Prodiguy

O_O Dude, in my opinion, it'd be AWESOME to see my characters appear somewhere in a story. Almost like an easter egg for those that know the characters around here. XD

I'm just waiting for you to post about some kind of robbery, with a certain pink android being kidnapped at the same time. XD

The assassin robot called up its blades again, slamming them down just as Experiment threw himself out of the way. Lunging to his feet, he growled. "Alright, that's it," he muttered, hitting buttons on his PDA. His armour began shifting, then, in a flash of light and sound, Experiment 2.0 was replaced with a heavily armoured battle-suit. Electricity coursed over it, due to the fact that it was still in the prototype stages, but it was clear it was still amazingly strong.

The robot swung its blades, clashing across the armour. It was too strong. The right blade flew from the machine's hands, causing it to dash over and grab it again.

"Alright buddy- You should read the warning labels. No operating heavy machinery when under influence of complete pwnage!!!" Hands glowed, 2.0 flew forward, fist connecting with the bot's head, sending it spiraling back into a dumpster. It stood, electronic interference obvious as it spoke- "Heavy Armour Suit, detected. Initiating safety protocol."

The assassin blades glowed a bright blue, electricity crashing across their surface. Experiment raised an eyebrow in his suit. "Okay, this is new. What the hell is going on?"

The robot dashed forward, aiming for the hero. 2.0 raised his arms to defend himself... And the blade made contact. He flew back, his whole suit disabled. The blades had held some sort of E.M.P. wave. The suit was deactivated, leaving him without any armour whatsoever.

John Ballard connected with the wall, severe pain running through him. He coughed up blood as he hit the ground, groaning- This was bad.

He looked up, and saw the blades of the machine spinning now... And suddenly had an idea.

He had to get those blades away from it.

Lining his arms with spikes, leaving a spot open, he ran forward, pushed the blades into each open spot on his arm, and fired his spines.

The blades flew. The spikes had bent inward inside him, causing a sort of clasp. Each sword stuck to either side of the wall. The robot was defenseless.

Well, except for the fists, the axe, and the staff, but who's counting?

Hitting his PDA to reactivate his normal armour, Experiment 2.0 flew into the air, firing a spike at the assassin. The armour blocked most of it, but the poison seeped into some gaps- Possibly from the hard hit it had sustained from the power suit.

It followed him up, unsheathing the blue axe from its leg and swinging it wildly. However, it was less expert with the axe than it was with the blades- It had no real tactic with it. Experiment blocked it quite easily, as it hadn't been sharpened to perfection as the swords had, before spinning in the air, knocking the weapon from the machine before stabbing forward. The chest plate loosened, but he was smacked away before he could do any real damage. The machine's armour then healed, as it removed the Nemesis Staff from its sheath.

It sped forward, before firing a ball of energy at the hero. Experiment flew over it, throwing a spike at the weapon. The gears around it simply rejected the organic spike. He cursed, flying into close combat. The machine tried to punch, and missed- The Nemesis Staff made its balance uneven. Experiment began slashing wildly... Before his right arm got lodged in something. He looked- The Nemesis Staff had trapped his spike in the center with its gears.

He yelped, avoiding the right hook from the robot as well as he could... And pulled the gears back slightly. This sent an electric shock through the staff into the robot- This made his need clear.

If he reversed the working gears, he could cause the weapon to self-destruct, or at least shock the thing badly.

He began spinning his arm, causing even more damage to the robot, as electricity and plain energy began shooting from the staff. Eventually, the top stopped glowing with electricity, and instead, the whole staff began coursing with it. Experiment pushed off the chest of the 'bot, right before the staff's explosion sent it reeling back. It collided with a wall, and flew inside.

Experiment took this opportunity to run- He wasn't going to beat this thing, especially not in his state.

A few minutes later, Experiment 4.0 came back online. It sped into the sky, scanner observing the surrounding area. "Subject: Experiment 2.0. Status: ...Escaped. Initiating return, recharge, and commence hunt program."

With that, the 3 remaining weapons, the two blades and the axe, self-destructed, as he flew into the sky, back toward Shimmer's ship.

Experiment 2.0, however, was sleeping, medical drones healing his wounds and PDA fixing the battle armour he had caused to malfunction.

Experiment 2.0, suited up in his bright red, panel armour suit as per usual, was sitting on the edge of a skyscraper in his neighborhood of Steel Canyon. Not much crime had happened lately- Every once in a long while, a Rikti Ship would try and cause some damage, but a huge group of heroes would swarm it and run off the Rikti yet again, so that was rather easy.

The fires had begun dying down- He guessed the Hellions were getting bored- And the Outcasts hadn't been causing any large crimes of late. Everything was very calm, and so was his mood. He lay back, smiling and closing his eyes to the sun at its highest point of the day.

"This job is getting easier," he said, smirking, "I haven't heard a peep out of Shimmer for months. Usually that would worry me, I guess, but it just seems like everything's cooling down... Finally."

A piercing alarm made him shoot up, and groan.

That was the only thing he hated- Bank robberies were going on more and more often now. He didn't understand why. It seemed to be the Steel Canyon bank mainly too- He would have thought those 'Destined Ones' would slow down a bit by now. If they hadn't gotten anything because of him ten times in a row, why would they now?

He sped toward the bank, landing and pushing open the doors quickly. Small robots, battle bots, were blasting the walls and officers around the room. He sped over, cutting one in half with his organic, poison-laden spikes, and then leaping over two more before throwing a single spike, impaling them both. He rushed through the corridors, taking down easy, destructible battle bots with every swing, before he came to the hallways to the vault.

Inside the caged rooms were melee-bots, Shimmer's design. Commonly mistaken for Protector-bots of common knowledge, these larger versions of battle bots were equipped with blades on each arm, and the ability to perform very advanced physical maneuvers. They took a little more time, one barely putting a scratch in the hero's armour, before they were down.

"So, Shimmer's back in the lime-light. He NEVER robs banks, though- He just builds stuff with scrap from these guys, usually..." he muttered, dashing to the vault door.

Coming out of the door was a red and black robot, mostly human-shaped, about a foot taller than Experiment, carrying four bags of money. It was Shimmer's favourite Mk. II Battle Suit, the name of which was confusing, as Shimmer never really wore it.

"Experiment 2.0," Shimmer's voice came from the machine, obviously from some built-in radio, "So nice of you to join me. I'm afraid I can't stay, you know, have to escape and all."

"Yeah, I'm gonna have to say that that answer is incorrect. Please try again while I implant my fist into your bot's face-plate."

Experiment's arms glowed blue as he threw himself forward, his fist colliding with the bot's helmet and sending it flying back into the wall. He then walked forward slowly, grinning. "Seriously? You hide for months, come back, and are just as weak as ever? Didn't you improve ANYTHING?"

The Mk. II unit dashed forward, kicking Experiment in the stomach before he could react. He flew back, but was not worried in the slightest- He knew this plan.

He flipped back, sliding on the ground between the huge legs of the Assault Bot Shimmer always used to try and defeat him. He then launched up, spike ripping through the back shell, revealing the power core, the weakness of the bot. Before he could hit it however, the machine swiveled violently, metal arms slamming him backward into a few safety deposit boxes. He groaned, before looking up, and leaping to the side as a missile rushed toward him. It hit the boxes, sending jewelery, paper, and other assorted, expensive items all over the floor.

Experiment then dashed to the left, as the robot fired a rail cannon at him. The blue beam ripped through the wall, as he rolled around it, and stabbed a spine into the power core. The thing exploded instantly, sending him back a few feet as he adjusted himself and landed flawlessly.

He walked back to Shimmer's Mk. II... Only to hear the doctor's faint laughing.

"I know, I find it funny too," Experiment said, "How I always beat you the same way."

Dr. Shimmer's laughter went from quiet, to insane, loud, and triumphant.

Then, from behind the hero, a voice, tinged with the ever-memorable, grainy voice of a robot, said "Subject Experiment 2.0- Decimation imminent."

That was the only thing that saved 2.0's life, as he rolled forward, a curved, shining blade barely missing him. He gasped, backing up quickly to the Mk. II unit. "What the hell is THAT?!"

The unit flew behind the new robot- It was huge. Blue and white primarily, the robot was at least two times Experiment's size. It wielded two curved blades, blades that Experiment recognized as commonly used assassin's blades, but of course, they were tainted with technology- They glowed a pale blue, their handles holding switches and buttons all over the blade, and leaving a slight trail behind them with every movement.

The robot itself was more advanced than anything Experiment had ever seen, in battle-terms. He didn't know quite how to describe it, except that it looked 'sharp'- The arms were curved in on the outside, with an odd indentation- Perhaps where the swords came from- and the sides of the arms themselves seemed to have multiple functions, some the hero recognized.

It utilized the same energy power he did in his armour- Evidently, it could increase its own strength. If this was true, that blade, and even the fists of that thing, could kill him easily. The legs had the same thing, however- Something new to the hero. The legs looked similar to the arms in the respect that they were indented in strange ways- On each leg was a weapon. On the right, some sort of axe, also with a blue tint, and in the other, what looked to be a Nemesis Staff.

The head was the most advanced looking part- It was curved, possibly to increase aerodynamic capabilities, and protected the whole head. The face was a blue screen, a scanner most likely, and possibly even made to protect the inside as well.

"This, my pathetic little friend, is Experiment 4.0." Shimmer laughed hysterically from what was most likely his control room, "I'm sure you'll love it."

"But... What IS it?!"

"It is a battle robot I created, just for you. I have fought you enough to get an idea of your devices- I simply used them, and made them stronger, as well as adding in a few of my own programs. For example, its blades can... Well, why don't you just find out on your own?"

Laughing again, Shimmer flew straight up, smashing the roof open. "Experiment 4.0- Target and destroy the subject," he called, flying off at an amazing speed.

The robot reacted instantly- It dashed forward at blinding speed, giving 2.0 barely any time to dodge out of the way of the spinning blades- He realized the hands were spinning, turning the blades practically into propellers. However, as soon as he landed, a shocking pain hit him, and he flew into the vault, still smoke-filled from the battle before, and collided with the wall.

He groaned, only to be picked up by the robot and thrown into an opposite wall, denting the wall with the sheer force of the throw. Experiment 4.0 came to pick him up, and the hero flipped back, legs tightening, and thrust them into the robot's chest.

He pushed himself into the wall, and was simply thrown again.

After recovering from that, and dodging past the hands of the bot, he ran, gasping, into the hallway. "That thing is HEAVY! How am I supposed to fight that?" he muttered. He let out spines from his wrists, then dashed at the thing. The blades of the robot slashed forward, and he pulled up his spikes to block. He was lucky his head was a few inches from the sword, because the spines were cut without any resistance.

He rolled back, avoiding the second blade, and began running again, ejecting the useless spike-base. "Those blades cut through my spikes like they were paper! What IS this thing?!"

Activating the temporary strength function of his arms, he ran at the thing punching it in the chest, the only place he could hit without getting hit by a blade. It flew back a few feet, started its built-in jet thrusters, and landed. A small dent was in the armour plating. "Heh, it's durable, but it's still killable."

However, it adjusted its position slightly... And the armour plating glowed green for a moment, before rebuilding itself perfectly.

"...Wait, regenerating armour plating?!"

Static came through the robot's head- "That's right, Experiment. My newest creation far surpasses your skills, hm? The armour can regenerate against nearly anything you could pull on it. I'm sure that's upsetting for you." Shimmer began laughing again, before sighing. "I'm so brilliant."

"You're insane, Shimmer... What else can this thing do?"

"Oh, well that would ruin the surprise!" Chuckling, Shimmer continued, "Well, I must be going. It seems this system is a success, so I am going to figure out how to mass produce them. Ta-ta, Experiment 2.0."

The voice shut off, moments before the machine leaped into action again. The blades flew into the indentations on its arms, and the arms themselves glowed red. Experiment went to punch again, but the A.I. outmaneuvered him- It gripped his arms, swung, and released. He flew into the concrete wall, creating a hole. He could already feel the blood in his mouth, and spit out a huge glob of it into the debris around him. "Ugh... I can't take much more of this," he gasped, "I need to get outta here..."

Turning, he initiated his jet boots and smashed through the roof. Blasting away as fast as he could, he continued gasping for air.

"Damn... That thing hit hard... I need to rest, figure out--"

A flash of energy engulfed him, sending him reeling downward in pain.

It could fly. He forgot. He also forgot the Nemesis Staff.

He started falling, his fists clenched tight into his hand to help with the pain, only for his body to meet the super-powered fist of the assassin robot.

He flew further down, slamming into a large trash can, denting it as he flipped onto the cement.

"Subject: Experiment 2.0. Status: ...Alive. System requires complete destruction of subject. Commencing." the robotic voice said, landing about 20 feet from the hero, who was just now regaining barely any consciousness. He got to his knees, looking up at the robot walking toward him.

"...Yeah, I'm screwed."

Experiment 2.0, a hero for Paragon City, renowned and known by a large majority of citizens, had many enemies. Blind Messenger, a skeletal necromancer, was a relatively safe one, he wouldn't REALLY hurt people unless they actively hurt or betrayed him. He would rarely go out of his way to cause damage to anyone, and to Experiment, was mainly just a nuisance.

Experiment 3.0, Experiment 2.0's dark energy given physical form, was slightly worse. He hurt people purposefully, and had killed quite a few, but 2.0 could usually defeat him. He wasn't very smart, and his natural strength paled in comparison to 2.0's technological advancements.

However, Experiment 2.0's very first, and worst Arch-Nemesis, was named Dr. Shimmer. He was the reason Experiment 2.0 existed.

John Ballard, having recently moved to Paragon City for a job at the newspaper, had been kidnapped by a division of Crey Industries. The head of the laboratory he was taken to was named Dr. Keizer Shimmer, a genius in his own right. He had discovered that John controlled powers of darkness- He could shield himself in dark matter, and attack with increased physical strength.

Shimmer utilized an experimental gene he had been working on- Later, it was discovered he had been attempting to make it possible to make Paragon Protectors of living humans- and injected it into John's system.

The man formed spines all over his body, but the dark energy in him multiplied. He gained enormous strength, ripping himself free and knocking a rack of chemicals all over Shimmer. The chemicals formed around him, coating him in what seemed to be metal skin. He flew back against a wall due to the dark power emanating from the man on the table, and felt nothing. Ballard escaped, and later, a majority of his dark power split off to form Experiment 3.0.

Shimmer was 'disfigured,' but looked more as though he was simply made of metal. He despised the hero for making him a joke, a freak, and swore his revenge.

Dr. Shimmer turned into Experiment 2.0's worst enemy, chasing him down, constantly causing him pain and, once, destroying a whole city block with his robotic army, which he had created due to the large amount of anger and time he had on his hands.

However, he could never beat the hero. 2.0 constantly outsmarted him, destroying every new machine he could create, and then placing a prison beacon of his own design on the villain. Nothing he did worked.

It started to bore him. A super-villain with a large grudge and too much time on his hands is never a good thing.

I've seen comic stores all over Paragon. XD

My main hero will always do his best to arrest humans or near-humans, because he believes that if they have any human emotions, or morals, they can be led to do good.

Creatures, robots, all those things, he has to destroy. He couldn't imagine trying to hurt one enough to knock it out and capture it, and somehow keep it from getting out and hurting people, so killing it is the only way he knows how to stop it entirely.

Every one but one villain kills their enemies, unless they need them to live. Blind Messenger rarely kills unless he needs to, but every other villain finds that leaving enemies alive just allows them to come right on back.

...Good... I probably would have called them if you didn't. XD

Experiment nodded, reaching into his belt. He did it slowly.

Just delay a few more seconds... Just a few more--

He felt a twinge in his head, and twisted his neck a little. A small pop emanated from his neck, and he grinned again. "Your not the only tense one here," he said, his hand lifting out of his belt.

Then, he threw his arms up in the air- All he needed was for the Underboss not to chug the bottle, and he'd be fine, as long as the Family hadn't learned any new tricks.

To counter HIS new tricks, anyway.

A dark hole opened under the group, except for the more forward-stationed Hitman, screaming tentacles of dark energy erupting from it, attempting to encircle the Family members.

Experiment, in the two seconds it would take for this to happen, wrapped his fists in darkness, and threw them at the Hitman's face.

His eyes skipped over everything- The scenery, the drugs, the Family, everything that could be a hindrance or an aid. First of all, the main threat was the Underboss- The others had weapons, all fine and good, he could deal with bullets, not too hard. Strength beyond even above-human standards was a problem.

And the drugs.

If he made a move and that Underboss swallowed those pills, he'd have more trouble than he'd be able to handle on a split-second's notice.

Not only that, if the reports were true, these pills messed up the user's mental state. Even if temporary, that would ruin any chance of Ballard taking down the Underboss conscious, and totally destroy any chance of finding out where their supplier was.

The only useful one to interrogate would be the Underboss, too- He was the highest ranking member, and therefore, would undoubtedly know the most. Sadly, this meant two more dangers- First, he was stronger. If he went for full-on breakage, the Underboss wouldn't give out so easily.

The second was loyalty- The Family was rather tight-knit for a group of thugs, and being that high up, this guy would want even less to give up his 'brothers' than to get thrown off a roof.

Experiment took a step closer, but his smirk was not one of mockery- More one of good humor and disarmament. "Your boys don't trust me- I suppose for good reason, but still- So lets get this over with quickly and be on our way, hm? How much for the whole bottle?"

Ballard turned to the voice- Drug-peddlers? Good.

He'd heard of these new drugs offhand, but never encountered them. Up until a few days earlier, he was glad. These substances seemed to mutate the users, not only physically, but mentally- Their minds, in most cases, seemed to be turned either to mush, or the practical reincarnation of chaos.

When John heard of these, he decided to try and halt some trafficking in a warehouse he had gotten a tip on. Never before had the Tsoo hurt him so badly. He was forced to retreat- No information, no nothing.

Now was his chance to find out just who was manufacturing this stuff, or at least, who KNEW who was manufacturing this stuff.

Turning the the Family, Experiment straightened up, his grim face never even twitching. "Tombstone? I've heard of the stuff... What does it do, exactly?"

((I actually prefer the idea of retconning around Auto-Man's post. If it's okay with Diov, that is?))

((Hm... Okay, I'll edit this once I get back from school I guess. <_&lt)

((...Okeydokey. I'm absolutely lost. I was reading through, and some Family 'ambushed' me... Then some random guy came along, suddenly they knew where his daughter was... And... I have no idea where I am now. v_v))

When I first heard of Bucky, I expected a half-buck half-man hybrid. Maybe half-platypus too, just 'cause it's already a mix of everything but buffalo.

MAN, I was disappointed.

Though, it's better than something half-man, half-bear, half-pig.

As Experiment 2.0 stepped out, his battle suit kept his temperature cozy-warm. Yes, cozy-warm. A new level of cozy. And warm. Cozy-warm.

Glancing around, his view-screen out of the suit adjusted to give him the best humanly possible view distance in the terrain. Checking his PDA, which had saved his game and score, something had to directly hack into due to its impossibility in the system, he noticed all systems were green. "Thermal shielding, energy currents, exterior armour, all 100% capability. I'm ready to take on the North Pole and all its elves here!"

"Luckily for you," the mini-computer spoke, "No elves or North Pole are here. I couldn't keep you alive in the North Pole anyway."

"Blah."

That would be... I THINK it's Ralph to Piggy in Lord of the Flies.

Yay! Shiny nickle! *Munch.*

Well, I have an Ouroboros version of Experiment now... But that's pretty much it. Any changes will be brand new storylines making him the way he is now anyway. <_<

The figure seated himself on the 'top,' so to speak, of a completely destroyed building. It was filled with smoke, remnants of a flame long extinguished. The 'top' he sat on was previously the mid-section, before the destruction of this part of Steel Canyon.

After snacking on some rations he had brought with him into this war zone of a city, Mender Ballard stood. The short translucent cape on his back fluttered peacefully against his rugged, serious demeanor. The shining red and black exoskeleton he wore pulsated with barely noticeable energies, allowing him to avoid tiring out under extreme duress.

He had been attempting to stop this ordeal before it occurred, but after his failure to warn everyone he could, the major power of his Ouroboros Transporter to take him back through time was depleted. The device had run out of energy in the extreme areas of power, and only the minor abilities were now available- Slowing down, speeding up, and halting time for very short periods.

He approached the half-destroyed stairway into the lower part of the building, and was met with shouts and banging. "Open up," a gruff voice called in, causing Ballard to twitch slightly, "We have orders to destroy you!"

Yes, he thought, That's going to get me to open up.

"Open up I said!"

"Yes," John replied, shifting a few components on his device, "Yes, you did say that, didn't you?"

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The door blew off its hinges, sending three mercenaries back. Two others, near the back of the five-man group, were stunned. A blur of speed flew by them, sending them careening into the walls. The other three leaped up, firing their assault rifles into the blur. It avoided every bullet, closing in on them with extreme speed.

The first, the leader of the group, was sent flying into the air with a strong uppercut, the next kicked so hard in the stomach, he keeled over and vomited, and the next punched directly in the sex organs.

The blur halted, dusting himself off- A habit he'd had for as long as he could remember. "Useless." he muttered darkly, disappearing entirely.

He reappeared on the next rooftop, actually with a top, placing a slip of paper in his device. It disappeared in a golden flash. "One left," he muttered, sitting down again. "I need more paper."

Crossing to the other side of the rooftop after a few minutes, he leaned over the edge. He remembered, long ago in his mind, this city full of life. Vibrant and bright, street lights would flash on the odd occasion, causing Experiment 2.0 to grin.

I am not Experiment 2.0 any more, Mender Ballard reminded himself, sadly, I am Mender Ballard of Ouroboros, sent here to procure a safe future for Paragon City. Nothing more.

Nothing more at all.

Experiment had been on his feet when Drechi moved forward, his game pausing as his heartbeat rose for a moment. When he saw that no imminent physical contact was going to happen, at least not for now, he took his seat again, although he kept his legs on the ground this time.

"Ugh, mercs..." he muttered, continuing his game, causing three sapphires to disappear in a blink of blue.

...I'm SURE I saw a comic of him dying due to Cancer... <_<

Then again, my memory is pretty crappy, so... Y'know, I could always be wrong.

Ah, the 'character change due to other players' deal. I love that- It makes it seem like the universe, as well as its inhabitants, actually change each other.

This sounds like an awesome idea. Plus, it doesn't sound completely ridiculous- It even sounds like a real lesson-learning ordeal.

Even super-powered beings can be brought down by mortal illnesses- Take Captain Marvel for instance. Died of Cancer. Invulnerable to everything but mortal illness, pretty much.

Ah, yes... PDA... I suppose it would make sense for her to take control sometimes- After all, if Experiment is destroyed, she is too... Though, the device she's held in IS invulnerable... Hm...

And the Dark Armour- That pretty much already IS his godmode- He can take a ton more damage, and it only shows up when he's extremely angry, or in extreme pain- Happened once against Hal in the GoCC thread, and he went beserk... And also hardly felt any pain.

Thanks for the idea of PDA though, Devious... I might actually think of a use for her now beyond comic relief and being able to play some decade-or-two-old games. <_<

<_<

Is there anything against the OPPOSITE of godmoding?

What would that be called? Mortalmoding? Ooh, I like that. Mortalmoding is what I do.

As most of you have probably noticed by now, Experiment 2.0 is not exactly the most 'resistant' of beings- He gets hit by tons of stuff. Hell, he gets hurt much easier than any of my other characters.

The thing I really dislike? Having to have my human characters, who are quite weak compared to super-powered beings, having to pull some kind of 'god-mode' trick to barely survive. I hate it. My characters always lose that kind of fight, because I won't let them pull tricks out of their [waste distributors].

The only one close to godmoding would be Blind Messenger, because he can't be hurt with physical attacks due to lack of vital organs and the like. He can still be broken apart, and he isn't capable enough to magically pull himself together, but magic actually hurts him.

Experiment is human- Every hit hurts, every move that is very fast can hit him, every laser/sword/lasersword that nears him is DEADLY to him, except in rare cases. He is the ideal of a human super-hero.

When someone attacks him with blasts of energy that would disintegrate him in seconds, I wonder if they think he's stronger than every other super-human. That's really all he is, a super-human. He isn't invincible, he isn't over-the-top intelligent, he isn't Batman. He's smart, he's quick, and he's a little supernaturally strong, but not so much as to be a threat without his mutant powers and his technology, as well as his obvious science-given spikes.

When he's attacked with insta-kill blasts, I'm stuck- There would be no way for a normal human to avoid that enough to even barely live. So, either I let him die, which I don't wanna do 'cause I love his character, or I pull a completely over-the-top stunt, which I despise because he is still human.

So, is that me just limiting myself too much? Is there an etiquette against nearly-normal human characters?

Hehehe...

...Hehehehehe....

Experiment has, like, twenty theme songs by now.

In some resemblance of order...

"I am Experiment 2.0, technological extraordinaire and super-hero."

The 'Hero-time' Experiment song.

For those times when '[censored]-kicking' alone is not enough.

And of course, can't forget the other characters that make up Experiment's story!

Blind Messenger's Theme.

I'm sure most of you who have played Portal will know this one... XD

PDA's Theme song. XD

I love that one. *Sigh.* ^__^

And, since that took like, half an hour, I'll just stop there. xD

"Of course I do," Experiment replied, grinning as he got four diamonds in a row, then had it fall on three sapphires. "Hah, gotcha... Yeah, I got Tetris, Snake, Bejeweled, Space Invaders, and Dead Rising... I can not see the words in Dead Rising, but I don't care."

After a single switch, the rows of jewels reduced by three, mainly by pure lucky placing. "...Oh... Oh that was cool..."

Experiment took his own seat on the car, minding his own business as he began tapping his PDA repeatedly- He'd recently got Bejeweled on there, and was tempted to try beating the Global High Score.

He was nowhere close, but still.

His legs crossed themselves on the seat in concentration, tongue slightly out of the side of his mouth. "Ruby with diamond... Hah! Gotcha! Bugger..."

Random commentaries of this sort would emanate from him every once in a while, but other than that, he wouldn't actively associate with the others unless spoken to- He was thinking about stuff that he had been messing with for a while, and was distracting himself.

For now, anyway- He didn't want to burn himself out on the situation before they got to the location.

((I'd like to mention that, if you have time, could you tell me what you think of it? Granted, it's not finished, but still... I would like to know what people would critique- What I'm doing badly, what I'm doing good...ly... And the like.))