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Chapter 4
Downtown Assault
This may not make any sense, this transition, but it’s the truth. Wildcat City, being a city with a history of being sticklers for morality and purity, belonged to the group of people who panicked and protested over questionable games such as Night Trap and Lethal Enforcers, many of which ultimately led to the systems we have of rating video games. Yet Lethal Enforcers and its prequel game released two years later, Lethal Enforcers II: Gunfighters (also known as Lethal Enforcers II: The Western in Japan), eventually were accepted by the public, and made their ways into arcades, bowling alleys, and restaurants. (The local greasy spoon restaurant we sometimes eat at, McPherson’s, still has a cabinet of the first game, while Pizza By Smiths has the prequel game.) While the prequel happens in the American Old West, the first game happens in modern-day Chicago.
Super C had me play YouTube videos of the games as a confirmation, because these were games he didn’t want to see his recruits playing, given the fact that obedience to the G-52 Code of Conduct meant keeping away from all things unbiblical. He did have to revise the Code a few times, though, so that if a recruit was watching a movie or playing a game in private, they wouldn’t be penalized for it. (Some things were just flat-out banned, though.) “I wouldn’t want my recruits playing these games; you’re right about that,” he said, “and I probably would have panicked over it myself. But it does go to show the power of the media’s influence, and I am requiring my recruits to have proper self-defense training in multiple areas. However, that does answer my question; the point is to shoot the criminals and leave the innocent bystanders alone. There’s no reason the bystanders should be in situations like that anyway. Have you ever played them?”
“I haven’t, and do not plan to do so,” I said, “but as I said to Clyde (the Cavalry Lion), there have been a few times where, when doing my cowboy act, I felt like I was playing the western game, except it was real.”
“I see; were you shooting back in self-defense at the Rocky Roaders?”
“I wasn’t aiming for them; I was looking for other things to shoot at so that they’d remain alive to see the consequences of their actions.”
“Good approach; that’s the way Gunslinger Wolf does it.”
I mention it because CNG has a way of making history repeat itself in multiple forms, and one of them was to experience the events of fictional settings for real. The first game has five different scenarios: “The Bank Robbery,” “Chinatown Assault” (renamed “Downtown Assault” for the SNES version), “The Hijack,” “The Drug Dealers” (renamed “Gunrunners” for the SNES version), and “Chemical Plant Sabotage.”) We had a bank robbery already. What do you think happened next? You are correct. It was a downtown assault.
(For the record, the crimes in the western were “The Bank Robbery,” so that act happens in both games; “Stage Holdup,” “Saloon Showdown,” “The Train Robbery,” and “The Hide-Out.” Jocko and his tribe, the Moon Dwellers, took offense to the last boss, seen in “The Hide-Out,” being a Native American man. They have, however, the same opinion Clyde has; there’s no reason they should not know about the game, even though it disturbs them to know about it.)
The point of CNG acting the way it was acting, however, was that because it was changing its mind about humanity as a whole, it was keeping tabs on gangs invading Wildcat City, which is why it gave us a warning that Jennings and his gang were coming back for revenge. However, a different gang (name still unknown) was attempting to rob the bank, only for them to go tone-deaf when CNG decided to just have them physically hear sounds at maximum volume. (Think of it like a Vizio TV, which allows you to turn the volume all the way to 100, and it was at 100. When Super C had me play the song back for us, the volume was at about 15.)
The gang involved in the downtown assault was Jennings’ gang, full of rouge relatives of his that were joining his cause of targeting certain people by blowing up their mailboxes and burning down their homes, simply because he hated them. Jennings himself wasn’t at the scene, though; if the pattern was to continue like it was in the game, then he would be doing the chemical plant sabotage. Wildcat City had a few chemical plants, but like everybody else, everybody was exercising their Second Amendment rights, and everybody was training in firearms so they would be prepared for threats. In some cases, however, they’d have to fight back with other ways to apprehend the criminals. Remember, criminals fight dirty, so if you have to fight back, fight dirty yourself.
The downtown assault began when police were called to the city’s premiere shopping mall, Wildcat Mall (located in the heart of Battlefield Range; there were several other shopping malls in the city), when the gang tried to hold up a Disney store. “What vendetta have they got against Disney? They were the ones that introduced you to us,” Judy Hopps commented as she and other officers made their way to the mall. (When the freak accidents brought the animals of Zootopia to the real world, the ones that were on the police force now served Wildcat City, still as police officers. Judy, Nick Wilde, Chief Bogo, and Benjamin Clawhauser were therefore part of the blue section of the W.C.P.D.)
“They were,” I said, “but remember, this gang is targeting specific people they hate simply because they hate them.”
“Not a good reason,” said Chief Bogo.
“No.”
We made our way to the mall and assisted the security with getting the public to safety, and in the event any G-52 or ally was a musician like me, they could also summon portals. “Go through there; you’ll be safe,” we said, and the public jumped on through. The cops, meanwhile, went after the gang, and since Chief Bogo didn’t have a gun on (due to the fact it got stolen in the confusion), he just kicked the criminals gunning for him in the head. He didn’t know any martial arts, but what he was doing was working for us.”
So how did CNG come into the picture? Well, the gang was smuggling it like many were these days, but instead of starting fires like it usually did, the combination of red, orange, and yellow CNG instead formed flashing arrows of those colors, so that no matter where they tried to hide, the forces of good could always find them. Once we found a crook, the arrow turned solid green for about three seconds, and then disappeared.
“But I thought it was supposed to kill you!” one gangster exclaimed as he wrestled with Super C.
“Well, you thought wrong!” Super C replied, not willing to give any secrets away. “And I’m sending up you the creek without a paddle!” He grabbed the gangster, stood up, and held him over his arms before thrusting him at the wall. The criminal bounced off the wall and got minor bruises in the process, but Nick and another fox grabbed hold of him before he could do anything else. They tried to get him to confess the whereabouts of his boss, but he wouldn’t say a word. “If I told you, they’d kill me,” he said. “When you make a promise like that, you keep it.”
“Not if you’re a criminal like this, you don’t,” Nick snapped as he handcuffed the man and marched him out to the squad car. “You’re not going to die, though. Now march!”
“Hup! Hup! Hup, 2, 3, 4! Hup!” the other fox commanded.
The assault took us through multiple parts of town, but the citizens amazingly didn’t panic; they knew they were still in good hands with us around. Government buildings such as City Hall were also under attack, and as a result, I was assigned the task of acting as Mayor Jabowitz’s bodyguard, so I threw up shields for both of us as he led me to the panic room that was inside the office. “Good thing I had this installed a few years back,” he said. “How long have they been at it, though?”
“Since 9:00 this morning,” I replied. “It’s been three hours and they’re still at it. I have to protect you, though, so I’m not going back out there.”
“Do whatever you have to, but just make it stop!”
Outside City Hall, the SWAT Kats led an aerial counterattack with their Turbokat, while the Biker Mice took ground duties by forcing the gangsters to crash, since they were driving cars while shooting at my “army.” “Some people should just never be allowed behind the wheel,” Modo remarked as he took one gangster out.
“Oh, no; this has been a real drag for you, hasn’t it?” Throttle smirked again as he took out another. (Mind you they weren’t dead; they were just defeated.)
Because Timpani Tiger and the Forsythians known as the Kettledrum Cats happened to be in the neighborhood, they summoned their timpani and started drumming on them furiously, even though they were in sync. The Gurdethan brothers, five bears that descended from the psychopath percussion bear William Gurdetha and carried on his legacy while they were part of COTS (Circus of the Superstars), also summoned timpani of their own and added to the chaos from the other side of the street. To add to the effects, a lion G-52 known as the Righteous Roarer, who had a supersonic roar, let out a few roars. The ten drummers then beat a tense drum roll before the lion let out one final thunderous roar that was heard all over the city.
CNG, however, amplified the noise until it was too much for the criminals to bear, and they finally called out a cease-fire before surrendering. The miracle was that no lives were lost, and nobody innocent was hurt, but still, everybody was all shook up from the ordeal, and so the people of the town were still crying. By the time the police got everything under control and the city was functioning back to normal again, my “army” took it upon themselves to talk to the people so they could get them to calm down; a group of bears serving as Drumbums then took their instruments and joined the ten others present, and they began to play tunes that hopefully would boost the morale and spirit of the citizens.
“Shall we?” T-Bone asked when landing the Turbokat.
“We shall,” said Razor, and upon exiting, the two send the jet on autopilot back to their hangar. They then magically changed out of sight, and re-emerged in their orange and back uniforms they wore when performing as guest musicians for the circus when it was still in business (though this was due to the fact the five bears were in their circus uniforms), though out of habit, they marched barefoot. When they joined in with their drums, the bears switched out their timpani for other instruments, and they led the crowds over to Marching Greens at Wonder Park (the park named after the Marching Wonder; Marching Greens was the place the bands could perform). I didn’t mind, though; they were just as renowned to the world for playing marching and military music as they were for fighting the forces of evil.
Meanwhile, Super C messaged me and the mayor saying that it was safe to come out, and so we did. “Whew; thank heavens that’s over,” Jabowitz commented. “I haven’t been able to get any work done today because of all these crime waves. I just was surprised to hear it wasn’t CNG-related. Or was it?”
“Well, they were trying to smuggle CNG,” Super C replied, “but it didn’t do what we thought it would do. Instead, it just pointed the way to where they were hiding.”
“So it looks like President Zanicchi was telling the truth.”
“So far, it does. I’ve always been skeptical about CNG, but it apparently wants to win everybody’s trust. It knows it will have to stop this madness. Why it hasn’t is what’s puzzling me.”
“How many crimes are we going to have to suffer, though?”
“That’s a good question. CNG did warn us through its message habits that Jennings was coming back from revenge. I guess once he finally shows his head, then it will be all over. Of course, you always have to be prepared.”
“You do. It’s just giving me a headache.”
“It’s giving all of us a headache.”
“I need a breather, that’s for sure.”
“Why not join us and grab a bite?” I suggested.
“Okay; thank you. I guess it’s about that time.” Mayor Jabowitz cleared his throat before going back to his office to tidy a few things up before leaving. The city officials also suggested he work from home the rest of the day, since he had the option to do that, and so he agreed. “It being a Friday will allow me more time to recover,” he commented.
While the musicians kept on rallying the public and later eating lunch themselves at a different time, the rest of us (including the mayor) met at McPherson’s to eat lunch and discuss the problem. We were glad that CNG was at least leaving innocent lives alone, but we still couldn’t wrap our heads around its unpredictable behavior.
TO BE CONTINUED
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Chapter 4
Downtown Assault
This may not make any sense, this transition, but it’s the truth. Wildcat City, being a city with a history of being sticklers for morality and purity, belonged to the group of people who panicked and protested over questionable games such as Night Trap and Lethal Enforcers, many of which ultimately led to the systems we have of rating video games. Yet Lethal Enforcers and its prequel game released two years later, Lethal Enforcers II: Gunfighters (also known as Lethal Enforcers II: The Western in Japan), eventually were accepted by the public, and made their ways into arcades, bowling alleys, and restaurants. (The local greasy spoon restaurant we sometimes eat at, McPherson’s, still has a cabinet of the first game, while Pizza By Smiths has the prequel game.) While the prequel happens in the American Old West, the first game happens in modern-day Chicago.
Super C had me play YouTube videos of the games as a confirmation, because these were games he didn’t want to see his recruits playing, given the fact that obedience to the G-52 Code of Conduct meant keeping away from all things unbiblical. He did have to revise the Code a few times, though, so that if a recruit was watching a movie or playing a game in private, they wouldn’t be penalized for it. (Some things were just flat-out banned, though.) “I wouldn’t want my recruits playing these games; you’re right about that,” he said, “and I probably would have panicked over it myself. But it does go to show the power of the media’s influence, and I am requiring my recruits to have proper self-defense training in multiple areas. However, that does answer my question; the point is to shoot the criminals and leave the innocent bystanders alone. There’s no reason the bystanders should be in situations like that anyway. Have you ever played them?”
“I haven’t, and do not plan to do so,” I said, “but as I said to Clyde (the Cavalry Lion), there have been a few times where, when doing my cowboy act, I felt like I was playing the western game, except it was real.”
“I see; were you shooting back in self-defense at the Rocky Roaders?”
“I wasn’t aiming for them; I was looking for other things to shoot at so that they’d remain alive to see the consequences of their actions.”
“Good approach; that’s the way Gunslinger Wolf does it.”
I mention it because CNG has a way of making history repeat itself in multiple forms, and one of them was to experience the events of fictional settings for real. The first game has five different scenarios: “The Bank Robbery,” “Chinatown Assault” (renamed “Downtown Assault” for the SNES version), “The Hijack,” “The Drug Dealers” (renamed “Gunrunners” for the SNES version), and “Chemical Plant Sabotage.”) We had a bank robbery already. What do you think happened next? You are correct. It was a downtown assault.
(For the record, the crimes in the western were “The Bank Robbery,” so that act happens in both games; “Stage Holdup,” “Saloon Showdown,” “The Train Robbery,” and “The Hide-Out.” Jocko and his tribe, the Moon Dwellers, took offense to the last boss, seen in “The Hide-Out,” being a Native American man. They have, however, the same opinion Clyde has; there’s no reason they should not know about the game, even though it disturbs them to know about it.)
The point of CNG acting the way it was acting, however, was that because it was changing its mind about humanity as a whole, it was keeping tabs on gangs invading Wildcat City, which is why it gave us a warning that Jennings and his gang were coming back for revenge. However, a different gang (name still unknown) was attempting to rob the bank, only for them to go tone-deaf when CNG decided to just have them physically hear sounds at maximum volume. (Think of it like a Vizio TV, which allows you to turn the volume all the way to 100, and it was at 100. When Super C had me play the song back for us, the volume was at about 15.)
The gang involved in the downtown assault was Jennings’ gang, full of rouge relatives of his that were joining his cause of targeting certain people by blowing up their mailboxes and burning down their homes, simply because he hated them. Jennings himself wasn’t at the scene, though; if the pattern was to continue like it was in the game, then he would be doing the chemical plant sabotage. Wildcat City had a few chemical plants, but like everybody else, everybody was exercising their Second Amendment rights, and everybody was training in firearms so they would be prepared for threats. In some cases, however, they’d have to fight back with other ways to apprehend the criminals. Remember, criminals fight dirty, so if you have to fight back, fight dirty yourself.
The downtown assault began when police were called to the city’s premiere shopping mall, Wildcat Mall (located in the heart of Battlefield Range; there were several other shopping malls in the city), when the gang tried to hold up a Disney store. “What vendetta have they got against Disney? They were the ones that introduced you to us,” Judy Hopps commented as she and other officers made their way to the mall. (When the freak accidents brought the animals of Zootopia to the real world, the ones that were on the police force now served Wildcat City, still as police officers. Judy, Nick Wilde, Chief Bogo, and Benjamin Clawhauser were therefore part of the blue section of the W.C.P.D.)
“They were,” I said, “but remember, this gang is targeting specific people they hate simply because they hate them.”
“Not a good reason,” said Chief Bogo.
“No.”
We made our way to the mall and assisted the security with getting the public to safety, and in the event any G-52 or ally was a musician like me, they could also summon portals. “Go through there; you’ll be safe,” we said, and the public jumped on through. The cops, meanwhile, went after the gang, and since Chief Bogo didn’t have a gun on (due to the fact it got stolen in the confusion), he just kicked the criminals gunning for him in the head. He didn’t know any martial arts, but what he was doing was working for us.”
So how did CNG come into the picture? Well, the gang was smuggling it like many were these days, but instead of starting fires like it usually did, the combination of red, orange, and yellow CNG instead formed flashing arrows of those colors, so that no matter where they tried to hide, the forces of good could always find them. Once we found a crook, the arrow turned solid green for about three seconds, and then disappeared.
“But I thought it was supposed to kill you!” one gangster exclaimed as he wrestled with Super C.
“Well, you thought wrong!” Super C replied, not willing to give any secrets away. “And I’m sending up you the creek without a paddle!” He grabbed the gangster, stood up, and held him over his arms before thrusting him at the wall. The criminal bounced off the wall and got minor bruises in the process, but Nick and another fox grabbed hold of him before he could do anything else. They tried to get him to confess the whereabouts of his boss, but he wouldn’t say a word. “If I told you, they’d kill me,” he said. “When you make a promise like that, you keep it.”
“Not if you’re a criminal like this, you don’t,” Nick snapped as he handcuffed the man and marched him out to the squad car. “You’re not going to die, though. Now march!”
“Hup! Hup! Hup, 2, 3, 4! Hup!” the other fox commanded.
The assault took us through multiple parts of town, but the citizens amazingly didn’t panic; they knew they were still in good hands with us around. Government buildings such as City Hall were also under attack, and as a result, I was assigned the task of acting as Mayor Jabowitz’s bodyguard, so I threw up shields for both of us as he led me to the panic room that was inside the office. “Good thing I had this installed a few years back,” he said. “How long have they been at it, though?”
“Since 9:00 this morning,” I replied. “It’s been three hours and they’re still at it. I have to protect you, though, so I’m not going back out there.”
“Do whatever you have to, but just make it stop!”
Outside City Hall, the SWAT Kats led an aerial counterattack with their Turbokat, while the Biker Mice took ground duties by forcing the gangsters to crash, since they were driving cars while shooting at my “army.” “Some people should just never be allowed behind the wheel,” Modo remarked as he took one gangster out.
“Oh, no; this has been a real drag for you, hasn’t it?” Throttle smirked again as he took out another. (Mind you they weren’t dead; they were just defeated.)
Because Timpani Tiger and the Forsythians known as the Kettledrum Cats happened to be in the neighborhood, they summoned their timpani and started drumming on them furiously, even though they were in sync. The Gurdethan brothers, five bears that descended from the psychopath percussion bear William Gurdetha and carried on his legacy while they were part of COTS (Circus of the Superstars), also summoned timpani of their own and added to the chaos from the other side of the street. To add to the effects, a lion G-52 known as the Righteous Roarer, who had a supersonic roar, let out a few roars. The ten drummers then beat a tense drum roll before the lion let out one final thunderous roar that was heard all over the city.
CNG, however, amplified the noise until it was too much for the criminals to bear, and they finally called out a cease-fire before surrendering. The miracle was that no lives were lost, and nobody innocent was hurt, but still, everybody was all shook up from the ordeal, and so the people of the town were still crying. By the time the police got everything under control and the city was functioning back to normal again, my “army” took it upon themselves to talk to the people so they could get them to calm down; a group of bears serving as Drumbums then took their instruments and joined the ten others present, and they began to play tunes that hopefully would boost the morale and spirit of the citizens.
“Shall we?” T-Bone asked when landing the Turbokat.
“We shall,” said Razor, and upon exiting, the two send the jet on autopilot back to their hangar. They then magically changed out of sight, and re-emerged in their orange and back uniforms they wore when performing as guest musicians for the circus when it was still in business (though this was due to the fact the five bears were in their circus uniforms), though out of habit, they marched barefoot. When they joined in with their drums, the bears switched out their timpani for other instruments, and they led the crowds over to Marching Greens at Wonder Park (the park named after the Marching Wonder; Marching Greens was the place the bands could perform). I didn’t mind, though; they were just as renowned to the world for playing marching and military music as they were for fighting the forces of evil.
Meanwhile, Super C messaged me and the mayor saying that it was safe to come out, and so we did. “Whew; thank heavens that’s over,” Jabowitz commented. “I haven’t been able to get any work done today because of all these crime waves. I just was surprised to hear it wasn’t CNG-related. Or was it?”
“Well, they were trying to smuggle CNG,” Super C replied, “but it didn’t do what we thought it would do. Instead, it just pointed the way to where they were hiding.”
“So it looks like President Zanicchi was telling the truth.”
“So far, it does. I’ve always been skeptical about CNG, but it apparently wants to win everybody’s trust. It knows it will have to stop this madness. Why it hasn’t is what’s puzzling me.”
“How many crimes are we going to have to suffer, though?”
“That’s a good question. CNG did warn us through its message habits that Jennings was coming back from revenge. I guess once he finally shows his head, then it will be all over. Of course, you always have to be prepared.”
“You do. It’s just giving me a headache.”
“It’s giving all of us a headache.”
“I need a breather, that’s for sure.”
“Why not join us and grab a bite?” I suggested.
“Okay; thank you. I guess it’s about that time.” Mayor Jabowitz cleared his throat before going back to his office to tidy a few things up before leaving. The city officials also suggested he work from home the rest of the day, since he had the option to do that, and so he agreed. “It being a Friday will allow me more time to recover,” he commented.
While the musicians kept on rallying the public and later eating lunch themselves at a different time, the rest of us (including the mayor) met at McPherson’s to eat lunch and discuss the problem. We were glad that CNG was at least leaving innocent lives alone, but we still couldn’t wrap our heads around its unpredictable behavior.
TO BE CONTINUED
Cripto's Army: Changing Strategy (Chapter 4)
Chapter 4.
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Wrangler Wolf: Wait... *Looks at his G-52 handbook.* I can't find anything about forbidding playing certain video games. My friends and I watch videos from Cyanide and Happiness for laughs and reactions. Is this a violation in the G-52s?
Chuong: It shouldn't as long you're not playing any games from C&H. I did see those photos of you posing with your friends with the staff of C&H at conventions and that's okay. But when in doubt, ask Super C.
Wrangler Wolf: If the G-52s are going to be morally strict, the codes should be specifically defined. Otherwise, it would be unfair and no fun. A recruit could be into e-sports one day you know.
Chuong: It shouldn't as long you're not playing any games from C&H. I did see those photos of you posing with your friends with the staff of C&H at conventions and that's okay. But when in doubt, ask Super C.
Wrangler Wolf: If the G-52s are going to be morally strict, the codes should be specifically defined. Otherwise, it would be unfair and no fun. A recruit could be into e-sports one day you know.
Super C: Exactly why I was rewriting the codes after I had many a discussion with the others. But take my advice, and don't play those games. E-sports are gaining popularity, but the only one I'm familiar with is the Classic Tetris World Championship. I'm undergoing counseling on how to define the Code of Conduct so that it doesn't come off way too strict, but some things will be just flat-out banned.
Cripto: I guess we were just afraid of exposing our minds to unbiblical content. Garbage in, garbage out; that's how it works.
CTWC: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5sxMqLjTv6k
(2019 quarterfinals)
Cripto: I guess we were just afraid of exposing our minds to unbiblical content. Garbage in, garbage out; that's how it works.
CTWC: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5sxMqLjTv6k
(2019 quarterfinals)
Chuong: Not only that, but we live in Earth; a diverse world of worlds, some with their own diversity. When it comes to morality, not everything is black and white. For example, in Vietnam, I hate mentioning this but it had to be done, belching is perfectly acceptable and when done in a restaurant, it is taken as a compliment to the food, meaning to us, that means the food was incredibly excellent. It also means the restaurant will get good business. And Blaster Cat, a Bengalian-Korean G-52, is an e-sports participant, since e-sports is huge in Korea. Yet she is still seen as moral by global standards. Of course in your country, belching is seen as gross.
Zax: Cyanide and Happiness is a household name for immature animated online comedy and they're famous in Texas. Wrangler Wolf has seen his friends try to play some of their board games without laughing due to the immense inappropriate content in them.
Wrangler Wolf: I wouldn't survive playing anything from C&H since their stuff is way too inappropriate for me to keep a straight face. I joined the G-52s to be part of a great organization but I wasn't aware how strict the morals can be. We're a superhero organization not a clergy.
Zax: Cyanide and Happiness is a household name for immature animated online comedy and they're famous in Texas. Wrangler Wolf has seen his friends try to play some of their board games without laughing due to the immense inappropriate content in them.
Wrangler Wolf: I wouldn't survive playing anything from C&H since their stuff is way too inappropriate for me to keep a straight face. I joined the G-52s to be part of a great organization but I wasn't aware how strict the morals can be. We're a superhero organization not a clergy.
Super C: Precisely the reason I was embarrassed, even though I had good intentions when I used the Bible and its principles to help establish the basic do's and don'ts of the Code. Belching in this nation is indeed perceived as bad manners.
Cripto: Especially when you do it loudly.
Super C: Ultimately the moral of the story is when you have doubts, avoid the unbiblical content.
Cripto: Especially when you do it loudly.
Super C: Ultimately the moral of the story is when you have doubts, avoid the unbiblical content.
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