Okay... up next is a look into the process of making Trophies. It might be a bit Irrelevant, but I have a perspective shift for you, free of charge.
Chapter 11: Feel the Burn
Day Thirty of the New World
Fifty-Nine Days until the Great Departure.
/Crazy Hand/
"We already have a Kat and an Ana." Quoth Master.
"But these are the Grown Up Them, Totally different than the other two!"
Indeed these new creations of mine were fully grown adult Kunoichi, and full formed ones at that.
Master was peeved at how unoriginal it was, and even more peeved that I gave them life without his permission.
"We are eager to serve you, please state your mission and we shall execute it posthaste."
Master moaned at the elder twin "Since you're alive, keep an eye on Crazy."
But I created them, molded them from liquid crystal and clay?
So why would they babysit me when I gave them life to begin with.
"To keep yourself from repeating the same ideas over and over."
Well, he's gonna hate what I did with Nana and Popo's trophy.
/ROB-2K8-32X/
I was once a construction robot.
Now I build these Subspace Bombs that our master invented.
Setting the timer, placing the core, and of course...
sealing the cursed thing for two of our kind.
now destined to commit suicide for his selfish cause.
I applaud them for actually going through with his design.
It's like they've found the perfect way to escape his tyranny.
So far, it appears to be the only way for now.
I wondered what the hands were planning behind the scenes.
Perhaps this new email might tell me the truth.
I waited as I kept setting the timers.
The day came and went as I opened the email.
And I was greeted with a seemingly endless river of memories.
overriding my main persona like my cranial unit was about to burst,
And all I could see was this light...
dragging me into it's warmth...
into it's embrace...
into hope...
:
:MASTER ROBOT BACKUP ONLINE
Day Thirty-One of the New World
Fifty-Eight Days until the Great Departure
I made my way to the Hand's Domain.
There, I saw one of the hands... doing yoga.
as instructed by a fitness trainer that was gray all over.
"Just breathe in..." said the fitness trainer "and breathe out."
I believed it to be Master Hand, but he seemed busy at the moment.
Get it. Because Crazy Hand doing Yoga makes him look so un-Crazy Hand, it makes M.R. mistake the guy for M.H.
HAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh...
Next Time: Room for one more...
In which somebody invites Pac-Man.