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Doktor Hordes Short Tales of Woe.; Not really, but the title's catchy.
Topic Started: Dec 22 2009, 12:15 PM (193 Views)
Red Ranger Eater Dec 22 2009, 12:15 PM Post #1
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*Attacks you directly*
 First off: DONT EXPECT SHAKESPEARE! These are just tiny stories I had to do for school.

Second off: CRITICIZE ANYWAY. I love comment, even bad ones :D

Alright, just sit back and relax, get a tub of popcorn if need be as Doktor Horde Presents:

SHORT TALES OF WOE.

The Birth of Nano Man
(Authors Note: The assignment for this one was "Create a hero for a tv series. I just deleted the Tv show part.)

After a molecular experiment gone horribly wrong, Doctor Jack Marshall was exposed to irradiated molecules. While in the hospital, he discovered that he had obtained the power to shrink down to the size of a molecule. When he was released from the hospital he began to research his strange condition. He discovered that the molecules he was exposed to had infected his entire body. He also discovered he could control machines.

He thought that he had no use for his powers, until a few days later, a hostile robotics experiment broke free from its creators and began to rampage in Doctor Marshall’s home city of New York. He knew that he was the only one who could stop it. After arriving on the scene, the rogue experiment had already decimated an entire city block, its anger going unchecked.

Having no time to formulate a plan, and not wanting to come off as a tumbler like many other acrobatic heroes he had seen. Doctor Marshall quickly used his shrinking powers and entered the Robot’s head as it was about to kill a helpless huckster who began to gibber at the sight of the robot. When inside he used his machine control powers to force the experiment to falter and avoid the huckster, its rancor toward Doctor Marshall was now higher than it was toward its creators. Its fury continued to fester as Doctor Marshall led it to the facility it escaped from. When he arrived, he was met by tanks, choppers, and soldiers, all with their weapons pointed straight at the robot, and unknowingly by them, him.

The soft, gossamer tone spoken by Doctor Marshall came out scratchy and harsh through the robot’s primitive vocal chords, but the message remained the same. He was informing them that he was controlling the robot and was leading it to its creators so it could be contained. A group of soldiers led him to the containment area, a large cage comprised of the strongest metals known to man.

Doctor Marshall led the machine into the caged area and promptly deactivated it upon retreating from its body. When he grew to his normal size, the soldiers demanded that he identify himself. After thinking quickly, he came up with the best name he could, “Nano Man.”

When Doctor Marshall asked what the robot was and why it had attacked New York, the machine’s creators stepped up. They told him that it was a prototype defense robot code named the “Mortar Predator,” (A.U. this is where the IWS mortar predator got its name.) it was designed to protect troops on the battlefield from enemy mortar rockets by eating them in a animalistic manner and recycling the material for use by the troops, hence the “predator” part of its code name. Unfortunately, when it was activated it began to malfunction and it broke free and began to ravage the city. Upon returning to the streets of New York after leaving the facility, “Nano Man” was hailed as a hero by the throngs of cheering crowds.





The Magazine and the Book
(A.U. Assignment: Two objects come to life and argue that each is better. It was to show that I knew how to use dialogue effectively)

What happens when a magazine and a book come to life and argue about which one is more interesting to read? Well if you’re too lazy to read the story and expect an answer here, don’t, because I’m not telling.

“I’m more interesting,” said the Magazine, showing off its eye-catching front cover.

“No, I am more interesting,” corrected the Book, as it fluttered its word riddled pages.

The magazine started to become agitated.

“You are old, book, I could tell your story in two pages, without any words,” it boasted.

The book was not impressed, though it knew what the magazine said was true. “That may be, but what fun is it to look at pictures, when you can imagine the story the way you want to?” The book said.

“Look, I have pages full of celebrity gossip and fashion tips,” the magazine said, quickly changing the subject. The book simply shook its spine.

“And what purpose do those things serve? Gossip is a horrible thing, and fashion is unnecessary. where are the stories?” Book asked.

“I have stories,” Magazine said, flipping to the story mentioned on the front cover. Book looked it over and again shook its spine.

“That is nothing more than an account of a celebrity’s past week, they are invading that poor person’s privacy, there is no story, no exciting plot. You are very uninteresting,” Book declared.

Magazine became angry. How dare Book make such a radical declaration against it. Magazine quickly retaliated. “Well, what’s so great about you?” It asked. Book turned around and let Magazine read its story.

“See for yourself.” Magazine read for hours, completely immersed in Book’s story. When it finished, it said. “You are right, Book, you are more interesting than I.” Magazine then became droopy.

“Don’t feel sad, Magazine, it’s just the way of life.”



I have two more involving my G.E.A.R.S Characters. So check back in an hour or so.


Alright people, here is installment two of Doktor Horde's:

SHORT TALES OF WOE! *Now with more robots!

Two Heads are Better than One, even if one of those heads is a moron. Actually, scratch that.
(A.U. These are not the character from RvB, granted they act similar and share the same names)

“Grif…Grif…GRIF!” Sarge raised his arm…

“OW.” Grif awoke, his head now housing a brand new dent. “Quit doing that, Sarge.” Grif inspected the new dent. “Great, a planet could fit in there.” It was a few seconds after that that he discovered something else out of the ordinary, affixed to the right of his head was the head of Simmons. Grif slowly turned his head until he met the gaze of his fellow squad member’s disembodied head.

“I don’t like this any more than you do, but my body is currently being sent out for repairs and I didn’t want to go along, so Sarge put my head on your body…Grif?” All Simmons was receiving from Grif was a blank stare. “Hey Sarge, watch this.” Simmons then began to control Grif’s right arm, Simmons raised the arm…

“OW! WHY YOU…hey, why can’t I control my right arm?” Grif’s began to get worried. “Did someone rip it off?” he stupidly asked.

“Oh, you mean this arm?” Simmons asked, dangling the arm in Grif’s face.

“Yes, that arm, now use it and pry your head off my body. Why don’t you go parasite yourself onto Sarge?” Grif tried to cross his arms, er, arm. He let out a sigh.

Donut arrived shortly and greeted everyone. “Hey guys, I’m…WHOA!” He rushed over to Grif. “Cool, Grif, when did you grow a second head?”

“Donut, it’s me you idiot.”

“Simmons? What happened to your body?” Donut asked. Grif pushed him away as he was getting too close.

“Sarge sent it out for repairs, and stop poking me!” Simmons commanded as donut was prodding his head. Grif again pushed him away.

He then began to formulate a plan, but unfortunately Simmons could see it too. “Don’t even think about it, I’m not spending a week with HIM.”

“Now you know how I feel.” Grif muttered.

“Alright you two, enough chit chat, get back to work.” Sarge barked. Grif shrugged his left shoulder and proceeded down the main hall.

“Hey, where are you going?” Simmons inquired.

“Where do you think, the break room.” Simmons gave a deep sigh

“I need to go man the security systems.” Simmons said, he gained momentary access to Grif’s legs and used them to meander over to the security controls.

“HEY! Stop it, those are my legs, go get your own.”

“I have my own, they are being repaired.”

“Fine, do your stupid security business, I’m going to take a nap.” Shortly after Simmons sat down, he heard the mechanized snoring of his temporary host.

When Grif awoke, he felt rested and awake, he completely forgot about Simmons, until he again found he had no control of his right arm. “HEY, why can’t I contro…oh.” He looked over to Simmons head.

“Grimmons, get over here!” Sarge shouted.

“Grimmons? Its official, Sarge has lost it.” Grif muttered as he approached Sarge. “What is it, sir.”
“Well, it seems old Simmons here will be staying with you for a little longer than expected. The damage to his body will take at least a year to repair.” Grif sank to the floor.

“Well, Sarge, looks like I’m going to take my vacation early. Wake me up in a year.” Shortly after, he activated a yearlong sleep program. Simmons was forced to join him.

“Finally, those two are out of my servos. Now if only I could find a way to get rid of Donut.” Sarge thought for a second. “DONUT!”

“Sir?”
“Go take a vacation, and don’t come back for a year.”

“Yes sir.” Donut left to fulfill his orders.

“Sometimes it’s just too easy.” Sarge then began to whistle a tune to himself.



Siege on Eggman HQ
(A.N: The "drones" spoken of here ARE IWS drones. and Yes, the "mad scientist" in question is Eggman. And the "chip" is, well, go check my TIH rp)

“It was supposed to be simple: break in, get the chip back, and get out. Now we’re surrounded by drones and taking heavy fire. I’d say we pronounce this mission a rousing success.” Was the sarcastic remark made by the robotic being known as Sarge over the scream of intense laser fire. ”This is all your fault, Grif.”

“ME? What did I do?” asked the new recruit, Grif.

“YOU let the drones see us, that’s what.” Sarge informed him.

He was right, their mission was simple, they were assigned to siege a secret lab on a remote island off Japan, in order to secure an experimental chip that was stolen from their creators, by an evil scientist. The chip was designed to allow the recipient to think and act like a living human, while still making it loyal to its creator. What purpose the scientist had for the chip was unknown. When Sarge and his group arrived, they observed the scenery and found nothing out of the ordinary. No lab, no anything really, but this was a deception, as the lab was cloaked by an invisible field that made it invisible to any sensors.
Grif thought it wise to proceed to search the perimeter for what he called, “The de-cloaking thing.” Grif then received a strike upside his head; Sarge had a tendency of doing this when he was happy.

“If you would have looked closely, you would have seen the ‘de-cloaking thing’ right in front of you.”
Sarge then pointed his gun at a suspiciously glowing rock and blew it to pieces. A third member of the group, Simmons, applauded Sarge’s keen eye.

“Good job sir.”

This earned him a death glare from Grif, or the robot equivalent of a death glare. Once the lab was exposed, the four entered without even knocking and quickly made their way to the chamber that supposedly held the chip. Sarge hastily stopped the group short and gave them sound advice to hide, because rounding the corner was a large group of heavily equipped drones, an accent of red adorned each one.

“Don’t let them see you,” Sarge said softly as he looked over to see if they had passed.
Grif tried to look over too, but ended up toppling over head first. He uttered a soft, “Ow” and the drones quickly turned their attention on the group.

*end flashback*

“Man Grif, you should be feeling pretty stupid right about now, huh?” Donut, the fourth member asked in a jolly tone over the laser fire.

“Shut up.”



The Ballad of "Rusty Arms" McGee.
(A.N.: Eh, I got nothin.)

Sirens blaring, the sound of laser gun fire, maniacal laughter: Just another day in New York. The year is 2050, a time when a car that can’t travel to Jupiter is considered strange. It is also a time where robots have melded into all aspects of society, including crime. The sounds described previously are an example of robots in society.
“Rusty arms” McGee, named for his rusty arms, has just raided a high end jewelry store with his cohort, Johnny “Treads,” named for the large treads that act as his legs. No later did they exit the building then did they hear a familiar siren, McGee boarded his mechanical accomplice and tried to outrun the cop behind the controls. Sgt. Rodriguez, known as “Bionic eye” to most, was hot on their tails. McGee pulled out a laser pistol, and from his post on top of Johnny, he released a couple shots at the car. Rodriguez narrowly avoided them; McGee was in no mood to play cops and robbers, so he ordered Johnny to take him out.
Johnny rotated his body a full 180 degrees so he was facing Rodriguez. His chest armor opened to reveal a menacing tank barrel; Rodriguez knew he had no way of avoiding if he attacked. McGee gave the order to fire, laughing maniacally, but before Johnny attacked, he hit a bump in the road. This caused his attack to miss entirely. Rodriguez saw an opportunity and took it. Using his own laser pistol to shoot Johnny’s treads, he succeeded in blasting the right treads off, causing Johnny to lose control and crash into a nearby building.
Rodriguez cuffed the two criminals and handed them off to the jailers. The two were placed in maximum security prison, but vowed they wouldn’t be held forever.


Edited by Red Ranger Eater, Dec 22 2009, 05:47 PM.
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