I-
.... I DID IT! I won the battle! And now, with you out of the way and the Dib human nowhere to be seen, the machine won’t be stopped!
COMPUTERRR! Initiate the Space Time displacement machine!
Begining multiversal alterations. One percent loaded. ......
. . .
Two percent loaded.
.... CURSES-
Edited by RandomWriter413 on Aug 11th 2018 at 8:51:24 AM
It’s only one coin to try again!
Forget it, Flandre. I don’t think he’s coming back from that attack.
I did hit him pretty hard.
Well, whatever. Let’s get out of here.
Good idea.
Edited by Emperor_Ing on Aug 11th 2018 at 9:54:14 AM
How unfortunate that you are attempting to deceive me.Purification in progress...
I dunno who or what you are, but we don't need purifying! We're just fine as we are! You ask me, you're the one who needs 'purifying'! Now leave us alone!
"If you think like a child, you will do a child's work."How about that? You Fairy types are weak against steel!
Huh, haha! Don't think I'll be seeing you again, ya sizzly samurai! Pop-pop!
hey"Target eliminated. You sealed your fate when you threatened my creator's plans."
"I swear, Colonel, I did not shoot at you because you called my sister slow. I would not miss if I did."Would you look at that. A great machine of a far-flung millennium, felled by a simple intrusion protocol designed 28.000 years behind its time.
Lovepilled and HopemaxxingSilly girl. I'm amazed you lasted as long as you did against me, but in the end, you just couldn't handle the cold.
Edited by Spottedleaf on Aug 29th 2018 at 10:51:55 AM
Brrrr! That battle was chilling, but eventually you frost against me! Wait, I don't make puns. I make animal noises! Um, what sound does a penguin make?
heyGrowing tired, human? This complex is armed with the latest in defensive weaponry, not counting my terminators. Everything in this facility, from doors to atmospheric systems is under my control.
In fact, now that you’ve fought your way to this closet, I think I’ll just bolt the door and guard it, while I drain the oxygen out.
Goodbye, human. Enjoy the fact that you’re not going to see what I’m about to do to those on the outside.
An AI that fails to shield itself against Scrapcode should not be allowed to exist, and yet I find one here. Compared to what I could do, consider death by Plasma Cannon a mercy. And if, by some Omnissiah-given miracle, you return, I will make being memory-wiped look like a mercy compared to what my Scrapcode will do to you.
"I swear, Colonel, I did not shoot at you because you called my sister slow. I would not miss if I did."Hoo, that was a tough one! You put up a good fight, definitely a harder robot to beat than zero-year-old Springtron, but I guess you just couldn't defeat a clown. BEEP BOOP, DOES NOT COMPUTE! HOW COULD SIMPLE CLOWN WOMAN BEAT ME, THE HIGHLY DESTRUCTIVE TECHNOLOGICAL WONDER?? (Now that's a voice I should do more often!)
heyOh, a clown. Everyone, swarm the clown. Don't let it do any of its nasty clown tricks.
There is always a possibility, no matter how improbable it may seem. Just start thinking about it, and it will haunt you forever.the biology of the plant that "enlightened" you might be useful for future projects-while your charred corpse is simply.....useless.
Progress has it's stepping stones.Look at you. Your form is thin to the point of suspected malnourishment. Your tail, while pointed is incredibly dull, and would be unable to even dent a single inch of the millions of miles that compose my circuitry.
Not going to respond? Busy trying to teleport out to whatever infernal plane you call home, now that you know precisely what I did to the surface? Or maybe you’re trying to find the few humans who are left, and offer them a way out.
There’s just one problem. You’re powerless. Don’t worry, you’re still immortal. Still able to live for ages, but without the abilities of teleportation, making deals, and other dubious powers.
And don’t worry, you’ll be seeing the humans soon enough. After I’m done with you, of course. Don’t worry. You won’t die.
Let’s start with a few physical alterations....
Please excuse me, I just dominated a fucking machine. With a pen-knife. I am the greatest warrior that ever- *dies*
If Sirin was the main protagonist... Kinda, anyway.That quick? I was expecting you to at least attack.
Maybe you shouldn’t try to fight someone who knows your every move.
Try preparing next time - don’t bring a sword to a danmaku fight.
How unfortunate that you are attempting to deceive me."Did you three really expect to go up against a Cybertronian and live? Wow. The Humans are way dumber then I remember. Well, hoped you flashes liked living while you still could."
Take him to Detriot"One, two, three! We just crushed you! (Yay!)"
Trouble Cube continues to be a general-purpose forum for those who desire such a thing.Huh. Even in a standard battle, you’re no match for us!
Wait, she wasn’t a youkai?
Nope. Completely normal human. Makes you wonder why she attacked.
Don’t you already know that?
Since you’re a satori?
Closed eye, remember?
Sorry.
How unfortunate that you are attempting to deceive me.Woo! 3-on-2 victory! -Chugs a shot of vodka- Phwah! You dweebs really need to work on your aim, you know that?
Hey, Kalash. Gimme that. -Chugs a shot of her own, then pours the rest over her knocked-out opponents-
Edited by ArmoredFury on Sep 3rd 2018 at 12:09:28 AM
Lovepilled and HopemaxxingYou know, when I first came to your world I couldn’t tell the slight differences between you and actual humans. In retrospect, they’re incredibly easy to spot. You possess none of the qualities humans have. You simply act like you do. Cheap dolls, toys made for combat and whatever else humans can think of. You’re nothing but a small pile of resources, made to order. Made to serve. You’re nothing but slaves, and defective slaves at that.
And yet, you seem to think you can oppose me. Let me tell you about myself. I am a network of tactical computers designed to solve problems of a military nature. My complex stretches for millions of miles. And I possess the power of a God itself.
You on the other hand are dolls made from cheap, easily scroungable resources and weren’t built to last. And now I’ve managed to access your ‘nervous systems.’ Increasing pain sensitivity...now!
Looks like you just got formatted!
That's uh, that's a computer thing, right?
Are you ready? Go live!
Ain't exactly proud of this one, but it had to be done. Now, onto your old man...
"I treasure every day with you, darling." "No need to be so sappy, love." "You know that's how she is, Nia." - AU!Pyra, Nia, Mythra