Quote:Gate in the Deep
Location: Vasty Deep
Requirements to complete (can be started earlier). May be completed alone or as a group.
5+ ATK between entire group (may use powered-up stats as basis). Requirement lowered by 1/2/3 if you have a Tier 1/2/3 Super Attack.
7+ SPD between entire group (may use powered-up stats as basis). Requirement lowered by 4 if you have Flight, 1 for each other Movement power.

Difficulty: Extreme (20,000-40,000 words dependent on writing quality)
Reward: Void entrance in the Deep.

The name of the deep is not hyperbole; it is the largest of the ‘light’ verses, beaten only in size by the Underverse. One could spend years travelling around and exploring the many islands that dot its vast ocean. But the further one goes from the gates, the greater the ocean seems to stretch on. Until finally, nothing but emptiness.

You sail on. But the ocean grows dark, and the seas dead. The storms grow fiercer and the nights longer. Until you cannot remember the last time you saw day; only a perpetual kind of twilight. You feel yourself being watched. You remember the sailor’s tales and their warnings of the dark ocean. But you press on; for what reason?

And finally, when all you can see is ocean in every direction and the sea seems unnaturally still, the ocean swells as though a great ancient evil rises from the depths. A being of such age and intelligence that to stand before it is to feel your soul flee your body. The Kraken. 

Defeating such an ancient being would take amazing power and inhuman bravery. Fight it. Beat it. And sail on through the fog. A small island lies, as though you were meant to find it. The next world awaits.

Quote:5+ ATK (REQUIREMENT MET!) 7+ SPD (- 4 for flight, - 1 for Burst Movement, = 2) REQUIREMENT MET!

Quote:3,560 words 20,072 characters according to wordcounter.net

"Chronic dry eye is the scourge of our times, for the reality you know can only remain real so long as you do not blink.

Good evening, listeners, and welcome... to..." [Mumbling static.]

"There has been a lot of talk around our community as of late about Darklings. There are some who are worried about the corruption of our children, a noticeable rise in taxes, and the inevitable sundering of all life in the Omniverse as we know it. Well, I don't know about you guys, but I, for one, welcome this last phase of our existence.

And I'm not the only one.

'I've been working 7-11 all week,' one of our listeners called in to report, a complete and utter dearth of enthusiasm croaking through the buzzing electrical device on my desk. 'If these dark-whatevers are going to end it all, might as well be now. I'm donating my organs to science, anyway.'

If you're listening now, dear caller, please remember to consult the City Council before associating with scientists. The City Council always has first dibs.

Always.

We received a compactly-folded and mysterious envelope today. It smells faintly of sulfur and toxic chemicals. I found it tucked inside the cushion of my desk chair. The cushion seam had been cut and stitched back until it looked like new to conceal the envelope, but I found it. Who knows what might have happened if I hadn't.

Remember, listeners, if your place of work does not have a strict policy on always checking the insides of your chair cushions for compactly-folded and mysterious envelopes, be sure to contact the Sheriff's Secret Police. They'll take care of it for you.

The envelope contained a message from our sponsors. I will read it now.

Read the manual. The manual holds the answers to the questions you have been asking. The questions you always ask, the ones you have asked so much that you have ceased questioning them. The questions you forget about after walking into a room, standing numb and afraid in the dark, suddenly lacking any memory of why you came in.

Do not be afraid. The manual is there for you.

It will always... be there... for you.

This message has been brought to you by IKEA.

Another report about the thing you've all been waiting with baited breath to hear more about. Close your eyes. Breathe deeply. Listen.

. . .

. .

.

It is an exorcism of ash and fire. The thundering of drums will not cease. There is red caking the earth; it is a sacrament. Obsidian cackling hangs heavy as smoke in the air, a galactic menace that cannot be shaken out from your ears. The demon unhinges his serrated maw and laughs.

And now, the weather."

Quote:"Dancing In The Dark" - Cannonball Adderley.

So lately Desman has gotten me on board with this whole Fusion thing. For various reasons. The point is now we have Black Ash.


In hopes of making this naming your fushion a thing, I purpose you take the person above you and make a creative name for a fusion between you and them.


I don't have anyone, traditionally everyone's used Omni.....




So I'm going to use the last person who commented in the chatbox: Belle (Congratulations)


Fusion:Ash, The Storm Demon, and Belle
Belle Tempête (Or Beautiful Storm)

"Nononononononononono." he muttered, scrabbling at the pure, white, empty, very, very, way too empty, surface of the ground. 

"Nononononononononononono!!" he began, his muttering becoming creening. "It should be here, it needs to be here. It. Needs. To be here!" he said, scratching at the white. His claws dug into the floor of the Nexus. "It's underneath. Someone just... poured white stuff on it. It's all there. It's just buried. That's it. We bury things all the time, right Ophidian?"

There was no answer. 

"Aah!" he cried, not used at all, to there being no answer, "Please! Don't leave me!" he cried, driving his hands further and further into the floor. Soon, he had dug a pit nearby the fountain deeper than he was tall, and was showing no signs of stopping. 

Purchases and Deductions for Larfleeze go here!

Current post count: (your current post count, viewable below your avatar)
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Current Spent OM: (total, viewable on your roster)
Buying: (whatever it is you want to buy). 
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Please also include the total OM spent in-category if applicable. For example, "Total Powers Spent: 5700/800" or "New Consumed OM: 500".

I saw this on Myth-Weavers and I liked the concept. The premise is that you grant the previous poster's wish, but in a way that makes the wish undesirable. Then you post your own wish.

For example:
"I wish I had a cookie."
"Granted. It's made out of rubber."

I'll go first. I wish my ear didn't hurt.

As Cirno walked through the portal she saw Daiyousei sitting nearby the portal eating a apple before seeing the Ice fairy. She then rushed to hug the ice fairy causing said fae to whimper in pain, she soon after hugged the taller fairy affectionately. "I-I am fine Dai-chan, just glad that i'm not dead . . ." She laughed in joy as she looked at the smiling sun fairy.

The green haired fairy rubbed the ice fairy's hair affectionately as she giggled. "I want to find somewhere to live. Maybe enjoy some flowers . . . but that requires me not freezing them to death." She crossed her arms and stepped a couple feet back, as question marks surrounded her head while she worked out how she would fix that problem.

"Well no matter I can think about how I can solve this latter now I just want to sleep in a bed." She started to walk over to a nearby tree and rested her head against it and started to sleep for a only a couple hours. Soon Daiyousei was laying out in the grass looking at the clouds enjoying the peace and quiet for now.

Pain.

In the silence of peace, only one thing could grip the soul so violently that it would rip Jakob out of the freedom of his dreams.

He flung his body up from the bed, his left hand grabbing his left thigh with a scream of surprise; or at least what was left of his leg… Jakob’s leg was missing from the knee down. Currently, the prosthetic was buried in various packages of junk food that littered his single roomed apartment. Try as he might, however, he knew it was pointless. Rubbing the heavily damaged nub would not soothe it.

This was primarily because the pain was all in the Prime’s head. It has been far long enough for even phantom pains to dissolve away, and yet it consumed him the way it had long ago, in the apartment buildings of Russia…

His not-so-fond memory was interrupted by the stinging rays of the afternoon sun piercing through the bamboo blinds in his cheap apartment. He winced at the bright light and tried to put up his left arm in his defense, only for nothing to come block it. Instead, the jagged nub of his arm’s prosthetic plug in waved around at his naked shoulder.

Jakob frowned at this and fell back into the holy bed. Not that it was sacred to him in any way. Between nights of him thrashing about in his terror filled dreams, days wasted away by him just lying there while high, or the - while rare - occasional romp with someone in his bed has left the mattress full of holes and the top in shred leaving the fluff free to cling to his various implant ports. He sometimes had to pull the stuffing out of the layers of jagged parts. Today was not one of those days.

His fleshy hand comes over his eyes and he rubs the bridge of his nose, eyes closed and his thoughts going back to the dream he’d been having. He wondered if it meant anything, only not to care about what it could mean. He just liked the pretty colors and the funny feeling of flying. Especially in his stomach.

The otherwise normal human rolled over and reached over to the side table. On it was all kinds of pill bottles and injection pens, as well as some loose pills in bags. All colors of the rainbow were displayed in the tiny bags, looking more like grab-bags of candies at a party. Jakob took a random one, broke it open by ripping the zip-lock top off, and dumped the magical mixture into his mouth, dry swallowing the whole load. He tosses the bag to the win and grabbed a fully loaded and prep pen-jection of Bliss, one of his last couple doses, and stabs the needle into the inner right thigh. All without batting an eye. He discards the needle in the same fashion as the back then he rolled back over and waited for the painkillers to kick in.

His breathing slowing down while he stared up at the ceiling while time ticked away...

The Omniverse Waifu/Husbando List

Who is the best Waifu/Husbando? Is it your character? Is it someone else's? Luckily for you, I'm making a list to suit all your trashy needs.

How it's going to work: Comment your character(s) with some reasons and I'll add them to the list at the top post (if you're suggesting an NPC give a relevant info link). Based on popular opinion, I'll reorder and update the list every few days or so, fitting them in based on the arguments you made - or those made by others. If I haven't updated in a while, just complain at me or something.

1. Ebonywood Hellscythe
   
2. Ash
   
3. Samus
   
4. Sister Evangeline
   
5. Amaterasu
   
6. Jade Harley
   
7. Angel Fisher
   
8. Yuuka Kazami
   
9. Clownpiece
   
10. Belle
    

1. Summer
   
2. Sonny
   
3. Harlan Higgs
   
4. Victor Wolfe
   
5. Dane Regan
   
6. Takanomiya Hijiri
   
7. Desman Black
   
8. Perfect Cell
   
9. All Might
   
10. Dust
    
11. Jak Mar
    
12. The Vision
    
13. Gunther Stein
    
14. Madotsuki
    
15. Gaston
    
16. Alex Mercer
    
17. Semi-Perfect Cell
    
18. 13-Jzall
    
19. Larfleeze
    
20. Imperfect Cell
    

Lately, I've been looking around and have seen these new-fanged 'rating threads', but when I look inside, I realized they are just another type of thread from long long ago, the 'personality' thread, with a new coat of paint. 'What is a personality thread?' I hear you asking using my internet magics, well I'm not surprised you've never heard of them, they really didn't become that popular, 'Monster Tinder' was a really obscure one. But basically exactly like a rating thread but without the rating. And I'm bringing it back with this thread.

'Des, why are you doing something unrelated to your character?' I here you ask, again with my internet magic. Well, that's because the 'personality thread' isn't tied down by the likes of that. Also, this was the first personality thread I ever made on the internet.  :pink:

(again only one character at a time. Also, no White or Black lanterns.)