Waves of electrical energy discharged, wind bellowed and the clapping of thunder followed as Doctor Doom entered the new verse, falling. Landing to his feet, causing ash to kick up into the air, instantly he could feel the heat in the air even in his armor. He took a few steps gazing into the this new land he had entered, acidic wind whisked past him, his cloak flapped in the air in its pass. This land was very different but yet the comparable to the Nexus he had which just came from. This land could be considered a wasteland such as the Nexus, but yet this arid verse could sustain life. Doom could sense it and yet he could also sense a great battle that not long ago had taken place, a battle that still could be felt in the very ground that Doom and most likely others could feel. 

Stepping further with each step of his metal feet crunching into the ash and volcanic rock. He pulled out his hand letting the down poor of ash that floated in the air catch in his palm. His kept his attention on the ash in his palm for a minuets before  clinching his hand into a metal fist. 

A barren waste land  similar to the Nexus, but only this time there is. Life that lives in a lawless land, wear only the strongest survive and the weak parish. The Ashen Steppes requires a true body of government, one that  will give the true and worthy  people who live fear a beacon of hope. A strong leader, one that has no moral value to chain them down, one that will use as much power need no matter the cost. Perhaps Doom shall be that one, but that is for another time. Now is the time to learn of the enemy and to gain knowledge of places unknown. Fore one day the world shall bow down to DOCTOR DOOM! 

Doom sharply turned his hooded head noticing a small path way. Its was paved with some form volcanic rock that was worn down by the harsh environment. Ash had completely taken over the trail making it hard to see the volcanic rock that made up the path. There was no telling how far the road would lean or what it would hold. Only people  with foolishness and bravado in their hearts would traverse these ashen planes without proper persistence and carefulness. Luckily, Doom was neither, the only ones who truly succeed are the ones who are cold and calculating. Always ever looking to the future and planing for what is to come in its wake.

Fate has truly shined its light upon me and soon fate will bring Doom to the power that is required to do what I have longed for. Soon the day will come when Doom is reunited with the power of a god and then from there the world will be made into a perfect image, my perfect image.   


Making his way to the path way, His green cloak sailing in volcanic wind, heat raising up and ash continued falling from the sky looked in cycle for eternity. He pushed ever onward to his distention ready for what ever laid ahead. Let it be the insufferable heroes of his world or something for worse, what ever it may be it will know that there is only one being of power to fear, DOCTOR DOOM.    
       

Becurse I'm (particularly) an idiot, I entered a sega that will probably invovce alot of fighting... without acturaly having a fight earlier to it. :derp:  
So, as a way to correct that, I will accept any and all challages directed to me in this theard, (also accepting judges). So come one and all, It's show time!

Rules:
No. of turns:3
Word Limit: 800
Stage: Ruins of Ganodorf's fortress

I had an idea for an Undertale AU and I wanted to share it with you guys through the magic of art! I've made UT-style sprites for a couple characters as well as some scenes in MMD. I'd love some critique and suggestions for pictures.


inb4 possible requests:*

frisk=aya

chara=ib

flowey=one of those dolls in Ib

toriel=vader eloha

napstablook=spooky

sans=madotsuki

papyrus=masada sensei

undyne=sabitsuki

alphys=hiroshi

mettaton=freddy fazbear

muffet=bendy

asgore=the batter

asriel=mary

*character list is not 100% decided and is subject to change


Sprites:



I did these via rotoscoping btw

3D

Makoto opened his eyes, only to involuntarily shut them again in a vain attempt to shield his corneas from the searing, oppressive white that assaulted him from every which way.

When he gathered the strength to open them again, and when had his eyelids gotten so heavy?, a marble statue of a beautiful woman greeted him. Clear, shimmering water cascaded from a jug wrapped in a masterfully carved embrace, collecting into a pool purer than he'd ever seen.

It was a fountain. No, it was The Fountain. He must have died. How? No idea. The clearest memory he could muster was that of a falling airplane. What was he doing on that thing again? It must've been him helping someone, that's going to get him killed someday. 

Actually, it has. More than once, he begrudgingly conceded to himself.

The teen chose a random direction and started walking away from the only recognizable landmark in what he'd now realized was a sea of grey, not white. His eyes had just been too sensitive that time. It couldn't possibly get him any more lost than he already was.

So I have come to the realization that I wanna do more with my computer (streaming and gaming) but only have a 2014 MacBook Air currently. It's strong enough to play some low/mid level games by itself, but streaming puts way too much load on the CPU

So here's my dilemma: should I build a streaming PC, which I'd use to capture card my MacBook gaming. It would be a temporary fix, but would by me time until I'm not as poor. Also, using this route would allow me to bypass getting a vid card until I build a gaming PC.

Or, should I just try my luck building a budget gaming/streaming PC. It would cost more to build, but have more long-term benefits.




Either way, this would be my first time building a computer. I've seen a couple tuts and vids though and it seems easier than assembling IKEA furniture.

Just wanted to inform staff that I've purchased a VPN subscription (mostly to avoid Australia's ridiculous metadata retention laws, which get more Orwellian as the days go on) so my IP when visiting this site may change.

Rain dropped from the ebony sky, the bitter tears of the gods pelting Doom's armored body with a vengeance. Panting hard, Victor pulled himself up from his castle floor, raising his metal-clad hands to summon energy from the stolen powers of the god Odin. Resonating with immensely powerful energy, his hands began to glow; greenish flames flickered and sparked off of them as he raised them to the heavens, only then turning his burning gaze toward his enemies. 

"Fools! You have accomplished nothing," Doom said, his voice resounding off the stone walls with such power that it seemed to rival even the steady roaring of the thunderclouds high overhead. His hands were poised for the finishing blow to at last wipe those intolerable heroes off the face of the planet when, suddenly, like the flame of a candle blown out by a simple breath, the power that had been coursing through his very being vanished.

"DOOM!" A deep voice boomed from up above. Frantically, Doctor Doom’s eyes scanned the clouds through the pouring rain, squinting against the occasional fork of lightning flashing across the sky.

"Odin! You can't be free!" he exclaimed, looking around in a panic. 

"Your wretched scheme is undone and your black soul is mine." 

Doom jerked his head up to the sky and glared, his fists raised in defiance. 

"NOOO!" 

A blue bolt of lightning struck Doom, leaving only smoke and the imprint of his mask emblazoned onto the ground. 

"An eternity of suffering is the fate of those who challenge the gods."

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Doom picked himself off the ground, awakening to realize the he was no longer in his castle or in Asgard. Looking around, he realized that he was floating, limbs listless and trailing against empty space, in a sort of void. A dark pit of nothing… was this to be Doom's eternal suffering? To be stuck forever in an endless expanse of absolute stillness, to never see his mortal kind again, to be in a silent hell forever? Doctor Doom took a few steps and studied the void of blackness, discerning that his attempts to walk were meaningless when trapped in a plane of nonexistence. 

"Odin! I will be free; you will not be able to stop me from my return as I am DOCTOR DOOM!"

It was strange, for his words did not seem to carry very far within the pocket of unreality he was contained in. Not even echoes answered him. It was almost as if they hadn’t been spoken at all.

Victor shot his head back to the sound of energy discharging. Folding his arms, Doom analyzed the large figure that stood before him. The being was large with pure white skin and an unsettling smile. Doom found himself unable to speak, but how could that be? It was no easy task to control the great and powerful Doom, but the real question was, who was this being?

The strange entity began to speak.

“My name is Omni. This is not the world you know. This is the Omniverse. You interest me, so I have made you 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.” 

Doom was troubled by the way this Omni spoke to him, as if he were a mere child and unfamiliar with the subtle patterns of the cosmos. Bah, Doom is no one’s toy— unhand me from this pity hold!

Before Doom could do anything,— if he could have done anything, anyway— Omni placed a colorful orb into his gloved hands. The orb glimmered with all the colors of the rainbow, vibrant greens, purples, yellows, reds and blues palpitating within.

What is this? Doom examined the orb in his hands with great distaste. A cheap orb intended for measly parlor tricks, no doubt.

But, Omni was not finished with his explanation. “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.”

Fool, you have ensured your own undoing in transporting me here! But, I must admit that you have interested me. Are there others in your plane of existence such as me, brought outside of their own free will?

The being did not acknowledge or seem to have heard his words, but answered his question nonetheless. “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." 

Hah! Doom did not fear death even before being brought to this… Omniverse.

“That’s all you need to know right now. You’ll figure out the rest soon enough. I’ll be watching … and waiting.” 

Indeed, we shall meet again, for you have invited the wrath of DOCTOR DOOM!

Before Doom could do anything else, his vision was overcome by total blackness. The smiling entity vanished from his sight, and the feeling of falling chased him down into the dark.

Previous dealings dealt with, the Scarlet Devil strolled into the gateway with little worry to her future but a wandering desire for something else to distract her. Considering what had happened to her since her time arriving in Omni’s realm, there has been something that has been absent and what she has been neglecting: a moment to relax. She had been busy since she first started foot here, and call of a soft seat and a hot drink was a siren’s song for the child vampire. Whatever amenities and entertainment this new land provided might spark some interest from her. If it was a collection of bit and pieces from every corner of the the multiverse, then she would be beyond disappointed. Hopefully she wouldn’t have to learn what was beyond disappointed.

After the shimmer of reality passed through her body and she arrived at the other side, she looked around the rolling hill of grass to see little a cobblestone path that wind through the countryside, squalor buildings set along the planes in the fore of a great, white mountain castle. A magical air drifted around the vampire, although slightly marred by the more mundane and dirty people going about their day nearby.

Remilia couldn’t help but give a genuine smile. She liked it here. It wasn’t quite home, nor was it Gensokyo, but she can enjoy the fantasy like world. Although she questioned if she could survive it, as a few nearby who saw the youkai twirling her umbrella under the rightful sun soon fled from her sight. It invited a feeling of nostalgia, sure, but that wasn’t how she was going to make friends. 

Particularly when guards show up.

The scarlet devil was not impressed by the leather jacketed men, nor with their sharp spears held at the ready. Not so much threateningly; Remilia was sure they weren’t going to risk their lives taking on an unknown like her. But she was unperturbed. Despite their best attempt to hide their fear, which to their own credit were quite disciplined min, she could smell it rolling off their sweat. Was this the reputation of a prime, or was it her vampiric appearance?

Either way, just smiled warmly at the two and then walked right past them.

“Hey! Wait a minute. You-”

“Are an abomination, scourge of the earth, will frighten children, aren’t allowed cookies after nine o’clock.” Remilia waved off the men in a dismissive flick to the man “Heard it. Maybe I should complain to your captain for harassing a tourist to his fine dimension.”

“T..tour-”

“You know” Remilia turned around, resting one of her small, slender finger on her chin as she mentally confounded her pitiful adversaries “Someone who goes around, spending money, saying good things about your food and culture. Not someone who gets harassed”

“But-”

“And it’s too late for that” Remilia interrupted. With the guard sufficiently distracted, it was only now have they realized that while they were too busy not being able to get a word in edgewise, Remilia was still walking away backwards. “See yaaaaaa~” 

And then the little vampire flew off into the sunny sky, her strange visit the talk of the town for at least for at least the rest of the night. Her own intentions were much more grand. This little kingdom would be to her liking soon enough.

But first, something to drink!

Harry Potter was on a beach in Costa Del Sol, crouched down in the sand with his new friend Hnaaag the albino dreadlocked Wookie, sketching Qudditch plays in the sand.

"But dude," the Wookie said. "Why would even catch the snatch-"

"Snitch," corrected Harry patiently.

"Snitch," Hnaaag amended. "Why would you catch the snitch if you're behind by more than a hundred and fifty points?"

"Mercy, generally," Harry admitted. "But at that point, your job as seeker would be to block the other teams seeker until you can get back into winning position. In a four week match in Poland in 1674-"

"Surfs up," announced the Wookie. The pair rush to grab their surf boards and paddle out into the ocean.

Harry smiled as he popped up onto his board, his legs still shaky, but managing to stay atop his surf board until the first wave crashed.

"Orelay!" the Wookie cried anachronistically as Harry's head surfaced. "Dude, you're a natural!"

This seemed to be true. In the few short days since Harry had met Hnaaag and started surfing he had improved immensely, already able to stay atop his board and even ride small waves. He found it very calming and centering, and unlike flying he had his feet firmly beneath him.

"Hey brodude," said the Wookie after the next wave. "Where do you find flying brooms?"

"They're just regular brooms, with a flying spell on them," responded Harry idly. The Wookie nodded.

"So like, why do you put the flying spell on brooms?" the Wookie asked casuaslly, not wanting to sound stupid. Harry paused.

"I don't know actually," he said after a moment.

"Well," says Hnaaag. "Have you ever put them on anything else?"

"Like what?"

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Harry and Hnaaag glided gracefully over the waters of Costa Del Sol on their surfboards, occasionally touching down to catch a wave, then launch upwards again. They fell quite a bit; it was rather unlike a broomstick, the steering down completely with their feet, and nothing to hang onto. It was fun but, Harry decided, impractical.

The surfers floated down to the shore just as the sun began to set and walked over to a crowded bonfire. Harry smiled widely as the group called out to them happily. Although Harry was new, this group of local surfers had welcomed him without question.

Harry chose a seat to the right of Frank, an Abra who always had amazing weed. Leaning on the Pokemon's other arm was his girlfriend, Fen'iya, a curvy pink Twi'lek.

"Sup," said Frank, his eyes closed.

"Sup," said Harry, grabbing a sausage to roast over the fire. To Harry's left was Marla, a pretty Blue Caster Minion with a fondness for fireworks that Harry had been flirting with.

"Sup," Harry said to her. Marla smiled cutely.

"Suuuup," she replied.

"Sup?" asked Cheese Doodle, a buddhist warforged tuning the strings on his acoustic guitar.

"Sup," Harry said.

The group wiled away a few hours with such deep conversations, and listening to Cheese Doodle strum his guitar.

"Think its dark enough, bro?" Hnaaag asked eventually. Harry nodded, and rose to his feet.  With a flick of his wand the bonfire was extinguished. The group got excited and moved in a semicircle around Harry. He looked back to see Marla's big bright eyes; she loved this part.

Harry held out his holly and phoenix feather wand like a conductor, and fired a bolt of white light high above the beach. His friends held their breath.

The ball of light exploded a hundred feet above them, and a shower of gold and purple sparks rained down harmlessly upon the laughing and screaming group.

Harry fired bolt after bolt of sparkling light, doing his best to recreate Fred and George's amazing fireworks. Flaming dragons snapped their jaws and swallowed sparkling pinwheels, crackling rockets exploded, and Harry thought Marla's eyes had never looked so pretty.

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Harry Potter sat on Hnaaags living room couch (also known as Harry's bed), smoking a big stupid bong, and watching a trailer for Rageface Part II: Shlurnbees on Dataverse.TV.

"You wanna go see that?" asked Frank the Abra, Harry's other room mate.

"Nah," Harry said as he stretched out on his couch. "I didn't see the first one."

Hnaaag the Wookie let out a tormented wail in his native Wookie tongue.

"Wuuuuaaaaarg! I forgot the Pepsi in the kitchen!" he admitted.

"Duuude, you need to just, chillax," said Harry wisely. With a flick of his wand, the ice cold Pepsi Cola drifted into the living room and into Hnaaag's furry hand. The dreadlocked Wookie was stunned.

"Bro," Hnaaag said is amazement. "You are really like, talented, you know? You should be selling flying surfboards, or fireworks, or like, floating things for people. You're meant for more than this."

Frank the Abra nodded.

Harry shrugged, yawned, and stretched.

"Nah."

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This is the official remade villain faction which will be made once Doom personally meets all of those who are interested in the alliance/agreement for villains. For those who are interested please post in this interest check and put where their character is currently of will be in the Omniveres. I will also say when Doom meet said characters he will be very inquisitive and want to know if they are truly up for the task of being in this Alliance, which means he wants to make sure said characters will not back out of plans in very bad situations and those who will take risks. Anyways for those who are interested I encourage you to join or at least become associated with the Cabal.