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DoofQuest- a Disney Villains Victorious CK2-Style Quest

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woweed said:
They are. We actually see that in the show: A bunch of colonists (implied to be from colonial America) fell through a portal, into a river of magic, and were mutated by it, becoming the first Mewmans. Glosyarick, embodiment of all magic, proceeded to play a nice game of eenie-meenie-minie-moe, and bestow a wand upon the woman who would become the first Queen of Mewni.
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So yeah, if she meets the huntsclan they get a nuke. I dont think I need to explain why a monster hating almost bill level threat is a bad thing to get the backing of people who can supply the materials she needs
 
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Anyone knows who this is?
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Mark Beaks, from the new Ducktales. He fakes being nice, but the key word there is "fakes". He managed to become a billionaire by getting investors to invest a billion dollars into a product, then he hired a guy to steal it so he could keep the money, because there wasn't a product in the first place, all in his first episode. He doesn't get any better from there.
 
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ReaperofInterest said:
Mark Beaks, from the new Ducktales. He fakes being nice, but the key word there is "fakes". He managed to become a billionaire by getting investors to invest a billion dollars into a product, then he hired a guy to steal it so he could keep the money, because there wasn't a product in the first place, all in his first episode. He doesn't get any better from there.
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At least hes a bit of an absolute dumb and immature fool. He can be tricked just as easily as he can trick others. He jumped off a building to get his phone
 
antsx said:
Didn't he died from fright and heart attack?

Anyone knows who this is?
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ReaperofInterest said:
Mark Beaks, from the new Ducktales. He fakes being nice, but the key word there is "fakes". He managed to become a billionaire by getting investors to invest a billion dollars into a product, then he hired a guy to steal it so he could keep the money, because there wasn't a product in the first place, all in his first episode. He doesn't get any better from there.
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Additional notes:

Mark Beaks is an original character from the 2017 Ducktales series. He has his own tech company, Waddle, that contrasts against the "old school" McDuck Industries. While he's a lazy egomaniac more occupied with hype and trends than making a good product, he is fairly intelligent and capable of using his fame to manipulate others. He's a recurring villain and, funny enough, was based on another Mark: Zuckerburg!

Until recently, I was under the impression he was based on a different character who appeared in the comics, but I started to doubt that and tried to find that original citation. Couldn't find it! I don't know where I read that misleading info, and I feel silly about the whole thing. I might have considered using him otherwise.

Now that I've cleared that up, DoofQuest follows the duck comics for the duck characters first and we work our way down the ladder of adaptions. Beaks has no other versions to compare against, so he could be chucked into the Gridlocked setting without too much finagling. Perhaps he's a significant competitor of ENCOM? Or something like that.
 
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25, and Still Alive
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    • Agent Russ looked up as the ball dropped and the world, or at least that slice of it, officially entered the new year. He looked around him. Two years ago the world was in panic. The government was bracing for a famine of cataclysmic levels. The US as an entity had functionally ceased to exist as those from before would remember it. Now?

    There was a chance.

    It wasn't a good chance. But it was a chance, and if there was one thing his new 'employer' was good at, it was making chances work for him.

    Russ shuddered as he considered what Doof was about to unleash. It was an opportunity, certainly, but if Doofenshmirtz's Inator was even a fifth as effective as what the 'evil' scientist calculated was the maximum possible effect; Doofenshmirtz would have changed the world forever.

    Hopefully for the positive, but there wasn't an awful lot of hope left now.

    Year one was lots of fun
    But nothin' lasts forever in my dreams

    It was different in the old days. Before the internet, before the end of the golden age of animation. All gone now. Working with Valiant and Valiant in Toon Town on the first case he was ever given when the main suspect turned out to be the Toon that hired the Valiants' boss, a man their client had hired the Valiants to tail because the toon suspected the man of stealing jokes. That ended happily, but only due to the weight of narrative causality offering a last second escape from a death trap. Russ' first brush with the toon force, but not his last.

    And two, I followed you
    Because you knew the way or so it seemed

    His partner. The traitor, though no one knew it at the time. Russ remembered the frantic chase through the darkened agency, gunfire offering the only flashes of light as he and the traitor fought across the ransacked office space. He remembered the bright crimson handprints as he followed him to the roof, and the whistle of the wind as his partner jumped, unwilling to stand trial for his crimes.

    And three, I still believed
    That we would be becoming destiny

    The next year, the suspicious glances from his coworkers despite his impeccable work. The lingering stains of suspicion clinging to him did nothing to dim his enthusiasm as he buried himself in his work. The dream and purpose the agency brought to his life keeping him afloat as he learned to live with the fact that the world was much much crueler than he'd hoped as a boy.

    And four, I wanted more
    But you were movin' on to better things

    The one job he'd always try not to remember. His time in the birch trees. Dedicating himself even further to his work as he struggled to parse out and understand the pain.

    At twenty-five and still alive
    Much longer than expected for a man

    25 years of service. Of missions and assignments, infiltrations and investigations. Not everyone reached it. Russ knew he had won several of the agency's highest honors, and he was acutely aware that the vast majority of his colleagues who had also won them had done so post-humously.

    At twenty-five, all hope has died
    And the glass of my intentions turns to sand
    And shatters in my hand

    Two years ago he was one of the few in the US who knew how truly dire their situation really was, assigned to spy on one of the men who caused it. The worst of the batch at the time, he'd thought. At least the other secret kings had had the courtesy to not openly announce their control; the Danville lunatic, as the office had called him in the final briefing he'd received, was openly declaring his secession.

    Five to six, a lie, a kiss
    The secrets that were served, we'd never say

    Russ laughed. It wasn't that often that he came into things so badly briefed. The last time was.... the Italian job? Thwarting Crocker and his gang, and then spending the 5 days he had until the agency came to pick him up in the mountains, in Milan. Running into that Soviet spy and managing to sneak the information she was looking for right out from under her nose was to this day one of his happier memories.

    Skip to eight, we called it fate
    To live, to let us die another day

    Puerto Rico was less fun. Rounding up with members from other agencies to arrest that cult was a terrible way to learn that magic was real. He could still remember the sound of the man next to him's face melting as he squeezed his eyes so tonight he worried he would damage them forever. He'd survived. Many of his fellow feds hadn't. The cult leader had too. Russ had made sure of it, delivering to prison hale and hearty enough for trial. The leader had died the next day. 'Complications from his arrest' according to the prison's medical report.

    And nine, I saw the signs
    Reflected in the barrel of a gun

    The internal affairs investigation he'd prompted at that hadn't won him any friends. Neither had revealing the massive bribery ring infesting the federal prison system. He didn't mind of course. The work was important. It wasn't a justice system if justice was being thwarted. Still...

    Ten, we're here again
    Those who loved me burned up in the sun

    Having to arrest his own partner hadn't done much for his social life. That was the start of his working alone.

    At twenty-five and still alive
    Much longer than expected for a man

    Of course, Doofenshmirtz expected his employees to accomplish the impossible on their own. Russ laughed. "Why don't you go infiltrate Las Vegas and fix the crime there?" Coming from anyone else it would have been a joke more than a mission. From Doofenshmirtz, it could either be a mission, or a suggestion for what he though was a relaxing holiday.

    At twenty-five, all hope has died
    And the glass of my intentions turns to sand
    And shatters in my hand

    Most of the other self-important 'kings' popping up around the nation had subsumed organized crime, but Doofenshmirtz had opted to stamp it out in his area. It made him hopeful. He'd come to Danville on an assignment to spy on a man who he assumed was both a monster and a murderer, only to learn that Heinz Doofenshmirtz was neither. It was almost a cosmic joke that the 'king' with the worst reputation in the agency was also was also the one with the most benign intentions. He couldn't be allowed to keep control of 'The sovereign nation of Doofania' of course, at least, not if he kept calling it that; but that was a long term project.

    Shatters in my hand

    The amazingly petty man was growing on him. Russ had to admit. Even with his vague and unhelpful mission briefings; and his lack of any sense of scale.

    From eleven, twelve, I held the future in my grasp
    And all through my teens, I screamed I may not live much past

    Russ' missions weren't any less dangerous now than they were then. But as much as the years piled on him, his knowledge and training helped him shoulder the load. Magic, the Toon Force, good exercise, and a keen mind; Russ knew for certain that he had each and every one to thank for reaching his age intact. Most agents didn't. Even the ones who survived carried wounds.

    Twenty-one, two, three, four
    Twenty-one, two, three, four
    Twenty-one, two, three, four
    One, two, three, four

    He was brooding. He'd beaten the odds a lot in his long career. He'd stopped alien invasions, evil witches, defended civilians and even, on one noteworthy occasion, helped the IRS seize a supervillain's secret volcano lair for non-payment of taxes. He'd beaten the odds a lot, but not every time. His knee still ached in the cold from when he broke it in Seattle, and that was among the least of his scars.

    At twenty-five and still alive
    Much longer than expected for a man
    At twenty-five, all hope has died

    He'd beaten the odds before, but the odds had never been so long, nor the impact of the slightest failure so severe. What Doofenshmirtz had done, what he'd created, it had the potential to rewrite the map, again, completely. For good or ill. The world was balanced on the point of a fulcrum. It would be tipping to one side soon. Doofenshmirtz had ensured that.

    And the glass of my intentions
    The glass of my intentions
    The glass of my intentions turns to sand
    It shatters in my hand

    He'd warned Washington of course. The agency knew as well. This was too big not to tell them, and Doofenshmirtz wasn't exactly trying to keep it quiet. He'd explained the situation to the rest of his coterie at the start of his New Years Party, when his Watch had beeped to alert him the effect was active. That had been... Russ' blood was still pounding in his veins from when he'd first learned of what happened; and of the implications of the device.

    Before he destroyed it.

    Shatters in my hand
    In my hand

    No man should have that power. Even used this once it could end the world as easily as save it. No man could be trusted with it, and having experienced its awesome power for themselves, he couldn't trust the agency to stuff it in a forgotten box in a warehouse like the other relics he'd collected across his tenure. 25 years of service. 25 years fighting to make the world a better place.

    25 years later and the world was perched on the edge of a knife, spinning on the finger of a deranged pharmacist. Russ wasn't a betting man. He'd stacked the deck as best he could, and now all that remained was to watch the chips fall where they would.

    "Why don't you go infiltrate Las Vegas and fix the crime there?"

    Russ smiled.

    Maybe he would.
     
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    • IIRC, Beaks is an African grey parrot, not a duck. Does he exist in the same "gray area" as the ducks do, is he a humanoid animal like in Zootopia, or is he a Toon?
     
    weredrago2 said:
    Now that I've cleared that up, DoofQuest follows the duck comics for the duck characters first and we work our way down the ladder of adaptions. Beaks has no other versions to compare against, so he could be chucked into the Gridlocked setting without too much finagling. Perhaps he's a significant competitor of ENCOM? Or something like that.
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    From what I can tell about him that is an insult to ENCOM,as much as I don't like them they're in a whole different league than this Proto-Zucker-Bird.
     
    Torgamous said:
    They seriously passed up Duckerberg for Beaks?
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    What a shame, right?

    Lord Ultimus said:
    IIRC, Beaks is an African grey parrot, not a duck. Does he exist in the same "gray area" as the ducks do, is he a humanoid animal like in Zootopia, or is he a Toon?
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    Well yes, he clearly isn't a duck. (Though I thought he was a pigeon for a while.) That doesn't mean he isn't a duck character. As in, a character that exists in the massive sphere of Disney duck media that spans like a century now.

    I would not say ducks exists in any grey area because I always say (when asked) that they're toons. Though really the question isn't worth looking at too hard.
     
    weredrago2 said:
    What a shame, right?


    Well yes, he clearly isn't a duck. (Though I thought he was a pigeon for a while.) That doesn't mean he isn't a duck character. As in, a character that exists in the massive sphere of Disney duck media that spans like a century now.

    I would not say ducks exists in any grey area because I always say (when asked) that they're toons. Though really the question isn't worth looking at too hard.
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    As in, literally, it's not worth looking at too hard. Anyone who thinks too hard about Toons in my games tends to suffer unfortunate slapstick.
     
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    • DEI Tourism Advertisement


    ♬Doofenshmirtz Tourism Agency♬ ​

    The jingle echoed out as Dr. D entered the building, in an effort to help the progress and profits of DEI's entertainment industry Doof decided it was a good idea to prepare a new advertisement for people to see what the Sovereign Nation of Doofania has to offer. He was there to see the finished product before it entered circulation.

    "Ah Sir, you're here!" The receptionist said when she noticed him enter the building. "They're just down the hall waiting for you, I'll let them know you're on your way."

    Heinz thanked the woman and made his way to the office where they would be viewing the ad, the director and lead editor were both waiting for him, exchanging quick pleasantries before sitting down to view the screen.

    Do you want to change things up?​

    It opened on a normal looking family having a picnic in a normal looking countryside, despite the relative tranquility the family looked bored, as if they've had this picnic a dozen times already and it's charm had worn away after the first few. As they were sitting around a storm began to brew above them, eventually forcing them to take shelter in a nearby building. Once inside they found Dr. Heinz Doofenshmirtz waiting for them.

    Go somewhere that never gets old?​

    The family watches as Doof approaches the door they entered from with a grin.

    Where something new and exciting is always happening?​

    He reaches for the door, a bright light shining from the other side as it opens.

    "Hold your breath," He says as the door swings open and the light begins to fade. "Make a wish, Count to three."

    It opens to reveal downtown Danville, the clashing styles of the buildings shot in a way as to dazzle and delight, DEI headquarters stood in center frame as the family slowly walked out to take in the sights.

    Come with me and you'll be
    In a world of pure imagination    ​

    The door closes and the family looks to see Dr. D greeting them with open arms, singing as he begins to lead them though the city.

    Take a look and you'll see
    Into your imagination    ​

    They race down a bizarre and delightful cityscape where everything is different, every building a unique and unexpected design, as they reach accommodations in a hotel overlooking a purple and green lake decorated to shine in the night. People go swimming, unaffected by the coloring , and relax on the beach.

    We'll begin with a spin
    Traveling in the world of my creation
    What we'll see will defy explanation    ​

    Doof leads the family out of the hotel and brings them to his flying car before sitting in the driver's seat and motioning them to get in. Which they do with smiles on their faces.

    If you want to view paradise
    Simply look around and view it    ​

    He drives though the sky over a racetrack filled with exotic and strange vehicles, a race is going on, SPLIT/SECOND, one of the greatest races ever conceived. Several cars jump up off a ramp and pass through the air near the family as they drive over.

    Anything you want to, do it
    Want to change the world?
    There's nothing to it    ​

    After that they pass by the ACME headquarters and Little Toontown, the toons that live in and make up the neighborhood greet them as they pass through with humorous gags and hijinks happening all around them. Several theaters showing cartoons from the golden days of animation shown prominently.

    There is no life I know
    To compare with pure imagination
    Living there, you'll be free, if you truly wish to be    ​

    As a musical interlude plays they pass by a group of Normbots on patrol who greet them with a friendly smile before continuing on, they fly over a large field willed with dinosaurs, honest to god dinosaurs on display and interacting with each other.

    If you want to view paradise
    Simply look around and view it    ​

    Then as soon as it began they returned to the square where their journey began, the door they entered from opening once again as Dr. D waved them though with a smile.

    Anything you want to, do it
    Want to change the world?
    There's nothing to it    ​

    When they pass though they're once again in the countryside from before, their picnic left untouched, no storm can be seen. Doof watches them walk away before his smile turns slightly sad as he slowly begins to close the door.

    There is no life I know
    To compare with pure imagination
    Living there, you'll be free, if you truly wish to be    ​

    As the door closes fully some text begins to appear on screen, information and how to contact the tourism agency to plan a trip to Danville and experience it all for themselves. Then the ad ends.

    "Well sir," The director asks. "What do you think?"

    "Unacceptable!"

    "What?" The director said, confused as to what could be making Dr. D so angry. "But it's everything you asked for!"

    "Not everything!" He says as he rewinds the video. "See that!"

    "I don't see anything."

    "It's called..." Doof begins to tell them. "DOOFANIA, NOT DANVILLE!"



    The song is Pure Imagination from a childhood favorite of mine, Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. Obviously taking place after we eventually get Dino Entertainment and SPLIT/SECOND.
     
  • Sidestory
    • Musings on the Veil
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    • The recent revelation of Gargoyles to the public had repercussions, everyone could see it, not matter how ignorant they were, or how deep they shoved their head in the sand. However, while the sudden shift in paradigm sent ripples across the world, it was but one of a seemingly endless series of changes.

    But the world of shadows was a smaller world, and what was a small rippled in the world of light turned into a devastating wave in the insular communities. Every single member of the magical world was affected on a personal level by the change, forcing them to revise their perspectives, whether they liked it or not.

    While magic as a whole remained a secret, the fact that such creatures had manged to live among humanity for so long without becoming apparent... it made some people question their reality, look a bit closer at the shadows of society.

    And from the other side, a number of practitioners and factions were re-evaluating their standing. Some were considering stepping into the light as the gargoyles had, others screamed for the opportunity to move freely at the Guardians now could.

    And there were those who knew and hated the world behind the veil, they would have an easier time recruiting like minded individuals, people who found comfort in hatred and fear, who would rather destroy than understand.

    They would lash out at whatever they found, and their crimes would go unnoticed, or even worse, praised for protecting the innocent, elevated to a position of power by the ignorant masses. That would only serve to drive them to be bolder, more vicious, crueler, more destructive.

    And of course, there were plenty of powers that could be stirred up by their zealotry. Monsters that should be left sleeping could be awoken, isolationist factions could be drawn into the spotlight due to their actions, and enemies that had lived for millenia might be reminded of their long burning hatred.

    On the other hand, it was possible that things would stabilize, that the instinctive hatred and rejection would give way to wisdom and understanding, the the radicals would be derided and forgotten. Perhaps some of the ancient powers would stir to restore balance, acting as guides, or some champion would emerge to illuminate the world of shadows, letting them live in the light among the mortals in harmony.

    It was too chaotic to say one way or another. It was all too easy to stoke the fires, too simple for a single event to tilt the scales that had not settled. Even small changes could have a dramatic impact, and no one knew what the fallout would be. It was a delicate balancing act, one that could swing any one of a hundred different ways.

    His ability was limited, his magical knowledge was focused on the theoretical, to better aid in the development of his artifice. Crudely throwing power around like a teenager looking for trouble had never appealed to him, and it left all but the most overwhelming powerhouses exhausted in short order. His arts required months or even years of research and refinement to reach their full potential, but it was hard to argue with the end results.

    That came at a price though. It had been a long time since he had been out in the world, things had doubtlessly changed while he had been locked away in his workshop, and knowledge was the most powerful weapon he knew how to wield. It was time to hone that particular blade.

    He picked up his staff, and locked up his workshop. It was time to see how the world had changed, make connections in the shadows, and walk in the light for the first time in a long time.

    He wouldn't be the only one.
     
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    ​

    In the city of Los Angeles a small group of toons were running for their lives, they were members of the Red Car trying to make it to their safe house. Judge Doom had found them and they needed to make sure there was nothing for him to use to find anyone else. The Toon Patrol was on their way, possibly with some of those Cog machines he's been working on. They barricaded the door and prepared their defenses, not noticing when the music began to play or the voice of Judge Doom on the air.

    What is this feeling of power and drive
    I've never known, I feel alive!    ​

    Several patrol cruisers pulled up in front of the known Toon Railroad building, members of the Toon Patrol quickly cordoned off the area and prepared to attempt to breach the building.

    Where does this feeling of power derive
    Making me know, why I'm alive    ​

    As they were setting up several more vans arrived, and the dip was quickly removed so that any captured Toons could be quickly neutralized.

    Like the night it's a secret
    Sinister, dark, and unknown
    I do not know what I seek, yet I'll seek it alone    ​

    The first attempt to breach the building was met with failure thanks to a series of strategically placed mouse traps causing the attacking weasels to back away in pain as they dropped their weapons.

    I have a thirst that I cannot deprive
    Never have I, felt so alive!    ​

    As the second group was driven off by more comedic traps a few of the Toon within the building got bold and launched an attack on the next group in person, pies and anvils being used to great effect to drive off the Toon Patrol.

    There is no battle I couldn't survive
    Feeling like this, feeling alive!    ​

    Unfortunately for them one last car pulled up, painted entirely black, the very sky seemed to darken with its approach and all present felt a chill run down their spines.

    Like the moon, an enigma
    Lost and alone in the night    ​

    A gloved hand clutching a large large skull headed cane as a tall black hat poked out from behind the door.

    Damned by some heavenly stigma
    But blazing with life!    ​

    As the figure stood fully the Toons outside had to repress their fear, as the devil himself in a dark trench coat revealed himself. Judge Doom was here, no emotion showed on his face as he took in the scene and motioned.

    It's the feeling of being alive
    Filled with evil but truly alive
    It's the truth that cannot be denied
    It's the feeling when Judge Doom arrives    ​

    As he did so two Cogs dropped down to contain the attacking Toons, which they did to great effectiveness.

    Wait
    What's this?
    Sweet miss
    I thought I had lost you    ​

    Those still inside forced themselves to look away before their captured friends were placed slowly into the Dip, dissolved until nothing remained. The sound of a heartbeat steadily grew louder.

    It's fate
    What bliss
    Sweet miss
    Your folly will cost you dear    ​

    As the Toons screamed Doom passively watched on, slowly allowing a grin to appear on his face as they sunk deeper and deeper.

    My dear
    You'll see
    You'll never escape me a meal    ​

    The grin grew wider and wider, until it was much to wide for any human to be capable of, but nobody saw.

    I fear
    You will pay dear
    My dear    ​

    Nobody that is, except for the Toons moments before their death, realizing in their last moments that this madness was caused by the hands of one of their own, by a Toon. The heartbeat grew louder and louder all the while, and the sounds of a feral beast began to make themselves audible.

    Animals trapped behind bars in the zoo
    Need to run rampant and free!
    Predators leave for the prey they pursue
    This time the predator's me!    ​

    The Toon Patrol prepared for another assault but Doom stopped them, he had a plan of his own.

    Lost like a raging desire
    Fills my whole soul with its curse
    Burning with primitive fire
    Berserk and perverse    ​

    Those inside didn't know what was coming, only realizing what was happening when the sounds of something being hooked up to the door was heard.

    Tonight, I'll plunder heaven blind
    Steal from all the gods
    Tonight, I'll take from all mankind
    Conquer all the odds!    ​

    Outside the Dip tanks were almost done being set up, one member of the Toon Patrol was just about to pull the lever to start pumping when his hand was knocked aside by Judge Doom.

    And I feel I'll live on forever
    With Satan himself by my side!    ​

    The grin returned to Doom's face, and he pulled the lever.

    And I'll show the world that tonight
    And forever the to remember is Judge Doom they'll cry!    ​

    Inside the save house the dip began to pump into the building, killing many of the Toons within minutes, those who didn't were forced to climb to the top floor as the building slowly filled with Dip, they were trapped, with no way out.

    What a feeling to be so alive
    I have never seen me so alive
    Such a feeling of evil inside
    That's the feeling of when Judge Doom arrives!    ​

    Outside the screams began to be heard as the Toons dissolved one by one, the media would report that the Toon Patrol with Cog aid,led by the fearless Mayor Judge Doom stopped a group of radical Toon terrorists before their plan could come to fruition. Nobody would question it.

    And this feeling of being alive
    There's a new world I see come alive    ​

    The last thing the last Toon say before being dissolved was the grinning form of Judge Doom, and eyes turned wild and red with bloodlust. A Toon eyes... no...

    It's a truth that cannot be denied
    There's no feeling like when Judge Doom arrives!    ​

    A wild animal's eyes...



    The original song is Alive from Jekyll and Hyde, and despite I wasn't the biggest fan of my slight edits to the lyrics I think this song is a perfect fit for Judge Doom. I view him as a wild and uncontrollable animal that does whatever it wants, merely pretending to be a normal person so that he can continue his endless hunt. Let me know what you think about this one.
     
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    • Shadowhisker said:
    The Survivor

    /*She always smiled.*/

    Call Yori[Transfer=guyMan, thoMas]
    Destination=seaSim
    (PLOTTING COURSE…)

    /*She had to. The others looked up to her; she had seen the first and last User to grace the Game Grid. She was the Simulator, the Deliverer, the one who stole programs away from the vast network of Grids and Data Mines into the waiting arms of the Resistors.*/

    (COURSE COMPLETE. EXECUTING…)
    (ERROR! <4> INTERRUPTIONS ENCOUNTERED!)

    /*Over the past cycles, though, the smile had grown fake. She had seen the User, yes. She believed- still believed!- in his quest with all her heart. She, the User, and her love had journeyed to the Citadel, so that programs could be free from the iron grip of the MCP.*/

    Call Yori[Simulation=countMeas]
    diverFork=Random.ENCOM.07
    (COUNTERMEASURE DEPLOYED. EXECUTING…)
    Call Yori[Transfer=guyMan, thoMas]
    Destination=seaSim
    (PLOTTING COURSE…)

    /*And yet they had failed. The User had been derezzed, a fate she barely escaped. Her love, her Tron, suffered even worse. For so long, the MCP's victory was absolute, and hope in scarce supply. So she smiled, because even if she didn't feel it, all the programs she was responsible for would.*/

    (ERROR! COULD NOT FIND VAR<guyMan>!)
    (ERROR! COURSE COULD NOT BE PLOTTED! SUGGESTING ALTERNATE COURSES…)

    /*Even now the Recognizers were bearing down on her degrading Solar Sailer. Even now one of her passengers was snatched away by a Call to his program. But she kept smiling, and kept going. Tron had started this objective, and she would finish it. Or at least-*/

    (COURSE FOUND! NEW DESTINATION LOGGED: <doofUs>)
    /*What? That wasn't the nomenclature the MCP used, nor that of any of the resistance movements. Those that she knew of, anyway. Nevertheless, she shifted the construct under her onto a new circuit, and reached out to see if she was leading her remaining charge to his death.*/

    Call Yori[Transfer=thoMas]
    Destination=doofUs
    Call Yori[Simulation=scopeNewer]
    Destination=doofUs

    (COURSE FOUND! EXECUTING…)
    (COURSE FOUND! EXECUTING…)

    (DESCRIPTION FOR: <doofUs>
    //Really, guys? This typo? It's supposed to be DoofOS, not Doofus!
    //I know it's only a provisional name, but still!
    //How do you even get that typo, the keys are on the opposite side of the keyboard!
    //Unless you're using QWERTY.
    //Were you people really using QWERTY!? Come on!
    //Everyone knows real evil programmers use DVORAK!
    //What else have you messed up?
    //I'll have to come down and take a look at what you rejects have been up to.
    END DESCRIPTION)

    /*The comments. Those were rare now, with the Users above falling under the influence of the MCP. The MCP's iron grip was crushing everything, entire swaths of code going undocumented in the bueraucratic excess. Comments were a means to be a guide for Users and programs both, and the MCP couldn't abide by anyone not marching to its tune.

    This Destination wasn't just a hideout for some resistance group. It was a new Grid made by Users!

    Yori opened the sails to full, determined to reach her new destination. A real smile graced her face, embodying the thrill of the flight, and a new hope.*/
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    Guys? I was looking back through the omakes that were made canon and uh.... I think giving up on doofOS might have some serious repercusions
     
    Yeah, that's the problem.

    DoofOS is kind of important and it's massively fucked right now. We may get one last chance to salvage it, or we may not- hard to say.
     
    We crit failed on shoring up our cyber defense. If the unknown attacker decides to attack us and rolls a crit success, then DoofOS is pretty much gone. We may have had a chance to salvage it had we either not crit failed shoring up our cyber defense or had we not attempted said action, but as things are right now, it is very probable that DoofOS is going to be dead and gone.
     
    Had we crit succeeded it would have been very good. Had we done nothing and the enemy crit succeeded, it would have likely been less bad than this- but still very bad.
     
    Simon_Jester said:
    Had we crit succeeded it would have been very good. Had we done nothing and the enemy crit succeeded, it would have likely been less bad than this- but still very bad.
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    I actually think it would be exactly as bad. The probabilinator makes it so it doesn't matter how much you roll over the DC. Every success turns into a critical success. It can't turn into a super critical success.
     
    That doesn't mean the conjunction of your critical failure and enemy critical success will be exactly as bad as the conjunction of your nothing and enemy critical success.
     
    Simon_Jester said:
    That doesn't mean the conjunction of your critical failure and enemy critical success will be exactly as bad as the conjunction of your nothing and enemy critical success.
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    It sounds like it does in this case, though. Alan didn't break our security harder, he just somehow prevented any future possibility of improving it.
     
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