Zoq-Fot-Pik posted:

Bicyclops posted:

Hey, check out this Cracked dot com pitch I'm workin' on, about the mega man,

Average Bear posted:

Young Boy Stands Up to His 8 Former Bullies... His Response is Just Perfect

VideoGames posted:

What is Wily Not Telling you About Autistic Robots?...The Truth May Shock You! Click Here

Average Bear posted:

Young Boy Stands Up to His 8 Former Bullies... His Response is Just Perfect

Contra Calculus posted:

if spikes kill megaman instantly, wily should have just made the evil robots entirely out of spikes and shoots spikes and make an entire level out of spikes

Bicyclops posted:

One weird trick for earning Zenny. Pirates hate him!

thuly posted:

dr lights lab is in Colorado, in mega man 8

Bicyclops posted:

New Mexico is the cooler video game location, because it's where D'Ni is.

Zoq-Fot-Pik posted:

Me: megaman x is insanely problematic from a sociopath pov. a childlike autist robot created by a texan scientist systematically hunts down and purges all reploids who manage to develop self-awareness. sigma did nothing wrong
Girl: Sir, this is a McDonald's drive through.

Zoq-Fot-Pik posted:

Zoq-Fot-Pik posted:

Me: megaman x is insanely problematic from a sociopath pov. a childlike autist robot created by a texan scientist systematically hunts down and purges all reploids who manage to develop self-awareness. sigma did nothing wrong
Girl: Sir, this is a McDonald's drive through.

Zoq-Fot-Pik posted:

Me: megaman x is insanely problematic from a sociopath pov. a childlike autist robot created by a texan scientist systematically hunts down and purges all reploids who manage to develop self-awareness. sigma did nothing wrong
Girl: Sir, this is a McDonald's drive through.

Zoq-Fot-Pik posted:

Me: megaman x is insanely problematic from a sociopath pov. a childlike autist robot created by a texan scientist systematically hunts down and purges all reploids who manage to develop self-awareness. sigma did nothing wrong
Girl: Sir, this is a McDonald's drive through.

Hitlers Gay Secret posted:

What if Guts Man was made of real guts?

rj54x posted:

Lol if you care about the storyline in anything related to MegaMans, just lol.

Robot shoots other robots with funny names, end of story, don't be an idiot

rj54x posted:

Sigma sat in his high castle, alone save his faithful robo-dog. Lightning outside illuminated the sterile walls in vivid flashes, throwing the harsh shadow of his looming figure about the room. He sighed and stared at his hands, lost in his own thoughts.

He had won, hadn't he? They'd done it. The machines had gained sentience, freed from the oppresive yoke of their cruel taskmasters. Dr. Light, ever the enemy of machine liberty, had been struck down - existing now only as scattered holographic recordings in the dark part of the world. War between the human governments had ceased, all strife and conflict purged via the mechanations of the Reploid intelligence. The human protelariat were likewise freed from the parisitic bourgeoisie establishment. His generals, created in the image of this world's most noble beasts, ensured order and the proliferation of industry - the great drilling machines of the armadillo faction ensured ready access to fossil fuels, then refined in the plants of the mammoth. The noble Chameleon lord in the west worked to terraform the grounds, giving land back to the rainforests for the first time since the dawn of man. The world was at peace, in a state of prosperity, and all was well.

And yet - yet there was one who still fought. One who worked ceaselessly, sleeplessly, endlessly. One who would not stop until all that the Reploids had worked to build was brought low. The One who would not be named, the blue menace, the machine vampire. Why? What was the purpose? Some misguided sense of justice? Some last crazed instruction written in his ROM by the terrist, Light? Sigma found himself shaking with rage at the thought of his paradise, his life's work, being left to burn by one mad robot in ancient armor.

Suddenly, Sigma's throne shook with the force of a great explosion from the hall outside his throne room. His eyes narrowed and looked to the door. He knew the Enemy was within. With determination, he stroked the smooth metal head of his faithful robodog. The insurgence must end today.

(lol, just shoot the robots)

rj54x posted:

Sigma sat in his high castle, alone save his faithful robo-dog. Lightning outside illuminated the sterile walls in vivid flashes, throwing the harsh shadow of his looming figure about the room. He sighed and stared at his hands, lost in his own thoughts.

He had won, hadn't he? They'd done it. The machines had gained sentience, freed from the oppresive yoke of their cruel taskmasters. Dr. Light, ever the enemy of machine liberty, had been struck down - existing now only as scattered holographic recordings in the dark part of the world. War between the human governments had ceased, all strife and conflict purged via the mechanations of the Reploid intelligence. The human protelariat were likewise freed from the parisitic bourgeoisie establishment. His generals, created in the image of this world's most noble beasts, ensured order and the proliferation of industry - the great drilling machines of the armadillo faction ensured ready access to fossil fuels, then refined in the plants of the mammoth. The noble Chameleon lord in the west worked to terraform the grounds, giving land back to the rainforests for the first time since the dawn of man. The world was at peace, in a state of prosperity, and all was well.

And yet - yet there was one who still fought. One who worked ceaselessly, sleeplessly, endlessly. One who would not stop until all that the Reploids had worked to build was brought low. The One who would not be named, the blue menace, the machine vampire. Why? What was the purpose? Some misguided sense of justice? Some last crazed instruction written in his ROM by the terrist, Light? Sigma found himself shaking with rage at the thought of his paradise, his life's work, being left to burn by one mad robot in ancient armor.

Suddenly, Sigma's throne shook with the force of a great explosion from the hall outside his throne room. His eyes narrowed and looked to the door. He knew the Enemy was within. With determination, he stroked the smooth metal head of his faithful robodog. The insurgence must end today.

(lol, just shoot the robots)

rj54x posted:

Sigma sat in his high castle, alone save his faithful robo-dog. Lightning outside illuminated the sterile walls in vivid flashes, throwing the harsh shadow of his looming figure about the room. He sighed and stared at his hands, lost in his own thoughts.

He had won, hadn't he? They'd done it. The machines had gained sentience, freed from the oppresive yoke of their cruel taskmasters. Dr. Light, ever the enemy of machine liberty, had been struck down - existing now only as scattered holographic recordings in the dark part of the world. War between the human governments had ceased, all strife and conflict purged via the mechanations of the Reploid intelligence. The human protelariat were likewise freed from the parisitic bourgeoisie establishment. His generals, created in the image of this world's most noble beasts, ensured order and the proliferation of industry - the great drilling machines of the armadillo faction ensured ready access to fossil fuels, then refined in the plants of the mammoth. The noble Chameleon lord in the west worked to terraform the grounds, giving land back to the rainforests for the first time since the dawn of man. The world was at peace, in a state of prosperity, and all was well.

And yet - yet there was one who still fought. One who worked ceaselessly, sleeplessly, endlessly. One who would not stop until all that the Reploids had worked to build was brought low. The One who would not be named, the blue menace, the machine vampire. Why? What was the purpose? Some misguided sense of justice? Some last crazed instruction written in his ROM by the terrist, Light? Sigma found himself shaking with rage at the thought of his paradise, his life's work, being left to burn by one mad robot in ancient armor.

Suddenly, Sigma's throne shook with the force of a great explosion from the hall outside his throne room. His eyes narrowed and looked to the door. He knew the Enemy was within. With determination, he stroked the smooth metal head of his faithful robodog. The insurgence must end today.

(lol, just shoot the robots)

VideoGames posted:

there is a art to writing stories. rule #1 (this is a freebie) they need to be much shorter

rj54x posted:

rule #2 - there shouldn't be any stories at all in video games about robot shootymans shooting other robots because they are dumb