7CC Villain MPC by Liver
Aug 1, 2020 17:52:20 GMT
Post by Liver on Aug 1, 2020 17:52:20 GMT
Travis approached the empty streets of Tokyo Japan. His job was a solo one today, no samurai because he was at home watching that show he liked which was now back in style. He didn’t need him, just his trusty katana. The job was very simple but it needed an expert to actually be simple as a non-expert would just embarrass himself and fail the people. The big data thugs over at data crop were holding all of the internet so poor households couldn’t afford good speeds. Travis knew that if Sam was to resume watching his show he would simply have to brave through the hired goons and take on the CEO in order to get a better priced package. This wasn’t a selfish reason and he knew they were involved in several illegal activities and were possibly a front for the yakuza, thus the mayor had fully supported Travis’s idea to show the data thugs the error of their ways.
Reaching the building of tech crop wasn’t hard as the evildoers were cocky enough to leave the door open. The audacity knew no limits, but so did Travis’s bravery. He barged in and readied his katana as the thugs which were previously idling around got ready. Typical grunt behavior why were they even in the lobby to begin with? Possibly to guard the elevator but they could have just cut the power or something. Travis laughed at their stupidity before charging in. In a typical badguy fashion, despite him being out numbered 10 to 1 they would only come at him one at a time like dummies while the others would stand around in a circle. Of course it was natural that they would do this, as he could tell none of them wanted to be beaten up. Luckily, these weaklings were of no match for his style and swift technique, allowing him to dance around them in a battle trance and swiftly dispatch all 10. Then it was elevator time. Horrible music with ads mixed in? This place was rotten to the core. Of course, he was unable to head to the top floor immediately so he settled for the second to last floor and the stairs. However, the moment Travis stepped out of the elevator a data thug fell through the ceiling.
“Hohoho, you cannot approach the CEO without my key.” The thug boasted and then tried to strike a pose. However, using his wit Travis threw a banana peel right as he feet the moment the thug tried to pose, causing him to lose his balance and fall through an open window. Travis adjusted his shaded and grinned as he picked up the key. “Heh, don’t underestimate potassium.”. Now with the key in hand and the last remaining thugs dispatched it was time to drink a soda and make it to the final show down.
The CEO’s office was the entire top floor which was typical and he clearly didn’t need that much space. Several statues of this horrible man littered the floor as well as a full sized pottrait labbeled “me”. The real CEO was sitting by his desk a few feets away. Travis took a look at this giant of a man. He was big for sure, bald and had a thin mustache. Perhaps his most defying characteristic was that he was wearing some kind of crab armour.
“GREETINGS TRAVIS I AM CRAB. I HAVE BEEN EXPECTING YOU.” Clearly he was prepared to fight him, which meant he knew he was evil and choose to remain evil despite knowing Travis was coming for him. The arrogance was disgusting. However, before Travis could strike down the big data thug the man interrupted him. “I KNEW YOU WERE COMING AND I AM A COWARD SO I HAVE CALLED MY FIENDISH ALLIES TO FIGHT FOR ME. BANKMAN AND BIG DEAL.” Travis knew of bankman, he was an insane banker who pressured the poor and owned most small villages. He had a golden gun which fired rolled up money notes. A slim dastardly man who would stop at nothing to fuel his greed. Travis looked around, but it seemed like big deal didn’t show up at all. Crab was bluffing. ”You are bluffing, crab.” The crab simply laughed and charged forward, brandishing a hand gun. “EAT THIS TRAVIS. YOU WILL NEVER STOP ME FROM PROFITING!” He said as he fired a bullet which Travis expertly dodged. ”Don’t waste your ammo he is bulletproof. My weapon however.” Bankman fired a highly pressured 100$ note at Travis who at just the nick of time was able to slice it in half. What a waste of money. He had to end the fight quickly as the more it lasted the more rich and powerful they became. Data thug attacked with a crab claw, but using his wit Travis outsmarted him. ”Oh no, big deal is here.” He exclaimed in fake panic, causing the large crab suited man to turn around only for Travis to push him through the window. As he fell the man cursed the teen for preventing his plans. “CURSE YOU TRAVIS NOW THE PEOPLE CAN FINALLY WATCH THEIR SHOWS.” He hit the previous key thug who was just getting up and the resulting impact left a massive crater. The city would have to pay to fix that, but luckily bankman’s gun should be able to fiancé this. How would he dispatch him? Travis had no time to think as the gunman redied an attack, but then he remembered every banker’s weakness. ”Lenin.” That simple phrase caused Bankman to violent burst into money, thus defeating him and freeing the city. Using the money Travis fixed the crater and bought some food, returning in time for Sam’s show, knowing that he and everyone else were richer and had better quality internet thanks to his efforts. He had finally proven that he was the strongest and in doing so helped those in need. Just like a true hero should.
Reaching the building of tech crop wasn’t hard as the evildoers were cocky enough to leave the door open. The audacity knew no limits, but so did Travis’s bravery. He barged in and readied his katana as the thugs which were previously idling around got ready. Typical grunt behavior why were they even in the lobby to begin with? Possibly to guard the elevator but they could have just cut the power or something. Travis laughed at their stupidity before charging in. In a typical badguy fashion, despite him being out numbered 10 to 1 they would only come at him one at a time like dummies while the others would stand around in a circle. Of course it was natural that they would do this, as he could tell none of them wanted to be beaten up. Luckily, these weaklings were of no match for his style and swift technique, allowing him to dance around them in a battle trance and swiftly dispatch all 10. Then it was elevator time. Horrible music with ads mixed in? This place was rotten to the core. Of course, he was unable to head to the top floor immediately so he settled for the second to last floor and the stairs. However, the moment Travis stepped out of the elevator a data thug fell through the ceiling.
“Hohoho, you cannot approach the CEO without my key.” The thug boasted and then tried to strike a pose. However, using his wit Travis threw a banana peel right as he feet the moment the thug tried to pose, causing him to lose his balance and fall through an open window. Travis adjusted his shaded and grinned as he picked up the key. “Heh, don’t underestimate potassium.”. Now with the key in hand and the last remaining thugs dispatched it was time to drink a soda and make it to the final show down.
The CEO’s office was the entire top floor which was typical and he clearly didn’t need that much space. Several statues of this horrible man littered the floor as well as a full sized pottrait labbeled “me”. The real CEO was sitting by his desk a few feets away. Travis took a look at this giant of a man. He was big for sure, bald and had a thin mustache. Perhaps his most defying characteristic was that he was wearing some kind of crab armour.
“GREETINGS TRAVIS I AM CRAB. I HAVE BEEN EXPECTING YOU.” Clearly he was prepared to fight him, which meant he knew he was evil and choose to remain evil despite knowing Travis was coming for him. The arrogance was disgusting. However, before Travis could strike down the big data thug the man interrupted him. “I KNEW YOU WERE COMING AND I AM A COWARD SO I HAVE CALLED MY FIENDISH ALLIES TO FIGHT FOR ME. BANKMAN AND BIG DEAL.” Travis knew of bankman, he was an insane banker who pressured the poor and owned most small villages. He had a golden gun which fired rolled up money notes. A slim dastardly man who would stop at nothing to fuel his greed. Travis looked around, but it seemed like big deal didn’t show up at all. Crab was bluffing. ”You are bluffing, crab.” The crab simply laughed and charged forward, brandishing a hand gun. “EAT THIS TRAVIS. YOU WILL NEVER STOP ME FROM PROFITING!” He said as he fired a bullet which Travis expertly dodged. ”Don’t waste your ammo he is bulletproof. My weapon however.” Bankman fired a highly pressured 100$ note at Travis who at just the nick of time was able to slice it in half. What a waste of money. He had to end the fight quickly as the more it lasted the more rich and powerful they became. Data thug attacked with a crab claw, but using his wit Travis outsmarted him. ”Oh no, big deal is here.” He exclaimed in fake panic, causing the large crab suited man to turn around only for Travis to push him through the window. As he fell the man cursed the teen for preventing his plans. “CURSE YOU TRAVIS NOW THE PEOPLE CAN FINALLY WATCH THEIR SHOWS.” He hit the previous key thug who was just getting up and the resulting impact left a massive crater. The city would have to pay to fix that, but luckily bankman’s gun should be able to fiancé this. How would he dispatch him? Travis had no time to think as the gunman redied an attack, but then he remembered every banker’s weakness. ”Lenin.” That simple phrase caused Bankman to violent burst into money, thus defeating him and freeing the city. Using the money Travis fixed the crater and bought some food, returning in time for Sam’s show, knowing that he and everyone else were richer and had better quality internet thanks to his efforts. He had finally proven that he was the strongest and in doing so helped those in need. Just like a true hero should.
