The YCM War: Or There Vs Back again

[Nexev]

Death, death was the unavoidable end. Was, was is the key word in that previous sentence. Ever since that really bad thing that one time the world has delved into a chaotic mess of repeated bad things. Corpses line the streets only to get up and march once more to their ungraceful expoderuction once more. It was a lamentable fate, if it wasn't kinda funny to watch. Such comedy however seemed to be ignored by many on both sides, but not to Nexev the Mad, he was hip, he knew what was happenin and what was happening was a large scale red invasion of the blue occupied "Nearby taco stand", many thought it was madness, especially to attack such a not actually key establishment during the lunch break but no matter how heavily fortified it was Nexev was hungry. The Red team only managed to control the sushi shops of the Graphics district but Written Card's mexican establishments would provide fresh delicacies to a stale pallet. 

 

Pulling out his Beldum Banjo, Nexev leaped off the 6 story building of brooding and landed with only a mere 12 fractures on both his legs, grinning at his cunning, Nexev crawled into battle. Victory will be sweet, and spicy when one adds too much salsa.

 

And Nexev, Nexev was going to add all the salsa.

[Thar]

Brad Von Tharvis, often referred to as Thar, walked outside from his steel-brick shack which he had built, and in an instant he felt like he had awoken from an eternal slumber. The outside world as well as life itself unraveled before him as though first coming out of the womb, but with all the brain development needed to remember everything in one great influx of knowledge. With all this knowledge, he could not help but want to observe everything see all that has changed. However, one thought flooded every other thought on his mind.

 

Food. Thar had been hibernating in his shack for a whole year. Food was the only thought on his mind.

 

As he could recall, the Written Card's area was close by, and he remembered the taco place that he loved so much. Thar salivated and headed in that direction, but was met with a startling situation. The taco joint was being attacked.

 

Thar was unarmed and limp as a bonefish. If he dared to try and slip by the attacking mob, he'd be mauled. "Well f*ck," he sighed, "I guess I missed quite a lot."

 

He sped-walked back to his shack, because running would only tire him even more, to enter his underground arsenal, where he kept every weapon and trinket that he had been crafting for the year he was camped out there. The weapons hung on hooks on the walls in a jagged pattern, but his weapon of choice was laid out on his workbench, all set for action. His latest creation was an axe with a blade the size of his upper abdomen and a handle the length of his leg up to his thigh.

 

He grabbed the handle where two prongs stuck out, pressing them inward and prompting the axe to contract into a mere iron bar. Hanging on the corner of the bench was a sleeve which he put the contracted axe into and shouldered, marching out of his shack to get his f*cking tacos.

 

Soon he was where he was before he turned back, this time with a weapon handy. Upon re-arrival, he noticed a figure falling from a twelve-story building and landing where the action was taking place. It looked painful, but Thar was too hungry to make new friends. He approached the group with determined eyes and wielded the bar, pressing the button to unravel the axe within and charged.

[Bowtiemyass]

Spincer heard the call to battle, even though it was just to a taco stand he knew he had to obey his superiors orders, know matter how stupid they were. "Boss man Patel, you sure that's a good idea? Its right smack in the center of the courtyard, we'll be surrou." Before Spincer could finish speaking Nex jumped down with a loud thud breaking several bones in his legs. Spincer since one of his recent deaths, cant understand the concept of a first name so he just calls people by there last name. After the loud crash on the floor below, Spincer jumped in his hover canoe and paddled his way threw to the taco stand and turned on his plasma shield previously installed the day before since he was shot in the shoulder and making his left arm useless for the day and still is partially paralyzed so he has one of his robots paddling.

 

Once he got to the bottom and opened the shield so he could get into cover and begin to command his army of robots to attack and gain control of the taco stand he tripped on the handle getting out of the canoe and smacked his head on a lounging bench and died by the force of the blow. Apon that happening his robots came and dragged him to a near by building and began repairing his head and brain.

[Mugendramon]

Mugen woke up uncharmingly, in his worn out underwear. After becoming a corpse so many times, it's sort of to be expected that it starts to smell like rotting matter. But Mugen had no idea what that horrible smell was coming from anyway. He barely remembered why there was uncomfortable stuff all over his body anyway. What he did remember however, was the giant robot standing right beside the rock he'd slept on. He stepped on a corpse and bid his death machine good morning.

 

The robot did nothing. "Ungrateful, little man. I'm just making sure nobody steals your clothes. Or you take them off. They're important, Mugen."

 

"Oh, really? Well whatever. They smell bad. I'm hungry though, let's get food. Where to? I hardly remember." "The taco stand would be a nice place to start, but it's being attacked right now."

 

Mugen smiled with sharp teeth and a wide grin. He walked out of the little cave, stepping on bloody corpses. "This decor is really ugly, we gotta take it out."

 

Small steps first, gigantic metallic footsteps behind them, the two walked up to the battle. There was Thar. Sweet, precious Thar. Oh, hey, some guy killed himself. Oh cool he has robots.

 

The dinosaur robot looked at Mugen and asked to "do her thing". Mugen had no idea what it was talking about, or WHERE it was talking from, but he nodded and watched anyway. The robot did nothing. But inside, it calculated, it was hacking. Into the robots and stuff. But will it work. WILL IT?

[Thar]

Axe in hand, Thar twirled his weapon above his head and slashed the first person in the attacking mob in a diagonal direction, watching his upper torso slide down where the cut was made and fall to the ground. Thar knew the others would notice the attack and horde him, but Thar struck a stance and scanned the crowd for the right moment to strike.

 

What's the point, Thar thought, I'm freaking hungry!

 

Thar cut open a path in the mob to make way for the entrance to the taco stand, flying through the doors and flying back into them to hold from the mob. Looking around the joint, he had to be swift to grab a nearby chair to hook onto both handles of the doors and keep them shut.

 

"What is this, the friggin' apocalypse?" Thar said while breathing heavily. It's been a while since he had last been in action, but this was a whole different game for him, "Man, they're all acting like a bunch o' zombies. Hell, they even LOOK like zombies. It's like they've been dead their entire life-"

 

Thar then looked down at his arm, which he just noticed as scraped up and bruised all the way up to his shoulder. However, he felt no pain in the nerves, but in his mind, as if he was going through Deja Vu, "The f*ck? ...how did... WHAT?" He looked back up at the mob, then looked more to the sides to observe the scenario, where he saw Mugen standing outside the action.

 

"Mugen!" Thar gasped, later realizing that he was in the same state; scraped up and zombie-like. He looked back at his arm and stood motionless in bewilderment.

 

"Are we... being revived somehow?" This was the last question he asked himself before feeling his stomach shake his soul. He went up to the clerk at the counter, if there was one, and ordered the usual. If there wasn't one, he jumped over the counter and grabbed what was in the prepared meal rack.

[Shadow Zero]

William saw the mob, and really wanted to kill them all...but he was STARVING! No WAY was he fighting on an empty stomach! He goes around the Taco Stand, at first keeping clear of it completely, then sneaking up from behind. He kicks the back door in, because everyone knows that taco stands have a back door, and grabs a taco that was ready for serving to stuff his face. However, he only gets to have one bite, one single, solitary bite of the taco, before one of the idiots in the mob knocks it out of his hands and onto the floor. He immediately responds be grabbing the face of the offending person with his gauntleted left hand to drain him of blood in a matter of moments. He was going to eat first, but now he's pissed enough to not care and jumps out of the front of the taco stand, hacking and slicing anyone within reach of the two long knives he took in hand before jumping the taco stand, the long knives being connected to the shoulder piece via a thin, high tensile strength wire that is attached to the closed circle at the base of the hilt.

 

He continues this until Mugen shows up with his pet cybersauraus, at which point he glowers, not that you could see it under the helmet that he only took off in order to get some taco into his mouth. He hacks his way out of the mob and aims his twin-mounted shoulder cannons at the metallic beast and begins firing round after round of explosive firepower at it, with an emphasis on headshots.

[Thar]

Thar devoured his taco; the satisfaction of eating a decent meal after a year of canned food was orgasmic. Smiling, he licked his chops of the spicy sauce that burnt his lips with a semi-masochistic shiver. That moment he turned to look back at the attacking mob, who seem to be caving in closer, then his eyes peered over to several explosions setting off where Mugen was standing.

 

Thar was shocked to see the explosions were being shot from cannons on some stranger's shoulder. "Who the f*ck is he?" Thar asked himself, "and why is he shooting Mugen? What'd he ever do to him?" The smoke from the blasts soon cleared enough to reveal a robot the form of a dinosaur thing, "Oh, must seem like a threat." Thar then looked back at the mob and sighed, "No real way out without letting these guys in. Guess I'm going up." With that, Thar aimed the bottom of the handle of his axe at the ceiling and shot a spear-like point through it, where it extended two prongs that grabbed the roof like a grappling hook. Thar then retracted the chain so that he was pulled up through the roof, jumping off the ledge of the building and spinning with his axe acting as a helicopter blade, making him hover down toward where William stood.

 

"Hey!" Thar shouted, "just who are you and what do ya have against Mugen?"

[Shadow Zero]

The author would like to take this opportunity to remind Lombax that auto-hitting is against the rules, as is power playing. As such, William continues to at the giant mechanical t-rex shaped tank thing by Mugen, and instead of giving a proper answer to Thar, he simply turns to slice at him with one of his long-knives, the twin-mounted shoulder cannons turning to face Mugen's mechanical monstrosity so that it can continue firing. As to the supposed 'landed hit', even allowing for it to have landed, William is always wearing his ARMOR. It's built to deflect bullets and withstand bombs. What could a light tap from the equivalent of a fancy metal pole possibly do? Seriously, he hardly even felt that hit.