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The Romance of Dr. Shiney: A Text Based Musical - Part 1
This is the first part of something that's been poking at my brain for a while. A mad science musical, starring my "villain" over on the Gaming Guardians Fora. Dr. Shiney, the mad scientist. (If you want to read his profile, click here.)
Dr. Shiney was in his moonbase, a couple miles above the surface of Toon. He was, as usual, in the laboratory. And less usually, he was singing. The blame for this must lie almost entirely on his new business partner, who had sent him an iPod. Luckily his business associate lived a couple dimensions over and nearly all the other occupants of the moonbase were robots, because none of Dr. Shiney's genius reached his singing.
"...I'm so empty, but I'm way too smart for you, even my henchmen think I'm crazy, I'm not surprised that you agree, If you could find some way to be a little bit less afraid of me, you see the voices inside my head tell me I shouldn't kill you..."
"They never do appreciate the monsters," Dr. Shiney muttered, as the song finished. A shiny light blinked insistently on a shiny console across the shiny lab. The moonbase was entirely decorated in shades of shiny. What do you want from a mad genius? Said mad genius sighed and pushed off from the shiny desk. His shiny office chair scooted across the shiny floor until it bumped gently into the shiny console. Dr. Shiney pressed the shiny button.
To avoid further repetition of the word "shiny", assume that everything on the moonbase and associated with Dr. Shiney is shiny, unless otherwise noted. Even shinier than most sci-fi moonbases. The word shiny shall henceforth be reserved for things that are REALLY shiny, or not naturally shiny.
A robot head appeared on the screen. It was Watson, his robotic secretary. The face consisted of dozens of articulated plates, that were supposed to arrange themselves to more closely mimic human facial expressions. Unfortunately, the overall effect of moving face pieces was more creepy than comforting, which actually helped the the robot perform its duties. Somehow nobody liked to argue with it. "Doctor, there's disturbance down in The Big Apple. Something is on a rampage."
Dr. Shiney looked at his watch. It was a complicated watch, with numerous hands, dials, and displays. Only a mad genius could understand it. "Already? None of the experiments should have gotten loose yet. Very well, wait another twenty minutes, to allow the local 'heroes' their fun, then send down a capture team, along with the repair crews. We will, of course, pay for the reconstruction and fines, as usual. But make sure to stall the talks for at least three minutes, as usual. Which one is it?"
"It's not one of the experiments. All the holding cells are at nominal. It's someone else."
Dr. Shiney perked up. "Really? I suppose it would be too much to hope it's another mad scientist, it really takes at least two to have a convention. Computer! Show me The Big Apple! I want to see this myself."
The big viewscreen over the console lit up with a scene of confusion and chaos, which was, admittedly, only slightly worse than normal confusion and chaos in a big city in Toon. But all of this confusion and chaos was centered around one cause, not the ever fizzing sea of sight gag, running jokes, and cheesy puns that make up daily life in Toon. This chaos involved scribbly Toons, revived and twisted by foul means and amateur art. They rampaged through the streets, randomly breaking and throwing things, causing rampant destruction in the manner of mooks everywhere.
And the strange attractor at the center of the chaos pranced around joyfully. Her once-green lab coat was splattered by ink of many colors until most of it was the unpleasant brownish of old blood mixed with an oil slick. She pranced and pointed and pantomimed like a ranting Stomp dancer. Dr. Shiney flicked a switch, and turned on the audio. "YES! YES MY PRETTIES! SHOW THEM! SHOW THEM ALL!"
Another switch flicked off the whole show. "Very well, I see, Watson. I must deal with this personally. Assemble two of the capture teams at the exit, along with, oh, I think the X-2000 suit. And my second best lab coat. I'll be there in three minutes."
(Dr. Shiney was listening to Skullcrusher Mountain. The actual song can be downloaded here.)
(Also, crossposted to the forum.)
Technorati Tags: Writing, Gaming, SCIENCE!, Fiction
Dr. Shiney was in his moonbase, a couple miles above the surface of Toon. He was, as usual, in the laboratory. And less usually, he was singing. The blame for this must lie almost entirely on his new business partner, who had sent him an iPod. Luckily his business associate lived a couple dimensions over and nearly all the other occupants of the moonbase were robots, because none of Dr. Shiney's genius reached his singing.
"...I'm so empty, but I'm way too smart for you, even my henchmen think I'm crazy, I'm not surprised that you agree, If you could find some way to be a little bit less afraid of me, you see the voices inside my head tell me I shouldn't kill you..."
"They never do appreciate the monsters," Dr. Shiney muttered, as the song finished. A shiny light blinked insistently on a shiny console across the shiny lab. The moonbase was entirely decorated in shades of shiny. What do you want from a mad genius? Said mad genius sighed and pushed off from the shiny desk. His shiny office chair scooted across the shiny floor until it bumped gently into the shiny console. Dr. Shiney pressed the shiny button.
To avoid further repetition of the word "shiny", assume that everything on the moonbase and associated with Dr. Shiney is shiny, unless otherwise noted. Even shinier than most sci-fi moonbases. The word shiny shall henceforth be reserved for things that are REALLY shiny, or not naturally shiny.
A robot head appeared on the screen. It was Watson, his robotic secretary. The face consisted of dozens of articulated plates, that were supposed to arrange themselves to more closely mimic human facial expressions. Unfortunately, the overall effect of moving face pieces was more creepy than comforting, which actually helped the the robot perform its duties. Somehow nobody liked to argue with it. "Doctor, there's disturbance down in The Big Apple. Something is on a rampage."
Dr. Shiney looked at his watch. It was a complicated watch, with numerous hands, dials, and displays. Only a mad genius could understand it. "Already? None of the experiments should have gotten loose yet. Very well, wait another twenty minutes, to allow the local 'heroes' their fun, then send down a capture team, along with the repair crews. We will, of course, pay for the reconstruction and fines, as usual. But make sure to stall the talks for at least three minutes, as usual. Which one is it?"
"It's not one of the experiments. All the holding cells are at nominal. It's someone else."
Dr. Shiney perked up. "Really? I suppose it would be too much to hope it's another mad scientist, it really takes at least two to have a convention. Computer! Show me The Big Apple! I want to see this myself."
The big viewscreen over the console lit up with a scene of confusion and chaos, which was, admittedly, only slightly worse than normal confusion and chaos in a big city in Toon. But all of this confusion and chaos was centered around one cause, not the ever fizzing sea of sight gag, running jokes, and cheesy puns that make up daily life in Toon. This chaos involved scribbly Toons, revived and twisted by foul means and amateur art. They rampaged through the streets, randomly breaking and throwing things, causing rampant destruction in the manner of mooks everywhere.
And the strange attractor at the center of the chaos pranced around joyfully. Her once-green lab coat was splattered by ink of many colors until most of it was the unpleasant brownish of old blood mixed with an oil slick. She pranced and pointed and pantomimed like a ranting Stomp dancer. Dr. Shiney flicked a switch, and turned on the audio. "YES! YES MY PRETTIES! SHOW THEM! SHOW THEM ALL!"
Another switch flicked off the whole show. "Very well, I see, Watson. I must deal with this personally. Assemble two of the capture teams at the exit, along with, oh, I think the X-2000 suit. And my second best lab coat. I'll be there in three minutes."
(Dr. Shiney was listening to Skullcrusher Mountain. The actual song can be downloaded here.)
(Also, crossposted to the forum.)
Technorati Tags: Writing, Gaming, SCIENCE!, Fiction