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Their should a option for 5,000(OM) for the donation page.

I mean I'm not liking most of donated things on there. Thinking of more options for the donated things trying to explore more options.

Unlocking a secondary character and that character would start off with 5k right?

Handsome Jack was all alone.  He knew that something had gone on with Fabio, and the response from the Syntech people had simply been 'we'll deal with it.'

Now he was standing in the middle of the woods, and he had no burly, herculean partner to do all the dirty work for him.

"All alone?"  A ghostly voice echoed from the trees.

Jack rolled his eyes and turned his focus in the direction of the sound.  In the dark of the forest, he caught two floating orange orbs.

"Nice eyes," the man remarked before suddenly making a run for it.  He broke through the tree line and found himself on the edge of a lake.  In the distance, he spotted a cluster of cabins.  Just nearby, a large wooden sign read: Camp Crystal Lake.  "Never a fan of camping," Jack spoke as he heard footsteps.  Turning on his heels, he saw a mortifying clown monster emerge.  On the creature's shoulder was a tiny, mammal-looking person.

"Are you a circus act?" He replied with a smile as he rested a hand on one of his sidearms.

chh chh chh ... ahh ahh ahh.

"If by yourself you fight, you best take flight."  The talking furry-thing spoke, prompting Jack to swallow a chortle at the thought of being trash-talked by a human ferret.  As the man opened his mouth to speak, he saw something moving behind the pair of primes.  Handsome Jack grinned.  "You might want to turn around."

Pennywise turned around just in time to have a machete jammed into Its gut.  A panicked Shantotto was thrown from the clown's shoulder and immediately had to run to avoid a hail of bullets that tore through the night air.

Left by Itself, Pennywise growled as it looked at the silent, masked man who had impaled It.  The clown unhinged its mighty fanged maw, but the machete came wrenching out of Its gut.  A beat later, a solid strike threw the monster into the waters of Camp Crystal Lake.

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Jack has elected to go out in fashion, in a fight co-starring everyone's favorite serial killer.  Your Fight Area is a few square miles of campground, with the lake, forest, highway, and the camp itself.  You may fight separate 1v1s or mix and match as you see fit.  Mr. Voorhees has all his movie powers, and is stronger, more durable, faster, and more technical than either of you, regardless of power ups (he has those too).  If anyone has any other questions, just holler at me.

Zedd recognized the landscape.

It was Coruscant.

"The flames don't add that much," the villain scowled as he glanced over his shoulder. "Minions?"

"I wasn't expecting a second shift," the man in the red helmet replied. "Judge Jak, at your services."

"Good," Zedd sneered.

On the far side of the battlefield, Dave and Kenpachi stared at the beast that was Butcher Jak.

"The fresh meat is on the other side of the field," the rhinestone-studded monster spoke as he hoisted his cleaver in the correct direction.

"Good," Kenpachi growled as he clenched his hands into tight fists and started the march into battle.

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“Omniverse: End Times” – You are fighting a post-apocalyptic version of the Omniverse. The Fight Area is a 2 square mile chunk of Coruscant’s Tier 1, although the entire place has long-since been overrun by Diablo and the Underverse itself. The skies are blood red, the machinery and shining metals of Coruscant are rusted and warped. Several of the landmarks are still visible on the skyline, even if they are crumbling or otherwise… befouled by the darkness of the Lord of Terror. In this battle, one side portrays ‘survivors’ of this apocalypse, while the other represent a horde of Diablo’s faithful.

Stipulation: Team A will receive backup in the form of a squad of 10 stormtroopers and 3 space marines, and a Judge (but not the Judge). Team B will receive backup in the form of a squad of 10 Doom Guard, 3 succubi, and the Butcher (all three are Diablo mobs). All these units are considered exactly the same capabilities in terms of ‘gameplay’ so there’s no advantage or disadvantage to each side.

Zedd/Violet are the Coruscant side
Dave/Kenpachi are the Underverse side

The two teams beamed down and immediately felt 110% different.

“What?” Bandit muttered as she looked down at the tuxedo that somehow perfectly fit her physique. She glanced over her back and saw a dark cape fluttering in the breeze. A glimpse down showed that she was flying. “Oh, whaaaat?”

“What is this?” Kerrigan scowled as she tried to rip at the outfit. Her efforts were in vain. “What ridiculous nonsense is this?” She growled as she glimpsed around the city.

“Some awesome shit,” Bandit spoke as she lifted her hand in front of her face. The marauder’s fingers started to stretch as she wiggled them. “I think we got upgraded.”

“This is a downgrade,” Kerrigan muttered, still agitated by the clothing in which she was encased.

From a nearby rooftop, Skeletor and Kuzuru stood. The latter had an expression of wonder, much like the floating bandit. His companion? The warlock was nearly a mirror image of the frustrated Zerg queen.

“First a horse, and now this?” Skeletor rasped. “This is preposterous,” he added as Kuzuru effortlessly leapt into the air and did a backflip.

“Let’s kick some ass!” He declared with a wide grin.

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“Battle of the Gods” – The Fight Area is a nondescript city. Much like MegaCity One but not. The Fight Area encompasses the entire city (20 square miles), as well as 50 feet underneath it and 300 feet above the tallest skyscrapers, which are 1000 feet tall). All four contestants are teleported and arrive in tailored tuxedos with capes. These tuxedos are indestructible. The suits radically change everything about you. Defeat your foes.

Stipulation: Everyone arrives in tuxedos and capes (regardless of your character’s gender identity). These suits DISABLE all non-weapon Moves, all Transformations, all Super Attacks/Defenses/Utilities, Healing and Fusion/Symbiosis. The suits GRANT all the other Powers on the list. The suits make the Flight power effortless to sustain. The suits change it so that everyone’s stats are as follows: ATK – 20, SPD – 12, DEF – 12, TEC – 12

In the ultimate swerve, Karl had actually loaded the arena full of people.  While the original vibe had been to create a joking reference to some indy, firehouse-style nonsense, a little ticket had changed the whole thing.  Packed with somewhere above fifteen-thousand people, the arena seethed with anticipation—a sea of humanity dotted with cardboard signs, foam effigies of their heroes, and various beer and Pepsi vendors.

The squared circle would have been empty, save for the two men who stood at its center.  One of them, a man in black trousers and a zebra-striped shirt, shuffled uncomfortably from one foot to the other.  His shoes had a nice shine to them, and his belt buckle was likewise polished to the nines.  He’d been told to ‘get ready for the show of your life’, and when he had the sitdown meeting with Karl, the older man knew why.

“You excited, Earl?”  The man next to the referee inquired.  “Karl really opted to pull out all the stops for this one.  I figured I’d be singing in the lounge tonight… you know the one, over near Island 62?”

Earl shook his head.  “Don’t know that one, Tony.”  He didn’t bother to invest much in the world beyond his own personal realm.  His life here was comfortable, so he had no reason to do the thing younger people did where they’d transfer from job to job in the company.

“Your loss, Earl,” the man smirked as he tapped the mic in his left hand.  The feed was still off, but the audience knew what was coming—the tension in the air was palpable.  

Outside the ring, the two announcer’s tables were likewise engaged in their preshow hype.

“Well, JR,” a sleazy-looking man in a king’s crown remarked.  “You excited for this or what?”

The second older man, a fine gentleman in a cowboy hat, nodded his head without averting his gaze from the entrance ramp.  “You know it, King.  This is going to be one hell of a slobberknocker.”

The other announcer snickered.  “Save the catchphrases for when the broadcast is live, Jim.”

“Oh shove it up your ass,” JR retorted playfully as the lights suddenly faded in the arena.  A green light on the monitor told both men that it was go-time.

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“Squared Circle” – The Fight Area is a 20-by-20 wrestling ring and the ‘ringside’ area surrounding, including the empty announce tables but not the ramp down to the ring (image below).  Unlike most stadium-themed Fight Areas, there’s a crowd for this one.  They have cardboard signs and will cheer, chant, and jeer throughout the contest.  Inside the ring is an NPC.  He is a plain, middle-aged white man wearing black pants and white-black stripped shirt.  He is a referee.  Intentionally doing him harm will get your team disqualified (gasp).  

This is a special contest that pits two teams against each other, but only one member of each time can be ‘legal’ at a given time.  The teams will tag in and out as the match progresses, until one team can score a ‘pinfall’ by pinning an opponent’s shoulders to the mat for a three count.  The other way to win is by putting your opponent in a submission hold and making them ‘tap out’ (give up) or by knocking them out for a referee’s ten count (either in the ring or outside of it).  The referee must be there in all those instances, so make sure he doesn’t get knocked out (they’re brittle).  Primes who are ‘legal’ may leave the ring, but you have only until a ten count to re-enter before you are counted out and lose.

Underneath the ring are various weapons your prime may use, which include:  steel folding chairs, folding ladders, folding tables, metal trash cans, fire extinguishers, a 2x4s.

The two primes who are not ‘tagged in’ must remain standing on the outside on their corner of the ring, although if you are feeling heelish (bad guy), you can slip in to help your partner or go ambush the other prime outside of the ring.  The referee won’t let those shenanigans go on for more than a few seconds, so don’t get disqualified.  

Stipulations: At the end of each post (or the beginning of the next one, in the event of a Super being used), the prime who just posted must ‘tag out’ of the match.  Contest also includes extra weapons for Primes.  These weapons and the Primes Weapon Moves are “illegal” and can only be used when the referee is out.

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He was hoping to become stronger but still his humanity was back was just strength what he wanted. Just having a golden opportunity to start over with a new family but the demon wasn't ready to fully pursue it just yet. The benefits might be worth it but joining some vampires was that the way to go but two loving vampires to come back home to that the demon liked. Akasha was devoted to him also her sister Ashara the vampire that was saved from that damn cult that was about to kill her.

Before the demon was finally going to pop the question of marriage maybe going on one final journey wouldn't hurt maybe helping people would do him some good. Tyson was walking close to some village wondering why a woman was crying at some tavern as the demon asked what was going on. It seems some girl was kidnaped in the night by some thugs, Tyson thought about this at first this wasn't his thing rescuing people yet seeing the tears from the woman's eyes. Not really caring about any sort of reward for returning the child safe and sound this was something of a heroic method set in place.

With a deep breath, He decided into rescuing the child telling the family that she'll be brought back safe and sound and that he'll give his word. The parents gave him a picture saying that her name was Rachel, Tyson had a name and the demon leaves the village hoping to find some lead to finding the child. Maybe by doing an investigating on the house maybe he'll find some clues to finding the child going upstairs into the child bedroom still finding no clues. However, Tyson notices something on the ground it was a blood trail this wasn't good thinking that was his only lead but it was a dead end. Something else catches his attention the smell of bourbon it had by following the smell may be the demon will find the girl riding his horse. The journey took him into some underground the smell was getting stronger what does the demon discover another cult but these people were different from the last one. It was some sort of Vatican, A religious cult but what caught his attention they're preparing a sacrifice it the child being chained to some sacrificial stone. A priest started waving a sword this wasn't good...Tyson needed to act now as the demon started rushing over there stopping the priest from killing the girl. Tyson demanded to know why they wanted to kill the child as the head priest started explaining the situation about the child.

"A demon here? On the sacred ground? Rescuing that evil filth she been a problem to the village since the day she was born. She will crave evil once she commits it. Evil will and must be destroyed and order will be restored. So says the leader" High Priest said.

"You're killing the child based off that??? Using religion as some form of reasoning into killing this poor child shame on you." Tyson replied.

"You worship a legion of evil and torment upon us. A damned spawn of Satan...Why should you care about this devil child?" High Priest said.

"Every life is precious no matter what the race being of that person. Every man, woman, and child deserves the chance to be heard. All I'm asking is for one chance, please. Now please tell what's going on and maybe we can make a deal and this won't be necessary at all. What happen?" Tyson asked.

"Nothing you need to know" High Priest replied.

"I'm not so sure about this demon. He doesn't even have any form of malice within his soul. I would have sensed it and seemingly this warrior doesn't have much evil within him. Whoever you are there have been some attacks by a huge ogre monster and the creature killed some people that child was there every time. The high priest thought the ogre and the child we're connected and by killing her the creature would die eventually which might be stupid." Lady Mary said.

"Watch your tongue, Lady Mary" High Priest said.

"The child's parents are worried about her after you clowns are having some trouble with an ogre. Right now that child is under my protection now. However, I'll deal with the ogre but it my conclusion that ogre might be her friend or her brother in some weird way but the peace will be restored." Tyson said.

"What do you know about peace demon??? I think you might have something to do with this." High Priest said.

"Regardless of what my people think of you, I do believe some part of you has been purified somehow. We'll give two days into killing this ogre and if you don't the both of you will under arrest and sentenced to death." Lady Mary calmly said.

"Thank you, Ma'am," Tyson said.

The Vatican gave the location the last known whereabouts of the ogre attack, Tyson started following the big footprints. He started hearing the footsteps and then hours later the demon confronts the ogre seeing the big monster crying about something, Tyson might know what's going on here too. He calmly started talking with the creature finding out what happened it seems the ogre and kid we're good friends and there just having fun until a group of people. The thugs started harassing the girl the ogre got angry and started killing and again and again, this happened to the point of where the cult heard about it. They kidnapped the child hoping to draw out the creature, however, this was a situation they wanted to kill the ogre, Tyson didn't want to kill the creature. One good solution was the ogre never return going somewhere else hoping to find another situation but this seemed like the only option. The ogre and girl were good friends too which the demon hopefully ended the problem, Rachel hugged the ogre as a friendship goodbye they would be forever best friends.

This was the best option, Ogre started leaving never to return but it was time to return the child to the family. Rachel was happy enough that she was going to see her family again she seemed to have another problem. Tyson was wondering what else was wrong as she started whispering something in his ear and the demon was shocked. "You're a vampire??? But.....You don't look like it"

The miserable scratchy cloth that the individuals guarding that gate had assumed was "proper clothing" rubbed against the skin of Jack making him wish he had some lotion, or something that he had worn underneath it to prevent it from chafing his skin. Hindsight was as they say, 20 / 20. He hadn't thought to prepare in advance for the situation, in the slightest. Using a small about marble sized piece of Omnilium Jack changed the clothes into the ones he had previously, because he wanted them more than he needed the itchy - scratchy - miserable clothing that he had on at present. With his outfit suitably adjusted, Jack would now be able to focus on what he needed to do. First thing was first, find out about the internet here, and how it worked. Once he had done that and built a device to allow himself access to the internet here, Jack was going to need to begin Phase II of his plans. A base here was one that he planned on having at his earliest possibility. Yet a Fortress would be too out of place, and would be inviting trouble more than likely for Jack Spicer, should he build one of those. Perhaps one of the ships would be for rent. 

As he watched the skyline of Coruscant, Jack didn't watch where he was going. Slipping, he barely managed to get out of the way of a speeding car that was headed to him. Really, Jack missed the Jetbootsu, because they would have allowed him to fly over some of the traffic, well 98% of it to be honest, and avoid this situation.

There were many words that could be used to describe Jack Spicer. Egotistical was one of the ones that would most commonly be used as a description of him. A nerd was another, given his tendency to over rely on mechanical devices, and gadgets. Patient was not one of the words. This was proven as Jack trekked through the endless, or at least to him, endless white expanse that was the point of origin for all the Primes. The Nexus. It was a place that Jack Spicer was beginning to have a negative feeling towards. Okay, he was beginning to absolutely loathe this place because of how harsh it was on his eyes. Yet his stubborn streak refused to allow him to waste the Omnilium needed to create a set of sunglasses for himself. The Fortress he had made had been an essential piece of equipment whereas Sunglasses were not something that he needed.


After finally making his way towards the gate that was secured by the white armor clad individuals, Jack was investigated. "Name?" asked a bearded Storm Trooper who was not wearing his helmet. "Age?"  "Occupation?"  "Abilities?" 

"Jack Spicer, Age 18, Occupation - Inventor,  Abilities, none to speak of."  Jack Spicer didn't know he had the abilities he possessed at present, namely the metal thing that he could do. Of course, he'd find out later. For now he was blissfully unaware of it. 

"Proceed through the scanner," said the Storm Trooper. When Jack did, it beeped. Immediately the Storm Trooper said. "I'm sorry, Mr.Spicer, but we are going to have to demand you strip to your underwear. We will provide you new clothing."


Sighing at the hassle of having to do this, Jack did as they asked. A Gray, coarse robe made out of a fabric that would grate against the skin and cause irritation was provided as were sandals. His clothes were taken and destroyed by the Storm Troopers and with that, he was allowed to make his way to Coruscant. A frown was on his face. The moment he had the time to do so, Jack was going to recreate his clothing that he had been wearing.

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