I have a headache, so I'm probably going to call it for the night for the script. Here's the progress so far.
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NewClassic: Rise of the Machines
The sky is bleak, gray clouds dominating the scene. In the foreground, dirty and ill-treated skyscrapers litter the sky, piercing the gray and reaching for the sun. Behind them, the tallest of the buildings, a large monolithic slab of dark gray. The top floor, a spire ringed with glowing red, dominates the skyline and runs the nearby towers with red.
In a long, bleak hallway. Stainless steel corridor as far as the eye can see.
PurpleRain squares off against a numerous army of humanoid robots. They each explode in succession, flashes of light littering the scene. Despite his clearly superior ability, the robots manage to overpower PR. He raises a hand over the robots' height, which sinks into a sound of cybernetic beeps and meaty thumps.
In a cell, Jim Doki, The Iron Nina, Ares Tyr, and The Monopoly Guy lean against the back wall, chatting softly amongst one another. A door slams outside, and PR is dragged (with his face against the floor) to the cell door. The cell slides open, and FeNinja springs forward. His agility is unmatched, but the robot doesn't budge when he's tackled. With the flick of a robotic arm, both FeNinja and PR are dumped back into the cell. The cell door closes with a metal thump, and the robotic guard sits motionless, eye motes glowing as the scene fades to black.
The walls are coated in ice, and deep, meaty animal noises are heard periodically through the screaming wind and fitful pops of the fire.Jumplion and Decoy Doctorpus sit around the fire, planning over a map of the world.
Dr. P ? What do you mean the Land Yeti unit was wiped out?
J. Lion ? They weren't killed. They were just captured, and held captive in a game. Intelligence suggests the game is called SkiFree.
Dr. P ? Damn! Can anything stop these robots?
J. Lion ? Our spy on the inside says the tower is going to hell and back. Robots are malfunctioning every which way. Apparently they were dumb enough to assign Nilcypher to Research and Development, and wilsoncrazybed to Engineering. I bet they're breaking the robots on purpose.
Dr. P ? Oh, so there's hope...
J. Lion ? Yes, hope.
The sound of systematic thumping clanged against the chain-link flooring. Women in chains jerked forward, and the spinning column in the center of the room spun noisily. Steam rose from the bottom, and the ash-ridden iron walls glowed red.
Anarchemitis ? Get to work, ladies. (He snaps a whip, and several women flinch.)
Smiles ? We're working as hard as we can, Mitis.
Anarch ? Get back to your work, woman!
The whip flayed, and Smiles was stricken down. The scene glowed hotter, until it faded from red to black.
Anarch - And don't call me Mitis...