Simulation: Massively Multiplayer
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headed toward an important moon called, Radiolight. Some of the surround-belt telecast announcers, (♪He’s headed toward Radiolight! ♪) (♪It’s going to the up above, now, folks!♪) The Hollownauts lost more men and tried to drain more of his life-points, but they were no match. “OH, HELL NO!” yelled Hat, playfully lifting off into the hollow heavens. Azarban was still in the boulder, but he was floating in deep space with Hat and all the other nukes. The dragon looked at the boulder with confusion. The boulder rockets at the dragons head. ♫
LEVEL 15 Deprivation (easy) rules: Starting at the crate with the reverse symbol, hop around, via the crates, in a circle; then go back the other way when you reach the crate with the reverse sign again. You must speed up, if you slow down and not accelerate, you lose, no sliding, no tripping... There’s a fee to enter and whoever wins takes the dough… Good Luck… …
Highlights:
Super Replay: (♪“ABSOLUTELY BREATHTAKING PERFORMANCE BY THE GOOD GAWNDEN THIS WEEK, MULTIPLE SCOURGES AGAIN, IN ADDITION TO THE TOUCHING MELEE BARS WE’VE HAD RECENTLY!”♪)
♫Super Cape sits in one of the Super Amolvian hotel rooms with a few clones watching television with his favorite actress making out on his window. “Who is this all over my woman? She is all over him…” He flips through the channels to stop on the news… “Oh, y’all can’t legalize gay marriage, but there’s a guy wearing a wig on your dollar bill.” He changes the channel again. A reality show is on, (♪"My name is Uguado Mayoula, and I am a poop artist."♪) the guy was snapping photos of the inside of a toilet bowl. “Now, that’s just wrong…” says Cape. Hat senses Cape on the top floor of the building and levitates to his window. He opens the window from the outside and says, “Beep, beep, no superstars detected, be-beep…” Then he closes the window and floats over to the Amolvian princess Palixine’s bedroom window. He saw Rosebush and Honeysuckle sitting in bed with the princess. They were comforting her, but Hat didn’t give a crap, he just saw an opportunity to steal Rosebush’s fans. He followed her surround-belt until one of her cameras got a good view of the window. Then, he hovered by the window and sang a rhythm and blues song just until he got out of view. Then, Rosebush sang to Palixine and Honeysuckle joined, the invisible speakers in their surround belt playing original melody. “Aww!” said Hat, sticking to the window like a spider to peer inside. In the white room God sat and spoke with the rebels and the heroes, “Behold, there’s nothing wrong with womb, womb is a good thing. I still remember when I got some womb,” those who hadn’t heard of Christ didn’t get the joke. “Good woman, good womb.” He said, counseling them. One of Azarban’s partners in crime confronted him, “Ooh, wittle, wou twaitoah! Wou got us bussid!” then he picked up a vase and threw it at Azarban. Azarban possessed it; it transformed into a vase man and started chasing the cupid who threw it. “AAA!” One of Hat’s nightclubs was under investigation for illegal hollowbotics. When Hat arrived, he was in disguise. “Your name, sir.”
“Boogie Smalls, I’m not on the list!”
“Whh?”
“I’m not on the list…” He punched the door guy in the face and ran in. The name of the place was ‘the network’, after one of Luck’s signature moves. Only experienced groove fighters came here. It had a bad reputation for fights breaking out here and there. It had a kitchen where the grand cherub worked as a chef. He looked like a normal Caucasian guy, but he had the ability to manage or overpower the spy cherubs, the handfuls… “See that-there, boy? It take a real man to do that – aah, shhit!” The grand cherub burned himself showing off to the volunteer workers. He tried to grab a little shot glass, but it slid away from him and laughed. Then, it screamed playfully… “OK, everyone who wants cake, out of the kitchen.” The spy-cherubs run out of the kitchen, all but one smart one who says, “This isn’t ovoah.” Holding up a little sword then fleeing. One of the volunteers asked the drunken chef, “What do we do now?”
“Satan says we want to hurt each other, but he’s just a damn liar.”
“Ha-What…?”
“Don’t dive into the deep end, kid. The Holy Spirit directs my steps…If my voice doesn’t comfort you, then do not trust me either.” Those who follow Christ will lighten your burdens and deliver you, for they are his instruments. The grand cherub passes out. When the volunteers leave, he smiles and raises his head. God knows what you like. He knew they wanted to go party. At the bar, there was this gang of groove fighters called ‘Team Incinerator’. Hat storms in, knocks out the leader’s bodyguard, and steps to him. “DO TO MY CLUB, NIGGA?”
“Hat, let us worship you in peace… Besides, you can’t out-party all of us… It’s just for a little while, look on the bright side, when we blow up, we all win…not just you!” The leader plunged a spin attack like a flash of light and actually shot Hat with rifle rounds. Hat quickly slides onto the dance floor. That’s when the by-standers thought they had some live entertainment! All these floating acrobats, break dancing fearlessly, no fear of falling or tripping, as light as they wanted to be. The lights flashed on the groove fighters’ clash and enhanced their chakra. Brutal tactics were in place, the gang used deadly illegal hollowbotics to stop Hat and claim his throne. Everybody in the club starts double clocking. ♫
LEVEL 16 (Deprivation Hard)
Highlights:
Super Replay: (♪“THESE GUYS ARE REALLY PUTTING THEIR BACKS INTO IT!”♪)
♫After the groove fight of the century was over, the sit-down of the century emerged later that night. Ultra Geraldo - an old Italian guy wearing glasses, and a black suit, with a cane. He stood on the dock by the ocean with gun wielding mobsters and errand boys behind him. One of the young errand boys lay in Geraldo’s wheelchair and tooting his harmonica pipes. Geraldo was different from the other ultras and wealthy superstars; he was a gangster. A friend of Geraldo’s son Joey sailed to the dock. “Smiley, what a-took you so long? Let’s a-make a deal…”
“Uh, I got some bad news, Gerralldo. Joey’s out.”
“WHAT? IT’S A HIT, CEASE HIM!” the groan in his voice planted in their heads, Geraldo’s support tore Smiley’s defense-belt in half with their guns. Smiley swam away the direction he arrived. “Tell all of ‘em, they’ll be swimmin’ with the fish.” The gangsters laugh at Geraldo’s joke. Hat visits the white room, just to get on Ezequador’s nerves and ask stupid questions, “Yo, where do trees of life come from..?”
“Aren’t you supposed to be at deprivation or with your wife or something?”
“ Yo, I’m serious, yo…”
“Well, the trees were made for the natives. Some of them may be psychotic, but God still provides.”
“SHARE MY AIR WITH THOSE MOTHERF’’’ERS!” Hat slaps the papers out of Ezequador’s lap. Ezequador re-stacks papers and sets them in his lap. Azarban tackles them and rips them all. “Stop asking to be suspended. You want to know how it feels to be confined, keep it up...” There was a synthetic spy-cherub there; he looked animated. His name was Wrath and he was stage-one like Little-Azarban, so they kinda looked alike. He mischievously hopped onto Ezequador’s throne and struck a pose, “HAHAHAAA…”
“What…in the world? He will make an emptiness fade away. Boy, God will fill all yo’ gaps…”
“WE WIWW SWAY GOD!” he shouted at Ezequador, holding up a tiny dark melee bar. His melee bar went out… Then, he looked at Azarban, bit Ezequador, and departed. Joey and Smiley enter the white room. The doors shut behind them closing off the sound of war. “What ya doin’ Joey, ‘uh?”
“F’’’ outta my face, Hat.” Wrath jumps out of the portal axe to the white room from New Amolvia. He was carrying a lasso and it was drawn out of the portal. “Ezequador, nice day isn’t it?”
“What? You quit…?” alleged Ezequador, holding his hand behind his ear as if to hear clearly. “No, I came to do a deal for a new, uh, arena….Like always…”
“Shit, that ain’t what I been hearin’, everybody say you put a hit out on your own pops…” As they chattered an
d Joey lied on, Wrath and Azarban wrestled. “Hey!” Azarban says, taking critical blows to the face, fighting for his freedom. Wrath got a lasso on him and let him go. “AAAAAA!” The lasso yanked Azarban all the way into the exiles’ base like a huge rubber band. ♫
LEVEL 17 (CTF Deprivation: If you hop onto a crate, you can only move in the direction the corners are facing.)
Highlights:
Super Replay: (♪“GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY, WHAT GUTS AND A VAST DISPLAY OF BRAVERY FROM THE GOOD GAWNDEN TODAY! I MEAN - JUST EXTRAORDINARY!”♪)
(The ‘Mosquitoes’ narrator audio plays) ♫Zybu glided down from the clear night sky and touched down in the Super Amolvian Palace. He hurries to Ruien's throne and puts his ear close to Ruien's mouth. Ruien whispers something to Zybu. Zybu roared and ran out of the palace. "Hey, need a paw?" asked Casual, an animated Bengal tiger wearing a tuxedo, standing upright on his hind paws. "What are you gonna do? - Dance 'em to death!" Zybu says, running with him. "Ha-Ha-Where are you going, ya ol' bastard."
"Inn..."
"You've got innocent eyes..."
"Well, the eyes go to what you want." they look up at Skeeter mun, Hat and Vogues Jamaican son. Zybu winks and Casual waves. There was a monster nest ahead of them.