ZPNES in space...

After having completely dominated the world of NESLife2 through a combination of echolocation, psychic powers, and the FLYIN'-BITE-O'DOOM(tm), the Flying Squirrels proceeded to rename the planet "Bill's Revenge" for a variety of reasons, mostly related to the Creation story of the Squirrelic religion, Flyingsquirrelpsuedosurrealism headed by the Supreme Pontirex with Cheese (#1 on the Value Menu at McBill's). Having thus achieved perfect low-cost meals sold at all hours of the day in 80 billion convenient locations, they monopolized on this achievement to bring down the rest of society in a bloodless takeover of obesity-driven lethargy, whereby the rest of the populace was too fat and lazy to stop them and were content when the squirrels offered them a Adam's McRib in exchange for their right to vote. Little did they know, once the McRib hit their intestines, it turned into a McWoman and they died from this host-fatal birth reminiscent of Alien. Who are "they"? Why the repeated usage of vague pronouns without defined antecedents? What does this have to do with anything? Oh, but wouldn't you like to know!

Anyway, in a manner typical to the Squirrels, we have devolved along a tangent that makes barely any sense to the uninitiated and therefore must return to the original purpose of which this post is intended to achieve.

Right, the Flying Squirrels. So. Having thus conquered the planet, they proceeded, in a manner appropriate to their particular and peculiar idiom, to erect a Tech Lab (for the learning of that which is not yet learned), a Habitat (for the procreating of that which has not yet been procreated), and a Defense (FOR GREAT FURY!!!1!). Thus, the brilliant, psychic, echolocating, paranoid Squirrels formed the first Great Imperial Empire of the United Principalities of Greater Squirrelia, with its Imperial Capital of the Great Squirrel, Squirrelos LXVI Megas (Squirrelos the Great).

Of course, seeing as the planet was the very same planet what gave birth to a race of dominating squirrels, the planet was a green planet and quite conducive to supporting the result of the stimulated squirrelly sex drives of the pint-sized paramours of Bill's Revenge.

Great Imperial Empire of the United Principalities of Greater Squirrelia
Symbol/icon/flag of empire: Something Squirrelly
Colour scheme: Don't care
Type of starting planet: Green!
Name of starting planet: Bill's Revenge
Initial Build Orders: Habitat, Tech Lab, Defenses
Initial Orders: Procreate to provide ample colonists for the eventual squirrelic interplanetary empire of sufficient imperial majestic awesomeness.
 
In a dark chamber, the figure brooded. It was slumped over in a metal corner, lit by only a crack of light.

Too long had it waited in here. It needed to get out.

The figure shuddered violently. Several pinging sounds shot off, and it collapsed against the wall again.

The figure felt above its head. The lead helmet was still there. Completely encircling his cranium and obscuring his eyes from view- wait... lead...

He tensed again. With all the force of his mind, he bent the atoms one by one to his bidding. They had constrained him before. They would never again.

The whole room was filling with a golden light.

The figure (in the light revealed to be a penguin) grunted in concentration. It was almost... DONE!!!

A shockwave blasted around the room. Debris filled the room. The penguin began to rise above the ground, cackling. Winds swirled around him like a maelstrom.

Free from the damned Psi-Damper! At laaaast-


Another penguin dressed in janitorial uniform entered.

"Whoah, did I interrupt something here? Isn't this the mop close-"

"WHERE AM I?"

"Uh... the Glacier?"

"Which dimension?"

"Interdimensional space."

"Excellent."

The penguin raced down the hallway...

In the Bridge, Forgemaster-Admiral Pikt was playing solitaire when a smallish penguin with a grey helmet burst in-

"By the Overlord! It's you!"

"Where- is- Trik?" asked the penguin breathlessly, his query sounding more like a command.

"N-not here! He's in-"

"Take me to Trik."

"Y-yes sir."

"Make it quick."

The penguin telekinetically tore apart one of the pipes extending from the rear of Pikt's crownlike control-chair. Steam burst from it dramatically.

"Yes sir."

Pikt gazed forward and gave the order. He clutched the side of his chair nervously. The psychic penguin stood behind him, an impassive look on his face. Blue warpspace swirled around the ship.

Hakk is Back.



Note: For those who didn't follow ZPNES, Hakk is introduced there. Read it, if you want more information.
 
sorry, as you may know i couldnt get online for much of last week, and im not feeling very creative this week, and im still working on DNES2...

awesome stories BTW :D
 
"Did you hear a crashing sound Gris?"

"Nah. Your circuits are messed."

Tekk and Gris were reclined on beach chairs on a dirty glacier a short distance from Penguinska's only major city.

"So, do you enjoy just hanging out? One would think that someone who had half of their brain head replaced with metal would be unable to appreciate a nice sunrise or something like that."

"You might think that. But it was my left brain that got mashed."

"Mashed?"

"Something like that. As you know, the bit of my brain which knows what happened-"

"That's enough." Gris shuddered slightly, then changed the subject.

"You know, I think you did hear something. I could have sworn I just heard something."

"Something like that ship about to hit us?"

"Yes, just like-"

Both penguins eyes simultaneously widened.

*****

"Oh carp, I hope that guy wasn't Gris." commented Forgemaster-Admiral Pikt of the Glacier.

"Doesn't matter." replied Hakk, popping out of the window and hovering down to the ground, "Keep the ship here."

"Trik, your time has come..."

And as Hakk raced off, a robotic claw burst out from underneath the ship. Shortly followed by a bedraggled looking penguin, soon to be followed by another bedraggled penguin with a bandana.

"Oh, excellent! I was afraid I'd killed you guys!" shouted Pikt from the bridge of the ship."

"Nice try though."

"Thank you- I mean, er, it was an accident."

"Of course it was. Who was the little flying penguin?"

"Hakk."

"Oh geez, not him... he's that psychic megalomaniac isn't he?"

"From a psychiatric point of view, most of us are megalomaniacal and imbalanced."

"Point conceded, but he's moreso. And he's psychic. That's always dangerous."

"Wait, why is he 'moreso'?"

"I believe that Trik locked him up in a janitor's closet for a few ye- Trik..."

"Am I thinking what you're thinking?"

"I think I'm thinking what you're thinking."

"If your thinking," interrupted Pikt from above, "That Hakk is going off to do something decidedly unpleasant to Trik, you'd be correct."

"That's what I was thinking."

"I was just wondering how many years it was... but we'd better save him."

Tekk rolled his living eye.

"Must we?"

"Yes."

"That moronic trigger-happy clown had better appreciate this."

"He'd appreciate it even more if you stopped calling him things like that."

"Were we going to save him or what?"

"Right-o. Saving..."

Gris looked around to see a small, helmeted penguin lifting a comatose Trik into the Glacier.

"Oh dear..."
 
Soooo sad that this NES got abandoned. If it wasn't, I would surely join as Hive of Normal Sized Termites (they are actually giant - i.e. human sized, but it is the normal size to them, and they get offended by anyone suggesting they are improperly sized)

The entire thread was hilarious. My favorite bit was the "alliance of monochromatic animals".

I'll look forward to a sequel of this.
 
When Daft gets back this will be reanimated. Don't worry.

The last one survived even without a moderator. :D
 
seeing the other ZPNES got bumped, I felt the need to bump this one. I prefer this one's controlled crazy fun, to the older ZPNES' craziness stacked on top of chaos sandwiched in apocalypse.
 
hmm well, the problem was that only iggy and banalee really played in the spirit of the 'rules' (IE they colonised and built up their industry etc).

Would you want to continue this as a pure story thing?

PS: if any players from DNES2 see this, i am still working on the update... bad week last week, and now i seem going round in circles, but im still working on it.
 
hmm well, the problem was that only iggy and banalee really played in the spirit of the 'rules' (IE they colonised and built up their industry etc).

Would you want to continue this as a pure story thing?

But the players that weren't "playing in the spirit of the rules" ended up having weaker empires, so it evens out, doesn't it?

Actually the rules you came up with for this NES is one of my favorite, because the system is so simplistic that it is just there to solve whose civ beats who in conflicts. This ended up in more fun and storytelling IMHO.

I have never seen a NES without rules (well I am kind of new at NES anyway), so I can't visualise how it will work. It seems to me that without the rules the stories inevitably converge into a competition of who can come up with bigger numbers to represent their forces, as happened at the end of ZPNES.
 
Why not tighten up the rules jsut a little bit?
 
Hey, I wrote a decent number of stories. I like this one too, even if I mainly write stories. I guess I can try to learn the rules and do stuff there too.

Daft, you make me sad. I really like your NESes, but the only one I didn't really get into (DNES2) is the one that has survived the longest :P
 
Hmm, any ideas for what the rules could be like?

But the players that weren't "playing in the spirit of the rules" ended up having weaker empires, so it evens out, doesn't it?

Yeah thats what i meant, the ones with weaker empires were going to pushed aside, there wasnt much of a game thing going on...

LittleBoots said:
Daft, you make me sad. I really like your NESes, but the only one I didn't really get into (DNES2) is the one that has survived the longest :P

:) im still working on updating DNES2 at the moment...
 
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