He suddenly gets up and the screen shows only his glaring face.
"I DO NOT PLAY GAMES! I AM NOT LIKE MY BUMBLING, IDIOTIC MASTER! I FIGHT FOR PERFECTION, FOR POWER! DON'T THINK YOUR FILTHY WORDS WILL HAVE THE SAME EFFECT ON ME AS THEY'LL HAVE ON HIM!"
He's losing it.
edited 11th Dec '14 10:42:38 AM by DevilPsyco
In the year 202X, all is devastation... Soon, any last shred of hope had by the saintliest optimist shall die and decay.The Revenants began to converge on one another, in order to provide cover for each other and to maximize the volume of ammo thrown into the swarm of Metroids.
F: Damn! Are there no end to these things?!
M: Quit being pessimistic and just shoot!
Any Metroids that get too close to any of the team to shoot down ends up getting cut into pieces by V's masterful swordsmanship, who opted to let the others handle the gunfire as his pulse lasers seem hilariously dinky in comparison.
M: Fuck! My Gatling's dry!
H: Then use the plasma rifle!
M: At this range?! Even at minimum power-
H: You know what these things can do! Better friendly fire than that, get to it!
M relents and fires her plasma rifle at the swarm, the size of the explosions of the plasma bolts large and intense enough to cause harm to not only the nearby metroids, but also her own teammates.
edited 11th Dec '14 10:46:40 AM by questor
Foolish donkey, you would not be able to resist me if I wished your annihilation.Seeing as the Metroids attacked randomly, they were almost all gone now...
"INTERNET!? DO YOU THINK I WASTE MY VALUABLE TIME ON THE INTERNET!? I PUT ALL OF MY TIME IN TRYING TO BECOME PERFECT! AND I'M SO CLOSE! ALL I NEED IS PK LOVE AND I'LL BE UNBEATABLE! AND THANKS TO SOMBRA I'LL HAVE THAT POWER IN NO TIME!"
He puts his hands on his mouth.
"...Y-you tricked me again...again..."
edited 11th Dec '14 10:46:32 AM by DevilPsyco
In the year 202X, all is devastation... Soon, any last shred of hope had by the saintliest optimist shall die and decay.Pseudo Porky twitches a bit.
"Your nonsense makes no sense... y-you're doing this on purpose, aren't you? Do you like it? Do you like confusing me!? DO YOU!?"
Didn't he eat the guy or something?
EDIT: Tell me!
edited 11th Dec '14 10:50:02 AM by DevilPsyco
In the year 202X, all is devastation... Soon, any last shred of hope had by the saintliest optimist shall die and decay."Hey, we're just having a nice, friendly conversation here."
After he finishes a cigar, he pulls out another, lighting and smoking it.
"So, you hear about that guy who crashed a plane into that office? Trying to imitate 9/11. Some people, huh?"
You're not actually having a real conversation. He's just waiting for you to finish so he can say his next thing.
edited 11th Dec '14 10:52:48 AM by PastryPerson
The final Metroids get destroyed. Pseudo Porky looks in shock. Even his chimeric hair looks messed up.
"Y-you... you... you... you... you..."
He glares.
"Filthy... imperfect... fool... y-you dare taunt me? ME!? Pseudo Porky!? The greatest, most perfect chimera ever created!? Y-you dare make fun of ME!? HOW DARE YOU EVEN LOOK IN MY DIRECTION WITH YOUR IMPERFECT EYES!?"
Almost completely nuts... needs just one more push...
EDIT: He was created to be perfect... to face the fact he might never be and that this is purely because of his own mistakes... I think everyone in his shoes would react the same.
edited 11th Dec '14 10:56:40 AM by DevilPsyco
In the year 202X, all is devastation... Soon, any last shred of hope had by the saintliest optimist shall die and decay.Pseudo Porky shakes when he sees that, seeing as the tongue thing was Porky's way of taunting. Almost as if his own master was indirectly taunting him that he would never surpass him...
Suddenly he begins to shake. To an outsider it'd look like glitching.
"GRRAHAHAAH__H_AAHA_HA_H_AH_A_HA_H_AAA_HA_HA_H_AH_H_A_A__HA_H_A_AH__AH_A_H_A_H_A_H_AHAHA_H_AHA_HA_HHA_HA_H_A_HA_HA_H_AHAH_A_HA_A_AH_!!!!!!!"
Aaaaand you broke him.
In the year 202X, all is devastation... Soon, any last shred of hope had by the saintliest optimist shall die and decay.Seeing Porky go nuts, F began to laugh; not his signature roaring, arrogant one but the kind one would make when they hear a funny joke. Soon he is joined by G, H, and R.
V is too stoic to laugh, but he clearly likes what he sees; M however seems to show pity at the Pig-King.
edited 11th Dec '14 11:04:27 AM by questor
Foolish donkey, you would not be able to resist me if I wished your annihilation.Pseudo Porky stops screaming. Tears are rolling down his face. Even the flesh beneath his teeth was bleeding. He stares into the sky.
"Eh...ehheehehheh...", he cries.
"...How? How can someone like you... make me behave... this imperfect? H-how?", he weakly says. If the tv didn't raise the volume of his voice a bit it'd be hard to understand.
"...D-does this make me... imperfect too?"
In the year 202X, all is devastation... Soon, any last shred of hope had by the saintliest optimist shall die and decay.Her matronly instincts kicking in, M tries to get through to Pseudo Porky as she cannot withstand children crying; no matter how evil.
M: It's simple, nobody's perfect. I mean, look at all of us; G's a psycho, F is an arrogant blowhard and don't get me started on H...
The three people/robots she mentioned just glares at her in response. V pinches the bridge of his non-existent nose while R Facepalms.
edited 11th Dec '14 11:09:51 AM by questor
Foolish donkey, you would not be able to resist me if I wished your annihilation."I...I'm... imperfect... N-nobody is... perfect?"
The tv shuts off. Suddenly a door opens in the room. Pseudo Porky walks out with an almost zombie like expression on his face. He had been hiding behind that wall the entire time.
"Imperfect... imperfect... nobody is perfect..."
edited 11th Dec '14 11:10:18 AM by DevilPsyco
In the year 202X, all is devastation... Soon, any last shred of hope had by the saintliest optimist shall die and decay.

"Probably. How about Playstation? You have one of those?"