gonnawreckit | 100m: I'm gonna wreck it! [Action]

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[This nine-foot tall, barefoot giant of a man finds himself waking up in any old house or apartment, maybe even in the forest. Completely oblivious to the pink wings on his back for now, he instead comes to attention and begins looking around in confusion.]

What? Where's... No! I can't have been taken to another game. I... I was right there! I was gonna save- I... [And his voice goes soft.] Vanellope...

[His eyes are close for a moment, mournfully. When they open, they're filled with hurt anger. And his unusually massive fists are soon put to work... wrecking his immediate surroundings in an angry tantrum, while he shouts loudly. He could keep going until there's nothing left. He will hold himself back from hurting actual people, but he will at least shove aside those who get in his way at emotional heights.]

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[Later on, after being calmed from his tantrum, Ralph trudges through town, defeated and feeling ashamed. First day in a new game and already he's been playing the bad guy. So he makes his way through the item and clothing shops, finding one item in the former which gives him a strong, bittersweet feeling, and then he makes his way out of the village. He only stops at Good Spirits for a round of root beers, trying to keep to himself. That evening, with a sack of bricks over his shoulder, he seeks a nice stump to sleep against, in between bouts of the freezing rain.]

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If you take your... wrecking... that way [He points away from his house.] I shan't particularly care. Otherwise I may have to do a bit of wrecking on you.

[He pauses for a moment, still heaving, to consider his words.]

Maybe I will! Your house looks too ugly to wreck, anyway. But hey, I don't even care! [He slaps hands against his chest in a gorrila-like fashion as he takes a few steps closer.] If you think you can wreck me, go on ahead!

You are new here. I shall give you a piece of advice for free.

[Mostly because he realizes how bad it will look if he carves his initials into a new feather.

Still, he prepares just in case the new person does something delightfully stupid, quietly casting an illusion over himself, becoming invisible, stepping silently away.]

When someone nearly three feet shorter than you and far less than half your weight seems utterly unconcerned over the prospect of getting in a fight with you, you ought to set your temper aside and consider just why that might be. [He smiles.]

[He gives an ugly laugh.]

Oh, I get it. You're one of those RPG guys, huh? Got a million magic stats, armor of invincibility and think that makes you so much cooler. Hey! What if I want to see what you're made of! [What if it doesn't even matter anymore.]

I don't know what that is. [...RPG what? He is fairly certain he's heard that acronym before, mentioned by one of the mercenaries, but it had to do with a weapon.]

You can if you like. And I'll carve my name into your hide so you might know just what sort of trouble you've brought down on yourself. [Loki smiles.]

You know! Role-playing game, Gandalf the Bland! Or is that +10 armor tight enough to cut off your self-awareness program?

And, man, seriously, all this talk about carving is just gross. Can't you just try to beat me senseless like any other character would?

You think this a game? [Loki laughs and begins prowling slowly around Ralph.] Whilst I am always in a gaming mood, you will find the stakes are quite real.

[He smirks.] Oh, now you wish to decide how your opponent fights? Tsk. Not really my style, that. But I am not merely "any other character" as you put it so strangely, just as this is not the universe from which you came.

You don't? I mean of course the stakes are real. No coming back if you die outside of your game, right?

I'm just saying! You don't sound like most of the good guys who try to stop me.

[Loki laughs.] Oh, 'tis rather different here. If you die, you are returned to life in a week, but there's a price that is paid.

[Smirk.] I do not think anyone would accuse me of being a "good guy" really.

Really? Those are some weird rules.

[He tilts his head in confusion, his anger boiling below the surface for the moment.]

What, a fellow bad guy then? You don't seem familiar from any meetings.

[Loki shrugs.] A quirk of the realm.

I believe the preferred term for me about here is villain, when in polite company. I am no one's fellow anything.

Alright, Mr. Villain! [He raises his hand mock-defensively.] Mr. Big-Time Villain! What if I just wreck everything around your house? I'm feeling kind of extremely livid at the moment!

[Loki rolls his eyes.] My name is Loki.

If you leave my house untouched, I care not about the rest. [He holds up one finger.] Ah, except you may not touch the stables either. I won't have the horses be frightened.

Loki, huh? [Sounds like a villain name alright.] I'm Wreck-It Ralph.

Well I'm not about to go beat up horses, I'm not a monster! I just have to get all this anger out of me, and wrecking's the way to go!

Interesting name. Quite descriptive.

So long as you stay away from those two buildings, I care not what else you might do. Though a tantrum is perhaps not the most constructive way to work out one's temper.

It's the only way I know how. And trust me, it works.

[Loki shrugs.]

I care not. However, as a second piece of free advice, there are those here that will take much greater exception to that than I.

[A nod of understanding.]

Good guys. It figures. But let them do what they want. I'm used to getting beaten, and I'm done with trying to make friends.

Better to do what you like and not be beaten for it. But that requires far more planning.

Whatever. I'm used to it by now. [And by this point, he feels like he deserves it.] I feel like using as few of my thought processes as possible to vent all this out.

[Loki shrugs.] As you like. Masochism on your part makes no difference to me. [He makes a 'go ahead' gesture.]

Hey. It's a living.

[He gives a wave as he continues walking on for his next target.]

Not a very good one, it would seem. [Loki murmurs this in a sardonic tone.

Then he simply disappears. Because really, he doesn't care what Ralph does from this point on.]