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Metal Man · 02-08-2010, 06:06 PM

The Man of Steel stepped out of the fire, still on fire himself. He had the crazed look of a movie poster, as his freakishly large glare drilled through the rubble with its intensity.

"WHAT DID YOU THINK THAT WAS GOING TO DO? YOU'VE JUST MADE ME ANNOYED! YOU KNOW WHAT THAT DOESN'T MEAN: MERCY FOR YOU. THAT'S RIGHT. YOU'RE GOING UP, INTO THE CEILING!"

The man of steel viciously hurled what he thought was Snake into the ceiling. Instead, it was the hollow shell of himself he had left laying around from that fake-Metal Man trick earlier. It had saved him some damage, but cost him a bit much of his time power. He growled at the mess the now-exploded shell made, while dialing into his wrist.

"HIDING... HIDING... I'M GOING TO BURN YOUR LITTLE HIDE TO CINDERS."

The man clenched a fist so tightly the steel casing around it began to crack. Soon, it disintegrated, revealing a skeletal metal hand underneath. He did this with his other hand, too, and then patted the fire off of his ruined armor. He flexed his now-faster-but-less-durable fingers and struck a disco pose; the broken pieces of his armor fell off, revealing a thinner second layer.

He then stuck his right hand out, palm up, fingers curled as if they were holding a globe.

"WELL, IF YOU CAN'T FIND 'EM... DANCE TO DISCO MUSIC!!!"

A blue glow echoed through the room as the discarded metal pieces shaped themselves into a titanium globe in Metal Man's hands. With the properties needed to reflect light, they cast a Disco ball reflection about the room.

But what would that do? Nothing.

No, it was not Disco time yet.

"YOU KNOW, BACK IN MY HOME TIME, THIS WAS VERY POPULAR. I DON'T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED BUT CLEARLY ALL THESE FUTURE YEARS I SEE SUCK. YOU DON'T KNOW THE TRUE DEFINITION OF GROOVE! WORTHLESS! ALL YOUR TECHNOLOGICAL PROGRESS FOR NOTHING! WITHOUT DISCO, YOU ARE NOTHING MORE THAN HEAVILY ARMED ROMAN SAVAGES!"

The esoteric rant over, Snake caught his breath, then immediately lost it gasping at the metal Disco afficionado hurling the globe into the air. It levitated there. Perhaps by magnets, or tube-based electro-conduction machines, it didn't matter. Metal Man had activated some sort of a music player, complete with speakers popping out of his shoulders.

"WELL, YOU STILL HAVEN'T COME OUT. YOU STUPID, STUPID LITTLE BOY. NOW YOU WILL EXPERIENCE TRUE DISCO POWER!"

In a wildly incongruous action, Metal Man bared his teeth like he was about to rip Snake to pieces (a more Heavy Metal action than anything), only to then boot up Walter Murphy music.

Syncopated Beethoven beats filled the room at an insanely high volume. Debris began to bounce in tune to the song, while a light emitted from Metal Man's right wrist flew up and empowered the bizarre titanium disco ball.

"HERE WE GO, HERE WE GO SNAKE! DOWN THE DRAIN YOU GO, LIKE THE EASY BAKE!"

Metal Man began to disco dance; for whatever reason, this caused the disco ball to glow even more. In the most surreal event sans Psycho Mantis' sanity-draining behavior, Snake would suddenly see the debris form into people and dance along with Metal Man.

Unfortunately, that included the debris around him.

The golems of funk and concrete would then dance and spin... and begin rhythmically trying to beat the funk out of Snake.

Snake would find it easy to beat one or the other back; but Metal Man had only begun this madness.

"YOU LAUNCH GRENADES... HAHAHAHA... DISCO LASERS, ENGAGE!"

The disco ball glowed, and suddenly, violent lasers of red, green, and blue began flying out in all directions. Pulsing to the beat, they were nearly impossible to dodge.

Snake's world would blend into a primary-color infused world of flying around being hit by concrete. It would be akin to being in a dishwasher with a bunch of Disco CDs and laser pointers. Whatever it was, it was incredibly painful and annoying.

Eventually, the Fifth of Beethoven ended. Snake would land on the floor, burnt and smoking from the Disco Inferno.

But as he got up, the Disco ball flew into him and exploded.

The mirrored metal fragments lodged themselves deep into Snake's flesh, while Metal Man disco-pointed at Snake.

"SO, GOING TO FIGHT ME WITH YOUR BRAIN, OR SHOULD I DO AN ENCORE? HUH?"

He then shrugged, revealing that his main armor pieces had more or less taken the explosions, while his face was already a mess and his armor's joints... didn't look terribly armored.

02-08-2010, 06:06 PM	#12
Metal Man Fairy-Slaying Maniac Join Date: Apr 2000 Location: 1592 Miles Away From Here Gender: Posts: 18,062 Thanks: 148 Thanked 683 Times in 482 Posts	The Man of Steel stepped out of the fire, still on fire himself. He had the crazed look of a movie poster, as his freakishly large glare drilled through the rubble with its intensity. "WHAT DID YOU THINK THAT WAS GOING TO DO? YOU'VE JUST MADE ME ANNOYED! YOU KNOW WHAT THAT DOESN'T MEAN: MERCY FOR YOU. THAT'S RIGHT. YOU'RE GOING UP, INTO THE CEILING!" The man of steel viciously hurled what he thought was Snake into the ceiling. Instead, it was the hollow shell of himself he had left laying around from that fake-Metal Man trick earlier. It had saved him some damage, but cost him a bit much of his time power. He growled at the mess the now-exploded shell made, while dialing into his wrist. "HIDING... HIDING... I'M GOING TO BURN YOUR LITTLE HIDE TO CINDERS." The man clenched a fist so tightly the steel casing around it began to crack. Soon, it disintegrated, revealing a skeletal metal hand underneath. He did this with his other hand, too, and then patted the fire off of his ruined armor. He flexed his now-faster-but-less-durable fingers and struck a disco pose; the broken pieces of his armor fell off, revealing a thinner second layer. He then stuck his right hand out, palm up, fingers curled as if they were holding a globe. "WELL, IF YOU CAN'T FIND 'EM... DANCE TO DISCO MUSIC!!!" A blue glow echoed through the room as the discarded metal pieces shaped themselves into a titanium globe in Metal Man's hands. With the properties needed to reflect light, they cast a Disco ball reflection about the room. But what would that do? Nothing. No, it was not Disco time yet. "YOU KNOW, BACK IN MY HOME TIME, THIS WAS VERY POPULAR. I DON'T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED BUT CLEARLY ALL THESE FUTURE YEARS I SEE SUCK. YOU DON'T KNOW THE TRUE DEFINITION OF GROOVE! WORTHLESS! ALL YOUR TECHNOLOGICAL PROGRESS FOR NOTHING! WITHOUT DISCO, YOU ARE NOTHING MORE THAN HEAVILY ARMED ROMAN SAVAGES!" The esoteric rant over, Snake caught his breath, then immediately lost it gasping at the metal Disco afficionado hurling the globe into the air. It levitated there. Perhaps by magnets, or tube-based electro-conduction machines, it didn't matter. Metal Man had activated some sort of a music player, complete with speakers popping out of his shoulders. "WELL, YOU STILL HAVEN'T COME OUT. YOU STUPID, STUPID LITTLE BOY. NOW YOU WILL EXPERIENCE TRUE DISCO POWER!" In a wildly incongruous action, Metal Man bared his teeth like he was about to rip Snake to pieces (a more Heavy Metal action than anything), only to then boot up Walter Murphy music. Syncopated Beethoven beats filled the room at an insanely high volume. Debris began to bounce in tune to the song, while a light emitted from Metal Man's right wrist flew up and empowered the bizarre titanium disco ball. "HERE WE GO, HERE WE GO SNAKE! DOWN THE DRAIN YOU GO, LIKE THE EASY BAKE!" Metal Man began to disco dance; for whatever reason, this caused the disco ball to glow even more. In the most surreal event sans Psycho Mantis' sanity-draining behavior, Snake would suddenly see the debris form into people and dance along with Metal Man. Unfortunately, that included the debris around him. The golems of funk and concrete would then dance and spin... and begin rhythmically trying to beat the funk out of Snake. Snake would find it easy to beat one or the other back; but Metal Man had only begun this madness. "YOU LAUNCH GRENADES... HAHAHAHA... DISCO LASERS, ENGAGE!" The disco ball glowed, and suddenly, violent lasers of red, green, and blue began flying out in all directions. Pulsing to the beat, they were nearly impossible to dodge. Snake's world would blend into a primary-color infused world of flying around being hit by concrete. It would be akin to being in a dishwasher with a bunch of Disco CDs and laser pointers. Whatever it was, it was incredibly painful and annoying. Eventually, the Fifth of Beethoven ended. Snake would land on the floor, burnt and smoking from the Disco Inferno. But as he got up, the Disco ball flew into him and exploded. The mirrored metal fragments lodged themselves deep into Snake's flesh, while Metal Man disco-pointed at Snake. "SO, GOING TO FIGHT ME WITH YOUR BRAIN, OR SHOULD I DO AN ENCORE? HUH?" He then shrugged, revealing that his main armor pieces had more or less taken the explosions, while his face was already a mess and his armor's joints... didn't look terribly armored.