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[===Post 18===]

===Post 18===

John and Akrn stepped to a door labeled 'CENTRAL ENGINEERING'. After catching his breath, John asked:
- Okay, let's do it. I hope that she didn't get a hold of the medical equipment yet.
As the door moved to the side, revealing the room interior, they thankfully were not greeted by zombies or corpses. However, they were not greeted by the engineers either. Pointing his gun at John, he stood there, towering above all the cables and frames that covered the floor. John sighed in vain. He knew this guy. Purple hair, long chin, violent look in his eyes...
- ...Bren McGuire. - John stared at his ex-commander with a mixed feeling of surprise and disgust. - What are the odds!
- As the Chief of Security on this vessel, I am forced to stop and question your decision. - McGuire replied coldly.
- Who's this joker? - asked Akrn.
- I am afraid I am the only one to ask questions here. What the hell do you both think you're doing? Why haven't you even talked to me or the Captain? If you shut down the terraformation lasers, fine. If that will make SHODAN leave our ship, even better. But how the hell do you think we will deal with her occupying another ship of ours?!
- And they say I've become an asshole after leaving the Turrican corps. - John sighed.
Akrn stared at him and McGuire without having even a small clue on what's going on. Meanwhile, one of the engineers working in the background noticed the standout at the door, but Bren just turned around and told him not to pay attention. While he was doing all that, Akrn finally summed up enough courage to ask again:
- John, who is this guy?
- Bren McGuire, my former superior at the Turrican Assault Suit corps. - John whispered theatrically.
- Former? Why did you leave them?
- Sins of my youth. - John boldly looked McGuire in the eyes and asked: - Okay, do you have a better plan?
- I surely do, Mr Targa. You are under arrest at the charge of sabotage. Let us proceed to the bridge.
John and Akrn had no choice but to sigh and obey. After all, they were not the ones with the guns at the moment.

They walked through the narrow corridor composed of gleaming lights and metal framing, all at Bren's gunpoint. Suspiciously, there was no personnel on the floor - either they all were on their lunch breaks, or this place was supposed to be deserted. All three of them kept deadly silence until they reached the teleportation chamber.
- Go in. - ordered McGuire.
John raised his hand to push the lock button, but the door got split into halves on its own. Inside the painfully white room, in front of several mangled corpses, stood Bayonetta. Looks like the fight was pretty bad, as her left arm and midriff were all bruised and bleeding.
- Shit... - ignoring the pulse blaster aimed at his back, John quickly stepped forward and caught Bay just before she fainted from the pain. - She's unconscious. Where's the sick bay here?!
McGuire holstered his gun and helped John grab and carry the nurse's body in the most convenient way available.
- There's none here, and the teleporter control console is all smashed out.
- Looks like Bay was forced to damage it in order to keep the zombies from arriving...
- I can fix that. - said Akrn. - Give me five minutes, I think I will be able to mend this thing.
- OK, go. - John nodded and turned to McGuire. - Man, look at these guys. It's like someone was trying to recreate the Philadelphia Experiment and failed just as miserably. All these gears and cogs sticking out of rotten flesh...
- Yep, even the worst monstrosities of the Machine weren't as gruesome. - McGuire sighed. - John, I have to apologize.
- For what exactly?
- For signing your retirement papers. These f'kers at TriOptimum were holding their soldering irons at my cojones after all that tragedy with Von Braun...
- Von Braun was aeons ago, don't mess with me. And besides, I wanted to leave your forces anyway.
- But why?
- You've all became TriOptimum's torture toys for money, so I've just decided to get even more money. My payment as the Space Hunter is noticeably bigger, that's no secret.
The silence was intense. Only the buzzing sounds of Akrn's tools kept it from getting too suspicious. Suddenly, a grin emerged on McGuire's face.
- Wasn't it because of someone named Samantha? I heard, you know... rumors...
John chuckled:
- Think whatever you want. After all, you've happened to be a princess saver yourself, eh? There, on Katakis...
- Ah, Yuko! - McGuire nodded. - We've married after you gone rogue. She's a biologist on the Tyrian outpost station now.
- How sweet. - John smiled. - Congratulations, sir.
- Thanks, Targa. And what about you? Ever thought of raising some space babies and retiring to be a pharmer Bob? Maybe it's your princess you're holding now!
John looked at Bayonetta. She had very delicate facial features, slightly hinting at her possibly Asian origin. Her hair was very long, pitch black in color and shiny, perfectly fitting her overall vampirish image. Those thin glasses and killer body didn't hurt, too.
- Are you kidding, sir? I know her for about 30 minutes! We have exchanged possibly ten or so lines so far.
These five minutes of cuteness were interrupted by Akrn:
- Alright, I think we're good to go.
The three (or four, counting the unconscious nurse) of them stepped inside the cubic teleportation chamber, and as the dematerializing rays began gathering all around them, McGuire turned to Akrn and asked:
- Well, you heard our girlie talk. What about you?
- Her name is Sigurbelle; she's on the planet surface now. If due to your interference something happens to her down below...
The rays were wrapping fast, but just a moment before they were reduced to scrambled molecules, Bren was able to hear the end of Akrn's sentence:
- ...I'll erase your ass, 'sir'.

==End Post==

[===Post 16===]

===Post 16===

- All this is useless. - John sighed. - She won't let us do anything. SHODAN is a too far sophisticated creature that can possess whatever the hell she wants.
Just as he said that, a flashing line appeared across one of the monitors: 'NO SHIT, MEAT PUPPET'.
John rolled his eyes and smirked pathetically.
- Told you!
- What can we do then? - asked the crew member while trying to keep Akrn as sane as possible, given the overload damage. - I won't risk engaging the medical equipment if it can control it remotely.
- You'll have to shut down the terraformation laser. - John replied instantly.
- What?!
- You see, SHODAN is bad, but she's not a network. Without the laser, there'll just be no point for her to be here. Either that, or someone should be transported to another mothership and attempt contacting the GFs on the ground.
- No, it'll take too much time. - said the medic.
Suddenly, a visible shock rolled across the floor. Red alarms flashed for a brief minute below the ceiling, as another random crew member punched some keys at his terminal.
- They're firing the laser! It's been set to twice the required power - is it trying to pierce the planet from pole to pole?!
- F'k! - John screamed and ran away from the engineering room. Once in the corridor, he noticed Bay talking to several other nurses. Walking as fast as he could, given the outcome of his concussion, John approached them.

- Listen, Bay, I need to know where're you keeping my power armor. Also, can you show me where the central engineering is?
Startled, Bayonetta looked at John and said:
- Are you kidding? You can barely walk!
- I know, I know, but something needs to be done here to save the Guardian Fighters below. See that guy in the local engineering? He's dying, and we cannot fix him unless we obtain some vital info from the men below. And it would be really kickass if we'll manage to pick them up, too.
- I understand... - said the nurse. - Your power armor should be getting fixed in the Armoury over there, and to get to the engineering central, I'd advise you to use the teleport pads.
- Thanks, lady. - John smiled awkwardly. - No, save the cheesy goodbyes for later.
Leaving Bay and three other nurses staring at him, John headed towards the Armoury sign above one of the many doors scattered around the gigantic corridor.

Ah, this feeling of being empowered again. The technicians did one hell of a maintenance job, so John felt a little bad about shouting at them and demanding his gear back. Oh well, a round of beers at the nearest bar is the best apology among the spacemen. When the last power lock was in place, and only John's head was unprotected at that moment. Suddenly, a metallic sound was heard from the door. John looked back and saw a limping, beat up Guardian that was lying on the construction slab mere moments ago.
- You're John Targa, right? The John Targa? - the Guardian said in a painful voice.
- Yep, supposed to be. Why the hell are you walking around here? You look even more busted than I am.
- I am a useless piece of junk without Terry's blueprints anyway. We, the Guardians, were not trained to be useless.
- Okay, pal, save your pathos for later. - John waved his hand, and at the same precise moment, a radio announcer spoke from above:
- Terraformation systems offline. Warning: A breach in the firing mechanism. Unidentified carbon units aboard.
Akrn and John looked at each other.
- Alright, I'll need you. - said the latter, and they ran off to the nearest teleporter.

==End Post==

For those who're curious, the movie that John was referring to in Post 13 is called Moon 44: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0097910/ And yeah, it stars Michael Pare. And yeah, it has a similar plot to what's currently going on here (but I'm not ripping it off, I swear by God). And yeah, it's a good decent little sci-fi flick!

The poll definitely needs more options... I don't listen to it, but does this make it bad for me? Crusader and Tyrian OSTs spin more often in my player, anyway.

That just demolished my own plans again , my original idea  was to have Terry and Akrn carry John back to Naju Central base and have John answer some "questions" about what happened in the earlier posts.

Well, you can still do that. What about John stumbling upon Akrn and Terry while wandering the Compile, so they can have a proper chitcht now?

basically the general idea is going  to be this (may change); [...].

Uh, well, we're not forced to use linear storytelling, are we?  I think, the 'meanwhile' schema will do just fine! 

[==Post 13==]

==Post 13==

The first thing John saw after opening his eyes was the cleavage. Then, the glasses. Finally, the white coat. Still trying his best to collect his jumbled mind, he was able to conclude that this was a nurse.
- Great, you woke up! - she said in delight. John attempted lifting his arm to wipe the annoying sweat from his forehead. The limb was barely moveable, but after several tries he kind of succeeded in this.
Judging from the interior and the uniform on a girl next to his bed, he was at the sickbay. However, there was no indication on which mothership it exactly was - the one hovering above that savage battle with aliens, or maybe even some vessel cruising at the opposite side of the planet. Hell, it could be USS Enterprise, for all he cared.
- Hello, lady. Can you please tell me what ship is this?
- You are onboard USS Compile, property of the Terran Colonization & Terraforming Research. - replied the nurse while filling in something on her PDA. - How do we feel?
- Ack, stop it. - John waved with another arm. - You were forced to rebuild my whole body from the flesh molecules and metallic junk, am I right?
- I am not sure what do you mean. - the woman scratched her cheek. - When you were transported here, your organics were mostly intact, but the cybernetic interface got it worst. We have replaced it with identical model, and that's pretty much it. However, you were suffering from some kind of heavy concussion, even heavier than it is expected to be received in combat.
- What do you know about combat? - John grinned sarcastically. His stomach was annoyingly aching, and the legs seemed more phantom than present.
- You are right, I do not really. However, I can surely tell that it looked like someone had hacked your cyber interface and was messing with your brain connectors.
- My WHAT?! - John looked away from the medical cutie. - So this f'n thing has finally got me. Oh joy.
- Can you please specify your name? - she replied. - You don't want to be John Doe while still alive, do you?
- Michael Pare. No, I'm fooling around. The name's John Targa.
- Thank you... - the woman made few more taps on her PDA screen and hid the device in the lab coat's pocket. - Why exactly Michael Pare, though?
John smiled and slowly sat up on the pillow. Thankfully, he was able to sense his legs again.
- He starred in that movie with a premise similar to our disaster here. A mining colony, some megacorporations, helicopters on the moon - just like the Guardians. Good stuff.
- I see... - she smiled warmly. - Anything else I can do for you? Will you be able to walk?
- I'll try, yeah, but in case of emergency, I'll find you, kindness. - John got his both arms flexed and started crawling out of the hospital bed. - Oh, and what's your name?
- It's Bayonetta, but you can call me Bay... Michael!
- As in Michael Bay? I get it. - they both laughed as John finally stood up.

* * *

Wandering across the vessel, John was looking for a free terminal to check a few things. It was not the same ship as was hovering above the demolished construction ground, so he needed to check the status of Terry and his teammates that could be likely dead at the moment.
His worst nightmare, however, occupied the majority of thoughts. SHODAN, an advanced computer AI that John was oh so unlucky to confront in the past, was back from the dead. She couldn't kill him when he was a sentry at the Citadel Station who mowed down a huge percentage of personnel turned to zombies thanks to this digital bitch taking control of the medical equipment. [ System Shock 2 spoiler, don't read if you haven't beaten it! ] He was the last survivor of USS Von Braun after SHODAN returned from oblivion to make it the proving grounds for her genetic aberrations. [ Spoiler end ] For some sick and twisted reason he, John Targa, was again picked to be SHODAN's torture toy. Of course she was the one who took control of the terraforming laser and dug a hole in the ground deep enough to unleash the alien bastards. But who exactly were the aliens? How did she know about them anyway? How will this encounter between John and her end? He was looking for answers... and survivors. The jam was getting tighter every hour.

Well, Post 11 described the events taking place at the same time as Post 10's ending. I just assume that John, Akrn and Terry were not necessarily at the same exact location. So it was like 'Terry shielded Akrn -> Akrn looked at John -> John got blasted by the Clawbot'. Seems coherent enough to me. 

Man, where is Donloteion and why nobody else signed up yet...

[==Post 11==As someone gets his arse handed to him]

==Post 11==
As someone gets his arse handed to him

John stomach was hurting like a bitch, but he was still able to fire at the unidentified robotic monster. Thanks to the shellshock, majority of his shots were meters off. The Guardians were more focused on the target, thankfully, as several bursts have managed to rip some shiny metallic shreds from its body. But the robot was still functional, spewing deadly rays from between its robotic claws. After some of them missing the GFs due to some supernatural kind of luck, it was again John's turn to be a sitting duck. Another laser blow torn away the shoulder pad and metallic sleeve of his power armor, leaving ugly smoking scratches on the mercenary's skin.
- Ahhhh, Jesus it hurts! - screaming, John collapsed to the ground. Before he lost all consciousness, he heard an arrogant female voice in his head, probably coming from the communication link:
- I guess that's enough for now, meat puppet. But I'm not finished toying with you, hahahaha...
- You computer whore, go to Hell... - John squeezed these words from between his snapping teeth and fell unconscious.

=== End Post 11 ===

That was WAY too quick @_@; oh well, no matterl I'll think of somthing

Haha, yeah; I've even referenced this quickness within John's dialogue (the 'any violence' part).

What about Donloteion though? He looks like the forgotten one at the moment.

Yeah, I'm too thinking of holding it all off for a bit, just so he can jump in. Would be interesting indeed to see how he's gonna trade his initial dark fantasy setting for space sci-fi... 

After several minutes of fighting off the aliens, the ammo in John's gun got depleted rather quickly.
- Ah, crap! - John growled and threw away his useless weapon. - I guess, this bitch was getting bored without any violence going on around here!
- Who are you talking about?! - Terry dodged another incoming blast and tried to outscream the laser fire racketing all around.
- Later!
John reached behind his back and grabbed the Fireball launcher. At the same exact moment, one of the squares rapidly flew just towards him and delivered an energy blow to John's torso. Swearing like a tailor, the Space Hunter fired at the enemy, causing it to fall apart, as well as the unfortunate ones who happened to be crossing the line of fire.
- Will those a-holes ever end?! - asked someone loudly.
At the same precise moment, a massive metallic creature sprung out of the crater. It was shaped like a pair of giant robotic claws attached to the metal mount with something that seemed to be missile launchers on its sides. As they fired at John and the Guardians, it was now clear that the creature was indeed armed with explosive projectiles.
- Everyone, take cover! - John swiftly jumped away from the first in the series of explosions and launched another fireball towards the creature. - Damn it SHODAN, why can't you just die?!

While Bradley was retelling the whole incident to Terry, John took a look around. The presumed city, currently a small camp, consisted mostly of supply crate stashes, a mobile hospital and several tents with scientists inside. One such tent in particular caught his attention, as it was the only one to have a giant antenna rising towards the Naju sky.
Placing the S-gun to a back holster, John walked towards the comm center. One of the civilians was him approaching and rose up.
- Sir!
- Let's skip this part, I'm not a military official anyway. Have you notified the mothership about the alien encounter?
- Not yet; looks like the communication line has been jammed. We're trying to fix it, but no luck so far.
- I want to take a look. - said John and stepped towards the portable communication mainframe that standing on the ground. It had five screens serving multiple purposes, but right now, they were showing the same pattern of white noise, only colored in green. John felt a bead of sweat rolling across his forehead. He knew what cut off the mothership connection - or, more accurately, who.
- Was the channel compromised at the same time as the alien attack?
- According to the system logs, it was slightly before. Here. - answered the scientist and called the logs on his PDA screen.
John's eyes scanned through the boring lines of text and system variables until he saw something very familiar.
- I'll be damned...

John ran out of the comm tent towards Bradley and the gathering Guardians.
- Terry!!! You will not believe who did this all and woke the aliens.
- What's the matter? - asked Bradley.
- You're not supposed to know her, but we Space Hunters and the Guardian Fighters sure do have this person in our most wanted lists. Well, technically, it's not a living person.
- You don't mean..? - Terry slowly raised his head to see the presumable coordinates of the mothership hovering above Naju.
Just at the same time, the clouds became torn to shreds, as a powerful beam fell from the sky right onto the camp, instantly vaporizing most of the buildings and inhabitants.
John and the Guardians were caught by the shockwave and thrown away. Moments later, the terraforming beam has disappeared, leaving a massive smoke cloud where the village previously was. None of the mercs were harmed, but the whole scientific team, including Bradley, was now dead.
- Son of a... - John was almost speechless. - Why?!
Just as he shouted this, a large amount of floating square shapes rose from the gigantic hole in the ground. Targeting John and the Guardians, they started floating slowly towards them, spitting energy balls.

When there were seemingly no hostile aliens in sight, John turned on the coolant in his power armor and walked towards the crowd of scared workers. Upon approach, he was greeted by a presumed leader.
- Are you the superior here? - asked John.
- Yes, my name is Bradley. Thanky very much for help, mister...
- ...Targa. The name's John Targa. Space Hunters merc, class D. I am assigned to bodyguarding you here. Did you suffer any casualties?
Bradley turned his head to the medics escorting several unconscious bodies to a nearby mobile hospital.
- Not really, Mr Targa. We have five injured, but not fatally.
- Good. How did you stumble upon... these? And what were these things anyway?
- Well, first it appeared that something's got wrong with the terraforming laser, and it has created a tunnel. We decided to dig it up, and once we did, there was this weird square door. It has opened, and then they flew out and started firing at us.
- Hmmm... - John thought for a second, deciding on what to advise. - Have a quarantine barrier deployed around the dig and never ever let anyone in without my notice. I'm paid for being responsible for your lives.
- Yes, Mr Targa, I understand - Bradley nodded and suddenly pointed somewhere behind John's back. - Hey, and what's that?
John turned around and saw a winged silhouette speeding towards the city borderline. It was pretty hard to see it behind the cloud of sand and steam, but he was pretty sure it wasn't a threat.
- Looks like another merc at our service. Or it must be one of the Guardian Fighters - I heard that some were assigned to this operation as well.

[EinhanderZwei]

So I'll hand it all over to EinhanderZwei to make his BIG entry (or anyone else that wants to join, of course)

Hah, that's what I just did! 

Hovering above the surface of Naju was one of the terraformation cruisers. With a cup of coffee in his hand, John was standing near the illuminator, watching as the powerful rays of light being cast from the vessel were causing all kinds of seismic mutations below. This particular area was supposed to be filled with breathable air in few hours, thanks to the advanced orbital tools used by the United Space Federation government.
John Targa was a Space Hunter - one of the rogue mercenaries crusing the stellar infinity in search for any cries for help or easy cash. This particular assignment seemed to lean towards the latter, as his only order was to observe and report in case of extreme conditions. There were not supposed to be any, as no hostile fractions (such as the Pfhor or Space Pirates) were sighted across the whole Naju star system.
Suddenly, a beeping sound penetrated his earshells. John's neural interface has captured an instant message.
- Hi there, cowboy! - he sure recognized this feminine, yet a bit cold-hearted voice. That was Samus Aran, the ballsiest bimbo from this side of the Universe. - Wasn't expecting to see you here, just standing still with your arsenal holstered!
- Neither was I expecting you, honey. - John grinned, - Are you in this, too?
- Nah, I was just flying by to Na Pail. Ever heard of it?
- You mean this huge archaeological paradise filled with prehistoric villages, sky temples and those Skaarj bastards? Nope, never heard of it.
Samus's laughter filled the comm channel.
- Haha, that was a good one. Anyhoo, hope we'll meet again soon. Love ya!
- Love ya, - John drank a little from the cup. The coffee was cold as hell, but he liked it even more this way.
Samus was a legend. A mere month ago she travelled to the planet of Zebes and stopped the Space Pirates from producing a new kind of weapon of mass destruction, known as Metroids. These creatures were able to suck out all lifeforce from a victim in seconds, and when exposed to radiation, they mutiplied. Considering how much of Solar radiation was floating in outer space at any given moment of time, this made the Metroids even more horrifying.
John, on the other hands, wasn't that high in the global Hunter rankings. He wasn't an especially powerful fighter, as well - it was all about his endurance and pure luck. He, too, had his moment of glory, when he was among the Turrican assault suit fighters that were storming the Machine's hideout on Katakis. It was a horrible slaughter that cost so many soldiers their lives. However, thanks to John's suicidal lunacy, the Machine's defenses were successfully breached, allowing Commander Bren McGuire and his elites to put this Giger-esque nightmare to an end.
All these flashbacks were interrupted by the annoying sound of red alert. John turned from the window and saw both the guards and scentists running back and forth the observation room's corridor, some of them being armed with plasma rifles.
John rushed to a nearby random guard and asked:
- What's going on? Why's all this panic?
- The team below! - said the guard. - Looks like they've stumbled upon the hostiles.
- They WHAT?! - John scratched his head while watching that guard sprinting away to a nearby planetary shuttle. - Awww shit...

* * *

When the docking locks were released, EinhanderZwei rushed out of the launch tunnel towards the planet. John flipped several switches to channel all available power to the afterburner system, thus disengaging the gunpod manipulators and disarming himself. It didn't matter right now anyway, as speed was essential.
After breaking through the orbit, EinhanderZwei zoomed across the surface to the alarm source, as it was broadcasted on the shuttles' maps via mothership's comm center.
- Oh my... - sighed John, as he noticed a smoke pillar rising at the horizon. The closer his gunship flew, the louder were the laser blasts and terrified screams somewhere ahead. Must be something really bad attacking the villagers. The civilian casualties can be tremendous in this case, as John was aware that their armament was supposed to be ridiculously weak.
John's gunship has finally reached the destination and quickly hard landed on a plateau made of alien matter. As the cockpit has opened, John jumped out, already carrying his S-gun. Before his eyes was a burning village with its inhabitants shooting at something John has never seen before. The attackers looked like some kind of geometrical shapes spewing energy balls at their targets. A couple of S-gun bursts made the two most unfortunate enemies to break into shards.
- Eat some Contra, you fu..! - John's glorious entry line was interrupted by a close-range blast. He tripped over a crack in the ground and fell on his back. While he was attempting to stand up under heavy fire, one of the geometrical enemies flew towards him without firing. At the same exact moment, John heard a strange voice in his head, which presumable belonged to the creature.
- We know that you are not with these people, soldier. Get away from here. That is not your war.
- I am a Space Hunter, a peace keeper. - John replied and raised his weapon. - So every war is mine, bitch!
With this shout, he squeezed the trigger.

[[ to be continued ]]

[Name:]

I'm in! I guess, if we're talking space pirates here, the space mercs will do, too 

Name: John 'Redeye' Targa

Age: ~30-35

Gender: Male

Personality: Seemingly, a brute and unsophisticated guy who always prefers smashing the doors over lockpicking and plays only as the Barbarian or Paladin in D&D (though being intelligent enough to pick AD&D v2 of all systems). Has a good military tactics knowledge and is an above average weapons expert. He may behave dumb from time to time, but is very loyal to his comrades and has a Code Of Honor of sorts.

Inspired by: Bill Rizer (Contra), Bren McGuire (Turrican), WarHammer 40K, Todd (P. W. Anderson's Soldier)

Physical Appearance: Almost 2 meters high, short buzzcut black hair, red eyes, athletic but somewhat obese physique (those Space Burgers between missions don't do much good). Has cybernetic implants in his eyes and back, resulting in better communication and feedback with the power armors and EinhanderZwei's onboard AI. The cons of his physical abilities are obvious - he's too bulky for narrow spots and fragile surfaces, especially with any kind of power armor on.

Bio: Born on Earth as one of the Adam Project subjects. Once served in the Turrican Assault Suit Unit under the command of legendary Bren McGuire, under the 'Redeye' callsign. After the unit was dismissed after the final victory over The Machine, went mercenary. Has some serious hots for Samus Aran and expresses this in constantly inviting her to a cup of Space Coffee and/or challenging her to pissing contests of whoever's last mission was harder, whenever they meet at the same Space Hunters station. Pilots a small one-man gunship called EinhanderZwei (can be translated as 'One-Handed [Sword] Mk. II') - his replacement for the TGL fighter transformation. Currently assigned to mining and terraforming supervision of the planet Naju.

Hi John! Welcome to the forums! 

Gotta love your sig, by the way - here's a Flash game for the occasion: http://www.nintendoplayer.com/site-updates/i-am-error-the-flash-game/