'Brady V.S. Max 300 2: Unbroken Spirit
It has been just a bit more than a month than his last enconter with a DDR
MAX game since his little Error last time. But now the wounds have healed the
casts have been removed and he was ready for his next try. He was ready to
take on this task with much more skill than his last try. He knew his
weekness now, The freez arrows. He now was on his way to victory. As his car
pulled tward the arcade the prepared himself mentaly for this task he was to
undertake. He steped out of his now parked car and began to walk tward the
loming doors entering into his freedom of the song that has added one more
month to his obbseson and enslavemant to. He steps inside the arcade to have
his mind shudder a blow. The same sigh he grew acostomed to was gone and in
its place was a DDR MAX2 logo. His fingers twitched his head swam he would
never have a chance to pass the song now.. His heart sank deep into the
depths of a dark abyss. Until he over hear an conversation of somesort
involving a song of more chalange than Max 300 a song that made him want to
play it. That made him wish to spend his life savings on the game and do
nothing else for the remander of his days. To continue in the shaddow of Max
300 is now pointless and he would now try for something harder and better.
He would go for and defeat Maxx Unlimited. His gole shown as a bright becon
levitating some odd feet above his head he shifted around some tokens in his
pocket. He had saved some from his last viset here. As his feet steped onto
the carpet surrounding the DDR MAX 2 Machine he felt a warm felling surge
through his body, This was his moment. His moment of tryomphe he will take
over the arcade once again. He would now and forever more prove his
supiriority over the game. He steped onto the dance platform only to be
pushed off by some 5 year old children wanting to play the game. Could his
legend here die so quickly as one month that small children could have the
nerv to push HIM off the king of the DDR machine here!? He felt lower than
dirt his wholeness sank and his determination grew as he waited through
three whole songs for the little people to move and finnish. After his
impatent waiting the small children finnaly step aside and he steps up to
his fate as the #1 DDR player in the world. His song selection was random as
he chose what he was to play. His skill was undiminnished even with the
monthless of practase he was perfect. The songs even though never played
before came as natural as listening to the music. After his third song the
extra stage began he was ready for this there would be no question on if he
was to pass it or not. His feet slid with perfection but no one payed heed
to his skill they where not even watching him move. He slid the song nearing
the end he had it he was about to pass. Then the song ended his skill
flawless he had passed it about this time everyone in the arcade saw this
that he had actualy completed the moentus feat of DDR skill the applase
could be hear around the whole arcade. The manager came over to brady to
apologise for his resent discontent tward brady and that he wished to make
it up to him. But then something no one expected. the extra stage flashed
again it came you quick to be expected so Brady began to dance this song was
an unexpected surprise. He was halfway through Kakumei with a perfect combo
and no mystakes in his style then he missed a step. The Fale screen flashed
and he was standing there open jawed at what had happened. How could he have
goten through the song perfectly then just fale from ONE step!? The manager
who was just in a wonderfull mood looked at brady then snatched Cosa's the
janeter's broom and hit brady across the head with the broom handle. Brady
fell from the sudden attack and his head hit the other side of the metal
dance pad. As he layed on the pad vunrable to more attacks the crowd took
advantage of that moment. Brady could se nothing hes swelling eye prevente
him. But all he knew was there was pain every where. He felt a boot hit him
in the face and then a wooden plack then a steal bar. The pain only
increased with each passing moment each seemingly stretching into eturnity.
He couldn't stand it anymore he was about to lose his conshousness at
anymoment. But then it stoped, the pain was over He strained to open his
eyes but he couldn't. He could feel himself being carryed by many talking
people. He felt the bash of the arcade door slam agenst his head as he was
taken outside. The was then thrown into the arcade parking lot. He eventualy
regained the ability to open his eye and he looked around to see he was
outside of the arcade lying in the parkinglot. He tryed to stand up on his
left leg but a pearcing cracking sound and a cry of pain. He fell back onto
the parking lot. Maybe I could try the other leg he thought. He stood up on
his left leg but yet another crack and cry sounded as he fell. So he just
sat there as a lump. But it was alright they hadn't broken his spirit and he
would never give up, he would try again tomorrow.
It has been just a bit more than a month than his last enconter with a DDR
MAX game since his little Error last time. But now the wounds have healed the
casts have been removed and he was ready for his next try. He was ready to
take on this task with much more skill than his last try. He knew his
weekness now, The freez arrows. He now was on his way to victory. As his car
pulled tward the arcade the prepared himself mentaly for this task he was to
undertake. He steped out of his now parked car and began to walk tward the
loming doors entering into his freedom of the song that has added one more
month to his obbseson and enslavemant to. He steps inside the arcade to have
his mind shudder a blow. The same sigh he grew acostomed to was gone and in
its place was a DDR MAX2 logo. His fingers twitched his head swam he would
never have a chance to pass the song now.. His heart sank deep into the
depths of a dark abyss. Until he over hear an conversation of somesort
involving a song of more chalange than Max 300 a song that made him want to
play it. That made him wish to spend his life savings on the game and do
nothing else for the remander of his days. To continue in the shaddow of Max
300 is now pointless and he would now try for something harder and better.
He would go for and defeat Maxx Unlimited. His gole shown as a bright becon
levitating some odd feet above his head he shifted around some tokens in his
pocket. He had saved some from his last viset here. As his feet steped onto
the carpet surrounding the DDR MAX 2 Machine he felt a warm felling surge
through his body, This was his moment. His moment of tryomphe he will take
over the arcade once again. He would now and forever more prove his
supiriority over the game. He steped onto the dance platform only to be
pushed off by some 5 year old children wanting to play the game. Could his
legend here die so quickly as one month that small children could have the
nerv to push HIM off the king of the DDR machine here!? He felt lower than
dirt his wholeness sank and his determination grew as he waited through
three whole songs for the little people to move and finnish. After his
impatent waiting the small children finnaly step aside and he steps up to
his fate as the #1 DDR player in the world. His song selection was random as
he chose what he was to play. His skill was undiminnished even with the
monthless of practase he was perfect. The songs even though never played
before came as natural as listening to the music. After his third song the
extra stage began he was ready for this there would be no question on if he
was to pass it or not. His feet slid with perfection but no one payed heed
to his skill they where not even watching him move. He slid the song nearing
the end he had it he was about to pass. Then the song ended his skill
flawless he had passed it about this time everyone in the arcade saw this
that he had actualy completed the moentus feat of DDR skill the applase
could be hear around the whole arcade. The manager came over to brady to
apologise for his resent discontent tward brady and that he wished to make
it up to him. But then something no one expected. the extra stage flashed
again it came you quick to be expected so Brady began to dance this song was
an unexpected surprise. He was halfway through Kakumei with a perfect combo
and no mystakes in his style then he missed a step. The Fale screen flashed
and he was standing there open jawed at what had happened. How could he have
goten through the song perfectly then just fale from ONE step!? The manager
who was just in a wonderfull mood looked at brady then snatched Cosa's the
janeter's broom and hit brady across the head with the broom handle. Brady
fell from the sudden attack and his head hit the other side of the metal
dance pad. As he layed on the pad vunrable to more attacks the crowd took
advantage of that moment. Brady could se nothing hes swelling eye prevente
him. But all he knew was there was pain every where. He felt a boot hit him
in the face and then a wooden plack then a steal bar. The pain only
increased with each passing moment each seemingly stretching into eturnity.
He couldn't stand it anymore he was about to lose his conshousness at
anymoment. But then it stoped, the pain was over He strained to open his
eyes but he couldn't. He could feel himself being carryed by many talking
people. He felt the bash of the arcade door slam agenst his head as he was
taken outside. The was then thrown into the arcade parking lot. He eventualy
regained the ability to open his eye and he looked around to see he was
outside of the arcade lying in the parkinglot. He tryed to stand up on his
left leg but a pearcing cracking sound and a cry of pain. He fell back onto
the parking lot. Maybe I could try the other leg he thought. He stood up on
his left leg but yet another crack and cry sounded as he fell. So he just
sat there as a lump. But it was alright they hadn't broken his spirit and he
would never give up, he would try again tomorrow.