Just another story about Doctor Light and the Blue Bomber. I really like Mega Man despite the fact that I can't seem to beat any of the older games. The only MM games I finished were Legends and NT Warrior 1 to 3 because they didn't have pitfalls.
I don't own Mega Man, Doctor Light, Proto Man, or anything created by former or current employees of Capcom.
My son. There was a time when those words would never have crossed my mind. Someone who I didn't think they applied to.
But they apply to you, my son. You begged for this, for the chance to save your friends, to protect mankind.
And I relented, but I was determined to keep you safe.
I gave you the best weapon my mind could dream, a way to make the strengths of your opponents your own.
I shrouded you in the best armor my hands could devise, capable of turning aside blows that would fell mortal men.
I rewrote your code, using all my knowledge of strategy and tactis. Sun Tzu, Hannibal, Patton, Napoleon; I gave their wisdom to you.
And still, I fear it will not be enough.
The man I called my friend has gone mad, has twisted our creations, our children, to suit his diseased dreams. They are not your friends any more, they will break you. And I fear that all my gifts, all my craft, will not protect you.
I fear that I have sent you out into a war you cannot win.
And then I hear three notes on the breeze.
For a moment, I can see a scarf bellowing arrogantly in the wind.
A flash of red follows you, subtly guides you, keeping you safe when I cannot.
And I know that no matter what happens; you will be safe.
I love you, my son.
I love both of you.