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MR War Arc: MR Sentai Revival!
« on: January 20, 2021, 07:56:32 PM »
Hello everybody!

I wanted my first post of 2021 to be a piece of writing, so here we go, continuing with some MR Canon side stories - this time about the revival of the Sentai. I promise that this will not be a long series.

Many thanks to Lego and Coryn for all the help in getting my head around all the Sentai related Canon, started by Litt all those years ago, so that I can build on it going forwards. I hope you all enjoy. :biggrin:



MR SENTAI REVIVAL!


CHAPTER 1: DEAL WITH THE BEAST
Deal with the Beast

The night was young but the sky was always dark in this part of the Net. It was the kind of place that, no matter the gait of one’s step, forced you to feel as though you were skulking. It was enough to make a man’s skin crawl. But Major Narcissus was not above such places. After all, he was a man of practicality, and sometimes it was practical to wade through the filth if it meant that you won in the end. Muck or no muck, he marched with perfect military precision, and if someone dared accuse him of skulking then he’d rip out their throat, because he was and it would not do to leave witnesses.
      The location was unassuming; a gaudy neon light show framing the large open doors, belching out the tumbling digital chimes of rolling slots. Specifically, this was the one-hundred and first best casino on the Net. Just competitive enough to draw in semi-noteworthy clientele, but not breaking into any “Top 100” lists. Just comfortable enough whilst still maintaining an air of sleaze. Cooking the odds and programming the dopamine just enough to look legitimate. They even went so far as to stage a pay-dispute class action lawsuit against themselves so as not to be left out among their peers. No doubt, their forward operating base in MangaRaiders City would be equally innocuous, easily escaping any notice by patrols. Major Narcissus was almost impressed. The average 4Kids acolyte, bless them, lacked the imagination required to see through an illusion so overtly on the nose as this.
      It was all a front of course. Whilst more successful casino sites were counting the pennies made from their high-rollers, the Clan were raking in the real credit through the one thing that really sells on the Net: Information. But, as much as Major Narcissus appreciated such a commodity (primarily in the form of the most convincing blackmail leverage or devastating military counter-intelligence), tonight he sought the Net-wide crime syndicate to procure the other thing that they were known for: Their army.
      Major Narcissus strode forth into the hazy warren of the gamblers’ den with purpose. It was designed, as any casino worth its salt, to always lead you to another machine or table if you took a turn away from the one you were at, to always point you inwards away from the exit, to swallow you up and feed you through a digestive tract for your wallet; but if you just walked straight… He stood at ease with his hands clasped behind his back as the concierge pressed the button to the elevator in the lobby at the back.
      An annoyingly pleasant jingle played as he ascended, first past the conference room floors, then past the general office floors, then into the many layers of hotel suites. There was nothing particularly discerning about the 18th floor; it was packed with perfectly serviceable suites just as any of the others were. Major Narcissus looked down to the small leaflet containing the room keycard he had been provided. It had “359” engraved in gold into the matte-black paper. He ambled through the plushly carpeted corridor, admiring the large, polished mirror framed ornately in real gold at the passage’s end, and running his fingers along the coarse quality of the chic wallpaper. The façade was so good because it was real, and the audacity of it he found marvelous. He toppled a perfectly arranged vase off of its stand, half hoping that it would be the thing to cause such a robust house of cards to collapse. It thudded mutely on the carpet without even a crack.
      With a singular, swift stomp it shattered into pieces anyway.
      The door was roughly two-thirds of the way to the end of the corridor, one amongst many. Not positioned at the back of the building, or in a corner, or particularly central either. Major Narcissus presented his keycard to the lock and was rewarded with a little green light and the satisfying sound of the automatic latch releasing. But what greeted him on the other side was not a fresh hotel room. The stainless steel of an elevator door slid open unceremoniously and he stepped inside. He stood, centred, and ignored the lurch of his insides as the elevator began its descent. There was no music this time.
      The journey down took almost twice as long as the journey up, for it brought him as deep once again as he had risen. No doubt that the operation The Clan ran here spanned many layers below the surface; the real offices for their call centres, message designers, data analysts, brokers; the offices of their infamous Phishing Trip Agent; and the barracks for their army of field agents, the Spam Ninjas. If he was lucky he may even lay eyes on one of the “nests”. The strange creatures grew in and hatched fully formed, clothing and all, from large, metallic eggs fed by grotesque blue roots. The breeding facility here was sure to be vast; a sight that was sure to be as stomach turning as it would be inspirational for the military mind. However, disappointingly, as Major Narcissus alighted the elevator, all that was on display for him was a vast and dark warehouse space, in the centre of which a spotlight shone down upon an ornately carved wooden desk flanked either side by two red velvet, armless chairs with legs to match the desk. It was still a good two-hundred paces away.
      The clip of his boots rang like gunshots across the space as he casually, but purposefully, made his way. When he reached within ten paces, a shadow stirred from the dark on the other side of the desk, materialising into a woman as she stepped into the light at precisely the moment that Major Narcissus did, so that they both took their seats synchronously. She was dressed elegantly in a fitted, high-collared, black dress and matching buttoned blazer. The dress split to reveal her well-toned left thigh, which she had subsequently crossed. Her dark hair was expertly and pristinely pinned into a bun. Only a few very well covered lines on her face, and at the corners of her dispassionate eyes, betrayed age on the she-dragon. She was indeed fierce, one of the twelve leaders of the notorious crime syndicate, holding, quite deservedly, the title of Dragon. To anyone outside of the Clan, she was known as Auntie or “Oba-san”. She presided over clan territory in a sector of the Net that encompassed MangaRaiders, and thus was Major Narcissus’ target for parley.
      “The Lost Chorus is grateful for your hospitality Oba-san.” After a slight bow of the head he motioned at the surrounding gloom with his eyes, “love what you’ve done with the place.” He let a well practiced smile veil his face.
      The matriarch of the Clan put on a smile of her own, but she couldn’t hide the edge of genuine pride within it from him. She evidently felt quite confident in this space, proud of her operation. After a few more boring moments, she decided to grace him with a response. “What place?” Major Narcissus could only grin at that. The moment he stepped foot within the building above, her peons had probably begun packing and clearing away every modicum of evidence that there was ever a base hidden here to begin with; ready to cast off such a perfectly constructed cover without shedding a tear. Shame. It would take some small amount of effort to locate their new hive. “Shall we dispense with the pleasantries, Major? I hear that you are a man of action, and business, no?”
      “Of course, esteemed matriarch. No doubt you are aware that the Lost Chorus, in the name of 4Kids, has conquered the once deviant city of MangaRaiders.” A microscopic twitch of her eyebrow let slip her thinly masked envy. “All but a few of the miscreants have been forced into submission, but therein lies the problem. The rebels are like tiny spiders, scuttling around and weaving fragile webs in a commendable, yet futile, fight to hold back our tightening fist.” He waved the notion away, “they will ultimately not be able to divert our... righteous path. However, that does not mean that they should be ignored. Among them, there are a small number that have succeeded in taking something most important. Something that could become quite the problem for all if left unrecovered. I believe you are quite familiar with the group? These so called ‘Sentai Raiders’?” At this the Dragon could not contain her sneer..
      He continued, “What... concerns us is that, with all efforts focused on securing the site and ensuring the productive obedience of the populace, the Lost Chorus just does not have the time nor man-power to spare on pinning these vexatious varmints down. Their movements appear impossible, seen at one moment somewhere in the city only to pop-up moments later in a completely different quadrant. Their frankly ridiculous armour obscures their identities and, although we have been successful in suppressing knowledge of their exploits from spreading thus far, there is much risk in letting the already quelled populace find out about them. They are an elusive problem, and it seems not just for us; it would appear that they leave a trail of ninja bodies in their wake.”
      Major Narcissus let the statement hang in the stale air, hoping that he was pushing enough buttons. He leant forward and rested his elbows on the fine, lacquered desk. Steepling his fingers, he pushed further.
      “Now, I would never suggest that Oba-san would have sent operatives into a zone under Lost Chorus occupation, after all, any old ameteur can grow up a few thugs in black wraps these days.” That placed a subtle sheen of perspiration on her brow. “But what if the city did not have to remain closed to the Clan?” Now, would she put two and two together? Move on the opportunity presented? Her response was slow and careful.
      “Their voice is small but strong, not easy to remove.”
      Major Narcissus stifled a sigh. It seemed that the Clan’s survival was more a product of timidity than of creativity. The casino front had been so promising but now felt infinitely less impressive. “Oba-san, Oba-san, I understand. You did not become so successful through rash decisions. But we find ourselves at a rare moment, where the Raiders can no longer deny us. They are few, we are many. They are weakened, whilst we are stronger than ever. The Lost Chorus has set the snare and tied the noose, all that is required now is a little moxie and some necks for hanging.”  Leaning back in his chair he playfully hummed the tune to “Itsy, bitsy spider”, watching as the cogs turned in the Dragon’s mind.
      “So…” she said finally as the pieces clicked into place, “you wish for us to flush them out?” Moxie indeed...
      “With all due respect, Oba-san, these… leeches siphon power from my dearest, dearest Tan. This is not a time for half-measures. No. What I wish for is a flood!” Major Narcissus did not mind the venom that was creeping into his voice, he had her now. “I want them... to drown. To be battered and broken by the torrent. To gasp painfully for those last precious gulps of air as the raging maelstrom drags them under. To flail uselessly as they sink into the depths of despair. And, at that moment, when they know just how utterly defeated they are, we shall strike in one final, glorious display of might to bring their end.”
      A vile grin cut its way across Oba-san’s face, to match his ugly own. Without breaking her eye-contact with Major Narcissus, and with practiced grace, she raised her hand from her lap, casually holding it aloft. Then, after a brief pause, presumably for some sort of superfluous effect, she snapped her fingers. The bright white spotlight over the table immediately snuffed out, replaced only barely by a diffuse red glow throughout the expansive chamber. An endless sea of shadows surrounded the pair of them at the table, stood perfectly still and waiting.
      The dam would break upon MangaRaiders.
      The Sentai would be crushed beneath the weight.
      MR-tan’s power would be wholly his.
      Through his scarred and pallid skin, Major Narcissus’ blood flashed a vile green.

We open with a piece that was meant to be a two paragraph prologue... but I was having too much fun exploring villany, so it ended up as 3 pages!


CHAPTER 2: CIRCLING THE DRAIN

More to come!
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Re: MR War Arc: Sentai Revival!
« Reply #1 on: February 22, 2021, 04:25:29 AM »
'vexatious varmints' Gaddamn I've learnt a new phrase and if that isn't chilling villanous dialogue then I'm blind and deaf. Especially the last lines. Pretty epic scene, love the build up and you have a great descriptive voice dude.

Also meeting Oba-san reminds me of Netflixes' daredevil when Fisk meets Gao

And for some reason I really liked that touch of him smashing the vase just for the sake of it. Saw it as a scene in a film, even.

Good stuff man, and oh the Sentai have gotta watch out haha

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Re: MR War Arc: Sentai Revival!
« Reply #2 on: February 22, 2021, 06:02:30 AM »
Thank you very much Lego! :biggrin:

I suppose I was going for a similar vibe as Gao... It’s quite a trope, but I don’t mind a little bit of cliche every now and then.

So I must give credit to Coryn as editor for the vase scene. My original take on Narcissus was one of some beast within clawing its way out in fits of anger and rage (which is not his character at all... I think I was getting signals crossed with R-Kain). So he was imagining himself walking down this hotel corridor and ripping it to pieces, and allowed himself one act of nihilistic release, toppling the vase off its stand to see if the front is really just a delicate house of cards that would collapse if one thing falls. After being made aware of the mistake in my interpretation of the character I dialled it all the way back but Coryn suggested that I keep in the vase and have him stamp on it after it survives the fall - “It gets across him being the kind to always get what he wants, and brings back a little of the pettiness he had in the original rendition”. I think the end result turned out so much better than the original, with such a small thing really showing quite a lot of Narcissus’ character as a villain. It just goes to show how beneficial good feedback and engagement with that feedback can be.

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Re: MR War Arc: Sentai Revival!
« Reply #3 on: February 23, 2021, 04:16:08 PM »
a good read. I can't comment on anything to improve but can't wait for more.
especially as I'm trying to get around the canon and figure out what's going on :P
gotta take a look at Coryn's canon guide....
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Re: MR War Arc: Sentai Revival!
« Reply #4 on: February 25, 2021, 06:58:31 PM »
Don't forget the short list I provided Suuper! That will get you on your way sooner than anything!

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Re: MR War Arc: MR Sentai Revival!
« Reply #5 on: March 16, 2021, 09:08:19 PM »
Alright! After a slight month long stall, I bring you the second instalment of this resurgence of the MR Sentai! Thank you once again to the Canon Overlord. Please enjoy my tribute. :biggrin:


CHAPTER 2: CIRCLING THE DRAIN
Circling the Drain

“So this whole time there were two of you!?”
      Legoc led NO1SY north-west across the building-tops of the Manga & Anime Quarter at a casual pace, hopping from roof to roof, wall to wall, avoiding the most precarious structures. He was still enjoying the freeing sensation of his suit, like a second skin, which provided him power and agility enough to make such leaps and bounds with the most minimal effort.
      The same couldn’t be said for the newly helmeted Black Raider, who stumbled across the ruined cityscape after him. For some reason, the strength imbued by NO1SY’s tight-fit combo of padded spandex and visored helm was not as consistent as his own. Unfortunately, a lack of strength did not translate to a lack of questions. Questions with answers that Legoc was still getting his own head around.
      “One… two… two as one… one as two...” he replied.
      “Yeeeeeaaaahhhh… and the Lego I know is an ‘unreliable, lazy, drunken, nihilistic, self-absorbed, obstinate fool’, who would now rather sing sea-shanties than take responsibility after losing his moderator powers?”
      “Precisely.”
      “And you are a green cat-person alien...”
      Legoc sighed into his helmet’s heads up display, “and galaxy-conquering super vigilante.”
      “... but you are truly several millennia old constructs from a long lost civilization on a long lost planet, who both fought your way here across the galaxy to…?”
      “Fulfill our legacy and appreciate nekomimi waifus - something that I introduced him to! The ungrateful b*stard…”
      “Oof…”
      “Yes, ‘Oof’! He’s always like this; failing to give me credit where credit is due. Years I have spent sentinel over the night here in MangaRaiders, making his job easy. And I’ve kept to my solitude so that at least one of us is achieving our mi-” The human was too quiet all of a sudden, “NO1SY?”
      The other Sentai Raider had fallen short on his leap and careened bodily into the building’s wall, where he now clawed on to a bent gutter to avoid falling. With a near audible roll of the eyes, Legoc turned and offered a hand up to the struggling newbie. He grasped NO1SY wrist-to-wrist, and effortlessly hauled him up.
      “Thanks… I think this suit is busted, the range indicator said I should have made that jump easy…” He brushed himself down in puffs of brick dust. The suit didn’t appear damaged at all. It was much akin to his own, a skin-tight suit of elastic material that was almost leathery and matte with its respective colour (obviously his green was way cooler than NO1SY’s jet-black), with padded shoulders, gloves, boots and belt. The differences were minor: NO1SY’s suit had an upturned collar compared to a red scarf, and his helmet sported inlaid circular patterns over the ears instead of rigid cat ears on top. “So that’s the reason I’ve never met you? You kept watch over us and the city, keeping the streets clean at night for the mods in the day. That’s quite selfless… like the hero we never knew we needed, or wanted… or even had!” The pair came to an abrupt halt on a flat rooftop, in the shade of a billboard that 4Kids had already commandeered for military recruitment propaganda. Legoc turned to stare blankly at NO1SY, tilting his helmeted head.
      “What are you talking about? Everyone knew about me.”
      The human stopped in his tracks, “what?”
      “Yeah, the blond one used to come and bug me on night-watch all the time… I’d spar with Coach, drag-race against Litt, even use my femto-machines to drink Sherbert under the table.”
      “But I never saw you even once! I was here for three years!?”
      “Hmmmm I remember the humans saying something about it being funny trying to convince you that MangaRaiders had a cryptid… and then complaining that you were too oblivious to notice…”
      NO1SY stood there visor-palming, “that has Coryn and Vacant written all over it…”
      Legoc just shrugged, “gave them less time to bother me.”
      “Regardless… what I was going to say is that it seems like you and… other Lego made a pretty good team.”
      Legoc’s gaze swept out across the MangaRaiders and an inexplicable anger welled up within him, “well, I don’t need him anymore! Look at the place! All of the sword training in the galaxy, with extra moderator powers to boot, and when it came to defending the city against the invasion by dogmatic nutjobs, the empty-afroed drunkard failed spectacularly! Does he not even realise what he stumbled on with this place? Absolutely useless!”
      “It is quite the mess…” They stood for a solemn moment, surveying the broken skyline of the outer city. They had cut in close to the centre, so that the towers draped in neon lights loomed colossal over them, while they aimed to reach the Artists’ District. MangaRaiders still clung to life, and when it sensed danger the Sentai Raiders felt a pull to face it, even if that meant sprinting across a megacity... Luckily their helmet displays scanned and alerted them to threats from 4Kids security, allowing them to avoid trouble thus far. Legoc stalked to the edge of the roof and peered down to the warrens below, his visor highlighting the zig-zag and criss-cross of potential clear routes in a holographic blue. He looked over his shoulder to see NO1SY batting at the side of his helmet, “Never thought I’d say this but does this music not have an off button…?” Legoc chuckled silently behind his visor, before turning back to finish his appraisals from on high.
      “We’ll take to the streets now. We are too exposed up here this close to the tower, and I’d rather not have to keep saving your clumsy tail from tasting concrete.” He launched himself off the rooftop in a graceful cartwheeling flip, without waiting for NO1SY’s confirmation, and they raced off into the night to the tune of funky guitars, shrill trumpets, and rhythmic bongos.


      I thought we were meant to be sneaking!? NO1SY raced with Legoc through the winding corridors of the inner reaches of the Writers District, chased by a ridiculous, blaring soundtrack. A patchwork of lights and the raising of voices, half venomously angry and half incredibly confused, lit up the night in their wake. The tall, terraced buildings that still remained here had been commandeered as temporary 4Kids offices and residences while they continued to pillage the city, and while he did not particularly feel sorry for waking the interlopers, he sure as heck felt embarrassed.
      As if one, quite literal, headache weren’t enough, it hadn’t taken NO1SY long to realise that his suit was not quite working as well as Legoc’s. Within mere moments he had felt the sheer, potential power held within the strange, elastic material, and with the cat-man in the green such power was on full display. Feline nature aside, Legoc flitted through the streets with a grace, speed and agility unmatched, despite a distinct overuse of superfluous and exaggerated acrobatics that had him bouncing around like a pinball. It was all NO1SY could do to keep up. For him, the same well of power was there, but accessing it felt spotty like an unstable mobile network signal being overworked at peak times. As such, he was having some real trust issues, especially after that stumble up top that had him acquainted face-first with the city’s liberal definition of architecture.
      The one upside so far: the suit was an ungodly level of comfortable; well fitted and supportive in all the right places, whilst completely liberating in others as if it weren't even there. Not that he would EVER admit it out loud. It still looked super ridiculous.
      They had made startling progress through the metropolis though. They were approaching the North Road already and he was barely breaking a sweat - in stark contrast to the last time he had ventured here. It took hours of excruciating, pilates-style sneaking to avoid being riddled with holes by sniper bullets a month ago, and here we are now, simply charging through the streets with all the subtlety of an ice-cream van burning rubber in Redline, without so much as a warning sho-
      A spray of bullets ricocheting off the tarmac prematurely punctuated that thought. They had been perfectly aimed at where NO1SY had been, but somehow the suit had given him, and induced him to act upon, an instinctual warning against the danger. The juke was a minor course change, but he followed through into a sideways flip off a building’s wall that just felt natural to do. A 4Kids patrol had set up a hastily put together blockade up ahead, uncertain of how to prepare for the oncoming commotion barreling towards them. NO1SY’s visor display highlighted four gunmen knelt and aiming down sights, three figures with riot shields and brutal looking batons, and one man trying to bark over the highly disruptive music into a radio.
      With at least two barrels training on him for sure, and not willing to chance relying on the suit to save him a second time, he fought the instinct to slow down and take evasive maneuvers. Legoc was bouncing around all over the place but still moving forward at a blistering pace, so NO1SY picked up his speed to keep up. Supersonic lead dotted a trail behind him, but within seconds it ceased as the firing line retreated behind the sturdy cover of the three hulking riot-shielders. Still the Sentai Raiders did not slow as they came upon the wall.
      It took a conscious effort for NO1SY not to be distracted in awe of Legoc’s movement. In the blink of an eye, the Green Raider dropped and slid the last stride to the shield wall, twisting himself into a kick that swept below two of the shields and took the pair’s feet from beneath them. He finished the motion like a coiled snake wound to strike, and, as the wall began to resemble swinging saloon doors, the cat-man launched himself through the narrow gap. He flew up and through, spiralling like a whirlwind, and whipped around his legs. The first spinning kick connected with the back of the soldier’s helmet with a satisfying crunch, sending him flying forward. The second mid-air kick struck the side of the other patrolman’s head, but Legoc used this to maintain enough momentum to launch himself like an olympic gymnast over the slack-jawed heads of the rest of the unit and carry on his sprint. They were so dumbstruck that NO1SY could simply use the third shieldbearer as a ramp to jump over and follow along.
      The next blockades were at the entry ramps to the underpasses that burrowed beneath the North Road. This time the 4Kids troopers had had enough time and forewarning to entrench properly. In fact, their barriers looked damn near impenetrable. No drunks would be wandering them tonight.
      “Legoc… there’s no way we can punch thro-”
      “Follow my lead, human.” Was all the blunt response NO1SY received before the Green Raider abruptly steered himself off course and launched himself into a physics defying leap over the tall railings flanking where the defining road began its steep ramp up to supersede the tangle of highways that meshed around the inner city.
      “Oh sh*t man, the snipers!” NO1SY warned too late, already mid-leap himself. And, as if on queue, no less than a dozen cracks echoed across the city from all angles, danger-red laser sights making a deadly light show as they swept across the night from the watchtowers. But they failed to track their target. Legoc was a confusion of cartwheels, flips somersaults, pirouettes, twists and rolls across the tarmac. It almost made NO1SY dizzy. No one body part stayed in one place long enough to aim at, and, despite the veritable firecracker of collective attempts, the presumably frustrated gunmen couldn’t even just get lucky.
      Well… maybe they didn’t have to; for NO1SY’s faulty power struck again, having not provided him the calculated amount required for the jump. “Ugh,” still airborne, his trailing foot caught on the top runs of the railing and gut-wrenchingly pivoted him towards the ground. Tucking in his head and shoulder he managed to save his face this time with a semi-controlled tumble, completely exposed. Within three seconds he would have more holes in him than the plots of most shounen manga.
      I hope this still works… “Two-forty BPM.” The goofy theme-song sped up to a near comical parody, before igniting into a blistering power-metal rendition, and with it NO1SY became a flash. In less than a heartbeat he was level with Legoc off the other side of the North Road, and it wasn’t until he was sure that they lost 4Kids’ scopes among the jungle of the inner Artists District that he allowed his butt to un-clench.


      Legoc felt alive. He loved the power coursing through him via the suit, loved the exhilaration of the race across the city, loved the chance to kick in some 4Kids goons’ heads. He took a big, satisfying breath of the night air in, which felt fresh even through the helmet. He stopped. Held a hand out to motion the Black Raider to do the same. There was a scent, faint, hidden, growing.
      “What?” NO1SY panted, hands on knees, obviously in need of fitness training, “Why... have we... stopped? Not that I’m… complaining… useless… suit...”
      “I think we’ve arrived.” The pull felt on their hearts, which had initially drawn them towards the district, had long since faded, either having served its purpose to spur them onto the right course or unable to maintain its signal for the entire journey. The pair now stood on a wide street that once proudly hosted grand galleries for as far as the eye could see; an admittedly impressive display of human creativity. These days it was determinately less glorious. The buildings, ranging from pillared classical, to striking modern, to downright bizarre, were all hollowed out and boarded up, and layered with a veneer of grime from the now uncontrolled weather, wildlife and neglect.
      The other Sentai Raider finally pulled himself together and surveyed the scene.
      “Are you sure? I’m not seeing anything here, not even on this holo-visor-thingy…”
      “It’s coming.” The scent was growing still, closer and closer, larger and larger. A familiar, detestable scent. The air had begun to shift, his suit feeding him the same sense data that his fur would. The corner of a discarded 4Kids propaganda pamphlet began to flutter on the ground as a breeze picked up. In the corner of his vision a shadow moved unnaturally. “Their first strike will be the worst, but it’s the tenacity that is really annoying.” They would be surrounded by now.
      “What? Whose?” NO1SY responded, definitely more nervous than curious.
      The storm was almost simultaneous with Legoc’s answer.
      “Spam Ninjas.”
      It was as if a hurricane had descended upon the street. A culmination of individual actions so coordinated and overwhelming that it resulted in a violent phenomenological effect. High-speed winds within the radius tore at the pair of Raiders from all sides. The surrounding movement was thick enough to block out the neon glow of the city centre that still loomed overhead, shrouding them in a malevolent darkness. Even the blaring theme song was buffeted beneath the sound akin to a hundred raging waterfalls.
      “Aaaaagghh!” He heard the human cry out as he was knocked off balance to a knee.
      Then it stopped.
      NO1SY unsteadily regained his footing at Legoc’s side, “the fu-?”
      The scene was worse than desolation. It was desecration.
   
      “WILL BUY MANGA ARTIST FOR 1 MILLION RUPLES PER PAGE”
      “UNLIMITED FREE S RANK GACHA WAIFUS”
      “HOT BARELY EAGLE FURRIES IN YOUR AREA”
      “SELLING GOLD FOR THE REAL SWORD ART ONLINE”
      “IM A WAKANDAN PRINCE AND I NEED YOUR HELP”
      “10 TIPS FOR BIGGER OPPAI”
      “YOU’LL NEVER GUESS HOW THIS OTAKU FOUND TRUE LOVE”
      “V-TUBERS WANT TO STEP ON YOU”
      “EMAIL YOUR STORY TO US FOR THE WRITING JOB OF A LIFETIME”
      “SALE! USED ULTRA RARE COLLECTABLE BODY PILLOWS”

   
      Every square inch of wall space, lamppost, pavement, bench, window-boarding, street sign, and even a stray rat scurrying for cover, was strewn with deplorable and poorly punctuated all-caps messages, graffiti tags, sexually suggestive posters, holographic troll emotes, dodgy contact details, crudely drawn genitalia on stick figures and every other nefarious thing under the sun. The street had been transformed from recoverable despondence to hideous ruination in mere minutes. If left to continue throughout the city, the image of MangaRaiders would forever be so tarnished that, even if by some miracle they succeeded in reclaiming the site and scrubbed away the stain, no one would ever seek out the place again. However, it only took one particular piece, repeatedly plastered up the entire side of a gallery once dedicated to the exploration of nekomimi artwork, to set Legoc’s eyebrow to twitching:

      “GLASSES > CAT EARS    GLASSES > CAT EARS    GLASSES > CAT EARS    GLASSES > CAT EARS    GLASSES > CAT EARS    GLASSES > CAT EARS    GLASSES > CAT EARS    GLASSES > CAT EARS    GLASSES > CAT EARS    GLASSES > CAT EARS    GLASSES > CAT EARS    GLASSES > CAT EARS”
   
      “Someone’s gonna die tonight.”
      The only things as innumerable as the sickening collage of spam were its arbiters. Thousands of beady, empty eyes stared uncaring from the slim gap in their black, masked cowls. You could tell that they came from eggs… The diminutive figures wrapped in dark ninja slacks and tabi in black straw sandals were as a sea, filling the street and all of the surrounding alleys, and packed on rooftops and even ready to spill from open windows.
      “Oh sh*t, oh sh*t, oh sh*t, oh…” droned the human at his side. At least he looked to be lowering into a readied stance, holding his right hand ready by his helmeted ear. After the display earlier, it would be interesting to see how this fellow fought.
      Perhaps such observation was wishful thinking however; the first tidal wave of Spam Ninjas leaped at them, blotting out the moon.



How will our helmeted heroes survive this onslaught? Find out next time on MR Sentai Revival!

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« Reply #6 on: March 17, 2021, 06:24:17 PM »
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« Reply #7 on: March 18, 2021, 09:10:48 AM »
nice cliffhanger. a lot of good moments and character interactions.

laughed at the spam messages and the glasses>nekomimi struck a nerve with me too :P

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« Reply #8 on: March 18, 2021, 06:48:26 PM »
@Coryn - Who ever said you are the Canon Overlord!? Presumptuous! :tongue:  It is definitely a beast being fed and stretched from many directions, you are doing a good job to at least keep it somewhat consistent.

@Suuper - Thank you so much for taking the time to read and comment, I honestly really appreciate the engagement! I hope there will be more moments for you to look forward to in the not too distant future. And yeah, I was particularly proud of those spam messages! :P