11th Nintendoland Battlefield Tournament: 1st Round Battles

[Kargath]

<OOC>
Phineas Gage - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
I'm sorry and won't assume anectdotal knowledge of neuroscience in my battles again.
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[Heroine of the Dragon]

HEY!!! I'm back... yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy... well, I'm happy I'm back.

O_O 84 pages... a veritable feast for a book-starved faerie!!!

See you in a couple of days with some decisions!!

[Kargath]

There was a pause for a few seconds, then the central crystal resonated with the sound of the doll's song.
"It is the very act of resurrection that is perverse. Making alive what was dead breaks every natural law in creation."
The doll paused in its song for a few seconds to think, then continued.
"I cannot tell the depth of your intentions, halfblood, so I cannot take the risk that you are telling the truth and keep you here to die. I suspect you will simply delay your attempt, but suspicion is not enough for a death sentence. With your ribs and gut the way they are, I cannot get you to sing either to let me test your truth. So, I will let you go."
A shriek erupted from a crystal just near Inferno's foot. The blood-red crystal exploded into a powder, which rose to Inferno's chest. As the particles touched his skin and wounds, he felt the pain melt away and the healing slowly begin.
"Though, prince, remember this - you are marked now. Betray me, betray the law, and there can be no further mercy for you. I will break limit lines if you violate the terms."
Inferno nodded hesitantly, and turned to go. Now the tunnel crystals in front of him sang.
"Don't bother looking for these caves again, either. They won't be in the same place for much longer."
As Inferno walked along the entry tunnel, the light faded from the crystals and darkness surrounded him. It was a long trip to the surface, but he didn't look back.

<OOC>
A quickie just to scrape in for deadline and wrap it up 'nicely'.
Looking forward to judgement. (Yay Missy's back! )
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[Erdawn Il Deus]

OoC: Was called into work. Screw the tournament, WYborn, we're finishing this fight whether the judges count it or not. Post tonight.

[LOOT]

There was no where left to turn. At least, not for Asnabel. Fury raged on in Sho's eyes as he eyed his dismantled gun, scattered across the sea of sand. For this insult to his pride, to ANY gunslinger, he would die a gruesome death. And it would start with a simple card of food. Sho held this card carefully, making sure he knew exactly what he was doing. He quickly gathered up his energy as he flipped his body, starting from his neck, to his feet.

Asnabel made a motion to attack again, but he stopped as Sho held a card in his hand. They looked like bananas. Bananas that needed some serious ripening before they entered the gut of anybody. Asnabel gasped the least bit when he saw light emitting from the card. After two seconds, the light stopped. As Sho placed the card back in his card holster, he smirked. Before the blow was struck, Sho merely said "Happy vomiting."

Asnabel suddenly felt sick as his stomach churned violently. He fell to the ground, coughing up saliva which soon turned to blood. He just could not bring up whatever was making his stomach rupture in panic.

All the while, Sho merely walked to his destroyed gun. He searched his deck while humming The True Mirror. While shuffling, he looked behind him to see if Asnabel was still down. Luckily for Sho, he took a glance at the right time as Asnabel finally coughed up what was in his stomach: A whole green banana, green as the grass which was abo his feet when Sho's anger set in once more. "Not again!" he yelled as he held out a different card. This time, there was a picture of a small knife. Asnabel froze, then suddenly grasped his right hand. He found that a knife had lodged itself into his hand, causing blood to spill out. Mixed with sweat, it looked as though it were now a river.

"Oh, and I'm ready to battle again," Sho said with his regular cool voice as he aimed his giant gun at the opposing gunslinger.

OoC: This sounds too cheap, so my apologies if it is.

[Galefore]

TIME. Ending this early. I may be grounded for the next day or two (Which means restricted, as she isn't really able to tell when I'm on the internet), so I'm gonna go ahead and hit the gong.

Judges, By three PM central this time next week, as in next wednesday, have this judged. Round one battles are over!

[Erdawn Il Deus]

In that crater of splintered earth Mario's chest heaved very slowly, laid frayed and open against the elements as he waited to die. He had tried to take a breath of air, but the exhalation had boiled a gush of blood from his nostrils and had flooded his throat and now he was either suffocaing or choking but it was very clear to him that he was dying. This seemed to him weak. Wyborn was beyond death. He had tenuously drifted above its depthless fathoms like a piece of dark floatsam, perched precariously in a mindless limbo of horrible un-life and blasphemy. It was embarassing how he should live and this king, this king of a whole world, should die.

But there was on thing, perhaps. So much was at his grasp here - princesses, magic feathers and hats and immortality in the gold of dubloon coins - what else could death be but Brooklyn and dirty shower pipes? Ah, but where was Luigi - he was thankful his older brother could not see this.

One thing, perhaps.

In this realm, the souls of stars were so easily attained - like the fullfilement of Never Never wishes.

The willpower exerted in the following motion was dizzying - Mario's arm might have weighed a thousand tons for all the life left in him, but shakily, teeteringly, it clenched at the back pocket of his coveralls, and he pulled something from it, something that was small and bright - very bright, in fact, like a reflection of the sun so condensed intoa piece of glass its brilliance had been magnifed for the lack of its size. Effectively, it cast long shadows across the wasteland mushroom kingdom.

Wyborn - what was left of him - reached out towards that light. It seemed arrogant, offensive to him that this simple, fat, apeish man who declared himself a king of a psychadelic imaginary world was still living. The light, also, turned his guts. In the hazy red madness of shapes and antagonism that was left of his sanity, even his immortal hatred and blood lust balked at what that light suggested.

While Wyborn did whatever he would do to counter this, Mario opened his eyes and stared hard into the eyes of the being he held in his hand. It was, effectively, a fallen star, and in its golden brilliance thrummed a rainbow spectrum of colours and light that seemed to bleed from it like a artist's palette of fires. He whispered to it, even as he went blind against its brilliance, promised to it, and brought it over his chest and over his heart and lowered his hand.

Into that small maelstrom, flesh and blood were consumed and an offering of more than that filed it and grew and took shape. Wyborn reached out with his power again, and as his thoughts took shape in the darkness of his kiling intent, oxygene and air molecules shifted and suddenly the air itself seemed to distort like gasoline fumes, funneling in a spiral that lenghtened and reached out and increased in velocity. That brightness flickered and took the form of a small fire, before blowing out and resurging once more into something infinitely more corporeal, and from it threads of coloured light bent and bled in neons, infrareds, ultraviolets, casting strange colours across the earth. Ink-blues, rose-reds, emerald greens and a thousand other colours and shades and tinctures burst into signifiance with a burning halogene hiss of air. ALl of Wyborn's psychic powers boiled forward, funneled into a concentrated spiral of solid force that warped the air into a shimmering gasoline-fume tornado.

When Mario rose up to meet this, all the grass for a kilometre around burst into flame like it had been soaked in kerosene, burning so cleanly and quickly it turned to ash smoke in a manner of second. Effectively, wyborn was staring at a sun somehow twisted into human shape - an unlimited spectrum of colours, bright enough the actual sun of this land had been forgotten and lost in the sky, and that sun began to spin in place with his fists out, peforming the renown "Mario Tornado" move.

Except as he did, the air caught fire around him in blues and purples and pinks and he turned faster and Wyborn's magic broke against him and blasted molten splinters of body away from him into the air but there was so much power - muscles and ligaments boiling with a thousand lightning bolts worth of energy, bone lik the coal core of exploding suns - and air and earth was drawn into that blinding vortex of destruction and evaporated. Ground for kilometres became roiling seas of magma. EVerything was drawn into that, and Wyborn devoid of any material ground was pulled in as well, his mind shrieking with emerald fire against the tide but unable to make leway fast enough to escape the force of the attraction. Instead, his rage echoed through the Val Hallen hallways of his limitless, formless throat, and his remaining hand clenched so intensely into a fist the bones snapped and broke through the flesh and by god it was still a solid fist damn your eyes, by God and by blasphemy. At the apex of his scream, the air around him shimmered, pushed out so that there was a glassy quality to the very materium silhouetting him and his power concentrated, focusing from churning oceans to rivers to streams. Limbs of air erupted from his body, oxygen made so dense the air looked like so much polished glass, and suddenly these flickered as bolts of ionized air seized and jacknife through these channels and connected and osmosed like the branches of a tree, threaded like the filaments to corde, forming muscles, ligaments, bones, nerve-systems of thunder. With these he hooked his fingers into claws (rending materium fabric with horrible unearthly noise and drawing oceans of sparks across the sky) and came at Mario like a starved wolf.

WHen their limbs clashed, the shadowy flickers of lightning played outwards a world away, the sound of crashing millstone and exploding circuitboards and the grinding of mountain cliffs, power braced against power in an immortal confrontation like the surf against the rock of land. Wyborn fought a living star as an unliving avatar of his own Self and the confrontation was horrifying, his adversary spinning faster and faster while wyborn merely threw his fists and makeshift legs forward into every blow and carving an opening from the chaos.

They did not make speech - Mario's state had outgrown the need for vocal function, exceeded its capacity to be rationaly understood, and Wyborn? Well hell, Wyborn just didn't have much to say.

Gradually, the pull was greater even than Mario's ability to rationally connect with any physicaly blow - Wyborn' was actualkly spun around and lifted upwards from his enemy even as he gnashed and fought and reached out with formless limbs that elongtaed like tentacles from his body, smashed and splintered against the pulsing infinite of Mario's energies.

WHat was left of the corpse mage burst into flame again, turned black and melted and bone became charred and visible beneath roaring curtains of tumbling, hurricane fire. The impacts of Mario's fists against Wyborn's physical form - holding at bay disentegration by force of his will alone - had ressonated beyond the howl of burning air like the overlapping thunderclaps of a summer thunder-storm. The mage's living lich-remains were hurled skyward at the maw of a rising typhoon of molten air, a bright gold like liquified treasure and laced with the shadows of stellar rainbows.

Mario gasped with breath - his body was gone, gone and replaced with a star, a walking sun, and breathing sun broken up against the carrion-mage's assault, and the power was like an adrenaline rush or a hit of cocaine or a thousandfold those things and the ecstasy was maddening and the urge to reach out and destroy with that power moreso. He had a flower in his hand. It too burned as bright as a star.

They rose like silent fireflies from the chaos of Mario's shadow, lifting into the air, bright fireballs but so much more than fire, litterally miniature stars, fused with the Power Star that vesseled Mario's being. Wyborn saw them coming and brought up whatever he could to defend against them. He could not count them in number. They reached an apex of height somewhere in the atmosphere and slowed, like fireworks, before exploding, each one with the WHAM and crumple of mortar fire and artillery shelling, setting up a wall of flak nova that concussively chewed away at the meat of Wyborn's body while incinerating flesh by the cell. Pop-BAM-BAM-WHAM! More claps of thunder, and now the fireflies had grown, bigger, and were exploding bigger, and Wyborn dissapeared into their midst and coloured smoke billowed from burned air and glowed with strange lights, become radioactive, the fallout turning the sky into a festival of lights even as the carnival of sheer obliterating power blasted a hole clean through the world's atmosphere.

In the sky suspended a mushrooming cloud, broken off from itself into two symmetric halves, glowing and bursting with lights like a fat, overripe fruit, and the thunder of Mario's fireballs carried across continents.

[The Willful Wanderer]

So, uh....

....how long 'till we're likely to see the results up? Just out of curiosity? Judges?

Additional Note: I have only one 'transforming' character- would it be permissible for her to 'shift up' in my first post in a fight, before any actual fighting begins, or would that still count as a no-no?

[Repster]

's fine. It should be anyway. Your simply elaborating on the character's background to give a better imagery of her.

The problem with transforming is only in mid battle, not before the battle itself. It simplifies things even more if you have the first post.

[Kargath]

Will the judging be in this topic or another one? I just want to know whether to check outside my User CP.

[t3hDarkness]

I'll put my Judgement right in here by Thursday most likely.

It kinda sucks to have to judge those that won by default, but I'll tag something to them anyway. Also, I will try to have the awards done as well.

[Wyborn]

[QUOTE=t3hDarkness]I'll put my Judgement right in here by Thursday most likely.[/QUOTE]
That's one day later than the absolute latest, man. You mean you can't make the deadline?

[Joker]

*claps*


You guys rock !!

[Acradius]

I sees a ghost.

[Mushi]

It took TML shutting down Grand Adventures to bring him back, but HEY! It be Joker of the Battlefield!

[Erdawn Il Deus]

OoC: Come on Judges.

[t3hDarkness]

Its VOLKSWAGEN Zombie Jesus, two people spelled that incorrectly during this round. Also, I need a few synonyms for bastard. If any of you know any, send them in a PM.

I suppose I should explain how my scoring system works. I’m starting everyone off with an score of five, from that points will be added and subtracted based on an etched in stone, intuitive100 layer scale mostly pulled directly out of my butt. Points added for something clever or something beyond the norm, points subtracted for errors or if I need to break a tie.
I did not take points away for compound words or alternate spellings.

Therefore, even if you do everything perfectly, you only get a score of five.

Starting with round two, I will remove point(s) for excessive Out Of Character posts. I don’t care if you are ‘OOC: waits patiently‘, or ‘OOC: I’ll post tonight.’ Don’t say it, do it.


Luigi007 vs. Asnabel

This one had some potential to be an fascinating match, but between the brevity and the fact that neither player actually used the battlefield made this one rather dull.

Luigi007
As a note, Deserts are freezing cold at night, unless its a desert full of dark stones, either way I need you to use more your battlefield, there goes one point.
I’ve never played Baten Kaitos, don‘t assume that any of the rest of us have either. If the gun is broken, re-summon it (Which you may have done, I have no clue what the true mirror is). Cold casting the cards even would have been an alternative. It took you a long time, but you finally did something a bit out of the ordinary, what green banana and all, but check out a medical journal before writing a reaction like that. It would have been a great move if you had done a bit of research.

Just remember, open your mind, don’t be a slave to your character’s origins, it is yours now and may not be stuck to the same limitations and powers of the base.

Asnabel
Not much to see, not much to say, the verb tenses were correct and I didn’t see any spelling errors. I like that your character uses the pistols as both as ranged and melee weapons, and took advantage of the obvious defects of a card loading gun, but there wasn’t a single reference to the battlefield in your post, even mentioning how pitch dark it was would have been something. Average post, average score.

Luigi007= 3
Asnabel= 5

Inferno versus Kargath

Props for one of the longer battles, but the entire out of character squabbling was annoying. Selene Starblade brought up a very good point about communal reality, thank you, it was a very good point. Now butt out. Keep it in the discussion topic if there even is one, if there isn‘t make one. The thread is for the battle, not the bickering.
Inferno Dragon, I hate, hate, hate, Hate, hAte, HATE your character but I won’t hold that against your score. You have quite the developed back story and motivations for your character and Kargath did well to play along.

Inferno Dragon
I realized, I have no clue what your character looks like, in fact nearly every description for your character was lacking or at the very least assuming that we already knew what was going on.
Some of your passages were difficult to follow as well as a variety of distracting spelling (Infero for one), grammatical errors, and overall flow hiccups. Don’t forget to capitalize proper nouns, Such as Saiyan and Elven and the first word of a sentences. It was probably because of using script form that you missed the capitalizations.
The reattaching of a prosthetic nose doesn’t really qualify as healing in my book, but it was kind of...
Stupid.
And what was your opponent’s character doing while ‘Infero’ wastes time in the heat of battle creating a prosthetics and clones? The humorous element you tried to add was distracting and had the “Oh crap, I need to fill up some more space” feel to it so I’ll take away another point for that.
Next time use a spell checker,
T3hDarkness: “Avoid script style unless you use it correctly.”
and finish describing what everything is to score much higher.

Kargath
Strictly speaking, you were the better writer, but a few small things, such as spacing issues and minor misspellings held you back. The alternate spellings of words were odd to me, but nothing to lose points for. You wrote more action for both characters than Infero Dragon wrote just for himself.

Inferno Dragon= 1
Kargarth = 4

Acradius vs. Galefore von Karma

You both make me laugh... Just a note to both of you, a long post full of fragments doesn’t exactly make for a good one.
This was a match I was looking forward too, but didn’t develop as well as I hoped. Nothing mind breaking or too terrible. Still, it was active so at least that counts for something.

Acradius
You always have an... interesting word choice to say the least. You verbed ash and adverbed gibbering...
You bastard.
At least there were quite a few amusing moments, but really nothing to modify points for other than a successful bit of humor.

Galefore
“thougts” that is what cost you the detrimental point.
You didn’t specify it, you are at fault if it is interpreted improperly. Besides, speed powers are...
What’s the word?...
Suck. That’s just my humbly divine adverbed opinion though, so I won’t take points away for it.
You managed to pick up after that relatively well, but don’t use repetition so much, reserve it for something special or it becomes just mundane.

Acradius= 6
Galefore= 5

Wyborn vs. Erdawn

This match was... hmm, I can not really think of the word, from the excitement of seeing gothic Mario in the first post and through every twist and turn this match took, this was the one worth watch.

This felt like reading a professionally written novel. As it ends Erdwan had more spelling errors than Wyborn, if not for that, this would have been impossible to judge.

Wyborn= 7
Erdwan= 6

Kefka Palazzo vs. Scripture

Another difficult one, the styles were so similar... You two must have collaborated a lot of this match over AIM? It really felt like reading a book adaptation of a movie, not as good as the original book but pretty well along to being OK. In the end, I would not have been able to decide who won but for one small error, Neither player went into depth describing the character and both had some minor spelling errors, but the detrimental point was when MC Mushi Mo spelled ‘fragil’.

Kefka Palazzo= 4
Scripture = 5

Deathscythe vs. Metal Man

I suppose this would be the vanilla match of the set, not bad but not good either. The players in this match seemed to be on different levels, not of skill, but of style, completely incompatible and not very amusing to read as a whole.

Death
Again with the rage characters? Oh well, whatever fits your style.
I understand that you are burned out on the Gunjin in general, as you have been for a while. Goodbye for now, but take heart in knowing if you had played to the end, you probably still would have passed with a three. A few apostrophes were missing and seeing the Beast did this and The Beast did that was a little boring, try a few pronouns and dig out a thesaurus.

Metal Man
Strategically, you ran circles around him. Mary Sue, but it didn’t actually break any rules. You get the base score I’m handing out, but just to let you know emotionless characters are hard to identify with and are less fun to read.

Death= 3
Metal Man= 5

Swordmaster Link vs. Repster
Shortest match, as such, I don’t have much to say, it was briefly amusing.

SML
You need a thesaurus, In your one post, I was already sick of seeing ‘SML’. Also, try to spend a bit more time describing the Hylian Swordsman please.

Repster
I’ve seen your writing for Aiden before and was hoping to see more. I guess I don’t get the chance this time. Nothing to gain points on no reason to lose them.

SML= 3
Repster= 5

Dhampir vs. Selene Starblade
You had me from “^_^”. This was one of the few matches that could be truly considered entertaining.
Dhamphir, you bastich! I wanted to read more.

Dhamphir
You did well at describing a character so... indescribable, but your entrance was weak. There is an empty feeling where a cut scene to tell the back story would have fit perfectly. I’m also quite sure you can some way to describe that silvery liquid shelled space faring monstrous dragon-headed beast from the far reaches other than just Vevech Vevech, Vevech.
If only you would have stayed in a bit longer, I give you -10 points for being a bastard and not at least sticking around until the timer ran out.

Selene
Something truly original!? No way, this is the internet after all.
Your posts were very reminiscent of the good old action Comic Books and Anime.
MAK0-70 was an interesting process, everything was quite easy to read and enjoy, and you took us step by step through its ‘thoughts’. It was more than well done, it was actually... creative.
However, now you have a new problem, how do you top that or even match it with your next round.

Dhamphir= -4
Selene= 8

That is my judgement, if you have an arguement, feel free to voice it but don't expect it to modify your score any.

[LOOT]

*Sigh*

[QUOTE=t3hDarkness]Luigi007
As a note, Deserts are freezing cold at night, unless its a desert full of dark stones, either way I need you to use more your battlefield, there goes one point.
I’ve never played Baten Kaitos, don‘t assume that any of the rest of us have either. If the gun is broken, re-summon it (Which you may have done, I have no clue what the true mirror is).[/QUOTE]
I said it was at night? Then that's probably my fault.

And one cannot "resummon" the item in the card typically if something major happened to it. The weapon is real and even falls apart with time, so basically recalling the original item in the card is impossible if it's changed or destroyed.

And True Mirror is the battle theme from Baten Kaitos, just to clarify.

[Wyborn]

Nice, t3hDarkness. Looks like you've found a place to vent your iron-edged cynicism, and done a fair job judging in the meantime.

One thing, though.

Don’t forget to capitalize proper nouns, Such as Saiyan and Elven and the first word of a sentences

Saiyan can be considered a proper noun because the original Japanese form said "people of Saiya", but "elven" is no more a proper noun than "human" is. Unless they happen to be from the ancient nation of Elf, in which case feel free to ignore me.

[Scripture]

Just as a note, Kefka and I didn't collaborate at all on our match, but I did like how he made his character a friend of Alaster. A nice touch where the usual plot runs from intro to mindless brutality in a heartbeat.