In a heroic effort to give our heroes time to evacuate, Nondescript ordered Nerdynerd and Undercats to flee the scene with Ghostrider, "take him out of here and run!"
Nerdynerd picked the flaming spirit of vengeance up and carried him on his back and along with Captain Undercats made off to find the nearest transport, while more Yannie clones closed in.
Nondescript, looking all calm and composed drew out his sword preparing to meet the clones head on. Behind them another dozen appeared out of the horizon. Fearless, he rushed towards the clones in a blur with the first falling to the ground in half after meeting Nondescript's blade.
The rest jumped on Nondescript screaming, "s+1nkaporeans! s+1nkaporeans!"
In a scene that would bring the movie "300" to shame Nondescript moved in a flurry of martial arts action, twirling and whirling around, kicking a clone down with a knee and slicing off a limp from another clone with a swift swing of his titanium katana. Soon, in slow motion blood spilled everywhere, arms, legs and heads flying. Within moments Nondescript, in a one man show slaughtered fifty Yannie clones, a majority of them with other names.
By then our heroes had found cover behind a fallen military tank, with the mark "STOMP Trooper" printed on it sides. Suddenly the sound of another chopper rang in the air, a UH-60 Black Hawk closing in. Captain Undercats drew out a flare from his utility belt and lit it up. In the background, Nondescript was seen battling with another horde of minions.The chopper finally landed on the roads of a near ruined church, a sound looping from the debris still playing, "Psst! Actually I am.."
Looking at the pilot, Nerdynerd was horrified to see that it was non other than the notorious WinterSoldier. "Now stop staring at me like that and get the f**k in before I put a bullet between your head!" Shouted an angry WinterSoldier. He had surprisingly decided to help out our heroes, probably turned off by Lord Emptyvoid's plot. Shortly after the aircraft took off with Nondescript at the ground holding off the clones until an entire army of armed robots appeared overwhelming the cyborg ninja, apparently the work of our villain.
Nondescript held his sword over his head, prepared to meet his end in a final battle, the scene, a brief silence as the drones surrounded him.
Then, from above an entire squadron of space crafts descended, exchanges of laser beams flew everywhere. From the craft troops of men in white helmets and armour stepped out immediately removing the threat in a fierce combat commandeered by Nondescript. These were the STOMP troopers and police of the STOMP Universe, better known as the STOMP Moderators.
"Nooooo!!" Lord Emptyvoid screamed as he watched the entire scene in his dark secluded lab. "I will have my revenge!" Sworn our villain as a fist hit the table with a loud bang.
Just then, a gigantic missile launcher with four legs launched off a menacing missile, hitting the tail of the UH-60 in mid-air. The impact threw Nerdynerd off the chopper and he fell, while the chopper quickly plunged into the waters below, sirens going off.
Captain Undercats and WinterSoldier safely made their way out of the helicopter and to the surface as the chopper sank, but GhostRider's body was lost and Nerdynerd was nowhere to be seen. Elsewhere near the beaches at St.Jame's parking lot, a flaming Harley Davidson roared to life, metal frames twisting and warped into a mean monstrous bike.
Deep in a dark recess of the Titans Tower, a young man stood looking around at the wreckage around him. His black cape was draped around him as he surveyed the wreckage. He was wearing a red armored vest, green tights and knee armor. A Utility Belt was buckled around his middle and he flexible black boots. A small stylized "RR" decorated his chest plate, and a mask covered his features.
"Looks like a job for RaigonRyker", said the costumed young man as he turned and walked off, disappearing into the darkness as his cape billowed behind him...
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A faint glow in the vicinity got the attention of Captain Undercats, and he signaled to Nerdynerd to make a landing. Amidst the chaos Colonel Nondescript remained calm as he studied the situation on the navigation systems of the Lockheed C-130 Hercules he was flying in.‘Coordinates marked, preparing to land. I repeat, preparing to land.’Nerdynerd was indeed an aerial ace. He piloted the craft through the debris, towards the faint glow that was marked on the coordinates. Switching off the engine of the craft, he plucked out the ignition key and joined Nondescript and Capt Undercats.There was GhostRider, in the struggle between the ethereal and reality. The once fiery flame on his head now glowed faintly, as if it was going off any minute.“This guy is freaking screwed!” yelled NerdyNerd.“We need to give him a ride on our plane towards the nearest center where he can receive medical attention, I suppose,” replied the cool and calm captain.The situation proved him wrong. A huge meteor burning fiercely green crash landed onto the Lockheed C-130 Hercules parked nearby, incinerating their only hope of fast transport. Two Yannie clones emerged from the chaos, rapidly closing in on the four helpless figures.
Under the fireproof covers of his shaking bedroom, GhostRider finished up to the last moans of his princess MengXue. The surroundings of the room were still shaking from the aftermath of the universal catastrophe, and MengXue put on a façade of helplessness. She knew that this was her signal to act all along. Ignoring the wetness between her thighs, she plucked a white collared shirt from her wardrobe standing nearby, casually slipping it on after strapping on her black laced bra. GhostRider, worn out from all the heavy humps, puffs, moans and groans earlier on during his season of foreplay, fell into a deep slumber. It was all going as planned again. MengXue had made another devilish deal with Emptyvoid when it revealed its plans for Armageddon on planet STOMP. Emptyvoid had planned the earthquake and agreed to rescue MengXue as an act of gratitude for financing its earlier successful mission to eliminate SPP. The catastrophe would classify that flaming skull’s death under the category of natural disasters; a perfect excuse for cold blooded murder. The sound of a helicopter buzzing above alerted MengXue. It had to be the help that Emptyvoid promised. To her surprise, the puppy that was piloting the chopper looked hauntingly familiar. She vaguely remembered the times she cuddled that puppy to sleep, yet she could not put a name to the spectacled face. Emptyvoid had a collection of Yannie puppy clones, but this one was obviously male. Then it hit her. “eH mY pRinCesS mEngXuE, hOw aRe eUu doiNg?” It surprised her; Boonsake was back. She recalled the ‘Oomph’ that she silently exclaimed as she helplessly stood there watching his tragic death. She could have sworn that thing was dead, but somehow it got resurrected and now it served Emptyvoid. Her head was buzzing with questions, but the situation called for urgent action. She grabbed on to the paw Boonsake was extending towards her and clung on tightly, taking one last look at that flaming skull that betrayed her trust. In a blur, conked-out daze, the flaming skull looked up drowsily at the hole in the ceiling above. He caught a glimpse of his princess MengXue being rescued by that puppy Boonsake, the same one that got impaled in the crossfire that he future sighted. Deciding that it was just another horrid dream, he dozed off and collapsed into slumberland, along with his entire place of residence.
It was late in the afternoon when GhostRider and Mengxue were busy making babies on The Love Boat when suddenly, the cabin began to tremble violently. Mengxue stopped abruptly and cried, "honey, I'm scared!" "It okay, just another earthquake caused by our passionate love making." GhostRider gleefully remarked and went on about in attempt to fertilize his girlfriend as he dove under the covers. Elsewhere, STOMPers were chattering away in Just Talk Lah when they too felt the tremors. Coffee mugs and glasses started moving, water and coffee formed ripples as the tables shook. There was an immediate silence as heads turned, some in shock looking at their coffee mugs and some looking out the window of the Just Talk Lah cafe. CrystalBelle was seen running around in a fit of panic like a headless chicken, including a furry rabbit soft toy and a large male teddy bear wearing a skirt. The same scene happened, as the tremors hit the diner Yummy Tummy. Soon, there was pure chaos with people ducking under the tables and others screaming the end of the world. The skies darkened and balls of mysterious green flames descended upon the STOMP Universe. The first one hit Campus Chit Chat, a local STOMP university and the entire school was decimated. From beneath the debris emerged a dwarf sized figure with the words patpat2010 printed on it body, it head made of a large pink blob with another two for ears, the words disney for a mouth. While everywhere else the same happened, with troops of shadowy dwarf sized figures descending upon the public like a scene out of Left For Dead. One of them, resembled a dog, gray and black in color with blood shot eyes marked with the words Yannie on it forehead, another resembled a classic Uno card, constantly chanting as it walked, "Only fools donate to charity, Only idiots work for free as volunteers, Only pushovers need friends, Only followers conform to social norms, Only weaklings need motivational quotes, Only softies are ultra polite, Only EMOs need a shoulder to cry on, Only losers need to be part of a group, People who need people are the most pathetic human beings." Provoked by the very sight of the horde, WinterSoldier still chewing on his cigarette, opened fire, whipping out a modified M416. But before he could take out anything at all, he was jumped by Ma cherie and was instantly knocked unconscious as his head hit a nearby lamp post. Fortunately for him, Ma Cherie was not particularly interested as she took a whiff and found WinterSoldier to be indigestible and left. Elsewhere on the roof top of The Workplace, an office resembling that of UOB Building, nondescript observed the scene with a high tech binoculars, clad in a black and gray skin tight bionic bodysuit with a modified katana strapped to his belt and a pistol strapped to his left thigh. "Looks like it has begun." Said nondescript. Cars crashed, traffic disrupted, the entire STOMP Universe was in complete chaos, fueling the noise level caused by folks at a large green patch of grass somewhere in a corner of People's Park with a sign red board reading "Rave and Rant". While shopaholics and tai tai wannabes fled for their dear lives, the Escape! air strip was filled with jet planes, helicopters and jumbo jets taking off.
No one really remembered the Chevy Camaro that was left in the dust for the whole week right? You know, that Chevy Camaro. With a smile plastered on his face, (IAm)Tyrone strode slowly to his old lost blue piece of a treasure. Of course, there was no smile; the faceless one simply beamed with happiness. Having tricked the gullible STOMPers that read into his situation not only once, but twice, he gave a huge smirk. (Oh come on, you guys never expected the Chevy Camaro to reappear again did you? And I bet you overlooked the smile, right?) Again, there was no smirk. He was just simply bursting from the mischief concealed within. He kicked aside that grayish blue bloated carcass aside from his precious vehicle. Somehow, it looked as if the insides of its skull were empty. Perhaps, that blue blob was really hollowed inside his head after all. Once again, machine and master were reunited, hopefully never to part again. He still recalled that bulk of scrotum brains he crashed into. Somehow, that blue skinned twerp had made off with his prized vehicle after murdering a mad yelping dog that screamed in both upper and lower case letters. Today, the sun shone bright and reflected off his shiny, avatarless surface. He strode to his precious vehicle, reaching as usual into his dark jean trousers to retrieve his silver car keys. He was plunging the stem of the key into his car lock when a melancholic groan aroused his curiousity. The sound came from a corner nearby, and he thought that it wouldn’t harm him to take a look. After all, it was his lucky day, and curiousity never really killed anyone except the Undercat. Taking his own sweet time, he strolled to the corner, hoping it was some beauty that had the photogenicity of MengXue and the cleavage of Smittenpoise. Better still if she was injured, that would give him the chance to be that chivalrous knight in shining armor to that damsel in distress, provided it was a damsel of course. The figure looked away from him. Boy, it had a nice, decent figure, at least one that could fulfill his manly fantasies and cage him in contentment for weeks. Putting on a gentlemanlike façade, he attempted his most confident pose, before bending down in pretentious concern. Her long hair was nice, but the two red eyes that greeted him shocked him senseless. The melancholic groan stopped as she looked up, eyes glaring with an intense hate. “My dear,” whispered the wretched figure. His second realization chilled him to the bone. Blood was dripping from the teeth of this monstrosity, and there were traces of bluish goo from her long, sharp fingernails. The clawed out brain left discarded nearby offered him a chilling explanation that spelt out his fate. That was probably the discarded brain of SPP, which explained the hollow void in the skull he encountered earlier. WinterSoldier happened to be striding nearby, enjoying the breeze amidst the summer heat. As he puffed on his cigarette, a muffled scream pierced the serenity of the warm afternoon. He was tasked by Emptyvoid to seek out an agent known as ‘The Witch’, but preferred Bon Jovi’s advice about Frank Sinatra; doing things his way. He passed by a somewhat pretty feminine figure on his afternoon walk, but was turned off by her way of eating. She was wildly chewing on her meal, and something that looked like ketchup to him was dripping from her mouth. Giving a disgusted look, he turned away and continued puffing on his unfinished cigarette. Unknown to him, Curiosity had just pwned something else besides the cat. Ma cherie spat out the unchewable remnants of (IAm)Tyrone’s still heart, letting out another helpless melancholic groan as droplets of fresh blood trailed down her lips.
I needed to be sure of her identity. I source through the remaining crumpled photos, thoughts drifting away to the possibilities of different endings. I know this may sound absurd, but I am more than just a pink tuft of rubber with a curl around my forehead. I am more than just an imaginary singer, with hopeless dreams of getting an audience to listen through my hypnotic lullaby. Clearly, she was a good (wo)man. The result of the investigation was shocking. I never imagined that Smittenpoise was just the code name for her velvet masquerade. Having only a mere glimpse of her history, with the poison tipped dart as whatever little evidence she left behind, I gaze into the darkness of night, the only tiny ray of hope coming from the crescent shaped rock that illuminated the night sky. I reach over to caress the edge of your still face. The purplish black lipstick still stained those cold lips of yours; lips possibly used as a tool to accomplish justice, or to exact revenge. I sing a lullaby, with the graveyards reflecting the echoes of my voice. I sing it knowing you’re asleep, yet hoping that you’ll listen. I sing it wishing that you might still have one last chance for redemption. I barely knew you, yet intuition tells me that I murdered your identity. Perhaps in the wake of my insensibility, I sung you to sleep, and you drowned in the harsh rivers of city life. I sense it with my intuition. There is no way where you would just turn suicidal and plunge yourself into the cold dark waters. Then nature of my task was ironic; I was sent to investigate the links you had in the bigger picture; yet I stumbled upon your past history, your intentions, and your supposedly cruel fate. The turn of events generated an emotional turmoil I cannot deny, even if it means forsaking the duty of my job, and the nature of outcome. Smittenpoise, here lies your smitten persona. While only your emotionless face grants me a glimpse of what lies beyond the black velvet robes, I will not give up on the pursuit for truth. I will seek out and accomplish what you set out to achieve, with every bit of my unchanged soul. Your secret is safe with me. Free me from the regrets of the Undercat. With my pink unfingered hand, I place a withered rose outside the boundaries of your grave. The absence of leaves on the stalk of wrinkled petals represents my personal desire to accomplish what you lost. With little droplets streaming forth from my bubbly, round eyes, I bid you farewell, as my feet dances off to the melancholic tune of my lullaby. Rest in peace, Smittenpoise.
Chapter TEN
Metal Gear Cat
Fuming mad, the spirit of vengeance pointed at WinterSoldier and boomed, "let the lady go, NOW!" Mengxue could only stare, overwhelmed with fear for her life as she was held hostage, knife to her throat. WinterSoldier laughed, "or what?" "Look into my eyes!" WinterSoldier, unable to control himself found himself gazing into the eyes of the flaming skull and immediately, his head was struck by an intense pain as the voice of the GhostRider's rantings flooded his mind. Mengxue, taking the opportunity fled, pushing her captor to the floor and running towards her boyfriend. When WinterSoldier regained his composure, he found himself in cold sweat lying at the foot of the Merlion statue. GhostRider and Mengxue were nowhere to be seen. Once again, the predator had lost his prey. Somewhere over the skies of STOMP universe, a Lockheed C-130 Hercules was flying over the atmosphere. Within the aircraft, sat a bespectacled man in a white lab coat staring at a computer screen. "All the best! Captain Undercats!" The man spoke, his name tag spelled the words, "Nerdy". Behind the Hercules, a dark rounded figure parachuted off into the darkness of the night. Silently, the dark rounded figure descended into the thick of the forest and detached his parachute, dressed in skintight blue gray suit and wearing an eyepatch over his right eye. All of a sudden, Captain Undercats found himself surrounded by gunfire. He was somehow ambushed by enemies and immediately took cover. As soon as he touched ground, Undercats whipped out a pistol and crawled for safety. Upon realization that the rain of fire would not stop, he sang; a loud yet serene and soothing lullaby. Then as if a button had been pushed, the chaos stopped. This happened two weeks ago. A round pink ball with large blue eyes, catlike ears tuft of fur on it forehead, stood before a mass grave staring at a headstone as if in mourning. A name on the stone read, "Grandpa Puff". As the pink ball stood, deep in thoughts the grass around it swayed and the sounds of a chopper filled the air. Behind the figure, a MH-60 Pave Hawk touched down and a bespectacled man dressed in a white lab coat stepped out of the helicopter, along with a dark flowing figure. "JigglyPuff!" The bespectacled man called out. "What is it this time, Nerdynerd?" JigglyPuff said, nodding to the shadowy figure in acknowledgment standing at Nerdy's side. "Colonel nondescript." "We just received news that Emptyvoid was spotted moving again, this time in Just Talk Lah bumping threads every night." "And according to the latest intel, Emptyvoid was last in contact with a lady named Mengxue, they've arranged for an attempt on GhostRider's life." said nondescript, handing over pieces of papers to JigglyPuff, filled with rows of conversations. "Do we know who the assassin is?" "Not exactly, but we do know that this would be assassin is a female, with a bust line of 36C and always revealing her cleavage to men. We need you to find out who she is." said Nerdynerd.
