Brady V.S. Max 300
Brady walked into the arcade determened this time he was gonna do it, he was going to pass the song, the song that drove his stamina and mental compasity to the limit. He had played it over and over with his PC simulator and the arrow keys but, dancing was a huge difference. Now he had to move more than just his fingers. But he knew he would do it, this time, today was the day of victory over this song plaguing his mind for so long. today the torment this song has inflicted will be over. He steps to the concession stand. He needed his caffine, that is if he had a chance to live. He waved to some people that he passed, he knew everyone there all too well. The Worker saw him and politly asked what he wanted, but she already knew. She had gotten the same response every time he came in. He came once every week on saterday, always he came to her first got his traditonal drink. The drink he has said over and over owns him. He responded not quite having his attention on what he was saying, he was focusing on his impending victory and everything he said was purely in habit. He Responds Coca-Cola. But she had allready pored the drink and it sat before of him. He quickly Takes a gulp and walks away. She wasn't worried about him paying she knew he always payed befor he left or if he had no money only tokens when he came back next time. He continues to walk tward the DDR Max logo hovering above the machine needlessly, for everyone knew what it was. He steped up to the Konami Powered consule. The crowdes parted round it the person playing Stumbled off the dancing pad and soon auto failed the song. He was the most respected DDR member there. And everyone would kill to have his skill. He placed his drink on the side of the machine and prepared the tokens. Whispering in the some what 20-30 people watching him could have some audable words. "You think he gonna be trying for the big one?" "I dunno I heard he was going to go for it." Brady Slips in the coins one by one each one had the game play a tone that seemed to say try me.. try me... he was happy to do this. He sliped his finger on the yellow arrow. The songs ran across the screen he had planed out what song he would do first. The Song title flash in the night apeared highlighted on the screen. He slips it down to maniac. The Green button was soon pressed begining the song. His feet Steped acros through the arrows. This song held no chalange For brady but he was just staring by impressing every one watching him. And the song was over. The stats screen apeared. The crowd was pleased to see this. Perfects 100% nothing less was to be expected of him. He smiled as the AAA Flashed on the screen he was gaining the more people watching his fresh styles. His fingeres glazed the buttons and the manager hooked the DDR game sound to the speakers that went throughout the arcade, normaly playing the radio. Now he knew he had what he wanted witnesses for his tryumph over this game. He then Busted out his Exotic Ethnic styles with every one watching in awe as he once again managed to gain a AAA. His fingers picked his Third song, it was not going to be his last as most people expect. The Song selected, So Deep. He did the moves he owned them, they where his. He played and for the third time in a row got an astounding AAA. Nothing was standing in his way. He Had everyone where he wanted. He had the world in his hands. Suddenly... Extra Stage. The song, The final chalange was here. The song Max 300. The song started with its quick fast steps. His feet seemed to not step but glide of fly across the metal pad. He had such perfection such wonderful perfection. He was king, King of the world. The steps flew up but his feet kept up with ease. A freez arrow apeared suddenly Brady went for it but suddenly his foot steped not on the left arrow but yet halfway off and on the pad. His force down on the step was to great for him to remain balansed. He felt His knee Bashed on the pad on a nail a Shatering crack was heard. A Scream of pain pearced the air as he fell off the pad. He landed on the cold, hard tile floor. he Sat there clutching his knee in unimagenable pain. One of his arcade friends came to him from wathing him fall. He looked at Brady then Bust out his foot to Brady head yelling that he sucks. Every one decided that this was true and joined in on the bashing on brady physicly as well as mentaly. The mass of feet conected again and again all over his body. Someone threw his drink on him. He was now bleeding from all the kicking. The manager said to everyone that it was closing time and that it was time to go. so everyone got in a staight line and kicked brady one more time each before they left. The doors locked the games off he was alown. But wait he heard a sound although he now couldn't move he could see the janeter coming. He at least knew his old friend Cosa the Janeter would help him to a hospidal. Cosa walked to Brady and poked him with his broom. Then jabed HARD.and began to beat him with his broom. And then jabed the handel of the broom sraight into his eye.Then muttering something about being an embaresment to the whole arcade He picked up Brady then tossed him in a trash bag and into the parking lot of the arcade. But it was alright, he would try again tomorow.
This actualy hapened exept for the AAA and the Kicking and the Janeter. Basic only the Coke and knee and the pain and the humiliation truly happened. IRL Me(BBPC) & brady just got home from the arcades (That close at 2 A.M.) and his knee was not working with out pain. .':~!R&R!
Brady walked into the arcade determened this time he was gonna do it, he was going to pass the song, the song that drove his stamina and mental compasity to the limit. He had played it over and over with his PC simulator and the arrow keys but, dancing was a huge difference. Now he had to move more than just his fingers. But he knew he would do it, this time, today was the day of victory over this song plaguing his mind for so long. today the torment this song has inflicted will be over. He steps to the concession stand. He needed his caffine, that is if he had a chance to live. He waved to some people that he passed, he knew everyone there all too well. The Worker saw him and politly asked what he wanted, but she already knew. She had gotten the same response every time he came in. He came once every week on saterday, always he came to her first got his traditonal drink. The drink he has said over and over owns him. He responded not quite having his attention on what he was saying, he was focusing on his impending victory and everything he said was purely in habit. He Responds Coca-Cola. But she had allready pored the drink and it sat before of him. He quickly Takes a gulp and walks away. She wasn't worried about him paying she knew he always payed befor he left or if he had no money only tokens when he came back next time. He continues to walk tward the DDR Max logo hovering above the machine needlessly, for everyone knew what it was. He steped up to the Konami Powered consule. The crowdes parted round it the person playing Stumbled off the dancing pad and soon auto failed the song. He was the most respected DDR member there. And everyone would kill to have his skill. He placed his drink on the side of the machine and prepared the tokens. Whispering in the some what 20-30 people watching him could have some audable words. "You think he gonna be trying for the big one?" "I dunno I heard he was going to go for it." Brady Slips in the coins one by one each one had the game play a tone that seemed to say try me.. try me... he was happy to do this. He sliped his finger on the yellow arrow. The songs ran across the screen he had planed out what song he would do first. The Song title flash in the night apeared highlighted on the screen. He slips it down to maniac. The Green button was soon pressed begining the song. His feet Steped acros through the arrows. This song held no chalange For brady but he was just staring by impressing every one watching him. And the song was over. The stats screen apeared. The crowd was pleased to see this. Perfects 100% nothing less was to be expected of him. He smiled as the AAA Flashed on the screen he was gaining the more people watching his fresh styles. His fingeres glazed the buttons and the manager hooked the DDR game sound to the speakers that went throughout the arcade, normaly playing the radio. Now he knew he had what he wanted witnesses for his tryumph over this game. He then Busted out his Exotic Ethnic styles with every one watching in awe as he once again managed to gain a AAA. His fingers picked his Third song, it was not going to be his last as most people expect. The Song selected, So Deep. He did the moves he owned them, they where his. He played and for the third time in a row got an astounding AAA. Nothing was standing in his way. He Had everyone where he wanted. He had the world in his hands. Suddenly... Extra Stage. The song, The final chalange was here. The song Max 300. The song started with its quick fast steps. His feet seemed to not step but glide of fly across the metal pad. He had such perfection such wonderful perfection. He was king, King of the world. The steps flew up but his feet kept up with ease. A freez arrow apeared suddenly Brady went for it but suddenly his foot steped not on the left arrow but yet halfway off and on the pad. His force down on the step was to great for him to remain balansed. He felt His knee Bashed on the pad on a nail a Shatering crack was heard. A Scream of pain pearced the air as he fell off the pad. He landed on the cold, hard tile floor. he Sat there clutching his knee in unimagenable pain. One of his arcade friends came to him from wathing him fall. He looked at Brady then Bust out his foot to Brady head yelling that he sucks. Every one decided that this was true and joined in on the bashing on brady physicly as well as mentaly. The mass of feet conected again and again all over his body. Someone threw his drink on him. He was now bleeding from all the kicking. The manager said to everyone that it was closing time and that it was time to go. so everyone got in a staight line and kicked brady one more time each before they left. The doors locked the games off he was alown. But wait he heard a sound although he now couldn't move he could see the janeter coming. He at least knew his old friend Cosa the Janeter would help him to a hospidal. Cosa walked to Brady and poked him with his broom. Then jabed HARD.and began to beat him with his broom. And then jabed the handel of the broom sraight into his eye.Then muttering something about being an embaresment to the whole arcade He picked up Brady then tossed him in a trash bag and into the parking lot of the arcade. But it was alright, he would try again tomorow.
This actualy hapened exept for the AAA and the Kicking and the Janeter. Basic only the Coke and knee and the pain and the humiliation truly happened. IRL Me(BBPC) & brady just got home from the arcades (That close at 2 A.M.) and his knee was not working with out pain. .':~!R&R!