Cerulean's eyes light up as you agree, and she then slinks to move next to Lord Gamington.
"Let us Dance, Dance to the rhythm then!" he claps his hands. "Power to the COGS!"
And with that he and the rest of the Cog-Minions depart.
"Cog-Cog-Cog!"
Enjoy the Carnage"So, what's the plan?" Cerulean asks hesitantly to Gamington, who maneuvers the Zeppelin all the way to the Super-Steam Market. Big and wide pipes of steam erupt from the massive altar of consumerism known to everyone as THE SUPERMARKET. It is, after all, SUPER.
"Plan?" Gamington cogs his head to the side. You got that? Not 'Cocks' but 'Cogs'.
He waits for a moment. Then sighs. "No Succubus to bring the dirty joke further..." shaking his head, he returns to his business of guiding the zeppelin.
"COG MINIONS!" he roars, shaking Cerulean out of her perplexity. She wasn't understanding the joke at all.
"Cog-Cog-Compute!"
"We shall know no Error! Computing by Zero shall be our pledge!"
"COG! COG! Error Thirty-Two bzzt! Cog!"
Then he looks at Cerulean, who hesitantly tries... "Hur...rah?" timidly raising her right goo-fist up.
"HURRAH! BEGIN ORBITAL DEPLOYMENT!"
"Orbital...deployment?" Cerulean hungs her head low. Next time, she'd remain at home.
Mixed Mission!
Des side:
1d12= 6+ 2(Gamington!)+1 (Sidekick bonus)+ 2( Cog-Minions!)= 11!
Con side:
1d12= 10+0+1(sidekick bonus)= 11!
There is no police!
There is a hero!
Gamington then parks the zeppelin and rolls towards the Super-steam market. His dark minions and Cerulean follow him, as he carefully makes his way past the sliding doors, grabs a supermarket steam charriot, and then begins to use it along the rails of the innerworking market to pick at whatever stuff he needs from the aisles as the carriage goes on.
Whistling.
Cerulean looks around wide-eyed. "Is this a trainyard?"
"No, it's a Super-Steam-Market! You sit on the charriot, grab what you need, and follow the rails! No time wasting! No stupid crying kids heard over the whistling of steam! Everything is cheap! Everything is available!"
"Ah..." she moves her hand out like a whip and grabs a package of sweets. She then slightly blushes when Gamington stares at her. "I like these..." she whispers. "I can pay it!"
Gamington shakes his head. "Keep it! We're here for...aha! Engine rail, here we come!"
That said, he grabs a few more boxes of the same mark of Sweets that Cerulean seems to like. Just for testing purposes, of course.
"Are you all ready to dance with me, Cog-Minions!?" he roars as soon as he leaves the charriot. The cog minions nod.
"GO FORTH!"
And with that, they start running around sowing chaos and grabbing what they need.
"You four!" he points at a family. "START DANCING OR I WILL POKE YOU WITH MY CANE TO DEATH!"
The terrorized family starts dancing...well, 'trembling with style' is more apt a method.
"I AM LORD GAMINGTON! DANCER EXTRAORDINAIRE!" he then turns and winks to Cerulean. "You must always make them scared out of their mind, so they won't..."
"STOP RIGHT THERE!"
A man wearing...a red cape, and a pair of boxers...appears suddenly in the middle of the corridor. He has a bright red B made of his chest-air, and he laughs out loud.
"I AM BOXER-MAN! Guardian of the Lingerie Shelf! My manliness knows no bound!"
"There's a kid in here!" Gamington snarls pointing to Cerulean. "Go elsewhere!"
"She's a monster, we all know monsters don't count," the man scoffs off, waving the argument away and standing in his battle position.
"Now, bring it on!" he roars charging forth.
"I'll Give you 'monsters don't count'!" Gamington retorts.
1d12=3+6(Lance of Cane? Cain of staff?)+2(Gamington)+2 (Minions) +1(Cerulean-Assist!) vs 1d12= 8+ 1 (The Power of Stupidity!) + 2 (I shall Guard This Underwear with My Life!) = 14 Vs 11 = 3!
The Cog Minions scratch the Underwear Box-wearing scandal, before Cerulean charges ahead slapping him angrily with her Goo-like whip-limb. Finally, Lord Gamington stabs him a bit.
It's not enough, but it's good to draw first blood.
"Now you made me mad! BOXER POWERS, ACTIVATE!" his cape starts to flutter behind him, as twin red gloves appear over his hands. "I am BOXER-MAN! ONE SHOT K.O!"
1d12= 6+ 2 (Destruction) + 2 (The Power Of Stupidity!) + 2 (One-Shot Punch!) vs 1d12= 8+ 2(Gamington) + 1 (Cerulean) + 2 (Cog-Minions) = 12 vs 13= +1!
Gamington dances gracefully, making a pirouette while holding everyone else around him and thus dodging the blow completely.
"We are the Cogs! We dance with mechanical Grace! COMPUTATION ATTACK!"
1d12+ 2 (Cog Minions) = 7+2= 9 Vs 1d12= 2+ 2(Des) +2 (Power of Stupidity) 9vs6 3!
1d12 7 + 2 (Gamington) + 1 (sidekick bonus) Vs 1d12= 5 + 2 + 2 10 vs 9 =1!
The Cog-Minions spin wildly forward, their cog-like arms and bodies showing off rust-filled bits to scratch at Boxer-Men.
"LET THE POWER OF TETANUS SHOW YOU THE WAY TO SUFFERING!" Gamington cackles madly, before thrusting his lance forth and nicking away a mustache from the enemy Boxer.
Cerulean scribbles down behind him.
"I shall never be defeated!" Boxer-Man is wounded, but he still stands...gurgling blood out of his mouth, he exhales. "Very Well then! Let this be my brightest hour! BURNING GLOVES OF SELF-DESTRUCTION!"
1d12=9 + 2 + 3 (The Power of Stupidity!) + 8 (Turning the Tables Through Stupid!) Vs 1d12= 10 + 2 (Gamington!) + 2 (The Cogs!) + 1 (Sidekick!)= 22 Vs 15, -7!
Gamington dances -6 away!
The attack pushes through the Dance-Dance defense, but all that it does is take down two Cog-Minions who were too slow to properly follow the Rhythm.
Then the Stupid Hero gurgles and falls down on his knees.
Gamington knocks him out cold and snorts.
"Stupid Hero, why you so stupid?"
He looks at the remaining minions. "Let's wrap it up, minions!"
"Cog. Cog."
Cerulean slowly slides forward until Gamington is out of sight looking elsewhere...
And then she suffocates the Boxer-Man, making sure to dissolve his entire head...just to be on the safe side.
"The only good hero is the dead one," she then spits on the body, before surfing forward to catch up with Gamington.
"Everything all right?" he asks, looking at her arrive slightly late.
"Yeah...something I ate made me feel sick..." she replies looking sideways.
"Oh! Right! Dance the pain away then!" he then swings his metallic hips to the side, before handing over a sweet. "Here, let's do something evil and spoil our stomach before dinner."
"Oh..." Cerulean takes the candy, before smiling warmly. "Thanks Uncle Gamington."
"Dance-Dance, to the Rhythm!" he bellows then to a scared family. The mother holds the children -a little girl- close to her, shielding her from the Cog-Minions ravaging through the shelves.
Cerulean nears them quietly, still holding on to the sweet Gamington gave her.
"Here," she offers it towards the little girl. She tries to smile. "We'll be on our way soon...nothing to be scared of..."
"Stay away!" the mother slaps the candy out of Cerulean's hand, but as she does so her wrist remains attached. Cerulean just smiles.
"
You shouldn't have done that."
Afterwards, there are only Goo-filled clothes on the floor and a wide-eyed kid that Cerulean gently pats on her head. "There you go. Now wait here and don't make a sound, kay? Good. Good Kid."
Then she turns and leaves. The candy remains on the floor. Covered in goo...and dried bits of blood.
Weather the Storm"Hello John, how are things down there at the SUPER-STEAM-MARKET?" the newscaster asks with his usual bright smile.
"It's a massacre Jacob!" John replies screaming. "Boxer-Man was killed! A person is missing! It appears Lord Gamington -that is the name of the monster- has attacked the mall with his Cog-Minions, and a Goo-Girl! Those monsters then made away with..."
"WHY NOT!?" Cerulean's yell reach your ears as you stand up from your throne, and make your way towards the Cargo Bay. You should maybe invest in echo-less walls...or sound-proof piping.
"What you did goes against the ethic of the Dance-Dance! We have Standards!"
"Our Standards involve mutating people!"
"They don't involve cold-blooded murder! It. Does. Not. Compute!"
"The man was a hero! He'd stand back up and kill us eventually! Better to see him dead than back!"
"Still, we have Standards! STANDARDS!"
You finally reach the hangar. Indeed, Gamington is actually not dancing, but pointing his cane at Cerulean who instead is angrily bubbling. When you arrive, they both turn to you.
"DAD!" Cerulean says suddenly. "I'm not wrong, right?"
"Don't call the Overlord in such a familiar way, girl!" Gamington retorts. "He is the Supreme Evilness of Overlordness! He is King Overlord, no, Emperor Overlord...he is Super-Evil-Mega-Lord Overlord!"
"Dad..." she makes wide-doe like eyes. "I didn't do anything wrong, right?"
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