Game: Whack-a-TPMer v.3 M.A. T_M_L

[Crazy Elf Boy]

*Picks up a large blade razor and slashes Mr_pikachu with it*

haha I can't come up with anything witty to say after that whacked

[Master of Paradox]

(Author's note: the following whack means no offense to Crazy Elf Boy. It's just that I got Justice For All yesterday and, well...)

*Picks up a large blade razor and slashes Mr_pikachu with it*

haha I can't come up with anything witty to say after that whacked

"HOLD IT!"

The camera pans quickly over to a man in a blue suit, his hair in a style that can only be called "hedgehog-like". He pounds his hands on the wall in front of him.

"The point of Whack-a-TPMer is to perform these 'whacks' in as entertaining a manner, isn't it?" he asks.

Clutching the front of his shirt nervously, Crazy Elf Boy, in the witness stand, mutters, "Well... I guess..."

Pointing his finger, the man in blue shouts, "Then what excuse do you have for a lazy whack like-"

"OBJECTION!"

The camera whips over to a balding, nervous man in a gray suit, his glasses high on his nose.

"That's not the point of this game at all!" the nervous man yells in a rather high-pitched voice. "The point is just to 'whack' as many players as possible! Didn't you read the rules?"

Above both men, the judge nods. "I seem to recall reading that myself..."

As he adjusts his glasses, the balding man smirks, moving to tap the top of his head afterwards. A smug tone enters his voice as he adds, "Besides, creativity is hardly a hallmark of this game. Mr. Crazy Elf Boy can't be faulted for just going with the flow..."

The man with the hedgehog haircut steps back, beginning to sweat profusely. Dang it. He's got me on that one... How am I supposed to get out of it?

The camera moves to the man's other side, where a young woman in a medium's outfit taps his shoulder. "Nick," she whispers, "think about it. He's leaving out a very important fact..."

What is she referring to... Wait. WAIT!

"OBJECTION!" Phoenix yells, pointing dramatically at his opponent. "I refer you to some of the whacks put up by Blademaster and Shinypkmnchaser! Those things are practically little fanfics in themselves!"

The balding man lets out a yell and jumps backwards as though someone just slapped him.

Crazy Elf Boy winces as well, recoiling.

"The rules don't say you have to be elaborate," Phoenix continues, hands on his hips, "but nobody is going to complain if you are. By now we appreciate a little extra thought put into our whacks. If you're going to take the time to whack somebody..."

He leans in, and the camera does a close-up on his face, speed lines rushing past it.

"Then get creative!"

Crazy Elf Boy swallows hard, and then his eyes roll back in his head before he passes out.

The judge blinks,and then mutters, "Well, I think that settles this case..." He brings his gavel down.

Phoenix Whacked, Ace Attorney.

[Inferno_Dragon]

Master of Paradox, you are next ... by the way nice whack. Haven't played the games but I hear they are quite interesting.

*Master of Paradox walks into a empty warehouse. It is so silent that you could probably hear a pin drop. Suddenly, there is the sound of a pin dropping.*

"Well, that myth is plausible."

"What myth? You just wanted to drop it in a quite room.""

"Oh sure ruin my fun."

*Master of Paradox turns around to see Adam Savage and Jamie Hyneman. They are walking over towards him. Why they are here in the first place, who knows?*

"I know you two. You do that show on Discovery Channel .. what was it called? Oh yeah Mythbusters. You two must enjoy your work." Master of Paradox says.

"Yeah, we do." Adam says.

"If we are going to bust a myth, then we have to bust it in style. And we might get to explode something." Jamie says.

"So what are you doing here? Are you testing out a myth?" Master of Paradox asked.

"Yes, we are. We are testing the myth on how quick it takes to whack someone." Adam says.

"Wait a minute that's not a myth." Master of Paradox says.

"Well, according to the books, it is. So how shall we do? They are various methods." Jamie says.

"Wait a minute, aren't you going to test this myth on Buster?" Master of Paradox asks trying to draw the attention away from him.

"But that wouldn't follow the rules," Adam says, "wait a minute, I got it."

*Adam presses a button and a giant battering ram gets shot out the wall straight towards Master of Paradox. You hear a bone-crunching sound as Master of Paradox is rammed into the wall.*

"So what is our time?" Jamie asks.

"We are off by a second. So is this myth plausible?" Adam asks.

"Sure, it is. But we aren't done yet." Jamie says as they stepped out of the building.

*Jamie and Adam get far away from the building. Master of Paradox is trying to get up but he can't move. Jamie pulls out a device and presses a red button. Suddenly the building explodes which was caused by enough TNT to blow a small town.*

"Now the myth is plausible. It is always nice when we get to blow something up." Jamie says.

"Indeed. So let's celebrate this victory over a couple of smoothies." Adam says as the two walk to a nearby smoothie shop.

Master of Paradox, you have been whacked by the Mythbusters.

[Mikachu Yukitatsu]

A huge square block, about 20 meters tall, 5 meters thick, made of steel, appears in front of Inferno_Dragon.

The block has a familiar Chinese character, which we can divide in two parts. Below is the 'clothing' part, which comes from a picture of collar and sleeves, while above is the 'dragon' part, which comes from a picture of a creature with four legs, long tail, pointed nose and large ears. The head was later replaced (it is not clear whether deliberately or in error) by the 'needle' part, and the legs by the 'flesh' part. The 'dragon' part is used here phonetically to express 'fold'. The character originally referred to a type of burial garment with the collar folded over (in a special way), the folding having a certain religious significance. It still retains this meaning in Chinese, and in Japanese is very occasionally used in the associated sense of wearing double layers of clothing. It is not clear why such a complex character was chosen as a phonetic. The idea of religious ritual led to ritual and convention in a board sense, and eventually to the inheriting (something from the past). Attack stems form confusion with a now defunct character which combines the 'clothing' part with the 'grasp' part, the earlier form of which shows shackles and a kneeling person with outstreched hands.

Its Mandarin Chinese reading is xi2, Cantonese jaap6, Japanese ON-reading SHUU, and Japanese kun oso(u). It is used in compounds such as SHUURAI 'invasion', KYUUSHUU 'air raid' and SESHUU 'heredity'.

And this block falls over Inferno_Dragon, crushing him.

Inferno_Dragon, A Guide To Remembering Japanese Characters/Chinese Character Dictionary - whacked.

[Master of Paradox]

Smoke rising from his clothes, Master of Paradox rubs his eyes, groaning as he stumbles back into the lever room. Setting a foot against the console, he takes hold of a handle and gives it a good yank, starting an engine very far away...

0000000

Inferno Dragon wakes up in a darkened room, holding his head as he gets to his feet. He looks around, trying to figure out where the game has taken him now.

The lights slowly come up, revealing that he is standing in the heart of a wrestling ring. A crowd of unruly, tough-looking people are standing around the ring, waving weapons and shouting incoherently, volume beating content. The rest of the ring except for the area directly around Inferno Dragon is shadowy still.

A blur comes down from the ceiling, and then the Master of Paradox is crouched on the ropes, grinning in that psychotic manner he does so oftne. "Welcome to the Mad Gears Secret Arena!" he says, one hand on the ropes to keep him balanced.

"The what?" Inferno Dragon mutters, raising an eyebrow.

Holding up his other hand, the master continues, "Tonight you're going to be the chief entertainment for the Mad Gears gang over there. Tonight, it'll be you and an opponent of your choice in the center of this ring, fighting to the death."

Sweat beads on Inferno Dragon's head.

"Now, you have two options..."

The lights come up on the left side of the ring, showing a mountain of a man, seven feet tall and with muscles like tow cables. He wears a pink wifebeater and jeans, but somehow that doesn't seem laughable. He has an almost ridiculous amount of black hair, and does squats as he holds onto the ring ropes.

"That would be your first choice, Mr. Hugo Andore," Master of Paradox says. He then gestures to his other side. "Or..."

The lights on the left side of the ring come up, revealing that the other challenger is sitting against the turnbuckle. He wears sleeveless orange samurai armor, blue leggings, and a blue mask of a scowling face attached to his kabuto. Two katana rest on his hips as he looks up, arms crossed.

"That is your other choice, Sodom." Master of Paradox turns to Infero Dragon, grinning. "Pick."

Infero Dragon looks from one to the other, realizing there's no way this will end well.

That night, his corpse is tossed into a dumpster outside the arena.

Whacked Final Fight style.

[Inferno_Dragon]

Mikachu Yukitatsu, it is your turn.

*Mikachu Yukitatsu stepped out of his house to get the newspaper. He opens it to read his horoscope. It reads you will soon be meet a powerful opponent .... the rest of the horoscope is missing though.

"I guess I will win this one. It didn't say that I would lose." Mikachu Yukitatsu says.

"Your overconfidence is your weakness ... "

"I know the ending to this quote ... and your faith is your friend is yours." Mikachu Yukitatsu says.

"That is true. Time to meet your death."

*Mikachu Yukitatsu turns around to see Darth Maul, Darth Vader, Boba Fett, Jango Fett, and Count Doku all facing him.*

"Wait a minute, the horoscope said I would face only one opponent." Mikachu Yukitatsu said in a panic.

"We just rigged that up to make you feel like you could defeat anybody." Count Doku said.

"And the ending of the horoscope." Mikachu Yukitatsu says.

"Death is imminent." Darth Maul says.

*All of them rush at Mikachu Yukitatsu with either Lightsabers and Blasters in their hands. The sounds of lightsabers bashing against Mikachu Yukitatsu's body was heard from all corners of the earth. Finally, the group left Mikachu Yukitatsu battered and beaten.*

Mikachu Yukitatsu, you have been Star Wars Whacked.

[Mikachu Yukitatsu]

mr_pikachu has gone out shopping. He has found a good pencil from the stationery department. As he walks towards the cash desk, he is delighted to notice that there is almost no queue at all. Only a black-haired man, about in his early twenties, wearing sweatsuit and glasses, is standing in front of the cash desk with his shopping cart.

As mr_pikachu gets closer, he notices that the cart is full of stuff. The mysterious man begins to place them on the line. He places 5 cartons of milk and the salesperson takes the bar code.

"I like all kinds of milk, did you know?" says the man.

"This one has lots of fibre." says the man as he hands a bread.

"I hate cereals so I make porrige from these grits." says the man, giving the packet.

"Sweets are very cheap here." the man tells while placing them on the line.

The man is also going to buy some tomatoes. "Hey, these ones do not have a bar code!" notices the salesperson. "I'm sorry, I must make a phone call."

Meanwhile, mr_pikachu is losing his patience. "Hurry, please!" he proposes.

The mysterious man ignores and continues chatting with the salesperson who still is on the telephone. "I buy lots of stuff because I don't want to go shopping every day. My busy hobbies include internet, where I go to a forum named TPM. I run a whacking game there."

Then mr_pikachu noitices that this man must be noone other than Mikachu Yukitatsu! "Hi, Mikachu!" he greets.

"Hello mr_pikachu." says Mikachu, takes off the rest of the shopping and lifts the empty cart! He hits mr_pikachu several times with it. mr_pikachu falls on the floor and Mikachu keeps hitting him. Mikachu hits mr_pikachu at least 30 times with his shopping cart, causing lots of broken bones.

mr_pikachu, cash desk queue-whacked.