes, can you tell me what kind of snake it was?"
"A Coil Snake."
"A what?"
"A Coil Snake! You know, it was coiled up like a spring." Picky explained.
The doctor stared at him for a total of 5 seconds, his face growing steadily redder before the dam burst. "Young man, that's something almost all snakes do! It's a defensive position to make themselves appear larger. Calling a snake a 'coil snake' means absolutely nothing!"
"Oh." Picky said dumbly.
"Now let's try that again. What color was the snake? Was it thin or thick? About how long was it" The doctor asked.
"Er- It was green, thick I suppose, and it was a little longer than I am tall."
"Young man, you've just described the Onett Kingsnake." The Doctor said, his expression going flat.
"Y-you have the antidote for that right?" The Doctor's expression didn't change. "I-I'm not gonna die am I?"
"No." The doctor said bluntly. "Because The Onett Kingsnake isn't venomous at all."
"B-but aren't snakes-?"
"No not all snakes are venomous!" The Doctor shouted out, seeming enraged by Picky's ignorance. "The Onett Kingsnake is a nonvenomous constrictor snake. It's called a kingsnake because it kills and eats other snakes! That's the reason why Onett has such a mild snake population, the kingsnakes keep out all of the dangerous venomous snakes."
"You know a lot about animals don't you?"
"I wanted to be a vet. My mother convinced me that there was more money to be had in being a doctor." The doctor explained, looking briefly pained before he looked back to Picky. "Also, you haven't even shown me where the "bite" is."
"Oh right. It's right here." Picky held out his arm, and the doctor examined it, sweeping his eyes over the raised bump and the single bleeding puncture wound on Picky's arm. He slowly looked up at Picky, his eyes half shut with disbelief.
He turned around, walked over to his tools, and scooped one up at random, he returned, grabbing hold of Picky's arm with one hand and using the tool in the other. For a brief moment, Picky felt a tight pinch, before the doctor held out the pair of tweezers to where Picky could see.
"This is a splinter." The doctor said, slowly turning the wooden nail so Picky could see it. "You came running to the hospital, and got an appointment with me, because of a splinter? How did you even get it?"
"Well, I did fight the snake with a wooden stick. I guess while I was flailing it around I got a splinter?" Picky said cautiously. The doctor was starting to worry him.
*Sigh* "Well, everything is fine. The splinter has been removed, and you're otherwise in perfectly good health." The doctor looked exhausted. "Now then, I can't charge you for any medicine since you didn't take any, but there's still the consultation fee to consider."
"Consultation fee?" Picky slowly stood up, carefully placing his hands in his pocket.
"As a doctor, my time is very valuable, and you have wasted a great deal of it. The consultation fee is $25" The doctor leaned forward, hands folded in front of him as he stared at Picky.
"Oh. Uh." Picky's mind raced. How did he get out of this exactly? "I don't have any money on me but my Dad is in the waiting room. I'll go get him!"
Picky turned and ran before the doctor could even get up from his chair, bursting through the door and running away as fast as his little legs could take him.
"More money than a vet she said…" The doctor stared forlornly at the open door before sitting back at his desk, and reaching under it for some 'self-medication'
Which is to say a big bottle of scotch.
But the story isn't about him, so let's leave it at that.
A little continuation of Picky getting into trouble. Picky is a funky little guy who actually tries to help Ness in Earthbound the one time you fight an enemy with him by your side, but he's also younger than Ness and Porky and doesn't do much after that. I could see him being scrappy and stupid enough to get into any number of scrapes.
I tried to continue the trend of Porky's family enraging animals with Porky shooting crows with a slingshot. I don't think he ever does anything with a slingshot in the game, but the rest of Ness's crew can so why not him?
Technically Earthbound doctors aren't cruel enough to charge you for something you could cure yourself, or that they can't cure. They don't charge anything when Ness is homesick or when Ninten has Asthma. But in every other respect, they will make you pay up before they'll help you with whatever problem you have.
Also, I thought it was funnier that way.
For the character's colors, I picked the colors for the Pogo Punk and Skate Punk based on their outfits, and I had no idea what to do for the others so I either picked one at random or phoned a friend.
I tried to continue the trend of Porky's family enraging animals with Porky shooting crows with a slingshot. I don't think he ever does anything with a slingshot in the game, but the rest of Ness's crew can so why not him?
Technically Earthbound doctors aren't cruel enough to charge you for something you could cure yourself, or that they can't cure. They don't charge anything when Ness is homesick or when Ninten has Asthma. But in every other respect, they will make you pay up before they'll help you with whatever problem you have.
Also, I thought it was funnier that way.
For the character's colors, I picked the colors for the Pogo Punk and Skate Punk based on their outfits, and I had no idea what to do for the others so I either picked one at random or phoned a friend.
- Location
- England, unfortunately.
- Pronouns
- She/They
you know, I just thought of something.
Visiting the Hill - and thus Buzz Buzz's meteor - might mean we can get some proof of the invasion in the form of (unusable unrepairable) tech.
What BB thinks is unimportant might not be. We might not be able to use it, but we could still potentially find a use for it if that makes sense.
[X] Plan: Hanging with the Treehouse Club
Visiting the Hill - and thus Buzz Buzz's meteor - might mean we can get some proof of the invasion in the form of (unusable unrepairable) tech.
What BB thinks is unimportant might not be. We might not be able to use it, but we could still potentially find a use for it if that makes sense.
[X] Plan: Hanging with the Treehouse Club
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The Mirror gave me an idea for an Omake. I'd love to do one, but I'd like to ask your permission first since I think it would be a little rude to use basically the same concept without asking first
Omake: George's Writings
- Location
- England, unfortunately.
- Pronouns
- She/They
Once I sought to change the future. It was my greatest mistake.
From the moment that Maria and I were abducted on that day at Mt. Itoi, perhaps my destiny was set. How would I have ever learned of the nature of PSI, that power of ones consciousness? As a reporter, how could I not indulge my curiosity in that alien race?
Perhaps that is the reason I spent far less time with the alien child than Maria did. If only I had not been focused on the potential of such knowledge, perhaps what is to come could have been avoided. But I cannot change the past.
PSI is a power of Ego - the self, ones own desires of how the world ought to be spilling forth to dye reality their own colours. For a reporter such as myself, the form that power took was natural. Abilities to 'See the Truth', at the expense of the far more common skills such as healing, or psychokinesis.
I started with the simple skill of Spirit Photography. Conjuring forth images of places I had never been. Performing a supernatural act felt incredible, but it as not enough. Soon, I began looking into Psychometry, reading an objects history through touch. I even tapped into a minor form of Telepathy.
Then the Dreams began.
The cloying darkness, the screams of billions. I knew these dreams were a premonition, but of what? Something terrible, but could I somehow avert it?
For whatever reason my captors would not allow me to inquire further. Perhaps they had foreseen some of what would happen, and were trying to protect Maria's adopted child. Perhaps they knew this tragedy would not affect them. Or perhaps they rightly feared the realm I explored.
The Dreamlands.
When I stole my captors technology and escaped there through my Magicant, I saw terrible things. Trees that dream of forests where none shall ever walk. Stormclouds that glare down with human eyes at their core. Worst, that horrifying, flesh coloured blob, that endless void bearing a terrifying childish innocence.
It is a maddening place. But there within, I saw the future clearly... and realised the fool I am.
I see an armada that blots out the sky. Our Mother, Earth, vanishes and the universe cares not.
I see a dark city that seeks to devour the horizon.
I see my great grandsons journey, and the hardships my folly will bring upon him.
I see the Child, Giygas, warped into something I cannot comprehend, having forgotten love. Four children, three boys and a girl, battle against the darkness.
When I escaped, I resolved to truly change fate.
Despite everything, I have failed. The visions have continued.
Yet I try. Ninten will learn Maria's melody. Eve will assist him to Itoi's peak. The knowledge of PSI has been spread.
I still have hope.
My vision of the children has changed. Two girls, two in shadow. It is proof.
The future does not refuse to change.
From the moment that Maria and I were abducted on that day at Mt. Itoi, perhaps my destiny was set. How would I have ever learned of the nature of PSI, that power of ones consciousness? As a reporter, how could I not indulge my curiosity in that alien race?
Perhaps that is the reason I spent far less time with the alien child than Maria did. If only I had not been focused on the potential of such knowledge, perhaps what is to come could have been avoided. But I cannot change the past.
PSI is a power of Ego - the self, ones own desires of how the world ought to be spilling forth to dye reality their own colours. For a reporter such as myself, the form that power took was natural. Abilities to 'See the Truth', at the expense of the far more common skills such as healing, or psychokinesis.
I started with the simple skill of Spirit Photography. Conjuring forth images of places I had never been. Performing a supernatural act felt incredible, but it as not enough. Soon, I began looking into Psychometry, reading an objects history through touch. I even tapped into a minor form of Telepathy.
Then the Dreams began.
The cloying darkness, the screams of billions. I knew these dreams were a premonition, but of what? Something terrible, but could I somehow avert it?
For whatever reason my captors would not allow me to inquire further. Perhaps they had foreseen some of what would happen, and were trying to protect Maria's adopted child. Perhaps they knew this tragedy would not affect them. Or perhaps they rightly feared the realm I explored.
The Dreamlands.
When I stole my captors technology and escaped there through my Magicant, I saw terrible things. Trees that dream of forests where none shall ever walk. Stormclouds that glare down with human eyes at their core. Worst, that horrifying, flesh coloured blob, that endless void bearing a terrifying childish innocence.
It is a maddening place. But there within, I saw the future clearly... and realised the fool I am.
I see an armada that blots out the sky. Our Mother, Earth, vanishes and the universe cares not.
I see a dark city that seeks to devour the horizon.
I see my great grandsons journey, and the hardships my folly will bring upon him.
I see the Child, Giygas, warped into something I cannot comprehend, having forgotten love. Four children, three boys and a girl, battle against the darkness.
When I escaped, I resolved to truly change fate.
Despite everything, I have failed. The visions have continued.
Yet I try. Ninten will learn Maria's melody. Eve will assist him to Itoi's peak. The knowledge of PSI has been spread.
I still have hope.
My vision of the children has changed. Two girls, two in shadow. It is proof.
The future does not refuse to change.
The common knowledge of the Average PSI user having a horrifying premonition of things to come once an hour is wrong. PSI-er George, who had a Trillion visions in a relative time lasting 10 seconds, is an outlier, and should not have been counted.
More seriously, trying to give a reasonable reason for George to have kinda low key been responsible for literally every problem in the Mother series (which leads to the last vestiges of humanity being seduced by the fascism born of a psychopathic immortal manchild and the near total annihilation of everything, by the by) that explains why he'd risk doing something like that. All to the tune of some good old lovecraftian madness. Given this hits closer to the actual setting, It probably conflicts with what the author had in mind, but I wanted to get the idea out of my head.
I also challenged myself to try to write it under 500 words, which is why it's pretty short. but honestly, there wasn't that much meat to this, so it's a decent challenge to get me to try writing more while reducing the amount of dead-weight. Don't think I perfectly succeeded, but I think I did better than I was expecting.
More seriously, trying to give a reasonable reason for George to have kinda low key been responsible for literally every problem in the Mother series (which leads to the last vestiges of humanity being seduced by the fascism born of a psychopathic immortal manchild and the near total annihilation of everything, by the by) that explains why he'd risk doing something like that. All to the tune of some good old lovecraftian madness. Given this hits closer to the actual setting, It probably conflicts with what the author had in mind, but I wanted to get the idea out of my head.
I also challenged myself to try to write it under 500 words, which is why it's pretty short. but honestly, there wasn't that much meat to this, so it's a decent challenge to get me to try writing more while reducing the amount of dead-weight. Don't think I perfectly succeeded, but I think I did better than I was expecting.
go ahead, its not like the concept belongs to me, lol
OMAKE AWARDS!
Mirror of Possibilities
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Already gave my feedback, thank you for the hard work <3
It's the Takoyaki Guy!
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This was a really well done story and it's always good to see Live a Live get some love. Picking Akira was unexpected, but very fitting for the setting. The one-sided conversation was fun to read and it was an excellent mix of a harsh understanding of the setting with a spark of optimism and encouragement near the end. Excellent work on making something that feels like it could have easily happened within the story.
Picky Fucking Dies Picky goes to the Hospital
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This was another funny little misadventure for Picky. I liked how you referenced what happened on the hill with the CROWS. Porky felt written pretty in character all things considered and the scenario was overall very amusing. You did a good job with this one.
Can One Man Be Blamed For the Future?
[ @The3rdCorinthian is awarded +200 EXP]
This was a really nice Omake focusing on George, a character mentioned only in the very first Mother game. I really enjoyed your explanation of how he escaped the aliens, I'd never considered using Magicant/Dreamlands like that. I feel the voice you wrote for George is well done and I appreciate the tone of the writing. It's grave, looming, and filled with apprehension and fear for the future. You certainly gave good lovecraft vibes with this. However I appreciate the hopeful ending, and the understanding that nothing is set in stone. It's honestly very inspiring, and a good twist of the famous Chrono Trigger line!
KnownParadox
Not a sphere
- Location
- Canada
But for now, I think a boost to our rolls is more than good enough.
Mini-Omake: PSI What-If Dabbles
Initially intended as an omake, I kind of ran out of steam, so I guess its a mini-omake/brief exploration of a concept now? Or maybe three mini-omakes in a trenchcoat? Either way, enjoy, or don't.
Specialized 'Kinetic' users can only learn one element, and thus are barred from learning any PSI that isn't related to that element. It could be that we would have an element of "Ice", learning PK Freeze and PSI Shield. It could be that we would have some other element, the one that we couldn't acquire in the games: say, PK Water and PSI LifeUp/Healing.
But should we really be restricted to just these classic elements? Why don't we go further? Explore, what could be if Cass would've acquired an esoteric element by going down the path of Kinetic PSI user?
Elements that show up in this omake/mini-omake: Star, Gravity, Karma.
- Star: Wishing Star is the most obvious technique I could think of that one could obtain from such an element, though Starstorm or even Meteor Strike might be something Cass of this timeline might've end up capable of performing. Imagine just smacking a Kraken with a meteor, that'd be fun
- Gravity: After I wrote this, I realized that Gravity was a bit too strong for an Alpha, but I decided to keep it in, mostly because "it is funny"
- Karma: Based off karmic gates in Rainworld, which required you to have certain karma level to pass, which means that Cass has to have certain karma level to be able to use high-end PSI techniques of her element. Even basic technique is something she can't use yet
Other elements I considered: "Time", "Void", "Blood", "Metal", and maybe a comedic one. I will probably continue at least one of these "timelines" - the one with element of "Star" in particular is interesting to me.
But should we really be restricted to just these classic elements? Why don't we go further? Explore, what could be if Cass would've acquired an esoteric element by going down the path of Kinetic PSI user?
Elements that show up in this omake/mini-omake: Star, Gravity, Karma.
- Star: Wishing Star is the most obvious technique I could think of that one could obtain from such an element, though Starstorm or even Meteor Strike might be something Cass of this timeline might've end up capable of performing. Imagine just smacking a Kraken with a meteor, that'd be fun
- Gravity: After I wrote this, I realized that Gravity was a bit too strong for an Alpha, but I decided to keep it in, mostly because "it is funny"
- Karma: Based off karmic gates in Rainworld, which required you to have certain karma level to pass, which means that Cass has to have certain karma level to be able to use high-end PSI techniques of her element. Even basic technique is something she can't use yet
Other elements I considered: "Time", "Void", "Blood", "Metal", and maybe a comedic one. I will probably continue at least one of these "timelines" - the one with element of "Star" in particular is interesting to me.
"Singular element feels right. Though the element itself…"
You snap your fingers. At first, nothing happened, but then a golden light poured over the area, and you felt rejuvenated, as if you didn't just expend all of your psionic power on some super technique.
And then you instinctively look up, and see, for just a second, a streak of golden light travel through the sky. It reminded you of simpler times, when you made wishes upon seeing falling stars, still believing all that wishing star crap. Buzz-Buzz noticed it as well.
"If that's going to happen each time I use my PSI, I think someone is out to notice it eventually." you say, getting back up.
"Not really. Avoiding using it in public aside, as long as your PSI doesn't attract or create a celestial body large enough to be considered a threat by the satellites, I think it should be fine." disagreed Buzz-Buzz. "Still… I have never seen this element before."
"...It is mine now. Take it from me, if you dare–"
A giant gray ant blocked your way. If you were a twelve-year old, maybe it would be more intimidating, considering it is taller than Kart is, but as it is, after going through this cave and having to fight a bunch of overgrown insects and slugs, you were tired and in no mood for dealing with its theatrics.
Immediately, the ant collapsed, pinned down to the ground by gravity, but you didn't stop there.
And then, the ant got slammed into the cave's ceiling. Someone might have let the gravity take its course, and not hijack it to make its fall even more painful.
That someone wasn't you, though.
Afterwards, it was a child's play to make sure it stayed down, considering it didn't even try fighting back once you started to whack it with your bat.
"Well, that was easy." you say. Just as you were about to step over it and check what "Sanctuary" it was trying to claim for itself, you took a second look at the ant, just in case it was just waiting for a moment to attack you.
…Huh. Maybe you really did go a little overboard.
"So how does my element even work? Does it mean it gets stronger the shittier the person I'm fighting is?"
"It could be. Sorry that I can't be of any help. I don't think we have anything resembling a concept of Karma, which might make you the first PSI user of that element."
"And as the first user, this means that there isn't anyone to show me the ropes." you conclude.
You can't even test your if it works better on shitty people. While there is no shortage of people you wouldn't mind beating up, actually doing so without attracting attention is problematic at best and nigh-impossible at worst... At least you can still practice your PSI technique, even if you can't exactly test your theory of how it works.
With that said and done, you focus on a big rock, and close your eyes.
You're not even halfway there when an initial urge to stop turns into an outright demand to stop. Knowing better than to push your luck, you stop, and the halfway formed circle around the rock dissipates into the thin air.
You think you know what happened. The same way you knew that your element was Karma, or how to pull off that PSI technique the first time around. Since your element is Karma it is only natural that your own karma is involved as well. And it seems like in order to use your PSI, you'll have to have a certain amount of it. And right now, your "karmic balance" was a little short.
There just had to be a catch, huh?
You snap your fingers. At first, nothing happened, but then a golden light poured over the area, and you felt rejuvenated, as if you didn't just expend all of your psionic power on some super technique.
And then you instinctively look up, and see, for just a second, a streak of golden light travel through the sky. It reminded you of simpler times, when you made wishes upon seeing falling stars, still believing all that wishing star crap. Buzz-Buzz noticed it as well.
C.D. has learned PSI Wishing Star.
Functionally similar to Wish, this technique has a random effect each time it is used. One of said effects is complete rejuvenation of HP and PP. Experiment more to find out other effects.
Functionally similar to Wish, this technique has a random effect each time it is used. One of said effects is complete rejuvenation of HP and PP. Experiment more to find out other effects.
"If that's going to happen each time I use my PSI, I think someone is out to notice it eventually." you say, getting back up.
"Not really. Avoiding using it in public aside, as long as your PSI doesn't attract or create a celestial body large enough to be considered a threat by the satellites, I think it should be fine." disagreed Buzz-Buzz. "Still… I have never seen this element before."
/-/-/-/ Switching Timelines /-/-/-/
"...It is mine now. Take it from me, if you dare–"
"PK Gravity α"
A giant gray ant blocked your way. If you were a twelve-year old, maybe it would be more intimidating, considering it is taller than Kart is, but as it is, after going through this cave and having to fight a bunch of overgrown insects and slugs, you were tired and in no mood for dealing with its theatrics.
Immediately, the ant collapsed, pinned down to the ground by gravity, but you didn't stop there.
"PK Gravity α"
And then, the ant got slammed into the cave's ceiling. Someone might have let the gravity take its course, and not hijack it to make its fall even more painful.
That someone wasn't you, though.
"PK Gravity α"
Afterwards, it was a child's play to make sure it stayed down, considering it didn't even try fighting back once you started to whack it with your bat.
"Well, that was easy." you say. Just as you were about to step over it and check what "Sanctuary" it was trying to claim for itself, you took a second look at the ant, just in case it was just waiting for a moment to attack you.
…Huh. Maybe you really did go a little overboard.
/-/-/-/ Switching Timelines /-/-/-/
"So how does my element even work? Does it mean it gets stronger the shittier the person I'm fighting is?"
"It could be. Sorry that I can't be of any help. I don't think we have anything resembling a concept of Karma, which might make you the first PSI user of that element."
"And as the first user, this means that there isn't anyone to show me the ropes." you conclude.
You can't even test your if it works better on shitty people. While there is no shortage of people you wouldn't mind beating up, actually doing so without attracting attention is problematic at best and nigh-impossible at worst... At least you can still practice your PSI technique, even if you can't exactly test your theory of how it works.
With that said and done, you focus on a big rock, and close your eyes.
"PSI Karm--"
You're not even halfway there when an initial urge to stop turns into an outright demand to stop. Knowing better than to push your luck, you stop, and the halfway formed circle around the rock dissipates into the thin air.
You think you know what happened. The same way you knew that your element was Karma, or how to pull off that PSI technique the first time around. Since your element is Karma it is only natural that your own karma is involved as well. And it seems like in order to use your PSI, you'll have to have a certain amount of it. And right now, your "karmic balance" was a little short.
There just had to be a catch, huh?
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I've got a full Omake idea fleshed out in my head, but my body refuses to actually go write it. Again.
Why is coming up with ideas so easy, but actually doing them so difficult?!
Why is coming up with ideas so easy, but actually doing them so difficult?!
That's the curse of all creative types. Having more ideas for stories and art than you do time and energy to create them. Take your time and don't force yourself. We aren't hurting for EXP over here
Same thing happened to me. The reason my mini-omake is so short is because I expected there to be up to eight elements I would write about, but in the end I only had enough for three. In hindsight, I should've thrown out the idea of showing glimpses of other timelines and just focus on one, instead of posting what I got. Kind of embarassing.
Well, what's done is done. Griffin is right in that we aren't hurting for EXP (in fact, one might argue we don't need it at all), so just take it easy, like I should've.
Well, what's done is done. Griffin is right in that we aren't hurting for EXP (in fact, one might argue we don't need it at all), so just take it easy, like I should've.
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- Location
- ?
[X] Plan: Hanging with the Treehouse Club
- Location
- England, unfortunately.
- Pronouns
- She/They
Hey I don't know if I'll be awake before votes close properly, but if the treehouse club plan wins, please put 400 of my current exp into the diplomacy action.
KnownParadox
Not a sphere
- Location
- Canada
Put mine into Intrigue then, it's only a +1 but a +1 could be the difference between a bare failure and an exact success.
Omake: Birds of a Feather
Brightflame
Lord of the Dance
- Location
- Inkopolis
Birds of a Feather
Your whole body hurts
You were on your knees, your prized baseball bat being used to prop you up was the only thing stopping you from kissing the concrete.
Meanwhile, the culprits surrounded you, laughing, jeering at your pain. Grinning like their namesake when there's blood in the water.
"Tch…I knew the Sharks were thugs, but I didn't take you guys to be cowards too." You spat out venomously. "What. Were you afraid I'd kick all of your asses in a fair fight, so you jumped me instead?"
Bastards…all you were doing was walking home when suddenly they came out from the alleyways, battering you with their fists and whatever crude weapons they had. You fought back of course, but with the odds stacked against you as they were, you had no chance in a 7 to 1.
One stepped forward; a teen boy your age wearing a Shark bandanna and some ugly shades. In his hands he twirled a golf club.
"We don't play by anyone's rules besides our own, missy." He said in a voice that you would expect more from a 50 year old chain-smoker, "and all is fair in love and war!"
"The fuck do you guys even want? I didn't do shit to you guys!"
"Maybe not." He agrees as he leans on the club, "...but you know something we want to know, and now that you know we mean business, we'll ask ya nicely."
"Tell us…where's that damn treehouse?"
"...Piss off, I don't know anything about that."
"Bullshit!" He snarls at you, "We saw you following that dweeb in the baseball cap earlier! We know you know, and if you won't tell us…well, we'll get a little less polite." He scowled, "So…what will it be?"
…This was bad. You weren't in any shape to fight and Buzz-Buzz wasn't here to help. You could heal yourself with PSI but…should you infront of so many witnesses?
Dammit! Well, you know one thing for certain.
"Go fuck off back behind Fankie's coattails!" You say defiantly, "I'm telling you jackshit!"
The leader looked at you with fury for a moment, before receding to make way for a savage grin.
"Is that so…jeez, what is with people these days, not knowing what's best for them?" He sighed as he raised his golf club in the air, "no matter…a bit more roughing up will change your tune."
The club goes down and you clench your eyes shut to prepare for the pain to come.
*WHACK!*
a cry of pain rings out into the air.
…but it wasn't your own.
You opened your eyes to see the Sharks' leader clutching their now broken nose as blood flowed freely from it as his minions looked on in shock. But that was secondary to what was in front of you.
For now a girl stood between you and the leader, facing away from you as she faced the delinquents. You couldn't see her face, but her hair was bright orange, bundled into a tasteful ponytail. Her outfit looked like a school uniform, a blue blazer and a purple skirt. Her stance was strangely laxed, but something told you she was anything but.
"You…YOU BITCH!" The leader screamed in rage, forgetting his broken nose as blood flowed still. "How DARE you interfere with our business!? Who the hell even are you!?"
"Hmmmm~" this mystery girl hummed, "...I don't think you need to know what, just that I'm the one who is going to be whooping all of your butts for ganging up on a girl like this." She begins to stretch her arms as if she was warming up for an exercise, instead of being surrounded by several hostile goons like she was.
"I mean…seriously? That's like, totally lame! If you know what's good for you, how about you blow back to total bumsville before I teach you a lesson about being pathetic jerks!"
"What did you say!?" The leader shouted as he began to run towards the girl, his club raised into the air. "Know your place, bitch! I'll teach YOU to respect the Sharks!" In his rage, he seemed to have forgotten about you, now his wrath is focused entirely on the newcomer.
Big mistake.
Pushing through the pain, you pick yourself off the ground. By the time you did so, the leader was close and ready to swing at the girl, who showed no signs of blocking or even changing her stance.
She wouldn't have to, for you swung your own bat at the leader's chest, reminding him of your existence as he is knocked to the ground with a howl of pain.
The girl turned towards you in surprise and you saw her face, blue eyes meeting sapphire. "Wow, you're up already? Are you alright?"
"Yeah…" you reply as you get into a fighting stance, "...And you can now piss off. This is my fight, not yours."
That, and you didn't really want a goodie two-shoes getting hurt trying to help you.
She blinks before smiling, "Wellll, I think I'm a bit too deep to back out now, so how about we compromise and beat them together, sound fair?"
You give a small scowl, but turn towards the remaining Sharks, all of whom are now readying themselves for a fight. "...Fine, but you better not blame me for any scrapes you get."
The mystery girl smirks as she turns her attention to the Sharks as well, "Likewise, but I don't think that will be an issue between the two of us. Now let's teach these chumps a lesson!"
***************
You're breathing heavily, but you're still standing.
Which is more than you could say to the guys you just fought, each and every one of them were sprawled on the ground (or in a nearby dumpster in the case of one), collectively groaning in pain.
…Maybe you went too overboard?
…Nah, they jumped you, so they deserved anything that was coming to them.
"So these are the kinds of punks that live around here, huh…what's their deal anyways?" The mystery girl asked, looking down at the Sharks' fallen forms, apparently unimpressed.
You shrug, "Not from around here? They've been a pain around these parts for a good while…though this is the first time they targeted me. Idiots."
…Now comes the hard part.
"...Uh, thanks for the help there, by the way." You manage to say.
Why was it so hard for you to say 'thank you' you will never understand.
The girl opened her mouth to respond, probably to say something like 'no need to thank me!' or 'I only did what was right!' as all goodie two-shoes say.
…If her stomach didn't take that moment to interrupt her with one loud growl.
Silence reigned for a few moments after as you two stared at each other, the girl growing more flustered in each passing moment.
"I know!" she suddenly says, "How about you thank me by showing me a good place to grab a bite to eat around here?"
You couldn't help but snort, "Sure, sure. Follow me, I know a pretty good pizza place."
***************
Around 10 minutes of walking and 5 minutes of ordering later, you two sat along the curb outside Machs Pizza; a perfect slice of Pepperoni Lover's pizza in both of your hands.
You enjoyed the masterpiece slowly as one should, but the mystery girl must have been starving as she was eating it like it was ambrosia from the Gods themselves…or maybe she just never had a proper pizza before, you could see someone like that reacting the same way to the greasy delicacy of dough and cheese.
"Ahhh~" she sighs after she finishes off her slice, "That really hit the spot, definitely beats the pizza joints i've been to before!"
You suppose this would be a good time to ask a question that's been weighing on your mind.
"...Why did you help me back there? You didn't have any reason to, so why?"
The girl tilts her head, "Why not? I was just hanging out on a nearby roof when I noticed you being in that tight spot to the left of me, so I jumped down to help. Isn't it normal to lend a hand in situations like that?"
You snort as you shake your head, "Not here it isn't, though I guess that also explains how you suddenly appeared out of nowhere."
…Wait
You look at the mystery girl, "...You said I was 'to your left'? But that means you jumped down from the right, and the building there was several stories tall."
She tilts her head further, "...What about it?"
You blink before slowly shaking your head and turning away from this maniac "...You know what, nevermind."
"Okay!"
Silence reigns for a few more moments as you finish your own slice.
"...Soooo…"
"...What?"
"...What's your name?"
…Oh…huh, you only realize now that you haven't actually made introductions yet.
"...Cass" You say, "Most people around here call me 'CD' though."
At least when they aren't cursing you out for something you are only occasionally at fault for.
"'CD'? Like, the disc?"
You roll your eyes, "Yeah, exactly like that."
"I see! Nice to meet you then, CD-San!"
"CD…'San'?" You repeat, clearly confused as the meaning of the addition is lost to you. It sounded familiar, but you couldn't quite put your finger on it…you think you heard something like that in one of those cartoons your sister likes?
"Ah, right, I guess you guys wouldn't use honorifics."
"'Honor fics? Wha-"
She waves a hand, "Don't worry about it. Anyways, I'm Kyoko and I'm from River City! It's nice to meet you!"
Kyoko…
"Kyoko huh…you're Japanese then?"
Kyoko scratches her head, "...I guess?"
"...You guess."
She shrugs, "I mean, my family was from Japan, but that doesn't really mean much to me outside history classes…which I mostly sleep through anyways. River City was always my home." She pauses, "...Well, I guess until now that is."
You guess that makes sense. You can't say you know much about what the rest of The City is like, but the classes you did bother to take did make it clear that the Eagle Quarter was unique in that it was almost entirely populated by settlers from a place called the 'USA', and that's why so many people here still consider themselves to be 'American' despite never seeing their homeland before it was crushed into dust. Many zones probably don't have the same origin story.
"So you're not just visiting? Did you just move here?"
Kyoko nods, "Yup! Mom was getting anxious about all the Syndicate guys around our old neighborhood, so she had a few of her old friends help us get a place here." her bright smile dims a little, "...It is a little bit of a bummer though, having to leave all my friends…"
"That would suck, yeah." You agree, "Well, for what it's worth, welcome to Onnet. The lamest town in the entire Quarter."
Kyoko frowns, "That doesn't sound like a nice thing to say about your hometown."
"I'm just being honest." You say bluntly, "The only thing worth a damn here is the Arcade really, but even that's been taken over by the Sharks too. It's only going to get worse too, thanks to the lockdown."
"What about the people?" Kyoko asks, "Are the people fun here at least?"
"Asking the wrong person for that." you reply
"You don't know?"
You give a small shrug, "I'm not 'popular' you could say, so I don't have alot of experience with the others here to say for sure."
"...Don't you have friends?"
"...Not really." You admit, "Fits me just fine though, people don't bother me, and I don't bother them…at least until today."
"...I see."
Kyoko gets up from the curb and clasps her hands together.
"Then it's settled." she proclaims with a beaming smile
You look up at her in slight confusion, "What is?"
She extends a hand out towards you, "I've decided you'll be my first friend in this town!"
…What
"What."
"...Unless you don't want to be friends." Kyoko says, but in a way so crestfallen that you almost feel guilty if you were to reject.
"Wha-No no no!" You quickly say, "I guess, I'm fine with it but…why? You only just met me and I told you I don't have the best rep around here. Hell, for all you could know, I could have started that fight earlier!"
Kyoko taps her chin, "I guess…but then you would be a bit of a dummy for taking on so many people at once, and I don't think you are."
"Geez, how kind of you."
"But even if I did, I also overheard that one guy his whole spiel about a treehouse anyways."
You think for a moment, "...You got me there, but still how can you be sure we would have anything in common at all!"
"Oh, that's easy!" Kyoko responds chipperly, "We already have plenty in common! For example, we both get into fights…"
"You've only seen me in a fight once."
"...we both can take a hit as well as we can send one out."
"...I will give you that."
"...We both like pizza."
"Okay, but who doesn't?"
"...And we're both cute girls!"
"...Okay, now you're begging me to hit you."
"Point is…" Kyoko continues on, "I think we're two birds of the same feather in a way, and birds of a feather stick together! So what do you say?"
God, this girl is starting to give you a headache, part of you wants to turn her down but…well, you do need allies for what's to come, and you've seen enough that Kyoko could be useful…yeah, those are the only reasons you're considering this.
"...Agh, fine!" You answer, "But only because you would probably bother me regardless if I said no."
"Alright!" Kyoko was practically glowing, "I gotta go now before my mom starts blowing up my phone, but how about we meet again this weekend?"
"Sure, but don't expect much."
She smiles still, "Okay then! I'll see you later, CD-San!"
And with that, she begins to walk away, waving back at you until she's far in the distance.
You are now alone at the curb, looking at the asphalt below.
"Why does it feel like I'm going to regret this?"
Brightflame
Lord of the Dance
- Location
- Inkopolis
A little thing I typed up quickly in celebration of another River City game coming out today
...hoping to God that finishing it on mobile didn't fuck up the formatting.
...hoping to God that finishing it on mobile didn't fuck up the formatting.
Omake: Get N or Get Out
Get N or Get Out
Chester Phillips sat outside Mach Pizza, on its infamous step - watching the days go by. "Why isn't this place more interesting?" he mumbled to himself. "I mean, the least they could do is name the place Onett, instead of Onnet." It kind of ruined the theming, he thought to himself - watching those damned Annoying Crows flock overhead. "Still, better here than Threed." He looked through a dog-eared magazine - something about Power - as he hummed to himself. It's a shame that his uncle Howard got chased out of Fourside - he thought to himself.
The city life was way better than whatever's going on here. Too peaceful - though the Sharks are trying their best to liven things up - they practically had claim over the arcade last he checked. Reminded him of that ill-fated "Funky Bowling" business he did with some friends. He picked himself up, and started to walk along the streets - seeing buildings pass him by. "Well, enough complaining. Might as well see what they have in the Arcade." The place usually just had slot machines, but every so often; a new arcade machine would cycle in - brought in from bigger cities with booming commercial industries.
It was worth a check - he thought to himself - nearing the alleys near the buildings, which is of course, when a Pogo Punk slammed him into the wall. "What do you think you're doing here, huh, halfpint?" Chester gulped and buckled down. "The name's Nester to you, punk." The Pogo Punk let out an ugly grin, fabric over their face distorting; before they slammed their fist into Chester's face. He spat out blood, before reaching into a nearby trashcan.
Aha.
Perfect.
Chester slammed a days-old hamburger right into the Pogo Punk's face - before he took out his yo-yo, and took the opportunity to slip to the entrance of the alley. He could run, right now... but something was calling him to beat this guy into the dirt. He clenched his fist. He's gonna be just like his cousin Mike - he lets the yo-yo spin through the air, before... he coughed. "Knock knock." The Punk scrambled to wipe the old lettuce and patty off of their face. "Houston?" The Punk was confused - "Houston wh-"
SMAAAAAAAAAAAAASH!!!
Chester's yo-yo slammed into the Punk's chest, knocking them into the ground. "Houston? The dog has walked." He paused. "...man, now I understand why Uncle Howard isn't a fan of my jokes. That was terrible!" Chester returned the yo-yo to his hand, then his pocket, before walking back to the streets. He scratched his chin, looking around. "...y'know, the Sharks are jerks, but..." Chester sighed - leaving the rest unsaid. Still better than Pirkle or Strong. He stuck his hands in his pockets and walked home. He's had enough adventure for one day, and if he shows his face around the arcade; Frankie's gonna slice him up something bad.
Still, he's heard Beak Point is nice. Worst comes to worst, he can relax on the cliffs and take in the views. He shrugged. Better than nothing.
The city life was way better than whatever's going on here. Too peaceful - though the Sharks are trying their best to liven things up - they practically had claim over the arcade last he checked. Reminded him of that ill-fated "Funky Bowling" business he did with some friends. He picked himself up, and started to walk along the streets - seeing buildings pass him by. "Well, enough complaining. Might as well see what they have in the Arcade." The place usually just had slot machines, but every so often; a new arcade machine would cycle in - brought in from bigger cities with booming commercial industries.
It was worth a check - he thought to himself - nearing the alleys near the buildings, which is of course, when a Pogo Punk slammed him into the wall. "What do you think you're doing here, huh, halfpint?" Chester gulped and buckled down. "The name's Nester to you, punk." The Pogo Punk let out an ugly grin, fabric over their face distorting; before they slammed their fist into Chester's face. He spat out blood, before reaching into a nearby trashcan.
Aha.
Perfect.
Chester slammed a days-old hamburger right into the Pogo Punk's face - before he took out his yo-yo, and took the opportunity to slip to the entrance of the alley. He could run, right now... but something was calling him to beat this guy into the dirt. He clenched his fist. He's gonna be just like his cousin Mike - he lets the yo-yo spin through the air, before... he coughed. "Knock knock." The Punk scrambled to wipe the old lettuce and patty off of their face. "Houston?" The Punk was confused - "Houston wh-"
SMAAAAAAAAAAAAASH!!!
Chester's yo-yo slammed into the Punk's chest, knocking them into the ground. "Houston? The dog has walked." He paused. "...man, now I understand why Uncle Howard isn't a fan of my jokes. That was terrible!" Chester returned the yo-yo to his hand, then his pocket, before walking back to the streets. He scratched his chin, looking around. "...y'know, the Sharks are jerks, but..." Chester sighed - leaving the rest unsaid. Still better than Pirkle or Strong. He stuck his hands in his pockets and walked home. He's had enough adventure for one day, and if he shows his face around the arcade; Frankie's gonna slice him up something bad.
Still, he's heard Beak Point is nice. Worst comes to worst, he can relax on the cliffs and take in the views. He shrugged. Better than nothing.
Decided to do an omake! This omake focuses on beloved Nintendo Power mascot and main character of obscure Virtual Boy game Nester's Funky Bowling - Nester. In this continuity, as the nephew of Howard Lincoln [a real-life Nintendo employee, you may also know him as the guy who co-stars alongside Nester in his Nintendo Power strip Howard & Nester], he ran a small amateur bowling group before being forced to move to Onett for reasons he's not entirely clear on himself. He just knows his uncle's acting weird. A couple neat facts that you might not have caught - there's a reference to the burger found right outside the Burger Shop in a trashcan in Onett; and you might notice that he references a "Mike". This is the protagonist of the StarTropics duology - Mike Jones!
I can only wonder what adventures that explorer's getting up to; but if I write about him, it'll be when we eventually get to Summers.
I can only wonder what adventures that explorer's getting up to; but if I write about him, it'll be when we eventually get to Summers.