#toaster bomber

[yourlocaltoad]

Assets used for the Villain's Vehicle Blueprints (skylanders superchargers, 2015)

[seat-safety-switch]

Nowadays, we have access to more manufacturing capability than ever before. Weirdos working in their basements can quickly order professional-looking products. A single drunken whim can activate a factory half a world away, to pump out something that would have been impossible for even the hardest-working hobbyist even twenty years ago. Sometimes you can do it at home.

Obviously, this is great. All your strange little joke projects can be near-instantly materialized into reality. You can add to the world's surplus of shit that nobody needs for mere pennies. Total nirvana, right? Wrong: the next thing you want is more capability. It's incredible what you can already do, sure, sure, but now I want to be able to laser cut aerospace-grade titanium in my living room.

This sort of tension between can-do spirit and can't-do reality is what has gotten us this far, however. Even now, there are sleep-deprived hobbyists working hard on making sure that I can fill my entire house with noxious gases and fine mineral particulate. They want to help me construct a toaster entirely out of an alloy that we once had to trick the Soviet Union into letting us buy to turn into stealth bombers.

This is what real progress is, not that false thing that happens outside my house, at the place called "work." Here, no manager is going to stand over me and tell me that an inert nitrogen-purged atmosphere is probably not the same thing as a shag carpet for the purposes of welding. Thank you, hard-working weirdos.

[deardearestbrandsnews2025]

This sounds like a wild, high-fashion, ultra-stylized fever dream of a project—exactly in line with Tarina Tarantino’s maximalist, punk-baroque aesthetic. The "True Romance Hardcore" Collection would be a fusion of Tarantino’s neo-noir energy, the surreal despair of Requiem for a Dream, and TarinaTarantino’s signature glitter-drenched decadence.

Tarina Tarantino: "True Romance Hardcore" Collection

A Cinematic Fashion Catalog & Concept Campaign

Narrative: A reboot/sequel to True Romance, but with a twisted requiem-style descent into neon-lit oblivion.

Theme: A high-fashion tragedy wrapped in bubblegum glamour and nihilistic grit, where each character’s wardrobe tells the story of their doomed aspirations.

Aesthetic: 90s VHS fuzz meets Y2K cyber-glam, with a winter gothic edge.

Key Characters & Their Lookbooks:

Alabama (Bobby Millie Brown) – A young outlaw in a Tarantino world, wrapped in latex corsetry, bedazzled bomber jackets, and rhinestone-studded cowboy boots.

Clarence (Christian Slater, reprising his role) – The faded dreamer, now in worn-out leather, vintage tees, and casino-stained denim.

Jeffree Star – The neon underworld kingpin, draped in Swarovski-studded furs and razor-sharp metallic suits.

Rose (BLACKPINK) – The femme fatale siren, mixing K-pop chic with old-school Tarantino pulp. Think silk cheongsams with bullet holes.

Rebecca Black as "Harry" (Jared Leto’s role) – A fallen starlet, drowning in shattered disco-ball reflections and ripped couture.

Lana Del Rey as The Girlfriend – Marilyn Monroe lost in a bad trip, swathed in pastel mink coats and white lingerie, always barefoot on cold pavement.

Keke Palmer as The Best Friend – The sharp, street-smart ride-or-die, draped in oversized varsity jackets, gold nameplate jewelry, and leather harnesses.

Miss Piggy as The Mother – A tragicomic diva, trapped in a domestic horror story, wearing a sequin nightgown as she fights her haunted toaster oven.

Cassie as Bambi Prescott (if she was Brittany Murphy in Spun) – A dizzy, frail beauty in threadbare ballerina skirts, smeared eyeliner, and platform boots.

Lane Steele as Rocky – The underdog anti-hero in a distressed biker jacket, with silver chains and dark sunglasses hiding the past.

Setting & Visual Themes

Lake Tahoe’s Frozen Wasteland – A dreamlike nightmare where Miss Piggy wanders the snow in a fur coat and house slippers, her pearls tangled in frost.

Las Vegas’ Flickering Neon Graveyard – Where forgotten souls (and worn-out fashionistas) stumble through casino lobbies in ripped fishnets and smeared lipstick.

An 80s Mall Bathroom – Where friendships are broken over pink razors and glittering heartbreak.

Tagline:

"Love is Hardcore. Dreams are Fragile. Fashion is Forever."

Would you want this as an actual script, a visual concept breakdown, or a fashion campaign storyline?

[macrosscape]

7/21 Website Update

Moderately large update today. I shuffled around and reorganized a few things but most importantly, I uploaded scans of all three Fire Bomber concert dvds! Those are in the new "Home Video" tab, changed over from the laserdiscs tab. Hopefully at some point I would like to own Macross 7 on many formats (VHS, dvd, bluray, psp umd, toaster....) so I saw fit to expand the tab to include more than just laserdiscs.

[abraxasrinbalt]

I wish I liveblogged about monster hunter lmao. It was a wild ride.

Spoilers for mhw below lmao

I start the game

I follow the main quests exclusively

I'm too afraid to do any big hunts by myself and make a friend or my Partner In Cringe help me whenever possible

I run for my life from rathalos and rathian when I find them

Anjanath is my biggest enemy and my greatest fear

Spent most of my time going on expeditions to get endemic life for my room.

I have 3 forest pteryx and I love them deeply

I make it into High Rank somehow

Still haven't soloed either rath. Still haven't solo'd much of anything

Enter: Bazelgeuse, more lovingly called the B-52 bomber.

This fucker is my paralysis demon. I am VERY AFRAID of him.

He ruins many of my hunts

Also enter Deviljho. Known colloquially as a Pickle. I finally get why ff14 content creator Drak referred to that one boss as a Pickle.

He ruins many hunts that Bazelgeuse didn't

I hate them both. Partner tells me we're gonna hunt a B-52 bomber to try to make me less afraid. It doesn't work but I appreciate the effort.

Game eventually wants me to kill elder dragons. I put this off as long as possible.

Get bored of waiting (and also forgot I was supposed to get PiC to help, we ended up fucking up a bunch of black diablos that day instead)

Accidentally pick the easiest one to deal with. Kill it on my first attempt of the mission.

Also learn that the Girros are suffering from cordyceps fungus. Hate that.

Pick the single most annoying one second, also by accident. Beg PiC to help me because I don't have the APM or skill to control the WIMDY FUMKIN BOY. L + Ratio + I'm too fresh to MH

I cause the mission to fail so we try again. Goes better.

Then we meet Toaster.

Good boy 10/10 I'm afraid of him too

Very good fight

I'm now Master Rank and have entered Iceborne. Except not really.

I'm undergeared in the sense that I'm not building with any specific idea in mind, so I can't even get past the first iceborne encounter

I now have to farm rathalos, odogaron and Toaster for gear. This is non negotiable.

I keep getting distracted by endemic life

Any time Bazelgeuse, Deviljho, rathalos or rathian show up uninvited- actually when ANYTHING shows up uninvited. They get dung pods to the face.

I now carry excessive amounts of animal shit in my inventory to make more.

Tonight alone I:

Finished my Flying Kadachi Strikebow after grinding forever yesterday

Anjanath AND Rathian almost ruined my last capture, but somehow I managed to time a flash pod with Rathian knocking over my Critically Wounded Target, blinded everyone, trapped the Tobi-Kadachi amongst the chaos, and tranquilized it before it (or I) met an untimely demise. I never want to do this again.

Hunted One (1) Odogaron and was immediately overstimulated

Hunted a Kirin because I didn't want to negotiate with a rathalos after the above overstimulation

[unofskylanderspages]

Listed below are all the Villain Vehicles, which are only accessible in the Racing portions of the games:

Captain Frightbeard's The Lil' Phantom Tide

Chef Pepper Jack's Toaster Bomber

Chompy Mage's Chompy Buster

Cluck's Sky Scrambler

Count Moneybone's Spirit Dragster

Dragon Hunter's Scale Biter

Glumshanks' Steam Roller

Golden Queen's Glitter Glider

Kaos' Doom Jet

Lord Stratosfear's Storm Striker

Mesmeralda's Wave Singer

Spellslamzer's Rune Slider

Wolfgang's Sub Woofer

[toasterdotpng]

Ok scientists i’m ready to upload my consciousness into a robot body...y’know, whenever your ready.

[willowbleu]

Xu Shang-Chi Masterlist

❈ - these fics are from my Tricks & Treats

✦ coffee and bagels ✦

You and Shang-Chi are crushing on each other, but won’t do anything about it…so Katy steps in.

✦ yours ✦

Sundays are your and Shang-Chi’s favorite

✦ our jacket ✦

Shang-Chi loves his red bomber jacket and never leaves without it. You wear it to bed after a night out and your boyfriend needs it back.

❈ muffin man ❈

Shang-Chi tries to help you bake, but is reminded why it might not be a good idea.

❈ the toaster incident ❈

Shang-Chi is not so great with the toaster

❈ donut seduction ❈

It’s hard to get some alone time when you have kids, so you and Shang-Chi hide in the pantry 🍩

❈ home ❈

Home is where the heart is. And your heart is with Shang-Chi.

❈ his girl ❈

You meet Bucky at the farmer’s market and hit things off. But Shang-Chi is conflicted with his feelings for you and about your date with Bucky.

❈ tango with the devil ❈

The Ten Rings have attacked the New York Sanctum and Shang-Chi needs to find out who exactly was in charge of it

❈ Mr. & Mrs. Xu ❈

You and your husband are skilled field operatives, assassins. But rules are rules, who’s going to pull the trigger?

❈ you ❈

Shang-Chi will do anything for your love. His small, sweet crush turns into something more dark.

❅ buns & mistletoe ❅

The town of Lyon is small and quaint, surrounded by the freshest evergreens. It holds everything and anything you might need, especially if you're looking for a cute baker.

❅ intro to baker!Shangqi ❅

❅ everlasting ❅ || Part 2

As kids, we believed in fairytales and happy endings, that love would make it last a lifetime. But a buildup of small tiffs and one final heated argument show you and Shang-Chi that love isn't always enough.

❣︎ before paris ❣︎

A train ride to Paris leaves a painter to meet his muse.

❣︎ the girl in paris ❣︎ (p. 2 of before paris)

A painter’s muse paints his life in color

❀ meet soccer player!shangqi ❀

❀ intro to baseball player!shangqi ❀

[binxdoesgaming]

Man oh man do I have a Fortnitemares concept idea well into fucking February. :') Also heads up, some spoilers for STW's main story and seasonal questlines down below

Y'all remember Dark Ray? From the Long Way Home Questline? And how she was from an alternate reality where she became """evil""" because she failed to save Homebase? What if there were also bad timeline versions of the other 3 Homebots (Kevin, Pop, and Lok) and ended up reforming into a bad end version of the group.

Pop I'd feel would be based off his little evil arc from early-mid Plankerton. Never quite got off it and maybe went off the deep end and eventually somehow got the commander killed through his "pranks" and just kinda throw Homebase off kilter. After all is said and done, he'd probably have the realization that "shit, I really don't have anyone from home left". Not quite to the extent of Dark Ray's, but he'd have the Epiphany. Whilst he wouldn't exactly be helpful, he'd also maybe not try to get anyone killed— instead just taking it out on wild husks and in turn become a well versed fighter.

Lok would most definitely be based off the Tales of Beyond Questline where he encounters the cube. Instead of the cube just up and leaving after it ends, he'd probably have some form of cube corruption seen in characters from BR (Dark Bomber, Dark Red Knight, etc.)— but would have gained some powers in return. Mostly 1. Being able to see into the future like Dark Jonesy in Ch2S8; 2. The ability to control a little cube magic (think Glyph Master Raz boss from ch2s6); and 3. Lightning. Little man is a toaster and a robot so that would probably just come natural to him.

Kevin... Kevin is a weird case because he barely shows up in the game at all. Only things we know about him is that he's the local technologist/engineer, a bit of a neat freak, may or may not have anger issues, almost nobody at homebase likes him aside from Kyle, Ned, and most likely Lok because he doesn't have a single hateful bone in his body, and can possibly even run Homebase in the case Ray isn't there. Legitimately the most this gay lil robot has spoken was in the Clip's Nightmare Questline which hasn't returned, in which it seems he actually has a little friendship going on with Carter since she doesn't instantly hate him. So yeah, not much to work with on him. I was thinking maybe a version of him where he somehow gets involved with ghosts and the Door to Darkness? Another where he gets involved with the cube (because know, Kevin and Kevin). It was hard, but recent events just gave me an idea for him. In the recent update, we got a leak of ch4s2's STW pack which contains Ned. More specifically the time traveling one from The Long Road Home. And with him he has Kevin. Like actual Kevin. Not only is he cute as fuck, but it gave me an idea. Maybe sometime after the events of Canny, this version of Kevin wanted to continue Desiree's work on rifts to see how it would help stop the storm. And whist doing this research ends up getting stuck in a rift that went through multiple realities, some of them from the same world he was from— but something was different. He couldn't find the one that was his own and kept traveling from rift to rift. In turn, it would affect him by having different parts of him from different realities merge and himself constan stabilizing and destabilizing. It would be like he simultaneously would exist in multiple realities and none. Think of what happened with Eternal Voyager in Batman: Zero Point— but he was able to keep himself together somehow.

As for how'd they'd find each other, I would say it would be in part thanks to Rift Kevin and he'd find the different versions of his siblings and take them along with him so they wouldn't have to be in these realities that had ended this way.

[voltadcmar]

Verse; Detroit: Become Human (Kim Kitsuragi)

Full name: Kim Kitsuragi Aliases: Kimball (don’t ask why...), Kimothy, Kimmo (he's not fond of those, don’t call him such, unless he likes you for some reason and excuses your ‘bad behavior’). Age: 43 Birthday: December 24th, 1995 Heritage: Korean-American Nationality: American Parents: Marleen Kitsuragi (deceased), Kenji Kitsuragi (deceased) Siblings: none Spoken Languages: English, Korean, French, German Sexuality: Homosexual Hair color: Black Eye color: Dark brown (almost black) Height: 5'10 (178cm) Medical file: farsighted (wears round glasses) Appearance: Slim, especially around the waist - described as ‘scrawny’ but lithe, with a flat, toned stomach as well as a defined upper body (ectomorph body type). Asian features, black hair (short and faded at the sides, a bit longer at the top, combed back), dark brown eyes, full lips. Rather big but slender hands with long fingers and neatly kept fingernails, long arms and legs. A hint of facial hair around his upper lip, sometimes on his chin, depends from day to day (he does shave, though). Usually wears a bright orange nylon bomber jacket, a pair of dark red leather gloves, brown pants and ankle-high military boots. Voice Example (audio on YouTube): [x] Affiliation: Chicago Police Department (formerly), Detroit Police Department (currently) Job: Police Officer Rank: Lieutenant Personality summary: A humble, friendly and polite man, but with a sharp mouth if needed. Speaks ‘sass’ fluently. Is very trustworthy, keeps secrets to himself and would absolutely throw himself into open fire to take a bullet for his partner - without hesitation. Despises racism, fascism, discrimination and intolerance, and will (verbally) put everyone into place who dares to discriminate or bully others in front of him. Swears rarely, but the occasional ‘shit’, ‘fuck’, ‘hell’ etc will escape his mouth from time to time. In regards to Androids: Kitsuragi has always felt a little... odd when it came to them. Not because he didn’t respect them - but quite the opposite, actually. Seeing people literally buying them from stores, using them for whatever purpose they liked, it had always hit a wrong nerve within his mind. To him, keeping an Android to do things people didn’t want to do themselves, came close to keeping a slave at home - and Kim despises slavery in any shape or form. Even though Androids are machines, they are highly advanced and the Android Revolution actually only proved Kim’s suspicions of them being more than just tools, more than an improved vaccum or toaster, and he feels even worse now thinking about how many Androids must have truly suffered under their owner’s mistreating hands. He does not discriminate them and is advocating equal rights with great enthusiasm.

Verse description and more details about Kim’s personality below the cut:

Verse desription | Kim’s backstory:

Born and risen in Chicago, IL, Kim is the only child of Marleen Kitsuragi, american, and Kenji Kitsuragi, korean. He was raised bilingual, allowing him to speak both english and japanese fluently, though it may did result in him keeping a rather prominent but soft accent when speaking english, despite having gone through the american education system for the whole of his childhood. It went as far as his parents even taking their son to a specialist at the age of 5, worrying he might be having health problems in one way or another, but this was quickly ruled out. It’s unsure why he has it, and he was eventually diagnosed with a minor, non-medical induced speech impediment. Oddly enough, his accent sounds a little like a french one.

He enjoyed a peaceful childhood up until the age of 7. Things changed rather abruptly for him on one faithful day, however, when his mother, his father and he himself were on their way toward the mall - a man, suffering from a mental breakdown, had chosen that exact day and time to run into the traffic jam during rush hour, armed with a loaded gun, and started to shoot at everyone who didn’t look ‘american enough’ in his opinion. He shot a young, chinese woman sitting behind the steering wheel of a red Honda Civic first, proceeding to do the same to her husband next, and then spotted Kim’s own, very much korean father inside the car right next to his own frame.

Things happened quickly - almost too quickly for the young boy to understand. His father got shot before he was able to even react to what was going on, and when Kim’s mother tried to crawl into the backseat of their car, desperate to protect her very much asian-looking son, she was shot into the back.

Another man died this day, who had happened to cross the street just mere seconds later - a japanese student. The man then proceeded to shot himself in the mouth, committing suicide before the police was able to intervene and stop it from happening.

Both of Kim’s parents died on their way to the hospital. With neither his mother nor his father having had siblings or other close relatives, Kim was transferred into an orphanage where he lived until the age of 18.

Despite this, Kim never had much trouble keeping up in school, able to collect almost perfect grades each and every year. It didn’t exactly improve the relationship with his classmates, however - next to facing racism on a nearly daily basis due to his accent and asian features, as well as being bullied because of him wearing glasses and his scrawny figure, the other kids were teasing him constantly for being the best in class. Had he tried to engage in fun activities with others at first, resulting in him always being ignored or pushed away in one way or another, he soon opted to stay by himself and keep interaction with his classmates rather limited instead.

Despite him being farsighted, his stellar grades allowed him to join the Police Academy immediately after graduation. It didn’t take long for Kitsuragi to become a juvenile police officer, working as such for almost 15 years before finally being transferred to the homicide devision.

He suffers from trauma-and-stressor-disorder because of this, and he tries to keep interaction with teenagers as limited as somehow possible in an attempt to not accidentally set off said disorder during work - he won’t let it affect his performance, however, and is able to push himself through most things for a certain amount of time if he needs to.

Keeping up his strong will and need to improve, Kim managed to climb the ladder of success rather quickly during his years of service, reaching the rank of Lieutenant at the age of 38.

Even though he’s been with the police for roughly two decades at this point, having witnessed technology developing quickly, Androids to be built and sold all across the country, he rarely ended up working on cases involving them - this was purely coincidal, however, not a choice he’d made actively in any shape or form as he had no say in which cases were assigned to him.

Having moved from Chicago to Detroit for undisclosed reasons - shortly after the infamous Android Revolution had happened within said city - he transferred over to the Detroit Police Department to continue his work over there. Captain Jeffrey Fowler had heard of him before, due to Kitsuragi being considered a ‘well-decorated officer’ with a ‘stellar reputation’, known within the internal Police network, and did not hesitate to invite him to become a part of the DPD.

Despite being admired from many colleagues for his achievements as a police officer, Kim does not see himself as special in any shape or form - and does not consider himself to be worthy of any additional attention than is needed, being humble about his own status (and his solved-cases-counter, currently lingering at 104).

Kim’s personality:

Kim is a rather soft-spoken, even-tempered man with a slight accent lingering in the deep of his voice. He strongly believes in being good to people, dislikes bullies and bad behavior toward the weak and will absolutely call people out on their shit if he witnesses them doing such. He loves cars and calls himself a ‘torque dork’, enjoys driving fast and listening to radio stations playing rather ... aggressive music (but he will deny that he ever listens to such in any shape or form, he feels a bit embarassed about it) - besides that, he’s also very crafty and tailors most his own clothes from scratch. He also loves to cook and do crosswords during his breaks while reading through the newspapers. Openly displaying emotions comes hard to him, he doesn’t feel comfortable with such - he is emotional, however, but likes to hide it from most people. He carries a blue notebook around and writes everything down in there when working on cases - but he also uses it for personal notes, hinting at the fact that he may has slight problems with remembering stuff he does not write down onto a piece of paper. His notes are almost illegible because he writes extremely fast, but he has no trouble reading his own words, even after months or years have passed since he’d written them down. Kim himself has been bullied and faced racism in his past - not only because of him being part-Korean, but also because of him being quite thin and wearing glasses. He’s also faced racism because of his sexuality - with some people not being open-minded (or even tolerant) within the world he lives in, he prefers to keep it hidden just to spare himself the words that would be thrown at him immediately. He got more important stuff to do, after all. (Yes, even though he usually keeps his cool, he is still hurt to this day whenever someone attacks him because of being korean, wearing glasses or being homosexual - he just learned to not let it show as much as it did many years back.)

All in all, he is a rather humble, quiet man with a sharp mind and an equally as sharp mouth, if needed. He speaks ‘sass’ rather fluently and likes to make the occasional remark from time to time in case the situation welcomes it. He is a polite, friendly man however, one who is trustworthy and keeps secrets to himself, helping wherever he can. He would totally throw himself into a crossfire to safe his partner and risk his own life in the process.

[z00r0p4]

29, 11, 43, 69

29. Best way to bond with you?

Conversation! Be willing to let me ramble about shit and bounce ideas off you sometimes too. It means a lot to me when people take the time to talk to me and think about ideas n stuff with me. I hate feeling like I’m just annoying people.

11. What do you have for breakfast on an average day?

I haven’t been waking up in time for breakfast, but I really like toaster waffles.

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket?

Cardiganssssss (I like jean jackets too but I can’t ever find a nice baggy one that I look good in).

69. A fun fact you don’t know how you learned?

I can’t remember a fact right now but I was thinking yesterday about how I can’t remember what it was like to be illiterate. I don’t have a lot of memories of learning how to read either. I couldn’t tell you when the moment was that I “got” it. I seemingly just woke up one day knowing how to read.

[luigiblood]

Mario Artist Polygon Studio

At the time of writing (August 29th, 2020), it is Mario Artist Polygon Studio's 20th anniversary.

So let's talk about this final title of the Mario Artist series. This title is bundled with no accessory this time, and it's compatible with nothing but the N64 Mouse (which I really recommend using!)

As you might have guessed, this is a 3D modeler. But it's a bit more than that. This title gives off a really wacky and weird vibe from the get go. The main menu has a couple modes: Simple, Expert, Gallery, Option, Shortcut.

In many of the menus, you will find a clock icon. That's how you set up the shortcut so that you can go back to that specific mode from the main menu.

Simple

Simple mode is really the mode where you can't really do much, you can look at the exemples and then move each "block" around. You can be a bit creative but it's not where you'll make the most use of it. I'll talk about the "blocks" in more detail later.

Expert

Expert mode is where the real creativity tools are. You have several modes: Modeler Rocket, Block Dome, Stage UFO, a photo mode, and a simple showcase mode.

Block Dome

I need to talk first about Block Dome, as it is very easy to misunderstand the point of Modeler Rocket in my opinion. Any 3D object is considered a "block". You can find basic blocks, between simple shapes to more detailed shapes, sometimes even animated, and noisy.

Most of the exemples show that you can make something with just building blocks that you assemble the way you want. You can move, rotate, scale, glue, duplicate, mirror duplicate (VERY USEFUL!) and more, and in a seperate mode you can color them however you want.

Modeler Rocket

Modeler Rocket is where you make your own custom model, this is the real deal! Using base models of many kinds, you can then make whatever you want within the limits of this modeler which is 1000 polygons.

It also comes with prerecorded tutorials on how to use it with exemples of models that you can recreate by yourself:

There's also something called Craft Mode. This is for making simpler models to send to Randnet via Communication Kit, and then they mail you the paper craft that you can build by yourself. Pretty cool feature.

This modeler has several edit modes: point, edge, face and model. Each have different sets of tools to help you model. You can move, rotate, scale, extrude, round, cut, duplicate, change shading, and so on, depending on what you are editing. It is powerful but hard to master.

Once you're done modeling and have something you are satisfied with, you can get to paint on it!

Keep in mind the model shading beforehand, because you cannot change that in the Paint mode.

The Paint mode works like you would expect: You can directly draw on the model with a pen or a different tool, fill the model with a color, use stamps, import a picture as a stamp or even eat the color away to make parts of it transparent!

You can also mask certain models to help you draw if it's on the way, and also remove the wireframe. Don't forget the camera view icons on the bottom right, which is also present on every editor in this game.

And then after all this work... you can save it, and take a break. You can also import these custom models as an actor in your Talent Studio movie!

When you go back... you'll notice your custom model might now appear as a block. You can do whatever you want with it as part of a bigger model!

Minigames

But there are a couple details about Block Dome that I haven't talked about yet. There are minigames!

First of all, Go Go Pack (should name it Chicken Race instead), where your creation is used like a toy car. You build up energy and get as close to the edge as possible without falling! There are 3 stages.

Then the most known exemple, Sound Bomber (named Boom Beat in my translation), where you attempt to beat as many microgames as possible, which also uses your creation in various ways. This was the base used for Wario Ware later on.

And then... one of the modes that most people don't really know much about, Experimental World (Jikken World). There's something else I didn't tell you about blocks: there are what's called "power blocks". These are building blocks to create your own vehicle.

Once you put them, you can then use it to wander around the experimental world, which is a full open world mode. You then attempt to collect the missing power blocks as well as bonus hidden ? blocks you can then use to customize and upgrade your vehicle with.

It is a weird and mysterious world, full of toasters that burns bread with hint text, eggs and tree trunks who wants to eat you... But it's worth checking out! I can promise this: you can uncover who are the bakers behind these toasters!

Stage UFO

Let's talk about Stage UFO: Basically it's the part where you can set up a stage on how you want to show off your creation of blocks. You can change the stage, the background image, add special effects, change the lighting. A pretty simple mode.

You also have a photo mode for the Stage, where you can take the pictures you want... and maybe import them in other Mario Artist titles, perhaps?

What you can save in this title are custom 3D models (blue triangle icon), your block setup (green circle icon) and the entire stage setup (orange square icon). It's really easy to get confused if you're not careful.

Rambling about Polygon Studio

There's not a lot of known cut content in this title, weirdly enough. The best we can see of earlier versions is really just different user interface, with the same icons and same purpose.

Emulation

Now I have to talk about how to emulate this title: At this time, you have no choice but to use angrylion based graphic plugins. This title does the weirdest uses of the RDP (think N64 GPU), and most plugins just don't know what to do.

Using HLE plugins will result in the editors to not work as intended, they cannot detect what you are pointing at, you cannot paint textures either. Once it does work though, I'll be the first to warn you all about it. I really want to push GLideN64 developers to get it to work.

And again, I translated all Mario Artist games, but I intend to redo them to be a lot better. It's all accessible right now! :)

And that's about all I can think about Polygon Studio, a really underrated title, which in my opinion is only remembered for being Wario Ware's inspiration when it has more to offer. I'll do a last, very small thread about Mario Artist Communication Kit later.

[mukettyl]

Train Rides and Late Nights // Chapter Two

click for Chapter One

(tumblr won’t let me minamize this, i’m so very sorry)

Two weeks have gone by and Eddie couldn’t get the train boy out of his mind. He rolled over onto his side to look out the ajar window at the grey morning mist covering the sky. Breathing in the fresh and foggy air, he began imagining different, intricate, ways that the scenario could have played out. He could have said absolutely anything besides, “Why are you staring at me?” But no, he just had to choose those particular six words.

He pulled the blankets around himself tighter, and let the warmth engulf him for a few moments longer, before getting out of bed.

He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, and shuddered. God, it’s cold.

He looked around for a second before deciding to put on a pair of sweatpants and oversized, worn, navy sweatshirt, over the t-shirt and boxers he had slept in. On his way to the kitchen, he regretted having not put on socks as he felt the cold linoleum tiles underneath his feet.

“Well good morning to you too, sleepyhead.”

Eddie looked up from the coffee pot he was now standing behind to pay attention to the voice coming from the living room in front of him.

“Good morning, Stan.” he replied groggily, dragging out the word “morning” until it had six extra sylobols. “One or two sugars?”

“Two, thank you.” Stan said, putting down his book, “I have to go visit Bill at some point today at the shop if you want to come with me. My engine light is on but I can’t figure out why, and I’ve stopped trying to guess.”

“Bill’s a mechanic?” Eddie asked, walking into the living room. He handed Stan his coffee and sat across from him on their lazy boy so that he could face him.

“No, not quite. But his dad and best friend are.”

“Oh, interesting.” Eddie took a long sip of his coffee before continuing with, “Yeah sure, I’ll tag along. I don't have any classes today anyways, so there’s nothing else I have going on.”

“Okay, that’ll work. I just need to get dressed and then we can head out now, if you’re ready.”

-

The two boys stepped out of the car in front of the shop. Stan had decided to completely step-up Eddie’s sweater and sweatpants by wearing a real outfit.

He was wearing a light blue polo with a blue jay embroidered onto his breast pocket, a pair of khakis, and an oversized grey cardigan. Eddie’s Betty Boop socks were no match.

Above the front doors read, “Denbrough’s Auto Repair,” in big, bold, blue letters. Eddie had never realized that Bill’s dad owned this place. He passed it all the time on the bus on his way to school, but it had never occurred to him that they could be the same “Denbroughs.”

After what seemed like ages, Bill walked out to greet Stan and help him figure out the issue with his engine light. Eddie stood there sort of awkwardly as they said their hellos and talked about the past few days in which they hadn’t had a chance to see each other.

“Hey Eddie! If you want, there are some doughnuts and coffee inside from earlier this morning. Help yourself!” Bill said to Eddie with a smile. Thank God, Eddie thought to himself, a reason to escape.

Eddie walked up the stairs and through the front doors. There was an empty front desk in front of him to the left, and a hallway that seemed to lead to a smaller room to his right. Assuming the doughnuts were in said room, Eddie took a right. He found a pot of coffee and a half empty box of a baker’s dozen on the table. Bingo.

He poured himself a cup of coffee and added creamer and two sugars. He grabbed a powdered doughnut, as well, and went to take a seat in the lobby area.

Napkins, I need napkins.

Attempting to hold his coffee upright and not drop his doughnut all while grabbing napkins was not working for him. He decided to hold the doughnut in his mouth and grab napkins with his newly freed hand, instead.

Walking into the lobby with his doughnut in his mouth, still trying not to spill his coffee, he almost didn't see the person about to walk directly into him. Correction, he did not see the person who ended up walking directly into him.

“God, my bad. Do you see my glasses anywhere?”

No way. Not now. Not today.

Eddie took a better look at the boy, who was now on his hands and knees searching for his glasses. Train boy. He recognized the tattered blue jumpsuit and the mass of dark, curly hair. The boy stood up and Eddie was able to half make out “Richie” on the jumpsuit’s nametag.

Eddie stood there dumbfounded as he watched the curly haired boy attempting to get his grounds and clean off his lenses,“Hey bud, thanks so much for the tremendous amount of help, totally not like you just stood there and let me suffer for the last minute and a- hey, it’s you!”

-

Two weeks. It’s been fourteen days since he last saw him, and he couldn’t get the damn boy off his mind. Richie had purposefully taken the night shift everyday he could, just in case they’d end up on the same train again. But it was to no avail.

After these two weeks of desperately attempting to run into him, Richie gave up. He decided to believe in destiny, fate, and all that, and that if they were meant to meet again, they would.

Richie got off work early on Thursday, so he decided to take his time on his walk to the train. He put in his earbuds and he was off. He naturally walked fast, so he knew that he’d have plenty of time to get to the station before the train reached his stop. He had about 45 minutes, so he decided to wander around the city. It was getting colder as the days passed, so Richie decided to start wearing his dad’s old bomber jacket.

After the death of his father, Richie’s mom decided that she couldn’t stay in Boston anymore. Richie and his dad never really got along. He knew he loved him, but the amount of fighting his parents did had been unbearable for him. He really didn't mind leaving it all behind. So at ten years old, Richie and his mom got on a plane and never looked back. They have now lived in Chicago for the past nine years, but since the move, things have never been quite the same.

Richie knows that his mom blames him for his father’s death. Remarks such as “Well if we never had you…” or: “God! I understand why he couldn’t put up with you anymore!”, helped his claim. He tries to not let it get to him, but it's on nights like this when it all builds up. The moon was almost full and the amount of stars visible was mesmerizing, for the city, that is.

Richie could hear the roar of the train’s engine as he approached the platform. He had continued to board the same car and sit in the same seat as he had two weeks ago. Not as if this would have changed, but the idea of maybe seeing him again was just adding to his reasoning.

-

He woke up the next morning in the dark and dying of heat. His sheets were sticking to him as if his skin were adhesive, and his mouth was as dry as the air filling his room. His blinds weren’t completely shut, but the lack of sun led him to believe that it must be before 6:00 a.m.

Fuck, it’s hot.

He knew that the furnace in his apartment would turn itself on at full blast if it got below 67 degrees fahrenheit. He knew this because he hated it with a burning passion.

He discarded the sweaty sheets off of himself by kicking at them until they fell off of his bed, and rolled over until he could reach his glasses off of his nightstand.

He sleepily propped the frames onto his nose while simultaneously trying to keep his curls from blocking his vision so that he could read the time.

5:49 a.m. Yuck.

Richie didn't have to be anywhere until 10:00 a.m. today, so he landed on a shower being his best option at the moment. Well, technically he didn't have to be anywhere today at all. But he told Bill that instead of coming in at night like usual, that he could come in today early and just stay late. Bill has been his best friend since he moved to Chicago. After hearing about the death of Richie’s father, Mr. Denbrough immediately took Richie under his wing. When he turned sixteen, Mr. D. offered him a job at his auto shop, and Richie has been working there ever since.

After lazily walking to his bathroom, Richie turned on the water in his shower. He proceeded to get undressed, which just consisted of taking off the mis-matched socks and boxers that he had fallen asleep in. The ice cold water felt soothing against his skin. He lathered his hair in shampoo that smells heavily of green apples, and just used the remnants of it to clean his body. Bill had stayed over one night and gave him trouble for not owning body wash, but couldn’t argue with the fact that Richie did always smell very good.

After drying off and wrapping a towel around his head, he walked back into his room and to his closet to get half dressed. He still had three hours before he had to leave, so there was no rush. He put on his favorite t-shirt that said, “The Revolution Is My Boyfriend” that his friend Bev had gotten him at a small thrift shop on her trip to Minneapolis with her boyfriend, and a pair of neon orange briefs.

He walked into the kitchen to make some half-assed breakfast. He poured himself a glass of orange juice and made some toast. While waiting for his bread to turn to toast, he switched on the tv. The only thing on at this hour besides infomercials and news was Seinfeld.

It’ll do.

*ding!*

“Gahh!” Richie yelped as he spilled orange juice all over himself. “Da fuck was dat foh bruhv?” To which his toaster didn’t respond.

As a child, Richie used to talk to himself extensively while his parents argued, and to keep himself entertained, he’d use accents. Now, whenever he got startled or caught off guard, he would automatically start talking in a British or Australian accent.

He picked up some paper towels and cleaned up the spilled juice as best he could. He then grabbed his toast and smeared grape jelly all over it before putting the pieces together and wrapping it in a paper towel, rather than dirtying another plate. He took his toast and the remainder of his OJ into his living room and sat down to watch Seinfeld until he had to get fully dressed.

-

As Richie walked up to the shop, he heard, “Morning, bud!” from in the doorway atop the front stairs.

Without looking up, knowing who it was, he responded with “Guten morgen, Big Bill!”

Instead of waiting for a response, he walked directly past Bill and towards the donuts he saw on the table in front of him. He grabbed one covered in strawberry icing and rainbow sprinkles. Without even bothering to ask if they were up for grabs, he ate basically half of it in one bite.

“Help yourself, I’m gonna go greet Stan, he just got here.”

With a mouth full of donut all Richie could mutter was, “O-ay. Hank youh!”

After scarfing down as many donuts as he thought he could muster before getting sick (three), he poured himself some coffee and decided to get to work. He went around back and put up the garage doors, took out the trash from the past week, and listened to the voicemails that had been left since yesterday. Because it was so early, he really didn't have much to do, so he went to go pour himself another cup of coffee when he walked smack dab into someone turning the corner as well. His glasses fell off of his face so he immediately dropped to the ground to start searching for them.

“God, my bad.” Richie managed, “Do you see my glasses anywhere?”

Richie was sure that whoever this kid that he had just ran into could see him frantically looking for his glasses, but just stood there as if everything was just peachy keen. After what felt like an hour, Richie’s hand finally felt the frames. While happy he found his glasses, he wanted to make sure whoever this schmuck was knew that he was no help.

“Hey bud, thanks so much for the tremendous amount of help, totally not like you just stood there and let me suffer for the last minute and a- hey, it’s you!”

It was him! It was the boy that had sat in his seat on the train exactly two weeks ago. The cute one who told Richie to stop staring at him. The one who was now standing in front of him and staring at Richie like a deer in headlights.

“Why on Earth are you at an auto shop at 10:00a.m.?”

The boy looked extremely flustered, and while holding a donut in his mouth, just responded with “I gotta go,” as best as he could.

“Wait, what’s your name?” Richie called after him, but he was already out the front door and down the steps.

A few moments later, Bill walked in, questioning, “Why’d Eddie just run outta here like that?”

Eddie.

(Richie’s shirt)

[laundrycannon]

Comfort Movies

Tagged by @oatmealaddiction

Uhh... Note that I don’t usually watch movies over and over, usually just once and then look at what other people think about it or draw about it indefinitely. The movies I’m listing below are ones I unexplainably really like and rewatch occasionally (even if they aren’t the best, but I really like animation and the feelings they gave me?) or ones that have come out recently that are also Really Good.

1. The Brave Little Toaster (watched a lot when I was really young and the music and animation is bomber)

2. Invader Zim: Into the Florpus (recent movie but I really liked it!)

3. The Animal Crossing Movie (unexplainable but I really like this a whole lot, like Animal Crossing a huge ton so this makes sense)

4. The Steven Universe Movie (just really like the music and animation)

5. Professor Layton and the Eternal Diva (just really like this franchise and how Japan often goes full out with animations for franchise movies (while US usually just makes forgettable cash grabs)

6. Raggedy Ann and Andy: A Musical Adventure (yeah this one is really weird and not for everyone but I like it for its interesting animation and how it gives me old animation VHS vibes)

So from these you can tell that I just am an extreme lover of animation and nostalgia. Also music and weird places and visuals. What about you @scrambled-greggs ?

[unofskylanderspages]

Seen above: Model render of the Toaster Bomber by Jonathan Rancourt

[latin-dr-robotnik]

What happened the day Eggman conquered the world? [Sonic Forces fic]

The following is something I wrote down way back in February 2018 and originally posted elsewhere in Spanish. Since this post inspired me to dig it up again I thought it would be nice to share it with everyone. It’s canon-ish, trying to tie in with the comics and the game, but there are mayor points where I try my own take of the events. Also because of translation differences some parts may have been completely rewritten, and if anything seems oddly written, please tell me! Enjoy!

“This can’t be happening...”

Sonic gripped his fist in a mix of fury and shock as horror unfolded by his eyes. He just arrived at the City and it was already too late. All of Green Hill got turned into a wasteland, and now the City was under siege, about to fall under the same claws of destruction and desolation. Nobody could comprehend what was going on, since up until yesterday everything was alright!

Last month Doctor Eggman already tried to attack the City with an all-new, never-seen-before army of Egg Pawns, but he still got defeated! How is it possible he could unleash such a massive force now, without anybody noticing?

Everything started one sunny afternoon at Green Hill. 

Sonic was returning from one of his many adventures. He stopped at a viewpoint over the hills to appreciate the view of the true place he calls “home”, and to also search for a location to lay down and chill a little, when he heard a familiar voice calling him...

“Soniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiic!” The voice was closing in fast, from none other than Amy Rose.

“A-A-Amy! H-how are y-you?” Sonic stuttered, just before turning away from her, looking down the horizon, trying to stay cool. “It’s a really charming afternoon, don’t ya think?”

“I’ve been calling you for half an hour, and you didn’t even look back!” She was visibly tired and a little upset. “Didn’t you hear me?”

“Uhh... no?” Sonic turned back to her and tried to act innocent, waiting for Amy to summon her hammer and chase after him...

But it didn’t happen.

“Doesn’t matter!” She struck a confident pose and started walking around Sonic with the sweetest of smiles. “Now that I have your attention, and seeing you enjoy this view so much... I wanted to propose we spend the afternoon together, we’ll have fun!”

“Uhhh...” At first he felt a little unconfortable in front of Amy’s confidence, but he quickly took control of the situation again with all his charm.

“Alright. But with one condition...

I decide where do we go.”

And winked at her.

Amy was pretty satisfied with this outcome, but also centered in trying not to bother her hero too much to make him lament the decision and run away again. Since the Lost Hex incident, Amy started to appreciate every single moment she could spend with him, even if it wasn’t the perfect date at the perfect moment, as it could easily be the last one.

Meanwhile, Sonic’s plans were simple: a tree, a nap, an afternoon.

Sonic rested at a tree with Amy laying dangerously close to him for his liking. She fell asleep pretty quickly, clearly exhausted after giving chase to Sonic, but he managed to stay awake long enough to see a strange shockwave in red-cubes form.

And then, a loud, metallic-like noise was heard.

“Sonic...? What was that?” Amy woke up, visibly confused.

Sonic tried to downplay the situation, but inside his mind he kept on thinking about what he just saw...

“I would say it was some kind of explosion... But I don’t see anything different, so I’d say it was an Eggman ship getting wreck, and if that’s so, then it’s music for my ears~!

...

...but I’ve never seen anything like this before...” Amy didn’t hear that last part, and was pretty sleepy to keep thinking in what happened, so Sonic’s words were enough to ensure nothing is wrong. 

She cuddled up to his arm once again. Some time went by like that, but Sonic still couldn’t understand what’s going on.

“Hmm... that’s strange.” He thought to himself. “By this point several hours should’ve passed, but the sun is still there, going strong...” He thought to himself. “Well, I guess the world is just that more boring when the egghead is not around! 

...

...

...But man! this afternoon is becoming infinite to me, I can’t stand waiting so long! I need to take a run, Amy won’t even notice. I’ll be back in a flash!”

As he started running towards the valley, he felt the shockwave and the loud metallic noise again. He stumbled and fell while looking at the sky, now realizing Green Hill turned into a desert.

“Hey, I don’t remember Green Hill being filled with sandy rivers and everything... I should explore a little more and find out what’s going on!”

Suddenly, Sonic’s communicator started picking a call from Tails.

“Sonic? Sonic! Are you there?”

“Tails! What’s up buddy, what’s the hurry? Is your new toaster trying to attack you again?”

“Sonic! Eggman’s forces are surging into the city! We need you here, now!”

“What? Wait, when did this happen? Tails?”

Tails was in the City looking for some equipment to take back to his laboratory when the second shockwave caught him. Suddenly the place went under heavy siege from Egg Pawns, some Buzz Bombers and... Death Egg Robots?! There was no way he could handle all of this with just Sonic, he needed to call the entire team.

“Amy! I need your help!”

“...Tails? What’s going on...? What was that creepy noise again... and where is Sonic?”

“I don’t know, but Eggman is attacking the City with an unstoppable force. Sonic is coming, but we need every bit of help available!”

“Eggman is attacking? I’m coming!”

Tails kept desperately calling.

“Knuckles, this is Tails! Eggman is laying waste to the City, the Chaotix are here holding out and evacuating the civilians, but we need reinforcements!”

“Tails? How is it that the City is under attack? Oh no... Silver! You were right, the attack just started! How did we not notice it earlier?”

Tails got confused as to why Silver was with Knuckles.

“Yes, we have no time to waste...” Knuckles returned to Tails. “Hey, Tails! I’m coming with Silver, just hang on, the cavalry’s coming!”

Tails was hiding behind some rubbles, as Eggman’s forces pushed harder into the City.

“Rouge! Shadow! You guys there?”

“Hey Tails, I’m watching security footage right no---wait a minute... Shadow! Look at that screen, isn’t that the guy you were telling me about?”

“Rouge?”

The call dropped, and Tails heard heavy footsteps coming his way as he tried to get civilians back into safety...

Sonic arrived in the nick of time, rescuing both Tails and the civilians, but at the same time receiving the beating of his life, courtesy of the new and misterious Eggman creation.

After a very brief fight, Sonic dropped to the ground. 

“SONIC!”  Tails was horrified, completely paralyzed by seeing his best friend fall before his eyes. He stood there a moment, as the misterious figure started hovering above his best friend...

“You weak creatures... run like the cowards you are. Go tell the rest of the world your precious hero Sonic is nothing more than a pebble under my shoe... 

And always remember this name... Infinite. Now run... or perish under my power!”

Seeing he couldn’t reach Sonic safely, Tails had to run away and escort the rest of the civilians. They reached the laboratory over at the City limits, now almost in ruins. Some equipment was still usable, but they had to relocate at a nearby cellar, where Tails set up a beacon for the rest of his friends to rendezvous.

The sole thought of having Sonic left behind was painfully hurting him.

“What have I done? ...Sonic! I abandoned him... what if he died... because of my fault? 

No, no, pull yourself together, Tails! Sonic wouldn’t let that happen... but it’s true, I have failed him. 

What kind of person leaves behind his best friend? 

He trusted me...

I can’t stay here and wait for the others, I have to search for Sonic!

...but how?”

In this moment of shock Tails lost all the confidence he built over the years, all that progress just... gone by just looking at that masked... monster. Sonic wouldn’t let his friend act so desperate, but he wasn’t there now.

The rest of the team reached the rendezvous point just fine, yet there were no signs of neither Tails or Sonic. 

Meanwhile, at the City’s main plaza, Eggman was celebrating his victory.

“Oh ho ho ho! This is wonderful! Not even in my wildest dreams I could’ve achieve such a feat. Sonic is mine!

Orbot! Cubot! Hack into every electronic device, I want to spread a message to the entire world...”

Back on the cellar, everyone was starting to look nervous at Sonic and Tails’ absence. Tails even left his Miles Electric sitting on a table, making him harder to track down. Over at some old radio, a message started playing...

*Ehem* Citizens of the world! This is the Doctor Eggman talking to you, or should I say, this is your new Emperor Eggman! Starting today, all of you are now citizens of the new Eggman Empire. And because I’m such a benevolent leader, I’ll give you a brief explanation of what’s going on.

Over the last month, I managed to charge enough energy on my new ultimate weapon to launch such an attack not a single one of you knew! You may think I conquered your world in just a few hours, but in reality seven days have gone by! Seven days none of you felt like they passed, but during which my forces marched completely unopposed over every single region of this world!

Oh, and as a friendly recommendation from your new leader, I would turn myself over if I were you. This is the one and only chance I give you. Turn yourself in, and you’ll be granted a dignified life under the wonderful Eggman Empire; confront my power, and you’ll end up like your hero, Sonic the Hedgehog-- He’s not even alive to tell you! Mwahahaha!

[[This Public Service Announcement has been brought to you by the all-mighty Emperor Eggman. Join now the Eggman Empire, or die.]]

Knuckles decided to step up amongst all the confusion.

“Easy, everyone, that’s just pure nonsense. Nobody will buy Eggman’s lies!”

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that, sweetheart...” Rouge intervened. “I’m affraid y’all have to watch this security tape I just found...”

In the video, Sonic was clearly seen getting beaten and then taken away by what looked like Zavok.

Everyone was now in shock. They wanted not to believe it, but it’s real, that was Sonic.

“So... is everything true? Seven days have just passed in a blink of an eye? And that was... Sonic?” For once Knuckles was speechless.

Amy refused to believe it.

“No way! It’s just a dark, twisted lie from Eggman! Earlier today I was with Sonic, and he was alright...

It can’t be him... It cannot be... Sonic?”

She broke in tears.

“What do we do now?” Silver stepped up. “I came from the future because I knew this was going to happen, but I didn’t know it would be so... sudden.”

“Don’t worry, Silver. This is just the beginning. Eggman may have won the first round, but we are still able to turn around this situation.” Knuckles was getting more and more serious as he talked. “I don’t think Sonic is dead, but whatever took him down, well, it’s not an enemy I would like to play with. We have to stay strong, and stay together.”

“We should make a Resistance force, just like in the war movies!” Charmy was enthusiastic about the idea of fighting for a better tomorrow.

“Charmy! This ain’t no movie!” Vector exclaimed. “Also, we are completely trapped on this one. Who would be our leader? Sonic was our only chance, and we certainly don’t know where he’s at!”

Everyone looked to Knuckles, thanks to that short speech he just gave.

“Well... I can be your leader, but I’ll need all of you with me, too. I know I’m the strongest person here right now, and I understand why would you like me to lead the Resistance to victory---”

“Actually, I would’ve prefered my leader to be a blue and cocky hedgehog, or a really inteligent fox with a heart of gold before some red echidna who protects a giant emerald, and not that well if I do say so myself...” Rouge was playing around with Knuckles, but in fact she wasn’t so sure about his skills at leading a entire Resistance force.

“We’ll see about that, bat girl.” Knuckles was upset about that insubordinating act.

Espio intervined between them.

“We’ll also need more powerful equipment. We cannot defeat such a powerful enemy in just one night. We have to move quietly, study and understand our enemy before striking, there are lots of Eggman’s Sentinels outside.”

“I guess there’s someone that could help us.” Knuckles wasn’t going to let the Rouge affair without retaliation. “Rouge? Such a good spy like you should know where to find some advanced equipment, right? Or should I pay for someone better?”

“What?! Of course I know lots of secret places, ‘boss’. I know some spots that could let us ‘borrow’ some equipment, and I even know where to find some wispons, that is if you can’t handle ‘things’ with your own hands...”

Knuckles lost his serious face for a moment, blushing a little bit.

“V-very w-well. Everyone, let’s do this! We need to set up our HQ, find Tails and rescue Sonic! Remember to stick to the shadows, and by all chance avoid that masked guy. 

Good luck, you’ll need it.”

And thus, a new hope for this grim world was born.

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And that’s it! I know it’s quite a long read, but to be honest, there are lots of loose ends left by the original game, and all of this is just for the first level. 

Let me know if you would like to see more, as I have another fic developing Amy’s feelings during Sonic’s 6-month absence, and it’s something I haven’t ever released (not even in Spanish!). See ya!