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Post by babclayman on Oct 22, 2009 7:30:09 GMT -5
Hey everyone.
Here is a new RP idea. Alternate endings.
The idea is; every decision we make creates alternate realities, parallel universes.
Like say; ideas could be.
What if Cruella, Tac or the Heartbreakers won? What if Clayton never met Kit? What if Hesso never left Devil Ville? What if Team Aurora succeeds and actually takes over the world?
In this, you may post short stories on any idea to which shows parallel worlds in which alternate endings have happened and shows the after effect. (a bit like Tacs rps “Revenge” or “New Recruit” or a fanfiction section where different endings happen)
Hopefully this should be fun.
I have one from a scraped fanfic I did but it’s on my home pc. I’ll post it tonight.
You may use any character you like in it; just show what these worlds are like.
Enjoy ;D
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Post by babclayman on Oct 22, 2009 12:15:06 GMT -5
Ok, here is the first example for Alternate Worlds.
In this world; What if Clayton never met Kit? What if Kit found someone else to be a best friend? What if it was someone like...Tac...
The screen: just blank. White static fizzled upon it, covering up any image which came through on the screen like something seen from out a window in the middle of a winter white out. For a while, this was all which stayed on it, until a few seconds later, a face appeared. It was human, male, quite young, short brown hair, wearing a grey suit with a brown tie to go around his neck, with his face; fixed in terror, with a state of fear, panic & despair all rolled into one. His voice buzzed through the static in a tone of the up most urgency.
“The mystery virus is getting out of hand!” he shouted “So far, it has been reported that over half of all major U.S cities have been completely wiped out, the worst hit being in New Hampshire state. All outside countries have closed their boarders and all transport has been put out of action permanently!” he paused placing his hand to his ear, the expression on his face became more and more traumatised. “I just got word that the virus has wiped out Washington. The President is dead, I repeat; President McCain is dead along with congress and even the emergency government!! And even though its boarders are closed, The United States of Europe is becoming infected! As I speak over one third of France, Britain, Spain & Germany have been completely wiped clean of all human life! We’re on our own!” He screamed “What ever is going on! If anyone out there can hear me! Who is in charge!? I repeat! Who Is In Charge!?” These were his last words before he grasped his hand in pain, coughing up a few droplets of blood from his mouth, just before all emotion disappeared from his face and his body collapsed onto the table. The screen went back to its snowy blank out and this time it stayed… Except for a minor few seconds to which a black & white pixelated image appeared, the blurry silhouette of a mutts body was what it began with before the image cleared itself, revealing the appearance of a white dog with black spots. Their ears were both winter white with an ear ring going through one of them which reflected the flickering studio lights that shown down from above it, while upon its face, a butcher black void of fur was covering the area which surrounded the left eye to which under both, black marks of stress hung like bin bags mixing into his fur.
He remained silent staring at the camera for a few seconds before he leaned forward towards it and spoke with a so what musical melody in his dark haunting voice… "I'm Romani... and from now on there will be change for a new world"
His stare echoed to the screen until the screen went blank and back into its fizzling state. Transmission ended…
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Post by Cuddly Dearly on Jan 27, 2010 18:57:55 GMT -5
I'm interested in seeing the one with Team Aurora I also love Cruella, but I wouldn't like to read about skinned puppies =/ although I would like to see a happy ending for Cruella, but without dead dogs...
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Post by babclayman on Feb 1, 2010 4:56:51 GMT -5
Well, if you like to write anything, i'd be happy to receive it =3 Of course, these posts would be non-canon, But it'll be fun to see what we can think of >=3
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Post by RaceFanX on Jun 14, 2010 0:45:15 GMT -5
Because you asked for it for some odd reason... THE DISTURBING NON-CANON ALTERNATE ENDING of Eyes of the Beholder. This starts around the middle of PART 8 and as requested Epsilon wins this time. Why do you want to see Epsilon win? I have no idea but here's what would have happened if the pups lost...
The DeVilCo1 Satellite Dish is absolutely massive. The solid, shiny white dish towers 30 stories into the air, resting on two ten story tall support towers with a maze of white catwalks running between them. The diameter of its dish was longer than two tractor-trailers. It's no wonder this is the dish Epsilon choose, it's broadcast and receiving power must be almost unlimited. Still Epsilon's arrival had not gone unnoticed. Two security guards on the property had been finishing an early dinner of McDonald's Big Mac hamburgers, french fries and Coca-Cola inside their security vehicle, a white Toyota RAV4 SUV with blue and yellow security markings and an orange version of a police lightbar. The rent-a-cops sprang into action, leaving the RAV4 parked under the dish as the rushed toard the Avalanche on foot with their tasers drawn (DeVilCo was too cheap a company to issue their guards real guns). The guards ran toward the driver's side of the vehicle, not noticing Epsilon getting out of the passenger's side. Epsilon simply looked at the guards and began to blink... With the human opposition out of the way Epsilon proceeded ahead with his plans, first having the strong pups haul his supplies up to the highest level catwalk then sending them back down to ground level to guard against any "interference" that may arrive. Techno located a computer in the guard building and had already hacked it and accessed the internet. "I'm online," said Techno into a security guard issue walkie-talkie. On top Epsilon held the other walkie-talkie, pausing from wiring up the amplifier to relay an order. "Good, now hack the communications satellites. Set them to target," commanded Epsilon. Techno hit a bunch of computer keyes in rapid succession.
In space, many of the world's communication satellites began to move. Across the world, cell phone calls dropped, internet connections failed, TV screens were reduced to static. For the first time, the humans of the world began to suspect something was wrong but other than using landlands to call their cell phone and cable providers no one took any real action. No one realized the problem was more than a local issue and none of them realized the danger they were in.
"Set the targets. We'll knock out the humans capable of causing military action first. Target all of the world's capitals," ordered Epsilon...then he suddenly changed his mind. "Actually I'm going to crank the amp to full power. We'll target the entire world in one shot." Suddenly the roar of a giant engine began to echo thru the DeVilCo1 property. Epsilon looked up from his work toward a dust cloud streaking across a farmer's field. It's source, a giant blue monster truck about a mile away but coming in hot and fast. The truck crested a hill and raced down it at 65 MPH. "Well, well look who decided to crash the party," said Epsilon to himself. "I must give them credit, the bravery of idiots is bravery none the less," he added.
The Canine Crusher arrived at DeVilCo1 with a BANG as Patriot crashed the big blue Ford thru the chain link fence at full speed. He spiked the brakes but the truck was slow to respond to them as it slammed into and crushed the unoccupied RAV4 security SUV. Patriot shut the engine down. "Nice parking Patriot," said Doc jokingly as the truck's ladders came down and the pups sprang into action. "Got a fire extinguisher by any chance," asked Cadpig from the truck bed. "Just this little racing one runt dog," replied Patriot as he pulled one from under the truck's gauges and tossed it to her. "Thank you," replied Cadpig as hurried down the truck's rear ladder.
On the ground the pups quickly overpowered their brainwashed siblings and freed them from control. Leak tackled and took out Techno but it was not in time to stop him from accomplishing his mission.
Epsilon looked up from his work and could what see what was happening. Immediately he walked over and shut door to the stairwell so just in case any of the pups decided to come up and try and stop him. The door locked but once he controlled the planet he was sure he could order someone to come and unlock it, having mind control had its benefits after all. He was almost ready as he plugged two large cables into each side of it. One led into a panel on the dish, the other to device that looked like a modified pair of swimming googles
The only way up the satellite to the catwalk Epsilon was on was a staircase in one of the support towers, naturally Epsilon had made sure the bottom door to the staircase was locked behind him with the lock located at a human height below a small window. Doc looked at the locked door with a smile on his face. "Alright lock, let's see you withstand my new screwdriver. Allons-y!" said Doc as he pointed it at the door and pressed the blue button. To his surprise, the screwdriver did not unlock the door. Instead the tip of it popped open and a spring loaded set of three skeleton keys and two screwdriver heads (flat and phillips) slide out. "What's this then?," asked Doc confused as several of the other pups walked up. "Okay, this should still work. Somebody give me a boost," he requested. "You got it Doc," said Clayton. "We're ready to lend a paw," added Slyvia as she and Clayton give him the boost he needed. He jammed one of the skeleton keys into the lock and turned. It worked, grabbing his toy he leapt onto the door's handle and pulled down. It opened and Doc akwardly fell onto the tower's floor. Suddenly a gust a wind came down the staircase and blew the door shut again before any of the others could get in. Like those in some older hotels, the door automatically locked when it shut. Doc was on his own. "Hang on guys, I'll stop Epsilon," said Doc as he ran up the stairs with all his might.
Doc was making a desperate dash up the stairs, each step intercut with footage of innocent people worldwide enjoying their Saturday. As Doc reached the 9th story, he paused then leapt up and knocked loose a fire axe from an "In case of fire" case. He slowly made his way up the final story, so as not to clue in Epsilon on his presence. The border collie was just finishing his amp. "DONE! Break up the water dishes and Milk Bones, it's doggy time human race!" said Epsilon proudly. Doc reached the top of the stairs...AND FOUND THE DOOR LOCKED. Even the unlocking tools in the screwdriver were worthless, he had no one to give him a boost so he could unlock it. He knew he only had seconds, in desperation he took the fire axe and swung it into the door with all his might. CLANK! CLANK! CLANK! He didn't know if he was making progress but he wouldn't give up with the fate of humanity on the line.
Epsilon pulled the goggled cable to face and strapped it on. "Let's get canine," said Epsilon. He began to close his eyes when suddenly he heard the clanking on the door. He took the goggles off to look and quickly decided it was not a threat. "Oh, tough luck mutt with the locked door," Epsilon said smuggly. He put the googles back on and flipped his eyes to green. The amp began to pulse with power as if charging up. Green electricity seemed to surge through the cables and up into the dish. Would these be the final seconds of the human race? A green glow began to engulf the giant dish...
BANG! The chopping had worked! Doc broke down the door...just in time to see the dish emitted a giant green beam skyward. He and the other pups could only watch in horror now...They were too late...
The beam shot into space and struck an orbiting satellite labeled DeVilCo Cable Systems. The DeVil satellite scattered the signal around the world, it ricocheted off other satellites and back down to Earth engulfing the planet in a devolving green glow. Instantly a relatively nice Saturday was literally transformed into pure and utter chaos. Indoors or outdoors, at home or on the job, relaxing in the park or walking the dog, everyone was affected. All six billion-plus human beings suddenly felt a strange feeling run through their body.
There was no stopping it. Everyone dropped to all fours. Faces enlongated into wet nose-tipped muzzles, pads formed as hands became paws, hair changed colors and took on the texture of fur as it spread across bodies, clothing became collars, tails grew, wiskers popped, senses of hearing and scent highened while sight worsened as screams and shouts of pain devolved into yelps and whimpers of shock. It was a terrible sensation and the end result was six billion very confused people...or rather six billion very confused new pooches. From the most high-tech buildings to the most remote Amazon jungle hut every human being on Earth was now just another dog. The green glow subsided, at the Dearly house several very confused new Dalmatians sat looking at other across the dinner table. The other pups looked up in horror, knowing full well what just happened. Doc just stood on the catwalk in shock, how could this have happened? Was this real? Some sort of horrible nightmare from which he would awake to find none of this happened? The good guys always win right? That's always how it worked on TV and in movies. No, this can't be. There had to be some back door, some one in a million chance to reverse this.
With Doc too confused to respond Epsilon causally blinked his eyes again flipping them from green to red. Again the amp pulsed from the power. Doc finally came to grips with what had happened and realized what was now happening. "I am Epsilon your new master, you will obey me," spoke the collie as he programmed his message. "NOOOOO!," Doc screamed as he lunged at Epsilon in slow motion. Again he was too late as a red beam shot forward from the dish into the sky. He tackled Epsilon, knocking off the now purpose-less goggles, but the collie quickly fought back and pinned him.
The red glow engulfed the Earth and suddenly all the confused new dogs and even more confused regular dogs suddenly froze. Epsilon standing above him blocked the signal from Doc but every other canine on the planet, the other dals included was now under the alien's control. From Epsilon's now-Chihuahua ex-master to a now mixed breed United Nations General Assembly, the first words out of everyone's muzzles were all the same. "All hail our master Epsilon," said all the dogs in a disturbing monotone.
Doc's jaw dropped. Epsilon let off of him, there was nothing the pup in the scarf could do now. "I see the human race was one of your favorites Doc," said Epsilon. "But now there is no human race...there is only our proud dog race." Doc just looked on stunned. Epsilon let out a rather uncharacteristic evil laugh and it seemed like everydog in the world was laughing with him.
The emotion in Doc's eyes was boiling over. There had to be a way for him to somehow pull this one out of the fire, break the hypnotic spell and reverse the human's transformations. Epsilon could see his focus and so immediately flipped his eyes back to red, the beam hitting Doc immediately. "I am Epsilon your new master, you will obey me," he said. "I hail my new master Epsilon," replied the brainwashed and basically brain dead Doc.
And so it came to pass, on just another Saturday in April, that the human race and free will both ceased to exist.
THE END FOREVER!
So there you have it. That's what would have happened if Epsilon had won. Earth wound up royally screwed with everyone a brainwashed pooch! Talk about a downer ending!
Aren't you all glad that I didn't end that fic like that. Nobody likes cultural genocide. Personally I'm glad I wrote out Epsilon's mind control for "London Calling," it makes him a more plausible leader and his lackeys more dangerous. He was just too over-powered in his first appearence as this proves.
Now that you know what a terrible fate that would have been if the pups hadn't stopped him then are you ready to see if they'll be able to stop him now? The UK is still in danger and it's up to our heroes to stop him again or everyone from Scilly to Orkney and Portsmith to Inverness is doomed. Hopefully more chapters of "London Calling" will be coming down the pipe soon so stay tuned. Same Dalmatian Time, Same Dalmatian Channel...
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Post by babclayman on Jun 14, 2010 2:06:38 GMT -5
Woah! Now that is a dark copnclusion, Race. o.o If the fic was a game, this probably the cutscene shown if you don't beat, Epsilon as a boss, or the Alternate scene on the, DVD. X3 Wonder what the world would be like now with, Epsilon as their master. Can you just say that? o.o Still, It is a, VERY GOOD thing that, Epsilon didn't succeed. I'm glad with the original (and official cannon) One. X3
Still, Awesome writing, Race. X3 Looking forward to more from you. X3
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Post by RaceFanX on Sept 13, 2012 16:08:04 GMT -5
London Calling Ending 2: What if Lucky wasn't the hero for the climax? Earlier in the fic (PART 13 ending)... (Epsilon's blimp launches) As the last pup on the scene Patriot couldn't believe what he was seeing. The blimp was airborne. The gun was the only option now, if he could hit the blimp maybe it would pop like a big balloon and the day would be saved. But like discharging any firearm there were risks, if he missed there would be no second chance and worse yet he could hit Lucky or Doc or any of the pups on the mooring line. Using a gun would not be his first choice if he had any alternatives but sadly he had to take the shot, too much was riding on this. It was a risk he had to take. *gulp* He aimed the gun skyward at the blimp, aiming for the top of it for the best chance of not taking out Lucky and company, and cocked it. All that manual reading was about to pay off. "I don't think the Skayninians have enough lead in their diet," said the red, white and blue American dal with a smile, he'd seen enough action movies to know you needed a one liner before doing something like this. "Let me give them some." Patriot aimed, then suddenly rethought the situation. "Sugar, I don't have a shot," Patriot said, putting the safety back on the gun holstering it in his collar before running back to the others. He could do nothing to stop Epsilon now. (The blimp crashes, the pups bail out...PART 19 FINALE) Lucky, being well the most lucky, got the short straw of going solo and had the belts as tight as he could get them. Gulp. The only thing on his mind other than pull the cord was an episode of Thunderbolt, P.I. where Thunder parachuted into Brazil to save Rex from a giant anaconda that Patch hadn't just remembered. He ran for the door and took a flying leap out then yanked the cord when he was clear of the falling brown blimp. FOOM! The parachute popped open right on cue, revealing a Union Jack design. But just as Lucky made a patriotic getaway Epsilon was just starting to come out of his brief coma. "Oh no you don't," said the collie. Epsilon got up and completely ignoring the last parachute the pups had deliberately left him, they weren't monsters after all, ran right out the open door into freefall. With an airborne maneuver worthy of Keanu Reeves he curled into a more aerodynamic position and slammed into and caught the lines of Lucky's parachute. It lurched but didn't rip as it continued toward the ground with two dogs now aboard. "You're crazy pal," yelled Lucky upward at the collie. "We left you one." "It's not over until I say it's over," shouted Epsilon back. "I'm in total control. I'm always in total control." Because of the extra passenger aboard Lucky's parachute drifted away from the others. It landed near the entrance to station of the "Tube," London's subway but the extra weight caused both dogs to briefly become tangled. They didn't stay that way, Epsilon freed himself first and punched Lucky right in the jaw knocking out the dalmatian. As the other pups with the red Ford Transit approached Epsilon darted into the Tube station, most pups didn't see him and stopped to help Lucky. Only one caught a glimpse of the collie, Patriot and he rushed in to stop the collie's escape. Epsilon had only minutes to escape but once he boarded a Tube train he'd was relatively sure he'd escape. Then a loud bark came from the other side of the station. "Move one more inch and they'll clean your brains off the station wall with a sponge," shouted Patriot. All of the humans in the station made a run for the door as Patriot pulled the handgun from his collar, flipped the safety off and cocked it with his paws before pointing it at Epsilon. "You spotted fools never give up do you," asked Epsilon? "You never quit while you're ahead in your evil plans," responded Patriot. "So you didn't get Great Britain, what's the next stop on your devolution revolution tour? China? Russia? Japan? Brazil? The United States? You're reign of evil ends now." Epsilon just stared at the gun. Then up at Patriot, he noticed the unease in the Dalmatian's face. At this range it was a sure fire kill shot but he didn't know if the Yankee pup would actually have the guts to pull the trigger, he could use that. "Well if I'm so evil just shot me and be done with it," said Epsilon. "I have a train to catch, if you'd like to violently murder the unarmed foe you hate so then do it." Patriot steadied the weapon against the station floor. He was nervous and Epsilon knew it. "You can't do it can you," Epsilon said. "It's that boy scout-wannabe misguided hero attitude all you Dals have. You're ironically so black-and-white mentality about good and evil, about how just because I have a different belief set than you I must be the 'bad guy.' Life's not black-and-white my friend and you know it. You think you're all the heroes and yet in the last half hour your siblings have killed three of my best friends while I've never killed anyone. You won't pull that trigger, you aren't capable of it. If I was armed or attacking someone you'd pull that trigger in an instant, but not know. Not like this. Now if you'll excuse me I'm going to catch the next train out of here and call it a day, we'll settle this another time. Have a good day Spotty." Patriot knew Epsilon was far too right with that previous statement, and yet he knew what he was capable of and what was sure to happen if he got away. More hurt humans, more devolution, more pain, more fights. As the collie turned to leave Patriot flicked the safety back on and tucked the gun back in his collar and turned to leave. At that moment he decided no matter what, this had to end now. "Just one more question Epsilon," Patriot said. "Did you see any of the game today?" "Yeah, I suppose I did," responded Epsilon turning again to face Patriot. "Why?" Patriot yanked the gun back out of his collar, turned to face Epsilon and fired. BANG! (The screen freezes on the muzzle flash from the gun) Roll credits This is a parody of the end of that one Magnum PI episode: www.youtube.com/watch?v=vXa9wipv6j8
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Post by Sweeney Terrier on Sept 13, 2012 17:16:30 GMT -5
No offense, Race, (even though I've seen it with other villains, [Scar, Steele, etc.]), but Epsilon seems to be one of those villains that goes a bit crazy when they lose. At least, he has the decency to be willing to walk and suggest to fight another day. Also, he definitely seems to know about the whole 'hero' and 'villain' titles, which depend on the perspective. I still find him as quite a clever/decent villain. Though, after reading that "What if Epsilon won" tale/'tail', I kinda prefer Doc's side more than ever. (Though, occasionally, I might argue with myself over topics like mankind's impacts upon nature). Still find him as a good villain. Just bcuz a character is a villain or 'bad guy', doesn't make him or her a bad figure in a social life. I'd say, one would truly, completely, w/out a doubt, hate being human to actually like what Epsilon plans on doing. I often don't like the fact that I'm human, but like I said, I mentally argue w/myself over such topics. Then again, we, as mankind, have brought many exotic and interesting organisms to extinction. And around least 1/16 or 1/8 of the remaining organisms that are found as decent, (bears, elephants, monkeys, apes, birds, etc.), are either this >< close to being endangered or are endangered. How the heck could someone call that mass assimilation?
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Post by babclayman on Sept 13, 2012 18:08:36 GMT -5
So, Patriot probably wouldn't have been so merciful to Epsilon then? O.O
I Am actually glad that he is Canonly Alive, He may be a villain, but he still has those who love him.
Interesting concept though, Race. Like what one different being can alter, eh?
Epsilon still alive though. When you think we can start our project?
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Post by Sweeney Terrier on Sept 13, 2012 18:11:09 GMT -5
Epsilon still alive though. When you think we can start our project? He's still alive? (To be honest, I haven't yet read "London Calling". ^^ . I can't wait to see Epsilon's 2nd return. Out of all the villainous characters I've learned of, aside from Pserio/Djubi, (that 'demon' inside Olwe's crystal), he is my fav.
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Post by babclayman on Sept 13, 2012 18:16:23 GMT -5
Yeah, this thread is for "Non-Canon" type stories. The real climax to "London Calling" is much different.
What on our project then, Race?
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