Wherein Hot rod becomes Miles "Kamina" Prower.

For those who are just tuning in, this is a story I wrote when ten years old. As a result, the writing is... bad. Hilariously bad. Let's read!

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Hot rod V
The rebirth of Hot rod Because, y’know, otherwise the story would be over.


The awakening In which Hot Rod goes around collecting musical instruments in order to wake up a flying whale.
I woke up and heard someone say “Did you set his mind in an intelligent way, Max?” Not going to win an award for sentence clarity. I am pretty certain that was meant as, “Did you set his mind to be intelligent?” I heard this person Again, not very clear. I mean, you can tell what I mean by context, but it still should have been “a different person” or somesuch. say “I forget to set his mind as anything.” The person said back “You dummy! The whole experiment was a bust because of you! He’s mindless now!” Insert every politician joke ever. They left the room. I decided to actually let them know I was awake. It was too late, they left. Your reaction time could use some work, good sir. I was amazed by one thing (of many.) I didn’t have a human body. I had a fox body. Not a normal fox body, either. I had another body. It was the body of Tails (real name Miles). Oy… Yes, I was being serious. Just goes to show how much more sensible I’ve become with character design. I have characters such as Jariquez the giant owl comedian with psychic powers, Malcius the griffon/mimic hybrid wrestler, Todd the necromantic Rattata, Twippy the cartoon dog with a variety of weapons including a giant assault umbrella and a wind-up denture gun, Fledgeling the hemophobic blood mage giant bat, the fact that I, at time of writing, am representing myself as a 2’-tall anthropomorphic fox warrior with a Transformation Gun, which I used to zap myself into gum phoenix form, then using the gum phoenix magic to shapeshift into a gum bunny… So, as I was saying, I was much more sensible about character design back when I wrote this. The only thing I was missing was an explanation. I looked on the desk and found a folder holding my explanation. How convenient. I looked in the folder and found out how I was created. If I told you all of the details you’d be saying “What?” It involves a zebra, a rubber chicken, and half-eaten sandwich. I will make it simpler by just simply saying that I was created by copying, examining, and creating the image of Tails. Even virtual reality has virtual reality. The heck? I looked at the camera in the corner. I was in big trouble


Experiment 24 lives

I still wasn’t complaining. I was still alive. I heard footsteps. Running. Was I in trouble? Probably. After all, I said so at the end of the last section. The scientist came in a rush. Soon enough, I was standing in front of a doctor. She told me how the experiment went (not realizing I can read.)Considering that what she saw (or was told about) was footage of the Tails clone READING FROM THE FOLDER, you would think she would have picked up on it by now. Mayhaps she thought he was looking at the purdy pitchers? She was quick to offer me a drink. She picked out a bottle of red liquid. She offered me the drink. I didn’t accept it. Even though I was very thirsty I don’t trust a drink that’s called test 56. She told me “If you’re smart enough to read, you might know what pop is.” Those are two completely different types of knowledge. I reacted “That ain’t pop! That’s anything but pop! It ain’t even carbonated.” She said “You caught me. I just thought you might not know what an Eknadrink Ah, the tradition of me stringing random syllables together and hoping that it sounds epic begins. is.” I reacted “A what!?” she told me “An Eknadrink is a power drink. It gives a baby the power of the thought Eye tock gud. This was meant to be something like "the power and mental capacity." Seriously, did I forget to eat breakfast, that morning? of a nine-year-old. You should only take it once.” Little did she realize I was a year over that. I proved it to her by lifting a chair and telling her it was too easy. She asked me if I knew how to fly. I did it. I did it without use of wings or any special power And on the first try, without practice. (if you have the game you’ll know.) And if you don’t, the author apparently doesn’t care about you. Jerk. Other people came rushing in. the woman said to max “you did set his mind. Or somebody else did.” Everybody said they didn’t. They were all stumped until I chimed in “I set my mind with years to perfect it!” they all thought that I was mindless. I continued with “Do you know who I am!? My plot-convenient sword is the sword that will pierce the heavens! I’m Hot rod!” “I mean, I look nothing like him and he is dead and buried, but, uh… Just take my word for it.” Max said “Hot rod’s dead.” I said “I know I died! I don’t know why but I was given another shot! Considering his current form, I’m guessing extra lives have something to do with it. I died from an ambush from the evil wizard.” They had one final test for me because they theorized that I (as in the first me) had no clue about the wizard’s name. They asked me and I answered “I don’t know. Nobody told me.” That didn’t convince them. Max said “I didn’t set his mind this way.” They put me in a virtual reality fighting game.Remember that statement in the first submission, that all media mentioned in this book is real? Oops. They knew I (as in the other me) was an excellent fighter. *snrk* Instead of Hot rod, the game put my name as experiment 24.