The Tournament: Redux

[Lore]

yeah i'm picturing his brain basically being a computer with universe h4x

Reread it, and yeah, pretty much, haha. Just try not to make it too overpowered; it's begging to be godmodded.

 

[Terywj [태리]]

Looks like Wrath did get something in. His character has been added, and expect the opening sequence to be posted tonight.

 

[#HBC | Ryker]

Haha, yeah, but this info will come in handy if we're matched up.

But in character, you would have no idea, so you're using outside the game information.

 

[Evil Eye]

I think he meant for writing reactions to Drall using telekinesis on her.

Though the fact that you can't write someone's reaction to an attack makes that kind of awkward because I have to cease doing things every time I use it, by that logic/rule...

 

[Terywj [태리]]

To address the double elimination: characters are basically in a losing situation when their fight is over (or dead, see the previous Tournament). So unless you want to have all the beaten up characters try and fight each other....they'd have to receive some sort of super-massive-giga-awesome medical attention in order to fight a second round.

Then again, looking over some of your character submissions, I guess that wouldn't be too out-worldly.

 

[DtJ Glyphmoney]

I'm willing to sacrifice a degree of realism (ha) in order to increase enjoyment for everyone.

I think we should discuss what degree of healing we'd all like

 

[Terywj [태리]]

Also, to address godmodding: I understand that most of your character's abilities are...well, to put it simply, extreme. Just play to the extent which fulfills your character's purpose / design, but do not take away from the fun of others / roleplaying (which is in essence what godmodding is anyways).

Honestly if we want double elimination I'll just throw in a mage who can fully restore health / abilities for each character after each fight. This wouldn't even have to be posted about during the actual roleplay, since we all know of it beforehand.

 

[Lore]

Wait... a mage won't fix mine.

Do it anyway for the laughs. Double elim is fine with me.

 

[Terywj [태리]]

Everyone except Werekill's character, then.

 

[DtJ Glyphmoney]

I'm sure we could just do like nano-bots or something

 

[Evil Eye]

Just add a super scifi scientist guy that fixes people up after they get killed/beat to hell

with yeah like nanomachines and crazy medical scanners and robosurgeons and ****

 

[#HBC | Ryker]

**** healing unless your character has an already established way to heal themselves. If you lose an arm, you lose an arm. If you die, then **** yeah, I get a bye in Loser's.

 

[Terywj [태리]]

**** healing unless your character has an already established way to heal themselves. If you lose an arm, you lose an arm. If you die, then **** yeah, I get a bye in Loser's.

 

[#HBC | Laundry]

Honestly if we want double elimination I'll just throw in a mage who can fully restore health / abilities for each character after each fight. This wouldn't even have to be posted about during the actual roleplay, since we all know of it beforehand.

or i could join

would that work?

 

[Terywj [태리]]

You have an hour to send me something.

 

[#HBC | Laundry]

Nearly done-ish.

 

[Terywj [태리]]

PM that to me within 30 minutes-ish.

Well I'll be. 12 slots. Expect an introductory post soon.

 

[DtJ Glyphmoney]

MANY SOONSlLATER

 

[Terywj [태리]]

OoC: Let's get started then. If you are not participating, I'll kindly ask you to GTFO simply watch and enjoy.

A young man was back in Ahkalda a year later, back to visit after successfully winning a new tradition of arena battling. The city's growth impressed him, from villages to apartment complexes, from farms to power plants, and the infamous tournament held at the coliseum was very much responsible for the popularity and growth. As he passed by a local streetmarket, a flier caught his attention: "The Second Coming Of The Famous Tournament! See Coliseum Staff for details!" A smile lit his face, and Terywj Zero started heading towards the Coliseum.

 

[DtJ Glyphmoney]

Bed Springsteen rolled into town from the distance, wheels squeaking excitedly. He knew that this was the time that had been foretold. The time that he, and those around them, would answer a calling for something greater.

 

[DtJ Glyphmoney]

He also did some sweet doughnuts outside

 

[#HBC | Ryker]

Johnny sat at the prow of his mighty ship, the Paradox. He looked around him as time space slipped by the ship as it traveled the time stream. He picked out scattered images of eras gone by and eons to come, remembering as he did so, the many times he had anchored his ship to a time in order to leave his mark on history yet again. He was Captain Johnny Tealbeard, the scourge of the time stream, and this time, he had set his eyes on a title of fame so that all those for years to come would yet again remember his name. He adjusted his hat and turned his back to the prow, revealing a grin that the crew knew all too well meant that he had a plan.

"Aye lads, today be the day that I add a new title to my repertoire. Anchor the ship and ready the transporter."

The crew scrambled to make the necessary preparations as the Captain walked to his quarters. Once he arrived, he looked to the wall where there were two sharks mounted. One was half machine and one was a monstrous beast. However, unlike most things you would find mounted to a wall, these were alive.

"There are my boys!" the captain exclaimed as he strapped on his trusted companions, "I hope you're hungry because today be the day I let ye out again."

In a few short minutes, Johnny was ready. He left his first mate in charge and left for the Transporter. The crewman accompanied him pressed a series of buttons in quick succession and the dreaded pirate phased off the ship and into time-space. He found himself comfortably leaning against the large coliseum where he promptly lit a cigar and stood to mull over his victory speech for when he had, inevitably, won.

"I guess it was just my time to shine. Yar har har!"

 

[DtJ Glyphmoney]

Bed's springs groan at the painful pun

 

[DtJ S2n]

The number 5 bus was pulling to it's last stop. The bus creaked and hissed, steam emerged from the bottom of the vehicle. Comfort Man wiped the sweat off his brow as he stepped off the bus, feeling his arch-nemesis, the Sun, already challenging him to an endless struggle of staying cool. That would have to wait, sun. This was the city shown in the brochure. Keeping cool in the heat of battle in this scorched town would be his greatest challenge yet.

As he passed a local Starbucks, a flier caught his attention. It was a indy news pamphlet, talking about some new dance club called the "Coliseum." What a cool sounding joint. But then Comfort Man saw a beacon of light and noticed the large Colosseum across the street. He looked left. Then right. Then left once more. Before anyone even knew it, he was across the street. He was at his destination. Looking around, he saw a rather shady character smoking a cigar with what he presumed was his two lackeys. Comfortman suddenly felt an urge to get out of this bad part of town before that shady character tried to sell him a fake watch. Nonetheless, he rolled up his sleeves, took a deep breath for confidence, briefly fiddled with his hair and rang the doorbell. He promptly rolled his sleeves back down before anyone noticed how silly he looked. Now... he just had to wait.

 

[Terywj [태리]]

Terywj approached the outskirts of the Coliseum. "What an odd bunch", he thought to himself. Just like last time, there was going to be something interesting going on after all. Tery played with a tiny flame as he waited for other possible combatants to arrive.

 

[DtJ Glyphmoney]

Bed approached the man with the rolled up sleeve, facing him so that the comatose man's lifeless eyes were peering awkwardly into his soul.

You can tell that Bed wanted to communicate with him.

 

[#HBC | Red Ryu]

Walking into town the Walking Catcus came in to come and compete. He looked around for what looked like the coliseum and sure enough he could see it from a distance. He walked on into town and headed for the area around the coliseum.

Treasure, Fortune, all of these things were on his mind. And learning some new weapon techniques.

 

[DtJ S2n]

"What's wrong, good sir? Is... is there a problem with my attire?"

There was no response in the verbal sense. But as the man on the bed stared at him, there was a moment they could see deep into each others souls. In his eyes, he saw the man's burning passion for his work, his love for his adopted dolphins, and his desire for a fair world. An emotion Comfort Man had never felt before welled up in his stomach... and he felt it was mutual. Was... was this love? Is it right for Comfort Man to even be able to love such a man? Comfort Man was struck with an extreme moral dilemma. He began to sweat and fantasize how many wouldn't accept his decision, how people would stop liking him for who he is. He began gasping for air as he saw him in the future, being beaten by a violent mob for this feeling...

Comfort Man was then struck with the shock of a thousand plot twists. He realized the bedded man was in fact looking at his attire. And that's when it hit him... this man must be a fashionista. Yes... that close cropped hair, that extremely stylish bed, that smug look on his face! This man was must have been admiring his extremely stylish outfit, custom tailored for him in the foreign lands of Americ!. Comfort Man felt a sense of appreciation, and went to shake the mans hand... and that's when he noticed the walking cactus. Comfort Man took this as a cue to give a nervous chuckle, retract his hand, and to slowly make his way to the far side of the crowd. How embarrassing this was...

He hated to admit it, but cacti just plain freaked him out.

 

[DtJ Glyphmoney]

Bed's wheels spun with unbridled fury, overcome with jealousy for Comfort Man's admiration for his passenger

 

[DtJ Jungle]

The large MH-53 chopper was making it's landing a ways from the Coliseum. It touched ground, Private Orifice jumped out of the helicopter, and it proceeded to take off and fly away. Orifice began to march towards the Coliseum, and on his way noticed several unique individuals. He notes that the enemy ranges from one of them god damn japs, to a crazy man in a hospital bed. This was a different type of war. He knew what must be done.

 

[DtJ Glyphmoney]

Bed rolled over to this soldier and parked right in front of him.

You could tell he didn't trust this man of war, and probably was going to move in front of him awkwardly so he couldn't go by indefinitely.

 

[#HBC | Ryker]

"Finally, it seems another entrant has gotten here."

Johnny, walked over near Tery and spoke in a casual tone, "Ahoy lass, I take it you're on the kitchen staff here. What can you tell me about the military man who's just arrived? Oh, and Reginald would like you to know that he's getting a little tired of seafood if that's what's on the menu."

 

[#HBC | Red Ryu]

The cactus man looked around to see who was about. He was interested in seeing who everyone was around the area. Some of them might be competitors. If so it would be good of him to see who they all were and get an idea of what he was in store for.

He notice a man in a bed. He was interested in that, but all why the bed had hair seemingly growing from it. It was a sight he had never seen before.

He turned to see a pirate approach the area.

Everyone was from all sorts of regions and seemingly all completely different. What was in store for him was something even he didn't know.

 

[Terywj [태리]]

Tery looked at the pirate a little awkwardly. "Sorry, mate, but I don't work here. And like you, I don't know really know anything about anyone else who's gathering here either. I was here last year, and participated in the first tournament. The name is Tery, it's a pleasure to meet you."

A few families and people started to dot outside the Coliseum, excited to see what this year's tournament would bring into the mix.

 

[DtJ Glyphmoney]

Bed continued to block the soldier's path, occasionally bumping his shins with his hard metal frame.

 

[#HBC | Ryker]

"A competitor? Bwahaha! Well I'll be a broken wristwatch. Name's Johnny and the pleasure's your's, matey."

 

[DtJ Jungle]

Orifice halts his movements. He stares intently at the bed. "Why does this bed have a beard?" he thought to himself. However, Private Orifice kept his composure and stared straight ahead, looking straight past this old bastard.

Out of his periphery, Brody gets a glance at the man in spandex. Disregarded immediately. His interest lie in the cactus. He can't help but stare at the unnatural figure. How did this come to be? Is it a weapon of mass destruction? Is this the work of Al Queda? Not on my watch

 

[DtJ Jungle]

Brody Orifice eyes the jap again. His fucking people killed my father at Iwo Jima. He coud barely hold back the urge to knife him in the throat. This was more than just a contest. This was for revenge. This man must die.

 

[Terywj [태리]]

Terywj laughed lightly. "Charmed. Are those...?" Tery pointed to Johnny's back and waist. He also noted the military man eyeing him harshly, but paid it no mind.

 

[#HBC | Ryker]

"Indeed they are!" the pirate laughed as he rubbed Lt. Crush's head. "And a lot of trouble they be at times. The man with the remote control bed has a wonderful sense of humor," Johnny added, gesturing at the impeded soldier.