|SKRILLEX SAGA - BETWEEN TWO STEPS
Author: Smash the Ecchidna PM
An RPG Game Design Document for the Best RPG Ever by Smash the Ecchidna AKA SMACHI.Rated: Fiction T - English - Adventure/Fantasy - Rex & Microsoft Sam - Chapters: 3 - Words: 1,532 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 11-10-12 - Published: 11-09-12 - id: 8687880
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Greets to all my loyal fans and viewers. This is Smash the Ecchidna, the author and writer of classics such as "Cave n Cave: A Pinocon Story" and "Nineten-Eighty-Friends." Though on I am primarily seen as a maestro of the written word, you may be interested to know that I am also an experienced RPG game developer with years of experience on the field. Believe me when I say that, while my stories are pretty phantasmal, nothing is better than procreating and populating an entire world for people to insert themselves into and discover the plot in the way only an RPG could ejaculate. Inspiring titles such as "Tales of Symphonia," "Sonic Chronicles: The Dark Brotherhood," and "Splice the Hedgehog" only serve to prove my point.
With all that said, I am pleased to announce the development of my new RPG...
BETWEEN TWO STEPS
By SMASH the ECCHIDNA AKA SMACHI
= SECTION 1: STORY =
Skrillex was wubbing out some phat beatz in his castle one morning. He was about to crank up the volume when suddenly his jamz stopped flowing through his hi-fi stereos. "What the heck!" Skrillex said.
Just then, the royal vizier, Gandalf the Whack, burst into the room and started yelling a lot. "Skrillex, mah boy! It's awful! The sanctity – nay, the entire existence of Dubstep is under siege by evil forces!" he explained through his beard. "They plan to wipe out every recording of Dubstep on the planet and reduce the art of wubbing to mere legend!"
"Who the heck is behind this fudging attack!" Skrillex inquired.
"None other than the revived corpse of Ludwig van Beethoven and his legion of cyborg deaf-mutes!" Gandalf replied while combing his hair furiously. "The fiends are currently preparing to launch anti-wub missiles throughout the entire world as we speak!"
"Gosh darn it!" Skrillex exclaimed. Although he had slammed many scrubs during his time as a wandering songstress of Dubstep, those days were long behind him, and even then none of what he faced before could possibly compare to the conflict that was soon to come. His hope was turning into dope.
But then, the royal prophet and self-appointed Funkanizer, Snoop Dogg, smoothly swaggered into the room. "Yo, Skrillex, get the negative neuron out of your noodle," he rapped. "Drop it like it's hot."
"But Snoopy," Skrillex responded. "I can't possibly take on Beethoven's hellacious horde by myself!"
"You be right about that brah," Snoop Dogg concurred. "But you ain't gonna be in this alone. Ya see, I toked a vision, a premonition, a prophelization of the future. Innit, I saw you formin' a posse with four other peeps, and that posse might be the pivotal party for repressin' them repulsive revenants.
"That ain't to say the strife will be straightforward, though," Snoop Dogg continued. "Ah reckon that, even under the best circumstances, the costs of combat will be copious. Lands will be wasted, cities will crumble to dust, and blood will be shed, y'all.
"I can't even guarantee that you'll survive, Skrillex, as my toke turned to smoke before I could peek toward later weeks. But what I can say is that you, and only you, possess the mofo magic that could make miracles out of this madness. You gotta get out there." Snoop Dogg gave Skrillex a reassuring pat on the back as he contemplated over Snoop's arousing words.
Finally, Skrillex stood up. "You're right, Snoop-sama. It's time for me to wake up; leave my hesitation." With that said, he strapped his magical turntable to his back and began to head out. Gandalf and Snoop Dogg followed close behind.
"Godspeed, Master Skrillex!" Gandalf said as he twizzled his mustache delightfully. "Be sure to stay calm and keep your wubz about you in the heat of battle!"
"I got the utmost confidence in you dawg," Snoop Dogg said. "After all, man, you tha OD: Original Dubstep."
"Aw shucks, thanks guys," Skrillex replied as he strode through the castle gates. "I'll make sure to let those sneaky freakies know that messing with Dubstep means getting all up in Skrillex's grillex."
"I'll show them the power of wub."
And so, Skrillex set forth on his journey to gather his posse, stop the anti-wub missiles, and ultimately send Ludwig van Beethoven back to his grave. But can Skrillex and his nakama truly stop the terrible destruction plaguing their planet? It is up to you, as Skrillex, to decide the destiny.