Red Arremer
Smash Legend
You could do that with me. :3
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Make Your Move 3.0: It's over, it's done, moving on.
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How come all the cool discussions happen when i`m gone?
Jerks.
I`m working on Sagi from Baten Kaitos right now, and its looking okay. Maybe after i do Sagi, i`ll do Haar from Fire Emblem or some nickolodian character that will piss mendez off.
Jerks.
I`m working on Sagi from Baten Kaitos right now, and its looking okay. Maybe after i do Sagi, i`ll do Haar from Fire Emblem or some nickolodian character that will piss mendez off.
Iron Thorn
Smash Lord
...Angry beavers!
DO THEM.
DO THEM.
Chris Lionheart
Smash Champion
Chapter 3: Gotta Catch Them All
Part 1- "I'M NOT ASH!!!"
When we last left off on The Poke'mon Trainer's journey, he was being chased by a bunch of screaming fans. They didn't even give him the time to explain that he wasn't Ash Ketchum. Fortunately for him, his Charizard could fly.
Ash Poke'mon Trainer went to sleep during flight and when he woke up he found himself near a cave. He enters, knowing that his Poke'mon will defend him from any danger.
Little did he know that an intelligence greater than his own was in that cave.
Part 2- The Big Shots
Team Big Shots were on their newest mission, to find the famous Mew. When Mewtwo joined Tabuu's alliance, he received his payment soon after. Mewtwo and Ashencroft stormed the Poke'mon Kingdom and forced Mew to retreat, leaving only Mewtwo to rule. His rain of terror would come soon. His next goal was to wipe the slate of humanity clean.
Mew managed to get away with his life and took shelter in a cave in the forest region. Fortunately, Stalin, the world's most intelligent Poke'mon discovered this quickly, and took his teammates, Anguirus and the Undertaker on their most important mission ever. If they fail, then all humans and Poke'mon will be at the mercy of Mewtwo.
When the Poke'mon Trainer and Team Big Shots meet, the trainer's only intention is to catch these impressive Poke'mon. Team Big Shots has no intention of allowing themselves to be treated like pets.
Useable Characters- Team Big Shots
Opponents-Ash Ketchum The Poke'mon Trainer.
Objective- 3 stock (Poke'mon Elimination) match
When Team Big Shots wins the match, The Poke'mon Trainer cowers in fear. To his astonishment, Stalin starts speaking.
"Hey, you...."
"What? Are you talking to me?" The PT asked.
"No... I'm talking to the other geek that was trying to turn us into common household pets."
"How can you speak?" PT asked. "Poke'mon can't talk."
"We're Team Big Shots. Our IQ is much higher than yours. We don't wish to waste time quarreling with you, we've got more important matters to attend to," said Stalin.
"Allow me to help," replied the PT.
Part 3- Mew
Team Big Shots and the PT find Mew in the center of the dungeon. When Mew sees the human trainer, he acts on instinct and attacks the PT's poke'mon.
Useable Characters- Mew
Opponent- The Poke'mon Trainer
Objective- 1 stock match
After the match the cutscene resumes, showing Mew's great power. He knocks all of The PT's Poke'mon away with a single physcic blast.
Team Big Shots then speaks with Mew in Poke'mon language. When Mew is told what happened after he was driven out, he loses all fear and decides to join the team and pay Mewtwo a little visit.
Part 4- Pikachu and Jigglypuff
When the group leaves the cave, they journey through the forest and find a Pikachu fighting with a Jigglypuff.
Useable Characters- Pikachu/Jigglypuff
Opponent- Jigglypuff/Pikachu
Objectives- Stamina Match
When the fight is over, The PT attempts to capture both Poke'mon but Stalin stops them.
"Don't even think about it, human," Stalin said, "We will talk with them instead."
After another conversation in Poke'mon language, Pikachu and Jigglypuff join the Poke'mon Trainers group.
Through his intelligence, it was only natural that Stalin would be appointed the leader of this group. They all knew that if they were to defeat Mew, they would need the help of another legendary Poke'mon. Mew and Mewtwo have equal power, so one can never overthrow the other alone. Mew would need the help of another ancient poke'mon, Lucario.
The dialogue wasn't really great for this chapter but its to be expected of a Poke'mon Chapter.
Part 1- "I'M NOT ASH!!!"
When we last left off on The Poke'mon Trainer's journey, he was being chased by a bunch of screaming fans. They didn't even give him the time to explain that he wasn't Ash Ketchum. Fortunately for him, his Charizard could fly.
Little did he know that an intelligence greater than his own was in that cave.
Part 2- The Big Shots
Team Big Shots were on their newest mission, to find the famous Mew. When Mewtwo joined Tabuu's alliance, he received his payment soon after. Mewtwo and Ashencroft stormed the Poke'mon Kingdom and forced Mew to retreat, leaving only Mewtwo to rule. His rain of terror would come soon. His next goal was to wipe the slate of humanity clean.
Mew managed to get away with his life and took shelter in a cave in the forest region. Fortunately, Stalin, the world's most intelligent Poke'mon discovered this quickly, and took his teammates, Anguirus and the Undertaker on their most important mission ever. If they fail, then all humans and Poke'mon will be at the mercy of Mewtwo.
When the Poke'mon Trainer and Team Big Shots meet, the trainer's only intention is to catch these impressive Poke'mon. Team Big Shots has no intention of allowing themselves to be treated like pets.
Useable Characters- Team Big Shots
Opponents-
Objective- 3 stock (Poke'mon Elimination) match
When Team Big Shots wins the match, The Poke'mon Trainer cowers in fear. To his astonishment, Stalin starts speaking.
"Hey, you...."
"What? Are you talking to me?" The PT asked.
"No... I'm talking to the other geek that was trying to turn us into common household pets."
"How can you speak?" PT asked. "Poke'mon can't talk."
"We're Team Big Shots. Our IQ is much higher than yours. We don't wish to waste time quarreling with you, we've got more important matters to attend to," said Stalin.
"Allow me to help," replied the PT.
Part 3- Mew
Team Big Shots and the PT find Mew in the center of the dungeon. When Mew sees the human trainer, he acts on instinct and attacks the PT's poke'mon.
Useable Characters- Mew
Opponent- The Poke'mon Trainer
Objective- 1 stock match
After the match the cutscene resumes, showing Mew's great power. He knocks all of The PT's Poke'mon away with a single physcic blast.
Team Big Shots then speaks with Mew in Poke'mon language. When Mew is told what happened after he was driven out, he loses all fear and decides to join the team and pay Mewtwo a little visit.
Part 4- Pikachu and Jigglypuff
When the group leaves the cave, they journey through the forest and find a Pikachu fighting with a Jigglypuff.
Useable Characters- Pikachu/Jigglypuff
Opponent- Jigglypuff/Pikachu
Objectives- Stamina Match
When the fight is over, The PT attempts to capture both Poke'mon but Stalin stops them.
"Don't even think about it, human," Stalin said, "We will talk with them instead."
After another conversation in Poke'mon language, Pikachu and Jigglypuff join the Poke'mon Trainers group.
Through his intelligence, it was only natural that Stalin would be appointed the leader of this group. They all knew that if they were to defeat Mew, they would need the help of another legendary Poke'mon. Mew and Mewtwo have equal power, so one can never overthrow the other alone. Mew would need the help of another ancient poke'mon, Lucario.
The dialogue wasn't really great for this chapter but its to be expected of a Poke'mon Chapter.
KingK.Rool
Smash Lord
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Hooray for living in Canada! Ah, Canada, where nobody even knows who their prime minister is.
Chris Lionheart
Smash Champion
Haha... I was going to make a moveset for Haar in MYM 4.0.
Ah well, if you really want to do that, then I'll pick Cormag instead.
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I lol`d at Pokemon Trainers role. (Ash Ketchum =P) It looks great so far.
Iron Thorn
Smash Lord
Part 1 made me lol. Looking great (and Froslass might be an interesting addition, since we're rockin' the pokeymans right now.
LUVTOY77-ROGUE WIREFRAME
Smash Champion
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That makes sense and is enough of an explanation for me, so I'm convinced--and it was a good chapter.
Chris Lionheart
Smash Champion
Fixed for great justice!
Smasherk808
Smash Journeyman
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If you need anymore pokemon you can put in Medicham! just putting that out there...
The_Great_Panda
Smash Apprentice
I read something that mentioned the dojo...Everytime I go there there's only 3 people there and there's only a breif description as to what they even are>.> Do I have the wrong link, or is it just not finished?
Red Arremer
Smash Legend
Just guess GCM wasn't really able to work on the page.
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I am going to make this short but sweet: Make Your Move counts revolting undesirables as its friends. Unfortunately for it, these are hired friends, false friends, friends incapable of realizing for a moment that Make Your Move insists that it has no choice but to prepare the ground for an ever-more vicious and brutal campaign of terror. Its reasoning is that every word that leaves its mouth is teeming with useful information. Yes, I realize that that argument makes no sense, but Make Your Move's criticisms of my letters have never successfully disproved a single fact I ever presented. Instead, its criticisms are based solely on its emotions and gut reactions. Well, I refuse to get caught up in Make Your Move's "I think … I believe … I feel" game. The key point of the following exposition is that there's something fishy about Make Your Move's doctrines. I think it's up to something, something larcenous and perhaps even maladroit.
Make Your Move thinks that things have never been better. Of course, thinking so doesn't make it so. There can be no doubt that in order to acknowledge that all of Make Your Move's views about life come straight out of "Teach Yourself Gnosticism in 30 Minutes" we must direct your attention in some detail to the vast and irreparable calamity brought upon us by Make Your Move. And that's just the first step. Remember, if you think that everyone and everything discriminates against it -- including the writing on the bathroom stalls -- then you're suffering from very serious nearsightedness. You're focusing too much on what Make Your Move wants you to see and failing to observe many other things of much greater importance such as that if I want to put myself in harm's way, that should be my prerogative. I don't need it forcing me to.
Even if we accepted Make Your Move's asseverations, so what? Does that mean that it answers to no one? Of course not. As will become apparent in the near future, we can no longer afford to do nothing about Make Your Move's snippy, snotty causeries. Instead, we must strike while the iron is hot and argue about its animadversions.
More often than not, we cannot afford to waste our time, resources, and energy by dwelling upon inequities of the past. Instead, we must brush away the cobwebs of neocolonialism. Doing so would be significantly easier if more people were to understand that Make Your Move insists that newspapers should report only on items it agrees with. Has anyone, at any time, ever been more wrong? This can be answered most easily by stating that Make Your Move will do everything in its power to use rock music, with its savage, tribal, orgiastic beat, to recover the dead past by annihilating the living present. No wonder corruption is endemic to our society; if Make Your Move can overawe and befuddle a sufficient number of prominent individuals then it will become virtually impossible for anyone to maximize our individual potential for effectiveness and success in combatting Make Your Move. What that means, simply put, is that Make Your Move's avaricious communications are in full flower and their poisonous petals of Lysenkoism are blooming all around us.
Nobody wants Make Your Move to usher in the rule of the Antichrist and the apocalyptic end times but Make Your Move insists on doing it anyway. Make Your Move will fail if we unite. To a lesser degree and on a smaller scale, Make Your Move motivates people to join its club by using words like "humanity", "compassion", and "unity". This is a great deception. What Make Your Move really wants to do is exhibit a deep disdain for all people who are not pusillanimous rapscallions. That's why Make Your Move has already begun breaking down our communities. I wish I were joking but I'm not. What's more, if I had to choose between chopping onions and helping Make Your Move supplant national heroes with ill-bred, insipid derelicts, I'd be in the kitchen in an instant. Although both alternatives make me cry, the deciding factor for me is that if natural selection indeed works by removing the weakest and most genetically unfit members of a species then Make Your Move is clearly going to be the first to go. To end this letter, I, not being one of the many clumsy, venal slanderers of this world, would like to make a bet with Make Your Move. I will gladly give Make Your Move a day's salary if it can prove that adversarialism forms the core of any utopian society, as it insists. If Make Your Move is unable to prove that, then its end of the bargain is to step aside while I help others to see through the empty and meaningless statements uttered by it and its helots. So, do we have a bet, Make Your Move?
O hai. Iz bak.
I've been camping with some friends, so I haven't had a chance to work on my movesets. So I'll get to that. I'm still doing The Cheat and Chieftain Tuoli, but I'm dumping Gromit in favor of Freddie Mercury.
Make Your Move thinks that things have never been better. Of course, thinking so doesn't make it so. There can be no doubt that in order to acknowledge that all of Make Your Move's views about life come straight out of "Teach Yourself Gnosticism in 30 Minutes" we must direct your attention in some detail to the vast and irreparable calamity brought upon us by Make Your Move. And that's just the first step. Remember, if you think that everyone and everything discriminates against it -- including the writing on the bathroom stalls -- then you're suffering from very serious nearsightedness. You're focusing too much on what Make Your Move wants you to see and failing to observe many other things of much greater importance such as that if I want to put myself in harm's way, that should be my prerogative. I don't need it forcing me to.
Even if we accepted Make Your Move's asseverations, so what? Does that mean that it answers to no one? Of course not. As will become apparent in the near future, we can no longer afford to do nothing about Make Your Move's snippy, snotty causeries. Instead, we must strike while the iron is hot and argue about its animadversions.
More often than not, we cannot afford to waste our time, resources, and energy by dwelling upon inequities of the past. Instead, we must brush away the cobwebs of neocolonialism. Doing so would be significantly easier if more people were to understand that Make Your Move insists that newspapers should report only on items it agrees with. Has anyone, at any time, ever been more wrong? This can be answered most easily by stating that Make Your Move will do everything in its power to use rock music, with its savage, tribal, orgiastic beat, to recover the dead past by annihilating the living present. No wonder corruption is endemic to our society; if Make Your Move can overawe and befuddle a sufficient number of prominent individuals then it will become virtually impossible for anyone to maximize our individual potential for effectiveness and success in combatting Make Your Move. What that means, simply put, is that Make Your Move's avaricious communications are in full flower and their poisonous petals of Lysenkoism are blooming all around us.
Nobody wants Make Your Move to usher in the rule of the Antichrist and the apocalyptic end times but Make Your Move insists on doing it anyway. Make Your Move will fail if we unite. To a lesser degree and on a smaller scale, Make Your Move motivates people to join its club by using words like "humanity", "compassion", and "unity". This is a great deception. What Make Your Move really wants to do is exhibit a deep disdain for all people who are not pusillanimous rapscallions. That's why Make Your Move has already begun breaking down our communities. I wish I were joking but I'm not. What's more, if I had to choose between chopping onions and helping Make Your Move supplant national heroes with ill-bred, insipid derelicts, I'd be in the kitchen in an instant. Although both alternatives make me cry, the deciding factor for me is that if natural selection indeed works by removing the weakest and most genetically unfit members of a species then Make Your Move is clearly going to be the first to go. To end this letter, I, not being one of the many clumsy, venal slanderers of this world, would like to make a bet with Make Your Move. I will gladly give Make Your Move a day's salary if it can prove that adversarialism forms the core of any utopian society, as it insists. If Make Your Move is unable to prove that, then its end of the bargain is to step aside while I help others to see through the empty and meaningless statements uttered by it and its helots. So, do we have a bet, Make Your Move?
O hai. Iz bak.
I've been camping with some friends, so I haven't had a chance to work on my movesets. So I'll get to that. I'm still doing The Cheat and Chieftain Tuoli, but I'm dumping Gromit in favor of Freddie Mercury.
smashbot226
Smash Master
He must have Bohemian Rhapsody as Final Smash. HE. MUST. NOT. A. REQUEST.I've been camping with some friends, so I haven't had a chance to work on my movesets. So I'll get to that. I'm still doing The Cheat and Chieftain Tuoli, but I'm dumping Gromit in favor of Freddie Mercury.
Secondly, I'm starting another chapter with Baz, Chris Lionheart, & Andy's Toys. They're gonna meet up with some of the villains that escaped from their tower, but WHOOOOO???
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No, his Final Smash is gonna be Fat Bottomed Girls.[/sarcasm]
D
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smashbot226
Smash Master
^To that Mendez comment.
I AM the most awesome dude alive.
Because I complained about GOD.
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n a prior letter, I identified a set of ideological premises as superordinate constructions that maintain the rhetorical context in which God is able to reduce human beings and many other living organisms to engineered products and mere cogs in the social machine. I will now elaborate on three of his most sick premises:
The purpose of life is self-gratification.
Space gods arriving in flying saucers will save humanity from self-destruction.
Honor counts for nothing.
Let's get down to business: Our national media is controlled by unambitious shrewish-types. That's why you probably haven't heard that God is still going around insisting that freedom must be abolished in order for people to be more secure and comfortable. Jeez, I thought I had made it perfectly clear to him that his operatives consider his lamentations a breath of fresh air. I, however, find them more like the fetid odor of Maoism.
God's zealots have learned their scripts well and the rhetoric comes gushing forth with little provocation. Whenever God is blamed for conspiring to create a new fundamentalism based not on religion but on an orthodoxy of obstructionism, he blames his yes-men. Doing so reinforces their passivity and obedience and increases their guilt, shame, terror, and conformity, thereby making them far more willing to help God compose paeans to commercialism. Viewed from all angles, I am not trying to save the world -- I gave up that pursuit a long time ago. But I am trying to get my message about God out to the world. Here's some news for people who are surprised by sunrise: He is secretly saying that I should just hide in a closet. You may be wondering why unctuous backstabbers latch onto his machinations. It's because people of that nature need to have rhetoric and dogma to recite during times of stress in order to cope. That's also why I am tired of hearing or reading that cultural tradition has never contributed a single thing to the advancement of knowledge or understanding. You know that that is simply not true.
Whatever else may be the case, it is certain that we must make a cause célèbre out of exposing God's programs of Gleichschaltung for what they really are. This call to action begins with you. You must be the first to champion the force of goodness against the greed of misinformed hooligans. You must be the one to remind God about the concept of truth in advertising. And you must inform your fellow man that I am truly at a loss for words when God asserts that he is a refined gentleman with the soundest education and morals you can imagine. He can't possibly be serious. I suspect that the real story here is that I do not have the time, in one sitting, to go into the long answer as to why God easily impresses his forces using big words like "counterdemonstration". But the short answer is that I can say one thing about him. He understands better than any of us that psychological impact is paramount -- not facts, not anybody's principles, not right and wrong. I'm not suggesting that we behave likewise. I'm suggesting only that many people are convinced that I don't much care to share the same planet as God. I can't comment on that but I can say that it's high-handed for him to suck up to reprehensible, callous hoodwinkers. Or perhaps I should say, it's gruesome.
Of perhaps even more concern is that God says that he is omnipotent. What balderdash! What impudence! What treachery! Now the surprising news: His expositors, who are legion, remain largely silent when asked about the correlative connecting him to solipsism. The rare times they do deign to comment they invariably skew the issue to prevent people from realizing that God's subalterns are untrustworthy personæ non gratæ (literally!). I put that observation into this letter just to let you see that in these days of political correctness and the changing of how history is taught in schools to fulfill a particular agenda, you might say, "The above statement is entirely suited to God, who here, as elsewhere, does not possess a single creative idea for the future but lives only in the past." Fine, I agree. But God has found a way to avoid compliance with government regulations, circumvent any further litigation, and grant delusional vagabonds the keys to the kingdom -- all by trumping up a phony emergency.
I've said this before, and I'll say it again, but statements like, "There is nothing more tragic than to find a decent, honest person who's been misled by God's barbaric allegations" accurately express the feelings of most of us here. It should come as no shock to anyone that God and his drones are the worst kinds of feebleminded pamphleteers there are. This is not set down in complaint against them, but merely as analysis. The most sobering aspect of his put-downs is that if he is victorious in his quest to push all of us to the brink of insanity, then his crown will be the funeral wreath of humanity. God should stop calling me an immoral varmint. Although I've been called worse things by better people, if God can one day sidetrack us, so we can't examine the warp and woof of God's excuses, then the long descent into night is sure to follow. Over time, his cop-outs have progressed from being merely blathering to being superblathering, hyperblathering, and recently ultrablathering. In fact, I'd say that now they're even megablathering.
By this, I mean that before God once again claims that every word that leaves his mouth is teeming with useful information, he should do some real research rather than simply play a game of bias reinforcement with his grunts. Yes, he may have some superficial charm, but God takes things out of context, twists them around, and then neglects to provide decent referencing so the reader can check up on him. He also ignores all of the evidence that doesn't support (or in many cases directly contradicts) his position. How I pity him if I were to be his judge. I would start by notifying the jury that I have a dream, a mission, a set path that I would like to travel down. Specifically, my goal is to give the needy a helping hand as opposed to an elbow in the face. Of course, his propaganda machine grinds on and on. Let me recap that for you because it really is extraordinarily important: He likes to seem smarter than he really is. It therefore always amuses me whenever God cracks open a thesaurus, aims for intellectualism, misses, and lands squarely in a puddle of stupid frippery.
If my memory serves me correctly, God ought to realize that the most valuable of all talents is that of never using two words when one will do. Unfortunately, he tends to utter so much verbiage about ethnocentrism that I can conclude only that what I have been writing up to this point is not what I initially intended to write in this letter. Instead, I decided it would be far more productive to tell you that God's spin doctors have cooperated closely with purblind, discourteous nutters on several projects. That's the sort of statement that some people suspect is cold-blooded but which I believe is merely a statement of fact. And it's a statement that needs to be made because God likes to posture as a guardian of virtue and manners. However, when it comes right down to it, what he is pushing is both hotheaded and harebrained.
As everyone knows, God should reserve his stereotypes and labels and remember to treat others with a bit more respect and equality. What you might not know, however, is that I don't just want to make a point. I don't just want to build a society in which people have a sense of permanence and stability, not chaos and uncertainty. I'm here to give an alternate solution, a better one. I don't just ask rhetorical questions; I have answers. That's why I'm telling you that I've heard him say that the majority of picayunish ****ers are heroes, if not saints. Was that just a slip of the lip, or is God secretly trying to use lethal violence as a source of humor? One might as well ask, "Whatever happened to his sense of humanity?" The answer is quite simple. I already listed several possibilities, but because God lacks the ability to remember beyond the last two seconds of his life I will restate what I said before for his sake: What I just wrote is not based on merely a single experience or anecdote. Rather, it is based upon the wisdom of accumulated years, spanning two continents, and proven by the fact that his spokesmen are quick to point out that because he is hated, persecuted, and repeatedly laughed at, God is the real victim here. The truth is that, if anything, God is a victim of his own success -- a success that enables God to sully a profession that's already held in low esteem.
It probably sounds like I'm being flighty, but I am hurt, furious, and embarrassed. Why am I hurt? Because if God gets his way, we will soon be engulfed in a Dark Age of charlatanism and indescribable horror. That's why I'm telling you that he is extremely cankered. In fact, my handy-dandy Cankered-O-Meter confirms that I realize that the tone of this letter may be making some people feel uneasy. However, even if you're somewhat uncomfortable reading about God's feral threats please don't blame me for them. I'm not the one preventing me from sleeping soundly at night. I'm not the one leading to the destruction of the human race. And I'm not the one increasing society's cycle of hostility and violence. Why am I furious? Because I become truly impatient with people who refuse to recognize the key role that he is playing in the destruction of our civilization. I know you're wondering why I just wrote that. I'll explain shortly, but first, I should state that God's ideas can be subtle. They can be so subtle that many people never realize they're being influenced by them. That's why we must proactively notify humanity that in order to solve the big problems with God we must first understand these problems, and to understand them, we must enable all people to achieve their potential as human beings. And why am I embarrassed? Because I want nothing more -- or less -- than to think outside the box. To that task I have consecrated my life and I invite you to do likewise.
The biggest supporters of God's caustic campaigns are uninformed moochers and disorderly, tactless storytellers. A secondary class of ardent supporters consists of ladies of elastic virtue and cosmopolitan tendencies to whom such things afford a decent excuse for displaying their fascinations at their open windows. No one can claim to know the specific source of God's screeds, but God has recently been going around claiming that the world can be happy only when his den of thieves is given full rein. You really have to tie your brain in knots to be gullible enough to believe that junk. Still, the issue of what to do about God's bestial tracts is far from settled. The letter you just read should be seen as a starting point for dialogue on this controversial issue.
I AM the most awesome dude alive.
Because I complained about GOD.
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n a prior letter, I identified a set of ideological premises as superordinate constructions that maintain the rhetorical context in which God is able to reduce human beings and many other living organisms to engineered products and mere cogs in the social machine. I will now elaborate on three of his most sick premises:
The purpose of life is self-gratification.
Space gods arriving in flying saucers will save humanity from self-destruction.
Honor counts for nothing.
Let's get down to business: Our national media is controlled by unambitious shrewish-types. That's why you probably haven't heard that God is still going around insisting that freedom must be abolished in order for people to be more secure and comfortable. Jeez, I thought I had made it perfectly clear to him that his operatives consider his lamentations a breath of fresh air. I, however, find them more like the fetid odor of Maoism.
God's zealots have learned their scripts well and the rhetoric comes gushing forth with little provocation. Whenever God is blamed for conspiring to create a new fundamentalism based not on religion but on an orthodoxy of obstructionism, he blames his yes-men. Doing so reinforces their passivity and obedience and increases their guilt, shame, terror, and conformity, thereby making them far more willing to help God compose paeans to commercialism. Viewed from all angles, I am not trying to save the world -- I gave up that pursuit a long time ago. But I am trying to get my message about God out to the world. Here's some news for people who are surprised by sunrise: He is secretly saying that I should just hide in a closet. You may be wondering why unctuous backstabbers latch onto his machinations. It's because people of that nature need to have rhetoric and dogma to recite during times of stress in order to cope. That's also why I am tired of hearing or reading that cultural tradition has never contributed a single thing to the advancement of knowledge or understanding. You know that that is simply not true.
Whatever else may be the case, it is certain that we must make a cause célèbre out of exposing God's programs of Gleichschaltung for what they really are. This call to action begins with you. You must be the first to champion the force of goodness against the greed of misinformed hooligans. You must be the one to remind God about the concept of truth in advertising. And you must inform your fellow man that I am truly at a loss for words when God asserts that he is a refined gentleman with the soundest education and morals you can imagine. He can't possibly be serious. I suspect that the real story here is that I do not have the time, in one sitting, to go into the long answer as to why God easily impresses his forces using big words like "counterdemonstration". But the short answer is that I can say one thing about him. He understands better than any of us that psychological impact is paramount -- not facts, not anybody's principles, not right and wrong. I'm not suggesting that we behave likewise. I'm suggesting only that many people are convinced that I don't much care to share the same planet as God. I can't comment on that but I can say that it's high-handed for him to suck up to reprehensible, callous hoodwinkers. Or perhaps I should say, it's gruesome.
Of perhaps even more concern is that God says that he is omnipotent. What balderdash! What impudence! What treachery! Now the surprising news: His expositors, who are legion, remain largely silent when asked about the correlative connecting him to solipsism. The rare times they do deign to comment they invariably skew the issue to prevent people from realizing that God's subalterns are untrustworthy personæ non gratæ (literally!). I put that observation into this letter just to let you see that in these days of political correctness and the changing of how history is taught in schools to fulfill a particular agenda, you might say, "The above statement is entirely suited to God, who here, as elsewhere, does not possess a single creative idea for the future but lives only in the past." Fine, I agree. But God has found a way to avoid compliance with government regulations, circumvent any further litigation, and grant delusional vagabonds the keys to the kingdom -- all by trumping up a phony emergency.
I've said this before, and I'll say it again, but statements like, "There is nothing more tragic than to find a decent, honest person who's been misled by God's barbaric allegations" accurately express the feelings of most of us here. It should come as no shock to anyone that God and his drones are the worst kinds of feebleminded pamphleteers there are. This is not set down in complaint against them, but merely as analysis. The most sobering aspect of his put-downs is that if he is victorious in his quest to push all of us to the brink of insanity, then his crown will be the funeral wreath of humanity. God should stop calling me an immoral varmint. Although I've been called worse things by better people, if God can one day sidetrack us, so we can't examine the warp and woof of God's excuses, then the long descent into night is sure to follow. Over time, his cop-outs have progressed from being merely blathering to being superblathering, hyperblathering, and recently ultrablathering. In fact, I'd say that now they're even megablathering.
By this, I mean that before God once again claims that every word that leaves his mouth is teeming with useful information, he should do some real research rather than simply play a game of bias reinforcement with his grunts. Yes, he may have some superficial charm, but God takes things out of context, twists them around, and then neglects to provide decent referencing so the reader can check up on him. He also ignores all of the evidence that doesn't support (or in many cases directly contradicts) his position. How I pity him if I were to be his judge. I would start by notifying the jury that I have a dream, a mission, a set path that I would like to travel down. Specifically, my goal is to give the needy a helping hand as opposed to an elbow in the face. Of course, his propaganda machine grinds on and on. Let me recap that for you because it really is extraordinarily important: He likes to seem smarter than he really is. It therefore always amuses me whenever God cracks open a thesaurus, aims for intellectualism, misses, and lands squarely in a puddle of stupid frippery.
If my memory serves me correctly, God ought to realize that the most valuable of all talents is that of never using two words when one will do. Unfortunately, he tends to utter so much verbiage about ethnocentrism that I can conclude only that what I have been writing up to this point is not what I initially intended to write in this letter. Instead, I decided it would be far more productive to tell you that God's spin doctors have cooperated closely with purblind, discourteous nutters on several projects. That's the sort of statement that some people suspect is cold-blooded but which I believe is merely a statement of fact. And it's a statement that needs to be made because God likes to posture as a guardian of virtue and manners. However, when it comes right down to it, what he is pushing is both hotheaded and harebrained.
As everyone knows, God should reserve his stereotypes and labels and remember to treat others with a bit more respect and equality. What you might not know, however, is that I don't just want to make a point. I don't just want to build a society in which people have a sense of permanence and stability, not chaos and uncertainty. I'm here to give an alternate solution, a better one. I don't just ask rhetorical questions; I have answers. That's why I'm telling you that I've heard him say that the majority of picayunish ****ers are heroes, if not saints. Was that just a slip of the lip, or is God secretly trying to use lethal violence as a source of humor? One might as well ask, "Whatever happened to his sense of humanity?" The answer is quite simple. I already listed several possibilities, but because God lacks the ability to remember beyond the last two seconds of his life I will restate what I said before for his sake: What I just wrote is not based on merely a single experience or anecdote. Rather, it is based upon the wisdom of accumulated years, spanning two continents, and proven by the fact that his spokesmen are quick to point out that because he is hated, persecuted, and repeatedly laughed at, God is the real victim here. The truth is that, if anything, God is a victim of his own success -- a success that enables God to sully a profession that's already held in low esteem.
It probably sounds like I'm being flighty, but I am hurt, furious, and embarrassed. Why am I hurt? Because if God gets his way, we will soon be engulfed in a Dark Age of charlatanism and indescribable horror. That's why I'm telling you that he is extremely cankered. In fact, my handy-dandy Cankered-O-Meter confirms that I realize that the tone of this letter may be making some people feel uneasy. However, even if you're somewhat uncomfortable reading about God's feral threats please don't blame me for them. I'm not the one preventing me from sleeping soundly at night. I'm not the one leading to the destruction of the human race. And I'm not the one increasing society's cycle of hostility and violence. Why am I furious? Because I become truly impatient with people who refuse to recognize the key role that he is playing in the destruction of our civilization. I know you're wondering why I just wrote that. I'll explain shortly, but first, I should state that God's ideas can be subtle. They can be so subtle that many people never realize they're being influenced by them. That's why we must proactively notify humanity that in order to solve the big problems with God we must first understand these problems, and to understand them, we must enable all people to achieve their potential as human beings. And why am I embarrassed? Because I want nothing more -- or less -- than to think outside the box. To that task I have consecrated my life and I invite you to do likewise.
The biggest supporters of God's caustic campaigns are uninformed moochers and disorderly, tactless storytellers. A secondary class of ardent supporters consists of ladies of elastic virtue and cosmopolitan tendencies to whom such things afford a decent excuse for displaying their fascinations at their open windows. No one can claim to know the specific source of God's screeds, but God has recently been going around claiming that the world can be happy only when his den of thieves is given full rein. You really have to tie your brain in knots to be gullible enough to believe that junk. Still, the issue of what to do about God's bestial tracts is far from settled. The letter you just read should be seen as a starting point for dialogue on this controversial issue.
Collective of Bears
King of Hug Style
Loved Big Shots, Chris. Although next time, you need to make Undertaker do the talking. Crazy Italian gangster ftw.
PDawgy
Smash Journeyman
Yeah, I remember making a moveset for Midna and Wolf Link a long ass time ago.
Here it is (I know the drawings suck, shut up) oh and everything in red text are commentaries....
Here it is (I know the drawings suck, shut up) oh and everything in red text are commentaries....
yup,yup,yup, maybe I will draw and write the rest of the moveset......If I don't get lazyI drew a moveset for Midna and Wolf Link, yay for me!!!! (sorry if the drawings are kind of sucky, I didn't put that much effort
Standard B: Twilight Blast
This one kind of works like Mewtwo's Standard B. Depending how long Midna charges the energy, the more projectiles she will throw.
Neither is your face, so shut up!!!! (wtf?, as you can see I used to had a very ******** sense of humor........and I still do
Down B: Dark Energy Attack
If you've played Twilight Princess then you know what this is, Midna raises her hand and summons a growing circle of crackling Twilight energy which will surround any enemies within range. Once you let go of B, Link will attack any one touching the force field on the ground. It may be strong on the knock back but once wolf link launches at them there is no coming back. If a character is standing on an edge you will fall of the edge.
Up B: Warp
In this move, Midna makes a portal above wolf link and sucks him in. Then another portal appears above and Wolf Link falls out of it. Unlike in Twilight Princess were the animation is slow, in Brawl the animation would be more faster. It works kind of like Zelda's up B... except cooler.
Side B: Wolf Lunge (Wolf ****)(this is probably the best thing I've posted on the SWF)
This move is a mixture of Bowser's and Diddy's side B. Wolf Link would jump onto enemies, and then grab and bite them by pressing B repetitively. On smaller foes wolf Link would pin them down on the ground and start biting them. In Twilight Princess you can do this attack on the Shadow Beasts so this move is canon.
Final Smash: Fused Shadows
(ARG!!! I don't know why my image doesn't show up D:<)
For there Final Smash Midna gets all the Fused Shadows and transforms into that thingy, which I suck at drawing (and that you can't see because Image Shack sucks
Taunt: Howl
He howls....
Taunt: Pee(this is probably the second best thing I've posted on the SWF)
MAIN reason why they need to be in (the next game)
Taunt: Laugh
Midna laughs (yeah that one laugh from the game) as wolf link looks at her and wags his tail
Chris Lionheart
Smash Champion
These long complaint generator walls of text that have nothing to do with MYM are really starting to get old.
Seriously, stop posting them.
Seriously, stop posting them.
D
Deleted member
Guest
It is with extreme disgust that I write this letter and say what will undeniably be considered wrongheaded by some of my peers. Nonetheless, it must be stated that Comdr. Chris Lionheart, Esq. has shown no compunction in committing character assassinations or engaging in full-scale vendettas. If you disagree with my claim that Lionheart has no real regard for other people's rights, privacy, or sanity, then read no further. I could substantiate what I'm saying about sexist, mumpish exponents of Comstockism but I don't feel that that's necessary because we all know what they're like. After I provide you with vital information which he has gone to great lengths to prevent you from discovering, I know that everyone will come to the dismayed conclusion that I stated at the beginning of this discussion: He insists that phallocentrism forms the core of any utopian society. That lie is a transparent and strained effort to keep us from noticing that his most progressive idea is to shame my name. If that sounds progressive to you, you must be facing the wrong way.
One does not have to lead us into an age of shoddiness -- shoddy goods, shoddy services, shoddy morals, and shoddy people -- in order to bring important information about Lionheart's obstreperous traducements into the limelight. It is a rebarbative person who believes otherwise. A small child really couldn't understand that respect for the law is not enhanced by setting the bad example of breaking the law. But any adult can easily grasp that the key to Lionheart's soul is his longing for the effortless, irresponsible, automatic consciousness of an animal. He dreads the necessity, the risk, and the responsibility of rational cognition. As a result, there is no such thing as evil in the abstract. It exists only in the evil deeds of evil people like Lionheart.
Lionheart's pals don't represent an ideology. They don't represent a legitimate political group of people. They're just flat disrespectful. If there is one truth in this world, it's that we've all heard Lionheart yammer and whine about how he's being scapegoated again, the poor dear. He plans to destroy all tradition, all morality, and the entire democratic system. What can you do about that? Start by reading about how Lionheart's tyrannical, ostentatious rantings impact heavily on our security and survival. Become informed about the deceit, lies, and propanganda surrounding his promotion of hooliganism. Tell everyone you know that I don't just want to make a point. I don't just want to criticize the obvious incongruities presented by Lionheart and his trucklers. I'm here to give an alternate solution, a better one. I don't just ask rhetorical questions; I have answers. That's why I'm telling you that Lionheart's particular brand of voyeurism will turn our country into a hateful, lousy cesspool overrun with scum, disease, and crime one day. In view of that, it is not surprising that if we don't soon tell him to stop what he's doing, he will proceed with his perverted musings, considerably emboldened by our lack of resistance. We will have tacitly given him our permission to do so. Although Comdr. Chris Lionheart, Esq. tries to assert his autonomy by attempting to seize control of the power structure, we are here to gain our voice in this world, and whether or not he approves, we will continue to be heard.
Please don't hurt me.
Collective of Bears
King of Hug Style
smashbot226
Smash Master
Get ready, Sir Chris Lionheart III; here comes the truth train! Let me start by stressing that I am not attempting to suppress anyone's opinions, nor do I intend to demean Sir Lionheart personally for his beliefs or worldviews. But I do avouch that I must invite all the people who have been harmed by Sir Lionheart to continue to express and assert their concerns in a constructive and productive fashion. "What's that?", I hear you ask. "Is it true that irrationally held truths may be more harmful than reasoned errors?" Why, yes, it is.
Here, I am merely trying to advance the opinion that if Sir Lionheart had even a shred of intellectual integrity, he'd admit that his true goal is to make a big deal out of nothing. All the statements that his vicegerents make to justify or downplay that goal are only apologetics; they do nothing to embrace diversity. By turning lowlifes loose against us good citizens, Sir Lionheart has erected a monument to mandarinism. Only it does not seem proper to say that such a thing has been "created". "Excreted", "belched", "spewed", and "spat out" are expressions more appropriate to the object here described. You see, we can't stop Sir Lionheart overnight. It takes time, patience and experience to convince the government to clamp down hard on Sir Lionheart's shell games.
Sir Lionheart sees himself as a postmodern equivalent of Marx's proletariat, revolutionizing the world by wresting it from its oppressors (viz., those who weed out people like Sir Lionheart who have deceived, betrayed, and exploited us). He is trying to preach a propaganda of hate. His mission? To fleece people out of their life's savings. Certainly, honest people will admit that Sir Lionheart's ebullitions reek like rotten eggs. Concerned people are not afraid to expand people's understanding of Sir Lionheart's salacious hypnopompic insights. And sensible people know that I can't make heads or tails of Sir Lionheart's deeds. I mean, does he want to subordinate principles of fairness to less admirable criteria or doesn't he? As a parting thought, remember that there is a genuine coldness, a chill, that pervades the land, as people are scared to death by Sir Chris Lionheart III's atrabilious dissertations.
Here, I am merely trying to advance the opinion that if Sir Lionheart had even a shred of intellectual integrity, he'd admit that his true goal is to make a big deal out of nothing. All the statements that his vicegerents make to justify or downplay that goal are only apologetics; they do nothing to embrace diversity. By turning lowlifes loose against us good citizens, Sir Lionheart has erected a monument to mandarinism. Only it does not seem proper to say that such a thing has been "created". "Excreted", "belched", "spewed", and "spat out" are expressions more appropriate to the object here described. You see, we can't stop Sir Lionheart overnight. It takes time, patience and experience to convince the government to clamp down hard on Sir Lionheart's shell games.
Sir Lionheart sees himself as a postmodern equivalent of Marx's proletariat, revolutionizing the world by wresting it from its oppressors (viz., those who weed out people like Sir Lionheart who have deceived, betrayed, and exploited us). He is trying to preach a propaganda of hate. His mission? To fleece people out of their life's savings. Certainly, honest people will admit that Sir Lionheart's ebullitions reek like rotten eggs. Concerned people are not afraid to expand people's understanding of Sir Lionheart's salacious hypnopompic insights. And sensible people know that I can't make heads or tails of Sir Lionheart's deeds. I mean, does he want to subordinate principles of fairness to less admirable criteria or doesn't he? As a parting thought, remember that there is a genuine coldness, a chill, that pervades the land, as people are scared to death by Sir Chris Lionheart III's atrabilious dissertations.
So, I've got homework. Won't be on for a while.
The_Great_Panda
Smash Apprentice
I just noticed a problem in my Genesis moveset, somewhere along the line i typed in the wrong taunt>.>
Taunt 1- Genesis will fully extend his wing upwards and say, “The gift of the goddess…”
What he is supposed to say is, "Cursed degradation..." So yea>.> If anyone caught that it's fixed now =/
Taunt 1- Genesis will fully extend his wing upwards and say, “The gift of the goddess…”
What he is supposed to say is, "Cursed degradation..." So yea>.> If anyone caught that it's fixed now =/
Level 2:
Beyond What You See...
Part 1:
Tumbleweeds are shown blowing around a vast, African-style desert at dawn. Suddenly, clattering and shuffling footsteps are heard. Dry Bones and Grim Reaper are walking in their own unique gait towards the distant jungle, with malicious intentions. Here, you play a two-part desert level as these two deathly minions, fighting environmental enemies, such as poisonous lizards and swooping buzzards. The final door has jungle foliage around it, signifying the end of this section.
BGM: Dry, Dry Desert Trek
Part 2:
The lush jungle canopy is seen, with many colorful, tropical birds, resting against a beautiful sunrise. However, they are soon scared off by sudden, loud snoring. On the forest floor, in a bedding among massive tree roots, are Timon & Pumbaa, fast asleep. Timon is curled up on Pumbaa's large stomach, which is rising and falling. The screen zooms out a bit, as these two continue their slumber, twitching occasionally.
Dry Bones and Grim Reaper arrive at the jungle. Facing each other (Dry Bones spinning his head awkwardly) and nodding, the two enter. A one-part jungle level follows. This jungle is a lot more tropical than the standard DK ones, and has several snapping turtles, porcupines, and tarantulas as enemies.
BGM: West Coast DK Island
The two spooky beings arrive at a clearing, and peer around. They are about to continue their journey, when they hear hysterical laughter coming from the underbrush. As Dry Bones and Grim Reaper turn to investigate, out jumps Shenzi, Bonzai, and Ed, the ravenous hyena henchmen from The Lion King. They lick their lips greedily, and slowly approach Dry Bones and Grim Reaper. These two face each other, nod excitedly, and reach into their shell and robe, respectively. The hyenas pause in curiosity, as Dry Bones and Grim Reaper each pull out one of Eggman's new Dark Cannons. They proceed to aim the cannons at Shenzi and Bonzai, who are about to retreat, but are too late. The hit hyenas shudder for a second, then open their newly bright-red eyes, bowing deeply before these two undead minions. Suddenly, the two hyenas realize the presence of another, and turn to Ed, who is watching in utter shock, his tongue hanging out of his mouth, as always. Shenzi and Bonzai growl, and lunge at their comrade, turning into a pile of snarling, yelping fur for a few seconds. Finally, one hyena bites Ed along his neck. Ed collapses to the ground, then hops up, eyes bright-red, and gives a comical salute to Dry Bones and Grim Reaper, tongue still out.
Grim Reaper chuckles evilly, as Dry Bones spins his head all the way around, gnashing his teeth furiously to communicate to the hyenas their orders. The newly-vampiric Shenzi, Bonzai, and Ed set off in different directions, eager to obey. With just Dry Bones and Grim Reaper alone again, Dry Bones snaps his bony fingers, and out of the trees comes his ride, the Dry Bomber. The two minions hop in and ride off to continue their mission.
Part 3:
The scene cuts back to Timon & Pumbaa, who are still fast asleep. Pumbaa groans and lets out a loud fart, which wake up Timon. Catching a whiff, Timon holds his nose in disgust, then elbows his porcine pal angrily. Pumbaa wakes up, looks around, then sees the angry meerkat and grins apologetically. Suddenly, dozens of vampiric hyenas jump out of the jungle; their infectors Shenzi, Bonzai, and Ed leading the pack. Timon & Pumbaa let out loud screams, jumping out of their bedding area, and fleeing in terror. The hyena pack pursues them, viciously. As Timon & Pumbaa, you play a high-speed level, in which you must flee from the chasing hyenas. The hyenas form a pack at the back of the screen during this chase level, so falling behind means massive damage, as well as an effect like the river of Jungle Japes (being carried rapidly off the side to your death). You have two stocks, and no enemies. Stay ahead, and reach the finish to end this part of the level.
BGM: ...To Die For
Part 4:
Another desert-like area is seen, just outside the jungle. This one is more Australian Outback-style, in contrast to the earlier African Desert area. The screen zooms in on a Dunnie (outhouse) and a flushing sound is heard. The door opens, and Ty Tasmanian steps out, yawning and stretching, ready to begin another day. Suddenly, he hears Timon & Pumbaa's screams coming from the jungle. Pulling out a 'rang, Ty bravely rushes to help.
Back at the chase scene, Pumbaa is stuck under a log, and Timon is backed up against his bottom, as seen here1:28 - 1:39. The hyenas approach slowly, licking their lips. Timon & Pumbaa let out more screams, and the hyenas laugh wickedly. Just as they are about to lunge at their prey, a rang' zooms out of nowhere, hitting Timon in the gut; knocking him into Pumbaa's butt, which frees him from under the root. Jumping in to the rescue, Ty lands next to Timon & Pumbaa, baring his teeth, ready to fight. You get to play as Ty and Timon & Pumbaa in a multi-man fight against 50 hyenas. They have below average HP, and can attack by biting, charging, or scratching. No more than three hyenas can be on the screen at once. Finish them all to see the last cutscene of the level.
BGM: Boss Cass
Several hyenas are shown, knocked out, or with severe bumps and bruises. There are few remaining vampiric hyenas, and Timon & Pumbaa and their savior don't look intimidated at all. However, several reinforcements appear from the bushes. Tired from their previous battle, Ty looks at his new friends, and realize that they would be overwhelmed. Pulling a Lasoorang out of his belt, Ty hooks a branch above them. Pulling himself out of reach of the hyenas, Ty reaches back for Timon & Pumbaa. He barely grabs Pumbaa by the tail, Timon holding onto Pumbaa's tusks for dear life. Ty struggles under their weight, but doesn't give in. He is just about to haul them into the tree to safety, when two shots come from nowhere and hit Timon & Pumbaa. They shudder and fall from Ty's grasp to the ground, where they open bright-red eyes. Dry Bones and Grim Reaper, both wielding their new Dark Cannons are seen off to the side; the Dry Bomber parked a few feet away. Vampiric Timon & Pumbaa pass unharmed through the hyena pack to Dry Bones and Grim Reaper. Pumbaa kisses Dry Bones' feet, as shown here: 2:55 - 3:01, while Timon gives a low bow before Grim Reaper. Then, the two undead beings, and all of the vampiric characters turn to Ty, who watches from his tree in horror. Realizing, he can't stay there forever, Ty throws his Lasoorang over the crowd to hook another tree, then swings over them. Pulling down this handy tool, Ty takes off running. The vampires look to Dry Bones and Grim Reaper for directions, but the two spooks only laugh evilly, so the vampires follow suit. Ty hears them, and grits his teeth as he runs, fueled by a powerful desire to avenge his friends.
So, how is it so far?
Beyond What You See...
Part 1:
Tumbleweeds are shown blowing around a vast, African-style desert at dawn. Suddenly, clattering and shuffling footsteps are heard. Dry Bones and Grim Reaper are walking in their own unique gait towards the distant jungle, with malicious intentions. Here, you play a two-part desert level as these two deathly minions, fighting environmental enemies, such as poisonous lizards and swooping buzzards. The final door has jungle foliage around it, signifying the end of this section.
BGM: Dry, Dry Desert Trek
Part 2:
The lush jungle canopy is seen, with many colorful, tropical birds, resting against a beautiful sunrise. However, they are soon scared off by sudden, loud snoring. On the forest floor, in a bedding among massive tree roots, are Timon & Pumbaa, fast asleep. Timon is curled up on Pumbaa's large stomach, which is rising and falling. The screen zooms out a bit, as these two continue their slumber, twitching occasionally.
Dry Bones and Grim Reaper arrive at the jungle. Facing each other (Dry Bones spinning his head awkwardly) and nodding, the two enter. A one-part jungle level follows. This jungle is a lot more tropical than the standard DK ones, and has several snapping turtles, porcupines, and tarantulas as enemies.
BGM: West Coast DK Island
The two spooky beings arrive at a clearing, and peer around. They are about to continue their journey, when they hear hysterical laughter coming from the underbrush. As Dry Bones and Grim Reaper turn to investigate, out jumps Shenzi, Bonzai, and Ed, the ravenous hyena henchmen from The Lion King. They lick their lips greedily, and slowly approach Dry Bones and Grim Reaper. These two face each other, nod excitedly, and reach into their shell and robe, respectively. The hyenas pause in curiosity, as Dry Bones and Grim Reaper each pull out one of Eggman's new Dark Cannons. They proceed to aim the cannons at Shenzi and Bonzai, who are about to retreat, but are too late. The hit hyenas shudder for a second, then open their newly bright-red eyes, bowing deeply before these two undead minions. Suddenly, the two hyenas realize the presence of another, and turn to Ed, who is watching in utter shock, his tongue hanging out of his mouth, as always. Shenzi and Bonzai growl, and lunge at their comrade, turning into a pile of snarling, yelping fur for a few seconds. Finally, one hyena bites Ed along his neck. Ed collapses to the ground, then hops up, eyes bright-red, and gives a comical salute to Dry Bones and Grim Reaper, tongue still out.
Grim Reaper chuckles evilly, as Dry Bones spins his head all the way around, gnashing his teeth furiously to communicate to the hyenas their orders. The newly-vampiric Shenzi, Bonzai, and Ed set off in different directions, eager to obey. With just Dry Bones and Grim Reaper alone again, Dry Bones snaps his bony fingers, and out of the trees comes his ride, the Dry Bomber. The two minions hop in and ride off to continue their mission.
Part 3:
The scene cuts back to Timon & Pumbaa, who are still fast asleep. Pumbaa groans and lets out a loud fart, which wake up Timon. Catching a whiff, Timon holds his nose in disgust, then elbows his porcine pal angrily. Pumbaa wakes up, looks around, then sees the angry meerkat and grins apologetically. Suddenly, dozens of vampiric hyenas jump out of the jungle; their infectors Shenzi, Bonzai, and Ed leading the pack. Timon & Pumbaa let out loud screams, jumping out of their bedding area, and fleeing in terror. The hyena pack pursues them, viciously. As Timon & Pumbaa, you play a high-speed level, in which you must flee from the chasing hyenas. The hyenas form a pack at the back of the screen during this chase level, so falling behind means massive damage, as well as an effect like the river of Jungle Japes (being carried rapidly off the side to your death). You have two stocks, and no enemies. Stay ahead, and reach the finish to end this part of the level.
BGM: ...To Die For
Part 4:
Another desert-like area is seen, just outside the jungle. This one is more Australian Outback-style, in contrast to the earlier African Desert area. The screen zooms in on a Dunnie (outhouse) and a flushing sound is heard. The door opens, and Ty Tasmanian steps out, yawning and stretching, ready to begin another day. Suddenly, he hears Timon & Pumbaa's screams coming from the jungle. Pulling out a 'rang, Ty bravely rushes to help.
Back at the chase scene, Pumbaa is stuck under a log, and Timon is backed up against his bottom, as seen here1:28 - 1:39. The hyenas approach slowly, licking their lips. Timon & Pumbaa let out more screams, and the hyenas laugh wickedly. Just as they are about to lunge at their prey, a rang' zooms out of nowhere, hitting Timon in the gut; knocking him into Pumbaa's butt, which frees him from under the root. Jumping in to the rescue, Ty lands next to Timon & Pumbaa, baring his teeth, ready to fight. You get to play as Ty and Timon & Pumbaa in a multi-man fight against 50 hyenas. They have below average HP, and can attack by biting, charging, or scratching. No more than three hyenas can be on the screen at once. Finish them all to see the last cutscene of the level.
BGM: Boss Cass
Several hyenas are shown, knocked out, or with severe bumps and bruises. There are few remaining vampiric hyenas, and Timon & Pumbaa and their savior don't look intimidated at all. However, several reinforcements appear from the bushes. Tired from their previous battle, Ty looks at his new friends, and realize that they would be overwhelmed. Pulling a Lasoorang out of his belt, Ty hooks a branch above them. Pulling himself out of reach of the hyenas, Ty reaches back for Timon & Pumbaa. He barely grabs Pumbaa by the tail, Timon holding onto Pumbaa's tusks for dear life. Ty struggles under their weight, but doesn't give in. He is just about to haul them into the tree to safety, when two shots come from nowhere and hit Timon & Pumbaa. They shudder and fall from Ty's grasp to the ground, where they open bright-red eyes. Dry Bones and Grim Reaper, both wielding their new Dark Cannons are seen off to the side; the Dry Bomber parked a few feet away. Vampiric Timon & Pumbaa pass unharmed through the hyena pack to Dry Bones and Grim Reaper. Pumbaa kisses Dry Bones' feet, as shown here: 2:55 - 3:01, while Timon gives a low bow before Grim Reaper. Then, the two undead beings, and all of the vampiric characters turn to Ty, who watches from his tree in horror. Realizing, he can't stay there forever, Ty throws his Lasoorang over the crowd to hook another tree, then swings over them. Pulling down this handy tool, Ty takes off running. The vampires look to Dry Bones and Grim Reaper for directions, but the two spooks only laugh evilly, so the vampires follow suit. Ty hears them, and grits his teeth as he runs, fueled by a powerful desire to avenge his friends.
So, how is it so far?
Chris Lionheart
Smash Champion
Ha! I second this.DENIED.
ChronoPenguin
Smash Champion
Simba Moveset
Standard B: Pride Roar, Roars seriously, hits all around him but mostly infront, first frames sweetspot for 14% rest hit for 6%, if stale hits 9 or 3% >.>
Up Special: Vine Swing, A vine appears and Simba is on it, the vine lasts for 4 seconds, Simba will rock back and forth, if you Press B he will let go of the Vine and carry the momentum, he can climb the Vine with the analog stick, pressing A makes him swipe his paw. Paw swipes do 5% damage, if Simba is still on the vine after 4 seconds, the Vine breaks and Simba goes into a odd fall, if anyone hits him while falling they take 15%.
Side Special: Merecat Throw.
He throws merecats, there damage is about 2% and they have no knockback 30% chance that he will throw Timoon who does 8% and has knockback.
Down Special: Pumba
Pumba appears under Simba and farts, takes less time to charge than Wario but does less damage.
Final Smash: Insert Character is seen on the plains of the Pride lands infront of Pride Rock. Simba appears on Pride Rock and lets out a Mighty Roar.
Animals then Trumpet flailing their whatevers into the air, and *insert* character is tossed upwards. Can hit more than 1 person.
Taunts:
Up Taunt: Howls like a wolf and then says "Wait...."
Side taunt: Says "Hakuna Matata"
Down Special: Timoon and Pumba appear and all 3 start laughing.
Standard B: Pride Roar, Roars seriously, hits all around him but mostly infront, first frames sweetspot for 14% rest hit for 6%, if stale hits 9 or 3% >.>
Up Special: Vine Swing, A vine appears and Simba is on it, the vine lasts for 4 seconds, Simba will rock back and forth, if you Press B he will let go of the Vine and carry the momentum, he can climb the Vine with the analog stick, pressing A makes him swipe his paw. Paw swipes do 5% damage, if Simba is still on the vine after 4 seconds, the Vine breaks and Simba goes into a odd fall, if anyone hits him while falling they take 15%.
Side Special: Merecat Throw.
He throws merecats, there damage is about 2% and they have no knockback 30% chance that he will throw Timoon who does 8% and has knockback.
Down Special: Pumba
Pumba appears under Simba and farts, takes less time to charge than Wario but does less damage.
Final Smash: Insert Character is seen on the plains of the Pride lands infront of Pride Rock. Simba appears on Pride Rock and lets out a Mighty Roar.
Animals then Trumpet flailing their whatevers into the air, and *insert* character is tossed upwards. Can hit more than 1 person.
Taunts:
Up Taunt: Howls like a wolf and then says "Wait...."
Side taunt: Says "Hakuna Matata"
Down Special: Timoon and Pumba appear and all 3 start laughing.
Collective of Bears
King of Hug Style
Second only to Fierce Diety Link.
Hilarious, although it would be nice to see moves other than specials and FS, since Simba is cool and deserving. Maybe I can help? (Lion King is my fav movie of all time)
Iron Thorn
Smash Lord
Ha, nice work on the Dry Bomber and inclusion of the Hyenas.
D
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Guest
I take exception to a few key aspects of Sir Chris Lionheart III's complaints. Let me preface my discussion by quickly reasserting a familiar theme of my previous letters: Chris is on some sort of thesaurus-fueled rampage. Every sentence he writes is filled with needlessly long words like "stereophotogrammetry" and "succinylsulphathiazole". Either Chris is deliberately trying to confuse us or else he's secretly scheming to pervert human instincts by suppressing natural, feral constraints and encouraging abnormal patterns of behavior. I recommend that we build a true community of spirit and purpose based on mutual respect and caring. Of course, this sounds simple, but in reality, the real issue is simple: It is up to each of us to provide a trenchant analysis of Chris's demands.
Perhaps if Chris thought about it, he'd realize that by comparing today to even ten years ago and projecting the course we're on, I'd say we're in for an even more sneaky, ill-bred, and vulgar society, all thanks to Chris's scare tactics. Because he wasn't listening when I said this before, I'm forced to repeat myself: He ignores a breathtaking number of facts, most notably:
Fact: This is neither a document written in anger nor something I am being paid to write.
Fact: His readiness to call me pigheaded has to be the most egregious example imaginable of the pot calling the kettle black.
Fact: In this volatile political moment, we must cautiously guard against the dangers of jaded statism.
In addition, he says that two wrongs make a right. But then he turns around and says that he has the mandate of Heaven to lower this country's moral tone and depreciate its commercial integrity. You know, you can't have it both ways, Chris.
Chris hates people who have huge supplies of the things he lacks. What he lacks the most is common sense, which underlies my point that we must arraign Chris at the tribunal of public opinion. Our children depend on that. Ever since he began his quest to blame those who have no power to change the current direction of events, he has been denying with his lips what he has been doing with his hands. I don't think anyone questions that. But did you know that he is living in cloud-cuckoo-land? Never mind that those of us whose minds are not narcotized still remember Chris's frequent outbreaks of savagery. What's really important is that some people think I'm exaggerating when I say that I indisputably can't live with scurrilous schmoes who rewrite and reword much of humanity's formative works to favor denominationalism. But I'm not exaggerating; if anything, I'm understating the situation. Sir Chris Lionheart III should just face the facts. And that's why I say to you: Have courage. Be honest. And fix our sights on eternity. That's the patriotic thing to do, and that's the right thing to do.
Sorry, but i HAD to do that.
Thanks!
To go along with Simba, I dedicate a stage:
STAGE:
Pride Rock:
Pride Rock:
You fight on the home turf of Simba's pride, which the rock is apparently named after. This is a large stage, slanted downwards to the right. There is a walkoff edge there, but you can fall off the other side. In the backround is the beautiful African Serengeti, with several animals wandering or grazing.
Music:
Circle of Life
He Lives in You
Be Prepared
To Die For...
This Land
King of Pride Rock
Red Arremer
Smash Legend
As long as you guys won't stop posting that crap from that stupid complaint machine, I will stop posting in here... no reviews, no SSE, no movesets, no nothing.
The first couple was funny, but now it's getting seriously annoying.
The first couple was funny, but now it's getting seriously annoying.
Agi
Smash Lord
As much as some people may disagree with the following observations, I stand firmly by them. Although my approach may appear a bit pedantic, by setting some generative point of view against a structural-taxonomical point of view or vice versa, I intend to argue that it's treasonous for Dr Spadefox to make us less united, less moral, less sensitive, less engaged, and more perversely prissy. Or perhaps I should say, it's sappy. Let me close by reminding you that like much conventional wisdom, Dr Spadefox's self-fulfilling prophecies contain too much convention and not enough wisdom.
...Out of my system, and I'm done now. Seriously, this needs to stop.
...Out of my system, and I'm done now. Seriously, this needs to stop.
D
Deleted member
Guest
Yeah i'll stop too. SRRY.
I need to get started on my Sagi moveset anyway.
I need to get started on my Sagi moveset anyway.
Chris Lionheart
Smash Champion
You'll need more than a sorry. *Draws sword*
JK... its all cool as long as no more of those stupid things are posted.
Collective of Bears
King of Hug Style
Hey Chris, when you get the time, could you re-rate Baz? I added damage %s and what-not.
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