I was just checking the Weeky Gains that were just updated and it seems you missed me. Not to be a bother but I was wondering if i could still get it

It's Desco!

Character name: Toybox Girl ADAPT

Character source: Original from Cosmic Break

Character history: An original model variant of the Toybox Girl design which was further back based on Toybox, Toybox Girl ADAPT is a robot girl who immediately joined the Cosmic Union Wisdom on the Cosmic Ark. The third, or perhaps more as C.S.-tan is pretty eccentric, version of her series, ADAPT sported the invaluable ADAPT system allowing her to replicate the weapons of her enemies temporarily. She quickly rose through the Cosmic Hero ranks with high mission scores and good skirmish marks in the Union Wars. However her history is not without faults as she has lost many of her friends to the multidimensional conquerors the Demon Force, the main reason the Ark was created.

Physical Description: Similar to the original model seen here, <!-- m --><a class="postlink" href="http://imgur.com/c61wDTM">http://imgur.com/c61wDTM</a><!-- m --> , this ADAPT variant sports a larger more square backpack from which arms, weapons, and whatever she copies sprouts out.



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

Starting Proficiencies: Ranged Proficiency (1000)

Starting Powers: Mimic (2800)

Starting Moves:

Handy Bazooka (300) (Requires Ranged Proficiency) This overly large one handed bazooka launches large explosive shells.A permanent part of her ADAPT system, this sprouts out on one of the two arms attached to her backpack. While it can easily fire in any direction she uses visual targeting to aim.

Beam Gun (300) (Requires Ranged Proficiency) - This boxy weapon fires moderately big blue beam shots. A permanent part of her ADAPT system, this sprouts out on one of two arms on her backpack. While it can easily fire in any direction she uses visual targeting to aim.


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So heres a forum game, cause who doesn't love a game to play. This was a thing on a site I used to be on so I thought I would try it here!

How this works: You say a statement, like, "TPBM (Stands for the person bellow me) has had peanut butter today" and the person below you (the person who posts after you) will say true or false and give a statement!

I'll go first by saying

TPBM enjoys eating pizza

The Party of the Strange


As the Angles with the Devil danced
And Jesus did Demons court;
There happened many thing stranger
Then what Chaos ever wrought.

Each dream did come fully alive
The whims, day dreams and fantasies.
The wet dreams and nightmares also did jive;
Fitting in with disturbing ease.

Knowing by this horrendous party
That many worlds would fully be made wreck
Still did people join by legion size;
Saying “Come on, what the Heck!”

Invited were the twisted the sick and perverse
Near all those of the scene called the Strange
And so they came, the weirdest of the multiverse
Knowing they’d emerge even more deranged!

Guests came; all species shape and size
Including beats as from Aesop’s fables.
None of them did others despise
But each loved as a party animal.

Near all did come, you had to be there
With laws of time and space enforced only loose
And more divine and necromancers flare
Being dead or nay born was allowed as an excuse!

The straight-laced were bared; the boring ladies and men
The norms and reasonable were nay allowed
If some did get in, it would be easy to spot them
In this unique crowd.

Though worlds joined, it was not enough
So they sought out those with strange wyrd and fitting fate
It was all too easy, not at all tough
They took near all while going through Heavens Gate

The worlds were places where none ever did live
For these were mostly specially made
They stole or took what everywhere had to give
But their ruins only sometimes did fade!

To cook the drugs and deadly food
And provide sun like warmth for all
They would need much, much wood
So they did burn Yggdrasil

And so they partied from the ceiling
With magic shoes and danced on each wall;
If of this they were seen by any sane being
Into the welcoming pits of madness would they fall.

Seeing pink Elders, gods figured their thirsts to slack
So they tried their best to drain many a bottle of Djinn
Most of the Djinn did not like it and struck back
Saying, “That fetish is not our thing!”

In Hell’s lava hot springs they did skinny-dip
Frolicking and enjoying their play
They all had a great time, even each gimp
Enchanted by the party’s fray

There was a section for the kids
Nothing sexual was allowed there
Of booze and the drunks that they dig
It was bring you own or share and share.

Afore the party was near done
And though the humour could be coarse
They all enjoyed it and had much fun
Bringing in more then one Trojan horse

For snacks there were fruits of the tree of knowing
Boiled well in water from the river Leth
Chased with juice of the tree of Life everlasting
Mixed with water from the Styx, which does bereave

There was some people who wanted in, but to retain their own control
Setting up their own boarder guards, they spotted aliens approaching their world, their abode
The party over whelmed them, their people eager to pay the chaos toll
Of the aliens situation, in the end the government they did probe

There was a girl, who upfront seemed all sugar and spice
You’d think her mouth couldn’t melt butter
When she was nice, she was very, very nice
But when she was bad, they loved her back better!

Bright Apollo with choirs of every Heaven
Sang off against all the bards and Rock stars from Hell
On the dance floor all rank was even
So there they danced; the fair and the fell.

People could enjoy every public show
Even if some were not at all nice
An actor showed nothing was no-go
While in Cinderella on ice.

The fat lady came and sung also
On the stage she showed how she felt
Even if her show was just solo
Afore it she was so nervous she used a living toilet

They played matches on a strange sports field
Holding many landmines and traps on many a grave
In the mosh-pit an odd sight the party did yield
Buhddest monks and saints indulging each vice they did crave.

Armed forces came with black ops, each in a mask
To where they could have fun without scandal.
What they did they would not tell, for none would ask
And they did not just tap the admiral.

Shrinks went to see what was going on
Believing their schools would nay reach an accord
But they were forced to admit they were wrong
And let loose each mental ward

An uptight boring man came to wreck their fun
And with a moral banner to hoist and unfurl
But near soon as he had just begun
He was turned into a were party girl!

Prudes appeared to preach and enforce hetro vanilla
But fetishist gave their reply
There was some points and in the end some unusual filler
Until the prudes were told “Good bi”

In all this beings did get hurt
So medics came, but not just to heal.
High on their own things they did flirt
Changing peoples bodies to fit how they wanted to feel.

Time did bend back on itself, Saturn was doing yoga
Fortan, dame luck, had her powers pushed till they did strain.
One moment people were boogying in suits, the next head-banging in a toga.
Wanting to always party, some time travelled, and from the start partied again!

To Klansmen who tried to enforce their beliefs and ways
Came Jesus, that ancient Jewish hippy from heaven above
He changed their tone on that day of days
And for all the kinds of men did they feel brotherly love

There was a smooth man, orphaned at birth
None knew he was whose son
At the party he and a maid had more then drunken mirth
Seeing the photo, he said “That’s my mom!”

There was a beauty pageant for fetishes people wore
Among latex, polyester and supermodels with some haughtier
Was leather, straps, body paint and many little things more.
The winner was the runner up, worn by a Skinwalker.

A wild man had too must bloodlust
And wanted little more then a fight
After victory he’d hold his prize fast
And maybe enjoy an expired Sprite.

A perverted Djinn offered a hooker a free wish
Said she “I would do anything for a million quid.”
Due to her lisp, he gave her a delighted kiss,
And has her taking care of a million squid.

There was a lass who believed she would always have it made
One of the things was she was a very twisted high elf.
Seeing a cute drunk guy, she knew there were plans to be laid
Woke up after the party, realizing it had been her own then future self.

The oddest being in all this strife
Was a man enjoying many a tart.
Who said the party was his entire life.
When the Party closed he went back to the start!

There was a man, who with ladies was loose and fast
Who seeing a sexy woman could not but make a pass
When he insisted too much, he learned she could spell cast
And went home with his mates a lass!

Old troubles for fun they did exhume
And put heat on all they did despise.
Madness rose as things did fume
‘till past boiling point did Mercury rise

Some geeks somehow did manage to get in
And enjoyed much mead from flagons
‘till the booze buzz kick in
And they went to have fun with dungeons and dragons

On thoughts, drugs, magic and science mad
Did God get totally stoned;
Committing deeds much fowler
Then any Satan dared call his own.

The stars they pushed around, they shredded destinies text
And that was the work of nay just chaos gods
And of what would come to be next
Jimmy the Greek would nay lay odds

There was ever only one who dared complain of the noise
Odin, All-Father, the Lord of the Gods of Asgard
But the party took them, Valhalla and all its boys
In fighting and drunken whenching all resistance they did discard.

But as Gargoyles Can-Caned, Whales tap-danced
And mermaids outdid Scotsmen with the Highland fling.
For each world this madness with witnesses were graced
Awe, hope, wonder, and inspiration it did bring.


But with all parties it had to have a close
But came a sound to which the worlds madness did it rend
With it fear, dread, joy and hope all rose
A single voice saying “Great party, we must do it again!”

As they staggered for the worlds they did call home
Their appearance was so disturbing all sane being were given fright.
But once they expired what let them world roam
Many said such as “Damn, I knew I should of made that turn right!”

Although trapped many sort a way home to go
Their presence more deadly then any disaster or hex
Their presence they knew would help the Strange grow
To help fuel the party next!

“Whoaaaaaaaaaaaa!”

One second he was hurtling through the air, and the next: SPLAT. Mickey Mouse found himself splayed out on the ground, with a headache that reached all the way up to his ears.

With a groan, the mouse slowly picked himself up, dusted himself off, and began to take in his surroundings: everywhere he looked, darkness. A wave of dread crept up his spine and he reached instinctively for his Keyblade, only to find it had disappeared. He gulped loudly and tried to call out into the darkness, but something—a force he could not identify or understand—stopped him.

Seconds before, he sped through the stars in the gummi ship, on his way to investigate the Heartless problem. Now he found himself surrounded by shadows on all sides. Could this be the Realm of Darkness, where the Heartless originated from? Perhaps the Heartless had discovered his mission, intercepted him, and brought him here to stop him. They trapped him here so he could not complete his mission; and here he remained while he awaited punishment. It certainly seemed a diabolical enough plan for the evil creatures, and he had been awful close to discerning their location.

Oh, brother, he thought to himself. Gradually, the little mouse realized the end result of this encounter: They’re gonna kill me. He gulped again, louder. He did not like to admit it—after all, he was King Mickey, the brave ruler of Disney Castle—but he was scared to death of death.

Suddenly, he heard a noise echoing throughout the shadow. Mickey’s ears perked up at the sound, and he whirled around to see a mysterious silhouette almost glowing in the darkness. It stood a few yards away, but Mickey did not dare get closer to it. Once again, he attempted to speak—Hello? Who are you?—but once again, something stopped him. He guessed it had something to do with this guy. He was not totally sure that he wanted to stick around and find out if he was right.

The figure’s voice boomed; Mickey’s ears hurt, but he tried his best not to wince. Showing pain or fear in front of his captors was not an option. So he listened to the silhouette as it explained, in vague detail, what was going on: that somehow he ended up in a world that was definitely not his original destination. Though he had no way to be sure, he surmised that this guy was probably not a Heartless, then. Mickey relaxed, but only slightly.

The explanation was short and sweet—Omni, as he called himself, had no penchant for long monologues full of juicy exposition—but it explained enough. He was in a new world, and with that came a new tool: Omnilium, which, if this guy could be believed, could be used to create anything Mickey’s heart desired. That was pretty much the extent of the mysterious man’s speech; after a few closing remarks, Omni disappeared, and for just a moment, the mouse was alone in the dark. Then—

FLASH!

The darkness was gone. Mickey stumbled backwards and covered his eyes with his hand, blinded by the stunning brightness. Once he had recovered, he looked around, hoping to see some sign of civilization. It seemed, however, that was not in the cards. Nothingness surrounded him on all sides; where there had once been shadow, there was now a great, white void everywhere he turned. A few yards away a large fountain, the only disturbance in the emptiness, spewed water endlessly.

So, the mouse pondered, if this isn’t the Realm of Darkness, then what is it? The figure had called it “the Omniverse.” What was that, though? Even after the lecture, Mickey did not have a good answer. Omni had been a little skimpy on the details, so the mouse would have to do some detective work of his own to figure out what exactly the Omniverse was.

First things first, though: where had his stuff run off to? He spun around a couple of times, perusing the ground. His Keyblade was nowhere to be found; the supplies he packed for his journey had disappeared, too. He peeked inside the fountain—maybe they had been launched into the water on impact—but he had no luck there, either.

He remembered the man’s words: “Anything you desire can be yours.” Could he truly use this rainbow energy to just make a Keyblade? Surely it was more complex than that. Back home, Keyblades were few and far between, sometimes hidden deep within worlds. It was worth a shot, though. Tentatively, he focused on what he wanted: I want my Keyblade back, the King thought. That’s what I desire. After a few seconds, a little rainbow orb exactly like the one Omni had shown him materialized a small distance in front of him. Mickey bit his lip, raising his hands and concentrating heavily on transforming that little ball of energy into his trusty weapon. It took several minutes, but after flashing every color Mickey had ever seen—and even some he had never seen before—the little orb began to change shape. Eventually the energy coalesced into something that seemed, for all intents and purposes, to be exactly like his good ol’ Kingdom Key. Success!

A wide smile flying onto his face, Mickey grabbed the Keyblade, holding onto it excitedly. Then, another thought: if he could make anything, maybe he could make a portal back home! The idea filled the mouse with hope, so he resolved to try. He held out his free hand, focusing on getting back to the love of his life. I’m comin’ home, Minnie.

Just like before, the Omnilium appeared before him. This time he was not so successful, though—after flashing through colors for a few seconds, Mickey felt a sudden surge of static shock, and was knocked back onto the ground. The Omnilium vanished into thin air.

“Ouch,” he squeaked. That might not be a good idea—at least not until he had more Omnilium. Something—though he could not place his finger on what—told him that he did not have nearly enough to be attempting anything of that magnitude quite yet. Instead, something simpler: after a few minutes, Mickey had used a tiny bit of omnilium to conjure up a photograph of his sweet girl. One day I’ll get back to ya, Minnie, he promised. He could not tell you whether that promise was to her or to himself. Both, perhaps.

“Alright,” he sighed, “Let’s go.” He pocketed the picture and sheathed his Keyblade, and, although he did not know where he was going, he began to walk.

Name: Mickey Mouse
Level: 7
Spent OM: 33,150
Proficiencies: (5200) Physical Strength (1000), Ranged (1000), Area Attack (600), Area Shield (400), Ranged Materialize (600), Homing (600), Debuff (1000)
Powers: (4400) Master Acrobat (400), Burst Movement (800), Flight (1800), Shapeshifting (1400)
Moves: (5700) Keyblade (300), Pearl (600), Holy (300), Carpet Shield (300), Fire (300), Blizzard (300), Thunder (300) / Simba: Roar (300), Claws (300), Teeth (300) / Bambi: Headbutt (300), Cuteness Shield (300), Bambi's Mom (300) / Genie: Showtime (300), Friend Like Me (300) / Iron Mickey: Pulse Bolts (300), Mini-Missiles (300), Repulsor Ray (300)
Super Moves: (3000) Tier 1 Offensive - Yellow Kingdom Hearts (600), Tier 2 Defensive - Blue Kingdom Hearts (800), Tier 2 Offensive - Steamboat Willie (800) / Genie: Tier 2 Utility - Three Wishes (800)
Transformations: (1000) Iron Mickey - Tier 1 Powered-Up Form - 7/6/4/1 (1000)
Assists: (3500) Simba - Tier 1 Assist (1000), Bambi - Tier 1 Assist (1000), Genie - Tier 2 Assist (1500)
Items: (300) Medal! (2) (Updated 8/8), Communicator (200), Mobile Dataverse Device (100), Artefact - Potara Earrings
Bases: (2000) The Clubhouse - Tangled Green (Recall Station - 2000)
Unlocks: (7500) First Stat Upgrade - +1 TEC (1000), Second Stat Upgrade - +1 ATK (2000), Third Stat Upgrade - +1 TEC (4000), Spiritual Attunement (500)
Consumed OM: (2250) 2000 (Base), 250 (Items)
Used: Banishment Circle (250)

Base stats:
ATK: 3
DEF: 2
SPD: 3
TEC: 4

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Name: Caira Ayryn
Spent OM: 22,000
Consumed OM: 1,500
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Items: Mobile Dataverse Device (100)
Vita compass (800)
Warp whistle (600)[/spoiler]
Proficiencies (3600): Physical Strength (1000), Ranged (1000) Debuff (1000), Area Attack Prof. (600)
Powers (5500): Basic Super Jumping (300), Basic Enhanced Senses (1400), Time Manipulation (800), Healing (3000)
Moves (2400): Eclipse (300), Lie Detect (300), Impact punch (600), Throwing Daggers (300), Connecting the Stars/coil (600), Vortex (300)
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Items: Mobile Dataverse Device, Warp Whistle, Vita Compass
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Unlocks (9000): Stat Upgrade III (7000), Spiritual Attunement (2000)
Base stats:
ATK: 4
DEF: 6
SPD: 1
TEC: 2

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