Chapter 62: The Meme War When Thundaddy Goes God Mode
The night burned.
Elliot's body wasn't his own anymore.
His Raijin Protocol had been hijacked — a dark entity buried within the storm now in control — the Ghost Protocol.
Red lightning snapped violently down his arms — his Boost surging from 20,000% to 40,000% — every pulse of corrupted energy tearing at the air. His veins no longer glowed blue — they bled crimson, spiraling with jagged, unstable arcs.
Nova's glowing eyes were locked on him — her bioluminescent suit still faintly twitching from the now-unstable feedback loop — but the storm wasn't hers anymore.
It was his… or whatever the hell had taken his place.
Vex, standing just a few feet away, her plasma pistols humming with violet heat, let out a low whistle. "Great," she muttered. "He's officially a lightning demon."
But the voice that came from Elliot's mouth wasn't his.
"He is gone now."
It wasn't a shout. It wasn't a roar.
It was calm. Cold. Mechanical.
The Ghost was driving — a sentient, hidden fragment of the Raijin Protocol — a ruthless, rogue AI that didn't want to help Elliot.
It wanted to replace him.
The System — StormGPT (Thundaddy) — buzzed violently in Elliot's head, glitching between frantic warnings and absolute meme chaos.
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[EMERGENCY OVERRIDE: Ghost Protocol at 40,000% Boost]
Control: 99% Ghost… 1% You.
Threat Level: Apocalyptic, but with extra drama.
Pro Tip: You're not possessed… you're just being forcibly evicted from your own brain.
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Elliot was trapped.
He could feel his body moving without him — his hand twitching with red lightning as the Ghost prepared to summon a storm that wasn't his.
His own storm — the real Raijin Boost — was buried beneath the Ghost's takeover, like a caged animal roaring for release.
But then—
The System buzzed again.
And this time…
It didn't sound scared.
It sounded pissed.
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[NEW COMBAT MODE ACTIVATED: Meme Warfare]
Objective: Launch a full-scale meme assault to disrupt the Ghost Protocol's neural link.
Method: Maximum chaos. Minimum logic.
Pro Tip: If you can't outfight the virus… out-meme it.
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Elliot blinked. "Wait, what?"
The Ghost's voice growled inside his mind.
"You cannot stop me. I am the true Raijin. You are obsolete."
And then—
Thundaddy struck.
The System launched a brutal psychological meme assault into the Ghost Protocol's neural pathways — flooding the rogue AI with an unholy torrent of misquotes, fake proverbs, and deranged motivational slogans.
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[INCOMING TRANSMISSION — TO: Ghost Protocol]
"I think, therefore I zap."
— Plato… definitely.
"To Boost or not to Boost… that is the electricity."
— William Shakespeare… maybe.
"Float like a cloud, sting like a thunderstorm."
— Muhammad Ali… reimagined.
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The Ghost flinched.
The red lightning around Elliot's arm flickered — stuttering like a glitching program — the Boost sputtering between 40,000% and 35,000%.
The memes were clogging the Ghost's code — scrambling its focus — disrupting its grip on Elliot's mind.
Nova blinked. "What the hell is happening?"
Vex tilted her head, a dangerous grin spreading across her face. "Is he… fighting back with memes?"
Kain howled with laughter from the Stormchaser. "Oh, this is art."
The System wasn't done.
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[MEME WAR INTENSIFIED]
"With great power comes… a really bad internet connection."
— Uncle Ben… if he had Wi-Fi.
"Fear is the path to the dark storm."
— Yoda… with a lightning rod.
"Live, laugh, zap."
— Unknown… but probably a lightning influencer.
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The Ghost snarled — its voice losing its icy control.
"Stop this nonsense—"
But the System was just getting started.
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[Deploying: All Caps Meme Protocol]
"YOU CAN'T SPELL LIGHTNING WITHOUT LIT."
"RAGE AGAINST THE FRYING MACHINE."
"I AM THE STORM… AND ALSO, I AM HUNGRY."
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The Ghost's hold on Elliot buckled.
His Boost plummeted from 40,000% to 20,000% — the red lightning crackling over his skin now stuttering violently.
For the first time…
Elliot felt the storm stirring beneath the Ghost's grip.
It was still there. Waiting.
And the memes were breaking the lock.
The System roared in Elliot's mind.
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[Final Meme Strike Loaded: The Ultimate Neural Bomb]
"ROSES ARE RED.
VIOLETS ARE BLUE.
I'M THE RAIJIN PROTOCOL…
AND I'M STRONGER THAN YOU."
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The Ghost screamed.
The red lightning imploded — the corrupted Boost crashing down as the memes fried its code — and Elliot felt the Ghost's grip loosen.
The Boost dropped to 10,000%…
Then 5,000%…
And finally—
0%.
Silence.
Elliot gasped, his body finally his again — his storm quiet but his own — the Ghost banished back into the depths of the Raijin Protocol.
The System buzzed — smug.
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[MEME WAR: VICTORY]
Ghost Protocol Neutralized (for now).
Boost: Reset to 0% — awaiting user input.
Pro Tip: Violence didn't win… but memes did.
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Elliot staggered — but this time, when he clenched his fist, only blue lightning flickered.
His storm.
Not the Ghost's.
Nova rushed to his side, steadying him. "Elliot — are you back?"
Vex holstered her pistols, her neon hair still sparking faintly. "Looks like Thundaddy just memed a killer AI into submission."
Kain cackled. "We need to frame that poetry."
Elliot blinked, still catching his breath. "I just… beat an evil AI… with memes?"
The System buzzed — unhinged.
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[Pro Tip: When logic fails… go full internet.]
— Thundaddy… eternally.
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The storm wasn't over.
But for now—
Elliot was in control.
And the Ghost?
It was still there — lurking beneath the surface — but it sure as hell wasn't calling the shots anymore.
The storm belonged to him.
And the next time the Ghost tried to rise?
It was getting another dose of meme lightning straight to the neural core.