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The Koopa Troop

and the twilight princess
wordcount: 1,642 +3 (+2 rapport)
Bowser: Level 14 EXP: ////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// (223/140) (+1 bonus pending)
Bowser Jr: Level 14 EXP: /////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// (106/140) (+1 bonus pending)
Midna: level 10 EXP: ////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// (44/110) (+1 bonus pending)
Location: Carnival town: Ballyhoo’s Big Top


Just a little bit before the end, the koopa king and prince ran out of time, which left them grumbling, and then dismayed at how they’d probably just barely lost a podium position as a result of their early termination. Who was to blame for this was rather obvious. In two ways actually. For them, they were quite sure that had she not attempted/succeeded at sabotage that they would have won (unable to see how their own actions had lead to their downfall). For everyone else, Minda was obvious, in that she stood out, because like Nadia and Juri she arrived back in the waiting room fighting.

As for what she was fighting, well, anyone not distracted by the cat fight would have seen Minda glance around only to lock eyes of a second version of Ganondorf who’d appeared from nowhere, this one armed only with the single distinctive white blade that Toriel had intended to slay him with.

The princess immediately charged the reflection of the king of evil (who simply sauntered towards her in turn) thrusting her treespear forwards in a swift stab. The man casually blocked the blow with the flat of his blade however before lunging past the reach of her long weapon with an elbow barge, knocking her back. He followed it up with a thrust of the white blade which Midna narrowly evaded, earning the king only a scratch for his efforts. Despite the smallness of the wound, the blade of light seared the princess badly, causing her to hiss through her teeth as she stumbled back.

As much as Midna wanted to just shoot her foe to try and gain some space, the princess now had enough understanding of guns to know that it was a bad idea with people behind her foe. So instead she dropped the twin pistols she’d been trying to use, leaving her hands empty as the mirror image dained to charge her now to follow up on his blow. He slammed down with a powerful two handed blow of his blade, which midna caught with the guard on her spear, using a fair amount more effort to do so than the king had done to block her own attack.

Rather than pull back however, the reflection pushed forwards, keeping their blades locked and aiming to simply power through her guard. It was working too, that glowing blade of light getting closer and closer to her forced as he forced the speartip back.

Resisting the urge to grab the spear with all four hands and to simply try and hold, the princess struck back, swinging empty hands at her hated foe, only for an obsidian ax to fade into her grip as she used a crescent moon slash to quickdraw her only other remaining bladed weapon. The reflection of her foe reacted by stepping back such that it was he, this time, who received only a scratch. Or at least he should have. To her confusion the blade seemed to simply slip right through the reflection, meaning it was not set aflame like she had intended.

Not put off by this failure, she followed through with her plan, letting go of the cumbersome fire ax rather than try and arrest its swing. Then she struck forward with her shadow hand, followed by several quick jabs with her spear, only for the king to block them all with more perfect parries, causing her to snarl in frustration.

Rather than continue to throw herself at a wall, she darted left while summoning her flygon from a portal and sending it right. Rather than be surrounded however, the king leapt up and over her, before trying to stab her in the back as she spun to follow him, scoring him another seering cut on the princess due to the spear limiting her turning speed.

Then he was back on the defensive, blocking a beam of purple fire from her flygon. That, at least, was the opening she needed, the princess darting her blade forwards, slipping it past his guard as he tried to move to block both attacks, and delivering a swift stab. This one too, however, failed to count for some reason.

Frustrated beyond end, when the king acted to knock her spear aside, she let him, releasing her grip on the weapon and causing him to overextend due to lack of resistance, before lunging forwards with fingertips wreathed in glowing purple dragon’s claws. He made to grab at her, but the princess opened a portal and promptly blasted the man in the face with a shotgun spray of sand to throw off his vision long enough for her to dig her claws into him in-order to find something that she could hurt.

Or that had been the plan anyway. Instead one of the larger and sharper of the millions of void black sand particles won the luck of the draw to be the first to bypass the reflection’s ethereal nature, and deliver a tiny cut to it, taking its one and only hitpoint in the process. As such, rather than getting to get stuck in with her claws, the princess blinked in surprise as the reflection shattered from that single tiny blow, and she instead went stumbling through the space where it had been.

”huh” she said to herself contemplatively after she’d stabilized herself, before rubbing at her wounds and finding that, at least to her touch, it seemed like the light seared gashes were not actually there, only a pair of razor thin cuts. ”an illusion then” she correctly assessed, only to cringe when a young voice complained that ”That’s how it ends? Lame. I wanted a nice dramatic stabbing or something” and turning to find Jr and Bowser had been snacking while watching her duke it out with the reflection of Ganondorf

Minda opened and closed her mouth a few times, before simply agreeing that ”no you’re right, that wasn’t cathartic at all” and then saying that ”do that again so I can take him down properly this time”

That got a laugh and a kneeslap from Bowser, before he agreed ”yeah, sure, I definitely want to see that backstabbing schmuck get his” only for the other, more important, fight to come to an end and for the regularly scheduled entertainment to get back on track. Still, by the time the fourth game had been explained, and they were all in a spooky town and wearing witch hats, any animosity from the previous game had been swept away by that age old adage: the enemy of my enemy is my friend.

The trio stuck together as they searched for hiding spots so they could talk and trade stories, and while ‘he shot me in the back while we were trying to take over the world” and “he stabbed me in the front while trying to take over the world” weren't exactly the most compatible tales, shared animosity still did wonders for diplomatic relations between the kingdoms (in exile) of koopas and twilight.

”He has to be lying about not remembering destroying that kingdom, surely?” the princess was saying when they got to the part of Bowser’s relaying of what Ganondorf had been up to where they were talking to Asgor. The king for his part shrugged and was saying that ”might have been a different him” but was prevented from getting to the revelation about respawning by jr piping up that ”Papaaaaaaa, I think we’re running out of time to hide somewhere” the prince having been the only one paying attention to that while the older royals gossiped.

”Oh, right, yeah” Bowser replied, now actually paying attention to where they were and what they were doing. The former was in a library. The latter was finding something, anything, that the king could conceivably disguise as because he really was the limiting factor here with his size.

He ”Uhhhh”ed for a moment, and then turned into a bookshelf, which got him stuck at an angle in between a pair of existing shelves in just the most blatant hiding spot ever.

”Might want to try that somewhere else” Midna suggested, as she hung from the raptors by her shadow hand, and then proceed to turn into a hanging chandelier big enough for someone to stand on (and thus big enough to contain her mass).

”Yeah try against a wall papa!” jr called over. In contrast to his towering papa, jr had both the smallest form while standing, and an even smaller one when curled up in his shell. He did so now atop one of the tables, having slammed the biggest and heaviest grimoire in the library there, and promptly turned into it. Then he used the opening and closing of his cover to flip off that table and to get as far as possible from the base prop he was copying as possible, winding up on another table across the hall.

Once he was there however, there came a crash, as a moving bookcase knocked over another, followed by another crash and another as an entire column of shelves went toppling over domino style. Papers and knick knacks went flying, but when the dust cleared, the first bookshelf was nowhere to be seen.

For about 5 seconds anyway, after which the elevated Midan worked out the koopa king had simply flopped his own on top of the first knocked down shelf to join the mess he’d made. With how much time they’d wasted nattering on, it was probably the best he was going to do, she guessed, as she used her hanging spot to peek out an upper floor window to see if she could spot the seekers (of props) approaching.


The Koopa Troop
and the twilight princess

wordcount: 1,876 (but interspersed so +3 for J B &M, +1 for R & K) (+1 rapport for Kamek and Rika, +1 for Bowser, Midna and Jr)
Bowser: Level 14 EXP: ////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// (220/140) (+1 bonus pending)
Bowser Jr: Level 14 EXP: /////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// (103/140) (+1 bonus pending)
Kamek: Level 13 EXP: /////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// (94/130) (+1 bonus pending)
Rika: Level 9 EXP: /////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////(113/90) (+1 bonus pending)
Midna: level 10 EXP: ////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// (41/110) (+1 bonus pending)
Location: Carnival town: Ballyhoo’s Big Top


To say the royal koopas were both causing carnage and tearing up the road was something of an understatement. With oodles racing experience, blasting back and forth across town was a breeze, but, of course, between villain and mario kart involving interfering with other racers as a core component, they couldn’t simply be satisfied with just out racing the others. They had to mess with them too.

Which made trying to share a road with even one a nightmare, let alone two, let alone cross the bridge between islands with instant game overs on either side of you. Unfortunately for Midna, that is exactly the position she found herself in, with Bowser in front taking up the whole half of the highway, and jr coming right up behind her as they all approached that most dangerous of crossings.

”move!” honk ”out” honk ”the” honk ”way!” she demanded, having discovered and now making liberal use of the car horn after getting tooted at herself by the none-people-cars.

As for why she wanted to get past, well, a certain prince had gotten clever with his strikers, and recreated an old classic of mario kart which he put an end to Midna’s honking by sending another volley her way: green shells.

”Goddesses you have got to be kidding me” the princess cursed, swerving to the side to avoid the first of the triple burst, only to careen into the central divider as looking where she was and where she was going proved much to difficult. Sparks flew as she scraped her vehicle against it, only for her to pull off just in time to avoid the second shell, and then dodged the third purely because she was swerving wildly to try and avoid the shells that had rebound off of the back of Bowser’s mega vehicle.

She let out a little sigh of relief as she saw the prince had run out of ammo, for now, for now, only to put her eyes back forwards and meet those of Bowser leaning over the back of his vehicle.

”Get lost tailgater!” he demanded, before taking a swipe at her with a titanic claw. She hit the brakes with an ”ach” to avoid this, only for Jr to rear end her, ramming her forwards back into Bowser’s swiping range with a ”yeah, get her papa!”

”You little-” she began to bite bark at him, only for the sound of jet engine flaring to herald her boom as bowser swung his kinetic strike module down, smashed it into the side of her taxi, and sent it, and the princess, careening over the bridge’s barrier and down into the drink.

She surfaced a few moments later, just in time to see father and son duo fist bump rather than keep up their sabotaging ways vs each other. Had she simply been taken down, she might have just stewed in the drink, but she drew the line at nepotism. Ironic for a princess, yes, but technically she had been appointed as her parent’s successor rather than simply inheriting the position.

Either way, she swore then and there she would have her revenge as she slipped into the shadow of the bridge and began to scheme.

Compared to the deliberate carnage her adopted father and new brother were causing, Rika’s was entirely unintentional. Despite Kamek sitting in her lap and giving her pointers, her lack of land legs was biting her in the butt again. She mostly compensated for being a land vessel via using her gauntlets when on foot, but having been made to sail everywhere meant she didn’t actually have the most strength or dexterity in her lower limbs, which made fine motor control of the pedal operated, well, motor, a touch tricky.

Hence why she was up there in the property damage department with Nadia, an unintentional rampage that ended with an ”Easily does it- oh dear” from Kamek before they missed a corner, rammed straight into an exercise ball store, and where bounced right back out. Two more bounces atop the parasol of a food vendor and a shop awning later and they had crashed, upside down in the middle of the street.

With a groan, Rika popped her gauntlets back on, shoved open the door of the car, and then forcibly shoved it back on its wheels, only for it to not start up again.

”What? Why? What’s wrong now!?” the ship girl complained in exasperation, only for Kamek to gently inform her that ”Sadly I think you are out of time young mistress” prompting a deep and frustrated ”Uuurgh” from the ship girl before she complained that ”this has been no fun at all” as she weakly kicked the taxi cab

”Perhaps there is something more amusing to do around the town for those who are out of time? We’re hardly the first and only to run out of time” Kamek suggested, before actually properly taking in the place they had been racing around and noticing the odd thing about it, namely that ”huh, it seems like the whole place is more gym than city? How odd”

”What’s a gym?” Rika inevitably asked, to which the mage replied that ”it’s a palace where people train their bodies to be stronger” before pointing out a few of the things that had given it away ”those would be weights for lifting to build arm muscle, and those treadmills to make you better at running, and, I suppose that” he gestured at a Leg Press Machine that had been placed where a park bench might have been in an actual city, ”would be for lifting weights with your legs to make them stronger I suppose”

”Huh” Rika replied, before saying ”I’m going to try that then” which is how she ended up using the rest of the time they had doing leg exercises.

While she was at that, Bowser and Jr were still trying to win the game, but they were about to receive a thorn in their side as consequence for their actions. As the prince once again came to cross the bridge on a long and daring red passenger request, the shadow of vengeance sprung her trap. With a heave, Midna swung herself up onto the brigade, landing on all sixes and then lashed out with her shadow hand, grabbing the front of his rather diminutive taxi. As the prince yelled at her to let him go, she casually hurled him and his vehicle off of the bridge to cap off one perfectly executed ambush.

She didn’t stop to gloat however. With the lighter target down, now came the daunting task of running the road hogging Bowser off the, well, road.

Finding him was pretty easy, what with the roar of rage that echoed into the sky when he found out about how she’d ended his son’s game. Unfortunately, him finding out about that made things a fair bit trickier for her, as when she roared into view on the back of one of her stolen motorbikes, she was just in time to spot the prince clambering up onto the back of his papa’s cab.

”There she is papa! There’s the meanie who threw me off the bridge” the prince shouted, pointing her out with his paint brush, before calling out that ”show her what a loser she is and win the race, I’ll hold her off!” when his dad made to come after her rather than break away from the race

”Oh I’m the mean one? You two should have thought about the consequences before messing with me!” she called back, before revving her motorcycle and charging right at them.

”Ha! We’ll see about that!” Bowser taunted back, before yelling ”Now get in here!” at the closest available fair, who happened to be red.

That was Midna’s cue, as she brought up her second set of arms, and started to pepper the passenger with shots from her twin commando auto pistols.

”Hey what the heck!” jr shouted in complaint as the passenger too started complaining, (though not nearly as frantically as being shot might suggest) before forming an iron shield and sticking himself, and it, in the way of the shots.

”Na na na na na! Can’t hurt me!” he shouted at her as Bowser hit the gas and roared off towards their destination. Not deterred, Minda kept up after them, forming a shadow hand and slapping it into the side of the koopa-cab, causing it to swerve into oncoming traffic. The royal ride naturally plowed everything aside, but it was all to much for the picky red fare, who bailed on them after the fourth collision.

”Alright, that does it, get off the road!” the koopa king roared, as he powslid the cab around, and then gunned it right at her. Seeming undeterred, she countercharged, only to leap at the last moment before the collision, her bike going down into a portal, and her up onto the hood of the car.

”Huh!?” the king grunted in confusion, only to panic as the princess made a grab for the wheel with her shadow hand and tried to forcibly turn all three of them off of the road and into the sea.

As she did so however, the mirror shield he had left sitting against the side door of the car flashed once, and a man very familiar to them all stepped out of it, brandishing a pure white blade.

The sight of her killer in the form he had worn when he struck the (temporarily) fatal blow made the princess flinch, and then when he came at her with that pure white blade prompted her to leap off of the vehicle entirely. She hit the asphalt, tumbling over and over in a way that would have really hurt if she could have taken damage at all. Fortunately, as it was off, she merely pushed herself up off the ground after reorienting herself, only to find the reflection of Ganondorf coming at her, blade in hand.

With a flash she swung out her sword tipped tree spear to block the opening blow, and then emptied auto pistol rounds into the reflection as their blades clashed again and again, only for nothing to harm the reflection, because, of course, damage was off. It took her adrenaline spiked mind far too long to realize this was why she was making zero progress. To the point that when time ran out she’d still be trading parries blows with the phantom.

”That guy’s her biggest enemy? Thought he was Link’s nemesis” Bowser grunted, unsure if that was useful info or just funny, while Jr noted that ”Did you see her face? She was really spooked by him showing up. Like really spooked” not quite able to interpret the look Midna had had on her face when her death flashed before her eyes, as much because half of it was covered in mask as because of his youth.

”Well it got her off our case, so time to make up for lost time! We can still win this thing!” Bowser declared, even as his timer ticked perilously close to out of time thanks to Midna’s sabotage and the mixed blessing of his mega sized vehicle.


The Koopa Troop

and the twilight princess
wordcount: 1,342 (but interspersed so +1 for all) (+1 rapport for Kamek and Rika)
Bowser: Level 14 EXP: ////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// (217/140) (+1 bonus pending)
Bowser Jr: Level 14 EXP: /////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// (100/140) (+1 bonus pending)
Kamek: Level 13 EXP: /////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// (93/130) (+1 bonus pending)
Rika: Level 9 EXP: /////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////(112/90) (+1 bonus pending)
Midna: level 10 EXP: ////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// (38/110) (+1 bonus pending)
Location: Carnival town: Ballyhoo’s Big Top


”What? Third! We were robbed!” Jr complained, arms thrown up in outrage before kicking his heel and grumbling ”Stupid stream sniper. Stupid people on the internet who don’t know art when they see it”

Midna, second time third placer, meanwhile was of the opposition that it was a respectable position, and at the very least glad she’d gotten a return on her investment on the silly sound amplifying stick. Shame she didn’t get to keep it, it had been amusing, but she supposed it was as fake as the monsters.

The rest of the troop collectively agreed to keep their non finishing position under wraps, thankful that there apparently wasn’t going to be any kind of joint viewing of the recordings. That would have taken a while anyway, and instead it was right into the next minigame.

Rika was not exactly hopeful this one would be any good either despite its spouted popularity, the totally out of her depth ship girl only kept from going full grump by shoveling confectionery into her mouth in between rounds.

True to her expectations, things did not, it had to be said, start well. Dumped into a taxi cab that was fit for her body, yes, but not to her oversized mechanical hands. Those made trying to open and read the manual rather tricky, and using the key to start the car straight up impossible, forcing her to waste valuable time while she disarmed her right hand so that she could actually use all the machine.

Still, once that was done, she had a fairly easy time turning the ignition and fiddling around with the stick a bit before she slammed the gas pedal to the floor and launched herself into oncoming traffic.

”ohhhh nonononono” she stammered in a panic as hand large and small gripped the wheel, spinning it too and fro to swerve widely around the incoming cars, before veering down a one way road the wrong way. Faced with an oncoming collision with a bus of all things, a panicking Rika let go of the wheel with her gauntlet, reeled it back, and then let it fly.

A moment later she came vaultbreaker blasting out of the other end of the one way street, drifting sideways, bus having been knocked sky high, and skidded to a halt in a conveniently open parking space.

”I, ok, phew. That was actually kinda fun” she said to herself. Unfortunately she now had to get out of the parking space, which saw a far more well versed in this Jr blasting past her frustrated attempts at an improvised 3 point turn.

”Hi sis!” he called out, waving his paintbrush at her as he snuck in and stole the customer she’d been intending to take after unparking, before putting the brush back to the road, calling ”bye sis” and going tire squealing off towards the dropoff point. As he drove, the brush he was tapping to the ground left a gradually building criss-cross of goopy trails across the street, marking where he had been, making a big ol mess of everything, and also presenting a hazard to anyone who was unfortunate enough to cross his path.

Or worse, end up on the same one as him, as Midna found out when finding herself going along the half nelson highway in the same direction as him, and as soon as the slime slicker realized this, he started veering back and forth to paint the road in her way.

”Junior what the heck!” she yelled at him as she tried and failed to avoid his slicking ways. Indeed the attempts to do so making things worse as, as it turns out, turning on a slippery surface is not a good time, causing her to promptly spin out with an a ”ahhhh!”

”You’re just lucky there’s no item boxes, or you’d all be doomed!” the prince called back, and then a moment later he and his dinky little taxi were gone.

”How old even is that child” the princess complained as she, rather than bother with trying to reverse properly, just reached out her shadow hand and shoved herself back from the highway’s central barrier.

She was just about on track to get going again when there came a rumbling and a call of ”Make way for the Koopa King!” giving her just enough time to glance down the road, curse with ”Oh for the goddess’s love” before being rammed out of the way by the titanic taxi that was Bowser’s ride. It had, after all, scaled up to him and boy did that make it big.

Maybe a bit too big, as the king found as he tried to take the tight looping slip-road down off the highway, and promptly started scraping both front and back of his car against its outer edges, and the opposite center against the inner wall. Then he had to duck under the highway, horns and shell spikes grinding against its underside.

”Yeah yeah quit whining we’ll get there when we get there” he growled at his passenger who he then had to try and squeeze up the thin windy roads of trophy heights.

The way he inevitably lost a wheel off the side, and had to get out and haul it back onto the road got an ”oh dear” with a silent ‘not my problem fortunately’ from Kamek as he drove on by. Had this been a few years back, the mage would have been a bit out of his depth as much as some of the others, but as things stood, he’d recently joined in on the royal’s number one form of interkingdom friendly competition, and so actually had some Kart racing under his belt.

As befitting his age, the mage was taking a slower and steadier pace to winning this race, peddle maxing out at about 2/3s to the metal, eyes peeled for other vehicles as he made careful turns and sensible crossings. He was also, unlike the other two Koopas, actually trying to make a mental map of the city rather than just blazing blindly in his destination’s general direction.

This general increase in awareness meant it was hard to miss how Rika was struggling when he happened to end up on the same road as her. Well, to be fair, the way she was reversing across it to turn herself around and try and actually deliver her first customer when many were on their second, third, or more, was rather hard to miss.

”How are you faring, young mistress?” he called over, more to check her mental mood than her, well, point’s scoring position.

”It’s kinda fun when I get going, but stuff keeps hitting me or I hit other stuff and then the fun stops” she replied evenly, even as she slammed the pedal to the metal and rammed into the opposite building rather than manage to turn out into the road again. ”Plus that timer going down and down is really annoying” she complained as she shifted into reverse, clearly feeling the pressure of the time limit.

”I know it being a race means you feel like you need to go as fast as you can, but performing smoothly and safely has its own speed. Doing something right the first time is better than doing it twice fast” The mage lectured as Rika bumped into a van while reversing, prompting her to retort ”But if can’t do it right, then fast is all I have”

”Well then, here, let me see if I can give you a pointer or two so you can” Kamek replied, pulling up beside the frustrated girl, pulling himself out of his car and popping onto her lap

”But what about yours?”

”Don’t worry about that now, I’d rather pass down a skill than just use it for my own benefit” the mage replied, waving her concern off, before saying ”Now then, let’s see if we can give you a driving lesson or two, shall we?”

The ship girl furrowed her brow in thought for a moment, before nodding her head and smiling happily, thinking maybe this game would live up to its supposed popularity after all.

Hillside Hamlet


By the time Rayne had run down the timer on her machine gun powerup, and tossed a few other spells out for good measure, the battle was over. Or extermination really, given that the blobs had been more a threat to the people they were protecting than to the outsiders themselves.

Really the only casualties had been the terrain around the village which looked like the warzone it had been. Though at least in Rayne’s case, the damage done by the woman who had been the cusp of becoming her worlds new Gaia seemed to be regenerating at a remarkable rate, fresh shoots already poking out of the ground.

At least Rayne hoped the damage to the land was the only casualty as she floated over to the village’s defenders and heard Remilia asking about the wounded. She was fairly sure she hadn’t seen any of the oozes get close, but you never knew. Plus she had been a touch blinded by her own explosivity for a bit there.

Still, Remilia would surely have things in hand if there were, and so she focused on checking in as to what in the world they had just run into.

“Hello, I’m Rayne, and I’m happy we could help” she said as a quick introduction, before asking “but what was that? The caravaners we were riding with said they’d never seen anything like them, and I certainly haven't either”
@DracoLunaris

you really have captured the magic of Orks i must say


eyyy thanks.. certainly been fun to write em so far, hopefully i can keep it up without being frustrating for the folks writing the professional under stress types once they get to interacting face to face
Sure

I'll save it till tomorrow

(Was gonna be from my ships perspective but I'm happy to see what you got cooking)


appreciated, especially coz I've come to annoy one of yours
Bluddflagg’s Freebooterz
Aboard
Da Eskape Plan
In
Da Coruscant System


“Dat’s it. Dat’s it. Come on ya gits!” Kaptin Bluddflagg bellowed as the replicator fighters got closer, closer, and then broke into a “Waaaaaargh!” as they got into actual firing range. The already thunderous sound of the ship’s guns echoing through its hull went into overdrive as orks and gretching squeezed or hammered triggers harder, which against all logic did actually increase the fire rate/power of their turrets, at last where it didn’t cause critical overloads, overheats, or ammo detonations.

Shells, bullets, bolts, dumbfire rockets and even the odd laser flew fourth into the void, most of them going wide, but a few actually managed to scratch the fighters. But only scratched, lightly softening up but not actually taking out any of the foes. Those things were tough as they were fast, it seemed, which would have made this way more of a fight than their size would have indicated.

Would being the key word there, as rather than engage, the fighters that had gotten close enough to actually take orkish fire simply continued onwards towards their original targets, either disinterested in, or perhaps even incapable of, changing targets.

The cry of “Waaargh” that had been going on since the start of the brief engagement window property pestered out into a bewildered “whaaaaaat?” as the orks became very confused at being ignored. Being denied a good fight was bound to cause an upset in the boys, so their Kaptin was quick to get ahead of their bellyaching by bellowing “Dy ain’t getting away from a stomping dat easy” as he turned the ship around so they could go after the fighters.

It was a rather slow turn unfortunately, as orkish ships were not known for their turning circles, which gave the kaptin a little bit of time to survey the space around the planet they’d been dumped besides, one hand on the wheel, the other scanning the skies with his spyglass.

There certainly seemed to be a diverse array of ships out there currently about to come under attack, but one that stood out was the one surrounding itself in a bright cream energy shield. Given that he’d just been told theirs would not work, that was rather confounding, but given that he trusted his first mate’s word, that could only mean that “day got non warppy shield stuff”

Something they very much needed to loot, in the captain’s mind. Speaking of looting, that same ship seemed to have sent a number of tiny ships towards a debris field of sorts, one filled with a fair number of small (in the orks mind anyway) ships.

“Hmmf, if dey fink dey is gonna get all da loots, day got another ting commmin” he grunted, mostly to himself. He certainly wouldn't be having none of that, because if there was one thing freebootas liked more than scrapping it was plundering

“Alright lads, we’z gonna take a wee bit of a detour to get some lootin in while we scrapping” he announced as he halted his turn after the fighters a tad early and angled them so they’d pass by the debris field on the way to the shielded ship. Then he flicked open a large hatch on his steering wheel, exposing an equally large red button, and without hesitation, slammed a fist into it. Doing so prompted a massive warhorn to go off, prompting raucous cries of delight down in the engine room as barrels of nitro were hoisted up and poured into ports on the engines, causing the incoherent array of them out the back of the ship to burn blue as the ship blazed forwards, accompanied by chants of “ere we go! ere we go! ere we go!”

As it raced towards the debris field more orders came barkin down from on high, prompting a number of ork lootaboy, a pair of flash gits, and a single mekboy to herd a whole pile of tool belt wearing gretchin into strange contraptions, before promptly sealing both themselves and the gretchin inside. A few seconds after that the ship got as close to the debris field as it was going to get, at which point there came the command of “fire!” from the Kaptain, and the ship promptly launched a volley of torpedoes at the already disabled vessels.

Naturally, these torpedoes contained not explosive , or not many anyway, but instead those same orks and gretchin who when roaring/screaming through space before slamming into the side of one of the vindicator class ships, into which the greenskins flooded. Well, except for one unfortunate lot who’s boarding torpedo sailed onwards into the void thanks to the wonders of orkish accuracy.

Those that made it were there to loot and plunder, and specifically there to figure out what was worth stealing wholesale by the time Da Eskape Plan wheeled back around to pick them up. Said ship would not be stopping to loot while there was fighting going on, and it instead continued onwards, its captain smoothly sending it to go careening towards where the Kuun-lan and the trio of fighters headed for it were about to clash, intending to do a rather close flyby, guns blazing, of that battle.

With any luck for the orks, they’d arrive in time to get some scrapping in.

With any luck for the Kuun-lan, said scrapping would not involve too many friendly fire incidents from the accuracy impaired orks.
mind holding off on that for an hour or two if u where gonna? I think i have the energy to do some ork postings
Fun fact: I have also been sick since Saturday night. Clearly this RP is a disease vector
Film Those Freaks - No Pleasure Cruise II

Midna and Jr’s @DracoLunaris, Geralt’s @MULTI_MEDIA_MAN, Level 8 Goldlewis (77/80)
Word Count: 4502 (+5) (+2 rapport each)


Without further ado, the bug-eyed monster lunged forward, lashing out with scythe-like arms like those of a praying mantis. Goldlewis performed a backdash to get some distance, then turned to go, trying not to obstruct Junior’s line of sight. Realistically, he towered over this critter and, contrary to Geralt’s exclamation, didn’t think it would be difficult to fight. But they both knew by now that trouncing these creatures would not be in the spirit of the competition, so it was time to give their hypothetical audience a show. If this gawking beast chased them into the bowels of the ship, their relief from escaping would give way to ominous tension–it was a perfect way to provide buildup, as long as the Seekers didn’t actually lose their way.

After noting the monster’s speed, Goldlewis set off at a brisk jog, just fast enough to continuously build up distance between himself and his pursuer. “C’mon, this way! Stick together!” he hollered, loud enough to convey a sense of urgency. While he considered keeping quiet to avoid alerting more monsters, he figured that more freaks would make a better film, and that the team could handle whatever came their way. So he fled, he made a big show of pulling down cabinets and toppling piled objects to try and trip up the eye beast. How effective it was didn’t really matter; it just needed to look frantic and dramatic. In fact, accidentally crushing the critter posed a bigger issue. Of course, all this theatricality came at a price, and the team’s mad dash through the depths of the cruise ship quickly got more dangerous.

Despite having stubby short legs and an equally short body, Jr was more than capable of keeping up with this, the prince even leaping over obstructions with impressive bounds. Still, running away from something and filming it turned out to be rather trickier than doing the 400 meter hurdles. This led to a dramatic moment where Midna grabbed Jr by the hand and physically hauled him out of the way of the leaping beast with an ”I got you!” after the prince stumbled on some loose debris while backstepping away from it.

The princess then parried a scything talon using the boom mic of all things, before they both broke off in a sprint again to try and get some ground.

Geralt kept an easy pace with the others, sometimes allowing them ahead of her, other times taking the lead in the ‘frantic’ chase with the monster. She was ahead of the group when the thing caught up to the group, and with Midna keeping Junior out of harm’s way, she grabbed a chair to toss behind them to try and trip the thing up. “Go, go!” She called, turning around only to stop short when she saw what looked like another Seeker, only wearing a lot of equipment. “Looks like somebody spent a lot of tokens.” She mumbled, before rolling her eyes. “We ran into another group.” Geralt told the others, “Not sure where the others on their team are, though.”

Behind her, Goldlewis slid to a stop, glancing over his shoulder. It looked like the four had managed to lose their bug-eyed pursuer. Either that hurled chair from Geralt did the trick to dissuade, or the lack of light in its eyes made it lose interest. Regardless, it was still around here somewhere, so the team would need to be more careful about where they pointed their flashlights, if the batteries weren’t spent after their sprint through the cruise ship’s belly. After making sure he couldn’t see the monster anywhere, Goldlewis turned his attention toward the person Geralt pointed out up ahead, trying to tell who it was. After dashing through the cluttered cargo bay, they’d wound up in an area dominated by towering shipping containers that obstructed the sight lines. Having heard the Witcher’s voice, the lone wanderer seemed to be heading over. The darkness obscured the details, but Goldlewis could see a standard-issue diving helmet and a glowing face within, though the features looked unrecognizably simplistic. Just as the veteran was beginning to wonder, a series of sounds echoed through the cargo corridor that dispelled all doubt.

BLEEP! ”Looks like we got one!” BLOOP! The voice was loud, harsh, heavily distorted by static, and bookended by alarming technological tones. BLEEP! ”Whoa, a whole crew of ‘em! How about a hundred, chat? Hundred likes each? Yeah, let’s get ‘em!” BLOOP! Then the stranger brandished a hefty rod, which came to life with a violent electric crackle. In its light, Goldlewis could see the stranger fully, a juggernaut as big as he was in a heavy suit with three oxygen tanks and a camera trained on his targets. The emoticon face in its helmet wore a fixed expression of gleeful malice as the stream sniper stomped forward. BLEEP! ”You’re MINE!” BLOOP!

Goldlewis gritted his teeth, raising his fists. Unfortunately, this assailant wasn’t the only problem drawn by all the ruckus. As he prepared to fight, or take cues from Junior, he became aware of another sound: the increasingly loud whir of a blender. Whatever the source was, it was only seconds away.

“Junior! Might have to fight our way out of this one! What’s the call?” Geralt asked, looking around for the source of that horrid noise, ready to knock it away with Aard if Junior told her to.

”uhhh, the other player is fair game, keep avoiding the monster?” Jr suggested, before preparing to flick on the camera once they were sure as to what they were doing.

Minda at least was up for it, saying that the steam sniper ”Seems more obnoxious than scary” before opening a portal and summoning up her Darknut minion to do battle for her while she kept operating their boom mic. At her mental command, the armored undead put itself squarely in the path of the sniper, shields raised, putting both a steel bulwark and an energy barrier in between it and them.

With all the cargo containers around the team was already dealing with the cruise ship’s cramped confines, but once the Darknut arrived it almost completely occupied what little open space they had. “Gah, what in the-” Goldlewis tried to distance himself from the behemoth so that he wouldn’t end up as collateral damage once it took action, but luckily it only attempted to bar the interloper’s way. It worked well, not budging beneath a flurry of blows from the stream sniper’s shock stick, but the Darknut’s mere presence amongst them left the Seekers completely separated.

With the Darknut taking the Stream Sniper’s attention, Geralt refocused her efforts on trying to find the unseen new monster, with little success.

After a moment, their assailant gave up. BLEEP! ”Hah, these guys are no fun. Don’t worry chat, we’ll be back before they know it.” BLOOP! By the time the undead roadblock removed its shields, the stream sniper had disappeared, but the filmmakers had something else to worry about. From a narrow gap between two cargo containers dashed a mannequin with a whisk for a head, its beaters whirring at high speed. It sped toward Junior, charging in a fast but perfectly straight line. Separated -and practically pinned down- by the Darknut, neither Goldlewis nor Geralt could get over to help him.

No way back, no way to the sides, it seemed like the prince was about to become blended roadkill. Yet rather than panic or fear, he, of all things, ran towards it. As he did, he formed a spear of metal, seemingly trying to counter charge it, only to drive said spear into the ground at the last moment, and using it to pole vault over the whisk faced freak. It wasn’t a clean jump, the whisk struck and ate his vaulting pole, causing him to botch the landing, landing on his spiky back and losing grip of the camera, which went tumbling across the ground away from him.

”Down with you” Mida commanded as this occurred, sending her darknut back down into a portal and freeing up the gents to move once more.

“Grab Junior!” Geralt shouted as she exploded into a sprint, skidding to a stop before the mannequin and casting the Sign of Aard, an explosive burst of telekinetic force launching it backwards. “Good thinking with that spear, kid.” She commented, backing away from the whisk-faced mannequin monster, hand still up in a wary posture.

The moment the Darknut got stowed away, Goldlewis took action. Firing his shotgauntlets behind him, he reached the fallen Koopa with a burst of speed, then reached down and unceremoniously flipped Junior back into his feet. Next on his list of priorities was the camera, but he glanced at the group’s attacker first. Luckily, the whisk monster appeared to be very clumsy, good for hurling itself in straight lines and not much else. Geralt’s Sign had flung it against a cargo container, and it still had yet to pick itself up.

“You good, kid?” Goldlewis patted Junior on the head, then turned to collect the camera. It lay a few dozen feet away back toward the cluttered area, blinking with a teal light. Trusting in Geralt to have their back as the whisk geared itself up for another charge, he went over and stooped to retrieve the device, not noticing it was still on and wasting film. “Got it!” He held it out for Junior to take, not noticing the hole in the ceiling nearby, nor the large, dark figure standing up there.

Jr gave an insistent ”I’m good” followed by a ”Thanks” with a thumbs up as he got the camera back. He settled it back into his hand, did a little hiss of an inhale at the amount of tape that must have been wasted staring at nothing, and then happened to pan up and catch a flash of light on what looked to be a pair of glasses adorning the figure staring down at them.

Midna meanwhile turned at a sound that was approaching her and Geralt and let out a gasp as she came face to face with the stream sniper. Its electrical weapon lunging towards her, the momentary spike of fear letting it slip past her guard, the stun prod jamming straight into her gut- to absolutely no effect as her body earthed the lighting with no harm to her.

”Still getting used to that” Midna said after blinking in surprise while the stream sniper recovered just a moment later BLEEP! ”Hah! Caught you off guard, didn’t I?” BLOOP!

”Big words for someone about to taste their own medicine” she retorted, as the boom mic flared to electrical life, and she swiped back to deliver her own stunning strike. The moment it took her to charge however was enough for the stream sniper to step away from the improvised weapon

BLEEP! ”And this is why I built all my gear custom chat!” BLOOP! it said as a parting shot, before slipping away again.

”That arrogant psychopath!” Midna seethed, itching to go after him, but that was right when Jr called out ”Watch out!” as the dark bespectacled figure shot a harpoon down at Junior, only for Goldlewis to lunge forward and shield him with his own body. The next instant, the spear struck him and began to reel him up into the air.

“Hurrk!” the veteran gasped in pain, dragged upward by his own suit jacket. Even after his fusions shrunk him down a touch, Goldlewis was a mountain of a man, and to haul him off his feet like that took monstrous strength. As he swung his arms, grasping for the cable attached to him, he caught only a fleeting glimpse of the creature who’d snared him: a bulky figure in a rumpled, scratch coat like a huge burlap sack, with only two fearsome red eyes visible inside its hood. The hefty harpoon gun in its grasp creaked and groaned in protest as it lifted Goldlewis higher, inch by inch. “Grrrrhhh…help me already, doggone it!”

Of course, it was right then that the two snailmen reappeared on the scene, practically walking arm in arm as they neared Junior’s position.

”That is the worst timing!” Jr complained, forming and firing metal shards at them, only for the light impacts to hardly slow them down at all, forcing him to backpedal as he rapidly tried to come up with a solution to the situation. Midna meanwhile stepped into a shadow and then appeared out of one to the harpooner, promptly driving the butt of boom mic into it, discharging electricity she’d attempted to spend on the stream sniper and causing thunder to clap deafeningly through the cruise ship. The blast flung the ghoulish thing into the wall and knocked the harpoon gun from its nerveless hands, causing Goldlewis to fall.

Down below, Geralt had jumped in to help Junior with the snails while the koopa fumbled with his gear in order to disentangle his paintbrush from its straps. Far from the most dangerous creatures the witcher had dealt with, Geralt could push them back with swift strikes from her long limbs at no real danger to herself. Still, they provided a deadly distraction, and once Midna disappeared from view the team’s dogged harasser emerged once more. BLEEP! ”There goes miss shockproof and here are three juicy targets! Let me see some tasers in the chat!” BLOOP! Right after Goldlewis fell, landing on top of one snailman, the stream sniper struck.

He slammed his baton into Geralt as she turned, and despite her defensive posture, the shock stick walloped her with a massive payload of electricity. It sent her sprawling, momentarily paralyzed, and the sniper erupted with distorted laughter. BLEEP ”Hahaha, got ‘er good! Pogs in the chat, guys!” BLOOP! Rather than press the attack, he looked up at the pad dangling from his rig, his expression gleeful in its electronic light.

Goldlewis got to his feet, albeit with the snail he’d seemingly crushed not just alive and well, but holding tight and actively draining his life. He hooked his hands beneath Geralt’s arms and quickly dragged her backward away from her assailant. The sniper himself, he left for Midna, straight from one bailout to the next.

The boom mic came lancing down from on high, striking the sniper like a javelin, though, bereft of charge as it mostly just knocked them off balance for a moment. That was all jr needed however, as he swiped his paintbrush at the streamer, coating his camera’s lens with neon blue electrical goop.

Unseen to him, but very alarming to the steamer, the monitor it was using to, well, monitor its own stream showed a combination of blue goop and static as the slime and shocks played havoc with its equipment. BLEEP ”Just some minor technical difficulties chat! Don’t go anywhere I’ll fix it stat!” BLOOP! the streamer almost begged as his viewer count started going down. With his hands full of camera and shock stick, and with both royals presenting too much of a threat for him to consider disarming himself to wipe the camera clean, the only option it had was the one it took: bailing to find a safe spot for camera maintenance.

”Yeah that’s right, run!” Jr called after him, making sure to get the beasted stream sniper on film, its humiliating response to having its footage interfered with having been perfectly picked up and amplified by Midna’s tossed boom mic.

”Don’t know what you did, but that sounded like you hit them where it hurts” Midna said as she appeared from the shadows once more to retrieve her very mistreated boom mic.

After helping Geralt to her feet, Goldlewis got her help to pry the annoying snail off his butt so they could kick it after the retreating stream sniper like an oversized football. That left one more ready to cause problems, though, and who knows what else on its way. “I think we got what we came for!” he barked, no longer feigning his urgency or worry. “Let’s hightail it back to base!”

”Gonna save the last little bit of film then” Jr replied, before cutting off their one very long running take ”Now let’s pull out the stops and get out of here!”

The team got moving as fast as they could, hurrying away from the danger-filled shipping zone back toward the cluttered cargo bay. Given the size and openness of the area, they didn’t need to worry too much about getting lost. In the distance, the distinctive warm, yellow glow of the diving bell’s interior light guided them onward. All they needed to do was get through the labyrinth of car wrecks, crates, and fences with the snails and the whisk behind them. Goldlewis and especially Geralt had both lost hit points, but they could still move unassisted, while Midna had to choose between sticking with a slower group or slipping through the shadows to get ahead on her own. If he hadn’t been so focused on the task at hand, the veteran might have thought to tell the princess to take the camera to safety, since its contents matter more right now than any one of them. Their oxygen was low, and their flashlight batteries were even lower; when the one belonging to Goldlewis ran out, he tossed it aside.

Midna didn’t really think of this either, because she associated the camera too hard with Jr in her head. As a result her plan was to move Jr faster, which she did by summoning her wolfos and having the prince get up onto its saddle. One hand on the handle, the other on the camera jr complained ”Why didn’t we do this in the first place!” because it made keeping on the move while filming a breeze.

About halfway through the junkyard maze, Geralt’s flashlight beam landed on a familiarly horrible shape. When the sputtering cone fell on the monster’s bulging eyes, it charged at the Witcher with a shriek, taking her by surprise. Its scythelike limbs gouged deep into her gear, taking advantage of her newfound weakness to slash damage to turn an opportunistic strike to a brutal wound. She stumbled with a curse and tripped over an engine block as she tried to dodge away. Her Aard sign blossomed in the darkness before the photophobic freak could finish her off, but the trip across the room wouldn’t stop the monster for long. Goldlewis slowed down, turning around. “Geralt!?”

BLEEP! ”Hehey, whoever sent that donation message, you were right on the money! Let’s f***ing get ‘em!” BLOOP!

The witcher winced as she tried to stand. “Go! I’ll hold them off!”

For a moment, Goldlewis froze. On a real battlefield this would have been a decision with deadly consequences, but if this was all just a game, he didn’t actually need to worry. Still, the fact that this game just about triggered his PTSD left him shaken. “If you say so, hoss. See ya on the other side!” he called back, hoping that Junior was capturing this drama.

As the distance grew and the lights faded, the last things the team running back to the diving bell saw from Geralt were a burst of incandescent flames, and the electric-blue tinge of the Streamer’s shock stick. A moment later, another set of deranged cackles echoed from where they had been, betraying Geralt’s fate.

Midna cursed under her breath, but the princess wasn’t affected particularly much by this. Jr meanwhile got a whole pile of flashbacks to the Maw and had to fight down an urge to go back for his fellow survivor. Had he not been sat atop Midna’s wolfos, he’d have slowed to a halt and been caught out, but as it stood, the twilight princess merely needed to stabilize him to keep him on her steed’s back, and let it do the rest.

With a burst of speed, the beast burst out of the ship and across the rickety bridge, followed a moment later by Midna and then, finally, Goldlewis, whom Midna slammed the door behind, right in the face of the scything eyeball creature. The veteran cranked the lever, and the Seekers were on their way.




When the diving bell’s climb came to an end and the door swung open, Geralt was already there, waiting for the others. Though he’d known that anyone eliminated down in the Old World would reappear up here from the beginning, Goldlewis still sighed in relief. “Heh. We weren’t separated all that long, I guess, but it’s good to see ya on the other side.” The Witcher hadn’t been the first comrade he’d been forced to leave behind, after all. He could only hope that all the others had wound up somewhere beautiful far above the clouds, as well. Returning from the crushing darkness below to this vibrant sky garden was a real breath of fresh air, and it helped drain away the tension and adrenaline pumping through him.

”That was, perhaps, a little too real at the end” Midna said as she pulled off her oversized helmet and let her hair flow free, her main magical asset having been constrained the entire game.

”I- yeah” Jr replied, before coughing a few times and asking ”anyway, we’re dead out of footage, so, now what?”

The team had no choice but to look around and figure it out. After reading the tutorial whiteboard inside, they found their way to the editing computer and through trial and error, managed to obtain a gleaming disc they could take to the TV set in the living room. Once Junior stuck the disc in the player, it uploaded the footage to both the big screen for them to watch and SpookTube, resulting in a cascade of live comments as the video played through. Goldlewis, totally at odds with this newfangled (or in his case, very oldfangled) technology, could only stand back in bafflement and watch as the video played through.

When the scuffle with the very first snailman started, a few comments reacted positively to it, but a lot poured in with a derisive tone. Apparently these critters were common fare, so widely recorded that every SpookTube veteran knew just how harmless they were. Everyone’s attempts to really sell the threat earned them some mockery.

Snail zombie! A Snailbie!
Ive heard they eat people :scared:
Not scariest I have seen but definitely snail
Wow these guys r makin a really big deal of it
Huh?? Its just a snail tho??
-2
Vod watchers skip this part
Next bit already
Scrubs lmao


Geralt blinked owlishly, then sighed. “Guess we’re not made for theater after all.” She joked, shrugging. “Though once we get to the end I wonder how they’ll feel.”

Goldlewis took a less self-deprecating approach. “How in the hell were we s’posed to know?” he grumbled. The viewers seemed to get a bit more excited when bigger threats appeared, at least.

thats more like it think they’ll get ganked?
Ngl running is prolly smart against the scythe bois
Oh shit stream sniper
Ugh snipers are the worst hope they kick his butt!!
That’s def ThunderThrasher, guys a ******* menace
Oh hey I watch that dude! He’s kinda a jerk tho


”Good, not just me who can’t stand that one” Midna commented

”Should have just taken him out on camera if people on here would have been happy to see that” Jr sad, hindsight being 20 20 and all, before snapping his fingers and going ”Rats, I could have just welded the monsters we didn’t like to walls”

Where’d that knight come from?
Yeah that’s it stonewall that jerk
Why didn’t they use that before? Throwing for content
Def throwing, boxing the others in
Look out its whisk head! Whisky business!!
Wait what, did he vault it?
There goes the camera
Did he get blended?
What kind of a name is junior lol
Oh good, there he is
point the camera at the action stupid, I wanna see the sniper fight!


At some point in their recording, the team had managed to attract so many monsters that the viewers couldn’t dismiss them any more. With snails, the stream sniper, the whisk, and the harpoon shooter all attacking at once, their video turned from a staged exaggeration to a frenetic fight to survive. As the battle turned into a chase to get back to the diving bell, the view count continued to climb, culminating in Geralt’s heroic sacrifice.

Omfg the sniper’s back
THUNDERTHRASHER RAID :electricity: THUNDERTHRASHER RAID :electricity:
Whaaaat? They’re just leaving her??
This sucks, why not the old fat guy
THUNDERTHRASHER RAID :electricity: THUNDERTHRASHER RAID :electricity:
THUNDERTHRASHER RAID :electricity: THUNDERTHRASHER RAID :electricity:
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Big woman too good for this world
Get up stupid!
Not fair, it shouldve been me
Get dunked on spammers
Eye guys are crazy overtuned
Did she die??? :brokenheart:


Goldlewis caught sight of one comment in particular from user PyraBestGirl: Nooo, friend Geralt! Even if just video, seeing friend left behind make Tora weep like babypon, meh. Poppi sad too! How could friends do this to Tora and Poppi??? His eyebrows went up as he recognized the names and linguistic style. “Wait, was that Tora? Who in sam hill gave that kid internet access?”

”Wait, so there’s people out there who are actually watching this and think its real?” Midna asked, having assumed this part of it was all an illusion as well

Jr was more confused, and frankly delighted, by the fact that Tora had a wifi connection up in the sky ”Who cares about that, the ship you came here on has internet!?”

Overall, despite the shaky start, things ended pretty well in terms of fear factor and emotional impact. Hopefully their earnings would stack up well against the others
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