RE: The Grand OC SII: The Re-OCening: Week 8: SHAME!
12-14-2015, 07:48 AM
Username: A mockery of this hallowed institution
Name: Fauxgotten
Species: Three (1?) Moduplicits
Gender: Fakey fake fake
Color: Sand mock tree
Biography: 31XX - Earth is a barren wasteland, long-abandoned for fertile ground. Not literally, because by that point we'd all upgraded to digitised brains, so actually needing to grow cellular macrostructures for shelter, food, and other fripperies is a thing of the past. Future-humans would probably look at a tree and (assuming they had bothered to reinstall optics for "reality") either exclaim "gross" or assume it was used in some kind of ancient ritual.
Granted, hardware and server space did need to keep expanding, so growth hadn't been completely lost to the galaxy. Moduplicits were the new infrastructural backbone, muscle, circulatory system, and literally every other part of it - drones would seed a prospective planet, let their weird, sorta-bronzish structures grow as they sucked usable materials from the planet, then harvest 'em strategically so you had building blocks in all shapes and sizes.
And then an adrift divinity, long-since abandoned by its original worshippers, decided to adopt a couple of these things for the sole purpose of making it cosmically important enough to warrant entering it into a battle. I don't fucking know.
Description: The Cult of Fauxgotten is three Moduplicits, which are basically three metallic logs each with a handlike rootlike end, possessed by their patron deity. The biggest (Biggest) is a sturdy foot in diameter and six in height, it effortlessly carries the other two. Smallest and Neither are carried around by Biggest, gripping on with their hand-root end and jutting off at a right angle. Neither likes being high up but is quite territorial, so Smallest has to languish about halfway down Biggest's flank. Smallest was, at one point, bigger than Neither, but something bit off a near third of its free end and it's been playing second fiddle to Neither ever since. Fauxgotten (the deity) manifests as a weird extra shadow, visible regardless of surrounding lighting.
Weapons/Abilities: It's three weird poles that can probably suck the metal out of any given substrate, and has a god riding shotgun. This is so obviously just a vector for a shitawful pun or three, were you really expecting me to make it battle-worthy? This is an awful profile, F-, see me after class
Name: Fauxgotten
Species: Three (1?) Moduplicits
Gender: Fakey fake fake
Color: Sand mock tree
Biography: 31XX - Earth is a barren wasteland, long-abandoned for fertile ground. Not literally, because by that point we'd all upgraded to digitised brains, so actually needing to grow cellular macrostructures for shelter, food, and other fripperies is a thing of the past. Future-humans would probably look at a tree and (assuming they had bothered to reinstall optics for "reality") either exclaim "gross" or assume it was used in some kind of ancient ritual.
Granted, hardware and server space did need to keep expanding, so growth hadn't been completely lost to the galaxy. Moduplicits were the new infrastructural backbone, muscle, circulatory system, and literally every other part of it - drones would seed a prospective planet, let their weird, sorta-bronzish structures grow as they sucked usable materials from the planet, then harvest 'em strategically so you had building blocks in all shapes and sizes.
And then an adrift divinity, long-since abandoned by its original worshippers, decided to adopt a couple of these things for the sole purpose of making it cosmically important enough to warrant entering it into a battle. I don't fucking know.
Description: The Cult of Fauxgotten is three Moduplicits, which are basically three metallic logs each with a handlike rootlike end, possessed by their patron deity. The biggest (Biggest) is a sturdy foot in diameter and six in height, it effortlessly carries the other two. Smallest and Neither are carried around by Biggest, gripping on with their hand-root end and jutting off at a right angle. Neither likes being high up but is quite territorial, so Smallest has to languish about halfway down Biggest's flank. Smallest was, at one point, bigger than Neither, but something bit off a near third of its free end and it's been playing second fiddle to Neither ever since. Fauxgotten (the deity) manifests as a weird extra shadow, visible regardless of surrounding lighting.
Weapons/Abilities: It's three weird poles that can probably suck the metal out of any given substrate, and has a god riding shotgun. This is so obviously just a vector for a shitawful pun or three, were you really expecting me to make it battle-worthy? This is an awful profile, F-, see me after class
peace to the unsung peace to the martyrs | i'm johnny rotten appleseed
clouds is shaky love | broke as hell but i got a bunch of ringtones
eyes blood red bruise aubergine | Sue took something now Sue doesn't sleep | saint average, day in the life of
woke up in the noon smelling doom and death | out the house, great outdoors
staying warm in arctic blizzard | that's my battle 'til I get inanimate | still up in the same clothes living like a gameshow
clouds is shaky love | broke as hell but i got a bunch of ringtones
eyes blood red bruise aubergine | Sue took something now Sue doesn't sleep | saint average, day in the life of
woke up in the noon smelling doom and death | out the house, great outdoors
staying warm in arctic blizzard | that's my battle 'til I get inanimate | still up in the same clothes living like a gameshow