Post by Vi-Poi on Dec 16, 2016 22:03:22 GMT
Vi-Poi stood in a shadowy control room with the famous director, Staypel Shlepblurp. The leader of Earth had his fingers shoved in his jean pockets, and was staring expectantly up at a massive telescreen which cast a lambent blue light on the metal arrays of austere office stations. Shlepblurb was on his fourth cigarette, lighting the fresh stick of Goblintown Menthols off the sputtering end of his third one, fingers shaking, breath rattling when he took in another gulp of smoke. He was nervous. Today would be the first public broadcast of his line of commercials, which BBA had paid handsomely for.
The screen crackled from its ambient blue static as an operator finished cycling through the checks for a global broadcast. A green indicator light flashed in the corner of the screen. The commercial was on air, and being broadcasted between ratings giants like Omega-guy and Disguise Driver, The Best of JimJohn, and the new superhero comedy programmatic titan, Don’t Throw a Hissy in West City.
The first scene opened with a blazing inferno, a darkened cityscape blanketed by what might have been the fires in the furnaces of HFIL. “Earth,” A steadfast and authoritative voice intoned while a high synth whistle ominously howled. “This would be the Earth without its Army.”
Dramatic raw footage of the astoundingly violent Saiyan War now sliced in rapid succession, quick cuts of massive Blue Banner Army Gorgon Battle Jackets teetering and falling under the might of rampaging Oozaru, of high-tech jet fighters being blown out of the ski by sizzling waves of golden chi, of Army tanks barking futile fire against the silhouette of a lumbering red-eyed colossus. Each of Earth’s cities were shown, each in stages of ruin or panic, with civilians fleeing from the fires like a kicked ant nest.
These horrid scenes shifted to another scene of the Saiyan War – thousands, tens of thousands - of infantrymen from the extinct Volunteer Corps, marching grimly into the cities while the people ran the other way, treading towards their certain doom in a final defense of the planet. The camera was close enough to see each of their young faces in clear detail.
“Our soldiers showed, in that terrible time, what the Blue Banner Army stood for. What our little blue world stood for. The sacrifices made by the Banner will not be forgotten,” The voice said somberly. “Though the War is over, and our soldiers are gone, the peace must be maintained.”
A flash lit the screen, followed by a bank robber hurtling a molotov cocktail against the side of a South City Bank. His machine gun roared into the growing flames, and people ran from the building in screaming streams of panic. The scene flicked to a close-up of a bright blue siren blaring. The synth keyboard began again, a drumbeat slowly working towards a crescendo.
“And the Banner needs your help in keeping the peace.”
The camera peeled back, revealing a swerving and screeching World Police hovercar. Two police in armor that gleamed like ice sprung out of the car, hovering in midair, leveling rifles that glittered against the orange gust of flames. “Hands up! World Police!” They yelled in unison. A strange and pulsating wave from their boots seemed to be keeping them both afloat, and they moved gracefully through the air as they surrounded the caught robber. Undeterred, the criminal coldly raised his machinegun at them, and pulled the trigger.
The bullets bounced harmlessly against a ghostly globe that now surrounded both officers. Two bright streams of energy retorted from the guns of the World Police, and the criminal fell to the ground in a smoking heap.
“Join the Blue Banner Army World Police today, and make a difference! Be All that Blue Can Be!”
The commercial ended with one of the officers – a young Majin woman, as revealed when she lifted her visor -- turning towards the camera with a thumbs up and a wink.
In the control room, the screen phased back to its static blue. “The ending was a little abrupt,” Vi-Poi decided. “But I liked it.” He turned his head to Shelpblurb, “Though I’ll prolly have to meet with Beryl, just to make sure he understands what this means.”
The screen crackled from its ambient blue static as an operator finished cycling through the checks for a global broadcast. A green indicator light flashed in the corner of the screen. The commercial was on air, and being broadcasted between ratings giants like Omega-guy and Disguise Driver, The Best of JimJohn, and the new superhero comedy programmatic titan, Don’t Throw a Hissy in West City.
The first scene opened with a blazing inferno, a darkened cityscape blanketed by what might have been the fires in the furnaces of HFIL. “Earth,” A steadfast and authoritative voice intoned while a high synth whistle ominously howled. “This would be the Earth without its Army.”
Dramatic raw footage of the astoundingly violent Saiyan War now sliced in rapid succession, quick cuts of massive Blue Banner Army Gorgon Battle Jackets teetering and falling under the might of rampaging Oozaru, of high-tech jet fighters being blown out of the ski by sizzling waves of golden chi, of Army tanks barking futile fire against the silhouette of a lumbering red-eyed colossus. Each of Earth’s cities were shown, each in stages of ruin or panic, with civilians fleeing from the fires like a kicked ant nest.
These horrid scenes shifted to another scene of the Saiyan War – thousands, tens of thousands - of infantrymen from the extinct Volunteer Corps, marching grimly into the cities while the people ran the other way, treading towards their certain doom in a final defense of the planet. The camera was close enough to see each of their young faces in clear detail.
“Our soldiers showed, in that terrible time, what the Blue Banner Army stood for. What our little blue world stood for. The sacrifices made by the Banner will not be forgotten,” The voice said somberly. “Though the War is over, and our soldiers are gone, the peace must be maintained.”
A flash lit the screen, followed by a bank robber hurtling a molotov cocktail against the side of a South City Bank. His machine gun roared into the growing flames, and people ran from the building in screaming streams of panic. The scene flicked to a close-up of a bright blue siren blaring. The synth keyboard began again, a drumbeat slowly working towards a crescendo.
“And the Banner needs your help in keeping the peace.”
The camera peeled back, revealing a swerving and screeching World Police hovercar. Two police in armor that gleamed like ice sprung out of the car, hovering in midair, leveling rifles that glittered against the orange gust of flames. “Hands up! World Police!” They yelled in unison. A strange and pulsating wave from their boots seemed to be keeping them both afloat, and they moved gracefully through the air as they surrounded the caught robber. Undeterred, the criminal coldly raised his machinegun at them, and pulled the trigger.
The bullets bounced harmlessly against a ghostly globe that now surrounded both officers. Two bright streams of energy retorted from the guns of the World Police, and the criminal fell to the ground in a smoking heap.
“Join the Blue Banner Army World Police today, and make a difference! Be All that Blue Can Be!”
The commercial ended with one of the officers – a young Majin woman, as revealed when she lifted her visor -- turning towards the camera with a thumbs up and a wink.
In the control room, the screen phased back to its static blue. “The ending was a little abrupt,” Vi-Poi decided. “But I liked it.” He turned his head to Shelpblurb, “Though I’ll prolly have to meet with Beryl, just to make sure he understands what this means.”