A Big Ol Promotion

A big ol’ promotion

After the gruelling battle and eventual defeat of Rootmars at the hands of the Regular Army's special forces, General Morden and a few surviving soldiers escaped the Martians' clutches with the Dai-Manji in their possession. About half an hour later, the Dai-Manji landed at a secret Rebel Army base. There, Morden was finally reunited with the rest of his soldiers who had fought bravely against the Martians. With a proud posture, he exited the Dai-Manji, puffing out his chest and clearing his throat.

Morden: Attention everyone! Those gosh darn Martians were a real pain in the ass! But we did it! We put up one heck of a fight and came out on top, even if it meant forming an alliance with our greatest enemy. Anyways, you’ve all shown me that you’re all top-notch soldiers. You know what? I'm proud to announce that you're all getting promoted!

Multiple gasps erupt amongst the Rebel soldiers, followed by an outburst of cheers, applause, and whistles. Some soldiers high-five and hug each other, overwhelmed with joy and relief as they finally receive their long-overdue promotions.

Morden: Except you! *he says, pointing accusingly at a bazooka-wielding soldier near the front* You’re not even wearing your uniform!

The soldier, clad only in his army-green helmet and a pair of white boxer shorts, looked down at the ground with a disheartened sigh.

Soldier #1: Aw man… I’m sorry about that. Better luck next time!

Soldier #2: For crying out loud! I told ya to put your uniform on!

Soldier #3: *snickers at the soldier not wearing his proper uniform* Good job, dumbass!

A few other Rebel soldiers snicker and chuckle loudly at the misfortune of their comrade who was dismissed for his promotion.

Morden: Hey! Whoever just laughed at this soldier will also not receive their promotions! It’s disrespectful to mock fellow comrades! You hear me?! *he sounds frustratingly displeased*

The soldiers who rudely poked fun at their comrade now feel ashamed, offering a sincere apology to him.

Bro, if your thumb already hurts, use your index finger because it works for me in different situations 👍

Here are the results of my third replay of Metal Slug 3. I'm very happy with the results! Metal Slug 3 is a tough-as-balls game, but it's so much fun! My multiple replays were to experience all alternative paths and I finally achieved that.

Doing these playthroughs of Metal Slug 3 has somewhat improved my skills. I still suck at Metal Slug, but it's nice to see my skills improve when playing through the third game multiple times. I always use saves, but it's definitely helping me.

I'm going to take a break from Metal Slug 3 and let my thumb heal. I plan on replaying a couple of the other games on the Metal Pack emulator.

A hug does feel good .

What good ideas do you have for writing this kind of things with MS ;')

Emergency hug!

Today was surprisingly stressful for Marco, Eri, Tarma, and Fio, as they had to defeat multiple zombies and sasquatches. Everyone's nerves are still unnaturally high after their intense fight against the Monoeyes, but Tarma remains relatively calm. Fio takes a deep, calming breath and gently taps Tarma's shoulder.

Tarma: *he instinctively turns around to face Fio, raising an eyebrow* What’s up?

Fio: *she shyly looks down at the ground* Can I have a hug?

Tarma pauses for a brief moment, surprised to hear that question come from Fio's mouth. A pleasant smile curls onto his lips before he wraps his arms around her in the hug she requested.

Fio: *she warmly reciprocated the hug* Thank you…

Eri suddenly approaches Tarma, roughly tugging at his golden-yellow vest to grab his attention. He breaks away from hugging Fio, but she still holds onto him, and turns to face Eri, his expression inquiring what she wants.

Eri: Urm… Can you hug me? I honestly need it. *her breathing is a bit irregular and she sounds somewhat anxious*

Tarma: Sure thing! I can’t say no to that!

Tarma now finds himself embracing both Eri and Fio as they silently appreciate his willingness to comfort them. Marco trudges over to the group, his face etched with exhaustion, and releases a deep, heavy sigh.

Marco: Can I join? *he sounds a tad miserable*

Tarma: Of course, bud!

And with that, Marco wraps his arms around the trio, joining the group hug, and a weary smile slowly spreads across his face.

Fio my love xd

🧡💚✨

Marco after such an act by Tarma:

Computer troubles

The Internet is acting slow today, which gradually began to get under Marco's skin. His frustration is simmering, but he maintains a blank expression as he stares at the computer screen, which crashed for the fifth time that day. Tarma is sitting next to him, looking extremely bored.

Finally, the computer starts working again, and Marco lets out a heavy sigh, typing away at something important. But then, Tarma gets a mischievous idea and presses the escape key, losing all of Marco's unsaved work. Marco stops typing, removes his hands from the keyboard, and slowly turns to face Tarma. A menacing glare burns in his eyes, and his face twisted in anger.

Tarma: *gives him an awkward smile* Heh heh…?

Tarma swiftly sprung to his feet and sprinted out of the office as if his life depended on it. Marco hotly pursues him, his fists clenched and ready to kick Tarma’s ass.

Eri and Fio are minding their own business, chatting with each other, and decide to leave the base to get some fresh air.

Tarma: Move it, ladies! *he exclaims, pushing Eri and Fio aside*

This understandably startles the two, but they soon realise that Tarma must have done something to anger Marco who bolts past them with ease.

Fio: Oh boy… *she nervously gulps*

Eri: Tsk... For fuck's sake. I swear on my mother's grave, Tarma is always up to some damn thing. *she sounds irritated*

As Tarma continues to flee, Marco finally catches up to him and pins him to the grassy ground. They proceed to get into a heated argument, while Eri and Fio decide to head back to the sleeping quarters to play another round of poker.

Poor Marco XD🤣🫵

We’re cooking the pizza!

It was a lovely evening with no current mission to worry about, and someone was responsible for cooking dinner tonight…

Tarma: *walks into the kitchen* Oh! Sup, Trevor? What are you making for supper? I’m starving!

Trevor: *his eyes are intently glued to Tarma, holding onto a circular pan* I’m just cooking pizza…

Marco was calmly minding his own business, typing away on his trusty laptop. Suddenly, Trevor accidentally hit Marco in the face with the circular pan. This incident caused Trevor and Tarma to burst into hysterical laughter.

Trevor: Oh my lord! Are you okay?! *he feels embarrassed and is trying to calm down, but couldn’t stop laughing*

Marco: *he doesn’t dare to look at Trevor as his hands are covering his smacked face* Noooo… That fucking hurts!