Trump Cards
Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2007 12:25 am
I know we all have them. But, thanks to the unspoken battlefield rule of 'finishing a battle is almost a miracle' (the exception being the Tournament of Red Lions), nobody really gets to show off their character's ultimate abilities.
So this is where we do just that. Participation is open, go ahead and do whatever you wish, as long as you follow these three rules:
1) Your attack must be aimed at the person who posted just before you, and will undoubtedly kill them...
2) ...So you must also resurrect the person who posted above the person you killed. I'll post so it doesn't get too confusing. My practice dummies will be Bob and Phil, who will wink out of existence as soon as someone brings them back to life.
3) If you have multiple 'ultimate' attacks, you must wait until you've been brought back to life to use them. This should give people enough of a chance to post their own.
Ok, here we go. Still suffering from major writer's block, so this may not be the caliber I usually post at.
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Poor Phil. Poor, poor Phil. Who knew what his objective was? Picking a fight with poor Bob, and gutting him with a knife? It wouldn't matter soon. Not one bit.
The Time Warrior approached the knife-wielding man, with his eyes burning a fierce white, the way they do when someone has pissed him off on the worst day possible. He made no other movements than to stand next to him.
"NAMES OF YOUR PARENTS."
Phil didn't have to answer. He could feel the answers being torn from his reeling mind. And then... the blond-haired man was gone...
36 years earlier...
The steady, rhythmic beat of the music permeated the room, and the sparkling lights of the disco ball seemed so entrancing to young Jennifer. So colorful, so vibrant. The man had given her a free drink. Said it was awesome stuff. It was. She could feel her mind expanding. She could feel a fresh breeze flowing through her soul. She looked at the man, who was handsome, and had this cute little forked goatee. He said something that sounded so wonderful.
"Let's go explore ourselves together, baby."
Jenny liked the sound of that. Acradius Journeyman didn't. He sat behind them, and saw his little slip of LSD into her drink, and heard his load of bull. He stood up, and quickly reached his psionic mind out, down into the pit of the man's bowels. And he thought: down.
All of a sudden, Jenny really thought it was strange that her new friend had brown liquid running out his pant leg and was thoroughly distressed. Furthermore, she thought he was gross. And she walked away to pet another girl's furry shirt.
Present...
The blond man kicked his chair back and put his feet up on the table, as he sipped his Appletini. Bob walked by. Phil? Who the hell was Phil?
So this is where we do just that. Participation is open, go ahead and do whatever you wish, as long as you follow these three rules:
1) Your attack must be aimed at the person who posted just before you, and will undoubtedly kill them...
2) ...So you must also resurrect the person who posted above the person you killed. I'll post so it doesn't get too confusing. My practice dummies will be Bob and Phil, who will wink out of existence as soon as someone brings them back to life.
3) If you have multiple 'ultimate' attacks, you must wait until you've been brought back to life to use them. This should give people enough of a chance to post their own.
Ok, here we go. Still suffering from major writer's block, so this may not be the caliber I usually post at.
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Poor Phil. Poor, poor Phil. Who knew what his objective was? Picking a fight with poor Bob, and gutting him with a knife? It wouldn't matter soon. Not one bit.
The Time Warrior approached the knife-wielding man, with his eyes burning a fierce white, the way they do when someone has pissed him off on the worst day possible. He made no other movements than to stand next to him.
"NAMES OF YOUR PARENTS."
Phil didn't have to answer. He could feel the answers being torn from his reeling mind. And then... the blond-haired man was gone...
36 years earlier...
The steady, rhythmic beat of the music permeated the room, and the sparkling lights of the disco ball seemed so entrancing to young Jennifer. So colorful, so vibrant. The man had given her a free drink. Said it was awesome stuff. It was. She could feel her mind expanding. She could feel a fresh breeze flowing through her soul. She looked at the man, who was handsome, and had this cute little forked goatee. He said something that sounded so wonderful.
"Let's go explore ourselves together, baby."
Jenny liked the sound of that. Acradius Journeyman didn't. He sat behind them, and saw his little slip of LSD into her drink, and heard his load of bull. He stood up, and quickly reached his psionic mind out, down into the pit of the man's bowels. And he thought: down.
All of a sudden, Jenny really thought it was strange that her new friend had brown liquid running out his pant leg and was thoroughly distressed. Furthermore, she thought he was gross. And she walked away to pet another girl's furry shirt.
Present...
The blond man kicked his chair back and put his feet up on the table, as he sipped his Appletini. Bob walked by. Phil? Who the hell was Phil?