02-13-2010, 04:40 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by MalkyTop.
Why yes, this is the eighth battle. And the last one before All-Star, so all you newbies should go join in this 'un now. Before it's too late and all. So let's begin this sucker with...
The Rules
Rather than just roleplaying, this is collaborative storytelling. You can write as your characters, you can write as other characters, you can write as a random passerby haplessly caught in the fray. Though I suggest that you wait until you understand other characters. Still, don't be shy! If you get something wrong, it's no big deal! The character's creator will correct you (nicely) and we'll all go on our merry way.
Since this is storytelling, how you write is what matters most. Write well. Write often, too. Don't join and then just not post ever. That's annoying. There is no limit to how much you can write or, really, how little you write. Just write as much as you think should be written. Play off others' ideas. PM each other to bounce off ideas. All that jazz.
At every round's end, one unlucky combatant will have to be eliminated based on storywriting skills. I will ask for your opinions (yes, the readers can tell me as well) on who is the worst writer. Whoever I decide is the worst will be told so. He or she will write a death scene, or I can if you'd like, and then we move on to the next round.
Now I'm sure you hate it when you're writing this real long post and you're on a roll and you hit the submit button only to find that somebody has ninja'd you. Not to worry! You can reserve so that other people will have to wait while you finish! The reserve will not last overnight, though; three hours and then the reserve is null. Please don't start a reserve chain. It's very confusing.
Character Creation
As the Director has told the Cultivator, only villainous types. My definition of a 'villainous type' is loose, though. I'd probably accept a guy who thought he was righteous but is really nothing more than a serial killer. Just think of people who have violent tendencies or are natural schemers or master thieves or whatever. Villainous types.
Your character can be anything. A towering tree-plant being? Sure. Sentient nothingness? Why not. A carton of orange juice? That's fine by me. Your imagination's the limit. Just use common sense. Your character has to be your own original one. Your character cannot be a god or some other omniscient being who can trounce the other guys without breaking a sweat and blah blah blah. Be imaginative. And villainous.
...Is that it? Alright then, here's the form.
Username: (I'm sure you can fill this in just fine. If not, who let you on the computer unsupervised?)
Name: (Not yours. Your villainous character.)
Gender: (Male, female or neutral. Simple, no?)
Race: (Your character doesn't have to be human after all. I'm sure humans don't commit the only evils in the multiverse. If it's some sort of alien species, you can put a brief description of the species here if you'd like.)
Color: (Everybody needs a different color post. This[/background:1glqbtgj] of course, is taken.)
Weapon: (Not necessary, though it could be helpful in a brawl.)
Abilities: (What makes your character special enough that the Cultivator would choose him/her/it? Firestarting? Fruit conjuring? Speed reader?)
Description: (What's your villain/ess like? Greedy? Gluttonous? Put personality and appearance here. Try to be descriptive.)
History: (Just tell us your character's story. What turned your character to villainy? You don't have to talk about it if it's private.)
Characters
1. Knask - [background=black]Calm
2. slipsicle - Hoss (background silver)
3. SleepingOrange - Ekelhaft (#408000)
4. Ixcalibur - Ziirphael (#BF0000) Soulmother Ajota (#65000B)
5. Lankie - Dr. Anarchy (#0000FF)
6. Dragon Fogel - Konka Rar (#400040)
7. Not The Author - Gormand (#804040)
8. MyifanW - Diego "The Earworm Killer" Red (#808000)
Show Content
SpoilerA man brooded in a dark room. His shadow, or what could be seen of it, was large and formidable. With his broad shoulders and his tall stature, he seemed strong and young, though he couldn't be called young. Likewise, he exuded an air of age and wisdom, of years of accumulated knowledge. But he couldn't be called old.
He is known only as The Director.
Around him were many screens, perhaps hundreds, maybe thousands. Most of them were turned off, however; the Director was only focusing on a few screens. The screens showed merely fighting. Fighting between strange beings, fighting between simple humans, fighting between those who just looked human...some of the screens showed a completely different setting. Some were simply a different angle of the same fight.
Seven Grand Battles going on simultaneously. But they needed another one for the grand finale. It seemed everybody was busy though, either orchestrating their own battles or desperately trying to keep up with all seven at once. Who would be willing to (and, more importantly, be able to) handle the eighth battle?
Suddenly, at the corner of one screen, barely visible, really, there was a tendril of awareness. Unseen by the fighters, it poked around, searching, before shooting off to a different dimension.
Quickly, another screen turned on, revealing another tendril on a barren landscape before it moved on. Turning on almost all the screens, the Director scanned through several, finding that there were quite a few tendrils poking around. Sometimes they wriggled their way into a fight, but it was apparently accidental because they would quickly wriggle their way back out.
It wasn't someone trying to fix the fight in their favor...
The Director followed the tendrils back to the source, weaving his way through a variety of settings until he traced the source down to one screen.
Yet another boring, blank pocket dimension.
But this one was cluttered. Ridiculously cluttered.
In the middle of the screen, the Director could see a woman, long-haired and lanky, apparently meditating in the middle of all her junk. Her hair had been pulled up in a careful ponytail, but out of neglect, the band was almost off, not even holding most of the hair in. The Director sighed heavily before joining the woman, adjusting his black suit and carefully avoiding the large amount of stuff. He contrasted harshly against the white background.
The woman was well known behind her back as The Dabbler, though, he had to admit, she did more than just dabble. She fully immersed herself in language before moving on to biology and then psychology. After that, if he remembered correctly, it was literature, then theology, then etymology and then...something. It didn't matter. Her name seemed to change as often as her tastes, so he was unsure what to call out. He settled for tapping her on her shoulder.
The tendrils of awareness retracted and the woman blinked, apparently disoriented, before bending her head back to look up at the shadowy man. "Oh! Director!" She grinned, jumping up on her feet. "Good to see you! How's it going?"
"Hello..."
"Oh, it's the Cultivator now. Nice, huh? I though 'Cultivatrix' sounded strangely domineering and-"
"What are you doing?" The Director said coldly, unmoved by such cheerful blathering.
"What am I...? Oh! Ha! I'm looking for people for the Savage Brawl! That's a cool name too. It took a while for me to think of something not taken but-"
"The Savage-you mean you're hosting a battle?" The Cultivator nodded. "You were planning on telling me at some point, weren't you?"
The Cultivator seemed to ignore her guest's testiness. "Of course! I wanted to find some fighters first, though! Can't have a battle without fighters, hm?"
The Director, in turn, ignored the Cultivator's nudge in his arm. Eventually, the Cultivator became aware of the serious air and tried to look more grim. Unfortunately, she continued to beam widely. "Look...Cultivator, are you sure you can handle this?"
"Of course! It's all under control!"
"You're not going to...abandon this suddenly?"
"How can I? This'll be so interesting! Like...a study on behavioral interactions between humans slash humanoids slash, uh, non-humanoids. Like, plant...goat...things. Don't you think that's interesting?"
The Director stared impassively back at the Cultivator's eager face. "Cultivator. This is a battle that will spread carnage throughout space and, if you so desire, time. Are you sure that you can keep it under your control?"
"Why not? I can handle it. What can go wrong?"
The Director briefly considered the various ways this 'Savage Brawl' could go wrong, especially after simply uttering the words 'what can go wrong' before deciding, well, what the hell.
"Alright. But I feel I must put down a condition: all the contestants must be of those on the unfavorable end of the moral spectrum."
There was a long pause.
"...Oh! You mean villainous folks!"
The Director stared down the Cultivator's beaming face. "...Yes. I want to make sure that this finale has enough, ah, discord." It seemed the Cultivator was unaffected by this limiting rule.
"Alright! Don't worry, D-tor, this'll be soooo great~" The Director flinched at the strange pet name before finally leaving. Well, that takes care of that.
The Cultivator, alone once again, sits back down amongst her various possessions and continues her search.
He is known only as The Director.
Around him were many screens, perhaps hundreds, maybe thousands. Most of them were turned off, however; the Director was only focusing on a few screens. The screens showed merely fighting. Fighting between strange beings, fighting between simple humans, fighting between those who just looked human...some of the screens showed a completely different setting. Some were simply a different angle of the same fight.
Seven Grand Battles going on simultaneously. But they needed another one for the grand finale. It seemed everybody was busy though, either orchestrating their own battles or desperately trying to keep up with all seven at once. Who would be willing to (and, more importantly, be able to) handle the eighth battle?
Suddenly, at the corner of one screen, barely visible, really, there was a tendril of awareness. Unseen by the fighters, it poked around, searching, before shooting off to a different dimension.
Quickly, another screen turned on, revealing another tendril on a barren landscape before it moved on. Turning on almost all the screens, the Director scanned through several, finding that there were quite a few tendrils poking around. Sometimes they wriggled their way into a fight, but it was apparently accidental because they would quickly wriggle their way back out.
It wasn't someone trying to fix the fight in their favor...
The Director followed the tendrils back to the source, weaving his way through a variety of settings until he traced the source down to one screen.
Yet another boring, blank pocket dimension.
But this one was cluttered. Ridiculously cluttered.
In the middle of the screen, the Director could see a woman, long-haired and lanky, apparently meditating in the middle of all her junk. Her hair had been pulled up in a careful ponytail, but out of neglect, the band was almost off, not even holding most of the hair in. The Director sighed heavily before joining the woman, adjusting his black suit and carefully avoiding the large amount of stuff. He contrasted harshly against the white background.
The woman was well known behind her back as The Dabbler, though, he had to admit, she did more than just dabble. She fully immersed herself in language before moving on to biology and then psychology. After that, if he remembered correctly, it was literature, then theology, then etymology and then...something. It didn't matter. Her name seemed to change as often as her tastes, so he was unsure what to call out. He settled for tapping her on her shoulder.
The tendrils of awareness retracted and the woman blinked, apparently disoriented, before bending her head back to look up at the shadowy man. "Oh! Director!" She grinned, jumping up on her feet. "Good to see you! How's it going?"
"Hello..."
"Oh, it's the Cultivator now. Nice, huh? I though 'Cultivatrix' sounded strangely domineering and-"
"What are you doing?" The Director said coldly, unmoved by such cheerful blathering.
"What am I...? Oh! Ha! I'm looking for people for the Savage Brawl! That's a cool name too. It took a while for me to think of something not taken but-"
"The Savage-you mean you're hosting a battle?" The Cultivator nodded. "You were planning on telling me at some point, weren't you?"
The Cultivator seemed to ignore her guest's testiness. "Of course! I wanted to find some fighters first, though! Can't have a battle without fighters, hm?"
The Director, in turn, ignored the Cultivator's nudge in his arm. Eventually, the Cultivator became aware of the serious air and tried to look more grim. Unfortunately, she continued to beam widely. "Look...Cultivator, are you sure you can handle this?"
"Of course! It's all under control!"
"You're not going to...abandon this suddenly?"
"How can I? This'll be so interesting! Like...a study on behavioral interactions between humans slash humanoids slash, uh, non-humanoids. Like, plant...goat...things. Don't you think that's interesting?"
The Director stared impassively back at the Cultivator's eager face. "Cultivator. This is a battle that will spread carnage throughout space and, if you so desire, time. Are you sure that you can keep it under your control?"
"Why not? I can handle it. What can go wrong?"
The Director briefly considered the various ways this 'Savage Brawl' could go wrong, especially after simply uttering the words 'what can go wrong' before deciding, well, what the hell.
"Alright. But I feel I must put down a condition: all the contestants must be of those on the unfavorable end of the moral spectrum."
There was a long pause.
"...Oh! You mean villainous folks!"
The Director stared down the Cultivator's beaming face. "...Yes. I want to make sure that this finale has enough, ah, discord." It seemed the Cultivator was unaffected by this limiting rule.
"Alright! Don't worry, D-tor, this'll be soooo great~" The Director flinched at the strange pet name before finally leaving. Well, that takes care of that.
The Cultivator, alone once again, sits back down amongst her various possessions and continues her search.
Why yes, this is the eighth battle. And the last one before All-Star, so all you newbies should go join in this 'un now. Before it's too late and all. So let's begin this sucker with...
The Rules
Rather than just roleplaying, this is collaborative storytelling. You can write as your characters, you can write as other characters, you can write as a random passerby haplessly caught in the fray. Though I suggest that you wait until you understand other characters. Still, don't be shy! If you get something wrong, it's no big deal! The character's creator will correct you (nicely) and we'll all go on our merry way.
Since this is storytelling, how you write is what matters most. Write well. Write often, too. Don't join and then just not post ever. That's annoying. There is no limit to how much you can write or, really, how little you write. Just write as much as you think should be written. Play off others' ideas. PM each other to bounce off ideas. All that jazz.
At every round's end, one unlucky combatant will have to be eliminated based on storywriting skills. I will ask for your opinions (yes, the readers can tell me as well) on who is the worst writer. Whoever I decide is the worst will be told so. He or she will write a death scene, or I can if you'd like, and then we move on to the next round.
Now I'm sure you hate it when you're writing this real long post and you're on a roll and you hit the submit button only to find that somebody has ninja'd you. Not to worry! You can reserve so that other people will have to wait while you finish! The reserve will not last overnight, though; three hours and then the reserve is null. Please don't start a reserve chain. It's very confusing.
Character Creation
As the Director has told the Cultivator, only villainous types. My definition of a 'villainous type' is loose, though. I'd probably accept a guy who thought he was righteous but is really nothing more than a serial killer. Just think of people who have violent tendencies or are natural schemers or master thieves or whatever. Villainous types.
Your character can be anything. A towering tree-plant being? Sure. Sentient nothingness? Why not. A carton of orange juice? That's fine by me. Your imagination's the limit. Just use common sense. Your character has to be your own original one. Your character cannot be a god or some other omniscient being who can trounce the other guys without breaking a sweat and blah blah blah. Be imaginative. And villainous.
...Is that it? Alright then, here's the form.
Username: (I'm sure you can fill this in just fine. If not, who let you on the computer unsupervised?)
Name: (Not yours. Your villainous character.)
Gender: (Male, female or neutral. Simple, no?)
Race: (Your character doesn't have to be human after all. I'm sure humans don't commit the only evils in the multiverse. If it's some sort of alien species, you can put a brief description of the species here if you'd like.)
Color: (Everybody needs a different color post. This[/background:1glqbtgj] of course, is taken.)
Weapon: (Not necessary, though it could be helpful in a brawl.)
Abilities: (What makes your character special enough that the Cultivator would choose him/her/it? Firestarting? Fruit conjuring? Speed reader?)
Description: (What's your villain/ess like? Greedy? Gluttonous? Put personality and appearance here. Try to be descriptive.)
History: (Just tell us your character's story. What turned your character to villainy? You don't have to talk about it if it's private.)
Characters
1. Knask - [background=black]Calm
2. slipsicle - Hoss (background silver)
3. SleepingOrange - Ekelhaft (#408000)
4. Ixcalibur - Ziirphael (#BF0000) Soulmother Ajota (#65000B)
5. Lankie - Dr. Anarchy (#0000FF)
6. Dragon Fogel - Konka Rar (#400040)
7. Not The Author - Gormand (#804040)
8. MyifanW - Diego "The Earworm Killer" Red (#808000)