Size: Horror
When Clank awoke, he found himself on a barren world surrounded by other robots blasting away at each other. "Where...am I?" he asked, confused.
A nearby robotic head the size of Clank's whole body bounced back and forth. "They must have blasted you good, soldier!" it barked out. "You're on planet Metalis in the middle of Robot War III!"
Clank blinked for a time as he saw other robots homing in on him in what looked like combat vehicles...though the more he looked, the more this all began to resemble Old Earth battle bots matches. Seeing a scoreboard, he made a quick connection. Reaching into his chassis, he pulled out Ratchet's old Blaster, promptly blasting the vehicles around him to bits.
"Hey!" one of the robots shouted. "That's against the rules!"
"I do not have time to play!" Clank barked out. "I need to get off this planet as soon as possible, and find Ratchet and Twilight. If you cannot assist me, then you are in my way."
At that moment, Skrunch landed in a monkey shaped rocket, squawking about having seen Ratchet and Twilight on Medical Outpost Omega. He even was able to provide video footage of what was being done.
Clank could only stare at the video of Ratchet and Twilight laid out on twin tables on two sides of the video screen. "Processing of subjects 261595 and 261596 are now one third complete," Luna's voice stated in a voice over. "Begin internal examination of subject 261595. Begin harvesting of internal samples of subject 261596." The robots on screen raised drill arms towards the apparently unconscious subjects.
Working quickly, Clank downloaded the coordinates. Since Skrunch's rocket was too small for passengers, Clank made his way to a transformation platform, letting him shift to Giant mode.
He paused as he looked upward along his projected flight path. "...I cannot risk not making it," he said simply. "I shall simply have to risk internal damage instead." He activated an internal circuit.
While he hadn't let Twilight do any work on his internal circuits since she wasn't a registered roboticist, that hadn't stopped her from constructing various devices to amplify his functionality, both in normal size and Giant. And Clank, being the most cautious member of the group, had installed the inactive upgrades in his chassis, just in case. And now he was activating all of them.
Instead of his usual energy pulse blasters on his wrists, his entire hands converted into massive buster guns. Instead of the secondary barrage of auto lock rockets, he could charge up a massive laser blast to obliterate everything he swept it across. An energy deflector shield reflected laser or plasma blasts away from him, and a gravimetric coil caused missiles aimed at him to loop around him to fly back at those that launched them. His boot rockets and back jetpack had been similarly augmented, tripling his speed in flight.
The one drawback he noticed to all of this was the strain it put on his power core. If he took more than a few hits, his core would rupture and he would explode. Thankfully, the design was efficient enough that, as long as he was even moderately careful, he'd take no hits.
As such, he blasted off without hesitation.
After literally carving his way through the space defenses, Clank made it to Medical Outpost Omega. Shrinking back down to normal size, he took a few moments to realign his internal systems and plan a new approach. After how he'd blasted his way in, he knew that the defenses would be high. The Technomites would do everything in their power to stop him from getting to Ratchet and Twilight. Every tactical instinct in his mind said to sneak in and locate them.
However, a deep rage was burning inside him. Seeing Ratchet and Twilight laid out like that...imagining the horror they were being put through, especially little Twilight, who was only just overcoming the horror of the Dreadzone... That rage was bursting at his circuits, begging to be let out.
He also knew that, whatever Twilight was going through, she would need at least one of them to be calm, cool, and collected. He could not count on Ratchet to do that. He would need to purge his rage before he got to either of them.
As he saw the defense robots approaching, he almost pitied them. Almost. He activated all the normal size upgrades he'd installed of Twilight's work, and he saw the fear in his targets' eyes as his new armaments unfolded. "You should have researched us more thoroughly," he stated firmly. "Then you would know the mistake you have made." He leveled his guns. "You do not mess...with Agent Clank!"
Ratchet staggered out of the wavering lab where the Dreks in lab coats and Blahrgian nurses tried to cut him to pieces, bursting out the door to find a beach that looked like a part of Pokitaru. The lab vanished as the door closed behind him, fading into the ether.
Another door appeared before him and opened, revealing Clank and Twilight...but they looked odd. Clanks eyes were red, and his head floated independent of his body. Twilight's eyes looked bloodshot, like she was stoned, and she giggled as her wings flapped around her head, detached from her body.
"It is okay, Ratchet," Clank stated. "You can come in. It is safe inside this door."
"In here, everything is perfectly fine!" Twilight assured him with a strange giggle as the door closed in his face.
"Twilight...Clank..." Clenching his teeth, he stormed forward through the wavering vision, trying to find the door again.
As he continued, visions of enemies of his past, allies, Twilight's inventions, and other things assailed him. At one point, he found himself walking through a colorful land filled with candy colored horses. He could have sworn it was a piece of Twilight's home world...but a tiny pink pony, the same size as Twilight was right now, told him he wasn't supposed to be there yet, and to say hi to her Daddy. She then promptly pushed him through another door, leaving him on a massive platform in front of a Giant Clank made of butterflies. The pony stuck her head through the door and blew on the Giant Clank, causing it to fly apart. The pony then ducked back through the door, and the door vanished.
The door from earlier opened up, with the odd looking Clank and stoned looking Twilight inviting him in, and he started to follow. However, another door opened opposite it. Clank stood there, looking normal but smoking, bits of his chassis fluctuating and cracked. "You must wake up!" he begged Ratchet. "There is still so much to do!"
As Ratchet glanced back and forth between the doors, the damaged looking Clank sighed. "I knew there was something off about that Luna girl...but I said nothing, because Twilight needed the adventure..." He hung his head in shame. "This...is all my fault..."
"Hey, it wasn't your fault," Ratchet reassured the damaged Clank. "I'm the one who's supposed to be her Father." The other door closed when his attention left it. "I'm the one who's failed her...again..."
"You can hear me?" Clank gasped in shock.
"Yeah," Ratchet pointed out. "You're standing right here."
Clank promptly grabbed hold of Ratchet and yanked him through the door.
As Ratchet slowly opened his eyes, he saw Clank standing over him, his chassis cracked and smoking. "It is good to have you back," Clank said warmly, the sentiment only somewhat marred by the smoke that poured out of his mouth.
"Clank?" Ratchet asked, shocked. "What happened to you?"
Clank smiled with his eyes. "You should see the other bot." He tried to laugh, but it was interrupted by smoke.
Staring past Clank's shoulder, Ratchet's eyes widened. "I...think I can..."
Bits and pieces of robots were scattered around the room, several spots were charred and smoking, the doors of the chamber were hanging off their hinges, the hallways outside were filled with wreckage and broken robots...one of which was actually impaled on a broken piece of wall, sparking and smoking.
"What happened?" Ratchet asked in shock as he sat up.
"I...lost my temper," Clank replied sheepishly.
"Remind me not to piss you off in the future," Ratchet replied nervously as he got to his feet.
As one robot that was still somewhat functional staggered to its spindly legs, an agonized scream echoed through the facility...a familiar scream.
"Twilight!" Ratchet yelled out. Lunging forward, he tore the front of the robot's torso off and stuck his hand in, squeezing something. "Where is she?!" he demanded angrily.
Clank gasped. He recognized what was happening to the robot. Ratchet had grabbed hold of several of the pain management circuits and the robot's CPU. If he squeezed hard enough, the circuits would become permanently entangled with the CPU, and the robot would be in constant agony as though every part of its body were in endless pain...and the damaged pain management system wouldn't be able to trigger a shut down into unconsciousness.
When the robot hesitated, Ratchet started to squeeze. "Where?!"
The robot babbled in code.
"He has transmitted a map of the facility with Twilight's location!" Clank said quickly. "I have a path determined."
Growling, Ratchet clenched his fist, dropped the robot, and stormed off. The robot writhed in agony.
Following along behind, Clank shut the robot down. He made a mental note to call Ratchet to task about this and reel in his temper...after Twilight was safe.
Twilight lay curled up inside her shield spell, cutting herself off from everything else in the universe, shivering and crying, wishing that the world was not as it was.
She had watched, frozen, as she had woken up on the operating table. The robots around her were examining her, and there was talk about how she was under anesthetic and wouldn't feel a thing, would sleep right through it completely unaware. But she wasn't asleep. She wasn't unconscious. She was aware...but frozen, paralyzed, unable to move, and only able to breathe through the tube she couldn't cough out of her throat.
She couldn't flinch as the needle jabbed into her leg, drawing blood. She couldn't wince as a thicker needle bored into her bones, extracting a sample of marrow. She couldn't cry as another needle jabbed into her back between her wings, digging into her spinal cord and extracting fluid from there. She couldn't scream in pain when feathers were torn out of her wing at the roots, blood and other tissues stuck to the quills.
And she could only stare in horror as they shaved a sample off the tip of her horn, drilled into the base, extracted a crystalline sample from within, and then sealed the hole with a laser.
After a time, the tube was removed from her throat and she was left there. And when the anesthetic agent they had given her - the one that, for her species, turned out to only be a paralytic - finally worked its way out of her system, her body finally flexed in response to the agony she'd been through, and a tortured scream ripped its way from her throat.
And then all she could do was curl up. She wanted to curl up in her wings, but her wings had been used to hurt her. Even her horn had been hurt. All she could do was activate her Tesla Shield, supercharging it with whatever magic she could bring to bear...and then weep.
She wasn't aware of her shield falling, or of Ratchet scooping her into his arms. She wasn't aware of much of anything as she escaped...until she heard something from a recording...Luna's last transmission from the base.
"Twilight's samples are incompatible with our process. We are unable to create a viable control sample."
"Then she is useless to us," a cold voice replied. "Dispose of her."
Useless...
She buried her face once more against Ratchet's coat, weeping.
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Tagging is a tricky issue. I have the comedy tag on my stories because there's humor throughout the whole story rather than crude jokes.
One dark chapter doesn't make a dark story. If it goes to three, then it qualifies.
Personally, I do not find it so dark as to warrant the Dark tag myself. You just skated to the edge, took a peek over the fence, and now we return to the show!
Twilight seems to be having a way rougher time of things than the other Elements in these universes.
I'd say so.
Hm... I could see it getting a dark tag for this, but the fact that the story isn't over yet makes it harder for me to judge.
Also, um, wow. So these people. And, unlike Gleeman Vox, they seem to be sane.
...
I'm curious whether they know what they've unleashed. And whether they knew who these three were, and especially who Twilight was, before carrying out this operation.Wait, no, of course they did. That was part of the lure. And they did this anyway. Very confident then, probably.
I'd say not so much if it's very sparse. The Dark tag while warranted this chapter doesn't really apply to this story as a whole. Though it's arguable on what some people find dark and others don't. Give or take I guess but in my opinion, not really considered dark.
6438764 it is the nature of that universe, think of it this way at this point ratchet thinks his species is extinct. How many how things like that must there be?
all I have to say is WTF...making Twilight suffer through that....I almost could hate ya if your fics weren't so damn good
Sure are giving Twilight a lot of mental scars here. I have a feeling she's either going to actually go Nightmare sooner or later or go completely paranoid and build something that makes her feel safe. Like Tony and Ultron.
I've seen a few dark chapters while I've been reading this story about a month ago, but I think this one tops it. The amount of trauma Twilight went through in the Dreadzone by being separated from Ratchet and Clank, to being tricked into fighting him when she thought they had died, was pushing it quite a bit.
Twilight having to experience all that pain in this chapter, and not be able to do anything until after the anesthetic that only paralyzed her had worn off, I would definitely say putting the dark tag might be a wise decision. But these are just my thoughts.
Poor Twilight, I really hope she gets a break soon.
Holy crap, man, that was as Dark as all fyayed up. Not that there weren't plenty of dark moments before, but, that was just, wow. Considering what happened in many of the past chapters combined with this, yeah, I think it deserves the Dark tag.
Damn...Well, I'm a little 50/50 on the dark tag issue myself.
Did anyone noticed that Pinkie made an appearance I smell a chapter where they go to EQUESTRIA.
Ratchet & Clank are angry enough already, but just wait until Captain Quark finds out what they did and tried to do to Twilight. Any man that can tag along for a ride on the outside of a spaceship and survive atmospheric re-entry is going to be very hard to put down when you trigger Pappa-Bear mode...
Quark: "You... Did... WHAT!?"
Maybe not the whole story, but certainly this chapter should have a bit if a warning at the beginning. Anyway, good chapter.
Any story with respect for themselves have dark elements in play to get the readers to actually care for the main character. What you did was what the story, readers and yourself demanded. There is a saying: darkest before dawn. Make this chapter count and you will be a great writer.
Oh before I forget: I hope Luna (the character in this story of course) die in a big fire.
This fits Luna perfectly:
Both the song name, AND the album name.
Ok sorry did no one see the alternate twilight from the up your arsonale chapters. That is a plausible second personality/mental couping mechanism if this continues, if it continues i can think of only one thing that might hold her. And I'm sorry the pandorica was destroyed.
Maybe a slight crossing With another one of your storries might fix the falling star or she might become you impossible girl
...well, the good news about what Twilight went though is that they seemed to be unable to clone Twilight. Good for them: for Twilight, Clank and Ratchet, the galaxy and for the Tecnomites themselves. Seeing what Twilight can do, her power can be a danger to everyone around, and since she is rather unique in that she uses magic, and that a lot of how magic works could be things you can't learn simply from a book or video format, it's probably for the best. Hopefully, this also means that she cannot be cloned, so no others, like Megacorp, even if they did still have samples, can clone her for profit or to make a living weapon.
What Twilight went through reminded me of a torture scene in Dragon of the Force by Fenrisian Brony.
I'd say leave it without the Dark Tag. Awesome story, by the way.
6439131 That scene was much more intense than this one.
Kinda dark...
And damn....the trial of a leader...
She will need quite a bit of time to recover....
Luna, Hi los ruth naal thumm ahrk lor. Vonok hi hefhah mahkur do draafraan. aal kruziik nid lost aaz nau hi sil
puta.
....................................Who wants to join me in making the Technomites extinct?
6439349 It's time to purge some systems.
6439266 You've read that scene?
It's a little bad, but I wouldn't call this that dark by any measure. It's a psychedelic trip, some anger issues, and very slight torture.
On top of that, this is a single chapter out of how many? This doesn't merit the dark tag at all.
That aside, good job. Looking forward to seeing how badly this blows up in 'Luna's' face.
6439349 Just a sec (collects army of every OC i have ever thought up).
Okay im ready!
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What this guy said. No need for the Dark tag for just one chapter. ...or the arc that proceeded this one, for that matter.
6439349 Give me a second. It takes a while to gather a full pre-heresy Adeptus Astartes Legion in one star system. Once that is done though, I should be able bring some firepower to help.
Speaking as someone who once woke up during removal of all four wisdom teeth due to a miscalculation in anesthesia dosage...you failed to completely convey just how disconcerting it is to both hear and feel bone being cracked, ground, and removed.
Thankfully I was put back under after only a few seconds of awareness. It's hard to miss someone's eyes opening up when they're supposed to be unconscious if you're looking them in the face.
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Having never experienced surgery of any sort, I had nothing to work from.
A warning before Twilight's scene would have been much appreciated. Other than that, I don't think the story is to Dark, even the last arc was lightened by Ace and Twilight's interactions with Barb and Owlicious.
6438995 Add in all the rest of their friends... one of whom is commander of an army.... Yeah, the Technomites are going down hard. I have a feeling a certain robot race says it best: furiousfanboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/ride-in-daleks.jpg
6439349 ME!!! *Shifts into dragon form*
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6439546 Lucky you.
On the topic of darkness: The chapter title should have been sufficient warning. A chapter called "Horror" is not going to have nice, warm, fuzzy feelings.
Anyone saying otherwise, especially after Dreadzone, is experiencing a cranial-colon convegence.
... Quit making me want to reach across the multiverse Tatsurou. I saw red, and when I stopped seeing red I had probably wound up on twelve different watch lists. Though, I did find a decent chainsaw for cheap, and a bullet ant supplier if I wanted a giant ant farm. The lemon flavored oil and the industrial sized salt rocks however are less useful. Though I can always find a use for a good knife and fishing wire in two mile bulk. Besides holding them up to be cut, then "seasoned" with salt and oil before being tied down in a bullet ant bucket or drum made of wood and thick rubber.
6438995 He will prbelby pull a MKX Goro in there asses.
6439349 *collects halo 4 binary rifle, pump action shotgun and pistols with exploding amonition* Lets do this. *all of the wapins have unlimited amo*
Oh shiiii....
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Even with no Experience, That is nothing short of Nightmare Inducing.
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I'll go find a Wiffle ball bat for the Technomite Leader, just to it will take longer. and dig uop my favorite Mass effect weapons.
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It seems a few people here shared my sentiments on what we should do to the Technomites and wish to join me in making it real.
At first, when I only knew that Twi was being operated on I was going to give most of them a painless and quick death.
But when I saw that during the operation Twi was paralized instead of being either asleep or not able to feel the pain, and that she felt everything they did to her.............Something broke
I've seen Suffering. I've felt it. And I know how its like.
And Now They Will Expirience True SufFErInG
6439864 T͜͏̛͏è̡͟͟͠c̢͘̕͢͠ḩ͏ń͠͡ơ̴̢m̨i̷̵͟͞t̡͞e̵̡͘͝s͟ ̡͘͞ẁ̢҉̴̀i̶̢͏̧̕ĺ̕l̷̨͢ ̴̨̀͞f̷̶̀͏̡ę̷͢͝e̵l͠҉̕͢ ͏̨͡͏o҉̨͢͜͜ù̡͜͝r̀̕͞ ̡̛͡͏b̕͞ǫ̀͢u̧̢n̷͡d̴̸͡͡ĺ̨͡ę̴̛͟͟s̡ş̴̶̀ ҉̢͢͏ą̛n̕͢g̴͘͢͜͟e̡̛͡r͘͟͏,̵̧̕͘ ̕͞a̸̡̛͡ņ͏̕͜d̀҉̶͝ ҉̵̷̢i̴͝f͡҉̕͜͞ ҉͢t͢͢͠h̀́e̢͝y͡͡͝҉ ̨̨́͢à҉r̛̀͜͟e͠͏̨̡҉ ͟͏̶̀i̧͟n̵̴͘c̴̕͞a̴̷̴̡͜p̨̛à̴͢͜b҉̷͏l̕͞ȩ,͏̷ ̵̨͘w̴̨̡e̢̨̕ ̷w̴̢ì̵̕͝͝l̛̛͜͡ĺ̢͝ ̛͜m҉̨a̵̸k̷é͏̸̡ ̵̢͡͠t̴͘͞h̶̀͘͠͝ȩ̴̶m҉ ̵͡c̵̢͢͞a̸͡͝p̸̧͜͝͝à̸͟͜b̴̵́͘͠ļ̀́҉e̢̕̕͜.̛ ̡͝T̛͝h҉͡ę̸́̕ ̕e͏̸̛̀l͏̸̡̨d҉̨͝͝r̵͝͏͢į͠t̸ć҉͜ḩ̵̛͘ ̨̢̕͢s̷̸͞p̛͡͏̸i̷͘͏r̨̛̛̀̕i͏̴̛t̴̢̢̡ ̀̕͘͞o̸f̵̸̕͞ ̶́͠͡f́҉͜҉u̷̢͡r̵͜͞҉͟ý̶̷̛ ́͏̨a̛͏̷̢͟ń̶̡̧d̸̀͞҉ ̡̨̡͘ẁ͞r҉̷̶͘ą̶̷̸͝t͏̕͢͞h̢̀͝ ҉̸̧̀s͏̶͜͞h̷̡̛͟a̵̶̕͠l̨l̵̷̨ ́͏̷̢͡v̵̀́i̷̧͞͝s̸͟í̕͟͝t̸̕͘͡ ̴̷́͜t͟҉̧͡҉h̸̸̨̢̛e̴͢m̷͜҉͝ ͞͏b̵͢͢o̸̷͢͝t̵̵́͠͝h́҉̡ ̸̴̨͜͜í̸̡n̷̢͘͘͞ ̶͞͠t́̀̕͝͞h҉͜e̸͝i͜͜͟͞r̶̶҉ ̵̴̢́͢l̛͘͝i͏f̴̸̨̀͜e͘͜͡͠ ̵̧͢͝á҉̵̀n̶̷̢͝d̨̛̀͟ ̶́a̶̶̵f̡͏͝t҉̴͞e͜r̴͘̕͢ ҉̷͡t͝͠͞h͢͟͝҉̸e̕͏̕i͝҉̵͢r̵̡͜҉̶ ̸̡̀͟͝d̵͘͜͝҉e͝͝a̶̴̧҉t̨͡h͞͏s͏̕͞.̷ ͘͟͠t̸̢͏h̢͜͏̵̡é̷̢͜͞y҉҉̕ ̵͏w̴̴i̧͠l̵̕l̨̕͝ ҉͡ņ͜͞ǫ҉ţ̡̨ ͏b̵̨́͘e̸̛͜ ̷̴̡͘a̡͜҉̀b̡̛̀͢͜l̴͏̶̧͘ę̵̡ ̸̢t҉҉̢o̴̵ ̴͢͟͝͞ę̨̀s̶̶ç̴̛̛͟a̸̧͜͞p̷̸͏e̵̢̨ ͟t̡̕͡h͞e̢ ̢͠p̵̡a̡̢̡̕i̸̧n͜͟,̨̧̢ ̨͞҉̕e̶̵͜҉͘v̶̢͢͢ę̕͢҉̡n͜͟ ̢̡́͜i̧͢ņ̵ ̴̨̡̛ǹ̵̷҉o̵̷n̕̕-̢͜͟͏͏e̶x͘͏í̀͜͡s̨̀͘t̡̨̛̕͜e̸̷͟͠͝n̕͢͝͠ç̷̴ę҉.̸͠͝ ̡̕͟͝e҉̛͡v̀͝e͏r͏̡̛̕͘y͝͡͡ ̧͟͡͡m̧̧i͘҉̶̡͞t̴̸͟ę̢͝͞ ̡͏̵́͘ơ͟͝͡f̶̸͠͡ ͘͡t҉̷̧͘ḩ̧̀͢e̸̴̕͘͟i̸̵̶̢͝ŕ͢͜ ҉̴͘͟͞é̀̕x̶̀͢i͏̛̀͜s̷̡̕͠t̵͢ą̷̵͠n҉̨̡c̨͜͞e̸̛͟ ̛̀͢͝͞ş̵͘͟͠h̷̸̨̢͞á̀͝l͟͡҉l̵̸̢̕ ̵̨̛̕͟b̴̶̴e̴҉̨̛ ̵̀҉e͡͞r͏͟a̶҉̡͠͝s͡͞e̢͠͠d҉̢̧̕͢,̵͘͞͡ ̀͘s̶͢l̛͝͏̸̷ǫ̴̴̀͡w̷̧l̷͞y̵̨̡̧̨,̵̛ ͠p̛͜͢a̷͟͏́į̀́͝͡n̷̨̛͟f͘͜͠͝ư̶̴̕͠ļ̕͝l̷̡͘͞y͏̷̀́,̶͟ ̨̧̧͞a̢͜͢f̨҉̴̢̧t̴̴̕͏e̷̴͞r̵̴̢͡ ̀̕͏w͏҉͘͞h̷̢͟i̶͢ćh̢҉ ̛ţ̵̴̨͢h̀͢e̸͢͏̡y̛͞ ̵̛͝w̵͘͠į̶́͟l͜͟l̸̷͘͠͞ ̛̀͜͝͞b̵̵͢e̕͞͠͞ ̨͢b̵҉̸͢͜r͞͏̧͞o͘͜u͟͏̷̢̀g̵̷͘̕͠h̶̛t̵́͞ ̵̛b̧̀҉͠a̢̧̛c̨̢k̢̧,̛̀ ͢͢á̶̸ǹ͘d̕͜͝͏͢ ̵̴̶͟t̕͠͠h̨҉̷͏e̷̕͢͏̡ ̀̀͜c͜y̡̢c̸͘͝l҉҉e̷̛ ͏҉́͝r̨̀͞ęp̸̢͜e҉̴a̕t̕͏e̶̕͠d̨̛͟͟.̶́ ̸̨́s̛̕͡҉u͜͟ç̸̷̀͟ḩ́ ̶͘͢͝ẃ̢i͠҉͏́͜l̶͜͢l̛͜ ̷̢͟͞b͏̡͟é̸̛͡͡ ̡ţ̶̛͟͢h͜͟e҉͏̶̴͜i҉̸r͏̴̧̕̕ ͏́̕r̴̨͘͡ȩ̴̛͘͜a҉s̷͟͢͟o̵͘͞͞ń͘͞ ̸̡̡̛͡f̷̵̕̕o̷͘͏r̷͢͝ ̸e̛͟͝҉̵x̡͘͘ì̸ś̸̸͡t̴̸͜͞i͘͏ń͘͘͡͝g̸̷҉͢ ̸͢͝-̢͡҉̸ ͏͘t̨͘͝ǫ̷̕ ̀͜͡s̢͏̡͠u̵̧͘͜f͟͜͝͏f̴͞e̕͜͞͝r͞.̷̀͝͝
Good enough of a punishment?
6439864 this why binary rifle. Imigene the feeling your whole body burning away. Cell for cell, moecule for molecule until nothing is left, nit even a bloodstain.
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Not to mention the crew of the Pheonix, especially Sasha.
Yikes. Clank went Dirty Harry!
And NOT TWILIGHT AGAIN!!
k the hell yes...
Okay, that's it. Tigger! Bring up that list of weaponry.
"From when you wanted to destroy Vox?"
Yes. And add in the following:
Wolverine gauntlets.
"Still on order. The special alloys are taking a while."
Mad Hammer?
"Special loan from Mario himself."
Plasma grenades!
"Fifty count!"
12-gauge, double-barreled Remington shotgun.
"This is our BOOMSTICK!"
Mythril-enhanced chainsaw?
"Groovy."
Okami Amaterasu?
"She's on her way, and if her little flea friend is to be believed, snarling in rage."
That'll go good with the Mini-Smaug. And finally...is IT ready?
"Oh yeah. It's ready."
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6439864 If we are going down that path, allow me the time contact the Dark Eldar. Those guys have not only perfected torture as an art form, but also use the suffering of their victims as a power source. Their technology and society relies on causing suffering and pain. They would be fitting allies in our quest to rid the multiverse of these pests.
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I like it, but it must be a more brutal PUNISHMENT!
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That sounds PAINfull, but it also seems like its an instant DEATH and we have to make it as slow a DEATH as possible
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Contact them, they might be able to help me with the TORTURE I have in mind for Luna.
After all, we have to make them SUFFER
6439864 Cry HAVOC AND LET SLIP THE HOUNDS OF WAR!!!!
6440265 I say that we use the Unwind method.
There is a book in which teens are sometimes turned into donor parts while they are alive and conscious, but under extremely heavy pain suppressants. They are literally cut apart and distributed all around the world as organ transplants, new limbs, or replaced body parts.
Lets do that, without the pain relief, and then put them back together just not correctly. It will be painful, eternal, and like Frankenstein's monster torture. Hell, we can have some mental breakdowns when the damned souls see how they have been stitched back up walking on their hands, blood permanently flowing to their head, parts of their face in the wrong places and even backwards. It wIlL bE BRutaL
6440265 I have set it on slow burn. One hit and they will burn away. Yes. One hit anyware.