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Post by Deleted on Oct 20, 2017 11:53:59 GMT -5
Meh I just wonder if my characters can Burn  . |
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Post by Malefio on Oct 20, 2017 12:08:08 GMT -5
All I can say is that I feel like Wave 3 will cause a lot of arguing...
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Post by Bloodmancer on Oct 20, 2017 12:12:42 GMT -5
All I can say is that I feel like Wave 3 will cause a lot of arguing... Ah shit. Are our characters going to be randomly mixed into waves? |
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Post by Malefio on Oct 20, 2017 12:14:12 GMT -5
All I can say is that I feel like Wave 3 will cause a lot of arguing... Ah shit. Are our characters going to be randomly mixed into waves? Did you read the first post? Your first character goes in wave 1, second in 2, third in 3. 3 waves of 10, 2 survivors of each waves go to the finale. |
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Post by Bloodmancer on Oct 20, 2017 12:21:24 GMT -5
Ah shit. Are our characters going to be randomly mixed into waves? Did you read the first post? Your first character goes in wave 1, second in 2, third in 3. 3 waves of 10, 2 survivors of each waves go to the finale. I did but I didn't remember it. |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 20, 2017 13:18:18 GMT -5
Oh and guys we need more votes for King Boo as host
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Post by CMPunkCMPunk on Oct 21, 2017 0:16:12 GMT -5
The reason I'm excited for this is because I'm super hype to write these characters again. They're not just strong, but my favorites. Even without the majority of their resources, I will have an incredible time revisiting all three of these blasts from the past whom I have such fond memories of. It's a great prelude to the actual conclusion as well.
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Post by CMPunkCMPunk on Oct 21, 2017 0:18:16 GMT -5
Oh and guys we need more votes for King Boo as host Here's my vote: A commentary panel featuring CMPunkCMPunk (heel commentary), Malefio (babyface commentary), and a rotating slot for people like King Boo, Pixy, and other characters played by whoever wants to come in and say a bit. It would be fun and keep us all engaged. |
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Post by Malefio on Oct 23, 2017 11:37:10 GMT -5
---Introduction---
Through the vast void of space, a unique spaceship was strolling the stars. This giant ship made of bones was able to fly thanks to it's owner's magic. That individual was named Malefio. He was a skeletal mage, master of many magic, but specialized in ice and necromancy.
Malefio was strolling through space, in search of the next subject of his researches. He had to occupy his immortal life after all. Suddenly, yellow eyes appeared out of thin air, in space. Malefio could see them through the cockpit. He knew very well who that was... Or more what it was. This was a communication spell, from the witch known as Jargas. An evil woman capable of manipulating reality itself. The terrifying gaze appearing in front of him was bad news.
"Jargas... What unfortunate event led to you contacting me..."
"I've found a black hole."
"I know you love those, but where should I care?"
"It leads to Vitcon. I heard you like that place."
"Oh... What did you do?"
"I paid a visit to this place... It's actually an amalgamation of worlds."
"I know... I went in some of them."
"I became aware of the Death Gauntlet. Thought watching these worlds beat up each other coule be fun."
"And if they refuse?"
"They have already accepted. I showed them I can absorb black holes. They know I can destroy Vitcon. They know they have no choice."
"What do you want from me?"
"You'll be the host of the Gauntlet. I know you're impartial."
"Fine... I won't have you destroy Vitcon. Does the Special Terran Force knows about this?"
"No. The Zlakapovskys do though."
"Great... I assume you'll be nowhere to be found?"
"There's many worlds in there, I'm not gonna risk showing myself to someone more powerful than me."
"Send me the coordinates..."
While Malefio made his way to the floating arena, the audience and fighters were already waiting for the Gauntlet to begin.
(You can now roleplay as audience members using some of your characters. Your fighters can also be amongst the audience right now if you want. The Gauntlet will begin when I get home.)
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Post by Bloodmancer on Oct 23, 2017 12:05:31 GMT -5
Bolt can be seen in the audience, along with Lok'tar.
"I'm quite curious to see what the competitors will look like. I used to be a warlord myself. The world has changed greatly in my absence. It seems as if The Wars are no more..." Bolt takes a moment to contemplate things.
"Either way, it will be quite a project, to observe these strange creatures..."
The scraps of skin hanging off of Lok'tars face flutter in the wind as he rubs at the bare skull in the back of his head. "I will find the ones who fail... in Hell."
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Post by Ultra on Oct 23, 2017 12:46:18 GMT -5
Various Ultrawing Characters can be seen, However a Few Stand out. Most Notably a Muscular Koppait Wearing Nothing but a Pair of Manly Ripped Shorts. along with a Space Suit's Helmet. "I Want to Know when the Fighting is going to Begin or I, Saxton hale, Will send a Letter to your Parents Saying that You don't Exist!"
Next to Saxton Hale is a guy wearing Purple Armor "Calm Down Mister Hale, it's going to begin shortly, more importantly, why are you here?"
Saxton Looked at the Purple guy "it's Simple Arthur. it's for Multiple Reasons, 1, To get some Business Deals and Customers, the other reason is a Secret"
A Guy Wearing a Grey Business Suit Then Starts Talking to Hale Something about him being A Barbarian.
Moving from Hale and into the Dark Part of the Audience Area is a Certain Dark Knight and his Note Beast, it looks like they are waiting for the Fight to begin. the Knight Leaves the Audience area with his Note Beast Following.
Finally there is a Certain Novakid along with the Stock Silent Mike, appearing to behaving a conversation about the Upcoming Fights.
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Post by CMPunkCMPunk on Oct 23, 2017 14:29:02 GMT -5
Many characters from Gates, Super Robot Wars W-E, and One Day in Murderworld are also present. They fill up the stands quite well, talking amongst themselves and generally causing no trouble. It's all very exciting for them, even those with access to space travel and little emotional connection to Vitcon.
"I can't believe how many incredible guys we're going to get to see! This'll be way cooler than our local indie show!" A skinny teen with a large single tuft of brown hair at the front of his head smiled smugly, arms across his chest as took his seat.
"Actually, Lars..." A tubby little boy with a big yellow star on his pink shirt tapped the teen's shoulder and said, "I heard this isn't going to just be an assortment of amazing guys. The word on 'da streetz' was that Tiger Millionaire is going to be an entrant!" Stars appeared in his eyes as he said this, and fired a fake 'gun' with his index finger and thumb.
"Where'd you hear that, Steven? I didn't even bring my signs or anything for him! Oh man, he'll murder all the rest of these bozos! Tiger's like eight feet tall and packed with muscle! Well, and a little chub, but that's okay!" The older boy was rubbing his hands together in complete excitement.
"Can't reveal my sources! Garnet would stare disapprovingly. So disapprovingly..." Steven Universe trailed off, chuckling. On the other hand, the skinny Latina girl and short, stubby white woman next to them just stared at the pair of boys, wondering if they really were that dumb.
On the other hand, in the front row a quad of 'young women' were congregated. They were all in gorgeous party girl dresses, except for one who was clad in classic witch gear - a black dress, and a witches hat. One was playing an illegal Chinese copy of Mario Odyssey, one was looking sexy and green in an even shorter dress than the others, and the fourth... Well, do you remember her? I wonder if you even do after all this time. I might have a benefit for you if you do.
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Post by Just14 on Oct 23, 2017 15:19:06 GMT -5
Vince sits, watching. He takes a deep drink from his mug. His eyes focus in on the arena. They narrow slightly. Only a single question lingers on his tongue. "How did they get these idiots to agree to a death match?"
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Post by Malefio on Oct 23, 2017 15:44:53 GMT -5
As the audience takes seats, some commotion is happening. Some green humanoid creatures with 2 horns are transporting 2 individuals inside some kind of plasma containment bubbles. One of them is some brownish demon, the other one is Bowser.
Namo: "I am the Great Demon of Fighting. You can't keep me from signing up!"
UltimateBowser: "What do you mean sign-ups are full? There's a limit of how many people fights for Vitcon?"
The creatures responds in another language no one understands, throwing Namo and Bowser out of the Arena.
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Post by CMPunkCMPunk on Oct 23, 2017 15:50:20 GMT -5
Backstage, a cute short-haired kid of indeterminate brown ethnicity was rocking out, wireless headphones blasting music into his ears at full blast. He was moshing around in an empty corridor, smacking walls, and delivering punches and kicks to imaginary ninjas. Here and there, glances of a tall and slender multi-armed humanoid could be seen accompanying the young man's thrashing, appearing once in a while to gently guide his movements. After all, it was important to ensure that no walls were shattered on impact. The scene played out wordlessly, with the boy looking like he was 100% ready and 1000% hype to kick some serious ass. His Persona, on the other hand, was tougher to assess the state of.
Out in the crowd, a fairly tall small man in fine clothes and a glimmering golden crown held the hand of the woman he was with. She was cute and androgynous, if lacking in the curves that would typically be considered queenly. Obviously, neither of the two cared, as they shared a brief kiss. It would be a hell of a show, and after all they'd been through the pair felt they deserved a bit of violent entertainment. "Drinks all around!" he said, motioning for his servants to start serving large tankards of Goron Ale to any who would care for it. Life was good, but only if you either won or lived. Tyrion Lannister happened to be excellent at both of these.
Still approaching the venue, a huge airship featuring big honkin' wings and a metal mask on the front loomed. Its passengers were equally ready, in their own way...
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