Presented is a partial intro for MOT Episode #109. Wandy, eDan, Race, feel free to add any other things to it if needed. [Note: I'd prefer if it's JUST Wandy, Race, and eDan who can add to this if that's alright.]
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Dream City. Population 3,475,000. Almost all of them are either permanently deranged or horrifyingly evil. In short, it isn’t different than New York City on national holidays. It is the home to the Octagon Rumble, and also home to warring factions and splinter groups bent on controlling the precious city. Okay, to put it honestly, it wasn’t too much like that. But there WERE factions running around, tipping over cars, spray painting walls in weird day-glo patterns, and actually running lucrative side-businesses. It all seemed in equilibrium.
Then it happened.
In the Dream City Shoryuken, the local paper, ran a disturbing article on the double lives of some of the OR’s notable stars. It even had pictures. But these weren’t normal pictures. These were scandalous pictures.
It showed the Spanish Inquisitor at a local pet shop... cuddling a cute little Cocker Spaniel.
It showed Vidstudent in the local library...reading the Principia Discordia.
It showed Burghy at a local university...lecturing on the evils of force used to solve world affairs.
It showed two certain members of Team Outre...in a rather compromising position. And it wasn't Falc and A.o.D.
[Yeah, thank God for that.]
It showed Jumpy...at a salad bar.
There were many other pictures and documents which threatened to scar the reputations of many of the well-known citizens of Dream City as well.
On the back page was a message, simply saying "There's plenty more where that came from. If you wish to prevent your reputation from being tattered, send a classified and I'll get in touch with you..." The message was signed R.J.
This paper began events which led up to over a thousand arrests, sixteen murders, the burning of the newspaper office, and the irreparable mental scarrings of six quasi-ignorant citizens.
All in all, rather bad, really.
[cue song]
In the metropolis of Dream City,
A bit down Hibiki Lane,
There's an abandoned and run down Cineplex,
Called the Theater of Pain.
It's inhabited by the MMK
And his other buddies who are AOK.
They have a good life and are quite content,
Excepting for those crappy fics and lemons they reseeent!
[MMK: I am damn unsatisfied to be watching this!]
The Racewing's in the film room,
with his partner in crime Zahid, (tra la la)
They got ahold of some tentacle fic,
To disrupt Knight's Freudian id. (tra la la)
Now keep in mind Knight can't control
when this stuff begins or ends. (tra la la)
Kos he's quite busy with Gavok and Snot,
And the rest of his OR frieeends.
Bwaaaaaah...
OR ROLL CALL
Gavok! (Know your role, jabronie!)
MMK! (Sweet mother of Flutie!)
eDangelist! (It's all Nere's fault...)
Nere! (I got a gun!)
R. Jak! ([SMACK!])
Snooooooooooot! (I'm still short!)
If you're wondering how they eat or breath,
or other crap like that. (tra la la)
Just shut the hell up and sit your ass down,
And just read this, you prat!
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"Look, Mister Keio, it's that simple. No merchandise, and I post the pics. It's not really my fault. It was YOUR fault for being in that gay bar in the red light district in the first place."
A pause.
"No, I'm not sure I believe you were just there for a beer, and I don't believe the public would believe that too. It's just not plausible. Just give me the merchandise as directed and we'll just have the picture disappear, shall we?"
Another pause.
"Yes, that's right. The price is five wax boxes of 2000 BBM Japanese baseball cards and a case of Poccari Sweat. Non negotiable."
Another pause.
"Well, that's you're problem, isn't it? You find it and send it to the PO Box and the picture doesn't get posted. Of course, that doesn't cover for the MPEG. That's gonna be an additional case of the Sweat."
Pause.
"What do you mean, what MPEG? The one with you dressed in a fuku. THAT MPEG."
Another pause.
"Nice to do business with you too sir. Bye."
Ryan Jakobi, AKA “Ripper Jak”, hung up the phone and went back to work.
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[Sequence in which Racewing is rather upset about being blackmailed for something (that I leave to you, Race. ^_^]
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It was kind of easy for R. Jak to operate in relative obscurity. He leased an apartment in the rather unfrequented end of the Capcom RPG community in Dream City, Coursair Heights to be exact. It was easy to keep up with the rent and there was a parking space for his Vulture class heavy Mech in the spacious garage. It’s something that would normally cause suspicion in, say, another city. But this being Dream City, people drove strange things to begin with.
The apartment was nice, too. There was a small kitchen, a bathroom with a shower, and a main living space with enough room for an air matress, a TV with attached Dreamcast, and a very up to date computer. On the coffee table rested R. Jak’s ticket for blackmail. It was A.o.D’s laptop, which he inadvertently taken after he left a downtown theater that showed a PJ fanfiction.
Jak didn’t know it at first, but that laptop had at least a full gigabyte of incriminating evidence gathered from certain residents in Dream City. It also had Photoshop, which gave the potential for making more incriminating evidence. Rather an interesting haul, that laptop. Hate to think what A.o.D. would do to get it back.
Jak didn’t think about that much. He was too busy getting money and valuable merchandise from willing citizens. No skin off his back.
He was busy working on his website when the DOS prompt opened up. There was a message, flashing upon the black screen. "Ripper Jak. The Racewing has you."
Jak froze, then looked at the monitor. He looked behind the computer. There was no connection to the internet. How could…
"Follow the bouncing Z." The monitor read now.
There was an eerie silence. Then Jak tried to turn off the computer. Nothing happened.
“Knock, knock, RJ."
There was a knock.
It took a few seconds for Jak’s heart to start working again. He took a deep breath, but the knocking started again. He finally walked to the door and opened it slightly.
"Password?" Jak said finally.
“Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law,” came the response.
Jak gave a sigh of relief and opened the door, letting in a pale youth wearing a blue and gray jacket.
“Didn’t know you were busy,” the figure apologized.
“You’re early,” Jak responded. He sat down into his chair. “You have the material?"
The youth produced a simple brown package, which Jak unwrapped, revealing eight packs of Men’s Pocky. He nodded his approval, got up and pushed aside the picture of Toshiro Mifune, revealing a safe. It opened, and Jak withdrew a brown manila folder with the words "Racewing file" emblazoned on the front with a Sharpie.
"Hallelujah," the youth said as Jak handed him the file. "You're my savior, man. My own personal Jesus Christ."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Jak asked.
"Nothing. Nothing at all."
"Thought so. Be careful. If you get caught using that and..."
"I know," the youth said patiently. "I got it from Wandy cause Racewing called him “Tommy” too many times and you have never existed and you don’t have A.o.D’s laptop."
"Very good."
The youth looked at Jak and frowned. "Something wrong, man? You look like crap."
"Not much to do here," Jak explained. “Three megs of strategy games, forty megs of MP3s, a decent internet connection, a mecha in the garage that needs an overhaul, all the Pocky I can eat. Can’t really exercise much." Jak smirked. Then he thought of something. "Tell me, you ever have that feeling where you're not sure if you're awake or still dreaming?"
"I don't follow," the youth replied.
"Well, take Urusei Yatsura for instance. Remember that time when all of the students were dressed like Nazis during that school festival and Ataru’s friend tries to bring a Panzer into the school and it ends up in the swimming pool? And then that dream guy comes and that supervisor talks about Urashima Taro? You know, that fisherman dude who went into the sea and came out eighty years later? And then everyone disappears and Ataru ends up in the room full of girls in bikinis, but he doesn’t see Lum so he goes back to the real world. Ever feel like that?”
“No."
Jak sighed "Yeah. Should have guessed that."
The youth shook his head. "Hey, it just sounds to me like you need to unplug, man. You know, get some R and R. I know this theater downtown that shows..."
“Ho no!" Jak protested. "I’ve seen what you people consider entertainment. Count me out."
"Come on, man. You did me and my group a favor, and now I do you a favor."
Jak then thought back to the computer. "What did you say your name was again?" he asked finally.
"Zahid," the youth said. "The bouncer."
That settled it.
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[scene where the Hoolegons pull up in front of the theater next to a Vulture class Heavy mech parked outside. Degenerates when they meet up with Jak and Snot, who had managed to crowbar the theater door open. ]
“SNOT!” eDan and Nere shouted simultaneously.
“Who?” R. Jak asked.
And that’s when the outside doors shut and locked themselves.
“Aw shit,” Snot replied.
[Racewing’s intro, shooing into the theater, and beginning scenes I leave to you guys.]