i can get rid of bon clay
I’m going to start drafting for a team here. Team Blackest of the Black - Only Real Niggas Need Apply
My sponsored character is Barret from FFVII - the only black main FF char and possibly the last time we will see a Mr. T-esque character in a videogame. Bitch has a gun on his arm too.
Storm from the Marvel series is his assist. Who’s gonna fuck with your favorite Nubian Princess? C’mon now.
Who wants to team up?
Side ternity
Episode 04: Agenda of the Few
10. The Clash ? Lost in the Supermarket ~ London Calling
The city of New Gotham had all but forgotten the riots following the prison outbreak from two weeks ago. The populace and their attention deficit very quickly returned to the normal mechanisms of day to day living. Unfortunately for Coffy Mackenzie, this meant being a part-time associate at the New Gotham LOL-Mart’s Pets department…
?You’re looking for cat food? It’s right in front of you ma’am, on this side.?
?Toys for your puppy? Why, they’re right in front of you sir!?
?You want to look at the betta fish? Um… you’re looking at them right now.?
Coffy’s job consisted of little more than telling people what they were looking it. The beauty of redundancy was lost on her after the first day. Two weeks in, after getting her first legitimate paycheck she wanted to escape to Canada. The closest she got was a bottle of Mountain Dew, a pound of fried chicken wings and a pack of Newports in the LOL-Mart parking lot. On this particular day, Coffy spent her lunch break with Linda, an associate from Pharmacy whose long white coat fluttered seductively in the wind. Much more elegant than Coffy’s orange vest, anyway. Both young women sitting on a bench outside the store. ?
?Oh yeah. Now I recognize you! You were the rookie in the tournament!? Linda said. ?That was the best performance by a newbie I’d ever seen. Too bad it got canceled in the end.?
?Yeah. I’m like the one-hit wonder of retail store martial arts, I guess,? Coffy said, shrugging. ?I need to ask you something, mainly because no one else has given me a straight answer yet.?
?Sure. What do you need??
?Of all the possible, logical solutions to store budgeting, you guys chose a fighting tournament to solve them? Seriously??
?Huh… well, why not??
?..why not? When you can obviously pay the employees and the departments who make more, more? No idea, I just felt like tossing out a revolutionary idea.? Coffy took a swig of her Dew, letting the sparkling citric acid burn her throat clear. ?Yeah~.?
?Okay, it’s a silly idea on paper, but most people like to solve their problems through competitive games, right? It’s just human nature.? Linda lifted the fliptop of Coffy’s pack of Newports, pilfering a cigarette. ?Bumming a loosey.?
?It’s cool.? Coffy thought for a moment about the implications of what Linda just said ? the idea of games solving disputes sounded and felt foreign to her - but her mind’s paradigm clicked and she knew it was as true as the blue sky hovering above her. ?..yeah, I guess.? Coffy also put a cigarette in her mouth, the both of them allowing the menthol to pacify their lungs.
?I just had to put my car in the shop,? Linda said. ?My idiot boyfriend put a tree through the windshield.? Coffy at first seemed to chuckle a little, but she then began to cough. Blood began streaming from Coffy’s nose, and she quickly balled up a scrap of napkin and shove it up her nostrils. ?Whoa, are you okay? You should lay off the cigs.?
?Yeah…? Coffy said, tilting her neck back. ?It’s just thrombopenia. I bleed often.?
?Huh? Then what’s the sense in being a fighter? You wanna die young??
?I’m not a fighter. I just-?
Coffy and Linda looked up to see a tightly balled fist smashing a cart pusher in the face. The fist belonged to his fellow Code 3, his name tag indicating the name Billy. The victim’s name, as shown on the name tag that flew onto the street, was Chad. Chad picked himself up after the attack and slowly encircled Billy, waiting for an opening .
?Oh that’s just goddamn stupid.? Coffy walked out of her chair, stepping in-between the two Code 3s. ?Chill! The fuck! OUT!? The cart pushers looked at Coffy like she was a stray dog foaming from the mouth, but they stood still to listen to her anyway. ?What the fuck do you think you’re doing? This is your job, dumbasses! You’re scaring the customers, and you shouldn’t be bringing this shit out in public!?
?Man, you don’t know what this…this…? Billy said while his voice cracking, ?this bitch MOTHER FUCKER DID to me!?
?You didn’t have to hit me, faggot!? Chad said.
?Wait a minute. What the hell happened between you two anyway?? Coffy asked, finally betraying her sense of curiosity. ?How’d you piss each other off?? Billy lowered his head in shame, and stretched out a hand holding a cell phone.
?Two weeks ago, Chad told me that a girl saw me in the parking lot and wanted to know my phone number.?
?A girl? Why does it always have to be a girl?? Coffy asked.
?No, no. Chad gave me the girl’s number, and I called it. Her name was Vagena. We talked and talked, and we quickly fell in love. We talked about marriage not one week later.?
?That’s… pretty sad, bro.? Coffy added. ?You shouldn’t rush into shit like that. And, what the fuck, ‘Vagena?!’?
?No. It gets worse. I recognized her voice even though I’m sure we never met before. I called her cell phone again and this time, I got her voice mail. Only, it wasn’t her voice mail. It wasn’t even a fucking her! It was Chad’s, and he was talking to me with a high pitched voice all this time!? Billy finally lost it, choking on his tears and kneeling on the pavement. ?I loved her man! What the fuck was your problem?!?
?I’m sorry bro, but I fucking lol’d.? Chad said.
?..that’s the most bizarre LOL-Mart story I’ve ever heard. You’re a gullible idiot. Chad, you’re a dick and should burn in a fire. I want to enjoy the rest of my lunch, so go kick your own asses after work, okay?? Coffy left the parking lot and sat back on the bench. Right after Coffy lit another Newport, Linda turned to her with a child’s grin on her face.
?Huh. That was pretty cool,? Linda said.
?What do you mean??
?The way you stood between them like that. I need to ask though ? why’d you think it was your business to interfere anyway? I mean, you’re on your break and you don’t have any obligation to solve disputes like that. If I felt I should’ve done something, I’d’ve called a manager.?
?Hey, I see stupid shit I don’t like right in front of me, it becomes my business.? Coffy breathes in the noxious, menthol-induced vapors. She suddenly flicks the just lit cigarette on the ground, clutching her stomach. Coffy began to shake. She coughed up blood, and reached out for the plastic bag she got when she bought her Dew.
?Whoa, are you okay? Is that your condition acting up again? Let me get you to a nurse.?
?Nah, I’m good. I don’t know why, but I always feel better after I hurl my guts out.? Coffy wheezed more of her fluids into the bag.
?Wait… you did that in that fight with the girl from the deli, didn’t you?? Linda asked.
?What do you mean??
?I saw it. You got punched in the liver, got the hell beat out of you, and then you suddenly came back and nearly won the fight. You sure you’re not a fighter? You have the stamina of one.?
?Thanks. But yeah, I’m not a fighter. I’m just a punk and an activist.?
11. Michiru Oshima ? Castle in the Mist ~ ICO ~Melody in the Mist~
A crimson moon shone down on a grassy knoll from the night sky, illuminating a single man clad in a gallon hat and duster coat, his body with the bulk of a mountain. In one hand he gripped onto a Colt revolver. The large cowboy lugged behind with his other hand a glass coffin containing the beautifully preserved body of a pale blonde woman in an ornate light blue gown. The interior of the coffin was a red velvet plush, and dead rose petals were scattered across the body. Despite being dragged on foot, the glass coffin was without a single scratch across its entire surface, owing to the will of the man it burdened. The man stopped walking for a moment to look at the castle which now stood in front of him, and at what he had done. The Millennial Castle Brunestud had been wished back into existence in this green tract on the continent of Geisterra.
?Hey there, Mister.? The cowboy looked over his shoulder and recognized the crimson-coiffed woman approaching him. She wore a fashionably long red coat over a a black turtleneck sweater, completed by an elegantly long white skirt. ?Looks like you summoned Castle Brunestud.? The woman waited for a response, but the man only turned around and continued walking toward the aforementioned castle. ?Little known fact: Brunestud is a title, not a name. Only Brunestud-class True Ancestors can call Castle Brunestud into this dimension. So now I’m curious ? do you want to be called the Brunestud of Killers now??
?Call me as you reckon, Blue Gunner,? the cowboy said, not turning to face her.
?That’s a low blow.? The woman named Aoko Aozaki decided to walk alongside the man, glancing briefly at the woman in the coffin. ?So this is the hatred so strong that not even the True Ancestors could ignore it? What do you plan to do here??
?If you’d oblige me, I’d butcher the moon princess and leave her entrails dangling on the ground. That suit you, Gunner??
?I see. You’re going to kill Arcueid. Look, I’m not interested in getting involved, but there’s a kid that Arcueid is involved with. He made his way here as soon as he heard the castle was visible again. He’s strong, and he has the Eyes of Depth Perception. He could very well take you out. What’s more is, I care about him. What I’m saying is, when you find him, don’t try to fight Shiki Tohno. You can blow Arcueid’s brains out for all I care.? Aoko stepped in front of the man, peering sharply into his wrinkled, tired eyes. ?But if you touch Shiki, I will kill you.? The cowboy didn’t bother to meet the woman’s gaze.
?For both your sakes, you best hope this boy won’t trifle with me and my own.?
?One more thing. There’s an overlord nearby who’s interested in this castle also. I don’t think he knows exactly what it is, but he might be a problem for you. From what I hear, he’s strong and stubborn enough to bother you, Arcueid, Shiki and myself combined.?
?I only came here for one person, and now a calvary of sons of bitches wants killing.?
?I really don’t want to fight you, Saint.? Aoko trotted away, splitting up from the cowboy and taking her own path toward Castle Brunestud. ?So make it quick.?
12. Mass Hysteria ? Persevere (Remix) ~ Chicago Underworld Mixtape
?Wassup.? Jamal Clinton’s hand grasped onto Park Kun-wan’s, leading him into the Black Man’s Handshake. Park, ever the diligent worldly assassin, was already familiar with it and four other variations of the greeting.
?It’s good to meet you, Jamal.? Park called Jamal to the seashore, the rumbling waves of the Atlantic and the screeching of incoming airplanes rendering their sensitive discussion all but inaudible to the best wire transmitters. That, and the client he represented wanted to play in the sand. Jamal’s new associate Chulo Chino stood beside him, his purple silk shirt fluttering in the wind, barely concealing the knives hanging off his dress pants.
Jamal was intelligent enough to know he should be afraid of the cleanly dressed Korean man. He knew about the legitimate business he owned on the side, the convenience store which was demolished before his own eyes. However, he was aware that the less he appeared to know about the criminal underworld, the better his chances of survival were. Jamal was worried when Park contacted him, seemingly out of the blue. However, he didn’t have to worry.
?Just as usual for someone like myself, I’m working on behalf of a client’s interests. She has a project that you’d be interested in, and after exhausting my resources I’ve decided you were the most eligible person in all of New Gotham.?
?I see. You want to organize a militia?? Jamal asked. Park nodded his head, his eyes directing Jamal to the sixty-strong group of people suddenly appearing behind him. Sixty large black, brown, and white men, each wearing the grim expression of the oppressed, their chiseled, muscular bodies masking the hollow hearts that classism and racism instilled in them since childhood. Jamal’s jaw dropped upon realizing he and Chino had seen these faces before ? his fellow inmates from Stonegate Penitentiary. ?I’ll be damned. So y’all made it out too, and now you want to start a revolution? I am pleasantly surprised by this turn of events, my brothers.?
?Yes, we do,? a feminine voice said, its owner coming from the center of the group.
?Sorry. Who said that?? Jamal asked.
?I did!? The sixty some-odd niggas stepped out of Princess Pin’s path. ?We’re on the path to revolution! We’ll save this universe, and then we’ll save the whole reality cluster!? Jamal could not fathom that this albino little girl in a pretty white dress and coat wants to herald the revolution.
?Whoa… this is bizarre.? Jamal looked back at Park as if to ask ?are you serious?? Park glared back at him as if to say ?yes, we are fucking serious, so watch your tone.?
?Yeah. This whole ghetto culture thing really interests me.? Bea pulled out a plastic bottle of Kool-Aid from her coat pocket. ?For example, this. This drink… it tastes like the nectar of the Old Gods!?
?You need to drink my mama’s sweet tea then,? one of the men standing next to her suggested.
?The fuck? Sweet tea? Bama ass nigga, that shit is called ice tea!? Someone replied.
?Fuck you nigga, ice tea is for pussies. Sweet tea ruins your shit. It’s like liquid titties,? the nigga retorted.
?Boys, boys!? Princess Pin yelled out. ?I’ll need a glass of ice tea and sweet tea. I’ll decide which is best. Anyway, Mr. Clinton was it? I’m Princess Bea Pin. We need to gather more resources. Mr. Park knows who the money in this city belongs to, but you’re the one who knows the oppressed people who live here. I’ll hire you to help us gather more revolutionaries for our cause. We’ll figure out who’s responsible for the poverty and we’ll strangle the dollar bills out those bastards’ throats!?
?I see. Fine. Let’s do this.? Jamal looked at Chino who was still standing with him. ?Oh, yeah. You up to this kind of thing Chino?? The Puerto Rican looked at the princess and nodded.
?Yeah. I’ll do it if I can cut a pig.?
?Here’s your first recruit, Princess. Chulo Chino is a gangster, knife master, and an existential philosopher.
?Existential philosophy? Really?? Bea walked up to Chino. ?Hmm. What do you think, Mr. Chino?? Chino shut his eyes, thinking about how to respond. He finally started.
?Logic is only a defense mechanism. Humans and the world are irrational so you have only your own terms to guide you…?
?Huh. That’s a way to look at it, I guess.? Pin put her hand up to her chin. ?Life’s what you make of it, and you alone, right??
?Without a doubt, I’m heterosexual.?
?Um…okay. No homo then!? Bea turned from Jamal, Park and Chino, now addressing : does Olive Garden sound to you guys?? The Niggapocalypse’s faces streamed with tears. Most of them have never eaten at Olive Garden before. This meant they were finally going to be somebody.
13. Masashi Hamauzu ? Weltall ~ SaGa Frontier II
If one were to examine world history, it would be revealed that some of the most important people in history made their most crucial decisions over a meal. Such a scene took place on the second floor of a restaurant in a village in Chongoa. An unknown waitress served a certain man a cup of tea. He drank from it and it relieved his temperament. Unbeknownst to that waitress, that cup of tea had saved her life.
?For what it is, this restaurant’s good. Actually, it’d be a waste to raze this village when you can concentrate your efforts on the populated urban areas. They’re dens of sinners anyway.? The man named Algus Sadalfas took another sip of the teacup and loosened the collar of his of his orange armor. ?It’s just as scathing as I want it to be.?
Sitting at the table with Algus was Raphael Sorel, who diligently poked at the Peking-style duck on his plate with the fork in his left hand. Dressed extravagantly in his green cloak and western clothes, more than a few of the restaurant patrons’ eyes fixated on him.
?Are you sure you can speak about that out in the open like this?? Raphael asked in a hushed tone.
?There’s no point in trying to conceal ourselves. These people don’t understand our language anyway.? Algus, having already finished his plate, also helped himself to a morsel of Peking duck between his chopsticks, after a few moments of difficulty. ?These wooden utensils are worthy of Neanderthals, I swear. If this is the cradle of enlightenment, why haven’t they gotten around to adopting knives yet? So what did headquarters say??
?Yes. Do you know Habib Marwan? He’s an Arab who’s actually the commander of the American operations.?
?Arab?? Algus recoiled in his seat at the thought. ?How did you even communicate with the mud man??
?I have no need for more of your idle racism, Algus. He’s a reasonable man, at least in an era where a worldwide coup is the last bastion of reason. We’re getting new technology from NESTS Division. Some pyrokinetic things, the bastards have a fire fetish of some kind.?
?Fire weapons? How good is that for us? We were born in the Realm of Miracles, we can very well conjure a Firaga or two if need be! What does the rest of Second Wave think we are??
?Ah, but these are no mere flames my friend.? Raphael slipped a thin red glove on his left hand and snapped his fingers. Suddenly, an orb of fire hovered above his open palm. ?This fire is called the Sacred Treasure of Kusanagi. Absolutely painful to your enemies, but its wielder is protected. It doesn’t drain your magic potential either, so this is less exhausting as well.?
?Well la-de-dah Raphael! But perhaps I just don’t feel like getting my hands dirty with your pyrokinesis. What else did NESTS Division kick down to us?? Algus looked at Raphael, waiting for an answer. Raphael lowered his head, and then smiled to himself.
?An army,? he replied.
?Now this is actually relevant!? Algus nearly yelled out loud. ?How many??
?A test group. 100 men. All clones.?
?I see. They’ll want us to prove ourselves first. 100 men, clones or not, should be fine.? Algus nodded. ?What’s terrible is that we shouldn’t have to prove anything to anyone. We are nobles! Anything less than that is a mongrel and a bottom-feeder!?
?Be that as it may, I have one more important piece of news. There is a unique village further east from here, with a cathedral and a temple. They could use all the blessings they can get, since a volcano is situated on an island nearby. I know all this because Von Doom told me this morning. He told me because he tracked Soul Edge there.?
?Soul Edge?!? Algus really did yell out loud this time, with the expression of a child receiving an expensive toy. By now, all the restaurant’s patrons were looking at the out-of-place westerners, if they weren’t already. ?I have to see this for myself.?
?You better treasure that moment you do get to look at it, because I’m going to shatter the blade myself.? Raphael noticed that during their conversation, he had already eaten his lunch. He placed money on the table and got up from his chair. ?Let’s go. Don’t want to keep Doom waiting.?
14. Au Revoir Simone ? Through the Backyards ~ Verses of Comfort, Assurance & Salvation
Coffy arrived back at the apartment at 8 o’ clock. She creeped in, expecting for Judah to be asleep on a sofa while watching old Jewish movies on the TV. When he actually wasn’t on the couch, she began scouring the apartment for the tall, old man, almost always dressed in his white robes.
Huh. Where the hell is he? Coffy wondered. Whateve- oh good god, I reek. Fucking LOL-Mart! Coffy went to the bathroom, and before she undressed she made sure to scan the shower. Aw, we’re out of shampoo and the soap bar’s paper thin. Fuuuck! Coffy left and went to the kitchen, grabbing a half-empty bottle of Palmolive dishwasher liquid. This is shameful.
Coffy wasn’t an ordinary person by any means. For example, she not only washed herself with a wash cloth, but with a toothbrush. She scrubbed between her metallic shoulder joints and the exposed pistons and gears which comprised her arms and legs. Half of her stomach was still covered in stainless steel, although Coffy was thankful that at least her pink area was still natural.
Coffy Mackenzie met Judah Solomon seventeen years ago. She was homeless at the age of eleven, and remembered nothing about her past. It’s probable that in her despair the hunger consumed even her memories. Regardless, she was a little girl living on the streets, barely surviving but for her ability to regenerate the energy lost in her body through day to day functions. In other words, she was unlike most street urchins in that she didn’t have to eat every day to live. It was painful as all hell not, though. Coffy felt trapped in the prison of her own body, which was as mechanical and cybernetically implanted as it would always be. She had no idea what happened to her, what made her different, and most importantly -
*
I didn’t remember a single person I had any sort of relationship with. I wished that I did know who my parents were, and I wished they were responsible for what I became. It gave me a sense of anger, which gave me my sense of justice ? it was the only thing giving me the will to live, which was ironic since my body gave me some means to live on indefinitely. What else struck me was whether or not I had become this way in the first place. Was I always this steampunk cyborg? Was I a human girl once? What if I was an anthropomorphic Lincoln Towncar? I don’t think it matters who or what I was, but what I needed the most was another person to take care of me. *
About a month after she started living on the streets of New Gotham, the 11 year old Coffy decided to rest one night in a certain alleyway. Unfortunately, that alley was already occupied by a pair of hobos whose drug laden minds were already beyond reason. They were both middle aged wearing thick, filthy wool coats, both their faces covered with a mound of hair. Dirt seeped into every crevice of their exposed skin. They were easily monstrous looking people the girl had ever seen up to that point. The bulging gaze of their blood-soaked eyes haunts Coffy to this day.
I didn’t think they’d do anything. I met a lot of nice homeless people when since I got there. A lot of them are still great. But on that night, in that alley…
First they beat the child within an inch of her life. Their fists and their bricks shattered her bones and broke her skin. The addicts ripped her blood-stained clothes off, checking her pockets for money, trinkets, change ? anything they could use to barter for their next fix. Finding nothing of value on the young Coffy, they decided they might have their way with her yet. The sight of the unnatural metal covering her body did not deter them in any way.
*
What bothered me the most at the time wasn’t my aching body. It was their odor. They smelled like Hell incarnate. It was like a foul miasma choking my lungs. At the time, I had no idea what they planned to do with me. I would have let them do whatever they wish ? even kill me ? if it meant not having to smell them again. Those fifteen minutes were the most awful time in my life. But without those fifteen minutes, the next fifteen years would have played out very differently.*
Coffy’s body was strewn on the ground, too broken to move. The addicts were going to violate her. But then she managed the strength to look up at them ? she saw the palms of two mighty hands impaling her attackers through their hearts. She was saved by a bystander living in the apartments nearby.
*
It was the most righteous thing I’d ever seen. It was as if I knew this person was going to protect me, like how a baby inherently trusts its parents. I just saw him and stopped being afraid. He grabbed me in his arms and rushed me away. Then I woke up, coming to a few days later. I was lying down on a couch in an apartment, and the man who saved me was sitting in front of me with a warm bowl of soup on the coffee table beside us. He said, ?I am Judah, last heir to the House of Solomon.?*
Coffy finished her shower and quickly got back into her traditional green hoodie and blue jeans. She went back to the kitchen to put the dishwashing liquid back in its proper place, but now her stomach grumbled again.
*Hungry! *
She went into the freezer looking for a quick bite to heat up. Besides a mountain of kosher meat, there was a Hot Pocket wrapped in cellophane.
*There’s nothing telling me what stuffing’s in the damn thing. For all I know, it could be philly cheese, hamburger, or even… oh my god, OR EVEN CHICKEN ALFREDO! Hell yes, please be chicken alfredo! *
She tossed the Hot Pocket into the microwave, nuking the pastry with 2 minutes of radiation. Coffy quickly tore the Hot Pocket out of the little paper reflector slip she had to put it in, and placed it right between her jaws.
Fuck. It’s taco. Oh well.
?Coffy!? Judah Solomon slammed the front door shut, his feet shuffling quickly along the floor. He made his way to the kitchen, gasping.
?Whoa, Judah. You in a rush or something??
?Somewhat. This world is short in time, and this city of New Gotham will be engulfed in the flames of injustice.?
?Oh.? Coffy eyed a box of cereal on the counter and decided she’d wash the Hot Pocket down with it. ?That sucks. What’s the plan??
?In three weeks, an army of noble souls will gather as if lead by fate. Coffy, you and I shall join this party.?
?Um, okay.? Coffy gulped down the last bit of food. ?And what will we be called??
?The ternity Numbers, my child.?
?Eternity numbers. Huh. Well, sure, whatever.? Coffy shrugged. ?How’d you find this all out, again??
?I spent my time in diligence, examining the rambling notes of my ally and friend Zelretch. Referencing and cross referencing these notes, I have uncovered a conspiracy of grand proportions.?
?It’s not the Illuminati, right??
?Coffy! You must be in peak physical strength to properly bear this burden! Prepare yourself!?
?What?? Coffy asked while pouring herself a bowl of the rest of the Count Chocula. Judah punched Coffy in the face, knocking the chocolatey vampire cereal on the ground. ?Ju…Ju…Judah…? Coffy managed to say before she started crying. ?I really wanted to eat that! :sad:?
?I’m sorry Coffy. We can train later.? Judah handed Coffy a five dollar bill. ?Get yourself some more cereal from the store down the block.?
?You really mean it?? Coffy smiled. ?Awesome, thanks!?
Yeah, you’re free to switch your roster up this early and before the game actually begins.
WEll since noone replied in the numbers thread I’ll do it in here. Anyone want to form a team?
Gonna try to find some possible chars as well, but doing something else right now.
Don’t fuck with the darkest of the dark, the originals and best in their respective universes. Barret and Storm, ready to wreck shop.
ternity Character Description Thread
Welcome! The purpose of this thread is to provide personal character information, mini-biographies and statistics for your characters in both Niggapocalypse and the main tournament, This Bastard Universe, and of the ternity overstory cast. The overstory characters will be updated as they are revealed.
**Coffy Mackenzie
**Gender: Female
Age: 25
Height: 5’ 8"
Body Type: Slender but mechanical
Occupation: (formerly) Student, Journalist (currently) LOL-Mart Pets Associate
Source: *ternity Original
*
Appearance
Coffy Mackenzie is a woman with shoulder-length blonde hair and red eyes. Her typical outfit includes a green hoodie with a crude illustration of the sun on the lower left-hand corner, and a blue cloud at the top right, and a comfortably loose pair of blue jeans and sneakers. Her LOL-Mart uniform is a pair of khakis, a white t-shirt and an orange vest. PROTIP: Orange is the complimentary color of blue! Huh. What if the vest she was wearing were blue? Her body appears slender, but she has mechanical body parts for unknown reasons.
Pictures: 1, 2, 3
Biography
Much of Coffy’s past is unknown even to her, but she became an orphan at 11 years of age. She knew nothing of herself besides an ID badge she wore around her neck - one calling her “Coffy Mackenzie.” She found her way onto the streets of New Gotham, surviving a quarter at a time while befriending the kindly homeless community. One night she was attacked by drug addict hobos, only to be saved by the man known as Judah Solomon. The old man took her in, raising her strictly but with love. Coffy knew early on she was a very different girl - she had mechanical parts strewn across her body, gears and pistons attached to her limbs, some prosthetic. While this unique, cyborg physiology gave Coffy some enhanced strength, stamina and recovery, she also has a health condition which makes her produce more red blood cells than she actually needs. She is prone to bouts of internal bleeding, especially when she is physically active. Her active recovery factor allows her to live with this condition where others would surely die.
Having missed out on a typical childhood, Judah tutored her intensely so that she would be intellectually prepared for high school, becoming a freshman on time at the age of 14. She found herself socially maladjusted, making few if any associates, much less friends. Coffy found a solace for her confused emotions in punk rock, absorbing the music and the lyrics into her being. Spurred by both the socially conscious music by being an outcast herself and having been affected by Judah’s selflessness, Coffy was inspired to become an activist for left-wing politics. She started making friends among punk rockers and intellectuals, and managed to complete an associate’s degree in journalism after high school.
Coffy spent the next few years wandering around America working with a group called Green War. However, she would slowly became disenchanted by left-wing philosophies when she realized how cruel and ignorant most people, including minorities and the poor were. Coffy would later abandon her extreme left-wing inclinations, adopting a more moderate personal stance. She made some money through donations from her semi-popular internet blog but realized she wouldn’t be cutting it in traditional media outlets. Dejected, Coffy returns to New Gotham to the only man she ever knew as family.
Coffy has a few memories which haunt her from the days of her young adulthood. She had all of one intimate relationship with a young man, but upon discovering her mechanical body, he rejected her. She hasn’t slept with anyone else since that night five years ago.
**Personality
**Coffy is naturally rebellious and will get personally involved in any conflict she sees fit to. However, she betrays her sense of compassion, lent to her by Judah Solomon. She’ll always try to leave every confrontation on positive terms. She has little tolerance for willful ignorance or destructive selfishness, though. Coffy also sometimes speaks using metaphors, albeit they are cruder and shorter than Judah’s ridiculously epic tirades. Despite her weariness of the world, she will often be mesmerized by simple, random things she encounters, from the sound an aluminum can makes to personality quizzes. In this state, she can see the beauty and dream-like nature of the world and the people around her.
Abilities
Coffy can write well. However, all the journalistic integrity in the world can’t be used to defend yourself in a fight. Coffy learned how to defend herself with a self-taught brawling style, crudely incorporating powerful haymaker punches and some grappling. Her cyborg body lends her more strength and more speed than an ordinary person, although Coffy would still have a difficult time fighting a trained martial artist especially if he had the ability to attack critical points.
**Judah Solomon
**Gender: Male
Age: 100 (but doesn’t appear older than 60)
Height: 6’ 3"
Body Type: Tall, chiseled
Occupation: Scholar
Source: *ternity Original
*Appearance
Judah wears long white robes, and despite his age still has long brown hair (although he’s graying) and a beard.
Pictures: 1
Biography
Judah’s past is also shrouded mostly in mystery, but what is known is that he was born somewhere east of Geisterra, and as such he is blessed by the Land of Miracles as someone with the ability to conjure miracle-class magic. He grew up in the Middle East, living with a tribe of nomadic Hebrews called the House of Solomon. It is in this turbulent time that Judah became a warrior, mastering the miracle magic he has today in order to merely survive. Eventually, the House of Solomon was slaughtered by a rival tribe, leaving Judah as their sole survivor. When he became an adult, he began to wander around the world in order to learn more about it, and the God he believes created it. He became a scholar with this goal in mind, and also has some knowledge of modern medicine. Judah eventually settled in the troubled city of New Gotham, keeping himself informed in worldly affairs, both political and spiritual. Along the way he befriended a wizard named Zeltrech with the ability to travel through alternative time streams. One night he saved a street urchin named Coffy Mackenzie. Never having a family of his own, Judah decided to take the girl in.
**Personality
**Judah likens himself as an Old Testament figure, and as such he often speaks in a seemingly archaic manner. He likes to speak in metaphor, a trait he passed on to Coffy, and they’re often ridiculous and long-winded. Judah Solomon is an altruist by nature, although in his age he doesn’t get out much anymore. He will try to impose a moral standard, however loose, among those who associate with him. He also likes women, but again in his old age the most he ever does now is stare at Coffy’s body whenever she exits the shower and read Hebrew Hustler.
**Abilities
**Judah has a pair of gauntlets which enable him to punch through flesh and some solid objects. When that doesn’t suffice, Judah can also summon locusts for a short time to aid him, and his attacks are stronger against first born males. He can also part seas, but unlike the Moses in the movies it takes him several hours to do it. Besides that, Judah also has an inkling of telepathic ability, and is able to reach out and communicate with other nearby psychics.
Princess Beatrix Pin
Gender: Female
Age: Unknown (appears to be 10 years old)
Height: 4’ 0"
Body Type: Loli
Occupation: Multiversal Wanderer
Source: *Eternity Multiverse Canon Original
*Appearance
Princess Pin wears a white summer dress and a white coat above that, completed with white sandals. She also wears a large red collar around her neck. She also has pale skin and long white hair. If you were to squint while looking at her, she almost looks like a bowling…
Pictures: 1, 2
Biography
Princess “Bea” Pin’s history is also unknown. For as long as she could remember, she has lived on an isolated planet in an isolated universe in the greater Multiverse, with nothing but a sandbox and a lawnmower. Eventually, she recalled her ability to teleport to other universes across the Multiverse, and she wound up in the world of ternity shortly after several undocumented misadventures. Princess Pin is driven by a subconscious need for universal equilibrium - if there is inequality in the world, she will strive toward balance. Her main concern now is to gather an army of heroes she had dubbed the Niggapocalypse and to right the wrongs of poverty and oppression. She has a lingering feeling in the back of her mind that she has done all this before, though…
**Personality
**Bea’s strive toward duality and balance is an odd personality quirk. Pin is militant, but naive. She wants to achieve world stability through the chaotic method of overt revolution, with a bunch of minorities. Bea has recently become infatuated by African American culture, deciding it to be among the most unique throughout the Multiverse. She will continually try to learn street slang and adopt cultural norms, including freestyling and beatboxing. She may not be very good at either, however. While she tries to make the world a better place, there are some boundaries she just won’t cross - she won’t kill anyone, for example, though she wouldn’t be hard-pressed to prevent anyone from killing unless she had to. Also, instead of condemning others, Pin will often try to understand the points of view of even her enemies. Princess Pin looks through the world with wondrous eyes - she will often ask questions about anything and everything.
**Abilities
**Bea can teleport herself and others to different places throughout the world. She also had the ability to teleport from universe to universe, although she finds she is unable to do so at this time. Her actual physical combat skills are low, but when she buckles down she can make quick, rational decisions and is able to lead the Niggapocalypse, however unwieldy. Bea also has the ability to convince some weaker-minded people to follow her orders, which helps her greatly.
Gladiator Operation
Hi, wasup people. I just wanted to let everybody know that after today I will be posting just a little bit of my own scrapped idea series called “Gladiator Opera”. In which was in the works for a good year or so but due to I wanted to focus on my other series I decided to kick it to the curb. Even though someone could make this series their own I don’t really care anymore. I have been writing my own material since I was eleven. i have it least 36 stories that I’m doing right now so I won’t miss it regeardless if stolen or not. But i want to share this with srk, and be honest give me feedback on if it could’ve been a good story or not. I’m not a good writer when it comes to punctuation, and other details. But I’ve learned a lot from my composition class so I think I’ve gotten better. i just need to find people who are willing to draw the characters for me in my other series.:smokin:
Title: Gladiator Operation
Theme: Action/Drama; I wanted this story to have a mix of Sin City and Old school kung fu show feel to it.
Setting: Planet Xekzeit’e
Rank System: SS, S, AA, A, B, C, D, F (worst), X (unknown)
Main Characters:
Great Demi God Bithaogoma-male
Age: 112; Appearance is early 50s
Rank: SS
Height: 7’ 6’‘
Most powerful magician in G.O’s universe for the last 73 years after killing his teacher in combat. Also the only person ever in history to recieve a SS rank. Before his master died he casted a energy barrier that weakens all magicians’ power so the planet would be safe from certain destruction. It also prevents all high ranking magicians from leaving the planet. The barrier is said to be so strong that if any magician above A were to leave it would instantly destroy them. He is currently finding a spell to break the barrier seeing as his master never taught him the technique, and was the only magician that was alive with knowledge of it.
Jet-female
Age: 34
Height: 5’ 8’'
Rank: X
She wants to be famous for killing Bithaogoma, and getting all the glory as the strongest magician. She lives in the slums of Xezeit’e where you are only gain respect by being ruthless. Jet has been in poverty her whole entire life, and will kill anybody to make her dreams to become rich come true. As her quest for recognition continues she becomes more infatuated with battle.
Dream-male
Age: 21
Height: 5’ 3’'
Rank: S
Dream is Bithaogoma’s bodyguard. Bithaogoma stumbled upon Dream sometime after he killed his master. Dream did battle with him and was defeated. When he was about to give Dream the final blow he noticed how young the boy was, and asked him to be his bodyguard. Dream at first ignored the request. Then Bithaogoma said, “If you accept my offer by the next 10 years you will probably be able to defeat me.” With this said Dream accepted and has been training with Bithaogoma ever since. Only lifting his hand against anyone who is stupid enough to challenge Bithaogoma. Dream is the 2nd most feared magician next to Bithaogoma.
Kenomon-Male
Age: unknown
Height: 6’ 1’'
Rank: X
Kenomon is an underground hitman that has been payed by a mysterious client to murder Bithaogoma. Reasons for this is not been classified. But Kenomon never stops until the job is done for the right price.
Sid-Male
Age: 65
Height: 5’ 5’'
Rank: AA
Sid is a magician that seeks to purify the entire universe by destroying every living thing then restarting life the way he felt it should’ve been. He believes that all things are impure now since Bithaogoma destroyed all those that opposed him that balanced everything out. So now Sid feels that the universe has been tainted, and must be destroyed. He uses underhanded tactics to achieve all of his goals regardless of who it may be. Sid plays the game to win at all costs. Even if it means holding a child hostage just to stay alive. A funny side note on Sid is that he is a terrible chain smoker, and has a collection of dirty magazines.
5 More characters (soon)
Story- This story has no specific protagonist that the story is following. It is deals with storylines of several characters that are fighting for the chance to overthrow the greatest magician (Demi-God Bithaogoma) to ever live. If there was a protagonist it would be him. Bithaogoma has so much charisma and strength that the government fears him so much they go to him just for permission to proceed with any plans they have. Within all of the countless battles that Bithaogoma has been in there has been no one who has been able to kill him for 22 years. If one were ever to succeed they would gain the exact same power that makes everyone afraid of him. Due to all of the chaos between magicians for supremacy over the public the economy has become unstable. People have been trying to avoid being caught in the confrontation by tryng to go to other planets. Will this war stop, or will it continue? Only his death will show them the future.:china:
Sion Eltnam Atlasia
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Height: 5’ 2’'
Body Type: Slender
Occupation: Alchemist, Student
Source: Melty Blood
Appearance:
Sion wears sort of school girl outfit, with a white shirt under a purple coat with the Atlas symbol on both shoulders. She also wears a yellow tie, and has golden bracelets on her arm. She wears a white mini skirt and long purple stocks, with purple shoes. She wears a purple beret that also has the Atlas symbol. She has long braided purple hair that seems to match with the color of her eyes. She has smooth, soft pale skin, despite the activities she has been through.
Pictures: 1, 2
Biography:
Sion was an alchemist of Atlas, which is a branch of the Mage’s Association. She was at the top of her class, and was thus granted the Atlasia name. She once assissted the Church to eliminate the vampire Warakia, but failed, and was the only survivor of the massacre. When she was bitten she was able to regain control of her body once again, just having the thirst of blood. After the events of Melty Blood, she was able to return to being 100% human. Now with full control of her body wanders around aimlessly, trying to find something, or someone that make her satisfied. She met her newfound companion, Dinobot, when she was attempting to create life off a blank prototype that fell out of the sky millions of years ago (due to the war of Primal and Megatron when they time warped back into the past) and Dinobot’s immortal spark found its way and housed itself in the prototype.
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Personality:**
Sion is quite calm and collective, usually silent and striving for perfection. She is easily able to be set off, going into a fit of rage. She does have a soft side however, but rarely ever shows it.
Abilities:
Sion has a etherlite whip which she can latch onto people’s bodies that can receive their memories upon contact. She can also split her brain into two processes, kind of like a dual processor and can overclock her brain to solve problems faster.
Dinobot
Gender: Male
Age: ???
Height: 7’3’'
Body Type: Bulky
Occupation: Warrior to the death
Source: Beast Wars: Transformers
Appearance:
Dinobot in beast mode is a brown striped velociraptor. When transformed, he appears to be a rather large robot with various parts that show his beast mode. He has a large metal sword type wepon that spins and its ribbed with spikes, and a device that looks like his beast mode’s tail that can be used as many things.
Pictures: 1, 2, 3
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Biography:
**After Megatron’s defeat on the Nemises with Primal, the restored Dinobot clone stayed behind in the ship. He was able to live on as Rampage’s immortal spark that was used to bring him to life, now held Dinobot’s personality lived. He stayed in stasis lock for eons until his spark was able to escape and find it’s way into the blank prototype Sion was trying to manipulate.
Personality:
Dinobot is a true warrior, who fights for respect, and those who respect him. He always fights against the honourless, as showing that they are weak. He always tries to cover his weaknesses by comprimising in battle, as making make-shift weapons and the like.
**Ablities: **He has the ability to find ways to make the battle shift his way, while staying even under his strict code of honour. His attitude even allows his enemies to respect him as a formidable warrior and foe.
((ALL ARE WIP UNTIL I GET OFF MY LAZY ASS AND FINISH THEM.))
Rock Howard
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Height: 5’ 8"
Body Type: Toned
Occupation: High-school student, bassist
Source: Garou: Mark of the Wolves
Appearance
Most girls would consider Rock to be “good-looking”, although he really doesn’t care. His blonde hair sweeps into his reddish eyes, and he usually wears a red jacket with white and black trim, a star and wings on the back of the jacket. He wears a black t-shirt under, and a black belt encircling his waist. He also wears a pair of black pants along with black boots.
Pictures: 1, 2 (with Terry Bogard)
Biography
(Parts copied/pasted from ADAMANT)
Rock was born in Southtown to Geese Howard, the most feared crimelord of Southtown. While his father wasn’t truly around to take care of him, Rock was put in care of his mother, Marie Heinlein. Though he spent a few years being raised by his mother, he learned to love her more than anyone else. Tragedy struck while he was still very young, and his mother had died of a diesase. During this time, his father also dies, while letting go of Terry’s helping hand at Geese Tower, and thus, fell from a very tall tower. Rock was orphaned, but shortly in time, discovered by Terry Bogard, Geese Howard’s rival, and long-time participant of The King of Fighters tournament. Handing the small, blonde youth his “Fatal Fury” hat, the two began to live together, as Terry adopted Rock as his son. Throughout the years, Terry trained Rock to be a fighter like himself, and … you can say Rock’s view of life is almost as positive as Terry’s. This, however, is just the beginning to a tale of the two American fighters in KOF.
Though Rock was raised by Terry, and was ultimately influenced by him, deep down inside, there’s still something that Rock feels isn’t correct: He’s the son of Geese Howard. It bothers the kid, effecting the way he acts around people.
He’s recently begun to play the bass guitar, and has found he’s quite good at it (as his official profile states, he can play any song after hearing it once), and has his own little fanclub inside his school, although, of course, he’s completely oblivious to the fact.
Personality
Rock’s a pretty quiet guy, although he does have his circle of friends. Considering the things he’s been through, and especially with his father issues, he’s slow to warm up to someone.
However, once someone gets to know Rock, he’s a pretty nice guy. He’s always willing to help people if they need it, however, once you shatter his trust, he won’t forgive you for an extremely long time, if ever.
Abilities
Being raised by the Lone Wolf himself, Rock’s pretty proficient with martial arts. He’s also integrated elements of his father’s style instinctively, although he rarely uses them in fear of losing control of himself. He also has several of Terry’s moves into his repertoire, although they too have been altered into his own style.
Some of these moves include Geese’s Reppuken, Jaei Ken (Hard Edge) Deadly Rave, Raging Storm, Shinkuu Nage, Terry’s Crack Shoot (Crack Counter) Rising Tackle, Power Dunk (Rage Run -Dunk-), and Burning Knuckle (Shine Knuckle).
Dante (Last name unknown; Also known as Devil Hunter Dante, Half-blood Devil, etc.)
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Height: 6’ 3"
Body Type: Tall & muscular
Occupation: Rock musician, mercenary, bounty hunter
Source: Devil May Cry timeline-wise, between 3 and 1
Appearance
Dante’s got an unusual appearance about him, definitely not helped by the fact that he has silver-white hair as young as he is. He usually wears a red jacket of some sort with black leather pants, sometimes with some belts and other accessories. The only definitive accessory on him is the amulet he always wears.
Pictures: 1, 2, 3
Biography
The younger of the twins born to the Dark Knight Sparda and his human wife, Dante has been trained in the arts of demonslaying ever since he could walk and hold a weapon, along with his twin, Vergil. However, their father disappeared when they were still young, leaving Eva to defend her sons on her own.
A few years later, Dante was the sole survivor of a demon attack on their home, leaving his mother’s corpse in the burning house while clutching Rebellion to his chest in shock. He thought he lost his brother as well, but fate seemed to have different plans for the brothers.
About ten years later, Vergil appeared again to Dante, this time trying to unseal the measures that Sparda had placed on the gateway to the Demon World in order to confront Mundus, the demon king. In order to do that, however, he needed both halves of the amulet that was split between the two half-demon sons. He lured Dante into following him throughout the newly raised Temen-ni-gru and eventually found out that they both had been duped by a human that was helping Vergil out at the time. Eventually, the two resolved their differences to defeat this human, who had gained demonic powers in order to try and become a full-fledged demon himself.
After that fight, the two brothers fought each other to see who would gain control of the amulet halves and their father’s newly-awakened sword, Force Edge. Dante won by a slim margin, and the gateway began to collapse shortly after their skirmish. Vergil then decided to descend into the Demon World on his own, taking his half of the amulet with him. As much as Dante tried to stop him, there was no turning back for the elder Sparda twin.
Dante hasn’t seen him since.
Shortly after that incident, Dante decided to move out of that particular town and eventually found himself in Metropolis. Although the city looks safe, the red-clad half-devil knew that there were hidden dangers that nobody knew about. However, some of these dangers weren’t of the demonic variety. Even though there were still some evils that he hadn’t taken care of for the most part, Dante knows that he can’t kill humans, no matter how immoral they were. Unless they were demonically tainted in some way, he couldn’t lay a finger on them. That ideology was drummed into his brain ever since he first started training.
When he’s not demon slaying or employing his skills as a jack-of-all-trades, Dante’s surprisingly found himself a second calling if the demon-hunting gig didn’t work out: with the help of some people he had met when he first came to Metropolis, they have formed the underground band Devils Never Cry.
What’s even more surprising is that nobody’s made the connection between Dante the demonslayer and Dante the rockstar.
Personality
To put it bluntly, Dante’s quite cocky. His ego’s larger than most, and his superior fighting abilities don’t help in toning said ego down. However, that doesn’t mean he’s a complete asshole. He’ll help someone if he knows that they’re in serious danger, and is actually quite smart. He just tends to hide it with his demeanor.
However, he loves a fight, and is quick to answer any challenge. But a more experienced fighter can tell that Dante holds back against his opponents at first. This is used as a testing method to see whether he needs to tap into his latent demonic powers. If not needed, then he won’t. It’s as simple as that.
Abilities
Dante’s got superhuman strength, reflexes, and an uncanny ability to heal near-fatal wounds within seconds. This makes him extremely difficult to incapacitate, although it’s not impossible. He’s also an expert marksman, swordsman, and is proficient in several different forms of martial arts, molding them into his own unique style.
Kyo Kusanagi
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Height: 5’ 11"
Body Type: Muscular
Occupation: College student, fighter
Source: King of Fighters 2003
Appearance
Pictures:
Biography
Personality
Much like Dante, Kyo’s extremely cocky. He loves a good fight as well, although he will put one off if something more important calls, like his girlfriend or the fate of the world. Being the Kusanagi heir’ll do that to ya.
Moving on. He also has a slight hero complex, and will do anything in his powers to help someone in need. He also seems to have a mischievous streak, tormenting Iori Yagami every once in a while just because he wants to.
Abilities
Kyo, besides being able to control the Crimson Flame of the Kusanagi with no problems, also has above-human stamina and strength. He’s also quite proficient at writing poetry, and will sometimes help Dante write songs for his band. As a result, of course, Dante makes fun of him for it.
Demyx
Gender: Male.
Age: 17.
Height: 5’11.
Body Type: Um, he’s skinny. xD;
Occupation: High-School Student and Musician.
Source: Kingdom Hearts II.
Appearance: He tends to wear different clothes from time to time, the most prominent factor in his clothing is that they are mostly the color of black. Demyx has blonde hair, in the style of a mullet and his eyes are the color of green; he tends to wear black boots or back shoes depending on his attire. 1,2,3,4
Biography: Coming soon. XD
Personality: Demyx is like the ever changing tides of water itself but most of the time generally he is a good-natured person who doesn’t like violence much. Meaning obviously he prefers peace much more over any kind of violence. Although, it can be easy to upset him and he may let out a side that is not too shy to put a little hurt on those who provoke him much. On the plus side, he won’t hesitate to serve some justice though! Most of the time though, he tries to make tense situations a little more easier to get through with light-hearted words.
Abilities: Demyx can summon a sitar which he uses primarily to play music and whatnot during his free time. With or without the sitar–but probably more ‘with’–he has the ability to control the element of water with relative ease. Although he does not like fighting, he is definitely not a push over and is a master over his element.
Ash Crimson
Gender: Male.
Age: 17.
Height: 5’8.
Body Type: Slender, lol.
Occupation: Artist and Martial Artist.
Source: King of Fighters 2003.
Appearance: You cannot possibly miss him as he is platinum blonde–but mostly due to his hairstyle and along with his freckles. His right eye is covered by his hair on the right side of his face–Ash’s eyes are the color of blue. He wears red pants, along with a red underneath another red shirt (xD; Or whatever) which, have a dark red pattern of some kind on them. Ash has a black belt around his waist and regular green shoes. He also wears a black hair band and wears black gloves along with wearing black/or red nail polish on his fingers. 1,2,3
Biography: Well, you could say his background story is almost, completely unknown as he seems to appeared ‘have come out of nowhere’. He entered the 2003 KOF tournament with hopes of obtaining one of The Sacred Treasures. Fortunately for him, he succeeded immensely in this, but not without annoying some parties greatly. From this, Ash obtained the Yata Mirror by taking it from Chizuru; but that does not mean he is going to stop. Ash made it clear he would be aiming to get Kyo and Iori’s flame next.
Personality: Ash can be friendly and he seems like the type of person who would want to make more friends than enemies. Although, sometimes this is not the case, as when he is sarcastic, he tends to annoy people and being manipulative sure doesn’t help. Ash
also lets off that he doesn’t want to have to put an effort into what he does–possibly mostly if he is not benefiting from it.
Another thing to note, that Ash–or at least this one–is more aggressive and will not hesitate to display cruelty as one’s expense.
Abilities: Ash utilizes a strange green flame with exceptional
skills and with that comes with his knowledge of martial arts. Along
with this, he has a high agility compared to others and has the strange skill to take things away from people–whether it be objects or powers.
Name: Riley Freeman
Notable features: dreadlocks, angry blackness
Powers: being a knucklehead
Possessions: frying pan
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Name: Suika Ibuki
Notable Features: horns, loliness
Powers: control/manipulation of density, herculean strength, inhuman liquor tolerance
Possessions: jug of infinite liquor
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Fuyuki City
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Fuyuki City is one of many typical modern day cities in Japan; however, the city itself continues to recover from a catastrophic explosion which burned down a large portion of the city in the last decade of the 20th century. The explosion itself was attributed to faulty gas lines, but the truth was far from it.
The city’s territory is host to one of the Earth’s largest concentrations of spiritual energy. Its spiritual density attracted the attention of the Holy Grail War, a tournament of battle between sorcerers vying for control of a relic, the Holy Grail. The Fourth Holy Grail War, the first hosted in the city, ended abruptly with no clear victor: instead leaving behind a city in the fires of panic and uncertainty. Approximately ten years after the catastrophe, the Holy Grail has resurfaced once more, inviting the Fifth Holy Grail War to Fuyuki City, to decide whether or not there will be a soul strong enough to take possession of the Holy Grail.
Despite this, Fuyuki City has enjoyed a relatively stable sense of peace and communal unity following the catastrophe. Many economists make good mention of the city’s swift financial recovery from the disaster through the city council’s efforts in the housing and private sectors; citing motivation from the revitalization of the American metropolis of New Gotham.
so uh… what’s good?
Who wants to hook up with a gypsy, in a black mans world? :sad: I’ll breakdance on all yall bitchezzzz…
<---- Down for joinin a team, LETmeKNO
BREAKDANCE
ternity: Niggapocalypse Episode 1 -Story Thread-
**Niggapocalypse Episode 1: **
The Message
15. Grandmaster Flash & The Furious Five - The Message ~ The Message
[LEFT]The streets shone a bright green and ripe yellow, with the slick-from-rain pavement reflecting the neon signs lingered across tall buildings. This was the Aristotlian district of New Gotham, NJ, where the yellow and brown people from the Land of Gods brought their hope and their families. From the hundreds of people walking, chattering, eating and playing across the streets even this late at midnight, it was clear how lively the borough was. Approaching the district was a unique mass of people ? around sixty ex-convicts, their muscles bulging and their faces instilling fear. An out-of-place bespectacled Korean assassin in a black suit. A little albino girl with long white hair and a big red collar. [/LEFT]
?Do you smell that, General Park?? the girl asked, tugging on the Korean man’s blazer. ?That’s the smell of the people! The smell of the Revolution! Am I right??
?It smells more like tofurkey,? Park replied, pointing to a tofu dealer’s cart. ?We’ve been walking around this neighborhood for about an hour now. Are you sure Jamal said to meet up with him here, Princess Beatrix??
?Yes! I’m sure he’s sure! And don’t call me Princess. Right now, I’m ‘Niglette-B.’? Pin grabbed Park’s free hand, tugging him along. ?Now, you’ve got cash right?? The Korean man looked down at the girl with a raised eyebrow, but was dragged along with her anyway. Pin’s army of niggas also followed, despite being quickly forgotten by her.
?What do you need my money for??
?That,? Pin said, finally stopping in front of a shop window. ?I want that.? Proudly on display before them were a selection of platinum rims. ?I hear these are status symbols. Obviously, I want the biggest ones.? The Niggapocalypse themselves appeared mesmerized by the valuable metals covering the tire accessory. Many of the niggas fogged up the window with their breath ? others among them looked around the street in search of a rock to chuck through the glass.
?Do we even have a car??
?Nope! That’s next! But right now, I want those rims right there! The one with ‘FUCK Y’ALL’ written on it in ruby!?
?I don’t know why, but I’m compelled to obey your every command. Fine, but let’s try to maintain as much discretion as possible, okay?? Park added. Pin nodded, grinning like a child who knows she’s going to do wrong.
?Hey y’all!? Park and Pin looked behind, recognizing the voice.
?Glad you made it, Jamal.? Jamal Clinton, Black American revolutionary, strategic coordinator and one of three generals of the Niggapocalypse finally met up with the group, with nearly thirty members he had just gathered himself.
?Ladies and gentlemen, even I’m surprised by who I managed to pull.? The afro’ed revolutionary stepped aside, proudly showing off his distinguished batallion. Barring Chulo Chino, the meditative Puerto Rican thug, many of the new members were as wild a contrast to the inmates Pin and Park already gathered as possible ? metahumans, martial artists, mages and even machines gathered together under the apocalyptic banner of Princess Beatrix Pin.
?Jamal… you didn’t…? Park was a professional killer, someone whose eyes were permanently transfixed to the underworld. He had seen ten lifetimes worth of sights. He had stolen several dozen lifetimes himself. But the gathering of celebrities, in this capacity? And they would be on his side?? Park’s bottom lip was kissing the pavement.
?Yes. I did.? Jamal said.
?Is that Magneto, pro-mutant terrorist? Black Panther, the King of Wakanda and his bride, Storm? Do I see Iron Man??
?War Machine,? the man in the gray armor said. ?I’m War Machine.?
?Okay. Sorry. Wait, why is that PlayStation 2 here?? Park asked, referring to the video game console sitting upright on the ground besides Jamal.
?We’re an equal rights operation, Mr. Park. Come on man, you think I’m racist??
?Fine,? Park acquiesced. ?Wait a second. Is that a dinosaur?? After getting over the initial shock of meeting so many metahumans, Park and the Niggapocalypse then focused on the big dinosaur standing next to the girl wearing nothing but purple.
?Hold your tongue, human. I am a proud warrior, slayer of thousands of my enemies! What have you to say?? The velociraptor bore its fangs at Park, causing Princess Pin to recoil in terror. Park smiled to himself, eyes shut from the grinning, while the Niggapocalypse behind them all began to grunt and curse loudly, apparently raising their strength statistic in preparation.
?Relax. I liked the idea of dinosaurs since I was a kid,? Park explained. ?Especially raptors. Dinosaurs don’t actually talk, correct??
?That’s because I’m not a dinosaur.? The raptor collapsed in front of them, the gears and components of its body bending back and folding in all at once, transforming into a humanoid robot. ?My name is Dinobot, and I am a proud Maximal!?At this point, the long-coiffed girl in the purple outfit clutched onto Dinobot, visibly holding him back.
?Stop it Dinobot!? she yelled out. The Maximal stopped struggling for a moment, and reverted back to his raptor form, the Niggapocalypse breathing a collective sigh of relief. The woman stroked Dinobot’s long neck once before turning to the entire gathered party. ?I’m Sion Eltnam Atlasia. I’m sincerely sorry about all of this,? Sion said while bowing. Princess Pin stepped forward, intrigued by the girl.
?That’s amazing! You no doubt used your womanly charms to coerce the maximum to stand down! And you’re so calm and polite too…?
?It’s ‘Maximal,’ but this Dinobot is actually a protoform… actually, never mind. It’s a long story. Let me say something. I don’t know much about why all gathered here, but I’m employed by the Mage’s Association. As far as I know, this is all a complex matter of American sociopolitics that must resolve itself. However, the reason I visited this country was to compare the differences between the superpowers of American metahumans and the magic of the Geisterran and Aristotlian mages. This unique gathering of metahumans will greatly aid my research, so I thank you all for the opportunity and I’ll do my best.? Sion again bowed as Dinobot turned away, clearly disgusted with Sion’s humility. Pin, Jamal and Park smiled to themselves, realizing they gained at least one reliable sounding team member. Chulo Chino had already walked over by a corner and lit up a cigarette while the rest of the Niggapocalypse stared into Sion’s eyes, seemingly with lust.
?'Ey, what cho name is?? one of the 'pocalypse, a chiseled bald black man with the name Daquan tattooed on his chest, approached Sion.
?I just addressed myself. Sion Eltnam Atla-?
?What kinda country ass name is that? Sign Ellen Atwhatthefuck. Yo, anyway Ellen, wanna smash?? Sion looked up at the man apparently called Daquan with the same expression that a child looks at God with once his puppy is killed.
?Uh… I don’t know what that means, but I don’t think I’d want to do it with you anyway.?
?MAN, WHATEVER BITCH, YOU JUST A STUCK UP BAMA WITH A WEAVE!!? Daquan shuffled back into obscurity, going back inside the throng of now laughing niggas.
?Buck buck buck buck buck! Right?? Princess Pin added.
?Anyway, now that our motley crew is assembled we should at least talk about why we’re here.? Jamal Clinton took his fist pick and strummed his afro through it, leading the entire group to a large apartment complex with a big marketplace below it. ?Standing in front of you are the Chungking Heights. They’re a unique apartment complex since the first two floors are actually a giant in-door flea market. Beyond that, on top of the commercial base of the building are four towers. These towers are where the apartments lie, except for one, D-Block, which is a giant parking lot. Park, I think you might know why we’re here.?
?Yes,? Park Kun-wan continued. ?These buildings are owned by an underworld figure named Crow. His strategy was unique ? he built up a roster of charismatic rap artists to lead an army of foot soldiers. Not the most sound, but many successful strategies aren’t either,? Park said, making sure not to make it clear he was referring to themselves. ?As it turns out, Crow is suspected by many other underworld figures of having a sponsor ? that is, someone powerful is giving him the money and the resources to rule this district of New Gotham.?
?Correct,? Jamal said. ?Our modus operandi is to investigate Crow’s operation to find out who is sponsoring him, if he’s even being sponsored at all. Of course, we don’t plan on directly engaging him, but seeing as he’s actually in town tonight that might be difficult.?
?Wait! We don’t plan on ‘directly engaging’ this Crow guy?? Bea asked. ?If he’s making everyone here miserable because he’s a crime boss, then we should just take him out!?
?It’s not that simple,? Park said. ?If we were to displace Crow, the void in power would result in several young, ambitious rivals trying to claim his place. That, of course, will lead to outright violence on the streets. If we do end up fighting him, we have to try not to reduce the scale of his pull in the underworld ? at least, not yet.?
?Okay. I understand,? Bea said. ?What’s the plan??
?I have a resident from Chungking Heights here. Let him explain some things to you first.? Jamal turned to face a young boy in an orange jumpsuit, who looked a tad bit out of place among the superheroes and the black people. ?Go ahead, kid.?
?Right! I’m Naruto Uzumaki, Hokage-in-training!? Naruto stood there, his chest swelling with pride, but Princess Pin only laughed at him.
?HA HA HA HA HA!!! Did… did you just say you were a ho-in-training??
?No! HO-KA-GE! Leader of the Konoha ninja?! Don’t you know anything?! DATTEBAYO!?
?Ha… ha… What the hell’s a Hokage? A Konoha? What the fuck does dattebayo mean?!? Princess Pin asked, now screaming. She stomped off to Naruto and clutched on his collar. ?I don’t speak Mexican!?
?Uh… fine. It means something, sort of like, ‘believe it?’?
?Okay! Just say that instead!?
?Sure. ‘Believe it!’?
?Great! Uh, it still sounds half-retarded but you’re getting there kid!? Pin smiled, granting Naruto a thumbs up.
?Fine. Thanks. Anyway, Chungking Heights is an apartment building. It’s more like four apartment buildings built on top of one big base. A bunch of Konoha ninja and I live in A-Block, which is the most popular building. A-Block is also where Crow’s main office is, which I think is also his personal apartment. There are a lot of his guards in there, but we didn’t really seem to notice him. Actually, most of us Konoha ninja wouldn’t have even agreed to renting out rooms from this building if we knew what he was doing! We have to kick his ass!?
?YEAH! BUST THAT NIGGA CROW’S ASS!? One of the loud voices from within the Niggapocalypse said.
?Fuck Crow, nigga owes me five dollars!?
?That faggot look like a bootleg Snoop Dogg.?
?Um, Park,? Pin said, ?I don’t think we’ll be able to stop them all from fighting Crow.?
?I expected as much. Fine. We can fight him, but try not to completely ruin the guy either, okay?? Park declared, laying down the law of the land. ?Seriously, we won’t know what effect it’ll have on the city as a whole until at least a month later.?
As you walk in, the scent of over a dozen ethnic cuisines flare up your nostrils. Restaurants and freshly prepared meat are abound in this grungy yet lively area. A cascade of signs hang from the ceiling and along the walls in a multitude of languages, but the prices beside the dollar signs are universally understood…
Commercial Base - The commercial base is not unlike a giant international flea market. Nearly anything and everything, including services, can be purchased here on the cheap from around the world, so long as you know the right people. Fish are an especially valuable commodity.
Pics: 1, 2
Block A ? Japanese themed. Filled with all sorts of sliding doors with paper-windows, resembling a geisha house. As it just so happens, this is where many of the Hidden Village of the Leaf Chuunin are housed. They are blissfully unaware of the criminal underworld which lies just next door, since most of them are busy running erands around and outside New Gotham all day long. Most of the ninjas who are available will most likely cooperate with you against Crow’s men once you explain what you’re doing.
Pics: 1, 2
Block B ? Resembles a modern, standard apartment building, save for the nearly impenetrable security system on the top floor. This building is more of a break from the pace of the round, and there are even a few inviting rooms you can enter (for example, the one guy on the fourth floor whose door is always open so people can come in and challenge him to Madden on the PlayStation 8, or the apartment of the lady who always gives people free food ? stuff like that).
**Pics: **1, 2
Block C ? Just a giant multi-layered parking garage. You can drive cars here to your heart’s content as soon as you can fix one, though.
Pics: 1, 2
Block D ? The grungiest apartment building, filled with all manner of sexual perversion. Includes a very nice jazz club at the top of the tower though, as an allegory to economic disparity. Princess Pin will be hanging around here, making social commentary.
Pics: 1, 2
**Round Midpoint: 11:30 PM CST
Round End: 4:30 PM CST
Notes**: If you require any help, either PM Bowling Pin or Ryudo, or log into #ri on mIRC’s Xelium server.
ternity: Niggapocalypse Episode 1 -Gameplay Thread-
Welcome! This is the gameplay thread for Episode 1. From now on, story and gameplay threads are to be kept separate. Let us begin with the roster of players.
RockBogart - Black Panther (Marvel Comics) [S] / Dolemite (Dolemite) [A]
Wild Kitty - Barret Wallace (Final Fantasy VII) [S] / Storm (Marvel Comics) [A]
Soulshard01 - Saber (Fate/stay night) [S] / Emiya Shirou (Fate/stay night) [A]
G.O.T. - Reiji Yamazaki (Fatal Fury) [S] / War Machine (Marvel Comics) [A]
Mizuki - Sion Eltnam Atlasia (Melty Blood) [S] / Dinobot (Beast Wars Transformers) [A]
Just Some Guy - PlayStation 2 (Sony) [S]
**LordLocke **- Paul Phoenix (Tekken) [S]
Nude Bob Dole - Pookie (IRL) [S]
**NarutoUzumaki **- Naruto Uzumaki (Naruto) [S]
Lady Lionheart - Rock Howard (Garou: Mark of the Wolves) [S]
**Lumintrium **- Demyx (Kingdom Hearts II) [S]
**ArcadeFire **- Venom (Marvel Comics) [S] / Jagi (Fist of the North Star) [A]
**Cleofis Randolph **- Riley Freeman (The Boondocks) [S] / Suika Ibuki (Touhou) [A]
**Elitericerocket - Magneto (Marvel Comics) [S]
Chris **- Dave Chappelle (IRL) [S]
**4neqs **- Chun-Li (Street Fighter) [S] / Yuffie Kisaragi (Final Fantasy VII) [A]
**ToyRobotTerror **- Rasputin (World Heroes) [S] / Mr. 2 Bon Clay (One Piece) [A]
**Compound **- Eddie Gordo (Tekken) [S]
**Amethyst **- Jason G (Beatdown: Fists of Vengeance) [S]
Midnight Shadow - Yugo Ohgami (Bloody Roar) [S]
Lucent - Darth Vader (The Vader Sessions) [S] / Nig1+2 [A]
Adam Warlock - Kujo Jotaro (Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure) [S] / The Genie (Disney’s Aladdin) [A]
Public Assists:
Chulo Chino
-Demolitions (2 slots)
Park Kun-wan
-Improvise (2 slots)
Jamal Clinton
-Inspiration (2 slots)
Missions
Capitalistic Mental
The first couple of floors of Chungking Heights are not unlike an international indoor flea market. As you walk further in, you notice a wide variety of wares sold in small shops and booths, from exotic dresses to tools, decorations, and video games - many bootleg. If you’re particularly adept at building devices, are already in possession of certain illicit goods, or are willing to steal items to sell for you own profit, you can play the role of merchant and gain the money needed to further the Revolution! Viva Niggapocalypse! Keeping the money you make for yourself is fine, too.
*Invest: 1-3 AP. Base BP: 10. *
*Hazard Rating: **
Defeat Crow’s Foot Soldiers
Crow’s hired goons might be a notch above the usual thug most are somewhat adept in martial arts or grappling but they’re still goons who can be defeated with patience or teamwork. As Crow’s office is in the Block A tower, all his foot soldiers will be found here.
*Invest: 1-3 AP. Base BP: 10. *
*Hazard Rating: ***
Follow the Money
In order to weed out the corrupting outside interests of the minority community, the princess has sent Park to investigate Block B. The top floor of this tower is used as Crow’s extended office, containing loads of detailed paper trails revealing where his resources come from. Crow’s men will usually guard this floor, but they are currently predisposed in Block A. In their place is an elaborate surveillance system, and Block B is dotted with cameras and silent alarms.
*Invest: 2-4 AP. Base BP: 12. *
*Hazard Rating: ***
The Vehicular Graveyard
Block C serves as a giant parking lot for the inhabitants and the customers of Chungking Heights. At the very top is a scrap heap, a reminder of Crow’s initial grand theft auto operation. The scrap heap is in great disarray, although skilled mechanics have all the equipment necessary to repair and even refurbish these cars. If you can manage to rebuild your own ride, you can roll to the next round location in style!
Invest: 2-4 AP. Base BP: 12.
*Hazard Rating: **
**Den of Inequity **Base BP: 10
Block D is much like a brothel. Many of the apartment renters will loan their rooms here hours at a time for compensation, and a wide variety of women are available for certain services, men as well if you’re so inclined. Many of these transients happen to have information about the criminal underworld information that they will be hard-pressed to reveal. Perhaps you can convince them to spill their guts, one way or another?
*Invest: 2-4 AP. Base BP: 12.
**Hazard Rating: **
Tutorial Mode!
[LEFT]16. Shoji Meguro - Derek Stiles’ Theme ~ Trauma Center: Second Opinion
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Greetings comrade. My name is Teta Hyral.
I’m Alma Beoulve. Nice to meet you!
Teta: If you are reading this, you have joined the Revolution. In that case, the future, your children, and your children’s children all thank you. Together, we will bring down the aristocratic and the capitalist pigs who will no doubt lead humanity toward ruin!
Alma: Um, actually, the reason we’re here is to help explain the battle system. It’s very “special,” and Professor Daravon wasn’t confident enough to explain it himself.
Teta: Yes. This battle system is one that encourages unification of the People. Without team work and laying aside your ego for the good of the all, you will not prosper in the world of ternity!
Alma: Okay. Let’s begin. The first thing you have to do is declare what skills your characters will have.
Teta: Yes, the working man is a noble man, skilled in many practical arts. Ergo, you must declare skills for both your main sponsor character and, if applicable, your assist character.
Alma: At the beginning of the game you have 4 slots to fill, and abilities have a value of 1-3 slots. You can fill your skill set with as little as two or as many as four skills as of right now. [/LEFT]
[LEFT]Teta: In order towin the game, you must be the player with the highest number of Bonus Points. Bonus Points, or BP, are gained through successfully completing missions. To complete missions, you must have the right skills. [/LEFT]
[LEFT]Alma: Of course Teta, you can’t just complete every mission with only a maximum of four skills. You’d be very hard pressed to, since all the missions of a given episode encompass a wide variety of skills! You could be fighting in one mission and seducing women in another![/LEFT]
[LEFT]Teta: I’d seduce you.[/LEFT]
[LEFT]Alma: What?[/LEFT]
[LEFT]Teta: Nothing. Anyway, Alma is correct. One character working alone cannot simply win the game. That is why it is strongly encouraged for you to join a team.
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Alma: That’s what I was about to get to! A team is comprised of a maximum of three characters. These include Sponsors, Assists, and Public Assists.
Teta: Remember: Assists begin the game with a maximum of 2 slots with which to equip skills. That is at most one skill, or at least two. If you have assists, choose your skills for them wisely! Remember, you can switch members in your team in and out at the round Midpoint, which typically occurs about 15 hours after the round begins.
Alma: Public Assists are free agent NPCs who can join more than one team at a time. Player characters like sponsors and assists can only join one team at a time. Also, if there are two player sponsors who want to team up, but both have an assist, one of the sponsors must give up the assist.
Teta: If you also feel inclined, the player in question can actually give up one of his sponsor characters in favor of the assist joining the team. Regardless, the character who does not make the team becomes a public assist and can be promoted back to a personal assist later if the player so desires.
Alma: Right. Hey, Teta.
Teta: What is it, my bourgeois associate who will surely be damned in hell?
Alma: How do you form teams?
Teta: Simple enough.
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Teta: Also, why did you leave your real name as your user name? That’s Rule #1 on the list of things you don’t do on the Internet!
Alma: I’m sorry, okay! Oh, I see Xzibit is in our party?
Teta: Yes. Xzibit is in our party, and he is a public assist. This team is now legal and valid unless another player involved in the team has an objection to being on it. Do you object to being on my team, Alma?
Alma: Um… not yet, I guess. Wait! Where did you get that cool black forum skin?!
Teta: That would be “SRK Black,” a premium member only skin. Unlike you, I support the revolution! The FIGHTING GAME revolution! Anyway, I declared my skills, so you declare yours.
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Alma: Wait, wait, WAIT! Why did you make me put all these skills on myself?! I don’t know any martial arts!
Teta: Fufufufu~ Welcome to AEternity, Alma Beoulve, where anyone can be anything! Actually, what skills you decide to put on your character are all up to you. I would have equipped these skills myself, but, you know, I can’t simply sully my hands when I have to be the brains behind our team, right?
Alma: I don’t know… maybe… I’m so confused!
Teta: It’ll come with time, girl. Now, let’s examine Xzibit’s skills.
Alma: I see! He only has two slots because he’s an assist character!
Teta: Correct, Alma. I think we’re ready to under go a mission! Let’s look at the Niggapocalypse Round 1 missions!
Alma: Hmm… What about the car mission?
Teta: Sure! Let’s look at it.
Teta: Good. Let’s look at the minimum investment 2 AP. In order to complete a mission, you must declare a skill toward a mission by spending 1 AP. Sponsors have 12 AP per episode while assists have 6 AP. Public assists don’t have AP, so the cost must be paid by one of the team’s characters. You can declare which member you’re using to cast the public assist skills when you’re posting. Anyway as you can see, you must invest at least 2 AP, which means you will have to put in at least two skills to win this mission.
Alma: Got it. Okay. Which skills are they, and how do we complete the mission?
Teta: Let me put you on point as leader. The leader of the team will vary on a mission by mission basis.
Alma: Okay!
Teta: Now cast your abilities at it.
Alma: …wait, are you sure? I only have one skill that can be used toward Mission Completion, as indicated by the MC acronym beside the skill’s description!
Teta: I’m gonna prove a point, yes. Make sure to declare the M-ISM versions of the skills we aren’t attacking other sponsors. Yet.
Alma: …uh, sure.
Teta: Oooh! Nasty! You went and invested 3 AP into it?
Alma: I figured, why not? I assumed since you had me use Martial Arts, it would somehow complete the mission…
Teta: No no no! I wanted to show what happens when you use the wrong skills!
Alma: …what?!
Teta: That’s right! You fucked up! All you accomplished was beating up the car with your fists of fury.
Alma: Oh, god no…
Teta: Let’s take a look at the hazard rating. One star, right?
Alma: Yes.
Teta: Good. Your hazard rating indicates how many damage levels you have taken. It’s one star times one AP invested in an incorrect skill. You invested three AP into an incorrect skill Martial Arts. 3 AP times 1 hazard = 3 levels of damage. If you incur 5 levels of damage, none of your skills can be used to complete this mission. Rememer, damage levels reset on new missions, so if you fail one you’re free to try another mission.
Alma: Oh god… I hate you, Teta. ;_;
Teta: The aristocratic pig’s tears are full of such sweet salt. I will drink from them.
Alma: What?
Teta: Nothing. Anyway, let’s switch leaders now. We can do that in the middle of a mission.
Teta: We can do this. Let’s read the description again do you see where it says skilled mechanics?
Alma: Yes, it’s right there in the 2nd to last sentence.
Teta: Good. Which skill do you think grants you the ability of a mechanic?
Alma: …oh my god. It’s Engineer! See?
Teta: Yes. Now, there is one more skill needed to complete this mission. Which of the skills do you think you have to use?
Alma: …I see! You also have to use Drive, right? These are cars and you have to obviously use them to make sure they work!
Teta: Yes. Unfortunately, I do not have Drive. I do have something else though Improvise. It allows me to use any 1 slot skill in its place.
Alma: I see. What’s that bonus reward you’re missing out on?
Teta: I can only invest the minimum amount of AP into the skill 1. To make up for it, I’m going to invest 3 AP into my Engineer skill, to make up the maximum amount of 4 AP I can invest.
Teta: Since we already know that Engineer and Drive are necessary to complete this mission, at the round midpoint we will be awarded our BP. All team members on a team will win BP, whether they contributed skills or not, except for public assists. Also, remember this: the leader undergoing a mission can also use skills that one of their teammates has. We mentioned this was a necessity for public assists, but this is also the case for another sponsor on the same team.
Alma: Huh. Wait! Why didn’t you tell me that before I wasted my AP?!
Teta: To humiliate you.
Alma: ;_;
Teta: Anyway, at the midpoint, we will be awarded 4 AP times base 12 BP. That is, 48 BP. Very nice.
Alma: That was great Teta! I’m understanding this system finally! Kind of.
Teta: I knew you could do it, kiddo! Now, let’s begin!
NOTICE!
This Bastard Universe drafting and Episode 0 will now begin on June 28th at approximately 10 AM CST.
Starting four threads at the same time? lol no.
Remember folks, you have to declare your team in this thread. If you did it in the drafting thread, it isn’t valid.
If anyone wants to team up let me know. Aim is AdamSmashem and I’m at work so I have access to aim on my phone more often than I do SRK.