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Gex: A ReRun of Fallen Glory
Chapter 5: The Music Man

Arriving back in the New World Hub, I had the feeling that this was going to be little more than a revisit to a lot of the places I had visited in my early days, though how many I was uncertain of. But it wasn’t too long after getting back from that winter wonderland that I found out that this adventure might be longer than I had anticipated. I heard something that sounded like a band playing, and while the music wasn’t that bad, it also got on my nerves. In searching for the source of the music, I came across a television set that was…different. It was a plasma screen TV pinned to the wall, and it glowed with such a brilliance that I could scarcely look directly at it. I lingered there for a few moments admiring its beauty. The shape of it was…pristine, almost a perfect rectangle, yet curved…one of those high-end systems. This didn’t belong here. What in the world…

As I approached it, I felt a static buzz near me, as if it was trying to lure me in…

This was a portal. A new world. One that I had not seen before.

So, the monster can make worlds of his own as well. Great. It was the only source of sound I could find active, so I figured that must be my newest destination. I leapt into the screen with all my might, and when I landed…

Lord knows where I was now, but it seemed to fit the whimsical places I was used to traveling to. Dressed in a colorful band suit that was NOT my own, I was standing on what looked to be a giant platform of glass with a music sheet scrawled on it. Actually, the music sheet WAS the platform. Just what kind of zany world had I stepped into? I didn’t have to wait long for that answer…

-Gex, you are in for a treat this time. While many of the worlds that have been prepared for your arrival are just modified worlds that you are used to, as much of a resurrector as I am, I am also a creator. This is one of my personal creations; I call it “Music Montage”. Here, music dictates everything and is the literal foundation upon which you are stepping on. Notes and giant instruments will be your only way of advancing, but that doesn’t’ mean that they are going to follow your every move. No, the music here beasts to my drum and mine alone, so I suggest you get used to the beat and be prepared for a little bit of fun. Now, with that said…let the music begin!-

The moment he said this, the platform I was standing on began to move on its own, and giant notes began to drop down from above. I dodged them the best I could, but it got a bit more difficult when they started to appear near the sides of the platform as well, shooting across the area like rockets with me playing twister trying not to get hit. Soon, the music sheet began to fade away, and I jumped onto a note floating in the middle of space and clung to it for dear life. This was more like it! Finally, some fast-paced action! This is the kind of stuff I used to live for! Yeah, that’s what I thought at that moment; too bad my body proved not to be as ready for it as I had hoped…

As I jumped from note to note, I noticed that I was being followed by what looked like a swarm of…birds? Yep, they were birds, singing vultures that made the most awful racket I had ever heard in my life. I made sure to slam as many of them as I could out of the sky with my tail as I bounded from note to note, but the bastards just wouldn’t stop coming…

The pathway of notes ended abruptly in the middle of space; I had nowhere to go. I examined my surroundings, and noticed something odd. There was a piano floating far below me, just dancing away and playing a tune. At this point, the vultures weren’t giving me much of a choice, so I swallowed my courage and leapt from the last note into the abyss below. The birds followed me down as I fell, and all I could think at the time was “What the hell was I thinking!?” But, I put aside my fear of the abyss, carefully maneuvered myself, and managed to land on top of the flying piano without much trouble. For some reason, the vultures did not follow me after that; I guess that there was something about the tune it was giving off that they didn’t like.

I rode the piano across a void until I saw something that took me at least a little bit by surprise. A giant string of instruments, all paying their own little ditty, stood floating in the abyss. That was what I had to expect. Giant instruments. Okay, maybe not all that original…but with no solid ground beneath me, you can imagine that I was still a little bit nervous.

The piano started to sink as I approached what looked to be a series of flutes and other wind instruments, and I knew that I was not going to make it if I didn’t get off of the hunk of wood. So, once again raising my courage, I leapt from my falling ride and stuck to the surface of a giant flute. As I clung to its side, I could hear the deafening sounds that it was producing, and they just about knocked me out flat. I struggled to maintain my grip until the thing stopped making noise, then slowly climbed up its surface to the very top. As I traveled, I almost got knocked over on more than one occasion as pins and latches closed over the holes on the side, with air being spat out like geysers. I finally made my way onto the very lip of the instrument. I was actually expecting there to be something blowing on the giant structure, but there was nothing…well, almost nothing. A string of music sheet material was surrounding the lip of the instrument, and seemed to be the source of the sound being played through it. I figured out pretty quickly that the source of that music must have been the place where ReRun likely hid the remote in the area.

I carefully leapt to the moving sheet and used it to hike around another series of wind instruments before arriving at a dead end. I looked over to the side and saw what looked like flat, gilded platforms in the middle of the void. I would have thought nothing of it, but strangely enough, whenever I pointed my head in their direction, I heard music. A light, upbeat melody of some sort that seemed to grow even more intense as I continued to stare in the direction of the platforms. Suddenly, a music sheet appeared out of nowhere and grabbed me against my will, taking me across the void and throwing me onto one of the gilded platforms. There was a series of them before me, and they all looked the same. I wondered what kind of instrument these things were supposed to be and…

And then I knew instinctively to start running. And it’s a good thing I did, because the moment my feet left the surface, another gilded platform came slamming down where I had once stood. They were cymbals. Of all the things, I had to jump on a series of cymbals.

I moved quickly across the floating platforms as quickly as I could, doing my best not to get squashed in the process. The pattern of movement proved to be a bit more complex than I had anticipated, so I had to move back and forth across a few of them in order to avoid an untimely demise. By the time I had gotten to the very end, I was running out of room. I leapt through the void and fell down onto a different platform. This would looked like it had a series of keys on it almost like a…

Friggernany. I was in trouble again.

I ran across as quickly as I could, again almost being flattened. Figures; I avoid getting squashed on giant symbols, and now I’m being chased around by giant sticks on a xylophone! This place was fast-paced to be sure; there might not have bene much in the way of enemy fire here, but I was definitely getting more of a workout than I had ever anticipated I would.

I dodged back and forth to avoid the swings of the sticks playing the instrument, and high-tailed it to the opposite end as quickly as I could. I could see even more instruments off to the distance, and that same music sheet was flying by. I grabbed it the best I could and tried to walk on it, but all of a sudden the thing jerked up and went completely vertical; had it not bene for my sticky grasp, I would have been a goner for sure. I pulled myself up and ran over to the next obstacle, a giant French horn. Now, this was where I started to feel like things were getting at least a little bit ridiculous, but I had no choice; I dove into the horn on that thing…and promptly found myself in a maze. The sound of wind passing through the thing nearly blew my ears off, and with all the sound blaring in my head, I could barely think to keep track of where I was going. I think I made a wrong turn at the third twist at least twice before I made it out of there. By now, my head was killing me, and I was longing for some form of silence…

And there it was, that damn string of music, just rolling right on by me. I leapt right back on it and continued on my way. Wind and percussion instruments had already been put in play, and now it looked like a quartet of violins was my next destination spot. Unlike before, the music here…was actually pretty nice. It wasn’t too loud or too rough…it was actually really nice. I stepped onto the surface as a giant bow moved across the strings ever so delicately, with seemingly no sense of malice towards me at all. For a little while, I sort of enjoyed the tune and took my time approaching the end of the first instrument. It was nice to be able to stop moving so quickly for once; this was much more of a workout than I had anticipated, and I needed the rest…

Except I then heard a terrible screeching sound and managed to duck just out of the way for the bow to fly right over me, the BLADE on its side nearly missing my head. Well, crap; it looked like the band had gotten back together again. As the music shifted from a calming melody to an ear-piercing screech, I had bows flying at me like guillotines looking to end my number before I had even played my piece. I managed to get past then with some quick dodging, only to see…more instruments. Ugh. And this time, I had no choice; I was swept onto the next set by the backwards motion of one of the bows.

When I landed, I started to bounce up and down. A drum. I was wondering where that part of the orchestra was actually going to show up. And above me…tambourines…okay…well, that was new. I bounced up and over the drums and tried to make it across, but the voids between drums were simply too large. There was no way I was going to be able to get across.

Thankfully, my careful eye noticed that the tambourines were actually moving from drum to drum, and I had a brilliant idea as to how to proceed. I bounced as high as I possibly could on the drum I was standing on, and when the nearest tambourine approached, I latched myself to the inner ring and let it take me to the next drum. It would have been a terrific plan if the tambourine hadn’t been spinning as well. By the time I got off the damn thing, I was about near sick to my stomach and didn’t think I was going to be able to take much more…and then I had to ride at least three more of those damn things just to get to the end. I was so close to hurling that I honestly don’t know why I didn’t. I signed up to save the world, not for motion sickness.

But I was in luck. The music string was still there, but there were no more instruments in the distance. In fact, the only thing that I did see was a semi-large object that looked like it was printing something…

That was it. That was the end of the road, the source of all the music these giant instruments had been playing. Finally, this montage was at its end. I hitched a ride on the music string, endured a couple of ups and downs, and made it over to the source. It was some sort of advanced machine that I dare say looked more high-tech than anything I’d ever seen in Rez’s possession. After all of the music I’d been forced to listen to and the blaring pain in my ears that I couldn’t shake off, I wasn’t ready to let this thing go quietly into the night. No, I Tail Bounced on it over and over, watching sparks and bits of metal fly off with every bounce, until the contraption ceased functioning and all of the background music just disappeared entirely.

As I stood on the broken hunk of junk, I noticed that there was something stuck inside of it. I reached in and found something I could grab. I pulled as hard as I could, and what I pulled out as…a remote.

Now, I might not be the most inclined of individuals to try and understand what actually keeps some of these worlds running, but this was definitely unheard of. In the Media Dimension, remotes are generally used to turn on and off gateways into worlds…but using them as a direct power source for a device…I didn’t think that was even possible. It seems my adversary was more experienced in his craft than I thought.

-Well, that was quite rude and unkind of you. That was my favorite music box, you know. I love listening to that melody so much that I didn’t even feel like taunting you this time…but now you’ve gone and done something irreparable.-

“Yeah? Well band camp sure as hell didn’t turn out like I expected it would. Not even a single girl here!”

-Ah, so the gecko can still make cultural references after all. I was afraid that part of you had died completely.-

I was done with this crazed environment. This set the bar, alright; if Rez’s worlds were a bit on the nutsy side, and this is the benchmark for comparison, I had quite the loon to deal with at the end of all this.

Before I entered the portal to return, though, there was one pressing question that I felt the odd urge to ask, and I sort of regret doing so…

“By the way, what’s with the getup? I mean, it certainly fits the theme to be honest, but really? You had to put me in a stiff petticoat instead of a rocker t-shirt?”

-Well, I figured that the outfit was better-suited for a more classical design. I was hoping that you were going to enjoy it more, as I made it personally by hand. Getting your exact measurements wasn’t exactly easy, as I had to start making things for you the moment after you arrived. Thankfully, you’ve been in enough…positions…that I was able to tailor it to your exact measurements. I had to make sure that it wouldn’t restrict your movement or anything, you know; fair is fair. Besides, I think you look quite cute in it.

Yeeeeesh! I was done. Rez was creepy in his own right, but this guy…this was a whole new level. I got the hell out of there immediately, as I heard his laugh echoing through the quiet void of that musical nightmare of a world…

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Music. Despite all of the social and cultural differences that exist in the world, it seems to be the one thing that can unite the world at large, and that seems to be the case no matter what reality you enter.

It makes you wonder, though, why this is the case. It is something so deeply ingrained in the psyche, the love for music. There is something about it that lends to our creativity and thinking minds…an ability to convert the words and feelings of others into sounds, and even vice-versa…and if I were just talking about humans, this would seem impressive enough. But no, there is more. All those that have the ability to hear share this strange feature, and it does not seem to be any different wherever I go. Even to creatures that are incapable of haring sounds, the physical nature of sound can sometimes still move them. To be mentally moved by something that you cannot hear but can still feel…it seriously expands what can be classified as music at all. For centuries, this simple physical concept of physics has shaped the development of the real world and countless others, to the point where it has seemingly become inseparable.

As wonderful as this sounds, however, music can still be a problem. Because it is merely a transmitter of emotion, it can be used to portray both positive and negative emotions. For every song telling about the fortune of life, there are others that tell of life’s pitfalls and our desperate attempt to find meaning in a pointless world. For every song that rings of peace and prosperity among neighboring nations, there is a song devoted to war and the love of conquest against the opposition. For every song telling of miracles that go beyond what the human imagination is capable of, there is a song telling of the gritty issues of reality and the cold, hard truth of the limitations of one’s social and cultural standing. Music is a terrific thing, but can anyone truly say that it is a good thing? Is it possible to stand by the use of music for good causes when we know that it will equally be used for heinous ones?

Music, perhaps unwillingly, is a living embodiment of duality and the complications that come about it. It is a medium that so many trust, knowing that it has the power to both help and destroy lives. We have come to trust it so much despite its consequential nature…so why do we find ourselves unable to do this with our fellow man? Music is not a living, breathing thing that is mortal, yet we trust it more than we do others and even ourselves. We are all agents of duality, yet we turn to something that has so few boundaries that it cannot be adequately be controlled. Sound. Music. We trust our sense of hearing so much that we allow it to take over all aspects of our life and culture…

How can we trust a feature of the multiverse that we live in, something that has the power to equally create and destroy great things, more so than something we can control? Why do we ceaselessly throw our fate into the hands of an unreachable force, when we can throw them into the hands of someone…or at least something…whose ultimate verdict will be constricted by the same laws that constrict us? Why do we trust the untouchable, and not what is understood? Is our faith in the known really that shallow…?
Gex: A ReRun of Fallen Glory - Chapter 5
This is the sixth chapter of my proposed story/story-line for my idea of a new Gex game. I am planning to invest a lot of time and energy into this project, and I can only hope that it will be justified in light of the work that I am more well-known for.

Here, Gex enters the first of many worlds personally crafted by ReRun himself, and finds out that band camp isn't all that it's cracked up to be.

Note: Where you see dashed lines, there is a change in narrator from Gex to ReRun.
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Gex: A ReRun of Fallen Glory
Chapter 4: The Gecko that Saved Christmas

As I reentered the New World Hub, I had to stop and catch my breath for a minute. I still wasn’t used to going through all of this hoopla again, and I had no idea how long it as going to take me to even get through all of this…but my gut instinct told me that it was just beginning and there was a long road ahead of me. I wandered around the hub for a little bit, taking in all that I had just witnessed only a few minutes before, when I stumbled a glowing light in the corner of one of the rooms. When I checked it, I saw yet another television glowing brightly, and upon seeing it, I actually smiled a little bit. Holiday broadcasting…well, Neo Holiday Broadcasting, to be more specific. I actually thought this place wasn’t too bad before, so I jumped straight in without much hesitation.

When I landed in, I felt extremely cold for a few short moments before my wardrobe kicked in and covered me in my signature snowboarding outfit. This was one of the few outfits that I honestly liked just because it at least had some purpose outside of the crazy confines of the Media Dimension. But even with it on, I still felt a slight chill in the air; it was colder here than it had been before. Much colder. As I stood there breathing, that gayish voice blasted out and echoed off of the nearby mountainside.

-Welcome to Neo Holiday Broadcasting, the place where holiday traditions and winter weather come together brilliantly for the right combination of horror and delight. This world still celebrates Christmas every single day, and while the denizens have been put into a jolly spirit again thanks to me, they still intend on filling more than just your stocking with coal. I hope that you don’t mind the cold, Gex, because you are going to have do quite a bit of climbing if you want to get out of here. Just make sure to be kind to the elves, even if they are not so to you. Otherwise, you may find yourself on the naughty list of someone that still hasn’t forgiven you for stopping his plans years ago.-

Lovely. So he has taken to even resurrecting minor bosses to some degree. Always about the past with this guy…

As I stood there, I admired the gate that stood before me, the entrance to the main village where all the evil elves lived. It was still as inviting as it was 16 years ago, and the houses were still so colorful. There was just one slight problem…

The place was full of evil elves. Many, many more than what had been here before. Not that I was scared or anything, mind you…it just seemed odd for so many to be here. I cautiously opened the gate and tried to sneak my way past them…and that didn’t work at all. The moment my boot crunched into the fluffy snow beneath me, I was spotted and immediately greeted by a hailstorm of snowballs. I took cover behind one of the houses and waited for them to reload, then quickly burst out of hiding and started whipping the life out of them. They were still as fragile as ever, but the numbers proved to make things a little on the hectic side. I needed a way to get them to scatter quickly, but what was I to do?

That’s when I got an idea and took a jaunt over to one of the larger houses in the village, where a great deal of smoke was billowing out from the chimney. Braving the smoky air, I dived down into the house and luckily found a stash of coal. Using what skill I had in the operation, I used the coal to spread the fire from the fireplace across the room and then left. It wasn’t too long before the entire house started to burn down to the ground, and the fire scared off many of my aggressors, forcing them to scatter and making it a lot easier for me to pick them off individually. By the time I was finished, the village had been cleared out, and the house I had set ablaze was little more than tinder. I walked out on the frozen pond in the middle of the village and took a look at the central statue. Standing there was an ice carving of Evil
Santa, looking as grim and foreboding as ever.

-So, Gex, what do you think of the elves’ carving skills? Not too bad, wouldn’t you say?-

I thought for a moment on that statement…and then proceeded to whack away the statue with my tail. By the time I was done with it, I had turned the figure of a portly monster into a much more handsome visage of myself.

“Now it looks better.”

As I walked off behind the village, I saw a looming mountain in my view.

-Looking for Evil Santa, are you? His workshop is on the other side of this mountain, so you are free to try and reach it. That is, IF you can still make the climb after all of these years.

I tried to ignore his comment and entered a small tunnel at the base of the mountain. I found myself reaching daylight far more quickly than I had anticipated, and when I walked out, I saw that I had not traversed much of the mountain’s breadth at all. Instead, I was faced with a sheer cliff face with no way to get over it. Those bastard elves must have blocked off the entranceway to the deeper portions of their world. Figures. ReRun had been doing more than just resurrecting words; he had been altering them to suit his tastes, apparently with the help of the local denizens. Which was strange…Rez never really ‘worked’ with any of his minions…

I shook the thought off and took a good look at the obstacle before me. I had no idea how I was even going to climb this structure…until I took a closer look the surface of the rock. When I touched it, I felt my paw lock into it for a brief moment. Those foolish elves; in destroying the old tunnel and effectively rebuilding this obstacle, they failed to realize that parts of the mountain had just the right texture for my feet. Well, you can’t expect minions to think of everything.

I placed my paw carefully on the surface and pressed lightly; it stuck to the rock instantly and with little trouble. This was a bit crazy even for my standards, as I had no way of knowing if there was even going to be enough of this texture for me to climb the entire mountain, let alone if I was still physically capable of making the journey. Throwing caution to the wind, though, I pressed my digits on the surface of the rock, and began to climb.

It was no picnic, that I can assure you. The climb was going alright at first, but as I got closer to the top, I found that some parts of the mountain were simply too icy for me to get a grip on; I slid down a few times before I finally managed to get across this problem. Worse yet, I had to stop every couple of minutes and brace myself against the harsh winds whipping along the mountainside. After struggling for some time, I finally made it to the top and was able to catch my breath if only for the briefest of moments. I looked down at where I had come up, and I felt a small bit of pride for the first time in years. This kind of stuff would have been child’s-play in the past, but for someone of my age, being able to do what I just did was a good sign that I still had some fight in me.

Looking down at the opposite side of the mountain, I saw a long, snowy slope that led down to what looked like a cabin. That had to have been where that Santa reject was stationed, and I had a good feeling that he held the remote that would get me out of here and onto my next objective. Getting up alone was a problem, but getting down…

Was actually going to be a piece of cake. I snapped my finger, and in an instant, there was a snowboard at my side just begging to be ridden. That’s one of the advantages of having such a large wardrobe; when you have something for every occasion, there is no telling what you might be able to pull off. I hopped on that bad boy and started dashing downhill as quickly as gravity would let me. It was smooth sailing at first, but it wasn’t too long before I was being tailed by a bunch of elves. I guess a few of them must have run off and decided to harass me here where they thought I would have been more vulnerable. Unbeknownst to them, though, snowboarding was one of the few things that I had still been doing in my spare time (mainly whenever I felt like it), and it was no problem smacking them around and sending the careening off the side of the mountain. I thought things were going great…

-Well, it seems that you actually still have some talent outside of your tail. Marvelous; I like a gecko with a bit of variety to his repertoire. But I think that we should put your snowboarding skills to the test, don’t you?-

The next thing I knew, there was ridiculously-loud yodeling coming from my wristwatch, so loud that I could barely stand to hear it. I heard a slow rumbling behind me, and…well, you can figure out what happened next.

I rushed down the mountain as fast as I could, trying to get ahead of the approaching avalanche as quickly as possible as I slid by presents, snowmen and a yeti (still haven’t figured out what that thing was doing there), but it was to no avail; this thing was simply moving faster than I could move away from it. But just as it was about to overtake me, I hit a bank of snow and jumped into the air…and got hooked on a flying candy cane. Yeah…I can’t make that up. Apparently, candy canes could now fly in this world. How wonderful. I rode the flying piece of candy up and over the avalanche, keeping hold of it until the snow had finished its journey. Surprisingly, the snow did not overtake the cabin, but it did give me a soft place to land after letting go of my tasty ride.

As I waked up to the cabin, I noticed that the front door was locked shut, and there seemed to be no way around. I paused for a second to consider what I was facing, but I stood for too long. A trapdoor opened up underneath me, and I plummeted into a dark hole. Geez, I’ve bene falling in a lot of holes recently, and I’ve just barely started this crazy adventure…

When I hit bottom, I noticed that I was in a cage, and thee seemed to be no way out. It was then that I heard a booming voice that was all-too familiar to me.

‘Ho! Ho! Ho! Well, what do we have here? A nosy gecko looking to find his way home. Don’t worry, little fellow, I will make sure that you go someplace where you belong.’

Naturally, I had the feeling that it wasn’t home I was going to, and when he flipped a switch on the wall, there was a buzzing noise and blinding lights everywhere. I was on a conveyor belt, heading straight for a box wrapper. Great. He was going to wrap me in a box and let me suffocate…or drop kick me off the side of the mountain I had just climbed…or who knows what. Typical simple villain; I didn’t have the time to care. Thinking quickly, I used my tail to grab a box and throw it into the machine, buying me some time. Using all the strength I could muster, I slipped my body out of the cage, but by the time I had gotten out, the fat oaf was gone. I found my way out of the house, and spied him running away towards an icy pond. I pursued him all the way to the icy pond and found him standing on a small island in the middle of the pond, laughing at me.

‘Now you’re going on the list for sure!’

The fat faker proceeded to throw presents at me, just as he did before. All of this buildup, and I thought that this was actually going to be a difficult fight. I remember how I had done him in the last time I had face him, readied my tail, and waited for him to throw one my way. As soon as those colorful boxes came close to me, I knocked them straight back into his face and watched them explode, infuriating him. He kept throwing presents me, but I noticed that his actions were a little bit different than before. His reactions were much faster, flinging many presents at a time towards me. Hell, some of them were even exploding upon impact, making me weary of using my tail to kick them back. The fat bastard had definitely gotten smarter in his return, but he was still no match for me. Eventually, I hit so many presents in his face that he slumped over, dazed and unable to move anymore under his own power. I swam over to the floating island he was situated on, delivered a finishing blow, and watched as he dissolved in a flash of static, dropping a remote where he lay in the process.

-Oh dear, it seems jolly old Saint Nicholas was unable to deliver his presents to you this year. What a shame. All of those wonderful gifts gone to waste…what a selfish little boy you’ve been Gex. You need to watch where you put that tail of yours; you might put somebody’s eye out! Hahahaha!-

“Go have yourself a Merry Charlie Brown Christmas too, Grinch.”

That was the closest I could come to a comeback at the time. I admit that the holiday mood did get my blood running again, but at the same time it made me more curious. These worlds were similar to their original form, and yet improved. Even Rez’s former minions had been given an intelligence boost. It made me wonder just how much more advanced ReRun had made some of the other worlds I was familiar with…

I stepped into the portal that appeared and traveled back to the hub, humming an old Christmas tune the whole way.

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Holidays…for some, an excuse for people to get together to have a little bit of fun. They may make you wonder why we need these days to exist at all. Why don’t we celebrate just a little bit every day and simply move on from one day to the next? Why is it we must waste so much time and effort on a single day of celebration just for it to be over as soon as it begins?

I am not against holidays; I understand their purpose quite well. We are so busy in our day-to-day lives that we never really get the chance to share ourselves with the world. Holidays are designed to have us take a break from the daily grind and celebrate aspects of our lives and traditions that are important enough to us to warrant a day away from the rat-race. To celebrate is to give thanks for all that has happened to us and all that we have done. To celebrate is to give one’s self a reward for accomplishing difficult tasks and overcoming adversity. To celebrate is to show others how much we care for them and how close we feel to them. Even though the meaning of specific holidays differs both from person to person and holiday to holiday, they are all in agreement in that they are designed to bring a greater sense of happiness and purpose in our lives and show us that it is okay to take a break from the rat-race and celebrate the things that are truly important in our lives.

But there are many that use these holidays in order to get others to buy their product or donate to their causes when they have done nothing to deserve them. Some cayuses, such as helping the less fortunate, are appropriate and fit nicely into the holiday season. But what about greedy shoppers that want to beat the life out of others just to get a great deal, or those that are so frugal that they ignore the holidays altogether and instead insist that all others should merely get back to work? These figures are reviled in history and have become the subject of many stories, but despite how much we are reminded of them, we fail to stop producing them in the world. Why is that?

The holidays are meant to champion the more tender aspects of our lives, yet every year it seems more and more of that is replaced by commercialism and Scrooge-like figures looking to fill their own pockets at the expense of others. Even the magic of holidays like Christmas has been overtaken by this force, and while the original heart of the holiday remains beating to this day, it has grown many cancerous tumors that are slowly causing it to wither.

What would it take to bring the heart back to full health? What must be done to excise these tumors from the world? Can the true meaning of celebration be saved for these holidays? Can the legends of old give us something to cling to, or must we continue to give in to the ravages of greed? What must we do to purify this deadly sin from the most cherished moments of the year and bring back the spirit that defined their original purpose…?
Gex: A ReRun of Fallen Glory - Chapter 4
This is the fifth chapter of my proposed story/story-line for my idea of a new Gex game. I am planning to invest a lot of time and energy into this project, and I can only hope that it will be justified in light of the work that I am more well-known for.

Here, Gex enters Neo Holiday Broadcasting, get the chills, a little bit of snowboarding action and the honor of trouncing an old foe from the past once again.

Note: Where you see dashed lines, there is a change in narrator from Gex to ReRun.
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Gex: A ReRun of Fallen Glory
Chapter 3: No Funny Business

As I came to, I found myself once again in a place so happy-looking and colorful that it made me sick. There were dancing flowers everywhere, old cans propelling themselves by burping repeatedly, cartoon animals with large eyes just frolicking around in the grass, fences that were doing a jig, singing teapots just standing around with no tea set or devourer of tea to be found…

And I was wearing a pink rabbit onesie. Yep, this could be hell for a lot of people. I didn’t plan on taking this place very seriously, but something still felt odd about it all. It wasn’t just that I felt like I had been here before…it felt like I hadn’t. Something was different. And that’s when I heard that voice again on my wristwatch…

-Welcome to Neo Toon TV! It is here that the colorful cartoons of the present and the distant past live in harmony, waiting for their chance to hit the screen and entertain young children across the world. But some have bene kept from their appointed time of appearance for too long, and now this world, as much as I have tried to fix it, is filled with lunacy more than anything else as the simple characters that were once so revered among the young are driven into madness by isolation. Luckily, the denizens of this world usually do not hate others too much…they’re cartoon characters, after all. Being happy is sort of their thing. But they are not happy with you Gex. In fact, quite a few of them want to hurt you a great deal for wrecking their colorful paradise. And here comes some now…-

I heard screaming and shouting coming from behind me, and I saw something that made my eyes bulge for a second. There was a large mob of clowns running toward me, holding an assortment of pies, horns and…explosives. That last one gave me the clue to get the hell out of there. I ran as fast as I could and hid behind an old barn as the mob rushed off looking for me elsewhere. I thought that I was safe, until I head a barking noise behind me. I nearly got my tail nipped off by a monstrous bulldog, pulling it back just in time. The beast lunged at me, but came up short when the chain attached to its collar went taut. I Tail-Whipped it in the face for being such a vicious mutt, and it faded away in a shower of static. That was something else I was going to have to get used to again: killing enemies in these worlds. It’s so different here than in the real world. You do harm to these monsters, and you expect them to show it to some degree...but they don’t. They just keep taking damage until they can take no more, and then die in a shower of static before vanishing completely. It was a weird feeling…but at the same time, it made me feel like it was the good-old days once again.

I left the barn area and looked around for a remote to get me the hell out of here and onto the next world, but I stopped a bit to look at the scenery, especially the flowers…until they started to spit pollen balls at me. Then I just Tail-Whipped them into oblivion and went on my way. As I approached a stream and a glistening waterfall, I head the sound of the mob again; they were getting close to me and sounded even more murderous than before. I dashed off into what looked like a small canyon, and managed to hide behind some rock formations. And before you say anything, no, I was not afraid of them. I was just…being cautious. It had been a long time since I had done any of this stuff, and I needed to pace myself if I wanted any hope of getting out of here alive.

-What’s the matter, Gex? Feeling a bit on the skittish side? Surely you are not afraid of a bunch of clowns, are you? Granted, some of them have dynamite on the, but it’s nothing that you haven’t dealt with before, right? This should be a walk in the park for you.-

I gritted my teeth, but he was right. What was I doing here? Being cautious isn’t me. Being nuts is me. I stood out of my hiding place and prepared to fight the mob head-on…

That’s when I suddenly noticed a shadow beneath me that was getting large. I stepped out of the way and avoided nearly being flattened like a pancake by a falling anvil. I tried to look around to see where exactly it had come from, but another shadow appeared beneath me and I had to move again. This continued for some time as I zigzagged across the area, dodging anvils until I managed to climb on top of a rock face to see where the mob had gone. They looked like they were traveling into a nearby forest, so I decided to give chase and show them who was in charge.

As I entered the forest at the edge of this insane world, I found myself in what looked to be a friendly little place…too friendly. The flowers were signing, the tree were swaying…everyone seemed like they were having a good time. I heard a clicking noise behind me and ducked almost immediately, recognizing that sound from my experience outside of the Media Dimension. A huge bullet flew directly over my head, but it stopped after a while and actually swung back over towards me. I smashed it with my tail, and when I turned around, I saw that the culprit had fled from the area. Gauging from experience, it was probably one of those knock-off Elmer Fudd monsters. He was going to try and get a rabbit out of me, and that wasn’t going to happen. I waited for what seemed like an eternity, poised to strike him the next time he tried to fire at me…but it wasn’t him that forced me to move. A member of that crazed mob had gone off on his own and rushed me from behind. I ducked out of the way as he swung a horn towards my head, and I heard a large shot. The hunter that had fired previously had shot at me thinking that he was going to hit me easily as I tried to dodge my assailant, but I ducked out of the way just long enough for the bullet to pass overhead and strike the clown, destroying it completely. I rushed towards the hunter’s positon and proceeded to smack the crap out of him with my tail; he didn’t put up much of a fight, thankfully.

I paused for a moment to realize something strangely profound. The hunter had waited until I was seemingly vulnerable to take his shot…I mean, he was nothing more than a common enemy, yet he actually showed a small glimpse of intelligence in his actions. That was definitely something new.

Sadly, I pondered my fate just a little bit too long, as the ruckus that I had conjured up had attracted the rest of the clown mob, and they had surrounded me.

-Well, well, well, it seems that poor little Gex is trapped. How you will you fight out of this one?-

“Simple: Ruthless aggression!”

I Tail-Kicked the nearest clown and went to town on them. They were certainly fierce fighters for simple enemies, and they proved to have more than a few tricks up their sleeves. The pies they threw at me stung a little bit, but they were nothing compared to the damage I was dishing out on them. A few of them even sought to pull fresh ammunition out of thin air when they ran dry. That was just great. Clowns with access to Hammerspace. One cartoon cliché right after another…

It took longer than I expected, but eventually the entire mob was taken down, and I found myself alone in the forest.

-Not bad, Gex; that was a decent performance for someone that hasn’t fought like that in 16 years. You are starting to shape up into an opponent I might remotely consider worthy of my time. But you still have to find your way out of this place.-

“Then why don’t you just show me the way out?”

-Oh, that would be too easy, Gex. You can figure it out yourself. You’re not the smartest animal on the block, but I’m sure that you will use your brain to the best of your abilities.

Hi taunting was starting to bug me, but there was something about it that just seemed…off. He was taunting me, but not in a way that seemed legitimate. It was if he was doing this simply to keep up appearances…

Aw, what did I care; I had to get out of this place as soon as possible. As I walked out of the forest, I noticed for the first time a large building off in the distance. A castle. Anyone that has ever watched fantasy cartoons know that there are great things in castles, so that was the next place to head to.

Walking through this place, I didn’t feel like saying much, and that wasn’t like I used to be. I remember the days when I spouted all sorts of nonsense out loud just because I though it as funny to quote random sayings for comedic effect. It was like I was trying to make someone else laugh at me...but there was never anyone there. At that point in time, I wasn’t really in the mood for it.

I was getting sick of reliving childhood again in this place, so I picked up the pace and ran off towards the castle on the hill…only to find myself of unable to reach it under my own power. The castle was situated on top of a large hill that was far too steep to climb, and there was no way I was going to be able to climb that structure…it just didn’t have the right texture for that. I might be a gecko, but in the context of worlds living in this Neo Media Dimension…well, there are just some things that cannot be climbed. I noticed that there was a boat in the nearby harbor, but it was not floating in water; it was floating in air. A flying boat. Well, that was pretty cartoony, so I guess that it fit. I traveled on top of the small vessel, but was instantly attacked by a bunch of mice wearing pirate outfits and wielding small swords. They swarmed over the boat as I tried to cut the rope holding it in place, but they proved to be no match for me. I got the rope free and threw the mangy varmints off the ship as I piloted it toward the castle. Moments later, I was under fire from…the castle!? That DEFINITELY was not how it used to be. Cannons the roof were trying to shoot me down, and all I could do was try to navigate the flying boat as much as I could to avoid them. It wasn’t enough; the boat took a direct hit, and I was unable to keep it from crashing; the good news, however, was that it crashed just outside the castle, so at least the crash was an appropriate one. As I approached the drawbridge, the sounds of footsteps on the inside made me ready myself for a fight…but when the drawbridge swung open, I was confronted by giant letter blocks with tiny hands and feet, holding spears posed to be flung in my direction. I ducked and weaved my way through the onslaught of projectiles and smacked them all into oblivion, watching their bodies splinter and fragment as they died in a flash of static.

As I took down the last block monster, I looked inside, and found a remote just sitting in the middle of an empty chamber. The castle wasn’t’ even real. How lazy.

As I grabbed the remote, a portal appeared close to my current position.

-Oh, Gex…-

“What’s up, doc?”

I cracked a small smile. I hadn’t spoken a bad quote in a long time…it felt good to try it again…

-Well done; you managed to make it out of here in one piece. It seemed that the increased difficulty of this world was still not too much for you to handle, and I am glad to see that. You know, I’ve always wondered what the life of a cartoon must be like. To be loved by children one moment and then deemed as useless the next…oh, wait, I’m sorry, that’s your career! Hahahahaha!

I clenched my teeth, but I did my best not to let his comments phase me. They shouldn’t have been getting under my skin so easily, yet they were. Why? Maybe it was just because of all the bitter resentment I had built up over the years towards the world…

-For your brave actions and cunning wit, I present to you a way out of this world. With that remote, you should be able to power up another television set back in the New World Hub and make your way into other parts of the Neo Media Dimension. Of course, things are just going to get even harder from here, but I’m still sure that you will prove triumphant and demonstrate yourself to still be worthy of my attention. I hope that you have been enjoying your stay so far.-

Yeah. Killer clowns, giant bulldogs, hunters with magic bullets…great times. I was ready to move on. I stepped into the portal, and vanished once again into the void…

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I find it so fascinating what children will find attractive when looking at someone in real life or even in a fictional television show or movie. They have such wild imaginations, willing to believe that just about anything I possible…but is it ever? Can anyone truly say that the sky is the limit, even metaphorically, when there are always limitations on what we can see and create? The one thing that seems to have the least amount of restriction on it…is how much we destroy. And is that not what many people do to the childhood things that they found so appealing at one time in the past?

Cartoons are designed to be bright and colorful in order to attract the attention of children so they will watch them. They are funny, friendly and usually not accurate reflections of reality, but that is the point. For many, the crushing burden of real life is too much to bear, and as children, we are not emotionally or mentally equipped to readily deal with the issues of the real world. So we show children cartoons so they will have something friendly to think about and interact with, to prepare them for a time when the simple lessons they learn from cartoons will prove to be invaluable in the real world. This makes cartoons invaluable to adults, as it is the easiest way to teach these lessons without fear of saying or doing something that may show too much of gritty reality before the children are ready for it.

But what happens to those cartoons when the children that loves them so much move on? What happens when no one watches these old cartoons anymore? They are forced to wait for someone new to show interest in them, another opportunity to fulfill some sort of purpose in their lives. But many are simply lost in the void. Stuck in their happy little worlds, they slowly begin to unravel, as the happiness becomes too much to bear. They break. And when they break, they need someone to fix them because they can no longer sustain themselves…that is what I have tried to do as much as possible.

Do we have the right to create these happy characters and then simply leave them to rot in time? What happens to those who are forgotten, even if they were something great in their time? Do they really deserve the fate that they have been given? Should we not revere them and prove to the world that they still have purpose?

I believe that the saviors of the real world are those who still hold onto their childhood characters through adulthood and even into death…but there are so few out there. Should these few brave souls be enough to say that the word is alright? Or does the world need to be reminded of what happens to those that are forgotten and left to rot in the wastelands of the past? These cartoons are the creations of both kids and adults, and they both should respect them as such…so what will it take to restore that balance and make everyone realize that abandoning their creations is no different than abandoning their fellow man…?
Gex: A ReRun of Fallen Glory - Chapter 3
This is the fourth chapter of my proposed story/story-line for my idea of a new Gex game. I am planning to invest a lot of time and energy into this project, and I can only hope that it will be justified in light of the work that I am more well-known for.

Here, Gex enters Neo Toon TV and is faced with cartoonish fiends both old and new, finding himself in a complicated world more advanced and full of surprises than he had initially envisioned.

Note: Where you see dashed lines, there is a change in narrator from Gex to ReRun.
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Gex: A ReRun of Fallen Glory
Chapter 2: Getting Back into the Swing of Things

Things were going downhill already for me. I was stuck in this ‘Neo’ Media Dimension and cut off from the rest of the world. Not that I didn’t mind it, mind you; I was used to it. But there was something very unsettling about the whole affair…I felt like I had stepped right into a trap, mainly because that was exactly what I had done.

“So where in the hell am I now?”

-You are in what is designated as a Hub World, a place where you can find multiple dimensional portals to…-

“I know that a Hub World is, lame-brain. Where am I?”

-This place is called the New World Hub. It’s sort of an introductory area I designed as a welcome center for newcomers to the Neo Media Dimension. I thought the bright, cheerful colors were quite inviting and the computers are perfect for kids of all ages to check out the internet…

“Why go to all the trouble of building something like this?  It’s not like many are going to be able to enjoy it if you choose to kill them the moment they enter.”

-Oh, that was only done because I wanted YOU to step into this world, not them. Once everything is settled and the worlds have fused, this will be a great pace for tourists to relax and get acclimated to living in this wonderful world.-

He sure was going to a lot of trouble to make this place look nice. If it weren’t for the fact that I knew better, I would say that he was on to something. He clearly showed some form of care towards others, though I was skeptical that it was genuine.

I took a look at myself and noticed that I as wearing a Hawaiian shirt, something that I definitely was not wearing when I as transported here. That instantly raised some suspicion in me. My special wardrobe usually only ever kicked in when present in a Media Dimension world, yet I was in one just standing here. Even the Hub Worlds were under his control…that put me off a little bit. I didn’t really let it get to me, though; I was used to this kind of thing. I’d faced much more dangerous situations than this…this was less dangerous than a Sunday outing at the park. Yet I couldn’t help feeling that there was something very off about this whole ordeal…

-Are you going to just stand around and lose yourself in your own thoughts, or are you going to explore and see what I have been making in your absence?-

His voice snapped me out of my thoughts, and I decided to take a look around. There was colorful furniture everywhere, computer screens and terminals with bright flashing colors and smiley-face screensavers…there was an upbeat song plating above that seemed fit for children…this place just screamed fake. I tried tapping on one of the colorful walls, and I heard a hollow sounds; he even went so far as to make the walls seem like they were drywall and hollow. Clever. I was starting to see how this place could easily fool someone who didn’t realize they were in this world.

As I searched around, I found some Fly Coins scattered about, which confused me considerably.

“Fly Coins? Really? Don’t you think that collectibles are a bit cliché these days?”

-Well, I figured that you would be looking for something to help you get basic to your roots, and nothing serves that purpose better than a taste of good old-fashioned nostalgia.-

Great. Now he’s trying to bring up the past again. I know that he’s trying to throw me off, but I couldn’t help but feel that his words were genuine for some reason…

Suddenly, I noticed something shining off in the distance. As I approached it, I saw something that I thought I would never have to see again in my life.

A Media Dimension Remote.

I approached the device, but as soon as I got close, the floor underneath me suddenly gave way, and I plummeted into a dark abyss. I blacked out for a few seconds and when I came to, I found myself in a dark chamber, with almost no light to be seen. As I stood up, a series of bright lights suddenly turned on, and I found myself facing what looked to be an obstacle course of some kind.

“Really? A tutorial level? Do you really think that is even appropriate these days? I mean, it is pretty cliché…”

-Stop saying that! I hate clichés! This is not some typical training course, gecko. This is a special course that I have designed for your benefit in order to see if you still have what it takes to be a hero. All you have to do is complete a small series of challenges, and you can grab that oh-so-delectable remote had being on your way. Besides, we have to maintain some form of continuity with the actual game and…well, the rest of that sentence is above your pay grade. Now, moving on with our adventure…!-

As soon as he had uttered those words, most of the floor beneath me vanished, and I found myself in a chasm, standing on a small platform. A series of platforms stood in front of me. Great. Jumping. This ought to be fun.

It wasn’t. I tried jumping once, and I landed a lot harder than I thought I was going to. My knees buckled for a second, and I felt pain in my lower legs. Yeah, I hadn’t done this in quite some time.

-What’s the matter, Gex? Feeling a bit rusty since your last excursion into the Media Dimension? Surely you’ve been trying to keep yourself in shape this whole time?-

“Shut your trap!”

I picked myself up and continued on my way. The jumping wasn’t too bad, but it did leave me wondering why exactly this was even happening. I expected to just be jumping through giant television screens by now, and instead I was playing a training game with this nutjob. What the hell was going on? It’s like he intentionally wanted this to feel like a game…

As I cleared the final gap, the platforms suddenly shifted directions, and I saw a rocket back where I had started. Now the platforms were at different heights. Looks like he wanted me to give the old Tail Bounce a try. I did…and it hurt a bit. I hadn’t used my tail like that in a long while, and the shock was a bit much for me. I almost didn’t make it to the other platform.

-Keep up, Gex; wouldn’t want to see you so out of shape that you don’t even make it past the obstacle course.-

I finally reached the end of the trail again, and as I stood near the rocket, I saw it start to spark and fizzle. I latched onto it with my paws as tightly as I could, and rode it as it blasted off and flew across a void in the distance, depositing me on what looked to be a sandy box.

-And now, onto the main event. But, before that…DUCK!-

I did exactly that, and I felt the energy of a powerful laser just barely slip past me.

-Good reflexes. But let’s see how you handle…this!-

The ground beneath me started to rumble, and as I looked on, a small group of walking television sets appeared out of the dust. But these were not the machines I was used to facing. Their screens were nothing but static, and they seem to move like insects more than machines, huddling together in a swarm as they approached me.

Let’s see how your fighting skills have changed over the years. Hopefully, you won’t be too rusty on this one. Hahahahaha!

His laughing was already starting to get on my nerves. I readied my tail for action, and as soon as I saw those little monsters get close to me, I let them have it…and heard something crack in my tail. Yeah,
I hadn’t bene using that much either at all these past 16 years either. The pain wasn’t very strong, though, so I gave it all I had and Tail Whipped the crud out of these annoying roaches. They went down fairly quickly, but I soon noticed that more were coming…and even more after that…and even more after THAT…

They just keep coming. They were coming in endless droves, and there seemed to be no way of getting away from them. It was at that moment I noticed a series of platforms appear in the distance, but they we too far away for me to reach with a simple jump. He was coaxing me into trying a Tail Kick. This was so reminiscent of my last adventure in the Media Dimension…why was he forcing me to relive this nonsense…?

I took a running leap, and just as it seemed the swarm of machines was going to throw me off the sand box I was standing on, I flung myself off, tail pointed towards the horizon, and just barely made it onto the platform. I heard a loud sound behind me, and as I turned to look back, I saw the sandbox drop into oblivion, the dozens of crawling machines on it falling into the abyss beyond the point where my eyes could even detect their presence. The platform I was standing on started to rise, and I found myself back where I had started somehow, with the remote floating in front of me. I grabbed it, and I heard the screeching sound of static suddenly. I checked around the corner, and found what I had been looking for before. A giant television set stood in front of me, its screen aglow with light. There was a colorful cartoon picture on it, and as I read the words in front of me, a chill suddenly went down my spine. It couldn’t be…no, there was no way…

It was Toon TV. But something was different. There was a label of sorts slapped on the title, so it actually read as Neo Toon TV.

“And… what exactly is the deal with this?”

-Oh, don’t you like it? You see, Gex, what your government agents tried to warn you about is that I have managed to resurrect most if not all of the worlds that you destroyed during your fights with my predecessor. But I can assure you, things will not be so easy as they used to be. I’ve done my best to bump up security in these older worlds, and I think that you will agree that I’ve managed to make it a bit more difficult to traverse than before. But I suppose the only way that you will know is if you decide to step in and take a look.-

I paused for a moment to consider what was going on. This monster was clearly toying with me, testing me for his own amusement...yet why? That obstacle course made no sense at all. It had no purpose in this story, to be honest; it was like something ripped out of a video game. What was this guy’s game?

Everything was happening so fast, but I should be used to that by now, right? If he was going to bring back enemies from the past, then I had every right to deal with them as needed. It was time to look back and find an inner strength…a personality in me…that had long since died.

I picked myself up from my slouched positon, straightened my tail, and leapt straight into the television set. I was ready to get this over and done with, and no matter what it took, I was going to get out of this pace alive.  I didn’t want to say it out loud, because it would seem so cliché at this point…but there was only one phrase going through my mind at this point. A single catchphrase that had once served as an identifying marker for me, something that defined who I was in the past. If ReRun was so intent on living through the glory days once again, than I was going to give him an old-school beat down unlike anything that he had ever seen.

It was tail-time.

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I know that I really shouldn’t have been toying with him, but I secretly wanted him to succeed to some degree. I wanted to see him at his prime again, fighting and kicking ass wherever he decided to point his tail towards. That lovely, shapely tail…

The obstacle course was indeed a bit cliché, but it was all part of the plan. I need him to think that I am insane, just like my predecessor…I need him to play my game instead of try and manipulate it. I am the one manipulating others here. This is my world, and I’m going to make sure that he plays by my rules, and my rules alone. That, and it seemed rude not to include a training level in this story when there clearly is one present in…well, let’s just say that it feels appropriate for the sake of nostalgia.

I must admit that I was still strangely excited that he had decided to come, but a threat to one’s family is usually enough to sway the thoughts of others. Of course he had no idea that I was lying to him, but that’s fine by me; a little white lie rarely hurt anyone severely.

As I sat back in my chair and looked at him as he entered a Media Dimension world for the first time in 16 years, I wondered if this was a good idea. A smart villain would trounce any hero the moment they showed up at their doorstep. Yet here I was, practically letting him waltz right into my establishment. Was this the right move? Was my insatiable curiosity going to get the better of me?

I guess there was only one way to find out. It was time to see if this gecko still had the power and wit that he used to have…
Gex: A ReRun of Fallen Glory - Chapter 2
This is the third chapter of my proposed story/story-line for my idea of a new Gex game. I am planning to invest a lot of time and energy into this project, and I can only hope that it will be justified in light of the work that I am more well-known for.

Here, Gex is put through an oddly out-of-place obstacle course and gathers a remote for Neo Toon TV, preparing himself for another adventure.

Note: Where you see dashed lines, there is a change in narrator from Gex to ReRun.
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Gex: A ReRun of Fallen Glory
Chapter 1: Something Old, Something New

Once you’ve hit the highpoint of your life, things just go downhill. I never thought things would turn out the way they did for me, and all I can do is regret the decisions I made when I was younger. To think that I was going to be able to live that way forever…what a fool I was.

Oh, sorry, I haven’t introduced myself. The name’s Gex.

I’d tell you my story, but I don’t think it would really do much good for me. I used to be the coolest gecko on earth. I had it all: money, style, women…one in particular…

But when your purpose has been served, sometimes all that you have worked on perfecting suddenly isn’t worth what you thought it was.

I used to work for the government, beating the pants off of a monster named Rez. He thought he could terrorize and rule the world through the power of bad television, but I set him straight on numerous occasions. The third one was the last time I saw him…and the last time I saw any joy in my life.

I’m sitting in my house right now, doing what I do best: watching television. Every single day, from the moment I wake to the moment I go to sleep, I am watching programs from across the globe. I got a pretty sweet hookup from the government after destroying Rez completely: access to television channels across the world in any country that has the budget to put something on. It was great for a while, but with the way things are today, it’s only a reminder that the world sucks everywhere and that I shouldn’t be complaining all that much. I don’t have to really do anything; all of the money I got after my dad died is still paying my way through life, though for how much longer I’m not even sure. I try to keep active, but I’m not the same as I used to be. Nowadays it just feels like I’m turning into a giant potato, though to be honest my figure hasn’t suffered that much.

Ah, the good old days…blasting through the Media Dimension, kicking ass and taking names all over the place…man, I used to be something. But it’s been so long since I had the chance to do that…

I was a fool to think that my smart mouth and odd set of skills would be enough to make me a great agent for the government, but after that accident in Montreal…

You know what? Forget I even mentioned Montreal. Just thinking the name is enough to make the scars inside hurt again…

After that incident, I was forced to leave the service and go home without a job. I could go out and get one but what’s the point? I’ll just do something stupid to try and relive my former glory, and that won’t work because I’ll get fired and…well, I don’t think I can relive that kind of glory…

If you knew me back in the day, you would never think that the hopeless loser talking to you right now is the same gecko, but times change. The 90’s were a great decade for television, but it just isn’t the same. Now television is no longer the gateway to foreign lands; they have YouTube and crap like that to fill that role. It’s just not the same, though…it never will be…

The world has moved on and forgotten me for the most part, and I guess I can’t complain too much about that. Hell, if my younger-self walked into this room and looked at me, he would laugh and just move on like the rest of them. Things were pretty grim…my glory days were long behind me, and now all I had to look forward to was my favorite pastime…every single day of my life. It’s sad really…that it has gotten to the point where even television depresses me. Pop culture has turned into a different beast than what I am used to…politics are bleeding into every aspect of people’s lives, and usually not in a good way…my family is practically being hunted by the world…

Oh, yeah, I forgot to mention that, didn’t I? Yeah, it turns out when you use your money to buy ridiculously expensive places and agencies, it tends to have some unintended consequences. I would rather not talk about it…it’s another sore spot in my life…

So, yeah…there’s that. I’d make a snide remark if I could, but I’ve run out of them at this point. I’ve run out of everything. I suppose the day that I lose television will be the day I finally go insane and murder everyone within a 10 mile radius of my place…

A lot of other things have happened over these past few years, but I think I’ve bored you long enough with my story, so let’s get on to the main event.

I was sitting on my couch not too long ago, watching television, when my phone suddenly rang. That set me off right then and there, because no one has called me in…well, practically years at this point. I picked up the phone and answered with the best attitude I really could have conjured up at that moment.

“What the hell do you want?”

‘Gex, this is the Executive Director of Media Dimension Counterstrike Operations.’

“Nice try. That branch got closed down 16 years ago.”

‘I know; it was just resurrected a few days ago.’

My interest was piqued; the government has no problem opening random branches of services for a little cash, but this was not the branch that I would have spent any funds on.

“What do you want? If you are holding an anniversary party, I’m not in the mood for…”

‘The Media Dimension has become active again.’

I froze for a moment. This was impossible.

“Rez is dead. There is no way…”

‘It’s not Rez. We have a new target for you. Someone trying to outdo him.’

Outdo Rez? That was a laugh. They didn’t come as whimsical or insane as him those days, and they still don’t. But now I was actually interested a bit…

“What’s the deal with the new guy? A wannabe?”

‘No; this one is serious. More serious than even Rez. He has sent messages to multiple former staff members and has raised a great deal of concern. We have bene given permission to bring back the branch and investigate this individual to see what his game is. Here, I’ll play you what we have received.’

I hear the line cut out for a moment, then I heard a recording.

-Greetings, people of the real world. My name is ReRun, and I am the future ruler of a utopia to be built in honor of peace and fair play. The Neo Media Dimension has risen from the ashes of old, and it is hungry for a taste of reality. It is my intention to fuse the real world with my new empire to create a haven where the definition of reality no longer applies. A place where the real and the fantastical live together in harmony, and where justice shall be wrought only under my own gavel. I will rule this new world and ensure its safety, but in doing so, I’m afraid that the old vanguard must fall and be replaced. I am poised to start my expansion immediately, but I am feeling chivalrous. I challenge you to send your strongest fighter to my new empire and demonstrate to me that the real word deserves to be left alone. And you know exactly what warrior I am talking about. Green and blue, scales, smart-mouthed…it shouldn’t take much thought to understand who I am referencing. Send him to the Neo Media Dimension using the coordinates hidden in the audio of this message. Time is short, so make your move quickly. Send anyone else, and they will be destroyed. Send him now. There is no other ultimatum.-

As the recording stopped, I found myself confused. It definitely wasn’t Rez…I didn’t hear his deep voice at all…merely a medium-range, slightly…gayish voice. Hey, I have nothing against gay people…I’m just saying his voice sort of had that kind of sound to it.

“Great. So he knows of me. Send someone else in to do the job, I’m not interested…”

‘We have already lost three squads; they were cut down the moment they entered this new Media Dimension. They never had a chance. Gex, please, you have to…’

I hung up immediately. I wasn’t going to go and do their dirty work again after what they had done to me. Screw the world; it didn’t care much about me anymore, so why should I care about it? Heck, if this fusion thing happened, I would be better off in my life than ever. I was about the rip the phone line out again when the phone rang. I picked it up out of frustration.

“Leave me alone!”

-Oh, I’m afraid that I cannot do that Gex.-

I froze again. It was that voice again. The one that called itself ReRun.

-I must say, your voice is a bit gruffer than what I have heard on some of my predecessor’s old tapes, but there is still no denying it: you are the one. I am honored to finally have the chance to speak to you.-

My jaw clamped shut for a moment, as I waited for a tyrannical tirade to begin. But what I got was something different entirely…

-I know that the government just called you and begged for your help, but you refused. I would highly recommend that you reconsider the offer, not just for your own sake but…for the sake of your family. I know that you care for them deeply even though you haven’t always agreed with them, and I have forces prepared to storm their homes and hideaways right now. But I’m giving you a chance to keep them safe. I just want you. No one else. I had to kill all of those armed security forces they sent in with my bare hands, and I hate to get my hands dirty with the blood of humans. It’s so hard to get out of metal in this side of the multiverse…

I know that you want to regain what you lost Gex. I know everything about you. I know your childhood, your family, your partners…your…former partners…hahahaha! I’m sorry, I probably shouldn’t have mentioned that…but it’s something to keep in mind. But knowing is simply not enough. I want to see you, gecko; I want to see you, touch you, hear you, all at once…ah, that sweet voice of yours…it’s almost music to my ears…

Come back to your old haunt. Things are not quite the same as you left them, I can assure you that, but I think that you will still love what I have done with the place. It’s much more…appealing than what it used to be. I even promise that I won’t try and kill you the moment you step foot in my new abode. No, I am looking to see if you are the same Gex that I have heard of in legend. The denizens of the worlds you left to die remember you, Gex…they all remember. I revived them all, and I have learned much of you in the process. But it is not enough. I need to study you. Only when I have finished my research will I make a decision as to whether or not the real world is worth letting go.

Are you a washed-up has-been, or do you still have a smart mouth and quick tail like you used to? Let’s find out, shall, we? I will be waiting for you, Gex; do not disappoint. Or you will face consequences unlike any you could possibly imagine.

The phone abruptly went dead. I stood there in a state of shock and anger. Who the hell did this guy think he was? Taunting me, threatening my family…typical stuff for a megalomaniacal villain. Yet there was something about his voice…something that just chilled me to the bone. There was no hyperbole, no echoing subliminal phrases, no snappy quotes…just straightforward and borderline nonchalant. This was new. I could handle crazy, but…a bad guy that is so deliberate in what he says? Color me curious, but…I didn’t think those kind of villains existed outside of humans these days.

I had a lot to thin about…I mean, how was this even going to work? If I went and did this job, would it really make things better? Would I really be saving the world? Will my family be safe? Hell, will I be safe? Not that I really cared too much for my own personal safety; I think my career demonstrates that quite clearly…

There was so much to think about…and then I noticed something odd. My tail was twitching. The last time it twitched like that…

I made up my mind right then and there. What the heck; I’ll do the government’s dirty work again. But only because this monster had something personal going on with me. The fact that he had my number…he must have bene spying on all of us this entire time. And the government doesn’t even realize it… he’s good.

I hit redial on my phone and got the agency again (the fact that it wasn’t a hotline to the ReRun Inn only made me feel even more creeped out by this thing) and told the government I was willing to go...but only if they could get my wardrobe back in order. They agreed, and the next thing I knew, I was being driven from my home to a facility in the middle of nowhere...

I was given an assortment of upgraded gadgets before being briefed on some of the finer details of the situation. It turns out that ReRun had been a lot more active than I thought. It took years for Rez to assemble his various armies, but ReRun had managed to create an empire larger than all of Rez’s forces ever combined in the span of only a few months. I have to hand it to him; that was pretty impressive. If he were to storm the real world right now, there would be no chance of winning; the number of worlds under his thumb was simply too immense for all the military in the world, let alone that in a single country. So far, ReRun hadn’t given anyone a reason to really fear him outside of his words, but I guess that the mere chance of him bringing about a virtual apocalypse was enough to make some of the higher-ups start shaking in their boots. Still a bunch of rookies after all of these years…

With a state-of-the-art remote storage unit and wristwatch communication device in hand, I prepared to step on their warp-tunnel-thingamajig and back into the world that had made and broken my life. They told me that they were going to keep in constant contact with me to make sure everything went alright (some help that felt like it was going to be). Somebody in the back flipped a switch, there was light everywhere, and then suddenly…it all went black.

Moments later, a bright light surged forward, and when I opened my eyes, I saw…something that I did not totally except. It looked like I was in the waiting room for a professional clown college. There were some couches and chairs, computer terminals, and bright colors everywhere. It actually looked pretty inviting…if you were a six-year-old. At my age, it just gave me the willies. Suddenly, there was an ear-piercing screech from my wristwatch communication device, and then a voice…and not the one I wanted to hear.

-Ah, Gex, you made it! How wonderful! I knew those pitiful humans would get scared enough to send you back, though I will admit that they acted a bit more quickly than I had envisioned. You will have to forgive me, but I’m afraid that I can’t let them keep constant tabs on you…so I’ve overrode your communication channel with my own signal. Hope you don’t mind me talking the entire time you’re getting attacked and shot at! Hahahaha! Though to be honest, the view isn’t all that bad from here…you still look rather dashing, I must say.-

Well, it had only been a minute in this strange place, and now I wanted to kill myself. What a great start to an adventure, huh?

As I questioned the intelligence of my choice to return, he continued to talk. And I continued to tell myself that I had stepped in a hole far larger than I could have ever imagined possible...

-Gex, allow me to reintroduce myself. My name is ReRun, and this is MY territory now.

Welcome to the Neo Media Dimension!-
Gex: A Rerun of Fallen Glory - Chapter 1
This is the second chapter of my proposed story/story-line for my idea of a new Gex game. I am planning to invest a lot of time and energy into this project, and I can only hope that it will be justified in light of the work that I am more well-known for.

Here, we finally get to meet our title hero, see that life has not exactly been...kind to him, and start to see the beginning of what will likely be a very long awkward series of conversations. It's time to start our adventure at last!
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I've been doing some finishing touches on my 'project' for a new Gex game in response to learning about the freeing of its IP usage, and in doing so, I have to admit something...I like it.

I haven't felt this interested in a project like this in quite some time. It's a different feeling than when I write my normal work. I have the chance...to expand. To let my imagination wander where it wishes, to let inspiration hit me at its whim...

And a few minutes ago, it just hit me like a ton of bricks. An idea for a story came to me, and it is so good that I'm practically foaming at the mouth to reveal it...except the glorious idea that hit me was for an ending. An ending that needs a story to lead up to it.

So...I have made a decision. I am turning my video game idea...

Into a comprehensive story. Not just a script; a literary transformation of sound and sight into words. An illustrative manuscript.

And the best part is that I don't have to call it fan-fiction, because it isn't. Not as long as the IP for Gex is being offered to the wolves. And I'm taking my bite of it.

Now, I don't know how frequently I will be uploading things, especially since my hand cramps have been acting up again and I might be coming into some work outside of here in the next few weeks...

But every now and then you get a literary itch you just have to scratch, and I have plenty of great ideas in store for all of you that I think you will find intriguing. This will be a story not just for fans of the Gex series, but for everyone. A story that no longer can be defined by a niche market. A real story.

Expect a Prologue soon, and then the beginning of what is going to be a LONG story. Just forgive me if I don't make a lot of pop culture references in my work, because...I'm not that into pop culture...

Actually, if any of you could help me with that, I would appreciate it. All of the worlds I created in my description of the Neo Media Dimension will be up for grabs, so if you could volunteer yourself as a pop culture specialist in any particular area, I am open for business.

I also still need to find an artist that can give my creation, ReRun, a face that everyone can imagine. I don't know what I can offer, but since I have decided to pursue this story at full force, I might be able to grant some literary favors to ideas or suggestions to minor bits of the story. We can work out the details when it comes time.

The beginning of a new chapter in my literary career has begun. I have no idea where it is going to take me, and it likely might take me nowhere...but wherever I go, I am not alone. I have ReRun by my side...and hopefully, all of you. Let's make this happen, people!

P.S. I am going to try and write at least two chapters a day, barring any unexpected delays or events that may happen. I can't promise that I am going to be able to make a lot of pop culture references, but I think we can all agree that 90's humor, even with modern culture, wears thin a little bit. As such, my portrayal of Gex will be a bit darker than he was before, but I chalk that up to his development as a character over these past 21 years since his very first adventure.
  • Mood: Eager
  • Listening to: Ultra Violet from "Devil May Cry"
  • Reading: My scribbling of plot details
  • Watching: Tales From The Crypt
  • Playing: All Gex games
  • Eating: Nothing
  • Drinking: Milk

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Mutitus
Patrick R. Nolan
Artist | Professional | Literature
United States
Hello; my name is Professor Wormwood, otherwise known as Mutitus.

My tale is both short and long, but I won't bore you with all the details. I originally became interested in deviantART through a chance encounter with some art that I found quite pleasing. From there, I began my journey through this marvelous place, taking on various guises and images until I finally came upon my current position, the Official Professor of Pokemon for the U.S. State of Pennsylvania.

Here, I dedicate my life to showing the world just how real Pokemon are and how fundamental they are to understanding both how the real world works and how thin the boundary between fantasy and reality truly is. I have been an active part of the Pokémon universe ever since I was a child, and it has opened my eyes to the greater laws that govern the universe and in turn where I stand as an individual in the sea of life that exists on this tiny little planet in an otherwise unexciting corner of space. I owe my incredible writing abilities and imagination to this world, and the best way I can repay my debt, as far as I figure, is to bring reality to a world where it is commonly rejected and in turn help even casual players of the series interact with their games in a way that is otherwise beyond what the creators of the series are willing to go.

Outside of here, I am attending Graduate School at SUNY UB; my specialty training is in geology and invertebrate paleontology, particularly in regards to Late Silurian plants, algae and fungi, and right now I am working to further specialize in Mid Ordovician graptolites. I am exceptionally skilled at mathematics and all sciences in general, though I am particularly knowledgeable in the fields of geology, paleontology, astronomy and theoretical physics. I do not know if there is more to life than what we live through on the Earth we know and love, but knowing that ghosts are real, I can only hope that there is at least some sort of existence beyond life.

For now, this is all that needs to be said; if I feel like opening up, though, perhaps I will reveal more of my secrets to the world. Regardless, I will continue to serve my friends and colleagues as a vigilant nobleman and protector of the truth...now, and for all eternity.

Current Residence: Pennsylvania, USA
Favorite genre of music: All but Rap and Country music
Favorite style of art: Anthro
Operating System: Galaxy
Favorite cartoon character: Sonic the Hedgehog
Favorite/Patron Villain: Rez, Lord of the Media Dimension
Personal Quote: Look beyond The Facade, and see the truth that lies before you.
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CerisBeech Featured By Owner 2 days ago  Student Writer
Thank you for the favorite, professor!
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AgentRidley Featured By Owner Edited 4 days ago
Thanks for the llama ;)
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Joetheteamrocketguy Featured By Owner Edited May 20, 2015  New Deviant
!professor! thanks for te watch
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Mutitus Featured By Owner 4 days ago  Professional Writer
No problem; it's nice that you finally decided to get your own account.
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Joetheteamrocketguy Featured By Owner 4 days ago  New Deviant
saldy, thoug, im still probably gonna use comannderrxs acount to comment,cause we share the same computer, and its a pain logging in to them 1 after the other
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Snarf1089 Featured By Owner May 20, 2015  Student Digital Artist
'Ello. Just wanted drop by and tell you that even though writing may be a bit discouraging, your report are still incredibly fun to read and very inspiring  Especially when it comes to drawing and coming up with ideas for pokemon xD)

I admire your writing skills :3
(I remember reading one of your reports back in 2011. even before I had joined deviantart o_0)
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Mutitus Featured By Owner 4 days ago  Professional Writer
Thank you; the support is greatly appreciated. Things have been in a bit of a slump lately in regards to my personal life, but I am doing my best to put myself back on track. :)
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AgentRidley Featured By Owner May 16, 2015
Thanks for adding me ;)
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Mutitus Featured By Owner 4 days ago  Professional Writer
You are quite welcome; anyone kind enough to watch me deserves the same in return.
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