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Post by Tweaker on Aug 24, 2004 3:08:33 GMT -5
"I'm going up against ipconfig. Specs show he's large, bulky, and has only limited combat training. Ought to be a two-interrupt* situation."
Tweaker checked an informational brochure. "It looks like, for the elemination rounds, only the six outer rings are used, and the announcer stands in the center with the VIPs. Kamui is the only one of us in the first elemination. You'd better get to your ring-- it's number four."
*Tron slang for how long something will take. A two-interrupt situation will take only a couple of nanocycles, while a five-interrupt sitch will take significantly longer, and a 10-interrupt situation will take at least a microcycle.
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Post by Harpo989 on Aug 24, 2004 15:31:57 GMT -5
(OOC: ipconfig. I love it. ) "Looks like according to this, we have to wait until our rounds. we can't join the crowd." I said. "But at least we can watch the feed." then, the blaringly loud voice boomed over the speakers: "ALL APPROPRIATE COMBATANTS MUST TAKE THE ARENA NOW! THE MATCH WILL BEGIN IN ONE MILLICYCLE!" "They really need to work on that program's vocoder."
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Post by Kamui.EXE on Aug 25, 2004 19:29:33 GMT -5
Kamui.EXE made her way tp arena four uncertain of what her competitor was like. She knew is name was "Forca." She only hoped that she survives this one let alone win.
~Kamui.EXE
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Post by Tweaker on Aug 27, 2004 0:02:21 GMT -5
Kamui stepped into her assigned alcove and felt the familiar blurry whizzzzz as she was teleported to her Ring. Her opponent, Forca, did the same 30 meters away on a matching Ring. Right away, Kamui was shocked by Forca's sheer vehemence-- her face twisted into a sneer, she began spewing expletives and trash data the moment her header was fully in place. Smaller and lither than Kamui, her accelerated body locked into an aggressive stance, Forca's circuits glowed dark blue, with occasional flashes of purple and red. It was perfectly obvious that this program was here to steamroll as many others as possible while clawing her way to the top. Their eyes locked. Forca's narrowed. A loud "BING" sounded, the arena light turned from blue to orange, and the forcefield seperating the two concentric rings snapped off. With a scream, Forca dashed to the edge of her ring and leaped into the air, sword high, death in her eyes.
Backstage, watching on a high-bandwidth streaming video file, Tweak winced as Forca began her blistering attack. Glancing at Harpo, he said, "I'm pretty sure the rules said this is not a death match. Right?" "Accidents" can happen, though...
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Post by Kamui.EXE on Aug 27, 2004 19:12:06 GMT -5
"Gyah!" kamui.EXE yelped as she dodged the attack.
It was a narrow dodge but she still made it. She made a leap to Forca's ring. But that safety was short lived as Forca came barrling after her.
How can this be a ring game if I'll that's being done is me being attacked? I've gotta focus! I've gotta find away to win this thing!
~Kamui.EXE
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Post by Tweaker on Aug 27, 2004 19:33:19 GMT -5
Without hesitating for a picocycle, Forca continued her withering assault, raining blow after blow upon Kamui's upraised data-bokuda. Kamui began to sweat as she blocked, blocked, blocked, blocked, looking for any way around the machine-gun torrent of blows from Forca's eScimitar.
And then, there it was. Forca had a lot going for her-- strenght, endurance, agility, not to mention the full support of the ancient combat adage "The best defense is a good offense"-- but, like most programs with her fighting style, she was supremely overconfident. Somewhere in the back of her mind she had cemented the theory that defense wasn't an issue because if her foes stopped blocking her attack for an instant and tried to attack, they'd be instantly vanquished. Up to this point this had been true. But now Forca, with a scream of rage, reared back to drive her weapon through Kamui's skull. Body arched back, weapon raised high, poised to kill, for a billionth of a second, Forca was totally vulnerable. Kamui took it, and kicked Forca solidly in the stomach.
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Post by Kamui.EXE on Aug 27, 2004 19:48:39 GMT -5
"KYAH!" Kamui.EXE yells as she puts a lot of force behind the kick.
This bought Kamui.EXE some time. She estimates with Forca's size, she had a perfect stratagy. Kamui.EXE made a high leap over Forca and latched on to her back.
"Gah! What are you doing you little puddle of GRIDBUG SPIT!?" Forca growls as she tries derspritally tries to reach for Kamui.EXE.
Kamui.EXE was in the one sport Forca couldn't reach. Kamui.EXE grins. She had a strange idea that just might work. She began to tickle Forca. Forca started to giggle.
"St-stop that! I'm TICKLISH!" Forca screams with laughter.
"You kinda seemed like the ticklish type anyways," Kamui.EXE says with a grin.
~Kamui.EXE
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Post by Tweaker on Aug 27, 2004 20:09:16 GMT -5
The crowd's roar increased. "AND WHAT'S THIS?" the announcer crowed in his usual louder-than-necessary manner. "I'VE NEVER SEEN ANYTHING LIKE IT! A TICKLING ATTACK! LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, YOU ARE WITNESSING ARENA HISTORY!" Out of the corner of his eye, Tweak noticed several legal programs searching their rule files, but the words tickle and tickling were found nowhere. Forca was going out of her mind. The flood of rage inside her combined with the surge of uncontrolled energy the tickling caused and she tried to throw Kamui off. Tweak had read articles from the Userworld about people that could perform superhuman strengths when under enormous pressure. This was not true in the digital domain, where a program's properties were controlled by hard logic. So, although Forca thrashed like a bucking bronco, she didn't have the strength to throw Kamui off. Finally the surge of laughter overwhelmed the fountain of rage that had been her power source and flooded it with light. Forca collapsed into a fit of giggles. The judges looked at each other, nodded, and pressed a control; the arena bell went BING and the light switched to green. "KAMUI.EXE: WINNER!!!" Tweak and Harpo cheered. Katrice screamed with glee, bounced up and down, and hugged the program next to her, which happened to be Harpo. "YEAH!! GO KAMUI-CHAN!!!" (OOC: What do you guys think of my rate/speed? Am I moving this story too fast? Kamui, do you mind me "helping" your character with description, events and such? Don't want to seem like I'm taking over, but when you make a post like "Kamui wonders what her opponent is like" I assume you're asking for help.
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Post by Harpo989 on Aug 27, 2004 20:11:02 GMT -5
I was completely estatic when Kamui won. so estatic, I didn't even realize it, but I was hugging Katrice, too. we cheered, then it began to die down a notch as Kamui got up and walk off of the rings. then we realized Katrice and I wwere still in an embrace, so I quickly let go and looked almost embarrasingly at Tweak. it didn't even faze Katrice, though. she ran to meet Kamui.
(OOC: I don't mind. jut remember what sort of battles we will be having. like I'm more concentrated on the ring game itself...)
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Post by Kamui.EXE on Aug 28, 2004 8:31:18 GMT -5
(OOC: I don't mind. I usually type like that when I'm in a hurry. That's when I'm feeling th least creative.)
Kamui.EXE walks in and flops down on the bench as she dumps a bottle of cool energy on her header.
"I didn't think tickling would work too well. I had to come up with something or I'm just fried circuits." Kamui.EXE says.
"But Katrice likes it! Katrice thinks it was funny!" says Katrice.
"I'm just greatful Forca wasn't derezzed. It doesn't matter if that was the game's rules." kamui.EXE says.
~Kamui.EXE
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Post by Harpo989 on Aug 28, 2004 16:25:07 GMT -5
I walked over to Kamui and gave her a pat on the back. "Good work, Kamui. I probably wouldn't have thought of that, myself." Then the over-loud voice came shouting into the arena, announceing the next ring game participants.
(OOC: I don't really care who's next.)
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Post by Kamui.EXE on Aug 28, 2004 16:47:04 GMT -5
"THE NEXT COMPETITORS IN RING FIVE IS TWEAKER VERUS IPCONFIG. TWEAKER, IPCONFIG IN RING FIVE, NOW!" says the voice on the PA.
~Kamui.EXE
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Post by Tweaker on Aug 30, 2004 21:00:57 GMT -5
"THE NEXT COMPETITOR IN RING SIX IS HARPO989 VS. AOLINSTALLER APP. COMPETITORS TO THEIR RINGS, IMMEDIATELY!"
Tweak ran a final systems check, double-checked his armor and weapons, shot off a quick prayer to his User, and stepped into his alcove. There was a slight pause as the system waited for ipconfig, then both competitors were simultaneously teleported to their rings.
His opponent was one of the few programs of the electroverse to have a completely non-humanoid shell. Ipconfig looked like a tank on legs, with hundreds of waving strands sticking out in chunks designed for interfacing with networks. A lengthy snout jammed into his helmet housed his big gun, the Ping Cannon. Tweak balanced lightly on the balls of his feet, drew his sword, and turned up the agility on his suit a little higher.
The light clicked orange, the forcefield snapped off, and both programs took the offensive. Tweaker leaped toward his opponent's ring just as ipconfig fired his Ping Cannon. The blast, which detonated against his ring and derezzed its three inner circles, only threw Tweak higher into the air, but he felt an odd slowing sensation as if the world no longer ran at the same rate he did. The feeling dissipated quickly, however. The Ping Cannon induces lag? Heh! Who ever said lag couldn't be used as a weapon?
Snapping back into sync, Tweak landed behind ipconfig. The network program was very powerful, but also very slow. Against a flitter such as Tweak he stood no chance. Ritips sung through the air and sliced off two clumps of waving threads. ipconfig began to turn, and a third clump threatened to grab Tweak, so he sliced it off just as he was grabbed by the fourth clump. The threads wrapped around his header and began to squeeze, slowly compressing him into a nonexecutable hash. Completely blinded by the threads, he waved Ritips around in an attempt to cut off something important, but the sword only slipped from his grip and CLONGed onto the rings. Fighting panic, Tweak pulled his disc and made a blind throw, based on ipconfig's last seen position. Ipconfig wasn't exactly hard to hit, though, and the disc clanged off the Ping Cannon, momentarily shocking ipconfig enough that he dropped Tweak. Tweak rolled, grabbed his sword, and jumped up on top of the opposing program, avoiding the remaining waving tentacles and crouching on ipconfig's head, his sword in a downward-stabbing position. Ipconfig was at his mercy. BONG! The lights turned green, and Tweaker was declared the winner.
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At that moment, Kamui was being approached by Forca. But this Forca was missing completely the aggressiveness that had characterized her earlier. Instead, she seemed humble, even contrite. "Kamui.exe? I just wanted to say thank you for what you did out there. I've never felt that way before... I don't want to fight, not anymore. I'm sure I can find a useful function somewhere. Maybe I can do for others what you did to me..." Forca gave a girlish smile. "Thank you!" She gave Kamui a quick hug, then vanished into the crowd.
Tweak rezzed into their team's observation platter. "How's Harpo doing?"
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Post by Kamui.EXE on Sept 1, 2004 8:10:51 GMT -5
Kamui.EXE was still supprised by Forca's apperance.
The friendly giant? Hm...
"Oh! Hi, Tweaker. It looks like Harpo's holding his own well enough. They way Harpo's doing kinda makes me feel a little sorry for the other program.... 'kinda' though. Those damn AOL programs....." Kamui.EXE says.
~kamui.EXE
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Post by Harpo989 on Sept 1, 2004 15:21:58 GMT -5
The AOL program jumped at me again. we had switched rings about four times now. I rezzed a ball into my glove and made a swing straight at the program's ring he was standing on. it hit, but he jumped and dodged before it derezzed. he made another leap at me, but I jumped away, giving him a solid whick with my glove along the way. the program stood up, looking very frustrated. rezzed in a ball and slung it straight at him. he dodged, then looked up toward the judges booth. I looked too, but I didn't see anything but the judges and VIPs watching the games. I turned back to the program. he smiled at me, then turned back to my ring. then, surprisingly, he pulled out a rod primitive and grabbed a ring-shaped circuit on the side he was holding. he twisted the ring, and it suddenly expanded, traveling up the rod, transporming it into... a suffusion? what!? the AOL program aimed down and pelted my rings with suffsion blasts. the only ring left on my side now was the second-to-center ring. then, the AOL program put away his suffusion and made a superjump (likely Y-amp) right onto the ring. now we both stood on the single ring, both trying to balance. then, hepulled back out his rod primitive again. this time, he simply twist-and-pulled it into it's two halves. the program gave me another smile.
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