#facetroid stuff

I'm glad to see that everyone who's still here has improved in their writing over time... the early facetroid days were fun but I can't say it made for good reading. Of course now there's like fifteen different crossovers and eight years of backstory so it's not like you could just sit down and read facetroid anyway.

I hope we can have a story that's not about a strain of phazon corrupting everything... maybe the kennets could be that conquest. Maybe I need to go back to Yukiko again.

Welcome to Facetroid, where everything's made up and the timescale doesn't matter!

Hail, great Mother! Hail Svychx!

Anyone can say the word and I could put most everything in place to kill Dark Samus tomorrow.

I would love it it someone would say the word.

Bird.

Bird is the word.

I'd gone through four Metroid quarantine caves in Prime and had finally reached the other side. I looked through the force field to find a Plasma Trooper across the room, and despite the simplistic idle animation he seemed to be working on a console. As I stared at him, I wondered what he was doing and what he was thinking, how he ended up where he was, what his name was...

I figured he was talking to the other trooper I knew was upstairs, based on the infrequency at which he messed with the console. I imagined that while he had probably volunteered for the advanced weapons training, he hated how uncomfortable the armor was despite its protection.

Rytheus: Why

Dark Samus: Because

Rytheus: okay

Dark Samus: Get over here

Miasma: No

Dark Samus: Too bad

Dark Samus: I want to fuse with you again

Mother Brain: My body is ready

Dark Samus: I'm taking you too, Crazy Hand

Crazy Hand: okay

Dark Hand: I guess I'll go with him too

Zero: I so want in on this

Dark Samus: No

Mother Brain: I can't process all of this ARE WE GODS NOW

Dark Samus: Calm down mother, I'll suppress Miasma and Rytheus

Miasma: noo... actually.. yes, I kinda like this