Axis actually has the mindset of Equinox...an alliance IS possible....
The Proto Wars (No longer Accepting applications)
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Sorry, but I might not make frequent posts as school is digging in to me.
But... If it still counts:
After a LONG nap...
I feel my body get dragged, and thrown off into a place. I shake my head, open my eyes and looked around. A forest area was before me, large green trees in front.
I dust myself, and check my weapons. Proto sword, CHECK. Shield, whatever it is, check! Good, I'm still ready to go with weapons. I settle a bit with my helmet.
Then I hear footsteps.
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OOC: Sorry if it's short, too. But tomorrow... well, we'll see, huh? And boy... In three or four days this thread's already gone to page three...
Name: "Mari" Mattas
Age: 26
Gender: male
Race: human
Faction: Spiral Order
Appearance: green hood, green tunic, light brown pants, brown leather boots, blond hair, blue eyes, somewhat effeminate face, average build
Arsenal: sturdy wooden sword, decorated wooden shield, ornate wooden bow, proto bombs, small wood-carving knife
Personality: Generally quiet and reserved, often keeping to himself in a corner with his wood-carving hobby and his jaded thoughts. On the rare occasions he finds it necessary to speak, he keeps it clear, concise and to the point. He opens up a little around friends, but even then is considered a reserved conversationalist. He is an excellent shot with his bow and a strong swordsman, but not a particularly good bomber. He usually uses his bombs to set traps or clear out crowds of monsters.
Biography: Like every other knight of the Spiral Order, he crash landed on Cradle in his escape pod. Most of his gear was destroyed in the crash, so the first thing he did was carve out some weapons. He managed to evade capture by the gremlins for several years until his eventual capture and placement in the Proto Wars.
The Queen of Yanderes, Rose Hawthorne
The retarded looking pyromaniac sneers at me and mutters, "I wouldn't expect anything less from a person of your....caliber." Whipping out a puny lighter and making a mini flamethrower out of it and some makeshift parts. He briefly points it at me and ignites it, but my attention is stolen by a Gremlin. A pompous Gremlin whose face was covered with makeup. It was Vog damn Gremmie Trinket. ((What? No one got the pun?)) She frowns at me and quips, "Save your energy for the arena. You'll have plenty of killing time in there."
Bastard Gremlin.
I try lie down and try to catch a few minutes of sleep, after finding out the discussion is nothing more then a trivial matter. But as soon as I lie down, two more guards appear, and start harassing the inmates. The gremlins seemed to be enjoying this, spitting in cells, occasionally stunning inmates with batons. "Isn't that what we all are now...?" I think to myself. I hated gremlins like this, thinking that they were superior. Vog didn't care much for them either, so I instantly took action. I quickly threw a flask I had on me onto the floor. It quickly drew the guards attentions. They stepped to the front of my cell, right on the liquid that I had spilt over the floor. "You better have had a damn good reason for littering on the floor, scum." one of the guards said. "If you guys were really enforcing no littering, you guys would've ended up in the dump." I said nonchalantly. They both growled and stepped closer. "Burn." I said simply. I quickly pulled out my remote igniter and shot the liquid. The floor quickly turned to fire in front of my cell, and so did the gremlins. I started to lay down again, the screaming from the duo was already fading.
((Wasn't aware everyone was in their cell?!?))
I was thinking that prisoners had free roam or something?
@Gzilla: They do now. According to a bit of story I cooked up earlier, the gremlins released the prisoners from their cages.
I can't think of any way to progress the story currently. :P
sorry I haven't been here in so long.
Kysen is willing to listen to Dagoon, though he is much less... polite.
We'll see where this goes soon, but I can't think of any more to say.
Ahh, writers block and a headache. D*mn the internet for it's headache inducing software!
Um, is Mattas accepted? We don't really have enough human male adults here.
Yes, he is accepted.
DOH', double post
When the cages opened, Mattas came out of his cell and sat in a far corner of the room. He watched the interactions with interest, but did not want to participate. He whipped out his knife and began to carve a gremlin figure.
The Finder spotted him from her perch over the swordplay section. She jumped down and approached him for a closer look. The two examined each other in silence for a while until the Finder decided to examine the other prisoners.
She next checked out Axis. It didn't take a genius to figure out that he was a pyromaniac. She lit up her own fireball to maybe try and connect with him.
Rose's and Axis's cells are not far from my own. I place my Stranger mask on, and throw up my hood. My Snipes, perched on my shoulders. I wait patiently. The games will not win me. I am an unclaimable prize. I hear a storm, even from deep down here. I can't tell whether it's in my mind or not.
"Sir...... There's another participant..... Goes my the name Topoyozada....."
So, I'm coming in. It's going to be hard writing PvP, but rest assured, In going in the later parts. I've go t a crush on someone so I die so that she could live :3
Application:
Name: Topoyozada
Age:25
Bio: a normal person on Isora, shipped to Cradle, then was captured by Gremlins. He volunteered to go into the Proto wars, after seeing what was in store for him when he was to be slave to the Gremlins. He found out the person he had a crush on since 5 years old was also in AFTER he joined, so he vowed to protect her, even if it means committing suicide.
Weapons: Proto gear, makeshift weapons
Skills: A hunter when on Isora, his survival skills are up to date, and making weapons from scrap and other resources.
That crush doesn't happen to be the Finder...does it? :D
Name: Kas'houm
Bio: A child, ran away from home, a long time ago. the child was very good with technology, and often made things to either entertain himself, or for practical uses. (i.e. killing wolves, etc.) ((No, not wolvers)) A higher group was interested by his skill. . . Soul Reapers (Cough* Black Butler Style*)
Many years passed, and he was renown a skilled killer. This led him to receive a high priority mission: Go to cradle, and harvest any souls worth reaping. (You know, the bosses, strong enemies, etc.)
Equips: The Nightsear (Scythe), basic proto armor
Personality: Almost always happy, in a twisted way. . .
Age: Unlisted
Edit: Topo. . . Huh. I'm managing to get people I've roleplayed with before. . . But yeah, you're accepted.
( ( Hmm. . . I wonder what happened to Azureorbit. ) )
Alright, suggestions to what I should d- Oh, right.
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"Tell the slaves that the games have begun!"
"Yes sir. I will hand out an Ace system to the prisoners as well."
"Good, very good. . ."
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"The only d@mn reason I don't kill you gremlins is because you provide me souls! Get me to that arena, You weaklings."
"Y- Yes Sir!"
What tier gear should we have, to be exact?
When is the story thread coming up? Can't wait to maul, kill, stab, and in return, die!
Liminori decided to make this the story thread. In other words, there is no story thread. :/
Begin writing! ;)
I scrap the dirt off my cell door, and into my slinger I had made in the training session. Dirt slinger, useful for blinding. My attacks were focused on non-lethal. I was using my time smartly, not like the others who walked around in their free time. I sigh, as I try to tie the knot one last time, and failed. I glance at the others walking around, or just chatting, then curl up, and sleep.
back again. Oi.
Anyways, Kysen watches Mattas with interest, but only for a bit. He then turns and glances at Topoy. He starts thinking...
"Is Dagoon right? Is there a way to let everyone live?"
He sighs, looking at Ink again. He is ready.
A few of the gaurds walked up to each of the contestants, and handed them what appeared to be an odd sort of watch, and then telling them to turn it on.
((Ace)) "Hey buddy, Looks like the games are starting. Listen, here's some advice: Do not listen to anything the others say, They're only trying to murder you anyway."
"Yeah, well screw you pal." Dagoon says flicking the system off.
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(While Kas'houm just looks at it angrily, turns it off and reprograms it.)
Those footsteps... were just the sound of a gremlin walking to me. Unfortunately, I scared it away with a tenor-sounding roar, and I slumped, the dirt sliding into my fur.
"YAWN..."
Kysen turns on Ace.
After listening to it, he chuckles and flips it off.
"It could be helpful in the long run, I guess."
Name: Zane.
Age: 26.
Appearance: He wears dark leather armor with two combat knives on shoulder straps with a red hood and a bone white mask.
Personality: Batsh*t crazy. He finds pleasure in drawing blood from himself or others, and even more so in killing, and yet he can be quite emotional at times.
Bio: Born on Isora, he didn't show signs of schizophrenia until his teenage years, he managed to hide his insanity when he joined the crew of the Skylark, but that's when he heard the voices more often, they asked for blood, so he began carving tally marks into his arm. When the Skylark crashed, he couldn't suppress it anymore. He was captured by gremlins three days after he landed, they saw his fighting potential, and threw him into the games.
Link to mask image: http://lions-nd-yellocake.deviantart.com/art/Jack-of-Blades-Mask-Commiss...
Erm... Not sure how to post a reply to these story posts. There's not really a hook fot me to use...
Let's make one together. Mattas is in the training hall, in a remote corner of the movement training room, carving a little wooden gremlin. The Finder is wandering the area, checking everyone out. Where is Rose, and what is she doing?
Ohh! I feel like I'm too late to present. Aw well.....
I will anyways!
Name: Linux? Keep it simple.
Age: 17
Appearance: Tall, brown hair, one arm longer than the other, an eye patch, a glass eye( where the patch isn't)
Bio: Stowaway of Skylark. Knack for blowing stuff up(including ship core drives, but that's another story.) Has WAY too big a family, all of them are hobos. Loves to pull pranks on children during Winterfest. Cant walk away from bacon *hint hint* Lured into the depths of Gremlins with Bacon. Never given bacon. *sob*
Inventory: Proto bomb and a Shivermist, lost all his other bombs in the confusion of the Skylark crash.
But no. Porchid? Yes.
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So, If it seems I haven't been active recently, It's mainly because of. . . well. . . DAMMIT JOEL/ELLIE/oh, whatever.
Anyway, I beat the game yesterday. My rating- 8/10. I take away a point for the cliffhanger, and another for it's many random glitches.
*Shoots elk* OH MY GOD, WHAT IS THAT NOISE?!! (walks away) Gotcha, GOTCHA gotcha Gotcha GOTCHA- WHAT THE [frak] ELLIE?
Also, my cursing is perfectly fine, seeing as everyone in that game seems to drop F bombs all the time. Mainly Ellie. . .
but I think we want the story, not your gaming life, Liminori...
I'm working on it, I've just been sidetracked recently. Q.W.Q
Give us something to build off of... one of you creative people... PLEASE.
Just been punching the ffffffphhhhantoms out of the training room dummies...Q.Q
Shortly after everyone acquired their A.C.E, the announcement speaker in each room went off. "The games have begun! Please walk to the room that your personal A.C.E directs you. Rest assured, he's not evil."
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"Well, that's. . . comforting." Dagoon said as one of the gremlins walked behind her and pushed her along. However. . .
Dagoon just punched the gremlin square in the windpipe. "Let's get started!"
I follow A.C.E. (Name change.. huh.) to the directed room, and wait. Here we go...
The Finder was escorted to the arena and dropped off in a large grassy clearing. There was a large pile of supplies in the center, containing "vital" things like food, water, medical supplies, and weapons. She drew her thorn blade and raced over to the pile, ready to cut down anyone who got in her way.
Rose smiled kindly at the two gremlin soldiers sent to escort her to the arena. They pushed her forward with terrified expressions on their faces, ready to bolt if Tose showed any sign of anger. Slowly but surely, she was led to the arena and thrown into a large clearing. She looked around, glad to see trees, for she could easily climb up them and ambush the other contestants from above. She glanced at all the other contestants, who were probably planning to stay clear of the trees for just that reason. It wouldn't help. Rose was an expert hunter and survivalist and could adapt to killing in just about any environment. (Fun fact; she hates snow and is horrible at stalking or hunting in biomes such as tundras or taigas.) She took a deep breath and steeled herself for what would come next, an event known as the Bloodbath.
As soon as the cannons fired, Rose shot off towards the stockpile of food and other supplies. She raced straight to the middle and climbed up the pile of items in order to get the ones on the top. She slung two backpacks over her shoulder, grabbed a sack labeled "food and water", and reached for the longbow just as one of her enemies jumped at her. Quick as lightning, she tapped the watch on her wrist and sliced through her fellow contestant with her short scythe, or more specifically, naginata. (The watch transforms into the weapon.) She whirled around and took hold of a yumi longbow, along with a quiver stuffed to the brim with arrows. Satisfied with her supplies, she jumped off of the 14-foot tall pile of gear and raced off towards the forest.
As everyone should know, any person in the arena must make it a priority to find a source of water. Rose knew this. She also lnew that she need not worry about food, for the animals in the arena certainly needed aquatic sustenance as well, and would therefore come to whatever source of water was available. Rose lightly tapped a button on the handle of her naginata and watched it wrap itself around her wrist and transform back into a watch. She watched the night skies with an almost maniacal gleam in her eyes, waiting for day to come once again. All the while, she used all of her tracking skills to find the nearest body of water. She sighed and whispered to the moon, "Why can't you ever challenge me? This year will just be another easy win."
For a few long moments, she heard nothing. However, just then, she swore that she could hear a sound faintly reminiscent of a woman's whisper. It almost sounded like...
Be careful what you wish for.
Zane sat in the room listening to his A.C.E. chatter. He turned it off.
He dawned his mask, grinning. You will taste blood today, Zane, you will kill and live, death is your ambrosia, blood is your nectar...
"Yes, I will taste death, thank you, Zul'Taren."
He said a quick prayer to Zul'Taren and the fathers of blood, then pulled up his hood.
He giggled, this was going to be a fun night.
A gremlin kicked open the door, interrupting his murmuring.
"You're needed in the arena, come with me."
Zane shrugged, the feast was soon, and Zane was hungry.
He stood on the pedestal, sizing up his contestants. He looked at the burn victim.
Yes, she is strong, make her join us, she will not refuse, yes, we will use her, she has much power...
He looked at the woman with the scythe, he felt... attracted in an odd way to her. He shook his head, what would Tar'Nazkir think of this, then he heard the cannons boom, he let out a guttural cry, sprinting for the pile.
He grabbed a backpack and a kukri, sliding it into his pack. Slinging the pack over his shoulder, he spotted a boy with an ax rushing toward him, he sidestepped, kneed the boy in the gut, he keeled over, flipping one of his combat knives out, he stabbed the boy in the throat, giggling he licked the blade and ran for the forest.
I walk towards the central area of gathering. Seeing as everyone racing towards the gathering had no weapons or none I needed to worry about, I kindly latched my hand onto their necks and deliver a strong Stun. The ones near the gathering...that would be something to worry about. Seeing as no one cared for wires, it was easy to grab dual long cords without anyone noticing. Quickly, I lash it like a whip towards the nearest threat, delivering a strong Shock as I use my strength to fling them backwards. I quickly grab two backpacks, and a sleeping bag before being attacked again. I shove the offender's chest with my foot, whip both of my dual cords around his neck, and deliver Fire. I grab three more nine-foot coiled cords before dashing off towards the forest. Water is easy to find once you know what you're looking for. Mud, brighter-colored trees, and skinny plants are the best tell-tale signs. I should know: I lived in the wilderness...
I quickly find a creek, small enough to be cut off from the Game Makers but big enough to drink and bath in...oh wait. Looks like the other tributes shouldn't have ignored me in training. I quickly Will my cords to wrap around my upper arms, and only require one for what I'm going to do. I drop one cord's end into the creek and the other snaking across the ground, and up to the tree I'm going to be in, lining it perfectly. I disguise it with some dirt, and climb up onto a strong branch. Burning is difficult, and not to mention the second hole I made above for my supplies, but soon I've hollowed out the tree inside, leaving one support in the middle, which I'll have to curl around...but it'll be warm.
I keep the cord right in the inside of the tree with me, right next to my face, for perfect use. I pull up my hood, and hold myself in the spacious Stranger cloak, falling asleep with the cord in my hand...
I find that my scouring glance was intercepted by Rose, who returns it with a cold ruthless glare. "I wouldn't expect anything less from a person of your....caliber." I mutter to myself. I casually bring out my lighter. I fiddle with a makeshift handle and barrel. I eventually put all three pieces together, making a remote igniter. After assembly I nonchalantly point it at Rose, then pretend to fire right before a gremlin approaches her and starts questioning her. In trouble with the administrators already? If you were on bad terms with them, good luck making it through the matches.