Wherein Falcon punches out Cthulu

[raced_god]

Well. That was fun.

I'm back, in case anyone needs me. Or something.

[Perhaps your character was the type to catch some of the F-Zero Grand Prix on TV this week. If they did, they may have seen the strange events of the last race on Friday, where Falcon's victory was interrupted by a brain in a jar, traveling by giant purple death bubble. And then some other stuff happened and everything was broadcast on intergalactic television and Sega ruined F-Zero forever.

Also, Racing God is a total troll.]
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I have this. Thing. That we should maybe take a look at. When you have a chance.
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If you, um...wanted to talk about anything...
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[HONEY I'M HOME.

Falcon more or less bursts in the door. He looks a little shellshocked, like something either EXTREMELY HORRIBLE or EXTREMELY WEIRD or perhaps BOTH has just happened.

He has a belt.]

Comments

[TO THE FALCON CAVE wait no that's horrible]

[icequeen-aran.livejournal.com]

[THAT'S FUNNY SOMEONE WAS JUST ON THE VERGE OF NOT BEING ABLE TO CONTAIN HERSELF ANYMORE AND WAS JUST ABOUT TO WALK OUT THE DOOR. You can bet your bottom dollar she was glued to that TV all week and watching Deathborn Sir Cheap Imitation Mother Brain in a Jar Guy try to curb stomp Falcon was not easy. She is armed to the teeth and by that I mean the Power Suit is super shiny today. Shiny with rage.]

...!

[icequeen-aran.livejournal.com]

[AND RELIEF]

Falcon!?

[raced_god]

[OH HEY BABE nice robot suit. Falcon maybe looks a little surprised to see her filling the doorway with the power suit on WHAT IS THE OCCASION. It makes for many difficulties trying to get inside.]

Hi.

[icequeen-aran.livejournal.com]

[Jeesus Christ it's a Falcon get inside. SHE GLANCES AROUND TO MAKE SURE THERE ARE NO OTHER VISITORS WITH FALCON before bringing him inside and the suit does that mysterious dematerializing into thin air thing. And then a hug.]

Are you alright? [PULL BACK AND EXAMINE] Are you hurt? [She notices THE BELT.] Is that...?

[raced_god]

[Nope, it's just Falcon. Once the power suit is out of the way and they are inside he gives her the biggest hug ever that maybe involves lifting her off the floor a little bit.]

I'm okay, see? [He is actually not hurt! At her inquiry, he holds out the belt, which she might notice is not exactly the same belt he received for winning the Grand Prix. HOW MYSTERIOUS.]

[icequeen-aran.livejournal.com]

[He is not hurt that is so good, so she can relax a little and enjoy that hug. Yeah that belt looks. Slightly different. And Falcon certainly looked distressed about something despite appearing okay otherwise.]

...It looks a lot different on TV. [She's reaching out to touch it.]

[raced_god]

[Woops, nope. Falcon pulls that sucker away before she can touch it.]

It was different on TV. [Yeah 'cuz that's not cryptic at all.]

[icequeen-aran.livejournal.com]

[I EAT CRYPTIC FOR BREAKFAST AND YOU KNOW IT.]

What happened?

[raced_god]

A lot of things.

[We are going to go up to the kitchen table for storytime.]

Black Shadow was working for someone, to start.

[icequeen-aran.livejournal.com]

[To the kitchen table they go--where she disappears only momentarily to fetch a couple of beers.]

That man who appeared in a stupid looking red cape and even stupider looking bubble called himself "Deathborn"?

[raced_god]

Yeah. It was a stupid looking cape.

[Storytime!]

When F-Zero was suspended, a lot of racers went underground. Some of them stayed there. So now you've got the reinstated Grand Prix, with new rules that are supposed to keep us all from getting killed again. And you have the underground, which is exactly what it sounds like. No rules. Sometimes I make busts down there, depending, but I didn't know who was running the show until now.

[tank-rockarms.livejournal.com]

I tried watchin' your thing on the TV while workin' out.

Is it always as weird as all that? Purple brains and stuff?

[raced_god]

No, the purple brain was new, actually.

[icequeen-aran.livejournal.com]

He challenged you to a race, I assume on his own turf then, since Black Shadow couldn't beat you. [That is slightly disturbing to think about, for how badly Black Shadow injured Falcon when he managed to catch him off guard, and this Deathborn guy struck him down with a literal flick of his hand... an underground race with him must of been exceedingly dangerous.]

So is that belt the result of an underground race? [Obviously Falcon won... right?]

[tank-rockarms.livejournal.com]

Oh alright. I thought I just wasn't payin' enough attention or somethin', I was sorta only watchin' outta the corner of my eye.

So. What's up with the purple brain?

[boxingmidget.livejournal.com]

[He was watching the whole thing and thinking it was totally super duper awesome until...what was that?]

You really did awesome, sir! I watched the whole thing! It was so cool!

But, uh, you gonna really race that other guy...?

[prrrrrivate]

[ionianmode.livejournal.com]

[SO. At first, Ionia totally wasn't even gonna watch the Grand Prix because she was so mad at Papa. But c'mon, it's the Grand Prix. She couldn't not watch. She caved after like, ten minutes. Gosh it sure is lucky she didn't miss Krang's redneck NASCAR brother showing up.]

Papa! Was that one of the bad guys?!

[camo-box.livejournal.com]

[Snake was totally flipping through channels. It's not at all like he intended to watch an F-Zero race or anything like that, but found that he was rather unable to look away. That brain. That brain floated away in a giant purple ball. What was that all about.]

So.

Congrats on the win.

Private

[raced_god]

Remember when I told you there was someone at the school who wanted to kill me?

He was working for the purple brain.

Re: Private

[tank-rockarms.livejournal.com]

Oh, so he was like Von Bolt, then.

Did you kick his ass?

[raced_god]

Thanks, Mac.

I, uh. I already did. And all I got was this stupid belt.

Re: Private

[raced_god]

Von Bolt?

Yes. I think.

He fell into some lava.

Re: Private

[tank-rockarms.livejournal.com]

Uh, bunch of guys tryin' to kill us / take over the world. They were headed by a girl named Kindle but then we found out when we attacked their final base that she was just workin' for this guy with his head in a jar and a floatin' chair named Von Bolt.

That usually kills a guy.

[raced_god]

Yes. But he's gone now. Hopefully maybe.

I brought back some things for you.

Re: Private

[raced_god]

Ah, okay.

That's what I'm hoping. But seeing as he was already a brain in a jar and the guy he employed often proved unkillable, I don't really have high hopes for his mortality.