06-30-2017, 12:50 AM
"Well actually, motherfucker," the clown begins, the ghost of a smile forming on his painted face, "I feels like I can shock whichever whomever I wants to. I've been told I have an electrifying personality."
God Enel has a look on his face that speaks volumes of annoyance. "Did you just pun at me?"
"Nah, God Anal, that's the intro to my new movie, The Sonorous Gamzee Part Two: Electric Boogaloo," he chimes.
What? Okay, that one didn't even make any sense. And what was that about anal?
"Get ready, Anal, you're in for a shock!" Gamzee snickers, twirling his clubs with a flourish.
Did he just fucking... Alright, that's enough of this buffoonery. The Lightning God points at his opponent, his index finger crackling.
"Huh. That wasn't the finger I was expecti-"
*BRRRRZZZZZZZZT*
A pin sized sliver of lightning connects with Gamzee's forehead, sending a reverberating electrical current bouncing around his insides. Enel holds the connection for a few moments with a bored look on his face, his victim's body jittering and glittering. Letting out a humongous yawn, the god finally severs the current. The fool crumples immediately, first to his knees and then to the white floor.
Well, that was anticlimactic.
"Disappointing. Pathetic. Downright lame! These are all words that I can and will use to describe in excruciating detail how I killed you to that insipid asshole Strazio Rockwell," Enel hisses, "that is to say if there's anything left of him."
Gamzee's hands twitch, clenching ever so slightly.
"That's right, you fucking fool. I imagine by now my allies have already torn your piece of shit friend apart. That's what you get for associating with delinquents. He was already a walking corpse, they were doing the boy a service at this point," The Lightning Man spits, turning his back on the fool. Now, how in the hell was he supposed to get out of this device Batman created? Bats certainly didn't leave an instruction manual.
*clicktink*
Hm? What was th-
Oh. Oh dear.
A small metal canister rolls right into the god's feet. Enel's mantra kicks in a second too late, and his entire world is engulfed in white and the ringing my god the ringing and the spinning everything was spinning and-
Gamzee roars, my God how he roars. It's a guttural, terrible sound, something that would be associated with monsters as opposed to mere men and mortals. He rushes Enel, wrapping his ashen arms around the god's waist. Enel tries to shock the bastard on contact but is so disorientated he barely emits the voltage of a joy buzzer.
The Bard of Rage, however, never underperforms.
The smell of ozone floods their nostrils as violet lightning sparks to life in the very air around them and Gamzee releases the pent up rage energy in an electrical discharge. It scorches both of their bodies as the purple explosion envelopes the two fighters, the blast leaving black burn marks in a corona on the white floor. Before his opponent can shake off the haze and daze of this combined attack, the High-Blood lifts his opponent up and over in a suplex, the god's collarbone colliding with the charred ground.
*CRACK*
Mmm! Yes, Gamzee felt that one. He motherfucking loved it, he savored it. He uses this momentum to roll over Enel's contorted body and jump high into the air, not daring to let go of his enemy's waist. As the Rage energy threatens to boil over, Gamzee slams the pompous god into another vicious piledriver. Upon contact with the verse's floor, a violently fruity explosion consumes the both of them in a glorious display, a mushroom of rainbow colored smoke visible for miles on end.
When the multi-colored dust clears, Gamzee is standing over a heap of a prime called Anal, strands of wispy rainbow curling off both their bodies. The clown's breathing comes in hoarse rasps, straight from his mouth. The previously blank page of the iso-verse now looked as though it hosted a massive neon paint rave, dustings of every color imaginable coating the ground.
"Get up!" Gamzee screams, purple spittle flying from his mouth. He aims a swift kick - with his good leg this time, mind you - at his prey's midsection, sending him rolling across the verse a few yards.
"I'm gonna create a beautiful picture out of this canvas here," the clown bellows, jabbing a finger down at the floor, "your blasphemous blood will be my miraculous fingerpaints, peasant lookin' motherfucker!"
"How dare you!" Enel screeches at the neanderthal, "Is this a fucking joke!?"
"There ain't no more jokes to be had, pretendin' pretentious chump. All that's left is the games, motherfucker," Gamzee laughs and laughs, the sordid sound ringing off the endless void of the iso-verse, "Welcome to the dark carnival!"
God Enel has a look on his face that speaks volumes of annoyance. "Did you just pun at me?"
"Nah, God Anal, that's the intro to my new movie, The Sonorous Gamzee Part Two: Electric Boogaloo," he chimes.
What? Okay, that one didn't even make any sense. And what was that about anal?
"Get ready, Anal, you're in for a shock!" Gamzee snickers, twirling his clubs with a flourish.
Did he just fucking... Alright, that's enough of this buffoonery. The Lightning God points at his opponent, his index finger crackling.
"Huh. That wasn't the finger I was expecti-"
*BRRRRZZZZZZZZT*
A pin sized sliver of lightning connects with Gamzee's forehead, sending a reverberating electrical current bouncing around his insides. Enel holds the connection for a few moments with a bored look on his face, his victim's body jittering and glittering. Letting out a humongous yawn, the god finally severs the current. The fool crumples immediately, first to his knees and then to the white floor.
Well, that was anticlimactic.
"Disappointing. Pathetic. Downright lame! These are all words that I can and will use to describe in excruciating detail how I killed you to that insipid asshole Strazio Rockwell," Enel hisses, "that is to say if there's anything left of him."
Gamzee's hands twitch, clenching ever so slightly.
"That's right, you fucking fool. I imagine by now my allies have already torn your piece of shit friend apart. That's what you get for associating with delinquents. He was already a walking corpse, they were doing the boy a service at this point," The Lightning Man spits, turning his back on the fool. Now, how in the hell was he supposed to get out of this device Batman created? Bats certainly didn't leave an instruction manual.
*clicktink*
Hm? What was th-
Oh. Oh dear.
A small metal canister rolls right into the god's feet. Enel's mantra kicks in a second too late, and his entire world is engulfed in white and the ringing my god the ringing and the spinning everything was spinning and-
Gamzee roars, my God how he roars. It's a guttural, terrible sound, something that would be associated with monsters as opposed to mere men and mortals. He rushes Enel, wrapping his ashen arms around the god's waist. Enel tries to shock the bastard on contact but is so disorientated he barely emits the voltage of a joy buzzer.
The Bard of Rage, however, never underperforms.
The smell of ozone floods their nostrils as violet lightning sparks to life in the very air around them and Gamzee releases the pent up rage energy in an electrical discharge. It scorches both of their bodies as the purple explosion envelopes the two fighters, the blast leaving black burn marks in a corona on the white floor. Before his opponent can shake off the haze and daze of this combined attack, the High-Blood lifts his opponent up and over in a suplex, the god's collarbone colliding with the charred ground.
*CRACK*
Mmm! Yes, Gamzee felt that one. He motherfucking loved it, he savored it. He uses this momentum to roll over Enel's contorted body and jump high into the air, not daring to let go of his enemy's waist. As the Rage energy threatens to boil over, Gamzee slams the pompous god into another vicious piledriver. Upon contact with the verse's floor, a violently fruity explosion consumes the both of them in a glorious display, a mushroom of rainbow colored smoke visible for miles on end.
When the multi-colored dust clears, Gamzee is standing over a heap of a prime called Anal, strands of wispy rainbow curling off both their bodies. The clown's breathing comes in hoarse rasps, straight from his mouth. The previously blank page of the iso-verse now looked as though it hosted a massive neon paint rave, dustings of every color imaginable coating the ground.
"Get up!" Gamzee screams, purple spittle flying from his mouth. He aims a swift kick - with his good leg this time, mind you - at his prey's midsection, sending him rolling across the verse a few yards.
"I'm gonna create a beautiful picture out of this canvas here," the clown bellows, jabbing a finger down at the floor, "your blasphemous blood will be my miraculous fingerpaints, peasant lookin' motherfucker!"
"How dare you!" Enel screeches at the neanderthal, "Is this a fucking joke!?"
"There ain't no more jokes to be had, pretendin' pretentious chump. All that's left is the games, motherfucker," Gamzee laughs and laughs, the sordid sound ringing off the endless void of the iso-verse, "Welcome to the dark carnival!"
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Gamzee used a flashbang.
Gamzee went Sober, a T1 Power-Up new stats are as follows.
ATK: 4 + 2 = 6
DEF: 3 + 0 = 3
SPD: 3 + 1 = 4
TEC: 2 + 2 = 4
He will remain in this state until the end of the battle. That's two more posts counting this one so that's 3 SP
He also used T1 SuperMove Super Atomic Double Juggalo Backbreaker. Enel could not defend due to the effects of the flashbang and not having any defensive supermoves. Thats 4 SP
Current SP stands at 0/4
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