Something changed. Physical or mental, she couldn’t quite tell in that moment; all she could surmise about her present being was that there was both something and nothing around her. It wasn’t Hell, as she’d seen the Devil himself and lived to tell the tale. He’d explicitly sent her out of that realm and into something new. Was she actually free, after all this time?
 
Yes, and no. She was free, but she was still a slave. Owned not by Ramses or Nathaniel, but by Diablo himself. A burning sensation compelled her to reach up towards her collarbone and touch the skin there delicately, her fingertips running over the charred flesh. She wore his brand on her body, a symbol for all to see, to judge.
 
The one redeeming piece of information she’d garnered from her time in Hell was that it was that time of year again, the Abyss was on again, and she’d been told that Victor Wolfe would be in attendance. Fanfuckingtastic.
 
Energy welled within her, dancing in a reddish cloud around her body, sparkling and beautiful. In that moment, Violet felt filled with so many emotions, but above all of it…was rage. Pure, seething, burning rage. Victor was the one that sent her to Hell, and with luck, she’d be the one to return the favor. Soon, so very soon, she hoped to see his face, mottled and glistening with fear. She wanted him to look upon her, take in everything that was written both in her aura and her flesh, and know that such a fate awaited him.
 
Before she could exact her revenge, she had one bigger problem to overcome: finding where the hell she was and how to get out. Also, where was Nathaniel? Did he not also get expelled? Likely not, and the knowledge of such did not bring her any sort of peace. Even though she hated him, his company was better than none. What could be done, though?
 
While she silently contemplated Nathaniel’s status, her eyes roved the land around her: bland grey and black monochrome landscaping, a dark but somehow still luminescent sky, shimmering lines that zigzagged in curious paths that went on forever. The lines pulsed with some kind of energy that felt cold and lifeless.
 
Was she meant to follow them? She had no other idea on how to get out, so following these lines was the plan, then. For hours, her feet moved, one in front of the other towards some unknown. The only thing that made noise was her feet tiptapping along the stone and the blood rushing through her ears.
 
“A proper tool acts ONLY when the master gives a command. You will understand this in time, or you will continue to suffer.” The disembodied voice echoed through her brain, over and over, torturing her. The command was given, she was his tool, and she would act on his behalf, whatever that will would be. The very idea of being forever bound to another, being their instrument, enraged her. In her mortal life, she’d fought against such ideals, and for the brief spurts of time when she was free-truly free- it was how she wanted life to always be. But, as she’d learned time and time again, we were all someone’s bitch, whether we realized it or not. Some were lucky to know their masters, while others wandered onward towards death directed by some unknown force, doing their bidding, but never knowing they were being played like a marionette in some carnival play.
 
Many times, she’d realized she was that marionette, while other times, she played the puppeteer. The insane logic of it rolled relentlessly around in her mind as blips of her life flashed before her, a place where Red lived on through death, where Nathaniel played himself and so many others, others she had tried hard to place trust in and heartlessly shattered it, a place where her life before being brought into this existence was her perfection. Her children were there, as well as Bardock and Buu. Both she’d claimed as her mates and both of which gave her her greatest gifts.
 
All of that was gone now. They were gone, forever lost to the aether. Dread filled her so suddenly, it made her body shudder. A gasp escaped her lips as awareness came back in a shocking crash. The world around her was still the same darkness, the lines like tattoos across its hard flesh, beaconing for her to keep moving forward.
 
She hoped, prayed, she would escape. She needed to be out there on the battlefield, not just to repay Victor Wolfe for his ‘kindness’, but because the battlefield was where she belonged. Living for a decade among the Saiyans and then years on Earth under military rule had that strange effect that to live was to fight, and to fight was all that mattered. She needed to fight, she needed to escape.
 
She needed a way out.
 
Kneeling, Violet placed a hand over the line she’d been following. The white pulsing light shone through, illuminating the bone and flesh, but oddly, felt just a little cool, like plunging her hand through a pool of water. Her eyes closed, and she saw that light snaking its way upward through her, merging with her skin, her very essence. She felt something within her link with this energy, compelling her to move with it, to dance along with it as it rippled across the realm.
 
She didn’t know how long she knelt like that, but in an instant, she was off again, her feet barely touching the surface as she moved with the pulsating leylines. Her body had changed, ever so slightly, to reflect the lines she followed. Every scar was alight, pulsing in time to the lines she followed. Perhaps she had become light itself, running along with the very soul of this world, to what end, she did not know, just that it had to happen, as it was her nature to do so.
 
Something waited for her, silent, but calling to her all the same. Her body moved with a finesse she hadn’t known before, forever onward towards a destination she didn’t know. She only hoped that it was her escape.

The draft will be streamed through twitch.tv for those interested in following along.

I'll post a link after 6 pm CDT, and I'll have the streaming service online after 630 to make sure there aren't any hiccups.

Draft will likely start between 645 and 700 CDT.

All the names will be on opaque slips of taped shut paper.  I'll draw a name and then draw his partner.  The next two drawn names will be that team's adversaries in the opening round (#hypetrain)

[Her Story]

Promise walked back to her housing unit in the walls of the station, headphones blasting her favorite band into her head and completely cutting her off from the rest of the piece of shit verse. In her peripheral vision, she could make out plenty of people milling about around her like background character’s in a music video. They hardly seemed to notice her, never turning to look at her as she continued on with her day. Promise was fairly normal. She was just a girl with dark brown hair and bright blue eyes, caucasian, about five-five, and just turned twenty-one. She wasn't exactly a normal person though. That was for another time.

Her favorite colors were purple, blue, green and black. She was wearing a purple tank top, black pants, and a grey hoodie with a skull design on the back. Her dark long hair was in a french braid and hung over her shoulder. She wore black and silver headphones that covered her entire ears which she cherished if only because it was easier to block out everyone with them.


Promise had a serious problem with people; she didn’t like them. Almost everyone she has come into contact with has done her wrong in some way, and eventually, she gave up on finding anyone to be friends with. It was a waste of her time and effort to get close to anyone anymore.

Only this would become the root of her problems because it seemed to attract even more people to her! Something about a loner always made people want to be a part of their desert island world. This served a single purpose in life and that was to piss her off even more.


She reached into the black studded messenger-style bag that hung on her shoulder and went to go dig out her key. When she doesn't find it immediately she frowned out of frustration and pulled the bag closer to search harder! Normally this wouldn’t get to her, but there was a limit to how many minor inconveniences a girl could endure for one day.


Behind her, the world was becoming a little grimmer.


A pack of real zombies was attacking a small group of people a few blocks away. A crowd watched some in awe at the brutality, some in shock, most of them thought it was just an act, and even if it were impressive most of them acted like it wasn't.


Everyone has heard of zombies and everyone thought they were just something out of a sci-fi comic but wasn't that the same thing said about space travel? When the zombies had devoured the small group of kids, who had been screaming and freaking out the whole time, the living cadavers turn to take their clapping audience! Suddenly it is apparent that this wasn't entertainment thought up by some governmental official, it was real. The crowd quickly started to dilute, running in all sorts of direction, trying desperately to get to some safety, and soon the zombies were spreading out and taking big bites out of society.


Finally!


Promise found her key card! She slides the black strip on the back through the card reader mounted beside her door before cursing that the damn lock wasn’t working. Again. She sighed loudly before she swiped it again. As the door beeped and flashed a red light, forcing her to groan in added frustration, a deadly figure took noticed and began to limp over to her. It raised its arms towards her and just as it was close enough to lunge the door dinged instead and slid open; Allowing her to step in undisturbed other than a bit peeved her card was acting like it needed to be replaced.


As for the zombie whose intestines were dragging behind it, before it could catch its next meal the automatic door slammed shut. He smacked against the door, well more bounced, the room behind it was filled with a hollow metallic ‘thump’ before going silent once more. The creature of horror stumbled back due to such a force acting upon its movement. It means to attack the door once more, but the sound of a woman in the distance screaming alerted it to the action around it. It shuffled away


Promise also had five pets. She didn’t like people, but she liked animals. Funny given her profession.

She went through the ritual of unloading her stuff on the table while she still listened to her favorite band, tossing her key card on the table and grabbing the can of food flakes for her fish. There were three fish in the single tank, a cleaner and a two bizarre alien looking ones with bulging eyes and neon colors. She twisted the top of her can so there were holes at the top and then shook it over the water. She watched the two fight over the flakes which went from a solid flake to a sheet of edible fabric. What wasn’t hungrily devoured by the two main ones floated to the stained yellow rocks at the bottom of the tank. She had always wondered if they did that on purpose...


Promise made a note to clean the aquarium on her next day off.


She also had a black and white sheepdog who was locked up in his own room and a white rat that was probably sleeping in her edible log. Next on her daily routine was to cook herself something. [Nothing like zombies to make a girl hungry..]


She doesn't bother to take off her headphones, she had no family to deal with after work nor did she have any roommate. She decided to skip the oven and put some tuna fish on some bread and eat it instead. When she was done with her food she is ready to play with Max.


In the little time that she took to eat, the undead terrorist had taken care of any person on the streets, a few had made it back into their homes or other forms of safety. So when Hope finally pulled the headphones off she couldn't hear anything out of the ordinary, except Max who was barking and scratching away at the door where he’d been left.

Feeling bad despite how much she spoiled him, Promise headed up the staircase and opened the door. As soon as she did Max bolted out and down the stairs. A moment later he came back up as fast as a four-legged buddy could and jumped his owner. She laughed at his silly display and began to pet him all over his fur covered body. "Good boy!" She exclaimed. You’d never catch her dead this excited to see a human.


A few hours later, after supper, Max is to be taken for a walk, but that day was different.


When Promise opened the door and stepped out she was met with a horrible sight fit for the goriest of movies!! Bodies everywhere! She went into shock almost instantly, so much that Max was able to jerk free from her grip and ran off. She was so stunned she hadn’t even noticed. Promise was left staring at the sea of bodies.


Had cutting herself away from the world caused her to miss some crazy event?


She took a few heavy steps towards a small boys body that laid lifeless on the ground, kneeling down to look it over. There were vicious wounds along his frail shoulders and neck, but the strangest part is they looked like bite marks! Her fingers start to tremble as she goes to touch the body; Cold...

Suddenly something pulsed against the tip of her finger and in an instant the boy jumped up in a sitting position! There was a second of pure awe as he gasped in lungs full of air. The next second it screamed an inhuman screech that frightened Promise into falling back on her tailbone. She clasped her hands over her ears and endured what she couldn’t block out. When it was done she was left breathing erratically. Her chest pumped up and down with air as she began to panic.

At the edge of her vision, she saw more movement. The blurry shadow was first a formless figure, and then a man. Her neighbor. He was already coming at her with this dead look on his face mouth opened as wide as the gaping holes in his neck and chest. She could only hear her heart beating faster and faster in her ears, she was numb to everything else. However, Promise managed to get back to her feet.


In her escape, she backed into another corpse and jumped with a shrill and short terrified scream. She turned, covering her mouth to contain her fear, and saw several undead rose. She turned left and right so many times that her head spun, quickly losing count of the bodies. Her anxiety builds to crippling levels and had it not for one thing she may have quickly become the next victim. Her mind snapped to full attention upon hearing her dog’s barking. Promise rushed past the unholy creatures and back to her door. Max’s barking both alerted and attracted them, and she suddenly understood what these things were; She did everything she could to comprehend that fact though.

Promise slammed her body against her own door and ripped at her clothing as she struggled to find her key card once more, her hands trembled as she internally screamed. 'Oh fuck, oh fuck!' He unsteady hands fought to swipe the card, its red light flashed and declined her access to her own home. Desperate she began to bang on the metal door, tears streamed down her face as she could only hear the loud the moans of the undead. The sounds were haunting and if she wasn't in danger she'd have admired them for the horror sounds that they were! Max’s barking sounded right into her ear, he was beside her even now in her final hour - of which was the only sound that could successfully drown out her panicked heart as she felt the fingertips begin to find purchase on her shirt.

Having already begun to give up, letting the gravity of the situation drag her down the front of the door. Defeat bubbled inside of her and began to consume her and she began to cry loudly.

She never even heard the cock of the gun. By the time she heard gunshots echo through the enclosed space and Promise’s head. Her crying stopped in an instant and blood rained down on her. She looked up at where a head used to be, the body crumpled and gave her a promising view of her hero as he turned to gun down several other people she had only barely known.

So… you want to hear a story, eh? One about a strange new world, where anything your heart desires can be yours? Haha! Have I got a story for you! The Omn- *BLAM!!*


Hey! This is- dammit, I got blood on my suit…- This is MY story, pal! Ain’t no way I’m letting some greedy little bandit-lover do my intro, alright?! A-HEM! Let’s try that again, shall we? And this time, no first-person perspective. I hear people HATE that shit.


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The air shimmered with the warmth of Pandora’s lifeblood, glowing magma flowing past the small, basalt island like a river. Echoing from the cavernous walls of the Vault were the death cries of the ancient Eridium weapon known as the Warrior; a monster of such mythical strength that it’s practically a god. Or, rather, it WAS practically a god. Whether through luck or skill (or just sheer firepower), the beast had been felled through the efforts of a ragtag group calling themselves ‘the Resistance’.


As the echoes of the Warrior’s defeat faded and were drowned out by the bubbling magma all around him, Jack was crushed under the weight of his despair. All his carefully laid plans come to a bitter end, all his-


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Actually, you know what: How about we just skip this part, alright? Let’s just say I murdered that Resistance off real nice, all before that douchebag Omni dragged me off in the midst of my victory celebration. Definitely not while I was busy bleeding out and about to get shot in the head. Ok, pumpkin, let’s skip ahead.


Oh, and sorry for the first person. I know I said we weren’t gonna do that, but...


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The lights were dazzling as Jack stepped out onto the stage. A crowd of spectators deafened him with the volume of the cheering, and through the glare, the Handsome One could spot the benefactor of the event he’d just one, a Mr. Karl Jak, nodding his approval over a glass of red wine. It had been a long, and hard road, filled with many an exciting moment and close-call, but in the end, Handsome Jack had become the winner of Dante’s Abyss. He had surmounted every obstacle, beaten every foe, and backstabbed his own ally, to scratch his way to the top. In a way, it reminded him of his days as-


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Ok, I think we might’ve skipped a bit too far that time. Straight into “speculative future” territory. Dial it back a bit, pal. How about we start just after Omni’s crappy speech? Ok? Good. Here we go. For realsies this time.

Character Name: Jonathan Crane AKA The Scarecrow

Character Source: DC Comics, ArkhamVerse (http://batman.wikia.com/wiki/Scarecrow_(Arkhamverse)) for full information. 

Character History: Taken from the game Arkham Knight. 

Character Appearance: 




Stats
ATK: 2
DEF: 3
SPD:2
TEC:3 

Starting Proficiencies:  
 Debuff Proficiency- 1000 OM
Physical Strength- 1000 OM 
Area of Attack Proficiency- 600 OM

Starting Powers: 
  Master Acrobatic - 400 

Starting Moves: 
 
Gauntlet Injector-600
 
The Gauntlet is attached to Scarecrows right arm. The gauntlet is like a claw that has six-inch needle injectors full of scarecrows fear toxin. Every time Scarecrow uses the gauntlet it fatigues him. when a subject has the toxin in their system it causes mass fear and slow  small amount of damage for a minute, the gauntlet also has a cool down for 2 minutes during the cool down in the two minutes fear toxin valves refill the injectors if the injector is activated before the refill the dose of serum will have a less effect. The fear toxin causes mass hysteria, paranoia, insanity, and helps scarecrow attack subjects mind, the toxin also brings out their worst nightmares. The injectors when stabbed and held for a second into a body, goes through the vain's and into the kidney and brain which cause's damage and the fear effect. The toxin in the gauntlet is concentrated to immobilize target and to the point of not defending and deals small amounts of damage. In some cases when the Fear toxin is used it can make Scarecrow seem scarier and a lot more powerful but all is an illusion. The gauntlet can also be used to intimidate people and cut down random objects. The gauntlet if used in an extremely large dose of toxin Scarecrow can give the illusion of being the terror beast. Scarecrow in some cases will create other toxins besides his fear toxin.         

Fear Grenades - 300 

The grenades are shaped as ball grenades and are attached to Scarecrows chest-piece there are about twelve on him at all times. It takes three seconds to pull one out and aim to throw and  2 seconds to start detonation and a minute to detonate the range of the grenades is about six feet. Scarecrow does need concentration to aim and throw one to, start one of his grenades all he needs to do is press a button. When detonated they release the fear toxin that only causes fear no damage to opponent or opponents and lasts for a minute but can be deflected or the opponent can escape the blast radius. the blast radius of the grenades is about a two-foot radius any person in the radius of the grenade has about a good solid 30 seconds to escape the gas cloud before fear sets in. The cooldown is in effect exactly after thrown and lasts for two minutes. If scarecrow throws his grenades rapidly it slows down the process of filling them with fear toxin from his toxin valves which are located on his chest. The grenades aren't as concentrated as the gauntlet so it only immobilizes the target, the fear effect only lasts for  15 seconds. The grenades can be thrown while moving but the range drastically changes. In effect for fear if Scarecrow gets hit the illusion can be broken but the illusion. fear is just a stun, the toxin only affects characters with TEC level three unless Scarecrow makes a higher dose of his serum. Illusions last for 15 seconds, stun lasts for 15 - 20 seconds. Scarecrow's fear toxin has Different effects for many of his weapons, the gauntlet is more potent and traces of poison, the grenade only has the ingredients of the fear toxin. The toxin can have many differences to none at all.

I Confirm That I Have Read and Agreed to the Rules of Conduct   

Where did you find us? It's Moon Knight and yes it's time to resurrect the Master of Fear.

So I was going to do some purchases and I ran across a problem. My post count under my avatar says 388 but when I was  looking at my  last purchase it shows it at 100 So my post count should actually be under 120, i think. What do I do?

The message is sent as an old fashioned voicemail- phone number, Clownpiece's. Though the sound of breathing dominates the first few seconds because her mouth is too close to the microphone, when she speaks, her tone is deadpan- uncharacteristically colder and less playful than she typically would speak.

"Are you satisfied with the consequences of your actions?

Does it feel good to you to go out back with the proverbial shotgun and shoot a child's pet right in front of her face?

I hope it did. Otherwise I guess you're just an idiot who loves burning bridges faster than he can build them. Which, I guess wouldn't surprise me. Is that a man thing? Maybe it is.

What would possess you to think that what you did was in any way something that anyone should have 'expected' or 'prepared for'- especially when that anyone is a literal child- is beyond me. On the other hand, what did you expect? Soiling your hands with such a burden with her watching?

No, my hands are not spotless. But even I have my limits.

Even I am capable of a basic level of logic that acknowledges that children are primarily emotional creatures who do not fundamentally reach for said logic to explain or deal with traumatic situations. Intent be damned. Suitably bombastic execution kills it where it stands.

Hence we have decided to take our business elsewhere. Indefinitely. None of us have time to deal with someone as thoughtless as you. And certainly not if that thoughtlessness may be putting our lives on the line in the midst of battle.

Enjoy your participation medal. I hope you choke on it.

If I ever see your face or you even think about speaking to my clown daughter ever again, I will personally come to your place of residence and rip your throat out with my teeth.

Go to hell.

I'll see you there."

Any attempt to call back is met with a notice that his number has been blocked.

Mordecai passed through the gate of the Nexus into Coruscant, he was taken aback by the city, if it could be called just the city, more like a modern kingdom, a empire, he snapped back to reality due to Ludwig pecking his ear, getting him to move." I'm moving...any idea where to go Ludwig, I would ask one of the storm trooper fellows, but I'm afraid they won't care too much for that, they don't look very welcoming. We could try the city hall...that'd be the best place to go." He paused for a moment as he moved past the opening of the gate, he stood next to a wall, not too far from the nexus entrance. "Darn, Ludwig, where are we...what are we going to do? Can we even get back home. I have to find you a place to rest and some feed, thankfully I'm not very hungry.

"..." Mordecai scratched the back of his head.

"You say something...no of course not. He's not hungry either or I think he's not hungry...some chocolate would be great to have right now for him just in case. Glad I have you as company Ludwig. I've seen places like this before not of this magnitude, of course they were alot happier to see my group, as we're not tourist and we were there to help, toxic spills were nasty, they had to watch over us as we cleaned up spills, every now and then heroes would watch as well...heroes...hrmmm if I'm here they could be here as well right Ludwig?" Ludwig looked at him and his eyes seemed to agree with Mordecai. "I thought so...so first the library, I don't want to go to the "city hall" as that place will be crawling with these dudes I'm sure but a library of sorts that could help us along, let's walk around a bit and see if we can find a map or a friendly person" He said. "or a newspaper...got to be a newsstand somewhere or something of the sorts." He scratched the back of his head and then began to scratch at Ludwig's who rubbed up against his hand affectionately." Hahaha we'll think of something won't we?" He smiled happily at Ludwig.

Stars over Dalaran
Location: Camelot (Dalaran)
Requirements:  None
Difficulty: Challenging (8,000 to 16,000 words, depending on quality) + High Profile
Reward: Varied


B.) Theft/Solo (Challenging Quest + Storyteller Event) - You know that the Dalaran astronomers are hiding a powerful relic called a star piece. You endeavor to make it your own, whether this is through subterfuge or violence. Regardless of your decision and execution, this quest will result in bounties in Dalaran and Camelot and make it impossible for you to collaborate with any of the remaining astronomers. You will also have to fight your way out of Dalaran (and possibly all of Camelot). This quest is slightly more difficult than the others as you must interact with the Storyteller to escape with your life. There is no way to escape completely unknown--you will be a wanted criminal.\
-Reward: Blue Star Piece (Artefact)



My Thread

Dabony,

I forgot. I am sorry.

To make it up to you I will sing you happy birthday in an aweful off key voice on VC and we can drink together after your mum leaves.

Love You Studd Muffin~!!!


Ps ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡