Hey you, you're finally awake. You were trying to cross the bor-
Reference Skyrim again, Krusha, and you will be fired! From my cannon!
Erm, sorry, boss...
Now, where was I...? Ah, yes. *Ahem* Welcome, mysterious pink robot! You are now a passenger on the Gangplank Galleon! And it would appear you have taken quite the battle damage...
(I heard that.) Fortunately for you, my friend, I know just the person to patch you up...
Ah, greedings! Mein name is Baron K. Roolenstein! Und vu must be mein new patient! Wunderbar!
Not to vorry, mein dear friend! Zis vill only last one brief moment...
...Can I just run a normal pizza business?
*Sigh* Fair enough...
Moto, watch over the place while I'm gone. If anyone questions why the windows look different on the inside than they are on the outside, just tell them they're decorative one-sided mirrors. If that doesn't buy it, just offer them a medium pizza on the house.
Papyrus, keep working on those pizzas. And for the love of Matt, let the waiter actually do his job. Things'll get done much faster that way.
And Reggae, you-
...If you don't mind me asking, Reggae... What exactly is it that you're trying to do?
I'm trying to enter the portal! Enter the portal, SQUAWK! But it won't let me! Won't let me!
Reggae... That portal only allows for good guys to enter.
...But aren't I a good guy? A good guy, squawk?
Aren't you still loyal to Wily or something?
...Fair enough. Fair enough.
Just keep the children entertained... And away from the portal, while we're at it.
Quartet Enterprises.
You have my thanks for dealing with the clone invasion, but something possible even worse has come! The sky is red for whatever reason, and chaos is being ensued throughout the entire city!
Ah. Mayor Dorado.
Listen. Whatever magic your corporation managed to work around the whole world, you've gotta do it again. Crime rates are rising, people are *dying*-- I don't even know how to describe i--
Mayor. I respectfully urge you to cease your constant fretfulness. We here at Quartet Enterprises are doing our best to maintain peace and spread useful utilities for all sorts of citizens. As a matter of fact...
Wh-YOU CAN'T JUST DO THAT!!
Oh, but I can!
ExCUSE me?!
Surge Man was a fool for thinking he could uphold a quiet status quo. But he was right about something: "Heroes don't exist. Neither do villains. It's nothing more than an act."
The rift and the Crystal Coconut may have ideas of who's "good", who's "evil", and even who's "pure of heart", but I have my own. And I can change them.
Morality, purity, anything short of a measly three restrictions...they're just glorified house rules!
And I am more than just a house guest.
Alright, can somebody explain to me what in the name of M-
M-M-Ma-M-M-Ma-Ma-Ma-
Great Matt himself! Wh-what a pleasant gift it is! To be in your presence! But, um, if you don't mind me...
Alright, Ghost. Apparently, Matt is aware of this roleplay. So what did you do!?
WHAT!? You can't possibly think I'm the one responsible for any of this! It was that Dark Prince guy! ...Well, technically, it's Null's fault, but-
Both of you, relax. This has nothing to do with this roleplay being created.
Oh, whew. Thank goodness. We're not in any trouble.
Oh, no, you still are in a lot of trouble. The entire Omniverse is, and we must do what we can to fix that.
With all due respect, Mr. Matt, how exactly are we suppose to stop any of this? There's too many of them out there!
You will all need to unlock your true potentials, like Beta Shadow already has. You each have a special power. A GIFT. You are all the Chosen Ones, destined to protect the Omniverse. And that's why you were called here.
...In this realm, you can train as much as necessary, without interference from your enemies... But to stop the calamity that has befallen the Chaos Zone, you will need to train harder than you ever had before, and reach new heights. And we have to start right now.
True potential? You mean that even us Reapers have it in us to do even MORE bullSQUAWK than before?
Entity: Matt. Class: Matt. Subclass: Matt.
So...If he's here...then maybe I can finally get my revenge...
Status report!
Temperature dropping sir! Reactor one damaged.
Rear Canapoy compromised!
Why are they attacking us?!?
We need to make contact with at least one of them.
You know, this song isn't so bad.
Speak of the dragon...
Hello?
Wait a moment. Is that song-
Grandmaster Nyan! It's alive! Our masters have returned! They've returned!
Alt Rock. This is your master speaking. A time of crisis has approached this world. You have come here to protect the people of this city.
*scoff* Oh, really? And I thought this universe was all talk. Maybe I'll get to kick someone elses' can too.
It would be most wise of you to abandon that mentality while you still have the option to. You do not know the potential dangers this world could hold if so desired.
...Fair enough. It's not like there can't be other strong beings here.... not that I've seen any yet (well, besides you).
...I will ask you again. Are you positive that you can handle any of this?
Lord Hades.... If I wasn't. I wouldn't be here.
"...Fair Enough". Though I once again press you to take this seriously. if you ever, in any point of battle, are near fatal condition with no way out, do not hesitate to flee. You have my best regards.
.....The sky is red.
WHY is the sky red?
...Ah, forget it. I'm probably just tripping. One nap's worth will bring everything back to normal.
Oookay. This is actually happening. Yeah, nope, not doing this. Staying inside.
*sigh*
Well, I guess that plan's out of the question. I can't fight back against a force who wants to do something "permanently" without us getting trapped in a song that never ends.
Not that I can't orchestrate anything down here, of course!
Pardon?
I've learned just how free I can be in this world when I want to be. What makes you think you can hold a note like me?
And unlike you, I care about balance.
Balance? You must be off-key. Haven't you heard? "in a place like this, we aren't limited to our past potential."
Don't think you can use just any words you hear to give yourself the high ground.
This world isn't balanced in any usual sense of the word. But there is a form of balance.
Doesn't it seem suspicious that nobody else was around to take as much advantage of the Chaos Zone's power as you did until you started spurring madness?
The people of this world care about fun. And forgive me for using a quote myself, but "If it's not fun, why bother?"
Now, I'm no fourth wall-breaking narrator figure. But I have just as much power to put you in your place.
So I'll make you a deal: You stop actively trying to put a wrench in rules written to keep the story relatively stable. You keep your power within even the likes of the less active powerhouses of darkness. And I, in return, will not scale you down to nothingness.
...
...very well. I shall rewrite my eulogy for this world. And if I must, I will lower my octaves.
So, uh, Cranky-
...uh, sorry, force of habit...
Mr. Donkey Kong Sr., what exactly is the "omni-meme" you and Lagnus were talking about earlier? What can an omni-meme do?
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