A place for those who "Trust the Fungus"

Uh, you should replace Tyler with that kid from Terminator 2. XD That or just remove him.

1upmushroom wrote:Uh, you should replace Tyler with that kid from Terminator 2. XD That or just remove him.

I'll just remove him, 3 is plenty anyway. sorry.

superwesleybros wrote:

1upmushroom wrote:Uh, you should replace Tyler with that kid from Terminator 2. XD That or just remove him.

I'll just remove him, 3 is plenty anyway. sorry.

It's ok. Really, I shouldnt've thought about him.

1upmushroom wrote:It's ok. Really, I shouldnt've thought about him.

Here is the same poster sans Tyler.

superwesleybros wrote:

1upmushroom wrote:It's ok. Really, I shouldnt've thought about him.

Here is the same poster sans Tyler.

Much better man. It's perfect .

Thanks.

1upmushroom wrote:Chapter 5: Dinner

I actually really liked this chapter for some odd reason. The focus on the burrito was unnecessary, but ultimately funny. I also like Tyler, even though he may turn out to just be a shitheaded kid. I hope that his arrogance is at least counterbalanced by suave '90s coolness like John Connor's from Terminator 2.

While your writing is still far from smooth and succinct, it's noticeably much cleaner than even just your earlier chapters. If you keep working on your writing and knowing which words to use then you'll get better every day.

superwesleybros wrote:Okay here is an update...of the update lol!

Changes...
Re-arranged The Rebel and Wario and added Credits on the bottom.

While the changes are minor, they do make the poster more aesthetically pleasing and ultimately more professional. Glad to see you're so willing to keep at it. You and 1upmushroom make a good creative team.

Chapter 6: A Dream

Well, I’m tired again. That or I’m just consumed by the awkwardness here and my mind’s looking for an excuse.

The Rebel left the kitchen and walked all the way to his room. The hallways were always shorter nowadays; either that or he was walking fast. When he opened the door, the Rebel closed the door and crashed on his coat. He still felt uncertain though, like something was lagging. So he tried thinking of things to sooth his mind. He then thought of Koopa, not exactly soothing but it was the only thing he thought of so he went with it. He thought of the first day he ever met Koopa which was in his office. He remembered almost everything, the room, the desk, the chair, the fact that Wario and all the other guys were there, and Koopa himself. Koopa looked extra special that day, with his groomed hair that had some red to it, his blue outfit that was sharper than pens, and his eyes that always seemed to be looking at you, actually everything about Koopa was intimidating.

They were all standing except Koopa who sat on his chair with a look of legitimate intrigue. He remembered being nervous just staring at the King’s royal advisor with lots of people he never even knew. Koopa then got up and told them of their new tasks as his special soldiers. What Koopa’s exact words were, he didn’t remember but he knew it was about what they would do and what challenges they would face. Koopa then sneezed on his hand wiped them on the desk. The Rebel remembered looking surprised while Koopa assured him that they were “just germs”.

The rest however was a blur as the Rebel came back into reality and saw that it had been a whole 30 minutes. He rubbed his eyebrows a bit and got up from his coat. He then sat at the desk and tried doing nothing. That didn’t soothe his mind either, all he could think about was that Tyler kid and how monotone he was.

They must have been really harsh on them.

There was another knock at the door as he suddenly broke out of thought again. When he opened the door, it was Wario with a pillow and blanket. The Rebel made a playful sigh.

“Don’t tell me she already kicked you out.”

Wario smirked, “I’m afraid not. I just got these for you since you might get cold sleeping in here.”

The Rebel looked at the blanket which was a car sheet and the pillow which was probably brought from Wario’s house. It wasn’t but it would have to do. He grabbed the items from Wario and threw them at the coat.

“Thanks.”

“Oh trust me, it was no problem.”

Just then the door that led outside the warehouse opened as Mona got out and headed to her and Wario’s room. Then there was a loud groan in annoyance.

“Who took my blanket and pillow?!”

Wario then smirked some more and left but not before warning the Rebel to “hide those” if she came down here. The Rebel quickly hid the items under his coat and slept on it to hide them. However, there was no real need as he never heard her come to his room so he just slept.

Good night I guess.

When he finally fell asleep, the Rebel dreamed of Koopa’s office, torn, vandalized, and destroyed. He was there, looking at all the chaos when he saw the lizard skin chair move. He ran to the chair and kicked it over. In its place was Koopa, weak, scared, and defenceless. He looked up at the Rebel and laughed insanely. The Rebel started to laugh as well, sneakily grabbing a shard of glass. There was rain outside while they still laughed. Koopa got up, his suit torn greatly, still laughing.

“Go ahead,” he said, “Go ahead and do it you little bastard.”

The Rebel said nothing but still laughed. Then without warning the Rebel raised the shard of glass, wearing a smile of pure satisfaction watching Koopa’s menacing stare, the sinister smile made it obvious, he dared him to do it. Then the Rebel painfully pierced Koopa through his chest with the shard waiting for Koopa to fall down so he could kick him out the window. Koopa however, merely took the shard out of his chest.
“Poor choice soldier,”

Koopa then kicked him down. When the Rebel fell down, Koopa pierced him with that same shard of glass. After the pain merely started to cease, Koopa stomped on the arm with the shard. More pain erupted as the Rebel managed to rip the shard out and pierce it on Koopa’s right foot. Koopa screamed a blood curdling scream as the Rebel got up and pushed him over the table. He landed on Koopa and started punching him very violently. Koopa then pushed him off and punched him in the jaw. The last bit of the dream ended with a big blast. He woke up with sweat on his head and pain on his arm.

When he turned over he saw that his arm was next to a very sharp edge of the desk’s legs. Someone was knocking on the door.

Good god, what was with that?

(End of chapter)

Redstar wrote:While the changes are minor, they do make the poster more aesthetically pleasing and ultimately more professional. Glad to see you're so willing to keep at it. You and 1upmushroom make a good creative team.

As Mario once said, That's the way the meatball bounces!

Yeah this is actually one of the first posters I made that didn't have me or my friends in it. The experience has been a fun one. Maybe I can make posters for all the members who have fan-fics lol.

*I have an idea for a teaser for Mushroom Madness!*

1upmushroom wrote:Chapter 6: A Dream

I found The Rebel's flashback to his meeting with Koopa to be perhaps the best moment you've written so far. It was just fascinating seeing Koopa so aloof and rational; it really goes to show just how far he's lost himself to his own vices and delusions.

The dream sequence itself was also pretty good. Something about it just demonstrates The Rebel's feelings towards Koopa, which don't seem entirely fueled by hatred. He almost has a fear and reverence for him, as if they were once close friends.

Funny you should say that Redstar as I thought this chapter was more of a gamble. Plus after rereading it, I regretted not having Koopa say "Come on you gruesome son of a bitch, hit me!" Also, This mini fight is only a bit of what's to come.

As requested by 1upmushroom, A concept of the dream sequence...

*note* Because of difficulties finding good poses and minacial faces I did the best job I could for this one.

enjoy it.

superwesleybros wrote:As requested by 1upmushroom, A concept of the dream sequence...

*note* Because of difficulties finding good poses and minacial faces I did the best job I could for this one.

enjoy it.

For what you could do, it's really really good. Not exactly subtle though. But then I couldn't do better. Nice job. You did perfect.

1upmushroom wrote:For what you could do, it's really really good. Not exactly subtle though. But then I couldn't do better. Nice job.

Yeah it's hard to find certain poses, what I may do in the future is have my friends do these poses take pics of them, then photoshop in pics of the actors you want.

Thanks though, I worked hard on it. My favorite part was creating the lighting from the moon and fire.

Sure, that's great.

1upmushroom wrote:Sure, that's great.

I've never tried making a scene like that before, it was a fun experience but posters are my main forte. lol.

superwesleybros wrote:

1upmushroom wrote:Sure, that's great.

I've never tried making a scene like that before, it was a fun experience but posters are my main forte. lol.

Well, it's done and for a while I really don't anything else.

Glad I could help out.

superwesleybros wrote:Thanks though, I worked hard on it. My favorite part was creating the lighting from the moon and fire.

Once again a great concept realized by a talented team. You both really add something to the project. Perhaps you'll even be able to collaborate on your own fan film.

Chapter 7: Hobbies

God, that nightmare I had about Koopa. It was all so real, the crescent moon in the window, the torn up office, that fire. Eh, I’ll deal with it as it comes. Who’s knocking at the door anyway?

The Rebel got up from his coat, apparently having pulled out the pillow and blanket and walked to the door. He opened the door to find Wario with a box filled with thousands of items. Inside it were fuses, a big white sheet of paper, little windup legs, wind up keys, gun powder, matches, circle shells with many holes, little gadgets that connected to the wind up key, little caps with holes in them, black, white, and grey paint, some black string and cu-tips. This made the Rebel smile.

“Alright,” he said, “I get to do what I love.”

“Did I get everything?”

He took the box from Wario, put it on the desk and looked inside again.

“Yep, everything’s here. Now if you excuse me...”

The Rebel motioned Wario to leave as he closed the door.

“The manufacturer is at work.”

He sat at the desk, and took out the white sheet. After laying it on the desk, he took out the cu-tips, circle shells, and gun powder. He carefully took a drip of gun powder and put it on the cu-tip. He then took the circle shells apart and started spreading the gun powder with the cu-tip on the shells. For about 4 minutes he did this until all shells were completely full. Then he took out the gadgets and the matches. He quickly assembled each gadget to look like a sort of elaborate match lighter that would raise the match to a hole that lead to a black string which light up to the fuse.

He carefully put the match in the hole where it was supposed to go and did the same thing to the other gadgets and matches. Then he put each elaborate match lighter into each shell that had the right holes to connect to. He took out the wind up keys and connected each of them with the shells that had the right holes to connect to. He then took each half of a whole shell and carefully combined each half as to not have the gun powder slip out. Now he grabbed the caps and tightly screwed them on the top of the shells. Then he took out the fuses and the wind up legs. He first put the fuses on the caps, making sure they wouldn’t fall off. He fit the wind up legs on the bottom part of the shells. Then, he took out the paint and paint brushes. He completely covered the shells in black while adding two bits of white paint for the eyes.

Finally, he put the black string where it was supposed to go while connecting it with the fuse. There, it was done; he managed to make about 80 of these in about an hour. The Rebel opened the door and found Wario was there the entire. He threw one of them at Wario.

“Damn you’re patient.”

“Yeah, so what is this called again?”

The Rebel grinned as he said, “B-bomb.”

(end of chapter)

Awesome stuff, as Han Solo said, this is where the fun begins.

1upmushroom wrote:Chapter 7: Hobbies

Great. The Rebel is a terrorist.

Redstar wrote:

1upmushroom wrote:Chapter 7: Hobbies

Great. The Rebel is a terrorist.

Then again, he used to work for the guy who would enventually try to enslave us the mammals in the Mario Movie.

Not saying it's a bad thing; sometimes extreme measures are required to overcome social duress. V for Vendetta is a good example of that in fiction, though it's not always so morally palatable in real-life.

Then again, this isn't real life.
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Chapter 8: Practice

Well, everything is set. I got the items, the weapons, Wario’s got the men, Mona’s got the car, and everything is ready. All we have to do is not get caught and we’re back in the city. I can’t wait to get my hands filled with Koopa’s blood. I’ve waited too damn long to do such an easy task and nothing’s going to stop me!

The Rebel got on his coat, took the papers which he wrote on plus the stuff they bought at the thrift store and headed out the door of his quarters. In the main area he saw Mona aiming the flamethrower at a car while Tyler stood and watched. In about 3 seconds she shot it and the flaming fireball hit the car at 100% accuracy. She then handed the gun to Tyler.

“And that is how you do it baby,” she said while stroking his hair.

The Rebel walked while putting down the items.

“You’re teaching him now?”

“No, not really,” She said, “I taught him a month ago but when he’s going he has to learn how to shoot well.”

The Rebel was surprised by this,

“Going,” he said, “As in with us?”

“What did you think I meant?”

“Are you sure that’s a smart thing to do?”

“Well he can’t stay here, people might come and kill him, I can’t take that risk.”

“Ah yes so bringing him into a bigger risk of danger is the smart thing to do.”

“Shut up, he’s going.”

Mona then walked outside the warehouse with the items the Rebel had to put them in the car. The Rebel looked at Tyler shooting at the car with complete accuracy.

Not bad actually.

He then walked to Tyler with a little grin.

“So,” he said, “You excited?”

Tyler stopped practicing and looked at him.

“I guess so. It’s pretty important huh?”

“Yeah, you could say that.”

“So what is it really,” Tyler said checking out the flamethrower with deep interest.

“It’s nothing, just a meeting with your dad’s friends.”

“And you don’t know them do you?”

“Not really, no.”

There was a bit of silence there until Tyler broke it as he aimed the flamethrower at the car.

“So...you’re saying we’re screwed.”

“Yes, that’s probably the outcome here.”

Tyler then threw the flamethrower at him.

“You better practice then.”

The Rebel scoffed, “Me, practice?”

He then aimed the flamethrower at the car. He turned it to the side and with one hand he pulled the trigger. The fireball travelled to the car quickly and hit it with 100% accuracy. He then looked at Tyler who was very impressed.

“Damn that was good!” He said, “Where’d you learn how to shoot?”

“When I was 8,” He said looking at the damaged car, “So is that all, your mother taught you do when in battle?”

Tyler thought for a bit, “No.”

The Rebel looked away as he said, “Oh, well what else did she teach you?”

He then heard a noise as he looked back and saw Tyler holding a switch-blade.

“Hand to hand combat too huh? Damn, your mom’s not wasting time.”

“She’s helping prepare for the trip.”

The Rebel dropped the flamethrower.

“Well, with trips like these, you can hardly blame her.”

“Can you help me practice?”

The Rebel stood there, watching Tyler twirl the blade around.

“Sure kid, if you want me to.”

Tyler then ran forward as the Rebel grabbed his hand with the switch blade and twisted it a little but too hard so it wouldn’t hurt him. However, Tyler pulled out another switch blade and swung around. But the Rebel knew this as well as he grabbed the other hand. He then began twisting both hands but Tyler escaped with a nice kick in the soft spot. The Rebel fell to the ground releasing both hands when he then whacked a switch blade out of one. Tyler tried to get it back but it was too. The Rebel already had it but the time Tyler stretched his hand.

He then clanged his blade with Tyler’s as they went at it for about two minutes. Tyler then punched him as he almost stabbed the Rebel but stopped at his chest. They both couldn’t stop breathing. Tyler let him get up as he took both switch blades and put them in his pocket.

“Well, I think you’re ready.” Tyler said,

“Yeah, hey, have you ever thrown a B-bomb before?”

Tyler looked puzzled. The Rebel got out a B-bomb and winded up the key. Soon, the fuse lit and he raised it with his left arm aiming it at the car. When the fuse was almost out he threw it at the car and it landed in the window. In a matter of minutes the car exploded with great force as he and Tyler hid in his room. When they went back they found the car in half, one side was on the left and the other was on te right and both were on fire. Tyler got a bucket and filled it with water. After a couple of minutes the fire decreased.

“That was awesome,” Tyler said.

“If you think that was awesome you should have seen what happens when you turn it all the way.”

“HEY QUIT SCREWING AROUND,” Wario screamed, “COME ON LET’S GO!”

You don’t need to shout.

1upmushroom wrote:Chapter 8: Practice

I like this chapter. We get to see some bonding between The Rebel and Tyler which I feel might be important as the story goes on. Tyler is clearly going to be important, whether as The Rebel's protege or as a future traitor. That remains to be seen.

The only thing I'd criticize is that his mother only just now seems to be teaching him how to operate a firearm. I'd suggest tweaking the dialogue to make her only be reminding him of what she's already taught him rather than giving him the rundown now.

Poster #3 as requested by 1upmushroom.

AWESOME! I especially love the cresent moon's color! This is clearly epic!

1upmushroom wrote:AWESOME! I especially love the cresent moon's color! This is clearly epic!

Okay, hair is fixed, I'll replace it one the box I originally posted it in.

and thanks about the moon, that one is my favorite part.

superwesleybros wrote:

1upmushroom wrote:AWESOME! I especially love the cresent moon's color! This is clearly epic!

Okay, hair is fixed, I'll replace it one the box I originally posted it in.

and thanks about the moon, that one is my favorite part.

Excellent! I really LOVE this poster as much as the first one!

1upmushroom wrote:Excellent! I really LOVE this poster as much as the first one!

Thank you. the new logo was made using the actual font from the Mario Movie logo instead of a similar version.

superwesleybros wrote:Poster #3 as requested by 1upmushroom.

Cool poster, wes. I'm really starting to take a liking to the idea of Nicholson in the role of Koopa.

Redstar wrote:

superwesleybros wrote:Poster #3 as requested by 1upmushroom.

Cool poster, wes. I'm really starting to take a liking to the idea of Nicholson in the role of Koopa.

Thanks, me too. lol.

Well here's the tenth total chapter of The First Rebel. Although I'm pretty sure I'm going to have to explain a few things.

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Chapter 9: Assassin.

Hmm, Tyler’s more trained for combat than I thought. Maybe he will be ok during the ride. Then again these are Wario’s friends. Wario has been known to hang around with the incredibly dangerous. Still it could be worse. There could be an incredibly strong assassin with a mission from Koopa to kill us. But hey, life isn’t that random and cruel right?

Outside was the old car that Mona drove to get to the warehouse. It was an average looking car that had a trunk filled with supplies. The windows were cracked; the passenger door was severely dented, and from what The Rebel could tell the brakes were almost off. He got in the passenger seat with Wario and Mona as Wario turned the car on. Tyler slept in the back, stretching across the four foot seat while resting his head on the inside of the door. Soon after 5 minutes the car was already out of Petals-Burg and going into the next town. When they approached this town called “New Hope”, Wario parked the car next to the sidewalk and got out. Mona followed as the Rebel got out of the passenger door.

“Should we wake the kid up?” He asked Wario,

“Nah, besides this won’t take long. It’s just a little meeting.”

The place where the meeting was held was an old diner that looked like it forgot it wasn’t in the 1950’s. It was called “The Classic Eatery” and it barely had any customers. When they walked in they found the place, as usual, to be deserted. The only customers there were a group of people at the far back. There were three of them, two of them wore masks and held flamethrowers while the one in the middle just sat there, laying his back on the chair while smoking a cigarette.

His red jacket had more colour than Wario’s hat and his white pants were whiter than his own teeth. His face had that “I don’t care what the hell you say to me” look to it as his white glasses only reinforced the fact that this guy was intimidating. He motioned them to come over to where he was as he took a long drag from his cigarette. Wario was the first to walk over as he shook the man’s hand.

“How are you Jimmy?” He said with a grin,

Jimmy flicked his cigarette into an astray and got out another.

“Good,” he said, “I’ve had better days but I’m good.”

He saw the others slowly walk towards as he sat up and showed them the chairs.

“What are you standing up for? Sit down, sit down, it won’t hurt you.”

Wario sat down quickly as did Mona while the Rebel still sat up. Jimmy took another long drag with his cigarette and looked at him.

“Don’t you want to sit down?”

“No, I’m fine where I am.”

“Oh no, I insist.”

However the Rebel wouldn’t budge as Jimmy sighed.

“Anyway,” he said, “I got some bad news for all of you.”

“Was it?” Wario asked,

“Well, for you Wario, the company’s almost bankrupt. I managed to keep it from drowning but there’s nothing else I can do. If you don’t start cleaning up some things...well you already know what’ll happen.”

Wario just looked at the ceiling, obviously in thought. Jimmy looked at Mona and took a short drag.

“For you Mona, your little lady friend broke into your house yesterday and stole most of your stuff.”

Mona’s eyes widened, “That bitch!”

Jimmy nodded and looked at the Rebel.

“As for you...well, I always save the best for last.”

Jimmy took a long drag and then he blew smoke in the Rebel’s face.

“What is it?”

“As you all know, Koopa’s not happy that either of you escaped, especially as a team. He then learned that you guys killed Mac. My inside guys told me he thought that’d be a perfect reason for Mark to kill you both.”

“What happened?”

Jimmy sighed, “Mark was released and shoved into the experiment labs. He’s just been released out of there with a gun and an injection needle. It doesn’t look good.”

The Rebel sighed deeply.

Great, now Mark’s after us.

“So,” The rebel said, “What do we do?”

“Well Mr. Smith,” A voice said, “That depends on how you want to die.”

They all looked at the front door, there was a man looking directly at them. He held a large bag containing many sorts of hammers.

“What the hell do you want anyway Mark?” The Rebel said, by this time the guards had aimed the guns at Mark.

“Oh trust me,” Mark said, “Guns won’t do you any good. Anyway Mr. Smith, I’m here to give you two options. I can kill you with one throw. Or we can do it the “fun” way.”

“Fun way huh?” The Rebel said mockingly, “Sounds fun.”

“Just pick one will you? I’m giving you two choices here.” Mark said,

“I think we all agree here that I’d like to pick one that lets me live.”

Mark pulled out a sledge hammer from his bag.

Oh shi-

The sledge hammer came flying at them as they all ran from that spot. Within a few seconds the hammer annihilated the entire table. Jimmy grabbed one of the larger pieces of the table and looked at Mark who simple shook his head.

“You just don’t get it do you?” Mark asked as he walked towards Jimmy.

The guard quickly shot their flamethrowers as Mark quickly dodged all attacks. Mark then looked at both the guards.

“Stop that please.” Mark said grimly,

The Guards looked at each other and kept firing at him. Mark simply got out a hammer and swung it at the guards. The hammer acted like a boomerang, hitting the left guard first as it forced the body to collide harshly with the right guard. Both the corpses were now on the floor as blood continued flow from them. Jimmy dropped the piece of wood as Mark walked towards the Rebel. When they were 3ft apart from each other Mark pulled out an average hammer.

“Since we used to be friends,” Mark said, “I’ll make it painless.”

Mark however didn’t notice that Rebel sneakily pulled out a switch blade from his sleeve.

“I’m grateful,” he said,

Mark grinned as he raised the hammer. The Rebel then stabbed Mark in the stomach as he also hit Mark square in the jaw. Mark let go of the hammer as he stammered around a bit. The Rebel grabbed the hammer as he was about to swing it at Mark’s face when Mark caught the hammer. He then pulled the switch blade out of his stomach as he threw it at the Rebel’s right foot. Minor pain seared the Rebel’s right foot as he kicked Mark in the soft spot with his left. Mark barely winced as he continued to fight for the hammer. The Rebel fiercely punched Mark in his recent wound and stomped on his left foot. Mark winced a little as he let go of the hammer.

“You son of a-” Mark stammered as he fell down. He tried to get back up but the Rebel smashed the hammer into his left shoulder. As Mark yelled, he was hit by the hammer again at the same spot. Mark then turned over and sighed heavily. At a last attempt, he pulled out two items. One was peculiar looking gun, the other was an injection needle filled with green goo. The Rebel tried to grab both items but Mark already pulled the trigger on the gun.

It all happened quickly but he was able to see Mark mutate heavily. His skin was getting filled with scales as his finger nails turned to claws. His eyes turned yellow as his teeth became fangs. A tail grew as well and his feet had changed into a more prehistoric state. Mark soon let go of the trigger as he was now a monster. However he hadn’t lost all of his human features, his body was still structured like a human and he could still speak.

“Now you’ll get it,” he said in a rather demonic voice. Mark grabbed the needle and jabbed it in his neck. As he pushed all the goo into his body Mark shook violently. He kept screaming and screaming with each scream becoming more monstrous. He was also growing in size. In a matter of seconds Mark was about 10ft tall.

Soon he was so giant that his head broke through the ceiling. The Rebel managed to get the gun before Mark landed his foot on it. As the Rebel watched with terror Wario stood next to him.

“You know when I scoffed at you for saying Koopa would anything to get what he wanted?”

“Yeah I remember what about it?”

“Just forgot I said that ok?”

“It’s a deal.”

Wario, the Rebel, Mona and Jimmy ran out the building as Mark leaped from the building and into the streets. He let out a gigantic roar as he threw a giant hammer their way. Fortunately Wario, Jimmy, Mona and the Rebel successfully got in the car. Since Jimmy had to sit in the back, Mona woke Tyler and told him to “move your ass someone has to sit there!”

“Ok, OK!” Tyler moved his feet from the seat.

With terrific speed, the car managed to dodge all the hammers being thrown at them but Mark, being about 16ft ran at them, successfully grabbing the car.

“We’re going to die aren’t we?” Tyler said obviously terrified,

“Shut up kid we don’t need images of us dying in our heads!” Wario screamed,

Mark opened his mouth as he roared, revealing a long row of sharp fangs! The Rebel however got an idea as he pulled out the flamethrower. He then opened the car door to get better aim.

“ARE YOU NUTS?!” Mona screamed,

“No,” he said, “just insane!”

He held a certain button to make the fireball gain energy. When it was fully charged, the Rebel pulled the trigger. The huge fireball travelled until it hit the uvula. Mark then roared in pain as he still held on to the car.

Damn, wait a minute.

He got into the backseat and found two B-bombs. After grabbing them, he wound them up until the keys would disconnect if he wound it up further. Then he waited until the fuses on both B-bombs were almost out. When the moment came, he threw both into the mouth of Mark. In 2 seconds, Mark’s head exploded due to the sheer fire power of both B-bombs. Soon the car after being dropped from Mark’s hand was able to land on his tail as guts began to land everywhere but mostly on the streets.

Well Koopa that was a good hand I admit but it wasn’t enough to finish me off. You’re going to have to try harder.

Epic Chapter.

superwesleybros wrote:Epic Chapter.

Glad you enjoyed the chapter.

The Rebel and Wario poster as asked for.

I used a factory image for the Wario poster to represent the factory setting he built the B-Bombs.

Perfect. These are really good.

1upmushroom wrote:Perfect. These are really good.

thank you.

I like how Wario's dressed in disco garb. That's a nice touch.