(07-09-2017, 10:30 PM)Sarah Kerrigan Wrote: Someone refind that Okor post, quick!

I'd post something of my own here but I don't think I've written anything good enough to quote >.<

Quote:The cop's face had a ghoulish pallor and his eyes seemed a thousand miles away. With a hateful scowl, he spoke to the other three fighters, to Karl, and every voyeuristic viewer watching from the safety of home. “I spent a lifetime breathin’ the same filthy air as pimps and guidos, sharin’ a lung-full 'a smoke puffin’ off fatcats’ cigars and smelt the stinkin’ sweat rollin’ off a workin’ class man’s back. You two-bit comicbook geeks think ya know a thing or two about fightin’ it out…”

Dane could only choke and continue retching while the lawman monologued. Enel and Tearen hunkered within the billowing clouds and tried to cover their mouths, but the gas was all enveloping in the tight confines of the coliseum and utterly inescapable. 

Sergeant John Estes’ face had contorted into a mask of rage, and the ire, frustration and aspirations of the unwashed and forgotten masses of society seemed to emanate like a solid hateful aura from the advancing policeman. 

“I seen more spine, more purpose and drive from rice eatin’ peasants dying on some lonely killing field in 'Nam.  You feelin’ sick? Good!” he spat.

A wave of stomach churning vomit rolled through each of them and audible gags cut through the grey haze as if on queue.

“You all make ME sick, killin’ and smashin’ the teeth out of each other for fun.”

He brandished the heavy revolver, the anger of the ranting Mad Bull coalescing at its death-dealing end. “Here's to all the moms wastin’ away on a welfare check and babes hungry for a bottle while you costume clowns play Superman. Eat lead you bastards, and don't stop chewin’ till we see each other again in Hell!”

Quote:"I was created by a rogue AI named Ultron to destroy the peacekeeping organization known as the Avengers."

Hellboy smiled, a toothy grin. "Ha! So you're also intrinsically evil, right?"

"Not anymore," Vision scowled. "I have since been reprogrammed multiple times, particularly to be an Avenger."

Hellboy shrugged. "If you're such a human, you should know by now. You don't need to be a computer to be reprogrammed."

Quote:Agent Ironheart struggled further against his bonds. In the process, the chain-link fence behind them seemed to bend slightly, making a large bowl surrounding the soldier. The metal seemed to quiver spontaneously, but Ironheart’s brow was furrowed in concentration, an expression he had once seen on the face of...

“Expletive censored,” the Vision muttered.

Quote:The room had gone quiet. A feud between the two female parties had begun and Sage growing frustrated; which was unusual for her. Beatrix narrowed her eyes, her pink irises slowly starting to glow. Wisps of pink mist began to vent from her figure as she too readied her energy; her goal wasn't to scare the valium addict so much as to assert that she meant business as well. Unbeknownst to Sage the demonic female had only dismissed it for the sake of situation. 

"Yes! That's why I'm upset!" Roared the valium addict. She was seething with confusion, which in turn was feeding her frustration. 

Vad was watching his wife with intent. He knew why she was able to control the grief she had gone through. Three things; Experience, Love, and the desire to overcome it no matter the cost. James moved to offer his opinion, but Trixie quickly shut him up silently lest he make things worse. 

"Don't tell her, Trix. This isn't the time or place to reveal that. Your past is not important at the moment. Your birth parents are not going to solve anything. Just let her be for the moment. Please." Ordered the Saiyan soldier, but with an easy tone. 

Mistress Zulenka relaxed her energy and exhaled deeply in a long and relieved sigh. She felt her emotional state slightly crumble, her equilibrium being disrupted by old emotions. Vad took her hand and pulled her into his lap. A stream of silent tears flowed down the woman's cheeks. She lowered her head and rested it against her husband's neck, her red and black locks partially covering her distressed face. Sage was instantly calmed upon seeing the normally spunky female with tears in her eyes. 

Vad stood up, his wife in arms. His pupils dilated and he lost himself in the stress of the situation; only this time he released it in a constructive way, so to speak. Starting with a low growl he tried to resist the urge to scream, but the adrenaline was already flowing and the anger swelled within him forcing his mind into a rushed state. His nerve endings became jumpy making it harder to restrain the urge to unleash his stress upon the room. 

Endorphins raced throughout his body as he let out a war cry like scream that nearly deafened those in the room. Cain jumped in his skin, James covered his ears, Charles shot up from his cot, Trafford coughed upon inhaling on a cigarette, Sage flinched, and Shou covered his ears as well. A gentle kiss upon his cheek ended the rampage mid scream, almost as if her touch had a therapeutic calming. Trixie moved her hand to his right cheek and kissed him once again. 

"Relax. We'll figure this out, and...and I'm fine. Just a mishap is all." The mistress said, her voice trembling slightly, but soothing all the same. 

Sage began to tremble as well, a rush of guilt invading her consciousness. Letting his wife to her feet the Saiyan moved to the elevator. Pushing Trafford aside he pushed the button. 

"What are you doing!?" Shouted Cain.

Beatrix stood looking at her husband, who had his back turned to her. 

"I'm tired of this shit. If I'm going to die, I'm taking as many as those fuckers with me. I'm not sitting here holed up in a concrete prison waiting. It isn't my goal in life." The man retorted. 

James turned to Trixie who was staring at her husband. He was now facing the room, his right arm holding the elevator door back; his gaze fixated on his wife's eyes. 

"Stop him! Talk to him! Do something to keep him from going to his death!" Pleaded the retired assassin.

Doing exactly the opposite, she joined him in the elevator. 

"We're going to distract them. Do whatever you need and good luck. We'll see you on the other side. Wherever that may be." Beatrix stated calmly. 

Sage was in tears as the elevator door shut. 

(07-09-2017, 10:32 PM)Gildarts Wrote:

(07-09-2017, 10:30 PM)Sarah Kerrigan Wrote: Someone refind that Okor post, quick!

I'd post something of my own here but I don't think I've written anything good enough to quote >.<

Maybe opt for something unique or notable- dialogue ?

Quote:”You all think this is about you. That your… hatreds matter more than others, that your rage burns brighter than any other. That standing up to us makes you champions, figures of... Legend.” A snort of laughter broke the solemnity, the warrior no longer able to contain his mirth. ”I know I am but a pawn, a game piece of the gods. In the end, I’m nothing more than a… corpse, yet to drop.”

Omnillium turned into rusted iron, a wickedly twisted blade scything towards the paused Strazio, a throat-tearing motion used upon battlefields and altars over the aeons.

”Pawn takes king.”

(07-10-2017, 01:21 AM)MADBULL34 Wrote: I thought my final lines from DA were pretty good:

Quote:The cop's face had a ghoulish pallor and his eyes seemed a thousand miles away. With a hateful scowl, he spoke to the other three fighters, to Karl, and every voyeuristic viewer watching from the safety of home. “I spent a lifetime breathin’ the same filthy air as pimps and guidos, sharin’ a lung-full 'a smoke puffin’ off fatcats’ cigars and smelt the stinkin’ sweat rollin’ off a workin’ class man’s back. You two-bit comicbook geeks think ya know a thing or two about fightin’ it out…”

Dane could only choke and continue retching while the lawman monologued. Enel and Tearen hunkered within the billowing clouds and tried to cover their mouths, but the gas was all enveloping in the tight confines of the coliseum and utterly inescapable. 

Sergeant John Estes’ face had contorted into a mask of rage, and the ire, frustration and aspirations of the unwashed and forgotten masses of society seemed to emanate like a solid hateful aura from the advancing policeman. 

“I seen more spine, more purpose and drive from rice eatin’ peasants dying on some lonely killing field in 'Nam.  You feelin’ sick? Good!” he spat.

A wave of stomach churning vomit rolled through each of them and audible gags cut through the grey haze as if on queue.

“You all make ME sick, killin’ and smashin’ the teeth out of each other for fun.”

He brandished the heavy revolver, the anger of the ranting Mad Bull coalescing at its death-dealing end. “Here's to all the moms wastin’ away on a welfare check and babes hungry for a bottle while you costume clowns play Superman. Eat lead you bastards, and don't stop chewin’ till we see each other again in Hell!”

(07-10-2017, 02:01 AM)The Vision Wrote:

(07-09-2017, 10:32 PM)Gildarts Wrote:

(07-09-2017, 10:30 PM)Sarah Kerrigan Wrote: Someone refind that Okor post, quick!

I'd post something of my own here but I don't think I've written anything good enough to quote >.<

Maybe opt for something unique or notable- dialogue ?

Maybe she's talking about this.

Quote:”You all think this is about you. That your… hatreds matter more than others, that your rage burns brighter than any other. That standing up to us makes you champions, figures of... Legend.” A snort of laughter broke the solemnity, the warrior no longer able to contain his mirth. ”I know I am but a pawn, a game piece of the gods. In the end, I’m nothing more than a… corpse, yet to drop.”

Omnillium turned into rusted iron, a wickedly twisted blade scything towards the paused Strazio, a throat-tearing motion used upon battlefields and altars over the aeons.

”Pawn takes king.”

Quote:MADBULL34 wrote:
The shock-wave of the explosion rattles the dirt and splinters a nearby tree into a spray of wooden shrapnel.

(07-20-2017, 03:36 PM)Strazio Rockwell Wrote: From my fight with Gamzee.

Instead he braced for the attack, taking the entire brunt of the strike on his chest. His clavicle snapped and his ribs cracked, but he stood defiantly. Such a blow would slay a man, but Strazio was no man. No, he was the personification of pure rage, an avatar of anger. Strazio’s skin started to peel away, revealing a bright white figure underneath. His eyes filled with black and yellow.

The avatar’s grin disappeared and he spoke “you think you know rage?”

A roiling blast of destructive energy slammed into Gamzee’s chest sending him skidding away. Strazio’s body had been consumed by the burning energy. Every pain nerve flared to life and the mage gritted his teeth in acceptance of the agony. His hatred and fury far outweighed the pain of broken bones and bruised organs.

“You don’t know rage, you’re just a tourist with a temper,” Strazio fired a bolt of searing white energy at the troll and shouted “I live here!”

Quote:Although the impact was enough to knock some of the breath from his lungs, Shang kept his balance and his bearings, while his opponent was too battered to immediately press his advantage. Clipping the lightsaber inside his belt, the sorcerer pushed away from the wall.

The air around Shang Tsung’s body started to glow with green energy, and an unseen swirl of wind started to ruffle his tattered clothes and bloodied hair.

“Let’s get one thing straight,” the sorcerer muttered before rushing forward with a sudden burst of newfound speed and burying his knee into Strazio’s gut. The white-haired man let out a grunt as he was bent over the sorcerer’s limb by the impact. With a smile, Shang tilted his head closer to his opponent’s intact ear. “I really enjoy every bit of this.”

To punctuate his remark, the former monk smashed an elbow against the side of his adversary’s skull. With a sickening crack from a blow too strong to be coming from someone that winded, Strazio toppled over to the cobblestone street.

“Normally,” Shang hopped forward and buried a boot into Strazio’s gut. “I have to indulge in a little restraint in these situations.” The former monk swung back his boot and delivered a second swift kick that sent his foe skidding across the street. “…but not with you, Strazio Rockwell.”

As the masochist writhed on his side, he grabbed at the cobblestones with his good hand. Even as fresh jolts of pain crashed through his nervous system, his fingers tried to find something solid to grip and use as leverage to stand. A burst of marvelous energy exploded against the man’s chest with enough force to throw him backwards into a stone lamppost.

Shang, his body now glowing with translucent flames, stalked across the street. When he was within range, he scooped down and latched a hand around his opponent’s neck. “I don’t need to hold back with you.” To sell the point, Shang drove an open palm into his foe’s ribcage. “I can just let it all out.” A closed fist crashed into the side of the white-haired man’s skull. “Nine hundred years of anger, and you’re just a giant dumb sponge that doesn’t know when to stop.”

With a grunt, Shang hoisted Strazio up off the ground and onto his feet. Before the masochist could lash out with a fist or a jagged stump, the sorcerer slammed a pair of palms into his opponent’s chest, sending the other man crashing backwards through a window.

“We’re not finished!” Shang screamed, his ravaged body pulsing with all the fury of a star on the verge of blossoming into a super nova.