The Second Tournament of the Red Lions Volume 2: Electric Boogaloo

[Galefore]

SHUT THE HELL UP AND DO NOT RUSH ME. Dammit, I have several things that need my attention, and I'm nearly through. It'll take me two days at the most, and it'll probably be up tomorrow. Jesus, give me a little bit of time. I'm overloaded as it is.

[LOOT]

I may sound like an ******* saying this, but you should have thought of that BEFORE volunteering to be a judge.

[t3hDarkness]

Since I am out of the tourney, I volunteer myself if you have to drop out of judging, Galefore.

[Erdawn Il Deus]

Alright, Galefore has made us aware of his presence His judgings are fairly detailled, too. Now, as for the other no-show, remembering we have three, judges - where are you and what the hell.

EDIT - Bomby. I am a tazmanian devil of impatience.

[Galefore]

Okay. Some notes before I begin:

1: I have not read any of the other judge’s comments, and thus this is as impartial as it should have been last round. In fact, last round I judged BEFORE reading L007’s post, but I ended up posting after my little peak.

2: There are fewer comments this time, as I was hampered with an insane amount of responsibility and thus had VERY little time. Hence, the comments are reduced to praise, a tad of scolding, and then a winner declaration.

(Footnote: Did everyone HAVE to have their balls crushed? I mean, being a guy myself, I felt EVERY freaking blow when those Gunjin-style ball shots came a-vyin’ for my precious sanity. Thanks a lot, insultingly brutal attack.)

Acradius Versus Erdawn

Acradius: Ah, this was a wonderful performance. It was nigh untouchable, what with your attention to detail and the level of polish and quality. It was worth it to read this. The fighting was as unbelievable, holding your own against a character that seems to be the embodiment of Satan, the Devil. Or at least, a very similar being. Good job all around, a performance to remember.

Erdawn: Damn, you went SATAN on his ass?! And that weapon splitting into a body encompassing uber-weapon? Brilliant. This was very well played. Your strategy was keen, and I enjoyed reading every word of it. You brought back your signature brutality in spades; it was a winning battle for you. Oh, and I notice the keyword for this battle was ‘immaculate’. That is EXACTLY what this battle was: immaculate. Untouchable. Unbelievable. Splendid work to the both of you.

Winner: Erdawn

Orchis Versus Repster

Orchis: Nice. You actually did a LOT of practical, painful damage to even the regenerator himself, Aidan. Although you were being assaulted by pure chaos and torture, and the insanity unbridled and feared by all who know Aidan, you held your own so well that it was amazing. Odin truly IS the Allfather, my friend. Good job all around. Because I feel like you did more damage (even if it wasn’t permanent), I believe that I will give you the win this time (No offense, Repster.). It was an inanely tough decision, because it was amazing how well you both fought, but remember, I’m judging on damage and who was in control. Since you both seemed to have control in each post, damage gets the win. Even though Rep’s last post ended up doing more damage, it made no sense and, if he stated the principle of messing with reality as he meant it, really didn’t happen… Okay, I admit it, I’m just as confused as Orchis. Still, it really felt to me like you both won. On overall, practical, non whatsowhositchaoticwhatthef**k damage, I say its Orchis. Seriously. Now, I’ll go strangle myself for being so confused when I am supposed to be on top of things.

Repster: O_o. Uh. Yeah. That was utterly inSANE. And you meant it to be that way. Seriously, overall, I mean no offense when saying I give the win to Orchis. I just went with the one I decided after some VERY heavy thought. Still, VERY brilliant, ‘specially the first and last posts. Chaos, my friend, chaos. Good job.

Winner: Orchis

Scripture Versus Deathscythe

Scripture: Ah, now this was as good as always, if not better. The dialogue was fantastic, with your character having a very distinct personality (which is rare among the heap of cookie-cutter RP characters strewn throughout this inter-web), and the chains, and the pain, and the control of gravity. Albino man with an anger problem, a potty-mouth, and the chains that just make it all the more badass? I genuinely give you high marks for that character alone. The fighting itself was good. Probably more brutal, or perhaps just as brutal, as the best of the best. I liked it. I feel as if you were the winner, in control despite Daren’s control of the disease and the Blood of the Damned. Still, this was an epic battle, to say the least.

Deathscythe: Damn! What happened to that kid I invited to the Gunjin who used a DBZ rip-off and posted badly typed one-paragraph crap with Bart and the VGX era! You’ve improved, and I mean that in the best way possible. Even your violence in this, the tournament of gushing blood, was quite well-portrayed. You DID ignore (or simply misunderstand) some details, but all in all, you successfully made this a pretty hard decision. In the end, I shall give this to Scripture. Do not hold it against me…

Winner: Scripture

VGAddict Versus Wyborn

VGA: Well, you did better than last round. Still, you need to work on a few things: You healed your wounds completely, which is against the rules in a sense that you can only heal fatal wounds. Truthfully, even Repster broke this rule to a certain extent, but his character’s main ability is regeneration, and your regeneration seems to have been randomly spawned last-minute. No offense. Not like it really matters. Also, you wore kid-gloves throughout most of the fight, not even barely breaking skin until your last post. This is a tournament of VIOLENCE! He’s WYBORN! He can handle a few utterly destroyed body parts! Go wild on him! Do not hesitate to knock the s**t out of his writhing body! Anyway, you did fine. You almost started to hold your own against Cuchulainn, but in the end… Well, you didn’t, sorry. Improve past this point, because I know you have it in you. You are a promising prospect, and I expect great things in the future.

Wyborn: Great. You showed that usual oh-so-visceral violence that makes you want to read more and more. Also, you dealt with a healer quite nicely, just as your brother seems to have, so I commend you highly. You taught VGA one of his first in-battle lessons, and he deserved a good fight. You delivered. Also, as I stated, that last uber-violent post? Brilliant.

Winner: Wyborn.

[Asnabel]

Suspense!

[deathscythe]

Congrats to Scrip, good fight.

[Bomby]

Believe it or not, the rules give us judges a whole week to do our judgings, and sometimes, SOMETIMES, not everything is as you think it will be. So if you have problem with my tardiness, I've got two fully loaded Mark XIX Desert Eagles that would love to renegotiate the offer, caspice?

... no, I'm serious...

Now it's been a long week, and I finally just got enough time to finish reading the last of all the battles, so if you wouldn't mind...

Erdawn
Repster
Death (really ****ing close, though)
Wyborn

[deathscythe]

Well, at least I wasnt blown out.

[SilverWind]

[Edit: Dammit. Wyborn posting here. Can we have our matchups?]

[Erdawn Il Deus]

[QUOTE=Bomby Digital]Believe it or not, the rules give us judges a whole week to do our judgings, and sometimes, SOMETIMES, not everything is as you think it will be. So if you have problem with my tardiness, I've got two fully loaded Mark XIX Desert Eagles that would love to renegotiate the offer, caspice?

... no, I'm serious...[/QUOTE]

And I of course am licensed to use the C7A1 assault rifle on duty. Not that it matters. Anyway, after you've posted the matchups Bomb, it would be nice to get a little feedback as to why you made your choices. Just so a few battlers who I won't mention aren't reduced to walking away scratching their heads. You know. Sit em down. Give em something to chew over.

[Scripture]

OoC: *agrees with Erdawn* /OoC

Daren looked up, and for an instant he relished the beautiful blue sky behind and among the giant. For that instant it dawned on him that through all the pain he had won, he had beaten the smart-talking Isthmal with his Blood of the Damned, his disease—but then something coursed sickeningly through the remnants of his stomach, and a whole thought blazed across his mind (You’re attacking a corpse, you stupid **********). He turned around, as best he could, thinking the voice behind him. It wasn’t. But the thing was, he didn’t feel alone, even with Isthmal’s pale head in pieces before him. The body was dead, but his influence lived on like the aftershocks of an earthquake. And so Daren’s body, Daren’s broken mess of a body, began to pull and bulge in the wrong places, as if some sort of alien parasite were finished incubating and looking for some way out that wasn’t a gaping wound.

And suddenly, his flesh neatly pulled from his body.

His blood sloughed from his veins.

His bones cracked neatly apart.

His muscles slinked off his bones.

And slowly, as if by gusts of wind, he was smoothly rent apart – and then, when he was perfectly dissected, the winds stopped, dropping his divided remnants off the platform and into the ruined world below.

Then Isthmal, oddly, stood up, as perfect as if his ruined body was whole, and made his way down the statue, walking. His body was perpendicular to the statue. His head hurt.

[Asnabel]

Good match, Repster. Don't disappoint me with this fatality.

[Erdawn Il Deus]

When Acradius opened his eyes, he realised he was really only opening one. And that other than that fact, he was very littly aware of anything else. Nothing... felt. There was only the faint knowledge of a very deep agony in the basement level of his awareness. The left periphery of his vision was blurred and dark, red sometimes, starbursts, he was unsure exactly how badly 'the star of morning' had wounded him. He was unsure exactly how much he wanted to rectify that.

There was someone above him. He was deaf. But the lips were moving. He could understand. He was... scared... but it wasn't the prospect of death that frightened him. There was another word for it. He couldn't think of it.

That face. The lips moved. Above them, darkness hovered. In two patches. Like starbursts of vision-loss, black-holes, hallucinations. No eyes, only... wounds. Something hot was dripping on his face. He thought he could see the spreading of black feathers, like moth wings against the blurry skyline.

"I will not let you die, chronomancer." The lips were red. Very red. Dark red. They seemed to spread.. something dripping on his face and he remembered something, some line of dark poetry that made his bowels quiver. For HE is the child with the mouth of blood... Hot, on his face, dripping.

The face moved closer. "But this time, your ressurection will weigh more heavily on the scale. You must place something of greater weight."

The darkness of his eyes blotted out everything. If there was a God, he was not present in that blackness.

"Of course, you have little choice." Hot breath on his lips. "Drink from my communion, time warrior." His mouth closed over Aacradius', and the time warrior fought back as best he could and longer than any mortal being should have, through teeth and tongue and turning of the neck, but in the end, he drank.

And gorged.

And there was hot, dark laughter.

A worst word. ...Servitude...