RE: Super Otaku Brawl Gaiden (Round 1: Whispering Rock Psychic Summer Camp)
06-28-2014, 03:49 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-28-2014, 04:02 PM by Mirdini.)
Charles Barkley wasn't particularly okay with this situation. When he first felt the pull of the Copycat's summons, he'd thought it was the B-Ball Dimension calling him home. But there was no Sweet Georgia Brown playing, and the bballjoules were all wrong. While the eternal darkness of the Copycat's dimension was probably better than suffocating in the vacuum of space, that didn't mean Barkley approved of whatever shit this Cat was pulling.
Barkley appeared in the middle of the campground parking lot, thoroughly annoyed.
"When's this god damn bonkers shit going to stop? Haven't I been through enough? Haven't I done enough?"
Noticing a basketball hoop set up on the near end the lot, he instinctively slammed down a dunk in order to keep his cool before turning towards the main lodge.
The smoldering wreckage of the streetlight-hoop behind him, Barkley took stock.
At least... at least Hoopz'll be alright. Now I just gotta find my way back to him.
If only I hadn't lost the Hell B-Ball and Shimmerglobe to the Chaos Dunk... But I've got this b-ball, and that'll have to be enough.
He set off for the nearby lodge, musing over whatever... 'competition' he'd been entered in.
It's almost like the Space Jam... like when I was trapped in some dimensional shit with my fellow B-Ballers.
Except instead of B-Ballers, he was in here with some punk-ass kid, a Clown, a Strongman, some sorta Diabetes tycoon, a snake-jet and jet-robot, Shrek the Duergar Muse and... one of them god damn animal people. As if he hadn't seen enough of those in the sewers.
Lost in thought, Barkley didn't notice the hollowed-out tree stump looming in front of him until it was too late.
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"Welcome to the Whispering Rocket Underground Rapid Transit System. Would you like to go back to your private sanctuary now, Agent Cruller? Or... somewhere else?"
Barkley appeared in the middle of the campground parking lot, thoroughly annoyed.
"When's this god damn bonkers shit going to stop? Haven't I been through enough? Haven't I done enough?"
Noticing a basketball hoop set up on the near end the lot, he instinctively slammed down a dunk in order to keep his cool before turning towards the main lodge.
The smoldering wreckage of the streetlight-hoop behind him, Barkley took stock.
At least... at least Hoopz'll be alright. Now I just gotta find my way back to him.
If only I hadn't lost the Hell B-Ball and Shimmerglobe to the Chaos Dunk... But I've got this b-ball, and that'll have to be enough.
He set off for the nearby lodge, musing over whatever... 'competition' he'd been entered in.
It's almost like the Space Jam... like when I was trapped in some dimensional shit with my fellow B-Ballers.
Except instead of B-Ballers, he was in here with some punk-ass kid, a Clown, a Strongman, some sorta Diabetes tycoon, a snake-jet and jet-robot, Shrek the Duergar Muse and... one of them god damn animal people. As if he hadn't seen enough of those in the sewers.
Lost in thought, Barkley didn't notice the hollowed-out tree stump looming in front of him until it was too late.
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"Welcome to the Whispering Rocket Underground Rapid Transit System. Would you like to go back to your private sanctuary now, Agent Cruller? Or... somewhere else?"