Vargo Seldon

YYYYYYYYAAAAAAAASSSSS COOKIES FOR EVERYONE JOIN THE ALLEYVERSE THE DA IS BETTER THAN TUBA JOIN THE DIAGRAMISTS!!!! While her cookie may be safe to eat (and TUBA certified), @Thorax the changeling, the cookie that I'm about to offer you, courtesy of the DA, is not only partially safe, but also grants you neat powers. Of course, you'll have to omnipotent force of entropy and destruction whispering in your ear, but whatever. Like we all haven't had that at one point. Edti: This felt so good to get off my chest ^. I've been so restrained...

AT LAST, MERE MORTALS, I AM HERE TO BREAK THE NO-POST SPELL THAT'S BEEN CAST UPON US!!! YOU HAVE WAITED LONG FOR THIS DAY, FOR ME TO SAY THESE TWO SIMPLE WORDS: I... WIN...

Are you going to say "I just won" over and over again? Well, I can do you won better: I just one.

Stormbreaker nodded. He and Hasharan jumped down the shaft simultaneously, both holding on to the sides to slow their descent. Hasharan's shardplate absorbed the impact, while Stormbreaker just took it in stride. Hasharan drew his Shardblade, and Stormbreaker drew his broadsword. To any other man, it would be a sword almost to large to lift. However, Stormbreaker's huge hands handled it deftly. Hasharan kicked open the metal doors with his plate-enhanced legs, and they flew across the hall. Both of them jumped out into combat stances, properly spaced so they wouldn't hurt each other. Then, they readied themselves to attack whatever was there. @Grey Knight @Ax's Boyfriend ——— Galvris stepped out into the city full of death. His gateway had taken him from the forge, to a street he remembered had a very good bagel place near Plasmacore. He looked around with sad eyes at the destruction. He would never love this city like he did Oasis, but it was still home. He'd helped rebuild it after the Seven Day war, though he hadn't been present for the war itself, and after Solace threatened destruction. Still, it was always good to see two sides to the problem, so he strode towards Plasmacore. Killing a parrot-headed man with a blast of energy, he slowly opened a gateway. Inside it, everything was black. It was almost as if nothing existed. Except for a small platform. When skimming, everyone had a platform tailored to their preferences. Galvris's was a triangular shaped platform, with the Ghostblood symbol etched into the surface. He stepped out onto it, and willed it to move forwards. There was no wind, no visual effects. The only way he new he was moving was the acceleration. He skimmed to where he judged the headquarters of Plasmacore to be, opening a gateway there. He stepped out, ready to face whatever was there. @Ax's Boyfriend again

Darkness looked at Mike, raising an eyebrow. "Your girlfriend can burn the city down, is part of the bureau of villainy, and can boss that guy around?" He said, "All I can say is: may Voidus help your future." With that, he plunged deeper into the building, hoping the others would follow. @Sorana @Rest of team ——— Stormbreaker peered down the elevator shaft. He looked to the Space Marine. "Yes, it is a choke point, but if me and Hasharan go first, we can hold it long enough for the rest of you to get down. We're both heavy duty fighters. I'm more skilled, and he has shardplate. Together, we can hold it almost indefinitely since we both do not tire." @Grey Knight

Stormbreaker paused, giving a rope to Edalb. She was the most agile of all of them. She lithely climbed the elevator shaft, dropping the rope down when she reached a spot about halfway. Hasharan scaled the rope, worrying about both his and the shardplate's weight. It held, albeit with some creaking, and he made it to the top. After reaching the top, he ripped the doors off the elevator shaft, stepping through with a sigh of relief. Stormbreaker gestured for everyone to go up. He drew one of his weapons, spinning it lazily while keeping a sharp vigil. @Sorana @Grey Knight

I don't understand. Why is Ark's main plot not satisfying? I think it's pretty good. Of course, ranting my opinions here does no good because most of you aren't members of the Alleyverse. One wonders if it's just a method of spouting controversial things without fear of retribution. Or one wonders if I just like posting random things here in order to win.

I was foolish enough to leave this tab open I lost. Edit: Guess what popped up in my notifications!

Uh huh. I lost (again)

Maybe I should quote/mention random people, hoping they lose the game like @Doomstick did with me.

Darkness looked fearfully at this skinny character. He usually didn't fear for his life, but if anything could kill him, this thing could. He drew two katanas. If he was going to fight, he'd want it at arms length. He then turned and, channeling a large amount of kinetic energy, kicked the Plasmacore door in. "Everybody in, NOW!" He yelled. They had to get away from the tattered man. @xinoehp512 @Sorana @Silva @Ark's Boyfriend @I think I am here. @Darth Woodrack ——— Stormbreaker followed the Space Marines in. The room within Plasmacore was dark and foreboding. He looked at the bodies with a critical eye. The killer had not been stable, whoever he was. Stormbreaker walked forwards towards another door, his Lurker team covering his back. Hasharan drew his shardplate, and Stormbreaker yanked the door open. Stormbreaker dodged to the side as he did so, and Hasharan charged into the room, swing his blade to eliminate potiential enemies. @Grey Knight @Ax's Boyfriend

Galvris stayed silent, the animosity towards the guilds almost palpable. And being a Ghostblood himself, he had no desire to stir the pot. Lena began leaving, and the expression on Alask's face was one of pure desperation. Galvris needed to go, to check on Ciera, to help with Plasmacore. But the forge had been his home for a time as well. He felt torn between two forces. Alask needed him, but so did the rest of Alleycity. Logically, one should put the people of the city first. But it was hard to put a face the nameless citizens. Galvris had always liked to remove himself from the issues. With his power, it was always easy to be a bystander, to observe. But the forge was a special place. And what was there to observe if Alleycity was destroyed? Finally he made a decision. Regardless of his feelings, the city came first. "Goodbye Alask," he said, creating a gateway, "I will return, but the city needs me." The Ghostbloods need me, he thought, but Alask probably wouldn't understand that part. With a last farewell, he stepped through. @I think I am here.

Yes, please tell us. I'm quite curious.

Stormbreaker stood on the platform with his Lurker team. He'd covered his armor in oil to prevent the luster to give away his position. He'd also dampened the joints with cloth to prevent clanking. The operator's hand hovered over the button, eyes drilled to the monitor. It flickered. The operator just barely missed it. The shield went down. The operator hammered the button with his hand, and Stormbreaker's team was teleported in. Seconds later, it was back up and flickering. It wouldn't be long before the Invincible Reason's artillery could demolish the building. ——— All was silent in the confines of the building. Stormbreaker and his team moved towards the core of the building, silently dealing guards on their way. @Ax's Boyfriend

You do realize that this thread on other forums has exceeded 2,000 pages.

Stormbreaker solemnly nodded, handing his armor to his armored to be repaired. He would lead this strike himself. He browsed Invincible Reason's inventory of weapons, choosing a suitable one. Stombreaker was highly trained in almost every form of combat, so the only thing that he needed to consider was what weapon would be most effective for the coming mission. Preferably something small enough to carry stealthily, yet large enough to deal with a large amount of enemies. The longsword would probably be most suitable, considering the perfect sword patterns, yet Stormbreaker was just slightly tired of swords. He perused them, noticing something on the far wall. There were two of them. They were large discs of metal, with a handle in the center. The result was a handle with two curved scimitar-like blades curving around to form a near-perfect disc. It was a rare Scadrian weapon, whose name had been lost to history. Stormbreaker had been lucky enough to find an old man in Eastern Scadrial who'd taught him it's ways. He plucked one off the rack, spinning it deftly with one hand. These would do nicely, and furthermore, they could be adapted to fit the perfect sword patterns. He returned to the bridge, donning his armor again, nodding to his Silent Lurker team. He was ready.

Darkness nodded, and ran to greet Mike. "What's the plan Mike?" He asked. Stormbreaker nodded, "Of course. So when the shield flickers again, my team will be teleported in?"

Galvris looked at her incredulously, until he saw her eyes. This girl was far older than her years. Still, he was an extremely powerful channeler, as well as a moderately powerful epic, and a swordmaster, and an expert in most forms of combat. He wasn't about to be intimidated by a sixteen year-old girl, no matter how mature. But still... those eyes. He shrugged, saying, "I've let my blade skills slip. No practice like the real thing." He drew his sword, and charged. The heronmark blade was of the finest make, made of several types of steel mixed to the most effective blend of strength, hardness, and flex. He'd channeled the metal out of the ground, and mixed it himself. The creature swiped at him, and he ducked, slicing the hand off. The blademaster forms suppported any type of combat, whether unorthodox against an opponent like this, or in a formal duel. Armless and enraged, the thing tried to bite him. He he did a lithe handspring backwards, dodgeing. Executing an excellent roundhouse kick, he nailed it in between the eyes. It screamed, grabbing his foot with it's arm stumps. It spun him around, slamming him into the wall. He stood shakily, only just dodging the charging creature. It slammed into the wall, and Galvris brought his blade down on it's neck. It screamed, the blade only cutting halfway through. He wrenched it out, and began to hack it. Who knew where it's weak spots were? Who knew where it's heart was? With this in mind, he used his blade as a club, bringing it down again and again. By the time he was done, it was a pile of flesh. And blood. He spit on it, wiping his brow. It had been a hard fight, but within the bounds of justice.

Darkness turned, throwing a knife into the throat of another one as he went. "Not well, there are far too many here. And this flood is happening all over the city. It will be a massacre. We need to take the head of the snake." He pointed towards the dark figure of Plasmacore. He looked back and saw Mike, in wolf form. He ran back, channeling quite a bit of energy. He was running out fast. "Mike! What's the plan?" @Sorana Stormbreaker furrowed his brow. "The Guns n' Ninjas? Isn't Darkness on that team? I can tell you from experience that Darkness has loyalty problems. He's a very good fighter. Just not a team player. Are you sure that we can trust them to get the job done?" @I think I am here.

Darkness, in a twist of fate (and some boredom on his controler's part) was right next to the portal from which the armored monstrosity emerged. He charged at it, swing his two katanas with wild abandon. Darkness possessed only limited knowledge of the physics behind his power. But from a brief stint of research, he knew that whatever he powered with his energy also increased in strength. If not, than the slightest motion would break multiple bones and render him incapacitated. The katana in his hand also increased in strength as he swung it. Therefore, it was able to shear through the ironclad leg of the monstrosity. The thing fell down onto it's front, and Darkness lept over it's head. Landing on it's back, it took only a quick swing of the sword to behead the frying-pan man. @Clyde Froggins

"Better," he said, "I get to experience twelve thousand years of youth." He raised a hand, and one of his priests/bodyguards brought a simple army stool. He sat, coming up to Lusk's chin now. "Enough small talk," he said, "What's the Ghostblood plan? My and my forces, small as they are, plan to do a small infiltration. The Silent Gatherers are extremely skilled in such matters, but we need the shield to fall. And we need the rabble in the streets to be distracted." @I think I am here.

Stombreaker docked with the Invincible Reason, his escort waiting out in space. He stepped aboard, a huge intimidating figure in armor. Flanked by Edalb and Hasharan, he imperiously strode to the bridge. The door hissed open, and he and his men strode in to stand before the Ghostblood councilman. Though he stood several feet taller than Lusk, Lusk seemed to dominate him nonetheless. "Lusk," he said, "How have you been?" @I think I am here.