The origins of the Proxies...

[EazyCheeze]

Not many people know this, but those sentient, homicidal bouncing weapons known as Proxies started out as something much simpler and more innocent...

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PART I: The Awakening

The year was 2105, and many young FaceBalls had gathered in curiosity at this new, massive building built by the humans... FaceBalls were small, yellow, round ball-shaped animals with simple dots for eyes and a curved line for a mouth. Their method of locomotion was levitation. They could speak, but all they said to each other was along the lines of, "Boy, ain't life great!" and "Wonder what those humans are up to now?" Today it was more the latter kind of inquiry, as the tiny animals looked up at the building.

"Must be a factory of some kind. I've seen humans working there all day," said one, a rather beaten-up-looking specimen who had been everywhere in the world, or so he claimed.

"Wonder what they're making?" inquired a younger, innocent-looking FaceBall.

Suddenly they heard soft laughter. The FaceBalls turned to see a man looking at them. They huddled together, freaked out -- most of them had never seen a human close up, and none liked the vaguely malicious chuckle they had just heard.

"Hello, my friends," the man said. "I represent the ChaoticDreams Corporation. You are the latest indigenous species to have the... misfortune... of having their native habitat supplanted by us. You will assist us in the manufacture of our new range of weaponry. You see, we have been watching your species for quite some time. And we know there are very few of you left. So, in trade for your... assistance... we give you the assurance that FaceBalls will live again throughout the galaxy."

"So you wanna pick our brains, huh?" the grizzled FaceBall grunted. "Well, I'll admit, we are master strategists..."

"Precisely! You in particular, Number One. That's what I'll call you from now on. You seem to have the highest intelligence of all of you... You will be the intellectual backbone of our industry here."

"What d'ya mean?"

"Well, Number One, we have been working on a special mobility device specifically for your species. It will harness your natural levitational power into a much higher and controlled hop. This will doubtless quicken your movements... and expediate the demise of your enemies."

"WAIT A MINUTE! How do you know all this about us? And what do you mean, enemies? We have no enemies!"

"Not, yet, Number One... but the time will come when you will need these devices to survive... and you will also need this." The man produced a syringe, filled with a yellow liquid. "Pure, unbridled fury and malice, distilled into a liquid form. The essence of your species' existence, buried under a code of false ethics for over a thousand years. Yes, my friends; this is the gene that had been bred out of you those many years ago, by never having any combat or adversaries. This is the reason that your species is almost extinct; there are no more than a dozen of your kind in the galaxy, and I'm looking at all of them. I'm giving you the opportunity to breed again, to always have something to do; and all I ask is your cooperation in our endeavor."

With that, he gazed, almost imploringly, at Number One; he looked around, somewhat nervously. "Erm.... well, shall I take the shot, boys?" he offered to his friends.

"You know more about humans than we do! But remember, we won't last forever, like the man said. We need to breed!"

Number One steeled himself, then flew into the man's grasp. Instantly, the man inserted the syringe just under Number One's 'skin'... and pushed the plunger in. When almost a quarter of the liquid was gone, he withdrew the needle and placed Number One on the ground.

Number One suddenly felt very strange, a very welcoming feeling... he saw everything in a red haze, and he had the most incredibly furious feeling welling up in his little guts...

"Well, Number One? How do you feel?"

Number One was shaking with fury, his skin pulsing an even deeper shade of yellow...

"C-c-c-come get some!" he bellowed, and charged at his fellows, who scattered, looking bewildered.

"What's gotten into you?" screamed one of them.

"The genes he has been missing for over a millenium. His primal urges and instincts have come back. Now we must give him an outlet for these urges..."

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PART II: The Sacrifice

A few hours later, the FaceBalls found themselves in a large, sterile room with the Doctor from ChaoticDreams and two of his researchers. They had rigged up Number One in a metallic-looking suit, with a repulsor pad on the bottom.

"Feels kinda heavy, but I wanna KILL in it!" the very happy FaceBall squealed.

"First things first, my friend. Test out your hopping..."

The FaceBall hopped, about ten feet in the air. The Doctor applauded.

"Splendid, splendid! Now... comes the real test." He pushed a button on his console, and a robotic dummy came out.

"I must warn you, Number One, FaceBalls... this test is very likely to be fatal to you, as this is the point of our exercise, to use your natural hopping abilities in conjunction with our potent explosives. There will be no pain; you will pass instantly. But know this: your sacrifice, and those of your kin, will serve to entertain legions of tournament fans throughout the galaxy!"

At this, the FaceBalls unaffected by their unawakened genes were shocked, and hopped madly up and down.

"YOU'RE INSANE! USING SUCH INNOCENT CREATURES FOR YOUR OWN GAIN! WE'RE LEAVING!"

At this they turned to hop out of the factory, but the two researchers started opening up with their new Gene-Dart guns. All of them were hit, and the potent gene was reintroduced into their systems. Almost instantly, the FaceBalls were hopping mad, but this time wishing for blood, not to leave.

"After this test, my friends," said the Doctor, shouting to be heard over such squealing, "we shall place you in special cloning vats that will multiply your species! There will be hundreds of you within the hour, thousands within the day; millions within the week! You will be the greatest new sensation of the Chaos Evolution Tournaments!" He raised a small remote control and pointed it at Number One, still hopping around in his explosive harness. "GO!" Instantly Number One turned toward the robotic dummy and hopped to his doom. A small blast, a loud report and silence fell... despite the incredible adrenaline rush these FaceBalls were experiencing, they were shocked at the sacrifice of their leader. But then the hopping restarted, and they were all raring to go...

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PART III: The Name

"Richardson, this is the most amazing thing you've come up with! You will be sure to be recognized by the Federation now!"

"Yes, yes, but what shall I call these beasts? I can't well just keep calling them FaceBalls; that's a rather stupid name for a weapon... How about Richardson's Proximity Devices?"

"Oh don't be so egotistical, man! Think what the people want! Short, sweet names, easily identifiable..."

"Oh, all right! How about... Proxy Devices?"

"How about Proxies?"

Richardson mulled this over...

"I like it! It has a nice ring to it!"

And so the Proxies were born, bringing with them a legacy of very cute, homicidal smiley balls who want to kill everything they see.

BANZAI!

[Zachariah]

RoFL. I think it should be under the weapon description in the weapon select screen . . .

[|GoD|Plaguelord|LDR|]

This is one of the best stories I've read since R.Flagg's story of how Chaos and vCTF were meant to be. Also this had to be without a doubt the funnest story on here... gr8 job EazyCheeze

[Shadowstar]

Cool

[TKATK]

Cool

Sweet

[HardObject]

Nice story, good read

[Kaboodles]

[TKATK]

now make a origin of needeer

"there was a race called needleball"

[Deathstorm]

[Brandon]

Hmmm, that was such a great story, good job man.

[EazyCheeze]

Man, such love. Thanks guys!

[Ull]

that was GREAT. OMG you are soo elite!!.
pepito is right it should be in the description

[TKATK]

to the descriptions

but afaik you can only add to weapons,not ammo types