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*is stage* NOT EVER
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Nightwatcher Boon/Bane (Game)
Ark1002 replied to killersquirrel59's topic in Forum Games & Random Stuff
Granted, but you will never win another game in your life I wish I was actually a Steel Inquisitor -
*Tramples both with a horse*
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@Voidus @MacThorstenson @Nohadon
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Ambrosia felt something happen. She didn't know what had happened, or where. But she felt suddenly that she was in danger. And so were the twins. Luckily, she could teleport. She sent a quick text to Tena. I feel like I'm in danger. Could I come to your house? @Ark's Boyfriend @bees?
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The Rift had been destroyed. The Red Phoenix was gone. The Dark Phoenix was calming. The Guilds were hiding. The timing was perfect. Lord Ajax waved his hands, and the ceiling opened, slowly. The flying members were into the sky within seconds. The rest waited impatiently as the floor slowly lifted up. They reached the ground, and they spilled out in a massive field of demons, people, spren, and other creatures. Dotted among the monstrosities was humans, Singers, Sleepless. They all wore uniforms, black and gold, emblazoned with a purple nightshade flowers, and the words Bureau of Villainy. But the creatures overshadowed them easily. Ranging from human sized to one the size of the Alleyzon skyscraper, they were all dangerous, destructive. And they all worked for Lord Ajax. They moved forward toward the city, some flying ahead, some sprinted, slowly lumbering. Around them, grass burnt, long tracks were carved through the dirt, massive chunks of earth and stone were turned to glass, crystal, steel. The landscape had the look of a terribly diseased man or woman. Mismatched colors, scars and pockmarks. It was all beautiful to him. The first arrived, and all the others were not far behind. Biggest, the large one, was shaped like a wheel, spiked and dark. Everything it touched was ripped to shreds by the spikes, which were actually thousands of clawed hands. It ripped apart a building as he watched. He would go soon, but he wanted to save the best for last. The Guilds could fight the monsters, barely. But him... they would be like mewling kittens as he took everything they had for himself. The Dark Phoenix was quickly not the only thing in the sky. It was surrounded by harpies, spren, dragons, and worse. But still it hovered. Fine with him. The Dark Horde was released. He cackled, mismatched eyes glowing bright.
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^This one has writeup in photo form I'm gonna stop now, I think you get the point
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I'll sign up. Why isn't there a write up tho... I'll sign up as Voidapple.
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Creativity entered the gathering. They were in male form, with tattoos of skulls by their eyes. He had a long trench coat, leopard fur. It was open in the front, displaying his extremely muscular and tattooed chest. And his kilt. "Why am I here now? What do you wish of me gods? Will I be useful?" His rainbow eyes flashed. @AonEne
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@AonEne
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Hollowed out with it inside. And yes, Creativity would do it to themself.
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Well, good game. That was quick...
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Syringes could just be needles with the chemical injected. The fingernails don't have to move. If the eyes stay as one form, they could just be tattooed (they can do that with eyes) Would that work?
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The building melted, step by step. Slowly, it was reduced to a slightly magical heap of slag. She turned, looking upon the city. Will I burn this too?
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Tournament: Cosmere Character Roast Battles
Ark1002 replied to Ashspren's topic in Forum Games & Random Stuff
Well, that's everyone. Shall we commence? -
@AonEne
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But do you know you are here?
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HOLY CRAP I'M IN A THOUSAND TIMES OVER
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Chaos. The Dark Phoenix screeched. It had taken the other Phoenix. The Red Phoenix. Her very soul ached at the thought of the Enemy controlling her mind, directing her, enslaving her. Then she realized something. The Alleystorm gave her more power. It also gave her more control. She changed the way her mindlinks worked, and directed them. All of them. Into the Enemy. Not an image. Not words. Just a feeling, all encompassing. Like Rioting and Soothing, but worse. Every thought would be overloaded with the feeling. The senses would shut down. The mind would blank, except for this emotion. The emotion was one thing. <Shame> The enemy would have his mind blanked for a full five seconds, and only feel shame. She howled in satisfaction, and did a small loop in the sky. Dark Phoenix would kill them. Burn them. They were ants to be crushed, a disgusting slime on the face of the earth. She would compete for the sky with the Red Phoenix, but this was more important. Kill them all. In a flash, she turned, directing all her power, all of it, toward the PlasmaCore building. Her form shrunk to a small Phoenix, maybe half of the size of the Red Phoenix. But the blast of heat, in a beam, broke the air around it. The sound of thunder resonated through the city, but it didn't stop. It. Just. Kept. Going. And the PlasmaCore building, at the top, slowly moving down, began to melt. She howled her frustration into the heavens as it burnt.
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I'm boooored Imma go draw more maps
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Well, song and poem. Apparently can't get it up today, sorry.
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