But instead, electricity most foul surged from the union in Metal's head, rendering Traveler's left hand jittery. Metal Man grunted, clearly in great pain, despite being 'dead.' He struggled and then took out a red device, as he fell to his knees, bleeding both real and ethereal blood.
The Traveler struggled to finish the blow as Metal Man's ethereal hand flipped the device open. "Must... not... die... to... sword... wielded... dweeeb....."
"You will not surpass this mighty sword... even if you did nearly kill that man. This is it!" The Traveler dramatically kicked the red device away, moments after Metal Man feebly keyed something into it.
Then he twisted the sword... ....SNAP!
...The sword broke in two. Metal Man stood there, a glow coming over him. He held up his right fist.
"Oh yeah? Metal... Falcon... PAWNCHHHHHHHH!!!!"
The surprise Smash attack shattered what remained of the poor Alastor's glory, and hurled the Traveler into the biggest tombstone. The Metal Man then shot the Traveler's body with a huge Shadow ball--pre-charged, due to some strange force the device he had activated gave him. He zoomed over with Star Fox's Phantasm Move, then summoned himself a sword made out of a parking meter--imitating Roy's version of Dolphin smash and filling the Traveler with burning coin shrapnel.
He then swung his right hand up, and a screech indicated he had connected with Luigi's fireball, sending the Traveler flying comedically upwards while on fire. He flew upwards and grabbed the Traveler, shocking him with 10,000 volts worth of Ganondorf's Gerudo Grab, while then punting him down into the ground with Ganondorf's D-air. He then held up his fists. "FALCON..."
He fell down at the Traveler, and then mercilessly beat him into the ground with fiery punches. "PAWNCH PAWNCH PAWNCH PAWNCH PAWNCH PAWNCH PAAAAAWNCH!!!!"
He flew even higher into the air. "LANDMASTERRRR!!!!" He summoned Fox's Landmaster, which he smashed into the Traveler's body, and exploded. "CHOPPAH!" He summoned Snake's helicopter, and smashed that into him too, but also emptied all the grenades into it while he was at it.
The savagery continued, as Metal Man fired icicles, fireballs, super missiles, grenades, sausages, and boomerangs into the Traveler's body. Without blinking, he then impaled him with a motorcycle. After doing that, a Smash Orb appeared... and he broke it with a violent headbutt.
"You almost had me. I wouldn't mind if you just beat me with your endurance alone."
He then cleared his throat, as his demonic red eyes now glowed yellow as well.
"BUT NO ONE CAN BEAT THE METAL AT HIS OWN GAAAAAAME!!!"
He summoned a guitar, and began strumming, as the entire area burst into flames. The flames moved in time to the unholy music, as the sound waves broke, un-broke, and re-broke various bones of the Traveler mid-song.
o/` You can't beat the Metal... `\o
An aerial warhead crashed into Traveler from above and exploded.
o/` The Metal will live on. `\o
Metal Man's missing armor fragments reassembled, making him look more complete, though no less damaged.
o/` Your stone fist tried to kill The Metal... `\o
A ghostly imprint of Metal Man sucker punched Traveler in the face so hard his face was imploded... yet again.
o/` But it failed, and my axe struck you to the ground! `\o
That cursed axe-blade flew across the Traveler, knocking him into the ground yet again.
o/` Your golem tried to kill the Metal! `\o
A ghastly Coca-Cola-machine golem with disco-ball fists appeared and violently smashed the Traveler into the largest tombstone in the graveyard.
o/` But it failed, as it was drilled down, into the ground! `\o
The golem then blew up both disco balls and drilled two matching holes where the Traveler's guts were supposed to be, using the sharp cone-like stumps.
o/` Alastor tried to kill the Metal... `\o
A massive beam of energy flew from the guitar, blasting the massive gravestone to powder and blowing off what remained of the Traveler's extremities.
o/` Ha ha ha ha ha ha, it FAILED, as it was thrown to the ground. `\o
The two pieces of Alastor would stab into the matching holes, pinning the Traveler into the center of the fiery crater where the tombstone once was, onto the jagged rock.
o/` HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYEAAAAAH! `\o
Each bass beat hit the body of Traveler hard enough to shatter bone and bruise flesh.
o/` HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYEAAAAH! `\o
The Metal Man flew to the pinned, brusied, stabbed, and million-time-over gorified Traveler.
o/` NO ONE CAN DESTROY THE METAAAAAAL!!!!!!! `\o
He released the guitar, and it flew inside the Traveler; once inside, it richocheted around, illogically flying between flesh and bone, bruising every metric inch of the Traveler's body, while also setting him on fire, in and out, and causing vibrational damage. Then, when it was done... it exploded in his center, with enough force to sink a battleship. Multiple nearby trees fell over, and Metal Man's own helmet was blasted off; the tombstones nearby were liquefied, and the Traveler's body (what remained of it) was now submerged in molten lava--what had once been solid rock.
The Metal Man's ghastly teal spirit-enhanced form landed on the ground and silently picked up the smash dex, surveying the post-apocalyptic destruction. He chuckled eerily at it, as he slipped the dex back into his pocket.
"Juuuuuus` like old times..."
He then fell to his knees, and then face first on the ground, as the glow vanished, and the much more painful reality re-asserted itself. Alive or dead...
...He wasn't getting up again any time soon.
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Somewhat entertaining, despite its gross misrepresentation of my character. Did you read any of my character development? :)
I am not certain how to proceed, as I have only made one attack post (no, the little backstory and entrance I posted are not an attack) and my opponent has declared the battle over with our characters dead.
Directions?
I am not certain how to proceed, as I have only made one attack post (no, the little backstory and entrance I posted are not an attack) and my opponent has declared the battle over with our characters dead.
Directions?
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Well, I mean, this topic has meandered on with no direction for a few weeks now. I'm sure it'll be fine if you want to cut it off right there. As for everyone else, it appears there won't be any more posts made, so...
I dunno. If you intend to continue in this (admittedly failed, probably because of me but in part due to nobody having time to devote to it) tournament, post now, or be eliminated. D:
I dunno. If you intend to continue in this (admittedly failed, probably because of me but in part due to nobody having time to devote to it) tournament, post now, or be eliminated. D:
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:p They ain't dead until you say they are, if you did want to post more. Although in my case I will say Metal Man is pretty dead. He was dead before too (That nuclear death ray was more than he could take), but as fate would have it his insanity lingered on long after his actual life.
That said, I would say we can leave it off there, since it is sort of hard to beat up a now twice-dead loose collection of armor plates and about 1/3 of a human's flesh that is on fire and radioactive, face-down on the ground. XP
As for the character development... roleplaying other people's characters isn't my forte, so I shrug. You're free to tell me what lines I should dub in for the Traveler there, though, since at this point I had my fun; whoever 'wins' is more of the dessert.
As for godmodding, 'fraid that's the norm here. I'm actually a bit light on it. There was this one guy who posted about one-eighth what I did in a past tournament and then all but declared my character dead right there...
....Which was the source of the monstrous, ludicrous overkill posts like the one you see there, since I set the bar equal to whatever I get hit with. If I get hit by something that launches me into space, then may God have mercy on your character's soul. ...I think I said that a bit too late, though. >_<
Too bad, though, that nobody else has any time. It'd be nice for SOMEBODY to win the tournament, but, if nobody's biting, then it doesn't mean much. Then again, if the winner of you vs. me goes up against Zaidon, the winner of THAT battle is, arguably, the king of this tournament.
...Though Rep would need to be shoe-horned in there, since he's no slouch either. Bleh.
That said, I would say we can leave it off there, since it is sort of hard to beat up a now twice-dead loose collection of armor plates and about 1/3 of a human's flesh that is on fire and radioactive, face-down on the ground. XP
As for the character development... roleplaying other people's characters isn't my forte, so I shrug. You're free to tell me what lines I should dub in for the Traveler there, though, since at this point I had my fun; whoever 'wins' is more of the dessert.
As for godmodding, 'fraid that's the norm here. I'm actually a bit light on it. There was this one guy who posted about one-eighth what I did in a past tournament and then all but declared my character dead right there...
....Which was the source of the monstrous, ludicrous overkill posts like the one you see there, since I set the bar equal to whatever I get hit with. If I get hit by something that launches me into space, then may God have mercy on your character's soul. ...I think I said that a bit too late, though. >_<
Too bad, though, that nobody else has any time. It'd be nice for SOMEBODY to win the tournament, but, if nobody's biting, then it doesn't mean much. Then again, if the winner of you vs. me goes up against Zaidon, the winner of THAT battle is, arguably, the king of this tournament.
...Though Rep would need to be shoe-horned in there, since he's no slouch either. Bleh.
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I liked your post better pre-edit.
And, no. I was careful not to do anything fatal to your character. Hurt badly, yes. But I left room for him to live.
You 1-Hit KO'd mine. Absolutely no one could survive your post, what with the while setting on fire from the inside and setting off a tactical nuke inside his gut.
Cheating. End of story.
And, no. I was careful not to do anything fatal to your character. Hurt badly, yes. But I left room for him to live.
You 1-Hit KO'd mine. Absolutely no one could survive your post, what with the while setting on fire from the inside and setting off a tactical nuke inside his gut.
Cheating. End of story.
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It is a gentleman's disagreement then; while I did not classify it as 'cheating' (as there is, seemingly, no power limit in this or the other tournies I've been in), the omega death beam, complete with the damage from re-entry and colliding with the ground from a good mile or two up in the atmosphere, while being made of metal and already vulnerable to falls less than 100 feet as it were...
Well, there was no way Metal Man could have survived that mega-blast, either.
But I did not mind, as this is done for fun; your incorrect estimation of Metal Man's durability was not malicious, so I simply had fun with it.
So, call it cheating as you will, but I do not mind; win, loose, draw, disqualification, it's all a game, and I've learned vs. past events that taking it all seriously is just a real buzz-kill. :)
Well, there was no way Metal Man could have survived that mega-blast, either.
But I did not mind, as this is done for fun; your incorrect estimation of Metal Man's durability was not malicious, so I simply had fun with it.
So, call it cheating as you will, but I do not mind; win, loose, draw, disqualification, it's all a game, and I've learned vs. past events that taking it all seriously is just a real buzz-kill. :)
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Very well then, we shall agree to disagree.
But that does not alleviate my disappointment. I have literally been plotting for weeks the different ideas I wanted to incorporate; using the execution of my first round opponent as an attack against the second was merely the tip of the iceberg. There is so much room for creativity, originality, and strategy here, yet it always dies before mindless smashing. Any attempt at strategy goes out the window when someone is limited to only one post before their character is utterly obliterated by deus ex postina.
I suppose all that remains is to see which one of us the judges agree with, because if your second post is deemed legal, then you clearly win.
But that does not alleviate my disappointment. I have literally been plotting for weeks the different ideas I wanted to incorporate; using the execution of my first round opponent as an attack against the second was merely the tip of the iceberg. There is so much room for creativity, originality, and strategy here, yet it always dies before mindless smashing. Any attempt at strategy goes out the window when someone is limited to only one post before their character is utterly obliterated by deus ex postina.
I suppose all that remains is to see which one of us the judges agree with, because if your second post is deemed legal, then you clearly win.
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Alas, then, a great irony has happened.
Last tournament, I spent each round building a narrative. It had picked up a glorious tone as the end round came. And there, I was to battle Acradius, who is to me as I am to you.
He hardly showed up, made these terse little posts, and then left me hanging before I could even post much of the big finale. My plans had been wasted; the plot I built up had been for nothing, for I, too, got about one post to fire off stuff, then nothing.
Then the judges voted in his favor, well, two of them, and I basically got angry like you are now.
Sorry about that, for you see, what you faced was my response to that--if really taking it seriously and getting an artsy story was just going to, in the end, be denied by some old timer who couldn't bother to come on for more than ten minutes, then I had no reason to do anything but smashing; thusly, in this tournament, I could smash my way to victory, and if the person did only two posts, so be it; by the second post I would have horrifically mangled them anyway.
But as fate would have it, that defense hit you, instead of Acradius, whom I had wanted to destroy with it. *Shrug* At this point I'll just leave it up to the judges, as unfortunately, that's kind of the norm for these tournaments. If you want a story, you,/I/others will have to make a series of battles elsewhere, with more regulations and more restrictions on time/number of posts/length of post.
*Shrug* Sorry again, but I was just [strike]doing what my own failure to pull off what you had in mind had caused me to begin using[/strike] using my Acradius-proof style of 'smash everything.' Since in the past, my own attempts to make a narrative were crushed by people being late and judges being more interested in the smashing.
I could only hope the judges consider my attacks overpowered; but that would be a new change from years of them giving the reward to the most crunked out, exploding mayhem thing to be summoned. It would be a victory for me if I lost, as I would have managed to kill the beast with a billion damage points by making the most absurd and extreme example of it possible. XP
Last tournament, I spent each round building a narrative. It had picked up a glorious tone as the end round came. And there, I was to battle Acradius, who is to me as I am to you.
He hardly showed up, made these terse little posts, and then left me hanging before I could even post much of the big finale. My plans had been wasted; the plot I built up had been for nothing, for I, too, got about one post to fire off stuff, then nothing.
Then the judges voted in his favor, well, two of them, and I basically got angry like you are now.
Sorry about that, for you see, what you faced was my response to that--if really taking it seriously and getting an artsy story was just going to, in the end, be denied by some old timer who couldn't bother to come on for more than ten minutes, then I had no reason to do anything but smashing; thusly, in this tournament, I could smash my way to victory, and if the person did only two posts, so be it; by the second post I would have horrifically mangled them anyway.
But as fate would have it, that defense hit you, instead of Acradius, whom I had wanted to destroy with it. *Shrug* At this point I'll just leave it up to the judges, as unfortunately, that's kind of the norm for these tournaments. If you want a story, you,/I/others will have to make a series of battles elsewhere, with more regulations and more restrictions on time/number of posts/length of post.
*Shrug* Sorry again, but I was just [strike]doing what my own failure to pull off what you had in mind had caused me to begin using[/strike] using my Acradius-proof style of 'smash everything.' Since in the past, my own attempts to make a narrative were crushed by people being late and judges being more interested in the smashing.
I could only hope the judges consider my attacks overpowered; but that would be a new change from years of them giving the reward to the most crunked out, exploding mayhem thing to be summoned. It would be a victory for me if I lost, as I would have managed to kill the beast with a billion damage points by making the most absurd and extreme example of it possible. XP
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Now that truly is ironic. But the cycle ends with me; I will not resort to any form of barbarism, at least not while there are amazing stories to be written, rife with clever attacks, witty dialogue, and amazing twists. I am still mourning the loss of the oceansford topic. I had so much planned for that one too, yet on the brink of greatness, it too died. But there is hope, I am certain.
The art of the well crafted story is not lost. When I do create such a multiplayer topic, you will be the first that I invite.
But only if you leave the gut-nuke at home. :)
The art of the well crafted story is not lost. When I do create such a multiplayer topic, you will be the first that I invite.
But only if you leave the gut-nuke at home. :)
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The irony is I am a great advocate of the story-over-barbarism approach, but judges and contestants alike in the 6th/7th? (The one with Selene Starblade) battlefield tournament never got what I was talking about and, in the end, I lost because I hadn't made a long enough, spammy, super-deathray-attack against Selene.
Selene, who then left forever and ignored my challenges, leaving a bitter taste in my mouth.
Acradius was content to do the same as well.
I even run an IRC RP which is freeform. There and the SSB RP I run, I often joke about how horrible and ridiculous the barbarian-style posts are here (and how terrible mine wind up having to be to make the 'grade') so, as you can now understand, I was mostly being a destroying maniac to try and win the tournament.
But if you are the person I have to roleplay with then, yes, I can leave the nuclear gut-guitar finisher attack for when I inevitably get in another size compensation contest against Super Saiyans. :p
Selene, who then left forever and ignored my challenges, leaving a bitter taste in my mouth.
Acradius was content to do the same as well.
I even run an IRC RP which is freeform. There and the SSB RP I run, I often joke about how horrible and ridiculous the barbarian-style posts are here (and how terrible mine wind up having to be to make the 'grade') so, as you can now understand, I was mostly being a destroying maniac to try and win the tournament.
But if you are the person I have to roleplay with then, yes, I can leave the nuclear gut-guitar finisher attack for when I inevitably get in another size compensation contest against Super Saiyans. :p
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I really want to run a topic here that's successful, but my actual interest in actively participating has waned. I'm considering constructing a scenario and letting people go wild in it. Though I may be a retired warrior, I certainly want to keep this place I call home running. I appreciate people like Traveler and Zaidon, because they're new folk who have a lot of good experience. I think those two fellows should do some stuff of their own. Drum up some new RPs, and whatnot. They certainly have the mindset to pull it off. In the meantime, I'll be working on something big and all-inclusive that I can't **** up by not having any time (I believe we all know what it's like for college to **** out free time up).
As long as I am mod (which will be until I decide to just up and leave), I feel like it's my duty to at least make sure this place is still breathing. So I am going to make sure the failures that were Oceansford and this tournament are mistakes we learn from in the future. Onward, Gunjin! To a brighter future.
Hope rides alone!
As long as I am mod (which will be until I decide to just up and leave), I feel like it's my duty to at least make sure this place is still breathing. So I am going to make sure the failures that were Oceansford and this tournament are mistakes we learn from in the future. Onward, Gunjin! To a brighter future.
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I have done an immense amount of digging through the archives here, and due mostly to my gift of phenomenal reading speed, I have read nearly every topic in them.Metal Man wrote:The irony is I am a great advocate of the story-over-barbarism approach, but judges and contestants alike in the 6th/7th? (The one with Selene Starblade) battlefield tournament never got what I was talking about and, in the end, I lost because I hadn't made a long enough, spammy, super-deathray-attack against Selene.
Selene, who then left forever and ignored my challenges, leaving a bitter taste in my mouth.
Selene was amazing. It saddens me that she left before I arrived. Not because I would have liked to fight her, though that would have been entertaining, but because of what an amazing story we could have written.
What confuses me, however, is that she also protested the absurdly overpowered godmoding that occurs here on an apparently regular basis. In fact, memory tells me that she took your side on an argument centering around this same issue. I can only assume that she, like you, grew frustrated and wanted to win; therefore she resorted to the tactic seen in the previous NLBFT.
This a link to what is by far the most important topic I have come across:
http://www.vgf.com/forums/gunjin-battle ... -have.html
I agree with Selene, but to put it into my own words:
The problem here is in perspectives. Some writers believe they must win the fight and that the only way to do that is for their character to win. Therefore, they will never admit defeat. The fights just go on until one person or the other gets bored and stops posting.
This should not be the case. The must-win attitude needs to be replaced with a must-write-well-and-entertain-myself-and-others attitude.
BE WILLING TO LOSE EVERY NOW AND THEN INSTEAD OF RESORTING TO GODMODING.
Look at Oceansford Castle. It could still be revived (actually, it *will* be revived because I want to see it finished). But where is it heading?
Towards stupidity, of course. Do you think VG Addict would allow Nightshade to die? Or that Vapor would allow Johannes or Trevellyan to bite it? Never. Not that I would blame them, of course, because I certainly would not want to let Raphael die either. Because everyone wants to win, and you cannot win if your character is dead.
I knew this would happen beforehand; that is why I brought so many characters to the fight: I planned on letting some of my characters die.
Face it, a giant war topic would be stupid without casualties. But until the writers realize that their characters must eventually be defeated for the story to progress, we would have an infinite stalemate as neither person admits defeat and it would end up like all the other battles in this forum.
Gentleman (and possibly ladies): It is late and I must end this rant despite the fact that I have not fully gotten my point across. But, you can all see where I was heading (or you can click the link and read the other discussion). Something needs to change. Metal Man has been preaching it for years, and I am just one more choir member backing him up.
But, based on what I have read, discussions like these only serve to rile people up for about two weeks before they go back to the same old crap.
Oh well. I at least tried.
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I agree, I sort of hate godmoding. Near the end of my run as an active battler, most of my characters either didn't have "powers" at all and relied on hand-to-hand combat (it makes for great brutality, as in the case of Wyborn vs. Dusty in NLBFT 8) , or if they did have powers they were understated. I liked Selene's style of judgment and her idea of what suspension of disbelief was, so I do sort of miss her. Either way, like I said, the main problem with the Gunjin has never been godmoding (though that tends to happen a lot), but rather lack of interest. A lot of awesome topics with loads of potential were lost to eventual drops in interest. If people would commit (and I admit I have this problem as well), stuff would run smoothly and would actually be really fun. As well, people tend to forget that the Gunjin is supposed to be fun. That's why I joined to begin with. It looked like so much goddamn fun. Sometimes people take it way too seriously. Having an epic battle, or even creating an epic collaborative story, should be fun and lighthearted, because it's an internet forum. Either way, I never did read Selene's rant (it's tl;dr and I frankly think it was a bit of an unnecessary gesture since nobody really heeded it), so yeah. I'm excited about the future, though.
Oh, and like I said, if the people other than Traveler, Zaidon, and MM would still like to participate, post now or DIE.
Oh, and like I said, if the people other than Traveler, Zaidon, and MM would still like to participate, post now or DIE.
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^Just finished actually.
Don't get me wrong, I enjoy a good regular "Gunjin-styled" brawl, but some would prefer there be less story and more action in everything short of an RP, which is bothersome.
Also, I can't voice my agreement on the be willing to die points.
Though I do think a competitive attitude is good for Gunjin, writing is good as well, and if a character should be dead right there, and isn't for a stupid and uncreative reason then it just descends into chaos.
I don't necessarily advocate such things as scripted ending battles, as I said, competitiveness is one thing that makes this stuff so good at all. (If scripted endings is your thing then go for it, whatever, not saying it is the devil or whatever.)
I too, during my absence, did much MUCH reading through the Gunjin. Whenever we went into a town I would use a laptop and some local access wifi to get online, then would save web pages and view them later with my own computer.
I tend to pretty much agree with you both. Mostly anyway. Not anything I can point out I really disagree with you on at the moment, anyway. (of course I've been up for a while now, so maybe I shall sleep on it and come up with a witty remark or two)
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"Oh where is he? We have to have this place organized before the ceremony tonight," said Pristiss Quennel Pelagia, the avian girl. A single drop of sweat ran down her temple and on to her glasses which covered her blue eyes. She was no more than 5' 4, had dark blonde pinned up fancily but not in an over-the-top manner, and was dressed in a nice black suit with standard holes in the back for her white-feathered wings to slip through. She had been put in charge of organizing the ceremony of welcoming; a ceremony for showing great welcome to a dignitary of great importance. He was a strong warrior from an ironically named nation of, "Ford's Ocean".
They had to use the local library for the ceremony, because in order to bring the dignitary aboard their floating city they had to leave their natural salt water power source of the ocean behind and venture above and into the desert. The dignitary's nation was unseen, possibly underground or simply using an old stealth technology that only this supposedly great nation had known about. Though it was seen as a great honor to have any dignitaries come aboard, from a great nation or not. The lack of water in the area however left more than a few areas without full power, including the coliseum and auditorium. The library was fine for Pristis though, as she voluntarily worked there regularly and knew her way around quite well. She found herself at times habitually organizing books in fact. The only real problem was that her aid was late, and she would need his help to get everything done in time. She had been working diligently all afternoon, and had gotten more than half way done, but there was still too much to do to get done within the next couple of hours.
She heard a shifting come from the balcony. She looked over to it. There standing near the arch-door-like window, on the balcony, was a familiar face that Pristiss had not seen in ages, a dark-brown-haired avian-man. He was about average in height, dressed in sand covered rags, and looking like he had just taken on an army.
" Killian! What are you doing here? You were banished. You shouldn't be here!" Pristiss said, half thinking she had lost her mind from over exertion.
"Pristiss, I had to come here, I needed water, supplies, and I had to see you..." Payne said, nearly mumbling, several subtle emotions running noticeably through his mind...
"Killian, we can't speak, you killed another, not just another, but many others. You have to leave, now." Pristiss Quennel replied adamantly.
"Quenn I-" Payne began.
"Pristiss," she interrupted.
"Pristiss, I also came to warn you, there is something, or someone, planning to invade this castle city. I cannot explain yet, but you should trust no one, especially anyone new you meet that you think you can trust."
There was a shifting and then a loud crash behind the door leading to the other corridors.
"I must go now, remember, and trust none that try to get close to you."
He said this whilst wishing silently he could go across the room, to leave the grasp of the torturous sun and stroke the pale beauty of his former lover's face, but the sunlight seemed to form a barrier in the doorway, never allowing him such pleasures. He could hardly stand. His muscles were growing weak. It was like he was being drained. The shade seemed to hurt him and even scare him somewhat. He had to leave her, again, like the time before.He left through the arch-door, got to the balcony, and went around the corner. Eventually he would make his way down the spiraling, "sidewalks," on the sides of the several structures that were connected together as a network.
Pristiss considered following him if nothing else than to figure out why he would do such things as he did; however any thoughts she had were soon interrupted by the doors to the other interior corridors of the facility being busted open. Pristiss turned, faced the new figure, and said, “Who are you!? What do you want here?” The odd figure, though, gave no answer. Streaks of crimson covered the door and outer walls of the narrow hallway. Pristiss looked down and saw at the figure’s feet, the beheaded body of her aid she had been waiting on for so long... A pool of blood leaked from its neck where the head had seemed to have been torn out not just off, but out. Bits of flesh, muscle, and blood vessel seemed to have been sprung from the neck area and were now stuck onto the floor and wall. His wings were ripped off as well, and in fact had been segmented and laid in different spots throughout the hallway. The figure dropped the man’s head in the doorway where it bounced once a bit just due to mass. A look of terror and pain was frozen on its pale face. Part of the spine and throat parts such as the windpipe actually remained with the head, keeping it from rolling away, acting as a sort of ball and chain that was imbedded in the poor soul who was burdened with it. Upon seeing this, Pristiss pulled out a flask. It was a plain silver flask, no distinguishing features whatsoever. She unscrewed the cap of the container and tipped it, the open top facing her hand. Out of it poured the sea water she was restricted to have on her person due to the energy restrictions the city was having at the moment. The clear-blue, cool, refreshment washed onto and out of her hand, and yet, it did not splash, it almost slithered down to the ground. It eventually fell to the floor, and actually seemed to be a very solid whip. Indeed, it was quite solid. Pristiss cracked it and readied herself, being sure to close the flask’s top and tuck it away in a safe place. She would gain no answers from this person, or rather this monster. Whatever it was, it must’ve had something to do with Payne...
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Also, I'm surprised WEEGEE hasn't posted yet, as I took until now to get this because of other things taking up my time (*cough*andiprocrastinated*cough*.[/ooc]
^Just finished actually.
I'm sure we'll remember that the next time you take a month. :pOh, and like I said, if the people other than Traveler, Zaidon, and MM would still like to participate, post now or DIE.
Some here might get mad if you do focus more on story. It isn't gunjin enough or something.Thinking about it further, it appears to me that virtually everyone who focused on a good story rather than resorting to overpowered godmoding crap has left, with a few notable exceptions.
Don't get me wrong, I enjoy a good regular "Gunjin-styled" brawl, but some would prefer there be less story and more action in everything short of an RP, which is bothersome.
Also, I can't voice my agreement on the be willing to die points.
Though I do think a competitive attitude is good for Gunjin, writing is good as well, and if a character should be dead right there, and isn't for a stupid and uncreative reason then it just descends into chaos.
I don't necessarily advocate such things as scripted ending battles, as I said, competitiveness is one thing that makes this stuff so good at all. (If scripted endings is your thing then go for it, whatever, not saying it is the devil or whatever.)
I too, during my absence, did much MUCH reading through the Gunjin. Whenever we went into a town I would use a laptop and some local access wifi to get online, then would save web pages and view them later with my own computer.
I tend to pretty much agree with you both. Mostly anyway. Not anything I can point out I really disagree with you on at the moment, anyway. (of course I've been up for a while now, so maybe I shall sleep on it and come up with a witty remark or two)
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"Oh where is he? We have to have this place organized before the ceremony tonight," said Pristiss Quennel Pelagia, the avian girl. A single drop of sweat ran down her temple and on to her glasses which covered her blue eyes. She was no more than 5' 4, had dark blonde pinned up fancily but not in an over-the-top manner, and was dressed in a nice black suit with standard holes in the back for her white-feathered wings to slip through. She had been put in charge of organizing the ceremony of welcoming; a ceremony for showing great welcome to a dignitary of great importance. He was a strong warrior from an ironically named nation of, "Ford's Ocean".
They had to use the local library for the ceremony, because in order to bring the dignitary aboard their floating city they had to leave their natural salt water power source of the ocean behind and venture above and into the desert. The dignitary's nation was unseen, possibly underground or simply using an old stealth technology that only this supposedly great nation had known about. Though it was seen as a great honor to have any dignitaries come aboard, from a great nation or not. The lack of water in the area however left more than a few areas without full power, including the coliseum and auditorium. The library was fine for Pristis though, as she voluntarily worked there regularly and knew her way around quite well. She found herself at times habitually organizing books in fact. The only real problem was that her aid was late, and she would need his help to get everything done in time. She had been working diligently all afternoon, and had gotten more than half way done, but there was still too much to do to get done within the next couple of hours.
She heard a shifting come from the balcony. She looked over to it. There standing near the arch-door-like window, on the balcony, was a familiar face that Pristiss had not seen in ages, a dark-brown-haired avian-man. He was about average in height, dressed in sand covered rags, and looking like he had just taken on an army.
" Killian! What are you doing here? You were banished. You shouldn't be here!" Pristiss said, half thinking she had lost her mind from over exertion.
"Pristiss, I had to come here, I needed water, supplies, and I had to see you..." Payne said, nearly mumbling, several subtle emotions running noticeably through his mind...
"Killian, we can't speak, you killed another, not just another, but many others. You have to leave, now." Pristiss Quennel replied adamantly.
"Quenn I-" Payne began.
"Pristiss," she interrupted.
"Pristiss, I also came to warn you, there is something, or someone, planning to invade this castle city. I cannot explain yet, but you should trust no one, especially anyone new you meet that you think you can trust."
There was a shifting and then a loud crash behind the door leading to the other corridors.
"I must go now, remember, and trust none that try to get close to you."
He said this whilst wishing silently he could go across the room, to leave the grasp of the torturous sun and stroke the pale beauty of his former lover's face, but the sunlight seemed to form a barrier in the doorway, never allowing him such pleasures. He could hardly stand. His muscles were growing weak. It was like he was being drained. The shade seemed to hurt him and even scare him somewhat. He had to leave her, again, like the time before.He left through the arch-door, got to the balcony, and went around the corner. Eventually he would make his way down the spiraling, "sidewalks," on the sides of the several structures that were connected together as a network.
Pristiss considered following him if nothing else than to figure out why he would do such things as he did; however any thoughts she had were soon interrupted by the doors to the other interior corridors of the facility being busted open. Pristiss turned, faced the new figure, and said, “Who are you!? What do you want here?” The odd figure, though, gave no answer. Streaks of crimson covered the door and outer walls of the narrow hallway. Pristiss looked down and saw at the figure’s feet, the beheaded body of her aid she had been waiting on for so long... A pool of blood leaked from its neck where the head had seemed to have been torn out not just off, but out. Bits of flesh, muscle, and blood vessel seemed to have been sprung from the neck area and were now stuck onto the floor and wall. His wings were ripped off as well, and in fact had been segmented and laid in different spots throughout the hallway. The figure dropped the man’s head in the doorway where it bounced once a bit just due to mass. A look of terror and pain was frozen on its pale face. Part of the spine and throat parts such as the windpipe actually remained with the head, keeping it from rolling away, acting as a sort of ball and chain that was imbedded in the poor soul who was burdened with it. Upon seeing this, Pristiss pulled out a flask. It was a plain silver flask, no distinguishing features whatsoever. She unscrewed the cap of the container and tipped it, the open top facing her hand. Out of it poured the sea water she was restricted to have on her person due to the energy restrictions the city was having at the moment. The clear-blue, cool, refreshment washed onto and out of her hand, and yet, it did not splash, it almost slithered down to the ground. It eventually fell to the floor, and actually seemed to be a very solid whip. Indeed, it was quite solid. Pristiss cracked it and readied herself, being sure to close the flask’s top and tuck it away in a safe place. She would gain no answers from this person, or rather this monster. Whatever it was, it must’ve had something to do with Payne...
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Also, I'm surprised WEEGEE hasn't posted yet, as I took until now to get this because of other things taking up my time (*cough*andiprocrastinated*cough*.[/ooc]
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It is, unfortunately, as Galefore put it. "Fun" prevails. Therefore, since my last post "Funned" you to death, it is more liable to win. Perhaps Metal Man's newest weapon should be a giant hammer named "Fun", with which he mindlessly smashes anything that dares talk or have a backstory. ;)A traveller wrote:But, based on what I have read, discussions like these only serve to rile people up for about two weeks before they go back to the same old crap.
Oh well. I at least tried.
I'm not entirely sure if it can be changed. Heck, I sat and pushed Sean Kelly for four years and even he eventually changed. But here? Nah. Statements about godmoding are mostly lost to the aether. It is just left up to how you and your foe conduct themselves; no external authority is going to bother to stop it. *shrug*
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^^Way to misinterpret what I was talking about. :p I meant that these battles should bring you joy to write, not that the battle itself should be a big pile of goofy idiocy. I took great joy in reading everything that was gory and nasty (hence my enthusiasm for this tourney) and writing that **** for me is fun. So when you're doing these stories and battles, you should take joy in it.
As for authorities "stopping" godmoding, it's ludicrous to think some idiot isn't going to just kill you to death without you wanting them to sometimes, because unfortunately, some people are kind of morons. It's never been all that common in my battles (save for a few where I was literally OHKO'd myself, including my very first battle). Some people don't understand the rules. Rep and I have put a stop to it when we find it, but if your battle seems like it's being ridiculously super-powered, PM us. We don't (and can't) read every battle that occurs here, so as you put it, you have to understand and follow the rules on your own. The only thing "external authority" here can do is go "hey quit it read the rules" and then point them to the rule topic that was put in place. Like I said, if something gets ridiculous, PM me or Rep and we'll take care of it. It's really not a matter of us not caring. It's a matter of us not being made aware of it when it actually happens (we only ever hear about it in topics like this, or Selene's topic, where people are like "THERE IS GODMODING" and we're like "well then quit it" and nobody listens).
As for authorities "stopping" godmoding, it's ludicrous to think some idiot isn't going to just kill you to death without you wanting them to sometimes, because unfortunately, some people are kind of morons. It's never been all that common in my battles (save for a few where I was literally OHKO'd myself, including my very first battle). Some people don't understand the rules. Rep and I have put a stop to it when we find it, but if your battle seems like it's being ridiculously super-powered, PM us. We don't (and can't) read every battle that occurs here, so as you put it, you have to understand and follow the rules on your own. The only thing "external authority" here can do is go "hey quit it read the rules" and then point them to the rule topic that was put in place. Like I said, if something gets ridiculous, PM me or Rep and we'll take care of it. It's really not a matter of us not caring. It's a matter of us not being made aware of it when it actually happens (we only ever hear about it in topics like this, or Selene's topic, where people are like "THERE IS GODMODING" and we're like "well then quit it" and nobody listens).