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  [C&C] Carn Development Thread
Posted by: Carn_Val - 04-20-2015, 10:20 PM - Forum: Omniverse Discussion - Replies (2)

Current Threads with me in it:
An Unexpected(?) Anomaly (Finished)
I was dropped into a world full of...nothing. Met a white guy who sent me down in a tumble. 2 white guys started shooting at me and I made...a box! After a day or so, I felt hunger, some fine dude gave me a welcome present and tells me about the Omniverse. I felt better and headed back to the fountain to poach a victim find companions to some other verse.

The Immortal Swordsman (Failed Recruitment)
I meet this cool guy with a cool sword...I wonder if he'll come with me...

Too bad, we didn't get to a decision where to go, we'll keep in touch though, maybe.

Second Chance (Finished)
*yawn*
Got a rude awakening, threw my cleaver at the tall guy and asked questions...
*snores*

Well, somehow, we got along well. Met 2 more meatshields. They seem nice. We're signing up to DA!

CARNEXUS [World Transition Thread Via Nexus]
I lost in DA...doesn't mean I don't get anything, right?

Molly's Cliffhanger(Current)
Well, met Guu and Molly! I wonder what happens next...

Anomaly Visions (Intermissions and access to the Anomaly's mind)
This will show Carn's sidetrips into the Astral Verse, meeting new people and seeing visions of new places, not everything flows well as expected inside an Anomaly's head.

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  Quest: Zul'Gurand D'you want axe?
Posted by: Gildarts - 04-20-2015, 12:24 PM - Forum: Help Desk - Replies (8)

Hey guys. Gildarts is going to the FF in hopes to complete this quest. I'll post the intro topic below when it's posted.

So far: 4605 + 7337+ 3824 =  words

[spoiler]15,766[/spoiler]

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Trollin’

One other note that didn't seem fitting to put yellow quotes in the thread was the quote said by Behemoth (a secondary in Gildarts' last topic, needless Carnage) who tells him specifically to go to the verse. I'll include it here for ultimate clarity.

Quote:“Listen, you can’t stay in Costa del Sol. I know you plan on going to visit that woman, but you must heed my warning. You must lay low for a month or longer and leave this verse. Flee from the Vastly Deep and do not enter the Empire’s lair. If you are looking for work, I hear there is trouble in the Frozen Fields, its best for you to remain there until some time has passed. You were a wizard in your original world, were you not? There will be work in the fields, not easy work but it will be enough for you to survive. Stay there at least until the month is up. I daresay even Camelot is infested with spies for I do not know its current status. The fields are best for a fellow escapee"

GILDARTS UP AGAINST AN ICE DRAGON EVERYONE! C’mon!
what isn’t cool about that?
There are some allusions and foreshadowing that I placed in the beginning of the story that I really like and so far, I love how it has come out. Anyway, pretty exciting. May have tried to “troll” the reader a little bit in there as well so don’t be surprised when you pick up on it. Will probably have the rest up tomorrow and such. Hope you have as fun of time reading it as I did writing it.


BUT SRSLY GUYS AN ICE DRAGON. GILDARTS CAN BREAK ICE WITH HIS MAGIC. ITS COOL.

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  Weapon Moves
Posted by: Proto Man - 04-20-2015, 08:29 AM - Forum: Dante's Abyss Junkyard - Replies (14)

I'm leaning toward letting these into the island, because I don't want to provide an unfair advantage to people who use like, magic or other means to do the same thing (explode stuff, burn stuff).

The caveat, however, is that Weapon Moves would, regardless of their form or function, still be less than the Random Weapons that you receive in your starting pack. The strategy and F2F-impacting importance behind the Weapons would remain the same, and Weapon Moves would, like the entirety of a character's moveset, provide no advantage or disadvantage in Face to Faces.

I just want to take this time to reiterate one more time that, aside from Super Moves and Transformations, you get no advantage from your move/power-set. It's about the story you write and the strategy you employ.

The rules about certain Powers and Summoning would remain unchanged. Moves that can summon random things would still be out-lawed (sorry Guu's tummy and Giglamesh).

This is something that I will leave to you, the members who want to join and partake in this.

tl:dr - Collars no longer inhibit Weapon Moves, like swords and guns, but the Random Weapon/Support Item a character receives remains the only 'equipment/moveset-related' factor for when I determine the winner of Face-to-Face confrontations.

--You can ask clarifying questions if you need. You can also be public with your vote as well.

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  Oh no, I'm gonna die! *Ding* Haha, I win now!
Posted by: Sasuke Uchiha - 04-19-2015, 06:22 AM - Forum: Help Desk - Replies (11)

When we level up does our SP replenish and our health restore to full? If not... why not? It's a game and I think it's a cool, well earned, life saver....

=O

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  The Last Avenger and The World of Omni: Gero's Laboratory
Posted by: Sasuke Uchiha - 04-19-2015, 05:22 AM - Forum: Coruscant - No Replies

Quote:The events in this post occur prior to The Last Avenger and The World of Omni: Raincheck

The night’s sky, beset with stars in abundance; its fair complexion, but a serenade of moonlit hues; its grace and beauty, regrettably, fell upon a blind eye in this quadrant of the Omniverse. Radiant skyscrapers instead, marked the horizon. As far as the eye could see, a sort of hollow illumination, baring that of no life, flooded the futuristic, air-ways of Coruscant. Casting its artificial dominion far and wide, the city’s technology hummed and its machines burned into the mid-night oil as hover cars raced around haphazardly on intricate, transparent floating highways.

Ignorant to their own light pollution, its citizens still felt a captivated adoration for their City’s grandeur; it’s visage a monumental vision to beheld and not soon forgotten as its splendor had reached even the furthest of the ten verses. A sprawling city and the envy of the Omniverse, opulent and beautiful, it traversed the entirety of the zone, from gate to gate, constantly growing in all directions, even skyward when left without option.

Deeper within the sprawling city, beyond the glitz and the glam, a once renowned, once feared Doctor Gero toiled away into the twilight hours. He’d taken haven to the city, drawn to it and its technology. It offered a sort of synergy he longed for. Never before had anyone understood or had given him such free range to conduct his experiments and for that he was eternally grateful.

Ever diligent, his hands moved with the steady grace of a surgeon as he worked. Proud, he placed a futuristic looking tool upon the work bench before him, wiped the sweat from his brow, and took a step backwards in order to admire his handiwork.

Dr. Gero was a man of a malevolent countenance; that of which, was never lighted by a smile. Cold, calculating, and meticulous in discourse, the good doctor, remained tenacious throughout the many defeats awarded to him in his own world and was now, through a series of courtier style transgressions, undergoing a new reign of success shortly after arriving in the Omniverse, more specifically Coruscant.

He was a genius, regardless of his moral compass, and his aid in the banishment of ‘he who must not be named’ to the Underverse had struck an favorable cord with the city’s highest ranking officials. A fortnight later, by excellent good fortune, the doctor had delivered one of his prestigious presentations to some, five or six old cronies of The Empire. All intelligent, and all reputable men with the ability to aid in the good doctor’s research funding, he moved ever closer to obtaining his goals.

It was a celebration as Gero industries skyrocketed overnight becoming the premier bioengineering pharmaceutical company and major inter-verse-al player in a number of markets including pharmaceuticals, medical hardware, defense, and computers along with more clandestine operations utilizing genetic engineering and bio-chemical weaponry. Gero Industries, as though to cover all the bases, also presented a more public face, producing cosmetics, consumer products, and foods that made the doctor a house hold conglomerate.

One of Gero’s subsidiaries would be to a private military contract with the highly-trained security force that was the Storm Trooper Elite. Capable of rescue, reconnaissance, and para-military operations the corporation used the Storm Trooper force to secure and protect its assets and even high profile employees.

With his scientific empire on the rise Dr. Gero was able to turn his attention to his research and began developing a new generation of synthetic humanoids and biological agents of terror. His current fixation was the fascinated with analyzing the DNA of the Omniverse’s myriad species and races. It is unknown just how many prisoners or wounded soldiers actually turned up in Gero’s hidden labs as guinea pigs, but none of them ever left.

These laboratories were more like upgraded dungeons and in fact, most were still actually made of cobblestone. Chains hung from hammered spikes to metal shackles bolted to the floor. There were depressions in the floor, perhaps where people were kept for extended periods of time. An operating table stained in blood and equipped with various restraint measures centered the room, currently in use. Along the walls stood cryogenic sleep chambers with only a few left unoccupied. Adjacent the operating table, a med cart sat armored to the teeth in sharp, ridged tools, used for god knows what and in the vary air, hung a stale scent of death... and suffering.

Gero turned from his work bench, circled the operating table, and dragged his finger across the profile of the test subject restrained to the table as he spoke, “Marvelous creature, you are.”

The ‘marvelous creature’, as Gero put it, seemed but a mere humanoid. In fact, besides the moderately strong physic it possessed, it didn’t seem to have anything unique or outwardly special about it.

Upon hearing the cold voice of the doctor, immediately the restrained test subject began thrashing about in an attempt to free itself from the table. Sometime later, when it tired of the fruitless effort, the subject snarled at Gero, “Let me out of here!”

“Now, now, there’s no need to get all upset, you’re going ruin our little experiment. You don’t won’t to do that, now, do you?” Dr. Gero taunted the raven haired, test subject as he spoke, his expression coy and his eyes snake like in that moment.

“When I get out of here, I am going to kill you!” exclaimed the subject as it began to trash again.

That’s the spirit! Keep that warrior’s attitude… you’re going to need it!” Gero mocked and in response, a fury came over the male specimen as its very skin began to crawl, shift, and contort. The restraints also began to weaken as the test subject took on a horrifying transformation. Color retreated from the beings skin pigment as tiny, stone like fissures began to appear all over its body from head to toe and a giant soaring wingspan erupted from the creatures back.
“Go fuck your---ARRRRRGGGGGGHHHHH!!!!” violently the subject snapped at the doctor, however Gero, quick on the uptake, had plunged a syringe into the only soft tissue left on the subject: his eye.

Sedated, the creature’s upper half lowered back to the operating table as his form began to revert back to its more humanlike form.

“Computer, begin Androidization.” Gero commanded his super computer into action and in turn a large glass cylinder began to lower from the ceiling, sealing and containing the test subject as a mist filled the space within the cylinder.

**Beep Beep**

“Dr. Gero? Come in Dr Gero. This is security to Gero, out.”

“Yes, yes, what is it?” the doctor responded.

“Sir! There has been a breech in laboratory alpha. The Elite Task force has been dispatched already, but awaiting any further orders, as always, sir!”

“What sort of breech? Could just be more protestors, probably just some bleeding heart activists protesting the use of our lipstick on rabbits or something foolish like that.” Gero pondered.

“Yes sir, apparently after last night inventory check there was a report of missing chemical agents from the lab. I don’t know what their after on level 3, but we’ll keep you posted!”

“Wait, wait. Did you say Lab Alpha on Level 3?...!” Gero questioned with worry in his voice.

“Yes sir!...” the voice of the intercom responded.

“You fools! That is no activist group! Level 3 in the Alpha lab contains all of the Empire’s top secret defense research!” Gero exclaimed!

“Oh sh*t! Excuse me sir! I’ll activate all the androids on site, right away!” the voice came in, this time sounding of panic.

“Yes, wait NO! Only activate one. Any more than that and we’ll have a bigger problem on our hands. I’m on my way now, as well. Is there any more information you have for me?”

“Yes sir! There appears to be an unauthorized security clearance in the logs.”
“Explain.” Gero commanded.

“Well sir, for whatever reason, a grunt storm trooper accessed the inner sanctuary of the lab. That’s never happened in the logs before…”

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  Paramount Discretion
Posted by: Shay Cormac - 04-19-2015, 02:40 AM - Forum: Coruscant - Replies (2)

Shay felt his feet hit the ground once again. Not much felt different from what his feet could tell him, but when he opened his eyes, Shay was greeted by once again, more surprises. Shay's mouth remained gaped open, observing all this new city had to offer, and what it offered was nothing like Shay could ever predict, let alone imagine. All around him, flying vehicle-like contraptions, huge intricate metallic buildings. Not only that, but the civilians seeming to walk around the streets were... very diverse, to say the least. Obviously, Shay looked out of place in this town, everyone else wearing very different clothing in terms of fashion sense, and that made Shay an easy target to be stared at. He could handle it, of course, but it didn't make it any less uncomfortable for Shay.

Avoiding the embarrassment of asking a local what exactly was happening, Shay decided he'd roam the streets a while to get a feel for the place instead. Much to his dismay, Shay already found multiple civilians looking on at him, trying to hold back giggles. Breathing heavily, Shay puffed out a bit of air stuck in his chest, before popping up his collar, walking onward to the city in front of him. Taking in his surroundings with the least amount of confusion Shay could let sink into him, he noticed this might not have been Earth he was walking on. Well, that much was obvious now that Shay thought about it, he got sucked out of his own dimension, but... this wasn't anything like he had seen previously, not even close. Everything here just seemed alien, literally. Some of the "people" here weren't even people, strange appendages, apparel, and other features that weren't possible on human bodies. Shay didn't mind them being around, he was just very intrigued at the whole ordeal, making him think even more than he was before.

As much as Shay enjoyed a little time to think for himself, here even he could admit it wasn't doing much for him other than procrastinating, in a sense. Looking upwards at a bundle of signs on a wall that thankfully happened to be in English, Shay read the direction to a local tavern, and made haste towards the building. It didn't take long before Shay recognized the shape of the building, seemingly in contrast to the rest. A tavern is a tavern, after all. Walking to the front of the building itself, Shay could already see some more threatening looking individuals leaning against the walls, eyeballing Shay carefully. Shay gulped a bit, opening the door present to him, quickly leaving the conspicuously menacing fellows to do whatever it is they were doing. Just as expected, as soon as he opened the door itself, Shay's ears were greeted with the wondrous sounds of playful music and the conversations of multiple citizens, although his excitement was quickly turned to genuine interest when he actually listened in, not recognizing the type of music playing at all, neither most of the languages the locals were speaking.

Nobody seemed to notice Shay, thankfully. As much as he liked them, taverns were admittedly usually not full of swell people to be around. Looking through the building's interior, Shay could easily spot the bartender behind a counter. Going over to... her, yes, definitely a her judging by body shape, Shay had hoped this one was friendly enough to make a nice conversation to. Make a friendly face, check. Walk confidently, check. Find it in your guts to talk to an alien in which you could barely describe the looks of, Shay needed to work on that one a bit. Checking his flanks, Shay put his hand on the counter, grabbing the attention of the bartender herself, whose eyebrow was already raised at the sight of Shay. Putting aside the mug she was cleaning off, the bartender came up to Shay, leaning in just as much as he was, indicating she was already waiting for a conversation starter by winking.

"I... get the feeling you might not have all the time in the world, but could you go about answering a couple of questions for me?" Shay looked into the strange woman's eyes, the latter still smiling. Shay was relieved she took kindly to his interruption of her work, but even then, he couldn't help but feel a bit irked by the whole thing. "Well, honey... You look a bit out of place, here. Do you happ'n to be one of them Prime fellas that stop by every now and again?" The bartender flirtatiously asked Shay, raising her chin up, seemingly amused already. "I'd believe that's what they call me, correct. In that case, wh-" Shay began to say, before being stopped abruptly by the bartender, raising her hand, to which Shay took the cue to stop talking, trying not to cause any trouble. "Now, now, I know what you're gonna be say'n, sweetums, no need to talk no more, now." The bartender opened her eyes, her smile widening playfully.

Shay stood up straight, nodding his head. He took his hand off the counter to fold his arms and listen in to whatever this girl had to offer him in as many words as he could take in. The bartender began speaking, looking around the tavern, masking the words in her sentence with the music and noise of the stage and the citizens respectfully. "You... You're in Coruscant, as you prob'ly already know... Since yer a knew Prime here, and trust me, I've met 'em before, you might wanna go back and direct yourself at a local inn to sleep in for the night, hun. Either that, or go 'round the city a while, and get you're surroundin's straightened up, 'cause from what I hear, this gotta be one of the most important places you can be in the Omniverse, deary." The bartender continued looking around, hiding the suspicions of Shay being a Prime by seeming to ignore him slightly. It was enough to work, as anybody who Shay noticed was trying to eavesdrop previously had given up. The woman continued to talk as Shay played along.

"Now, you could also be waitin' for other Primes t' show up, but try not to cause any harm to 'em, dear. You'll only attract the attention of Judge Dredd, and lemme tell ya, you ain't wantin' to meet him any time soon, mintloaf. Practically leads and keeps the Empire police forces standin', and trust me when I say the'll knock you out quick, honeybuns. My best advice is still t' stay here in the city, lay low a while, and then go off explorin', like y'all Primes do." The woman cued Shay that she had finished by giving him another wink, to which Shay replied mouthing the words thank you as eligible as he could. Shay was definitely entertained with the girl's strange accent and tendencies for nicknames, which seemed fitting for a bartender. Looking back at the woman, Shay put his hand back on the counter, before nodding at the front door, telling her that he was leaving to avoid any unnecessary conflict with the drunken tavern regulars. As Shay turned away to leave, the bartender placed her palm on the top of Shay's gloved hand, much to his surprise. "By the way, dear... Did I catch your name? I'll be listenin' in, keep track of you in case you need it. Y'all Primes need guidance, and I can't give my real name right now for legal reasons, but you can always come back to this ol' place if you ever be needin' some information, 'cause I got my sources."

Shay looked behind him once more, smiling. Nodding his head, he bowed slightly, trying to flatter to girl, which seemed to work as he looked up to find the alien woman blushing a bit. "My name is Shay. Shay Patrick Cormac." With that being said, Shay quickly spun around and left the tavern just as discreet as he entered in.

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  The Road of Good Intention
Posted by: Doomguy - 04-19-2015, 01:38 AM - Forum: The Vasty Deep - Replies (6)

Quote:Continuing from Intermission From Doom

The next few days had been taken to ramp down into a more familiar military routine, the ad-hoc barracks turned into a temporary home. The Lieutenant and Eagle Eye had not called for my attention since the first day I met them, the two handlers had decided to leave me to my business until whatever objectives they had planned more me became apparent. Worked for me, as I wanted to get a lay of the land and at least start on digging for info on Impel Down before I got sent on whatever fox hunt the two cooked up. With my PDA bugged and any camera in the street watching me, I was basically pinned down until I could find a way around Costa del Sol without the Empire figuring out that I was two timing them. That meant a lot of time meandering around the town with the auto mapper and marking the line of sight of cameras and patrols. Which meant using the features of the auto-mapper I made fun of when I first got it, but then how would I have known I would be trapped in an alternate dimension with a totalitarian goverment.

No, I don't know if the demons of Hell were totalitarian, I'll ask them the next time I see them.

My "co-workers", the stormtroopers that were charged with keeping the peace on the mainland of this ocean world, keep their distance. It seems that a few years of guard duty, dealing with the occasional rampaging prime, and a general unappreciated and humiliating job had made them wary of outsiders. Go figure. If they knew I was a prime I'm sure they would have thrown me out. Since I had to share the same barracks with them for the next few weeks, I had to hand the olive branch and build the bridge and whatever garbage phrase you want to use. They were unresponsive at first, but a peace offering of beer and cigarettes had them warming up to me, in that "I'll tolerate your presence" kind of way. Fastest way to a soldier's heart is their vices followed closely by insulting their jackass CO. Which was phase two.

"What's your deal anyway?" One Sergeant Tina ("Tiny Tina" was the nickname I heard around the mess hall, even though she was almost as tall as I was and filled her armor better than most of the men in her squad) asked as she took a cig from the carton I was dangling hypnotically in front a few of the soldiers under her charge. Although she took the gift without comment, she eyes me suspiciously and that carried in her voice.

"Well, I was dragged into this Omniverse by some jackass" I left out who that jackass was intentionally "and being a soldier in my own universe, took the job I had skills in." My half-truth didn't endear me to her, as she just continued to narrow her eyes and silently judge between puffs of smoke.

"Then why not join the Stormtroopers properly and not be a scummy merc who's wasting the time and resources of our citizens" She accused me with unbridled contempt, which was an amazing feat considering her voice didn't change at all from her original "calm" voice. Perhaps if I was a more diplomatic person, I would have just let the whole thing slide, backed down on the position, and continue with just trying to get on the good side of the other soldiers.

I am not a diplomatic person.

"Maybe because I'm not all for being a drone for a bunch psychopaths that think crushing people's lives is a fun hobby" I got right up into the sarge's face, backing up my discussion point with physical intimidation. We stared at each other in silent confrontation for what seemed like a hour, both of us dared to strike first and lead this mental game of chicken to blows. I'm sure we would have both left the room with broken bones had not one brave soldiers from her squad stepped in between us.

"Ma'am, we still have to finish patrol" the soldier reminded his CO, both out of a genuine need to finish the job and concern to keep his superior officer out of harm's way. Probably. It's hard to read someone in those dumb helmets. We remained unyielding for a moment longer, then Tina gave me a sneer and mushed her cig into my armor as a show of defiance in defeat. She turned to her squad and with a nod she left the building with her men in tow. The one who broke it up gave me a final glance before he caught up with the rest and left me alone.

That was enough playing nice for one day. I had a feeling that things were going to turn sour sooner than I would hope. Time to get some information, and I knew who I would get it from.

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  Heh... I'm sorry.. Kinda...
Posted by: Retane - 04-18-2015, 08:03 PM - Forum: The Whateververse, Man - Replies (7)

Eh. Before I go any further, allow me to explain something. I'm 28. I've been writing for quite a bit of years. I was 16 when I started? I'm still that same guy, just more... me.

I've been through a lot, seen shit, had shit happen, so on. What you all see is that angry side, or that gives no fucks side. Though, I do care, I act like I don't, but I do. It's a persona. It's a trollish persona, but meh. I want to explain a few things though.

I write good and I write horrible. My greatest characeristic is Ideas; Writing is second especially if I hit that flow. It's hard for me sometimes, but harder earlier then later. I actually rush things, which is a HUGE flaw of mine.

RIght now I'm wanting to finish our story, and get to our base and do another story.

Kenny, the handler of Jack Frost,is 15.

I've known the kid for... half hiis life? He's got that inner intelligence; That bullied thing inside him that he has over come. I've watched him grow. He has a mother who''s going through cancer, wants his own life. And so on.

Simple fact is, I am that guy that will flat out break a jaw over him. I put loyalty over anything. Love isnt as strong sa loyalty to me. Love is a word and a feeling, but you have to be loyal to someone to even think you really love them.

That's my opinion. I am more loyaly to Kenny, then I am, to my own son. My will gives Kenny all my crap pretty much, with the agreed intention that Kenny will try to see my son and when he is older, give him my stuff and explain who I was.

That's the current Will. It's written and signed.

That being said, and trying to leave him out of this, if you mess with the kid, you really piss me the fuck off. Calling him a pothead, and it getting sent to me, really got under my nerves. It's simple, I think the kid has talent, and you won't mess with himwithout me being involved. He's like a son to me and I have a few things to help him with before I let him go out on his own... OOC and IC.

I am a lot smarter and deeper then I portray... I'm very fucking smart. I'm dark, but at the same time, I'm light. Arith, shows this. He has my jokes. My light side. Arith is the.... Best explination to ever describe me. Retane/Enro.... My Angry dark sides with hope and light.

That being said.... If I offend you... I apologize. If I make you angry, annoyed or whatever. Again I apologize. I respond OOC with a Retane/Me type answer usually.

It's just me. I've had to talk people out of suicide, got sent a video of a kid cutting himself.... Shit like that...

A16.. As Goku Jr. And Minoshia actually fought A16... it's what really bolstered Minoshia... I went inactive... Came back as Pikkon then went inactive, but wemt omactive again... and Became Retane...

A16 was a kid... under 18... Heh... I was an ass like usual in front... but he had issues... Dark issues...I can recognize those things... and we talked for a while. I talked him out of it.

But, all that being said... I've been there... and I'm angry again. I'm angry, yet im dedicated.

2011 April 19th started my weird year of great ups and downs. Got robbed at gun point... I have some PTSD/Anxiety going on...Bad LUCK... Tch... '12 saw cops light air felt weird... it was weird and I realized why...

'13 I cant remember what.. I'm blocking it outm for a reason... '14 I was in jail after barely suriviing a fucking wreck that coulda killed me. Oh look I knew sometihng was weird... Seems there a warrant out for me again. Because I missed another court date I didn't know about.

So yeah... Lol....

This is a small explination and an aplogy, and a reason...

But no offense to anyone, Dio will die, and get circled. Kenny has said that after watching how he was last night and sitting down and reading it all, that The Horsemen will banish Dio at the first possible chance IC.

Kenny wanted us to Bounty Hunt, Named Samus, Harry and Magus. I said I wasn't going after Magus, and said I wasn't gonna help Coruscant.

Kenny said we have to kill Dio after calling him a pothead and the way he acted last night. So after The Abyss... Dio is not just going to die... I will Banish him.

Call it agression, but i want you to know who I am and where I come from....

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  Ego Strokes
Posted by: Deadpool - 04-18-2015, 10:39 AM - Forum: The Arcade - Replies (10)

Hey. Figured it would be cool to start a game.


Basically, you're going to say something positive about the person above you, about their writing.


I'll just pick a random person since I'm starting off...


I pick Retane!

Retane, I envy your ability to consistently come up with stories that not only progress, but also add growth to his character.




EDIT: also, I probably put this in wrong forum (using mobile, sorry). If that's the case, it be great if staff could move this to whatever verse. Or wherever they feel is the most appropriate forum

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  An Unexpected(?) Anomaly
Posted by: Carn_Val - 04-17-2015, 01:13 PM - Forum: The Nexus - Replies (6)

A cold, sinking feeling, like when the Anomaly first came to being, pulls Carn back into consciousness, only this time, something else is happening.

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.”

Omni hands you a glimmering orb in which all the colors of the rainbow coalesce. “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.

“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.

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

Without a heads up, the room started to disintegrate, walls, floor, ceiling, all disappearing. Before Carn knew what could happen, weightlessness started to take over, then, the Anomaly was falling.

"Not this again."

What replaced the walls and ceiling was a vast expanse of pure white. Carn looks back up at the figure, he was floating motionlessly, then suddenly, he looked down at the Anomaly, with the look as if he's saying "welcome' one more time before his white form meld with the sky. Carn's descent was fast, a few seconds later, the prime seemed to be already on the floor. A floor that seemed to extend to infinity in all directions, with the horizon as a guide to its edges, not to mention what seemed to be towering objects scattered around Carn, equidistant to each other. What the prime didn't realize was that the very base the Anomaly was sitting on was a fountain, and a large one at that. Some sort of liquid flows from it akeen to that sphere the white figure called Omni had given.

Omnillion was it? Was that what he said? Oh well, I better get down from here before someone sees me.

Carn stood, eyes squinting at the eight objects ways ahead. With the precision and grace of a well-trained Anomaly, Carn had no trouble descending the fountain, only to have seen it change into something else, the moment the Anomaly looked away. The fountain turned into a hill, or a mound, something of a large bulging landmass ways smaller than a mountain. In the middle of processing what happened, a brief flash in the sky caused Carn to tilt a head upwards, only to realize it was Tremor, but that was not the only thing the Anomaly had realized, Carn realized it was going to land on the Anomaly's general direction. Quickly, pulling thoughts together, Carn jumps back as far away as possible, only for the large cleaver to land mere inches between the prime's knees. A close call that could have cost Carn something dear.

Gah! He..he.he...huh?, confused at the gulping of air and panting, Carn had no idea what to make of it. Drops of sweat started lining up which caused more confusion.
What's happening to me? Is this something new? Is this what one experiences in the world? Carn seemed amused. Satisfied with the surpise, Carn took a bit of momentum to build up and eventually pulling Tremor from the ground. The Anomaly wonders where the other part of the pair, Trauma, the trusty scythe, went. Oddly enough, Trauma had already been with the Anomaly all that time and had only realized it later after all the new things started coming one after the other. With both weapons checked out, eyes open and sporting a large grin, Carn sets forth into the new world.

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