how to make a decision eggman style

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"Expression through Writing"

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-Ivo Robotnik-

A few weeks passed since the events in Gulmira. Sitting at the desk, I scrolled through the news feed. The headline, "Iron Man," stood out prominently. The sight of the name triggered a brief, warm sense of satisfaction.

Setting the paper aside, I leaned back, my mind briefly wandering. After a moment, I returned to my work, typing out schematics for the next phase of my projects, focused and deliberate.

Me:this should be the night where Obadiah Stane becomes the iron monger?

Switching between screens, I monitored the live feed from outside Stark Industries' Sector 16. The Spector drone hovered in stealth, its x-ray function revealing the nearly completed Iron Monger suit. Observing the lack of an arc reactor, I confirmed the timeline—tonight would be the clash between Iron Man and Iron Monger.

Choosing not to intervene, I redirected my focus. Opening the project files, I reviewed my notes. Project "6" was nearing completion, while two other projects remained in development. One continued to face setbacks with electrical overloads causing critical components to melt. Still, I was confident a solution would present itself in time.

Me:maybe I should use a little bit of vibranium 

Reviewing the vibranium reserves in my possession, I paused in hesitation. Though a significant amount remained, I'd already used a portion to create the new and improved arc reactor for a long-term project. The thought of acquiring more vibranium from Wakanda or Talokan crossed my mind, but I quickly dismissed it—my resources weren't sufficient to engage with their forces. Patience was key.

Instead, I shifted my focus to the cloning device for inorganic materials, which I had been developing for some time. Nearing completion, it was ready for a trial run. Failure, though unlikely, would only serve as a stepping stone for further improvements. Confident in my work, I prepared to test the device, ensuring everything was calibrated to perfection.

Me:bring in the egg pawn

The cloning machine stood tall, a sleek chamber with glowing panels and an airtight door. As the door slid open with a faint hiss, one of my egg pawns obediently stepped inside, its mechanical frame reflecting the soft light from the chamber's interior.

Though cloning something simpler, like a chair or pillow, would have been a safer choice, I opted for the egg pawn. Its complex internal systems—wires, circuits, and moving parts—would serve as the ultimate test of the machine's capabilities. Would the cloning process successfully replicate the intricate mechanisms and functionality, or would the result be nothing more than a hollow, non-functional husk?

Pressing a sequence of buttons on the control panel, I activated the machine. The chamber hummed to life, lights flickering as energy coursed through the system. A faint glow surrounded the egg pawn, signaling the process had begun. I watched intently, eager to see whether my invention would live up to my expectations.

Me: initiate scanning 

The machine emitted a high-pitched whir as it scanned the egg pawn, beams of light tracing its mechanical frame. Before I could adjust any settings, sparks flew from the control panel, followed by thick black smoke. The chamber rattled violently before a deafening boom shattered the silence, sending the egg pawn into a shower of fragmented pieces.

I stared at the smoldering remains inside the chamber, the metallic shards reflecting the faint glow of the machine's failing lights. Instead of frustration, I felt a calm, almost amused sense of inevitability. Of course, a breakthrough like this wouldn't come without setbacks.

Without hesitation, I grabbed a nearby notepad and began jotting down notes on what went wrong—overloaded circuits, energy miscalculation, unstable cloning matrix. All variables I could easily improve with a bit of time. The machine may have failed, but I hadn't. This was just another step toward perfection.

Me: {guess no mass robots production for now}

Leaving the lab behind, I settled into the living room, exhaustion creeping in after the cloning machine's failure. The weight of constant work and endless projects was catching up, and even I knew it was time to take a break. Leaning back in the chair, my mind began to wander, and soon the idea of a vacation started to take shape.

Pulling out a large map, I spread it across the table, scanning potential destinations to unwind and recharge. With Orbot, Cubot, and Sage positioned nearby, I let my eyes drift over the map, evaluating possibilities. A break was well-deserved, and soon, I would decide where to go.

Me:we're going on a vacation so pick a location 

Orbot:how about the lake I bought fish bait 

Cubot:let's go to the beach

Sage:Paris I heard it's nice this time of year 

Me:looks like we need to settle this decision you know the rules 

I smile as I begin getting stuff ready after a few minutes With everything prepared, I sat back in my chair, observing as the training room shifted into a vast, dense forest. Unlike the usual methods of settling disagreements, our approach was far more strategic—The Robot War Zone. A hybrid of the Hunger Games and Capture the Flag, it replaced human participants with Egg Pawns, each controlled by either Orbot, Cubot, or Sage. Each commander had two units under their control, and the rules were straightforward: capture the flag or eliminate all enemy Egg Pawns. The last bot standing would determine the victor.

Pressing a button, I activated the battlefield, and a large screen displayed the positions and status of the Egg Pawns. From my vantage point, I watched as the commanders issued their first orders, their mechanical soldiers vanishing into the thick foliage, ready to outmaneuver and outgun their opponents. The game had begun.

Me: {I should do this more often}

Switching to the live feed, I observed two yellow Egg Pawns under Cubot's command cautiously scanning the battlefield. The forest provided plenty of cover, but that didn't stop a sudden laser blast from striking one of them. The impact sent it stumbling back, its arm severed but still operational.

Reacting swiftly, the second yellow Egg Pawn fired in the direction of the attack. The shot landed, and from the cover emerged two black Egg Pawns—Sage's units. With their positions exposed, the battle escalated into a full-blown shootout, laser fire cutting through the trees as both sides maneuvered for an advantage. Sparks flew as shots connected, the clash intensifying with every passing second.

Me:where's orbots units?

Observing the display, I tracked Orbot's units, noting their scattered positions. He had them split up to cover more ground—risky, but given the intense firefight between Cubot's and Sage's units, it seemed like a viable strategy. Suddenly, a loud beep signaled the destruction of Cubot's last unit, leaving only Orbot and Sage to battle for victory.

Switching to the live feed, I spotted a dark red Egg Pawn—Orbot's unit—stumbling upon the black flag marked with Sage's face. Without hesitation, it grabbed the flag and bolted toward its base. The escape seemed promising until a well-aimed blast struck, severing the Egg Pawn's leg and sending it crashing to the ground. Struggling to crawl forward, it barely had time to react before a black Egg Pawn—Sage's unit—strode forward, raised its arm, and fired the finishing shot, obliterating the downed bot before reclaiming the flag.

With the match now at a tense 1v2, the victorious black Egg Pawn began its trek back to base. Just as it neared safety, a sudden blast from an unseen attacker struck its head, rendering it inoperable. The battlefield was now even—a final showdown between one last Egg Pawn from each side.

Orbot's remaining dark red unit cautiously advanced, retrieving the flag and making a break for its base. Victory seemed imminent until it reached home, only to find a black Egg Pawn lying in wait. The two machines raised their weapons and unleashed a flurry of shots, weaving and dodging while trading hits. Sparks flew as damage accumulated on both sides, but just as Orbot's Egg Pawn lined up another shot, its weapon jammed.

Seizing the advantage, the black Egg Pawn wasted no time. A final, precise blast struck Orbot's last unit, reducing it to scrap. The screen displayed the results—Sage had won.

Me:Paris it is 

Cubot:(shows up) I can't believe I was taken out first 

Orbot:(shows up) don't worry cubot maybe next time you'll win

Sage:(appears) next time but for now I have won 

With Sage declared the winner, the destination was set—Paris. Gathering what was needed, we headed to the garage, piled into the car, and drove straight to my personal hangar. Inside, my private jet awaited, prepped and ready for departure.

Boarding the aircraft, we settled in as the engines roared to life, propelling us toward the sky. While cruising, I briefly considered intervening in Tony's upcoming battle with Iron Monger but dismissed the thought—he had already won that fight before, and there was no need to change what was inevitable.

With that settled, I leaned back in my seat, ready to enjoy the trip. Paris awaited.

Me:{maybe I'll create a badnik to croissant}

-3rd POV-

As night fell, chaos unfolded. Pepper Potts uncovered the shocking truth—Obadiah Stane had orchestrated the hit on Tony's life, working with the Ten Rings. Before Tony could act, Stane ambushed him, using a sonic paralyzer to render him helpless. With ruthless efficiency, he tore the arc reactor from Tony's chest, leaving him to die as he powered up his massive Iron Monger suit.

Desperate and weakened, Tony reached for the first arc reactor—the one he had built in captivity. Though outdated and weaker, it was enough to keep him alive and power the Mark III suit for one final fight.

The battle was brutal. Outmatched in raw strength, Tony relied on his speed, ingenuity, and sheer determination. The fight raged across the city, with Tony barely staying ahead of Stane's relentless assault. Damaged and running out of power, Tony made a final gamble, instructing Pepper to overload Stark Industries' massive arc reactor.

As Stane stood over him, victory within reach, the reactor surged to critical levels. A blinding explosion engulfed the Iron Monger, sending him plummeting into the reactor's core. The blast consumed him, leaving nothing behind.

The next morning, the world reeled from the events, but all attention turned to one moment. Standing before a crowd of reporters Tony stark stepped forward.the cameras flashed, reporters leaned in, and the air hung heavy with anticipation 

With a decision made in an instant Tony discarded the prepared statement in hand. A smirk formed as he glanced up at the expectant faces before him. In that moment everything changed 

Tony:I am iron man

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The next chapter will be my first Q&A so if you have any for the great ivo robotnik,sage,cubot, or orbot ask I'll choose 10 questions