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Yo, do you like 4x games like Civilization and Stellaris? Well that's perfect because Okor and I are looking to put together a game night for Omniversians that enjoy 4x games. We don't have a set date nor a set game, but I'm curious as to whether there is any interest in something like this.

Suggested games

• Stellaris
  
• Civilization Series
  
• Endless Space 2
  
• Endless Legend
  

I was just wondering, if I donate to claim a third character and a reduce for the level requirement. Would that also reduce the OM requirement? In the rules it said, you have to be level 4 or higher and your OM on both characters have to add up to 40,000 or higher.

The Chaos Bringer found himself in a black void, reminiscent of Outer Space. Yet this was not Outer Space because he’d know if it was. The spark beat of his brother, Primus could not be felt by him so wherever it was, he had no clue as to where he was. In addition, someone appeared near him and appeared to be made out of pure platinum, or marble. Either way, the shining nature possessed by them caused Unicron to wish he could look away. The creature seemed to resemble a human to a degree, but had features that he couldn’t exactly determine. Partially, Unicron blamed this on the body that he now called home. The potshot of Dark Energon blasted by Megatron at Bumblebee had ended up infecting Rafael. As a result, Unicron unfortunately had Megatron to “thank” for his current living arrangements of being trapped inside Rafael. It was not all bad however, because he did gain something. The Autobots could not hurt him anymore, because in doing so they would have to kill one of their wards, and they would not do that. Besides, if they tried, Unicron was certain he would murder them all.

At those thoughts, Rafael’s presence could be felt lashing out against him in his head. Unicron now knew that Rafael was holding Unicron to his word. The Autobots were to be spared, in return for allowing Unicron to exist alongside him, in a sort of symbiotic relationship. Both had bonded with the other because they had something the other needed. Unicron had needed the Dark Energon in Rafael to stay alive, and Rafael had needed Unicron’s vast knowledge to help protect the humans, and Autobots from their foes the Decepticons.

When the white individual, as there were no more apt words that Unicron could think of that did not involve ancient languages, and nasty words, handed them a rainbow colored sphere, Unicron examined it. This “orb” was supposed to be the power that powered the place. Why, if he had his own powers back, he’d have reduced the white individual to a stain, or less than that for daring to cause him this irritation. The fact others had been given the same powers irritated Unicron all the more, because it meant he was going to be in a weakened state, with others after him. Hopefully the Matrix of Leadership did not exist here.

At that,  a twinge of hope from Rafael could be felt. Why did Rafael want the Matrix of Leadership around? It was the one thing, one of a few things actually that could harm Unicron and possibly seal him away. But, then Unicron examined the reasons that Rafael wanted the Matrix. As he did this, the black around them faded, leaving them in blinding white, before they were put inside a Fountain of sorts. Stepping out, Unicron’s clothes had been made to be like a sponge and were completely filled with water. Water as you know is of course heavier when it is soaked into fabric, and so slowed the movement of Unicron at first. Frustrated because he could not move as fast as he liked, and also because he did not want Rafael to develop Hypothermia, Unicron decided it was time to test out the orb that he had been given.

Unicron held out the orb, and concentrated. The orb did nothing. His hand went up and smacked himself in the face, before Unicron began to try something else.

“Kamememememeha!” growled Unicron, trying to make the orb do anything. Sadly it did not perform that anime blast not that he remembered it properly, even though Rafael was a fan of animes and had watched more than a few in the past. The next thing he tried was a Hadouken with similar results.  “ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH!”  was shouted out by the Chaos Bringer as he could not make this substance do what he wanted it to. Namely, anything, or more specifically make him a set of clothes he could change Rafael into that were not waterlogged, because he didn’t want the kid to get Hypothermia. If only because doing so would allow him to develop the problem. As it was a simply solved problem, Unicron began concentrating his efforts, and finally, the Omnilium began to do something.

“FINALLY!”  stated Unicron, once he had made a gray set of sweats, and a shirt for Rafael, as well as a pair of sandals. Promptly changing out of the wet clothes he had been in, and drying himself off with a towel, he put the new garments on in a hurry. Sure, he’d be going commando in a fashion, but he didn’t care right now. The point was keeping the boy warm, so that he didn’t develop any form of Hypothermia, or similar problems.

At that moment, Unicron’s control ended because Rafael was let have control by him. Why were his butt cheeks pressing against his sweats? Oh. The water of the Fountain had ruined the clothes he had been wearing, and Unicron didn’t know enough about Omnilium to use it,  realized Rafael as he reviewed what the Chaos Bringer had done so far. So it seemed to Rafael the Chaos Bringer had not done anything horrible yet. Although he did want to murder Omni in a fire with plenty of stabbity death, although Rafael couldn’t honestly blame him. They were both in a new place, and Unicron had lost most of his powers, due to Omni. 

This was likely not easy on Unicron, more than likely. At that, Rafael could feel a mental acknowledgement that what he said was indeed the truth. The Chaos Bringer was most certainly not pleased with his current set of circumstances, because the bulk of his power had been removed by Omni. What little he had left, he had given to Rafael in order to make his body capable of surviving when Unicron’s full strength returned eventually.

Rafael had to admit, he had not expected such selflessness out of the Chaos Bringer. Still neither possessed any real fighting abilities. What little Rafael knew of computer programming  had seemed to disappear as well upon his arrival in the Omniverse, it was like he had never even touched a computer as well. Just what was the effect that did something like this to someone upon their arrival in this place, and how did someone reverse it?

Whatever the cause was, Rafael knew Unicron was most certainly not going to be happy about losing all of his abilities in the Omniverse. In addition, being defenseless was not something Rafael particularly wanted to experience. Memories of small enclosed spaces that he had been inserted into against his will came to mind, just to start, but also other memories of him getting harassed by bullies, or ne’er do wells, such as Vince for one. Yes, being helpless was something both Unicron and Rafael could agree on, that they both held an immeasurable amount of distaste for being. Helplessness was not something they liked. 

Unicron then projected in front of Rafael, outside of his mind. “We need to talk, Rafael.”  Unicron sighed. Really, he hated to waste the energy, but he did not need any of the locals assuming Rafael was not completely mentally healthy. Rafael nodded.  “Somehow we’re in a place called the Omniverse. Some individual made out of what appears to be pure white brought us to this place, and views us as entertainment.”

Unicron grimaced.  “I’ll entertain him alright. I’ll shove the Dark Star Saber so far up his aft he’ll need a series of surgeries to get it out!” The Chaos Bringer was not amused about being stripped of all his powers, not in the slightest. Taking control of Rafael he tried to materialize the Dark Star Saber, and nothing happened. Not a thing. Attempting to access any of his abilities was also fruitless, it was like he had nothing other than the ability to project.

Food, and Shelter were going to be needed by them, Unicron knew that much. They were also going to need more clothes than the ones that Rafael currently had. Weapons were also good, and perhaps even regaining their powers and skills. Unicron knew Rafael would enjoy gaining back his ability to program computers, and for Unicron, well the Dark Star Saber may have been made by Megatron, but even it would be an improvement over his helpless state right now. 

Bad enough that he was stuck in a human, bad enough that he was powerless, but it was even worse that he couldn’t even remember what he was capable of, at all. It was like someone had wiped his memories of all the attacks, and all the weapons, and all the skills he had. They were going to have to learn new ones to replace the old ones that he had once had.

And that was going to take time. Omni had said that there were others here, others like them who possessed the same substance, Omnilium. Chances are they had been here longer, and had already regained their skills, and abilities. Survival was not going to be easy, although it could be possible for them, if the Chaos Bringer took the lead. 

After about thirty minutes of walking, towards the gate that had the white clad individuals around it, Unicron stopped and let Rafael take charge.

Rafael frowned when he noticed one of the soldiers point the blaster at him. After an order was barked for him to get on his knees, and allow a search, Rafael did. After the search was done, Rafael started walking in another direction towards the gate of Camelot, without knowing. For he was not going to go somewhere he was clearly unwanted, there was no sense in that. 

Which character was the last one that you really hated?

Now, I don't mean like you hated the character because they were a mary sue, didn't serve much of a purpose in the plot, or something silly like that. Which character did you HATE, one that did something so freaking evil, so horrible, that you realized you could never, ever forgive them and wouldn't accept whatever redemption arc the writer put out?

It can be an Omniverse character. Personally, the last character that made me super upset was Gildarts' Crossroads demon OC. It's an excellent character, superbly written, but my gosh did I not like what that darn demon did!

I also watched Doctor Strange on Saturday night, and if you've watched that movie to the end credits, you'll know what I mean when I say that that one dude (no spoils for u) is freaking terrible for going all villain-y.

There was a very crisp chirp after the elevator came to a complete stop. The next moment two doors slide back and Arin Lishtar walks out of the enclosed space and into the very familiar clean white vast space known as The Nexus. His dark and polished shoes reflect the solid white ground. He popped his collar as high as it will go, straightened the clinging jacket, and brushed off his shoulders. The light of the elevator against his back caught his mischievous icy blue eyes. At that moment he wondered once more what would happen if he stepped back into the elevator? Would he be taken directly to Omni in the Oververse?

It took the young prime a short time to decide if he wanted to attempt it.

It would not surprise people - those who knew of him and of his ways - that he was a regular here at The Nexus. One does not play the villain and think he can walk The Omniverse without someone cutting you down. There was always a bigger fish in the sea of Primes. It was a way of life, a primal food chain. He sat somewhere in the middle, but on the lower end. This meant he had to pick his prey carefully…

Or he could do what he always did, and push reality to its limits before it began to push back. Buttons were one hell of a temptation, and you would not believe how satisfying it is to push fate’s. He could get straight up high off of just the thought of it, and he was tempted to do so. However, he had other things to do, more productive things.



“Now what was I doing before I died?”



His dark lashes flicked as he blinked several times, slowly… His eyes blank and his mind turning. The world around him sped up as he attempted to process his own death as if it had a dire meaning to his new life. Eventually, it came to him.


“Oh hell, who gives a crap about all that anyways?” Arin said with a laugh in his voice, his body twisting excitedly, especially in the face. “Momma Lishtar always did say that it wasn’t good to dwell on the past, after all~!” He sang, lifting his hand to summon a meaningless cane he has all but slapped in his quick bar. He gave it a twirl and then leaned on it, his leg closest to it slid across the ground to hook into his other foot. The skin tight pants scuff in the absolute and utter boring silence of The Nexus. He looked around the area, nodded to himself, and then planned out loud. “One day I should start trouble here..”

Around him milled about secondaries, sparsely. They dotted the verse like the last few cheerios in your bowl of cereal. Like then, it would take a great deal of effort to kill them all off before another Prime waltzed in. Perhaps even awaken, discard the shroud like he did moments before. No.. Too much effort today.

“If not here, then where do I go?” He asked himself, glancing about in every direction that wouldn’t make him move more than his head as he craned it from left to right. “Enny, meany, miney, moe… Catch a tiger, by the- Huh?”

Movement caught the man’s attention.

There was trouble already starting in The Nexus. He could only assume them to be Primes, a little girl and… Well, he wasn’t sure what the charming red-haired beastly thing was, but that was most likely a Prime. Only Primes start fights in the Nexus. Usually dumb ones. “I mean… The stormtroopers are right there.” He casually warned them, from very very afar.

Not like they ventured too far from their beloved little verse with the Emperor and all that other fun stuff. Arin knew the actual party happened about 5 floors down and it was a waste of space to have such gorgeous buildings towering over the rift-raft as if mocking them with your own glorious life. It will be absolutely tragic when the castle falls around them in beautiful chunks and their diamond necklaces become enslavement collars. The orks will have their fun…

Arin’s eyes lifted, and if anyone was looking at his face they would see the chaotic idea form perfectly in his mind.

He smiled.

“I think I am needed elsewhere in Coruscant…” He said, to no one in particular. Monologuing was a core quality in bad guys, after all. He pulled the chained blade from his pocket and began to twirl it like a pocket watch as he stood onto his feet again walked towards the high tech verse’ gate. “I think I remember a rumor of some prime with a pack of stormtroopers running around in the lower tiers trying to earn brownie points from his new master… I wonder how true the stories are, and how attached to his friends he is…”

The journey with the Gorons had been...enlightening, to say the least of it. Many days, in a landscape that seemed entirely too happy to leave whatever tried to make a living upon it into charred husks and blanket them in a tomb of ash and freshly-vomited molten earth. The hardy creatures he had journeyed with, seemingly made of literal organic rock, had been wellsprings of useful information about it...they had been wellsprings of information about it, once he had earned their trust.

Not a small task, but after trekking across the blasted lands and helping avert many unpleasant encounters with the local wildlife, among other tasks, he had slowly wormed his way into gaining a place among them. The grudging tolerance gradually gave way to acceptance, and then lost all traces of its former hostility and suspicion. Anyone who would walk with them, with no real reason other than professed gratitude for shelter at an inopportune time for traveling, couldn't be all bad.

The poor, deluded little creatures...rocks for brains, they must have had. So easy to slip right in among them, and gain a steady source of reliable information, and shelter, if he should ever return to that ashen wasteland again.

Upon reaching their destination, they had been quick to joyously set up their dwellings again. In an underground cavern this time, where it was much cooler and there was abundant water from an underground river that burst through a wall. It formed a broad, shallow pool, draining through cracks in a shadowy wall far off. The entire affair was lit surprisingly well by growths of crystal jutting from the walls and ceiling overhead, glowing in hues of green and blue. It gave the place an eerie glow, especially when the deep red blaze of Goron lanterns was introduced to the fray.

A day of rest and recovery passed, before the Umbrella executive decided it was time to continue on his road. He took ample time to collect and store his gathered notes and information, memorizing and deleting what he could. The less of it he actively carried, the less of it he could lose in the event of some unforeseen strike of chaos. His supplies and equipment were seen to next, repairing his attire and procuring a fresh set for when he had exited this gods-forsaken volcano-scape. Finally, it came time for directions: back to the gate he had used to arrive here in the first place.

Directions were hard to come by, with such an indistinct horizon to follow, as the Gorons told him. But they provided him with an item that should be of assistance. A compass, of sturdy Goron manufacture. Calibrated and tweaked to hold steady and true, even in this chaotic landscape. The constant upheavals of land and rearrangement of subtle magnetic fields wouldn't disturb it. It was honed in to always point toward Death Mountain; at one point because it had been their home, now because it was a place to avoid at all costs. That, and...it was still a good landmark.

With the needle pointing toward Death Mountain assuming North, the gate back to the Nexus would be South-Southwest.

Those directions firmly in mind, he departed from the company of the burly boulder people, taking with him only the compass he'd been given and a single other item; a trophy, fashioned from a drake's skull. Somewhat ostentatious and...morbid, but it was an amusing specimen to have, given what his original plans had been. He would find a purpose for it, that was of no doubt.

The trek toward the gate was...as unpleasant as going anywhere else among the lava fields were. Countless hours, which stretched into a day and more, of frantic scrambling and marching over the blackened, cracked world. A huge fissure in the earth presented an irritatingly massive obstacle, taking nearly a full day to manage getting around it. Beyond there, the journey to the gate was uneventful, aside from its pervasive unpleasantness.

Leaving the Ashen Steppes behind him and returning to the blank expanse of the Nexus was a breath of fresh air -- literally as well as figuratively. Several minutes were simply spent relishing in the far more bearable temperature, before beginning the process of summoning another vehicle to get them underway, and offer some privacy so that he could begin changing into his newly-repaired uniform. Much more sturdy and suited to traveling and field work, this time. His usual suit and formal wear would need to wait until he had a place better suited to long-term habitation and settling into.

"So tell me, boss...where exactly are we headed to now?" The voice of Agent HUNK snapped the despoiled god out of his wandering thoughts and back to the present. "Hopefully somewhere less face-meltingly awful. I'd like to leave the lava to the cheesy movie deathtraps and ancient temples."

"Perhaps we should simple choose the most foreboding exit from this...Nexus," Wesker mused, carefully cleaning the dust and lingering ash from his sunglasses. "...see what fresh new adventure it will lead us to."

"Actively go looking for trouble," HUNK stated dryly. "There's no way that could go wrong."

"Well, I suppose we'll just have to see, won't we?" There was a faint smile on the face of the crazed would-be-deity as he slowly slid his shades into place over his eyes. "Maybe if we actively look for trouble, we'll find something much less life-threatening, hmm?"

"...yeah. Maybe." The security officer's tone spoke volumes about his thoughts on the subject, as he directed the summoned conveyance at a pace somewhere just below 'as fast as it could physically go' through the Nexus, cutting a path right toward the absolute shittiest of the gates he could make out. Old stone, all worn out and depressed looking; covered in moss and unnatural growths of plant-life in colors too dark, dead and gray to ever be natural. Aside from the one busy looking like the devil's smoking pipe, it seemed the most likely to ratchet the 'this sucks' dial up the highest.

Her death had been a complete accident. Banshee Two’s left engine had thrown a reactor turbine blade which got shredded on it's way out of the exhaust port, spewing out shrapnel aimed at Annabelle’s cockpit. The metal shards pierced the nose of her plane and peppered her body, tearing up her internal organs. The flight suit did what it could to staunch the heavy bleeding, but within a matter of seconds the brunette fighter pilot had had her helmet off and was coughing blood all over her instruments. Luckily, as Banshee Two ditched into the drink below, Annabelle was next in line for landing clearance aboard the Ferros, the super carrier they were stationed out of.

Emergency crews were already on their way to rescuing her wingman and despite the pleas of the tower and her remaining two wingmen, Anna couldn’t respond. It was taking everything she had to stay awake despite her massive blood loss. Flicking the switch to lower the tail hook she throttled back and followed the guide lights for a landing. Her plane came down hard, crushing the rear landing gear, but catching the tow cable. Pulling back on the throttle and slamming the cockpit emergency release so that the canopy shot off with her last breath, Annabelle passed out. The medical team didn’t reach her in time. She drowned on two punctured lungs that had overflowed with blood from the internal injuries she had sustained.

A veteran of the Diablo War and multiple skirmishes with enemies of the Empire, Captain Annabelle November Terra was pronounced dead on the carrier deck of the Ferros in a pool of her own blood. Banshee squad was pulled from active duty and put on standby while an investigation into her death was done. Imperial Flight Command thought it best not to inform Nova of her sister’s tragic demise. 

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.”

I've thought of this for a while, and decided that I needed to suggest it. I've thought of two items that would make the RP more interesting. One is a more powerful healing item, and the second is a ressurection type item that you could spend OM on. What do you all think of that idea? It's something I thought of in the past, but then realized would be insanely useful today.