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Post by Breakaway on Jul 16, 2011 19:10:48 GMT -5
You know what Mayday needs? A giant cannon of some sort. It would do wonders for his confidence, Breakaway thinks.1
Breakaway smiles behind his mask as Mayday fights for control of the pause menu, then gives up and lets the smaller Autobot scroll as he pleases. "Sure, new race. We'll be the fastest dogs ever this time, I'm sure of it!" the jetformer says, pitching his voice higher and adding a note of childish excitement.
1. Yes, go ahead and laugh it up.
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Jul 16, 2011 19:52:59 GMT -5
Mayday has a giant cannon! It shoots cleaning solution.
"Eheh, of course! Fastest puppies in the universe." He gives a little smile at Breakaway's enthusiasm and selects the option to start a new race. The new sets of puppies line up on the starting line - and is that puppy plaid? The numbers count down. And... go!
Mayday quickly finds that, yes, it is much easier to press the correct buttons when you're keeping your optics on the screen and the buttons are in your head. Monstro still looks incredibly ridiculous and flailing, but at least this time he's moving forwards!
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Post by Breakaway on Jul 18, 2011 12:20:00 GMT -5
The puppy coloring in this game is completely unfair. Maybe you have to unlock additional wacky colors?
Breakaway's face is locking in a look of intense concentration as he matches the buttons appearing on the screen. Their puppies are pulling ahead!
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Jul 19, 2011 19:02:46 GMT -5
Apparently the game isn't above taunting players with rewards they might be able to earn if they play long enough. Gotta keep them hooked!
Mayday's face is scrunched into his own slightly comical look of concentration as he maintains focus on the little cues popping up on the screen. It's a little tricky keeping track of what amounts to a new limb, but he can handle it, and their awkward pair of puppies are keeping the lead... keeping the lead...
And they cross the finish line!
Mayday flings his arms into the air and whoops as the game proceeds to run a victory cinematic involving cheerful music and confetti and frolicking puppies. "Ha-ha! Take that, game! You cannot defeat me!"
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Post by Breakaway on Jul 20, 2011 20:54:30 GMT -5
Breakaway throws his arms up in exultation when they win. "Woo! We rule!" he exclaims, holding up a hand for a high-five. "You can wash your hands afterwards," he says helpfully. Baby steps.
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Jul 23, 2011 16:17:01 GMT -5
Mayday stares blankly at Breakaway's hand, grin dropping away. When Breakaway mentions washing his hands he goes into full-on embarrassment mode, fidgeting and averting his gaze. "Oh! Um, er..."
Hesitantly he raises one hand and then lightly taps his his fingertips against Breakaway's palm - and gee, Breakaway has big hands compared to Mayday's dainty ones. Drawing his hand back, Mayday tries not to give into washing it, he really does. Breakaway is a cool guy, he doesn't want him to think that he thinks that Breakaway is unhygienic or anything, but... but... His fingertips just itch, is all. Sure, it's all in his head, but it's distracting!
Finally, he casually pulls out a cloth and wipes his fingers. "Aha-heh, go us?"
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Post by Breakaway on Jul 23, 2011 17:42:53 GMT -5
That was the worst high-five ever, Mayday. Your high-five privileges are revoked until you can learn not to abuse them.
"Yeah, we rule at silly puppy games, apparently," Breakaway says, inspecting the menu to see what other activities they can find for said puppies.
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Jul 25, 2011 11:04:31 GMT -5
B-but he's out of practice! He hasn't high-fived anyone for decades!
"A-heh, yeah, I guess it is pretty silly..." Mayday scratches the back of his head sheepishly, carefully avoiding the plugged in cord. He's still going to feel accomplished about it, dangit, silly puppy game or not!
He eyes the menu as well. "Frizz-bee? What's a frizz-bee? And... puppy baking?! We can't bake our puppies! And, uh, I'm pretty sure puppies can't bake. They don't have opposable thumbs! Or are their tongues and tails prehensile?" He stares at Monstro's flopping, drooling tongue and propeller-like tail. "...They don't look prehensile."
Human games are so weird.
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Post by Breakaway on Jul 25, 2011 17:26:33 GMT -5
Being out of practice is no excuse.
"I'm pretty sure they're never plaid or blue in real life, either, and that they wouldn't go forward if you tied them together," Breakaway says matter-of-factly, selecting the puppy baking option.
"Oh hey, they have little hats." They are toques, but Breakaway does not know what a toque is.
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Jul 27, 2011 20:10:22 GMT -5
How is he supposed to get better if he can't practice, though? Is Breakaway really going to sentence his little buddy to an eternity without high-fives?
Mayday isn't going to admit that he's slightly relieved that it's their puppies doing the baking, not their puppies getting baked. Though why he ever worried about something so morbid in such a saccharine game is anyone's guess. He will admit, however, "That's... kind of, uh... cute."
Or at least Squinty's cute. Monstro is more... adorably hideous. Or hideously adorable. Hideorable?
"Oh, um, I guess our puppies are running a bakery." Okay, Breakaway is never convincing him that human games aren't so weird. However, that's not going to stop him from reading the directions. Apparently this is a time-management game! The two puppies are running a bakery and have to take people's orders, mix their orders - because for some reason game bakeries never just have pre-made stuff for people to buy - bake them, decorate them, and then provide them to the appropriate customer! Having two people to man all the stations probably makes this a lot less hectic than your usual time-management game! Or maybe it just makes things more confusing.
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Post by Breakaway on Jul 28, 2011 16:12:54 GMT -5
Mayday will have to earn his high-five privileges back with some appropriate feat. Maybe doing insane motorcycle stunts in the hallway. He could ramp over Farlane or something.
"Oh, this is one of these games," Breakaway says, managing to keep a tiny note of displeasure out of his voice. He loathes time-management games. He immediately disregards the instructions and the queue of orders and sets about seeing how tall of a cake he can bake. If the sims want their pecan pie they came to the wrong slagging bakery. Breakaway is here to bake tall cakes and chew bubblegum and giant robots do not chew bubblegum. (Or something like that.)
The jetformer agrees that this game is weird. If he wanted to play a normal game, they could play Alien Shooter 4 in co-op mode. Breakaway has the high score in Alien Shooter 4, except when Rodimus Prime has it. Because as far as writers know, all video games still have high scores.
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Jul 29, 2011 10:40:44 GMT -5
S-so cruel. Maybe he just doesn't want anymore high-fives! Yes he does.
Mayday actually starts following the instructions, taking several orders before he notices that Breakaway is doing... something. "Wait, uh, what are you doing?"
He flips back and forth between the storefront area and the bakery area. Oh no, look at all those little timers above their puppy customers' heads! Look at their little ears droop in disappointment as they wait longer and longer with no baked goods in sight. Look at the first puppy customer slink towards the door with his tail between his legs.
"Aah, Breakaway, aaah! We're going to lose!" Mayday looks rather distraught by this fact. He wants to make baked goods, but Squinty is taking up most of the equipment!
It's official, Mayday is terrible at relaxing.
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Post by Breakaway on Jul 30, 2011 19:33:02 GMT -5
"Mayday, chill. It's a video game. I declare a new victory condition: world's largest cake," the jetformer announces as he proceeds to add more ingredients to his ever-growing batch of cake batter. Squinty rushes back and forth, fetching flour, eggs, sugar, baking soda, salt, and various other sundries. Deciding to be daring, he adds a pinch of cinammon. 'Achievement Unlocked: Experimental Recipe' flashes briefly across the top of the screen.
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Aug 2, 2011 10:25:40 GMT -5
"B-b-but... winning..." Mayday pouts unhappily. But if Breakaway's not concerned with winning, why should he be? Breakaway can't be disappointed in him for losing if he doesn't care about winning in the first place. He huffs out a little sigh. "Okay, fine."
Monstro flails about through the kitchen, snatching up some of Squinty's batter and pouring it into the largest pans available then setting them to bake. They can only bake four pans at a time? What's with that! At least they take less than a minute to bake. He mumbles, "If we won a few levels we could afford a bigger stove..."
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Post by Breakaway on Aug 4, 2011 19:31:51 GMT -5
"How many levels?," Breakaway asks suspiciously as Squinty begins to make buttercream icing from scratch, because that is the correct way to make it, scrappit. This sounds suspiciously like a sinister plot to actually get him to care about filling orders. One of those puppies out there wants bagels. Bagels. Breakaway is far too busy being an awesome jet to bake bagels.
Then again, the bigger stove is probably shiny and has more horsepower and such . . . Maybe the biggest stove looks like a jet engine or something. The bulky jetformer sighs. "Okay, we'll just finish these layers and stick 'em in the freezer, then we can fill some orders. But you're doing the bagels. And any non-fancy breads."
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