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Rajada: Created page with "Rajada peeked over his cards. "You sure?" "Yes," RTSPlayer responded, sitting on a folding chair across from Rajada. "I am sure." Rajada made a displeased noise, and drew anot..."

Rajada peeked over his cards. "You sure?" "Yes," RTSPlayer responded, sitting on a folding chair across from Rajada. "I am sure." Rajada made a displeased noise, and drew another card from the table. "You sure we won't bump into anyone?" RTSPlayer asked against the purple backdrop. "You ask that every time." Rajada tapped his wrist computer. "I know all the timings. Now if you don't mind me asking, why Go Fish of all games?" "I dunno, guess I got tired of beating you at poker." "Beating me? We've never played poker!" "Yeah, sorry, I guess I get things mixed up here, being timeless and all that. Wish I could go home. Got any threes?" Rajada handed a single card over. "You know you can't. You died in the other universe. If you come home before the universes merge the universes will seek balance the easiest way possible. You'll get hit by a bus or something. Got any kings?" "With my luck, a meteor will fall out of the sky and crush me. Go fish." Rajada drew another card, discarding a pair soon after. "Raj, when the universes do merge, how do I know you'll come get me? What if you turn evil? I'll be trapped here." Rajada shook his head. "It won't happen, besides, you're one of the most valuable people in any universe. An eternity to study the fabric tethering time and space together. You have knowledge any evil genius would kill to get their hands on. Speaking of, I wonder how evil Rajada is doing with that virtual cheese project I decided to create." RTSPlayer laughed. "Seriously? You invented virtual cheese?" Rajada shrugged. "Well I did in ''some'' universe. Nines please." RTSPlayer shook his head. "All the Rajadas in the multiverse and I got the lazy one. Hopefully not too lazy to go fish." Rajada drew another card.

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The worker entered the room containing the time machine and flipped down his welding mask. He had little time now, but this was his only opportunity. About twenty minutes later, the task was complete, and he began welding the new tank back into place. Rajada entered the room. After a moment, the worker stopped and turned to Rajada. "Hey hey!" he said cheerfully, "Just got that new tank installed, so she's not going to explode any time soon. You want me to remove the modifications he made as well?" Rajada glanced at the modifications Balthazar had made to the machine. "No," Rajada replied. "It might be dangerous, I need to study them first, make sure they can be removed without further catastrophe." "You're the boss," the worker said, picking up his welding unit. "See you tomorrow!" he said as he left the room. Rajada just stared at the machine for a moment. He approached it, almost cautiously at first, before he took a deep breath and flicked it on. Half expecting it to immediately explode, Rajada shielded his head. After a moment of quiet whirring, the machine booted, a nearby TV screen flicking to life. Rajada stared at the machine quizzically. These modifications seemed functional now, and the TV was showing a camera feed from somewhere he didn't recognize. Rajada's curiosity got the better of him, and he began to push buttons, the screen flashing through different cameras as he looked for clues as to what was going on.

The worker ditched his equipment in the first inconspicuous spot he could find. He quickly punched some buttons on his wrist mounted computer and vanished into thin air.

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Rajada: Created page with "The worker entered the room containing the time machine and flipped down his welding mask. He had little time now, but this was his only opportunity. About twenty minutes late..."

The worker entered the room containing the time machine and flipped down his welding mask. He had little time now, but this was his only opportunity. About twenty minutes later, the task was complete, and he began welding the new tank back into place. Rajada entered the room. After a moment, the worker stopped and turned to Rajada. "Hey hey!" he said cheerfully, "Just got that new tank installed, so she's not going to explode any time soon. You want me to remove the modifications he made as well?" Rajada glanced at the modifications Balthazar had made to the machine. "No," Rajada replied. "It might be dangerous, I need to study them first, make sure they can be removed without further catastrophe." "You're the boss," the worker said, picking up his welding unit. "See you tomorrow!" he said as he left the room. Rajada just stared at the machine for a moment. He approached it, almost cautiously at first, before he took a deep breath and flicked it on. Half expecting it to immediately explode, Rajada shielded his head. After a moment of quiet whirring, the machine booted, a nearby TV screen flicking to life. Rajada stared at the machine quizzically. These modifications seemed functional now, and the TV was showing a camera feed from somewhere he didn't recognize. Rajada's curiosity got the better of him, and he began to push buttons, flashing through different cameras as he looked for clues as to what was going on.

The worker ditched his equipment in the first inconspicuous spot he could find. He quickly punched some buttons on his wrist mounted computer and vanished into thin air.

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RTSPlayer sat up with a sudden motion and took a swing at Rajada's face. Contact was made but Rajada barely flinched. Realizing he had no idea why he just did that, RTSPlayer quickly came up with an excuse. "So, still using those powers eh?" "Powers? Oh no no no, RTSPlayer, these are not powers. Out legal department says so. They're applied quantum physics used to cheat the laws of nature. In fact, let's just call them 'cheats' for short." "Uh huh, yeah, good, just making sure," RTSPlayer stammered awkwardly as he prepared to leave. "Besides, I can't turn them off because, well, you'll see."

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Rajada appeared in the middle of the dessert, his lab was nowhere to be found. Looking around, he spied a nearly buried rock. Punching a few buttons on his computer, a small laser etched the stone with apparent gibberish. It was done. He punched some more buttons and vaporized.

'''...'''

Rajada phased into existence in the alleyway behind RTSPlayer's house. Acting quickly, Rajada dug through his back and threw one of the quantum bombs into the dumpster. Done. Rajada pressed some buttons on his wrist and vanished.

'''...'''

Rajada entered the room holding his time machine. He overrode the paradox protection protocols and set the repetition factor of the machine to 65,535. Rajada emptied the remaining scrap and wires out of his backpack and into a wall panel that hid pipes leading to the time machine. He discarded the empty backpack in the hall, set the timer on the machine, then disappeared.

'''...'''

Rajada awoke at his desk. It had been a long night. it was nearly 2 AM and he only had 7 hours to sleep before the tour today. As he shuffled towards the exit, he nearly tripped on a discarded backpack. Not recognizing it and finding it empty, he tossed it into a supply closet. Today was an important day, today he would ask his long-time friends to become a part of his new empire. With G-MO's security expertise and RTSPlayer's skills, they would design the ultimate Nerf tournament utilizing his latest technology. They would be forever remembered as those who redefined the Nerf tournament.

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G-MO suddenly had a thought. "I'm not going to kill anyone" he said, dropping his weapon. "But I am going to do this!" G-MO pulled a Triplestrike out, but this was no ordinary Triplestrike. The gleaming rockets were tethered together and sparked with electricity. G-MO fired at the unarmed Rajada, tazing him into unconsciousness. The armed Rajada lowered his gun. "Oh, good idea, we'll kill him with the-" G-MO pointed the Triplestrike at the armed Rajada. "Hey! Wait G-MO, what are you do-" but Rajada fell to the ground, out cold.

RTSPlayer smiled a little. "So, I guess I'm not the only one borrowing Rajada's guns huh?" G-MO tossed the tazer aside. "Honestly, when Rajada told me about how he'd be going slowly nuts, I thought I needed a backup plan in case the worst happened. I never thought I'd have to use it like this." "Good idea though, sort them out on our own terms." "I don't need to," replied G-MO. "How?" asked RTSPlayer. G-MO walked over to the jet's wreckage and lifted one of the wings. Hidden inside the cockpit was Rajada. "Come on, you think Rajada would have me kill someone? The consequences would be unthinkable." The unarmed Rajada's device had long since worn off, revealing him to be Balthazar's parallel self. RTSPlayer nudged the tazed Rajada. "So this is... Rajada two? Eviler Rajada?" "Exactly." G-MO replied. "Come on, we need to get Rajada out of the wreckage."

'''...'''

Rajada pushed the final button, sending both villains back to their own dimension. "Can't have them here if we're going to save the universe," he said, seemingly justifying his actions. "They might realize what we've done, but it will be too late soon." "I'm just glad the plan is back on track," G-MO said. "You had me worried for a while there." "I know," replied Rajada. "Let me make it up to you, meet me in VR training in an hour."

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"Wait guys!" Rajada stopped screaming. "I have an idea! Let's do nothing and let our parallel selves make a better decision!" "Well that sounds like a great idea!" RTSPlayer said sarcastically. "I can't wait to see how-" Luckily, RTSPlayer's mouth was shut quite permanently when they smashed into the mountainside.

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"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" they all screamed as they plummeted down the wormhole. Bright stripes of purple swirled and bulged around them. Finally they saw a light at the end of the wormhole. "We did it! We re-merged with one of our universes in which we survived!" RTSPlayer covered his face with his hands. "Why, why me?" he muttered.

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Rajada stood in the corner of a dank room. The single bulb above him barely lit the tiny supply closet, and it appeared that the walls were eternally damp. RTSPlayer put his head in his hands on a splintery table. His chair felt rickety and unstable. G-MO just stared from the doorway. "I'm sorry fellas, I forgot the meeting room had been quarantined due to that squid... thing... with... I'll tell you about that later. Please though, come in G-MO." G-MO reluctantly sat on an overturned spindle of thick wiring, folding his hands in front of him. Rajada closed the wooden door and a nearby shelf shook, causing RTSPlayer to lift his head. After a moment passed it seemed like the area wasn't going to cave in around them, Rajada made his way to the front of the room.

"I need ideas guys, no matter how dumb they sound, just blurt them out. Anything could give me the idea needed to help us out. Obviously, destroying the other universe is out of the picture. Go!" RTSPlayer piped up. "I found a bomb in the dumpster outside my house yesterday. It was one of yours and I thin-" "What did I just say? We can't blow up the uni- one of mine? I don't make bombs." "Well it had your logo and everything." Rajada scratched his chin for a moment. "Okay, so I need to have HR do some internal investigations, find out who's making apparently trashy Rajada incorporated knock-offs. Any ''other'' ideas?" "No," RTSPlayer replied. He was about to put his head back on the table when a green fluid dripped from an overhead pipe, eating through the table in a second. RTSPlayer withdrew his hands and scoot back a couple of feet from the table. "Come on guys, this is serious. Imagine two cars are heading for a collision, what would you do to stop them? Anything, no matter how unrealistic." G-MO extended his index finger pensively. "Build a wall." "They still crash, next?" "Build a wall of rubber," G-MO retorted. "They'll bounce off and come back. Imagine the cars are in an infinitely long half-pipe." G-MO folded his hands again. "I don't think you can prevent them from touching. You could slow them down though right?" "It would be a temporary solution, and I'm already working on that, but I need a more permanent method as well."

RTSPlayer leaned back in his chair and sighed. "Maybe you should just put the bomb in the middle of them." Rajada chuckled. "And what, knock them out of existence? We want to ''survive'' this remember?" "I don't know then!" RTSPlayer said, raising his voice. "Put a third car in to crash into the evil car, ram it off the road." Rajada stared into space for a moment. "What you just said sounded really stupid. But you do bring up a good point." Rajada motioned to a dusty chalkboard on the wall. "You see," he said drawing two rectangles on opposite sides of the board, "we can split the universe again, but in a more subtle way. We use our cheats to split the universe over some silly decision, like whether or not I build that weather control device I prototyped. Rajada tw- let's just call him evil Rajada will do the same, dissipating his quantum momentum into several other universe paths. Eventually they'll all mush together in the middle." Rajada drew several boxes between the original rectangles. "It will all average out better, we have to make sure we make our decisions almost meaningless though, that way his decisions become just as impotent." He started to scribble a line through all the boxes, but the chalk snapped. Rajada threw the stub of chalk aside. "Any questions?" RTSPlayer raised his hand. "Uhh, yeah, that makes no sense whatsoever." Rajada pointed to RTSPlayer. "Yes, good! That's exactly the kind of thinking we need! We'll decide to not do anything, therefore our parallel selves will do all the work!"

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"Well, we better get started making universes!" Rajada punched some data into the time machine's control panel then stuck his hand onto the hull of the large turbine as it spun up. "I sure hope this works." Rajada focused his mind and...

"Well?" "Well what?" Rajada asked, removing his hand from the machine. "Did it work?" RTSPlayer asked. "Uhhhh, yeah," Rajada replied, "I really don't think I should build that weather control machine anymore. Maybe some cloning technology instead." "Great!" said G-MO, faking enthusiasm. "Sounds like this is going to work out just... great. You know there's an alternate us thinking that we ''should'' build that machine right?" Rajada raised an eyebrow. "An alternate ''you'' maybe, why are you so in love with this weather machine huh? Gonna take over the world or something?" RTSPlayer chuckled. "He really got you G!"

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"Well, no sense wasting any more time, we've got a weather control machine to build!" Rajada walked off. "Wait, shouldn't we make more decisions?" G-MO said. "Later!" Rajada yelled from the next room over.

'''...'''

"I don't know guys, I'm a little bit at a loss. Not sure I can come up with another decision. I mean, I think we really hit the peak spray-painting our logo on the moon." "Yeah," RTSPlayer snorted, "on the ''dark side'' of the moon." Rajada seemed annoyed. "Well one of the universes had to get that side!"

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"I just think it's a great opportunity for advertising, and there's really no laws against it. Now everyone will see our logo up in the night sky. Maybe that will show those snooty tournament officials." Rajada paused for a moment. "Hey! I've got a great idea! One of my er... subjects recently developed a case of the crazies. Used to be a friend of mine, let's decide to perform the procedure needed to help him!" G-MO squinted his eyes a little. "Won't that mean we neglectfully don't help him in the oth-" Rajada dismissively waived his hand and booted the machine.

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"Well that was easier than I expected!" yelled Rajada over the blaring alarms. "What's that noise?" RTSPlayer yelled. Suddenly a voice came on over the intercom. "Test subject 3-1-4-1-5-9-7 escaped." a calm woman said in a pleasant-sounding voice. Rajada's face lit up in an insane way. "Oh goody! More decisions!" G-MO looked horrified. "Uhhh," G-MO said, pulling Rajada's hand from the controls, "I think this is a matter of security now." "Yis, me agree!" said Caribou, smashing at the control panel of the machine with his fists." "Oh son of a- Rajada, did you put us into a universe where we didn't do anything about the escaped lunatic?" RTSPlayer yelled. "Isn't it great?" Rajada replied, his enthusiasm never waning. "Ooooohh, pretty colors!" Caribou said to himself. Suddenly a wormhole opened up behind them in the core of the machine. "Whooooooo!" Rajada screamed over the intense winds, loose papers with their previous universe-making decisions fluttering about the room. RTSPlayer grabbed Rajada by the collar. "I'm gonna kill youuuuuuuuuuuuuu" All three of them were sucked into the wormhole, seconds before it collapsed. Caribou stared at the vacant room. "Uhhhh... I'm gonna gooo noooowwww," he said, darting off.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" they all screamed as they plummeted down the wormhole. Bright stripes of purple swirled and bulged around them. "If we survive this, you're dead!" RTSPlayer screamed. Rajada just grabbed onto G-MO as they continued to fall. "Chief of security, that crazy man is making threats!" G-MO pushed himself off of Rajada. "Don't involve me in this!" Finally, after falling for what seemed like hours, they saw a white light at the end of the wormhole. They were approaching something, and fast.

'''WHAT SHOULD THEY DO?'''

[[The Adventures of Rajada: page 20|1. Continue screaming and await imminent doom.]]

[[The Adventures of Rajada: page 21|2. Start doing a skydiving routine.]]

[[The Adventures of Rajada: page 22|3. Grab a soda for their dry throats and then continue screaming and awaiting imminent doom.]]

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Rajada stood in the corner of a dank room. The single bulb above him barely lit the tiny supply closet, and it appeared that the walls were eternally damp. RTSPlayer put his head in his hands on a splintery table. His chair felt rickety and unstable. G-MO just stared from the doorway. "I'm sorry fellas, I forgot the meeting room had been quarantined due to that squid... thing... with... I'll tell you about that later. Please though, come in G-MO." G-MO reluctantly sat on an overturned spindle of thick wiring, folding his hands in front of him. Rajada closed the wooden door and a nearby shelf shook, causing RTSPlayer to lift his head. After a moment passed it seemed like the area wasn't going to cave in around them, Rajada made his way to the front of the room.

"I need ideas guys, no matter how dumb they sound, just blurt them out. Anything could give me the idea needed to help us out. Obviously, destroying the other universe is out of the picture. Go!" RTSPlayer piped up. "I found a bomb in the dumpster outside my house yesterday. It was one of yours and I thin-" "What did I just say? We can't blow up the uni- one of mine? I don't make bombs." "Well it had your logo and everything." Rajada scratched his chin for a moment. "Okay, so I need to have HR do some internal investigations, find out who's making apparently trashy Rajada incorporated knock-offs. Any ''other'' ideas?" "No," RTSPlayer replied. He was about to put his head back on the table when a green fluid dripped from an overhead pipe, eating through the table in a second. RTSPlayer withdrew his hands and scoot back a couple of feet from the table. "Come on guys, this is serious. Imagine two cars are heading for a collision, what would you do to stop them? Anything, no matter how unrealistic." G-MO extended his index finger pensively. "Build a wall." "They still crash, next?" "Build a wall of rubber," G-MO retorted. "They'll bounce off and come back. Imagine the cars are in an infinitely long half-pipe." G-MO folded his hands again. "I don't think you can prevent them from touching. You could slow them down though right?" "It would be a temporary solution, and I'm already working on that, but I need a more permanent method as well."

RTSPlayer leaned back in his chair and sighed. "Maybe you should just put the bomb in the middle of them." Rajada chuckled. "And what, knock them out of existence? We want to ''survive'' this remember?" "I don't know then!" RTSPlayer said, raising his voice. "Put a third car in to crash into the evil car, ram it off the road." Rajada stared into space for a moment. "What you just said sounded really stupid. But you do bring up a good point." Rajada motioned to a dusty chalkboard on the wall. "You see," he said drawing two rectangles on opposite sides of the board, "we can split the universe again, but in a more subtle way. We use our cheats to split the universe over some silly decision, like whether or not I build that weather control device I prototyped. Rajada tw- let's just call him evil Rajada will do the same, dissipating his quantum momentum into several other universe paths. Eventually they'll all mush together in the middle." Rajada drew several boxes between the original rectangles. "It will all average out better, we have to make sure we make our decisions almost meaningless though, that way his decisions become just as impotent." He started to scribble a line through all the boxes, but the chalk snapped. Rajada threw the stub of chalk aside. "Any questions?" RTSPlayer raised his hand. "Uhh, yeah, that makes no sense whatsoever." Rajada pointed to RTSPlayer. "Yes, good! That's exactly the kind of thinking we need! We'll decide to not do anything, therefore our parallel selves will do all the work!"

[[File:StoryRift.png|1680px]]

"Well, we better get started making universes!" Rajada punched some data into the time machine's control panel then stuck his hand onto the hull of the large turbine as it spun up. "I sure hope this works." Rajada focused his mind and...

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"Well?" "Well what?" Rajada asked, removing his hand from the machine. "Did it work?" RTSPlayer asked. "Uhhhh, yeah," Rajada replied, "I really don't think I should build that weather control machine anymore. Maybe some cloning technology instead." "Great!" said G-MO, faking enthusiasm. "Sounds like this is going to work out just... great. You know there's an alternate us thinking that we ''should'' build that machine right?" Rajada raised an eyebrow. "An alternate ''you'' maybe, why are you so in love with this weather machine huh? Gonna take over the world or something?" RTSPlayer chuckled. "He really got you G!"

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"Well, no sense wasting any more time, we've got a weather control machine to build!" Rajada walked off. "Wait, shouldn't we make more decisions?" G-MO said. "Later!" Rajada yelled from the next room over.

'''...'''

"I don't know guys, I'm a little bit at a loss. Not sure I can come up with another decision. I mean, I think we really hit the peak spray-painting our logo on the moon." "Yeah," RTSPlayer snorted, "on the ''dark side'' of the moon." Rajada seemed annoyed. "Well one of the universes had to get that side!"

[[File:StoryRift.png|1680px]]

"I just think it's a great opportunity for advertising, and there's really no laws against it. Now everyone will see our logo up in the night sky. Maybe that will show those snooty tournament officials." Rajada paused for a moment. "Hey! I've got a great idea! One of my er... subjects recently developed a case of the crazies. Used to be a friend of mine, let's decide to perform the procedure needed to help him!" G-MO squinted his eyes a little. "Won't that mean we neglectfully don't help him in the oth-" Rajada dismissively waived his hand and booted the machine.

[[File:StoryRift.png|1680px]]

"Well that was easier than I expected!" yelled Rajada over the blaring alarms. "What's that noise?" RTSPlayer yelled. Suddenly a voice came on over the intercom. "Test subject 3-1-4-1-5-9-7 escaped." a calm woman said in a pleasant-sounding voice. Rajada's face lit up in an insane way. "Oh goody! More decisions!" G-MO looked horrified. "Uhhh," G-MO said, pulling Rajada's hand from the controls, "I think this is a matter of security now." "Yis, me agree!" said Caribou, smashing at the control panel of the machine with his fists." "Oh son of a- Rajada, did you put us into a universe where we didn't do anything about the escaped lunatic?" RTSPlayer yelled. "Isn't it great?" Rajada replied, his enthusiasm never waning. "Ooooohh, pretty colors!" Caribou said to himself. Suddenly a wormhole opened up behind them in the core of the machine. "Whooooooo!" Rajada screamed over the intense winds, loose papers with their previous universe-making decisions fluttering about the room. RTSPlayer grabbed Rajada by the collar. "I'm gonna kill youuuuuuuuuuuuuu" All three of them were sucked into the wormhole, seconds before it collapsed. Caribou stared at the vacant room. "Uhhhh... I'm gonna gooo noooowwww," he said, darting off.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" they all screamed as they plummeted down the wormhole. Bright stripes of purple swirled and bulged around them. "If we survive this, you're dead!" RTSPlayer screamed. Rajada just grabbed onto G-MO as they continued to fall. "Chief of security, that crazy man is making threats!" G-MO pushed himself off of Rajada. "Don't involve me in this!" Finally, after falling for what seemed like hours, they saw a white light at the end of the wormhole. They were approaching something, and fast.

'''WHAT SHOULD THEY DO?'''

[[The Adventures of Rajada: page 20|1. Continue screaming and await imminent doom.]]

[[The Adventures of Rajada: page 21|2. Start doing a skydiving routine.]]

[[The Adventures of Rajada: page 22|3. Grab a soda for their dry throats and then continue screaming and awaiting imminent doom.]]

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"Come on!" G-MO said. "We have to get to the time machine." G-MO and RTSPlayer ran off through the hallways. "There's no way we can take on that many of them, but we can go back and warn Rajada before it happens." RTSPlayer nodded. Finally they reached their destination and entered the room with the machine. The guard was strangely absent. "Lock-down procedures in effect," a computerized voice said over the intercom. G-MO ran up to the control panel. "Don't we need a password?" RTSPlayer yelled over the now blaring siren. G-MO looked at him for a second then punched the giant red button mounted to the console. "Why would you do that?!" Yelled RTSPlayer. "You don't know what that button does! Did you even read the manual?!" he said, pointing to a dusty volume on a nearby table that looked to be about the size of a cinder-block. G-MO just mashed the red button repeatedly in response. The room shook a little, and the lights flickered. They were both struck with a sickening feeling of empty consciousness and on the verge of passing out when...

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"Wait guys!" Rajada stopped screaming. "I have an idea! Let's do nothing and let our parallel selves make a better decision!" "Well that sounds like a great idea!" RTSPlayer said sarcastically. "I can't wait to see how-" Luckily, RTSPlayer's mouth was shut quite permanently when they smashed into the mountainside.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" they all screamed as they plummeted down the wormhole. Bright stripes of purple swirled and bulged around them. Finally they saw a light at the end of the wormhole. "We did it! We re-merged with one of our universes in which we survived!" RTSPlayer covered his face with his hands. "Why, why me?" he muttered.

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Rajada:

Rajada stood in the corner of a dank room. The single bulb above him barely lit the tiny supply closet, and it appeared that the walls were eternally damp. RTSPlayer put his head in his hands on a splintery table. His chair felt rickety and unstable. G-MO just stared from the doorway. "I'm sorry fellas, I forgot the meeting room had been quarantined due to that squid... thing... with... I'll tell you about that later. Please though, come in G-MO." G-MO reluctantly sat on an overturned spindle of thick wiring, folding his hands in front of him. Rajada closed the wooden door and a nearby shelf shook, causing RTSPlayer to lift his head. After a moment passed it seemed like the area wasn't going to cave in around them, Rajada made his way to the front of the room.

"I need ideas guys, no matter how dumb they sound, just blurt them out. Anything could give me the idea needed to help us out. Obviously, destroying the other universe is out of the picture. Go!" RTSPlayer piped up. "I found a bomb in the dumpster outside my house yesterday. It was one of yours and I thin-" "What did I just say? We can't blow up the uni- one of mine? I don't make bombs." "Well it had your logo and everything." Rajada scratched his chin for a moment. "Okay, so I need to have HR do some internal investigations, find out who's making apparently trashy Rajada incorporated knock-offs. Any ''other'' ideas?" "No," RTSPlayer replied. He was about to put his head back on the table when a green fluid dripped from an overhead pipe, eating through the table in a second. RTSPlayer withdrew his hands and scoot back a couple of feet from the table. "Come on guys, this is serious. Imagine two cars are heading for a collision, what would you do to stop them? Anything, no matter how unrealistic." G-MO extended his index finger pensively. "Build a wall." "They still crash, next?" "Build a wall of rubber," G-MO retorted. "They'll bounce off and come back. Imagine the cars are in an infinitely long half-pipe." G-MO folded his hands again. "I don't think you can prevent them from touching. You could slow them down though right?" "It would be a temporary solution, and I'm already working on that, but I need a more permanent method as well."

RTSPlayer leaned back in his chair and sighed. "Maybe you should just put the bomb in the middle of them." Rajada chuckled. "And what, knock them out of existence? We want to ''survive'' this remember?" "I don't know then!" RTSPlayer said, raising his voice. "Put a third car in to crash into the evil car, ram it off the road." Rajada stared into space for a moment. "What you just said sounded really stupid. But you do bring up a good point." Rajada motioned to a dusty chalkboard on the wall. "You see," he said drawing two rectangles on opposite sides of the board, "we can split the universe again, but in a more subtle way. We use our cheats to split the universe over some silly decision, like whether or not I build that weather control device I prototyped. Rajada tw- let's just call him evil Rajada will do the same, dissipating his quantum momentum into several other universe paths. Eventually they'll all mush together in the middle." Rajada drew several boxes between the original rectangles. "It will all average out better, we have to make sure we make our decisions almost meaningless though, that way his decisions become just as impotent." He started to scribble a line through all the boxes, but the chalk snapped. Rajada threw the stub of chalk aside. "Any questions?" RTSPlayer raised his hand. "Uhh, yeah, that makes no sense whatsoever." Rajada pointed to RTSPlayer. "Yes, good! That's exactly the kind of thinking we need! We'll decide to not do anything, therefore our parallel selves will do all the work!"

"Well, we better get started making universes!" Rajada punched some data into the time machine's control panel then stuck his hand onto the hull of the large turbine as it spun up. "I sure hope this works." Rajada focused his mind and...

"Well?" "Well what?" Rajada asked, removing his hand from the machine. "Did it work?" RTSPlayer asked. "Uhhhh, yeah," Rajada replied, "I really don't think I should build that weather control machine anymore. Maybe some cloning technology instead." "Great!" said G-MO, faking enthusiasm. "Sounds like this is going to work out just... great. You know there's an alternate us thinking that we ''should'' build that machine right?" Rajada raised an eyebrow. "An alternate ''you'' maybe, why are you so in love with this weather machine huh? Gonna take over the world or something?" RTSPlayer chuckled. "He really got you G!"

"Well, no sense wasting any more time, we've got a weather control machine to build!" Rajada walked off. "Wait, shouldn't we make more decisions?" G-MO said. "Later!" Rajada yelled from the next room over.

'''...'''

"I don't know guys, I'm a little bit at a loss. Not sure I can come up with another decision. I mean, I think we really hit the peak spray-painting our logo on the moon." "Yeah," RTSPlayer snorted, "on the ''dark side'' of the moon." Rajada seemed annoyed. "Well one of the universes had to get that side!"

"I just think it's a great opportunity for advertising, and there's really no laws against it. Now everyone will see our logo up in the night sky. Maybe that will show those snooty tournament officials." Rajada paused for a moment. "Hey! I've got a great idea! One of my er... subjects recently developed a case of the crazies. Used to be a friend of mine, let's decide to perform the procedure needed to help him!" G-MO squinted his eyes a little. "Won't that mean we neglectfully don't help him in the oth-" Rajada dismissively waived his hand and booted the machine.

"Well that was easier than I expected!" yelled Rajada over the blaring alarms. "What's that noise?" RTSPlayer yelled. Suddenly a voice came on over the intercom. "Test subject 3-1-4-1-5-9-7 escaped." a calm woman said in a pleasant-sounding voice. Rajada's face lit up in an insane way. "Oh goody! More decisions!" G-MO looked horrified. "Uhhh," G-MO said, pulling Rajada's hand from the controls, "I think this is a matter of security now." "Yis, me agree!" said Caribou, smashing at the control panel of the machine with his fists." "Oh son of a- Rajada, did you put us into a universe where we didn't do anything about the escaped lunatic?" RTSPlayer yelled. "Isn't it great?" Rajada replied, his enthusiasm never waning. "Ooooohh, pretty colors!" Caribou said to himself. Suddenly a wormhole opened up behind them in the core of the machine. "Whooooooo!" Rajada screamed over the intense winds, loose papers with their previous universe-making decisions fluttering about the room. RTSPlayer grabbed Rajada by the collar. "I'm gonna kill youuuuuuuuuuuuuu" All three of them were sucked into the wormhole, seconds before it collapsed. Caribou stared at the vacant room. "Uhhhh... I'm gonna gooo noooowwww," he said, darting off.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" they all screamed as they plummeted down the wormhole. Bright stripes of purple swirled and bulged around them. "If we survive this, you're dead!" RTSPlayer screamed. Rajada just grabbed onto G-MO as they continued to fall. "Chief of security, that crazy man is making threats!" G-MO pushed himself off of Rajada. "Don't involve me in this!" Finally, after falling for what seemed like hours, they saw a white light at the end of the wormhole. They were approaching something, and fast.

'''WHAT SHOULD THEY DO?'''

[[The Adventures of Rajada: page 20|1. Continue screaming and await imminent doom.]]

[[The Adventures of Rajada: page 21|2. Start doing a skydiving routine.]]

[[The Adventures of Rajada: page 22|3. Grab a soda for their dry throats and then continue screaming and awaiting imminent doom.]]

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"Wait!" G-MO said in a stifled yell. "This doesn't seem right." G-MO glanced over his shoulder, but RTSPlayer was already gone. "Aw man!" G-MO considered the thought of running after RTSPlayer, but just then, a Hyperstrike slid through the doorway. G-MO stopped short and watched in amazement as Rajada flipped one of the thugs onto the ground with a spinning body-slam. He then cut another down with a sweeping kick, his skull bouncing off the head of the other recently disposed villain. G-MO, being a bit of a martial arts buff, recognized some of the moves. He watched, silently as Rajada pulled off forbidden Ultimate Fighting moves, stances known only to obscure monk cults, at one point he was pretty sure Rajada pulled the whole room quickly to the left with a sickening wobble, knocking several thugs onto the ground. Then G-MO noticed something odd; Rajada was performing the moves, but he didn't seem to ''know'' them. As the last thug fell to his knees, clutching his dislocated spinal disc, RTSPlayer approached the doorway. "I found a really big gun! I'm sure we can take them out, but... I guess... you don't... need... it..." RTSPlayer lowered the over-sized, re-colored Triplestrike, staring at Rajada, still in a battle ready stance over the pile of incapacitated goons. Rajada pushed the back of the head of the last, kneeling thug with one finger, causing RTSPlayer to jump a little as the thug's face impacted on the tile flooring with a wet slap.

G-MO entered the room, delivering a decent kick to the chest of a still groaning thug. "What in the heck was ''that''?" he asked, puzzled. "What was what?" Rajada quickly replied. "That!" G-MO shot back, pointing at a now fading body on the floor. "Oh that?" Rajada asked before taking a deep breath. "That was nothing, just a little tiff I was having with a rival institution." "What, a mental institution?" RTSPlayer chuckled, "Because, you're looking a little insane right now." "No!" Rajada said, insulted. "It was a munitions company, they wanted to steal my weapons!" RTSPlayer held up the large gun he had found. "Well, I could have told them they were looking in the wrong place." Rajada glared for a moment before snapping the gun from his hands. "Give me that! This is highly sensitive!" "Geniuses..." RTSPlayer whispered under his breath.

G-MO looked at the empty room. "Hey," he started, "didn't the lab go into lock down during the attack?" He paused for a moment and before Rajada could respond he continued. "I may have only been your chief of security for the last forty-five minutes, but I'm pretty sure it should have prevented him..." He pointed to RTSPlayer, then to Rajada's gun. "...from getting that." Rajada looked from one side of the room to the other. "What exactly were they looking for?" G-MO asked. Rajada began to walk right through the pair. "Hey!" G-MO raised his voice, "What exactly were they looking for?" Rajada just walked straight ahead.

'''WHAT SHOULD THEY DO?'''

[[The Adventures of Rajada: page 6|Inquire further into the subject.]]

[[The Adventures of Rajada: page 7|Drop it, it is his business anyway.]]

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"We need guns! Let's grab whatever we can find in the test labs," RTSPlayer quickly blurted. "What?" G-MO responded, "Are you nuts? The last weapon we saw in there liquified the guy firing it!" But RTSPlayer was already gone. G-MO took one last glance into the room then ran off to find RTSPlayer. Reaching a dead end, he spun around and backtracked. As he passed by the room Rajada was being held captive in, a Hyperstrike slid through the doorway. G-MO stopped short and watched in amazement as Rajada flipped one of the thugs onto the ground with a spinning body-slam. He then cut another down with a sweeping kick, his skull bouncing off the head of the other recently disposed villain. G-MO, being a bit of a martial arts buff, recognized some of the moves. He watched, silently as Rajada pulled off forbidden Ultimate Fighting moves, stances known only to obscure monk cults, at one point he was pretty sure Rajada pulled the whole room quickly to the left with a sickening wobble, knocking several thugs onto the ground. Then G-MO noticed something odd; Rajada was performing the moves, but he didn't seem to ''know'' them. As the last thug fell to his knees, clutching his dislocated spinal disc, RTSPlayer approached the doorway. "I found a really big gun! I'm sure we can take them out, but... I guess... you don't... need... it..." RTSPlayer lowered the over-sized, re-colored Triplestrike, staring at Rajada, still in a battle ready stance over the pile of incapacitated goons. Rajada pushed the back of the head of the last, kneeling thug with one finger, causing RTSPlayer to jump a little as the thug's face impacted on the tile flooring with a wet slap.

G-MO entered the room, delivering a decent kick to the chest of a still groaning thug. "What in the heck was ''that''?" he asked, puzzled. "What was what?" Rajada quickly replied. "That!" G-MO shot back, pointing at a now fading body on the floor. "Oh that?" Rajada asked before taking a deep breath. "That was nothing, just a little tiff I was having with a rival institution." "What, a mental institution?" RTSPlayer chuckled, "Because, you're looking a little insane right now." "No!" Rajada said, insulted. "It was a munitions company, they wanted to steal my weapons!" RTSPlayer held up the large gun he had found. "Well, I could have told them they were looking in the wrong place." Rajada glared for a moment before snapping the gun from his hands. "Give me that! This is highly sensitive!" "Geniuses..." RTSPlayer whispered under his breath.

G-MO looked at the empty room. "Hey," he started, "didn't the lab go into lock down during the attack?" He paused for a moment and before Rajada could respond he continued. "I may have only been your chief of security for the last forty-five minutes, but I'm pretty sure it should have prevented him..." He pointed to RTSPlayer, then to Rajada's gun. "...from getting that." Rajada looked from one side of the room to the other. "What exactly were they looking for?" G-MO asked. Rajada began to walk right through the pair. "Hey!" G-MO raised his voice, "What exactly were they looking for?" Rajada just walked straight ahead.

'''WHAT SHOULD THEY DO?'''

[[The Adventures of Rajada: page 6|1. Inquire further into the subject.]]

[[The Adventures of Rajada: page 7|2. Drop it, it is his business anyway.]]

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G-MO opened his eyes, still clenching his fists in shock. He looked at his bizarre surroundings, noting the swirling purple torrents of energy around him.

RTSPlayer saw him and called out. "Hey! G-MO! You're here!"

G-MO glanced around, not fully comprehending. "Where are we?" he asked. "At the beginning!" RTSPlayer replied. "Uhhh, what?" G-MO said. "I've always been here you know." RTSPlayer continued. "But you, you only come here every so often, its quite odd, you never seem to be able to stay in the same place for very long." G-MO stared at him a moment. "Oh, you're leaving again," RTSPlayer said as he began to fade away. "Don't sweat it! It happens to the best of us! And remind me to do that thing when you get back!" G-MO reached out to grasp RTSPlayer, but he lost his footing and fell up, into the inner negative envelope of the outside's threshold...

[[The Adventures of Rajada: page 1|continue...]]

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G-MO knew a thing or two about hand to hand combat, but he wasn't so sure he could take on a dozen armed men. Still, he couldn't think of another alternative. As he jumped into the room with an audible clunk, every thug in there turned to face him. G-MO counted at least 8 Hyperstrikes before he was picked off. As RTSPlayer made a turn for the exit, he too, was surgically removed by a single shot. Rajada was at the mercy of the thugs now, and mercy seemed to be one of the last things on their minds. "Your pathetic friends are dead!" the thug yelled. "Now, one more time! Where is i- i- i- t- t..."

[[The Adventures of Rajada: page 0|continue...]]

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Rajada:

[[File:Mice.jpg|thumb]]

Rajada, G-MO, and RTSPlayer were standing in an area of the lab without a ceiling. Rajada pulled out a red and black Ballzooka. "I call it... the Deathzooka, for obvious reasons. It was fairly easy to make. All I had to do was increase the pressure capacitance in the nozzle and..." G-MO and RTSPlayer looked at each other a little puzzled. RTSPlayer leaned in and whispered to G-MO "Hey, weren't we supposed to do something when we got here?" "What are you talking about?" G-MO replied softly. "I... don't know." RTSPlayer said, looking at the ground. "...then I just carved out a larger opening for the modified ball. Watch." A secret passage in the wall opened and Todd stepped through. "The trail of bonus points ends here." he said aloud. Rajada took aim. Todd stuttered "I- I know what I said about you being a bozo was totally inappropriate, but I actually believe that-" There was a loud click as Rajada pushed the handle in and released a huge luminescent Ballzooka ball surrounded by a bizarre collection of metallic orbs, energy arcing between them. The impact launched Todd into the air as he cried "Woah!". "Hmmmm... how disappointing, I was expecting better results... oh well. I guess I can always amp up the energy output by a few hundred joules." "Why stop there?" mumbled RTSPlayer sarcastically. G-MO gave him a cock-eyed glare. "I'll tell you why," said Rajada, his voice intensifying in preparation for one of his trademarked diatribes, "politics!" Rajada guided the pair down another hallway. "League officials say they don't want more powerful weapons in the junior leagues. They say the power suits aren't meant to handle the kind of energy output the guns would demand of them. If they'd just use my upgraded batteries they wouldn't have an issue. Of course, the moron running the place tells me that if I'm so upset about it, why not start my own tournament?" The three rounded a corner and walked past a large window made of shatter-proof glass. RTSPlayer let his gaze wander to the scene behind the glass. "I think he was trying to insult me, honestly, so I took this large temple I won in a poker game... funny story actually. I had a pair of twos in my hand and had been bluffing this rich Texan who thought he knew exactly..." RTSPlayer stopped walking to observe what seemed to be two identical men wheeling a stripped down Whomper on a cart to a large machine at the other end of the room. G-MO stopped and turned to see where his friend had gone off to. The Whomper's exposed guts were meticulously linked up to several cables by the men; it seemed some kind of test was about to occur. G-MO wandered over to RTSPlayer. When the cables were properly hooked up, the men retreated into a built-in cement bunker in the room where they flipped a large switch. The Whomper shook for a moment before violently exploding, filling the room with white smoke. G-MO and RTSPlayer turned to stare at each other, a little bewildered. The room began venting the smoke and Rajada suddenly called to them "You coming? I’ve got more to show you." RTSPlayer and G-MO broke their stare and walked towards the open door to the test labs.

'''...'''

Rajada, RTSPlayer, and G-MO emerged from the testing labs. RTSPlayer had a wide-eyed look on his face as he turned in time to see G-MO shudder a little. "Okay, that’s why I test weapons before using them. Had that been a competitor, we’d have big trouble on our hands, even with the improved suits. Don’t worry, I can always get more scientists, they re-spawn rather quickly." "I... think I’m gonna be sick," G-MO said. Rajada nodded to a guard by a large security door. The group entered a room with a large machine in it. Pipes extended out of the main body of the device and stretched down tight hallways for what seemed like eternity. "Being a genius and all, I have a little insurance policy I'd like to let you in on as my newest hires. This machine generates enough energy to create a small rip in the time space continuum. Enough to go back in time about sixty minutes." "That’s it?" RTSPlayer said, laughing a little. Rajada stared at him uncertain what the joke was. "Sorry, continue." RTSPlayer said. "Anyway," Rajada continued "I implore you to only use this machine if it becomes absolutely necessary. We're talking life or death. Of course I have secure locks on everything in the lab, so I’ll have to program the computers to recognize you, which may take a while. So in the mean time, I’ll just give you the pass-” He was cut off by a loud, screeching siren accompanied by bright, green flashing lights.

G-MO pulled a quick glance at Rajada and noticed that he looked nervous. This was the first time G-MO had seen Rajada not smugly self-assured. Distracted, Rajada quickly ran off. "Wait here!" he called back to them. G-MO and RTSPlayer attempted to follow him, but lost him in the vast, maze-like corridors. As they walked towards an open doorway, they heard voices in the other direction. G-MO turned around and peered around the corner. He saw Rajada on his knees with a Hyper Strike at his head. The thug holding it yelled “Where is it?” Rajada sat in the middle of a ring of thugs, hands behind his head and said nothing. The thug yelled again “Where is it!?”

'''WHAT SHOULD THEY DO?'''

[[The Adventures of Rajada: page 2|1. Run for the time machine.]]

[[The Adventures of Rajada: page 3|2. Try to find a weapon in the lab.]]

[[The Adventures of Rajada: page 4|3. Stay and watch hoping Rajada has some ace up his sleeve.]]

[[The Adventures of Rajada: page 5|4. Try to take on the thugs Kung-Fu style.]]

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[[File:Mice.jpg|thumb]]

'''Prologue'''

It should be noted that the following story was never really intended as anything other than a joke. A funny poke at RTSPlayer's strangely addicting adventure of a Nerf tournament gone awry, fallen into chaos instigated by the rise of individuals with ridiculously stereotyped helpful superpowers. His story lays unfinished to this day, as did mine for the longest time. But when I created the in-game campaign "Infiltration" I decided to come back and write one last page, an ending, proving that all the events in this story were in fact what lead to the events of "Infiltration". What you see before you has been edited dramatically, and strewn with secrets, just like any number of my maps. Hopefully, by reading this story, you will understand what lead to the rise of this odd universe in which G-MO always lets evil know, that there is a new sheriff in town.

----

Rajada, G-MO, and RTSPlayer were standing in an area of the lab without a ceiling. Rajada pulled out a red and black Ballzooka. "I call it... the Deathzooka, for obvious reasons. It was fairly easy to make. All I had to do was increase the pressure capacitance in the nozzle and..." G-MO and RTSPlayer looked at each other a little puzzled. "...then I just carved out a larger opening for the modified ball. Watch." A secret passage in the wall opened and Todd stepped through. "The trail of bonus points ends here." he said aloud. Rajada took aim. Todd stuttered "I- I know what I said about you being a bozo was totally inappropriate, but I actually believe that-" There was a loud click as Rajada pushed the handle in and released a huge luminescent Ballzooka ball surrounded by a bizarre collection of metallic orbs, energy arcing between them. The impact launched Todd into the air as he cried "Woah!". "Hmmmm... how disappointing, I was expecting better results... oh well. I guess I can always amp up the energy output by a few hundred joules." "Why stop there?" mumbled RTSPlayer sarcastically. G-MO gave him a cock-eyed glare. "I'll tell you why," said Rajada, his voice intensifying in preparation for one of his trademarked diatribes, "politics!" Rajada guided the pair down another hallway. "League officials say they don't want more powerful weapons in the junior leagues. They say the power suits aren't meant to handle the kind of energy output the guns would demand of them. If they'd just use my upgraded batteries they wouldn't have an issue. Of course, the moron running the place tells me that if I'm so upset about it, why not start my own tournament?" The three rounded a corner and walked past a large window made of shatter-proof glass. RTSPlayer let his gaze wander to the scene behind the glass. "I think he was trying to insult me, honestly, so I took this large temple I won in a poker game... funny story actually. I had a pair of twos in my hand and had been bluffing this rich Texan who thought he knew exactly..." RTSPlayer stopped walking to observe what seemed to be two identical men wheeling a stripped down Whomper on a cart to a large machine at the other end of the room. G-MO stopped and turned to see where his friend had gone off to. The Whomper's exposed guts were meticulously linked up to several cables by the men; it seemed some kind of test was about to occur. G-MO wandered over to RTSPlayer. When the cables were properly hooked up, the men retreated into a built-in cement bunker in the room where they flipped a large switch. The Whomper shook for a moment before violently exploding, filling the room with white smoke. G-MO and RTSPlayer turned to stare at each other, a little bewildered. The room began venting the smoke and Rajada suddenly called to them "You coming? I’ve got more to show you." RTSPlayer and G-MO broke their stare and walked towards the open door to the test labs.

'''...'''

Rajada, RTSPlayer, and G-MO emerged from the testing labs. RTSPlayer had a wide-eyed look on his face as he turned in time to see G-MO shudder a little. "Okay, that’s why I test weapons before using them. Had that been a competitor, we’d have big trouble on our hands, even with the improved suits. Don’t worry, I can always get more scientists, they re-spawn rather quickly." "I... think I’m gonna be sick," G-MO said. Rajada nodded to a guard by a large security door. The group entered a room with a large machine in it. Pipes extended out of the main body of the device and stretched down tight hallways for what seemed like eternity. "Being a genius and all, I have a little insurance policy I'd like to let you in on as my newest hires. This machine generates enough energy to create a small rip in the time space continuum. Enough to go back in time about sixty minutes." "That’s it?" RTSPlayer said, laughing a little. Rajada stared at him uncertain what the joke was. "Sorry, continue." RTSPlayer said. "Anyway," Rajada continued "I implore you to only use this machine if it becomes absolutely necessary. We're talking life or death. Of course I have secure locks on everything in the lab, so I’ll have to program the computers to recognize you, which may take a while. So in the mean time, I’ll just give you the pass-” He was cut off by a loud, screeching siren accompanied by bright, green flashing lights.

G-MO pulled a quick glance at Rajada and noticed that he looked nervous. This was the first time G-MO had seen Rajada not smugly self-assured. Distracted, Rajada quickly ran off. "Wait here!" he called back to them. G-MO and RTSPlayer attempted to follow him, but lost him in the vast, maze-like corridors. As they walked towards an open doorway, they heard voices in the other direction. G-MO turned around and peered around the corner. He saw Rajada on his knees with a Hyper Strike at his head. The thug holding it yelled “Where is it?” Rajada sat in the middle of a ring of thugs, hands behind his head and said nothing. The thug yelled again “Where is it!?”

'''WHAT SHOULD THEY DO?'''

[[The Adventures of Rajada: page 2|1. Run for the time machine.]]

[[The Adventures of Rajada: page 3|2. Try to find a weapon in the lab.]]

[[The Adventures of Rajada: page 4|3. Stay and watch hoping Rajada has some ace up his sleeve.]]

[[The Adventures of Rajada: page 5|4. Try to take on the thugs Kung-Fu style.]]

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Confessions of a Teenage NAB Enthusiast

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== Writing Stories ==

Rajada sighed a little as he stared at the blank page. Three-thirty. Half an hour and still nothing. "Why am I doing this?" he thought. "Why do I need to write a story? Chris comes back and suddenly you've got to write? What am I trying to show him up?" He reflected on the truth in his outburst for a moment. There were already so many stories; Rajada hadn't even read half of them. He often didn't have the patience for a "serious" plot line. Rajada clicked his pen and began writing.

Moose Rider:

''Caribou finds himsel-''

"No that's a terrible idea," he said out loud.

Nerf Wars: Return of the Twisters:

''A long, long time a-''

Suddenly a man with a grey beard walked through the door. "Nope, try again," said the man, scratching out Rajada's most recent idea. "Here, have an autograph, and come up with a better idea" he said, scribbling down a signature. Rajada lifted up the paper. "Uh, thanks, Mr. George who?" but the man was already gone. "Uh huh," said Rajada, turning back to his pad of paper. "I really ought to lock that door." Rajada crumpled up the piece of paper bearing the strange man's name and blindly tossed it towards a wastebasket missing by several feet. "Okay, better idea, better idea. There are already so many stories with real community members as characters... maybe I can take advantage of that." said Rajada, mumbling to himself. He grabbed his pen again. "If I want the story to be memorable, it has to have a simple idea behind it."

"Okay, a ruthless band of 100,000 Tribe team members attack a standing army of 306 Tycoons. I'll call it: ''306''."
Rajada stared at his writing. "Nah, that will never sell."

Meanwhile, Chris was spying on Rajada, taking all of his ideas down. "This is pure gold!" whispered Chris to himself. Rajada looked back at the scratched out heap on his paper. "Things like ''Yam, King of Potatoes'' are popular despite the sheer lack of quality. I wonder if I could use- no, puns are lazy." Rajada adjusted his chair. "Hmmmm... how about a story where I take a site administrator and make him some sort of crime-fighting, loose cannon cop?" he asked himself aloud. "It's been done," said Chris, hanging from a suspension wire just above Rajada's head. "Oops." Rajada whipped his head up and stared in disbelief. Chris just smiled back nervously.

'''...'''

"Well, now that that's taken care of," said Rajada washing the deep red stains from his hands, "I can finally get back to my story." "Hey, thanks for the cherries!" said Chris, dragging his harness cable behind him. "Well, I have so many," said Rajada as Chris walked out the door, "it would be a shame to let them go to waste." As the front door closed, Rajada's smile broke. "Lazy hack" he muttered under his breath. "Where was I?" Rajada looked at his mutilated page. "Oh yeah. Okay. No big deal. I can handle this. Hmmmm? Maybe if I just start writing words, the idea will come more naturally!" Rajada began writing again.

''<s>It was the best of ti</s>

<s>It was a dark and stormy night in Skyscraper</s>

<s>Call me G-MO</s>''

He scribbled out his sentences. "Chris makes this look so easy! I bet he'll have written four of my stolen stories by the time I get one good idea!" Rajada clicked his pen rapidly. "Wait, that's it!" Rajada ran to his computer and began typing furiously. "Yes! Almost... done! Just wait until Chris sees the new chapter of his beloved series!" Rajada was about to submit his story when a message appeared in the chat box; it was Chris. "Hey guys, I just finished chapter 4 of my new soap opera: As the Ballzooka Turns." "Son of a-! All right, I only need an entirely new idea. Probably one not fueled by revenge." Rajada grabbed his pad again and started making notes under his Chris hangman doodle.

Yaaamaaahaaa, Vampire Slayer

Invasion from Tech Comb

Chronicles of Nerf Neighborhood Evening

"Ehhhhh," Rajada said, exasperated. "I just can't come up with a good idea." Rajada tossed his pen aside. "Wait, I've got it! A story about how I can't write a story!" Rajada thought about it for a moment, then frowned a little.

"Nah, that's a stupid idea. I'm not that desperate."

== Map Making ==

"If there's one thing I know I'm good at," Rajada assured himself, "it's making maps." In his confidence though, Rajada had forgotten all about his computer's innate ability to drive him to the brink of insanity. Creating a new save file, Rajada glanced at the drawing next to him. He almost always sketched a floor-plan for his levels which would occasionally cause problems. Sometimes passages wouldn't align or floors would be too low or too high. Whatever the problem though, Rajada would always find a way to fix it. He grabbed his mouse and with it, created the first, cube shaped room. A few minutes later, he had a few arched halls with pillars set up. As he manipulated the properties of a light, he became careless and accidentally deselected the light. This spelled certain doom for his unsaved progress. "Oh no!" Rajada attempted to close the properties window, but it was too late. There was a tone, then a message.

''General protection fault! History:wwindow::wndproc <- wwindow::Static Proc <- wwindow::wndproc <- wwindow::Static Proc <- Enforce Tick Rate <- Main Loop''

"Aw gaf!- It's okay, I didn't lose much." said Rajada, trying to calm himself. "just twenty minutes of my life I'll never get back." He closed down the blacked out window and reopened NerfEd.

After loading his level, he began working again. He made two intersecting hallways, but realized there was a small solid section at their junction. "Ahhh!" Rajada said, exasperated. He began making cubes of varying sizes to determine the length of the gap. Finally, after several minutes of the "guess and check" method, he came up with a number. "37? That's not divisible by a power of two." Rajada's observation was in fact, true. He would have some difficulty making the required form in the 2D shape editor, but he eventually finished it and cut it into the wall. "Finally!" Rajada exclaimed, glad to have fixed the problem. "Now I can rebuild." After rebuilding though, Rajada noticed something alarming. It was a BSP hole, right where he had just cut his abnormally shaped passage. "Darn it!" Rajada rebuilt again, tinkering with the optimization values. Still there. Again. Again. Once more. Try 25, no, 5, no, 0, 30? But the hole remained. He rebuilt again and again for several minutes before he gave up and reluctantly deleted his addition he had spent so much time making. He made another addition, and another but still the hole would re-appear every time. Several hours later, Rajada examined the main hall again to discover that it had been accidentally moved back by vertex snapping, making a small, 37 units long gap.

Rajada stared, and his eye started twitching uncontrollably. "I guess that would have saved me some work," he said, his voice quivering with suppressed anger. Rajada took a deep breath and started to work again. A few hours later, he stopped and realized how well his map was coming together. The geometry was quite pleasing and well textured. The flow seemed fun and easy to learn. This one could be a real winner. "Oh, I haven't saved in a while," he thought aloud. Rajada moved the cursor towards the "FILE" toolbar, but slipped, clicking the little "n" logo in the corner of the screen. NerfEd immediately closed. Rajada stared a long time before finally picking up his monitor. He was about to throw it out a 3rd story window but just put it back sideways and decided that the world was out to get him and that this was exactly what they wanted. So Rajada decided to work out his anger by annihilating some bots in a pointblast match.

== Playing NAB Online ==

G-MO grabbed the Hyperstrike off the podium. "Finally!" said Grant, picking off upwards of 16 n00bs per second (NPS). That's when Rajada's trap was sprung. A large chunk of the ceiling began falling right above G-MO. "Ahhhhh!" cried Grant. He tried to type ''Ahhhhh!'' into the chat field and then escape, but it was too late. G-MO was crushed and Rajada picked up the discarded points as the ceiling rose back up. Rajada glanced at the rankings. "Darn," he muttered. G-MO was still ahead by a slight margin and there was only a few minutes left in the game. "I practiced too hard to be beaten by this aim-botting creep. I am not losing to him again!" he exclaimed.

Rajada never had much trouble with bots, even at the highest skill level, but G-MO and other veteran players always seemed to have a way of taking away Rajada's victory at the last moment. Bots were often predictable, players less so. But something about G-MO was different. His aim was impeccable, almost too good to be true. Rajada often found himself knocked out by suspiciously distant Hyperstrike shots before he could react. But, after a frustrating failure at writing a Nerf based fiction story, Rajada wasn't going to let this one slip from his grasp.

A minute and thirty two seconds remained in this particular run of PM-Rajada'sRiggedMap. Rajada maneuvered to the secret Grenade Sprayer he had placed in the map and picked it up. Rajada rounded a corner, hearing his hidden crush-o-matics retract back into the walls. "He must have dodged them," Rajada thought to himself. "How could he manage that?" But, despite his bewilderment, there was only one place G-MO could be in this particular part of the map. Rajada had him now in a dead-end of sorts. Dashing ahead, Rajada deftly lift-jumped over the second story catwalks. There was G-MO running down the slightly sloped ramp over the pool of molten lava, his back to Rajada. With his movement restricted by the railing, G-MO was a sitting duck. "DIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" screamed Rajada, blood vessels bulging as he sprayed grenades in every direction, emptying the gun in seconds. The game lagged for a moment as hundreds of explosions occurred in succession. Rajada laughed uproariously as the kill message appeared on screen, only to find out that it was in fact not G-MO he had blown away, but RTSPlayer A.K.A. Death A.K.A. Grim A.K.A. Reaper...

'''...'''

...A.K.A Jenna, A.K.A. Chris. "How'd he even get into this match?" Rajada said to himself, half expecting a reply. The silence spoke volumes.

Snapping out of it, Rajada glanced at the new in-game message. "Oh man, only ONE minute left!?" said Rajada. G-MO was still ahead by a few hundred points. "Nothing a large-radius heat-seeking thermonuclear warhead wouldn't fix." Unfortunately, Rajada didn't have one of those, so he made a note to edit one in for a later version of the map. He then got the next best thing: an Acura Blaster tucked away behind a series of hidden doors. Maybe it wouldn't do the aiming for him, but at least the explosion radius was enough to clear out just about any room in the map. Rajada reveled in his cleverness at removing the custom skin from the weapon. G-MO would have no idea what hit him until it was too late!

G-MO was stationed on a high cliff, looking through his Hyperstrike's scope. He had a great view of the middle section of the map from here. Atop this cliff was a small railing; the area would almost have seemed purely decorative without it, or the obviously intentional passageway leading to it. When G-MO had found the secret door in the rock just a moment earlier, it almost seemed too easy to find, what with the flashing arrows and the siren and the giant neon sign that read "SECRIT SNIPR KAMPING SPOTT". "I know you're out there," said Grant, zooming in on the location he last saw Rajada. But Rajada was elsewhere, in another secret room. A hastily made top-down map of the level was on a wall, with even more hastily made bulbs jutting out of it. Two of the bulbs were lit, one in the sniper nest, and one in the lava room. Staring at the map, the light in the lava room suddenly shut off, and Rajada glanced to the kill feed. Realizing that Chris had stumbled and fallen into the searing magma meant that G-MO could only be in one place.

G-MO zoomed back out and checked around him. No one was around, it was quiet, too quiet. Just then, a message appeared in the upper right-hand corner of Grant's screen. It read: "SURPRISE!". Grant paused for a second, then looked around nervously. There was Rajada, not 2048 pixels away from him on the cliff-side with him, and he was holding a Hyperstrike. In a state of panic, G-MO turned and ran back towards the secret door he came in. He had to re-gain the tactical advantage. Rajada had gotten pretty good with that weapon, and G-MO needed cover. "Oh nuts!" G-MO mashed his keyboard and hit his chat key, freezing him in a forward running state. Rajada laughed as he witnessed G-MO smack against the unresponsive door and jog against it. The trap was set perfectly; one could not exit the cliff from the entrance doors. Only by exploiting dodging physics could one hop over the railing, and Rajada knew that G-MO had no idea how to find the exact area where this was possible. Rajada took aim down the dead-end. Before he could be vaporized, G-MO managed to un-stick himself and spin around, but it was too late. The Whomper shot impacted an inch from his face and the shockwave ate his suitpower in a matter of milliseconds.

Rajada ran after the point lozenge, picking it up with 10 seconds left in the game. 1000 points. "Ha! Snipe that!" Rajada yelled as he took the lead. "I finally beat G-MO!" he shouted as the clock counted down. 9... 8... But Rajada's celebration was cut short by the dreaded ''CONNECTION FAILED'' message. His eye twitching a bit, Rajada rolled his chair back and stood up. He then proceeded to pummel his router with a baseball bat.

== Epilogue ==

As Rajada clicked the power cord into the back of his new router, he couldn't help but feel a little frustrated. Things hadn't been going his way all day. He wondered how long it would be before this particular piece of hardware caught fire or exploded. It would be just his luck. He almost didn't boot the computer. "Story of my life, I swear..." Rajada muttered. "Can't go five minutes without something hilariously cruel happening." He froze, then turned to the shreds of paper that he was writing his story on. The only writing left visible in one piece read "Story about writing a story?". "Oh jeeze, no way would that work, would it?" Rajada began typing.

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Rajada:

Rajada appeared in the middle of the dessert, his lab was nowhere to be found. Looking around, he spied a nearly buried rock. Punching a few buttons on his computer, a small laser etched the stone with gibberish. It was done. He punched some more buttons and vaporized.

'''...'''

Rajada phased into existence in the alleyway behind RTSPlayer's house. Acting quickly, Rajada dug through his back and threw the quantum bomb he had stolen from the evil Rajada into the dumpster. Done. Rajada pressed some buttons on his wrist and vanished.

'''...'''

Rajada entered the room holding his time machine. He overrode the paradox protection protocols and set the repetition factor of the machine to 65,535. Rajada emptied the remaining scrap and wires out of his backpack and into a wall panel that hid pipes leading to the time machine. He discarded the empty backpack in the hall, set the timer on the machine, then disappeared.

'''...'''

Rajada awoke at his desk. It had been a long night. it was nearly 2 AM and he only had 7 hours to sleep before the tour today. As he shuffled towards the exit, he nearly tripped on a discarded backpack. Not recognizing it, he tossed it into a supply closet. Today was an important day, today he would ask his long-time friends to become a part of his new empire. With G-MO's security expertise and RTSPlayer's skills, they would design the ultimate Nerf tournament utilizing his latest technology. They would be forever remembered as those who redefined the Nerf tournament.

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Rajada:

G-MO removed his hands from on top of his head. The purple swirls were back and they seemed much faster this time.

RTSPlayer spotted G-MO and waved to him. G-MO approached RTSPlayer. "You've never told me where this place is." RTSPlayer looked back at G-MO confused. "That's because I don't know. I've been here forever but I still don't know where here is." "Wait," G-MO had realized something, "Why can I never remember this place when I wake up, but I remember coming here before when I ''am'' here?" RTSPlayer laughed a little. "That's an easy one. I figured that out a long time ago. It really is all Rajada's fault, but don't tell him that I said so. He can't know. In a way, he's done a good thing for all of us, even if the end result may not be what he was looking for." G-MO stared at RTSPlayer. He had never heard him be so mysterious and indirect. "Are you feeling okay?" G-MO asked, acting on a hunch. "Okay?" RTSPlayer replied, "I'm better than okay, I'm dead." G-MO stared, mouth agape. "But... how did-" "It doesn't matter G-MO, forget I ever said that." "I guess I have to." G-MO felt the swirls surround him, chopping him into pieces, scattering him about the perimeter of the...

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Rajada:

The evil Rajada warped back into his arctic lair. Today had been a pretty good day. He had defeated his mortal enemy and taken out his annoying sidekick. He thought about what fools they were to believe him, to allow him to utilize his powers to set up a most elaborate scheme. They never saw it coming. The evil Rajada let out a cackle. Nothing could stop him now, not even a- "Hello there." Rajada spoke from a nearby chair. Evil Rajada stopped cackling. "Oh, hello, you waiting for someone?" "Yes, you." "Oh, well thank you. You may go now." Rajada laughed. "I'm not one of your clones." "Oh," the evil Rajada replied, "it's you, well, I have something for you!" He pulled out two Wildfires and began firing them furiously at Rajada, but the shots bounced off a spherical shield around him. Rajada stood up when the darts stopped flying. "You have a nice place here, lots of money, technology, better than mine frankly. But it's lacking something, call it, heart. This place has no heart, it has no passion except for destruction. You should have done your research. Killing me would have been very bad for you. However, it would have only been your second worst decision. Your first was locking me in here for a day. You have to recall I'm genetically identical to you. Which means I had access to all you see around you. I made a few inventions to pass the time as you can see. My first was this nifty shield unit. My next invention was this." Rajada pulled a modified Whomper battery off of his belt. "This is a prototype quantum charge. I don't know how it works, and frankly, no one ever will. I reverse engineered a device of similar application that I found hidden here. I've planted 8 of them in key structural points in your lair. Do exactly as I say and they will not be activated." Rajada pulled out a remote. The evil Rajada smirked. "You're not bad, I underestimated me." Suddenly an alarm sounded and a large screen in the room flicked to life. It was G-MO, loose cannon cop making his way through one of Rajada's refineries. Rajada tapped the control panel of the wormhole device and turned to face his evil counterpart. "Whoops, looks like you have company. Wouldn't want to keep you." Rajada flipped the quantum charge in his hand. "Oh and don't worry about Balthazar, he had a little accident with the first prototype of this." Rajada shoved the quantum charge into the body of the wormhole device and jumped through the rift.

'''...'''

Rajada's head was pounding. His shield unit had fizzled out. A miscalculation maybe, he had not properly gauged the size of the quantum ripple the charge would make that close to the rift. Luckily evil Rajada still wouldn't have a way back into their universe.

Rajada pulled himself up and saw the purple swirls around him. RTSPlayer was a few feet away, looking dumbfounded. "Rajada? Is that you?" Rajada stumbled with his first step. "Yeah, I think I blew myself up." Rajada looked at his body, it was unscathed, and he was still carrying his pack and wrist computer. "Wait a minute," he said. "I didn't die to get here. I'll remember it this time." Rajada swung his backpack off and began digging through the various supplies he had stolen from evil Rajada. He Pulled out a thick book, a pad of paper and a pen, and set them down. "These are for you, use them, keep a record of everything that happens here. When you leave, leave them here." Rajada then picked his remote up off the floor and tossed it into the swirling rift around them. It dissolved instantly. For a moment, Rajada could swear he saw something else in the swirling purple. "I wonder..." he thought aloud. Rajada re-slung his pack and pulled a quantum charge off his belt. He turned the knob on top down to the minimum setting then tossed it into the rift. After a moment, ripples emanated from the rift, disturbing the swirls momentarily, slowing them. Rajada gazed at the rift as it slowed, turning into words, words that made up the very fabric of time. The words seemed like gibberish for the most part, but somehow they made sense. Clues were scattered all around, there were divine prayers of FIXME to the godly Wes. Rajada held his wrist up high, his computer scanning in the info. He turned to RTSPlayer, who looked stunned. "Hey, this is only the beginning okay? Things will start to make sense soon. I can come back for you, but not yet. I have to fix everything first." Rajada pressed a few buttons on his wrist and waved to RTSPlayer. "Until we meet again." Rajada's image faded out of existence.

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Rajada:

G-MO suddenly had a thought. "I'm not going to kill anyone" he said, dropping his weapon. "But I am going to do this!" G-MO pulled a Triplestrike out, but this was no ordinary Triplestrike. The gleaming rockets were tethered together and sparked with electricity. G-MO fired at the unarmed Rajada, tazing him into unconsciousness. The armed Rajada lowered his gun. "Oh, good idea, we'll kill him with the-" G-MO pointed the Triplestrike at the armed Rajada. "Hey! Wait G-MO, what are you do-" but Rajada fell to the ground, out cold.

RTSPlayer smiled a little. "So, I guess I'm not the only one borrowing Rajada's guns huh?" G-MO tossed the tazer aside. "Honestly, when Rajada told me about how he'd be going slowly nuts, I thought I needed a backup plan in case the worst happened. I never thought I'd have to use it like this." "Good idea though, sort them out on our own terms." "I don't need to," replied G-MO. "How?" asked RTSPlayer. G-MO walked over to the jet's wreckage and lifted one of the wings. Hidden inside the cockpit was Rajada. "Come on, you think Rajada would have me kill someone? The consequences would be unthinkable." The unarmed Rajada's device had long since worn off, revealing him to be Balthazar's parallel self. RTSPlayer nudged the tazed Rajada. "So this is... Rajada two? Eviler Rajada?" "Exactly." G-MO replied. "Come on, we need to get Rajada out of the wreckage."

'''...'''

Rajada pushed the final button, sending both villains back to their own dimension. "Can't have them here if we're going to save the universe," he said, seemingly justifying his actions. "They might realize what we've done, but it will be too late soon." "I'm just glad the plan is back on track," G-MO said. "You ad me worried for a while there. "I know," replied Rajada. "Let me make it up to you, meet me in VR training in an hour."

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Rajada:

The group proceeded down a flight of stairs and carefully made their way to the room where they heard the music. What they saw was disturbing. A parallel version of RTSPlayer with no eyebrows , tied up and watching the evil Rajada beating G-MO at a dance competition. G-MO and Rajada looked at each other puzzled. "I don’t even want to know anymore," whispered G-MO. "Let’s get out of here." added Rajada. They headed back upstairs and started configuring the wormhole device. There were no guards anywhere. It all seemed a little out of the ordinary.

Just then, a white glow started radiating from downstairs. It was growing outward and disintegrating everything in its path. Rajada began hastily pushing buttons. "It’s not exactly pinpointed yet. I’ve got five people." said Rajada. "We don’t have time for exact!" said RTSPlayer as he slammed down a lever. There was a loud "SHOOP!" then they were standing on the desert sands. "That was close," said Rajada. "Yeah, I know," said Rajada. "Wait..." G-MO said. He looked beside himself and saw evil Rajada standing several feet away. "Oh no! We brought Rajada with us!" said G-MO. "Yeah, we should’ve left him there," said RTSPlayer jokingly, not fully understanding. "Just kidding Raj." "No," said Rajada, "we brought evil Rajada with us." "Where?" asked RTSPlayer. "I don’t see him." They looked where parallel Rajada had been and realized he was gone. "Oh man! He’s in the lab!" said Rajada. "Just relax," G-MO said, "all we need to do is lock-" BOOOOOM! A jet shot out of the lab, a maniacal laugh and some of the lab’s exterior trailing behind it. "Oh man. That’s one of my destroyer, errr, I mean, peace and love jets." "Oh not this again." RTSPlayer said. "We're going to have a serious talk later." G-MO said, walking towards the door into the lab.

Rajada threw a pilot's helmet to G-MO. "You have an army of fighter jets?" G-MO asked. "No!" Rajada responded, "Not an army, I just wanted us to be able to travel more quickly and then I decided I better include some guns for safety reasons." G-MO put on his helmet. "This loose cannon cop act is seeming more justifiable by the minute." "I don't care how evil this is," RTSPlayer excitedly blurted out, "I can't wait to fly one of these suckers!" Rajada tossed a helmet to RTSPlayer. "Yeaaaahhhhh, this is awso-" RTSPlayer noticed his helmet was labelled "co-pilot". "Awww, nuts." "Sorry," Rajada said, "I only built three." "That's surprisingly responsible." G-MO said from the cockpit of one of the jets. "I only built three working models," Rajada continued, "the other 54 prototypes exploded on launch." "Oh, that's great" G-MO said, resigned to a permanent lack of surprise. RTSPlayer looked inside the empty jet. "Hey, how come I have to be the co-pilot?" "Because he stole ''your'' jet." "What? I don't see your name on this one." Rajada pointed to his logo adorning the entirety of the wings. "Hey," G-MO said, flicking switches, "how many times have you flown this particular model?" "Zero!" Rajada replied, inappropriately excited. G-MO ceased flicking switches. "So how do we know these ones aren't going to explode on us?" "Well, if that was the case I don't think we'd have this issue in the first place. Let's roll." Rajada climbed into the jet with RTSPlayer and they blasted off through the gaping hole in the wall.

Rajada clicked on his radio. "Remember, we can't kill him. We have to cripple his engines and force him to land or eject." G-MO spotted a blip on his radar. "He's coming right at us!" G-MO and Rajada pulled away in opposite directions as evil Rajada's plane split the middle. "Dang, that was a smart move." Rajada waved his hand over a screen to his left. A holographic orb was projected under his hand. Grabbing the orb, Rajada spun it to the left. His jet's wings rotated downward, spinning itself around. Rajada re-acquired his target and boosted towards it. G-MO was hot on evil Rajada's tail, but he had to divert when a barrage of missiles fired from the rear of evil Rajada's jet. "Oh sh-" G-MO slammed his throttle the the right and the missiles cruised under him, careening towards Rajada. "Ahhhh! The heck with this!" Rajada turned his helmeted head as much as he could to RTSPlayer behind him. "Cover for me!" he yelled, mashing a button with his fist. Instantly the front cockpit dissolved and Rajada ejected. RTSPlayer's seat swung around 180 degrees and he was at the throttle in an instant. The cockpit re-appeared, revealing itself to be an energy field rather than glass. "Uhhhhhhhhh," RTSPlayer panicked a little, then, regaining his confidence, took the controls and spun the jet around.

Rajada's seat reached the apex of its flight. Rajada pushed a few buttons on the arm of the chair. His legs were restrained by built in cuffs, then the bottom folded away. Gliding wings sprung out of the back of the chair, along with two very small engines. Joysticks popped out of the armrests and Rajada flew off, heading straight at evil Rajada who was coming at him. Evil Rajada seemed to laugh from inside the jet, but Rajada continued straight at him. When he was only a few hundred feet away, he stopped dead by spinning around and powering his engines. Then Rajada shot straight downward. Pressing a button on one of the joysticks, he activated evil Rajada's rear seat eject protocols. The seat flew past him at a break-neck speed, and Rajada powered straight into the empty area in the cockpit. Evil Rajada screamed "NO!" but Rajada had already placed him into a headlock and began to grope at the main control panel. Smashing a red button, the plane's wings swirled around to slow itself, but evil Rajada jammed the throttle, sending them into a tail spin. G-MO watched in horror as the plane smashed into the ground, a crumbled mess.

G-MO and RTSPlayer sprinted towards the wreckage. They had landed in the middle of the desert not too far away, and had already stripped off their helmets. In the distance they saw Rajada leaning against the wreckage, breathing heavily. His ejected seat had not fallen far from the site. "Thank goodness you're here!" Rajada puffed as they approached. "Help me fish evil Rajada out of the wreckage." Suddenly Rajada popped his head out from behind one of the dismembered wings. "Hold it right there!" he said drawing a Secret Shot. "G-MO, you listen to me, I am Rajada, this man is an imposter. He’s used my device to replicate my image. We must kill him." G-MO inhaled sharply. "Woah woah, wait a second, we're not killing anyone here!" Rajada aimed his Secret Shot once more at the other Rajada. G-MO quickly drew a Scattershot. "Hey! Nobody move! We're going to handle this in a non-insane manner." Both Rajadas froze for a moment. "G-MO, I command you to kill him!" the unarmed Rajada said. "No!" the other Rajada replied, "I command you to kill him!" G-MO kept his gun aimed at the both of them. "Alright, alright," RTSPlayer said, "Guys, let's get organized here. All real Rajadas to the left, all fakes to the right." "What do you mean 'real'? I thought I explained to you that all the universes were as real as- ah! We're wasting time! G-MO, shoot him!"

'''WHAT SHOULD HE DO?'''

[[The Adventures of Rajada: page 27|1. Shoot the unarmed Rajada.]]

[[The Adventures of Rajada: page 28|2. Shoot the armed Rajada.]]

[[The Adventures of Rajada: page 29|3. Shoot them both.]]

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Rajada:

"Where are we?" G-MO asked, dizzily standing. "Where do you think we are? We're in that parallel dimension!" RTSPlayer snapped. "Stupid Rajada brought us here with a series of terrible decisions!" Rajada grinned. "I always wanted to build a cabin or a lair or a death ray in the arctic." "Uhhhh, death ray?" G-MO said, looking concerned. "Rajada, are you feeling alright?" "No!" Rajada replied, "I feel completely different!" His smile vanished. "We should probably leave this place as soon as possible." Rajada analyzed his surroundings. Snow was everywhere, with low visibility in the current blizzard and the icy winds cut through him like a knife. "We don’t want to be out here too long." Rajada said. "The current conditions could freeze us if we don’t find shelter soon." "Look," G-MO said pointing to something distant, "a building of some kind! Let’s go." They all began walking.

When they arrived at the building, they could clearly see it had been built by the evil Rajada. Dormant laser turrets guarded the outside, but they seemed deactivated. They could see a bit of black smoke coming from the back of the building. "Something is happening in there," said Rajada. "I think we should take this chance to sneak in. If we get killed in there at least it will be warm." RTSPlayer couldn't find the words to protest, so he just rolled his eyes and let out an exasperated sigh. Rajada approached the front door with G-MO and RTSPlayer behind him. A panel beside the door flicked to life, and a woman's voice came on. "Lair is under lock-down, please state authorization." A nearby turret turned, aiming directly at Rajada's head. Rajada snorted. "Hell if I know!" he blurted out. "Authorization accepted," the woman's voice continued. "Please provide hand print identification." Rajada looked back at G-MO and shrugged. He placed his hand on the panel. After a momentary scan, the turret rotated away from Rajada. "Hello Rajada, please state your destination." Rajada walked through the opening door. "Take me, uh, Rajada to the lab." As RTSPlayer took a step forward, the turret sprang back to like and focused on him. RTSPlayer froze, not sure what to do. Rajada popped his head back out the front door. "And two guests." he quickly muttered. The turret turned away again.

The elevator slowed to a stop, and Rajada stepped out into the laboratory. His hands in his pockets, he let out a faint whistling noise. This lab was quite a bit larger than Rajada's back in the desert. "This must have taken years." G-MO said. "Yeah," Rajada replied, "or an egotistical maniac with access to universal pow- uhhhh... cheats. I'm not sure we want to meet the guy who built this place though, so let's look for parts to build a new wormhole device." G-MO walked off, apparently to look for gizmos, but RTSPlayer just stood there. "Hey," Rajada called to RTSPlayer, "find me a flux capacitor." RTSPlayer looked around him. "I couldn't find one." Rajada eyed him. "Find me a torque wrench." "Nope." RTSPlayer replied. "Some scrap metal?" RTSPlayer kicked a small pile of scrap metal next to him. "I don't know what to tell you, we're just having the worst luck finding things." Rajada sighed. "G-MO, help me build this thing." "Why build one?" G-MO asked, turning to face the others. He pointed to a large door with a sign above it labelled "WORMHOLE DEVICE". "Well I guess we know I’m just about the same in this dimension." Rajada said. "Man I love plot convenience." RTSPlayer said. Just then they heard noise coming from below them. It sounded like music, techno music.

'''WHAT SHOULD THEY DO?'''

[[The Adventures of Rajada: page 24|1. Investigate the music.]]

[[The Adventures of Rajada: page 25|2. Ignore the music.]]

[[The Adventures of Rajada: page 26|3. Start attacking each other.]]

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Rajada:

Rajada stood in the corner of a dank room. The single bulb above him barely lit the tiny supply closet, and it appeared that the walls were eternally damp. RTSPlayer put his head in his hands on a splintery table. His chair felt rickety and unstable. G-MO just stared from the doorway. "I'm sorry fellas, I forgot the meeting room had been quarantined due to that squid... thing... with... I'll tell you about that later. Please though, come in G-MO." G-MO reluctantly sat on an overturned spindle of thick wiring, folding his hands in front of him. Rajada closed the wooden door and a nearby shelf shook, causing RTSPlayer to lift his head. After a moment passed it seemed like the area wasn't going to cave in around them, Rajada made his way to the front of the room.

"I need ideas guys, no matter how dumb they sound, just blurt them out. Anything could give me the idea needed to help us out. Obviously, destroying the other universe is out of the picture. Go!" RTSPlayer piped up. "I found a bomb in the dumpster outside my house yesterday. It was one of yours and I thin-" "What did I just say? We can't blow up the uni- one of mine? I don't make bombs." "Well it had your logo and everything." Rajada scratched his chin for a moment. "Okay, so I need to have HR do some internal investigations, find out who's making apparently trashy Rajada incorporated knock-offs. Any ''other'' ideas?" "No," RTSPlayer replied. He was about to put his head back on the table when a green fluid dripped from an overhead pipe, eating through the table in a second. RTSPlayer withdrew his hands and scoot back a couple of feet from the table. "Come on guys, this is serious. Imagine two cars are heading for a collision, what would you do to stop them? Anything, no matter how unrealistic." G-MO extended his index finger pensively. "Build a wall." "They still crash, next?" "Build a wall of rubber," G-MO retorted. "They'll bounce off and come back. Imagine the cars are in an infinitely long half-pipe." G-MO folded his hands again. "I don't think you can prevent them from touching. You could slow them down though right?" "It would be a temporary solution, and I'm already working on that, but I need a more permanent method as well."

RTSPlayer leaned back in his chair and sighed. "Maybe you should just put the bomb in the middle of them." Rajada chuckled. "And what, knock them out of existence? We want to ''survive'' this remember?" "I don't know then!" RTSPlayer said, raising his voice. "Put a third car in to crash into the evil car, ram it off the road." Rajada stared into space for a moment. "What you just said sounded really stupid. But you do bring up a good point." Rajada motioned to a dusty chalkboard on the wall. "You see," he said drawing two rectangles on opposite sides of the board, "we can split the universe again, but in a more subtle way. We use our cheats to split the universe over some silly decision, like whether or not I build that weather control device I prototyped. Rajada tw- let's just call him evil Rajada will do the same, dissipating his quantum momentum into several other universe paths. Eventually they'll all mush together in the middle." Rajada drew several boxes between the original rectangles. "It will all average out better, we have to make sure we make our decisions almost meaningless though, that way his decisions become just as impotent." He started to scribble a line through all the boxes, but the chalk snapped. Rajada threw the stub of chalk aside. "Any questions?" RTSPlayer raised his hand. "Uhh, yeah, that makes no sense whatsoever." Rajada pointed to RTSPlayer. "Yes, good! That's exactly the kind of thinking we need! We'll decide to not do anything, therefore our parallel selves will do all the work!"

"Well, we better get started making universes!" Rajada punched some data into the time machine's control panel then stuck his hand onto the hull of the large turbine as it spun up. "I sure hope this works." Rajada focused his mind and...

"Well?" "Well what?" Rajada asked, removing his hand from the machine. "Did it work?" RTSPlayer asked. "Uhhhh, yeah," Rajada replied, "I really don't think I should build that weather control machine anymore. Maybe some cloning technology instead." "Great!" said G-MO, faking enthusiasm. "Sounds like this is going to work out just... great. You know there's an alternate us thinking that we ''should'' build that machine right?" Rajada raised an eyebrow. "An alternate ''you'' maybe, why are you so in love with this weather machine huh? Gonna take over the world or something?" RTSPlayer chuckled. "He really got you G!"

"Well, no sense wasting any more time, we've got a weather control machine to build!" Rajada walked off. "Wait, shouldn't we make more decisions?" G-MO said. "Later!" Rajada yelled from the next room over.

'''...'''

"I don't know guys, I'm a little bit at a loss. Not sure I can come up with another decision. I mean, I think we really hit the peak spray-painting our logo on the moon." "Yeah," RTSPlayer snorted, "on the ''dark side'' of the moon." Rajada seemed annoyed. "Well one of the universes had to get that side!"

"I just think it's a great opportunity for advertising, and there's really no laws against it. Now everyone will see our logo up in the night sky. Maybe that will show those snooty tournament officials." Rajada paused for a moment. "Hey! I've got a great idea! One of my er... subjects recently developed a case of the crazies. Used to be a friend of mine, let's decide to perform the procedure needed to help him!" G-MO squinted his eyes a little. "Won't that mean we neglectfully don't help him in the oth-" Rajada dismissively waived his hand and booted the machine.

"Well that was easier than I expected!" yelled Rajada over the blaring alarms. "What's that noise?" RTSPlayer yelled. Suddenly a voice came on over the intercom. "Test subject 3-1-4-1-5-9-7 escaped." a calm woman said in a pleasant-sounding voice. Rajada's face lit up in an insane way. "Oh goody! More decisions!" G-MO looked horrified. "Uhhh," G-MO said, pulling Rajada's hand from the controls, "I think this is a matter of security now." "Yis, me agree!" said Caribou, smashing at the control panel with his fists." "Oh son of a- Rajada, did you put us into a universe where we didn't do anything about the escaped lunatic?" RTSPlayer yelled. "Isn't it great?" Rajada replied. "Ooooohh, pretty colors!" Caribou said to himself. Suddenly a wormhole opened up behind them in the core of the machine. "Whoo!" Rajada screamed over the intense winds. RTSPlayer grabbed Rajada by the collar. "I'm gonna kill youuuuuuuuuuuuuu" All three of them were sucked into the wormhole, seconds before it collapsed. Caribou stared at the vacant room. "Uhhhh... I'm gonna gooo noooowwww," he said, darting off.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" they all screamed as they plummeted down the wormhole. Bright stripes of purple swirled and bulged around them. Finally they saw a light at the end of the wormhole.

'''WHAT SHOULD THEY DO?'''

[[The Adventures of Rajada: page 20|1. Continue screaming and await imminent doom.]]

[[The Adventures of Rajada: page 21|2. Start doing a skydiving routine.]]

[[The Adventures of Rajada: page 22|3. Grab a soda for their dry throats and then continue screaming and awaiting imminent doom.]]

The Adventures of Rajada: page 20

2018-06-13T08:00:36Z

Rajada:

"Wait guys!" Rajada stopped screaming. "I have an idea! Let's do nothing and let our parallel selves make a better decision!" "Well that sounds like a great idea!" RTSPlayer said sarcastically. Luckily, RTSPlayer's mouth was shut quite permanently when they smashed into the mountainside.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" they all screamed as they plummeted down the wormhole. Bright stripes of purple swirled and bulged around them. Finally they saw a light at the end of the wormhole. "We did it! We re-merged with one of our universes in which we survived!" RTSPlayer covered his face with his hands. "Why, why me?" he muttered.

[[The Adventures of Rajada: page 23|continue...]]

The Adventures of Rajada: page 19

2018-06-13T07:49:24Z

Rajada:

Rajada stood in the corner of a dank room. The single bulb above him barely lit the tiny supply closet, and it appeared that the walls were eternally damp. RTSPlayer put his head in his hands on a splintery table. His chair felt rickety and unstable. G-MO just stared from the doorway. "I'm sorry fellas, I forgot the meeting room had been quarantined due to that squid... thing... with... I'll tell you about that later. Please though, come in G-MO." G-MO reluctantly sat on an overturned spindle of thick wiring, folding his hands in front of him. Rajada closed the wooden door and a nearby shelf shook, causing RTSPlayer to lift his head. After a moment passed it seemed like the area wasn't going to cave in around them, Rajada made his way to the front of the room.

"I need ideas guys, no matter how dumb they sound, just blurt them out. Anything could give me the idea needed to help us out. Obviously, destroying the other universe is out of the picture. Go!" RTSPlayer piped up. "I found a bomb in the dumpster outside my house yesterday. It was one of yours and I thin-" "What did I just say? We can't blow up the uni- one of mine? I don't make bombs." "Well it had your logo and everything." Rajada scratched his chin for a moment. "Okay, so I need to have HR do some internal investigations, find out who's making apparently trashy Rajada incorporated knock-offs. Any ''other'' ideas?" "No," RTSPlayer replied. He was about to put his head back on the table when a green fluid dripped from an overhead pipe, eating through the table in a second. RTSPlayer withdrew his hands and scoot back a couple of feet from the table. "Come on guys, this is serious. Imagine two cars are heading for a collision, what would you do to stop them? Anything, no matter how unrealistic." G-MO extended his index finger pensively. "Build a wall." "They still crash, next?" "Build a wall of rubber," G-MO retorted. "They'll bounce off and come back. Imagine the cars are in an infinitely long half-pipe." G-MO folded his hands again. "I don't think you can prevent them from touching. You could slow them down though right?" "It would be a temporary solution, and I'm already working on that, but I need a more permanent method as well."

RTSPlayer leaned back in his chair and sighed. "Maybe you should just put the bomb in the middle of them." Rajada chuckled. "And what, knock them out of existence? We want to ''survive'' this remember?" "I don't know then!" RTSPlayer said, raising his voice. "Put a third car in to crash into the evil car, ram it off the road." Rajada stared into space for a moment. "What you just said sounded really stupid. But you do bring up a good point." Rajada motioned to a dusty chalkboard on the wall. "You see," he said drawing two rectangles on opposite sides of the board, "we can split the universe again, but in a more subtle way. We use our cheats to split the universe over some silly decision, like whether or not I build that weather control device I prototyped. Rajada tw- let's just call him evil Rajada will do the same, dissipating his quantum momentum into several other universe paths. Eventually they'll all mush together in the middle." Rajada drew several boxes between the original rectangles. "It will all average out better, we have to make sure we make our decisions almost meaningless though, that way his decisions become just as impotent." He started to scribble a line through all the boxes, but the chalk snapped. Rajada threw the stub of chalk aside. "Any questions?" RTSPlayer raised his hand. "Uhh, yeah, that makes no sense whatsoever." Rajada pointed to RTSPlayer. "Yes, good! That's exactly the kind of thinking we need! We'll decide to not do anything, therefore our parallel selves will do all the work!"

"Well, we better get started making universes!" Rajada punched some data into the time machine's control panel then stuck his hand onto the hull of the large turbine as it spun up. "I sure hope this works." Rajada focused his mind and...

"Well?" "Well what?" Rajada asked, removing his hand from the machine. "Did it work?" RTSPlayer asked. "Uhhhh, yeah," Rajada replied, "I really don't think I should build that weather control machine anymore. Maybe some cloning technology instead." "Great!" said G-MO, faking enthusiasm. "Sounds like this is going to work out just... great. You know there's an alternate us thinking that we ''should'' build that machine right?" Rajada raised an eyebrow. "An alternate ''you'' maybe, why are you so in love with this weather machine huh? Gonna take over the world or something?" RTSPlayer chuckled. "He really got you G!"

"Well, no sense wasting any more time, we've got a weather control machine to build!" Rajada walked off. "Wait, shouldn't we make more decisions?" G-MO said. "Later!" Rajada yelled from the next room over.

'''...'''

"I don't know guys, I'm a little bit at a loss. Not sure I can come up with another decision. I mean, I think we really hit the peak spray-painting our logo on the moon." "Yeah," RTSPlayer snorted, "on the ''dark side'' of the moon." Rajada seemed annoyed. "Well one of the universes had to get that side!"

"I just think it's a great opportunity for advertising, and there's really now laws against it. Now everyone will see our logo up in the night sky. Maybe that will show those snooty tournament officials." Rajada paused for a moment. "Hey! I've got a great idea! One of my er... subjects recently developed a case of the crazies. Used to be a friend of mine, let's decide to perform the procedure needed to help him!" G-MO squinted his eyes a little. "Won't that mean we neglectfully don't help him in the oth-" Rajada dismissively waived his hand and booted the machine.

"Well that was easier than I expected!" yelled Rajada over the blaring alarms. "What's that noise?" RTSPlayer yelled. Suddenly a voice came on over the intercom. "Test subject 3-1-4-1-5-9-7 escaped." a calm woman said in a pleasant-sounding voice. Rajada's face lit up in an insane way. "Oh goody! More decisions!" G-MO looked horrified. "Uhhh," G-MO said, pulling Rajada's hand from the controls, "I think this is a matter of security now." "Yis, me agree!" said Caribou, smashing at the control panel with his fists." "Oh son of a- Rajada, did you put us into a universe where we didn't do anything about the escaped lunatic?" RTSPlayer yelled. "Isn't it great?" Rajada replied. "Ooooohh, pretty colors!" Caribou said to himself. Suddenly a wormhole opened up behind them in the core of the machine. "Whoo!" Rajada screamed over the intense winds. RTSPlayer grabbed Rajada by the collar. "I'm gonna kill youuuuuuuuuuuuuu" All three of them were sucked into the wormhole, seconds before it collapsed. Caribou stared at the vacant room. "Uhhhh... I'm gonna gooo noooowwww," he said, darting off.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" they all screamed as they plummeted down the wormhole. Bright stripes of purple swirled and bulged around them. Finally they saw a light at the end of the wormhole.

'''WHAT SHOULD THEY DO?'''

[[The Adventures of Rajada: page 20|1. Continue screaming and await imminent doom.]]

[[The Adventures of Rajada: page 21|2. Start doing a skydiving routine.]]

[[The Adventures of Rajada: page 22|3. Grab a soda for their dry throats and then continue screaming and awaiting imminent doom.]]

The Adventures of Rajada: page 16

2018-06-13T07:37:42Z

Rajada:

The lab was nearly empty now except for the three of them. Only night-shift guards remained at work. Rajada led them into the time machine chamber once more. "I was repairing the time machine and studying what Balthazar had done to it. I found two things: one, the modifications have changed the function of the machine. It no longer travels through only time, it now travels through time-space. Two, someone has used the machine a total of 65,536 times before Balthazar modified it. This is likely the reason why it exploded when it was activated." G-MO looked at RTSPlayer. "What, me? I haven't touched the thing! None of us did! We were shooting things like, the whole day!" "Time moves in mysterious ways," Rajada replied. "However, this is not the point of this meeting. Rather, I have discovered a parallel dimension." Rajada paused, waiting for replies. but none came. Clearing his throat he continued. "I may not be the first to discover it, Balthazar probably already knew. I'd ask him but he's currently in permanent containment. You see, despite the removal of the chips and some minor brain damage, he is regaining the pow- uhhhhh... ''cheats'' once again. I can't stop it, because the parallel universe is moving increasingly closer to ours." G-MO wrinkled his face a bit. "Moving?" "Allow me to explain," Rajada said, putting his index fingers together in front of his face. "When I refused to work with Balthazar, I in essence, created a paradox. I'm still shady on the details, but the universe split into two distinctive universes." Rajada separated his fingers, pointing them apart. "In this alternate outcome, I joined forces with Balthazar, and became powerful and evil. Obviously, by refusing the cheats, I created this universe as well where I'm-" Rajada looked around at the lab and recalled yesterday's events. "Well, I'm not evil that's the point."

G-MO nodded. RTSPlayer put his hand to his forehead. "I'm calling it, this is gonna get worse." "But wait," Rajada continued, "it gets worse. The two universes are connected on a quantum level. What happens in one affects the other. I can't just destroy the other universe," Rajada wiggled a finger, "because it will destroy this one." Rajada wiggled his other finger. "Not only that, but they're approaching each other at an alarming rate." Rajada drew his fingers closer together. "Their universe is winning too, it has more pull because Rajada, errr, two, has been using his powers." "You mean ''cheats'' right?" RTSPlayer interjected. "Yes, of course," Rajada continued. "I'm using my powers because it makes the universes more similar, and the more similar they are, the less attracted to each other they'll be. Granted, I can't stop them from colliding, but I can slow it down, give us time to th-" "Woah," G-MO interrupted, "collide? Is that going to kill us?" Rajada laughed. "No, G-MO, it just means the universes will become one again, reaching some average between the two. The problem is that, once again, the other universe is a bigger number, so that average is going to be skewed towards it." Rajada placed his fingers ever closer. "In a few weeks I'll become even more intelligent, Rajada two has augmented his mind with chemicals." Rajada drew his fingers closer together again. "In a few months, I may be unable to resist the temptation and I may use the powers for evil." Rajada touched his fingers. "I don't know how long it will take but at this point, I will have lost my entire mind to evil." G-MO shook his head. "That won't happen." "Yes, it will," Rajada continued, "unless of course, we do something. We have to think of a clever way to keep our more evil universe from completely overtaking us. If we fail, well..."

Rajada flipped a switch on the machine and a TV screen sprang to life. Static slowly faded away to the view of a large metallic hall not unlike Rajada's lab. "I stole this recording from Rajada two's computer banks." Suddenly G-MO appeared on the screen, running down the hall, armed with a minigun. "Hey, what am I-" but G-MO was cut off by the sound of a bullet striking the camera. Static. The feed changed to another camera. G-MO was there again. He looked straight at the camera. "I'm coming for you Rajada!" he yelled. "You hear me? You thought you could get away with resurrecting the dinosaurs and controlling them with subliminal messages implanted in pop music, using them as an unholy army to destroy downtown! But I'm going to stop you! I'm going to kill you this time!" The camera cut to static again as the minigun was fired. "Am I going to kill you?" G-MO asked. "I hope not," Rajada replied, "but it may come to it. G-MO, you're a renegade cop in this universe. You seek justice without compromise. You also cause like, an average of 1.5 million dollars in collateral damage every month but, that's beside the point." The screen flicked back to life, this time the feed was from a concealed spy camera hidden in a waiter's lapel. G-MO was sitting at a table, across from a woman. "Oh G-MO. Thank you for taking me to this super-fancy French restaurant." Rajada's eye's widened a little. RTSPlayer pointed to the screen. "Uhhh, is that Yaaamaaahaaa?" "You're welcome babycakes," the G-MO on the screen continued. "But how did you afford it?" asked Yaaamaaahaaa. RTSPlayer's grin spread wide across his face. "I have seen it all now." Rajada turned to him. "Don't be so quick to judge, you're his know-it-all partner there, well, really more of a sidekick." RTSPlayer's smile faded. "Awwww, nuts." G-MO seemed to not be paying any attention. He tucked something back into his wallet and looked up. "Yeah that's Yaaamaaahaaa alright." There was a silence. "I uh, know, because, she uh, one time we..." The silence returned. "So how we gonna stop this thing?" G-MO asked awkwardly. "I'm glad you asked!" said Rajada. "To the meeting room!"

[[The Adventures of Rajada: page 19|continue...]]

The Adventures of Rajada: page 14

2018-06-13T07:29:06Z

Rajada:

Rajada stepped out of the cockpit of the battle suit. There had been no guards, no turrets, not guns or force-fields. The lot was empty, littered with scraps of metal.Rajada checked his position again. This was the location of Balthazar's lab, but nothing remained. His clones, his technology all of it gone. Rajada picked up a chunk of metal off the ground. It was surprisingly light and crumbled into dust with the slightest touch. Anything that Balthazar had created with his powers had become nothing. Rajada shuddered a little, his fears confirmed. You can't fix things, people, places; anything touched by your powers was temporary, limited to your lifespan, or in this case, your ability to retain your power. Balthazar would live but his creations would not. Rajada prepared for the trip home. There was nothing left to do here.

'''...'''

Rajada entered the room containing the time machine. A masked worker was welding in the new tank. After a moment, he stopped and turned to Rajada. "Hey hey!" he said cheerfully, "Just got that new tank installed, so she's not going to explode any time soon. You want me to remove the modifications he made as well?" Rajada glanced at the unfinished modifications Balthazar had made to the machine. "No," Rajada replied. "It might be dangerous, I need to study them first, make sure they can be removed without further catastrophe." "You're the boss," the worker said, picking up his welding unit. "See you tomorrow!" he said as he left the room. Rajada just stared at the machine.

----

RTSPlayer ran through the colorful corridor. The murmurs of the crowd were lost in the chaos. 500 points. He was only 500 points ahead. Sliding around a corner, he spotted the wall he was looking for. Leaning against it, the wall moved in an inch, then slid off to the side. Perfect, it was still there. The Double Damage hovered ominously as ever, but something was off. This Double Damage glowed a beautiful golden color. RTSPlayer's eyes widened as he slowly scooped up the power-up. As his Pulsator began to burn with excess power, RTSPlayer glanced at his wrist. 250 points ahead. He sprinted for the nearest exit and found the point target. 250 points, no, 500. RTSPlayer's gun glowed as an extra 250 points flowed into his wristband. A missed Hyperstrike shot flew by his head. Spinning around, RTSPlayer spotted G-MO about to ready another shot. But RTSPlayer fired, getting five quick headshots on G-MO before he ducked back into cover. 1000 points! Another target, another volley of hits, was there any doubt he would win?

Suddenly, Rajada rounded the corner with a Triplestrike. RTSPlayer drew his Wildfire, but Rajada had stopped, placing on a strange Electro Shield. A bubble encompassed Rajada as he prepared to fire his Triplestrike. RTSPlayer took several shots at Rajada, but they all bounced off, most of them flying right back at RTSPlayer. Two of Rajada's rockets splashed RTSPlayer's suit power. He was hurting for batteries now, so he retreated into the previous room. But Rajada was right on his tail. Two more near misses. A sickness was overcoming RTSPlayer. He was slowing down, his eyes losing focus. Suddenly his suit power fizzled out. RTSPlayer fell to his knees, but he wasn't teleported out. He mashed the emergency button of the belt, but it just broke off. "Game over..." RTSPlayer spun around and was face to face with Rajada's Triplestrike. The rockets were tipped with long needles dripping with a green fluid. Rajada pointed the gun to RTSPlayer's gut and fired.

----

RTSPlayer opened his eyes. It was still dark out, and his sprain was bothering him a little bit. Scanning the room, RTSPlayer noticed an odd shadow near his window. A chill ran through him as he realized it looked like the silhouette of a person. Grabbing for a Secret Shot on a nightstand with one hand, RTSPlayer flicked on a nearby lamp. Rajada stood in a corner of the room, looking out the window. "Oh, you're up." RTSPlayer lowered his gun as Rajada turned to face him. "How the he-" Rajada interrupted. "Your door wasn't locked. Well, it wasn't locked in an acid-proof way. I'll replace that by the way." RTSPlayer sat up in his bed, annoyed. "Raj, it is 3 AM, what do you want?" "Oh, nothing, just checking in on you. You've got a nice place, uh, minus the partially dissolved front door. Sorry about that again... How's the le-" "What do you ''really'' want?" RTSPlayer said sternly. Rajada was silent for a moment. "I don't think I can properly explain it withou-" "Raj, yesterday was a disaster, you nearly got us killed numerous times during what should have been an incident-free tour of the lab. Give me one good reason I shouldn't just punch you in the face right now and go back to sleep." Rajada thought it over for a moment, then walked over to the side of the bed. "Balthazar did something to my machine. He had nearly finished, so after a few tests I found he was creating some sort of tunneling device out of my time machine. He was able to... well, I won't bore you with the technical details, let's just say you're going to want to see this for yourself. It will change your life. G-MO is already waiting for us."

'''WHAT SHOULD HE DO?'''

[[The Adventures of Rajada: page 15|1. Punch Rajada in the face and get more sleep.]]

[[The Adventures of Rajada: page 16|2. Get up and go with Rajada.]]

[[The Adventures of Rajada: page 17|3. Ignore Rajada.]]

[[The Adventures of Rajada: page 18|4. Activate Plan B.]]

The Adventures of Rajada: page 14

2018-06-13T07:23:30Z

Rajada:

Rajada stepped out of the cockpit of the battle suit. There had been no guards, no turrets, not guns or force-fields. The lot was empty, littered with scraps of metal.Rajada checked his position again. This was the location of Balthazar's lab, but nothing remained. His clones, his technology all of it gone. Rajada picked up a chunk of metal off the ground. It was surprisingly light and crumbled into dust with the slightest touch. Anything that Balthazar had created with his powers had become nothing. Rajada shuddered a little, his fears confirmed. You can't fix things, people, places; anything touched by your powers was temporary, limited to your lifespan, or in this case, your ability to retain your power. Balthazar would live but his creations would not. Rajada prepared for the trip home. There was nothing left to do here.

'''...'''

Rajada entered the room containing the time machine. A masked worker was welding in the new tank. After a moment, he stopped and turned to Rajada. "Hey hey!" he said cheerfully, "Just got that new tank installed, so she's not going to explode any time soon. You want me to remove the modifications he made as well?" Rajada glanced at the unfinished modifications Balthazar had made to the machine. "No," Rajada replied. "It might be dangerous, I need to study them first, make sure they can be removed without further catastrophe." "You're the boss," the worker said, picking up his welding unit. "See you tomorrow!" he said as he left the room. Rajada just stared at the machine.

----

RTSPlayer ran through the colorful corridor. The murmurs of the crowd were lost in the chaos. 500 points. He was only 500 points ahead. Sliding around a corner, he spotted the wall he was looking for. Leaning against it, the wall moved in an inch, then slid off to the side. Perfect, it was still there. The Double Damage hovered ominously as ever, but something was off. This Double Damage glowed a beautiful golden color. RTSPlayer's eyes widened as he slowly scooped up the power-up. As his Pulsator began to burn with excess power, RTSPlayer glanced at his wrist. 250 points ahead. He sprinted for the nearest exit and found the point target. 250 points, no, 500. RTSPlayer's gun glowed as an extra 250 points flowed into his wristband. A missed Hyperstrike shot flew by his head. Spinning around, RTSPlayer spotted G-MO about to ready another shot. But RTSPlayer fired, getting five quick headshots on G-MO before he ducked back into cover. 1000 points! Another target, another volley of hits, was there any doubt he would win?

Suddenly, Rajada rounded the corner with a Triplestrike. RTSPlayer drew his Wildfire, but Rajada had stopped, placing on a strange Electro Shield. A bubble encompassed Rajada as he prepared to fire his Triplestrike. RTSPlayer took several shots at Rajada, but they all bounced off, most of them flying right back at RTSPlayer. Two of Rajada's rockets splashed RTSPlayer's suit power. He was hurting for batteries now, so he retreated into the previous room. But Rajada was right on his tail. Two more near misses. A sickness was overcoming RTSPlayer. He was slowing down, his eyes losing focus. Suddenly his suit power fizzled out. RTSPlayer fell to his knees, but he wasn't teleported out. He mashed the emergency button of the belt, but it just broke off. "Game over..." RTSPlayer spun around and was face to face with Rajada's Triplestrike. The rockets were tipped with long needles dripping with a green fluid. Rajada pointed the gun to RTSPlayer's gut and fired.

----

RTSPlayer opened his eyes. It was still dark out, and his sprain was bothering him a little bit. Scanning the room, RTSPlayer noticed an odd shadow near his window. A chill ran through him as he realized it looked like the silhouette of a person. Grabbing for a Secret Shot on a nightstand with one hand, RTSPlayer flicked on a nearby lamp. Rajada stood in a corner of the room, looking out the window. "Oh, you're up." RTSPlayer lowered his gun as Rajada turned to face him. "How the he-" Rajada interrupted. "Your door wasn't locked. Well, it wasn't locked in an acid-proof way. I'll replace that by the way." RTSPlayer sat up in his bed, annoyed. "Raj, it is 3 AM, what do you want?" "Oh, nothing, just checking in on you. You've got a nice place, uh, minus the partially dissolved front door. How's the le-" "What do you ''really'' want?" RTSPlayer said sternly. Rajada was silent for a moment. "I don't think I can properly explain it withou-" "Raj, yesterday was a disaster, you nearly got us killed numerous times during what should have been an incident-free tour of the lab. Give me one good reason I shouldn't just punch you in the face right now and go back to sleep." Rajada thought it over for a moment, then walked over to the side of the bed. "Balthazar did something to my machine. He had nearly finished, so after a few tests I found he was creating some sort of tunneling device out of my time machine. He was able to... well, I won't bore you with the technical details, let's just say you're going to want to see this for yourself. It will change your life. G-MO is already waiting for us."

'''WHAT SHOULD HE DO?'''

[[The Adventures of Rajada: page 15|1. Punch Rajada in the face and get more sleep.]]

[[The Adventures of Rajada: page 16|2. Get up and go with Rajada.]]

[[The Adventures of Rajada: page 17|3. Ignore Rajada.]]

[[The Adventures of Rajada: page 18|4. Activate Plan B.]]

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Rajada:

I'm not sure exactly what you did to me back there, the way you infested my mind, but you should know by now I'm not all about gadgets." Rajada's eyes narrowed. "You say you regained your powers, those weren't powers, they were the very fabric of the universe. I should have known you'd try to use them to your advantage." Balthazar attempted a step forward but was frozen in place. Rajada clenched his fists. "And even now, as little as I wanted to do with your dangerous tampering with the universe, I still see the words! I thought Gods were speaking to me! All this time, it's been you!" Balthazar spoke. "You saw them too?" But Rajada wasn't listening. "Now I will end your meddling forever!" Balthazar's eyes widened in fear. "No wait you can't! You can't kill with the power! Please you have to believe me! I-" Rajada brought Balthazar to his knees with his mind. "You think I'm going to take advice about moderation from you? After all you've done? Well I'll tell you what, since you think your powers make you un-killable, let's see how many punches you can really take!"

Rajada kicked Blathazar's face and he tumbled over on his back. Rajada then proceeded to throw thirty quick punches to Balthazar's chest. There was no lasting effect. Balthazar slowly attempted to regain his footing. Rajada performed a sweep kick and took Balthazar back down. "Please, old friend, I nee-" "Old friend this!" Rajada screamed grabbing Balthazar by the throat and lifting him into the air. Rajada angrily sent a few more punches with his left into Balthazar's nose. "Why..." he said striking Balthazar "...won't..." another punch "...you..." another punch "...die?!" one last punch. Rajada threw Balthazar against a wall. Both of them were breathing heavy, but Balthazar seemed to be doing all he could to keep his injuries at bay.

Balthazar spoke. "You just going to keep doing this? Wondering why I haven't just teleported out of here I bet. Rajada you have to s-" Rajada pulled a Hyperstrike out of thin air and quickly emptied it into Balthazar, but every shot bounced off. Rajada dropped the gun and approached Balthazar again. "You haven't left because, I won't let you. My powers are coming from you, and I'm not leaving you anything to work with." Rajada slapped Balthazar aside, sending him flying across the room. Balthazar's body struck the time machine's control panel. The machine whirred to life as Balthazar staggered to his feet. But Balthazar's modifications were not yet complete, and the machine began to emit a grinding noise. Balthazar looked at Rajada. "Did you hear him? Wes? He couldn't fix things either, you told me but I... you were right." Rajada stopped, the machine's components were becoming worryingly unstable. "I was... what? Wait, Wes? I think I know... that name." Rajada yelled over the increasing noise. Balthazar was stunned. "I thought you knew! I thought you were trying to keep it for yourself! All the power!" "What are you talking ab-" but Rajada was cut short when a wall-mounted tank ruptured, knocking him back. As the room filled with black smoke, the machine shut down. Rajada heard Balthazar groan one last time before losing consciousness.

'''...'''

Rajada looked over Balthazar's body on the operating table. Beside him was a tray with a pile of computer chips, torn to shreds by metallic shrapnel. All of it had been removed from Balthazar's brain. G-MO entered the observation room, supporting RTSPlayer on his shoulder. RTSPlayer hobbled a little, his left leg lined with a mechanical splint. Rajada wheeled the table over to a slot in the wall and dumped the contents of the tray into it, sending them to the incinerator.

Rajada opened the door to observation and sat next to G-MO and RTSPlayer. "He'll be fine, I think. All this time I had thought he gained those powers from that tablet we found. The tablet was just a key, he was getting his power from me, because I refused it. His madness was my fault." G-MO turned. "No, no it wasn't, he chose to-" Rajada cut him off "He didn't choose anything! That tablet let us see what the universe was made up of, and we could manipulate it. Every secret that was whispered skipped right past me and filled his head with voices. It must have been maddening to know so much." They were silent for a moment. "Would it have mattered?" G-MO asked. "If you had that power instead of him, wouldn't you have done the exact same thing?" "I don't know..." Rajada replied.

G-MO stood up. "I have to take RTSPlayer home. we'll talk more tomorrow." G-MO left the room with RTSPlayer, leaving Rajada to his thoughts. It was getting late now, but he still had one last thing left to do.

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Rajada:

"Oh man." RTSPlayer thought, his mind racing. "I need a plan." He ran back to the tear in the hull, but it wasn't wide enough for him to slip through. "Raja!" he called out, "How much ammo do you have?" "Oh! Plenty!" he replied, a note of sarcasm in his voice. "I certainly have enough to fend off this unrelenting swarm of thugs for days while you prance around in your makeshift bunker losing things!" RTSPlayer was a little taken back at his hostility. "Thugs? Where?" Rajada peered around and noticed the thugs had stopped coming. The darts had stopped flying. Something was wrong. Rajada moved around the corner, putting a rocket into a downed, groaning thug on the way. The area was empty. The battle suit lie dormant. "What the..." Rajada was puzzled. Suddenly G-MO came out from behind the battle suit, escorted by two thugs, one of them holding Rajada's modified Hyperstrike.

Rajada tried to draw his guns but the thugs already had the Hyperstrike to G-MO's head. "Weapons down!" the thug yelled. Rajada reluctantly threw his Triplestrikes to the ground. RTSPlayer, realizing he had lost his Wildfire, stepped back into the wreckage unseen. "What do you really want?" Rajada asked. "Don't move!" the thug yelled back. G-MO shook his head a little. Rajada looked at the thug and noticed his finger was on the alternate fire trigger. The second thug pulled his Scattershot and aimed it at Rajada. "Amateurs!" Rajada yelled as he dove behind cover. The second thug ran after Rajada, but the first was more concerned about G-MO, who slipped away and rolled into the wreckage. The thug missed his shot, and Rajada's special Hyperstrike projectile detonated only a few feet away, too close. A Whomper shockwave obliterated the thug.

Rajada rounded the corner and bumped into G-MO. "G-MO! You saw it too!" Rajada laughed a little. "He had no idea!" G-MO stared a little. "Yeah! Haha, what an idiot!" "Freeze!" The thug with the Scattershot had caught up with Rajada and now had his gun trained on Rajada's head. Suddenly hundreds of metallic darts pierced the hull of the wreck, sticking to the thug's face. They were being fired from within the hull by the modified Wildfire at a blistering pace. After a few seconds of firing, the darts began to fly in a more upwards trajectory, eventually piercing the top of the ship, and finally coming to a stop. Rajada and G-MO scampered from their prone positions and peered through a hole in the wreckage to find RTSPlayer breathing heavily on the ground, smoking Wildfire at at his side. "Hey... guys..." he said between breaths. "I found... the... Wildfire." "You ''lost it''?" Rajada said. G-MO's smile shimmered a little. "Well, maybe we should put this thing back now?" Rajada turned to G-MO. "A little eager after what we just went through, but, hey, want to pilot it back?" G-MO smiled again. "Of course, looks like fun." Rajada laughed a little, turning away, then spun back firing a Secret Shot into G-MO's left shoulder. Fluids gushed from the wound and RTSPlayer stood there, wide-eyed. "What are you doing?!" RTSPlayer screamed, rushing to G-MO's aid. He stooped down to examine the wound then jumped back. A black fluid was receding from G-MO's body. "What the-"

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"Don't you get it? This could be the breakthrough we've been looking for!" said Rajada. "We build a place to study this thing, some kind of lab where we can run tests. We work out the kinks, then we use it to propel our research further! We could invent better versions of the engine, the pacemaker, sliced bread for all I care! We'd be set for life." "Better? We could ''replace'' those inventions, control every aspect of our universe!" Balthazar replied. "No, wait, hold on. We have to be careful, as fun as world domination sounds, this kind of power could destroy the universe if not used properly. We can patch up people but we can't 'fix' them. The consequences would be disastrous." "I understand." Balthazar replied.

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"We... we did what we could." Rajada said softly. "NO!" Balthazar yelled, "We could have done more!" "She was terminal, she d-" "We did what you would allow us to do!" Balthazar swiped the operating tools off the table. Rajada inhaled sharply. "You can't 'fix' people, remember? You'll kill them." Balthazar's clenched fist was bleeding profusely. "I wouldn't have killed her. You know a fraction of what I know about the tablet!" Balthazar screamed, poised over the open chest cavity. "I can still- I just need to- unchan the-" "She's gone." Rajada said morosely. "What more could we have done? You think you know but , there's nothing, no solution for this, just band-aids." Balthazar clenched his fist harder, the wound healing over, and threw a punch at Rajada, but it passed right through him. "I will kill you!" Balthazar screamed. "You hear me?! You are dead!" In an instant, the body and Balthazar vanished.

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"Are you sure these machines are up to spec?" Balthazar looked over to his head engineer. "Of course," the engineer replied, "I, I mean, you designed them, I tested them on hundreds of you. They're perfect." "Thank you. Please, watch over the surgery." Balthazar said, taking a seat in a cushioned chair adorned with restraints. "Everything must go smoothly." A machine above him lowered into position, an array of computer chips held by claws in a ring around his head.

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Balthazar walked up to the main entrance to the lab and shoved both guards away without even lifting a finger. Forcing open the thick doors with his mind, he walked in. "Knock, knock!" he said. "Anybody home?" Rajada had seen the entire thing through Balthazar's own eyes and was positioned in the next room. Balthazar walked into the room where Rajada was waiting. "Hey old buddy thought I’d take a tour of the lab." Balthazar said snidely. Balthazar looked around and said "I like what you’ve done with the place, but allow me to redecorate." Rajada drew a triple strike. "Don’t move a muscle." He said. "Don’t worry, I won’t." Balthazar began to glow. Rajada fired his Triplestrike, but the rockets were pushed away into the walls. Rajada fired the Triplestrike again, this time launching all three missiles tethered together by a large three pronged claw-like device. Balthazar tried to push the rockets apart but the tether kept them on target. The central claw grasped Balthazar's head, sending electric signals to his brain. Balthazar fell to the ground, writhing in pain. "I’m sorry. I told you I was so-" It was the last thing Balthazar heard before losing consciousness.

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The black fluid had peeled back, and Balthazar was left staring up at Rajada's Secret Shot. "I invented that device!" Rajada said. "I'm sure you did." Balthazar replied. "But did you ever use it to its full potential? Of course not. You never do." Balthazar tried to get up but was stopped by RTSPlayer's Wildfire. "Do you mind?" Balthazar said. RTSPlayer didn't flinch. "I destroyed your chips." Rajada said tersely. "Why would you come back?" "To kill you mostly, leveling your facility would be nice too." "Yeah good luck with that." Rajada said, pulling a canister off his belt. He pushed the top of the device and it unfolded into a Sidewinder. Electricity was arcing between its fork. "Oh Rajada, you and your gadgets. I should have known earlier you know. When I put those chips in my brain, I had everything I needed to crush you. I had control of almost everything. The passage of time, the weather, your very tether to your soul. What I didn't have was enough understanding of how those things interlocked. I couldn't straighten things out. But after you fried my head, it didn't take me long to regain my memories, the source came right back to me, no chips needed. I left that inescapable island, with a flick of my wrist. Well I've had plenty of time to master my powers now, so if you don't mind, I'd like to kill you now."

Rajada fired the serrated disk from his gun but it shattered mid-flight. Balthazar threw Rajada and RTSPlayer back. RTSPlayer lost his gun and rolled down a hill, but Rajada recovered and landed on his feet. He tried firing his weapons but the projectiles just smashed into the ground. Balthazar came closer. "You had the power to cheat death, but now I have the power to take life!" Balthazar glared at Rajada. Rajada suddenly felt sick, his body froze and his mind began to fill with gibberish. General protection fault! History:wwindow::wndproc <- wwindow::Static Proc <- wwindow::wndproc <- wwindow::Static Proc <- Enforce Tick Rate <- Main Loop...

'''...'''

Rajada awoke inside one of his own containment cells. A forcefield buzzed furiously in front of him. RTSPlayer was slumped over in a corner of the cell. Four masked thugs were in a circle guarding the outside of the cell, discussing something.

"I say we just kill him."

"Why?"

"Why not?"

"Balthazar might still need them."

"Maybe, but maybe he makes a break for it, tries to escape, and we take him down."

"If he just ''happened'' to get a hold of a weapon, we wouldn't have any other choice."

"And the other one?"

"Please, he can barely hold a gun let alone fire one."

"Hey, guys." Rajada said, pulling one of the guard's Secret Shots. "I escaped."

All of the guards whirled around and fired, but Rajada was already behind them again. He fired the Secret Shot, but it spewed darts like a machine gun, eliminating two of the thugs in less than a second. Rajada kicked the third to the ground, darts finishing him off. Then Rajada performed a sweep kick, knocking the last guard flat on his face. Rajada grabbed the guard's mask, exposing his face. To Rajada's amazement, his face looked nearly identical to Balthazar. The guard was groaning, but Rajada showed no mercy. With a single look, the guard flew into the forcefield, vaporizing in an instant. RTSPlayer sat in the cell, staring in amazement. Rajada saw him looking on. "Stay there!" he yelled. RTSPlayer just shyly put his hands up.

Rajada picked up another Secret Shot and proceeded down the hall. He mowed down every thug that tried to get in his way. As he approached is destination, a wave of a dozen thugs streamed out of the doorway at him. Rajada threw his pistols behind him and produced a Whomper out of thin air. The thugs screeched to a halt and ran back for cover, but all got jammed in the narrow doorway. Rajada fired the Whomper, and guided the shot right into the middle of the crowd.

Rajada opened the secure door to the time machine room. Sure enough, there was Balthazar, modifying the machine with spare parts. "Need a hand?" Rajada said menacingly. Balthazar spun around, surprised. "Rajada! You're just in time to be killed!" He dramatically flicked up his arm at Rajada, but nothing happened. Rajada continued to advance at him, fists clenched. "Not this time, ''buddy''."

'''WHAT SHOULD HE DO?'''

[[The Adventures of Rajada: page 13|1. Kick butt.]]

[[The Adventures of Rajada: page 13|2. Take names.]]

[[The Adventures of Rajada: page 13|3. Show no mercy.]]

[[The Adventures of Rajada: page 13|4. Show incredible mercy.]]

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Rajada:

As the armored van pulled up to the three of them, RTSPlayer gave another quizzical look to G-MO. The side panels of the van peeled upwards, revealing racks of modified Nerf weaponry. Rajada began to casually size up each implement. "I didn't see you call in a- OOF!" G-MO grunted as he caught a large, heavy Hyperstrike tossed to him by Rajada. RTSPlayer chuckled a little bit before being knocked off his feet by an even heavier Wildfire. His backside hit the sand with an embarrassing thud. "I'm okay!" RTSPlayer said, quickly scrambling to his feet. G-MO cracked a little smile then went back to examining his weapon. Rajada selected two Triplestrikes for himself, but these Triplestrikes had been modified to slip over his hands, gripped by handles inside the back of the gun.

"What’s this for?" G-MO asked, pointing to the electro pack attached with a coiled tube to the side of his Hyperstrike. "Oh," Rajada replied, "that's for the alternative firing mode. Keep back, maintain a 30 foot radius, aim away from face and all that." "Oh, okaaaay..." G-MO replied, tilting the gun a bit more away from him. "Let's go." Rajada opened the door of the van to reveal three empty seats. RTSPlayer blinked, surprised. "You have a roving, remote-controlled van full of guns?" he asked. "Technically, they're drones," Rajada corrected him. "Drones? You have more than one? Do you realize how crazy you sound right now?" "More than you know," Rajada muttered, stepping into the van and closing the driver side door. "Shotgun!" RTSPlayer said motioning to the passenger side door. "Hyperstrike." G-MO responded, pointing his gun to the air. "Dang," RTSPlayer said as he took the middle seat.

'''...'''

The crash site was surprisingly empty. Rajada began to move towards the wreckage of the ship, but RTSPlayer stopped him. "Hey, don’t you watch movies!?" RTSPlayer whispered. "We’re gonna round that corner and there’s gonna be hundreds of goons waiting, and they might even have that battle suit ready to blow us into oblivion!" But G-MO had already rounded the corner. "You watch too many movies." G-MO retorted. But just then the battle suit jumped from its perch on the wreckage, slamming down on the sand and creating a shockwave that knocked G-MO back against the exposed metallic frame of the ship. RTSPlayer ran to his aid, but G-MO was already unconscious. The battle suit spun up its weapons. Acting quickly, RTSPlayer grabbed G-MO by the arm and dragged him inside the wreckage, Hyperstrike still dangling in his other hand. As RTSPlayer lifted him into a compartment, he suddenly found himself surrounded by four masked goons. RTSPlayer froze. "Eeep." he said softly letting go of G-MO. G-MO's Hyperstrike fell to the ground with a clatter, wedging the trigger on an exposed bolt. The electronically modified shot screeched from the tip of the barrel, contacting one of the goons, then arcing to the others. "Sorry!" RTSPlayer shouted. The goons screamed as they faded into nothingness.

Rajada dove behind cover as the first volley of darts screamed past him. Peeping his head above the wreckage of an engine core, Rajada let loose a rapid succession of rockets from his modified Triplestrikes. They spun and reloaded as quickly as he could fire them, but he was still barely chipping away at the shields. A scattering of explosive Nerf Cannon balls detonated around him as he ducked back into cover. Rajada frantically looked for something he could use as a distraction to move from cover. Peering through a hole in the nearby wreckage, Rajada spotted RTSPlayer trying to find the safety on his Wildfire. "Hey!" Rajada yelled to him over the sounds of weapons firing. RTSPlayer ran up to the tear in the hull. "How do you turn this thing on?" "Never mind that, where's the Hyperstrike, I need it!" RTSPlayer stared. "Oh! Oh right the Hyperstrike! I left it with G-MO. I'll go get it!" RTSPlayer spun around and ran back to where he had left G-MO. Rajada lobbed a few more direct hits, firing over cover. "Time to lose those shields." Rajada muttered. Flicking a switch on one of his Triplestrikes, a stripped down Whomper unfolded from a side panel. Rajada did the same on his other gun and replaced them on his hands. Dashing for the tear in the hull, Rajada let loose two Whomper shots and dove for cover. The raw electronic power in the Whomper balls fizzled the shields on the battle suit before the pilot could respond. Rajada peered through the hole at RTSPlayer. "The Hyperstrike! Where is it?" he yelled. "It's not here!" RTSPlayer responded. "G-MO is gone!" "What?!" Rajada yelled. RTSPlayer began to panic, Rajada spun around and picked off more masked thugs that had appeared out of nowhere. RTSPlayer fell to his knees, trying to think, but the incessant sounds of gun fire drowned out his thoughts.

'''WHAT SHOULD HE DO?'''

[[The Adventures of Rajada: page 9|1. Come out of hiding and propose peaceful negotiations.]]

[[The Adventures of Rajada: page 10|2. Search the area for G-MO.]]

[[The Adventures of Rajada: page 11|3. Meet up with Rajada and try to come up with a plan.]]

[[The Adventures of Rajada: page 12|4. Curl up into the fetal position.]]

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Rajada:

"Rajada," G-MO continued, "I don't think you get it. I just saw you take out a dozen armed thugs without a weapon, single handed, while being held at gunpoint over some... thing that you seem to think has to be kept secret from your friends and business partners. A secret that nearly got all of us killed. We ''require'' an explanation."

"Ahhhhhh, I know," Rajada relented, "it... would just be so hard to explain the situation. If I show you something, will you swear to keep it a secret?" G-MO nodded, then glanced at RTSPlayer. "Don't look at me," he retorted, "I still don't know how any of this stuff works, I couldn't blab if I wanted to." Rajada smiled, satisfied. "Well, first off, you should know that a lot of the action today was just a bunch of fog and warpzones." "I knew it," RTSPlayer interrupted, "every magician ever, just fog and warpzones." Rajada looked at him quizzically. "Yes, well, the fight wasn't real, a lot of it was illusion, holograms, err... cloaking devices." "I guess that explains why it looked a little faked- wait, you have a ''cloaking device''? Did you ever think the Nerf league might be interested in that?" G-MO asked, shocked. "I have a ''prototype'' cloaking device that is not ready for public use yet. It works a little too well when used for more than a few seconds. We still can't find Ed."

G-MO looked around at where they had been walking. He had noticed the transition to the outdoor areas again, but he had hardly realized they had walked out into a huge, fenced off area of the desert. The thick, electrified fencing disappeared into the horizon; the area must have been hundreds of miles wide. "Testing grounds, sometimes you don't want to detonate a large explosive device indoors." Indeed, some of the sand was scorched, but most of it had been healed over by the ever-shifting desert sands.

Rajada walked them out to a large patch of sand covered cement not too far from the entrance and gestured at the ground. A thin armband on his wrist lit up, and a door in the cement opened, revealing a dark staircase into the depths of the earth. Sand piled on the first few steps as Rajada extended his arm into the blackness. "Gentlemen, this way." All three of them met at a landing not too far down the stairs. "The elevator will take us the rest of the way."

As the elevator slowly trundled downward to some unknown destination, Rajada passed the time talking about the minute technical details of this section of the facility. How it had been difficult to find a suitable location for such a deep excavation. How he had filled the outer wall with layers of stone, concrete, metal, and shock-absorbing materials. When the elevator finally stopped moving, they stepped into a large, open room full of idle computer banks. The whole place looked like NASA mission control from the sterile white walls to the dozens of chairs littering the aisles. But there wasn't another soul in the room besides the three of them. One huge, metallic door stood out against the back wall of the room.

Rajada approached the door and input a code on a nearby control panel. The door slowly began to open. Rajada turned back to his friends to continue speaking. "Nobody in the facility knows about this area but us. I intend to keep in that way for now. These computers allow me and any other trustworthy persons to access facility functions remotely. And this," he gestured towards the half open door, "is my last line of defense." G-MO stood agape. RTSPlayer broke the silence. "What... the graffiti?" Rajada spun around to see a message burned into the concrete behind the slowly rising lift in the empty shaft. ''NOT FAST ENOUGH!'' "Son of a- It was all a distraction!" Rajada drew a Scattershot and peered up the shaft. Shaking his head, he exclaimed "Back up the elevator!" The three of them dashed for the elevator.

As the doors opened, G-MO looked at the staircase to his left. "Wouldn't the stairs be faster?" "No," responded Rajada, "they spiral around for several stories. We have to get to the top and hope they don't get the engines primed before we get there." G-MO looked around inside the elevator, then whipped out a Secret Shot. With a few blasts, he crumpled an overhead panel. RTSPlayer stopped sheltering his head and screamed "What is wrong with you?!" "We need to get to the surface faster, boost me up, we can climb the cable. Without hesitation, Rajada boosted him up though the hole and G-MO helped the others up. The cable was oddly perfect for climbing, it had been made with built-in rivulets that served as excellent footholds. They all began to climb, G-MO first, then Rajada, and last RTSPlayer.

When they got to the top, G-MO forced the doors open and jumped out onto the concrete landing. Rajada awkwardly flopped to the ground behind him, and they both took off up the steps. G-MO only saw the device for a brief moment before the bay doors of a large transport closed around it. He couldn't identify it, but it was covered in metal and guns. Rajada stood beside him. "AH! That thing is way too tough for our guns!" "Uhh guys?" RTSPlayer called from inside the elevator. "I'm stuck! Hello?" The elevator was coming up quickly now, and RTSPlayer's pants were snagged on a bolt, still half inside the elevator shaft. "How can we stop that thing?" G-MO asked. "I don't know!" Rajada replied. "It loos like a flying ball of armor!" "Guys!" RTSPlayer called again, "I have a- guys! I can-"

The ship was already flying off as RTSPlayer was pushed up by the elevator. As he neared the top of the shaft, he gave one last yank and came loose. Diving headfirst towards the concrete, he tucked and rolled, drawing his weapon. He quickly took aim and fired out the hole at the top of the stairs. A super fast ball of plasma screamed past Rajada and G-MO, blowing them down. The force of the shot also knocked RTSPlayer back and he skidded through the doors of the elevator just as they fully opened. He slammed into the back wall of the elevator and sat there, gun smoking. Rajada stood up to see the engines of the ship in flames. "Did I... did I hit it?" RTSPlayer asked groggily. As the ship plummeted like a stone to the desert below, Rajada turned back to RTSPlayer. "Yes, you hit it with my untested, EXTREMELY dangerous, highly experimental blaster that you appear to have stolen from my testing labs." "Whoooooo!" RTSPlayer exclaimed weakly as he held his hands high above his head. The gun dropped with a clatter to the floor.

"It's just as well I suppose," said Rajada as he picked up the gun. "This thing only had one charge in it, the first shot always melts the internals." G-MO helped RTSPlayer to his feet and they all walked up the final flight of stairs to the desert. The flaming wreckage in he distance was clearly visible, burning against the afternoon sky. The ship's hull may have been impermeable to the most powerful weapons, but it couldn't stay together under the force of its own mass when it hit the ground. "That thing you saw, by the way, entering the ship, it was the N.A.B.S. Neurologically Activated Battle Suit. It's a sort of mech, piloted using a neural interface, and stocked with powerful weaponry and shield technology. Someone wanted it, badly. We have to find it before they get it up and running. That thing has shields that can withstand 10,000 hitpoints, and armor just as capable." "we're going to need guns." G-MO said. "Let's go back inside and get some." "No," said Rajada, "I have a better idea."

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Rajada:

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Rajada, G-MO, and RTSPlayer were standing in an area of the lab without a ceiling. Rajada pulled out a red and black ballzooka. "I call it the Deathzooka, for obvious reasons. It was fairly easy to make. All I had to do was accelerate the quantum flux capacitors in the nozzle and..." G-MO and RTSPlayer looked at each other a little puzzled. Just then RTSPlayer whispered to G-MO "Hey, weren't we supposed to do something when we got here?" "What are you talking about?" G-MO replied softly. "I... don't know." RTSPlayer said, looking at the ground. "...then I just carved out a larger opening for the modified ball. Watch." A secret passage in the wall opened and Todd stepped through. "The trail of bonus points ends here." he said aloud. Rajada took aim. Todd stuttered "I- I know what I said about you being a bozo was totally inappropriate, but I actually believe that-" There was a loud click as the barrel rotated and released a huge luminescent Ballzooka ball surrounded by a bizarre collection of metallic orbs, energy arcing between them. The impact launched him 600 feet into the air. "Hmmmm... how disappointing, I was expecting better results... oh well. I guess I can always amp up the energy output by a few hundred joules." "Why stop there?" mumbled RTSPlayer sarcastically. G-MO gave him a cock-eyed glare. "I'll tell you why," said Rajada, his voice intensifying in preparation for one of his trademarked tirades, "politics!" Rajada guided the pair down another hallway. "League officials say they don't want more powerful weapons in the junior leagues. They say the power suits aren't meant to handle the kind of energy output the guns would demand of them. If they'd just use my upgraded batteries they wouldn't have an issue. Of course, the moron running the place tells me that if I'm so upset about it, why not start my own tournament?" The three rounded a corner and walked past a large window made of shatter-proof glass. RTSPlayer let his gaze wander to the scene behind the glass. "I think he was trying to insult me, honestly, so I took this large temple I won in a poker game... funny story actually. I had a pair of twos in my hand and had been bluffing this rich Texan who thought he knew exactly..." RTSPlayer stopped walking to observe what seemed to be two identical men wheeling a stripped down Whomper on a cart to a large machine at the other end of the room. G-MO stopped and turned to see where his friend had gone off to. The Whomper's exposed guts were meticulously linked up to several cables by the men; it seemed some kind of test was about to occur. G-MO wandered over to RTSPlayer. When the cables were properly hooked up, the men retreated into a built-in cement bunker in the room where they flipped a large switch. The Whomper shook for a moment before violently exploding, filling the room with white smoke. G-MO and RTSPlayer turned to stare at each other, a little bewildered. The room began venting the smoke and Rajada suddenly called to them "You coming? I’ve got more to show you." RTSPlayer and G-MO broke their stare and walked towards the open door to the test labs.

'''...'''

Rajada, RTSPlayer, and G-MO emerged from the testing labs. RTSPlayer had a wide-eyed look on his face as he turned in time to see G-MO shudder a little. "Okay, that’s why I test weapons before using them. Had that been a competitor, we’d have big trouble on our hands, even with the improved suits. Don’t worry, I can always get more scientists, they re-spawn rather quickly." "I think I’m gonna be sick," G-MO said. Rajada showed his ID to a guard. The group entered a room with a large machine in it. Pipes extended out of the main body of the device and stretched down tight hallways for what seemed like eternity. "Being a genius and all, I have a little insurance policy. This machine has the power to create a six-trillion mile wide rip in the time space continuum. Enough to go back in time about sixty minutes." "That’s it?" RTSPlayer said, laughing a little. Rajada stared at him uncertain what the joke was. "Sorry, continue." RTSPlayer said. "Anyway," Rajada continued "I implore you to only use this machine if it becomes absolutely necessary. We're talking life or death. Of course I have secure locks on everything in the lab, so I’ll have to program the computers to recognize you, which may take a while. So in the mean time, I’ll just give you the pass-” He was cut off by a loud, screeching siren accompanied by bright, green flashing lights.

G-MO pulled a quick glance at Rajada and noticed that he was sweating a little. This was the first time G-MO had seen Rajada not smugly self-assured. Distracted, Rajada quickly ran off. "Wait here!" he called back to them. G-MO and RTSPlayer attempted to follow him, but lost him in the vast, maze-like corridors. As they walked towards an open doorway, they heard voices in the other direction. G-MO turned around and peered around the corner. He saw Rajada on his knees with a Hyper Strike at his head. The thug holding it yelled “Where is it?” Rajada sat in the middle of a ring of thugs, hands behind his head and said nothing. The thug yelled again “Where is it!?”

'''WHAT SHOULD THEY DO?'''

[[The Adventures of Rajada: page 2|1. Run for the time machine.]]

[[The Adventures of Rajada: page 3|2. Try to find a weapon in the lab.]]

[[The Adventures of Rajada: page 4|3. Stay and watch hoping Rajada has some ace up his sleeve.]]

[[The Adventures of Rajada: page 5|4. Try to take on the thugs Kung-Fu style.]]

The Adventures of Rajada: page 2

2018-06-13T07:07:51Z

Rajada:

The Adventures of Rajada

2018-06-13T06:42:11Z

Rajada:

[[File:Mice.jpg|thumb]]

'''Prologue'''

It should be noted that the following story was never really intended as anything other than a joke. A funny poke at RTSPlayer's strangely addicting adventure of a Nerf tournament gone awry, fallen into chaos instigated by the rise of individuals with ridiculously stereotyped helpful superpowers. His story lays unfinished to this day, as did mine for the longest time. But when I created the in-game campaign "Infiltration" I decided to come back and write one last page, an ending, proving that all the events in this story were in fact what lead to the events of "Infiltration". What you see before you has been edited dramatically, and strewn with secrets, just like any number of my maps. Hopefully, by reading this story, you will understand what lead to the rise of this odd universe in which G-MO always lets evil know, that there is a new sheriff in town.

----

Rajada, G-MO, and RTSPlayer were standing in an area of the lab without a ceiling. Rajada pulled out a red and black ballzooka. "I call it the Deathzooka, for obvious reasons. It was fairly easy to make. All I had to do was accelerate the quantum flux capacitors in the nozzle and..." G-MO and RTSPlayer looked at each other a little puzzled. "...then I just carved out a larger opening for the modified ball. Watch." A secret passage in the wall opened and Todd stepped through. "The trail of bonus points ends here." he said aloud. Rajada took aim. Todd stuttered "I- I know what I said about you being a bozo was totally inappropriate, but I actually believe that-" There was a loud click as the barrel rotated and released a huge luminescent Ballzooka ball surrounded by a bizarre collection of metallic orbs, energy arcing between them. The impact launched him 600 feet into the air. "Hmmmm... how disappointing, I was expecting better results... oh well. I guess I can always amp up the energy output by a few hundred joules." "Why stop there?" mumbled RTSPlayer sarcastically. G-MO gave him a cock-eyed glare. "I'll tell you why," said Rajada, his voice intensifying in preparation for one of his trademarked tirades, "politics!" Rajada guided the pair down another hallway. "League officials say they don't want more powerful weapons in the junior leagues. They say the power suits aren't meant to handle the kind of energy output the guns would demand of them. If they'd just use my upgraded batteries they wouldn't have an issue. Of course, the moron running the place tells me that if I'm so upset about it, why not start my own tournament?" The three rounded a corner and walked past a large window made of shatter-proof glass. RTSPlayer let his gaze wander to the scene behind the glass. "I think he was trying to insult me, honestly, so I took this large temple I won in a poker game... funny story actually. I had a pair of twos in my hand and had been bluffing this rich Texan who thought he knew exactly..." RTSPlayer stopped walking to observe what seemed to be two identical men wheeling a stripped down Whomper on a cart to a large machine at the other end of the room. G-MO stopped and turned to see where his friend had gone off to. The Whomper's exposed guts were meticulously linked up to several cables by the men; it seemed some kind of test was about to occur. G-MO wandered over to RTSPlayer. When the cables were properly hooked up, the men retreated into a built-in cement bunker in the room where they flipped a large switch. The Whomper shook for a moment before violently exploding, filling the room with white smoke. G-MO and RTSPlayer turned to stare at each other, a little bewildered. The room began venting the smoke and Rajada suddenly called to them "You coming? I’ve got more to show you." RTSPlayer and G-MO broke their stare and walked towards the open door to the test labs.

'''...'''

Rajada, RTSPlayer, and G-MO emerged from the testing labs. RTSPlayer had a wide-eyed look on his face as he turned in time to see G-MO shudder a little. "Okay, that’s why I test weapons before using them. Had that been a competitor, we’d have big trouble on our hands, even with the improved suits. Don’t worry, I can always get more scientists, they re-spawn rather quickly." "I think I’m gonna be sick," G-MO said. Rajada showed his ID to a guard. The group entered a room with a large machine in it. Pipes extended out of the main body of the device and stretched down tight hallways for what seemed like eternity. "Being a genius and all, I have a little insurance policy. This machine has the power to create a six-trillion mile wide rip in the time space continuum. Enough to go back in time about sixty minutes." "That’s it?" RTSPlayer said, laughing a little. Rajada stared at him uncertain what the joke was. "Sorry, continue." RTSPlayer said. "Anyway," Rajada continued "I implore you to only use this machine if it becomes absolutely necessary. We're talking life or death. Of course I have secure locks on everything in the lab, so I’ll have to program the computers to recognize you, which may take a while. So in the mean time, I’ll just give you the pass-” He was cut off by a loud, screeching siren accompanied by bright, green flashing lights.

G-MO pulled a quick glance at Rajada and noticed that he was sweating a little. This was the first time G-MO had seen Rajada not smugly self-assured. Distracted, Rajada quickly ran off. "Wait here!" he called back to them. G-MO and RTSPlayer attempted to follow him, but lost him in the vast, maze-like corridors. As they walked towards an open doorway, they heard voices in the other direction. G-MO turned around and peered around the corner. He saw Rajada on his knees with a Hyper Strike at his head. The thug holding it yelled “Where is it?” Rajada sat in the middle of a ring of thugs, hands behind his head and said nothing. The thug yelled again “Where is it!?”

'''WHAT SHOULD THEY DO?'''

[[The Adventures of Rajada: page 2|1. Run for the time machine.]]

[[The Adventures of Rajada: page 3|2. Try to find a weapon in the lab.]]

[[The Adventures of Rajada: page 4|3. Stay and watch hoping Rajada has some ace up his sleeve.]]

[[The Adventures of Rajada: page 5|4. Try to take on the thugs Kung-Fu style.]]

The Adventures of Rajada

2018-06-13T06:32:18Z

Rajada:

[[File:Mice.jpg|thumb]]

'''Prologue'''

It should be noted that the following story was never really intended as anything other than a joke. A funny poke at RTSPlayer's strangely addicting adventure of a Nerf tournament gone awry, fallen into chaos instigated by the rise of individuals with ridiculously stereotyped helpful superpowers. His story lays unfinished to this day, as did mine for the longest time. But when I created the in-game campaign "Infiltration" I decided to come back and write one last page, an ending, proving that all the events in this story were in fact what lead to the events of "Infiltration". What you see before you has been edited dramatically, and strewn with secrets, just like any number of my maps. Hopefully, by reading this story, you will understand what lead to the rise of this odd universe in which G-MO always lets evil know, that there is a new sheriff in town.

----

Rajada, G-MO, and RTSPlayer were standing in an area of the lab without a ceiling. Rajada pulled out a red and black ballzooka. "I call it the Deathzooka, for obvious reasons. It was fairly easy to make. All I had to do was accelerate the quantum flux capacitors in the nozzle and..." G-MO and RTSPlayer looked at each other a little puzzled. "...then I just carved out a larger opening for the modified ball. Watch." A secret passage in the wall opened and Todd stepped through. "The trail of bonus points ends here." he said aloud. Rajada took aim. Todd stuttered "I- I know what I said about you being a bozo was totally inappropriate, but I actually believe that-" There was a loud click as the barrel rotated and released a huge luminescent Ballzooka ball surrounded by a bizarre collection of metallic orbs, energy arcing between them. The impact launched him 600 feet into the air. "Hmmmm... how disappointing, I was expecting better results... oh well. I guess I can always amp up the energy output by a few hundred joules." "Why stop there?" mumbled RTSPlayer sarcastically. G-MO gave him a cock-eyed glare. "I'll tell you why," said Rajada, his voice intensifying in preparation for one of his trademarked tirades, "politics!" Rajada guided the pair down another hallway. "League officials say they don't want more powerful weapons in the junior leagues. They say the power suits aren't meant to handle the kind of energy output the guns would demand of them. If they'd just use my upgraded batteries they wouldn't have an issue. Of course, the moron running the place tells me that if I'm so upset about it, why not start my own tournament?" The three rounded a corner and walked past a large window made of shatter-proof glass. RTSPlayer let his gaze wander to the scene behind the glass. "I think he was trying to insult me, honestly, so I took this large temple I won in a poker game... funny story actually. I had a pair of twos in my hand and had been bluffing this rich Texan who thought he knew exactly..." RTSPlayer stopped walking to observe what seemed to be two identical men wheeling a stripped down Whomper on a cart to a large machine at the other end of the room. G-MO stopped and turned to see where his friend had gone off to. The Whomper's exposed guts were meticulously linked up to several cables by the men; it seemed some kind of test was about to occur. G-MO wandered over to RTSPlayer. When the cables were properly hooked up, the men retreated into a built-in cement bunker in the room where they flipped a large switch. The Whomper shook for a moment before violently exploding, filling the room with white smoke. G-MO and RTSPlayer turned to stare at each other, a little bewildered. The room began venting the smoke and Rajada suddenly called to them "You coming? I’ve got more to show you." RTSPlayer and G-MO broke their stare and walked towards the open door to the test labs.

* * *

Rajada, RTSPlayer, and G-MO emerged from the testing labs. RTSPlayer had a wide-eyed look on his face as he turned in time to see G-MO shudder a little. "Okay, that’s why I test weapons before using them. Had that been a competitor, we’d have big trouble on our hands, even with the improved suits. Don’t worry, I can always get more scientists, they re-spawn rather quickly." "I think I’m gonna be sick," G-MO said. Rajada showed his ID to a guard. The group entered a room with a large machine in it. Pipes extended out of the main body of the device and stretched down tight hallways for what seemed like eternity. "Being a genius and all, I have a little insurance policy. This machine has the power to create a six-trillion mile wide rip in the time space continuum. Enough to go back in time about sixty minutes." "That’s it?" RTSPlayer said, laughing a little. Rajada stared at him uncertain what the joke was. "Sorry, continue." RTSPlayer said. "Anyway," Rajada continued "I implore you to only use this machine if it becomes absolutely necessary. We're talking life or death. Of course I have secure locks on everything in the lab, so I’ll have to program the computers to recognize you, which may take a while. So in the mean time, I’ll just give you the pass-” He was cut off by a loud, screeching siren accompanied by bright, green flashing lights.

G-MO pulled a quick glance at Rajada and noticed that he was sweating a little. This was the first time G-MO had seen Rajada not smugly self-assured. Distracted, Rajada quickly ran off. "Wait here!" he called back to them. G-MO and RTSPlayer attempted to follow him, but lost him in the vast, maze-like corridors. As they walked towards an open doorway, they heard voices in the other direction. G-MO turned around and peered around the corner. He saw Rajada on his knees with a Hyper Strike at his head. The thug holding it yelled “Where is it?” Rajada sat in the middle of a ring of thugs, hands behind his head and said nothing. The thug yelled again “Where is it!?”

'''WHAT SHOULD THEY DO?'''

[[The Adventures of Rajada: page 2|1. Run for the time machine.]]

[[The Adventures of Rajada: page 3|2. Try to find a weapon in the lab.]]

[[The Adventures of Rajada: page 4|3. Stay and watch hoping Rajada has some ace up his sleeve.]]

[[The Adventures of Rajada: page 5|4. Try to take on the thugs Kung-Fu style.]]

The Adventures of Rajada

2018-06-13T06:31:53Z

Rajada:

[[File:Mice.jpg|thumb]]

'''Prologue'''

It should be noted that the following story was never really intended as anything other than a joke. A funny poke at RTSPlayer's strangely addicting adventure of a Nerf tournament gone awry, fallen into chaos instigated by the rise of individuals with ridiculously stereotyped helpful superpowers. His story lays unfinished to this day, as did mine for the longest time. But when I created the in-game campaign "Infiltration" I decided to come back and write one last page, an ending, proving that all the events in this story were in fact what lead to the events of "Infiltration". What you see before you has been edited dramatically, and strewn with secrets, just like any number of my maps. Hopefully, by reading this story, you will understand what lead to the rise of this odd universe in which G-MO always lets evil know, that there is a new sheriff in town.

----

Rajada, G-MO, and RTSPlayer were standing in an area of the lab without a ceiling. Rajada pulled out a red and black ballzooka. "I call it the Deathzooka, for obvious reasons. It was fairly easy to make. All I had to do was accelerate the quantum flux capacitors in the nozzle and..." G-MO and RTSPlayer looked at each other a little puzzled. "...then I just carved out a larger opening for the modified ball. Watch." A secret passage in the wall opened and Todd stepped through. "The trail of bonus points ends here." he said aloud. Rajada took aim. Todd stuttered "I- I know what I said about you being a bozo was totally inappropriate, but I actually believe that-" There was a loud click as the barrel rotated and released a huge luminescent Ballzooka ball surrounded by a bizarre collection of metallic orbs, energy arcing between them. The impact launched him 600 feet into the air. "Hmmmm... how disappointing, I was expecting better results... oh well. I guess I can always amp up the energy output by a few hundred joules." "Why stop there?" mumbled RTSPlayer sarcastically. G-MO gave him a cock-eyed glare. "I'll tell you why," said Rajada, his voice intensifying in preparation for one of his trademarked tirades, "politics!" Rajada guided the pair down another hallway. "League officials say they don't want more powerful weapons in the junior leagues. They say the power suits aren't meant to handle the kind of energy output the guns would demand of them. If they'd just use my upgraded batteries they wouldn't have an issue. Of course, the moron running the place tells me that if I'm so upset about it, why not start my own tournament?" The three rounded a corner and walked past a large window made of shatter-proof glass. RTSPlayer let his gaze wander to the scene behind the glass. "I think he was trying to insult me, honestly, so I took this large temple I won in a poker game... funny story actually. I had a pair of twos in my hand and had been bluffing this rich Texan who thought he knew exactly..." RTSPlayer stopped walking to observe what seemed to be two identical men wheeling a stripped down Whomper on a cart to a large machine at the other end of the room. G-MO stopped and turned to see where his friend had gone off to. The Whomper's exposed guts were meticulously linked up to several cables by the men; it seemed some kind of test was about to occur. G-MO wandered over to RTSPlayer. When the cables were properly hooked up, the men retreated into a built-in cement bunker in the room where they flipped a large switch. The Whomper shook for a moment before violently exploding, filling the room with white smoke. G-MO and RTSPlayer turned to stare at each other, a little bewildered. The room began venting the smoke and Rajada suddenly called to them "You coming? I’ve got more to show you." RTSPlayer and G-MO broke their stare and walked towards the open door to the test labs.

...

Rajada, RTSPlayer, and G-MO emerged from the testing labs. RTSPlayer had a wide-eyed look on his face as he turned in time to see G-MO shudder a little. "Okay, that’s why I test weapons before using them. Had that been a competitor, we’d have big trouble on our hands, even with the improved suits. Don’t worry, I can always get more scientists, they re-spawn rather quickly." "I think I’m gonna be sick," G-MO said. Rajada showed his ID to a guard. The group entered a room with a large machine in it. Pipes extended out of the main body of the device and stretched down tight hallways for what seemed like eternity. "Being a genius and all, I have a little insurance policy. This machine has the power to create a six-trillion mile wide rip in the time space continuum. Enough to go back in time about sixty minutes." "That’s it?" RTSPlayer said, laughing a little. Rajada stared at him uncertain what the joke was. "Sorry, continue." RTSPlayer said. "Anyway," Rajada continued "I implore you to only use this machine if it becomes absolutely necessary. We're talking life or death. Of course I have secure locks on everything in the lab, so I’ll have to program the computers to recognize you, which may take a while. So in the mean time, I’ll just give you the pass-” He was cut off by a loud, screeching siren accompanied by bright, green flashing lights.

G-MO pulled a quick glance at Rajada and noticed that he was sweating a little. This was the first time G-MO had seen Rajada not smugly self-assured. Distracted, Rajada quickly ran off. "Wait here!" he called back to them. G-MO and RTSPlayer attempted to follow him, but lost him in the vast, maze-like corridors. As they walked towards an open doorway, they heard voices in the other direction. G-MO turned around and peered around the corner. He saw Rajada on his knees with a Hyper Strike at his head. The thug holding it yelled “Where is it?” Rajada sat in the middle of a ring of thugs, hands behind his head and said nothing. The thug yelled again “Where is it!?”

'''WHAT SHOULD THEY DO?'''

[[The Adventures of Rajada: page 2|1. Run for the time machine.]]

[[The Adventures of Rajada: page 3|2. Try to find a weapon in the lab.]]

[[The Adventures of Rajada: page 4|3. Stay and watch hoping Rajada has some ace up his sleeve.]]

[[The Adventures of Rajada: page 5|4. Try to take on the thugs Kung-Fu style.]]

Main Page

2015-12-03T09:28:38Z

Rajada:

'''Welcome to Liquid_he Nerf ArenaBlast community fiction library!'''

This is the place to post all your Nerf ArenaBlast related fictional stories. You'll need a library account to get started, so ask an administrator for an account to start writing your masterpiece.

'''Rules for editing'''

Please keep the following rules in mind when editing, when using the library you agree to be bound by them:

- You are the author of your work, but it may be mercilessly edited by other members of the library team.

- Do not grief anyone's work. Do not encourage griefing. And most of all, report any griefing you see to an administrator.

- Keep all submissions Nerf related. Whether it's video games, Nerf battles, of Nerf fiction.

- Keep it PG-13, you were a kid once too.

- You can edit anyone's work for spelling and grammar when appropriate. Correcting obvious typos is okay, but try to leave misspellings if they're done for effect.

- You can edit for clarity, but only if it doesn't disrupt the original thought. Whenever possible, ask the original author first.

- Many of the stories here are very old, and the authors no longer visit them. Treat these as if they are a piece of history, and touch them up only when it is respectful to do so.

== Stories by Custer ==

=== [[Downtime]] ===

=== [[Into the Arena]] ===

=== [[The Loneliness of Command]] ===

== Stories by Grant (G-MO) Williams ==

=== [[The Cost of Communication]] ===

=== [[The Battle of Medway]] ===

=== [[Atari in Medway]] ===

=== [[The Tycoon Hotel Mystery]] ===

== Stories by icephoen-X (formerly Stormforce) ==

=== [[The Problem With NerfED]] ===

=== [[Triple Strike]] ===

== Stories by Rajada ==

=== [[The Adventures of Rajada]] ===

=== [[Confessions of a Teenage NAB Enthusiast]] ===

== Stories by Renegade ==

=== [[Happy Halloween]] ===

== Stories by RTSplayer ==

=== [[License Registration for Raja]] ===

=== [[The Zombie Teddy Bears]] ===

----

=== GMO: Loose Cannon Cop ===

==== [[President Evil]] ====

==== [[Attack of the Clowns]] ====

==== [[The return of Raja]] ====

==== [[The Zombie Teddy Bears (second edition)]] ====

==== [[BONUS - GMO: Loose Cannon Cop Theme Song]] ====

==== [[The Boring Day]] ====

==== [[The Mystery Killer]] ====

----

=== The Adventures of RTSplayer ===

==== [[Part One: GMO's Death]] ====

==== [[Part Two: The Nerf Championship]] ====

==== [[Part Three: Boomerslang's Village]] ====

==== [[Part Four: Building back the ray, and then to the Nerf Championship!]] ====

----

=== [[As the Ballzooka Turns]] ===

== Stories by SLAM ==

=== Future Nerf ===

==== [[Future Nerf: Reader's Guide]] ====

==== [[Future Nerf: Chapter 1]] ====

==== [[Future Nerf: Chapter 2]] ====

==== [[Future Nerf: Chapter 3]] ====

==== [[Future Nerf: Chapter 4]] ====

==== [[Future Nerf: Chapter 5]] ====

==== [[Future Nerf: Chapter 6]] ====

== Nerf Stories Impromptu ==

=== [[NSI 1]] ===

=== [[NSI 2]] ===

=== [[NSI 3]] ===

=== [[NSI 4]] ===

=== [[NSI 5]] ===

=== [["2 Words" Story]] ===

== Stories by Tweety ==

=== [[Loser]] ===

=== [[Midgets Rule]] ===

=== [[The Hostage]] ===

== Stories by Zega ==

=== [[Dream to Fall]] ===

== Stories by Solid_Snake==

==Stories by Liquid_Snake==

Main Page

2015-11-05T18:39:10Z

Rajada:

'''Welcome to the Nerf ArenaBlast community fiction library!'''

This is the place to post all your Nerf ArenaBlast related fictional stories. You'll need a library account to get started, so ask an administrator for an account to start writing your masterpiece.

'''Rules for editing'''

Please keep the following rules in mind when editing, when using the library you agree to be bound by them:

- You are the author of your work, but it may be mercilessly edited by other members of the library team.

- Do not grief anyone's work. Do not encourage griefing. And most of all, report any griefing you see to an administrator.

- Keep all submissions Nerf related. Whether it's video games, Nerf battles, of Nerf fiction.

- Keep it PG-13, you were a kid once too.

- You can edit anyone's work for spelling and grammar when appropriate. Correcting obvious typos is okay, but try to leave misspellings if they're done for effect.

- You can edit for clarity, but only if it doesn't disrupt the original thought. Whenever possible, ask the original author first.

- Many of the stories here are very old, and the authors no longer visit them. Treat these as if they are a piece of history, and touch them up only when it is respectful to do so.

== Stories by Custer ==

=== [[Downtime]] ===

=== [[Into the Arena]] ===

=== [[The Loneliness of Command]] ===

== Stories by Grant (G-MO) Williams ==

=== [[The Cost of Communication]] ===

=== [[The Battle of Medway]] ===

=== [[Atari in Medway]] ===

=== [[The Tycoon Hotel Mystery]] ===

== Stories by icephoen-X (formerly Stormforce) ==

=== [[The Problem With NerfED]] ===

=== [[Triple Strike]] ===

== Stories by Rajada ==

=== [[The Adventures of Rajada]] ===

=== [[Confessions of a Teenage NAB Enthusiast]] ===

== Stories by Renegade ==

=== [[Happy Halloween]] ===

== Stories by RTSplayer ==

=== [[License Registration for Raja]] ===

=== [[The Zombie Teddy Bears]] ===

----

=== GMO: Loose Cannon Cop ===

==== [[President Evil]] ====

==== [[Attack of the Clowns]] ====

==== [[The return of Raja]] ====

==== [[The Zombie Teddy Bears (second edition)]] ====

==== [[BONUS - GMO: Loose Cannon Cop Theme Song]] ====

==== [[The Boring Day]] ====

==== [[The Mystery Killer]] ====

----

=== The Adventures of RTSplayer ===

==== [[Part One: GMO's Death]] ====

==== [[Part Two: The Nerf Championship]] ====

==== [[Part Three: Boomerslang's Village]] ====

==== [[Part Four: Building back the ray, and then to the Nerf Championship!]] ====

----

=== [[As the Ballzooka Turns]] ===

== Stories by SLAM ==

=== Future Nerf ===

==== [[Future Nerf: Reader's Guide]] ====

==== [[Future Nerf: Chapter 1]] ====

==== [[Future Nerf: Chapter 2]] ====

==== [[Future Nerf: Chapter 3]] ====

==== [[Future Nerf: Chapter 4]] ====

==== [[Future Nerf: Chapter 5]] ====

==== [[Future Nerf: Chapter 6]] ====

== Nerf Stories Impromptu ==

=== [[NSI 1]] ===

=== [[NSI 2]] ===

=== [[NSI 3]] ===

=== [[NSI 4]] ===

=== [[NSI 5]] ===

=== [["2 Words" Story]] ===

== Stories by Tweety ==

=== [[Loser]] ===

=== [[Midgets Rule]] ===

=== [[The Hostage]] ===

== Stories by Zega ==

=== [[Dream to Fall]] ===

Confessions of a Teenage NAB Enthusiast

2015-10-31T08:40:50Z

Rajada: /* Playing NAB Online */

== Writing Stories ==

Rajada sighed a little as he stared at the blank page. Three-thirty. Half an hour and still nothing. "Why am I doing this?" he thought. "Why do I need to write a story? Chris comes back and suddenly you've got to write? What am I trying to show him up?" He reflected on the truth in his outburst for a moment. There were already so many stories; Rajada hadn't even read half of them. He often didn't have the patience for a "serious" plot line. Rajada clicked his pen and began writing.

Moose Rider:

''Caribou finds himsel-''

"No that's a terrible idea," he said out loud.

Nerf Wars: Return of the Twisters:

''A long, long time a-''

Suddenly a man with a grey beard walked through the door. "Nope, try again," said the man, scratching out Rajada's most recent idea. "Here, have an autograph, and come up with a better idea" he said, scribbling down a signature. Rajada lifted up the paper. "Uh, thanks, Mr. George who?" but the man was already gone. "Uh huh," said Rajada, turning back to his pad of paper. "I really ought to lock that door." Rajada crumpled up the piece of paper bearing the strange man's name and blindly tossed it towards a wastebasket missing by several feet. "Okay, better idea, better idea. There are already so many stories with real community members as characters... maybe I can take advantage of that." said Rajada, mumbling to himself. He grabbed his pen again. "If I want the story to be memorable, it has to have a simple idea behind it."

"Okay, a ruthless band of 100,000 Tribe team members attack a standing army of 306 Tycoons. I'll call it: ''306''."
Rajada stared at his writing. "Nah, that will never sell."

Meanwhile, Chris was spying on Rajada, taking all of his ideas down. "This is pure gold!" whispered Chris to himself. Rajada looked back at the scratched out heap on his paper. "Things like ''Yam, King of Potatoes'' are popular despite the sheer lack of quality. I wonder if I could use- no, puns are lazy." Rajada adjusted his chair. "Hmmmm... how about a story where I take a site administrator and make him some sort of crime-fighting, loose cannon cop?" he asked himself aloud. "It's been done," said Chris, hanging from a suspension wire just above Rajada's head. "Oops." Rajada whipped his head up and stared in disbelief. Chris just smiled back nervously.

***

"Well, now that that's taken care of," said Rajada washing the deep red stains from his hands, "I can finally get back to my story." "Hey, thanks for the cherries!" said Chris, dragging his harness cable behind him. "Well, I have so many," said Rajada as Chris walked out the door, "it would be a shame to let them go to waste." As the front door closed, Rajada's smile broke. "Lazy hack" he muttered under his breath. "Where was I?" Rajada looked at his mutilated page. "Oh yeah. Okay. No big deal. I can handle this. Hmmmm? Maybe if I just start writing words, the idea will come more naturally!" Rajada began writing again.

''<s>It was the best of ti</s>

<s>It was a dark and stormy night in Skyscraper</s>

<s>Call me G-MO</s>''

He scribbled out his sentences. "Chris makes this look so easy! I bet he'll have written four of my stolen stories by the time I get one good idea!" Rajada clicked his pen rapidly. "Wait, that's it!" Rajada ran to his computer and began typing furiously. "Yes! Almost... done! Just wait until Chris sees the new chapter of his beloved series!" Rajada was about to submit his story when a message appeared in the chat box; it was Chris. "Hey guys, I just finished chapter 4 of my new soap opera: As the Ballzooka Turns." "Son of a-! All right, I only need an entirely new idea. Probably one not fueled by revenge." Rajada grabbed his pad again and started making notes under his Chris hangman doodle.

Yaaamaaahaaa, Vampire Slayer

Invasion from Tech Comb

Chronicles of Nerf Neighborhood Evening

"Ehhhhh," Rajada said, exasperated. "I just can't come up with a good idea." Rajada tossed his pen aside. "Wait, I've got it! A story about how I can't write a story!" Rajada thought about it for a moment, then frowned a little.

"Nah, that's a stupid idea. I'm not that desperate."

== Map Making ==

"If there's one thing I know I'm good at," Rajada assured himself, "it's making maps." In his confidence though, Rajada had forgotten all about his computer's innate ability to drive him to the brink of insanity. Creating a new save file, Rajada glanced at the drawing next to him. He almost always sketched a floor-plan for his levels which would occasionally cause problems. Sometimes passages wouldn't align or floors would be too low or too high. Whatever the problem though, Rajada would always find a way to fix it. He grabbed his mouse and with it, created the first, cube shaped room. A few minutes later, he had a few arched halls with pillars set up. As he manipulated the properties of a light, he became careless and accidentally deselected the light. This spelled certain doom for his unsaved progress. "Oh no!" Rajada attempted to close the properties window, but it was too late. There was a tone, then a message.

''General protection fault! History:wwindow::wndproc <- wwindow::Static Proc <- wwindow::wndproc <- wwindow::Static Proc <- Enforce Tick Rate <- Main Loop''

"Aw gaf!- It's okay, I didn't lose much." said Rajada, trying to calm himself. "just twenty minutes of my life I'll never get back." He closed down the blacked out window and reopened NerfEd.

After loading his level, he began working again. He made two intersecting hallways, but realized there was a small solid section at their junction. "Ahhh!" Rajada said, exasperated. He began making cubes of varying sizes to determine the length of the gap. Finally, after several minutes of the "guess and check" method, he came up with a number. "37? That's not divisible by a power of two." Rajada's observation was in fact, true. He would have some difficulty making the required form in the 2D shape editor, but he eventually finished it and cut it into the wall. "Finally!" Rajada exclaimed, glad to have fixed the problem. "Now I can rebuild." After rebuilding though, Rajada noticed something alarming. It was a BSP hole, right where he had just cut his abnormally shaped passage. "Darn it!" Rajada rebuilt again, tinkering with the optimization values. Still there. Again. Again. Once more. Try 25, no, 5, no, 0, 30? But the hole remained. He rebuilt again and again for several minutes before he gave up and reluctantly deleted his addition he had spent so much time making. He made another addition, and another but still the hole would re-appear every time. Several hours later, Rajada examined the main hall again to discover that it had been accidentally moved back by vertex snapping, making a small, 37 units long gap.

Rajada stared, and his eye started twitching uncontrollably. "I guess that would have saved me some work," he said, his voice quivering with suppressed anger. Rajada took a deep breath and started to work again. A few hours later, he stopped and realized how well his map was coming together. The geometry was quite pleasing and well textured. The flow seemed fun and easy to learn. This one could be a real winner. "Oh, I haven't saved in a while," he thought aloud. Rajada moved the cursor towards the "FILE" toolbar, but slipped, clicking the little "n" logo in the corner of the screen. NerfEd immediately closed. Rajada stared a long time before finally picking up his monitor. He was about to throw it out a 3rd story window but just put it back sideways and decided that the world was out to get him and that this was exactly what they wanted. So Rajada decided to work out his anger by annihilating some bots in a pointblast match.

== Playing NAB Online ==

G-MO grabbed the Hyperstrike off the podium. "Finally!" said Grant, picking off upwards of 16 n00bs per second (NPS). That's when Rajada's trap was sprung. A large chunk of the ceiling began falling right above G-MO. "Ahhhhh!" cried Grant. He tried to type ''Ahhhhh!'' into the chat field and then escape, but it was too late. G-MO was crushed and Rajada picked up the discarded points as the ceiling rose back up. Rajada glanced at the rankings. "Darn," he muttered. G-MO was still ahead by a slight margin and there was only a few minutes left in the game. "I practiced too hard to be beaten by this aim-botting creep. I am not losing to him again!" he exclaimed.

Rajada never had much trouble with bots, even at the highest skill level, but G-MO and other veteran players always seemed to have a way of taking away Rajada's victory at the last moment. Bots were often predictable, players less so. But something about G-MO was different. His aim was impeccable, almost too good to be true. Rajada often found himself knocked out by suspiciously distant Hyperstrike shots before he could react. But, after a frustrating failure at writing a Nerf based fiction story, Rajada wasn't going to let this one slip from his grasp.

A minute and thirty two seconds remained in this particular run of PM-Rajada'sRiggedMap. Rajada maneuvered to the secret Grenade Sprayer he had placed in the map and picked it up. Rajada rounded a corner, hearing his hidden crush-o-matics retract back into the walls. "He must have dodged them," Rajada thought to himself. "How could he manage that?" But, despite his bewilderment, there was only one place G-MO could be in this particular part of the map. Rajada had him now in a dead-end of sorts. Dashing ahead, Rajada deftly lift-jumped over the second story catwalks. There was G-MO running down the slightly sloped ramp over the pool of molten lava, his back to Rajada. With his movement restricted by the railing, G-MO was a sitting duck. "DIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" screamed Rajada, blood vessels bulging as he sprayed grenades in every direction, emptying the gun in seconds. The game lagged for a moment as hundreds of explosions occurred in succession. Rajada laughed uproariously as the kill message appeared on screen, only to find out that it was in fact not G-MO he had blown away, but RTSPlayer A.K.A. Death A.K.A. Grim A.K.A. Reaper...

***

...A.K.A Jenna, A.K.A. Chris. "How'd he even get into this match?" Rajada said to himself, half expecting a reply. The silence spoke volumes.

Snapping out of it, Rajada glanced at the new in-game message. "Oh man, only ONE minute left!?" said Rajada. G-MO was still ahead by a few hundred points. "Nothing a large-radius heat-seeking thermonuclear warhead wouldn't fix." Unfortunately, Rajada didn't have one of those, so he made a note to edit one in for a later version of the map. He then got the next best thing: an Acura Blaster tucked away behind a series of hidden doors. Maybe it wouldn't do the aiming for him, but at least the explosion radius was enough to clear out just about any room in the map. Rajada reveled in his cleverness at removing the custom skin from the weapon. G-MO would have no idea what hit him until it was too late!

G-MO was stationed on a high cliff, looking through his Hyperstrike's scope. He had a great view of the middle section of the map from here. Atop this cliff was a small railing; the area would almost have seemed purely decorative without it, or the obviously intentional passageway leading to it. When G-MO had found the secret door in the rock just a moment earlier, it almost seemed too easy to find, what with the flashing arrows and the siren and the giant neon sign that read "SECRIT SNIPR KAMPING SPOTT". "I know you're out there," said Grant, zooming in on the location he last saw Rajada. But Rajada was elsewhere, in another secret room. A hastily made top-down map of the level was on a wall, with even more hastily made bulbs jutting out of it. Two of the bulbs were lit, one in the sniper nest, and one in the lava room. Staring at the map, the light in the lava room suddenly shut off, and Rajada glanced to the kill feed. Realizing that Chris had stumbled and fallen into the searing magma meant that G-MO could only be in one place.

G-MO zoomed back out and checked around him. No one was around, it was quiet, too quiet. Just then, a message appeared in the upper right-hand corner of Grant's screen. It read: "SURPRISE!". Grant paused for a second, then looked around nervously. There was Rajada, not 2048 pixels away from him on the cliff-side with him, and he was holding a Hyperstrike. In a state of panic, G-MO turned and ran back towards the secret door he came in. He had to re-gain the tactical advantage. Rajada had gotten pretty good with that weapon, and G-MO needed cover. "Oh nuts!" G-MO mashed his keyboard and hit his chat key, freezing him in a forward running state. Rajada laughed as he witnessed G-MO smack against the unresponsive door and jog against it. The trap was set perfectly; one could not exit the cliff from the entrance doors. Only by exploiting dodging physics could one hop over the railing, and Rajada knew that G-MO had no idea how to find the exact area where this was possible. Rajada took aim down the dead-end. Before he could be vaporized, G-MO managed to un-stick himself and spin around, but it was too late. The Whomper shot impacted an inch from his face and the shockwave ate his suitpower in a matter of milliseconds.

Rajada ran after the point lozenge, picking it up with 10 seconds left in the game. 1000 points. "Ha! Snipe that!" Rajada yelled as he took the lead. "I finally beat G-MO!" he shouted as the clock counted down. 9... 8... But Rajada's celebration was cut short by the dreaded ''CONNECTION FAILED'' message. His eye twitching a bit, Rajada rolled his chair back and stood up. He then proceeded to pummel his router with a baseball bat.

== Epilogue ==

As Rajada clicked the power cord into the back of his new router, he couldn't help but feel a little frustrated. Things hadn't been going his way all day. He wondered how long it would be before this particular piece of hardware caught fire or exploded. It would be just his luck. He almost didn't boot the computer. "Story of my life, I swear..." Rajada muttered. "Can't go five minutes without something hilariously cruel happening." He froze, then turned to the shreds of paper that he was writing his story on. The only writing left visible in one piece read "Story about writing a story?". "Oh jeeze, no way would that work, would it?" Rajada began typing.