Aruseus Emails/ProgrammmedToFight

Transcript

{The crowd cheers as Aruseus walks on}

ARUSEUS: Hello, Wiki City! We're Ringer! We debutted in email 3 as Ring Zing, but due to the quitting of one member and that we sucked before, we've revived the old band and are rockin' on tour! In case you don't know, we have our band members, such as our guitarist and backup singer, Tom, our drummer, Ryan Bluefox, our bassist, Wolf O' Donnel, and I'm the lead singer, Aruseus Parker!

{The crowd cheers}

ARUSEUS: So...we were thinking about our first live hit, and Ryan, being a fan of the Megaman series wanted us to do a song by another band called The Megas about Crashman.

{The crowd cheers louder}

TOM: And I'm singing backup in this song!

{Crowd continues}

ARUSEUS: Anyway, let's go!

{The song starts, with Wolf playing the bass opening}

TOM: {spoken} Ready? Let's go.

{Ryan and Tom join in with their instruments}

ARUSEUS AND TOM: {singing}

We see you in the distance as your weapon glistens
We hold our breath, we wait and listen
My end has come and I welcome glory
No one will know the truth to this story

TOM: {spoken}

The iron in my chest is not beating
It's burning - and smoking - and turning
I know what's coming... I asked it here
And with it the rain and thunder - electricity
Everything changes - tonight.

ARUSEUS: {shouts} CRASHMAAAAAAAAN! CRASHMAAAAAAAAN!

TOM: {spoken simultaneously}

Crashman paces back and forth
Inside walls reinforced
Gotta gotta get out of this town
Gotta bring that Wily down.

ARUSEUS: {shouts} CRASHMAAAAAAAAN! CRASHMAAAAAAAAN!

TOM: {spoken simultaneously}

Crash bombs mounted to his arms
Locked... loaded... ready... armed.
Gotta gotta get out of this town
Gotta bring that Wily down.

ARUSEUS AND TOM: {singing}

Closer draws the final hour
To break Wily's walls you will need my power
But to your aid, an unlikely friend
Programmed to fight till the very end!

{Tom does a guitar solo}

TOM: {spoken}

A fitting death.
My hands are gone, {as he says this he raises his hand}
replaced by fire. {he makes a fire}
and intent.
Soiled in their conception. {he puts the fire out}
A whistle.
An omen.
The breath stops. Mine?
Time for battle?
Yes.

ARUSEUS: {shouts} CRASHMAAAAAAAAN! CRASHMAAAAAAAAN!

TOM: {spoken simultaneously}

Crashman paces back and forth
Inside walls reinforced
Gotta gotta get out of this town
Gotta bring that Wily down.

ARUSEUS: {shouts} CRASHMAAAAAAAAN! CRASHMAAAAAAAAN!

TOM: {spoken simultaneously}

Crash bombs mounted to his arms
Locked... loaded... ready... armed.
Gotta gotta get out of this town
Gotta bring that Wily down.

TOM: {spoken}

And so they fought.
The clash of metal and grinding gears echoed across the night sky.
Victory was at hand
But in the end... his will overcame the program.

ARUSEUS AND TOM: {singing}

Down falls Crashman...
Down falls Crashman...
Down falls Crashman...
Down...

{Song ends, crowd goes wild}

ARUSEUS: Thank you! Thank you!

{Crowd continues}

TOM: Yeah. We're big on the Blue Bomber.

{Crowd continues}