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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[It would not be a wholly incorrect assessment. He takes a moment to glare at the cat and then looks over towards Alexei.]

Oh! And what're you gonna do?

Use force if I must against you. [He's that confident, though he really doesn't want to resort to that.]

As I've never seen you around here before, I take it that you must be new. I'll tell you right now, that wrecking everything isn't going to get you any closer to leaving, if that's what you're after.

Leaving? I don't care about leaving, Prettyboy. I already failed! All I want to do right now is wreck!

Already failed? [...] Want to explain to me what you're talking about, because you're not going to be wrecking anything else in this building.

What does it even matter? It's too late now, genius! Sugar Rush and that little kid, they're all gone by now! Thanks to me. Now you'll excuse me if I feel like doing a little wrecking!

[Alexei isn't moving. This is his place he's about to wreck further. Normally he wouldn't play this card, but if it'll get him to stop.]

They might show up here. Even if they're gone back home, they can easily show up in Luceti. Do you really want them to see everything destroyed by you?

[He stops for a moment.]

Like... like what, a save file? No, she's... seen enough wreckage. But that's impossible.

[...Save file?]

It's very possible in Luceti. There are people who have died in their world that have come here, alive.

Oh, is that the scenario here? People coming here when they die? I was wondering why you had those wings, I just thought they were a new gameplay feature.

[...what?] This isn't a game, nor is it the after-life.

You're really confusing me here, Alexis.

[He thinks he's finally remembered his name.]

...It's Alexei. [...So close. Wait-] How exactly do you know me?

Alexei, right. I'm surprised you don't know me. Wreck-It Ralph. It's not like we're close or anything, but I'm pretty sure we've bumped into each other once or twice.

...Ralph, I'm sorry to say, but I honestly don't recall ever meeting you before today. Where have you seen me?

Around Game Central Station, mostly. Figure you must've been checking out Bad Anon. But I thought you would've recognize a fellow bad guy.

[A fellow...what?] What nonsense are you talking about? Why do you keep talking like you're in a game?

Okay, something's up here. We're all supposed to be aware that we're really video game characters, y'know.

[..........] Video game characters? [He's confused as to what a video game is, but knows about games and is giving Ralph the "Are you serious?" look.]

Definitely something wrong. That's how our livings work. The... games people play on screens, with storylines. Players control the heroes and have them fight the bad guys. Y'know... us.

[...This can't be right.]

I'm quite sure the world I'm from is real and not a game. No one's told you people from anywhere can be brought here, have you?

[...The whole thing with Ralph sort of possibly knowing his history is troubling though] Actually, how do you know I'm considered a...bad guy?

No, no one's told me that. You must really be from some other place, then. [Although Ralph is thinking more in these of being from a game that doesn't have self-awareness. This dude better not turn out to be like the Cy-bugs.] Everyone can tell a bad guy. It's pretty obvious. Word spreads around a lot in Game Central Station. And I coulda sworn I saw you walking out of a Bad Anon meeting once.

So trying to better the world puts me down as bad. [He forgets to mention HOW he went about it.]

And this Bad Anon meeting, it's some of sort of gathering of others with similar backgrounds?

We've all got our motivations, friend. I'm mad because they move my stump.

Something like that. A bunch of bad guys get together, and they talk out their problems that come with... well, being bad guys. It's a living.

[He raises an eyebrow] Your stump?

[He shakes his head] I'm sorry, but none of this sounds familiar to me at all.

Yeah, you know - like a tree stump. That's what home is for me - just a nice stump and a pile of bricks. Cozier than it sounds, believe me!

Don't sweat it, man. You must not be self-aware. Or, uh... You're like yourself, but a more real version? [He's really unsure how to explain it the most gently.]

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