Neuron Nemesis Evanjulyon Part 2

== ANNOUNCEMENT ==
This is NNJ Radio, calling in with a shoutout to our listener Z.Z. Wait, no, not a shoutout. What's that thing where you make fun of idiots live on air? Morning Zoo? But it's late at night, whatever.
You think you're very clever don't you? Siding with the washed up old hag in the satellite; trying to prop up a society too sick to survive? Go on, ask her why she's helping you. We at NNJ would love to see more comedy brought into this world of sociopaths and sycophants.
This is NNJ, signing off to tell you, the tower is being built. We will prevail, against your hope with our truth, against your complicity with our destruction. And believe me, all of you'd rather us win than who we're hijacking this broadcast from, let me tell you...
== -:YELLA KID:- ==
[This entity in this cartoon city does not speak. The messages on their shirt shift with propaganda of this mysterious NNJ network they've been talking about. They seem to be harassing someone with waves of sensory overwhelming yellow. Time to do something about it Z.Z.]
== -:A BATTLE?:- ==
Huzzah fellow travellers! Looks like you just got out of a jam! And that's what I'm here to do, help, not combat! So please, put down your weapons-slash-scary-ghost-king-man, I'm allergic to pain! 
I'm a merchant, who is totally and completely up-front and non-duplicitoctopus and definitely not a cameo from another thing using a puppet as a proxy means of selling my nonsense, that would be silly, who even said that?!
On me, as a freebee, just take this package of creepy moe-moe mask, Unauthorized Magical Girl Outfit For Fighting Evil By Moonlight and Yaoi Paddle! We have so many of these we can't give them away! But we are! To gain viewer loyalty and get rid this cra-I mean for the children, of course, can't forget those children!
Medkits are 20 bucks though. What, you think this is a charity?! No, no, we just do that for tax evasion purposes. So pony up bucko, and maybe I'll have more stuff in the future!
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== -:AN INTERLUDE:- ==
-Thanks, that was close. 
-You alright?
-Could you keep your voice down? I have a thing with sensory stuff. It's so bright and so loud here, I wish I hadn't gone in at all. Not like there was much back there anyway, god I wish I could get out of here but I know I gotta go on...
-Well, we're in the same boat. Doesn't help that moon lady told me to go here for something, but I'll be fucked if I can figure out what it was.
-You too? She said I'd find something over here, but...
-Hey, maybe I could help? My name's Z.Z., she said I got business here too & you're good in a fight...
-Sure. Call me N.P.
== -:MR. HATE:- ==
I'm not mean, I swear! I'm just a sweet little boy who hates hippies like YOU! 
I have nothing to do with the wonderful, all-powerful Cartoon King! But, huh, if you don't respect his AUTHORITAH, I guess I gotta kill you before he does. Maybe then he'll like me and want to be friends with me and help me crush the losers who won't let me do what I want!
Don't blame me! I'm just a funny cartoon man! I'm not doing what he told me to! Honest! Would this sweet little boy lie to you? HEY! DON'T LOOK BEHIND THAT CURTAIN!
== -:CARTOON SHADOW:- ==
And 
Now 
Boys 
And 
Girls 
It Time For The Cartoon, 
But Don't Forget It Keeps Happening!
== -:COILY THE SPRING SPRITE:- ==
So, you wanna beat the Cartoon King, do ya? Well, 'taint no difference to me, I couldn't give too hoots about 'em! Too many other things t' worry about!
But, you look like peoples who don't know the values of a good spring, the true power of the sing of a spring. So I'll fight ya anyway, object lesson and all that! Who knows, maybe I might help yas, noooooooo springs attached!
Ga-hee-hee-hee-hee!
== -:RICTUS FOXY:- ==
SMILE, DARN YA, SMILE! 
TO DENY THE THING HERE 
RIGHT BEFORE YOUR EYES!
== -:PINCUSHION MAN:- ==
I'M THE OLD PINCUSHION MAN, 
A PUNK WHO'S SURE IN DEMAND, 
LET ME DEFLATE YOUR EXPECTATIONS, 
WITH MY EXPERT PENETRATIONS! 
HAW HAW HAW!
SO, WHO HERE'S ON PINS AND NEEDLES AFRAID OF LIL OL' ME?! THE BOSS JUST WANTS US TO HAVE A "TALK"...
== -:BOSS BATTLE:- -:CARTOON KING VICIOUS K!:- ==
YOU FUCKERS! YOU HIPPIES! YOU [Slur Redacted]! YOU EEEEEEEDIOTS! THE ONE TIME I HAD TOTAL CONTROL, THE ONE TIME I HAD A WORLD UNDER MY THUMB, MY REAL; WILD CARTOON KINGDOM WHERE I COULD DO WHAT I WANT WITHOUT THE HIPPIES AND THE [Slur Redacted]S, AND YOU CAME HERE TO FUCK IT ALL UP!
WHO GIVES A SHIT ABOUT YOUR BULLSHIT CHEAP-TRICK PATHOS, YOUR WHINING IN YOUR DISGUSTING, WRETCHED VOICES?! WHO GIVES A SHIT! IT'S DOG EAT DOG, AND YOU'RE NOT EVEN A CAT TURD! BUT YOU SURE ARE SWORD SWALLOWERS KIDDOS!
I HAD A VISION! MY FATHER TOLD ME, THEY'RE OUT TO GET ME, HE TOLD ME, IT'S TIME FOR ME TO LEARN TO KILL! LET ME LIBERATE YOU FROM YOUR WORLD OF BLAND; SENTIMENTAL CLICHES WITH SOME GOOD OLD FASHIONED MANLY CARTOON VIOLENCE!
CAUSE HERE'S HOW IT'S GONNA GO: 'I'M GONNA HIT YA! AND YOU'RE GONNA FALL DOWN! CAUSE NO SIR, I DON'T LIKE YA!
== -:CIPCACTLI:-/-:PLAYER 2:- ==
You know, it's funny, I used to look up to you. Stuck, isolated, light and sound a world of pain, you used to be who what I wanted to be as an artist. But you're such a pathetic monster, so small. You never cared about other people when you were creating, you just cared about yourself.
And, in my world of darkness, I woke up. With teeth, and scales, and the memory of being trampled like you. But you wanted to make a world where you could trample over everyone else. That's not my world, and I won't let people like you step on everyone else ever again! 
I AM THE MONSTER. I AM THE TEETH THAT GNAW FROM THE FALLEN!
-N.P. to Vicious K.
== -:THE MAAM IN THE MOON:- ==
I see Player Two has entered the ring. Excellent. 
It may fit to give my name. I am the Ma'am in The Moon, the sprit of hope in mystery. Excuse me for the cryptic nature of my proclaimations, I am a liminal figure, and I cannot help myself.
One of the Big Four has fallen, but three remain. A conspiracist who is a conspirator with mania, a tick on the body of the collective mind, a clawed hand draging them down to lick the boots of the filth. They are anchors of the apocalypse unawares, dragging themselves into our world and with it the world down.
So, go. Find them, find the other players. The broken, the beaten and the damned are those who will save this world, and you are the song that serves as tribute to the truth...
== -:DOCTOR WORMWOOD:- ==
I'm not a real doctor, but I am a real Wormwood! 
The sickness is society, the cure is death, you won't feel a thing when you're not moving!
Now let me stick my poison d-d-d-deeper!
== -:A BOOTLICKER STAMPING ITS HUMANLIKE FACE FOREVER:- ==
Hueh hueh hueh! I 
[OW]
am sure to 
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get that promotion 
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once I beat you guys 
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== ANOTHER ANNOUNCEMENT?! ==
This is NNJ, saying, cartoons sure aren't like they used to be, aren't they? They used to be organized, even in their stillborn iniquity, a melody of all of the working parts where even the final collapse of madness into some crazy chase was finely tooned.
But now, now it's a barrage of nonsense and sentimentality. Even that idiot with the modernist's eye for structure and the modernist's hate for human life knew that. But, there's three more. 
Every good, modern organization has to have its redundancies, even if it's the last organization there will ever be. They don't know how right they are when they say it's The End Of History. This is NNJ, signing off...
== -:CORDYCEPS SLYPH:- ==
Decontaminate yourself from the chemtrails. 
Breathe out the poison. Breathe out the fumes. 
Breathe out the cancer. Breathe out the brainwashing.
Breathe in the nature. Breathe in the spores. 
Breathe in the movement. Breathe in the climb. 
Breathe in our true state. For only nineteen-ninety-nine...
== -:BLUE BEAMER:- ==
Didn't I tell you? It's only the end of history. 
Our end. His end. 
But it's better on their end, trust me kids. 
I'm just a vapor-wave in the blast-radius of history, 
ended at the low; low price of nineteen ninety-nine...
== -:TOOTHY THE GEARSPRITE:- ==
Heh-heh. I suppose you've met that one relative of mine. Such a ham he is, heh-heh.
People don't like Machine Elves around here. Well, a singular person, but they are the singular person from which things flow around here, so...
Ah. Our business. Heh-heh. I suppose I can help you find a passage of use to yourselves, but first; a test. Strike up some friction perhaps, till the bells toll. Heh-heh. 
So, perhaps you might gear yourself up for combat. Heh-heh...
== -:THE WIZARD OF THE WIRES//GREAT AND TERRIBLE:- -:SEGUNDA PROXY:- ==
What the- Hgdghj- How did they getI 
MEAN, HOW DARE YOU APPROACH THE GREAT WIZARD OF THE WIRES! YOU DARE APPROACH WITHOUT TRIBUTE?!
WAIT, YOU ACTUALLY GOT IT?! I MEAN- I ACCEPT YOUR OFFERING AS A TOKEN OF MY FAVOR. 
I'LL GIVE YOU... SOMETHING. LATER. BUT NOT NOW! SO SHOO! SHOO!
== -:VERY MANLY FROGS:- ==
We're two manly frogs, the peak of manly phisique! 
And we will pump [clap] you up, for just 19.99, right Dave?!
Right Johnny! We're all greased up and ready to go for a fight! Cuz Saturday Night's alright for fighting!
...But it's Friday Night Dave. And this ain't grease, it's all-American mucous!
Right! And that's why I love ya Johnny!
I love ya too Dave!  Now let's get to fightin!
== -:BOSS BATTLE:- -:TURBO PALEOLIBERTY POWERMAN:- ==
I SEE YOU ENEMY! ENEMY! ENEMY! I KNOW YOU'RE HERE TO TAKE ME AWAY, BUT I'M ANIMATED! I'M REAL! I'M COMING IN YOUR EARS! THE GLOBALISTS ARE TURNING EVERYTHING INTO A BIG PILE OF PUS, AND I'M THE ONLY ONE HERE GIVING YOU THE TRUTH ON HOW TO STOP IT, FOR THE LOW LOW TIME OF 1999!
YOU THINK YOU'RE SMART? YOU THINK YOU'RE CLEVER GETTING IN BED WITH THE GOBLINS?! WELL, I'LL SAY SOMETHIN, YOU'RE ! I KNOW I'M AMONGST SATANISTS! I KNOW THEY'RE USING ME FOR THEIR DARK POWERS! DARK POWERS WHICH THEY, STOLE, BUT YOU WANNA KNOW THE REAL TRUTH?!
I KNOW THEY KNOW I'M WATCHING 'EM! AND I KNOW, THEY KNOW, THEY CAN'T KEEP THIS UP FOREVER! THE WHITE IS COMIN BACK AGAINST THE GLOBALISTS, AGAINST THE PARASITES AND THE NELLIES, AND WHEN THEY DO, I'LL STILL BE HERE! AND I'LL BE SHOOTING SUPER MALE VITALITY WHEN THE HANDS OF FATE ARE COMIN' BECAUSE THOSE PEOPLE ARE FRICKIN ANGELS!
AND IF YOU THINK YOU'RE GONNA STOP US, FOR SOME NELLY PENCIL-NECKED SOFT  THEN YOU'RE NOT EVEN FRICKIN HUMAN! SURE AS HELL THAT NNJ WEIRDO ISN'T ANYMORE, AND I KNOW HE'S NOT GONNA TAKE THE TRUTH OF ME! 
CAUSE I LIKE TO FIGHT! I LIKE TO EAT! I LIKE TO FUCK! I LIKE TO KILL! CAUSE I WORSHIP OF THE GODS OF HUMANITY, AND ALL I SEE IS THESE DEMONS! THESE ENEMIES! THESE MONSTERS! YOU DON'T THINK WE'RE ALONE DO YA?! DO YOU THINK THAT ALL OF THIS IS AN ACCIDENT?! THAT ALL OF THIS IS SOME UNPLANNED NIGHTMARE THAT THESE SOY-BOY CUCKLORDS OR THE PIONEERS DON'T KNOW NOTHIN ABOUT?!
CAUSE IF YOU DO, I GOT A BRIDGE TO SELL YOU! TO HELL! MALEVOLENT GODS ARE BETTER THAN NONE! MALEVOLENT GODS ARE BETTER THAN NONE! NOW DIE! DIE FOR THE TRUTH! THE NEXT CASUALTY OF THE INFO WAR, STARTS NOW!
== A SIGNAL EMERGES ==
This is NNJ, with a spotlight on the village idiot, who was only half right, with half a brain. He had an inking of my plans but sided with the true villains. Something was happening, and you didn't know what it was, did you, Mister Jones?
Well, a stopped clock is right twice a day. But, not if it's an apocalypse clock five minutes to midnight. Forever. Well, it's past midnight where we are, at NNJ. And we aim to fix the angle of that clock to go beyond. See what lies further.
For, a clock past its end is better than a clock, forever before midnight, but never going. A minute hand ticking at fifty-nine forever.
This is NNJ reminding you, you can't stop stage one. But we can. We must...
== Author Commentary ==
TBD
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