Nov 8, 2020
“The break was necessary - But there’s work to be done, and time waits for no one. At least not yet.”
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“The break was necessary - But there’s work to be done, and time waits for no one. At least not yet.”
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doceggman started following you
“Did someone forget to take their trash out? Seems they left their rotten egg here.”
"Oh my grod, you're back,"
“Indeed I am! And what of you, dear ally? I see things have been going well enough in my absence.”
Here's an idea for world conquest (though it'd require you to go back on your usual mechanical only tactics). Unleash a deadly virus upon all of Mobius that only you have the cure to. Make sure the brainiacs like Tails and Rotor get particularly virulent strains so as to stop them even beginning to try working on a cure themselves and just when things get 'real' desperate...offer the benevolent cure of robotosization!
“Here’s the problem with that little brain tickler of yours.I often look into new (and increasingly “diverse”) varieties of world domination, be that through complete and utter destruction that levels just about every square mile of this god-forsaken world or something as simple as using puppet governments. The aforementioned problem comes in with the fact that if I make a virus and also create a cure, there will be those who will simply die out of spite. For those who do subjugate themselves, what should I do once they immediately decide to turn against me upon getting their disgusting mitts all over that cure?
Absolutely nothing at all.
Let’s say I release the cure in small batches, only directly to the leaders of the free world piece by piece until I have each one of them eating from my hands. Then the general populace comes along - I again could just as easily lose that power. They must be dominated, completely and utterly. They must know that if they revolt, there will be no kind answer. Taking their health then merely making them beg for a cure won’t do zilch when they’ve all recovered with little more reason to obey than my good will and compassionate humanitarianism standing between us.”
Yo, if we're talking about the science behind stuff, I've got a question that's been bugging me for ages. How are small animals a good power source? Even the human body doesn't make that much electricity, and those animals are way smaller. Plus, they need stuff like food and water on a regular basis to stay alive. It seems like it would be a lot of hassle without a lot of payout.
“I’m glad you asked! See, there’s a certain amount of natural, residual chaos energy emanated by most, if not all living creatures that if properly harvested can be used as a form of “organic battery” as it were. Flickies in particular are what I’d consider ideal for such a purpose, given they not only are incredibly durable the output is itself consistent with that of a standard-issue chaos drive.
So far as sustenance goes there’s a basic protein injection administered once every twelve hours to ensure the Flicky in question doesn’t immediately keel over. They don’t require much protein and the process of using organic chaos energy is only physically exhausting - Not fatal.”
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“What if this whole crusade’sa charade? This is the start of how it all ever ends— They used to shout the name, now they whisper it.”
➥ EGGMAN ⁽ ᵈᵒᶜᵉᵍᵍᵐᵃᶰ ⁾
Keeping track of time made Sonic anxious, and he hated that.
Laying all of his cards out had never been harder, especially when he was the only one at the table. He had to be honest with himself, and the idea of that terrified him. The thought, the answer; he had no idea how long he’d been here.
Well over a few weeks. Days had started out slow, in which he’d spent the good majority of his time kicking at bars and yelling to make a scene until his throat gave out. The beginning had been grueling. He'd felt like he could die there, would die there. A brash personality and characteristic determination were the saving grace, but even those traits were put through the ringer. That’s when time sped up.
Days into weeks. Weeks into months. Months. Wasn’t that crazy, he thought. It had been months, definitely well past two. Possibly even three, but none of that felt real. Nothing felt real in here, but rather positively disorientating. Sometimes he’d find himself stomping the concrete with the sole of a sneaker to ground himself, because staring long enough at the shackles around his wrists didn’t do the trick. They buzzed with electricity, one familiar to his body now in the form of scorch marks. One too many times trying to spin-dash his way out of a problem. Restraints were difficult.
With exhaustion hitting at a steady pace with nothing for company but four dull, dull walls, there wasn’t much to do. The demand for sleep knocked at the back of his eyelids and met his skull in a throbbing urgency, but he always elected to stay awake. For an opening, for an escape. For something. He was running himself ragged, but no other options were presenting themselves. It was fine, he thought. It really was, because he was Sonic the Hedgehog, wasn’t he? The blue blur, the fastest thing alive, a hero.
A hero. That’s what they all thought. That’s what they needed him to be. He certainly didn’t feel like one, let alone understand why someone would label him that way. Anyone could do what he could, or maybe not--- He was Sonic the Hedgehog, wasn’t he? Ah. He was repeating himself....
“Ugh.” He unceremoniously bumped his head against the wall, back slouched further into it. Counting the ways he’d make Eggman pay for everything he’d done seemed bountiful and never-ending during the best of times, but he couldn’t bring himself to continue right now.
His head lifted, eyes struggling to focus on the area outside of his cell. “...HEY,” He shouted. “YOUR STUPID SHACKLES ARE ACTING UP AGAIN!” Wiggling his fingers, Sonic scowled at the constraints. They sparked subtly, and his nose scrunched. Useless.
Over the course of what felt like one hundred times trying to break them, he’d found out two key things. The first being they were unbreakable, and the second being that they seemingly went through phases of dimming in color. Something to do with the power, no doubt. It was disappointing that even in dull moments, they were too strong for him to tug apart. At least it served as bait to get his captors to come over and talk to him. He hoped eventually, someone would slip something useful.