The streets of Minas Tirith were far more exciting than those of the villages below, people called out prices and wares, shoved trinkets, jewels, food, and a variety of other things at everyone who passed in the market place, including those who could not afford any of it in order to pressure them to buy it, noblemen who had no use for such garbage, and the lone tiefling that was about two stalls away from shoving whatever they were selling back down into the throats of the merchants. She muttered another "No thanks." and pushed her way through the crowd again. Trying for the umpteenth time to get out of the edge of the crowd. She was currently tailing a thin, almost non existing man through the market place upon request of another poor man. He needed a spy to tell him what his corrupt brother was doing with the money he was obviously stealing.

She had tried to argue that she was not that kind of person, nor was she the best person to blend into a crowd of humans. But he insisted, that she wore the same garb of the Black Hand or whatever other spying, thieving, rogues were out there doing this kind of work. She sighed, and finally begrudgingly took the job. It didn't pay for shit, but it gave her something to do while she scouted the city. Besides.. She was that kind of person, and she had the skills.

The cloak she wore was a pitch black, and cast a heavy shadow over her, keeping her cool but also trapping the heat inside. So her skin felt like it was melting off her bones while she was hugged from every front by a different person every time she took a step. She knew this was unlikely, even impossible, but she kept checking to see if her arms were still there, in a way a man pressed for time checks his watch every minute to see what progress he's made. She was hiding her appearance for their sake, but in doing so she hid her outfit. One she worked hard on.

Dark leather shirt, split down the middle of her front, with straps of leather binding it to her body, but the gap still showing off much more skin than anyone around her. The tails of the shirt came to two points, that flowed freely at her sides, and made a space for her tail. Which her tail was adorned with a silk ribbon, just for a nice touch. Her chap pants were tight, her belts were decorative, and her cuffed boots were thick and black. Any accent colors were that of her favorite, blue. 

She often wondered if her skin turned blue because of that, she only had two favorite shades, and this was the darker of the two. Her other was the neon bright, can't miss it unless you are blind, electric blue. The exact blue her electric abilities. Again, she wasn't sure but thought it had something to do with her. Oza was red, and his flames were bright orange. But with their image, its kind of hard to believe that was his two favorite colors and that the reason he was born that way because of whatever force of nature, or unnatural force, mad a man that way.

She checked her wrist again, visible because she only had fingerless gloves on. They fit perfectly, and since there was no wax like substance the same color of her skin running down them, she could only confirm she was not melting. Not yet. She looked back up to check on her targeted tail. This NPC had a generic name, thick brows, black facial hair that formed the most eastern looking mustache she's ever seen in real life, and a tuft of hair on his chin. He wore simple clothes of maroons and creams, no hat, just a thick pony tail. According to his brother, he's been stealing from them for months. So far, Ash hasn't seen him do anything but walk around. And it looked like all this random quest was doing was stealing from her. Time and patience. 

The girl let her vision go about the place again. The buildings reminded her of Assassin Creed, she could even make out the foot holes in most of them. Where she would leap and swing, and throw herself off to land in haystacks. That wouldn't work, not in real life. And not here. Curious as that was.. She felt like this was all a big virtual reality simulator, but when she got scratched by those thorns she felt it, and the blood that seeped through to mix with the troll's had been real.. But that shouldn't surprise her as much as it did, because even in her real world, she had felt like reality wasn't as it seemed.

Back home she used parkour to race around the city, sometimes with other Street Rat members, sometimes to simply escape the cops. Her job, the one they technically tax her on, was being a stripper. How much more video game like can you get? Odd job, hard life, fancy new powers, family problems, and now a way to get out of that rut in one's life. Only with a part two, a bigger plot twist. Instead of waking up in the Leviathan's bed, she had dreamed her way into this place. Not.. Like she was complaining. A change of pace is always good for the bored. And Ashe got bored quickly. 

For instance.. When someone asks for her to spy on his scoundrel of a brother, and that man does nothing suspicious what so ever. 'I mean would it kill the bastard to at least look at a girl with evil intent. At least that way I can tell his brother he's paying for whores.' She thought to herself, pulling at the hood of her cloak and trying to fan herself. Her blind appearing eyes back on him, bored and annoyed to see he was stopping yet again to look at something that's on sale. But then to her surprise, his lips began to move. And the merchant looked away but spoke as he fanned himself. Finally! Something usable.

I'd normally post something like this on the staff forum, but we have lots of senior members here who can give valuable input, and I'd like to include them on these kinds of discussions as well. After all, I tell my staff to post suggestions on the Omniverse discussion unless otherwise needed, so I should do the same

It's insane to me that a vita compass would work on someone like Palpatine or Diablo. So I was thinking about introducing a Vita Blocker for something like 1500 OM.

Then, a level 2 Vita Compass that overcomes that Maybe 2000 OM. And a level 2 Vita Blocker, at 2500. These can be upgraded from the previous versions like moves. We could sell them separately as 'upgrades' but same either way.

Up to say level 3, with increasing costs of course. This just gives some granularity and options for overcoming the Vita Compass which I assume people with endless amounts of OM would have. Just brainstorming atm.

Character name: Madotsuki

Character source: Yume Nikki

Character history: You'd be hard-pressed to gather any information about her past before she gets stuck in the apartment, mostly because she doesn't remember it. The only things she knows is that she is more than human and has very disturbing dreams. Longing to permanently live in her dreams, she deposited her Effects at the Nexus (not the Omniverse's Nexus) and jumped off the balcony. She originates from the video game Yume Nikki, disregarding the manga. She's taken while she's falling off the balcony at the end of the game.

Physical Description:

Stats:
ATK: 2
DEF: 1
SPD: 3
TEC: 4

Starting Proficiencies: Physical (1000), Ranged (1000)

Starting Powers: Phasing (1200)

Starting Moves: Effect Knife - 300 (Requires Physical Proficiency)
This is your average kitchen knife. Madotsuki can hold it in one hand without much difficulty. Very weak, but agile, and the hits rack up over time.

Shadow Punch - 300 (Requires Physical Proficiency)
Madotsuki pulls out her diary and opens it away from her, channeling dream energy into the form of a giant fist about one foot in diameter that shoots out from the pages and punches two feet away from her at the speed of a fully-drawn arrow. After extending to its max length, it immediately retracts. It's a lot more powerful than her normal kitchen knife, but it's taxing to repeatedly summon the fist.

Night Slash - 300 (Requires Ranged Proficiency)
Madotsuki winds up for a moment and swings her knife in a wide arc in front of her, spawning a crescent of dream energy at chest-height that's 3 feet wide and six inches tall. It moves in the direction that Madotsuki swung the knife at about the running speed of a healthy human for 15 feet or until it hits a target before fading into nothing. It deals very minor damage, but it can be used while moving and is somewhat spammable, although trying to spam it while running is very tiring. She prefers using it as a spacing tool, keeping her opponent at a distance while she plans her next move.

Ghoul Rush - 300 (Requires Ranged Proficiency)
Madotsuki pushes her palm outwards and focuses for two seconds, shooting out a writhing column of dream energy about a foot in length and 8 inches in width. It launches towards the direction she aimed at and moves about 10 feet at the speed of an arrow before breaking apart into nothing. It deals a very solid hit to whatever it hits, but is the most tiring move in her arsenal and she can't move while focusing.

I confirm that I have read and agreed to the Rules of Conduct. Yep.

Where did you find us? RPG-Directory

Spent OM: 4400

whelp. This had to happen. Add your own!

"Girl, you make my knees feel like Guu."

"Man, are we in the Underverse? Because I feel like it's really burning up in here."

• Finalize character profiles
  
• FInalize lands and quests
  
• Post testing.
  

• Players will all have each other on pesterOmni. Up to the players how they feel about each other.
  
• Players will introduce their houses and rooms, as well as their interests.  They will also establish their Strife Specibus.
  
• Hints of the game will be dropped, as well as a release date towards the end fo April, where the players will begin to either plot their connections or  simply wait until its release.
  
• Event Runners will be pre-writing other events, such as the formation of Skaia and the Moon among other SBURB related things.
  
• Depending on how we want to do this, some dreamers may be able to awaken on their moons before game start, but not interrupt its process. This will most likely be available for the veterans who know more than the average person about Homestuck, as they will be able to freely move about the world without many aides from event runners.
  

(04-09-2016, 11:57 AM)Tartaros Wrote: Alright, in case anyone is having any kind of trouble with the complicated-ass classpect system, I figured I'd post a summary of 'em. Y'all ready for some textwalls?

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CLASSES

A player's class main function is to influence how they interact with and use (or are used by) their aspect. Think of an aspect as a sword, and the class as how the player uses it. Classes also work on a for the most part unknown scale of "active" to "passive", though you won't really need to worry about that for now.

• Rogue - Typically assigned to a female player, though not exclusively, the Rogue can take their aspect from something and distribute it to others. Think of their abilities in a similar manner to Robin Hood, taking from one and giving to others.
  
• Thief - The Thief's abilities are based around taking their aspect from others for their own personal benefit. For example, Vriska was able to manipulate outcomes in her favour through "luck" as a Thief of Light.
  
• Heir - The abilities of the Heir are for the most part somewhat of an unknown. They seem to be "protected"/consumed by their aspect in subtle ways. 
  
• Maid - Like the Heir (and most classes) the Maid's abilities are hard to pin down. Though, they seem to use their aspect to repair and protect others. 
  
• Page -  Ohhhhh boy. This one is fun. A Page is based around untapped potential and the ability to "create" their aspect an use it for the benefit of others. While they initially start of very weak and inhibited from achieving some sort of goal, if they overcome it they can be one of the most powerful classes in SBURB.
  
• Knight - The Knight is pretty simple to classify. The Knight is protector, using their class almost like a weapon for the benefit of the session and the group. 
  
• Seer - The Seer is also explored rather in-depth in the comic, much like the Knight. They seem to use their knowledge of their aspect to guide others. As an example Terezi, as a Seer of Mind, could use her knowledge of people's reactions and cause and effect to guide the session and her fellow players.
  
• Mage - The Mage is one of the hardest to classify. They seem to use knowledge of their aspect to their own benefit, however. It is also theorized that they forfeit their aspect itself for knowledge pertaining to it.
  
• Sylph - The Sylph is a class based around "healing" others using their aspect. They also seem to be generally level-headed and calm on the surface, but occasionally prone to fits of anger. Areana as a Sylph of Light could help people "see" things, both in a literal and figurative sense, and seemed obsessed with explaining things. much like I'm doing now
  
• Witch - The Witch is like the Sylph, however they manipulate their aspect to help in a far more literal sense. Jade as a Witch of Space is quite literally able to control matter, shrinking, growing and moving it as she pleases once she reached God Tier.
  
• Prince - Hoooo boy, these last two are a shitstorm. The Prince is one who destroys, or destroys with their aspect. They also act much in opposition of their aspect, and are an extremely powerful offensive class. Eridan as a Prince of Hope, was rather ruthless and prone to fits of anger, much like a Rage player, while Kurloz, a Prince of Rage was seemingly calm and collected in every situation and Dirk, a Prince of Heart was reserved and calculating much like a Mind player.
  
• Bard - The Bard is the "wildcard" class, alternating between shying away from their aspect much like a Prince, and embracing it completely. Gamzee as a Bard of Rage, for example, acts much like a Hope player most of the time, with his religion and belief in "MiRaClEs", but goes into a berserk, genocidal rage if pushed hard enough.
  

Oh, and there's also the Lord and Muse classes, but they're relative unknowns and only seem to appear in two-player sessions. They seem to deal with their aspects on the largest and smallest scales respectively. The Lord commanding absolute control over their aspect, or at least trying to, and the Muse passively inspiring others with theirs. Now, that's about it for classes. I'll type up aspects later because I've been writing this shit for like an hour now. PM me or someone else if you want any more specifics though. Hope this helped!
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(04-08-2016, 02:19 AM)Mark Wrote: Player Name: Mark
PesterOmni: nervousHabit
Classpect: Sylph of Hope
Land: Land of Lenses and Sparks(LOLAS)
Moon: Derse
Strife Specibus: FISTKIND

(04-08-2016, 06:56 AM)Connor-813 Wrote: Player Name: Aaaron
PesterOmni: scarletFlight
Classpect: Knight of Space
Land: Land of Thought and Art(LOTAA)
Moon: Prospit
Strife Specibus: Ballkind

(04-08-2016, 11:03 PM)Sans Wrote: Player Name: Frisk
PesterOmni: freskAbenet
Classpect: Bard of Blood
Land: Land of Abandonment and Friends(LOAAF)
Moon: Prospit
Strife Specibus: Knifekind

(04-09-2016, 11:33 AM)Eric Everstorm Wrote: Player Name: Paul
PesterOmni: nocturnalNerd
Classpect: Page of Breath
Land: Land of Iron and Portals(LOIAP)
Moon: Prospit
Strife Specibus: Staffkind

(04-09-2016, 12:14 PM)Link Wrote: Player Name: Ash
PesterOmni: purpleHerp
Classpect: Thief of Mind
Land: Land of Equanimity and Jocularity(LOEAJ)
Moon: Derse
Strife Specibus: Boomerangkind

(04-09-2016, 07:55 PM)ADventuresVDO Wrote: Player Name: Paige Turner
PesterOmni: literaryEnthusiast
Classpect: Rouge of Time
Land: Land of Sand and Cogs (LOSAC)
Moon: Prospit
Strife Specibus: Pistolkind

(04-10-2016, 05:04 AM)Claptrap Wrote: Player Name: Jay
PesterOmni: violetConfusion
Classpect: Prince of Life
Land: Land of  Trees and Tombs (LOTAT)
Moon: Prospit
Strife Specibus: Scythekind

(04-11-2016, 02:50 PM)Dell Conagher Wrote: Player Name: Todd
PesterOmni: bespectacledGeek
Classpect: Seer of Void
Land: Land of Gravity and Night (LOGAN)
Moon: Derse
Strife Specibus: Controllerkind

(04-11-2016, 03:40 PM)Makoto Yuki Wrote: Player Name: Ahmad
PesterOmni: avidProcrastinator
Classpect: Mage of Doom
Land: Land of Decrees and Winter (LODAW)
Moon: Derse
Strife Specibus: Wandkind

(04-11-2016, 05:25 PM)John Egbert Wrote: Player Name: Finn
PesterOmni: luxuriusUncertainty
Classpect: Heir of Rage
Land: Land of Storms and Concrete (LOSAC)
Moon: Derse
Strife Specibus: Clubkind

(04-12-2016, 01:27 PM)Joker Wrote: Player Name: Terry Amaz
PesterOmni: phoenixUnited
Classpect: Witch of Light
Land: Land of Sun and Fire 
Moon: Derse
Strife Specibus: Hammerkind

(04-12-2016, 03:59 PM)Hatate Wrote: Player Name: Mary
PesterOmni: animateCanvas
Classpect: Maid of Heart
Land: Land of Paint and Soul (LOPAS)
Moon: Prospit
Strife Specibus: Palleteknifekind

(04-24-2016, 01:34 AM)Harry Dresden Wrote: Player Name: Melchior Gabor
PesterOmni: [color=##3399ff]sagaciousBibliophile[/color]
Classpect: Mage of Mind
Land: Land of Rivers and Music (LORAM): A calm land, cast in perpetual sunset, with several wide rivers running through it and plant and animal life that makes music when it moves, with disturbances causing downright cacophonous mistakes in what is normally a passably good song.
Moon: Derse
Strife Specibus: Pocketknifekind

(04-24-2016, 07:06 AM)Nealaphh Wrote: Player Name: Nero Manilla
PesterOmni: resoluteDreamer
Classpect: Seer of Hope
Land: Land of Stars and Castles (LOSAC):
A solemn, pensive land that is absolutely covered in ancient fortresses and keeps, often connected to each other by vast bridges that stretch for miles. Bright, glinting spheres hover and drift among then spires and buttresses, threatening to obliterate everything they touch. The small, bird-like inhabitants of this land keep trying to build higher and stronger walls, only to have them incinerated every time. It is up to the Seer's job to 'learn the will of the stars', in that the shining spheres actually have an intricate pattern of movement that can be mapped. Once this is done, the Seer can teach the inhabitants how to build around the stars' movement.
Moon: Prospit Dreamer
Strife Specibus: xbowkind

In the thick of the forest, a clearing 30 yards wide, lay a mound of horrible stench. A large body of gigantic portion laid very still. Its arm twisted and crooked, and bloody sat motionless as if it were about to heave the large mass up once more. The ugly head, bulbous nose, long ears, mis-match shaped eyes frozen in fear, crooked teeth gritting still, and long dreadlocks of dirty hair, leaves, and branches gather loosely around the severed neck, sits a few feet away. The body itself was barely covered, missing its head, and both legs. Each leg was as thick as boulders and two stories tall, however one was cut at the knee, and one had been severed mid-calf. These limbs had fallen backwards where the whole body had fallen forward where it laid now, however 5 more legs and and an arm were scattered about around the forest up to this point. Marking the path Ash's battle with the troll had taken them.

On top of the massive corpse sat Ash herself. The tiefling was covered in the brackish gore, her mock royal dress torn half off her body by the troll's fist, the shreds of it still clutched in the severed arm waved in the light breeze as the shadow walked towards her. She had her comm's viewing device out, watching the last match in the Colosseum that had brought them out here in the first place, her tail swinging lazily behind her. The sun was setting already, the bright orange light warmed her bruised colored skin as it reflected off the gaping slashes in her side. Battle marked her body regularly, but these were freshly made from the thick of bushes she'd dove into to escape a hit by the troll's club.

By the time he reached her, Jaixe would be wadding through the suffocating stench of a dead troll, which was somehow worse than when it had been alive. He himself had taken care of the humans, their bodies cluttered up the beautiful surrounding area of this noxious place. At least he didn't feel like vomiting anymore, other than the troll corpse.

She didn't look up, but Ash knew her companion was there. Mostly because her connection to his cell was much deeper than he even knew. "We missed the tournament.." She said in a calm voice. "But I have it all recorded for you. I sent them to you already." He was quiet as he checked his phone, Ash glanced over and watched him as he did it. The wind picked up again, brushing his dark hair out of his face while the light of his device bounced off his unique orange eyes. The handsome heartless checked how many files there were, or she assumed that's what he was looking for, then pushed the communication device into the folds of his outfit somewhere out of sight.

"We should split up for a bit.. If that captain was important at all they will be investigating his disappearance. It's unlikely that we can actually blame it on the troll since it is dead as well. Either way.. I have other things to attend to it would seem. I already got rid of what was left of his platoon.." He meant to talk to them peacefully, but they attacked him on sight. "Try to get some information around this verse, anything relative to what we were researching in the libraries, and pass it to me. It was... Interesting working with you, Ash." With that he turned back around and began walking in the opposite direction he had taken to get to her. And then he was gone.

Ash watched him leave with disinterest deep in her face, but she was actually sad to see him go. Not many people meshed with her as well as he did.

The tiefling went back to her phone and finished the last fight, only because she had to to cut the line she strung with the other phones and devices at the tournament. She sent him the last video as she did the other's and then stood up. By this time the sky was the color of royal purples and neon pinks, stars dotting the sky, and the moon looming faintly in the atmosphere. It reminded her of the clubs she either frequently visited for entertainment, or danced on the tables as the entertainment. 

The half naked girl grabbed the rope to the hook, yanked it free of the cold dead body of her troll, and started to swing it. It whipped gently near her ear for a few seconds, the sun bringing light to her eyes and for a moment she looked to have golden embers for eyes. Then she tossed the hook to the nearest tree, tugged for it's stability, and then swung off her mountain and into the wilds of Camelot.

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Days later Ash hadn't found any secret paths to the other verses, but she managed to find her horse and go into town. Even in her repaired clothing, royal purples, slimming blacks, and deep red lips. She still stood out far too much for their liking. Apparently the purplish blue hues of her skin, the horns sticking out of her head, pointed ears and teeth, and the devil's tail was off putting to humans no matter what era of time you are in. Despite her disturbing appearance, she found plenty of people who would talk to her and answer her questions. With the locals help, she found her way onto the floating island. She also found a place to leave her horse. 

Ash, now dressed in typical adventure gear of leather straps, gloves, and boots; all adorned with metal buckles or studs, she ventured towards her destination.

Warren's gonna be putting together a team of primes,  and also secondaries if anyone wants to join the newly formed "Team Zimmer"  which will be trying to push the boundaries of technology,  and also combat possibilities.  Warren's also looking for loyalty among the primes  and secondaries because he needs trustworthy minions.   So is anyone interested?  If so Warren is on Coruscant.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jAAZsWnFve0

Watch this. Then consider what I'll do to that blasted Bowser when I get to the Ashen Steppes.

Scattered around the beaches were pretty uninteresting huts, 4 foot by 4 foot little stalls in rows of 5. With very little investigation anyone can find that they were showers. Their use is for the swimmers to wash off the salt water, tanning girls to scrub off the oil and freshen up, for volley ball players to rinse off the sand and sweat after a hard day's worth of games. They were also a great convenience to anyone who needed a good shower but lacked the funds of means for a hotel room here in Costa Del Sol; Or in Dust's case, a freshly created Prime who didn't know the world's recommended ways of doing things. 

After their victory drink, Dust walked out of the restaurant to get away from the crowds that were now jumping in to get a drink after their hard day of doing whatever they were doing, and shuffled close to the beach again. He saw these huts and became curious. When he found they were simple showers, he stepped in, pulled the flimsy door into the solid lock, and began to undress. He only had the pair of shorts he wore, and even he was surprised to find this. They had been rather comfortable and tight fitting, but not at all pinching in sensitive places. He looked at them, shrugged, and hung them over the door.

The water spout was high above him, even at his 6'9" height, and stared ominously back at him while the full moon lit the small room enough for Dust to work the knob. There was exactly one knob, and it made him cringe. That meant there was no setting the temperature of the water, which meant this could be a very brief but freezing shower. Ookami let out a sigh, but could smell the sweat on his skin and reached out for the single glittering knob. Turning it caused it to creak metallically in protest.

He heard the rush of the water up the pipe, turned his face away, and winced before the water even spit up the pre-pressured water. Then it hit him full force, and he winced harder! Only to be pleasantly surprised by the luke warmth as the liquid pelted his bare chest and shoulders. He looked back up at the spout, confused and curious to what magic this was, then remembered where he was. How he got here.. 

He washed up casually, enjoying the warmth of the water as it ran down each muscle, smelling the un-scented generic soap that hung from the head of the shower by a rope, marveling at how it never seemed to get lower no matter how much he used, running his hands through his hair as he looked at nothing, turning around to feel the relaxing spray against his sore shoulders and hot back. He realized after he turned the knob again that he did not have a towel, and instead of conjuring one up he sat down naked on the seat and just stared at the empowering rays of Selena shine up the metal as drops of water streatched itself thin before the excess freed itself and dropped out of sight.

Wolf closed his eyes and just listened to the waves, goosebumps scattering across his entire body as the water on him cooled before evaporating naturally or collected on the floor under him. He thought he heard someone speaking in whispers, but he couldn't sense anyone. He slowly drifted closer to sleep..

Only to jump out of it once he realized what was happening. Rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands he groaned. He couldn't help but think of Shock at that exact moment. Where was she? Did she make it out in time? Make it out at all? He sighed, checked his body with his hands, found that he was mostly dried, and dressed. In just the shorts again. SW - 808 walked out of the hut, leaving it roughly in the same state he'd found it, but when he looked up he caught the glimmer of something in the sand on the shore of the beach, just as waves rolled in and crashed against whatever it was.

He became curious and moved over, letting his still wet feet collect the dry sand as he trotted over most of the beach, and then cautiously approached by walking straight to the shore line. He looked down at what was glittering under the falling back waves, but only saw it for what it was when the water breathed back into the ocean. A coin. A gold coin. How odd...

It could only be odd to the modern day werewolf because he has never seen a random gold coin, but given that they were on a beach and he'd heard of talk of pirates on the radio, maybe it wasn't so far-fetched to believe gold coins could be common. "Strange.." But alluring enough for the bulk of a man to step closer, squat down, reach into the sand, and close his fingers around the mysterious item. The sea in front of him washed over his hands and ankles, cleaning off the coin, and as the waves pulled back he brought the trinket to his face, looking it over..

Energy weapons were weapons that anyone with the right training could wield.  Given that his blasters were inoperable,  and Warren had only his martial arts skills to fall back on presently,  he didn't want to remain helpless for long.  After three visits to the major library on the planet,  Warren had discovered the existence of an "Energy Blade"  that was called a lightsaber.  Such a weapon seemed impractical at first, but given that it was very difficult to block according to what he had read,   Warren paced back and forth through the empty warehouse he called a Temporary Home because he had nowhere else presently.  Soon he was going to seek out the supplies he needed in order to build one of those blades and arm himself properly so that he could survive in this new world.  Without functional weapons,  one wouldn't last long and that was an issue he planned to resolve at his first possible opportunity.   As the Quarterback of Chaos it was his duty to not be defeated by order such as that the Guardians imposed on his world on a regular basis.  Since he couldn't go back to his own world,  he'd have to expand his power here.  Logically the choice to arm himself was a wise idea in any case. 

Yet his blade wouldn't be your run of a mill lightsaber. No.  It had to fit him to a tee.  The perfect blade would be one that could be changed and could flow like chaos. A straight blade wasn't the right one for him in that case. What he needed was a curved blade... perhaps one similar to a katana.  Coming up with a design for the blade was going to be the easiest part.  Yet building the blade was going to be the hard part as there had been little information in the libraries.   Creating such a marvelous weapon was going to take every bit of skill Warren possessed and even some talents he presently didn't have access to.  Still,  having a blade was worth it.   A blade would mean he could carve his enemies to pieces and make them suffer.  The sword also had another advantage.   To put it bluntly,  the blade was weightless and that meant it could be used in a variety of ways other swords couldn't.   Still right now he only had theories about the blade and what it would look like actually.   Soon he was going to start gathering the materials he needed to make a blade.