I refuse to lose this battle,
Let whatever come my way.
I am stronger then my rival,
No, I will not fall today...


That being said, is there going to be a DA16?

I saw it mentioned in Chat not to long ago, is why I ask.

If there is... >_>

If its going down... Then I got some bad news for quite a few of you...

Top 8 isn't going to be good enough for me. I want first place, and I plan on doing whatever I have to do to get there.

The planning and such is already in my head. I can't help it... Me and The Abyss have a deep rooted connection....

#DA16
#MalefactorForPresident
#Horsemen4Life
# TheChampIsComing

Jade's going to be passing out frogs to all of the people she even remotely likes, for safe-keeping and possibly a personal character arc later on. These frogs are nothing more than little baubles that are basically the Jade Harley Seal of Approval. They hold no sway in combat situations.

Each frog is frozen solid, virtually indestructible, and will become even more frozen if Jade's relationship with a person goes sour. However, the frog will thaw the more she grows to like someone, but only if the friendship is reciprocated.

Do you have suggestions for a frog specific to your character? Give me a name ( EX:// Frog of Frost, Quartz Frog, etc. ), a brief description of the frog, texture of the frog's skin, and a color palette.

If you are unsure of what to make your frog look like, link a palette and I will write a description for you! Also, your frog may be obtained for your Prime character by your Secondaries, and your Secondaries may of course have their own frogs if you so desire.

When our characters meet IC, I will find an occasion to give away a frog! :-)

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The fight will be held in Coruscant. The main source of the fight is that Dawson has been labeled as a threat to the Revolutionary Army and is now a target to Akame.

Judge: Adam/Colonel/Blargh-God Frog

Dawson will start first on account of a random dice roll. The fight starts on his first post to this thread.

Really I just want a 1v1 mock fight. Let's go, and feat the one cut kill.

Okay, so there's no point in telling a long story, so to summarize:

I have a spare steam Key (Global), for Dark Souls: Prepare to Die Edition, and was wondering if anyone here wants it.

At first, there was the void.

Pale, lean arms clutched themselves to the child's exposed sides, his malnourished torso shuddering and shivering in the endless void surrounding him. Roughspun fabric, stained and dirtied with mud, clung to undeniably sturdy legs. He unsteadily clambered to his feet, the warmth of life slowly seeping from his mouth as steam filled the frozen air. Rag-wrapped feet cautiously advanced over the abject nothingness of this absurd reality, hazel eyes darting around the infinite emptiness, desperately seeking out a point of stability. There was none. His heart hammered in his broad chest, beating desperately against the disparate ribs of his torso, its all-consuming pulse ever-present. Awkward legs fell over nothingness as the whelp stumbled backwards, skinning deathly pale arms on the harsh surface of unreality. Saline solution leaked from innocent eyes, as the child bleated in heavily accented gothic, crying out in the native tongue of Barbarus for a familiar face, for a coddling caress, to be drowned in weakness.

From the void came creation.

Twisting roots burst forth from where there was once the sentience-annihilating nothingness, coiling around each other in rampant growth, entwining around each other as towers of wood soared towards the presumed sky, piercing the infinite darkness. Sobbing cries echoed throughout the freshly summoned world, a lone babe clinging to the byzantine network of plant matter leagues above the hypothetical forest floor. Burgeoning buds, the leafy spear-tips of sharpened shafts, sprouted from the mighty arboreum, vorpal-edged vegetation slicing at the calloused palms of the youth, his grip failing as his limbs flailed helplessly below him. A piteous scream began as new growth began to pierce the whelp's palm, burrowing into already hardened flesh. His grip failed, hard-worn digits failing as his endless fall began.

A hand seemingly carved from marble clasped around the child's wrist, hauling the youth into the air, as a statuesque figure, the gene-scultped physique like that of an ancient Terran god, snow-white skin yet unmarred by scars. As the whelp looked into his own face, the Demigod growled. "Sometimes, I forget you're dead."

Reality warped, shifted, changed once more. His scythe cut through the chaff, the iron blade severing stems as it parted the ever-present fog. It sung a simple song of labour as it claimed its toll from the crop, carving out life from this realm of death. Perhaps his life would have been like this, until the walkers claimed him.

The fateful day came sooner than he had hoped.

Pallid, rotten beings that not longer deserved to be human shambled out of the shrouding fog. The distant cries of the elders could be heard as they scrambled to organize a defense, but it was useless. After all, this was Okor's struggle. Ectoplasmic wraiths drifted at the edge of his vision, ancient warriors fighting and dying to protect a home that fell to dust ten millennia ago. His own scythe swung, lopping a still-moving limb from a lumbering corpse, succeeding in little more than distracting it long enough for an arrow to enter its eye socket. The curved blade took on an erratic life of its own, momentum carrying it in a twirling arc of destruction.

That is, until his sole hope of survival lodged in a ribcage, doing little more than impairing the monster's movement. Terror welling in his untempered soul, the child ran, rag-wrapped feet slapping against the blood-stained earth as the darkness closed in. Shadows slithered ever-closer, seeking the warmth of his life, entwining around his ankles before they broke under his panicked flight, ethereal fetters falling like shredded parchment, its immaterial substance burning away into nothing as it was denied existence.

He threw himself into the wreckage of a shrine, the trio of circles marking its affiliation unfamiliar. The ragged remnants of villagers laid strewn about the simple place of worship, crimson rivers staining the once-hallowed ground. Weak whimpering emanated from the rusted altar in the center of the carnal house, a slight figure pressing a frail hand against a ragged rent in her side.

His Sister.

She cried, wept, begged in the guttural tongue of his people for him to save her, to take her from this place of pain.

His monster.

It placed an armoured hand on his shoulder, pressing a broken piece of masonry into his hand as it growled into his ear. "She'll bring them here. If they don't take the both of you, she'll rise, hungry for... Flesh and Blood." Fetid breath wafted over his face, adding another reason for his tears. "There's only one way to survive. She'll wake them." He pointed a claw, almost a mirror of the walker's own, towards the mauled corpses. "It would be a... Mercy. End her. Save us." It insisted, a malevolent, blazing eye burning itself into his retinas. He raised the jagged hunk of rock over the young girl's head, the whispers of the damned urging him onward to violence and his condemnation. The mist-shrouded sun illuminated the stone, framing it at the apex of its murderous arc.

And then, he stopped.

"What are you doing? She will be our end!" Shouted the Daemon hovering over his shoulders, necrotic claws passing through his torso. He shivered, the ice-cold touch of the beast seeking his soul, rather than his flesh. "This is how you survived! This is how we were born!" It gripped his throat, shouting into his tear-streaked visage. "Either she dies, or both of you! Claim her, and be reborn! You will walk the st-"

He dropped the stone, its pitted surface clattering against the masonry as all sound died.

That is, save for the hateful scream of the Neverborn, iridescence streaming into its blighted frame, forcing it into a shimmering portal, chains of light forcing back the darkness. It still screeched lies at him, promising a symbiosis that would save him from this reality. He no longer listened, smiling as the tableau of atrocities began to fade, as the familiarity of home began to creep back into vision, freeing him from this awful, eternal dream.

I should like to play some Smash Up characters where I, Jak, and Jay are located.

To cat:
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It's...been a while cat, are you ... alright? I haven't heard from you in ages and yet you are back...

As Tartaros angrily tried in vain to tear his way through the wreckage, his vision slowly faded, to be replaced with only a single image in his mind... The blazing figures of hundreds, thousands of men, women and xenos alike, charging headfirst through darkness into a black abyss. No heed of their own lives, shouting prayers and battle-cries whilst flinging themselves towards the advancing tendrils of the dark. Yet, with each light that faded away, the abyss was driven back further... After what seemed like hours, the pitch-coloured darkness was left a minuscule shadow of itself, and the burning figures faded as they uttered a final cry.

"De tenebris lucem! De tenebris lucem! Nobis non enim timemus!"

It was a warm and sunny day in Vale as Blake sat at an outdoor table, in a café. They had visited it before, which was why they had chosen it to be their meeting place for today. In all simplicity, the two of them intended to exchange information they had gained about their missing teammates. Yang was supposed to arrive any moment now, but, knowing Yang, the Faunus wouldn’t be surprised even if she would run a bit late. As it was, Blake took a sip of her tea, returning her gaze to the book in her hand for now.

It had been a rough year. First Ruby, their team leader and Yang’s younger sister had disappeared from her bed without so much as a trace, and later on, Weiss had left them, and later disappeared as well. The two were desperate and they knew it, but what other choice did they have? Leave their friends and family and abandon their search? Blake knew her partner would never be able to abandon her sister, knowing how their past had winded up being.. And Blake… Well, Blake didn’t want to abandon those, whom had accepted her as she was, despite her Faunus heritage. Those people, were good people as well as her team.

Lifting her gaze from the book, the black haired girl directed her gaze at the crowd once more, this time spotting the bright yellow, flowing hair approaching her. Lifting her hand in a greeting, Blake was about to call out to the other. Ya…. Thunk Her speech cut short as she could feel something impact on the back of her head, feeling how her body began to fall, as her vision faded into the darkness, and the sounds disappeared.

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Darkness. How fitting, the girl thought to herself, chuckling how it seemed to be her colour. But in darkness, there was a light. A bright one at that too. Blake’s pupils shrunk instinctively, adjusting into the darkness much like that of a feline’s. Now that her eyes had adjusted, the girl could make out a figure in the darkness, a white one at that. She tried to ask her question out loud, only to find out she wasn’t able to do so, the desire to do so remaining only a thought ‘Weiss?’ However, her thought was not given an answer, before waves crashed against her consciousness, a voice echoing in her mind.

Quote:”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.”

Quote:“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."

Quote:“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.”

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

Quote:Author’s note: Scrolls are the tablet-like phone things they use.