Brady VS. Max300: Chapter 3:Brady Vs. A
Once again Brady rode in his parents car to Putt-Putt. He wondered why he was so obcessed with
this DDR concept, all it did was make him tired and get his eyes gouged. Then he remembered,
it was because it wasn't his money that he was spending on tokens!!! Tonight was going to be
different however, Brady had hacked the 7th mix machine in the arcade and had figured out how to
make it play his Bemani Ruler Original songs. He was going to get his "V" on and own everyone at
the arcade. He was going to MAKE the people cheer for him. Soon, it was time, Brady stepped from
the car and walked through the doors to meet his destiny. It had been nearly three months since
his last brutal beating at the hands of the arcade patrons, but he remembered them all too well
when he stepped into the game room area. All eyes were on him, but not from admiration, the eyes
belonged to the people that he had repeatadly let down with his embarassing failures. Cosa the
Janitor sat in the corner, but when he saw Brady, his hands reflexivly went for his broom. The
little newbie children looked up from their basic songs on the dance machine, those who were not
playing began to lace their boots for the kicking that would surely insue tonight. The manager
looked up from the milkshake that he was mixing at the snack bar, he soon realized that he was
staring at Brady instead of his work because a glob of cinnamon ice cream hit him in the face. If
Brady let him down again tonight, he swore to himself, he would ban Coke from his snack bar, maybe
that would get this loser out of here. Brady, upon seeing the pure, unrestricted hatred in their
eyes swallowed hard, but then he reassured himself, HE WOULD NOT FAIL! Brady stepped up to the 7th
mix machine, the newbie kid who had just finished his game of three basic Tsugaru's aimed a kick at
Brady, but missed and fell of the platform, cracking his skull on the Gauntlet Legends game. Oblivious
to the blood and leaking brains, Brady slid his tokens into the machine, along with his memory card with
Beatmania songs on it. First, he selected Ayla part II, maniac. He would taunt his audience with
an easy song that looked hard to everyone else there. The song opened with it's gay "AYLA" moan,
Brady's feet flew over the arrows as if he was Cosa the Janitor and the Arrows were his own ribs that
Cosa was breaking. The song soon ended and Brady had gotten an AAA rating. Some of the people nodded
approval, but Brady kept on going without acknowledging them or the kid who was still bleeding on the
ground. For his next song, Brady selected TANK!, a slightly harder song that he would still kick the
crap out of. Brady soon finished this song to a round of applause for his next AAA. The clapping
soon died away, Brady still had one more song that he might screw up at. Brady tried to calm himself
down, he knew V would be no problem for him, but he had failed easier songs than this before. He took this
time to run to the water fountain while V was selected. But at this time a team of medics rushed in
and started to hook the hurt kid up to life support. One of the IV drips knocked the selected song up
to A by Dj Amuro. Brady returned just as his selection time ran out, he was still nervous, but confident.
That is untill A opened, Brady stood stock still, his jaw gaping open, THIS WASN'T THE SONG HE WANTED,
HE COULDN'T DANCE TO AN 800 BPM SONG WITH ARROWS IN EVERY POSSIBLE LOCATION! HE COULDN'T PASS THIS SONG!
Before he got over his initial shock he had failed. Everyone's eyes narrowed to slits and the room went
suddenly quiet. Someone screamed out, "He didn't even take one step!" Then, the beating began, feet
pummeled Brady to the ground, fists beat his head sensless, trash and bodily fluids were hurled at him
from everywhere at once. In his mind Brady just kept praying that the standard jab from Cosa's broom
would end it all soon. But it didn't come. Eventually everyone got too tired to hit or kick, and
trash and bodily fluids ran short. That is when it came without warning. Cosa had taken the time
to sharpen his broom handle to a fine point. This point, he jammed directly into Brady's stomach,
puncturing him and spilling blood all over the stage. Brady screamed the only word that came to his mind.
"MEDIC!!!!!" But the medical people who were there simply looked the other way, apparently they were
just as disgusted with Brady as everyone else. Soon someone wrapped Brady in a trash bag and threw
him into the parking lot. This time however, someone backed over his leg with a truck. The driver
stepped out to see what he had hit, but after untying the bag and seeing Brady, he closed the bag
and drove over Brady's leg again before peeling out of the parking lot. Just before passing out,
Brady found the strength to utter "Medic!" again, but no one cared.
This Fanfic was written by Jared at BBPC's house. I want to thank Bemani Ruler for some of his songs
even if they all tend to be a bit on the queer side.
Once again Brady rode in his parents car to Putt-Putt. He wondered why he was so obcessed with
this DDR concept, all it did was make him tired and get his eyes gouged. Then he remembered,
it was because it wasn't his money that he was spending on tokens!!! Tonight was going to be
different however, Brady had hacked the 7th mix machine in the arcade and had figured out how to
make it play his Bemani Ruler Original songs. He was going to get his "V" on and own everyone at
the arcade. He was going to MAKE the people cheer for him. Soon, it was time, Brady stepped from
the car and walked through the doors to meet his destiny. It had been nearly three months since
his last brutal beating at the hands of the arcade patrons, but he remembered them all too well
when he stepped into the game room area. All eyes were on him, but not from admiration, the eyes
belonged to the people that he had repeatadly let down with his embarassing failures. Cosa the
Janitor sat in the corner, but when he saw Brady, his hands reflexivly went for his broom. The
little newbie children looked up from their basic songs on the dance machine, those who were not
playing began to lace their boots for the kicking that would surely insue tonight. The manager
looked up from the milkshake that he was mixing at the snack bar, he soon realized that he was
staring at Brady instead of his work because a glob of cinnamon ice cream hit him in the face. If
Brady let him down again tonight, he swore to himself, he would ban Coke from his snack bar, maybe
that would get this loser out of here. Brady, upon seeing the pure, unrestricted hatred in their
eyes swallowed hard, but then he reassured himself, HE WOULD NOT FAIL! Brady stepped up to the 7th
mix machine, the newbie kid who had just finished his game of three basic Tsugaru's aimed a kick at
Brady, but missed and fell of the platform, cracking his skull on the Gauntlet Legends game. Oblivious
to the blood and leaking brains, Brady slid his tokens into the machine, along with his memory card with
Beatmania songs on it. First, he selected Ayla part II, maniac. He would taunt his audience with
an easy song that looked hard to everyone else there. The song opened with it's gay "AYLA" moan,
Brady's feet flew over the arrows as if he was Cosa the Janitor and the Arrows were his own ribs that
Cosa was breaking. The song soon ended and Brady had gotten an AAA rating. Some of the people nodded
approval, but Brady kept on going without acknowledging them or the kid who was still bleeding on the
ground. For his next song, Brady selected TANK!, a slightly harder song that he would still kick the
crap out of. Brady soon finished this song to a round of applause for his next AAA. The clapping
soon died away, Brady still had one more song that he might screw up at. Brady tried to calm himself
down, he knew V would be no problem for him, but he had failed easier songs than this before. He took this
time to run to the water fountain while V was selected. But at this time a team of medics rushed in
and started to hook the hurt kid up to life support. One of the IV drips knocked the selected song up
to A by Dj Amuro. Brady returned just as his selection time ran out, he was still nervous, but confident.
That is untill A opened, Brady stood stock still, his jaw gaping open, THIS WASN'T THE SONG HE WANTED,
HE COULDN'T DANCE TO AN 800 BPM SONG WITH ARROWS IN EVERY POSSIBLE LOCATION! HE COULDN'T PASS THIS SONG!
Before he got over his initial shock he had failed. Everyone's eyes narrowed to slits and the room went
suddenly quiet. Someone screamed out, "He didn't even take one step!" Then, the beating began, feet
pummeled Brady to the ground, fists beat his head sensless, trash and bodily fluids were hurled at him
from everywhere at once. In his mind Brady just kept praying that the standard jab from Cosa's broom
would end it all soon. But it didn't come. Eventually everyone got too tired to hit or kick, and
trash and bodily fluids ran short. That is when it came without warning. Cosa had taken the time
to sharpen his broom handle to a fine point. This point, he jammed directly into Brady's stomach,
puncturing him and spilling blood all over the stage. Brady screamed the only word that came to his mind.
"MEDIC!!!!!" But the medical people who were there simply looked the other way, apparently they were
just as disgusted with Brady as everyone else. Soon someone wrapped Brady in a trash bag and threw
him into the parking lot. This time however, someone backed over his leg with a truck. The driver
stepped out to see what he had hit, but after untying the bag and seeing Brady, he closed the bag
and drove over Brady's leg again before peeling out of the parking lot. Just before passing out,
Brady found the strength to utter "Medic!" again, but no one cared.
This Fanfic was written by Jared at BBPC's house. I want to thank Bemani Ruler for some of his songs
even if they all tend to be a bit on the queer side.