I'm sorry, I just the word saga to refer to group stories.

I had an idea for a group storyline that's a little more laid-back (XD) than DA.

The idea was that people wouldn't play their primes, they would play pretty average secondaries who come from across the Omniverse.

The story is that all of these secondaries have either purchased, won, or otherwise illegally gotten aboard a new cruise liner being launched by the Empire from Costa del Sol. It's magnificent, gorgeous, giant, and one of the biggest undertakings by the Empire and the Imperial Navy since the construction of Impel Down and is generally seen as an attempt to generate positive PR for the Empire as it seeks to extend its influence into the Deep.

So yea, RP'ing on this majestic ocean liner. Exploring the various decks, schmoozing in cafes. The ship was designed to also have a bit of historical flair to it. It looks much like an ocean liner would in the early 1900s, and it even runs off of steam/coal and electricity rather than standard Imperial tech.

During the course of the trip, which is designed to travel toward a modern-ish city further into the Deep, some members of the Company that designed the ship (The White Sigil Line), want to take a detour through the eastern part of the verse, as that part of the verse is prone to less pirating and the seas allow for faster sailing (to cut down on expenses).

On a fateful night, the gorgeous ocean liner steams full-speed through the frozen night. Its crew shrugs off warnings of ice bergs, and a little passed midnight, the liner strikes an iceberg. The hit cleaves through five of its water-tight compartments which is enough to doom the ship to sink in a little over an hour and a half. From what point on, the crew will rush to ensure that they can save as many people as possible (starting with women and children and working their way down from 1st to 3rd class), but in an effort to save money, the Empire didn't provide the ship with enough lifeboats, so only 40% of the people onboard can be saved =(

As drama ensues, with the boat gradually sinking into water cold enough to kill most individuals in no time flat, the secondaries will struggle to either save their peers or do what it takes to survive. We as the writers would discuss out-of-character who ultimately survives (maybe a public poll) the disaster out of the player-controlled secondaries.

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I think this could make for a fun and light-hearted (yet obviously filled with in-character drama) storyline that we could all do. It also allows us to let loose but still create something that has an actual impact on the greater story of the website (unlike doing a non-canon event). It would also let everyone have a little fun roleplaying someone who isn't their prime and who isn't even a prime in the first place. Players could create a secondary who is a crew member, a 1st class person, a ship worker, or even a lowly 3rd class'er.

Opinions, ideas?

Coruscant. That's what this place was called. Doc vaguely recalled from his childhood that this was the capital of the Empire in Star Wars, so he expected everyone to be evil and/or unhappy. They were neither. Coruscant was a huge, sprawling city, with glass and steel towers that seemed to stretch forever both up and down. Filling these towers were uncountably numerous people, of various shapes, sizes and colors, giggling, laughing, and at most hostile, engaged in a friendly debate. A utopia.

"There's always something hiding in utopias," McNinja thought to himself.

He confirmed his suspicions by looking up. There were drab, grey spaceships whizzing around as a thick blanket of ominousness. Their shadows seemed to watch the people of Coruscant with some invisible, storm-cloud eye.

Doc was about to wonder what was up with the ships when what looked like a homeless man barreled out of the Nexus portal. Doc turned around and noted the man's presence when he lifted an AK-47 over his head. McNinja rolled out of the way and took cover behind the nicest trash can he had ever seen in his life.

"It's Radical time!" the homeless man shouted. He started shooting his gun. Doc flinched, but quickly realized the gun wasn't shooting bullets, but rainbow-colored bacon with mustaches.

Within a heartbeat, one of the grey ships dropped out of nowhere to the rainbow-facial-hair-bacon-terrorist's level. After a quick whir, a green laser burned through the man's chest. Doc recoiled in horror.

"Perpetrator has been neutralized," the ship announced. A ramp stretched from the bottom of the ship and landed in front of the fresh corpse of the bacon-terrorist. Doc rushed over and checked the man's pulse, just to check.

"He's dead," Dr. McNinja whispered to nobody in particular.

Three men in white Stormtrooper armor emerged from the hull and walked briskly over to the body. Doc looked up at them.

"He's dead," Doc repeated, "You killed him."

"Step away from the perp, civilian."

"But you killed him!" Doc argued, "You didn't give him any warning or - hey!"

The other two Stormtroopers were now carrying the corpse into the ship unceremoniously. Doc stood up to protest. "Where are you taking him?" he shouted.

"His citizenship will be deleted."

"You're just gonna.. gonna... delete him? That's it? You're gonna brush him under the rug and pretend he's not there? He was a real person, with a life and goals and dreams-"

"Sir, you are currently impeding an Imperial Investigation."

"Investigation, my *ss. You shot him without investigating anything at all! You can't arrest me just 'cause I'm asking questions!"

Without missing a beat, the Stormtrooper whipped out a taser and stabbed Doc's belly. Doc screamed, then collap[sed onto the ground. The Stormtrooper promptly lifted the limp physician over his shoulder and reentered the ship. One of the Stormtroopers sighed.

"We got another one?"

"He was being noisy," the one carrying Doc grumbled, "Put him in a cell."

"Yeah, yeah," the soldier replied, taking the physician and carrying it away to be locked up forever

And that was Dr. McNinja's first day in Coruscant.

Character name: Grimlock

Character source: Transformers

Character history:

TBD (I need to do some reading and build my own)

Physical Description:

Humanoid Form

Tyrannosaur Form

Stats:

Humanoid Form

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

Alternate Form (Tyrannosaur Form) (2000)

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

Starting Proficiencies: Physical Strength (1000)

Starting Powers: Super Jumping - Advanced - (500)

Starting Moves:

Tyrannosaur Form:

Jaws (300) - The legendary crushing power and razor sharp teeth of the Tyrannosaur capable of ripping victims and prey in twain. The main source of the T-Rex's fearsome prowess Grimlock's jaw is capable of crushing and ripping into enemy defenses and obstacles with relative ease. Coupled with his Claws, and Tail, his set of razor sharp teeth makes up only one part of his prehistoric fighting form.

Claws (300) - Wicked sharp and fully functional, the claws on both Grimlock's arms and his feet make are the second part to his fighting style while a Tyrannosaur. They are razor sharp and assist him in combat when trying to bring down prey or his foe and out of combat. While his arms are relatively short the claws on them are not to be underestimated.

Armored Tail (300) - The last compliment to Grimlock's dinosaur combat style. His tail while a Tyrannosaur is more utility than an actual offensive tool. His tail can be used to bash objects or opponents while fighting for dominance in a fight. It provides necessary balance to his prehistoric form so he can stand, walk, and run as a bi pedal without hindrance.

Humanoid Form:

Warhammer (300) - A cruel looking spiked warhammer as tall as Grimlock himself. When in Humanoid form his tail can be ejected into this weapon or it can be summoned with Omnilium. The prehistoric transformer can wield it two handed or one handed like a lance depending on the combat style he chooses or if he needs to adapt to his opponent.

Morningstar Mace (300) - Grimlock's right hand and forearm are a combined weapon system. When locked in place a solid dome of thick spikes adorns itself over his hand making it a mace for use it combat. He can shift the dome up over his forearm into a sort of bracer at will allowing the use of his hand rather quickly and at will. This allows for a varying combat style and for deadly combinations as he's fighting. It can also determine whether or not he's using his Warhammer as a two handed mace or lance.

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

The dunes were particularly windy upon Strazio’s return. Whips of sand and wind assaulted the poor prime, forcing him to hunch over and pull his white cloak tight against his body. Strazio growled and pushed forward through the veritable whirlwind of sand and dust. He couldn’t see where he was going and hoped that he was heading towards civilization, or at least outside of the twister. His boots dug trenches that were quickly filled with shifting sand. Eventually, after what seemed to be an eternity the worst of the wind had subsided and the prime was finally able to see. In the distance a small town crawled over the horizon. Thirsty and tired from the whirlwind Strazio hoped that they would be welcoming to newcomers.

He also noticed several other small dots on the horizon, they looked like people, but the Defender of Darkshire couldn’t be sure. They were moving towards him, but they were still at least thirty minutes away, but they did seem intent on intercepting him before he reached the town. Strazio had seen this kind of predatory behavior before, bandits would often intercept people just as they were heading into town. I am not in the mood to deal with fucking scavengers right now the prime fumed to himself. It was odd, walking towards an inevitable conflict, both parties knew that it would end in blood long before they reached one another and yet as if possessed they continued their path. There were five vultures in total, they all looked seedy and shifty.

Strazio tried to walk past them, simply brushing them off in hopes that they would have the better sense to leave him alone. Unfortunately it was simply in their nature to cause trouble.

“Hold it right there bub” the grimiest of the five commanded Strazio, who, with a sigh, froze in his tracks. The prime kept his back turned, refusing to show the scavengers any form of respect. The pack of dogs surrounded the prime, who kept his head low and hood high.

“There’s a toll to get into the town bub, three hundred O.M. And we won’t fuck you up.”

Fucking savages Strazio thought they don’t even try any theatrics, just straight to the point. The Defender of Darkshire kept his head low, hoping in vain that they would leave him alone.

“Hey! You fuckin’ deaf or what bub?”

“You bettah listen to him if ya knows what’s good for ya. Ee’s gotta tempah” the runt of the pack chuckled. Strazio laughed slightly and responded “Oh? He’s got a temper?”

“You some kinda dumbass bub? This ain’t fuckin’ Camelot, we’ll gut you like a bitch” the leader of the pack raised his weapon high, a twisted wooden bat. The bandit brought the bat down, hoping to crack Strazio’s head open. Unfortunately Strazio wasn’t a bitch, no he was far from it. A bright flash of white light ripped through the air, leaving behind a shattered bat and a thunderclap. Strazio’s hood had fallen in the exchange, revealing his white hair and a wicked grimace.
“You’ve got a fucking temper!? I’ll rip your fucking throat out!” Strazio roared, a decade worth of rage poured forth. Upon recognizing the prim, the leader of the group stumbled backwards with a yelp. The group of scavengers stood in fear and awe, realizing that their opponent was the fifth place finalist in the Abyss. Before they could react another burst of energy tore into a bandit, mortally wounding him and sending red across the sand. Like roaches they scattered, each of them fleeing frantically from the prey turned predator. Strazio moved quickly, grabbing the leader by back of his collar. He slammed the would-be bandit into the sand and stomped on his stomach.

“You’ve started this, you can’t fucking leave now!” the Avatar of Rage growled and kicked the vulture in the ribs.

“Please don’t kill me! Oh Omni, please don’t!”

Strazio’s teeth clenched tightly and sparks of energy jumped from his body. He wanted to blast a hole in the parasite’s head. An idea crossed his mind, he would use this dog as a bargaining chip to gain favor with the nearby town.

“Get up...” he growled and pulled the bandit to his feet “now walk.”

“Oh...ok ok” the bandit whined as Strazio pushed him forward, towards the town. The two trudged forward in silence and the Defender pulled his hood back over his head. Soon enough they had reached the town. It was a shabby little town, looking much like the desert enclaves from Strazio’s world. The Defender wandered around with his “friend” in tow, trying to find the local law enforcement. The town was organized as if someone had thrown darts at a map.

Finally, after getting frustrated from wandering Strazio asked his buddy “where would I go about turning you in?”

“Fuck off bub, like I’m telling you that” he barked back.

“IF you don’t tell me I’ll just kill ya”

The bandit shuffled back and forth before replying “you try it and you’re a murderer, in fact...” The vulture began to walk away from Strazio, who grabbed his arm and pulled him close.

“Where the fuck are you going?”

“Heh, let go of me bub. Ain’t no one gonna believe you if you slaughter me. So you can go fuck yourself.” Strazio’s grip relaxed, he had a point. The seedy bastard faded into the crowd and Strazio sighed. He wasn’t in a position to god chasing after some two-bit bandit in a foreign town. The defender was left with disappointment and a sour disposition. He had a feeling that this would be a common occurrence in this town.

“How fucking obnoxious.”

Quote:(This is after the Sasuke RP he is writing)

Anyone care to make me a signature and/or avatar of Samus in her PED suit (google it)? I'll give you OM! I won't give you OM

I have been going at this for a while and I believe I have a slight miscalculation on how much OM I really have in general (when buying stuff), so before I buy anything else, I'm going to ask for help because if this remains unnoticed, there's going to be issues.

This is not for the total earned OM, it's for how much unspent OM remains with the RPer.

Victor arrived at the small town of Nippur the capitol of New Babylon, considering how difficult it could be to build and maintain civilization in the desert Victor was impressed, it was not a massive expansive city but it had plenty of potential, and with the right people working on it, it could become the most powerful city in the dunes. Victor had helped his empire expand far, but he had never had the chance to see how far his work could help a settlement this small. Then again his last country had not had an extremely powerful ruler leading them.

Victor looked up at a banner flying what must have been the New Babylon flag a glorious golden lions head with an unusual pattern on its eye, with all of this over what appeared to be the sun, he wondered what this symbolized, perhaps it signified that new Babylon will rise like the sun, or that it will be a glorious as the sun is bright. It was always interesting to figure out how a country views themselves through their flags.

Looking behind him to make sure that the girl was still following him, the conversations had been fun and done well to pass the time on what could have been a very boring walk, she was beginning to show signs of fatigue not used to walking through the harsh sands of a desert , Wolfe had made journeys like this before but even he was feeling the burn in his muscles from trying to keep his footing on the wet desert sand.

He looked over her clothing and wondered if he would be able to change his like that too. He decided he may as well try but wondered what he could change, the boots and cloak where more for function over design and he had grown quite attached to them over the years.

Looking up at the flag he remembered that the king Gilgamesh had been wearing fully golden armor and if the flag was mostly gold then it was probably a colour used to represent his Kingdom. Just like the red on his clothing represented the empire that had provided it to him in the first place , Victor smiled at the idea and began working on the new design of his clothing in his head, changing all the red to a dark golden trim, still dark enough for stealth but more befitting of the Kingdom he was visiting.

The pair arrived at a closed wooden gate, probably erected quickly to provided some level of protection to the people inside, after all deserts where a common home for raiders and brigands trying to hide from the authority's in a vast waste land. "Nice to see that there is some care taken to protect the people" Victor thought to himself.

There was no visible guard on the wall to allow entry, maybe many of the residents where still busy watching the Dante's Abyss. Victor decided to do the only polite and well mannered thing possible in this situation. " Shall we knock?" He said to Raina in a joking tone before unsheathing his dagger, and hitting the gate with the metal hilt three times making a large amount of noise as he used all the strength in his arm. " Well let us see if anyone is home" Victor laughed as he re-sheathed his blade and waited for a response from beyond the wall.

I just failed the vision test for renewing my license. Why? Because of a drug called Seroquel I was on for my Bi Polar disorder for over a year. It's a powerful anti psychotic. So powerful it clinically has only two uses. Bi Polar and Schizophrenia. It causes loss of vision, muscle twitches, etc etc.

So now I either get a day time only license or just see if my eyes get better before the 6 month limit, because I will NOT retake the driver test. Fuck that. I'd kill a room full of people before doing that waste of time.

Oh and you know what's great? My eye doctor said MY EYES WERE COMPLETELY HEALTHY! 100%. Yet my vision is degraded.

So kids, the lesson is that even drugs your doctor prescribes you can be worse than fucking straight up coke. ID RATHER HAVE GOTTEN ADDICTED TO COCAINE THAN LOSE MY VISION! AT LEAST THEN ID BE FUCKING SKINNY!

I'm making a move for Riku known as "Dark Firaga" and I'm unsure what exactly all I'm supposed to explain. Do I have to explain things like it's projectile speed? And if I do how do I describe it? Hard, precise numbers? Or something more vague? It would be wonderful if someone could help me with this move. Here is what I have written for it so far:

Dark Firaga  – One of, if not the most known attacks in Riku's arsenal. A spell that he is greatly familiar with as well has the most experience with. Despite it's dark origins it remains one of his tried and true moves in battle. The move is pretty straightforward. Riku releases a single soccer ball sized sphere of black and blue fire at the foe instantaneously from the palm of his outstretched hand, firing the orb of fire and darkness at his target in a straight line trajectory. (wip)

That all I have what else should I describe for it? I'm really bad at describing technical stuff for things so help would be appreciated! Please and Thankyou! :'D