Dark Chao Role-Playing Game Mission 5: What's Dark-Hawk's Father?
(note:this idea was given to me from the last eppy)
[DH walks by shade]
shade:hey DH,in the last episode why were you about to pronounce your dads name and suddenly stopped?
DH:uhhh..err...I didn't?besides I said my dads name was shadow
random shadow chao:no,shadow is my dad!
DH:errr...right
shade:well who is your real father?
DH:you can't make me tell
shade:i'll rase your rank
DH:nope.
shade:i'll lower your rank!
DH:nyne.
shade:ummm...we'll go to island world?
DH:what is that
shade:riigghhhttt...
shade:tell me now!
DH:no
shade:yes
DH:no
shade:yes
[5 hours later]
DH:no
shade:yes
DH:fine!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!gosh this has gone on long enough! my father is-
[mephiles appears]
meph:DARK HAWK I have come for you!
DH:noooo!! leave me alone!!
meph:BWHAHAHA!
(snatches up DH and teleports outta there)
[dark comes up]
dark:I saw the whole thing
why do you think mephiles took DH?
shade:I don't know but you,me,and devilish are gonna find out
devilish:why do I have to go?
shade: because your substituting for Dark Hawk!
devilish:riiiigghhhttt....
[the chao go to the STR, and see Mephiles beating up you]
MP: And don't you DARE report me for child abuse!
Shade: Stop right there, Mephy!
MP: Wha?
DH: Guys, uh... this isn't what it looks like.
Shade: Why? What does it look like?
DH: ...never mind.
DH: uhh....uhhh...UUHHHH....SPELL: SHINIMOKISO (shin-nim-mock-kiso
[time freezes]
DH: I don't know what to do!Help my father and go against my friends or save my friends and go against my father!?! oh...I don't know what to do!
[ntk appears]
DH: oh hi,foster dad.
ntk: Ive got something to tell you
[shows DH birth certificate]
DH: what?
ntk: its your main birth certificate. as long as I have this I'm your real father.
DH: really?
ntk: yes.
DH: promise?
ntk: *shrugs*sure.promise.
DH: pinky prom--
ntk: yes! yes!
DH: oh sorry.
ntk: its OK and your welcome.
[ntk disappears]
DH:ahh....OSIKOMINISH (osickomen-nesh)
[time starts]
dh:now...attacks mephiles by tackling him
*both get flinged get towards the wall*
shade: we gotta save DH!!
dark: right )starts singing(
dark:
[meph is about to punch DH]
meph: augh!!!! to... much...music...
[DH runs away from meph]
shade: hey DH are you OK?
DH:yeah.I think so.
dark: ummm... uhh. guys! I can't remember the song!!
DH:we better get outta here!!
devilish: hurry! toward the gate!!
[they all run to the gate]
)gate closes before they can get out(
M:(still holding the switch that opens and closes the door)ha ha-ha!!what are you gonna do now son!!?!?!
[Dark looks at Shade, who nods]
[Dark turns and looks at Dark-Hawk, who looks at the ground for a moment, then nods]
Dark: Okay. I will be singing the one song I've wanted to sing for a while!
[Dark whispers something into Shade's ear, and Shade's pupils shrink]
Shade: No, no, no... I think you have a better chance singing.... uh.... what we issued for plan LLDOB.
Dark: Really?
Shade: Really.
Dark: Okey-dokey, guys...... we'll have to work hard for this... just to stay alive!
Devilish: I'm ready when you are.
Dark: Dark-Hawk, can you operate lights ridiculously well?
DH: Yeah, I learned how when hot chao captured me and forced pinapples down my throat.
[the others stare at him]
DH: ...I was kidding.
Dark: Okay. Lemme grab my guitar.....
[Dark grabs his guitar, Devilish drags out a huge multi-purpose piano, and Shade pulls out some drums that he convieniently just learned how to play]
Dark: Guys.... the Lamb song in G minor! A 1, 2, 3, GO!

(Note: Dark's last Genesis song)
(2nd note: In case you didn't realize, they're singing since Mephiles couldn't stand the sound of music)
[Devilish plays a classical piano tune for a minute, then the drums kick in]
All3: And the laaaaaaaaamb..... lies dowwwwwn.... on BROAAAADWAY!
[Dark starts playing simple rock]
Dark: Early morning Manhattan, 
Ocean winds blow on the land. 
The Movie-Palace is now undone, 
The all-night watchmen have had their fun. 
Sleeping cheaply on the midnight show, 
It's the same old ending-time to go. 
Get out! 
It seems they cannot leave their dream. 
There's something moving in the sidewalk steam,
All3: And the laaaaaaaaamb..... lies dowwwwwn.... on BROAAAADWAY!
Dark: Nightime's flyers feel their pains. 
Drugstore takes down the chains. 
Metal motion comes in bursts, 
But the gas station can quench that thirst. 
Suspension cracked on unmade road 
The trucker's eyes read 'Overload' 
And out on the subway, 
Devilish: (robotically)Rael Imperial Aerosol Kid,
Dark: Exits into daylight, spraygun hid,
All3: And the laaaaaaaaamb..... lies dowwwwwn.... on BROAAAADWAY!
[Devilish plays classic piano again, as the guitar stops]
Shade: The lamb seems right out of place, 
Yet the Broadway street sceng finds a focus in its face. 
Somehow it's lying there, 
Brings a stillness to the air. 
Though man-made light, at night is very bright, 
There's no whitewash victim, 
As the neons dim, to the coat of white.
Devilish: (you know how) Rael Imperial Aerosol Kid, 
Dark: Wipes his gun-he's forgotten what he did, 
All3: And the laaaaaaaaamb..... lies dowwwwwn.... on BROAAAADWAY!
[Dark plays the guitar again]
Dark: Suzanne, tired, her work all done, 
Thinks- money-honey-be on-neon. 
Cabman's velvet glove sounds the horn 
And the sawdust king spits out his scorn. 
Wonder women draw your blind! 
Don't look at me! I'm not your kind. 
I'm Rael!!!!! 
Something inside me has just begun, 
Lord knows what I have done, 
All3: And the laaaaaaaaamb..... lies dowwwwwn.... on BROAAAADWAY!
[multi-layered part: all happens at same time
All 3: On Broadway (over and over)
DH: They say the lights are always bright on Broadway. 
They say there's always magic in the air.]
[the song quickly turns into an acoustic, almost sad song]
Devilish: (not robotic) There's something solid forming in the air, 
The wall of death is lowered in Times Square. 
No-one seems to care, 
They carry on as if nothing was there. 
The wind is blowing harder now, 
Blowing dust into my eyes. 
The dust settles on my skin, 
Making a crust I cannot move in 
And I'm hovering like a fly, waiting for the windshield on the freeway.
[quickly, the drums come in, and Dark plays guitar a little more fiercely during the solo]
[at the end of the solo, they turn into some sort of show-tune-ish beat]
Shade: Echoes of the Broadway Everglades, 
With her mythical madonnas still walking in their shades:
Lenny Bruce, declares a truce and plays his other hand. 
Marshall McLuhan, casual viewin', head buried in the sand. 
Sirens on the rooftops wailing, but there's no ship sailing. 
Groucho, with his movies trailing, stands alone with his punchline failing. 
Klu Klux Klan serve hot soul food and the band plays 'In the Mood' 
The cheerleader waves her cyanide wand, there's a smell of 
peach blossom and bitter almonde. 
Caryl Chessman sniffs the air and leads the parade, he know in a scent, 
you can bottle all you made. 
There's Howard Hughes in blue suede shoes, smiling at the majorettes 
smoking Winston Cigarettes. 
And as the song and dance begins, the children play at home 
with needles; needles and pins.
[the song turns to a simple acoustic in a tiny solo, and then Dark plays his acoustic through Devilish's CPU stuff to make it sound a little "underwater"-ish]
DH: Wrapped up in some powdered wool-I guess I'm losing touch. 
Don't tell me I'm dying, 'cos I ain't changed that much. 
The only sound is water drops, I wonder where the hell I am, 
Some kind of jam? 
Cuckoo-Cocoon have I come to, too soon for you? 

There's nothing I can recognise; this is nowhere that I've known. 
[these lyrics are found on http://www.songlyrics.com]
With no sign of life at all, I guess that I'm alone, 
And I feel so secure that I know this can't be real but I feel good. 
Cuckoo-cocoon have I come to, too soon for you?
[flute solo]

I wonder if I'm a prisoner locked up in some Brooklyn jail 
-or some sort of Jonah shut up inside the whale. 
No-I'm still Rael and I'm stuck in some kind of cave, 
what could've saved me? 
Cuckoo-cocoon have I come to, too soon for you?
[another flute solo, followed by a small, low beat]
Shade: There's sunshine in my stomach 
Like I just rocked my baby to sleep. 
There's sunshine in my stomach 
And I can't keep me from creeping sleep, 
Sleep, deep in the deep. 
[the beat becomes faster, as Devilish plays a synthesizer melody to go with it]
Dark: Rockface moves to press my skin 
White liquids turn sour within 
Turn fast-turn sour 
Turn sweat-turn sour. 
Must tell myself that I'm not here. 
I'm drowning in a liquid fear. 
Bottled in a strong compression, 
My distortion shows obsession 
In the caaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaave. 
Get me out of this caaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaave! 
[the melody changes to be more up-beat]
If I keep my self-control, 
I'll be safe in my soul. 
And the childhood belief 
Brings a moment's relief, 
But my cynic soon returns
And the lifeboat burns. 
My spirit just never learns. 
[the melody returns]
Stalactites, stalagmites 
Shut me in, lock me tight. 
Lips are dry, throat is dry. 
Feel like burning, stomach churning, 
I'm dressed up in a white costume 
Padding out leftover room. 
Body stretching, feel the wretching 
In the caaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaage. 
Get me out of this caaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaage! 
[the melody becomes up-beat]
In the glare of a light, 
I see a strange kind of sight; 
Of cages joined to form a star 
Each person can't go very far; 
All tied to their things 
They are netted by their strings, 
Free to flutter in memories of their wasted wings. 
[large synthesizer solo, then Dark plays 4 heavy guitar notes, over and over and over]
Outside the cage I see my Brother John, 
He turns his head so slowly round. 
I cry out help! before he can be gone, 
And he looks at me without a sound. 
[the melody slightly ups]
And I shout 'John please help me!' 
But he does not even want to try to speak. 
I'm helpless in my violent rage 
And a silent tear of blood dribbles down his cheek, 
And I watch him turn away and leave the cage. 
My little runawaaaaaay! 
[little synthesizer solo, which goes back to the normal melody]
In a trap, feel a strap 
Holding still. Pinned for kill. 
Chances narrow that I'll make it, 
In the cushioned straight-jacket. 
Just like 22nd Street, 
When they got me by my neck and feet. 
Pressures building, can't take any more. 
My headaches charge. My earaches roar. 
In the paiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin. 
Get me out of this paiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin! 
[melody up-beat]
If I could change to liquid, 
I could fill the cracks up in the rock. 
But I know that I am solid 
And I am my own bad luck. 
But outside John disappears and my cage dissolves, 
and without any reason my body revolves. 
[melody finishes as all 3 chant:]
Keep on turning, 
Keep on turning, 
Turning around, 
spinning around.
[they stop chanting, and Devilish plays a quick piano solo, then he gives them a steady funk beat]
DH: "The last great adventure left to mankind" 
-Screams a drooping lady 
offering her dreamdolls at less than extortionate prices, 
and as the notes and coins are taken out 
I'm taken in, to the factory floor. 

For the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging
-All ready to use 
the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging 
-just need a fuse. 

Got people stocked in every shade, 
Must be doing well with trade. 
Stamped, addressed, in odd fatality. 
That evens out their personality. 
With profit potential marked by a sign, 
I can recognise some of the production line, 
No bite at all in labour bondage, 
Just wrinkled wrappers or human bandage. 

The Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging 
-All ready to use 
It's the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging 
-just need a fuse. 

The hall runs like clockwork 
Their hands mark out the time, 
Empty in their fullness 
Like a frozen pantomime. 
[these lyrics are found on http://www.songlyrics.com]
Everyone's a sales representative 
Wearing slogans in their shrine. 
Dishing out failsafe superlative, 
Brothere John is No. 9. 

For the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging 
-All ready to use 
It's the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging 
-just need a fuse. 

The decor on the ceiling 
has planned out their future day 
I see no sign of free will, 
so I guess I'll have to pay, 
pay my way, 
for the Grand Parade. 
for the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging 
-All ready to use 
the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging 
-just need a fuse.
[they quiet down as Devilish plays another steady beat]
Devilish: I see faces and traces of home.... BACK IN NEW YORK CITY!
[Devilish plays a heavy techno beat]
Devilish: So you think I'm a tough kid? Is that what you heard? 
Well I like to see some action and it gets into my blood. 
The call me the trail blazer-Rael-electric razor. 
I'm the pitcher in the chain gang, we don't believe in pain 
'cos we're only as strong, as the weakesst link in the chain. 
Let me out of Pontiac when I was just seventeen, 
I had to get it out of me, if you know what I mean, what I mean. 

You say I must be crazy, 'cos I don't care who I hit, who I hit!
But I know it's me that's hitting out and I'm not full of (loud piano note). 
I don't care who I hurt, I don't care who I do wrong. 
This is your mess I'm stuck in, I really don't belong. 
When I take out my bottle, filled up high with gasoline, 
You can tell by the night fires where Rael has been, has been. 

As I cuddled the porcupine 
He said I had none to blame, but me. 
Held my heart, deep in hair, 
Time to shave, shave it off, it off. 
No time for romantic escape, 
When your fluffy heart is ready for (loud piano note). No! 
Off we go. 


You're sitting in your comfort you don't believe I'm real, 
You cannot buy protection from the way that I feel. 
Your progressive hypocrites hand out their trash, 
But it was mine in the first place, so I'll burn it to ash. 
And I've tasted all the strongest meats, 
And laid them down in coloured sheets. 
Who needs illusion of love and affection 
When you're out walking the streets with your mainline connection? connection. 

As I cuddle the porcupine 
He said I had none to blame, but me. 
Held my heart, deep in hair. 
Time to shave, shave it off, it off. 
No time for romantic escape, 
When your fluffy heart is ready for (loud piano note). No!
[they play one short acoustic and soft piano solo, then change to a more peppy beat]
Dark: I'm counting out time, 
Got the whole thing down by numbers. 
All those numbers! 
Give my guidance! 
O Lord I need that now. 

The day of judgement's come, 
And you can bet that I've been resting, 
for this testing, 
Digesting every word the experts say. 
Erogenous zones I love you. 
Without you, what would a poor boy do?

Found a girl I wanted to date, 
Thought I'd better get it straight. 
Went to buy a book before it's too late. 
Don't leave nothing to fate. 
And I have studied every line, every page in the book, 
And now I've got the real thing here, I'm gonna take a look, take a look. 

This is Rael! 

I'm counting out time, hoping it goes like I planned it, 
'cos I understand it. Look! I've found the hotspots, Figs 1-9. 
-still counting out time, got my finger on the button, 
"Don't say nuttin-just lie there still 
And I'll get you turned on just fine." 
Erongenous zones I love you. 
Without you, what would a poor boy do? 

Touch and go with 1-6. 
Bit of trouble in zone No. 7. 
Gotta remember all of my tricks. 
There's heaven ahead in No. 11! 
Getting crucial responses with dialation of the pupils. 
"Honey get hip! It's time to unzip, to unzip. Whipee!" 
-Move over Casanova- 

I'm counting out time, reaction none to happy, 
Please don't slap me, 
I'm a red blooded male and the book said I could not fail. 
I'm counting out time, I got unexpected distress from my mistress, 
I'll get my money back from the bookstore right away. 
Erongenous zones I question you- 
Without you, what would a poor boy do? 
Without you, mankind handkinds thru' the blues.
[then, everything goes quiet as Devilish gives Dark-Hawk a quiet, peaceful melody]
DH: (gospel-y) There is lambswool under my naked feet. 
The wool is soft and warm, 
-gives off some kind of heat. 
A salamander scurries into flame to be destroyed. 
Imaginary creatures are trapped in birth on celluloid. 
The fleas cling to the golden fleece, 
Hoping they'll find peace. 
Each thought and gesture are caught in celluloid. 
There's no hiding in my memory. 
There's no room to void. 

The crawlers cover the floor in the red ochre corridor. 
For my second sight of people, they've more lifeblood than before. 
They're moving. They're moving in time to a heavy wooden door, 
Where the needle's eye is winking, closing in on the poor. 
The carpet crawlers heed their callers: 
"We've got to get in to get out 
We've got to get in to get out." 

There's only one direction in the faces that I see; 
It's upward to the ceiling, where the chambers said to be. 
Like the forest fight for sunlight, that takes root in every tree. 
They are pulled up by the magnet, believing that they're free. 
The carpet crawlers heed their callers: 
"We've got to get in to get out 
We've got to get in to get out." 

Mild mannered supermen are held in kryptonite, 
And the wise and foolish virgins giggle with their bodies glowing bright. 
Through a door a harvest feast is lit by candlight; 
It's the bottom of a staircase that spirals out of sight. 
The carpet crawlers heed their callers: 
"We've got to get in to get out 
We've got to get in to get out." 

The porcelain mannikin with shattered skin fears attack. 
The eager pack lift up their pitchers- the carry all they lack. 
The liquid has congealed, which has seeped out through the crack, 
And the tickler takes his stickleback. 
The carpet crawlers heed their callers: 
"We've got to get in to get out 
We've got to get in to get out."
[Devilish gives another soft, steady beat, this time to Shade]
Shade: At the top of the stairs, their's hundreds of people, 
running around to all the doors. 
They try to find themselves an audience; 
their deductions need applause. 

The rich man stands in front of me, 
The poor man behind my back. 
They believe they can control the game, 
but the juggler holds another pack. 

I need someone to believe in, someone to trust. 
I need someone to believe in, someone to trust. 

I'd rather trust a countryman than a townman, 
You can judge by his eyes, take a look if you can,
He'll smile through his guard, 
Survival trains hard. 
I'd rather trust a man who works with his hands, 
He looks at you once, you know he understands, 
Don't need any shield, 
When you're out in the field. 

But down here, 
I'm so alone with my fear, 
With everything that I hear. 
And every single door, that I've walked through 
Brings me back here again, 
I've got to find my own way. 

The priest and the magician, 
Singing all the chants that they have ever heard; 
They're all calling out my name, 
Even academics, searching printed word. 
[these lyrics are found on http://www.songlyrics.com]

My father to the left of me, 
My mother to the right, 
Like everyone else they'er pointing 
But nowhere feels quite right. 

And I need someone to believe in, someone to trust. 
I need someone to believe in, someone to trust. 

I'd rather trust a man who doesn't shout what he's found, 
There's no need to sell if you're homeward bound. 
If I chose a side, 
He won't take me for a ride. 

Back inside 
This chamber of so many doors; 
I've nowhere to hide. 
I'd give you all of my dreams, if you'd help me, 
Find a door 
That doesn't lead me back again 
-take me away.
[THE END of the song]


MP: Unbelievable! You played enough... to paralyze me. But, I will unlock the gate.
[Mephiles unlocks the gate, and the chao cheer and rush out]
Shade: Dark, no more Genesis, okay?
Dark: But... what about the second half of the song we just sung? We only played the first half!
Devilish: Isn't that the part with the ear-shattering solo that is made up of LITERALLY breaking glass, which can drive someone insane?
[Dark looks speechless]
Dark: Uh.... no more Genesis, right.
END!