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Heh, I'm not that impressive like most people, I never really been in many scenarios where I force myself to stay up. Even gaming, for me, I have to take a break from it otherwise I know I'll *kill* the game for me (there are some exceptions to that though, the most notable I can think of being Fallout)

34 hours, on one faithful night where my dad had a piece of steak lodged in his throat (it didn't choke him, but caused discomfort and he couldn't swallow anything.). For whatever is beyond me, arriving at our local hospital revealed that they had no specialists that could perform a throat surgery/stretching of that nature properly because they were on vacation or some piss poor excuse along that. After reasoning in my head that if you were to choke up on something in my small little town you were essential good as dead apparently, we stayed in my local hospital for what seemed like bloody ages before we was released and began to make our long five-hour trek to the closest town that had a specialist readily available (we choose not to take an ambulance due to the absurd cost of the fee and the lack of severity of my father's predicament). After all the processing, surgery, and the five-hour trip back home, I came to one conclusion at the end of it all.

My hospital sucks.
[Neo Metal Sonic, Above Pacific Ocean, Late Morning]

"Hehehe...flee fleshbags, my work is far beyond even your most advanced comprehensions" Metal Sonic's amused voice apathetically chuckled outwards, even through all of his programming and coding somehow managing to formulate emotion. Unlike the models of Metal Sonic before, Neo was self-programming, self-coding, and self-evolving every passing day. He was, after all, Robotnik's finest and grandest accomplish besides his notorious yet decimated Death Egg. Keeping his heavy suppressing fire on the vibrantly-colored, seemingly teleporting beings, the robot caught glimpse of yet another figure growing close to the aura of chaos and violence that the robotic outlaw was emitting.

"These mortals are but a waste of my time, I cannot be distracted by their petite distractions." the ignorant, clearly prideful being remarked, his arm folding the machine gun as Neo Metal Sonic swiftly turned around. Hearing the screeching, hissing sound of compressed steam flowing freely outwards, the obnoxiously loud yet efficient engines of his jetpack violently roared outwards, the metallic robot mad for power beginning to flee the scene once again and make his way closer to Japan. In the back of his manufactured mind, he knew that he wasn't going to get out of this battle too easily.
[Neo Metal Sonic, High above presumably Pacific Ocean, Late Morning]

Every devastating blow connected against the unaware robotic traveler, the fury of these attacks producing a slight aura of smoke and air around the notorious outlaw and anarchist. For what seemed like hours, smoke floated ominously around Metal Sonic, only his glowing, crimson eyes serving as a reminder of his presence in such a dense, violent miasma that surrounded him. Emerging from the smoke, to the surprise of the two vibrantly-colored balls of adorableness and flesh, the self-proclaimed "Lord of Machines" was mostly unscathed from the series of attacks. Which, considering his lightweight yet extremely durable and thick titanium-alloyed armor, was to be partially expected.

"Hahahaha, I must admit, your abilities are admirable for such fleshy beings. However, I sense that you will soon regret your reckless decisions." Metal Sonic's mechanical voice of apathy resonated eerily outwards, the rattling sound of his left arm being raised as metals of all kinds shifted and rearranged themselves within the artificial limb..His cold, lifeless, dead eyes kept focused on his newly-acquired enemies, the symphony of machinery ending as an obnoxiously loud cocking sound echoed as a deep chuckle filled his nonexistent lungs.

"Amuse me, inferior creatures, have you ever experienced a storm of bullets?" Metal Sonic's sadistic humor filled the air, as the unrelenting fury of gunfire erupted from where Metal Sonic's left hand and arm originally was, having rearranged itself to form that of a highly technological, heavily-powered machine gun.
"My scanning indicates that logically judging from my voyages that there surely must be a second Chaos Emerald in this area. If Eggman or even Sonic can't find even more than one of those damned crystals, then surely have two should give me a much higher-" Metal Sonic repeated to himself aloud, blinking blankly for a brief moment as the entirety of his vision returned as documents and other computing files were snugly put aside for later examination. Sensing a clear presence speeding behind him, the anthropomorphic robot had begun to ignore it, shrugging it off as nothing more than a slow, incompetent pilot trying to chase after the almost supersonic, steel hedgehog. Shocked as his receptors and other data retrievers picked up movement that was actually gaining distance, Neo Metal Sonic swiftly turned around as his dark grey cape was violently fluttering in the uneasy breezes of the Pacific Ocean.

The sight was, from the robot's standpoint, almost laughable. From all of the strange and diverse organic lifeforms he had seen since The Great Merge, these were surely on his list for being up there if you will. Part of him saw no desire to even attempt to attack them, one of the reasons being their frail, plushy nature and the mere fact their anatomy strikes them as being almost practically boneless. Intently examining them as one of them spoke out for directions, a uneasy huff rebutted back, oddly audible through the roaring engine on the terrorist's back.

"A wise person knows the direction simply by looking at the position of sun. Besides, you look like nothing more than a mass of fat and blood. I will not waste my time with petite inferiors." Metal Sonic grudgingly explained, paying his visitors with both taunts and spite. It was clear he was not the most friendliest of robots, but from Metal Sonic's twisted, demented viewpoint, all of his work was for the better of everything with a conscious on this torn planet.
I posted! Hope that didn't interfere with anybody or anything, I tried to give my character some distance but opportunities to interact with anyone if they choose to do so. Many apologies if I sort of threw something in a bit unprovoked.
[Neo Metal Sonic, High Above Dreamland, Late Morning]

"What an ignorant realm..."

The harsh, apathetic, mechanical voice of the notorious Metal Sonic rang high above in the skies of Dreamland, his voice drowned out by the furious exhalation of fuel from his highly-specialized, built-in jetpack. For years upon years since The Great Merge, Metal Sonic has hastily become a both a notorious outlaw and criminal throughout the majority of the existing worlds. In his seemingly endless, violent, and destructive quest to gather all the Chaos Emeralds or other relics of power, the steel doppelganger of the beloved Sonic the Hedgehog had seen both glorious victories and shameful defeats. Turning around slowly in the air, he watched intently through the lines of code as his red-tinted vision scanned this world for any abnormal sources of raw, uncontrolled energy.

As to be expected, Metal Sonic himself could not find such a source from his highly elevated position. Finding the Chaos Emeralds in one world was hard enough, but now in multiple worlds? No wonder his inferior, organic counterpart eventually stopped fighting the mad genius Dr. Ivan "Eggman" Robotnik shortly after The Great Merge- the Chaos Emeralds had but almost vanished from notable existence, scattered throughout all the worlds. Raising his cold right hand to his chest, a faint cyan glow emitted from within, the only Chaos Emerald that Metal Sonic had been able to truly find in such a scattered mess. Continuing to scout and observe this world intently, the self-proclaimed superior being hastily and professionally made internal documents regarding the biological creatures of this world and any noteworthy landmarks. If needed, Metal Sonic knew that he could target a world and force an almost *hostage situation* for anything that he truly and deeply desires by threatening the inhabitants within said realm.

"I must move west, these scabs of flesh and bone are nothing more than a mere distraction to me." Neo reminded himself at the task at hand, briefly halting the seemingly endless stream of fuel from his jetpack as he began to descend. Abruptly, the jetpack shot back up, shooting Metal Sonic towards a land known as "Japan". Even going at speeds far beyond most modern jets, Metal Sonic knew that the voyage would still take a few delicate minutes. Seeing this as a chance to organize files and documents within his mental storage, the metallic, heartless, spiteful anarchist was resorting to the petite task of simple organization for the mere sake of passing the time.
Huh,

I believe the word for that is a giant load of fandom and lore "clusterfuck".

And i love every second of it! Silliness aside, I'll be working on a post right now.
*Finely adjusts suit and tie*

Hmph, seems I'm a little late to the party.

Quick question before I start posting and whatnot, are relics and any items of important significance apart of this cross-dimensional Earth? For example, considering I'm RPing Metal Sonic, do the Chaos Emeralds exist somewhere? And anything else of great power from other worlds present as well? Just curious in terms of story and plot.
@Mtnto This this this. Sorry if it came off as we we're a little "pushy" and "impatient", spamming silly gifs, videos, and images is a normal part for me in Free OOC for some reason. Tis' alright, take thy time.
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