Trunks/Vegeta/Liger/Zechs

Frieza

Ace

Sub

SolarSonic

Galactic Magi

Nemo

Magnus X Zero/GamefreakForeverX

 

[Closing Time]

 

 

2/12/2011 10:53:20 PM

(Hangs "Happy 10th Anniversary" banner)

We came here for a game celebrating Sonic's 10th anniversary, and in a few months we'll be celebrating our own. Crazy.

 

(I'm Not NEG) Those who don't mind keeping our sister social board alive as well, frequent it as well sometimes:

http://www.gamefaqs.com/boards/2000067-sonic-adventure-2-battle-social

Alot of memories there, too. Kyle, Dots, JasonHowell, Bri, Fox....

 

Has it really been ten years? Man...

 

(Tabcef) how the heck do i get rid of this thing

 

IT'S MARVEL BABY

HA HA HA HA HA HA

a ha ha ha ha

A HA HA HA


BIONIC AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARM

 

10 years....wow. That's it. Just wow.

 

(Tabcef) i will fight and destroy all of you in marvel 3 my net connection LIVES

 

So, remember 2 years ago when Street Fighter 4 came out around my birthday and I went to an arcade and proceeded to beat everyone? Same trip this year, though with less positive results. I did kinda ok; I'm hoping the fact that I couldn't get used to the weird arcade controller was most of the problem. None of us entirely figured out how to switch characters at will. Though this one Korean kid I work with, who claims he doesn't even play fighting games that much, owned everyone the whole night. He could endlessly chain attacks with several characters by the end, while I was still button mashing half of the time. I definitely need practice.

Anyway, for the next 12 months my gamer tag is Frieza2000. I hope to see you all out there in pixel land somewhere.

 

(Tabcef) SECRET
MOVE

SWORD
OF
THE
BLACK
KNIGHT
!
!
!


aim of hawkeye i see you aim of hawkeye i see you

 

stop mashing frieza
also stop pressing random buttons at random times

don't just start pressing h attack at fullscreen unless you want to eat a super punish, whiffing in this game even once can lead to two characters going from 100% to dead


learn to do the basic magic series instead of just mashing random crap and pretending it's a legit combo

every time i landed a hit on you i did between 50-80% health, every time you landed it hit it was more like 10%

stop doing random supers, it's a huge waste of bar that you could be using on combos


but first and foremost, stop mashing and doing random crap. team ASS (arthur sent storm) pretty much perfected you because your gameplan is based on getting random supers and team supers (don't do these they're basically completely useless and a waste of meter) alongside mashing out random normals and specials instead of actively thinking about what to do in that situation (superjump, cover superjump then get in and begin mixup game. punish sentinel/storm with shinkuu hadouken or raging demon or whatever instant beam/projectile invincible move you got)



it's a fighting game, but it's not street fighter. the game is less about footsies and more about space control, which is why keepaway teams are so strong against bad/new (same thing) players. with footsies you have to risk something to hurt them, in mvc3 with zoning teams you dont have to risk jack squat, and competent rushdown teams will keep you locked down so they risk super minimal amounts of damage too.

 

i just realized i shouldve done the akuma infinite on sentinel when you picked him

 

Yeah, in case it wasn't obvious Ryu (and by extension Akuma) is the only character whose commands I know by heart; with everyone else there was some degree of inputting random commands just to see what they did.

Like I said before, I've never learned combos! I do get a little panicky sometimes, but at least with Ryu I was thinking about what to do: how to approach, when to use a special, a super, and when to brawl. It's just the brawl part that I've never fathomed because I've never taken the time to sit down and learn the mechanics of it. I usually get by with random L, M, and occasional H, but obviously that's not going to cut it. I'll see about training my hands to do the magic series.

I thought my use of supers was fine though (I was relying on them so much, especially the last half, because it became obvious that brawling wasn't doing enough damage and when I get tired I start to go on autopilot). What do you mean about using bar on combos? The only thing besides supers that use bar that I know of are crossover counter and snap back. Or do you mean comboing into a super? It would still do the same amount of damage, right? As long as you don't block it I got my bar's worth out of it.

About five minutes after the game, I felt really stupid for not using superjump on Arthur. Usually I superjump constantly, but I toned it down because I thought you'd punish me for it but I don't think you ever really did.

BTW, did my mic ever work? One of them is broken and I don't even know if talking is automatically enabled there. In case you didn't hear, thanks for the lesson Tab! I'll try to suck less next time.

 

(Tabcef) i cant hear mic speak through my tv so i dunno

also yeah i mean combo into supers, it's more reliable damage and isn't a waste of meter/asking to be punished.
for ryu the instant you run out of super meter is the instant your opponent can start getting free hits on you because he basically has no really good offensive or defensive options other than his shinkuu hadouken (which is a very good one).

chip damage vs. real damage is a big difference (though ryu's shinkuu hadouken does a lot of chip too)

combos are crazy important in this game because if you get an opportunity to do damage and don't capitalize on it you will end up dying to someone who can and will kill your character (or assist) the instant they touch you (see: any non-idiotic sentinel, wolverine with the right assists, x-factored anybody)

and jumping/superjumping is actually really strong in this game, anti-air is pretty weak so unlike sf where jumping means you're asking to get jacked up. it's slow though, so if you can wavedash (just dash, which is forward x2 or 2 attack buttons then crouch to cancel dash then do it again) do that instead if you wanna get in

basic ryu combo for example would be lmhs jump mmh cancel into air tatsu then cancel last hit of air tatsu into shinku hadouken (magic series into air magic tatsu shinku hadouken)

like honestly if i really wanted to win against you using my standard team instead of going in and practicing taskmaster's bnb i'd just shoot arrows nonstop and use doom rocks/hidden missile assist at you or switch to doom and do plasma beam 30 times in a row with taskmaster's vert arrow assist keeping me safe against jump-ins but making you ragequit the game isn't exactly my goal


read/watch the stuff on this site, it's actually a great starter's tool and very good for learning the absolute basics and general gameplay styles of characters

http://wiki.shoryuken.com/Marvel_vs_Capcom_3

 

if you ever get frustrated at mvc3 this is for you

http://shoryuken.com/content/only-problem-mvc3-you-3694/


(its also for neg but thats because he is bad at fighting games)

 

JILL,

WHAT ARE YOU DOING

JILL,

ANSWER ME

STOP IT JILL IT'S ME CHRIS

DON'T YOU RECOGNIZE ME

JILL,

DON'T YOU RECOGNIZE ME

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L_PzTNIzyeo

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RnXB1BtQFG0

 

(Im Not NEG) Well done for making yourself look even more of an ass.

That is all.

 

(Tabcef) *loses over 150 rounds to random select and two buttons*

"you have no right to call me bad there were some close matches and you know it"

 

Stupid Sentinel.

 

(Tabcef) you're in for a world of hurt!

im gonna win this tournament~

 

(Im Not NEG) Seems faqs has friends lists now.

Exciting.

 

(Tabcef) i didnt win

oh well~

 

Okay. I'm hiding behind my little boulder monster. Everything is going according to plan. The two annoying flying squirrels with a penchant for striking you like a living live wire juggling act are burnt. Everything is fine... then the gym leader fries my rock with electricity(?). He faints, fried and smoky and I'm left wondering just what the **** just happened here.

Fire Punch for the win and I get my badge. But I feel hollow inside somewhere. Things have changed in ways that don't make any sense.

I don't believe it but a ten+ year old game franchise has surprised me. Bravo Nintendo. Here's hoping the rest of the game has some more twists.

---

Oh. And watch this

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OTm0xMo3U7E

Whoever it is did a good job and the song is pretty great.

 

I finally finished reading through the wiki. There's so much to know that it was a bit overwhelming, but not in the head exploding way like I expected; I was actually hungry to learn more and eager to try to apply it.

Aaaaaand now it's Lent, so I'm off of games until pretty much May (if you see me on it's my roommate grinding for titles; he didn't want the game on his account because we already did 240 combo challenges for Mortal Kombat vs DC to get his missing achievements and we're not doing it again). But when I get back! Then I'll try to find some time for this.

 

(Tabcef) yup, its super fun to learn new stuff in fighting games, esp. marvel where new knowledge can be obviously and easily applied for a very large effect

 

I'm now regretting not getting a SXSW pass...

 

FINAL JUSTICE!

http://www.aintitcool.com/node/48983

 

(Im Not NEG) I have recently learned that in dutch, cows don't Moo. They Moe.
Mooooooooeeee

Yes.

 

(Tabcef) lol sentinel was only 'ok' before now he's total trash


funny seeing people try to keep him viable and then die in one instant overhead though

 

Team SPA!

Vegeta = Akuma
Trunks = Zero
Frieza = Dr. Doom
Ace = Dante
Solar = Dormammu
Sub = Ryu (or maybe Haggar)
GM = Ironman or Spencer (he never really had a character; all we know is he looks like Bass from Megaman)
Nemo = Deadpool
Magnus = Chris
Tabcef = Trish...or Taskmaster I guess

I never did get around to learning another character, but I'm leaning toward Dr. Doom as my range guy and Dante/Taskmaster for a more flexible role. I should also learn a rushdown who's better equipped for it than Ryu, but one step at a time.

 

(Im Not NEG) http://youtu.be/Plqgt38TuPY?hd=1

I guess this means we can start partyin' to 20 years.

 

http://tinyurl.com/6ek356c ...and this.

Enough whining over the years finally paid off. Horray

 

(Tabcef) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IW_ZnjSfjEI

 

RYUUUUUUUUUU

http://www.gametrailers.com/video/captivate-11-street-fighter/712739

 

I want to believe...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VonhgARLb5U

 

It's been a little quiet lately.

 

(Fires rocket at the wall behind Magnus, throwing him across the bar)

Frieza: There. Quiet time over.

 

Been playing Brutal Legend...

Damn. What was keeping me from playing this game? It has every stylistic motif and gameplay option I enjoy. It has Jack Black for crying out loud. What was holding me back?

 

(Fires endless volley of rockets through the windows at decrepit cars parked outside)

 

(Im Not NEG) http://www.dreamcast-scene.com/news/psn-is-down-dreamcast-servers-still-up/

ha ha ha

 

(Tabcef) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ygECmAslHCI&feature=youtube_gdata

watch it

 

Graduation still hasn't hit me.

 

So you're a licensed dentist now?

 

No, just finished undergrad; actually, I've been off the dental track for a while now. Taking time off to see if I want to go to law school, currently interviewing for a job.

 

Tried the legal research thing as a career path myself. Found out I didn't want to do all that reading and cross referencing just to cut work out of someone else's life just to make them look good. I found out that there are much less stressful and less work filled options than being a paralegal.

Being a lawyer could be better or even a legal secretary or something. But that's up to each person's taste.

 

2nd interview next Friday, please sweet baby Jesus let me have this job.

 

(Tabcef) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6fMJENKblt4&hd=1#t=7m10s

 

Frieza2000 posted...
Team SPA!

Vegeta = Akuma
Trunks = Zero
Frieza = Dr. Doom
Ace = Dante
Solar = Dormammu
Sub = Ryu (or maybe Haggar)
GM = Ironman or Spencer (he never really had a character; all we know is he looks like Bass from Megaman)
Nemo = Deadpool
Magnus = Chris
Tabcef = Trish...or Taskmaster I guess

I never did get around to learning another character, but I'm leaning toward Dr. Doom as my range guy and Dante/Taskmaster for a more flexible role. I should also learn a rushdown who's better equipped for it than Ryu, but one step at a time.

I'm okay with Haggar. Love laying some pipe. My team is normally X-23, Wolverine(or Thor), and Wesker. I'd love to play you guys online but I don't even own it...or a 360. Just occasionally play at parties.

 

(Tabcef) spiderman is my homie

 

(Im Not NEG) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LyF_mi3ndI0

Apparently the guy handling the classic side of the music is of NiGHTS fame, hence why everything seems pretty great so far.

You can spot a sonic 3 vs track at the minute mark.

 

It's quiet in here...

 

(Tabcef) if you catch an assist and point character with ryu's beam super, x factor and do it again

it's worth it nearly 100% of the time

also stop mashing L it's unsafe when you whiff it. gotta block sometimes instead of just attacking 100%


also

have you seen that big float of me at the daily bugle parade? it... kinda creeps me out.

 

Thanks, I'd actually just learned that you can catch people in the air by repeating the shinku hadoken but hadn't thought of x-factoring it.

Also, you weren't the only person I fought that night who could combo me to death as soon as they touched me, but you were definitely the best. You're pretty much beyond the point where I'll ever beat you outside of getting lucky on a random-all. It's still fun to try, though!

Ace, I still haven't run into you. Is there a day you're more likely to be on? We may have to schedule this. Also, you have a virus that sent something to all the people in your address book (or your account was hacked, or whatever).

 

Oh man. I guess my account was hacked or something. I'm not sure if I have a virus since nothing on my machine but my browser has ever been hooked up to an e-mail server. I'll run a double-blind scan to be sure.

If you want to catch me on XBL I'm usually on on my days off on Monday or Thursday during the evening.

 

(Im Not NEG) http://www.flickr.com/photos/segaamerica/5957548461/in/set-72157626400442837/

Just <3

 

So guys, what's going on?

 

8/8/2011 4:33:54 PM

Two days ago was the official 10th anniversary of the formation of the SPA (according to an old post by Ace, anyway). I was hoping to have a 7th season of comics ready for the occasion, but oh well. That's pretty much what I've been up to, or at least all that would interest you guys.

 

(Im Not NEG) http://www.thedivinecomedy.com/?p=628

http://tinyurl.com/3szpapw

Pissed.

 

Anybody getting Third Strike Online?

 

(Im Not NEG) Eventually.

 

(Tabcef) sometimes you hear the bullet

 

Too many zombies these days.

 

Too many zombies, not enough Ash's out there to kill them all stylishly.

 

Hey Ace, what would your super form look like? I don't have time to make a sprite of a neo-Shardshatter or any fusion forms, but if your super is a pretty standard one I'd like to use it.

 

(Im Not NEG) You know, I think we forgot to mention the Dreamcast's birthday this year.

 

All work and no play makes Magnus a dull boy.

 

Frieza: Well, I'm off on a mystical journey. I'll be back in about a month. Try not to burn the bar down while I'm gone...

(Notices random table on fire)

Frieza: ...any further.

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zL8G5pBZ5CI&ob=av3n

 

(Im Not NEG) I've been seeing Lord Z's avatar on AIM change pretty regularly the last few months (WangCookGoodFood) but I never seem to catch him online. He posted late into the previous bar if I'm remembering things correctly, so posting this here incase he sees.

Good to know you're alive and well, in any case. It's been years.

 

I don't have anything pertinent or important to say. I just want to post.

 

(Comes in glowing)

Frieza: Friends, I have seen the light! We must-

(Notices that the previously flaming table spread to the rest of the bar and burned it down)

Frieza: ...dammit, this is why I can't go on mystical journeys.

 

(Unburns down bar, begins farm raising space turkeys for sale to the wealthy and eccentric)

 

Frieza: We have learned a valuable lesson today.
Space turkeys do not breath oxygen.

 

I dunno about space turkeys, but the turkey going on your plate this Thanksgiving was likely the product of artificial insemination.

http://www.marketplace.org/topics/life/freakonomics-radio/your-thanksgiving-turkey-probably-product-artificial-insemination

 

I chose not so share this information with my family at Thanksgiving. It was probably for the best.

 

I've been thinking of doing a series of skits where everyone dies in various ways. Maybe next bump.

(...hey, Tabcef hasn't posted in 4 months. That's...new.)

 

(Lights light)

 

Turn that light off! We're trying to become molemen

 

Frieza: Not in my bar you're not!

(Blows up roof to let the sunshine in and floods basement with napalm)

 

No zombies... No molemen... no mercy!!

 

1/4/2012

Happy belated New Year everyone! In honor of this apocalyptic period, I'll be doing a miniseries of skits I call How Everyone Died.
---
Ep1: The Lighter

(Frieza stands over the bar mixing a pot of Ace Drink)

Frieza: Haven't had this in a while.

(Looks cautiously around the bar before reaching into pseudo space and pulling out an amethyst lighter with a sun emblem inlaid in gold, lighting the brew, and sipping it)

Magnus: New lighter?

Frieza: Oh, this? No, this is my combat lighter. Instead of lighter fluid it opens an extremely tiny portal to the center of a blue hypergiant star. The size of the portal can vary to produce a flame anywhere from that of a cigar lighter to a blast I can use to incinerate planets when I'm feeling lazy. Here, watch.

(With a quick flick of the wrist Frieza's lighter emits a plume of superheated hydrogen plasma that evaporates the wall and carves a mile-long trench across the city)

Magnus: Cool. So how come you've never used it here before?

Frieza: Well, it's kind of dangerous if you don't handle it right and with Nemo always stealing my lighters I didn't want to risk it. But now that he's been absent for so long I figured why not light my drinks with a little style and he's standing right behind me isn't he?

Nemo: Yoink!

(Nemo grabs the lighter and begins running around the bar flailing his arms wildly and shooting off starfire in all directions as Frieza chases him. Sub emerges from the rafters and drop kicks him through the floor, sending him and the lighter into the pool of napalm below)

Frieza: ...oh dear-

(Portal destabilizes and the bar becomes the center of a hypergiant star. The End)

 

It can't be the end!

 

Ep2: Magnus goes Postal

Ghostly wisps stirred the air of the Saiya-jin's Club Bar and Grill, the only harbingers of life in the otherwise stagnant refuge of dust. The mid-morning sun softly draped from the holes in the walls and ceiling, an uneasy peace coloring the scene. Piles of crushed aluminum and broken glass paid testament to the revelry of the previous night, obscuring the distant corners of the dimensionally expanded building and likely concealing many bodies in various stages of decay. The patrons were at rest, passed out in a state of exhaustion and chemically induced stupor alike.

All but one.

Alone at the bar sat a man darkly clad, the establishment's sole customer. A heavily worn overcoat draped over the stool he sat on, concealing an elegant 3 piece suit frayed at the edges and smelling of gunpowder. A dusty fedora sat beside him, his only companion. Messy black hair hung just over his bloodshot eyes. He had not moved from his seat in 3 weeks, nor blinked his eyes in as many days. His unbreakable gaze lay fixed stolidly on the empty spot on the counter top in front of him, toxic fumes and radioactive mists wafting all about him further warping his mind.

At last, as if in response to an unknown signal, he broke the stillness, eyes still lost in the void in front of him.

"I've put up with poor service here for many years," he uttered somberly at no one in particular. "I've had to deal with inedible food, toxic drinks, and the constant stench of stale blood and urine. I've waited patiently for my orders while the servers ignored me and been forced to pay exuberant prices under threat of my life. I've had to dodge bullets and energy beams, fight off disgusting monsters, and run for my life as the building got blown up on an almost routine basis. But I've been waiting," the bounty hunter clenched his gloved fist, "for exactly 3 months now for someone to hand me a single can of beer."

With an insane grimace twisting his grizzled face he rises suddenly, kicking his stool across the floor behind him and pulling out two black hand guns. "WHERE'S MY BEER!?!?!?"

Without a second's delay the vigilante unloaded two full clips into the ivory alien propped up against the shelf behind the bar. The green residue of a horrific concoction sprayed from his lips as the bullets ricocheted off the underside of his crystal plated head, shredding his brain and splattering blood across the bar mirror. Reloading, Magnus turned without a further glance at what he'd done and kicked down a door immediately to his left, revealing a drunken saiya-jin passed out over a pile of cardboard boxes that had the pretension to suppose itself a desk.

"WHERE'S MY BEER!?!?!?"

Another volley erupted from the twin Berettas and Prince Vegeta was no more, puddles of drool becoming puddles of blood. The mad gunman turned and dashed to the other side of the bar where an armadillo and a lavender haired youth lay in a boxing arena, plastered to the mat by blood and vomit. He bound over the ropes and hefted the yellow-vested mercenary up to his face.

"WHERE'S MY BEER!?!?!? GIVE ME MY BEER!!!"

"Guh?" Sub stirred in his grip. "We goza pajamamama."

Magnus's inhuman scream gave no indication whether he understood the armadillo's response or not. He merely lifted the drunken sack over his head and slammed it into one of the ring's jagged poles, impaling it. Shouting again for his beer, he proceeded to kick Trunks into the air and add half a pound of lead to his body weight.

 

Before his victim hit the ground, the sharp impact of a sneaker sent him flying into the far wall. He landed on all fours, rising to see a pint-sized saiya-jin looking crossly across at him.

"You're gonna pay for what you've done to my family!!!"

With an earth shaking battle cry, Chibi Trunks goes super saiya-jin and prepares to rocket into Magnus when a blur of red appeared behind him and backhands the midget across the room.

"Son, you're about to enter a world of pain."

"GIVE ME MY BEER," Magnus screamed at him obliviously. "WHERE'S MY BEER!?!?!?"

"I got your beer right here," the deadly echidna retorted, pulling out his spread needler and unleashing a wave of explosive needles. The brown-eyed gunslinger nimbly leapt up to the rafters and bound behind an overturned table as the homing shots stuck into the wood above and detonated. Ace jumped back to avoid the falling rubble, giving Magnus the split second he needed to step out and return fire. Ace took cover behind a table of his own, picking it up and charging the rogue customer while firing another burst of homing needles into the air.

Magnus, in what was either a daring gambit or an act of mindless fury, ran headlong at the oncoming furniture shield and, in a single movement, unsheathed an obsidian blade and cleaved it in two. Unfortunately for him Ace had either predicted this or seen it coming through his extra sensory powers and deflected the near-fatal strike with his bladed fighting gloves. The table fell in two as both combatants jumped back, the needles raining down between them and blowing a cloud of splinters across the room.

"Heh. So that's how you want it, eh," Ace smirked as he cleared some dust from his dreads. "Fine by me, MAN!"

With a sinister green flash, the Redstreak sword appeared in the spellsinger's hand. He burst forward, deflecting bullets with one hand and brandishing his weapon with the other. It rent the dark figure in two, but it was only an overcoat. Dodging behind his opponent the maniacal maverick sought to sever his left arm, but he parried the katana with the pommel of his sword. The pair swept across the bar like a tornado, sparks flashing as their blades crossed again and again at inhuman speeds. Each moved with blinding ferocity and precision, the House of Edmund style meeting a modified form of Katori Shinto Ryu in a display both terrible and beautiful.

"Pretty impressive moves," Ace complemented as he jumped from stool to stool, Magnus firing a couple of bullets to shake his balance. "But I'm afraid you're outta your league, Mag."

 

The fur-clad misanthrope grinned fiendishly as his emerald collar ring flared with light. Just as Magnus was able to register that Ace's body had now become a blur, he was already behind him and delivering a punishing roundhouse to his side. The former patron crashed into the shelf of booze behind the counter, hardly noticing the pain of his dislocated hip before the Redstreak plunged into his chest and hung him on the wall. Liquor of all kinds streamed from broken bottles, dowsing him at last in the alcohol he'd been seeking. Ace stepped onto the bar and looked down into the eyes of the man who had just murdered all of his friends, a man they'd called one of their own. His unshaven visage remained wild-eyed and unengaged, marred by blood and battle dust.

"You got anything to say for yourself," he offered, making it clear in his voice that the bounty hunter's next words would most likely be his last.

Magnus, arms struggling to find strength in spite of his severed arteries, raised two fingers just enough to get Ace's attention. Between them was a single explosive needle that he'd somehow managed to pull out of mid air and held on to.

"Where's...my...beer..."

"Aw, hell-"

Before Ace could stop him, Magnus dropped his arm and stabbed the needle into the shelf behind him. The resulting explosion ignited all of the booze and filled the bar with a blast of fire, a remarkably small reaction compared to what usually happens when the SPA's stash goes up. Ace gets weakly up from the other side of the room, struggling to keep his balance. After the smoke clears, he notices why: fate had blasted him into Magnus's fallen katana, which was now sticking through is brain. He stumbled around for a moment, unable to think of a remedy, unable to think at all.

"There can be...only...on...uhhh..."

The last of the drunken warriors fell to the ground, never to rise again.

* * *

(Nemo walks in)

Nemo: (sigh) Guys, you were supposed to wait for me to have the big brawl.

(Taking on a more serious attitude Nemo walks through the bar, gazing at the horribly murdered bodies of the SPA)

Nemo: Man, what happened here? Whoever did this must've been incredibly powerful. It takes quite a bit to LIGHTER!!!

(Nemo steals the lighter from Frieza's corpse and throws it gleefully into the pool of napalm in the basement. The bar becomes the center of a hypergiant star. The End)

 

Stayin' alive

 

Part 1 of Season 7 is up on the site (only 1-10; the other links are placeholders). Enjoy!

 

Oh, forgot to mention, these are animated .apng files. Only Firefox supports them natively; others just display them as still images. You can get a plugin to support them with IE9, Chrome, or Safari here: https://github.com/davidmz/apng-canvas

 

Ep3: GET PAID

(Frieza serves Magnus pizza and beer)

Magnus: Huh? I didn't order anything.

Frieza: I know, I just suddenly had this odd feeling that we've been ignoring you recently and wanted to make it up to you. On the house.

Magnus: Wow, thanks!

(Swigs beer)

Magnus: So how's business? Got any leads?

Frieza: Well there was someone who wanted us to pressure a small militia in Africa into peaceful negotiations, but we-

(Nemo bursts into the bar hefting an ordinary lighter over his head)

Nemo: LIGHTER!!!

(Nemo runs to the basement door and eagerly throw the lighter into the sea of napalm. Nothing happens)

Nemo: Aw, we were supposed to die...

Frieza: ...so anyway, we were thinking of taking the job but-

(Peppermint Butler bursts in)

PB: Help! Please! You must save us!

Sub: Save what now?

PB: Our kingdom! It's under attack by an enormous beast from another dimension!

Ace: What's the pay?

PB: Pay? Oh, yes, well, what do you accept here?

(Vegeta walks in and sticks a video in a decrepit TV. Commercial begins playing:

Vegeta: Greetings potential customer. We are the SPA, mercenaries extraordinaire. We accept beer, cigars, and cold hard cash.

Trunks (offscreen): 'Cause we need beer money.

Vegeta: You can rest assured that any job entrusted to us, no matter how big or small, will be seen through to the very end, preferably the most violent one possible. And if you're not completely satisfied, we'll refund you your- refund? I'm not giving any refunds! Which one of you drunks wrote thi-

Commercial ends. Vegeta removes the tape and goes back into his office)

PB: Beer you say? Uh...oh, yes, why we have a whole river of beer flowing through our kingdom!

Sub: A river of beer?!

PB: Yes, ours is an enchanted land. But we must hurry! The beast will have destroyed everything if we delay much longer!

Frieza: Hold that thought.

(Frieza, Ace, Sub, and Nemo huddle and murmur)

Frieza: Ok, we'll take the job provided that you allow us to divert a branch of this river of beer through a dimensional portal so it runs through our bar.

PB: Agreed! Now quickly, come with me!

Magnus: Hey guys, mind if I join in on this one? It's been a while since I've taken a job myself.

Frieza: Sure, why not? The pay is unlimited so it's not like we have anything to lose.

(PB teleports the gang to the Candy Kingdom. An ultralisk is tearing apart buildings and devouring candy people)

Frieza: ...Ace?

Ace: Swear it wasn't me this time.

Frieza: (to PB) I take it that's the monster.

PB: Yes, please save us!

Frieza: Just making sure.

(Eviscerates ultralisk with giant energy blast)

Frieza: So where's this river of beer?

PB: ...wow, that...uh, yes, right this way.

 

(PB leads them just beyond the tree line to a flowing river of dark brown)

PB: Here you are. Thank you for your gracious assistance!

(PB quietly sneaks away as the gang steps to the riverside. As they taste the water, their expressions grow dark)

(The SPA materializes surrounding PB)

Ace: That ain't beer.

PB (nervous): Why, whatever do you mean?

Ace: That's root beer. Root beer ain't beer.

PB: I'm *gulp* not sure what you're talking about. That's the only kind of beer we have in this land.

(Starchy the gravedigger conveniently stumbles by drinking what is clearly not root beer)

PB: ...well, what a silly mix up! But still, we thank you brave heroes for saving our land!

(Ace smiles menacingly and puts his arm around PB)

Ace: Lemme break it down for you. See, we ain't heroes. Those guys over there?

(Points to mauled and flaming corpses of Finn and Jake)

Ace: Those guys are heroes. They run around doing good and saving the day in the name of justice and love because they get off on it. We ain't heroes. We're mercs.

(Ace grabs PB and lifts him up to his face)

Ace: AND MERCS. GET. PAID!

PB: AAAAAAHHHHH!!!

(Ace takes a huge bite out of PB's head)

Frieza: Come! We shall devour this kingdom in payment of its debt!

(The SPA begins blasting and eating everything in sight)

Princess Bubblegum: This has gone far enough. I have no choice. We must summon Ooo's greatest champion...

Princess Bubblegum: CAPTAIN PLANET!

ALL: GO PLANET!!!

(Captain Planet explodes from the ground and takes to the sky)

Captain Planet: (stretching and yawning) Oh man, I feel like I've been asleep for an epoch! How long have I been out? Let's see...

(Captain Planet closes his eyes and connects to the soul of the planet. Tears drip from his eyes as images of war, famine, pestilence, nuclear armageddon, and hideous mutations fill his mind. Finally, he looks down at himself, the incarnation of a now twisted and deformed world)

Captain Planet: No...what...what's happened? Everyone...gone...and I...look at me! What have I become?! I...this world...it's an abomination! An affront to the nature order I was created to protect! I must...I must set this right. There's only one thing to do...

(Captain Planet's face becomes grave and his eyes and insignia turn black as ink. He throws his head back and screams with the din of an angry volcano. The sky quickly turns red, unceasing bolts of unnatural lightning showering the land. The ground quakes and fissures violently, throwing chunks of earth into the air. In a matter of seconds, the planet's core overloads itself and Ooo is blasted to space dust...)

Frieza: (drifting through space with the others in a force field bubble) Hmph. Amateur.

Sub: Meh, it wasn't a total loss. We had some candy.

Nemo: And made a reference to an awesome show!

Magnus: Can we head back now? My pizza's getting cold.

(Then the gang is eaten by the Cosmic Owl, for such is nature's way)

(Saving throw: failed)

(Nemo casts Magic Missile: 1, critical failure)

(Malformed spell energy reacts with Cosmic Owl's inter-dimensional organs, sending its being into flux and imploding several universes into it. None survive. The End)

 

Blood and Gore
Drug Reference
Intense Violence
Sexual Themes
Strong Language

Yep. This bar is rated M.

 

(Tabcef) asura's wrath aka a guy gets really mad and punches everything

 

So I just got a 9 month old Corgi, and never has the phrase "I love her and hate her at the same time" applied so well.

 

Hexic doesn't look so bad.

 

Neither does this tech demo: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xM2Rkqvd5uY

 

I took a walk around the world to ease my troubled mind
I left my body lying some where in the sands of time

 

Let the four winds blow
Icy breath before me

 

(Im Not NEG) I can't wait till, in eight years when this particular bar topic ends, I get to title the next bar The Saiya-Jins Club Bar & Grill Thread.

The first post will be me linking every previous bar thread.

Make it happen.

 

Hmm. I have borne witness to great adventures and seen hypocrisy overturn works of standard art. Yes. The world is wonderful and a person has sense. But in tiny bits, the world is a suckfest and people together are nothing but mindless dolls who will swim in the direction where the tide of complaining and the loudest voice(normally belonging the most wrong person) echo loudest.

Did I blink, or did singular thought suddenly disappear? Ah, well. It's still there for me.

Now to snuff it out with a braincell murdering glass of something alcoholic.

 

Ah, Ace. Your presence has been missed.

(Pours 2 measures of Clorox bleach, crumbles a decaying monkey skull into it, adds half a bottle of bourbon, and slides to Ace with a palm branch sticking out)

So what was this hypocrisy you were rambling about? Anything of interest?

 

(Drinks concoction... shakes like a seizure patient and then noisily eats the palm branch. The shakes go away and Ace licks his lips.)

Ah, better. I of course meant all this whining with Mass Effect in terms of hypocrisy. To quote Denis Leary, your life never turns out the way you thought it would and nobody ever stays happy. Happiness is in the moment and the very thought that someone would DEMAND that someone change their work after the fact is laughable. The end of Shadow of the Colossus bummed me out, but you don't hear me whining. The end of Klonoa to this day still makes me cry, but I'm not going to get everyone to demand a happier ending.

And of course the other thing... I played Journey. I'm not sure how many other people will though. and to hear nothing but, "This isn't a real game. It's not that long. You don't do anything." kinda burns my biscuits. It's like playing with Legos or playing Grand Theft Auto after a while. You have to make your own fun. No one is leading you by the nose. You have to explore and let that "pwn the noobs" attitude get checked at the door.

The hypocrisy I was yelling about stems from people wanting two things.

1. Something that is specifically for them and "feels good", when there is no conceivable way to do that in a certain timetable of man hours on a video game. And then whining when they don't get exactly what they wanted.

2. Asking for something different, yet when it is delivered, folks complain that it isn't anything like what they see the rest of the crowd playing.

 

I just recently learned about these things (since my only source of gaming news is the GHZ forum). I can sympathize with the disappointment at the long-awaited ending to a series being a flop (Ultima 9 - don't get me started), but entitlement has always bothered me. The customer is not always right.

Journey sounds like a potentially awesome experience and definitely a cool idea. Your mileage may vary based on what kind of random anonymous partner you end up with, but limiting communication to the sing button was a brilliant move. To quote another forum, "Journey has undone two decades of ugly online multiplayer culture. No names or tags, no emoticons, no scores, no ranks, no competition, no clans, no trading, no show-offs, no griefers, no spammers, no racism, no misogyny, no Xbox Live trash talk, no n00bs - the very concept makes no sense in a game like Journey. Instead it's a game that seems to bring out the best in people."

Unfortunately I've never owned a Sony system so I'll probably never play it.

 

(Im Not NEG) ::throws a hundred thousand game news article links in the bin::

::ponders linking even more TDC news instead::

::Neil Hannon would approve of this thought process::

 

I went searching for an image macro and somehow ended up with this:

http://images5.fanpop.com/image/photos/28500000/Trunks-and-Vegeta-get-Piss-Drunk-trunks-28521330-427-424.jpg

 

Okay. I'm not much for making topical fanart, but damn. Skullgirls is really making me want to. Fanservice + brilliant gameplay. Goddamn. Heh. It's pretty sweet. Simplicity is outshining the overly complicated and flashy stuff out there right now and I couldn't be happier.

 

(Levitates porcelain equine)

 

13 days since the last post, oof.

 

It's too hot... Why? Why am I roasting here? Why is this city a pressure cooker?!

 

No lie, some of the Wii U games look like a lot of fun.

 

Technically I don't even own anything from the current gen (well, technically I don't own any consoles at all, but I didn't before that happened either). The next gen holds nothing attractive for me at the moment, and with Miyamoto stepping down from Mario and Zelda I kind of doubt it's ever going to.

 

(Installs a portal device inside fridge. Reaches in and pulls out a can fresh from the Duff brewery)

Frieza: I don't know why I didn't think of this years ago.

 

(Builds a pyramid out of chairs and sets it on fire)

 

I thought my email would at least get the people who already post here to post something. Where is everyone?

 

Sorry, I've been pretty busy. Hope everyone had a good 4th of July though!

 

Oh well, I tried. Guess it's over.

(Chugs Tide Plus Bleach Alternative and vomits rainbows for an hour)

 

(Im Not NEG) Don't feel bad. Pants Chat nine thousand six hundred and forty two got a whooping one person in the room.

By that of course, I mean myself.

 

I don't really feel bad, actually. Not replying at all was probably the more polite way to tell me they weren't interested. Well, I know that at least GM and Sub got the message. Not too sure about Ace and Trunks. Anyway, it didn't quite work out like I hoped, but at least it's a sort of closure.

 

(Im Not NEG) Polite way my ass.

You are lucky that silence can bring you peace, Dan.

 

Well, all things must pass. That being said, I think it'd be nice to end on a 500 topic, don't you think?

 

Heh. I guess it would be appropriate. There's never been a bar on this forum that hasn't reached 500. I wasn't planning to terminate it any time soon anyway. And it's not entirely my decision to make. We'll see what happens.

 

(Walks in holding a can of ULTRABEER)

Frieza: It turns out this stuff is pretty easy to make if you have access to foldspace, time travel, and small amounts of magic.

(Sips ULTRABEER and soars through fields of red and blue spheres in a land of rings and diamonds)

 

Something I always wanted to do was a music video of Utopia's The Very Last Time (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tF7pCzi9LNM) performed by Goku and his band (Cell on drums and Buu on bass, and maybe throw GT-Trunks in there), where he reminisces about all of ways we've horribly abused him and dreams of working up the resolve to finally leave. I almost posted a bar scene of it once. When I went back and listened to the song the first time I was considering it, the opening line, "Sometimes I wonder if I'm still alive. How much abuse can someone stand and survive," made me and my brother crack up for about a whole minute.

The only other thing, which I would totally have done if the idea of doing it with sprites instead of full-on animation had occurred to me a few years earlier, would be a music video of Singring And The Glass Guitar - An Electrified Fairytale) (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rcx7VGY96uc). In fact, I've always wanted to see that even in a non-SPA context. The first adventurer would naturally be Frieza because he can breath underwater. The second would be either Ace or Trunks - I can see Ace gliding through the hurricanes like Knuckles, and Trunks could slice through them with his sword or blow them up with a ki blast or something. Solar would make sense for the third, but then the dragon would have to be, like, a lightning dragon or something to have been any challenge. I'd probably have used Sub instead, not only because he was around more but because it fits his character pretty well. The forth one I could again see being Ace or Trunks, but I'd lean toward Ace because I can totally picture him getting to the top, finding no key, getting that insane swirl look in his eyes, and going berserk on the mountain with his Redstreak axe.

It's just an awesome song. I've seriously considered paying someone to make an AMV of it.

 

Happy 11th birthday, Saiya-jins Club.

 

11 years, wow.

 

Law school in two days, sigh.

 

This place was basically my high-school experience. It was what I always pictured: a group of good friends and something to do with them. I had that to some extent IRL too, but the people either weren't my type or I didn't see them too often, and the stuff we did could never compare to the wild and fantastic stuff that went on here (although those lunchroom conversations were hilarious in a way that a forum can never be). And even though the actual activity died out pretty quick, it always had this...atmosphere. I know it was mostly in my head, but it felt like a real bar, a place to go and hang out with old friends whenever you want.

Really, I just hate leaving a party before it's over.

 

That really echoes my sentiments regarding this place.

 

(Solid Sonic) It's odd when a recurring topic has been going on THIS LONG.

 

Not that odd. We keep coming back. Even after all this time.

 

Actually, we were just talking about making this the last one. How would you feel about that?

 

(Solid Sonic) How long have I known you, brother?

 

(Im Not NEG) In the blink of an eye.

 

(Plays Space Invaders on the roof with his own ships)

 

(Also plays Space Invaders on the roof)

 

Zarbon (over radio): Uh, Master Frieza? We're beginning to run out of drones. Perhaps you should take a break while the mechanics rebuild some of them.

Frieza: What?! Dammit, and I almost had a new high score. Very well, let's switch over to Missile Command then.

(Waves of dozens of 20 kiloton plutonium fission missiles begin raining on the city from all sides)

Frieza: (to Magnus) We may blow a small hole in the atmosphere, but don't worry; we can fix it. Also, try not to inhale any plutonium.

 

Frieza: (lounging on the roof watching clouds of plutonium dust drift by) So tell me Magnus, have you ever covered a desert planet in caesium powder and watched it blow itself up the next time it rained?

 

Ace looks over from hacking a good deal of missile defense satellites. "Did it just melt the crust all the way down to the volcanic layers or did the whole thing just combust in one long-assed chain reaction? 'Cause that'd be so cool to watch."

 

"Oh, it was quite a show," Frieza smiled pleasantly as he remembered the day. "I think the planet's name was Ullisiros. My army had just finished the usual mop-up on the surface - there'd been some rebels hiding there or something. Anyway, I was feeling creative so I ground up all of the planet's moons, resynthesized them into a 3-mile-high layer of cesium dust, brought in some nearby ice meteors, and set them in a low decaying orbit. It took over a month to set up - kind of like setting up a domino track - but it turned out well. The rain drops formed by the melting meteors weren't big enough to make much of a bang, but they did create an increasingly large cloud of hydrogen gas in the upper atmosphere. When the meteors finally crashed and unleashed several oceans worth of water...well, at a distance you might've mistaken the planet for a small star. Once the atmosphere finished burning away all that was left was a charred ball of black glass. It wasn't my most impressive work by any means, but it was one worth remembering."

 

Sorry fellas, Space Invaders had to wait for boring school stuff.

 

(Pook420) oh god the nostalgia

 

Wow, Pook. I...kinda remember you?

Nostalgia overload: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_IVKLczFh6Q

 

As I sit in this smokey room
The night about to end
I pass my time with strangers
But this bottle's my only friend

This song's been stuck in my head for months.

 

Magic.

 

(hyperskate65) Bumping cause I just found this board.

 

Bumping cause the world will end in 4 days if I don't.

 

Man wasn't here when the world began. We won't be here when it ends. To believe otherwise is the highest form of hubris.

 

(Pook420) lmfao sprite comics and all that so nostalgic i just died

 

It's been a long time since we were honest about it:

BUMP

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-o2SV6ynJYQ
http://www.screwattack.com/shows/originals/death-battle/death-battle-goku-vs-superman

These are some of the coolest battles I've seen since Super Mario Bros Z.

 

ZzZ

 

(Chasupi) Frieza2000 posted...

Nostalgia overload: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_IVKLczFh6Q

Oh gosh, hahahaha... I remember all of those. And MKA and the Chao Mafia. Found my sprites in there too. Although if I could do that over again, I would have made my character a cat.

 

Zzzz

 

2/15/2013

How Everyone Died Ep4: Hell

(Frieza and Magnus sit drinking at the bar)

Magnus: ...is it just me, or do you have this weird deja-vu feeling that we've been dieing horribly over and over?

(Before Frieza can respond, his com beeps)

Zarbon: Master Frieza, Emperor Porule's armada has just materialized at the edge of sector 3!!!

(The front wall and roof of the bar are torn off as a missile explodes in the streets outside. Through the rising smoke, ships drifting just out of orbit are visible in the sky. A small screen hovers down and stops in front of the two mercenaries, the image of a pale green cross between a bird and a reptile dressed in colorful raiment and covered in cybernetic enhancements appears)

Porule: My, my, what have we here? If it isn't the once feared 'lord and master of all the universe'. So the rumors are true. I never thought I'd see the day you would get sentimental about a planet, Frieza. Or are you going to tell me that touring the lowliest dives of backwater planets is in vogue these days?

Frieza: Porule. I see you still like to dress like an Algolian courtesan.

Porule: At least I have the taste and decency to dress at all. But enjoy your little jokes while you can. You won't be in such good spirits once you've sampled the new power I possess.

Frieza: And still using technology to make up for your own insipid abilities. Tell you what Porule, if I can't hit you between the eyes from here – yes, through the moon, you're not hiding from anybody – I'll give you half my kingdom. What do you say?

Porule: I think you might have some difficulty making that shot from Hell. Meidou Zangetsuha, FIRE!

(Emperor Porule's ship fires a planet-sized spherical portal to Hell at the Earth)

Porule: Hahahahahaha!!! Your love for this planet will be your undoing!

(Frieza looks up intently at the approaching void. It's a black portal, leading to the lower regions of Hell – not as easy to break out of. He could warp himself out of the way, but the planet would be swallowed, along with the Dragon Balls and probably the rest of the SPA. He wasn't powered up enough to warp the whole thing, and it would take too long now)

Frieza: You would break inter-galactic weapons bans to get a leg up, you pitiful excuse for a monarch. Well then, I guess I can be forgiven for doing this!

(Opening a quick portal to a particular pseudo-space pocket, Frieza pulls out a cluster of 6 black holes in a hexagonal pattern and arrays them against the coming attack. But instead of draining the anomaly of its energy and dispersing it, it destabilizes and energizes the portal, sundering the dimensional barrier and merging the universe with Hell. Fire and death abound)

Frieza : o.o

Magnus: 0.0

Porule: Wh-what have you done!?!?!

(Porule's ship is swallowed by a giant fish demon)

Frieza: …

Magnus: ...you can...you can fix this with your crazy reality bending stuff...right?

Frieza ...I...I can fix this. Come on!

(Grabs Magnus and flies out of the bar as it's crushed by a meteor of flaming brimstone. He warps them to Ace, on the other side of town)

Ace: (surveying the red skies and monster) Thiiiiiiis isn't another case of Nemo leaving the torture room door open, is it?

Frieza: A little more complicated than that, I'm afraid. Think you can stitch together shredded dimensional fabric?

Ace: Kind of a tall order but I'll give it a shot.

(Ace pulls out the Redstreak, but as he plays the sound attracts every demon for miles. He and Frieza battle them off, but one particularly nasty demon with a portal in its mouth leading to another Hell swallows Ace and then explodes)

Frieza: …I can fix this. I can fix this!

 

(Eviscerates the remaining demons with a blast of ki and folds space to bring all 7 Dragon Balls together. The Eternal Dragon emerges)

Dragon: (looks around) ...you have got to be kidding me.

Frieza: I know it's kind of a big wish, but I broke the universe. Can you undo all of this?

Dragon: (look of intense frustration) Ok you people, look. I've been cleaning up your messes for decades now.

Frieza: You are seriously doing this now?

Dragon: I used to get nice, easy wishes for things like money and power and women. Now every time I come out here it's to revive scores of people or bring back planets or unmerge entire dimensions. I'm not your personal ctrl+z. It's time you learned to take responsibility for you mistakes.

(Dragon returns to balls, they turn to stone and explode in gratuitous amounts of explosiness)

Magnus: ...maybe we should just find a nice, new dimension for the bar and-

Frieza: I CAN FIX THIS!!!

(Grabs Magnus again and files to Capsule Corp HQ. Vegeta and Trunks traverse the skies, blasting hordes of demons attacking West City)

Vegeta: THE HELL DID YOU DRUNKS DO?!

Frieza: Spare me; where's the time machine?!

Trunks: It's in the basement, but it needs repairs.

Frieza: No time!

(Plows through the building, drops Magnus, jumps in the time machine, and starts pressing buttons madly)

Magnus: Are you sure this is-

Frieza: I CAN FIX THIS, I CAN FIX THIS!

(Time machine goes back a few minutes)

Frieza: Ok, now where did that worm Porule warp in fro-

(Notices the time machine has landed him directly between the approaching portal to Hell and his own black hole cluster)

Frieza: ...this is not happening.

(Mashes buttons, but it's too late. The attacks collide on the time machine, producing a spectacularly unimpressive bit of gray light that nonetheless results in the annihilation of all space-time)

(Back at the bar)

Frieza: So you're saying we were caught in some kind of time loop where we all died over and over?

Ace: Something like that. Y'all were technically erased from existence for a while there, but Spades was able to sort it out from the Dream Field. Well, except for this guy named Emperor Porule – he ended up appearing in a hypergiant star for some reason.

Frieza: Fancy that.

Trunks: I kind of follow all of that, but where did they come from?

(Points to bodies of the SPA members piled on the floor)

Ace: Oh, right. Pulling them out was the only way to break the loop.

Nemo: How did they die?

Ace: Alcohol poisoning, I think.

Sub: Pansies.

Vegeta: Well I don't know about you guys, but all this dieing's made me thirsty.

Magnus: Amen to that.

Frieza: A toast! To breaking and fixing all of existence at the drop of a hat!

(The gang toasts and drinks. Unfortunately Evil Shenron replaced the beer with explody beer, and they explode forever. The End)

 

2/20/2013

"This day I completed my thirty first year, and conceived that I had in all human probability now existed about half the period which I am to remain in this Sublunary world. I reflected that I had as yet done but little, very little indeed, to further the happiness of the human race, or to advance the information of the succeeding generation. I viewed with regret the many hours I have spent in indolence, and now sorely feel the want of that information which those hours would have given me had they been judiciously expended. But since they are past and cannot be recalled, I dash from me the gloomy thought and resolved in future, to redouble my exertions and at least endeavor to promote those two primary objects of human existence, by giving them the aid of that portion of talents which nature and fortune have bestowed on me; or in future, to live for mankind, as I have heretofore lived for myself." - Meriwether Lewis (August 18, 1805)

I'm 28 today.

 

Happy belated birthday man, I actually thought you were older than that. No reason why though.

 

Happy (belated) B-day, Friez!

 

Thanks guys!

 

2/28/2013

Another day had risen over the remnant of Metro City, that once-thriving center of modern urban culture, a clear and beautiful day with crisp air and warm sunshine. The bright morning light fell mostly on rubble; after so many years of constant chaos only a handful of buildings still had all four walls standing in that dusty expanse that had been declared an indefinite disaster area. At its heart, surrounded by a small stretch of leveled ground, lay a squat little building in unusually good shape flying a banner that was iconic of the city. It was the only consistent residence the city had known for a decade and was almost single-handedly responsible for its abandonment by local and regional government, an establishment almost legendary in its infamy, once the meeting place of a dangerous group of mercenaries from across the multiverse: The Saiya-jins Club Bar & Grill.

Another day had risen over the remnant of Metro City, another chance for a new beginning. But a new beginning can only follow on the passing of another beginning's end.

Frieza sat alone at the bar, a sweaty Pan-Galactic Gargle Blaster swirling in his leathery hand. He'd stopped in for a quick morning drink as he did every week or so. The place had been empty as usual, nor was there any sign that anyone had come through since his last visit, but he liked to keep an eye on the place, if for no other reason than to keep things in order. The building was beginning to look a little more weather-worn than usual, more than two years having passed since the last time they'd transferred, but given the level of activity there didn't seem like much cause for a new one.

The stellar overlord took a final swig from his glass and set it down, preparing to head out into his usual routine, but something compelled him to stay sitting for a few minutes longer. Staring into the dusty bar mirror, he pondered the pale visage in front of him. It was something he'd done many times in the bar's lazy days, a window of introspection that opened itself every once in a while. Pupil-less red eyes looked back at him through the tarnished silvern portal. Sometimes they were the bloodstained eyes of a callous killer, other times the indignant eyes of a haughty king, still others the tired eyes of a listless drifter or the passionate eyes of an Aurum Animi. Today they were the peaceful eyes of an unassuming servant, living out his atonement in a day-to-day existence with a quiescent happiness. It was a face that left him content. The person in the glass had not always looked so agreeable to him. He had grown a lot in the years he'd spent in front of that mirror. His thoughts started to wander to the day he'd first come to this bar, the day he'd first met the men he would come to know as the Saiya-jin Protection Agency. He smiled as memories of revelous mischief danced before his eyes. It all seemed so long ago now. What had it all meant? Where was this road taking him?

As his contemplation continued, the eyes before him widened. Something profound was stirring in him, a sensation in his heart he hadn't experienced since he'd first arrived in this world. It had been so long that he scarcely remembered its subtle movement. Turning his attention inward he listened. A familiar hum of spirit like the steady murmur of the river issued from within. At last, he recognized it. After over a decade of silence, it had finally returned.

The Calling.

The star-born wayfarer rose from his stool, resolute purpose his only countenance.

“It's time.”

 

3/6/2013

Facing opposite the bar, Frieza put his hand to his chin as he surveyed the room.

“Guess I'll start at the bottom,” he uttered to himself as he started walking toward the basement door. Upon opening it, he was greeted by a few steps ending in a sea of fire.

“Oh...right.”

As he stood pondering, a black tendril reached up and splashed about with a gurgled screeching sound.

“Oh good, some of them survived. Let's see now...actually, this may make things easier.”

Murmuring a few arcane syllables, the portal to Hell reopened on the basement floor. A funnel formed in the napalm and sucked the basement monsters through the portal like a bathtub drain. Frieza peeked his head in briefly to check for stragglers, and a few magic words later the basement was dark again.

 

3/13/2013

Crossing to the other side of the bar, the galactic emperor stopped in front of a heavy steel door. Pressing his face against the viewing window, he peered into the fiery nightmare they knew as Sub's torture room. The faint smell of sulfur and something distinctly organic clung to the sooty portal even after years of going unopened. Frieza had never spent much time in the armadillo's den of inhuman horrors, but the scene from behind the glass was as nostalgic for him as any part of the bar. Even now he could see images of Nemo dancing about on the walls laughing obliviously, of countless innocent and not-so-innocent bystanders tumbling backward down the stairs as Sub slammed the door and of the carnage that ensued. As the connoisseur of macabre hobbies reminisced, one of the abominations lunged and stuck itself to the other side of the door, slobbering tar and shrieking bloodthirsty trills too ghastly for words.

“Definitely can't leave this around.” Extending two fingers, he chanted the base form of one of his signature attack spells, a form he'd had almost no occasion to use since learning it.

“MON ZO!”

A small bolt of lightning shot from his outstretched digits. On contact with the door, a bright burst of dimensional energy instantly arced up the walls. With a metallic sound of reacting magic the torture room door was gone, replaced with the bar wall that had always been there.

And the world breathed a sigh of relief.

 

Not the torture room!

 

If you ever miss it I can always send you there. Can't necessarily promise to bring you back, though.

 

3/20/2013

The flip of a switch, and the portal device connecting the fridge with the Duff brewery was deactivated. As Frieza pulled his arm out of it he looked down at the empty space underneath, once the temporary resting place of a continuously refreshed pile of dead or drunk bodies. It had been years since it had been occupied.

“I'll take care of that one later.”

Turning his attention to the last potentially dangerous dimensional anomaly in the bar, the astral traveler stepped into a room that had been dedicated to a torture that, in its own way, was worse than anything Sub had ever installed.

“Please...*pant*...can I at least drink some of the water in the bowl?”

“Less begging, more scrubbing.”

The bar's men's room was as grotesque and dilapidated as ever, but the toilets were such an immaculate white that it left spots burned into one's vision if beheld for too long. This impressive shine was perpetually deepened by an emaciated saiya-jin who'd recently inherited the job from his younger self. This child, 20 years his junior, stood by supervising with a shotgun constantly trained on his future self's head. The shells it fired weren't much of a threat to either of the alien super-beings, but the fact that GT Trunks hadn't been given a chance to recover since he'd been dragged there, and that this child version of himself had taken a far different course of development than him, growing coarse and stalwart from years of struggling to survive in the bar whereas he'd grown soft from years of sitting behind a desk at Capsule Corp, were enough to keep him from resisting.

Frieza stood in the entrance and announced nonchalantly, “Ok kid, you're free to go.”

Chibi Trunks protested indignantly. “What?! But he didn't have to do it anywhere near as long as me!”

“Not him, you,” the reptilian changeling answered. “It's closing time.”

The tiny saiya-jin looked up at him with a look so lost as to wrench a pang of deep pity from any feeling being. “What's 'closing time'?”

“It means we're leaving and not coming back, and unless you want to be killed when I dispel the spacial expansion Ace put on the building then I suggest you come with us.”

The lavender-haired midget sighed poutingly. “Fine. Just give me a minute.”

Hefting his weapon with a look of ferocious, unrestrained vengeance, he unloaded 6 double-barrel shotgun blasts into the reluctant janitor in rapid succession, pouring out the pain and despair of years of abuse in the space of a few seconds. After savoring his cries of pain for but an instant, he threw the empty gun to the floor and stomped toward the door.

“Oh thank God,” GT Trunks practically sobbed, moving to embrace his liberator. “Any longer and I was going to die from exha-!”

Frieza's hand around his throat cut him short. “I said him, not you.” Jumping into the air, he pulled the disgraced monkey-man over his head and flung him into the fissure in the back corner of the room leading to the endless void he'd installed there years ago. The green tentacles of some otherworldly horror reached out to receive him immediately, dragging him screaming into the bottomless abyss. Chibi Trunks ran to the edge of the pit and called down to him with sardonic cheer, “Hey, take care of the bathroom monsters for me, ok? Don't worry, Gertrude likes to squeeze a lot but she's just being friendly. Watch out for Bill though; he bites and injects acid into your blood.”

 

Another flash of electric blue ZO from Frieza's fingertips and the hole was gone, leaving the cleanest spot of bathroom tile the room had seen in many years. Chibi Trunks grinned sadistically and followed the galactic murderer out of the bathroom in a much better mood than before. But crossing the bathroom threshold, he paused. His eyes moved to a spot of sunlight on the cracked cement floor shining from the glass doors. There was something about it that held him spellbound, something just beyond his consciousness that he couldn't grasp, a memory he could no longer see but could still feel. Frieza stood watching him patiently for several minutes, until finally he saw his hands start to tremble. The child that had been the object of his wrath for over a decade looked up at him, tears welling up in his eyes.

“Is this really happening,” he asked in a trembling voice. “Am I dreaming? Or is this one of your sick jokes?” Frieza only nodded at him solemnly. He looked back down at himself, pinched his face, beheld his shaking hands. Convinced he was awake, he turned again to the ray of light on the ground. Walking cautiously over to it, he reached out and put his hand in the beam. He tilted it, watched the light play over his fingers, felt the warmth running through him. Advancing one step at a time he moved over to the door and let the sunshine envelop him, looking up, bewildered, at the cool blue sky.

“I'm scared,” he choked, the tears now streaming down his face.

“Oh don't be so dramatic,” Frieza rebuked him. “Your mother came and took you home plenty of times.”

“It's over,” he whispered like a prayer. “It's really over...” At length he turning again to the onetime ruthless mercenary with his innocent eyes. “What do I do now?”

Beginning to sound a little irritated, Frieza drew toward him and put a hand on his shoulder. “Look, just go back home, have a drink, get some rest, and after a few days I'm sure you can get back to your-” He stopped in mid-sentence as something profoundly wrong caught his attention for the first time. “Hey...wait a minute,” he paused, trying hard to recall what he knew about Saiya-jin anatomy before continuing. “Shouldn't you have...grown after all these years?”

The 4-foot warrior answered matter-of-factly with three words. “Malnutrition. Stunted growth.”

“Oh,” his liberator answered, taken aback. “I'm...sorry - I never realized we...” He had never really given much thought to the annoying kid in the bathroom, he was now realizing. He'd probably spent more than half of his life so far trapped in a bar with people who hated him. He'd died and been revived more times than anyone was interested in counting. It must've seemed like being caught in one of Hell's elaborate tortures. It was no wonder he was having difficulty believing it was suddenly ending. It was amazing he was still as sane as he was – a testament to the incredible inner strength he had, the same he'd witnessed in the older Trunks. He was no longer the arrogant brat he'd known at the bar's inception. Seeing him in this new light, the old tyrant's heart sighed. “You know what, here. I'm probably going to catch a lot of crap for this but I don't care. Think of it as a kind apology for all of the slightly-misdirected abuse I've heaped on you over the years. Maybe I can even heal some of that posttraumatic stress while I'm at it.” Trunks looked less than trusting as Frieza clapped his hands together in a prayer position, but didn't withdraw. “This will sting a bit.”

 

The celestial wizard pulled his hands apart, producing wild arcs of lightning between them. Without giving the boy a chance to react he pressed his palms into his shoulders, sending thick bolts of what appeared to be electricity dancing across his body and the ground around him. Chibi Trunks screamed in fear and agony over the sound of cracking bone and transmuting flesh, a scream that grew gradually deeper until finally his vision returned and he found himself looking down at a familiar pair of serpentine eyes.

Catching his breath immediately, the new Trunks looked down at himself. He stood surrounded by a small ditch, part of the bar's floor having been absorbed into the alchemical reaction. As he began to regain his bearings, he realized that something else about the floor had changed: it was much farther away.

“I'm...”

Running back into the bathroom, he beheld his new 20-year-old body in the cracked mirror. A jubilant smile slowly rose in the glass. “Whoa! I look just like big brother,” he gushed, his former distress mysteriously gone and replaced with an almost child-like excitement. He ran stumbling back out of the bathroom, adjusting to his new proportions. “Oh man, this is so cool! I'm gonna do all the things I couldn't do as a kid! I'm gonna go get drunk and ogle strippers and rob a convenience store and shoot out the windows at McDonalds and-and...”

With no further warning than a momentary silence the reborn saiya-jin threw himself at Frieza and vigorously embraced him, still-moist eyes pressing against his face. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

Though a little uncomfortable, the misanthrope returned his embrace and did his best to sound supportive. “You're welcome.”

The young man resembling Future Trunks withdrew just as quickly as he'd come on, laughing at his own joy, unable to stop throwing glances at his new hands. “Later Frieza,” he waved and ran for the door, taking to the skies with newfound confidence. “I'M FREE!!!”

Frieza watched him disappear into the distance, then noticed an object sitting in the men's room door. It was the old scrub brush; Trunks must've accidental kicked it out there in his awkward scampering. The starbound seeker picked it up and admired it. It was an unusual piece of work, made of titanium alloy with carbon fiber bristles. Vegeta had eventually splurged for a custom one after his subservient son had worn so many of the cheap ones down to the handle. Smiling, he deposited the trinket into his pseudo-space pocket. It would make a unique souvenir, a reminder to pay more attention to all the kids in the bathrooms of the multiverse.

Deciding that he'd earned himself a break, he walked back over to the bar and mixed himself another Pan-Galactic.

 

3/27/2013

"Withdraw," he practically retorted in startled confusion.

"Yes, and have this sector marked as forbidden space. I don't want anyone rummaging through my leavings."

"But sir, we've been up here waiting to invade for almost 10 years!"

"Oh come now Zarbon," the Kold prince grinned warmly at his right hand man, "there's no need to pretend you're surprised. You realized years ago that I was never going to give the order."

The golden-eyed attendant cocked his trademark pretty-boy smile, preserving every bit of its arrogance even as he was forced to drop his failed charade. "Was I that obvious?"

"Oh, your acting has been a credit to the politics that runs in your blood. I just know that you've known me long enough to tell what I'm thinking. And I've known you long enough to know that you're not stupid."

"Very well, sir," the servant formally replied in a less than formal tone, "I'll see to it that no one will dare come withing light-years of your new friends."

"They've largely departed," the former tyrant stated nonchalantly, turning to admire one of the works of priceless art adorning the otherwise cold visage of technology that characterized the flagship's smaller briefing room. "This is more of a payment for damages done. We made quite a mess over the years and we were rather inconsiderate about it to the people of that planet. I wanted to do something to make it up to them, small though it may be. Besides, this place is special to me. It's the closest thing I've felt to home since..." Frieza trailed off, a profound silence muting the voice of his thoughts to the world. Zarbon strained to see around his back to catch a glimpse of his expression, but the moment passed too quickly. "Guard it well for me, Zarbon. I must leave you again...this time, for good."

Zarbon's hanging jaw punctuated his silent response. This time his shock was real. He stood for a moment in the gravity of the words, letting their reality wash over him. A soft smile recomposed his blank expression. "I'd be lying if I said I hadn't seen this coming. We've tried to keep it from the men as best we could, but since the day you called us here it's become more and more obvious that your heart's not in this anymore." Receiving the prodigal emperor's voiceless acknowledgment, he continued. "I just...I guess I just didn't want to accept it. We'll manage – we held it all together for years before you came back, and now that everyone knows you're alive we can always continue the pretense that you're still around. I guess I just never let go of the hope that things would go back to the way they were in the good old days."

"You mean the days when we plundered galaxies in a murderous spree of greed, lust, and pride? When we exterminated more races than anyone knew existed and everyone on this ship - including you - lived every day in fear that I'd kill them for amusement or for some trivial mistake?" The ivory misanthrope turned to reveal a subtly sadistic smile. "We did have some fun, didn't we?"

Hesitating briefly, the beryl-skinned warrior ventured, "Would it be too much of me to ask why?"

 

Closing his eyes, the godly being he'd devoted his life to serving answered with hushed affection rarely heard on the imperial vessel. "My dear friend, that is the least I can do after all you've done for me. I don't expect you to understand completely, but the short of it is that the utter folly of what I was doing – of what I WAS – finally dawned on me. I was a child, Zarbon, always insisting on having my own way, which was ironically what kept me from ever being satisfied. All of the things I used to take such pleasure indulging in seem like so much trash to me now compared to what I found out there, to what I found inside. Hell, even compared to what I found in that bar down there, and that ragtag bunch of mercenaries that call me their friend. Who'd have thought all those do-gooder peasants who used to babble at us about love and peace were really on to something?"

Zarbon crossed his arms and nodded slowly to himself, smiling contentedly. "You're really not him, are you?"

"The Frieza you knew lived the same wretched life and met the same well-deserved fate as I, tragically lost to his own pride without ever knowing who he really was. I am the chance he was never given, the person hidden in his heart, even from himself. I'm the icy tyrant melted in the fires of Heaven and Hell. I'm the spoiled prince who finally learned the difference between having fun and being happy. I'm the prisoner who found freedom in slavery, the warrior who found strength in weakness. I'm the wanderer of worlds following a golden path toward a destiny unknown yet somehow greatly desired. No, Zarbon, this dimension's Frieza is still buried, and he is better forgotten."

The elven prince starred into his master's crimson pupils with a look that was neither satisfied nor disappointed. "I'm not sure what to say," he finally began, sounding lost. "Except to tell you that it wasn't the conquering or the riches I missed. It was...you. There's really no one like you. You run things with a calculated cunning worthy of legend, you fight with terrifying ferocity but with a control and grace that's even more terrifying, and to those who served you well no benefactor could surpass your generosity. You weren't like any of the royalty I grew up with. You were witty and, dare I say, playful! Scary sometimes, but...you..." Turning his eyes to the ground, he uttered softly, "You're the closest thing to a friend I've ever had."

The reformed monarch's gleaming expression answered his mossy-haired minion's naked emotion. "Zarbon, do you remember those first few months you were in my employ on Planet Frieza 16 and my transport was blown up by saboteurs? You ran over screaming my name, certain that I had perished, and started tearing your way through the flaming rubble of the launchpad."

"Yes, I hadn't quite grasped the extent of your power yet. Outrunning an explosion was something I'd never even conceived of."

"Yes, and you made quite a spectacle of yourself. You must've been rather frustrated that everyone else was standing around laughing. You suffered some nasty burns from it too if I recall, which I suppose I could've spared you but I wanted to see just how long you'd keep digging. Your loyalty and devotion impressed me from the very beginning. I never forgot it. It was the reason I took you under my wing. It was the reason I eventually allowed myself to consider you my dearest friend."

 

Stepping forward, Frieza set his hand on the shoulder of his companion's armor and looked him in the eyes. "But now you must become more than that. It's time for you to step out of my shadow Zarbon, and claim your place in history as my true successor. This isn't like the first time you took the reigns. You are no longer a steward holding together the broken pieces of a fallen despot's kingdom. This time I bequeath it upon you, your own empire to rule as you see fit."

The wide topaz lights staring back at him slowly took in this new reality, flickering quietly as wild surges of myriad emotions swelled behind them. They gave silent testament to the cry they could not give. There was so much that the zealous soldier wanted to say, to show, but couldn't. He knew well the price of leadership. He knew he had to be strong, to deny himself and put on a temperate and self-possessed face. Besides, the fiery rubies looking back at him told him that he already knew. Raising a verdigris fist to his chest, he showed his former master that he was up to the task with a firm nod. "I am honored, sir. I will do my best live up to the legacy you've left me."

"That's my boy," he briskly patted his shoulder and turned away, strolling over to the room's main monitor displaying a view of the stars off the ship's port bow. "Then I have just one final order for you."

The newly crowned emperor grinned, always eager to serve his old mentor. "Yes Master Frieza?"

"Don't make my mistakes," he said boldly as he turned to face him again. "Don't rule for yourself. Don't place your own interests above the interests of the empire. Serve the people even as you've served me, and your greatness will be assured."

The former administrator answered with an enthusiastic salute. "Yes sir!"

Frieza smiled and, dropping on one knee, bowed his head. "Farewell, Lord Zarbon. I have been and always shall be your friend. Make me proud." Rising, he turned again, preparing to step off the ship through folded space.

"Frieza," the voice he'd never hear again called after him cordially. "Where will you go?"

"I'm going..."

There was a pause as the vagrant alien realized this was a question he had not yet asked himself. He knew only that he had to move on; he hadn't stopped to consider a specific destination. No logical answer immediately presented itself. In the stillness he took a moment to listen to the wordless expression emanating from his heart. Something arose and he grasped at it, trying to form it into words.

"I'm going...home."

With a violet flash of distorted light and a low rumble, Frieza disappeared into foldspace. Zarbon stepped absently over to where he'd just been standing and looking up at the screen, seeing anew the vast expanse of cosmos that now belonged to him. Despite the busy days ahead he allowed himself to stand there for a long time, pondering the journey of his predecessor and the journey that now lay before him.

 

4/3/2013

Black skies loomed over the eastern wastes of Antarctica, a not uncommon sight on the continent where night could stretch on for months at a time. However, this was the height of its summer months and this darkness had nothing to do with the sun.

“Speak your first wish,” the Eternal Dragon bellowed.

Frieza answered with his commanding tone. “I wish to revive everyone who was killed by the S.P.A. or who died as an indirect result of our actions between 2001 and now and who...” He paused, making sure he worded this next part carefully. “Who weren't plotting to or in the process of trying to kill innocent people or destroy the city or planet and who haven't already been revived since we killed them. You can deposit them all in a safe place on the outskirts of Metro City.”

A tired sigh seemed to course through the land itself and for a moment Frieza thought the dragon might protest the immensity of the wish, but the rising hum of energy and the bright red glow of his eyes portended the coming miracle. With a brilliant flourish of golden light and a slight groan of exertion from the emerald legend, the deed was done.

“It is done. Now, what is your last wish?”

“I've been using a lot of magic today and it's not something I've ever really mastered. Could I get a boost in magical power and knowledge? The biggest you're capable of, if you please.”

“As you wish,” Shenron growled, apparently somewhat less irritated with this wish. A circle of light appeared around the crystal-clad warrior and erupted in a column of power, holographic symbols of ancient wisdom ascending all around him. Images of long forgotten races and guarded secrets lost to the ages filled his mind in a painful maelstrom of sudden revelation. When his head stopped reeling he was standing in front of the dragon, a new inventory of magical potency now at his disposal.

“Your wish has been granted,” the mystical being decreed indifferently. “Farewell.”

The dragon vanished in a burst of golden light, and the Dragon Balls began to rise into the air. Caught with a sudden inspiration, Frieza reached out and telekinetically grabbed all 7 as they tried to fly off across the planet. He dragged them back down to himself, now ordinary stones, put them in a bag, and deposited it in his personal pseudo-space pocket. “I don't know why we've never thought of this before,” he said to himself coolly, stepping into a portal back to Metro City to deal with the enormous mob of people who would probably all need a ride home.

 

4/5/2013

Hey look! It's me! Bumping the bar!

I graduate college in one month's time! It's been a 6-year long journey and I can still look back happily of these days. Hope all is well with everyone!

 

Subz!

Congrats man. Music, right? If I recall, you have to be able to play a certain number of instruments to get that degree. What can you play?

Also, in case you don't feel like reading the last few pages, this is going to be the last bar. I'm gonna send out a message the week before I close it but I figured I'd give you a heads-up now in case you're not around. I'll probably do it on either Sonic's birthday in June or our anniversary in August. Feel free to jump in with any skits or RP.

 

Yea Music Education. I'm going to be licensed to teach K-12 Choral and General music. I obviously had to study voice and piano. I also have learned guitar and percussion proficiently, and have some minor skills in sax, flute, oboe, and clarinet now. I haven't really touched orchestra or brass. I figure I'll deal with them if I ever get forced in to an orchestra or band job.

And yea, I've read through a bit of the past few pages. Hard to believe it's coming to an end, but it's definitely had a nice full run. I also just read Episode 7 of the S.P.A. comics. Made me very nostalgic haha.

 

Heh, glad someone finally read it besides AkumaTH and NEG. The last panel in comic 5 was all for you.

It's kind of funny hearing the guy who used to help me sweep bodies under the fridge in high school talk about being a teacher. Like Amy teaching Latin. Makes me feel old.

Not much going on with me. Same programming job for the last 8 years, which is good.

 

4/16/2013

Closing Time checklist:
x 1) Free basement monsters
x 2) Close Sub's torture room
x 3) Close fridge portal
x 4) Close bottomless pit in bathroom + free Chibi Trunks
x 5) Settle accounts with Zarbon
x 6) Revive the fridge dead
7) ... (sigh)


The lord high Frieza found himself standing in front of a cheap stone house in the woods somewhere in the East District and trying very hard not to blow it up. He had failed at this six times already and been forced to reset the universe, at great cost to the space-time continuum, but remained undeterred in his mission. He knocked on the door and was greeted by an unhappy looking woman.

“What do you want,” Chi-chi bellowed after she recognized the alien psychopath at her door.

“Is your husband in?”

The woman sneered as she turned back into the house, shouting something at Goku about one of his bar friends being at the door and warning him not to burn the lawn down again. The monkey-man stepped into the doorway.

“Hey Frieza! What's up?”

Frieza took a deep breath.

“Hey Goku. I, uh...I was just...ok, look, I'm probably not going to see you again for a while and before I go there's something I wanted to say. I know I've been kind of a jerk to you all these years, exterminating your race, murdering your friends, setting you on fire, framing you for armed robbery, pressing you into degrading servitude aboard my ship, blowing up your house six times in the last hour, selling you to science and using the money to produce libelous photos of you and Android 18, throwing your offspring in a blender and freezing them into a tasty summertime treat, ruining your credit score, using your body as mortar, threatening your beloved teddy bear, listing you as several items on our menu, maiming you in the most painful way I could think of at the time...where was I going with this? Oh, yes, I wanted to apologize for any lasting inconvenience I may have caused and I hope there's no hard feelings. Can you find it in you to forgive me?”

“No,” Goku smiled.

“Wait, what? I thought you were all about that love and forgiveness crap.”

“Yeah, but I figure I can get something out of you first.”

Frieza sighed. “What do I have to do?”

And so began the grand adventure of Frieza and Goku! Bidding his wife farewell and ignoring her impassioned rant that if he was late for dinner one more time she'd make him and her rusty carving knife very intimate friends, the legendary saiya-jin flew off with the reluctant Frieza in tow. Their first stop was the amusement park, to which Frieza paid their admission with a coupon for Best Buy that he convinced the drunken clerk was a twenty dollar bill. Goku, being afraid of roller coasters in spite of his ability to fly at supersonic speeds, took Frieza on the merry-go-round instead. While sitting rather bashfully on a ceramic octopus Frieza noticed that the man operating the ride was none other than Shadow the Hedgehog! He moved over to ask the ultimate life form how he'd come to this unfortunate fate. The hedgehog replied that he'd had some “creative differences” with the people at SEGA, specifically that he was sane and they were plainly not, and they'd gone their separate ways, but unable to get a decent job in the floundering economy he'd been forced to take up carny work. Frieza expressed his sympathies and offered him a job at the bar. Shadow, on hearing the name Saiya-jin's Club, recalled the incident 12 years ago when the SPA had hunted him down like an animal and kept him as a pet at Vegeta's house. In a post-traumatic fit of blind rage he attacked Frieza, which resulted in the immediate transformation of the entire park and the surrounding 5 miles into a single attraction known as Crater Land.

 

Deciding to pretend the previous paragraph didn't happen, Goku instant transmissioned the pair to the seashore where they each bought 6-foot tall icecream cones and went for a walk on the beach.

“Goku, have a confession,” Frieza said. “I never really hated you. I was just afraid that 6 morbid clowns in parachute pants would come and take me away if I didn't constantly try to destroy your life in new and imaginative ways.”

“Really?”

“No, I just thought this could use to be longer.”

Just then, an ambulance ran over an innocent bystander. 6 morbid looking clowns in parachute pants jumped out, loaded the man into the back, and drove off again, crashing almost immediately into a beached whale at several hundred miles an hour and exploding in a mist of decaying blubber.

“I'm going to pretend that didn't happen,” Frieza resolved.

“Me too! Hey, let's play pretend!”

“No! No pretend!”

“Aw come on, it'll be fun! I'll pretend to be the Queen of England and you can pretend-”

Desperate to avoid whatever moronic game his companion had in mind and hoping to make the day more interesting in general, Frieza spiked Goku's icecream with a vial of Ace's MKA formula while he was failing to not stare at the sun like an idiot because Frieza told him to. Goku, being a severe teetotaler, became so falling-down-drunk that he began chanting in ancient Samarian and accidentally cast “summon moon,” a spell the Samarians kept around just in case they ever needed to cremate, then crush themselves incredibly slowly. The moon began its gradual descent to Earth but fortunately it was on the other side of the planet at the moment so nobody of importance cared. Then Frieza stole Goku's wallet and traveled to Switzerland to scratch out a meager life on cheese doodles and unemployment. Meanwhile, Goku flew to Time Square to watch Teletubbies on the giant TV, but it was interrupted by news of an alien invasion. The alien leader appeared on screen to deliver their message of peace, and their message was, “We bring you crack.” Crack being illegal, the Government destroyed the Earth.

Goku awoke from his drug fantasy to find himself in the Hazy Maze with a bored looking Frieza. Not sure what they were doing there he was about to teleport them out when who should stumble by but Mario! Seeing the two he went immediately into a drunken rant about how the ultimate power can be found in Disneyland. Frieza explained that they'd already destroyed the machine in Disneyland years ago, so Mario offered another legend about the ultimate artifact being hidden somewhere in Euro Disneyland, which interested him greatly. Convincing Goku that it would be a fun adventure they set off for France. However, Goku's poor knowledge of geography landed them instead on Mars, which Mr. Schkizuitz insisted that he owned and demanded that they pay a toll.

 

One less red planet later, Frieza brought them to the famed City of Love and began inquiring about ultimate artifacts while Goku entertained himself watching a shopkeep make powdered toast. Suddenly a flying circus tent descended from the sky and an army of disturbing clowns poured out. Their rainbow haired leader announced (using a series of honks to communicate) that this was Carnevil 9, the apocalyptic circus of unspeakable evil, and they'd come to claim the ultimate artifact for the forces of Darkness. Not having any of this, Frieza cast “summon psychotic DK clones.” But instead of mauling the clowns like psychotic clones should, the Donkey Kong recolors all threw themselves into Lake Disney. Frieza and the clowns watched as the muffled sound of rock and roll instruments emanated from beneath the water and a beam of light descended on it. Finally a guitar-clad monkey emerged from the lake waving an ancient looking golden box. He was immediately run over by the clown ambulance, which stole the box and barreled past both Frieza and the Carnevil clowns at infeasible speeds. Returning to their circus ship, the clowns made chase with Frieza close behind. The clown ambulance deftly dodged a storm of clowny lasers and death beams with barrel rolls that would've made the Internet proud. However, it was eventually forced to crash into a tree by its inherent love of crashing into trees. The leader, a clearly insane clown known as Mad Clown, stepped out of the driver's seat as the demonic big top crash-landed in front of him. The clowny army of doom stepped out solemnly and chastened Mad Clown for his reckless behavior and unconventional face makeup, to which he responded by picking up his ambulance and hurtling it at the circus tent. The resulting exploding was mistaken for a preemptive nuclear strike by the French government and resulted in a brief multinational holocaust.

The ultimate artifact reduced to dust and ashes, a discouraged Frieza returned to Euro Disneyland to continue his terrible day. When he arrived, Goku presented him with a soft pretzel and a familiar golden box. Dumbfounded and immediately undumbfounded, Frieza demanded to know where he'd gotten it. The happy saiya-jin replied that he'd asked the buttered toast vendor about it and he'd said the one in the lake was a decoy and sold him the real one in exchange for a few magic beans. Anxious to learn what their labor had earned them, Frieza opened the box and found only a small red button. He pressed it, and a blueberry muffin materialized before him. Goku squealed, his lifelong dream of owning the fabled Muffin Button of Ages at last fulfilled, and proceeded to press the button so many times at such a speed that the enormous mass of muffins it produced collapsed into a black hole and destroyed the solar system.

The lord high Frieza found himself standing in front of a cheap stone house again, having reset the universe a few extra times for good measure. Goku walked out smiling.

“Hey Frieza! What's up?”

Frieza pulled two Pizza Hut boxes out of nowhere. “I'll give you two stuffed crust pizzas if you say you forgive me for everything I've done or might ever do to you.”

Goku readily agreed and began wolfing down the pizzas, until he found himself stuck to the grill of an ambulance that was plummeting off a nearby cliff. The ambulance exploded in mid-air and Frieza took his leave, deciding that he'd accomplished what he came for.

 

(Im Not NEG) That was very much so the best thing I've read all month. No exaggeration.

 

4/24/2013

Darkness. He knew it well. It was his element, his canvas. In it he performed his great work, dancing over the whole world like the frost on a winter night. The darkness held no fear for him. But so too was he a creature of the light. In the day he prepared his great work, crafting and toiling all year round in joyous expectation of the celebrated day of his love. In the light he found his life, his identity. It held no great secrets from him. He was a being in balance, a crossing of two worlds. So as he entered the dim twilight of the fire exit signs illuminating the maintenance cellar of the old Macy's Headquarters on 34th street, that vermillion blend of light an dark, he felt entirely at home, perhaps in a deeper way than he could in either extreme. It even made the overwhelming presence of the murderous planet baron hiding behind the row of helium tanks across the room seem docile.

Santa wandered into the middle of the grimy room with a wariness in his step, but a broad smile on his face. Gesturing with his gloved hand he called cordially into the shadows, “You can come out, Frieza. It's no use trying to hide from me.”

The crafty snake stepped out into the open. “My, my, I guess the stories really are true. You do see us when we're sleeping and know when we're awake.” The jolly patron chuckled a little, an unusually warm response to the mercenary who'd held Christmas itself hostage on several occasions. “I tried to think of a place we could meet that would be somewhat familiar for you, but I'm honestly surprised you showed up.”

“I admit, even with my forgiving nature I would normally have expected a trap,” the immortal courier nodded earnestly. “But I've been watching you today, Frieza, and I'm very impressed. It was very noble what you did for the young Trunks, and how you've tried to atone for your sins against Goku and the people of this world. Perhaps you're finally beginning to accept the goodness in your heart.”

Frieza shied away as though blushing. “Oh, it's nothing. I just felt I needed to make things right before I left, that's all. Which brings me to why I called you here. I was hoping that, after all this time, we'd be able to settle accounts, you and I.”

Old St. Nick crossed his arms, a gentle fatherly expression gleaming at the former monster. “It's ok, Frieza. You don't have to apologize to me.”

Two blood red eyes sparkled back at him viciously. “Who said anything about apologizing?”

With speed that produced a sonic shockwave Frieza slammed his palm against the ground, activating the array of runes hiding just under the layer of dust. Doors, vents, pipes, and every manner of escape disappeared, leaving them trapped in a concrete box. Radiant golden symbols covering every surface of the room ignited, glowing distinctly against the dark walls and replacing the former ambiguous iridescence with a bold chiaroscuro, separating the light from the dark.

Santa spun in all directions, startled and confused. “You had me fooled for quite a while, Nicholas. You had us all fooled. You even managed to avoid being noticed by Zeke's reality piercing gaze. Were it not for the fact that I scheduled the Eternal Dragon before you, we should be having a very different meeting right now.”

“What is this,” the crimson-clad toymaker stuttered. “What are you up to, Frieza?”

“What's the matter Claus? These are holy runes. Surely a saint such as yourself should have nothing to fear from them.”

“I-I'm not sure what you're getting at,” he answered, traces of sweat beginning to appear below his fur-lined cap.

“There's no use denying it. My new eyes see quite clearly through your magical disguise.”

 

Santa's bewildered demeanor abruptly stopped, settling into a grim discipline. “So you say you see clearly. But do you understand what you see, Frieza? Do you see that there's more to everything than eyes can tell?”

“Oh, I've been thinking about it for hours, what your game might have been. Naturally my first thought was that you were a trickster spirit, here to sow selfishness and materialism.” The ruby-eyed alien crossed his arms, celestial light refracting brightly off his white skin and crystalline features. As he continued, his voice softened. “But there's more to it than that, isn't there? Perhaps it began that way, but you've been doing this for too many centuries with too little harm. You even tried to promote good behavior with that list of your. You really do care about these people. You really do give for the joy of giving. It's a very rare thing, a spirit of greed so covetous that it covets generosity. A demon that seeks to become a saint.”

The vermillion philanthropist nodded gravely, splotches of light and shadow dancing over his coat. “What I was is no more. It's behind me now. I am a man. You of all people should be able to understand that even the most dark-hearted of creatures can be changed.”

“And that, old friend, is where we differ I'm afraid,” the changeling prince drew his arms back to his sides and looked down hard at Santa. “There are those who would say there is no such thing as nature, that you are what you make of yourself and everything is malleable. There are some who stake their entire lives on that hope. But it's a lie. You have deceived yourself Nicholas – or whatever your name really is. It isn't joy or happiness you feel when you deliver those toys; those feelings are beyond your capacity. It's merely the same greed you gave yourself over to before time began, passing through a filter of self-delusion until it resembles love. No matter how much you try, you will never become a man. No matter how much you learn to ignore the sting of divine light and convince yourself that virtue is not odious to you, you will always be a demon.”

“You're wrong,” the fallen angel snarled. “I am a man! I am!” Frieza only made a small hand gesture, amplifying the energy flowing from the archaic symbols all around them. Santa winced, but forced a smile. “Hmph! You think you can kill me with holy energy? I've actually come to enjoy the mild feeling of nausea it gives me!”

“Oh, I didn't call you here to kill you,” the magically enhanced warrior replied, an unusual gold and black varying necklace that Santa swore wasn't there a minute ago draping over his chest plate. He took the pendant between his fingertips: two gems welded together, one translucent silver, the other translucent crimson. “Yes, you'd recognize one of these wouldn't you? I've been hesitant to wear it ever since Para's brother gave it to me, but now I think I understand how its power works.” With a massive rush of spiritual force Frieza raised his arms as new, very different symbols lit up beneath Santa. “Evil and divinity work together in this world, but not in duality. The darkness serves the light in spite of itself.”

“What are you doing,” the false saint demanded in alarm.

“I'm doing the world a favor it would never do for itself. I'm doing you a favor, demon. I'm sending you home.”

 

The diabolic spell circle under his feet came to life with a terrible glow, ripples of fire expanding from the center then collapsing into it like sand draining through a hourglass. The portal to Hell reached out with tendrils of hate and revenge, of suffering and despair, of lies and death. Santa fought against it with his sizable magical influence but found himself slowly sinking under. In desperation he fired a volley of Christmas magic at his tormentor, a being he even now held the same thoughts of compassion for as he did for all the people of the Earth. The colorful blasts broke on the might of his aura and splashed harmlessly around him, being made up principally of dark magic twisted in a convincing doctrine so as to resemble purity and joy. As his eyes began to glow green and his human semblance fade in the nightmarish flames, he cried out with the same grandfatherly timbre the world had known him for.

“Frieza, please, I beg you, have mercy! I just want to make people happy! Look into you heart! Think of the children! Think of what I mean to them, to everyone! Look back on all the pain you caused in Christmases past – think of how much worse this will be! I am the spirit of the season of peace and brotherhood, the embodiment of their hope! You can't do this!”

“We were never wrong about you, Claus. In spite of your good intentions you really are a blight on this world, an unavoidable fact of your nature. Whatever inspirational value your myth has, in the end you are a spirit of commercialism and selfishness, a drain on the planet's resources and a debilitating crutch on its economy. It will weep for you, but both of you will be better off this way.”

With artificial tears in his eyes and a final fading shout of “Ho,” Santa Claus disappeared into the infernal vortex, his fate to be left a mystery to the world. With a movement of the will Frieza dispelled the runes and teleported off to the north pole to deal with the elves and their factory. The basement returned to its former decor of dull red shadows, and all that remained was the continuing clash of darkness and light.

 

5/1/2013

(Walks back into the bar and reclines on a stool)

Frieza: Ah! Well, that takes care of all of the big items on the list. Now there's just a few little items to tie up around here. For example...

(Reaches behind the counter and pulls out a Duff)

Frieza: Finishing off our beer supply.

 

(Swigs beer)

 

(Drinks more beer)

 

(Drinks another beer)

 

(Drinks yet another beer)

 

(Im Not NEG) Stop drinking beer and log on AIM.

 

Frieza: Sorry, there's no Internet here in our Internet bar.

(Drinks still more beer)

 

(Drinks still another beer)

 

(Switches over to wine)

 

(Sips wine)

 

(Sips wine)

 

(Swirls wine)

 

(Sips wine)

 

(Thwarts a cuban drug ring that had somehow been operating in the building across the street)

 

(Sips wine)

 

(In case you haven't realized it yet, I'm using this as a karma topic until it reaches 500)

 

(Sips wine)

 

(Lights peaches)

 

(Makes flaming peach wine)

 

(Sips flaming peach wine)

 

Have you guys heard Daft Punk and Anamanaguchi's new albums? They're both pretty dope imo.

 

(Im Not NEG) Nope, but you can all pre-order Sticky Wickets today!

http://www.thedivinecomedy.com/?p=678

 

(Big the Cat500) Daft Punk's is really retro and mellow, not what I was expecting from them

 

I just flipped through a few tracks. The Daft Punk didn't really do it for me this time. Anamanaguchi was cool, though. I've been catching up on the last few years of OCRemix this week so it fit right in.

 

(Smashes pumpkins)

 

(Puts pumpkins in the basement to ferment)

 

(Uses Chaos Control to speed up fermentation)

 

(Sips pumpkin wine)

 

(Sips wine)

 

(Pulls box of Cuban cigars from hidden panel under the counter)

 

(Smokes cigar)

 

(Steals Vegeta's car)

 

(Smokes cigar in Vegeta's car)

 

(Sets Vegeta's car on fire with cigar)

 

(Leaves car parked on moon to extinguish the flames)

 

Frieza: What was I supposed to be doing again?

 

Frieza: Oh, right, using up the beer.

 

(Sips wine)

 

(Lights wine on fire with cigar)

 

(Sips flaming wine)

 

(Mixes bourbon, scotch, and beer)

 

(Drinks George Thorogood reference)

 

(Riffles through the shelves and pulls out an old bottle of Jose Cuervo)

 

(Swigs tequila)

 

(Raises glass in a silent toast)

 

(Swigs tequila)

 

(Goes behind the counter to mix up a Frosty Frieza)

 

(Wonders whatever happened to his team of chemists in the back)

 

(Uses up the last of the Frosty Frieza base liquid)

 

(Pockets the other leftover Frosty Frieza ingredients [rubies, amethysts, and pearls])

 

(Teleports into space and sips Frosty Frieza)

 

(Sips Frosty Frieza)

 

(Casually shoots down PBS satellite)

 

(Sips Frosty Frieza)

 

(Finishes Frosty Frieza)

 

(Returns to the bar to find it slightly more on fire than usual)

 

(Notices a six-pack of some yellowish, milky drink on the counter with a bow and a note attached)

 

6/4/2013

Something seems different around here...

 

(Im Not NEG) Smells like chicken.

 

Frieza: It's probably just the on fire. I'm sure it's nothing like the fabric of our reality undergoing change for the sake of change.

 

(Reads note)

A small token of my esteem and comradery, in commemoration of our years of successful action against our mutual enemy. You will find a larger token in the back room celebrating our ultimate triumph, which my sources have informed me you realized earlier today. I wish only that you had called so I could've seen the look on his face. Consequently, you will find your building to be mildly inflamed.

As this settles the grounds of our common interest, our partnership is consequently concluded. Hence this shall be the last batch of the drink you receive per our agreement, but other terms can be worked out should you desire more at a later date.

Should further circumstances arise meriting our cooperation that you think would be in our shared interest, I should be most glad to collaborate with you again.

Wishing you all the grinchiest in the future,
The Grinch

 

(Sips Grinch Nog)

 

(Sips Grinch Nog)

 

(Sips Grinch Nog)

 

(Grinches rat)

Frieza: Huh...apparently this stuff gives you Grinch powers.

 

(Grinches bar stool)

 

(Grinches fire. Fire dies)

 

(Finishes Grinch Nog)

 

(Grinches Magnus. Magnus writhes on the floor in extreme pain)

Frieza: Sorry, I wanted to test it and you're the only one nearby.

 

(Steals Magnus's Christmas)

 

(Grinch powers wear off)

 

(Checks in the back room and finds enormous crate of Grinch Nog)

Frieza: Hm...I think I'll save this.

(Puts Grinch Nog into personal pseudo-space pocket)

 

(Pours some more tequila)

 

(Drinks tequila)

 

Frieza: You know, if I keep drinking like this I'm going to start getting bloated at some point.

 

(Drinks tequila)

 

(Mixes tequila with random sodas and fruit juices from the shelves)

 

(Discovers he has unknowingly mixed a "Nick at Night")

 

(Drinks the cocktail and faintly hears the distant sound of the Gilligan's Island theme floating on the ether)

 

(Breaks out a bottle of Absolut Krusty brand Vodka and take a shot)

 

(Does another shot)

 

(Im Not NEG) You sure have a wide variety of drinks in here.

 

Frieza: Most of them have been gathering dust on the shelf for ages. I think we keep them around primarily as ingredients.

 

(Does another shot)

 

(Chugs the rest of the bottle)

Frieza: I don't know why Vegeta always got the cheapest swill. The money wasn't even his.

 

(Im Not NEG) Upset as hell that I missed updating the music and link threads in time. They deleted in 13 days, the last posts were on the 3rd, which is less then is usually required. I've updated in 14 and 15 days past before. Many times.

Two and a half years, wiped just like that.

But what can one do..


...other then to simply start again.

Excuse me while I kick myself over a message board for a while.

 

I suppose that's partially my fault. When you increase the number of posts on the board it decreases the purge delay.

Under 6 messages: 10 Days
6-100 messages: 30 Days
101-250 Messages: 20 Days
251-500 Messages: 15 Days
501-1000 Messages: 12 Days
1001-2500 Messages: 10 Days
2501-5000 Messages: 7 Days
5001-7500 Messages: 6 Days
7501-10000 Messages: 5 Days
10001-12500 Messages: 4 Days
12501-15000 Messages: 3 Days
15001-20000 Messages: 2 Days
20001 or more Messages: 1 Day

 

(Returns to flaming wine glass)

 

(Sips flaming wine)

 

(Walks behind the bar, pulls out a bottle of rubbing alcohol, and smiles at it nostalgically)

 

(Impales a maraschino cherry on a toothpick and drops it into the bottle)

 

(Guzzles rubbing alcohol)

 

Frieza: Well, that was novel. I'm not drinking gallons of cleaning fluid, though.

(Sells the rest of the rubbing alcohol on the black market)

 

(Sips wine)

 

(Shoots pool)

(With a .45)

 

(Mixes another Pan Galactic)

 

(Drinks Pan Galactic)

 

(Drinks Black and Tan)

 

(Dusts off the last bottle of Uncle Vegeta's Pure Mash Liquor)

 

(Drinks mash liquor)

Frieza: This is only slightly better than the rubbing alcohol.

 

(Finishes mash liquor)

 

6/24/2013

Frieza: A moment of silence for Knuckles Dawson, whose body was found four days ago in a park, apparently suicide.

(Pours a 40 of cherry MKA on the curb)

Frieza: Rest in peace, man.

 

I'll drink to that, RIP.

 

(Im Not NEG) ::takes a small flask out of his inner coat pocket, salutes thin air and takes a chug::

NEG: The SASB. Sometimes I think we may as well be known as the Secretly Depressed ***** Group.

::Cameraman casually walks into the bar, sits on the stool next to the infinitely easily disguntable employer of his::

Cameraman: What you drinking?

NEG: Alcoholic Dr Pepper, what else?

 

(Mixes alcoholic Dr Pepper with whiskey and mead)

 

Frieza: I'm not even going to name this thing.

(Drinks concoction)

 

(Drinks straight whiskey)

 

(Pops open a Sam Adams)

 

(Quaffs beer)

 

Frieza: I'll have to bring some of this stuff with me. Importing it would probably be a chore.

 

(Swigs beer)

 

(Smokes a few cigars)

 

(Steps into the back room to see what's left)

 

(Notices green-glowing barrels stacked against the wall)

 

Frieza: Oh, right...this stuff...

 

Frieza: ...maybe I'll just leave this for Sub to pick up later...

 

Frieza: ...ah, what the heck. One last trip through hell, for old time's sake.

 

(Chugs drum of Seizure ****)

 

(Falls to the ground writhing and speaking in tongues)

 

(Writhes)

 

(Convulses)

 

(Spasms)

 

(Seizures)

 

(Sees the light)

 

(The light turns out to be Hell)

 

(MidnightJade21) (Performs CPR, brings you back from the gates of Hell)

Nurses are cool like that. ;0

 

(Gets up and politely vomits behind the barrels)

 

Frieza: Thanks. I appreciate your concern, but I had it under control. I just hope you didn't get any of that stuff on your lips. Otherwise you're going to be the one in need of CPR in a few minutes. And probably a resurrection spell.

 

(MidnightJade21) I've been exposed to all kinds of crap. I'm immune. (Collapses)

 

Frieza: (sigh) Well, at least I'm some kind of archmaster mage now.

(Heals Jade)

 

Frieza: You know, on second thought, this stuff is too dangerous to leave here. Sub can call me if he wants it back.

(The barrels of Sub's Seizure **** disappear into pseudo-space)

 

(Rosie the Robot rolls in and cleans up Frieza's glowing green vomit)

 

Rosie: When am I getting paid again?

 

Frieza: Later. Now get that classy chassis back in the closet.

 

Rosie: Right away, Mr. F.

 

(Grabs a beer on the way out of the back room)

 

(Wanders into the game room while drinking beer)

 

(Looks at the old SPA Arcade Game machine)

Frieza: I never did finish this...

 

(Starts game)

 

Select your character!

 

You have selected Frieza.

 

(Gets to level 7 boss with ease)

 

Boss battle!!!: MUST KILL GOKU!!!

 

Frieza: Ok, I know he's grossly overpowered in this, so I should try to find a way to beat him without facing him head on...hm...

 

Frieza runs over to the bar, equips beer, and fires a Beermehameha at Goku. He then 1-hit KOs the drunken chimp.

 

Frieza: Well at least they coded that part right.

 

Level 8: Bush has just fired the entire United States arsenal of ballistic missiles at the bar! In addition, he's sent hundreds of brave ground and air troops to their grisly death in an attempt to distract you long enough for one of the missiles to hit the ground. Unfortunately, everyone but you is too drunk to see straight. Protect the beer at all costs! Player loses if health runs out, any missiles hit the bar, or a nuclear missile is destroyed without first disarming it.

 

Frieza gets a perfect score using only death beams and manages to catch the last nuke in a foldspace rift, sending it directly to the Pentagon War Room.

 

Level 9: It's high time someone found out where those tumbleweeds are coming from. Seeing as Vegeta is too lazy to do it himself, he's promised you a modest reward in alcohol if you can solve the mystery. Follow the trail of tumbling enigmas to their source! (Game plays like original Donkey Kong Arcade. Player loses if they get hit by too many tumbleweeds or time runs out. Flaming tumbleweeds do double damage). Note: Nemo has banished Frieza's special lighter to the land of misplaced kitchen appliances until his mission is complete, so only the mystical $.75 gas station lighter is usable.

 

Frieza tracks the nomadic vegetation to a tumbleweed factory run by Oozaru Goten, which he burns down, then to a Chinese restaurant run by Ronald McDonald, which he also burns down, to Billy's room from Family Circus, which he burns down twice, then finally to a UFO in a random crater in the Nevada desert (with what looks like Area 51 in the background) where he meets a pile of tumbleweeds that reveal themselves to be living beings from another world intent on conquering Earth. A boss battle ensues during which Frieza discovered that these tumbleweeds are fire retardant, so he hijacks the UFO's controls and crashes it into the sun.

 

Bonus stage!!!: An army of Zerg invaders have landed in the heart of downtown Metro City! Help Ace and Nemo clean up the streets! Player loses if any SPA member runs out of health or the Creep covers the entire battle field.

 

Frieza scores thousands of points annihilating Zerg with relative ease until suddenly Daleks and Metroids begin showing up at an alarming rate. He barely manages to clear the level by destroying the Nydus Canal at the end before Ace runs out of health.

 

Bonus Boss!!!: Use your ultimate form to save Metro City, and the world, from the threat of Dark Para!

 

(Im Not NEG) NEG: I beat that arcade with a hand tied behind my back...back in the summer of '65.

Cameraman: You did?

NEG: Probably not. Good song, though.

 

Level 10: The villainous Santa Claus in holed up in his cavernous workshop, scheming for his next Christmas joyride. Pay him an early visit and foil his philanthropic designs! Player loses if health runs out, friends die, or time runs out without causing at least 860,000 points worth of destruction.

Decorations - 50pts
Toys - 100pts
Factory machines - 1000pts
Elves - 3000pts
Reindeer - 10,000pts
The Spirit of Christmas - As much as you believe

 

Frieza receives 13,965,000 points, the Grinch banishes Mrs. Claus to the Phantom Zone, and Nemo somehow activates a secret tractor beam that crashes the space colony ARK into the the North Pole.

 

Bonus Boss!!!: From the wreckage of the ARK emerges an uncharacteristically peeved Reynard Fox! Fight for your very souls!

 

ADVENTURES IN THE SAIYA-JINS CLUB BAR & GRILL:
FINAL BATTLE!!!
APOCALYPTIC LEGENDARY BEING
CRIMSON RAIN AMIDST AN AZURE SHADE
A CAN OF PEAS!!!

 

Frieza: ...what?

 

(Can of Peas instantly 1-hit kills Frieza)

 

GAME OVER

Final Score: HAPPY END!

 

(Blows up arcade cabinet)

 

Frieza: Now I remember why I never bothered finishing it...

 

(Pours another Pan-Galactic)

 

(Carefully sips Pan-Galactic)

 

(Finishes Pan-Galactic, eats the olive)

 

(Digs out the last of the MKA)

 

Frieza: Let's see, what've we got. Cherry, grape, hyper, healing, magic, Saiya-jin, Pikachu, and hero. Not bad.

 

(Drinks Saiya-jin MKA)

Frieza: Mm. Saiya-jiny.

 

(Imbibes Pikachu MKA)

Frieza: Ah! I don't think I've had one of these in almost 12 years.

 

(Consumes Grape MKA)

 

(Assimilates magic MKA)

 

(Ingurgitates healing MKA)

 

(Ingests hyper MKA. Involuntarily goes Super)

 

(Partakes of Hero MKA. Acquires a halo)

 

(Adds some of Ace's MKA formula to cherry MKA)

 

(Swills cherry MKA)

 

(Swills more cherry MKA)

 

(Drinks the last of the MKA)

Frieza: We were never big on this stuff anyway.

 

(Walks into Vegeta's office)

 

Frieza: I wonder if Vegeta kept any kind of records.

 

(Kicks aside piles of crushed beer cans to make his way to the desk)

 

Frieza: Half-finished beer-stained tax return, invoices used as napkins, doodles of Goku dying horribly, inventory scribbled on a menu from a Chinese restaurant, Simpsons novelty calendar, Rolodex filled with drink recipes, picture of his wife turned face down, moldy cheese burger...yep, pretty much what I expected.

 

(Opens the desk drawer, finds it filled with an assortment of peanut, pretzel, and Skittles wrappers, a Sears catalog, a PS2 with a copy of ZOE 1+2, a...)

 

Frieza: Is that a key? What on earth would Vegeta keep locked up? And where?

 

(Turns around and notices file cabinet)

 

(Uses key to unlock file cabinet, pulls out a 6-pack)

 

Frieza: ...you know, I think I'll leave this one here. For posterity.

 

(Puts everything back, walks out) .

 

I simultaneously found out just now that Knuckles Dawson worked for Rooster Teeth and that he was found dead. Hit me harder than I expected. How are you doing Frieza?

 

Pretty good. Was working 11-12 hour days for the last few months, but I don't mind. I think I'm done with them for now anyway.

We had a topic for KD a few weeks back. We all felt pretty much the same as you. He hadn't posted here since 2006, back when he came to tell us how he'd made it big with Microsoft and started his own website, but he was still one of ours. I've got a folder of stuff from his old Geocities site in the comic archive in my sig if you feel like reminiscing.

 

(Pulls all of the Ace Drink ingredients out of the back room)

 

Frieza: I've been looking forward to this one all day.

 

(Gets the giant caldron out of the kitchen and moves it to the center of the bar)

 

(Pours in all of the remaining tequila, malt-liquor, and Ace's MKA formula)

 

(Mixes in a dozen liters of gin, rum, champagne, and a few pints of shark's blood)

 

(Empties several cans of Duff, Krusty brand cough syrup, and what's left of the red wine hyper-aged through Chaos Control)

 

(Picks out an especially large Guatemalan Insanity Pepper and lets it dissolve in the brew)

 

(Stirs caldron with a steel oar)

 

(Dips his old crystal wine glass into the unholy draught and draws forth a measure of the bubbling compound)

 

(Touches his signature lighter to the lip of the glass, sending a small plume of fire skyward)

 

(Blows out the flaming concoction)

 

(Briskly takes a swig of fresh Ace Drink)

 

Frieza: Ah! Yes, out of all our specialty drinks this one's definitely my favorite.

 

(Slowly takes another savory sip)

 

(Im Not NEG) Cameraman: The Madman Lovers thread seems to have gone. Sad day..

NEG: Hah!

Cameraman: What's so funny?

NEG: I just picked the olive out of my wine glass of Dr Pepper.

Cameraman: ...

NEG: Mother always told me if I picked at it long enough, it would get tired and give in.

::NEG munches on the olive with great satisfaction on his face::

Cameraman: Was the taste worth it?

::burp::

NEG: Shush, you.

 

(Grabs more Ace Drink, lights it with the tip of a cigar)

 

(Finishes his glass, draws another, and lights it)

 

Frieza: I should keep some of this around as a guide for synthesizing it in case they don't have sharks or Palestinian grapes on whatever world I find myself on.

 

(Fills a cryogenic thermos with Ace Drink and deposits it in pseudo-space)

 

(Walks behind the counter and opens the cash register)

 

(Sweeps a few bills and the gold coins that Magnus usually paid with into a sack)

 

Frieza: I guess this technically belongs to Vegeta. I'll just leave it at his doorstep.

 

(Ties up the sack and tosses it through a foldspace rift)

 

(Meanwhile, in a bathroom far away...)

 

(Vegeta sitting on the toilet reading a Sears catalog)

 

Bulma: Oh, Vegeeeeta! The kids are all out. Why don't you come massage my feet? Maybe later I'll let you show me your Galic Gun.

 

Vegeta: (shudder) You'd have to pay me to get me to touch that.

 

(Bag of gold suddenly slams into his face and knocks him off the toilet)

 

Vegeta: I WAS BEING SARCASTIC!

 

Pacific Rim is as good as you've heard. See it in IMAX 3D with a rumble pack.

 

(Chugs a mug of Ace Drink)

 

(Tipples Ace Drink)

 

(Belts down another Ace Drink)

 

(Dissipates more hootch)

 

(Soaks up another magic elixir)

 

(Toasts to bygone days and absent comrades)

 

(Tanks up on more intoxicant)

 

Frieza: Perhaps I shouldn't have made so much at once...nah.

 

(Dunks his head into the caldron of Ace Drink and inhales)

 

(Performs the dance of a thousand rainbows)

 

(Im Not NEG) Cameraman: what will happen in the end, NEG?

NEG: You mean besides endless reruns of The ASK NEG Show?

Cameraman: Yes.

NEG: Endless reruns of NEG Floods Boards On The Internet For His Own Amusement Show.

::snickers to self, spins in bar chair with his eyes closed up at the sky::

NEG:...Though I suppose the title could use some work.

Cameraman: A new show? We'll manage filming both on our evidently tight schedules?

NEG: Of course not, that's why I hired Cameragirl.

Cameraman: Cameragirl?

::NEG takes out pokeball from his pocket, throws::

Cameragirl: Where...where am I? Who are you?

NEG: Oh and by the way, you two are now officially married.

Cameraman: ...Uh

NEG; I expect Camerababies by a year.

Cameraman: You expect?

NEG: Hey, how do you like the name of the third show I'm working on? NEG's 24 Hour Live Stream of Blowing Up Planets With Finger Lasers. Subtitle: Portions of The Show may include Duct Tape. It shall also get Lasered.

 

(Slides NEG another Dr Pepper)

 

Frieza: In the immortal words of Atrus, the ending has not yet been written.

 

(Fills another mug with the echidna's brew)

 

(Swigs booze)

 

(Grabs the caldron and chugs the last of the Ace Drink)

 

(Flushes the draft beer drains into barrels)

 

(Brings out every remaining edible substance in the building)

 

(Mixes everything together in the caldron)

 

Frieza: I call this unholy abomination a "going-out-of-business." Get it while it's chemically unstable.

 

(Dips a glass into the colorful amalgam)

 

(Takes a sip)

 

Frieza: Meh. Better than Duff.

 

7/30/2013

(Turns all the lights on, rings the bell)

Frieza: Last call, everyone! Last call for alcohol, and everything's on the house. All remaining tabs are forgiven, mostly because I don't feel like chasing down Vegeta's money.

(Pulls a glass of wine out of pseudo space)

Frieza: I know I just threw everything we've got into that pot in the middle of the room, but if you're looking for something particular I'm sure I can rustle it up.

 

(Im Not NEG) ::peeks inside pot::

NEG: I think I can see my house from here.

::someone new steps into the bar::

Mystic Meg: I've finally done it! ::Meg flapping her chao arms around happily::

NEG: Only took you 3 years. What have you got?

Mystic Meg: Yes, I've finally found someone new to interview for the next episode of ASK NEG that either isn't dead or left this world yet.

NEG: Oh?

Mystic Meg: It requires time travel, and talking to yourself!

NEG: You mean I should...ASK NEG?

Mystic Meg: Yes! We could ASK Classic NEG, Future NEG, you being Modern NEG. Then theres Concept NEG, Sparkle in Your Eye NEG, Fruitilicious...

Cameragirl: The basking of his own ego never ends, does it.

Cameraman: I haven't the slightest idea about what you mean,

 

(johnlIV) Can't believe it's been 12 years :O Oh well farewell topic of all topics

 

(Im Not NEG) Good to see you around Johnl :) ( we ought to catch up )

 

Heh! Good to see you, John!

That does get me thinking...I wonder how many message boards there are out there in Internets land that can boast a running thread that's gotten at least one post every week or so for that long. I imagine it must be pretty unique.

 

(Im Not NEG) Probably something on LUE.

What the hell, for old times sake.

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(Im Not NEG) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v8gJKVV7Itc - Epiphany

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GLIhfiLK-LY - Perception

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bah6Hyq00rk - Catharsis

Life is.
Simply.

 

(Im Not NEG) Did you know that whales ejaculate 6gallons, and only two goes into the female whale?

No wonder the sea is salty.

....I've remembered this factoid over the years for longer then I should have.

 

(Im Not NEG) There are FOUR LIGHTS

 

(Im Not NEG) Darmok and Jelad at Tanagra

 

(Im Not NEG) The only thing that would make tonight better are pink hedgehogs.

That isn't happening, is it?

 

(Im Not NEG) Look up to the skies. There will always be a fantasy.

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Well, I'm off to bed.

Back over to you, Dan. Take it away. Make it amazing.

After your done mopping the floor, of cour-

::a big giant monkey head suddenly barges into the bar::

Andross: Your not signing off without me first doing a weather report, are you?

NEG: H-how did you come in without breaking the doors down? But anyway, yes. You might as well.

Andross: THE WEATHER IS GOING TO SUCK

Cameraman: Really?

Andross: Nah, slightly cloudy with a drizzle of rain around noon. Look out for rays of sunshine spreading across the south-east soon after.

Andross: I WILL ALSO TAKE OVER THE LYLAT SYSTEM AND..::rambles on at length::


NEG: There's something lonely about a ball field when it's raining...

Cameraman: So what we doing tomorrow, Street Fighter party at the local SEGA Park back in the 90's?

Myistic Meg: I've got the time machine all configured and ready to go!

NEG: Totally. Let's try...somewhere around 9/9/99 to 14/10/99.

Cameragirl: You know, your a bunch of oddballs I've only met moments ago but I'm intriged 'just enough' to go along with this.

NEG: Cheers for the beers, Frieza. We'll no doubt pop into each other again, as always.


::a blue and red most probably copyrighted swirly appears, sucking the whole ASK NEG cast and crew in::


::an amusing pop sound, followed by a burp, and the swirly is gone::

 

8/6/2013 11:26:52 PM

Frieza: Hm. I was going to get Cameraman to help straighten the place up a bit. Oh well, more kaleidoscopic liquor for me.

 

(Dips another glass in the caldron)

 

(Walks over to the jukebox)

 

Frieza: Guess I'll fill the time with some music.

 

(Pushes a button on the jukebox, nothing happens)

 

Frieza: ...I don't know why I thought this thing would actually work. Oh well...

(Pulls out his spirit guitar)

Frieza: This sounds better anyway.

 

Hey! Alright!

Oh Yeah!
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah!

Rolling around at the speed of sound,
Got places to go, gotta follow my rainbow.
Can't stick around, have to keep moving on,
Guess what lies ahead, only one way to find out!

Must keep on moving ahead,
No time for guessing, follow my plan instead.
Trusting in what you can't see,
Take my lead I'll set you free.

 

Follow me, set me free,
Trust me and we will escape from the city.

I'll make it through.
Follow me (Follow me), set me free,
Trust me and we will escape from the city.
I'll make it through prove it to you.

Follow me!
Oh yeah!
Follow me!
Oh yeah!

 

Danger is lurking around every turn,
Trust your feelings, got to live and learn.
I know with some luck that I'll make it through,
Got no other options, only one thing to do!

I don't care what lies ahead,
No time for guessing, follow my plan instead.
Find the next stage, no matter what that may be.
Take my lead, I'll set you free.

(Whoow!)

 

Follow me, set me free
Trust me and we will escape from the city.
I'll make it through.
Follow me (Follow me), set me free,
Trust me and we will escape from the city.
I'll make it through prove it to you.
Follow me!

(Guitar Solo)
Yeah! He-ey! C'mon! Whooo! Yeah, yeah yeah! Whoo!

 

Surprises are hiding out in front of me
Uncover their secrets and then we will soon be free!

Follow me, set me free
Trust me and we will escape from the city.
I'll make it through.
Follow me (Follow me), set me free,
Trust me and we will escape from the city.
I'll make it through prove it to you.
Follow me!

Follow me!
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Follow me...
Oh yeah!

I'll make it through, oh yeah!

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aaWu6UiUDMU

Yeah, yeah
If I could change the world
Like a fairy tale
I would drink the love
From your Holy Grail
I would start with love
Tell ol' Beelzebub
To get outta town
'Cause you just lost your job
How did we get so affected ('cause I think)
Love is love reflected

 

Time
Don't let it slip away
Raise yo' drinkin' glass
Here's to yesterday
In Time
We're all gonna trip away
Don't piss Heaven off
We got Hell to pay
Come full circle

 

And if
There's a spell on you that
I could take away
I would do the deed
Yeah and by the way
Here's to Heaven knows
As the circle goes
It ain't right
I'm uptight
Yeah and get off my toes

 

I used to think that every little thing I did was crazy
But now I think the Karma cops are comin' after you

 

Time
Don't let it slip away
Raise yo drinkin' glass
Here's to yesterday
In Time
We're all gonna trip away
Don't piss Heaven off
We got Hell to pay
Come full circle

 

Every time you get yourself caught up inside
Of someone else's crazy dream
Own it, yeah that's a mistake
Everybody's gotta lotta nada killing them
Instead of killing time

 

Time
Don't let it slip away
Raise yo' drinkin' glass
Here's to yesterday
In Time
We're all gonna trip away
Don't piss Heaven off
We got Hell to pay

 

Time
Don't let it slip away
Raise yo' drinkin' glass
Here's to yesterday
In Time
We're all gonna trip away
Don't piss Heaven off
We got Hell to pay
Come full circle

Circle, circle, circle, circle, circle, circle, circle

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-mIP7ySBXBg

Time rolls on
That's as it should be
Here and gone
Seems to move so quickly

 

Man, we was happy, in our restless hearts
It was Heaven right here on Earth
Yeah, we were laughin' as we reached for the stars
And we had some for what it was worth

 

Those were good times
Damn good times
Those were good times
Damn good times

 

Hey, take a look at this picture
Can you believe that was you?
And who's that standin' there in the corner? Not me
Ahh, all the crazy things we used to do

 

Sure, we was acting like a couple of kids
Good to remember, you know that it is
I still feel it like the sun on my skin
Maybe that's better

 

'Cause these are good times
Damn good times
Talkin' about good times
Damn good times

 

So it's one for the money
But that don't make the show, no, no
Count to three and I'll be ready, yeah yeah
To follow that road, yes I will

 

I see it comin', yeah, this one is ours
We got Heaven right here on Earth
Ain't nothin' like it, when you're reachin' for stars
And you grab one, for what it is worth

 

You can tell 'em
We'll be having good times
Damn good times
I'm talkin' good times, yes sir
Damn good times

 

Good times
Good times
You know good times
That's good

 

(Im Not NEG) ::meanwhile, in 1999::

NEG: HOW DARE YOU BEAT MY CAMMY WITH ZANGIEF OF ALL CHARACTERS! BLARG!

Cameraman: I...er...this isn't going to end well, is it.

::finger lasers Cameraman dead, nothing remains::

Mystic Meg: You took far too long to do that lately.

NEG: Yeah, well.

Andross: Won't his regenerative powers cause him to re-appear at the normal timeline though? How's he going to get back here?

::a moment later Cameraman walks through into Sega Park::

Cameraman: It appears my...ability to re-spawn works across all of time and space. Well that's good to know. Still hurt buckets, though.

Cameragirl: Where'd you...respawn?

Cameraman: Trash bins outside. Some odd bloke was telling me to get away from his bins. Then making moc-moc-a-moc noises...


NEG: Another round?

Cameraman: Certainly, sir.

 

(Turns up the volume)

Frieza: Gotta go out with this one.

 

Can you feel life
Moving through your mind?
Ooooooooh,
Looks like it came back for more
Yeah...

 

Can you feel time
Slippin' down your spine?
Ooooooooh,
You try and try to ignore
Yeah,

 

But you can hardly swallow
Your fears and pain
When you can't help but follow
It puts you right back where you came

 

Live and learn!
Hanging on to the edge of tomorrow
Live and learn!
From the works of yesterday
Live and learn!
If you beg or if you borrow
Live and learn!
You may never find your way

 

WHAAAAAOOOHHH, oh, oh, yeah.

 

Can you feel life
Tangle you up inside?
Yeah,
Now you're face down on the floor!
Oh,

 

But you can't save your sorrow
You've paid in trade
When you can't help but follow!
It puts you right back where you came

 

Live and learn!
Hanging on the edge of tomorrow
Live and learn!
From the works of yesterday
Live and learn!
If you beg or if you borrow
Live and learn!
You may never find your way

 

Whoa, whoa, OH YEAH!!!!!

 

[Guitar solo]
"Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah!"

 

There's a face searchin' far, so far and wide.
There's a place where you dreamed you'd never find.
Hold on to what if!
(Hold on to what if!)

 

Live and learn!
Hanging on the edge of tomorrow
Live and learn!
From the works of yesterday
Live and learn!
If you beg or if you borrow
Live and learn!
You may never find your way

 

Live and learn!
Hanging on the edge of tomorrow
Live and learn!
From the works of yesterday
Live and learn!
If you beg or if you borrow
Live and learn!
You may never find your way!!!!!

Live and learn!
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Live and learn!
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

 

(Flips the chairs and stools up on the tables and bar)

 

Frieza: ...you know...why not. I've got nothing else to do.

 

(Begins mopping the floor for what might be the first time it's ever been mopped. Though he's never used a mop in his life, Frieza finds it strangely familiar and relaxing)

 

(Wipes down counter and tables)

 

(Finishes the last of the booze)

 

Frieza: Guess it's time.

 

(Makes his way to the exit)

 

(Flips the sign in the window to "Closed")

 

(Turn out the lights, walks out)

 

8/7/2013 5:44:15 AM

(Frieza steps into the darkness outside as a door closes behind him. The nightscape before him is a fairly desolate one, a dead city whose last few buildings had just about finished crumbling, but the lights of heaven shining through the clear summer air paint the ruin before him with a soft white luster that reminds him every bit of the hidden beauty the night could claim. He turns around and stares at the doorway for a moment)

Frieza: You know, I almost gave up on this place just a few weeks after it opened. During that first bar where things had begun to slow down, I set it on fire, turned my back, and almost walked away. Can you imagine what I would've missed?

(Takes out his signature lighter)

Frieza: For all our talk of 'riding for life,' I've pictured this day many times. I always thought it would be an appropriate ending, to take that road I turned away from so long ago, to light the bar and walk away without looking back. But now that I'm here...

(Puts the lighter away)

Frieza: It doesn't feel right at all.

(Slaps the city's regulation oversized padlock on the doors)

Frieza: Requiescat in pace, old friend.

(Turns and makes his way across the stretch of barren earth surrounding the bar to the mound of dust where Magnus is waiting. They stand together for a moment, looking back at it beneath the absent shine of a new moon)

Frieza: I suppose you'll have to find a new place to drink. Sorry if it's an inconvenience.

Magnus: No, don't worry about it. I'll find more jobs at places with actual customers anyway. What about you? You figure out where you're going yet?

Frieza: There is one place that's been on my mind but...no, I can't go back there. They're probably all dead by now anyway. I suppose I'm just going to drift for a while.

Magnus: Mm.

(Moment of silence)

Frieza: I feel like I'd be expected to say something profound and reflective here, but honestly I think it's all been said. Besides, it was never really that kind of place. We came here to kill our braincells, not use them. In that light, there's really just one thing to be said.

(Give a thumbs up at the bar)

Frieza: Good times.

(Another moment of silence passes)

Magnus: So, how're you gonna end it? Blow up the city? Blow up the planet? Hypergiant star?

Frieza: Well, this does happen to be the anniversary of the Hiroshima bombing.

(Creates crackling black deathball in his hand)

Frieza: We could go out with a bang, level this city, put it out of its misery once and for all, leave its rubble as a giant memorial to what once was.

(Deathball fades away)

Frieza: But I have a better idea.

(Steps forward and looks around at the twilight-bathed wreckage)

Frieza: Everywhere we went, we always left a mess behind. Even in my wandering days I always seemed to leave some kind of trouble in my wake. For once, I'd like to leave a place...better than I found it.

 

(Frieza raises his arms to the skies, magical energy surging over them. The dim stars seem to wink out for a moment, then grow to several times their normal size. Rays of rainbow-colored light shower across the decaying rubble, illuminating the scene as at dawn. The ethereal radiance begins to envelop the broken stone and metal fragments, dissolving them into its essence and reshaping them into a luminous new form. As Magnus watches in awe the florid lights solidify, fading into the once-familiar visage of Metro City. The ephemeral display of starshine slowly gives way to the more constant glow of streetlights. The city stands shining and new, better even than at the height of its golden age. It remains unpopulated, but as the world comes to realize that the chaotic mass of world travelers and super-beings that had once invaded it are gone for good they will gradually return to find all that they'd once lost restored to them. Every building stands just as it had once before.

All but one.

Turning back to the bar, Magnus sees the one significant improvement Frieza has made. The locked building glows restored and new like the rest, but in front of it now stands a life-sized statuary of the whole bar gang posing with their signature drinks in hand. At the center of it lies an enchanted fountain, endlessly flowing with liquor of all kinds. At the base of the scene reads a simple, unassuming bronze plaque: “RIDE FOR LIFE”)

(Frieza smiles, admiring his work for a moment. Then, waving goodbye to Magnus, he steps away and opens a portal in front of him. But it is not a foldspace rift, as he usually used to travel around: this portal is blue as the morning sky. Before entering he stops, looking back at the place he'd so long called home one more time)

Frieza: Ride on, guys. Cheers.

(The former mercenary steps through the inter-dimensional gate and vanishes into the light of a new beginning)


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TubHXvBDt0w

Closing time
Open all the doors and let you out into the world
Closing time
Turn all of the lights on over every boy and every girl
Closing time
One last call for alcohol so finish your whiskey or beer
Closing time
You don't have to go home but you can't stay here

I know who I want to take me home
I know who I want to take me home
I know who I want to take me home
Take me home

Closing time
Time for you to go out to the places you will be from
Closing time
This room won't be open till your brothers or your sisters come
So gather up your jackets, move it to the exits
I hope you have found a friend
Closing time
Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end

I know who I want to take me home
I know who I want to take me home
I know who I want to take me home
Take me home

Closing time
Time for you to go out to the places you will be from

I know who I want to take me home
I know who I want to take me home
I know who I want to take me home
Take me home

I know who I want to take me home
I know who I want to take me home
I know who I want to take me home
Take me home

Closing time
Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end