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Twisted Metal: Midnight
04/17/10 at 04:37:46
 
Okay, so these are some of my ideas for the sequel to twisted metal black. Mostly it'll just be new characters (since thumperman did such a good job coming up with new storylines for the old characters). I've been looking at some of the other stuff on this board and its blowing me away and I know this wont come close, but I want to get my ideas out. So Please tell me what you think, tell me how I can improve. I'll post the middle and endings later, after i introduce all the characters.

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The night brings out the darkness in all of us. It shows us who we really areÖ

It has been 15 years since the first Twisted Metal Tournament in Midtown. Christmas Eve has ceased to become a day of joy and tranquility. In Midtown, it means the annual coming of Twisted Metal. Some say that Twisted Metal is a natural part of Darwinís Life cycle, and should be allowed to continue. The criminals and lunatics run amok destroying each other across the city, weeding out the malicious and insane from society. The world would be better off without such people. Every year, however, Calypso is always able to find new contestants to compete in his demented game. Maybe Midtown is full of just psychos, maybe the constant chaos and destruction cultivates a race of maniacs. No one quite knows for sure. Most can agree, however, that due to the apparent surplus of daredevil freaks, that the contest should be stopped, as it eliminates killers only to raise a new generation for the next year. Every year on Christmas Eve, families retreat to the ďsafetyĒ of their homes (no one is really safe) and huddle together, waiting for the devastation to end so they can try to rebuild their city, atleast until next year. Reconstruction is slow and has lost support, and many residents have fled the hellhole of Midtown to nearby Whitegrove. Twisted Metal drivers destroy the town faster than it can be rebuilt. Some assume that Twisted Metal must end soon; there is nothing left to destroy. The cynical say that Calypso will always find a way.

Nevertheless, evacuation measures are being taken to abandon the city before the next Christmas. No one will be forced to leave, but it is widely suggested that they escape the wrath of Midtown and its curse. Part of these measures was the destruction of the asylum, along with all of the hopeless souls inside it. The asylum had never cured anyone; perhaps by destroying it the psychopaths that had plagued the city for so long would cease to exist. There was one way out for any willing prisoners, however. Compete in this yearís twisted metal for a chance to win your heartís desire.

December 1, 2020. A rumor spreads like wildfire through the streets as the news sends shockwaves through the city. Word in the underground is Calypso is dead. Murdered. No one is certain of who killed him, or even if he really is dead. The few who have heard either rejoice, hoping for an end to the violent chaos that has plagues their city for over a decade, or scoff at the fact that a man like Calypso could even be killed. Those who hope for the beginning of a new era, however, an era of peace and tranquility in their little town, are sorely disappointed. It was announced that Twisted Metal would continue as scheduled this year; it was far from over. Some said this was proof †that Calypso lived; others said that Sweettooth, a champion of multiple tournaments, had finally managed to obtain his dream of taking Calypsoís place and had organized this tournament. At the time, though, Sweettooth was locked up in the asylum, a place he visited quite frequently, but always managed to escape just in time for the next Twisted Metal, somehow. So that theory seemed invalid. Others just thought it was a stunt orchestrated by Calypso himself to draw publicity to the tournament. †

Whatever the reason, Twisted Metal was happening this year all the same. And for the first time, it would venture outside the limits of Midtown, starting in the rubble of Downtown, and making its way north to Whitegrove. The contest had run out of places in Midtown to destroy. And, like always, there were plenty of new contestants ready to take up the offer. Joining them would be returning drivers of years past: champions defending their titles, previous finalists with scores to settle, and veterans who were simply insane enough to love the game. One thing was for certain: It would be the most gruesome, twisted competition yet.

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Driver Name: Ryan Finn
Age: 23
Vehicle: Riptide
Vehicle Description: 1940s Woody Wagon. Station wagon with wooded panels on the door, sides, and fenders. The rear wheel is half covered by the rear fender. Painted a dull teal color that has faded profusely over the years and is peeling away. A surfboard is mounted on top, and a spare tire on the back. Pieces of seaweed hang over from the roof, out from the windows, and on the fenders. The whole car is always somehow dripping wet. The car is armored on the sides by the rear fender with life preserver rings that are roped together. There is also a kayak chained haphazardly to one side of the car. The steering wheel is a shipís helm. Machine guns are mounted on the front fenders.
Stats:
Armor: 5/10
Speed: 5/10
Handling: 5/10
Special: 8/10
Special: Cowabunga = A tidal wave is generated from a hood scoop and engulfs the area in front of riptide, capable of carrying multiple enemies in its wake

Beginning Cutscene: I know Iíve done some bad things in my life (camera zooms from outside asylum into a hallway). But I think, after a certain point, it becomes almost justifiable to kill. When you have something like what happened to me, I think itís excusable if your perspective of right and wrong gets skewed a bit. (Camera enters cell. You see a man sitting on the floor with his head down, looking dejected. He has scraggly blond hair parted down the middle that hangs into his face and a scraggy 3 day blond beard. He wears a shredded, torn v neck tee and boardshorts, revealing his horridly disfigured limbs. His right arm and both legs stop about half way down, ending in jagged, bloody stumps. Bite mark scars crisscross his face and skin.) My luck turned sour at the worst possible time, and when I needed them most, those scumbags who called themselves my friends betrayed me and left me to die. Well, I didnít. But I made sure they did. Then they locked me up in here and tried to heal me. But I wouldnít take their help. Why try to hide the freak I am?
One day, the nurse slipped some kind of letter under the door with my meal. It was an invitation to some contest called Twisted Metal. I had heard of Twisted Metal, and of Calypso. Last I heard, he was dead. I thought it was some kind of sick joke, but I guess the contest was really happening again this year. I figured, why not? This asylum is goin down with me in it, and this could be my ticket out of here. Iím certainly a man with nothing else to lose. I mean, look at me. I sure could use a wish these days. (Wagon zooms away from the asylum.)

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Blackfield Asylum Profile

Driver: Chief Red Falcon
Age: 54
Vehicle: Tomahawk
Vehicle Description: †Beat up, dirty 1994 Jeep Cherokee. Painted a light brown, woody color with offroad tires. Fenders reinforced with metal bumpers chained to the body. Strange, tribal designs are painted on the sides. There are those two prong-like things that come out from under the front bumper then go vertical, I donít know what you call them (maybe like grill reinforcements?) Machine gun mounted on the left side.
Stats:
Armor: 6/10
Speed: 4/10
Handling: 5/10
Special: 6/10
Special: Ancestral Arrows = A barrage of arrows is emitted from a slot on the hood right in front of the windshield. Can be charged before activated. The longer charged, the faster and more powerfully will the arrows fly through the air. When detonated, they drop straight down onto opponents.

Beginning Cutscene: Start outside the asylum, zoom in like usual into a cell revealing a typical Native American Leader, sitting cross-legged on the ground. His hair is long and graying, drawn into many braids. He wears an open chested animal skin vest, revealing his bronzed, slim yet brawny torso. Wrinkles form at the corners of his mouth and brown eyes. His pants are brown and fray at the bottom, with colorful designs painted on them. He wears a headband with arrows on it, and wears an empty quiver on his back. This is all while he speaks in a native American accent:
Behold the latest and greatest terror brought upon us by the white man. After they destroyed everything that had been close to my heart, they put me in here because they did not know what else to do to me. They robbed me of my dignity and my livelihood, and now I am not the proud leader I once was. I had nothing left to live for. I figured I would waste away in this asylum until they destroyed it. Taking my life would not mean much to me at this point; I have nothing left to live for.
Then, one day, I got a letter from a strange man named Calypso. He offered me in a place in a strange contest of his, a contest of automobile combat to the death. Suddenly I realized that this was the man behind all of my suffering. This is the man who caused all this to happen. I knew I must find this man and end his life to exact justice with the universe. As horrid as it may be, I knew I would enter his contest. I am not a violent man, but am a great warrior. I have fought for my home before and now I will again to reclaim it. This contest has given me hope, hope that I may be able to put my life back together again. I will restore balance to nature and end the chaos of this dreadful city. I realize now that it is what the Spirits have called me to do, and I shall not fail them. (Jeep zooms away from the asylum).

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Reply #1 - 04/17/10 at 04:38:52
 
Blackfield Asylum Profile

Driver: Mel (and Woodward) Clemens
Age: 71, 30
Vehicle: Glory Days
Vehicle Description: 1957 Chevrolet Bel Aire, red with chrome trim and white fins, with large spots where the paint has worn away and rust has taken hold. The fins have been file into blades. The rear wheel wells are exaggerated and the rear wheels are almost completely hidden under the fenders. The front bumper is has been reinforced with a large metal one. The side skirts have worn away, and side exhaust pipes drag on the ground and occasionally cough smoke while driving. The rear bumper drags on the ground on one side. Machine guns on both sides at the bottom of the doors
Stats:
Armor: 5/10
Speed: 6/10
Handling: 5/10
Special: 7/10
Special: Glory Missiles = two slots on the front fenders open up and reveal torpedo tubes. A target flashes across the screen and can be directed by a player to lock on to an enemy. Two homing torpedoes are fired.

Beginning Cutscene: And old man with silver hair is sitting against the wall of a cell with a wooden ventriloquistís dummy on his lap. The dummy is chipped and the green painted on suit is fading. The old man (Mel) wears shabby old clothes and is neither fat nor skinny. A far-off, dazed look is in his eyes. The old man speaks in a gravelly, worn voice:

ďThings are getting mighty strange around here, arenít they Woodward?Ē He sighs. ďMy mind is goin fuzzy. I canít always tell whatís real anymore. Sometimes I hallucinate, and my son is still here. I miss him so much.  Itís easy to get lost in the daydreams, to give myself up to them. In my visions, my son is so real, so vivid. It almost seems like heís here. I wish I could surrender to my fantasies, but I just canít. I still have a sliver of hold on reality. I ainít gone yet.
One day, I got this letter inviting me to some merry old game called Twisted Metal. I get to leave this place, and if I win, I can have anything I want. Sounds pretty dern good to me.

Will you help me out on this one, Woodward? My drivinís not what it used to be. Would you mind takin the pilotís seat for this one? You will? Thanks old buddy. Youíve always been there for me. And you do remind me of my son so much. You have the same haircut, you know. Sometimes, I begin to think you actually are my sonÖ
(Bel Aire drives out from the Asylum, and you can see Woodward (the dummy) in the driverís seat, and Mel slumped in the passengerís seat.)
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Re: Twisted Metal: Midnight
Reply #2 - 04/17/10 at 16:40:48
 
Your three characters are cool.

A word of advice:   Balance the roster out with characters from the games.  Why not return Sweet Tooth and make characters from past TM games that never appeared in TM:  Black?
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Reply #3 - 04/17/10 at 19:28:04
 
Gah you read my mind I was actually planning on doing that Tongue I just have a lot of vehicle ideas that I want to express
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maxamillionaire wrote on 04/17/10 at 19:28:04:
Gah you read my mind I was actually planning on doing that Tongue I just have a lot of vehicle ideas that I want to express


I understand. †But it's not Twisted Metal without the killer clown in the ice cream truck.
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Reply #5 - 04/17/10 at 23:41:38
 
maxamillionaire wrote on 04/17/10 at 04:37:46:


Blackfield Asylum Profile

Driver Name: Ryan Finn
Age: 23
Vehicle: Riptide
Vehicle Description: 1940s Woody Wagon. Station wagon with wooded panels on the door, sides, and fenders. The rear wheel is half covered by the rear fender. Painted a dull teal color that has faded profusely over the years and is peeling away. A surfboard is mounted on top, and a spare tire on the back. Pieces of seaweed hang over from the roof, out from the windows, and on the fenders. The whole car is always somehow dripping wet. The car is armored on the sides by the rear fender with life preserver rings that are roped together. There is also a kayak chained haphazardly to one side of the car. The steering wheel is a shipís helm. Machine guns are mounted on the front fenders.


sound familiar...
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Reply #6 - 04/18/10 at 00:33:10
 
I just read your fic and I saw your use of the woody wagon. You had posted it before me and I acknowledge that, but I swear I had not read your fic prior to mine and developed my woody idea independently. I realize it looks suspicious and apologize for the coincidence, but I did not plagiarize you. It was purely coincidence, we both thought of the same thing independently. I don't think that's incredibly hard to believe
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Reply #7 - 04/18/10 at 02:50:26
 
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Driver: Ross Garraty
Age: 19
Vehicle: Hammerhead
Vehicle Description: 1993 Dodge Ram Pickup with Monster truck wheels. Paint is a rusting light green, similar to the color of tm1ís hammerhead. The truck has roll bars and offroad lights mounted on the cab. Bloodstains are splattered on the tires. The hood and front fenders are dented and the headlights are broken. Thereís a machine gun mounted under the front bumper so itís low enough to hit other vehicles.

Stats:
Armor: 8/10
Speed: 2/10
Handling: 2/10
Special: 9/10
Special: Pulverizor = Spikes emerge from Hammerheadís tires and when the truck drives close to an opponent, as if to ram them, the truck drives over them instead, crushing them beneath the huge spiked wheels.

Beginning Cutscene: After the camera zoom through the asylum hallways to the cell, you see a teenager sitting with his head in his hands in the room. He wears a torn, bloody muscle short and dirty jeans with combat boots. His blond hair is cut short. You can tell that he used to be muscular but his strength has worn away due to time in the asylum. He narrates in a wavering voice:

I didnít mean no harm, really. I never wanted things to turn out this way. Things just turned so horribly wrong so quickly, and before I even knew what was happening, I was a murderer. We were just out cruising, looking for a good time. Our innocent joyride turned to bloodshed in the blink of an eye. Iím the reason for the destruction of a guiltless family. How will I ever be able to live with myself? I can still see the horrified look on the manís face, hear his screams of agonyÖ

That night messed me up so bad, they locked me in here. I was going crazy with guilt, even trying to do myself in. I suppose itís good Iím trapped here, away from society, where I canít hurt anyone anymore.

One day, I received an invitation to come freakish game called Twisted Metal. It came the day before this place was about to go down. I was actually kind of looking forward to the demolition. I was ready for this tortured existence to come to an end. But the letter changed all that. It said if I survived the combat, I could have one wish, anything my heart desired. I realized what this could mean. I could go back and change everything. I could relive my past and fix the outcome of that awful night. In the envelope was a set of keys. I recognized the keys, they were for that cursed monster truck. I knew I had to climb back behind the wheel of that vehicle, the vehicle that had destroyed my life. But when I win, itíll be like it never happenedÖ. (Hammerhead rumbles away from the asylum).

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Name: Dr. Xavier Flesch (Sometimes known as Dr. Flesh)
Age: 46
Vehicle: Pandemic
Vehicle Description: Ambulance. The lights on top are cracked and lopsided, and there is a mixture of blood and mud splattered across the body. A stretcher is mounted on each side of the vehicle for armor. The back doors dangle ajar and as you drive around you can see a cadaver strapped to a gurney in the back. Medical supplies often spill out of the unsecured doors as well. Machine guns are mounted on each side, by the doors.

Stats:
Amor: 7/10
Speed: 5/10
Handling: 5/10
Special: 5/10
Special: Infection = A contagious wave spreads out from beneath the vehicle, infecting any nearby enemies (about the radius of axelís special). It does little damage at impact, but over time infected enemies gradually have their health eaten away, until they get health.

Beginning Cutscene: The usual camera zoom, etc, revealing a man slumped against the wall of his cell. He wears bloody scrubs, complete with gloves, a stethoscope, cap, and surgical mask. He wears opaque glasses that reflect light whenever it strikes them. Beneath his clothes, you can see his body is extremely thin and emaciated, heís basically a sallow layer of skin covering his bones. His pale and gaunt, with absolutely no fat on it. He narrates in a strained, creepy voice:

Look at me. Iím pathetic. Iím a shadow of myself. Iím a skeleton with nothing left to live for. I fell so far, circumstances went so out of my control. What could I do? I had no options left. To protect his own life, a man will stoop to a lot of things he never even imagined he could be capable of. Can I justify myself? Yes. Do I forgive myself? No. But then again, I was going crazy. The top doctor in the country, wasting away from a disease even he couldnít cure. I had to find a solution. I came up with something, but they didnít like what I was doing. They captured me and locked me up in here to prevent me from continuing my operations. I figured Iíd go down with the place during the demolition. But something happened to change all that.

I received an invitation one day to some contest called Twisted Metal. Iíd heard of it, of course. Iíd operated on many a victim of that hellish competition. But I had never thought of entering it before. Now, I realized I had no reason not to. I had a way out of this hellhole, and I possibly had a way to reverse everything that had happened to me. Who could say no to that? (Ambulance zooms away from asylum).

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Please comment after you read! Tell me what you think of my character ideas. I can see you reading but not responding Wink
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Reply #8 - 04/18/10 at 04:00:03
 
Whoa. Nice vision of Hammerhead. Also, Pandemic is a cool character.

I liked that your Hammerhead's Special is a redux of Twisted Metal: Small Brawl's Hammerhead.
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Reply #9 - 04/18/10 at 06:13:22
 
I liked the Tomahawk character (since I'm indian) and diggin the ventriloquist concept alot. kinda TMB Yellow Jacket-ish, but a good play on it regardless. also like the surf bum too, but the special seems kinda lame.. sorry
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Reply #10 - 04/18/10 at 07:13:50
 
The Dizaster Child wrote on 04/18/10 at 06:13:22:
I liked the Tomahawk character (since I'm indian) and diggin the ventriloquist concept alot. kinda TMB Yellow Jacket-ish, but a good play on it regardless. also like the surf bum too, but the special seems kinda lame.. sorry


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Reply #11 - 04/18/10 at 14:43:26
 
Thanks. I actually thought that Riptide's special was one of my more unique ones, since it isn't just a slightly modified missile or gun or something.

And I'm glad you're not offended by my quasi-stereotype then

Two Questions: would you guys rather see me crank out more character introductions or go into more detail of the 5 I have so far and post their middles and such/

and would it be alright if I gave black makeovers to some tm3 or tm4 cars? I still dont know if have the right ideas to do that but I was just wondering if it was allowed Tongue
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Reply #12 - 04/18/10 at 17:05:34
 
Alot of original charactors here. I like the idea of Pandemic and Riptide.

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Reply #13 - 04/18/10 at 18:07:23
 
maxamillionaire wrote on 04/18/10 at 00:33:10:
I just read your fic and I saw your use of the woody wagon. You had posted it before me and I acknowledge that, but I swear I had not read your fic prior to mine and developed my woody idea independently. I realize it looks suspicious and apologize for the coincidence, but I did not plagiarize you. It was purely coincidence, we both thought of the same thing independently. I don't think that's incredibly hard to believe

well thank you, a nice honest apology. You guys should look in to this type of behvior.
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Reply #14 - 04/18/10 at 20:22:33
 
Mr.SLaM wrote on 04/18/10 at 18:07:23:
well thank you, a nice honest apology. You guys should look in to this type of behior.


It's spelled "behavior".
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