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smash_logs2012-01-27 10:42 pm
notstevejobs) wrote in smash_logs2012-01-27 10:42 pm
The Match You Never Dreamed of: Russian Electrobear vs. Filthy Inventionlad: A Rope Made of Sand
Who: Apple Kid, Volgin, Spectators
What: A sparring match
Where: The Stadium
When: Futuredated to Thurs. Feb. 2nd
Warnings: As this thread involves Volgin, it will involve violence and swearing and rubber suits. The addition of Apple Kid invokes none of these.
Apple Kid was signed up for this tournament thing. He wasn't even aware that he was in Smash Fundamentals (he wasn't). But somehow his name had appeared on the signup sheet. Was this a trick? Had someone played an awful joke on our rotund hero? Someone who didn't like smells or inventions, probably.He was an NPC, therefore he wasn't supposed to fight.
But he was registered, and it seemed wrong to not go along with the whole ordeal. He'd spent a week trying to invent things that might be useful in his battle. Of course, useful in his own mind... So who knows if anyone else in the world would consider them useful. But here he was. Strange things poked out of his pockets; his mouse had left and been replaced with sundry articles, the purpose of which only Apple Kid could divine.
He stood around and waited for whatever was to come his way. The day was likely to be memorable.
What: A sparring match
Where: The Stadium
When: Futuredated to Thurs. Feb. 2nd
Warnings: As this thread involves Volgin, it will involve violence and swearing and rubber suits. The addition of Apple Kid invokes none of these.
Apple Kid was signed up for this tournament thing. He wasn't even aware that he was in Smash Fundamentals (he wasn't). But somehow his name had appeared on the signup sheet. Was this a trick? Had someone played an awful joke on our rotund hero? Someone who didn't like smells or inventions, probably.
But he was registered, and it seemed wrong to not go along with the whole ordeal. He'd spent a week trying to invent things that might be useful in his battle. Of course, useful in his own mind... So who knows if anyone else in the world would consider them useful. But here he was. Strange things poked out of his pockets; his mouse had left and been replaced with sundry articles, the purpose of which only Apple Kid could divine.
He stood around and waited for whatever was to come his way. The day was likely to be memorable.
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Maybe he should have been more wary of robots that launched soda cans and whatever happened to be inside of them. He never was terribly fond of soda machines either; the one next to the cafeteria ate his change. Not to mention no one was allowed to be privy to the fact that he did something so disgustingly capitalistic as enjoy American soda.
(It did not taste like what he had back in the day, either, he might add.)
Meanwhile, Apple Kid was allowed a few seconds of precious time as Volgin regained his senses and overcame the sugary pain of his self-inflicted stupidity.