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Countrybrawl Story Mode Plotline (So Far..)

JTjtime12•Created December 20, 2024
Countrybrawl Story Mode Plotline (So Far..)
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Hey everyone! So, I've been working on a concept for a smash bros styled Countryball game called "Countrybrawl" with some of my IRL friends. I've been concocting a plot for it, with a bit of help from AI. (for the writing, not the plot itself) The plot is sort of a parody of Sonic Forces with some of its own elements. So, I thought I'd show you what I have so far! Without further ado, enjoy! The crisis begins in Argentina, where a small but ominous spacecraft makes first contact. "¡DIOS MÍO! ¡ALIENS! ¡NO ME GUSTA!" Argentina shouts in panic, immediately galloping to notify the United Nations while dropping his mate in terror. "YOOO these alien dudes picked the wrong planet to mess with! Time for some FREEDOM delivery!" America declares while pulling out two oversized hamburger-shaped guns. The Reichtangle merely scoffs, unleashing their Order Crystals. "Like, what the heck is that supposed to- OH SNAP IS THAT THE CONFEDERACY?" America stumbles backward as historical phantoms materialize. With Earth quickly falling under Reichtangle control, the surviving nations establish their resistance base in Kilbrittain, Ireland. "Oi mate, at least we got some good beer here!" Ireland attempts to lighten the mood. "ACHTUNG! Ve must organize ze resistance mit MAXIMUM EFFICIENCY und PRECISION!" Germany declares, slamming his clipboard onto the table. "Frankreich, you will be ze general." France twirls dramatically, "Honhonhon, oui! I shall lead ze charge with ze elegance of a fresh croissant~" "Russland! You are being heavy weapons specialist!" Germany continues. "ДА, СЭР! I WILL CRUSH PUNY SPACE INVADERS WITH GLORIOUS SOVIET- er, I mean, MODERN RUSSIAN ENGINEERING!" Russia booms while hugging his tank. "Österreich, you handle ze finances." "Crikey mate, I'll keep the dollarydoos flowing!" Australia chirps. "...I said ÖSTERREICH... eh, whatever." When it comes to Poland's turn, Germany visibly hesitates. "Und... eh... Polen... you just... sit there und look pretty, ja?" Poland slouches in their chair while the other nations awkwardly avoid eye contact. Hope emerges when intelligence reveals America is alive. "I can into space rescue!" Poland suddenly announces. Germany spits out his beer. "NEIN NEIN NEIN!" But France intervenes: "Mon amour, perhaps-" "ABSOLUT NEIN!" "But ze petit Pologne-" "GOTT IN HIMMEL, FINE! But don't come crying when..." "Who designs these space controls?!" Poland grumbles while attempting stealth in French Guiana. "Is button for go up or button for explode?" Meanwhile, at resistance HQ, Germany watches the mission feed with mounting anxiety, stress-eating his fourth bratwurst. At the orbital prison, America faces his Confederate phantom. "Hey Monaco- wait, no, Indonesia? Whatever you are, what took ya so long?" America shouts as alarms start blaring. "I AM POLSKA! P-O-L-S-K-A!" Poland responds exasperatedly through the facility's speakers. Germany, monitoring from base command, just facepalms while muttering "Mein gott, how does he mix up Polen with Monaco..." After an intense battle, America and Poland make their escape. "Dude, you're like, totally radical for a... uh... which country are you again?" America grins as they pilot the escape pod. Germany's voice crackles over the radio: "Ja, zat is POLEN, you dummkopf. Ze one who's been in NATO with us since 1999?" America cheerfully responds, "Ohhh right! The one next to Sweden!" causing another collective facepalm at resistance headquarters. "Ach, about ze shuttle Polen..." Germany begins awkwardly back at base, adjusting his collar. "Ze thing is... it vas actually on autopilot ze whole time. Ve couldn't risk... you know..." Poland's eyes widen in betrayal. "What you mean? I... I did INTO SPACE by myself! I was hero!" they protest, voice cracking. "Nein, Polen... Ze coordinates were pre-programmed. Ze big red button you thought launched ze rockets? It just... activated ze coffee maker." Germany explains while France winces sympathetically in the background. Poland slumps against the wall, their usual enthusiasm deflating like a pierced pieróg. "So... I cannot even into space after all..." (Ends here for now lol.)

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Project ID1113298909
CreatedDecember 20, 2024
Last ModifiedDecember 22, 2024
SharedDecember 22, 2024
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