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<i>Fauntleroy</i>Fauntleroyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09309965726729405128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734714938469985598.post-61294076977510032252016-02-28T20:04:00.002-06:002016-02-28T20:04:52.194-06:00Something I'm working on.Gentle Reader,<br />
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Caril Ann Fugate, the girl who would become a legend, walked home from school on the afternoon of January 21, 1958. The skies over Lincoln, Nebraska were overcast that day, and night would come early, so Caril kept a brisk pace. She wasn’t walking alone, but her mind was wandering, and she barely followed the giggling conversation of her friends. She was tired after a long day, and her thoughts at that moment were of home and Mother and her baby sister Betty Jean, as well as the warm supper they would soon enjoy. Caril’s hair was in a ponytail and her friends wore sweaters under their coats. The cars that passed by on the street sported tailfins, chrome, and bright pastel paint. Caril was only fourteen, and she thought that the world was how it had always been and would always be. Well, aside from one significant change. Charlie Starkweather was no longer in her life.<br />
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There had been times, over the past year and a half of dating, when Caril wondered if she might marry Charlie Starkweather. She had loved him, she really had, and a part of her still did, in spite of his troublemaking. She’d cooked for him, she’d sat and talked for hours with him, and she’d held him and stroked his hair. She even ran around with him in the woods, with Charlie dressed up like an Old West sheriff, while they hunted for Indians, laughing like fools. Those outings weren’t the kind of thing that Caril told her friends about, and she’d known it was strange, but that was okay, because that was Charlie. Why shouldn’t they play? It would be too late when they were older, and besides, it hadn’t been all that long since Caril had played with dolls. No, Charlie wasn’t like the other boys, and sometimes this worried Caril, but it was also part of his appeal. Wasn’t it? Yes, she had always thought so. She’d really believed that, at least for a time. Now she wasn’t sure.<br />
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They’d done all of the normal things, too, of course. Charlie took her to movies and to the ice cream shop for malts. They sat on the floor and listened to records. Charlie even taught her to drive, and what trouble he was in when she accidentally damaged his car! They’d kissed plenty, too, though that was all. Sometimes he’d punch at the air and get that wild look in his eyes, like he was ready to bite, and Caril would watch herself then. But eventually the moment would pass, and she would ruffle his red hair and he would just be her Charlie again. Sometimes he would recognize how he’d frightened her and he would buy her something, maybe a stuffed animal or a soda pop. He would look at her, all timid like, as if he was afraid she might hit him, and she always understood that this was his way of apologizing.<br />
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Yes, for a year and half, that was how it had been. Then, things started to change. Charlie got upset with her more and more often. He was impatient and got jealous. Caril didn’t like that. She wanted Charlie to be nice to her, and besides, it wasn’t fair. She’d never done anything mean to Charlie. She’d never run around behind his back or given him cause to doubt her. Sure, her sister Barbara had tried to break them up a few times, but Caril hadn’t listened. Barbara would bring around other boys, but Caril didn’t give them the time of day, no matter how nice they were. Oh, how angry she’d been over that meddling from Barbara! Besides, it was Barbara who’d brought Caril and Charlie together in the first place, once she’d gotten tired of Charlie herself. It was all too much, it really was, how people could interfere. Caril was fourteen after all, and that was old enough to decide on her own which boys she liked. And that Charlie, didn’t he remember the one time he’d called it off with her, and how she’d cried and begged him to come back? Didn’t that count for anything? Didn’t she get any credit for her loyalty? How soon they forget, she’d said to herself.<br />
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But then came that one scary night after the movies, when they fought, and he roughed her up a bit. Yes, that was new. Charlie had been getting in fights since he was little, but he’d never touched Caril like that before. Not like he really meant to hurt her. And he did hurt her that night. She’d been too frightened to cry, but all the way home, while Charlie sulked in the driver’s seat, she knew that something had changed. She pressed herself tightly against the car door, holding her sore arm, and she could feel that new, frightening difference as she watched the streets pass by her. Charlie was no longer just her silly boy, her grown-up boy who liked to play in the woods. She was finally seeing a bit of the Charlie that she knew others saw: the peckerwood, the good-for-nothing punk, the bully. She didn’t want to see it, she really didn’t, but she did see it now, like it or not.<br />
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And hadn’t she seen it even before that night, if she was really honest? Yes, she supposed she had. Charlie liked to fight and other kids were scared of him, and maybe this should have worried her, but instead it made her feel safe. He was mocked for his attempts to ape everything James Dean did, right down to his hair and how he dressed, but she’d been drawn to his looks. She’d even liked his bad attitude, despite the ridicule it brought, and despite the warnings of others. If Charlie was her James Dean, then by god, she would be his Natalie Wood. This was what she told herself. And this was part of why it took her so long to be done with him. After all, she was the one who’d encouraged him in everything that he was, so how could she turn around and blame him now? She’d held his hand in the forest and asked him to tell her about himself, and he’d told her more than she’d dared to ask. He told her about how the woods sang to him, and how he wanted to get rid of all the people and just live in peace with the animals. He’d had tears in his eyes talking about the cruelty of other people, the unfairness of their endless rejections, but then he got that funny look again and Caril went silent until it was over, as was her way.<br />
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Still, despite everything, there was no going back after the night he hurt her. She hadn’t told her mother, and certainly not her stepfather, but she was sure that they knew something was wrong. Something had changed. Caril knew that her stepfather had never liked Charlie, and after that night, her parents put their feet down. Mother was gentler about it, but regardless, their decision was final. Charlie wasn’t welcome at the house anymore, and Caril wasn’t to ever go with him again. How surprised they were when Caril agreed.<br />
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Charlie came over that Sunday, when he finally realized that this wasn’t just a mood, that she really wouldn’t talk to him. Caril had been at the sink with her mother, washing dishes. Charlie stood in the doorway for a long time, begging her to turn around, to go for a walk or a drive with him. She was afraid to even look at him then; she couldn’t stand to see his tears, knowing it would make her weak. But she also dreaded seeing the angry, distant look that he gave her that night after the movies. Her hands were shaking as she wiped the dishes. She felt queasy, but having Mother at her side gave her a little strength.<br />
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Finally he asked her, did she really mean it? Did she want him to go away forever? And she took a breath and said yes, that was right, she never wanted to see him again. He stood there for a while, not speaking or moving. Finally Caril’s mother half-turned and asked him to leave. Her voice was soft, but her tone left no room for argument. Charlie stood there a moment longer, like he was thinking about what to try next, but then Caril’s stepfather came in from the other room. He didn’t say anything, but he didn’t need too. They were all pushing Charlie out, and he knew it. Finally he muttered something and flew out of the kitchen, the door slamming behind him. Only then did Caril realize that she’d been holding her breath. She set down her dish towel and let the breath out slowly, shakily. Mother patted her back and said, “Come on now, Caril, let’s get these finished.” They did the rest of the dishes in silence, and that was the end of it. They didn’t speak of Charlie’s visit after that, and only much later would Caril realize how the rejection by her parents had wounded Charlie. He’d secretly been bringing them little presents for over a year, always hoping to win their approval, and always knowing that he’d somehow failed. In time, Caril would understand that begging for approval was as close as Charlie got to feeling like he was loved.<br />
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School, which Caril never enjoyed, was a useful distraction over those next few days. Charlie wasn’t that far from her thoughts, but he was just far enough, and that was where she wanted him. Caril knew she would never forget Charlie Starkweather. She had loved him, despite everything, and he had loved her, too, in the strange way that he had. But she had also grown to fear him, and not only for his wild eyes and the explosive violence of his fists. Charlie had a secret, something that Caril alone in the whole world knew. Charlie was more than a rebel and a peckerwood. Charlie Starkweather was a murderer.<br />
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Caril wasn’t sure whether or not to believe Charlie, when he told her what he’d done. She supposed that she never really believed him all the way. One thing Caril knew about Charlie was that he loved to tell wild stories, and he was always willing to lie to protect himself. So when he told her that he was involved with the murder of the gas station attendant in Bennet, the one whose killing was all over the news, it was hard for her to accept. Even with everything Charlie had done, and all the trouble he’d been in, murder seemed like an impossible leap, an escalation beyond any reason. How could he do that? How could the frightened boy who’d cried on her bed really do something like that? Or even the silent, frightening boy with the cold stare and the quick fists, the one who punched at the air and clobbered those who crossed him, how could even he do such a thing? <br />
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But of course, being Charlie, he hadn’t quite told her everything. He said he’d gone to the gas station with friends, and that they’d done the killing while he merely took the money. Charlie often spoke of these dangerous friends, gangsters he said, who were out there running wild, doing big things like killing people. Yet Caril, for all the time she’d spent with Charlie, had never met them or even seen them. She wasn’t sure that they existed. And if they didn’t, then that meant that Charlie, despite his claims to the contrary, must be both the robber and the murderer. <br />
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He’d tried to butter her up, to soften the blow a bit, by giving her a little toy dog before making his confession. At first she’d cooed over the dog, but she forgot all about it as Charlie told her what he’d done that night, with his voice low and his eyes never quite meeting hers. She asked him if he’d hurt anyone else, and he said no, but he would only stare at the floor as he said it. And then, when she realized that he’d either stolen the dog from the gas station, or bought it for her with the stolen money, she’d put it up on a shelf with some other old toys and refused to look at it again. She couldn’t look at it, because looking at the little dog made her remember what Charlie had done to get it, and she could not let herself dwell too deeply on that, not at any cost. <br />
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Charlie’s story of merely robbing the dead man was a lie; Caril knew it had to be. Even so, the idea that Charlie could really kill someone was too big for her to get her mind around. And so she carried on, both believing and not believing, for several weeks. She found a way to shut the thoughts up behind a little door in her mind. The thoughts were always there, but they were quiet, sleeping, maybe waiting for the day when some other frightening revelation would wake them up again and demand action. Caril knew such a day might come, because it just wasn’t feasible to go on the way she was, but she was scared of what would happen then, so she didn’t push. She’d always been afraid of confronting Charlie, and also of ending their relationship. She was grateful at the end of every good date they had, when those considerations were pushed off into some vague and distant future. But then came the night after the movies, when her fears came home to roost and she saw the bad future clearly. Charlie was a killer, he really was, and he was capable of hurting even those he loved. Suddenly all of Caril’s previous fears about what Charlie might do to himself, or even to her, seemed petty. They could never compare to the horrors that she was imagining now. The gas station attendant had been cut down in cold blood. A man who did that was capable of anything.</div>
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These were Caril’s thoughts as she walked home from school on that cold January day with her friends. She imagined Mother and Betty Jean and the meal they would share. She bid her friends farewell and quickened her pace. She had no way of knowing that even her worst nightmares fell short of the truth, that this final rejection by Caril and her family was the very last one Charlie Starkweather could endure. She had no way of knowing that she was about to enter an empty house, devoid of life except for Charlie, who was waiting for her, hiding silently behind the door. She couldn’t imagine that her family was already dead, and that she’d already lived the very last normal day of her life. This was the first day of her new life, a strange and frightening one. Charlie was leaving behind him a trail of death, the stuff of legends that would echo down through the decades, and she would forever be a part of it, like it or not. There was no way, as she opened her front door, that Caril Ann Fugate could know any of that.<br />
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Version 3.2 of the General Leo Edition hack is here!<br />
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This version is nearly identical to 3.1, except that a lot of typos have been corrected. Right now I'm considering this the "complete and done" version of the hack.<br />
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That doesn't mean, however, that feedback opportunities are closed! ;)<br />
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Ever Yours,<br /><i>Fauntleroy</i>Fauntleroyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09309965726729405128noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734714938469985598.post-40180353627385921062015-11-29T19:26:00.000-06:002016-01-18T23:41:23.119-06:00Random Nostalgia Poop!Happy Thanksgiving!<br />
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<i>Fauntleroy</i>Fauntleroyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09309965726729405128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734714938469985598.post-67207101703611324342015-10-30T19:40:00.000-05:002016-01-18T10:07:00.213-06:00Some bad Transformers fanfiction.In 1986 I was seven years old, and totally obsessed with <i>Transformers: the Movie</i> and the post-movie cartoon episodes. My toys of the movie cast are pretty much the only childhood toys I still have (aside from LEGO, I am a LEGO maniac), and I think that whole experience with Transformers ended up being a significant moment in the development of my psyche.<br />
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Here is a post-movie "episode" I wrote a long time ago about Octane, the Decepticon smuggler who ended up working with the Autobots, if begrudgingly, in several post-movie episodes. I always loved this character, so it was fun to write as him, the Junkions, Cyclonus and the Sweeps, and so many of these other much-loved friends from another time.<br />
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The female Junkion in the story did actually appear on the show. I've included a screen capture for anyone who doesn't remember.<br />
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Octane's Errand<br />
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Cyclonus was called to Galvatron's throne room by the sounds of an argument. It was a common occurrence, and one where familiarity bred contempt. Cyclonus was a patient and thoughtful soldier, and his loyalty to Galvatron was unwavering, yet he could not escape a certain weariness. He was exhausted by his role of referee, and of the battle to calm Galvatron's temper. It was a battle which Cyclonus most often lost. He feared that each of Galvatron's fits brought the Decepticon army one step closer to rebellion, anarchy, and collapse. This was an outcome that Cyclonus was determined to prevent by whatever means necessary. So, while part of him wished to turn away, he instead paused for a moment at the doorway, so that he might steady himself and collect his nerve, and then he entered the great hall.<br />
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The room was filled with smoke and there was a fresh layer of debris scattered about the floor--detritus blasted loose from where Galvatron's fire had struck the walls and ceiling. Galvatron stood before his throne at the top of the dais. Before him knelt Scourge, and behind Scourge huddled the Sweeps. Scourge's posture was one of supplication, yet he faced his leader, whereas the Sweeps were bowed, faces to the floor, shaking.<br />
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"Why?" Galvatron bellowed. "Why have you failed me, Scourge?" Another barrage of cannon fire shook the room, and one of the Sweeps sobbed audibly. "Answer me, answer me now!"<br />
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"Mighty Galvatron!" Cyclonus shouted, moving quickly to the dais. "What has upset you? Why do you terrorize the Sweeps?"<br />
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"Cyclonus," Galvatron said quietly. He looked down at his lieutenant and paused for a moment, seeming to almost not recognize him. Then he spoke, his voice dangerously low. "Listen well," he said, "so that you might understand. The Sweeps have been tasked with the simplest mission: to find the traitor Octane and return him to me. Scourge’s informant has already provided the details of Octane's itinerary. And yet, day after day, these pathetic excuses for Decepticons return to me empty-handed!" Again the room erupted in gunfire. "This is inexcusable!"<br />
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"But Galvatron," Scourge said, struggling to be heard above the blasts that shook the room. "Octane is now under the protection of the Autobots. Finding him was easy enough, but taking possession of him is another matter."<br />
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"More excuses!" Galvatron hissed. He took several steps down the dais, finally meeting Scourge, as well as Cyclonus, who now stood at Scourge's side. "This is the last time, Scourge. I will no longer tolerate your incompetence, or that of your whimpering menagerie." Galvatron leveled his fusion cannon at Scourge's face.<br />
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Scourge recoiled in horror, his hands outstretched before him. "No, Galvatron, please!" he cried. "The Sweeps have served you well! You have our undying loyalty!"<br />
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Galvatron laughed and said, "Undying, Scourge? Let us put your boast to the test!"<br />
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"Mighty Galvatron, please stop this!" said Cyclonus. Delicately, with restraint and respect, he reached out to place a hand upon Galvatron's weapon. Slowly, carefully, he lowered the fusion cannon until it was pointed toward the floor. "What Scourge says is correct. Octane dwells among the Autobots. Additional force will be needed to apprehend him."<br />
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"Additional force, Cyclonus?" said Galvatron. "Very well, then. You shall accompany the Sweeps on their next attempt. And be forewarned, you will share their fate should they fail me again!" Once more the cannon was raised, and again the hall was pelted by rubble from above. "Now, out of my sight, all of you!" Galvatron screamed. "Do not return here without Octane in your custody. Go! Go now!"<br />
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Cyclonus grabbed Scourge by the shoulder and pulled him down the stairs. "Quickly," he whispered. "Everyone out." Cyclonus transformed and rocketed out of the hall, followed closely by Scourge, and then the Sweeps.<br />
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Once they were safely away, Scourge came along Cyclonus and said, "Thank you, Cyclonus. You've saved us from another of Galvatron's rages."<br />
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"His rage shall be nothing compared to mine," said Cyclonus, "if I find myself in that predicament again due to your bumbling. Now, tell me. Where can we find the despicable Octane?"<br />
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"He's been conducting cargo runs for the Autobots," Scourge told him. "His route is predictable. We'll have no problem catching up to him. It's getting past his Autobot defenses that's the trouble."<br />
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"We shall see about that," Cyclonus said. "Take me to him."<br />
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Octane did not enjoy being a courier. He was a dealer at heart, a haggler, sometimes even a smuggler. What he was not, however, was an errand boy. There was no joy in that type of work. On this day, for example, he was charged with delivering energon to the Autobot allies on Junkion. After that he would take a shipment of raw materials from Junkion back to Cybertron, and then on to Earth. It was dull, dull, dull. Octane didn't exactly fancy himself a warrior, or an explorer, or an intellectual, but he needed a bit more stimulation than what a stale supply run could offer him.<br />
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Yet, he cooperated with minimal complaint. Octane knew why he was being tasked with these missions. It wasn't simply the reason that Rodimus Prime had given him--that Octane's expertise as a fuel supplier made him particularly suited to such assignments. That was true enough, but the bigger reason was that the Autobots were testing Octane's resolve. Octane was no Autobot, and they knew it, but the Autobots were willing to bring Octane into their fold, so long as they were confident that they could trust him. And Octane, for his part, was willing to be trustworthy, so long as the Autobots continued to provide him with protection.<br />
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Octane was no fool, and he knew that he would be easy picking for Galvatron's henchmen the second he was left to his own devices. Octane was certain that Galvatron was still on his tail, and he knew that Galvatron could be very persuasive when he wanted something done. The Decepticons charged with finding Octane would stop at nothing to bring him in. Sadly, the only way out of it for Octane was to keep running his boring supply runs and just keep hoping that something more invigorating would be entrusted to him in time. Meanwhile, he was provided with enough peace and quiet to think more deeply on what, exactly, was to become of him. Octane couldn't see himself ever wearing the red Autobot brand, but nor could he imagine a return to the Decepticons. Galvatron and his lieutenants would never allow it, not after the stunts that Octane pulled with Trypticon and Starscream.<br />
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Octane had just supervised the loading of his ship by a trio of Junkions. One of them saluted Octane upon completion of the task and said, "The best part of waking up is cargo in your truck."<br />
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"Yeah, great," Octane muttered. "Thanks, whatever...." He quickly read through the shipment inventory. The last thing he wanted was to discover a mistake in the order upon his arrival at Cybertron, requiring a long trip back to Junkion and even more time spent with the natives, who Octane found particularly grating. He had just finished up when he was approached by Wreck-Gar and a female Junkion. Octane looked up and said, "Hi, Wreck-Gar. What is it?"<br />
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Wreck-Gar put an arm affectionately around the shoulders of the female and said, "Contestant Number One is a home economics major and battle-hardened warrior with a heart of gold. Not to mention the main squeeze of Wreck-Gar, who is not only Junkion's leader, but also a client. Debria, come on down!"<br />
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The female, whose name apparently was Debria, clasped her hands before her and said, "Thank you, Bob, I'm so excited to be here."<br />
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"So, what exactly can I do for you?" Octane asked dryly.<br />
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Wreck-Gar turned to his consort and said, "Debria, what is behind door number three?"<br />
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A panel in Debria's upper thigh slid back, revealing a hollow storage compartment. From this she removed a large yellow-green canister. It was made of a highly reflective material and appeared to have a cap or lid, though there was no obvious method of opening it. Debria held the canister tightly in both hands. She twisted and pulled at it with all her might, but the lid wouldn't budge. Finally she said, "I really shake it up, baby, and twist and shout, but all I end up with are these terrible dishpan hands."<br />
<br />
"So you can't get it open," Octane said. "But how can I help? If even Wreck-Gar can't open the thing, I won't be much use to you."<br />
<br />
"Stay tuned," Wreck-Gar said. He held up a small handheld television and quickly ran the dial through several channels. Eventually he stopped at one and handed the set to Octane.<br />
<br />
Octane found himself watching a commercial. He was looking at still shots of a massive warehouse filled with refrigerators, cleaning devices, and other equipment. There was also a narration.<br />
<br />
"Stop in for Crazy Sales Days with me, the Appliance King!" said a cheerful voice. "Televisions, blenders, microwave ovens, we've got it all! Not to mention garage openers, can openers, openers for everything! We've got it all right here, during Crazy Sales Days!" The still shots cut to footage of a smallish robot standing at the entrance to the warehouse. He was a golden yellow color and had a familiar insignia on his chest.<br />
<br />
"He's an Autobot," Octane muttered.<br />
<br />
"So stop by and see me, the Appliance King!" said the Autobot. "Come on in while supplies last! Conveniently located on planet Automatia. Your credits and energon are always good here! Tell 'em the King himself sent ya!" With that, the commercial ended and the screen cut out.<br />
<br />
"Okay, great," Octane said. "So you want me to take Debria to the Appliance King. Is that it?"<br />
<br />
"You got it, kemosahbee," said Wreck-Gar.<br />
<br />
"The chores, the stores!" Debria sang happily.<br />
<br />
Octane held up his hands, trying hard to keep the irritation out of his voice. There was nothing that he wanted more than to decline the request--politely if possible, impolitely if necessary. He knew of planet Automatia and it was well out the way if his next stop was Cybertron. Yet, Octane knew that the Junkions were considered Autobots, and that the relationship with Wreck-Gar was considered a top priority by Autobot leadership. Barring an emergency, Rodimus Prime would expect the request to be granted.<br />
<br />
"All right, all right, fine," Octane said curtly. "We leave in a few minutes. I need you to be ready to go. Otherwise, no promises. All right?"<br />
<br />
"Sharing is caring," Wreck-Gar said, his voice full of emotion.<br />
<br />
Debria leaned forwarded and planted a kiss on Octane's cheek. "I've always depended on the kindness of strangers," she whispered sweetly.<br />
<br />
"Gaaah, cut it out!" Octane cried, pressing himself back against the ship. "Just get inside and buckle up. Next stop, Automatia."<br />
<br />
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* * *</div>
<br />
Few Transformers could hope to outrun Cyclonus and the Sweeps, particularly over long distances, where both speed and endurance were pivotal. Cyclonus and his team were soon closing in on the expected location of Octane's shuttle, despite Octane's considerable head start.<br />
<br />
"Rendezvous in approximately 600 seconds," one of the Sweeps reported.<br />
<br />
"Prepare yourselves for combat," Scourge said. "Stay watchful."<br />
<br />
"I still do not understand why Octane has given you such trouble," Cyclonus said to the others. "He was never much of a fighter. Or a pilot, for that matter."<br />
<br />
"You don't understand," Scourge said. "The Autobots got wise after Galvatron's first few attempts on Octane's life."<br />
<br />
"Meaning?" But the question was answered soon enough, as the Decepticons found themselves under attack from behind. "Decepticons, scatter and return fire!" Cyclonus barked. The Sweeps flew off in all directions, but quickly regrouped behind Scourge and reversed direction. Cyclonus was right behind them. "What was that?" he asked.<br />
<br />
"There!" answered Scourge. "It's Skyfire!"<br />
<br />
The massive Autobot air warrior appeared out of the darkness, cannons roaring. The Sweeps quickly broke formation to escape the shots, then immediately regrouped. Cyclonus, still caught off guard, took a small hit to the left wing. The hit left no real damage but still managed to sting both body and pride. He cried out in frustration.<br />
<br />
"Back for another beating, are you?" Skyfire called with a laugh. "You Sweeps are even dumber than you look."<br />
<br />
"Blasted Autobot!" Cyclonus said, growling.<br />
<br />
"Now do you understand?" Scourge asked. "Sweeps, maneuver epsilon. Go!"<br />
<br />
Cyclonus could not immediately recall the details of maneuver epsilon, nor was he particularly curious. Instead he dove, then quickly brought himself upward, putting himself safely below Skyfire, and hopefully out of the much larger Autobot's line of sight. He then let loose a rapid volley of his oxidizing laser. Skyfire managed to dodge the bulk of the shots, but still took several hits to his aft section. "Ouch!" he yelped, but he managed to maintain his course, which had him headed directly for Scourge.<br />
<br />
"Sweeps!" Scourge called. "Prepare for maneuver--arrrgh!" Scourge was caught in mid-sentence by another blast from Skyfire, which sent him reeling.<br />
<br />
"About time you shut up," said Skyfire.<br />
<br />
"Our leader has been hit!" cried one of the Sweeps. "He has fallen!"<br />
<br />
"Sweeps, do not falter!" Cyclonus called to them. "Honor Scourge's bravery by matching it! Follow me!"<br />
<br />
The Sweeps fell in behind Cyclonus, taking on a classic V formation. It appeared that Skyfire would be caught in their shots, but he deftly rolled out of the way. He looped around for one more pass, moving above the Decepticons and raining missiles upon them. "Consider this my parting gift!" he said as he passed. Two of the Sweeps were hit and left damaged, though not destroyed. Cyclonus transformed and watched as Skyfire disappeared into the distance.<br />
<br />
"The coward retreats!" Cyclonus said. "Well done, Decepticons!"<br />
<br />
Scourge rejoined them, gripping a wounded shoulder. He was followed by the two injured Sweeps, who helped to support one another. "We've won nothing," Scourge said, glowering. "His purpose was to get us off of Octane's trail, nothing more, and he was successful."<br />
<br />
"Drat!" Cyclonus said. "Well, have you any idea of Octane's destination?"<br />
<br />
"Tough to say. He's been running errands to many planets lately, all of them allied with the Autobots. This area is the only point common to his routes. That's why we attacked him here."<br />
<br />
Cyclonus thought for a moment, then said, "He is likely en route to Cybertron, or perhaps to Earth, but we dare not approach either in our present state."<br />
<br />
"But what if he isn't heading there?" asked an uninjured Sweep. "Another planet might be less well defended. He might turn out to be an easier target."<br />
<br />
"Yes," said another. "And how pleased would Galvatron be then?"<br />
<br />
Cyclonus thought for a moment longer, then said, "Scourge. I think it may be time for another visit to your informant."<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
* * *</div>
<br />
Octane had never been to Automatia before, and he was immediately struck by how small it was. It was easily one of the smallest independent planets out there, little more than a space rock, really. Still, whoever ran the place had done a brilliant job of cultivating it. Automatia was primarily a world of robots, and like Cybertron, large portions of its surface were dominated by plains of smooth steel and cities filled with spire-like towers. Yet, other parts of it were covered in green parkland and small blue seas that gave it a marble-like appearance. It was quirky and whimsical and appealing. Definitely a magnet for tourists and shoppers, which Octane thought would probably suit the locals just fine, if the Appliance King was any indication.<br />
<br />
Octane was still utterly bored with the trip, despite the pleasant surroundings. He had said little during the flight over, as he did not wish to prompt Debria into conversation. Octane tended to be a loner anyway, and while the "TV talk" of the Junkions was intelligible to him, he found it maddening. Sometimes he wondered if the Junkions were capable of normal speech and simply preferred to talk in their bizarre fashion. If so, he thought their preference rude and unrelatable.<br />
<br />
Debria had said little herself, preferring the company of the onboard communications array, which was able to pick up the television broadcasts that her kind were obsessed with. This suited Octane just fine. It kept both of them out of trouble.<br />
<br />
As they approached Automatia, however, Octane could sense his companion's excitement building. "Octane, your friendly skies are good to the last drop," Debria said happily, as they set down vertically upon a helipad-style spaceport.<br />
<br />
"Yeah, thanks," Octane replied.<br />
<br />
Soon they embarked, and they found themselves in what was essentially a massive open air shopping mall. The place was crawling with visitors of all types, including humans and other organics, but consisting primarily of mechanical beings, including some Cybertronians. Octane wandered over to a five-sided directory that contained hundreds if not thousands of store names. He shrugged, feeling hopeless, then turned to Debria and said, "I don't suppose you happen to know where the Appliance King's store is. We could wander around here forever."<br />
<br />
Debria studied the directory, quietly muttering to herself, "Hmmm, where's the beef...?" Finally she looked up said, "Good junk is like friendship: rich, warm, and strong."<br />
<br />
"What's that?" Octane asked. "I don't get it."<br />
<br />
Debria opened a storage compartment in her side. She reached within and seemed to be digging for something in particular. Finally she pulled out a handful of old gears, nuts, bolts, and other mechanical trash that clearly was not related to her internal workings, but possibly might have been at one time. It was a disgusting display, at least by Octane's standards, and the sight made him take an involuntary step backward.<br />
<br />
"Debria, what are you doing?" he asked.<br />
<br />
Debria rolled the items around in her hands like dice. "Does she, or doesn't she?" she asked, then she threw the items onto the ground. Most of them landed flat, but there was one washer that landed on its side and rolled away from them. It picked up speed as it rolled, and it moved rapidly down one of the promenade corridors, eventually disappearing behind a corner. It definitely seemed to be pulled toward something, or perhaps to even be moving of its own volition.<br />
<br />
"Garbage, take me away!" Debria said cheerily. Then, after winking back at Octane over her shoulder, she ran after the washer.<br />
<br />
"Debria, wait!" Octane called, but she was already getting away from him. He had no choice but to follow her.<br />
<br />
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* * *</div>
<br />
Cyclonus allowed Scourge to lead their group to his source, and soon they found themselves back at Junkion. They alighted on a distant edge of the planet, far from Wreck-Gar's base. Cyclonus looked around but did not see any of the roughly-made structures that typically denoted the presence of the natives. Nor did he see any other sign of recent Autobot activity.<br />
<br />
"Surely your informant is not one of the Junkions," he said.<br />
<br />
"No," said Scourge, "but he is probably the next best thing. Follow me."<br />
<br />
They walked a short distance through a cave that was formed by various pieces of large machinery leaning against one another. Flight was impossible within, but at least they were shielded from outside observation. Soon they came upon the rusting hulk of a fighter ship that rested in an alcove of the cave.<br />
<br />
"Does someone actually live here?" Cyclonus asked. "I wouldn't have thought it possible."<br />
<br />
"Watch," said Scourge. He pressed a button, or appeared to, though Cyclonus could see nothing on the corroded skin of the ship that looked like a button. A hatch opened; it was just large enough for the Decepticons to pass through without ducking. The inside of the old ship was dark, but Cyclonus could see a smaller, newer ship resting within the hold of the larger, ruined vessel.<br />
<br />
"Ah, so that is how he survives here," he said. As he walked, a force field that he could feel more than see dissipated around them. "And it appears that we are welcome."<br />
<br />
"Well, he hasn't turned us away yet," said Scourge. "He's definitely the most reasonable being on this twisted planet, though that might only be saying so much."<br />
<br />
"I shall be the judge of his reasonableness," Cyclonus said darkly. "Now, let us enter."<br />
<br />
The interior of the ship was cluttered with all manner of odds and ends, but even so, it was surprisingly clean and brightly lit. Definitely not a Junkion then, this occupant, but perhaps picking up on certain Junkion ways. A portal along a far wall opened, revealing a skuxxoid that carried a dish towel in its hands.<br />
<br />
"Oh, hey, Scourge, how ya doing?" it said in its squeaky, nasal voice. "What brings ya back to Junkion?"<br />
<br />
"We are still in pursuit of Octane," Scourge said. "We were tracking him earlier today, but lost his trail. We're hoping you can tell us where he was headed."<br />
<br />
The skuxxoid smiled up at Scourge and said, "Yeah, yeah, I might have heard something, maybe. I might be able to remember at least a little bit, if ya pay me good, okay?"<br />
<br />
Cyclonus grunted in disgust and strode forward. He grabbed the skuxxoid by the collar and lifted it until the two of them could see eye to eye. "Listen here, vermin," he said. "I bring you an ultimatum of our own, from the mighty Galvatron. Tell us Octane's whereabouts, and quickly, and I may yet allow you to live." He then threw the skuxxoid to the ground and tried to wipe the unclean feeling from his hands.<br />
<br />
The skuxxoid landed hard and slid against the wall. It shook its head dizzily, then stood and primly smoothed its garments. After a time it looked at Scourge and said, "I think I prefer dealing with you, man, you know?"<br />
<br />
"I know," said Scourge, "but I suggest that you listen to him."<br />
<br />
The skuxxoid threw up its hands and said, "Okay, okay. I know a few things, and I'll tell you about them, all right? The Junkions found some kind of container out there, but they can't open it, okay? But they really want to know what's inside, see?"<br />
<br />
"And what is inside?" Cyclonus asked. "Do you have any indication?"<br />
<br />
The skuxxoid shrugged. "No way to know," it said. "So, Wreck-Gar asked Octane to take his lady friend to the Appliance King. If anybody can open that canister, the Appliance King can, okay?"<br />
<br />
"The Appliance King?" Scourge asked.<br />
<br />
"Yeah, he runs the consumer planet, Automatia. You ever been there? I can give you directions if you want, you know what I mean?"<br />
<br />
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* * *</div>
<br />
Octane had started to doubt that he would ever find Debria. He followed her down corridors and over causeways, through alleys and around various shops and stands. He could imagine no way that the little washer had made this journey, and he didn't think there was any rhyme or reason to the route that they were taking. Yet, after some time, Octane rounded a corner and found himself at the entrance to a wide plaza lined with fountains and tidily-groomed trees. In the center of this was Debria, smiling, and flipping the washer in her hand like a lucky coin. And beyond her in massive neon lights was a winking, blinking Autobot insignia, and a sign advertising that this spot was the palazzo of the Appliance King.<br />
<br />
"I don't know how you did it, and I don't care," Octane said to her. "I just hope you know the way back."<br />
<br />
"Oh, what a relief it is," she said. Then, taking his arm, she whispered, "Come on, Toto. We're off to see the wizard."<br />
<br />
The opulent exterior seemed an odd match for the spartan interior of the warehouse, which was absolutely vast. Neat rows of appliances stretched in all directions. Customers milled about and were attended to be flying drones with stick arms and saccharine smiling faces. One of these flew over to Octane and Debria and said, in a cheerful, childlike voice, "Good day to you! Would you folks happen to be the ones who just arrived in the Autobot shuttle?"<br />
<br />
"Ah, yeah, we are," Octane said. "We're here to see the Appliance King. Can you take us to him?"<br />
<br />
"Yes, yes, by all means!" said the drone. "Please come this way!"<br />
<br />
They were led to a door at the back of the warehouse, half-hidden behind various crates and shipping boxes. The door was obviously designed with a much smaller being in mind; both Octane and Debria had to stoop to fit through it, at which point the drone left them.<br />
<br />
Beyond the door was a small office. The Appliance King himself sat at a desk, watching himself on a television screen. Several broken or halfway assembled appliances lay strewn about on the desk, the floor, everywhere, in a scene reminiscent of Junkion. The office was windowless and lit only by florescent lamps that hung from the ceiling high above them.<br />
<br />
"Well, well, nice to see a couple of Autobots around here," he said. His voice was surprisingly deep and gravely, considering his small stature. "As you can see, I'm the Appliance King himself, but you can call me Hubcap. Autobots should be on a first-name basis, you know? So, introduce yourselves already."<br />
<br />
"This is Debria, an Autobot from the planet Junkion," Octane said.<br />
<br />
Debria curtseyed as if before real royalty. "You've doubled my pleasure and doubled my fun," she said reverently.<br />
<br />
Hubcap laughed and slapped his knee heartily. "Nice to meet you, too, Debria! And who are you, young fellow?" Just then Hubcap's face changed, and Octane quickly realized why: Hubcap's optics were locked onto the Decepticon emblem still emblazoned on Octane's chest. Hubcap jumped up, a laser pistol already in hand and ready to fire. "Hold it!" he shouted. "I don't take kindly to any double-dealing Decepticon bootleggers in my store!"<br />
<br />
"Wait, wait, wait, you've got it all wrong!" Octane said, holding up his hands. "Galvatron kicked me out of the Decepticons! I'm working with the Autobots now! I know Rodimus Prime personally, I really do! I've got references!"<br />
<br />
"Can you vouch for him?" Hubcap asked, cutting a quick glance to Debria.<br />
<br />
"Octane is tough on grease, but soft on hands," she answered, placing an arm protectively on Octane's shoulder. "You've met the rest, now meet the best."<br />
<br />
"Hmmm," Hubcap muttered. "Listen. Octane, is it? I don't like dealing with Decepticons. But if you're really working with the Autobots, then I can at least listen to what you have to say."<br />
<br />
Octane sighed and said, "Yeah, I wish you would, because I'm not the one that needs help, she is! Show him, Debria."<br />
<br />
Debria produced the mysterious canister from the storage compartment at her hip. She handed it to Hubcap, who turned it over in his hands, then tried to open it. "Shut tight," he said.<br />
<br />
"Obviously, that's why we're here," Octane said. "You have a reputation for being able to open just about anything with your gizmos."<br />
<br />
"Must have seen that stupid commercial," Hubcap muttered. "All right, all right. But this is one tough lid. It's gonna require some special attention. Let's step on out to the showroom floor. I might have just the thing."<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
* * *</div>
<br />
It was not long before Cyclonus and the Sweeps arrived at Automatia. They, unlike Octane, had little appreciation for the planet's aesthetic charms, and even less understanding of the excitement with which other lifeforms flocked to it.<br />
<br />
"Festering pit of mindless consumerism," Cyclonus said as they passed over bustling cityscapes. "It is no better than Junkion, but merely a different part in the same ruinous chain."<br />
<br />
"Look on the bright side," said Scourge. "There are only so many places to hide on such a small planet. And a lightly defended one, at that."<br />
<br />
"Your positivity is appreciated," said Cyclonus, "as is your insight. Sweeps, fan out and locate the traitor!"<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
* * *</div>
<br />
Octane, Debria, and Hubcap walked down the center isle of the appliance store showroom, surrounded on all sides by various tools and contraptions. Hubcap surveyed them thoughtfully as they passed, looking each over in turn and evaluating its usefulness. All the while he turned the canister over in his hands, fidgeting and twisting and trying to loosen its lid.<br />
<br />
Debria was enraptured by everything: the appliances, the crowds, and definitely the television monitors that filled the space above them as they walked. The TVs constantly blasted various commercials put together by the Appliance King, showcasing his wares and always prominently featuring his smirking golden face. Octane thought, this must be as close to paradise as a Junkion ever gets. As for Octane, his only interest was in completing his errand so that he could get back to his quiet, solitary, and peaceful routine.<br />
<br />
The King, to his credit, tried just about everything to get the canister open. Simple can openers were tried first, but the canister's metal skin was entirely resistant to them. Next came openers with acetylene torches, and laser torches, and all other manner of energy beams. Next came a giant two-armed crane, where the lid was taken in one arm, and the base of the canister in the other, with tremendous pressure applied to separate the two halves. Yet, even this mechanical behemoth's efforts seemed to have no effect. All the while Hubcap was getting more and more flustered. He started muttering under his breath, then cursing, then finally shouting in frustration. Debria followed him like a puppy, looking down at him with admiration glimmering in her eyes. Finally, however, Hubcap sank to the floor, the canister dropping and rolling to a stop beside hm.<br />
<br />
"Oh, Archie!" Debria whispered earnestly. "You can't stop the music. You're my only hope."<br />
<br />
"I'm sorry, missy," Hubcap said. He stared at the ground, not wanting to look her in the eye. "I've tried everything I can think of. I'm fresh out of options."<br />
<br />
Debria looked down at Hubcap for a moment, agape. She then turned to Octane and looked at him pleadingly. Octane only held up his hands. Debria frowned and stamped her foot. "Great balls of fire!" she said. "Wake up, America! We've got to turn the world on with our smile!"<br />
<br />
"I told you, I'm sorry!" Hubcap said. He looked up at her, but quickly turned his face back toward the floor. "I've never seen anything so stubborn. I just don't know what else to try."<br />
<br />
Octane growled, then threw his arms up in exasperation. "Are you kidding me?" he shouted. "I came all this way for nothing? Sure, I had nothing else to do, but that's not the point! I could be kicking back at Autobot City by now! Stupid piece of--!" He gave the canister a sound kick, which sent it flying across the showroom and into a wall. The canister bounced off the wall and rolled gently to a stop a few paces away from where Octane stood. Then, as the three of them watched, the canister's lid slowly turned in a corkscrew fashion, as if under its own power, and popped neatly off.<br />
<br />
"Well I'll be!" Hubcap said, leaping excitedly to his feet. "Well done, kid!"<br />
<br />
"Ahhh, sure, you're welcome," Octane said, stunned. "I guess. I don't know how it happened. You must have loosened it up for me."<br />
<br />
Debria rushed over to the canister and picked it up. She gave it a gentle shake, and five small glowing cubes fell into her hand.<br />
<br />
"Don't get mad, get glad," she said happily. "And look, a free surprise inside!"<br />
<br />
"Hey, are those miniature energon cubes?" Octane asked, quickly stepping over to get a closer look.<br />
<br />
"No," Hubcap said, approaching more slowly. "I've seen those before. You be careful with those, Debria."<br />
<br />
"Well, what are they, then?" Octane asked. "Come on, speak up!"<br />
<br />
"Those are--" Hubcap started to say. Just then, however, the entire complex was shaken by a loud explosion. "What in tarnation was that?" he shouted.<br />
<br />
One of the store's attendant drones flew over and said, "Your Kingliness, it's just terrible! Automatia is under attack by Decepticons!"<br />
<br />
Hubcap shot a dangerous glare at Octane. Octane threw up his hands again and said, "Don't look at me, I have nothing to do with it!"<br />
<br />
Hubcap grunted angrily and said, "Well then, darn it, here's your chance to prove what an Autobot you really are. Come on! I'm not letting those creeps wreck my store!"<br />
<br />
Octane, Debria, and Hubcap raced to the outdoor plaza. Much of the beautiful space was already littered with debris and scarred by laser fire. Trees were ablaze and patrons were running for the cover of nearby shops.<br />
<br />
Cyclonus passed low overhead. "Ah, Octane!" he said. "We've found you at last. Meet your fate, deserter!" With that he opened fire, followed closely behind by Scourge and the Sweeps.<br />
<br />
Octane dove for cover behind a large potted plant. Hubcap tackled Debria, knocking both of them out of the line of fire, though just barely.<br />
<br />
"So you were telling the truth after all," Hubcap said over the cacophony.<br />
<br />
"Yeah, thanks for finally getting it," Octane replied. Briefly he rose from his hiding spot to shoot a few rounds at a passing Sweep, but was then forced into hiding again by return fire. "What do we do now? You two don't even have weapons! I can't fight off the Sweeps by myself!"<br />
<br />
"Maybe you don't have to," said Hubcap. "Debria, quick! Give me those prison cubes."<br />
<br />
"Prison cubes?" asked Octane. "That's what was in the canister?"<br />
<br />
"Yeah," said Hubcap. "I've seen these things before. Nasty things. Old Quintesson devices. Haven't seen one in ages, but if there's somebody trapped inside, then maybe they’ll help us in exchange for saving them."<br />
<br />
"Well, how are you going to get them open?"<br />
<br />
Hubcap sighed and shook his head in disgust. "Don't insult me, son. I'm the Appliance King. I can do anything. Come on, follow me!"<br />
<br />
The three of them scurried back into the warehouse, keeping low, more crawling than running. Once inside, Hubcap sealed the door, then ran to one of the aisles of merchandise, where he quickly disappeared from view. He reappeared a moment later carrying something that looked to Octane like a laser pistol, but maybe also something like a hairdryer, and for all Octane knew, it might have been a peculiar combination of both. Hubcap motioned for Debria to throw the prison cubes on the ground, which she did. Hubcap then made a quick adjustment to the settings on his strange device, and fired a beam of light onto the cubes. The cubes began to glow from within and rapidly grew in size. There was then a flash of white light, and when the light dissipated, five robots stood where the cubes had been.<br />
<br />
"Hey!" Octane said, seeing a familiar insignia on each one of them. "You're Autobots!"<br />
<br />
"A'course we are," said a small, rather rough-looking Autobot with a militaristic green finish. "What's it to ya?"<br />
<br />
"How long have we been out?" asked another smallish Autobot, this one red in color. "It was like I was kind of unconscious, but not all the way. No fun!"<br />
<br />
"That's the last time I vacation with you bozos," said a blue Autobot. "An eternity with the Throttlebots? No thanks!"<br />
<br />
"Throttlebots?" Octane asked. "Hey, aren't you the team that disappeared while on a recon mission a while back? Yeah, I remember hearing about it!"<br />
<br />
"We didn't just disappear," said a white Autobot, his voice a whisper. "We were abducted by a Quintesson vessel out searching for Sharkitcon food." Turning to face his comrades he said, "I told you we were being followed! But you wouldn't listen, would you?"<br />
<br />
"Great, just great," said blue. "Now we'll spend the rest of our lives hearing Searchlight tell us that he's not really paranoid, because this one time, he was actually right about something."<br />
<br />
"I could care less, Freeway," said red. "Let's just get out of here already! I want to go home!"<br />
<br />
"Cool it, Chase," said green. "Where are we, anyway?"<br />
<br />
"No time for that!" shouted Octane. "We're under attack by Decepticons! Do you have weapons?"<br />
<br />
"Of course we have weapons!" bellowed the last of them, an orange fellow much larger than the rest. "We're professionals! We don't head into the field without our weapons thoroughly tested and prepared, and--"<br />
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"All right, all right, just get out there and shoot!"<br />
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"You heard the man, Wideload," said green. "Let's do our duty, boys."<br />
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"But Rollbar, why should we listen to him?" asked Searchlight. "He's a Decepticon!"<br />
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"Well, so are those creeps out there!" shouted Hubcap. "We can talk more once you've chased them away from my store! They're scaring away my customers, for Cybertron's sake! Now do something already!"<br />
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"Good enough for me," Rollbar replied. "Throttlebots, roll out!"<br />
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The Throttlebots transformed and rushed out onto the plaza, led by Rollbar, who had a jeep vehicle mode. He was followed by Searchlight, Chase, and Freeway, who each looked like sports cars, and then the lumbering Wideload, a dump truck. Octane followed them. Debria and Hubcap brought up the rear, now equipped with firearms retrieved by Hubcap.<br />
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"Ah, so the turncoat shows himself at last!" cried Cyclonus, as he swept in for another attack. "Sweeps, destroy him!"<br />
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"Not so fast!" shouted Rollbar. "Throttlebots, take them down!" The Throttlebots scattered, taking up defensible positions behind pillars, trees, and other obstacles. They opened fire on the Sweeps first, striking several of them. The unlucky ones flew out of control, smoke billowing from their wounds. Octane, Debria, and Hubcap took up a position of their own nearer the entrance to the warehouse, from which they began their own attack on the Sweeps.<br />
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"We're outnumbered!" Scourge called to Cyclonus. "Where did these other Autobots come from?"<br />
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Cyclonus ignored the question, instead shouting, "Decepticons, regroup and counterattack!"<br />
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The Sweeps fell into formation again behind Cyclonus. The Decepticons moved as one over the plaza and belted it with a fresh round of laser blasts. The explosions shook the entire area, sending the Throttlebots to the ground and scrambling for cover.<br />
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"Will they keep on ticking if they take such a licking?" Debria asked, her voice nearly drowned out by the sound of explosions.<br />
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"I, I don't know," Octane said. "They're getting slaughtered out there. I've gotta help them!"<br />
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"Octane, don't!" Hubcap cried, but it was too late. Octane transformed into his tanker truck mode and raced into the center of the square, immediately drawing the Decepticons' fire. Then, without slowing down, he transformed into his cargo plane mode and launched himself upward, toward his attackers.<br />
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"Fool!" Cyclonus bellowed as he and the Sweeps circled around for another pass. "Prepare yourself for oblivion!"<br />
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"For the glory of Galvatron!" cried one of the Sweeps as it directed its fire toward Octane.<br />
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"No!" said another. "I shall be the one to slay him!"<br />
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A third cried, "No, I shall be the one to sit at the right hand of Galvatron!"<br />
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"Wait!" Scourge cried. "Let Cyclonus have him! We mustn't take our attention off of the other Autobots!" But Scourge's orders were ignored, and only seconds later, he watched as his Sweeps were plastered with fire from the Throttlebots, which left them hurtling out of control and off the battlefield. "Idiots!" he boomed, but then he, too, was plastered with fire, and he cried out in frustration and pain. "Sweeps, retreat!" he called.<br />
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Cyclonus, meanwhile, was closing in on Octane. At hearing Scourge's cry, however, his concentration was broken. "What?" he asked. His split-second break in concentration was all the time that Octane needed to dive out of the way, leaving Cyclonus an easy mark for the Autobots on the ground. Cyclonus took several hard blasts to the same wing that had already been singed during his dogfight with Skyfire. Now he, too, cried out in alarm.<br />
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"We are outgunned!" he said to the others. "Retreat, if you still can! Live to fight another day!" Cyclonus watched as Scourge led his Sweeps away from the fight. He then transformed and, hovering high above the plaza, looked down at Octane. "This is not the end, Octane," he said gravely. "Your feud with Galvatron continues, and your feud with me is only beginning." With that he transformed back into his jet mode, and in seconds he had vanished from sight.<br />
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"Yeah, great," Octane muttered. "Looking forward to it."<br />
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"Well," said Rollbar, as he led the Throttlebots over to where Octane, Debria, and Hubcap stood. "You did great, kid. Never seen Decepticons go at it like that with each other."<br />
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"I think they would tell you that I'm not that much of a Decepticon," Octane answered.<br />
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Rollbar shrugged and smiled at Octane. "There are worse insults," he said.<br />
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Turning to Hubcap, Octane said, "Look, I'm really sorry about all the damage to your store."<br />
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Hubcap shrugged. "It's not the first time we've had trouble," he said. "I'm still an Autobot, you know. That tends to attract the weirdos."<br />
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Octane looked to Debria and said, "Debria, do you think your Junkion friends could help to fix this place up?"<br />
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Debria smiled and gave a thumbs-up. "Satisfaction guaranteed," she said.<br />
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"And how about you guys?" Octane asked Rollbar. "Want a lift back to Cybertron?"<br />
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"I thought you'd never ask," Rollbar answered. "Boy, what a report we'll have to file, huh?"<br />
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Hubcap stepped forward and said, "Before you go, I'd like to give you something, Debria. Here." He handed her the strange laser device that he'd used on the prison cubes. "You might need this, in case you find any more of those cubes on Junkion. I can't stand the idea of somebody being trapped in those little things."<br />
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Debria saluted and said, "You're the top of the charts, King Hubcap. Y’all come and visit us on Junkion sometime, you hear?"<br />
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"You got it," Hubcap said, and he gave Debria an affectionate slap on the shoulder. He looked around and shook his head, saying, “Well, this was one Crazy Sales Days that went a little crazier than planned.”<br />
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“No kidding," Octane said. “Anyway, I'll tell Rodimus Prime what happened here. Maybe we can do something to bolster Automatia's defenses. And, like Debria said, we'll have the Junkions swing by to help with the cleanup." He sighed, then turned back to the Throttlebots and said, with a shrug, "Well, I guess that's it then. Let's go home! Finally...."<br />
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Somewhere deep in space, Scourge and his Sweeps limped along behind Cyclonus. Very little was said for a long time. Scourge could feel anxiety building among his troops. Finally he had no choice but to ask the question on all of their minds.<br />
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"Cyclonus," he said. "Where are we going? This course will not take us to Chaar."<br />
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"Indeed it will not," Cyclonus replied, his voice monotone. "I dare not return to Chaar, considering our failure on Automatia."<br />
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"Y-you don't think that Galvatron will destroy us, do you?"<br />
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"It is a possibility."<br />
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"But we are his generals, his most loyal soldiers!"<br />
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“Yes,” Cyclonus said simply. "And from all appearances, we are the least competent as well."<br />
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"Then, what are we to do?" Scourge asked.<br />
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There was a long pause, then Cyclonus said, "We must devise a better plan for abducting Octane. Only with that errand completed shall Galvatron forgive us for our shortcomings."<br />
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"And what is that plan, Cyclonus?"<br />
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There was a much longer pause before Cyclonus finally said, "Here is how I see it, Scourge. You and your Sweeps have until we reach the next planetoid to come up with a strategy. Should you have none, or should your suggestions fail to impress me... then you shall not need to worry about what happens next."Fauntleroyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09309965726729405128noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734714938469985598.post-49853103303135995362015-09-30T19:28:00.001-05:002016-01-18T18:43:05.167-06:00DOWNLOAD - Final Fantasy VI: General Leo Edition Hack v3.1Gentle Reader,<br />
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Version 3.1 of the General Leo Edition hack is here!<br />
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This version is pretty ambitious, delivering a LOT of expanded scenes. It still feels very much like the original Woolsey translation, but it explores such questions as:<br />
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<li>Why was Celes branded a traitor?</li>
<li>Did Cyan know who Sabin was when they met?</li>
<li>Why can Celes sing like she does?</li>
<li>Did something happen between Setzer and Maria?</li>
<li>Where was Celes during the banquet?</li>
<li>Why was Relm in the cave on the Veldt?</li>
<li>And many more!</li>
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See the included readme for more details.<br />
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Enjoy! And as always, I'm happy to receive your feedback.<br />
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<a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download/kitq0bp31zwzs2l/leoHack01-18-16.zip">General Leo Edition Hack version 3.2 download</a> (Updated 1/18/16)<br />
<a href="http://www.romhacking.net/hacks/1619/">Romhacking.net article</a><br />
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Thanks for supporting the project! :)<br />
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Ever Yours,<br />
<i>Fauntleroy</i>Fauntleroyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09309965726729405128noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734714938469985598.post-67116986790302486942015-09-22T14:00:00.001-05:002015-09-22T14:00:10.541-05:00General Leo Edition v3.1 Update!Gentle Reader,<br />
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Watch this space for a hack release on October 1! The next release contains a lot of new dialogue and expanded scenes, as well as some new items and bug fixes.<br />
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Here are some preview images!<br />
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Ever Yours,<br />
<i>Fauntleroy</i>Fauntleroyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09309965726729405128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734714938469985598.post-52095159498548831182015-08-04T11:05:00.000-05:002015-08-04T11:05:34.999-05:00General Leo Edition: Opera ReduxGentle Reader,<br />
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I'm preparing to release Version 3.1 of the General Leo Edition hack. This will essentially be the final version, though I never entirely close the book on a project.<br />
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I've always been reluctant to edit the opera sequence because it is so iconic. Yet, it always bothered me that, despite the quality of Woolsey's translation, he's no poet, and the opera lyrics are decidedly un-operatic.<br />
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With my rewrite, I tried to bring an appropriate level of grandeur to the lyrics while maintaining the original theme and tone, and also tying it all back to Final Fantasy in a cool way. Hope you like it!<br />
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Ever Yours,<br />
<i>Fauntleroy</i>Fauntleroyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09309965726729405128noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734714938469985598.post-5198741599680262982015-07-26T18:48:00.003-05:002015-07-26T18:52:06.665-05:00Coolest Thing That Ever HappenedGentle Reader,<br />
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This was probably the coolest thing that ever happened to me.<br />
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A friend and I went on a day trip to a small town about 30 miles away. Our primary purpose was to visit a friend's grave, as her birthday just passed. But on our way we happened across a late 50s/early 60s era motel near the side of the highway. We decided to check it out on our way back... and we were completely blown away by what we found.<br />
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First, here's what we saw when we pulled into the gravel driveway/courtyard space...<br />
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I'll be honest, it was a little spooky. But my curiosity about what waited inside was overpowering.<br />
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A look around the grounds...<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Unfortunately, it was empty.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Enjoy that refreshing new feeling!"</td></tr>
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We approached and found that, while all of the doors were locked, most of the windows had open curtains, allowing an easy look inside.</div>
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And here's what we found... ALL THE VINTAGE FURNITURE AND APPLIANCES WERE STILL INSIDE!!!<br />
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At this point I felt an almost overwhelming urge to jimmy one of those ancient locks. But we were stopped short by the realization that the old motel office, which sits at the end of the row of cottages, is actually someone's house. A little research after the fact revealed that the motel owner's widow, who is in her 90s, still lives there. Once we realized that the place was occupied, we left right away, having no desire to frighten or bother anyone.<br />
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Okay, but aside from that... wow. I have wanted to find something like this my entire life. I would guess that the rooms have been shut up for at least 30 years, but they were in remarkably good shape. Yes, there was dust, and a few of the bedspreads showed evidence of creeping mold (especially beds next to windows). But the overall impression was of a cute, well-maintained, much-loved little motel. The people who closed it down at the end of the final season did so with care, perhaps thinking that they might reopen next year.<br />
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I'm not going to post a picture of the sign or reveal the name, in the interest of keeping the occupant from having unwanted visitors. But, upon googling the name, I was stunned to find that most sites list it as open despite the fact that it has clearly been shut up for decades. Only Yelp accurately listed it as closed. So... if you're passing through Nebraska perhaps you will find it unexpectedly while looking for a room. In which case you are in for one spooky shock, my friend!!!<br />
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I would just about kill for one of those alarm clocks or end tables. Maybe there will be an auction someday? I can only hope!<br />
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Ever Yours,<br />
<i>Fauntleroy</i>Fauntleroyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09309965726729405128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734714938469985598.post-14982125492569264102015-07-19T14:41:00.000-05:002015-07-19T14:41:05.021-05:00Current Project: Super-Ambitious Earthbound HackGentle Reader,<br />
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Let's just jump back into things by announcing a new project: a total top-to-bottom hack of Earthbound, resulting in a brand new adventure with an all-new story!<br />
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The game takes place in the same world as the other Mother games, but it is not directly connected to them, instead focusing on new characters in a new setting.<br />
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I expect the game to be perhaps 70% the length of Earthbound and to be about 50% complete. No timetable on release, sorry, I do have a life outside of my hobbies. ;)<br />
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Here are a few screenshots to give you an idea of what's cooking. Feel free to post any questions you have about the project.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our unassuming silent protagonist.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And his equally unassuming neighbor.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">First World problems.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It's not always a friendly world, is it?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The legendary Carcrushosaurus.</td></tr>
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The fun thing about working on an Earthbound/Mother project is trying to capture that unique voice and humor, as well as the distinctive blend of cute and scary, innocent and sad, salty and sweet. It's definitely a special challenge but also a very satisfying one to tackle.<br />
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By the way, I would be remiss not to throw out a plug for <a href="http://www.mother4game.com/">Mother 4</a>, an entirely unofficial Earthbound sequel, not a ROM hack but a built-from scratch product, currently in production. Check it out if you haven't already!<br />
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Ever Yours,<br /><i>Fauntleroy</i>Fauntleroyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09309965726729405128noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734714938469985598.post-6785273716348912982015-07-01T18:18:00.003-05:002015-07-01T18:18:56.478-05:00Aaaaaaand... we're back.Whole life changed. Wow. Quite a year.<br />
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See you soon. <br />
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Ever Yours,<br /><i>Fauntleroy</i>Fauntleroyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09309965726729405128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734714938469985598.post-85666592167223150372014-06-01T11:21:00.001-05:002015-06-23T16:12:48.654-05:00DOWNLOAD - Phantasy Star II Modernization Hack v2.0Gentle Reader,<br />
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Version 2.0 of my Phantasy Star II Modernization Hack is now available!<br />
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Updates in this release:<br />
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<li>Improved character balancing</li>
<li>Restoration of a dummied-out enemy</li>
<li>Lots of menu and text cleanup</li>
<li>Various minor improvements</li>
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The download file contains setup instructions. Please share any bug reports or other feedback!<br />
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<a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download/w8575xo8xgv7ucd/psiiModern06-23-15.zip">Phantasy Star II Modernization Hack Verson 3.0 download</a> (Updated 6/23/15)<br />
<a href="http://www.romhacking.net/hacks/1404/">Romhacking.net Article</a><br />
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<i>See Also:</i><br />
<a href="http://mercyofcallouses.blogspot.com/2013/06/phantasy-star-ii-modernization-hack.html">Original Article</a><br />
<a href="http://mercyofcallouses.blogspot.com/2013/06/preview-phantasy-star-ii-modernization_15.html">Preview #1</a><br />
<a href="http://mercyofcallouses.blogspot.com/2013/06/preview-2-phantasy-star-ii.html">Preview #2</a><br />
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Ever Yours,<br />
<i>Fauntleroy</i>Fauntleroyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09309965726729405128noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734714938469985598.post-22805131343688043122014-05-31T20:42:00.001-05:002014-06-01T11:22:41.210-05:00Maleficent: My Review (Spoilers)Gentle Reader,<br />
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I just saw it, and... I LOVED IT.<br />
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I'm not a Disneyphile, but I've always had a soft spot for the 1959 adaptation of<i> Sleeping Beauty</i>. It's so gorgeous and quirky, and Maleficent is a wonderful villain. I wasn't at all sure what I was going to think of this movie, especially after some of the rather murky reviews, but I was pleasantly surprised. Honestly, I left the theater thinking that critics who said the story was too jumpy or vague must not have been paying close attention.<br />
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Yes, the visuals are stunning, but beyond that, the story has an emotional depth that took me by surprise. One thing you should know straight up: this movie is definitely NOT an attempt to show what was happening "off camera" during the original 1959 movie. It's actually an entirely new story, but with lots of overlapping elements. I was put off by this at first, but ultimately, I think it was the right choice. Yes, there are a lot of changes to the narrative, and yes, some classic elements of the original story are left out, but that's acceptable in a reboot, which is what this really is.<br />
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A few things I didn't like: 1.) The old white-haired king is Stefan's predecessor, not his best friend, and he is not the father of Prince Phillip. 2.) The names of the fairies were changed. The new names are cool and very suitable for fairies, but I thought they should at least be called Flora, Fauna, and Merryweather during the time that they are in disguise. 3.) Aurora's mother dies off-camera for no apparent reason. (Protip: living characters are more interesting than dead ones, so only kill them if there's some payoff in the story.)<br />
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The things I loved were too numerous to mention. For me, though, the best part is how they totally lampshaded the idea that Aurora and the prince could be in "true love" after one five minute meeting. Also, it's cool to think that a lot of this backstory, though certainly not all of it, is applicable to the Maleficent from the 1959 movie (and I'd argue that this is in fact the case, canonically speaking). It gives a lot of added depth to an already awesome character.<br />
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For me, the biggest moment of getting chills was when Lana Del Rey's version of "Once Upon a Dream" played, when the ending credits began, and I realized that, in this version of the story, the lyrics are actually about Aurora and Maleficent, not Aurora and the prince.<br />
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My rating: 4/5 stars. Go see it!<br />
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Ever Yours,<br />
<i>Fauntleroy</i>Fauntleroyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09309965726729405128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734714938469985598.post-18985022334559197562014-05-09T18:22:00.005-05:002014-05-09T18:22:59.301-05:00I GOT THE JOB!So yeah! I got the job! ^_^<br />
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Now I have two weeks of normalcy to look forward to before I begin my amazing new career! So, if you've been waiting on things from me for, like, a month... 1.) My apologies! 2.) Watch for my communication to be back to normal after the weekend. This weekend is actually my best friend's birthday weekend, so I'll still be a bit tied up until Sunday night.<br />
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So happy! So exhausted!<br />
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Talk to ya later!Fauntleroyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09309965726729405128noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734714938469985598.post-59743362430721503502014-04-25T20:35:00.001-05:002015-10-04T18:40:31.290-05:00My Top Six Retro Commercials!Gentle Reader,<br />
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Okay, admit it. Don't we all really love retro commercials? Especially ones that we remember from our childhoods? Don't we all have jingles in our heads for products that were discontinued 20 years ago? Well, maybe it's just me, but even if so, I'm dragging you all down the rabbit hole of retro madness by presenting my top six super old commercials. These are all commercials that I remember from my childhood, ranked in order of the total nostalgia points that they rack up with me.<br />
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Cherry 7-Up, circa 1988</div>
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I posted this one here before. I hate cherry soda but I'm in love with her eyebrows.</div>
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Dimension Shampoo, circa 1985</div>
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It's Courtney Cox! Now remember, girls... Dimension! That's all you gotta do!</div>
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Jordache Jeans, circa 1978</div>
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Little bits of the 70's held on until around the time I went to kindergarten.</div>
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Whatchamacallit, circa 1987</div>
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This still runs in my head whenever I eat a delicious Whatchamacallit.</div>
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Miller Lite, circa 1992</div>
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This blew my mind at the time. Still an amazing commercial IMHO!</div>
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Stetson, circa 1990</div>
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My favorite commercial of all time. I hoped for years they'd bring it back!</div>
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All right, all right, that's enough for now. But, feel free to share your own favorites if ya got 'em!!!<br />
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Ever Yours,<br />
<i>Fauntleroy</i>Fauntleroyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09309965726729405128noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734714938469985598.post-29038902020485773812014-04-25T20:15:00.001-05:002014-04-25T20:15:12.863-05:00Where I've been...If you follow this blog then you know that I try to keep it updated every month. So, where was I in April? Well, to make a long story short, I am up for what might be the job of a lifetime. It's been round after round of interviews and tests and now I'm in the final round. It is my impression that I'm the odds-on favorite although the decision has not yet been made.<br />
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The interview process has largely consisted of the creation and delivery of presentations to senior executives regarding hypothetical incentive programs for employees. I've had to develop these programs, document every step of how I would manage them, and then give a first-class presentation to senior management. It's been quite stressful and time consuming so all of my other projects are totally on hold for the moment. So... if you haven't heard from me and are still waiting on things... this is why!<br />
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Anyway, I'm hoping that I'll have an answer on all of this within the next 5-10 days. Wish me luck...!Fauntleroyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09309965726729405128noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734714938469985598.post-1249280521210904202014-04-06T17:09:00.000-05:002014-04-06T17:09:35.041-05:00Playable Golbez Edition let's play!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Check it out! You know you want to...<br />
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Hopefully Magrail1982 will hang in there long enough to get to the new content. :) Not too much new stuff in the opening stages. (It gets better, I swear!)Fauntleroyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09309965726729405128noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734714938469985598.post-5321449608371809062014-03-31T21:52:00.003-05:002014-03-31T21:52:27.073-05:00In the mood for a short story?Read this.<br />
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<a href="http://bookza.org/book/1322804/73651b">"Descending" by Thomas Disch</a><br />
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One of my all-time faves. Just found a copy online.<br />
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It's quite short and a total trip. Let me know if you read it!<br />
Fauntleroyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09309965726729405128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734714938469985598.post-28089119808281409432014-03-24T19:40:00.004-05:002015-01-01T20:16:49.711-06:00DOWNLOAD - Final Fantasy IV: Golbez Edition Hack v2.0Gentle Reader,<br />
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Version 2.0 of the Playable Golbez Edition hack is now available!<br />
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New to this release:<br />
<ul>
<li>New battle commands for Golbez</li>
<li>Refinement to other commands, including Tears and Regen</li>
<li>Completely reworked "who can equip what" tables</li>
<li>Special surprise at the end of the Sylvan Cave! </li>
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Click here to download:<br />
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<a href="https://www.blogger.com/Download%20the%20latest%20version%20of%20the%20hack%20here:%20%20http://www.mediafire.com/download/lh35gl2dks85po0/golbezHack10-01-14.zip">Golbez Edition Hack version 2.1 download</a> (Updated 10/1/14)<br />
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<a href="http://www.romhacking.net/hacks/850/">Romhacking.net article</a><br />
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Thanks!<br />
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Ever Yours,<br />
<i>Fauntleroy</i>Fauntleroyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09309965726729405128noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734714938469985598.post-2502376843339281772014-03-09T21:13:00.000-05:002014-03-09T21:13:20.227-05:00Shakespears Sister<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>Goodbye Cruel World</i><br />
<i><i>Artist: Shakespears Sister</i></i><br />
<i><i>Album: Hormonally Yours </i></i><br />
<i>Label: London Records</i><br />
<i>Release: 1991</i><br />
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<i><i>Stay </i></i><br />
<i><i>Artist: Shakespears Sister</i></i><br />
<i><i>Album: Hormonally Yours </i></i><br />
<i>Label: London Records</i><br />
<i>Release: 1992<i> </i></i><br />
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<i>I Don't Care</i><br /><i><i>Artist: Shakespears Sister</i></i><br />
<i><i>Album: Hormonally Yours </i></i><br />
<i>Label: London Records</i><br />
<i>Release: 1993</i><br />
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Fauntleroyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09309965726729405128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734714938469985598.post-20773504626245256022014-03-02T20:26:00.000-06:002014-03-02T20:27:34.034-06:00ROM hack discussion!Gentle Reader,<br />
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Happy March, everyone! Just wanted to give a quick update on my ROM hacks and related projects.<br />
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First, I am still working on the next release of the <a href="http://www.romhacking.net/hacks/850/">Playable Golbez Edition</a> hack, and I still expect it to be out some time in March. Updates in this release will include: new commands and abilities for Golbez, repairs to a few minor glitches, a total revamp of who can use what equipment (it never made sense that Golbez could use claws but not rods), and a new optional mini-boss who drops an incredibly cool item.<br />
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Secondly, I'm also working on a new version of the <a href="http://www.romhacking.net/hacks/1619/">General Leo Edition</a> hack that was prompted by the let's plays done by <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s0Q5bvc7oY0">Magrail1982</a> and <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9Bfraz8TIcY">BohepansTheThird</a>. Watching these playthroughs alerted me to the existence of various minor bugs, but also gave me ideas on additional ways to improve the hack. I'd watch for this update within the next few months.<br />
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Lastly, I'm also working on the next release of the <a href="http://www.romhacking.net/hacks/1404/">Phantasy Star II Modernization</a> hack, and I would expect that release some time this summer.<br />
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And, just for the sake of completion, I'll also mention my <a href="http://mercyofcallouses.blogspot.com/2012/12/update-final-fantasy-iv-kain-unhelmeted.html">Kain Unhelmted</a> mini-hack. :)<br />
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I really enjoy doing hacks and so sometimes I get to thinking about what other hacks I could potentially tackle in the future. (Any requests...?)<br />
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I've already mentioned my concept for a <a href="http://mercyofcallouses.blogspot.com/2013/11/general-beatrix-edition.html">General Beatrix Edition</a>, but I think it will be a few years yet before the hacking tools are available to make that kind of project realistic.<br />
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Another idea I had was for a Playable Gilgamesh Edition of Final Fantasy V, where Gilgamesh would be the final team member, rather than Krile. The two obstacles to this are: a relative lack of hacking documents and tools compared to games like IV and VI, but even more importantly, the herculean task of drawing all of those damn battle sprites from scratch. I mean, that would be a real nightmare, and I just don't know if I'm up to it.<br />
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My other dream project would be to take Dragon Warrior III for the NES and convert it into an upgraded Dragon Warrior II. I know that a lot of people hate on Dragon Warrior II, and I get that, because in many respects it is the weakest entry in the series. But, it was the first RPG that I ever became completely obsessed with, and I would love to reimagine it. The advantage of using III as the base is that it would allow me to have way more spells and items, way more monsters with more sophisticated AI, a day-night cycle, a larger world with more towns and dungeons, and finally, and most importantly... the ability to have more than three party members, as well as a means of easily changing the party lineup. I really get excited when I think about this project so maybe I'll tackle it one day. I should at least write up a post talking about what I would put into such a hack.<br />
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Anyway, thanks for listening, and I'll see y'all around!<br />
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Ever Yours,<br />
<i>Fauntleroy</i>Fauntleroyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09309965726729405128noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734714938469985598.post-3934492179257327262014-02-24T21:50:00.002-06:002014-02-24T21:50:38.561-06:00The Great Pretender<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>The Great Pretender</i><br />
<i><i>Artist: The Platters</i></i><br />
<i>Label: Mercury Records</i><br />
<i>Release: 1956</i>Fauntleroyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09309965726729405128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734714938469985598.post-35740359661156623902014-02-20T19:10:00.001-06:002014-02-20T19:10:17.960-06:00Rosa and Cecil<i></i><br />
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Rosa and Cecil share a tender moment in Cecil's room.<br />
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This isn't mine, but I really, really wish it was.<br />
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Sorry if you don't get the joke.Fauntleroyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09309965726729405128noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734714938469985598.post-82863535952318555432014-02-14T22:17:00.000-06:002014-06-01T11:22:18.633-05:00(*gasp*) Why... it's Maleficent!Gentle Reader,<br />
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I'm not a huge Disney fan, but I've always had a big soft spot for Sleeping Beauty.<br />
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I was pretty dubious about the whole concept of a movie based on Maleficent, especially once I heard that Angelina Jolie was cast in the title role (it just seemed like an odd fit). But, having seen this trailer, I am not only won over, but in fact OBSESSED with the whole thing. I can't wait!!!<br />
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Ever Yours,<br />
<i>Fauntleroy</i>Fauntleroyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09309965726729405128noreply@blogger.com0