What exactly are the limitations on creativity when running a thread?
I know bringing primes in is with permission only but bringing in new factions is fine?
So is bringing in any factions for events ok so long as you don't use actual canon characters?
I am just asking in general how crazy you can get.

Welcome to the Omniverse Book Club! Here, we put up a new completed topic every fortnight to read and review. By participating you'll earn a bonus 250 OM (subject to change) and you'll be able to suggest a topic of your own for the next fortnight. Aside from the helpful feedback, subjects of the book club will receive a Great or Exemplary bonus for their storyline if they qualify. :omni:

So, I had a suggestion for a Base Upgrade. Said upgrade would be called something like Robotic Body, or Robotic Uplink station, and functions like this:
When you enter the Uplink Station, a robotic body is created, similar in powers to you but weaker in strength (Similar, power wise, to entering the Dataverse with a VR station compared to Physically). You then control this robotic body with a VR headset and specialised equipment, making you see through its eyes, so to speak. The body could go anywhere in the Omniverse, and of course, its death would not result in your death. This would cost 1000 OM, but for every body that is destroyed, you have to pay an additional 100 OM to use it again.

So, there was an old thread, called "Personality" that was about the Meyer-Briggs Personality test, basically just showing results. I'd like to bring it back. It uses 16Personalities
Personally, I got
“THE DEBATER” (ENTP-T)
Extroverted: 57%
Intuitive: 86%
Prospecting: 81%
Turbulent: 52%
Despite my results, I'm also very similar to Architect, though I am mostly Debater. It varies, when I take the test, which I get.

Darren rode his horse through the gate to Camelot, quickly traveling down the path to Minas Tirith, a path he knew well. Earlier in the day, some Prime had asked him how to summon things-to which he had given the explanation he had heard from a different Prime-and that was likely the most exciting thing that had happened in the day. Needless to say, his day had not been particularly interesting. So, he had decided to do something simple, yet interesting: fight in the arena. A while after Darren had gotten into Camelot, he reached Minas Tirith, and hopped off of his horse, reaching for his personal teleporter-the device he used to bring horses from a stable, and send them back. It had been designed by an independent engineer in Coruscant, in exchange for a favour Darren had done for him, but he only had a few. But now, it was gone; somehow, Darren had lost it on the way here. It looked like he'd have to just keep his horse with him, like he used to While this wasn't that bad, it just meant he needed to take better care of his hose, it would make travelling to the coliseum harder, as he'd need to travel by foot, rather than by air with a griffon or Pegasus. Darren quickly hopped off, it would be a longer journey than usual, and he would need more supplies than usual, too. So, he set out, off on a grand quest, to get, some food!

Cole looked around him, awestruck by the technological marvels of Coruscant. There were skyscrapers, easily taller than anything back in his world, with flying cars and other vehicles soaring through the sky. There were people of all different species, humans and non-humans alike. Him and Walker had faced some guards coming into Coruscant, but as they had no bounty and seemed safe, they were let in, and how glad they were. This city was great, and so, they hoped, were its people. The two of them looked around, unsure of where to go first.
"Look, over there," Cole said, "There's a hotel. We should probably go there first, to get ourselves a place to stay while we're here."
"Perhaps, but before we do that, we'd need money. There's a bank just a bit farther down, and we'll need to get some kind of currency," Walker argued.
"I suppose that's true, so, let's go then," Cole agreed. He had brought in with them the motorcycle he had summoned back in The Nexus, and jumped in, Walker getting into the sidecar as he did. They quickly drove down the road, reaching the bank in a matter of minutes. 
"Cole, I believe we have a problem. I can't summon things, I tried on the way here. So I can't summon another bike. So if it gets stolen, we have no way of knowing whether you could summon us another," Walker said as Cole stopped the motorcycle, pointing out a slight flaw.
"That is true, but if I can summon this vehicle with Omnilium, it isn't much of a stretch to turn that vehicle back into Omnilium, right? it's worth a shot, whether it does or doesn't work." Cole suggested. Without waiting for Walker to agree, Cole closed his eyes again, starting a similar state as the one he was in when he summoned the motorcycle. But this time, he had his hands on the vehicle, and rather than envisioning the vehicle appearing, he envisioned it disappearing, whatever energy used to create it going back within him. After what seemed like a short time Cole opened his eyes and saw that the vehicle was gone, but he knew it wasn't merely the seconds he thought it was. If the summoning was any reference, more time had actually passed. 
"I suppose you were correct then," Walker commented.

"Yes, I suppose I was. Now, done to business." Cole walked inside of the bank, looking around. Oddly, there was a short line for everything, at least, compared to what Cole would expect. Him and Walker walked up to a counter labeled "Registration". They waited in line for a few minutes, before getting to the front.
"Hello, what can I do for you today?" asked a robot at the counter.
"Uh, me and my friend here need to get whatever currency you have."
"Creating two cards. What names shall be put down?"
"Cole Tyson and uh..."
"Bro'Dee Walker," Walker interjected.
"Cards successfully made. Is money to be transferred onto these accounts?"

"Yeah, just a minute." Cole began to focus, summoning a small pile of gold coins. "Please divide the amount gained from this between the accounts."
"Okay, transfer successful," the android said, handing both of them small metal pieces that projected a holographic card with both of their names and amount of credits- the currency of that world. Both Cole and Walker swiftly left the building, for the line was growing long behind them.
"So, then. I suppose we should just try to figure out what it's like here, get the lay of the land."
"Yes, I suppose you're right. Let's go, then."

If you like messing with small children and/or playing crappy browser MMOs made for them, this game may fill the Club Penguin shaped hole in your heart. If you join, go to the server "Plank" (Icon is a literal board, that's what it's called). Messing with children with the game is fun, though chat is limited you can find ways to do it.

Weiss scratched at her shoulder impatiently, trying to ignore the cold. Or rather, trying to ignore the fact she couldn’t feel it in the slightest.

Cold is something only humans get to feel, I guess.

The thought made Weiss frown, as she sat in the distant outpost of Dwarfenton. The cold winds blowing sheets of ice through the small town should have been enough to force even her to put on a thick coat. Instead, she was just a little cold. The walk here, without Nayamasa’s nagging, had made her appreciate just how much she actually appreciated his presence. Being angry or frustrated with his constant insults or nagging was preferable to being left alone to think about what was going on.

Her skin felt unnaturally smooth. Her body seemed to be consistently at the temperature of “just slightly too cold.”, eating normal food didn’t really do anything to sate her, even though she still tried to do it, and her ability to smell things had gotten a lot keener.

What was worse than what happened in her body, though, was the low, persistent buzzing in her mind. It intensified the more people she was close to, and receded only when she was alone, in a quiet place. It was too primal to be called hunger, but Weiss didn’t know what else to call it, and the fact she couldn’t get it to just shut up had her undecided on whether to tear her hair out or just cry.

“I’m a human being.” She mumbled to herself. “I’m still a human being-”

"Um, excuse me?”

“What!” Weiss snapped, looking up to see a diminutive guy in a labcoat. The short guy jumped at her voice, and Weiss’s face softened.

“Sorry. I-”

“N-no, it’s no problem at all. I was just wondering… are you Weiss Schnee?” The man asked quizzically.

“Yes. Are you my contact, here? What’s your name?”

“Oh, my name’s M-m-m-m-marty.”

Weiss took a deep breath, trying to calm down. It wasn’t Regal or his assistants fault that she was in this situation. “Hi, Marty. I… already got a briefing from Nayamasa, but I was told I needed to pick something up from you?”

“Oh, yeah.” the scientist said with a straight nod, digging into his fanny pack for about a minute longer than Weiss would have liked. “I was sent to bring you this.” he stated finally, pulling out a small, blue gauntlet.. “It’ll help you find the nebula spaces. It’s really simple…” The man continued, before going into a long, complicated explanation, clipping the gauntlet to Weiss’s arm without really waiting for permission. Weiss would have liked to have glared at the man - no, given the squeakiness in his voice, Weiss was becoming convinced this person had to be younger than her - but she was just busy trying to follow all the long complicated speech she got about exactly how to get the gauntlet to work.

In the end, she managed to understand “Push this button to activate the radar”, and decided to call that enough of a victory and hope she didn’t need to do anything else with the stupid thing.


“And then if you just use lines 3 and 5-”

“Yes, thank you, Marty.” She snapped, turning on the radar. She didn’t want to snap at the excited guy, and she knew he was trying to help, but my god was this guy annoying. The irritated huntress activated her radar with a couple taps, thinking that it was a good excuse to get away from this conversation as fast as possible. As soon as she tapped the screen, a fairly simple GPS-like map appeared, with a single, blinking yellow dot.

Weiss looked towards the mountains in the distance. “So I suppose the Nebula gate’s in that direction somewhere, huh?”

As though in answer, a sheet of snow and ice seemed to fall from the tall spire of rock.

“...I… better get going.”

Essent's eyes blinked a few times as she woke up. Everything was black no matter how many times she blinked. She tries to say something but nothing comes out of her mouth. She cannot move either, which brings her in a panic. What the heck happened to her? One minute, she was at the Hegemony's banquet with her fellow world saviors. The next... She was here. Where was Ender? Mirion? Hitsome and Harleque? What about the others like Revan and Storm? 

"Do not worry, Prime," said a mysterious voice.

Essent's eyes gazed at a smiling silhouette in front of her. Who was thi-

"My name is Omni. This is not the world you know."

That answers a couple of her questions. But what world is-

"This is the Omniverse."

Omniverse. But why her-

"You interest me, so I made you a part of it. The Omniverse is a place that reflects the wishes of those who are part of it. But! There are rules. I will explain them only once, so listen carefully."

Essent's hands moved on their own, reaching for a glimmering orb that was shining every color known to man. What was this?

"This is Omnilium. It’s what ties the Omniverse together. Without it, you are nothing. With it, anything you desire can be yours. But you will need more than this. If you desire it enough, you will find it. You will find that using it comes naturally. Just think of what you desire most."

So she can make anything with this? Interesting... This will require the use of SCIENCE!!!

"You will not be alone in the Omniverse. There are others. Of course, they, too desire Omnilium. Do not fear death. For as long as you interest me, you will be reborn. That’s all you need to know right now. You’ll figure out the rest soon enough. I’ll be watching … and waiting."

As the vast darkness and the silhouette faded, Essent found herself able to move and speak again. This was the Omniverse...? Seemed empty. That was when she turned around to find... A statue of Hitsome. How fitting. He IS now the most powerful Fist User on Earth at the moment. But was he here in the Omniverse? Who knows? Essent began to walk in a random direction, seeing if there's anything within this white void besides that statue. Maybe she can find someone else along the way...

Walking there is gonna be hard. Good thing she has wings- Wait.

Where are they?

Usually she'll be able to focus and then they would form! But... She feels like she lost it... Like failing an Exceeded Fist... Actually, she feels like she lost all but a few of her abilities! But... She can gain them back, right? This Omnilium... Oh man, so much research is gonna be made with this stuff. For now, she's wing-less, whipfist-less, blade-arm-less, and clawed-feet-less. It's sad. She's sad. She misses them. How did this happen? Okay, enough Bill Wurtz references. Essent needs to find someone who has answers and a place besides all this white... She might end up going crazy if she stays here.

"Helllooooooo?" she calls out. "Anyone here???"

Name: Essent Rose Allison
Spent OM: 7200
Proficiencies (2600); Physical Strength (1000), Ranged (1000), Remote Control Proficiency (600)
Powers (2700/8000); Shapeshifting (1400), Basic Regeneration (1300)
Moves (600); Dual Scratch (300), Bladed Limb (300)
Super Moves (0);
Transformations (0);
Assists (0);
Items: Communicator, Mobile Dataverse Device
Artefacts:
Consumed OM: 300
Bases: Base in the Vasty Deep, west Costa del Sol (Colenn Laboratory) [Includes: Recall Station (1000 OM)]
Unlocks (0);
Base stats:
ATK: 3
DEF: 3
SPD: 2
TEC: 2