Sonic game idea even darker than Shadow or 06?

Big the Cat reveals he is actually Eggman in a cat suit.

The combined shrieking mental images bring an end to the Sonic world in a way that would make Evangelion jealous, among which includes a dancing troupe of caterpillars made of assorted eyeballs playing Silent Night, while all the Sonic cast rolls on the ground spasming.

Eggman laughs for a while, but then realizes that the world is dead or phallic imagery, and his lone companion is a frog who keeps running away.

"COME BACK HERE, FROGGY."

edited 26th Sep '10 8:23:25 PM by DrPravd

Alright...might as well try to remove the last semblance of dignity this thread had. Turn back now if you value your sanity.

 ^{Oh god please don't click this}

/threadover. May this die.

EDIT: Ah, Virus beat me to crossing the line.

edited 27th Sep '10 2:07:50 AM by Pykrete

No, no... yours is worse. ._____.

...I'm out.

I think my muse just tilted a bottle of antidepressants down its throat. I can hear it croaking out nursery rhymes on the floor.

That's always a good sign I've gotten as much mileage as I can out of this.

edited 26th Sep '10 8:31:28 PM by DrPravd

I loves me some Deconstruction. Here goes.

Eternal Shadow: Sonic's Requiem

Tiles. Cream tiles that stretch out, cold as a corpse on the slab, to four walls. Bare walls that accuse with their austerity. One window, barely a slit, above the toilet where he'd spent the last quarter-hour puking up his sorrow. A shower, a sink, both in which he'd almost let his guilt bleed out. And the mirror and it's blue wretched creature imprisoned within. And rings. So many rings. Silver and gold, encrusted with all the jewels of the earth. He didn't know how he got them. It was all just a blur.

He looked down at the gun in his gloved hand. Or was it paw? The first of many unanswered questions since his death and bestial rebirth in Robotnik's laboratory. Never knew. Never know. The gun was the last of the dark one's gifts, willed to to it's current possessor upon death. The dark one had been nonchalant in his self-destruction, swallowing the barrel and it's fatal contents as casually as one might swallow apple juice. And the being in the room knew why, for the dark one had died many times before, and would die many times afterwards.

But the shadow was done with him, had accomplished all it wanted with it's wretched victim, it's blue twin. The doppelganger had killed them all. Amy, Knuckles, Tails, other names the being never cared to remember. None of that mattered though, because the shadow had slain Robotnik, and now vengeance was forever denied. It was Robotnik...that vile monster...who had made the being...the monster...what he was.

He had been human once, one with a wandering eye. The young and beautiful paramore of the crass and ugly scientist had caught that eye. Many nights they spent together in illicit passion, so many they thought it could last forever. But word got out, as it always does, and Robotnik had not been merciful. His love got off easy, one shot to the temple and a shallow grave. But Robotnik had no such clemency for his rival.

The scientist's revenge was slow. Tortured relentlessly with instruments, defiled physically and mentally, the man had spent untold ages as Robotnik's plaything, a canvas for the foetal art of vivisection. But Robotnik was given to hubris, and after a session left without thoroughly checking the security of the restraints. Once was enough. The vivisect, the non-man, broke his cell and made a bid for escape. Newfound dexterity got him most of the way, but the searching parties of Robotnik's automata left him pinned in the bathroom. And there, in the antiseptic glow of the fluorescent-lit mirror, did the vivisect realise just how fragile flesh was.

No human face, but the elongated snout and black eyes of a rodent. No human body, but the thickened torso and spiny back of a hedgehog. No human skin, but an unnatural blue fur. No human limbs, but boneless tubes of pure tensile strength. And his hands and feet...so thoroughly grotesque and malformed, the non-man could only believe they were either unfinished or designed as a final sadistic punishment by his tormentor.

In that bathroom, horror became sorrow, and sorrow became fury. The newly created beast took it out on the mechanical servants of Robotnik. He had found others like himself, and freed them. They had been his only friends, outcast to normal society that he was now. They had hunted the monster Robotnik down, yet never to succeed. And with every attempt, they had sunk deeper into despair and weariness.

And now, this. No friends. No purpose. Not even a name.

No, not true. He had a name. Back when the strength in his limbs had not deserted him, when the fires of wrath seemed to power him endlessly. His speed became his identity, his name

'Sonic', a dry, cracked voice whispered. His own.

As if sparked by this first act of remembrance, snippets of memory emerged from Sonic's subconscious. Tails, run down by a sedan and shot. Amy, flensed with a switchblade and left hanging from a butcher's hook. Knuckles, struck down from the dark and turned into pulp with a metal baseball bat. Another cast of unrecognisable victims united by the violence of their demises. The work of the dark one. But how could Sonic remember these?

Lucidity. Horrible lucidity. Sonic looked up at the mirror. The dark one looked back at him, just as appalled as Sonic. No. Couldn't be. Had to be. All a delusion. No doppelganger. No twin. All his doing. All his fault. In the mirror, Sonic could see his reflection put the gun halfway to his head, and stop.

No. Not crazy. Not evil. Robotnik's doing. Society's doing. Anyone's fault. But not his. Oh no. He had been made into this. Moulded into this abomination. Forsaken by his former peers. Denounced by his own family. And those 'friends'. They deserved what they got. Oh yeah, all those little betrayals, the small failures that let Robotnik live after every attempt on his life? They were in league with the enemy all along, weren't they? Yes, yes they were. But the dead are honest, aren't they? Yes, yes. And there'd be a lot more honest people, very very soon.

Sonic looked into the mirror. The dark one was there. He was smiling.

—-

So, basically 'Super Happy Sonic Psychological Horror Fun Shiny Murder Simulator Family Time!'

Black Shadow turns out to be alive and having his own Burger chain and Shadow is sent on secret agent mission against him?

...Oh sorry, forgot to make it dark ^^;

^ Easily rectified; the burgers are made of Tails.

Furthermore, Bean is the peking Duck and lard.

edited 27th Sep '10 1:36:14 PM by miru

Sonic CD bad future, except there's no turning back time.

Seriously, the US versions of the bad futures was darker than anything in Shadow the hedgehog. Difference being that it worked.

Why don't we add guns too, Vertigo High.

And the boss theme is in G Major!

Actually, thats not too hard to do if you go back to the old Mobian setting. (I'm in a deconstructive mood.)

• Make it so that the process of creating a robot makes disabling the robot kill the animal inside, make it a case of And I Must Scream.

• Make Robotnik, being the only human on Mobius, seen as some kind of Eldritch Abomination in possession of the technology of a God, or perhaps the survivor of a war between humanity and the evolved sentient animals that leaves him as the last one left and on an insane Roaring Rampage of Revenge.

• Give the characters backstories that would be appropriate to their situation. The characters are kids, basically, and now according to that lot, they're fighting a vengeful blast from the past armed with the technology of the ancients as Mobius's last hope of survival. If that isn't ammunition for angst I don't know what is.
  • Kill off parents. Give them horrific backstories as Child Soldiers and Freak Lab Accidents. Make them the last survivors of their kind. Make them the leaders of their kind due to their kinds leaders being incompetent or evil. Do horrible, unspeakable things to these Funny Animals to justify why the future of Mobius is suddenly in these teenagers hands.

You now have a horde of robots Powered by a Forsaken Child to a man, bearing down on a weakened land that may not be out of the early 20th century (and there's nothing stopping you from rolling that timeline further back) led by a human set on genocide and armed with the best means with which to do it. Opposing him is... a bunch of kids with some serious issues and whatever they can rally together to support. And then you write it so the kids somehow manage to win. And if you play your cards right, even get a Golden Ending where nobody dies and the world is saved. And the last point is important.

If you seriously want to take a cheery setting and throw it into the darkness, make sure there's still a light. Make it possible to Earn Your Happy Ending. Because otherwise its just a miserable tale of two sides torturing one another.

edited 27th Sep '10 2:21:26 PM by GameChainsaw

I can guarantee you, no one will take this seriously.

AHEM.

I find this to be a very cool and interesting idea. I suggest Sega makes an adaptation of A sorceror, A demon, and Emeralds. Hours of Robotnik-raping fun!

edited 27th Sep '10 3:48:02 PM by Glowsquid

I couldn't resist.

Of course the problem with this is that... its not Sonic. Or at least, not to its fanbase. Robotnik isn't a horrific villain out for revenge against Mobians... though he is probably certifiably insane. He's a goofy villain who makes cartoonish robots out of trapped animals who mysteriously pop out fine when the robots are cracked. Sonic isn't some dark Anti-Hero Child Soldier, he's a laid-back drifter who just wants to stop Eggman while having a good time with his friends. Its a kiddy series, which many fans seem to forget. Certainly you can have fun with it... something like what I outlined up there is perfect for Dark Fic writers and connoisseurs who want to mess with a setting by turning it dark. But I wouldn't advise building a full-on game out of it... you can spend your resources more wisely building a game that stays true to the original fanbase or sucking in people who are likely to be drawn to Funny Animals. Which generally doesn't involve throwing them into a grim setting.

On the other hand... someone would probably get a kick out of a grim plot... but you might as well write up another universe and franchise if you're going to take my above post seriously. You could replace all of the above with a completely original story.

On the topic of dark Sonic games, people tend to overlook Sonic The Hedgehog Spinball. Just take a look at the freaking bosses.

I suggest Sega makes an adaptation of A sorceror, A demon, and Emeralds.

That reminds me, why did someone in Horrible/Fanfic think that Sonic raping Robotnik was worth pointing out? I mean, it's bad, but I assume everyone (or most everyone) gets raped by Sonic at some point in the fic, so what's so special about one specific person getting raped?

'Cuz it's Robotnik?

^ Yeah, everyone knows that Robotnik's the biggest Complete Monster this side of Hi- (shot).

Also, -insert shameless piece of story-post whoring fluff here -

edited 28th Sep '10 2:53:26 AM by DarkDecapodian

BUMP

Okay, here's the darkest Sonic story I could think of:

Sonic uses some Chaos Control bullshit to come to our world, goes to a Game Stop and picks up a copy of Sonic 06. He plays it, and kills himself. His friends come to our world looking for him, and find his corpse next to the copy of Sonic 06. They play it. They all die. Also Eggman rapes Metal Sonic at some point.

(Snirk)

Wait, was '06 even that dark?

Yes, kinda. The story was still pretty tedious to deal with, though.

Now, how about that Sonic Colors...

edited 29th Sep '10 2:26:00 PM by Komodin

Sonic develops a drug problem. His friends try to help him, but he keeps pushing them away until they give up. He then O Ds and dies alone where no one will ever find him.

The End.