Simply Stupid: A meme-game-script-novel-based story universe that incorporates all media into one universe full of dimensions and alternate timelines. A series created by Cian-Nueral (That's me, the author), it is a mostly-comedic series that refurbishes memes and make abominable jokes through vituperation, history, and real-life while also having serious turns at some point.
There are some examples from the humorous aspect. Mega Man Robot Masters being some of the biggest weirdos around as well as Mega Man being featured in porn magazines aimed at female robots illegally? Ash Ketchum from Pokémon being lusted for by both human AND pokémon women? What about a literal vehicle violating an ICE agent's personal space?
The darker sides included an ancient orchestrated phenomenon that almost sucked the life out of anything at any time, characters like Bomberman having a vital aspect to their character fall apart as part of a plot to wipe the universe clean, and even things like Thomas the Tank Engine taking drugs to curb his depression.
This is just an introduction. That's it.
Like every single Simply Stupid story, I challenge myself into adding two subjects that fit what the story is about despite clearly not following the 3-Act Structure:
Setting aside differences and understanding new things in a constantly changing universe.
I am Cian-Nueral, and I don't own anything other than a few dozen OCs and the concept of Simply Stupid. Read, Review, and Enjoy!
A US ICE HSI agent was eating some sour cream and onion potato chips outside his assigned station, watching a MotoGP race on his phone to kill some time. Pausing so he can take a sip of iced coffee, he noticed an abandoned red, pink, and white Ducati 848 at the lamppost to his left.
All he did was whistle in delight. "Sweet. Haven't seen a beautiful Ducati like that since highschool... I like the look."
Little did he know that this would change everything for him.
[J: "More than meets the eye... That's something many never take notice of until it beats the reality into them like a roid-raged gorilla. Aliens are real, but the fact that we coexist with them here on Earth can make prejudiced conspiracy theorists have a mental breakdown from sheer ignorance."]
MuryaNemi Village, Planet Bomber, Bomber Nebula (Circa 2013)...
A lone white, navy blue, and red-figure glared at the massive robot that looked like a mech succumb to having its head blown off point-blank. He struck a pose with the wind waving his scarf like a flag...
[J: "There's this one alien I heard of after he and a bunch of other people were locked into a suddenly broadcasted battle to the death against an old man with one of the biggest grudges I've ever seen. Apparently, he's a decorated child soldier many species respect for constantly fighting to protect others as the greatest hero and emperor of his home nebula. The funny thing about it is that we met in a failed raid where I was supposed to detain him and dozens of others. I nearly lost my job that time.
Anyways, about Earth; Life is not normal, no matter how well portrayed it is in media."]
Mega City, San Diego, California, USA, Earth (2019)
A cyan and cobalt blue robot jumped over a few pillars, firing solar-powered energy rounds from his left arm. Watching the projectiles subdue a few other robots, he started running into a dark hall alone...
[J: "Robots, monsters, and many more live here as well, living their lives without too many concerns. My job is to-.]
[A: "Jack?"]
[J: "Yeah?"]
Daytona Beach, Florida, USA, August of 2024...
The agent stopped recording from his cellphone and turned to the Ducati 848 parked next to him.
"Just wondering. Should I change my colors or stay like this?"
The guy looked at the motorcycle and facepalmed. "Your body, your choice. Other than looking like an old Ducati, I don't know what to say."
The motorcycle leaned slightly to its right until the guy had to stop it from falling over and getting sand in its gears.
"What are you doing?"
The motorcycle said nothing as it lowered its mirrors slightly.
"'Cee? What's the matter?"
"... *sigh* I don't know... We've been trying to search for Autobots for a while now."
"... I won't stop until you get closure... It's the best I can do for you."
"Deserting your post? Not reporting me to the authorities? Special Agent Darby, I ruined your whole career by coming into your life. What's the point of helping when you can't help yourself?"
Jack looked down and gave a short sigh.
[J: "I am Special Agent Jackson Darby. I served the US government for the past seven years before being forced into this situation, riding a living definition of a mobile arsenal across the country to find more of her kind."]
Everything fades to black, with only the sounds of motorcycles, cars, and trucks passing by.
[J: "You can say that I have a case of wanderlust with a motorsports obsession. I don't mind."]
US Route 50, Nevada, USA...
Darby and the motorcycle dodged a salvo of energy blasts along the US Route 50.
Pulling out his Beretta APX 9mm pistol, the rogue agent fired at the group of sports cars attacking them with precise shots, taking out their lights.
"We're nearing an exit!" the motorcycle called out as her occupant pulled out a cardboard cylinder full of fireworks to enable their escape.
"Alright! Lighting the fuse now. Get ready to transform! I see a creek we can hide in!" Darby responded as he did as he said he would and let it cook.
"*hiss...* One!"
"*-ssss...* Two!"
As the human of the pair dropped the fireworks, the motorcycle drove up the ramp and jumped.
"*-ssss...* Three!"
Quickly transforming into a slender humanoid silhouette slightly shorter than her released passenger, the motorcycle brought the both of them into a dry riverbed, where the fireworks made a bright blinding light and covered the area in smoke...
#
(Play Running Wild by Airbourne...)
The two drove quickly along the route, avoiding any encounters with law enforcement. They could hear sirens passing by, not noticing the duo speeding by from the other side. Uphills, through deserts, next to railroads, over rivers, and by beaches. Driving past forests, and walking through blizzards.
All they had were bags full of spare clothes, personal protection, necessities, and jars of glowing liquid. Anytime there was someone in need, they found a way to help. Fire, flood, break-in, escaping a hurricane, and more.
Man and machine. Two individuals alien to each other in more ways than one. Especially between strangers.
It didn't matter.
They need to find and take count of who is there.
Not getting caught by law enforcement.
At the night, one might see Darby, riding the motorcycle as they head east.
#
The two passed by a quad-oval cookie-cutter track with a road course inside.
There, a trio of blocky race cars loomed from the shadows...
#
On their travels, they went through Michigan, where numerous silhouettes surrounded them.
[J: "In the end, we're just Wayfaring Strangers..."]
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The two reached for each other as the building above them gave in to the declining durability. The inferno above threatened to crush and immolate them with fierce intensity.
The motorcycle picked up a grenade and tossed it to Darby, who swiftly juggled the ordinance and hurled it at the jammed door when the explosion blew the doors wide open...
They're running wild.
(Stop the song...)
Simply Stupid: Wayfaring Strangers
A Transformers Parody and X-Over
At Area 51, a line of illegal extraterrestrial aliens and asylum seekers were lined up against the base's runway. The motorcycle, transformed into her bipedal form as a member of the detained illegal aliens, made a mocking face beneath a massive ice cube with bloodshot eyes and buff arms while wriggling childishly. Almost like a walking nut job with space PMS.
"Duuuuuh! I'm a Stupid block of ice! I work for an organization that has the same first letters in its name as what I am! Duuuuuuh! I can probably get melted by anything in this room- *ZAP!* AHHHHHH!"
Watching her twitch on the floor, the ice cube shrugged as the motorcycle began groaning for some blue stuff.
"Energo- *COUGH!* I need energon!"
Darby watched in concern as he looked at the jars she possessed before picking one up and presenting it to her.
"Is this what you need?"
Coming out some time after Simply Stupid: All Around the Universe Pt.3...