PXO: The Killzone [IC]
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				Title: <strong>PXO: The Killzone [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>09-01-2016, 01:04:54</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size">THE KILLZONE</span></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><br>This is a strenuous training ground that only 1% of video game characters survive. When you enter this place, upon graduation, you will never look back. You will have nightmares. The Killzone will forever be ingrained upon your very soul—you will never escape it! You will cry; you will laugh; some of you will quit and wear SHAME as a yolk for the remainder of your pathetic pixelated life. This is the gauntlet ladies. Welcome.</span><br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">LEAD KILLZONE INSTRUCTOR</span></span></div><div align="center">(http://orig01.deviantart.net/7bec/f/2015/057/9/3/guile_by_enriquenl-d8jmxq2.png)</div><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">KILL INSTRUCTORS</span></span></div><div align="center"><em>If a player sees a character that is a NPC that they want as a playable character, then they can contact the GMs to make the request.</em></div><br><div align="center"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(http://www.rantgamer.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/09/7.-Cammy1.jpg)<br><strong>Cammy White</strong><br><em>Street Fighter Series</em></div></td><td><div align="center">(https://i.ytimg.com/vi/2k4X2PfgRb0/hqdefault.jpg)<br><strong>Augustus "Cole Train" Cole</strong><br><em>Gears of War</em></div></td><td><div align="center">(http://www.cosplayhouse.com/images/D/Fire-Emblem-Awakening-Frederick-Cosplay-Costume-Version-01-003.jpg)<br><strong>Frederick</strong><br><em>Fire Emblem: Awakening</em></div></td><td><div align="center">(http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/callofduty/images/f/f5/John_Price_profile_picture_CoD_Online.png/revision/latest?cb=20130115143403)<br><strong>Captain John Price</strong><br><em>Modern Warfare 3</em></div></td><td><div align="center">(http://orig05.deviantart.net/729d/f/2014/242/e/b/angeal_hewley_by_insant-d7tpmcg.jpg)<br><strong>Angeal Hewley</strong><br><em>FF7: Crisis Core</em></div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">KILLZONE RALLY</span></span></div><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">All characters are to rally at the Kill Simulator located on Science and Research floor 49 of Tetris Castle. The Kill simulator puts characters into The Killzone, a realistic world where pain and death will feel as real as the real thing; however, no character can die in the simulation. The hero’s goal is not to talk back to the Kill Instructors but to pay close attention to what they say. The mission of each Kill Instructor is to place every hero in a scenario that will challenge their ability to lead, fight, problem solve, and work as a team even with teammates who they may not even like. Quitters die in the simulation and are never seen again by the time the simulation is over. Heroes who survive the Killzone are the most worthy to save the world. Squad selections will be announced upon graduation.</span><br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Note: No character really dies in the simulation. Dying feels real, but they're just ejected from the simulator. If you fail the simulator, then you fail the game. Game Over.</strong></span></div><br><div align="center">(http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/combatarms/images/2/2b/Training_Grounds_1.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20100526020854)</div><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">KILLZONE RULES</span></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">1.<strong> Do not talk back to the KIs.</strong> They are here to help you succeed.<br>2. <strong>Do not cheat.</strong> Hacking the simulation is cheating and automatic dismissal from the program.<br>3. <strong>Do your best to finish the program.</strong> This is the very beginning of the game. If you can’t pass this, then you may not make it through the rest of the game.</span><br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">KILLZONE BARRACKS</span></span></div><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">The characters won’t exactly know the length of time spent within the Killzone. Some of the characters may forget that they're even in a simulation. They may not also know that they’re being watched by the Seven. However, the best of memories can be made within the Killzone. The camaraderie shared between heroes can have them all succeed. The program is stressful, difficult, and irritating, but the heroes are going through it together. Enjoy the memories that your characters will make.<br><br>I do not intend the Killzone to go on for several days. A lot of the time spent in the Killzone will be implied in game, so just go along with it. There may be some time skips to keep the ball rolling. Just enjoy the interaction.</span><br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">THE WALL OF SHAME</span></span></div><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><em>These are the heroes who thought that they could challenge the Killzone and who have failed for reasons not entirely due to actually failing. Some failures were a result of behavior.</em><br><br>Johnny “Akiba” Sasaki<br>Dan Hibiki<br>Bad Box Art Mega Man<br>Slippy<br>Lester The Unlikely<br>Bubsy<br>Boogerman<br>Flappy Bird<br>Papyrus<br>Anthony Carmine<br>Toad<br>Rabbid</span></div><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Calendar</strong></span></span><br><div align="center"><strong>Current in game time, date, and weather: January 18, 2016, 9:00AM, sunny, warm mid-80s.</strong></div><div align="center">(http://www.calendarpedia.co.uk/images/months/2016/calendar-january-2016.png)</div><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Tag</strong></span></span><br><br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatleft][img height=200][/img][/floatleft]<br>[b]Name:[/b]<br>[b]Title:[/b] (if applicable)<br>[b]Game:[/b]<br>[b]Time:[/b]<br>[b]Location:[/b]<br>[b]Tagging:[/b] [b]Mentioned:[/b]</code></pre><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 36pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Links</strong></span></span><br><br>Recruitment/Info Thread (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=242462.0)<br><br>Platform City (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=242463.0)<br><br>Approved Characters Thread (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=242505.0)<br><br>OOC (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=242686.0)
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				Title: <strong>Re: PXO: The Killzone [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>19-01-2016, 05:58:17</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 36pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>GM</strong></span></div><div class="floatright">(http://img1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20130120020045/fantendo/images/b/b6/LakituNSMBU.png)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">On a white smiling cloud, Lakitu set out on a journey with a cloud-full of letters, requesting the aid of every hero the Koopa could find in the Arcade universe. He passed from one dimension to the next, finding heroes that they might have thought to have been too elusive to be found. Popping out of his cloud, he handed each hero that he found a letter with golden ink intricately written with curls and dips, and bearing the wax seal of a cluster of shapes on the back representing Tetris Castle and the Platform Kingdom. When the heroes would crack the seal on the letter and open it, the Koopa would quickly launch back into the sky, resuming his sworn duties. The letter read:</span><br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: palatino linotype;" class="bbc_font"><em>Dear Hero,<br><br>You are receiving this letter because you were chosen to undertake a most challenging task. Your life will be endangered if you so choose to selflessly take up arms in defense of your world as well as others…</em></span></div><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">The letter went on to explain the Mugen Virus, and how it had so far corrupted the seven kingdoms. It spoke of the villains who had submitted to the virus and who now threaten to expand their infectious armies into other universes. If nothing was done, then The System would crash. At the end of the message, the heroes were given the option to circle “yes” if they would undertake the mission to save The System or “no” if they wouldn’t. They could easily make their decision by writing utensil or touching either answer with their finger (or flipper). When “yes” was chosen, the letter folded closed on its own and vanished in a puff of smoke. A white magic circle burst into existence on the ground before the hero, acting as a summoning circle to pull them from their dimension into the Platform Kingdom.</span><br><div class="floatleft">(http://pre04.deviantart.net/4677/th/pre/i/2015/207/c/e/q_bert_render_edit_by_nibroc_rock-d92ssb4.png)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Upon arriving, they would manifest within the vast foyer of a castle that didn’t have a lord, guard, or servant in sight. It was so empty that even the softest of footsteps resonated off the walls, and in this case, the footsteps of an orange, bipedal creature were heard shuffling over to the heroes. The small creature stared at them expectantly with its glimmering eyes as though he was stricken with admiration by the sight of so many heroes. Still it hadn’t been enough. When you were planning to go to war against an army well…you expected to have an army, but it would do.<br><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>@!#?@!</strong></span> said Qbert. A robotic gibberish left his massive siphon that not many would understand, but whatever he said, he started to walk away and then stopped to peer over his nonexistent shoulder. <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>@!#?@!</strong></span><br><br>Whatever he was saying, by this point, it was probably something like “follow me.” The little guy would lead them to an elevator and with his beak, he jumped up and pecked the button for the upper levels and afterwards pecked in the numbers 4-9. The warp elevator resounded with a loud hum as it began to glow with a blue luminescence. Qbert stepped closer to the elevator and jumped into it, his orange feet flipping over his head into a front flip before he winked out of existence. The heroes would have to pad in the correct floor and proceed similarly if they wished to follow, however, the warp elevator was capable of warping more than one person.<br><br>The 49th floor was dark and hummed, beeped, and whirred with electronic life. The blue glow of several tanks containing strange aliens and beasts, some whole and others dissected, lit the darkness. The silhouette of the orange spherical creature could be seen in the dark as he once again beckoned:<br><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>@!#?@!</strong></span></span><br><br><div align="center">(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/fallout/images/2/2f/X-13_VR_simulation_room.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20121125211409)</div><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">As the heroes would once again follow him, he led them to an empty room that was covered in glowing hexagonal shapes with two strange engines and a floating cube in the center. Once all the heroes were inside, Qbert shuffled out and turned around in the doorway to face them.<br><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>%!&amp;?@</strong></span><br><br>That might have been a “goodbye” because right after, the room sealed. The room began to hum and between the two engines gleamed a light that engulfed the whole interior. Everything was whited out of existence, and as the light started to slowly fade, the heroes would experience new sensations. The ground was soft beneath their feet—sand. Seagulls were squawking:<br><br><em>Mine!</em><br><br><em>Mine!</em><br><br><em>Mine!</em><br><br>The air smelled of salt as though the ocean was nearby. Could they be on an island? As they regained their eyesight, there were six figures standing before them. The one standing before the five was tall, clad in green and camo like an American soldier with arms about as wide as tree trunks. Tattoos of an American flag were etched onto each of his deltoids and from behind mirror Aviators the Lead Killzone Instructor known as Guile silently regarded the eight heroes before him, giving them a chance for the haze to fade from their eyes.<br><br>The silence was however interrupted as the big, black kill instructor known as Augustus “Cole Train” Cole spread his arms in welcome and exclaimed, “WELCOME BITCHES! IT’S GAME TIME! WOOO!”<br><br>Guile’s arms were folded behind his back in parade rest as he went onto <em>properly</em> greet the heroes to the Killzone:<br><br>“Welcome to the Killzone. I am Lead Kill Instructor William Guile. Let me begin by saying this place is real. You can get injured here and you can die here. The training in which you are about to undertake will be an assessment of your overall capabilities. You will be tested mentally and physically and most importantly as a team. This training will be hard, but if you do as you are told, then you will succeed. If any of you are to shrink in weakness and attempt to escape this island, then I warn you, an Emerald Weapon guards these waters. If the Killzone doesn’t kill you, then the simulation will. Now, I will introduce to you your Kill Instructors.”<br><br>Guile stepped aside and from left to right presented to the group of heroes each instructor:<br><br>“Kill Instructor Cammy White. Codename Killer Bee. She has Special Forces training and specializes in the Shadaloo fighting techniques. Do not let her appearance fool you. If I had to choose a partner between you heroes and her, I wouldn’t think twice about choosing her.”<br><br>“Kill Instructor Augustus ‘Cole Train’ Cole. He was once a famous thrashball player, but has since sacrificed that lifestyle to take up arms in defense of The System. He is experienced in a plethora of weapons, explosives, and armored vehicles, and has been a member of Delta Squad for as long as I can remember.”<br><br>“Yeah baby! Nobody plays this game like me! Nobody!” Cole exclaimed.<br><br>“Kill Instructor Frederick, Great Knight of Ylisse, deputy of the Shepherds. He is experienced in mounted battle against sorcerers, beasts, and fell dragons. He is a perfectionist, and so I warn you all to only show Great Knight Frederick 100%.”<br><br>“Kill Instructor Captain John Price. He is a member of British Special Forces 22nd SAS (Special Air Service) Regiment and Task Force 141. His experience on the battlefield surpasses my own. He may look old, but I’m sure he can outperform the lot of you.”<br><br>Captain Price was puffing on a fat cigar when he pinched it between his fingers and removed it. Exhaling a gray plume from his lips, he warned the heroes, “Any of ya barmy rooks call me old and I’ll tie ya to a fishin’ line and serve ya arse to the Weapon.”<br><br>“Kill Instructor Angeal Hewley is a SOLDIER 1st Class. He is a master swordsman and super soldier from Midgar. Out of all of my Kill Instructors, I will say that Angeal is the nicest, but don’t lose your bearing. You are here to learn and we aren’t your friends.”<br><br>Guile turned back to the heroes. “By now I’m sure that you noticed that any equipment that you brought with you into the simulation is missing. You will rely on whatever we give you from here on out. You all will wear the same uniform for you are all the same until you prove otherwise.”<br><br>The heroes would notice that they were all wearing camouflage jungle print uniforms. Black boots, cargo pants, cap, jacket, and brown undershirt (refer to BDUs in Google for a visual).<br><br>“Now that we have introduced ourselves to you. You must do the same. Tell us your name, where you come from, and what compelled you to come here.”</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: PXO: The Killzone [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>scribus1000</strong> on <strong>19-01-2016, 08:19:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://s29.postimg.org/px60wtxxj/rsz_176095_far_cry_instincts_predator_xbox_360_s.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jack Carver<br><strong>Game:</strong> Far Cry: Instincts - Predator<br><strong>Time:</strong> Jan 18th, 0900<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Killzone<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> N/A <br><strong>Mentioned:</strong> All<br><br><hr><br><em>“WELCOME BITCHES! IT’S GAME TIME! WOOO!”</em><br><br>Jack simply stared at the black man.<br><br>Jack's yellowed eyes were flat, with a stoic expression that some long-dead sculpture artist could have etched into stone somewhere. Between the sudden message less than an hour prior that had come to him in the middle of a bar--it begged the question of how the silly-ass carrier knew where to find him in the first place--and the abrupt 'departure' from Micronesia that occurred the instant he touched the paper over its 'Yes' option, and <em>then</em> the lengthy trip he took to get there with something whose words he failed to understand... he was less than thrilled to find some random guy screaming at the end of his whited-out, flash-grenade of a journey. Maybe it was symbolic of how his time in this gig was going to go. Too early to tell, but his money was still on a yes. If he were willing to gamble it, anyway. Regardless, he did not speak to him; the loud man wasn't alone, and from what Jack could slightly feel via a gut impulse, he didn't seem to be all talk. None of the five others in front of seemed like underprepped combatants, he could look at them and tell that much.<br><br>Normally he would have turned down that outta-the-blue message--but he was one of the idiots living in this multiverse, so...one way or another, the issue would come to him. He'd rather meet it on his own terms, and hey, something lucrative could come out of all this.<br><br>...Eventually.<br><br>For now though, the 'Kill Instructors' that stood before him held his attention, and the lead guy laid it all out for them. Rules and regulations. What to expect. An obligatory warning that Jack narrowed his eyes at. Threats...he didn't take those well. But, as it stood, there was little he could do about it. His abilities were still there....he could feel it. Could feel that pulse-pounding desire for freedom and primal essence, still lurking in him. But it'd been awhile. Longer than he'd have liked to admit, and the mostly dormant power inside of him felt like being caged. There were things he knew he should be able to do, but couldn't. Repeatedly he expected to catch the scent of one of these people near him, but he could barely pick up anything other than the salt from the sea. Fucking hell.<br><br>These weren't even his clothes--the K.I.'s here had planned all this out pretty damn well. Whoever they could use would go on. Any liabilities would be cut away. Jack knew what side he was going to have to shoot for. Question was, how many liabilities were abound in this fresh squad of grunts about to meet the grinder? He had no illusions--he was one of those grunts, even <em>if</em> he had been in the military in the past. Everyone starts fresh in another world. In his case, that applied on multiple frustrating fronts, but he wouldn't let that annoyance show. His yellow eyes flicked to each introduced K.I., and then to the line of recruits he was part of. There was an urge to adjust his cap, that he did not attempt to satisfy. Hands kept at his sides, he was the first to speak, in his loud, but calm and controlled, voice.<br><br><strong>"I'm Jack Carver of Ubisoft, Montreal; And I'm here to learn how to fight again."</strong> Not particularly inspired or patriotic, but hey, it got his feelings on the matter across. He would look to those that spoke next, making an effort to memorize their names; though any particularly discerning features would be committed to memory as well.<br><br><hr><em>620 words: 2 XP<br><strong>[||||||||||]</strong> 2/10</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: PXO: The Killzone [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EdwardShane</strong> on <strong>19-01-2016, 10:00:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.destructoid.com/ul/user/2/25438-292718-shanoa51jpg-620x.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Shanoa<br><strong>Title:</strong> Glyph Master<br><strong>Game:</strong> Castlevania: Order of Ecclesia<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Jan. 18, 9:00 AM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Killzone (Beach?)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All<br><strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><br><hr><br>As dawn broke over a certain section of the Konami region, so too did a raven haired woman wake up and rise.&nbsp; For several moments, Shanoa paused to watch the sun rise over the horizon of the village she was staying within.&nbsp; As she contemplated, even she had to admit that it was curious that she always returned here.&nbsp; No matter where she wound up traveling, this small village was one she simply couldn't stay away from forever.&nbsp; Even more curious to her was that no matter how much time had passed, this was the one place that the inhabitants always seemed to remember and openly welcome her.&nbsp; It was the closest thing she had to a home now, especially with every trace of Ecclesia she could find having been purged.&nbsp; She did not allow the contemplation to last for long before she wound up preparing herself to meet the day.&nbsp; For some reason, she could not shake the feeling that something was going to happen soon, almost like the tension before a storm.<br><br>Once she was dressed and prepared, she quietly left the rooming that was provided for her by a kindly old woman by the name of Daniela.&nbsp; She did not wish to disturb her hostess' sleep, after all.&nbsp; It was not long after that she began to walk calmly through the village.&nbsp; Some of the people who lived here were beginning to stir as well at this point, beginning to go through their own respective morning routines.&nbsp; At least one had been awake before Shanoa, if the smell of Irina's freshly baked bread wafting through the air as she approached the woman's home was any indication.&nbsp; She considered dropping by to perhaps grab a bite to eat, but was given reason to hesitate by a sight she certainly did not expect to see.&nbsp; A smiling cloud with a turtle-like creature riding it seemed to be flying directly towards her.&nbsp; A Koopa, she believed they were called.&nbsp; One of the Nintendo kingdom's creatures regardless, of that she was positive.<br><br>Whatever the case, it handed her a rather ornate envelope, one that seemed to be rather important by its appearance alone.&nbsp; Upon turning it over, those suspicions were confirmed by the waxen seal upon it.&nbsp; Shanoa glanced up to the creature, speaking as she broke the seal to read the letter's contents.&nbsp; "Thanks...I guess?"&nbsp; As she began reading over the contents of the letter, the creature flew off, presumably to deliver other mail.&nbsp; The first couple of sentences alone were enough to tell Shanoa that this was a summons she couldn't just simply ignore.&nbsp; Still, it was best to read the letter all the way through, even if her mind was made up beforehand.&nbsp; Once she knew the full details of what was being worked with, she traced her thumb over the 'Yes' at the end, wondering just how she was supposed to fully handle this.&nbsp; As if to answer her question, the letter suddenly closed as if it had a mind of its own, and then vanished.&nbsp; This was followed by a mystical white circle abruptly springing into existence on the ground in front of her.&nbsp; She paused, staring at it for a few seconds before looking at the homes of the village around her.&nbsp; <em>Sorry, everyone...but I have to do this.&nbsp; Not just for you, but for all people who are like you.</em>&nbsp; After that silent apology for the abrupt departure, she stepped into the circle....<br><br>The next thing Shanoa knew, she was inside what looked to be a massive castle foyer along with several others that she figured must have gotten here the same way she had.&nbsp; A foyer devoid of personnel, at that.&nbsp; Well, unless the odd orange creature making its way towards them was one.&nbsp; Its movements created an echo throughout the place, and it seemed to regard them with what looked to be a sense of wonder.&nbsp; Or, at the very least, something close to it.&nbsp; Before she could voice any of the questions that were in her mind, it spoke to them.&nbsp; Well, kind of.&nbsp; It was a garbled noise that Shanoa could not make heads or tails of.&nbsp; As the creature began walking away, Shanoa briefly glanced to the others in the room with her, wondering if any of them understood what was said.&nbsp; She then spoke to the creature.&nbsp; "I'm...sorry, what?"&nbsp; It paused, looking over its shoulder at them and repeating the noise.&nbsp; It was giving Shanoa the impression that it wanted them to follow, and so with a slight shrug, Shanoa followed after it.<br><br>It lead them to what looked to be a fancier, more technologically advanced version of an elevator than what Shanoa was used to.&nbsp; She watched him press a series of buttons, taking note of which ones and in what order.&nbsp; Interestingly, the device seemed to teleport him, rather than waiting for everyone to get on to head to the 49th floor.&nbsp; She stepped forward and entered the device, though paused in pressing the buttons.&nbsp; Rather, she turned to everyone else, as it looked like they could all fit and be transported at the same time.&nbsp; "Shall we?"&nbsp; Once everyone interested in taking a group trip was in, she pressed the same buttons the curious creature had, sending the lot of them after the creature.<br><br>The floor they arrived on was a foreign layout to the Glyph Master.&nbsp; She paused, looking about at her new surroundings with interest before she heard the creature beckon to them once more in its strange manner of speech.&nbsp; Perhaps later she would be able to learn more about the strangeness of this floor and the curiosities it held.&nbsp; For now, though, it seemed like they were once more being told to follow it.&nbsp; The room they were led to this time was a rather strange one, being mostly barren save for two odd looking machines and a floating cube device of some sort.&nbsp; Shanoa stepped forward, peering around and wondering what this was all about.&nbsp; As she pondered, her thoughts were broken by the creature's voice coming from outside the room, speaking a different noise than it had before.&nbsp; She turned to look its direction just as the doors were sealed shut, trapping them all inside.&nbsp; There was a humming noise and a growing, blinding light emanating from the two machines.&nbsp; It was all Shanoa could do to bring her arms up to try and shield her eyes, though it was hardly of any use.<br><br>As her vision slowly began returning, she noted several things.&nbsp; The ground underneath them was not so hard as it had just been, and the sounds of seagulls crying were quite audible.&nbsp; She smelled the spray of the sea in the air, also.&nbsp; Most notably before her vision fully came back, though, was that she felt a bit...different, in terms of weight.&nbsp; It took her a few seconds, but she quickly realized that the source of it was that her clothing was not what she normally wore.&nbsp; She had many questions on her mind by this point, and once she was able to see a bit clearer, she only had more upon seeing who all was standing before the group that had entered the room they had previously been in.&nbsp; Fortunately, she was certain the questions would be answered soon enough.&nbsp; It was really just a matter of learning how she would feel about the answer.<br><br>They were first greeted rather enthusiastically by a man proclaiming that it was 'game time,' and then more professionally by who seemed to be the head honcho of this whole experience they seemed to be going through.&nbsp; He started by laying down the rules and explaining where they were and what was going on, and followed by introducing the other people who would also be in charge.&nbsp; It seemed like this was a mandatory series of tests to weed out the people that were not fit to fight in defense of the realms.&nbsp; While it sounded like her glyphs were likely not going to be allowed, Shanoa was not planning to let herself be weeded out.&nbsp; The last thing she wanted was to be removed from the ability to fight for what she felt was right.<br><br>After he finished the introductions of the people that they were to learn from, he wanted introductions from each of them.&nbsp; The first to speak up was a man who had struck her as one of the rougher types, someone who had seen dark times and muddled through them by whatever means he had needed to use.&nbsp; A man apparently from Ubisoft, who was also rather simple with what he was looking for out of this, proclaiming that he was here to learn how to get back into the thick of combat.&nbsp; Once he had finished and there was a space for another introduction, Shanoa spoke up.&nbsp; "My name is Shanoa, and I claim Wygol Village within the Konami kingdom as my home.&nbsp; I am here because I refuse to stand idly by when darkness looms on the horizon, threatening everyone and everything."&nbsp; <br><br><hr><br><div style="text-align: right;">Word Count:1540<br>EXP: 5</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: PXO: The Killzone [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drake Valentine</strong> on <strong>19-01-2016, 11:26:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/Morkael/Evil%20Dudes/prinny_by_xinometal-d4uz1fx.png_zpshorzic9v.jpeg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>'Hero' Prinny<br><strong>Title:</strong> Pvt. Prinny<br><strong>Game:</strong> Disgaea Series / Prinny: Can I Really Be the Hero?<br><strong>Time:</strong> Jan 18th, 0900<br><strong>Location:</strong> Killzone<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Instructors<br><strong>Mentioned:</strong>&nbsp; All<br><br><hr><br><div align="center">Back at the Netherworld</div><br>”You are all so stupid and worthless! You Prinnies can't do anything right! I told you to move this here, not rearrange my entire damn room!” <br><br>Overlord Etna, one of the most frightening adversaries to all Prinnies. Here they all honestly believed they were doing a good job, the room itself was a mess with things scattered about and now t had been rearranged for the better. That being, everything was placed in proper heaps, including clothing, accessories, furniture; the latter took a lot of effort to pile onto the bed, which was now broken underneath the excess of weight. Which Etna was giving them all a what for by reminding them what idiots they are for breaking her bed and other things. The sweat drops were visible among the prinnies that were gathered and when one boldly reminded her 'we done everything you requested, dood' an explosion followed that left the remaining surviving prinnies shaking on their pegged feet.<br><br>”This room better be organized when I return, or you are all going to be sorry!”<br><br>Was the last they heard from her as she departed in a fiery fit of rage. Already were the prinnies scampering about, trying to correct things to little to no avail. The one that wore the red scarf, caught eye of something sliding out of the rubble of clothing. ”What's this dood?” He stated as he examined the closed letter. ”A love letter, dood? Blackmail, dood?” He shook the letter about within his flipper, eyeing it carefully as the others around him continued to work. Breaking the seal and further examining it, he begun to read. ”Dood.” Along the lines involving being in danger to take up whatever quest. ”Dood!” He continued as he reached further down after all the information involving the virus and other mumble jumbo. He wasn't sure why it was in Etna's room, perhaps it was for her which was unbelievable that she would do anything to help. <br><br>“You better get back to work, dood, Master Etna shows up, we going to blame it all on you.” One of the fellow prinnies reminded him. ”Dood!” Now, given the choice of options, a simple yes could very well mean being free from Master Etna. If he did show up in her place, he wouldn't have to deal with her torturing him. He doubted anything, as grave as this letter may of made itself sound out to be, could be anything worse than her company. A simple press here was all he gave to the 'yes,' besides, if he can become human out of all of it, then surely he would be free regardless.<br><br><hr><br>Many 'doods' were followed from the smoke that surrounded the 'hero,' and afterwards when he vanished. ”Where am I, dood?” He inquired, not to familiar with such new surroundings or the strange creature that appeared to be smaller than he was that directed him to follow, along with the other odd looking individuals in the group. The Prinny tagged along with the rest of the group, pegged feet soundly beating along the floor as he waggled onwards behind them, but not too much to get him separated. Out one object and into another, his black eyes looking around within the strange room that had many things dissected and other experiments. ”Oh man, I should of known this was too good to be true, dood! I'm sorry Master Et-” Such would be incomplete as the creature bid them farewell, doors closed, and things turned to a bright white.<br><br>”-na... Dood?” <em>Did I die, dood? This don't look like Netherworld hospital.</em> The Prinny was already looking around, taking in the scenery of what seemed to be a beach. Shortly afterwards, he noticed his pouch was missing and he was, clothed? Flippers prodded at the camouflage material as the instructors went about their introductions. Something about playing a game, something about a weapon in the sea that will eat them, and other things about dying. That seemed to be the gist of it and probably out of the entire group gathered, he might of seemed the most out of place. Still, he wondered what world in the Netherworld this was or were they on the human world now? Maybe this was even Celestial? Well, perhaps not the latter, none of them looked like angels to him, so they were likely all humans.<br><br>Deciding to take the next in line of introductions, he stepped forwards, only to flop forwards onto the ground with a thud. What was this sorcery? Body shifting to sit up to look at the boots, before kicking them off his pegged feet. Perhaps they went on about same uniform, though some restrictions should be taken into consideration as far as body may go; it was amazing for the current clothing to even somewhat doll him up properly. The boots on the contrary wasn't going to work at all for a creature of his caliber; that much should be obvious from the way his feet were designed. Regardless, they would have to learn to just deal with it, otherwise such an issue would likely be a continued hindrance if not resolved in a different manner.<br><br>Brushing himself off with his flippers, he rose again, standing straight up and presenting a salute with his right flipper. ”I am Pvt. Prinny, dood, I come from the Netherworld! I am here, because nothing can be worse than being back there with Master Etna, dood. I mean, this sounds like a way for me to do some good, not that I am trying to get away from anyone, dood, or doing this selfishly to become human again. Do you have any sardines by chance, doods?” That very salute was something he held as he spoke and continued to hold it afterwards till otherwise addressed. Black eyes gazing onwards to the instructors, keeping whatever pose they may allow, even if he may have to stand this way till the rest were done with their introductions. <em>At least the breeze is nice, dood.</em> He could find many reasons to laze about this area if given the chance. <br><br><hr><div style="text-align: right;">Word Count:1026<br>EXP:3<br>XP ////////// (3/10) </div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: PXO: The Killzone [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Landshark</strong> on <strong>21-01-2016, 00:12:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://[pic])</div><strong>Name:</strong><br><strong>Title:</strong> Demonhunter/detective<br><strong>Game:</strong> Devil May Cry series<br><strong>Time:</strong> Jan 18th, 0900<br><strong>Location:</strong> Killzone<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><strong>Mentioned:</strong> All<br><hr><br>Dante had been through similar situations before. He had matched strength verse powers from other nations and come out on top...or at least even anyway.&nbsp; Seeing this new landscape sprawl out before him was unexpected but not new. As he touched the 'Yes' Option on the scroll he found himself teleported to a new realm. Not only that but he felt himself depleted. He wasn't just in a new world he was in an all new realm of the Platfrom. He could feel his experience fading as memory became a story in his mind. This wasn't good. He was reset and to the basics and now he had to figure out how to restore himself to full ability.&nbsp; It wasn't the first time it had happened but it was still a rare feeling. <br><br>The strange orange creature greeted him and the others then proceeded away. Dante knew that much was strange and new about the situation as little could produce the effects of his reset. He had to be in a new setting or at least in a new scenario. Looking about he noted the others with him and instantly realized he was no longer in his own country. The strange penguin creature was nothing known to his world and the angles of the other were different than what he was accustomed to. He tried to get the orange biped's attention only to be greeted with odd noises as it turned away. "Yo Basketball?"&nbsp; Lowering his head he surmised he could be in only one place, Platform City, The center of all. It was the only place where everything was balanced and equal, reset to its&nbsp; basic program. The orange creature seemed to lead them alone a path then to an elevator. One amongst them, a very pretty woman took charge and suggested they follow. "Shall we?" Dante nodded and stepped into the teleportation chamber. "Why not, seems we have an invitation." He gave the woman a nod and a smile and stepped inside. <br><br>When she pressed the button he felt his reality shift once again. This was a different place than they had been just a moment before. A line of mostly serious individuals stood before them and&nbsp; proceeded to introduce themselves. Dante was familiar with the first 2. Guile was a hero of the Capcom lands as was Cammy though not to such a high existent. The others were less known but their standing was without question. If Guile vouched&nbsp; for them then they must be of high standing in their respective worlds. Dante huffed as the group was introduced. He considered none of them his equal or better buy far. Even Guile was little more than a champion that had not earned the rank that Dante had. Sure he had beaten the boss of his setting but Dante had beaten the Boss and proceeded to defeat the boss of a cross world. Still he appeared to be the lord of this gathering so he kept his mouth shut. <br><br>As the other were introduced he did little but make note of who they were and yawn.&nbsp; Sure he was back at basic setting but it hardly meant he wasn't the son of Sparda the Dark Knight. He looked the 'Trainers' over with disdain. Of course they deserved respect but it didn't change the fact that Dante was a near god. Looking around he noticed the others in their group and&nbsp; gave a wry smile.<br><br>He found himself amougst a myriad of beautiful women and a few others. This was going to be a most intresting adventure indeed. The bestial man to his left spoke first and Dante could see a kindred spirit in him but then came the penguin. A strange creature to say the least and Dante could already detect the fouled spirit in it. Though not a demon, it was well on its way to being so. The woman who had spoken earlier came next and Dante couldn't hide his smile. This was a&nbsp; woman of focus and duty and he looked her over. She had a duty mentality, or at least she appeared too. Dante smirked and taking his hat off and tossing it to the side stepped forward next. Running a hand through his hair he took a smiling breath. "Dante, Capcom and the only way I'm leaving here is on a board." He took a cocky look at several of lovely ladies in the gathered party including Cammy. "I'm available for interested parties and ...well..parties in general." With that he gave a subtle bow and stepped back in line giving Guile a respectful nod as he did. <br>(774 Words= 2 exp)
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				Title: <strong>Re: PXO: The Killzone [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>23-01-2016, 01:50:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/legendofdragoon/images/4/4e/Rose.jpg/revision/latest?cb=00000000000000)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rose<br><strong>Title:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Game:</strong> Legend of the Dragoon<br><strong>Time:</strong>Jan. 18, 9:00 AM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Killzone<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> <strong>Mentioned:</strong><br><br>Fight....drink....sleep....fight...drink...sleep that was all Rose's life had become since the end of her story. Now in the Sony kingdom her hero days seemed limited to the sparring matches she had with the locals, and the few stray missions that paid just enough to keep her in the most basic of comforts. She had stood strong, fought for her lands and her friends destroyed the moon that never sets, and had virtually given her life to a cause. Leaving her with only one question left, now what?<br><br>Her life should have been peaceful now, but with no purpose left Rose found herself wondering. Her friends were scattered to the winds, and she was left back at the beginning of it all. Eternal life was a bitch when you ran out of things to do, or more so people to do them with. It was why she found herself enjoying another night in the pits. One of the many names the local fighting den had collected. It was no surprise to see so many different faces there. All the characters that were designed to fight for one reason or another, no left with nothing to do but try and live normal lives. <br><br>"Buttercup right? Or was it Daisy?" the large man said as he hopped from one foot to another, "Rose, my name is Rose. But you shouldn't really worry about my name. You won't be screaming later anyway." she smiled and gripped the edge of her rapier before charging her opponent once more. <br><br>It didn't take long for the ending bell to ring, "I'd say it was fun, but really...well maybe it was a little fun." Rose smiled as she stepped over the unconscious man and out of the makeshift ring. Some cheered and collected their money, some grumbled about the match being unfair for some reason. Honestly Rose didn't care as she collected her share of the winnings and moved towards the exit. Her blood boiled and the dragoon spirit within her felt at ease, at least for now, its need for battle stifled by the short matches of that filled her evening. <br><br>Leaving the gathering behind Rose made her way home. Or more so the Inn she had begun to call home. Her room was simple but it had what she needed, one of those things being a shower, or more so a long hot bath. It was a luxury she had learned to love since returning to the Sony Kingdom. Upon pushing her door open Rose saw a letter that had been slid underneath it. At first she picked up and tossed onto the table beside the door, it could wait till after she washed the sweat from her body. <br><br>Only when that was done did Rose return to the letter and finally open it. Her eyes scanned the first few lines before her brow scrunched and she sat down and suddenly began to take the strange not seriously. <br><br>She read the letter carefully and began to understand that all the kingdoms were at risk. The idea of it caused the dragoon spirit within her to stir, as if it could sense the possible impending battle. There was no doubt that they would eventually face what was coming, but with this letter coming her way she had a chance to try and face it head on now. It wasn't something Rose had been expecting, but it wasn't something she could ignore either. If by simple chance it gave her something real to do once more. So she dressed herself and took a breath before hitting yes. <br><br>She had no idea what to expect, but found herself almost excited to see the portal appear before her. "Looks like trouble," she smirked once and smoothing stepped forward. <br><br>Once her eyes adjusted to the new level of light Rose looked about her at the strange collection of hero's, and the even stranger orange beast that hopped about ahead of them. It seemed they were to follow, she wasn't about to back out now, but she still held the handle to her rapier tight as the group moved forward, after all one never got anywhere by being too afraid to step forward. <br><br>By the time they reached the beaches and the their so called teachers Rose found herself tense, if only because of all the theatrics, it took to get to where they were now, and because her weapon had been taken from her. She stood diffidently with her arms crossed over her chest as the introductions began, her eyes scanning over Angeal Hewley, swordsmen...well that would have to wait to be seen. <br><br>Rose waited till the others finished speaking before dropping her hands and stepping forward. "I'm Rose, from the Sony Kingdom. And I'm here because I was invited, and it sounds like a good fight is coming our way." it wasn't the whole real answer, but Rose didn't yet trust this ragtag group, so she wasn't about to share too much about herself. If they wanted more answers, they would have to earn them. For now she was the one wanting some real answers.<br><br>(word count=853 EX=2)<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: PXO: The Killzone [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>23-01-2016, 03:54:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/e6/2d/bb/e62dbb31b55ed7de74d4dbea60b38e3e.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mario<br><strong>Title:</strong> Legend<br><strong>Game:</strong> Mario Franchise<br><strong>Time:</strong> January 18th, 0900<br><strong>Location:</strong> Forest of Illusion to Kill Zone<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Group, Open <strong>Mentioned:</strong> NPCs, Dante, checking out the women, and Prinny.<br><hr><hr><br><br><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Mushroom Kingdom</span></span><br><strong>Forest of Illusion</strong><br><br><br>The trees in the forest were its most noticeable characteristic. They grew tall to towering heights, their fresh leafy branches blotting out the crisp blue sky. Was it day? Was it night? No traveler knew for sure once they had chosen to traverse the treacherous woods. Overhead, riding on a smiling cloud, Lakitu sailed over the treetops like a plane flying low over an ocean of green. The arbors were smiling, which to most first-time visitors to the Mushroom Kingdom found creepy rather than cheerful. There was nothing cheerful about being in a mysterious forest full of feral Wigglers, Galoombas, Winged Koopas, and Chargin’ Chucks that wanted to harm you. Lakitu was on a quest, and as much as he didn’t wish to dive into the depths of illusion, he ducked back inside his cloud as it began to sink like a submarine beneath the boughs.<br><br>The forest was dim, but strangely not dark. It must have been pitch-black at night. Lakitu poked his head out of his cloud again and began turning about, looking this way and that, searching for the hero that his letter sensed. The letter was like a radar, the magic it was infused with causing it to tremble the closer he came to a hero and by the looks of it, he was close!<br><br>Out of all the letters that he had delivered so far, this was the one hero who he was most familiar with. In a clearing a few yards ahead, Lakitu saw a kneeling figure draped in a brown tattered cloak. His hand was clutching the handle of a massive hammer and his back was rising and falling with what could only be labored breaths. As he closed the distance, the man’s grip on the mallet tensed, and it was only sheer luck that the weapon that had been swung around with every intention to knock him from his cloud had missed him. The breeze from the swing blew Lakitu back and with a frightened cry, he dropped the letter on the ground and took off like a rocket back into the sky.<br><br>The man’s mouth fell open as he continued to pant. Drops of hot sweat rolled down the sides of his face and dripped from his chin. His barreled chest swelled and sank beneath a pair of blue overalls as he tried to calm his rapidly beating heart. From beneath dark, thick brows, he first peered down at the letter and then up at the tree canopy where the Lakitu had disappeared.<br><br>“Well, shit, he was deliverin’ a letter?” he thought aloud to himself. He was used to those creatures trying to lob spiked balls at him. The Forest of Illusion was no walk in the park. It was a dangerous place and so far every creature within it had tried to kill him. Mario had been using it as a training ground. The reason as to why he had vanished was in his muscular physique. Setting down the hammer with a wooden <em>thud</em>, he crouched before the note and picked it up. Eying the seal with zero recognition, he broke the wax and began to read over the summons. Midway through, Mario sighed in exasperation and bowed his head.<br><br>“I was really hopin’ that I was finally done with adventurin’,” he grumbled. Wiping some salty sweat and dirt that nearly rolled into his eyes, he stood and stared for a few seconds at the two responses: “Yes” or “No.”<br><br>Glancing at his current surroundings, he silently contemplated if he still wanted to be here. The adventure was tempting and who knows, there might be some more princesses to save? The corner of his mouth quirked at the thought and with his index finger, he touched the answer: “Yes.”<br><br>A magic circle then exploded beneath his feet. Its brilliant light made him squint as it stung his retinas. Raising his arms to protect his face from the glare, the atmosphere changed dramatically. No longer was he in the hot woods. Slightly lowering his arms, Mario stared suspiciously at his new environment. There were others standing before him, and it looked like…a castle!<br><br>“Yahoo!” Mario cheered, shaking his clenched fists in excitement. “It’s a castle, which means a hot princess babe. I lucked out.”<br><br>Resting his hands upon his hips, Mario laughed loud and merrily at his perverse luck. His laughter gradually fell quiet when an orange creature came out of nowhere and approached him and the group.<br><br><strong>@!#?@!</strong><br><br>“Eh?” Mario uttered with an arched brow.<br><br>What was it? He heard the silver-haired man call it a basketball and he couldn’t help but crack a grin of amusement. He would have never guessed that. With another blurb of noise, the creature started walking away and just moving along with the rest of the heroes, Mario followed. As they approached the warp elevator, Mario was discreetly checking out the few females in the group. They were all tall, dark and mysterious—mm! One of them was even clad in a skin-tight body suit with her curves hardly left to the imagination. Even though he had no idea what was going on…did he already say that he was glad that he made the decision that he did? Yes? Well, he thought it again. He was so glad that he made the decision that he did!<br><br>Soon, he and the heroes were crowded into the warp elevator and in a wink were carried to the 49th floor. Mario was a little unaccustomed to the instant rush, so while everyone filed out, he was leant over with his hands on his knees, trying to hold back those Mushroom Kingdom apples he had lived off of. Swallowing down his nausea, he muttered pathetically, “Mama mia…the last time I warped like that was when I was in space.”<br><br>He could barely mentally calculate how long ago that was. Once he got his insides to settle down, he trailed behind the group, stepping through the door and absently peering at the little orange dude that didn’t seem to be following them. Hm…it almost seemed like a trap.<br><br><strong>%!&amp;?@</strong><br><br>The door suddenly sealed behind them all. Yep, it was a trap.<br><br>“WHAT THE!?” Mario exclaimed when suddenly some science fiction bullshit started happening. There was a roar of machinery and a blinding light. Was he the only one freaking out about this!? “Why did I come heeereee~!?”<br><br>They were warped somewhere…again. Maybe. Opening one eye, Mario peeked at the island and the extremely disciplined individuals standing before them.<br><br><strong>WELCOME BITCHES! IT’S GAME TIME! WOOO!</strong><br><br>Except that guy. That guy was <em>not</em> disciplined.<br><br>Opening his other eye, Mario listened to the welcome brief, still feeling confused. He felt almost as lost as…was that a penguin? Mario’s focus then returned to the brief in time to hear Captain Price give his warning. The last kill instructor Angeal was introduced and then Guile kindly enlightened them of their missing gear and change of clothes. Mario’s brows shot upwards in surprise. What? He peered down at his camouflage clothes and boots.<br><br><em>Well…it’s better than overalls,</em> he thought.<br><br>As the other members began introducing themselves—he learned that the poor penguin’s name was Prinny…and that he was from the Netherworld—it soon came around to him. A large and confident grin expanded on his face as Mario puffed his chest out and egotistically curled his left arm to flex it. The muscle that swelled against the rolled sleeve of his jacket, causing the material to creak pleasantly—at least to his ears.<br><br>“I guess I’m hard to recognize now that I’ve shaved off some pounds,” he said. He then curled both of his arms beneath his chest, causing his chest, arms, and back muscles to flex against the dark camo material. “Yep, I’ve come a long way. No longer the ass of all fat jokes.”<br><br>Relaxing his muscles, he waited to see if anyone would recognize him still and he arched a brow at the silence. “’You serious?”<br><br>He glanced about at the heroes. “Is it really that dramatic of a difference?”<br><br>As he raised a finger to scratch what would have normally been his gorgeous full stache, his finger settled on a naked lip. Immediately a chill shot up the plumber’s spine and his eyes shrank in dread.<br><br><em>No…</em> Mario thought in horror, his heart plummeting. His finger dragged across a naked lip. His moustache…was…gone.<br><br>“AAAAAHHH!” Mario screamed, his voice resonating into the vast simulated space. He immediately dropped to the ground and began crawling about the dirt, raking some loose soil up with his fingers while hyperventilating. This wasn’t happening! He couldn’t be seen without it. Where had it gone? It was there a second ago! With some spit and dirt, he was able to make some mud and he dragged a smudge across his upper lip to simulate the beautiful growth of masculinity that had once been there. Rising to his feet with his back to everyone, Mario exhaled a sigh of relief.<br><br>“Now I understand why nobody recognized me,” Mario said and turned around, presenting his wannabe stache. “Itsa’ me, Mario.”<br><br><div class="floatright"><strong>Word Count: 1,526</strong> <strong>+5</strong></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: PXO: The Killzone [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>23-01-2016, 18:28:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/NEkAnom.jpg?1)(http://static.comicvine.com/uploads/original/2/28753/2861188-crysis_3_nanosuit.jpg)</div><br><br><br><br><br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Major Laurence Barnes<br><strong>Title:</strong> Prophet<br><strong>Game:</strong> Crysis Series<br><strong>Time:</strong> 01-18-0900<br><strong>Location:</strong> Redacted &gt; Kill Zone<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> <strong>Mentioned:</strong><hr><br>&nbsp;"Prophet, prepared to drop." A voice crackled to life over his comms in response. "Copy that, Prophet. We are over the insertion point in t-niner eight, seven, six, five, four, three...go go go!" Opening his eyes, he took a few steps forward and fell toward open ocean. The fall lasted nearly 20 full seconds before he finally crashed into the water. Thanks to the suit, he didn't even feel the impact and was immediately swimming up to the surface. Night ops like this were the best. A quick infiltration. Do the mission. Get out before anyone knows you were even there. Once he was out of the water, he snuck through the docks and toward the center of the city. <br><br>He encountered heavy security along the way, but he knew how to avoid them, and he dispatched who he couldn't sneak past. After about a half hour, he arrived at El Presidente's penthouse palace. Now he just had to get inside. Prophet's breath came in long, slow increments. Even without his stealth mode engaged, he was a highly trained soldier and survivalist. He knew how to sneak around. And that's exactly what he was doing at the moment. Crouched low, he reached onto his back and pulled the bow just slightly. It was just enough force to break the magnetic lock that kept it in place, and as he swung it around in front of him the bow unfolded and was ready for use. <br><br>He nocked and arrow then and aimed, his breath becoming even calmer as he pulled, pulled, pulled. When the target stopped moving, he let go. The arrow launched like a silent cannon shot, and when it hit the patrolling guard in the head, well....his funeral wouldn't be open casket. Standing up, he jogged over, yanking the arrow out of the wall it had embedded in and continuing on his way. Prophet slowed from his jog to a walk, and then a crouch when he came upon a wall. Kneeling at the corner, he expanded his senses and heard the dull thud of footsteps approaching. There was a guy right around the corner. As soon as he got close enough he could -.<br><br>&nbsp;Prophet lunged forward, his hand wrapping around the guard's neck in an iron grip. Pivoting, he swung around so he was out of sight, and held him off the ground with the one hand. Before the man could begin to struggle for his life, a muffled crunch sounded beneath Prophet's glove and the guard's head violently snapped backwards. He set him down against the wall, then peeked around the corner. No one there. Good. He was almost at the objective now. The man whose face had been in the dossier he'd been given was named Ricardo Ruiz. A despot over a small town who'd struck platinum and used the money to fund a small militia armed with illegal tech and Ceph weaponry. <br><br>As a result, in just a few months he'd claimed the small country of Elsa Cruz as his own and installed himself as a dictator. But in a few short minutes, he'd be dead. And with his death, came freedom for all of Elsa Cruz. Oh, and of course Uncle Sam would take a nice fat chunk of those platinum mines for saving their ass. That was one of his less favorable parts of war, but it was what it was. Sneaking around to the cargo entrance, he hacked the door and made his way inside. From there it took longer than he liked, but he made it to the penthouse with no problems...just a small trail of bodies. <br><br>Once he was outside El Presidente's door, he engaged his stealth mode and snuck into the residence. Despite his power, Ruiz was still just a sad little man. And that sad little man was playing video games in his living room as Prophet crept up behind him. He unholstered his pistol, flipped the safety, and pointed it at the back of Ruiz' head. He pushed just a bit, and the suppressor attached to the barrel bumped the back of his head, causing him to freeze. "The fuck? The fuck is this!?" Prophet just pushed harder, then he walked around, sliding the gun across the despot's skull until he was in front of him and the gun was pointed right at his forehead. "I'm gonna need you to keep your voice down. I don't wanna have to kill <em>everyone</em> I come across today."<br><br>&nbsp;Ruiz paled almost immediately, and Prophet could see he was already starting to sweat. "Uh uh, okay. Okay amigo. Whatever you want, I can get it for you. Money, cars, women. Men?" Prophet shook his head no to all of that. "No dice, Presidente. Now, you could step down from office and dismantle this oppressive regime you've created. You could give these people their lives back. Let them live in freedom and happiness. You say yes to that, I guarantee you make it out of this alive." Raul might have been a pathetic man, but he had the same symptoms as most mad men and dictators. Once they had power, they never wanted to give it up. They'd rather risk death than losing power. <br><br>"You must be crazy, cabron. You think I'm gonna give all this up? Everything I built?! Fuck that! You can kill me right now- He pulled the trigger, there was a muffled Pfft! And then... and then he woke up. Laurence snapped up, breathing hard, sweating bullets, screaming and brandishing the pistol he never slept without. He waved it around a few times, then as he realized where he was, and that he was pointing the business end of his gun at the cute little turtle sitting on a cloud, he took a deep breath and flipped the safety. "Sorry," was all he could get out at first.<br><br>&nbsp;Then he took the letter. He opened his mouth to ask what was going on, but he'd already opened the letter so the little guy just flew off a lot faster than a cloud should have been able to move. "Shit, they just need to find a cure for PTSD already so the damn nightmares'll stop at least." Shaking his head, he reached over and picked up the half empty water bottle he'd been nursing before his nap. He drained it while his eyes quickly scanned over the letter, and he already knew what had to be done. The Mugen Virus had to be stopped from spreading, and if they thought enough of him to ask his help, no way he'd turn them down.<br><br>&nbsp;He didn't even hesitate when he tapped yes, nor did he take a second thought before hopping into the whirling portal of energy it opened up. Next thing he knew, he was with a few other people he assumed were heroes, and they were all standing in an absolutely huge foyer. It was like something out of a castle or something like that. He snapped his head toward the sound and as he looked at the cheese puff with eyes, legs, and a snout, he scoffed. "Q-Bert?" The little guy was pretty cute, and even though he couldn't understand him, he made it clear he wanted them to follow. After they made it to the elevator and Q-Bert warped out and the lady with the long hair took the job of pressing the button for all of them. In an instant they were all somewhere else, somewhere bright and sunny and hot and sandy...fuck.<br><br>&nbsp;He looked down and nearly groaned when he saw he his tank top and board shorts had been replaced with BDU's again for the first time in multiple decades. Then it turned into a chuckle at the nostalgia of it. "Well damn; haven't worn these since the Gulf War." It even looked a bit like Iraq with the sand everywhere. His eyes focused on the "Cole Train" as he stepped up and whooped loudly. Laurence wanted to shout right back, but if he was going into basic again, he knew that'd just spell trouble. So he swallowed his pride, stiffened his posture with his hands clasped behind his back, and waited for Guile to speak. <br><br>As he introduced the Instructor, he looked at each one and memorized face and name if he didn't know them or know of them already. So many distinguished military personnel. Laurence wished he was here as an equal and not a rank recruit, but this was for the good of all the worlds. He'd take going back to square one to save all existence. And then it was time for their introduction. Just like with the KI's, if he didn't know who you were already, he memorized your name for later. <em>Jack Carver, Shanoa, Pvt. Prinny, Dante, Rose, and even the Itallion Stallion Mario</em>. A nice line-up so far, even after Mario's freak out at the realization his mustache had been shaved without him knowing or something.<br><br>&nbsp;He lightly tapped his arm and shrugged. "It's okay...it'll grow back." Well, it was his turn to step up and make himself known. Stepping forward, he snapped his feet together, then threw his hand up to his head in a practiced, crisp army salute. "Sirs! My name is Major Laurence Barnes! US Army! Delta Ops! Code-Name Prophet! I'm from EA, and I'm here because I'm a good soldier. Every time my world needed saving, I stepped up no matter the cost. I couldn't live with myself if I didn't do the same for something so much bigger. I'll go wherever you say I'm needed, sirs! And I look forward to kicking ass with you in the future, SIRS!" Dropping his hand, he stepped back into the lineup with the others.<br><br><br><hr><em>1636 words: 5 XP<br><strong>[||||||||||]</strong> 5/10</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: PXO: The Killzone [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>aorangi3</strong> on <strong>23-01-2016, 21:19:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img08.deviantart.net/94fe/i/2013/023/2/4/tingle_in_hd_by_largestupidity-d5sie9v.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tingle<br><strong>Location:</strong> Killzone<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> <strong>Mentioned:</strong> Everyone in some shape or another.<br><hr><br>Waking up in what would appear to be a small hut in the middle of a swamp, Tingle awoke with something of a loud yawn, some spittle dripping from the side of his cheek that continued to slobber on a very dingy and unwashed pillow. Wiping some of it off, he went to get dressed from his dingy clothes and overbearing belly hanging from his shirt and concave belly button. He dressed in his Hero's clothes to get ready for his day job, he would hate to have his father come looking for him while there was still daylight. <br><br>Stepping out of his hut, the small thirty-five year old began to do his morning(afternoon) stretches. Keeping to a routine that could only be inspired by his old BFF Link, wanting to maximize his already special physique. Looking towards the water in the swamp, Tingle would make several different faces as he marveled at himself, thinking that it would not take much longer for him to get that perfect body that he so much wanted to have. From an outside perspective, one would think that it was strange that this slightly aged small figure marveling at himself with belly slightly exposed, thankfully no one would be subject to the horrifying image.<br><br>Seeing himself in the reflection of the brackish water, Tingle would notice a small cloud floating nearby with some strange person on it, and though the cloud kept moving something fell off it and slowly floated downward to Tingle's outstretched hand. Opening what would seem to be a letter, Tingle would read it very carefully. Slowly his features would transform to what the contents revealed, his tiny heart beating in realization... This was it! It was his time to prove himself! After all this time he would finally prove himself to obtain his own Fairy! Now was the time to claim his destiny! Now was the time to make something of himself and no longer be looked down on by his father. He wasn't crazy and all this time his wishes would be granted by this one little letter... In his haste, he hurriedly got his balloon and pen/paper to circle Yes with added exclamation points to hurry it up. <br><br>It only took a blink to find himself on the foyer of what would seem to be a castle, thinking that royalty had summoned him to ask of him to that of a hero. He awaited the servants, the pretty ladies, the marvelous gems that awaited his new improved life... Only to find a small orange creature that had profanity in every word it said. In fact, it had so much profanity that Tingle could only see the @!#?@!&nbsp; appearing from it's speech bubble. It was unintelligible to Tingle so he just simply waved towards the creature to direct him to the King or Queen of this place, not really caring which he saw. Unless it was a princess, he would think several thoughts if it was a princess that where not altogether pleasant in company. Even going to so far as to lick his finger-tips to straighten his eyebrows&nbsp; from their usual almost uni-brow appearance... It did not work.<br><br>Following the orange creature, Tingle would then go into a strange looking door that automatically moved by itself when the creature pushed a few buttons. There was some drool when Tingle saw this, because he had never really seen this sort of thing before, living predominantly in Swamp side of Termina. Things like an elevator was truly something of magical legend and Tingle thought himself far more important than he initially thought, which has it's own implications in and of itself. For the most part, Tingle would look slack-jawed at the whole majesty of what the building held, even though their was not hardly a soul in it with the one exception of the small orange thing that led him here.<br><br>Of course, in this narcissistic/awe moment he was enraptured in, Tingle did not really notice any of the others nor did he notice the little orange thing say in it's own little way that was goodbye. In that split moment, Tingle's thoughts mirrored that of the intelligible profanity. <br><br>Then he appeared with a group of impressive looking warriors, not knowing who or what they are or why he was specifically here. Until the Blonde guy(Guile) began speaking and revealing the others around him. Tingle of course had something of a snot bubble hanging from his nose during the whole introduction and his legs began to shake when he heard that this was some sort of boot-camp. Then the others would make their introductions, Tingle would begin to think to himself that he had made a big mistake about where he was and what this place was for. Still, the others looked dangerous, and though Tingle would tense up, their would be an audible fart coming from his puckered up ass-cheeks. He hoped no one heard that...probably not. (They all did)<br><br>As if to make things worse, he then noticed that he could not grab a hold his balloons with what seem to be a gesture of support of stress. Looking down his Hero clothes where gone as well!.... and what would normally hide his out of weight exterior was now fully seen through the new uniform as his bulging belly would over-extend out of his waist-line. Simultaneously, a man practically fell down from terror, Tingle understood his pain...until he cried about his mustache...then did Tingle know that guy was a weirdo. It was like watching the Happy Mask Salesman all over again... <br><br>When his turn eventually came, he was struck with stage fright. Not finding the words for a moment, his mind racing at what to say. Come on! This is your time! You have nothing to lose! He then belted out, <strong>"TINGLE!"</strong> The release of volume making him fart again. Then&nbsp; controlling his broken voice (and bowels) he said barely above a whisper,<strong> "Of Nintendo, Termina Swamp...<span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">I want to be hero</span>....<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Can I have a fairy pal too?</span>....<span style="font-size: 6pt;" class="bbc_size">please.</span></strong><br><br><hr>1009 words <br>+3 exp<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: PXO: The Killzone [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Diesel Heart</strong> on <strong>28-01-2016, 15:23:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://37.media.tumblr.com/e646d2cc671dd371ea9b8f847053a358/tumblr_mopmkk2XpV1stedbqo1_250.gif)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Sheva Alomar (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=242505.msg12023554#new)<br><strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; BSAA SOA Operative<br><strong>Game:</strong>&nbsp; Resident Evil 5<br><strong>Time:</strong>&nbsp; 01-18-0900<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Suburban Villa |&nbsp; Killzone<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All <strong>Mentioned:</strong>&nbsp; All<br><hr><strong>Summary:</strong>&nbsp; Sheva has a brief operation in a Nigerian villa before answering the call, staying benign and friendly during the formal, military induction. <br><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>S</strong>everal years following the Kijuju Incident and the world had yet to change.&nbsp; It seemed that every other day a new strand of biological weaponry was being developed to counter the last and a vicious cycle sustained longevity.&nbsp; All one could do was continue counter-measures and hope a difference was made but that was just wishful thinking.&nbsp; History shows how unlikely it was.&nbsp; Throughout recorded history, a rough estimate of only two hundred and thirty something years were of true peace.&nbsp; Everything else was war and conflict.&nbsp; Naturally, for the realist or the cynically inclined, that relatively small number of peaceful years simply were when war wasn't caught or seen.&nbsp; Still, despite the seemingly impossible task of inevitability,&nbsp; you could not simply ignore things.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<em>"Ba ni da in matsayi,"</em>&nbsp; Sheva murmured into a small device placed into an ear with a small extension harboring a microphone.&nbsp; It was Hausa for 'I'm in position'.<br><br>The BSAA West African Branch had been following a lead detailing a possible outbreak of biological weaponry.&nbsp; Unwilling to know what it could do if uncontested, they were forced into action and every effort eventually pointed them to a villa overlooking the coast of Nigeria.&nbsp; Almost eight hours of reconnaissance had been logged in.&nbsp; Everyone was in position and given as much intelligence as possible to ensure things would go smoothly.&nbsp; Fortune was smiling upon their small team of operatives as well, given the sanctity of nightfall and stealth-enhancing element of rain.&nbsp; Sheva looked down, double-checking the M92F was loaded properly and ready to be fired.&nbsp; The other operatives were packing an AR and on standby in case everything went awry and loud extraction was necessary.&nbsp; First, however, they wanted to do this all quietly.<br><br>The operatives received the signal from their headsets.&nbsp; Sheva shifted forward, quickly making her way to a set of rocks adjacent to terrace.&nbsp; Two men armed with SMGs were talking at the head of the stairs, none the wiser of incoming BSAA movement.&nbsp; Everyone received the notification of spotted enemy location, quickly making an amendment to include the third guard walking towards them.&nbsp; Three seconds of radio silence were broken by the sound of three muffled gunfire and the sight of all three guards dropping.&nbsp; Sheva moved forward right after, crouching to stay behind the parapet of the stairs where she caught sound of rushing footsteps.&nbsp; She was alerted to a fourth guard quickly closing in from her right and received the order.&nbsp; She quickly stepped out from the parapet and introduced the fourth guard to a sleeper hold before he could talk into his radio-set.&nbsp; Everything was going smoothly so far.&nbsp; <br><br>The rest of the operation went flawlessly as well.&nbsp; The bulk of the BSAA had an unfortunate shootout as the extraction of the package was seen to by Sheva.&nbsp; Once everyone was rendezvoused, they checked the package and managed to secure the strand they sought out for.&nbsp; With the job well accomplished, they all packed in and sent out to celebrate at a local bar.&nbsp; The music was at a decent volume and the number of patrons was not overwhelmingly numerous.&nbsp; In fact, most of them vacated when they arrived, still sporting some of their tactical gear.&nbsp; An action one could not fault them for.&nbsp; There was never no guarantee things would not go awry when such elements were around.&nbsp; Africa was a country wracked with war, after all.&nbsp; Sheva had enjoyed a few drinks and laughs with the boys before stepping out to her car, leaving earlier than the others as usual.<br><br>Just as she opened the door leading to the driver's seat, she heard a familiar sound.&nbsp; Having worked with the Seven Kingdoms before, Sheva knew who Lakitu was;&nbsp; she thought he was adorable and could only admire the dedication to his job.&nbsp; Thus, she turned to see him floating on his cloud with a broad, contagious smile.&nbsp; She smiled back in return and eyed the presented letter.&nbsp; She greeted him and held a few passing comments and questions to catch up before opening the letter.&nbsp; Reading the details, Sheva took a seat and brought a leg up to rest on the seat's edge, placing her head down atop the knee.&nbsp; A threat to the System called the Mugen Virus and it had already claimed some villains.&nbsp; She had to contemplate the answer carefully, however.&nbsp; Once she discerned that there was no immediate concerns pertaining to her job, she reached over to the glove compartment to extract a pen and circled yes.&nbsp; The letter vanished and she jerked her head back, caught off-guard by the magic.&nbsp; The corner of her eye caught the bright illumination of the portal and the rest was obvious:&nbsp; she stepped through.<br><br>Sheva was still trying to adjust to certain things.&nbsp; Magic was one of them.&nbsp; Suddenly standing in a lordless castle's foyer, she caught on quickly to the fact she wasn't alone.&nbsp; She took a few steps back to get a reading of those in the room.&nbsp; A rugged man with a stoic expression,&nbsp; a woman with an excessive amount of hair,&nbsp; a blue penguin, a white-haired man,&nbsp; another woman with ebony hair,&nbsp; a strange looking man wearing a one-piece suit,&nbsp; another African-American and the legendary Mario.&nbsp; All of them were wearing the same BDU's and in different shades of confusion or understanding of the situation.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<em>"Well, hello there, I guess.&nbsp; At least I'm not the only one that takes risks," </em> she said after quelling a sense of danger from them, offering a pleasant smile and light-hearted comment to alleviate tension.&nbsp; <em>"You are all here by the letter, yes?"</em><br><br>Strutting towards them following the shared assessment of the others was Q-Bert, leading them into an eventual meeting with a line-up of militant individuals.&nbsp; The whole thing was so familiar.&nbsp; She was brought back to her own military training in the United States.&nbsp; Augustus Cole's enthusiasm enforced a small, amused smile to breach her expression, unable to suppress it.&nbsp; &nbsp;It quickly faded when Guile started speaking, getting into an attentive stance out of habit.&nbsp; He gave a briefing of the situation, which she nodded to.&nbsp; This was followed by an introduction to the other instructors, which she nodded to as well.&nbsp; He asked the others to introduce themselves and give a brief summary of their reasons.&nbsp; Sheva listened to each one with given eye contact and attentive ears before it finally fell on her to answer.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<em>"Sheva Alomar of the Bioterrorism Security Assessment Alliance, Special Operations Agent.&nbsp; I am from Resident Evil of the Capcom Kingdom,"</em>&nbsp; she explained to them, maintaining eye contact primarily with the Kill Instructors.&nbsp; <em>"I answered because I hope my expertise with biological warfare and military training for reconnaissance and irregular skirmish tactics can be of use.&nbsp; This Mugen virus seems ominous and I cannot sit by and allow such a threat to exist."</em><br><hr><strong>Word Count:</strong>&nbsp; 1144<br><strong>XP Rewarded:</strong>&nbsp; 3
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				Title: <strong>Re: PXO: The Killzone [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>31-01-2016, 06:02:18</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 36pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>GM</strong></span></div><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/TtVIv1j.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">As each hero started to introduce themselves, frankly, the KIs didn’t give a damn who they were. The introductions were mostly for their soon-to-be teammates, and so far, they had a very special group. The Prinny and the Fat Kid were the two that had made Guile make a face as he thought, <em>Not another Akiba…</em>. Already he felt as though they would have two new additions to the Wall of Shame but hopefully, the two would prove him wrong.<br><br>“All right; now that we completed the introductory phase, I will assign you all to a team,” Guile informed. Team One; Shanoa, Jack, Tingle, and Sheva. Team Two; Mario, Rose, Prophet, and the Prinny. The introductions weren’t for us. It was for you and the rest of your team. Who you were before no longer matters. As of now, you are all the same—nameless. If you were the champion of your world, then prove it here in the Killzone. I will now turn you over to your KIs.”<br><br>The Lead Kill Instructor then nonchalantly walked off and reached a hand into his pocket to remove a comb that he began raking through his blonde flat top.<br><br>Cammy’s arms were crossed beneath her bosom and her teeth idly nibbling at a corner of her upper lip. Her baby blue eyes scrutinized the group before her. She wasn’t looking at all impressed. Uncrossing her arms, the blonde walked off following Guile, her long, blonde braid swaying and bouncing off the toned swells of her bottom.<br><br>“They’re not ready for me yet,” was all the fighter said as she left the two teams to the remaining four KIs.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: PXO: The Killzone [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EdwardShane</strong> on <strong>01-02-2016, 01:51:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://nashicon.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/02/Frederik_Portrait.jpg)</div> <div class="floatright">(http://nibelheim.rusted-icon.net/images/0-Angeal.jpg)</div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size">GM Post</span></strong><br>Team 2 (Mario, Rose, Prophet, Prinny)</div><hr><br>From the moment of the recruit's appearance, both Angeal and Frederick had been observing them.&nbsp; Both were scrutinizing each of these individuals in their own ways, but arguably, Frederick's gaze was far more harshly discerning in nature.&nbsp; Saying that Frederick looked like an epitome of discipline might be putting things lightly.&nbsp; The armored man simply seemed to pierce through to each hero's core just by looking at them, and so far, Frederick was quite unimpressed with what he was seeing.&nbsp; Not that the recruits would be able to tell exactly what he was thinking.&nbsp; The Great Knight's visage remained unchanged from the stern, stoic appearance he had been bearing from the moment they had been able to see him.&nbsp; Guile hadn't been kidding when he said they'd need to show him 100%.&nbsp; Anything less would prove to be impossible where changing his mind was concerned.<br><br>Angeal, on the other hand, seemed a bit more relaxed as he watched and listened these recruits.&nbsp; While he had concerns that some of them might not make it through this training, he also had hopes that they'd survive and succeed.&nbsp; Or at the very least, pass.&nbsp; He definitely planned to keep an eye on them when and where he could, as they had the potential to become real heroes, at least by his definition.&nbsp; Chances were that at least one of them might be getting one of his infamous lectures during their time here, an attempt on his end to try and guide them.&nbsp; The killzone was the first hurdle that they'd have to make it through to reach that particular destination, and Angeal sincerely wanted to see them make the jump over it.&nbsp; He'd fail them without a shred of hesitation if it came down to it.&nbsp; But that didn't mean he was wanting to see such a thing happen.<br><br>Soon, Guile was turning the recruits over to them for their training.&nbsp; The division between groups seemed to be a solid one, and Frederick at least was glad that they had an even number.&nbsp; However, like Cammy, he didn't seem too inclined to be the first KI to put these newbies to the test.&nbsp; "If it's all the same to each of you, I'd prefer to see how they handle some of your other tests before I run them through my own."&nbsp; He didn't seem to address the heroes in the slightest with that statement.&nbsp; Angeal shrugged a little before replying.&nbsp; <strong>"No objections here.&nbsp; I was planning on taking one of the groups to begin with, anyway."</strong>&nbsp; With a curt nod, Frederick turned on his heel and began walking away himself.&nbsp; He felt confident that Cole, at least, would probably be more than happy to take the other group given his initial excitement.&nbsp; If the groups made it past these initial tests, they'd be seeing him again soon enough.<br><br>With that out of the way, Angeal turned back to the heroes, regarding them for a moment before speaking.&nbsp; <strong>"Team two, you'll be coming with me to begin with.&nbsp; We're going to get started right away."</strong>&nbsp; He motioned for them to follow him as he began walking.&nbsp; In the end, he lead them towards an obstacle course, and one that looked to be anything but short.&nbsp; He stopped at the beginning of the course and turned to face them.&nbsp; <strong>"As you had been told before, my name is Angeal Hewley.&nbsp; As much as I might like to use each of your names as it is, I am afraid you're going to need to prove yourselves first.&nbsp; My test is a rather simple and basic one; you're all going to run an obstacle course together, that much I am sure was obvious.&nbsp; What isn't obvious is that time isn't the only thing you will all be judged on here."</strong>&nbsp; He paused for a moment, taking note of their reactions and allowing the weight of those words to maybe sink in before continuing.&nbsp; <strong>"I'm sure that you'll see what I mean as you run the course.&nbsp; Just to reiterate, you're not going to be allowed to use any powers you might have, nor will there be any items involved in this test.&nbsp; You won't need any gear for all of you to make it through to the end."</strong><br><br>At this point, he stepped aside, pointing to where a pair of poles denoted the starting point.&nbsp; <strong>"All of you, line up and be ready to start moving.&nbsp; You will begin on my mark...and no, I'm afraid there's no room for questions at this time."</strong>&nbsp; Once they were lined up and prepared, he pulled out a stopwatch from his pocket.&nbsp; After several seconds, he gave the signal and started the timer.&nbsp; Angeal was walking alongside the course and observing them the whole time.&nbsp; The first obstacle was a tire field that stretched out a good several yards in front of them that they were expected to leap their way through one leg at a time.&nbsp; Immediately after the tires was rather tall wall with two ropes dangling from the top of it down to their level.&nbsp; However, those two ropes were the only ones attached to the top of that wall they were expected to go up and over.&nbsp; Once they found their way down from that one way or another, they had another good several yards of making their way through mud underneath a barbed wire crawl, easily wide enough that they could all fit under there at the same time.&nbsp; Next, they were to climb up a rope ladder up to a set of platforms.&nbsp; The tricky part about the ladder is that it was hooked up in a Jacob's ladder fashion at both the top and bottom, causing it to swivel and spin whenever someone tried to climb up it, and even more so if multiple people tried to scale it at once.&nbsp; The platform they wound up on was the first of many in a long stretch of them, most of which had gaps between them or had varying heights.&nbsp; This required them to climb up and jump down from platform to platform, as well as jump over gaps.&nbsp; One of the platforms near the end was specifically designed like a trap door, and the entire flooring would open up after the first two people made their way over it.&nbsp; The remaining two would need to perform a rather long jump, and were not afforded much of a running start to perform it.&nbsp; It was entirely likely that they'd wind up having to grab and hang on to the edge of the platform they were jumping to, if they could really make the jump at all.&nbsp; At the end of the platforms was a set of descending monkey bars.&nbsp; At the end of this was a small pit, ending up both beneath them and a bit of distance in front of them.&nbsp; By now, the finish line was in sight, though there was still one more obstacle to get through first.&nbsp; There was another, larger pit dug out in front of them, with a set of five narrow beams to balance walk on to get to the other side.&nbsp; It only stretched for half as many yards as the tire track or the barbed wire crawl.&nbsp; Whoever was on the far right and/or far left beams would have the entire beam abruptly rotate 90 degrees once they were roughly a quarter of the way to the other side.&nbsp; They could grab onto the edge of the beam if they had good enough reflexes as they began falling, but they would not be able to stay on their feet.&nbsp; The same rotations would happen to the people on the middle left and middle right beams when they reached the halfway point, and the middle beam three quarters of the way to the other side.&nbsp; Once they made it past that, it was just a sprint to the finish line.&nbsp; It was just a matter of seeing if they lived up to Angeal's hopeful expectations at this point.
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				Title: <strong>Re: PXO: The Killzone [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>04-02-2016, 05:05:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.videogamesblogger.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/09/Augustus-Cole.jpg)</div> <div class="floatright">(http://images.gamenguide.com/data/images/full/10611/modern-warfares-captain-price.jpg?w=720)</div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size">GM Post</span></strong><br>Team 2 (Sheva, Tingle, Shanoa, Jack)</div><hr><br>Cole unlike the other KI's wasn't so much professional as he simply was proficient. He was a damn good COG; one of the best actually. He'd fought against everything the Locust had to offer, and then when the Lambent showed up, he crushed skulls like any other day. Plus, no one seemed quite as good as Cole at simply destroying things. That was why he was here. Still though, as he was a KI, he had certain obligations. Like evaluating their recruits as they showed up. The women...mmmm the women. When you did nothing but fight for as long as he did, after living the lavish lifestyle of the best Thrasher in the world, it was easy to truly realize how much a man needed a woman. But beyond the three lovely ladies being oh so lovely, they looked like they could handle themselves in a fight. <br><br>The men...not so much. Well two of them at least. The penguin thing, and the tubby, creepy guy in the green suit. Seriously, he was <em>fucking</em> creepy. The rest though were workable. And Prophet? Oh yeah he knew Prophet. Seems like most military knew each other, and they'd even run a few ops. Guy was damn good. But when you came here, personal preference and friendship went out the window. This was a job and it was up to them to see if they'd be making the big bucks. Price on the other hand, wasn't impressed at all. Oh sure some of them were impressive <em>looking</em>, and he always had respect for fellow soldiers. But he didn't know any of these people. He didn't know what they were capable of solo or as a team. <br><br>Sure in their world they were all probably badasses. Prophet for example had saved his own world three separate times. But this was not his world. This was not any of their worlds. Their previous accomplishments meant shit as far as he was concerned. He remembered their names though, and was secretly looking forward to using them if and when they showed they were here for more than playtime. After Guile assigned the teams and left, Cammy went right after him, claiming she didn't think they were ready for her test. Cole just laughed it off. "Don't worry 'bout that, yall. You think Price here is bad? He's a puppy compared to her." "Oi, shut your fuckin' yap, Cole Train or I'll show you a puppy." Inside the grizzled Captain laughed. Because damn if it wasn't true. He was tough, but Cammy was on another level and would shut you down before even giving you a chance.<br><br>&nbsp;Still puffing on his cigar, Price looked over the remaining group after Angeal chose Team 1. And Frederick went off as he too wanted to know more about them before he put them through his trial. "Oh okay then, Fred! It's cool! We got this!" Price just nodded, tapping a bit of ash from his death stick. "Good luck with those maggots, Angeal. Got a feelin' they're gonna need it."&nbsp; Before Angeal With team 2 gone, that left team 1 for he and Cole. "Alright you fucks, listen up and listen good. Me and Cole Train here decided to do somethin' a little different. Follow me and find out what." Nodding his head, he turned on his heel. Cole smacked his large hands together and bellowed "Whoo!" Then jogged off after his partner. "Ay man, you think they ready for this?" "Not even fuckin' close, mate." <br><br>When the two KI's finally stopped, in front of them was a large recreation of a downtown setting. "Alright, listen up mufuckas! Since you don't have names, I'm gonna call you mufuckas, mufuckas, a <em>lot</em>. Understand?" When they nodded, he tapped Price to continue. "Okay, here's the deal. Cole here is about makin' things go boom, making things go splat. If it can die, he knows how to kill it in the most over the top way possible. I specialize in covert, special ops. Stealth, espionage, assassination..." "But he can fuck your day up with some C4 just as easy!" "Anyway, the goal here is to test not only your teamwork, but how you handle situations without your powers. Situations Cole and I are well versed in. Your gears over there on that table. Load up, then meet back here in ten. One second later and you run laps with exploding attack robots on your ass. And I'm <em>not</em> kiddin'. We have those. Ask Dan Hibiki and his stupid little ponytail." <br><br>On the table, they would find four sets of gear and weapons. COG armor tailored to each of them, so no matter how ridiculous <del>Tingle</del>they looked, the armor fit and made them a unit...at least in appearance. And after the armor was on, they each received 4 weapons they were comfortable with from their own world. No point in giving them something they couldn't even use. The tests were supposed to be hard, not impossible. They'd each get a melee weapon, a silenced weapon, a standard, and an explosive one. The reason would make sense soon. When they all came back, Cole stepped up. "Alright fools! This is about mayhem, carnage, whatever you wanna call it! All you gotta do...is kill every bad guy that pops their ugly little head up. And then kill the boss. Easy peezy! You'll know when you're done."<br><br>&nbsp;Taking a few steps back, Price followed, then a signal was given and a loud horn blared. They were immediately thrown into the shit, and bullets and bombs started flying. They'd have at most fifteen seconds to get to cover before they got their asses blown off. Their opponents were a hodgepodge of enemies from mercs to professional soldiers to fantasy creatures. As long as you killed something and dwindled the numbers though, you were doing good. The only goal for now was to kill and survive, just like real war. More was to come, but they had to survive this first. "YEAH BABY! LET'S GO! SHOW US WHAT YOU GOT ROOKIES!!"<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: PXO: The Killzone [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>07-02-2016, 20:07:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/e6/2d/bb/e62dbb31b55ed7de74d4dbea60b38e3e.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mario<br><strong>Title:</strong> Legend<br><strong>Game:</strong> Mario Franchise<br><strong>Time:</strong> January 18th, 0900<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Killzone - Team Two<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Prophet and Sheva, Open <strong>Mentioned:</strong> Rose, Tingle, and Prinny.<br><hr><hr><br><br><br>Mario was assessing the remaining group of gathered heroes. He glanced over at the man who would soon introduce himself as…a prophet? He sympathetically told him: <strong>It’s okay…it’ll grow back.</strong><br><br>Shuddering, Mario felt that he was able to compensate for its absence.<br><br>“I just had it a second ago,” he replied pathetically.<br><br>It had to be the simulation. His moustache was his pride and joy and the Killzone wasn’t about to have anyone <em>enjoy</em> themselves.<br><br>The fat kid was the creepiest one and when he started having an episode of nervous gas, Mario shuffled away from him to stand behind Sheva. It gave him a logical scapegoat as to why he would move in the first place, and boy was he glad he did. Her ass was so toned and taut in her pants…he hoped that she was on his team. Please be on his team! She would make for a good motivator.<br><br>But returning to the fat kid, he felt a wave of disturbance when Tingle had revealed that he was from Nintendo kingdom. Mario immediately wanted to shout <em>OBJECTION!</em> but that was going outside of his game and universe. Termina…fairy…was he Link’s boy? Mario made a face. He would have to help that guy choose better friends. He wasn’t going to be on his team was he? Please don’t be on his team! Please star gods!<br><br>Raising a hand to his face, Mario hid the visible expression of him mentally groaning. If the pajama-wearing fat kid wound up on his team, then he might contribute to him failing. He had a feeling that Tingle wouldn’t need any help with failure, but just in case, he was there to always aid a teammate.<br><br>The dark-skinned babe who he stood behind was next to introduce herself. Sheva; it sounded like the name of a vixen, which was clearly what she was. The camo just made her hotter. If he had his moustache, he might have had the confidence to flirt with her, but without it…tilting his head up to the sky, Mario tried to drink his tears back in.<br><br>“You’re a big boy come on,” Mario muttered to himself, and then exhaled a deep controlled breath. He had this. He could do this. <em>Focus on her hot accent.</em><br><br>“I look forward to working with you in the future,” Mario said with an eager grin expanding on his face. Please be on my team!<br><br><strong>All right…</strong><br><br>It was the moment that they were all waiting for.<br><br><strong>I will assign you all to a team…</strong><br><br>Mario crossed his arms behind his back and put on a rather stern face to hide his anxiety. His fingers were secretly crossed as well as he prayed, <em>Not the fat kid, not the fat kid, not the fat kid…</em><br><br><strong>Team One; Shanoa, Jack, Tingle…</strong><br><br>“YAHOO!” he cheered.<br><br><strong>..Sheva.</strong><br><br>“No; wait-wait a minute-come on aw…why does that team have all the babes?” Mario whined.<br><br>Mario sulked and glanced over to the remaining individuals.<br><br><strong>Team Two; Mario, Rose, Prophet, and Prinny.</strong><br><br>His brows furrowed and he puckered his lips in a rather salty pout.<br><br><em>We got the stupid penguin…</em> he thought.<br><br>Glancing over to Rose, the sight of the dark beauty lifted his spirits a bit. At least his team wasn’t an entire sausage fest…if penguins had sausages. Prinnies to be exact.<br><br>They were turned over to the five remaining KIs and Thunder Thighs was first to leave. Damn! What was with the women today?<br><br><strong>They’re not ready for me yet.</strong><br><br>She sounded like a serious hard-ass. Watching her walk away, he was right. Her ass had been almost as nice as Sheva’s. <br>Then there were four. Then three as the great knight stalked off.<br><br><strong>Team two, you’ll be coming with me to begin with. We’re going to get started right away.</strong><br><br><em>Whew,</em> Mario mentally sighed. He remembered Guile describing Angeal to be somewhat of a nice guy. That just meant that their training was going to be a breeze. He then watched as Team One was welcomed into the rambunctious arms of Cole. <em>Maybe I actually got lucky not being on her team.</em><br><br>Mario followed along with his team to where Angeal led them to the start of an obstacle course.<br><br>“<em>Oh~</em>, this will be cake,” Mario said with a confident grin.<br><br><strong>Just to reiterate, you’re not going to be allowed to use any powers you might have, nor will there be any items involved in this test. You won’t need any gear for all of you to make it through to the end.</strong><br><br>“Shit, I forgot about that.”<br><br>No jumping. But…he was Mario. Jumping was what he did best. Of course, the type of jumping that he was envisioning were his superhuman leaps. It was going to be difficult jumping normally.<br><br><strong>All of you, line up and be ready to start moving. You will begin on my mark…and no, I’m afraid there’s no room for questions at this time.</strong><br><br>Mario walked over to the two poles and lifted the bill of his patrol cap to allow some cool air to rush across his brow. Damn, it was hot. <em>So much for asking where the bathroom is.</em><br><br><em>All right; let’s do this. Game face! Game face!</em> he thought as he pumped himself up. He was so glad that he had decided to change his ways. If he had still been as fat as Tingle before coming here, then he feared that he might not have made it through the course. His blue eyes rolled over to observe his teammates. They had to make it through the obstacle <em>together</em>. The only one he was concerned about was the penguin simply because well…he had no hands. <em>Shit! He has no hands! I’m just now noticing this!?!</em><br><br>How was that little shit supposed to climb anything? He would have to help give him a boost or the team would be screwed!<br><br>Just when Mario thought that the situation couldn’t get any worse, Angeal had started the timer before they could even huddle as a team. Mario took off. He came before the tire field and made short work of it, rapidly stepping through each tire one leg at a time. He grinned when he cleared it.<br><br><em>No sweat!</em> and then near staggered when he suddenly remembered the Prinny. Whirling, Mario watched to make sure the peg-legged pipsqueak could even complete it.<br><br><div class="floatright"><strong>Word Count: 1,061</strong> <strong>+3</strong></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: PXO: The Killzone [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>aorangi3</strong> on <strong>08-02-2016, 05:22:14</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://img08.deviantart.net/94fe/i/2013/023/2/4/tingle_in_hd_by_largestupidity-d5sie9v.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tingle<br><strong>Location:</strong> Killzone<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> <strong>Mentioned:</strong> Everyone in some shape or another.<br><hr><br>Strangely as Tingle looked on the meeting, no one would seem to notice his outbursts and accidental bursts of gas. Luckily most if not all had actually either looked away at the precise moment he farted or actually by some stroke of luck walked away. Thankfully no one noticed his stage fright either, not even addressing what he said. It would seem that Tingle's infamous luck was running strong today! Even as he awaited the words of a tanned beauty that just had to be appreciated like a fine bowl of frog-leg Gumbo. Tingle felt that at least he was where he belonged and not just simply creating maps in a swamp making small change with his completely affordable prices (affordable only because people had no choice but to pay for a mapped area that had dangerous creatures roaming it).<br><br>Of course the weirdo that cried about his mustache of all things creepily ogled the tanned beauty too and Tingle felt that was kind of perverted (even though he was doing the same thing). It was clear why he had that grin on his face. Tingle shook his head as he marveled the posterior of a woman that wore a beret. It was something about her assets that just made him know that indeed he 'was not ready'. If he had been wearing his skin-tight fairy-suit, it would have been noticed that he had a little chub bulging. But luckily with the military fatigues he now wore for some strange reason, no one was subject to that image. <br><br>And then the teams would be called out and while Mario had taken issue with it, Tingle would do a small fist pump (http://memesvault.com/wp-content/uploads/Baby-Meme-Fist-02.jpg) to the side as he heard his team composition. There was Shanoa, the long raven-haired beauty that had a face like a pristine doll and well-proportioned parts. Sheva, a woman that was like a pristine gem, beautiful abs and a body that was dangerous to even look at. Jack...who was he again? Eh, it didn't matter, Tingle had the eye-candy to make up for the one other fella.<br><br>Next came their two K.I.s. Some loud big armored dude and a guy that said the word 'fuck' perhaps a little too much. Anyway, they seemed like the joking sort, saying something like 'they were not ready for this' and something about 'exploding attack robots'. Tingle felt that his luck was going up even more, he had the jovial K.I.s too! For the moment, Tingle had a fantasy of the two guys teaching him the ways of a hero, mentoring him like their own son...truly it brought a tear to his eye when he thought about all the perks that would follow. In the background he would go on dates with Sheva and Shanoa because they could not resist his manly charms, he nodded, it was a good choice to pick up that magical letter.<br><br>While he was shepherded to the table to pick up their gear, Tingle looked through it all, picking up a gun for the first time and wondering what it was. He looked through the hole for a second and noticed&nbsp; their was a trigger too. Surely this must be a throwing weapon, he tried it out, not knowing that it was probably Jack's. Throwing it, it went off and<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Dice rolling baby!</div><div class="spoiler_body"> 1. Shoots but nothing else<br>2. Breaks the gun<br>3.Tingle trips with the Gun bonking him on the head<br>4. Everybody Duck! <br>Result was a 1!</div></div><br>the gun shot off as the handle hit hard on the ground shooting aimlessly in the air. The loud sound and shock of that occurrence made him flinch as he looked around to make sure no one noticed...maybe? In either case he hurriedly put the gun back to where he found it, trying to act like it was their to begin with. Though he readily found things that he was familiar with. He found a Melee: <strong>Deku Stick!</strong>, A Silenced weapon:<strong> Pen and Paper!</strong>, Standard: <strong>His flying Balloon!</strong>, and Explosive: <strong>Deku Nut!</strong> Readily putting on the padded the armor and tried as he might, the clothing was a little complicated as he buckled them mostly wrong but was able to somehow keep both his pants and torso from falling off. It looked strangely wrong but it somehow still held with loops and knots, Tingle was good at thinking outside the Swamp.<br><br>Of course this took him awhile and he missed most if not all of what Cole said about the directive. Though when the horn blew, Tingle jumped ahead, momentarily frightened by the sound as he was not expecting it. He ended up tripping in his haste and with his already small size he went forward into a roll, screaming, "WAAAAAAAAAA". &nbsp;(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B6mh45mA_JY) as he went.<br><br><br><hr><hr>797 words <br>+2 exp<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: PXO: The Killzone [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EdwardShane</strong> on <strong>08-02-2016, 08:30:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.destructoid.com/ul/user/2/25438-292718-shanoa51jpg-620x.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Shanoa<br><strong>Title:</strong> Glyph Master<br><strong>Game:</strong> Castlevania: Order of Ecclesia<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Jan. 18, 9:00 AM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Killzone (Downtown Zone)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sheva, Tingle, Jack, Cole, Price<br><strong>Mentioned:</strong> Most everyone else<br><br><hr><br>As everyone else went through their respective introductions, Shanoa made sure to pay close attention to the information they were putting forward.&nbsp; If nothing else, it would be good to at least know some of these people she would likely be working with.&nbsp; The first one was a strange, penguin like creature that called itself Prinny, from a place she wasn't all too familiar with.&nbsp; It was hard to say whether or not the fellow would be able to make it through this, given that lax attitude.&nbsp; Not to mention that his motives were questionable in her mind, at best.&nbsp; The asking about sardines was potentially noteworthy, though; she would have to wait and see to determine that fully.&nbsp; Next was a rather strong seeming woman by the name of Rose who hailed from the Sony lands.&nbsp; She seemed to keep her cards close to her chest, and frankly, Shanoa didn't blame her.&nbsp; She seemed serious, and Shanoa's first impression was that she might very well be a solid ally even if there wasn't much she could tell about her.&nbsp; This was followed by a man that she had certainly heard about, though not one she could honestly say impressed her.&nbsp; Mario's achievements could certainly be labeled as impressive, but it was offset by the lecherous outlook he was seeming to put forth.&nbsp; A shame, really...he actually wasn't too bad looking, especially without the hair sticking to his upper lip.&nbsp; Hair that he promptly proceeded to freak out about losing shortly after the introductions were started, an action that made her even less impressed.&nbsp; Prophet, on the other hand, seemed much more professional, and held himself with a demeanor that Shanoa could certainly respect.&nbsp; Another person she wouldn't mind being put on the same team as, to be sure.&nbsp; His reason for being here was also quite respectable.&nbsp; Then...then came someone she wasn't sure where to place.&nbsp; All she knew was that she was not all too fond of Tingle from the first impression he gave.&nbsp; The farting alone was enough to make her scoot away from him slightly, and his question of finding a fairy was certainly odd.&nbsp; Lastly was a woman named Sheva from Capcom, another person who seemed respectable in both stature and motive.&nbsp; She got the feeling that Sheva was someone who was good to have at your back, for certain.<br><br>All in all, they were a fairly ragtag group, it seemed.&nbsp; It left her wondering exactly how they were going to go about this whole training thing.&nbsp; That question wouldn't be left unanswered for long it seemed, given that the Kill Instructors soon began speaking, dividing them up into teams.&nbsp; She would be lying if she said she was thrilled to be on the same team as Tingle.&nbsp; Honestly, she would have preferred to work with Mario or even Prinny.&nbsp; But, the chips had fallen where they may already, so she resigned herself to that fact.&nbsp; At least she also had Sheva and Jack on her team, the latter of which at least she felt might know how to survive if nothing else.&nbsp; She wasn't sure if he could be trusted just yet, admittedly.&nbsp; And of course, Mario continued to disappoint with his commentary...well, perhaps Tingle might not be <em>so</em> bad, since he didn't seem to be saying a whole lot at this time.<br><br>Cammy was the first of the Kill Instructors to depart after Guile, stating that they weren't ready for her yet.&nbsp; This made her wonder just what sort of challenge she was going to put them through.&nbsp; No doubt, it would be tough if they needed to go through some of the other tests first.&nbsp; Following her was the armored Frederick, someone who looked like he really could learn how to relax a bit.&nbsp; Angeal seemed to grab the other team fairly quickly, which left them with Price and Cole.&nbsp; The two were, to some extent, opposites and equals alike from what she could tell.&nbsp; Both were hardened and experienced warriors, but Cole was loud and straightforward while Price seemed to be a bit more on the controlled, precise, and calculating side.&nbsp; This was bound to be interesting.&nbsp; <br><br>The thought quickly proved to be true, based on that it sounded like the two trainers might have something a bit different in mind for their challenges.&nbsp; When it was stated that they weren't ready, however, all Shanoa could do was think, <em>We'll just have to see about that.</em>&nbsp; She didn't know about what all everyone else had been through in their games, but she had been through some shit herself to take down the one and only Lord Dracula; destroying him with his very own power, no less.&nbsp; Even without her glyphs, she was quite determined to make it through this camp.&nbsp; How much worse could this training be, compared to what she had already been through and lost?<br><br>By the time they stopped, it looked like they were within the area of a larger, more advanced city than the places Shanoa usually was at.&nbsp; Cole was telling him that until they had earned their names, he was going to be calling them 'mufuckers.'&nbsp; This whole nameless thing seemed a bit strange to Shanoa, but she would go along with it.&nbsp; After all, she had been without memories and emotions for a time.&nbsp; Acting as a nameless individual was nothing compared to that, and it even suited the way she operated in general before she got the invite here.&nbsp; Cole would not get a nod from Shanoa, but rather a calm, "Understood, sir."&nbsp; That's about when the explanations began.&nbsp; The first step was for them to gear up, and be back here within ten minutes.&nbsp; There was an 'or else' attached to that requirement, too.&nbsp; She had seen robots explode, and knew it wasn't pretty.&nbsp; She planned to make sure that they were all back on time, if it boiled down to it.<br><br>Moving over to the table that had been mentioned, it seemed that there was a suit of some kind of armor for each of them, along with weaponry for them each to use.&nbsp; Looking over the materials on the table, it didn't take Shanoa long to figure out which set was hers to take.&nbsp; Aside from armor that was oddly custom fit for her, there was a bow with arrows (silent), a sword (standard), a mace (melee), and a stick of dynamite with a set of matches (explosives).&nbsp; Getting two melee weapons and only one ranged one actually suited her just fine, admittedly.&nbsp; She was quite used to wielding two weapons at the same time, after all.<br><br>Before she could really get too far into examining her equipment, much less putting her armor on, Tingle did one of the more boneheaded things she had ever heard of.&nbsp; Of course, she had to cut him a little bit of a break in that it was possible he had no idea what a gun was.&nbsp; Once she saw it flying through the air, though, she was quick to drop to the ground and put herself out of the line of fire before it was set off.&nbsp; Thankfully, it didn't seem like anyone was harmed, but as she got back to her feet she turned an unhappy expression towards Tingle's direction.&nbsp; As he moved to put the gun back where he found it, she spoke quite clearly to him.&nbsp; "Don't throw that sort of tool any more, Tingle...think of them like more potent crossbows.&nbsp; And the next time you don't know what something is, ask someone before testing it yourself.&nbsp; The last thing we need is you accidentally hurting one of us or yourself."&nbsp; With that, she turned to put on the armor she had been given, and prepare herself for the trials ahead.<br><br>Once she was prepared, she hung around everyone else, helping anyone who was slower than her out if they needed a hand.&nbsp; Once they then assembled back in front of Cole and Price, their instructions were given to them.&nbsp; So this was to be one of those situations in which they just killed the enemy until no more showed up?&nbsp; Shanoa couldn't help but smile a little bit, as this was the exact sort of thing she had been trained to do already.&nbsp; Of course, that smile didn't last even a second after the horn sounded, due to how Tingle seemed to react.&nbsp; She quickly realized that her training hadn't included teamwork so much, and she would need to adjust her actions and way of thinking if they were going to make it through this.&nbsp; With the bombs and bullets going everywhere, Shanoa mentally cursed the fool for putting himself in a position where he'd wind up getting himself killed.&nbsp; She didn't hesitate to start moving, staying low to the ground and rolling forward after the wannabe fairy.&nbsp; Only, she was doing it in a much more controlled fashion than Tingle was in an attempt at evasive maneuvering.&nbsp; As she started moving, she called out to the other two, "Cover us!"&nbsp; With any luck, their two teammates could prevent them from taking too much fire while she tried to save the overweight fellow from certain doom.<br><br>Once she caught up to him, she reached out to grab him and drag him over into the cover of a nearby alleyway.&nbsp; Hopefully all would go well and she'd be able to talk to him once more.&nbsp; "Don't expect me to always save you...if you can fight at all, now's the time to start.&nbsp; We need to kill the enemy, not flail harmlessly in their general direction."&nbsp; As she spoke, she assessed the situation, trying to determine how badly both she and Tingle might have gotten injured in that fiasco.&nbsp; Hopefully, the damage was minimal; or even better, nonexistent.&nbsp; As she did so, she got her bow out and prepared an arrow.&nbsp; While she might have preferred to get right into the thick of melee at this time, keeping a distance until they could come up with a more solid approach seemed like a better idea.<br><br><hr><br><div style="text-align: right;">Word Count: 1755<br>EXP: 5<br>Level Up</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: PXO: The Killzone [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>scribus1000</strong> on <strong>10-02-2016, 04:50:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://s29.postimg.org/px60wtxxj/rsz_176095_far_cry_instincts_predator_xbox_360_s.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Jack Carver</span><br><strong>Game:</strong> Far Cry: Instincts - Predator<br><strong>Time:</strong> Jan 18th, 0900<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Killzone<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tingle, Shanoa, Sheva, Rose(glared at)<br><strong>Mentioned:</strong> All<br><br><hr><br>The little penguin thing had a habit of saying 'dude', or 'dood', that in some way grated on Jack's nerves. Wondering if it was a verbal tick or if he was actually aware of every single time he chose to say that word. In the end it didn't matter, as it had the same effect. With a group of people, two of which were tiny, one of those two being non-human, Jack wondered just what kind of actions warranted being on the Wall of Shame. And whether he'd get to see additions soon. Make no mistake, he didn't have it out for anyone in particular...but he did question the ability of his teammates. As he was wont to do on sheer principle, because if he didn't know what they could do, they'd be liabilities. That shit got you killed faster than actual enemies did. And everyone seemed to tread the usual lines when it came to introductions. He was not going to talk about Prinny's, period. A couple of others were believing that they could not "sit by" and allow the Mugen Virus to spread. They didn't necessarily have to join a concentrated effort if that was their stance on it. Some others were, it seemed, just not taking the boot camp seriously or were occupied with doing something else. He could tell Mario had his eyes on certain female body parts, and Dante didn't even make his motives subtle. Jack's golden eyes flicked from one person to the next, locking onto Rose briefly. Her response was minor and revealed the least out of everyone, but it was one he could like. A little step above the Protagonists who sounded so patriotic they'd bleed the proper colors on the flags of their respective world/countries, just so the patterns could stay preserved. Respectful, heroic? Oh yes, undeniably so. But it told him next to nothing about them. Other than that their blood might not be red.<br><br>His gaze dismissed her after that. Moving on...<br><br>As expected, the KIs revealed that names meant little or nothing to them. Earning a sneer from Jack as this was <em>exactly</em> what he was expecting--you had to earn your name here, it didn't matter what you had done in the past. Newcomers were equal among each other, and no one would get special treatment, nor should they expect any. Honestly, were he an instructor, Jack would have done this the exact same, and silently, he appreciated not feeling special, in a roundabout ironic way. That didn't mean he was kissing ass. No, it just meant he was on the same page. And eager to get this chapter behind him, relatively quick before anyone could fuck up and make a bad situation worse. Too late though, he heard Mario cheering at the team composition as Tingle wasn't placed on his team, but Jack's. The part-feral operative was not sure how to feel about this. Biting back a snarky reply he could have made, Jack instead backed away from the overweight little guy like everybody else was, face betraying only a fraction of his disgust. The full version would have disintegrated any notion of this team actually becoming a team. He'd been dealt what looked like a weak hand--they would have to deal with it unless the little one could prove himself to be helpful. <br><br>Cammy was right, they weren't ready at all, not even close. He knew not to judge off of appearances alone, that's how he got this far in the first place. As <em>ridiculous</em> as her outfit looked to him--Seriously, she was camel-toeing like a <em>God</em>--he didn't allow it to fool him; and her firm, milky-white ass-cheeks, while appealing, wouldn't help him that much out here. Shanoa and Sheva's respective asses wouldn't help either, so he paid those body parts no mind. The two women had better be as good as they let on, because they'd need to be great to make up for the shortcomings. He shot appraising glares at both of them, staring eye-to-eye with those golden, disturbing irises of his, and it was pretty clear what he was thinking--he was probably one of the few men here who <em>wasn't</em> leering at them, but judging them on another level. They were both attractive, no doubt, but there was a time and a place for that--and if they fucked up, there would not <em>be</em> a time and place, due to everyone getting packed up and tossed back to their homeworlds to sit this war out.<br><br>Some Protagonists really needed to be sent back, though. They would do less harm that way.<br><br>Tingle picked up one of the guns, one Jack recognized as a 9mm pistol from his world, fitted with a suppressor. It was clear that the little shit didn't know what the weapon was, from the way he held it and inspected it without even a hint of common knowledge. Jack started toward him, about to growl an order that the little one would find in his best interests to follow (they didn't have rank, but Jack was far bigger, angrier and more threatening when he wanted to be). <br><br>But then Tingle threw the gun. <br><br><em>He....threw it.</em><br><br>With the safety off.<br><br>There was a moment where Jack stared flatly, <em>actual surprise</em> on his features, before he ducked on reflex just as the gun misfired on the ground, a quiet crack of gunfire. He didn't care if anyone found this amusing--you do not disrespect the dangers a gun posed. The moment you do, was the moment where someone eats a bullet that you didn't want to. If this had been done anywhere else, Jack would have thrown the fucking midget fifty feet away for doing something so mind-bendingly <em>stupid</em>, even if he didn't know what a gun was. Don't pick up things you aren't familiar with, they're clearly for someone else. When he rose back to his full height, the others could see the sudden contained rage being held back as he strode over and scooped the pistol up from the ground, and went to calmly collect his weapons. He didn't speak a word for a very long time, instead allowing Shanoa to offer advice that had a great lack of expletives. Then he snarled. "Do that again, you little shit..." He said, disturbingly calm. "And I'll break your fucking fingers. And if someone gets shot because of you, I'll bury you six feet under on the spot." He found his butterfly knife, an assault rifle, and four pipe bombs. Realizing he was glad that none of the other weapons had been under Tingle's attention. He assembled and donned his armor, and equipped the weapons--fast, with more than half the time to spare. He wasn't new at this, and had experience. You learn quickly when you're in training, and you learn to do it even faster on an island like Jacutan, where everyone is out to kill you and your allies are in a quantity you can count on one hand.<br><br>The group returned to Cole and Price. Jack resumed his silence, but peered over at Shanoa briefly. While she seemed competent, her approach to handling Tingle might be risky. Especially if she was going to try to cover for him in the worst of situations. There could be a point where the little fat fucker does something totally out of line, and the team might face considerable injuries trying to get to him. There comes a point where you can't defend against stupid, and it becomes a choice between backing off, versus facing certain death trying to be a hero. As far as the sim went, for all Jack knew, losing a single team member could mean instant failure for everyone. So while he currently despised Tingle for his foolishness, he was still going to look out for him. They were on the same team, so they would have to stay that way. For now.<br><br>The horn in the distance blared. Showtime. Jack kept his assault rifle at the ready, looked over at the others...and saw Tingle immediately rolling forwards in a panic as he'd just tripped. "Fuck." Carver stared up at the sky for two seconds, and his shoulders visibly slumped. He was already wondering how in the living <em>fuck</em> he was going to keep all of this going together. Shanoa had gone after Tingle in an effort to rescue him, and might be taking injuries precisely because of him. Jack was taking refuge behind an appropriate chest-high wall, and already giving covering fire for the two allies before Shanoa had even called out for it. "Fucking moron," he growled about Tingle. He was now considered a wild card, a natural hazard that they would have to either allow to run its course, or shut down before anything else could happen. He didn't care if Sheva heard him and had something contradictory to say about it...the issues everyone already saw, would speak for themselves.<br><br>He saw Shanoa take Tingle into an alleyway and roared at her, making a gesture with his fist that imitated throwing something to the ground. "Lock him down!" He meant for her to make sure Tingle went nowhere else other than orbiting within two feet of someone more competent than him. Jack didn't care if she had to sit on his face, or magnetize the little squirt's hands to latch permanently onto her thigh. The goal was to make sure Tingle didn't make any more silly mistakes and get himself shot. As much as Jack hated these moments, he was doing Tingle a goddamn favor by wanting to take him out of the fight. Everything Carver seen done so far had shown how much the little guy was in over his head.<br><br>If Sheva was near, he'd call out to her next. "You, Sheva. This is going to get worse before it gets better. I hope you aren't all talk, with all that patriotic worship I heard back there. Biological warfare expert? FRAG OUT!" He popped up and tossed one of his pipe bombs up ahead, past Shanoa's and Tingle's hiding spot. If enemy soldiers advanced on Shanoa's position, he would detonate it and kill them, giving her and her luggage a window of opportunity to escape. "Tell me, is there a cure for stupid yet, on your world?"<br><br><hr><br>1738 words<br>5 XP<br><em><br><strong>[||||||||||]</strong> 7/10</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: PXO: The Killzone [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>14-02-2016, 18:45:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/NEkAnom.jpg?1)</div><br><br><br><br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Major Laurence Barnes<br><strong>Title:</strong> Prophet<br><strong>Game:</strong> Crysis Series<br><strong>Time:</strong> 01-18-0900<br><strong>Location:</strong> Kill Zone Obstacle Course<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sheva, Mario, <br><strong>Mentioned:</strong> Tingle<br><hr><br>He locked eyes with the only other black person there, and nodded his head when she asked them all about the invites. "Nail on the head. Nice to meet you. Everybody calls me Prophet."&nbsp; He gave her a polite nod of his head and a smile when he introduced himself. She seemed pretty nice, and just plain pretty too. He wondered what her whole thing was. Honestly, he wondered about everyone here. Even the people he knew and knew of. Well that's what they were hear to find out, so like most things in life he just needed a bit of patience and he'd get the answers he was looking for. When Mario responded that his mustache had been on his face just seconds ago made Prophet wonder. <br><br>Was it a power up? Or something that the Kill Zone consider useful? Or were they just being dicks and screwing with the new recruits? He had no real idea, but yeah, Mario's lip warmer was gone, and now he honestly looked kinda funny. Prophet wouldn't say that to his face though. "Sorry, man. Maybe they're just fuckin' with us? Hell, it's a tradition in the military to screw you over just before shit gets hard so they can test your mettle and all that. And who knows, maybe the ladies like a baby face?" <br><br>He was trying to help the poor guy out who was clearly distraught over losing one of his most prized possessions.&nbsp; He let his attention drift from the plumber when the short, squat, round, kinda ugly, weird lookin' guy stepped up. His name was Tingle...and he'd just farted. And he wanted a fairy? "The fuck?" That was all he could think to say when he saw the man, and he hadn't even thought when it came out. It was just so...unsettling was a good word. So unsettling he just reacted. Sheva was the last one up, and he nodded. Not only was she beautiful, but she was a soldier, and spec ops no less.<br><br>&nbsp;He had a feeling they'd get along fine as he was sure they'd both gone up against some pretty crazy shit in their own games. Resident Evil was known for it's freaky, undead horrors. After all of them had introduced themselves, Guile stepped up and made it clear that their names meant nothing to him, nor the other KI's. The introductions were for each other, and at least now he knew the basics of the people he was working with. Since they were all supposedly nameless at the moment, he quickly saw the connection between this and his own military practices, like calling all new recruits "Maggot" or "Fresh Meat" or any other number of insulting names meant to break you down before you earned your name back.<br><br>&nbsp;The flat topped soldier then told them what teams they'd be on. Eight of them meant two teams of four, and the first team was...Shanoa, Jack, Tingle and Sheva. Well at least Tingle wasn't on his team. That left him, Mario, Rose, and that Prinny Penguin thing. Well...yeah at least Tingle wasn't on his team. He could still smell that guys fart. What the fuck did he eat?! When Mario complained about the other team having all the women, he leaned over and whispered in his ear. [/color=darkblue]"Rose is pretty cute. Plus, we don't get that Tingle guy. Count your blessings, Paisan."[/color]<br><br>&nbsp;Guile left then. And Cammy left too, saying they weren't ready for her. She didn't know what they were ready for...most of them at least. But again this was already reminding him of home, so he didn't say anything, just like he'd let drill instructors get away with a lot of stuff in basic. With the teams selected, the KI's started splitting them off. He simply nodded to Angeal when he took control over the group and told them they'd be getting started on his test immediately. Good. The quicker they get it out of the way, the quicker things progress.<br><br>&nbsp;On the way, he looked over his teammates. Mario was Mario. Except he'd trimmed the fat and replaced it with muscles. And since Mario was basically one of the original platformers, when that obstacle course came into view, Prophet knew Mario would excel. Even without his powers, he was still Mario. So he didn't worry about him. He himself was an elite soldier who did obstacle courses like this so many times it was second nature. Literally. At one point he actually hated the entire concept as every time he moved to a new division it seemed like he had to run a course to show them how good he was, how fast he was, how strong he was. It got annoying after a while.<br><br>&nbsp;He'd be good. Rose he wasn't sure about, but she looked at least like she could handle herself and do a good job. He didn't know what her game was, but at least she seemed capable. His one concern was the Prinny. He was a three foot tall penguin...with <em>peg legs</em>.&nbsp; How could a penguin with peglegs, plural, do something like this? And it wouldn't be so bad if he had hands, but the little guy was a penguin! So he had little penguin flippers. Could he even grab things? He'd seen the salute earlier, but making a gesture was a far cry from grabbing a rope hard enough to hold yourself up while climbing a wall...with his peg legs. How did he even work? And why did he call everyone dood? <br><br>The little modified creature was fascinating, but he could focus on that stuff later. For now he needed to concentrate if he wanted to do good and do right by his team. His attention snapped to Angeal when he started to speak, and he narrowed his eyes when they were informed time wasn't the only thing they were being judged on. Again, just like home. You protect your unit, watch your buddies back. He probably wanted to see if they'd risk a good time to help a teammate who was falling behind or needed help. Prophet certainly would. He'd done a lot more than that before. And looking at Prinny, he figured today he might need to. He also said no gear, no powers, no nothing. <br><br>Back to bare bones. Old school. He liked it, even though he'd miss his suit. He lined up with the others after taking in as much of the course as he could. When they were waiting for Angeal, he quickly spoke to the others. "No disrespect, little man. But everyone keep eyes out for Prinny. He's not built for this course." It was obvious that with flippers for hands and peg legs for feet, he was at a huge disadvantage. But Prophet felt the need to point it out in case the others hadn't really paid attention, or the little penguin was too proud to ask for help. <br><br>Not that he thought he was, but he'd worked with people like that before. And his way of thinking on the subject was always... Fuck that shit, pride was important, but right now they were supposed to be a team and it could take a back seat.&nbsp; "Help him if he needs it!" And then it started. He leaned forward a bit and took off, blazing through the tires with the ease and skill of a man whose people invented the obstacle course. About the same time as Mario, he was out the other side, but instead of continuing on, he looked back at Rose and Prinny. Angeal had said time wasn't the only thing. So while it was important, he wanted to make sure his whole team made it through this.<br><br><hr><em>1301 words: 4 XP<br><strong>[||||||||||]</strong> 9/10</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: PXO: The Killzone [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>26-02-2016, 01:52:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/legendofdragoon/images/4/4e/Rose.jpg/revision/latest?cb=00000000000000)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rose<br><strong>Title:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Game:</strong> Legend of the Dragoon<br><strong>Time:</strong>Jan. 18, 9:00 AM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Killzone<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Mario, major, prinny,&nbsp; <strong>Mentioned:</strong>Tingle, jack<br><hr>Rose pinched the bridge of her nose as the foul stench that seeped from the strange little green fellow filled the air. It was all she could do to keep herself from telling those that brought her here to go to hell. They had sent a letter, a call to arms so to speak, to save the known digital worlds and these were the beings they were allowing in. And where were they, summer camp? Everything seemed so over the top yet all too underwhelming all at the same time. But none of it impressed Rose enough to being to take it seriously. <br><br>It was as if she were right at the beginning of it all, back with Dart when he was foolishly trying to face a fully grown dragoon all on his own. Some unknown overly cocky punk that got tossed around like a sandbag, and yet it was him that she had been looking for all that time. Still Rose couldn't see that potential here, and she had no magical jewel or stone to show the power of one’s soul here. Instead she only had what she saw, or smelled at this current time and none of it made her happy. <br><br>She didn't keep up with all the games, so in truth, she had no real idea who any of these people were, though Mario seemed to be the only one worried about that fact that she didn't recognize him. Granted some only tried to become what one would call a hero to gain the fame that went with it, so maybe he was the same. Again she had no real idea, and at the moment who they all were wasn't her main concern. What really bothered her was the strange camp, they found themselves in. <br><br>How could they really think, jumping through hoops and tires would help them accomplish anything? Especially when one of their "team" didn't seem capable of it. The small penguin would probably do better by being put in a pack and being carried through the course. Thankfully it didn't seem to have the nearly deadly scent capabilities that Tingle seemed to be. That was one thing Rose could be grateful for. <br><br>Finally the air seemed to clear and allowed Rose to take a full, deep breath once more as she scanned the crowd once more. It was then she noticed how hard Jack was staring at her. She had no idea what he wanted, but wasn't about to be intimidated. She returned his stare for a short moment before turning away, unafraid of any threat the man could become. In truth, she figured he was just as confused or questing as much as she was. <br><br>It seemed she did so just in time as their task was set before them and the timer started. Mario took off without a second thought, the man easily working over the tires before stopping and looking back. Next Major looked to her and said to help Prinny if he needed it. "Oh of course, you two go ahead, I'll take care of him." she said sharply before the man took off over the tires ahead of the two of them. <br><br>Taking a breath, Rose looked to Prinny and sighed, "All right short stuff, let's get this over with." she said before waving one hand to encourage him to begin to move forward through the first obstacle. <br><br>She watched as the short peg legged creature began to work his way through the tires. Each step seemed to take a great deal of effort. And for a moment Rose had no idea what she wanted to do more, laugh or groan. She reached up with one hand and pinched the bridge of her nose and realized that they were all in for a very long day at this rate. <br><br>Each short step brought the penguin closer to the last, until he...she...it was finished. Only then did she move forward with a great deal of ease and make her way through the tires. She made quick work of them before stopping next to her shorter teammate and grabbing hold of his belt and lifting him up. "Hell, you’re heavier than you look." Rose commented before moving forward. <br><br>She ran forward and caught up with the rest of her team and place Prinny down on the ground once more. "Next time you may want to actually wait for your team, instead of just dumping the other members on someone else." she glared at Major clearly not afraid to speak her mind. "How about we work together to get through this, or we can all go it alone and no don't fail in one way or another....your choice." she looked to her team mates knowing she'd only give them a few moments to decide. Rose wasn't one to just play around, even if this all seemed like some bad joke someone was playing on her. This group could either work it out, or she'd find a way to do it alone. It wouldn't be the first time for her, and in the end it probably wouldn't be the last time either.<br><hr>Word Count=859<br>[<strong>\\\\</strong>\\\\\\]4/10
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				Title: <strong>Re: PXO: The Killzone [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>04-03-2016, 05:13:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/e6/2d/bb/e62dbb31b55ed7de74d4dbea60b38e3e.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mario<br><strong>Title:</strong> Legend<br><strong>Game:</strong> Mario Franchise<br><strong>Time:</strong> January 18th, 0900<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Killzone - Team Two<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> His Team, Open <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><hr><hr><br><br><br>Mario briefly side-glanced Prophet not at all surprised that he made it through the tire trail. So his athleticism wasn’t all for show? Then again, they were just at the beginning of the course with much more to cover. Rose was helping the Prinny along much like a mother did a child learning to walk. Mario raised a hand to his face, peeking through his fingers as he continued to watch the painful sight. How embarrassing…When Rose picked up the penguin and carried him over to set him down like an ill-behaved animal, he lowered his hand and bore his teeth a little in a wince at her frustration.<br><br>“I can take him from here,” said Mario. He then puffed up proudly, barreled chest swelling within his camo top. “Afterall, this is my kinda’ course. I’ll make sure he touches everything so he can at least get credit.”<br><br>Mario bent over and grasped the Prinny by his sides just beneath his flipper pits and straightened. He stared at the creature almost forgetting that it was even alive. It looked like a plushy. Setting the peg-legged bird upon his shoulders, he turned toward the rest of the course with an analytical gaze. The next obstacle was a great wall and rope. His blue eyes flicked up to the Prinny or where he believed the penguin should had been.<br><br>“You better hang on tight. We can’t afford to waste any more time.”<br><br>Mario sprinted for the wall and didn’t seem to be interested in stopping. <em>Thunk, thunk, thunk!</em> His boots carried him up the wall for a brief period before he snagged the rope. He then climbed the rest of the way, pulling himself up and swinging his legs over to drop down on the other side. The plumber landed in a crouch, his hands posting on the ground to steady his balance as he exhaled a breath. Compared to how he started, carrying the Prinny was starting to feel like a workout with a weight on his shoulders. He was like a bloated sandbag.<br><br>“You should lay off the sardines, buddy,” Mario grumbled before he took off again.<br><br>He saw the mud ahead and his lips stretched in a long frown as he thought with facetious enthusiasm, <em>Of course!</em>. Grasping the Prinny, Mario treated him like a bowling ball. He remembered having to race Big Penguin in Cool, Cool Mountain. If the Prinny was a real penguin, then sliding on his belly across slick surfaces should have been second nature. Mario swung the penguin in a manner that he should have enough drive to slide across the mud safely beneath the barbed wire and all the way to the other side. The plumber followed behind him, quickly low-crawling through the mud.<br><br><em>I wonder how long this mud’s been here?</em> he mused. Hopefully, it wasn’t a stagnant pile. If it was, then they might as well should have been crawling through shit. Once Mario crawled out from the mud, he stood up right and gazed pathetically down at his mud-caked uniform. With two fingers, he scraped up a glob of mud and redrew his moustache. The pit mud had been much darker and thicker than the mud he had used earlier. He was able to give his pseudo-stache a nice gentleman’s curl at the ends.<br><br>Smiling proudly, Mario muttered to himself, “I wish I had a mirror.”<br><br>Back to the obstacle course, he picked up the Prinny and raced over to the Jacob’s rope ladder and just outright stopped. From the bottom to the top, Mario craned his head until it seemed like the sun was burning his eyes. He then stepped toward the ladder and grabbed it to see how wobbly it was. He had to carry Prinny up that?<br><br>Setting the penguin down, Mario crossed his arms before his chest and fussed, “Next! Someone else needs to carry this guy around. I got him over the wall and through the mud. Somebody else can get him over this ladder.”<br><br><div class="floatright"><strong>Word Count: 669</strong> <strong>+2</strong> <strong>Level up!</strong></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: PXO: The Killzone [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>15-03-2016, 06:40:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/NEkAnom.jpg?1)</div><br><br><br><br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Major Laurence Barnes<br><strong>Title:</strong> Prophet<br><strong>Game:</strong> Crysis Series<br><strong>Time:</strong> 01-18-0900<br><strong>Location:</strong> Kill Zone Obstacle Course<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rose, Mario, Prinny<br><strong>Mentioned:</strong> <br><hr><br>When Prophet took off, he assumed the Prinny was at least good enough to get the basics underway, and then between the rest of them they could help him out. He overestimated him a good bit though, and Rose ended up having to carry him with her almost immediately. He and Mario were through the first obstacles relatively quickly, but during every look over his shoulder, he could see Rose and that penguin chugging along. Wow, teamwork would be hard when it seemed like 75% of the team would spend the entire course guiding the last 25% along by the hand...or flipper in this case.<br><br>&nbsp;Still, teamwork meant a team working together. So if Prinny needed the help, he'd get it. Prophet just wished he didn't apparently need so damn much of it. Still, he and Mario waited patiently until they caught up. Then after she set Prinny down, she glared at him and decided that his actions were worth wasting time arguing about. "I said to help him if he needed it. I had no idea he'd need so much of it." Mario volunteered to take Prinny through the next section, and he gestured at him "We are working together. You just got the first shift. Now if you want to complain&nbsp; about getting the easiest job first, or whatever else, be my guest after we're done. Right now though we've got more obstacles to get through."<br><br>&nbsp;If Rose had a problem with him, or how he did things, or anything else, he was more than happy to sit down and hash it out. Or at least agree to disagree. However, he only planned to do that when they actually had time to. Right now he didn't have the luxury of arguing, or sitting down and having a debate over tactics or strategy or who was wrong and who was right. At this moment, all he had time for was getting to the end of the obstacle course, and making sure the others did too.<br><br>&nbsp;When Mario put Prinny on his shoulders, Prophet watched with hope as the two scaled the rope wall. Once he was sure Mario wouldn't fall or drop the penguin, he took a few steps back, then sprinted toward the wall and leaped, his feet pushing him up several feet before he reached out to grab a rope and gripped like his life depended on it. Then he climbed his way to the top, flipped his legs over, and jumped down. Now there was a mud crawl. Awesome. He was looking forward to getting filthy today. Still, he should have expected it, as it was a staple of any good obstacle course. Backing up as far as he could, he pushed off the wall and ran full speed toward the mud. <br><br>Right before he got to it, he dove low and stretched his arms out, sliding as far as he could into the muck before bringing his elbows under his body and crawling the rest of the way. On the other side, he stood up and shook as much mud off himself as he could. Then he noticed the rope ladder. "Shit." Mario tried, thought about it, then gave up and said it was time to pass the Prinny off. That was fair enough. Rose had gone first, then Mario, now it was his turn. <br><br>"Give him here," he said as he walked over and bent town to pick the penguin up. He made the penguin as stable as he could in his grip, then he started up the ladder, having to be careful and take his time so they weren't thrown off. If he'd known the little, yet surprisingly heavy guy he was toting around was a living bomb, he'd have been even more careful. It wasn't necessarily slow going, but it was a lot slower than he'd have liked. Still, with careful, timed, and precise movements, he got to the end of the ladder and stepped onto the platform. A light sheen of sweat was starting to build on his forehead. Mario was right; the Prinny was heavier than he looked. <br><br><hr><em>689 words: 2 XP<br><span class="bbc_u">Level 2</span><br><strong>[||||||||||]</strong>10/10<br><strong>[||||||||||||||||||||]</strong>1/20</em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: PXO: The Killzone [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drake Valentine</strong> on <strong>16-03-2016, 04:07:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/Morkael/Evil%20Dudes/prinny_by_xinometal-d4uz1fx.png_zpshorzic9v.jpeg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>'Hero' Prinny<br><strong>Title:</strong> Pvt. Prinny<br><strong>Game:</strong> Disgaea Series / Prinny: Can I Really Be the Hero?<br><strong>Time:</strong> Jan 18th, 0900<br><strong>Location:</strong> Killzone – Team Two<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rose, Mario, Prophet<br><strong>Mentioned:</strong> <br><br>Pvt. Prinny diligently stood there as the rest of the group went about their introductions, he was a simpleminded creature himself; most prinnies were after being groomed through the hardships in training to be a Prinny from that crazed, Prinny Instructor. Not that things were much better even after being drafted into Master Etna's army; but that was another story, and none of those individuals were presently here at the moment. He was already destined with a new mission, something that may lead to any prinny's dreamed salvation. His prolonged salute ended when everyone stopped wit h their introductions and when the next task came at hand. He wasn't going to complain about them being broken into groups, parties were another typical thing back in his world. His short and stocky body waggling along on peg legs with the three people he was destined to be with for the obstacle course; perhaps not the best to start with given his body and the things that were presented thus far.<br><br>On the other hand, with all the explosions and things going on in the background, the other course appeared to be a standard, Master Etna, produced one. A visible sweatdrop appeared as he watched the events of the other course briefly from the sidelines as their present instructor went about explaining what they were supposed to be doing. He didn't have much time to dibble-dabble as things finally set foot, the blue penguin blinking towards the tires and the present two that already completed going through them. Now, exactly, how was he to manage that with his peg legs? He supposed he could hop through them as he carefully begun to approach them and seemed to take nearly forever in working his way through them, even with the encouragement. The occasional 'Dood' came and passed in the process of it all, till finally he was on the other side, flopping over on the ground in relief, but not for long.<br><br>His flippers wildly begun to flap when he was lifted up by his belt. Being picked up was never a good thing or thrown or even dropped. All were considerably hazardous, but it didn't appear he had much time to object or anything with the muddied beard guy taking him and rushing onward with no regard to what he might be carrying in the process. More visible sweatdrops appearing when they scaled the wall and an extended 'dood' came when the plumber swung him through the mud under the wires. These people were just as crazy as Etna. Thankfully the momentum was enough to get him across the mud as he slid along it, his entire front caked over in dirt. He rose and wobble about, trying to shake the mud off of his plush-like body, only to be lifted again.<br><br>The plump creature remained as still as possible, more afraid of being dropped and exploding than anything else at this point. He was sweating as well each time the ladder wobbled or something to that extent. <em>I'm going to die, dood.</em> He kept mentally telling himself over and over, till finally they were at the top. ”I'm alive, dood!” He was happy to finally be set down along the platform, his form wobbling forwards to look onwards to the rest of the platforms ahead of them where they will be going up and down and making various jumps. He waited for the other two to ascend up to where they were at, before he continued onwards.<br><br>With a bit more ease, he jumped from each platform, dropping down and back up when necessary. Sometimes catching himself along his flippers and pulling his bulky body up to ascend the climb. He would pause and wait, now and then to track the others, but so far, this seemed the easiest of the part of the courses. Upon reaching the monkeybar area, he stopped to run back over the trapped passage, unknown to him. ”Keep it up doods, we are almost there!” The prinny turned to wobble off the trapped passage, unknowingly setting it off after walking off it. ”Dood!” From there he stared dumbly down at the open passageway, feeling completely stranded from the rest of the approaching team. ”I didn't do it, doods!” <br><br><hr><div style="text-align: right;">Word Count:716<br>Exp:2<br>XP ////////// (5/10) </div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: PXO: The Killzone [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>24-03-2016, 02:24:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/legendofdragoon/images/4/4e/Rose.jpg/revision/latest?cb=00000000000000)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rose<br><strong>Title:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Game:</strong> Legend of the Dragoon<br><strong>Time:</strong>Jan. 18, 9:00 AM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Killzone<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Mario, major, prinny,&nbsp; <strong>Mentioned:</strong>Tingle, jack<br><hr><br>Rose ignored the wild flapping of the odd little penguin in her hands. She wasn't worried in the least, than again, she had no idea of his volatile capacity either. All Rose knew was that they needed to get him through every single obstacle to get through the silly course. It still made no sense, why have your champions play games when real training or tasks could be tended to? It gave Rose a reason to question their so called teachers, and what they were really up. Then again Rose was always slow to trust, and now was going to be no different. <br><br>She handed the small wiggling package off to the tall Italian with no resistance. "<strong>He's all yours.'</strong> Rose said as he left her hand, a deep breath filling her lungs as she looked onto the rest of the course. She was thankful that Mario took the heavy penguin; he did in fact weigh more than expected. And it would have slowed her down; thankfully her teammates seemed amply supplied with muscles. A small fact she enjoyed a bit more than she would ever admit. Both muscled men seemed more than ready to give a far to cocky strut should they hear the news. That image quickly stifled any appreciation for the outward appearance, as cockiness was most unbecoming a real man. <br><br>She took a breath and pushed her first impression away, it was the least she could do. Besides Rose had better things to do at the moment, <strong>"That sounds like a plan."</strong> she nodded towards Mario, <strong>"though we can take turns."</strong> Rose explained with a soft nod. The sight of Prinny's reaction to being picked up once more nearly brought a bit of laughter from Rose's lips....almost. She shook her head and looked to Major with a scowl, <strong>"I suggest you learn some respect, before you end up regretting what you get returned. I did not complain, but the ease in which you left a so called teammate was disgusting."</strong> she corrected major and moved past him to follow Mario. <br><br>Rose had no intention of taking shit from anyone, and if that meant not making friends then so be it. Doing what had to be done had nothing to do with friends this time. Not when the last two times had ended with her holding the short end of the stick. All they needed at the moment was a common ground and an understanding to work together enough to live till the next battle or task. And at the moment all they needed was to finish the damn course and get to whatever silly task was next. <br><br>Rose ran than to the next obstacle in the course, a rope wall no less. She waited for the others to clear it before stepping up and gripping the rope. She easily made her way to the top, using her legs to support most of her weight as she pushed upward before kicking her feet over the edge and preforming a skilled tumble off the other side. Her feet landing in the mud, her boots sinking in as she stood and looked to the mud crawl in time to see Prinny sliding through, flailing the whole time. <br><br>She stifled a snicker once more and shook her head, watching as the large men struggled to get through the mud. The larger bodies weighed down with the extra mass, making it difficult to pull through. She studied the obstacle for a moment and then moved, tucking her long raven hair into her shirt before lowing herself down and crawling under the barb wire. The small action would keep her hair from getting caught underneath her as well as in the barbwire. Moving her elbows in front of her, she pushed with her feet and knees and began to crawl through the thick mud. <br><br>Clearly Rose was not worried about getting a little dirty, it was after all only mud. A good long swim in a lake or if available a shower would wash away any foul evidence that remained later on. For now Rose moved as quickly as possible through that part of the course before standing once more before the next task in their little list of feats. <br><br>Next was the Jacob's ladder, a wobbly set of ropes that seemed more difficult that they should be. Her hands worked over her frame and tried to wipe away as much mud as possible. The wetness left behind was less than pleasant and caused her clothes to cling to her like a second skin. Yes it would take a great deal of water and scrubbing to get rid of the mud. But for now Rose did her best with her hands as Major took to the rope bridge challenge first. <br><br>Rose watched as major struggled to keep himself balanced, all the while holding the terrified package. It wasn't easy that was for sure, and she would have given him credit if he didn't seem like a big headed goof already. Granted she almost felt bad for the small penguin, he looked so frightened that she thought it would faint. If they were to keep doing these sorts of things it would probably be better to come up with some sort of way to carry him. Like a backpack, baby carried sort of thing. The idea was quickly thrown to the side though, as Major made it to the top of the ladder. <br><br>It seemed that trying to balance making things insanely difficult, so perhaps if she kept her weight centered it would become easier. <strong>"One second I have an idea."</strong> she held a hand up to Mario to have him let her go first. Her first few steps were easy, of course. It was only once one got past those steps and closer to the center that things got tricky. Still Rose kept to the center and found her balance point with each step. She still wobbled at times, but managed to make it up in a slightly easier fashion than Major. <br><br>Rose pulled herself up onto the platform and took a deep breath. <strong>"You can try it my way or I can try and steady it for you before you start...your choice."</strong> she waved Mario onward and would wait to see what he choice was. If he asked for help she would, but if he wanted to do it himself. Either way she looked onward as the team caught up once more. <strong>"So who wants to play catch the penguin?"</strong> she asked with a smirked, clearly having no idea about Prinny’s possible explosive danger. If she had Rose may have suggested a much safer route to take. But at the moment it seemed like their best bet. She took one last long breath before taking a few steps back and suddenly running forward and onto the first platform in a long line of such before them, her feet sliding to a stop as they met the next wooden service. <br><br>She could see there were many more platforms before them, some even higher than the one she was standing on, some shorter, but all with a gap of some sort between them. <strong>“I may actually get a little winded this go around.”</strong> Rose jested as she knew they would all be feeling the course at least a little bit at the end of the day. She turned to her team then and nodded, <strong>“Come one boys, you can’t stare at my ass all day.”</strong> She teased and waved at them to follow. She stood ready to catch the penguin though, knowing jumping would be much easier without the added weight holding them down, or worse the little guy suddenly flailing or wiggling and sending the pair down to the ground below with one hell of a bang. <br><hr>Word Count=1305<br>[<strong>\\\\\\\\</strong>\\]8/10<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: PXO: The Killzone [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>02-04-2016, 16:29:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.videogamesblogger.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/09/Augustus-Cole.jpg)</div> <div class="floatright">(http://images.gamenguide.com/data/images/full/10611/modern-warfares-captain-price.jpg?w=720)</div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size">GM Post</span></strong><br>Team 2 (Sheva, Tingle, Shanoa, Jack)</div><hr><br>While the crew were picking out their weapons, Price and Cole talked among themselves. Wondering about their odds of survival, much less success. And both KI's agreed they were skeptical because of that short, tubby man who'd been in green tights. "I bet my hat and a years supply of cigars that weird one fucks somethin' up before we even get started." "Come on, Price. Have a <em>little</em> faith. He had the courage to bring his weird lil' ass out here to fight the good fight. At least we can give him props for-" <br><br>Before Cole could finish, Tingle had thrown a pistol and it hit the ground and went off, sending a stray shot into the air that caused both Price and the Cole Train to brandish their weapons and aim directly at Tingle and the gun before they realized it was just a mistake. Price took a breath then, a deep one, a long one. "Word of advice. Listen to your teammates. And just...don't do anymore dumb shit, green bean. Do, and you'll have me to answer too. And you thought Cammy was mean? Heh, she's a fuckin' angel compared to me when I'm angry. Trust me, mate."<br><br>&nbsp;He was sure his point had been taken, and shortly after all Hell broke loose. This was the KI's favorite part, and from where they were standing they could see everything. Tingle was off to a horrible start, tripping and rolling in a way only his unique shape could allow. Shanoa got a few points right off the bat for not hesitating to go and try to rescue Tingle. She even called out the right order for cover fire on her way. Cole grinned and Price, although his face was as grumpy as ever, nodded ever so slightly. <br><br>Her attempt was successful, and she got him out of harms way without getting hurt herself. Jack and Sheva already having tons of experience in these sorts of situations did their jobs well, laying down plenty of suppressive fire that kept the oncoming horde of mismatched enemies and creatures from getting too close too fast. One creature broke away from the pack though. A nuclear irradiated and glowingFeral Ghoul (http://images.akamai.steamusercontent.com/ugc/402306273359156331/9409DA514021A277D1DE16966AE84A383D7A7D64/) was barreling toward Shanoa and Tingle, dodging most of the fire from the other two, and ignoring the few bullets that grazed him.<br><br>&nbsp;In the creatures lust for blood, it tripped over a turned up shopping cart, then shambled back up and rushed for the alley, arms spread and ready to try and eat the two before him. If Shanoa kept calm, it wouldn't be hard to dispatch him though. She just had to watch out for Tingle. On the other end, Jack and Sheva would have encountered a problem. A line of four men dressed in paramilitary gear, and all of them had a bulletproof riot shield. Behind each of them was another man, holding their rifle so they could fire from behind the shields with no fear of getting hit. And slowly they advanced, firing away the entire time. "Oooooo, this is gettin fun!"
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