Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2011 23:56:30 GMT -5
~NOW BEGINS THE HISTORY OF ROBOTICS~
There will not be spoilers for anything except your history class. If you consider history to be a spoiler, then you shouldn't read this and I also really pity you.
DAY ONE
{Churchill's House, Edge of Tabloid Town}
*doorbell rings*
: *opens door* Oh, Mr. Gandhi. Come in.
: Is Dr. Seuss already here?
: ... Sort of. *walks over to a table, where Seuss's hat is sitting* *knocks on it* Mr. Geisel? Mr. Gandhi is here.
*the hat grows wider, and Seussbot drops out of it, putting it on when it returns to normal size*
: Hello Mr. Gandhi, it is good to see,
That you showed up to the meeting with Churchill and me.
: ... Yes. Well. I requested this meeting to try and find out about who our creator is.
: Perhaps we should go over when we first arrived here at the Forum?
: My thoughts exactly, Mr. Churchill.
: I'll go first. I was the first one to arrive here, after all.
~May 26, 2009~
{Clearing of Trees, Outside Tabloid Town}
{Clearing of Trees, Outside Tabloid Town}
The first thing I remember after leaving the Spirit World was waking up in a clearing of trees in my robot body.
Winston Churchillbot.
: Where am I...? *turns around*
All I saw was a portal closing. I decided to follow the nearby sign to Tabloid Town.
{Tabloid Town}
The first people I met at the forum were Drew Skye and Keith Moon. I got a very kind and enthusiastic welcome.
Drew: That reminds me, I have some very important news...
: The elderly are invading? D:
Please don't let the elderly be invading
: Hi, I'm Churchillbot.
Drew: ....*sets on fire*
: >_> You can't burn one of Britain's greatest prime ministers!
Drew: Really? Who's that? [/fail]
: I am Sir Winston Churchill, prime minister of the UK during World War II!
Bettyming: *tries to SAVE* ;A;
: You can't burn robots. It just doesn't work that way.
Of course, just my arrival for the first time isn't sufficient to explain how I got here, as I left the Forum for some time.
~December 15, 2009~
{Tabloid Town}
{Tabloid Town}
For my last visit to Tabloid Town, I must say I went out with a bang.
Bettyming: EVERYONE KNOWS WINSTON CHURCHILL/FDR IS WHERE IT'S AT
: *walks in* ... *shoots Bettyming and then walks away*
You... you shot her!?
She's Bettyming, Gandhi. She can't actually die.
That still doesn't-!
Bettyming: DON'T DENY YOUR FEELINGS MAN
: ... I am so sorry. If it was up to me I would have left a long time ago, but I am being paid a lot.
Huxley pointed out something important. I had absolutely no bloody reason to stay in that godforsaken town. So, I returned to the clearing.
{Clearing of Trees, Outside Tabloid Town}
I was ready to leave. To fight for my life if needed. ... No, more accurately, fight for my death, as it were.
: *charges into the clearing* I can't stay in this town any longer!
What you ask for is your death... Again!
: I was ripped unceremoniously from my afterlife! I have the right to return.
Weeell... If you are so eager... THEN DIE!
The next thing I remember was being in the Spirit World. Quite a few months went by without me needing to remember the Forum, but next September...
~September 13, 2010~
{Spirit World}
{Spirit World}
Mr. Churchill...?
Yes, that would be me... I must say, I don't often get visitors I don't know in the afterlife.
The Forum is in danger, Mr. Churchill, we need your help-
I left that place for a reason! Why should I go back?
James Lupe, Cinnabar Glitchio, and Hunter Frost are in trouble. Weren't they your friends?
...
I can't imagine the great Winston Churchill backing down from a challenge.
... I'm in.
{Abandoned Battlefield}
Seuss and I appeared in basically the same place.
Lost and confused, that we are.
Can we take a break? We've walked fairly far.
We're not taking a break, and I want you to stop rhyming!
: But Churchill my friend, don't you see?
It's very helpful to work with me!
: In what way!?
: My eyesight, compared to yours, seems to be divine.
For only I have just spotted that little distant sign.
: Well, let's get close enough to read it and go where ever it is talking about.
*Churchill and Seuss run toward it*
Since I came here next, next up is me!
What do I remember? Now let me see...
I too was in a clearing of trees,
I too was left to do as I please.
Doctor Seussbot.
: ...? Hello, who's there?
You're giving me quite a scare.
I followed the sign to Tabloid Town,
But before I entered I looked around.
: I'm back. Though my color is a bit hard to see... I am Churchillbot, for those who don't know me.
: HIGH FIVE
: Mr. Orwell. ... Why is your hand in the air? Did we have that in our time period?
: Oh, um... *shakes hand*
.__.
: *shakes hand* I'm just kidding, by the way. IRL!Hunter hasn't quite come up with a personality for me yet, though, so I'll leave for now.
Was I really so fourth wall back then?
Why would I lie, Churchill my friend?
I wonder the motive and to what end?
Bettyming: I JUST REMEMBERED WHAT I WANTED TO TELL YOU
Kid in school: Dr. Seuss! He has poetry!
:3
: YES I DO.
: >:/
*tries to whack in head with book of own poetry*
I did not return for a while, for you see,
Getting hit with a book was one of the many deaths of me.
You died from getting hit with a book?
Doctor Seussbot... Again!
*later*
Died again?
*later*
This is... hilarious, at least!
*later*
STOP DYING
*later*
This is your last chance!
Needless to say, I died again,
But I was rescued the same as you, friend!
Doctor Seuss?
That's me!
It's good to see
Somebody who knows me!
... This was a bad idea, wasn't it. The Forum is in trouble, Seuss. Can you help?
Indeed I can!
I've got a plan:
First assemble a big brass band.
Shrink them small enough to fit in your hand
Scatter them throughout the land...
What do I remember? Now let me see...
~May 28, 2009~
{Clearing of Trees, Outside Tabloid Town}
{Clearing of Trees, Outside Tabloid Town}
I too was in a clearing of trees,
I too was left to do as I please.
Doctor Seussbot.
: ...? Hello, who's there?
You're giving me quite a scare.
I followed the sign to Tabloid Town,
But before I entered I looked around.
{Tabloid Town}
: I'm back. Though my color is a bit hard to see... I am Churchillbot, for those who don't know me.
: HIGH FIVE
: Mr. Orwell. ... Why is your hand in the air? Did we have that in our time period?
: Oh, um... *shakes hand*
.__.
: *shakes hand* I'm just kidding, by the way. IRL!Hunter hasn't quite come up with a personality for me yet, though, so I'll leave for now.
Was I really so fourth wall back then?
Why would I lie, Churchill my friend?
I wonder the motive and to what end?
Bettyming: I JUST REMEMBERED WHAT I WANTED TO TELL YOU
Kid in school: Dr. Seuss! He has poetry!
:3
: YES I DO.
: >:/
*tries to whack in head with book of own poetry*
I did not return for a while, for you see,
Getting hit with a book was one of the many deaths of me.
You died from getting hit with a book?
~Multiple Dates~
{Clearing of Trees, Outside Tabloid Town}
{Clearing of Trees, Outside Tabloid Town}
Doctor Seussbot... Again!
*later*
Died again?
*later*
This is... hilarious, at least!
*later*
STOP DYING
*later*
This is your last chance!
Needless to say, I died again,
But I was rescued the same as you, friend!
~September 13, 2010~
{Spirit World}
{Spirit World}
Doctor Seuss?
That's me!
It's good to see
Somebody who knows me!
... This was a bad idea, wasn't it. The Forum is in trouble, Seuss. Can you help?
Indeed I can!
I've got a plan:
First assemble a big brass band.
Shrink them small enough to fit in your hand
Scatter them throughout the land...
My story will be somewhat shorter, as I have, of course, not been here nearly as long as you have. It began, however, in the same place.
Mohandas Gandhibot.
: *in Gujarati* {Where... Where am I?}
However, when I went to Tabloid Town...
: Gandhi, right?
: Yes. Mohandas Gandhi. And you are?
: Hunter Frost. Nice to meet you. I'll show you around the suburb tomorrow, and for the night I rented a room at a hotel for you. ... I'll explain on the way there, you probably have a lot of questions.
Mr. Frost took me to the Icy Taco the next day.
: BETTYMING ARE YOU HERE
TODAY IS THE DAY
Bettyming: YOU BET I'M HERE
Is this much fanfare really necessary...?
: YOU BET IT IS
Bettyming:
: *walks in* ...
: Meet the Mahatma and the new historicalbot: GANDHIBOT
Bettyming: *slow motion high-fives both of you*
: *high-five*
: *high-five* It is nice to meet you.
No, it's not.
: *looks around for the voice*
: *reading a book*
Bettyming: ... *rolls dice* *it lands on 1 (Patton)* ...
: Mr. Orwell, correct? Mr. Frost told me about you before I came here.
: this is very unfortunate timing
: He did?
Bettyming: this
this was my one true fear
: A little. An author from around my time who is somewhat quiet and keeps to himself.
: hey gandhi i think you might want to leave now
: ...
: *nods*
: I have nothing to fear from meeting someone.
: you haven't met patton
*Verdi's Die Irae*
: RUN GANDHI RUN
: If you insist. No reason to start conflict with my first visit here. *leaves*
Of course, when I spoke to Patton later, nothing troubling happened. My apologies as well, Mr. Churchill, for not stopping to speak with you on my way out.
No need to apologize. I don't think that would have gone over too well anyway...
Speaking of which, how'd that meeting go?
You never really told us, I'm curious to know.
~December 15, 2010~
{Clearing of Trees, Outside Tabloid Town}
{Clearing of Trees, Outside Tabloid Town}
Mohandas Gandhibot.
: *in Gujarati* {Where... Where am I?}
However, when I went to Tabloid Town...
{Edge of Tabloid Town}
: Gandhi, right?
: Yes. Mohandas Gandhi. And you are?
: Hunter Frost. Nice to meet you. I'll show you around the suburb tomorrow, and for the night I rented a room at a hotel for you. ... I'll explain on the way there, you probably have a lot of questions.
Mr. Frost took me to the Icy Taco the next day.
~December 16, 2010~
{Icy Taco}
{Icy Taco}
: BETTYMING ARE YOU HERE
TODAY IS THE DAY
Bettyming: YOU BET I'M HERE
Is this much fanfare really necessary...?
: YOU BET IT IS
Bettyming:
: *walks in* ...
: Meet the Mahatma and the new historicalbot: GANDHIBOT
Bettyming: *slow motion high-fives both of you*
: *high-five*
: *high-five* It is nice to meet you.
No, it's not.
: *looks around for the voice*
: *reading a book*
Bettyming: ... *rolls dice* *it lands on 1 (Patton)* ...
: Mr. Orwell, correct? Mr. Frost told me about you before I came here.
: this is very unfortunate timing
: He did?
Bettyming: this
this was my one true fear
: A little. An author from around my time who is somewhat quiet and keeps to himself.
: hey gandhi i think you might want to leave now
: ...
: *nods*
: I have nothing to fear from meeting someone.
: you haven't met patton
*Verdi's Die Irae*
: RUN GANDHI RUN
: If you insist. No reason to start conflict with my first visit here. *leaves*
Of course, when I spoke to Patton later, nothing troubling happened. My apologies as well, Mr. Churchill, for not stopping to speak with you on my way out.
No need to apologize. I don't think that would have gone over too well anyway...
Speaking of which, how'd that meeting go?
You never really told us, I'm curious to know.
~January 20, 2011~
{Churchill's House, Edge of Tabloid Town}
{Churchill's House, Edge of Tabloid Town}
*doorbell rings*
: *answers door* Hello. ... Do I know you?
: Not... not from this lifetime. My name is Mohandas Gandhi.
: Mr. Gandhi!?
: I felt like I needed to stop avoiding you. ... May I come in?
: Yes... I'll put the tea on. *walks out of the room*
: ... .oO(On one hand, Mr. Churchill has said "It is alarming and also nauseating to see Mr. Gandhi, a seditious middle temple lawyer, now posing as a fakir of a type well known in the east, striding half-naked up the steps of the viceregal palace, while he is still organizing and conducting a defiant campaign of civil disobedience, to parley on equal terms with the representative of the king-emperor."
... On the other... "Mr. Gandhi has gone very high in my esteem since he stood up for the untouchables ... I do not care whether you are more or less loyal to Great Britain ... Tell Mr. Gandhi to use the powers that are offered and make the thing a success."
... What does he think of me now?)
: *walks back in and sits down* Take a seat, Mr. Gandhi. ... Tell me, what makes you visit me now?
: *sits* Well... I was speaking with Aizen Taun earlier-
: My absolute deepest sympathies go out to you.
: -along with the AFL-
: Once more, deepest sympathies.
: ... Mr. Taun was weighing justice against revenge... and the wolf was speaking about his world's equivalent of the Crusades, and how far they went in his world...
: I... I see...
: ... I wanted to clear up any remaining animosity between us...
: ... One moment. *walks out of the room, returns with the teapot, two cups, and a book*
: *looks curiously at the book as Churchill is pouring the tea*
: *hands Gandhi a cup and sips from his own while flipping through the book* How much modern history have you read about since you were revived, Mr. Gandhi?
: Very little, I'm afraid.
: Then you'll be interested in hearing about the American Civil Rights Movement. *flips the page to a picture and hands Gandhi the book* This is Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.
: *takes it*
: Dr. King used your philosophies to fight for equal rights for African-Americans. And he succeeded. That's just one example of many. You're a world famous figure, Mahatma.
: There's no need for the title, Mr. Churchill... I just did what I thought was right.
: We all do. Not all of us influence people the world over, however.
: Well I...
: I'm retired, Mr. Gandhi. I don't need to worry about Britain much anymore. So I can say that I respect you, and I hope you, as you put it, just keep doing what you think is right.
: Thank you, Mr. Churchill.
: Feel free to borrow that history book, by the way.
: I think I will. Thank you. I'd best be on my way now. I will speak to you later, Mr. Churchill.
: Goodbye, Mr. Gandhi.
{Churchill's House, Edge of Tabloid Town}
: Here is your book back, by the way. Thank you. *takes it out of his pocket and sets it on the table*
: You're welcome.
: So what's next for this pod with three peas?
Shall we head off and investigate the trees?
: Not yet. First, I'm curious about something else.
: Hmm?
: Orwell mentioned a serial number today... While there isn't one on the outside, perhaps one is hidden? I say we ask somebody more knowledgeable in robotics.
: Hmm. He doesn't come around the Forum anymore, but our best bet is to ask Square Root, at the Virtupets Space Station. It's late, though, so we should wait until tomorrow.
: That might be best.
: I'll pick you up tomorrow.
: Thank you. Goodnight, Mr. Churchill, Dr. Seuss. *walks out*
: *helicopter blades come out of his hat and he flies out the window*
: *sigh* ... I need some tea.