A quick note from FrozenFury176: (A.K.A. the person who gives this idea life)

I would like to say that, even though we have never actually met, we already know each other. Through these stories I get to express myself to you, the audience. Anyway, I should probably tell you a little bit about me. I hate writing, but I love editing. It's weird, but it gives me a chance to put my own twist on someone else's work. I do so much work on these stories for you guys. Burningbeast is also aslow writer, but it's fine. You have no idea how hard he has to work in real life. He is a dedicated and busy person. I don't have much to say other than that though.Thanks, FrozenFury.

Well said Frozen, well said. A true poet lies within your mind and soul. You, man, are the true hero of this story. Enough of the mushie feels though, now back to our regularly scheduled story, brought to you by the internet.

The world reformed fittingly, to a ruined city. My avatar's golden armor surrounded my body as I readied myself. Navy Smash lifted his hammer and seemed to smile under his dark blue mask.

"I'm a little pressed for points right now noob. Just let me kill you. Alright? I'll make it quick." The blue avatar ran at me. I did the dumb thing and went for him. I covered the distance in no time flat and swung my arm blades. A thin cut reached from my opponent's collarbone to his hip. The hammer hit me from out of nowhere. I slammed into the wall of a building across the street. My health was down 20% with one hit. Smash, however, was sitting at pretty much max health. Things weren't looking good. I was going to die if I didn't do something fast. Unpeeling myself from the wall, I readied myself once again, blades flashing in the light. I rushed the hammer-wielding man. I started my bladed dance. The avatar kept trying to back away, only to be met with cold metal. I checked his health momentarily. 99%, 98%, 97%, the blue bar slowly grinding down in a shower of sparks. However, a green gauge was rapidly filling up beneath the extremely slowly dwindling blue. Navy Smash somehow managed to pull away and called out, "Screw you noob. I don't want to have to do this... But you deserve it, Navy Hypersonic Hammer!!!"

Jets of fire launched out of the back of his weapon, spinning him around at an unreasonable amount of speed. Time seemed to slow down as Smash leaped into the air and brought down the pain. The hammer slammed into me, breaking through any form of armor I had. Every nerve, ripping apart, making me want to die. The hammer was still shooting out flames, pushing me even further into the decaying street. Finally, after an eternity of pain, the special move ended. Me at the bottom of a crater at 0.45% health. It was a reflection of my life. Beaten, almost dead, and laying in the dust, utterly defeated. Words floated through my head. "Your avatar may not have the best armor or do the most damage. But you have something to make up for it. That is the way Brain Burst and real life works. You can't give up. Never stop fighting, ever!" Wayne seemed to speak in my head. His words from before. Unsteadily, I climbed to my feet, pushing myself to the limit.

"Haven't had enough yet? Almost no one can survive a hit from my special move. Guess metal-colored types are more resilient than I thought." The hammer wielder chuckled once again, in that soft tone. I decided to execute an action I've done only once before.

"Golden Retaliation!" I roared, my blades engulfed themselves with golden fire. Smash brought up his hammer to block an attack that would go right through it, almost like nothing was there. Slashing at him, I poured all of my energy into that attack. Each of my strikes cutting through him, like a hot knife through an overused metaphor. After ten fiery slices, my special move came to an end. I checked each of our health bars. He was at 56%, and I was at almost 33%. Wait 33%?! My special move must have some sort of vampiric buff, epic… I wasn't the only one who noticed this turn of events.

"How is this happening? That's not possible, no one can regain health. I'll teach you a lesson!" Rage may have given the blue avatar more power, but it made his accuracy next to nonexistent. I ducked under the robot's swings, responding with swipes of my own. I was winning for once in my life. It felt wonderful. I was scoring dozens of tiny hits barly noticeable on their own; but together, you would die of a thousand cuts. 46%, 45%, 44%, every one of my strikes slowly bringing him down. The hammer blindsided me. Smashing into the side of my face. I was launched like a rag doll. I slammed through an entire building. Pain laced through me, my bones would have broken in real life. I wanted to just lay there, give up. But I knew I couldn't. If I give up, he'll get what he wanted. I couldn't let that happen. I dragged myself to my feet, disoriented, to say the least.

"I'm not giving up. I'll take him down, even if it kills me." I whispered more to myself than anything. I leaped at the blue avatar flipping in mid-air. Through sheer luck, my kick landed. My bladed foot sliding through his face. Sparks generated from gold meeting blue. I landed unsteadily on bladed feet. Me at 12%, him at 43%, the clock at 126 and decreasing fast. Any solid hit and I die. A resounding crash pulls me from my reverie. The weapon slammed down a hair's breadth next to me. Lunging, I ran my blade along the inside of Navy's armor, the wound bleeding sparks. I registered my over-extension in a split second. Before I do; however, the hammer blew through me. Pain ripped through my back as I lost the duel.

The world refocused around me as pain from invisible wounds blossomed across my nerves. "Breathe, the phantom pain will quickly fade," Wayne's words registered as pain meds drop into my palm. "A Burst Linker's best friend. Never leave home without them. You did good, kid. You did good. He will certainly be hurting for awhile; I can promise you that."

"But I lost though…"

Wayne smiles that everything will be fine smile.

"Strength isn't defined by the number of victories you have won. By the time I learned this it was too late I'd already done irreversible things. At some point you will become who you truly are. Come on, in the immortal words of Mario: 'Let's a go!' "

I roll my eyes at the random quote but respond with one of my own, "After all, 'It's dangerous to go alone' "

I stand up and look at the real world around me, spotting the shape of Golden Edge as my shadow. Smiling I walk on knowing things would be better. Turning away from Wayne I travel home awaiting what was to come.

That night.

I slide through my small three room apartment door. Glancing down I spot the dog sleeping at the end of the hallway.

'Looks like he fell asleep,waiting for me.' The thought tugs a smile to my lips. Carefully sneaking past the slumbering beast I head to my workshop/bedroom. I push bits and bobs to the side. Gently taking out my tools I set to work.

Sorry for not updating in awhile life sucks. I have no excuse. But in other news. I have 2 hidden references to the source material in here. If you spot it good for you, if you don't it doesn't matter. I put them in just for kicks. See ya next time,

Burningbeast