The Birth Of Cool

[Grandmaster]

OOC: The tech law dictates that we can go one tech ahead of the current level. Thus flight and radio are allowed.

The Sierra Force operatives withdraw, but soon regroup. They call in the heavy artillery: 5 circling bombers modified for Operation "Daddio Thunder." They began unleashing their relentless assault with heavilly amped-up bongos over loudspeakers. Meanwhile, a flight of fighters roars in at top speed. Several canisters fall from their wings. Some run, fearing they are bombs. But they burst in midair and release.... paint! Multi-colored paint rains down, covering the Dadaists. However, one canister does not airburst. It strikes the Giant Peanut and explodes, sending out a wave of... French dressing! Yes, French dressing, the ultimate anti-crouton weapon! The Sierra Force operaters charge into the crowd, saxophones blazing. Many of the Dadaists collapse under the relentless aerial bongo bombardment. Nobody knows what will happen next.

Meanwhile, back in the Marillion, Grandmaster is receiving an update of what's going on with Operation Cupertanian Freedom. The "shock and awe" campaign is going well, and the ground battle is on.

 

[GenMarshall]

After a long hard night observing the construction of the Bavaria and Penguin Rail Electrification. CivGeneral decided to visit Sir SaaM the Reedy. He boards in a Desel Train bound for Penguin (Remember, the route between Bavaria and Penguin is still being Electrified).

 

[Noldodan]

All of a sudden, two dozen eagles blaze out of the setting sun into a mysteriously parting rain of paint. They land to disgorge their riders and wait at their landing zone for their return. As the party approaches, it appears to be... Elves out of the jungles of Eldarinórë, led by a tall, wise-looking Man. Upon approaching the leader of Sierra Force, he speaks. (Á la the blasphemous scene in TTT)

Noldodan: Hello. I am Noldodan, leader of these Elves of the forests of Aldar Nin, and I offer to you any services that we may render.

At this point, the men of Sierra Force notice that the Elves are equipped with all manner of artistic and musical supplies for use against the rampaging Dadaists. There are many paintings of fair nature scenes, and materials to create more. There are also instruments of the classical type, harps, fifes, and more, even a Baby Grand. (OOC: These weapons are meant to conduct psychological warfare against the Dadaists, by making perfect sense and inspiring yet more awe) The soldiers also see the weaponry the Elves carry, longswords, staffs, longbows, and Noldodan has a curious staff, one with a blade on the end.

Noldodan: I see that you have not seen the like of this weapon. It is called and ashanderei, and may be purchased at the price of 150g from Strider. Now, do you accept our help?

Sierra Force leader: Well... you seem rather lightly armed in this age of rifles and artillery. You would be slaughtered if they Dadaists had weapons. However, because they are not, any help that you could offer would be greatly appreciated.

Noldodan: Excellent. In that case... (turns around and shouts) Okay guys! Start it up!

Immediately the Elves begin fanning out into the crowd, brandishing paintings and harps. The Baby Grand also comes into action, played by a tall willowy Elf. The already confused and terrified Dadaists only become more and more confused and terrified...

 

[Stuck_as_a_Mac]

Elves.. Playing Tchaikovsky.. Odd.. But, seeing as this town is a cultural center, anything goes...
A. Dadaists: Welcome, Elven brethren! Please, fell free to comunicate with us artistically. All we ask is that you lay down your weapons.
Old Man Elf: But surely you wouldnt deprive an old man of his walking stick...
Sir SaaM the Reedy walks in
Reedy: Do I look that stupid? Ive seen the movie.
Sir SaaM takes the stick
Reedy: Oh, its just a walking stick... Here you go... Sorry

The elves have been accepted into the society. But now what?

 

[GenMarshall]

CivGeneral arives at Penguin Station, He noticed that Sir SaaM is waiting for him on the Platform

CG: Stuck, I have came

Stuck quietly aproaches and escourts CivGeneral to a Secret location

Sir SaaM: Please follow me to my secret chamber in my Home

CG: Lead the way

Stuck leads CivGeneral to his house

 

[Grandmaster]

In desperation, the Sierra Force get on their radios and call in the heavy anti-artist artillery (hereby referred to as AAA.) The arial bongo beats cease, but are replaced in a moment by the one kind of music that NOBODY, no matter how nonsensically attached to art, could mistake as such:

Bomber Loudspeaker: You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
You own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo

The operaters are forced to wear thick solid-steel earplugs to protect against the debilitating effects of the rap "music." Weapons of mass destruction had been banned from use against soldiers by the Geneva Convention, but the Dadaists were not soldiers. Many fell to the ground and began curling up and shaking uncontrollably. Cries of "the pain!" and "make it stop!" erupted from the quivering shells of human beings. Only Jam Master E, the infamous Elf Rapper, was uneffected.

Sierra Force Operater (abnormally loudly because he can't hear himself through the headgear): Surrender now, or face 6 weeks of continuous bombardment with every Eminem and/or 50 Cent CD ever made!

 

[GenMarshall]

Soon as the Music starts he noticed that Sir SaaM goes crasy as the Rapping Bomber flies by

Sir SaaM: Arg I cant take it anymore!!! CivGeneral, why arent you trembeling over this Loud Music

CivGeneral: Years of working on a Steam Train you kind of get used to it, Oh You might need these

CivGeneral hands Sir SaaM some Earplugs

CivGeneral: Luckly I had a Spare with me.

 

[Grandmaster]

OOC: You just HAD to ruin my fun, huh, CG?

 

[GenMarshall]

Originally posted by Grandmaster
OOC: You just HAD to ruin my fun, huh, CG?

OOC:GM I have yet to discover who am I being escoured by. If it is the Evil one, then I will trick him, If he is the good one then I would help the good one

 

[Grandmaster]

OOC: Works for me. I was just hoping that nuking SaaM with some Eminem (c)rap would bring him to the bargaining table quickly.

 

[Stuck_as_a_Mac]

NOOOOOOOOOO!!! NOT RAP!!!!!
Reedy: Oh, come on, thats too evil. Not even my father would do that. That has got to be unlawful somewhere...
Mellow: Loophole, Dad! Loophole! We still have Cupertanian Soldiers here! Its against The Barvarian Convention of 1100!
Reedy: Good thinking son... Quick, everyone! To my sound proof practice room
(Yes, I have one. Check my Acroma transaction)
Various Dadaists: Thank the great angry Avacado!
So, the Dadaists have fled to the Palace of the Antartic
Sensible: TURN DOWN THE MUSIC!!!
Suddenly, the music stops
Sensible: Thank you.
Sir SaaM the Sensible has reclaimed the majority of Penguin. His estate, however, is still under Dada control. With the music (the music, the music!!) gone, will the Dadaists go to reclaim the city? Will Sensible and Reedy come to a compromise, making Penguin a Dada friendly, but normal city? Who knows...

 

[GenMarshall]

As CivGeneral is about to give Sir SaaM (Mysterious) the Ear Plugs, he discoveres that it is Reedy. Luckly CivGeneral swaped the Ear Plugs with Ear Phones

Grandmaster: No CG!!, Dont Give him Thoes!!

CivGeneral gives the cloked Sir SaaM (Mellow), The "Modified" Ear Plugs. Then CivGeneral pulls out the Tape of The YMCA and plays his Tape Player

Mellow: Arrg, More Un.. ..Holy.. ..Music. Not... ..The YMCA!

Grandmaster: What the? YMCA?

CG: No worries, I just tricked him

Mellow runs off into the darkness

Grandmaster: Come CG, Ill show you to the Real Sir Stuck. Sir Stuck the Sesible

CG: Thanks, Oh and Ill show you something

CivGeneral escourts Grandmaster to a Box Car in his Train and pulls out a Metal Case

Grandmaster: What is it?

CG: Lets just say, a Remix of our Favorate candy
CivGeneral winks to GM

 

[Grandmaster]

The Sierra Force has one more trick up its sleeve. A circling bomber drops a box that contains.... an Armor Piercing Record Player! That's right, a record player encased in solid steel with an armor-piercing point! Speakers with immense amplifying capabilities protrude flush with the steel casing. On the back is a powerful artillery-shell propellant canister. The Sierra Force operaters force their way into the Palace of the Antarctic, and find the soundproof room.

SF Leader: Watch out! On my mark, this thing is going in!

The propellant ignites and pushes the stereo system through the soundproof wall. By radio remote, the SF operaters hit a button and...

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
You own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo

The Dadaists are now trapped in the room with the stereo.

 

[Stuck_as_a_Mac]

OCC: Rockets? Where did they come from? Ill take the planes... But rockets?

 

[Grandmaster]

OOC: Dude, rockets have existed since medieval times... would you feel better if it was a ballistic propellant like gunpowder or high explosive?

 

[Stuck_as_a_Mac]

yes

 

[GenMarshall]

In the Bomber

CG: Grandmaster! Use this

CivGeneral hands Grandmaster the Metal case. Then CivGeneral unlocks the Case and pulls out a tape

Grandmaster: What is that?

CG: This is a Remix of all of Eminem's Recordings

CivGeneral takes the Metal Case and Hands Grandmaster the Remix Eminem Tape

Grandmaster: Thanks

CivGeneral watches as Grandmaster places the tape in the last armor-piercing rocket-propelled battering ram Thingy with the Eminem Remix CD in it, and watches it Flies to the Bunker
(OOC: THis is where your Eminem Remix comes in play )

 

[Eklektikos]

Prince Eklektikos stands upon the golden sands of the Penguin beach, shaking his head at the absurdity of the battle raging around the city and wondering....

































































...How anyone could, even for a second, imagine that radio-friendly whiteboy rap could pose the slightest threat to the mind-buggeringly awesome power of thrash jazz

 

[Grandmaster]

 

[Stuck_as_a_Mac]

lol
and very Dada spaces.
Thats it! Ill chalange the devitiave of Jazz to Jazzathon. Jazz shall prevail over Rap!