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03-08-2014, 08:29 AM
Form, Flight, and Light and Darkness. Also, I'm sorry.
Username: Garuru
Name: The Battle of the Temple of Skulls
Race: Event
Gender: Meta
Color: THIS ONE
Description: ???
Items/Abilities: ???
Biography: Let me tell you a story. Once, there was a temple, made out of skulls and bones. It stood alone in the desert, beckoning passers-by to walk in its ornate entrance, decorated with black-and-white tiles, made with dried blood and bone. A lone wanderer chanced upon it. He looked like he was running away from something... or someone. He ducked in, briefly, and ran all the way to the back. He went through several rooms, and, just when he realized that the temple was much bigger on the inside, he chanced across a room with a pool inside. The ceiling was huge, and pillars lined the room. As soon as he entered this room, this wanderer doubled over and threw up. Nothing came out but water, so he went to the edge of the pool until this spell ceased. As the watery discharge touched the pool, it began to coagulate into a rather large snake-like organism. Right away, this serpent began swimming around quickly, snout bumping into the edges of the pool. Finally, its head raised out of the surface and it began slithering over to the pillars, then coiled around it. Outside, a man with six glowing angelic wings soared over the temple. He stopped for a moment, then, glowering at the rather ugly temple, flew inside. Once inside, though, he could not help but shudder. The place was repulsive. Cherubic angels were depicted on the vaulted ceiling of the antechamber. They were laughing, as if mocking the angelic figure. He flew left, towards the closest exit to this chamber.
Elsewhere, a group of giant mechas flew through space in a pyramid formation. Their enemy was the notorious Spacefucker, who would form wormholes in space, and send its victims into them. The yellow one made to blast at it, while the green one formed a shield, ready to repel any attacks. Under the order of the magenta head, the cyan mecha formed a giant jet, and readied its position. They were just about to dock into the Galactic Hero form, when a wormhole formed behind them. They were sucked in, then they popped out in a wasteland with nothing but a temple of skulls inside.
The wanderer could feel that his brother, the angel, was coming closer. The snake did not seem to want to go anywhere for the time being, so he made to leave, but he got a pounding headache. A siren echoed in the hall, and he suddenly saw three eyes. Bemused by the sudden disappearance of the odd man, the snake nonetheless went on about its duties. Its angle dongle glowed, and water churned inside the pool. Suddenly, the water erupted forth, and rushed into each of the halls. He would need more water. The angel had been chasing after his charge for quite some time, and he was rewarded. His brother stood in the middle of a pure black, smirking. In a fit of pure rage, he flew forth and punched straight through him, his hand on fire. This figure, clearly not his brother, was continuing to smirk. Behind his back, he conjured a metal sphere. It began ticking down at the same time that the doors closed, sealing the angel in. As he panicked, he could have sworn he heard an ominous Latin phrase.
Elsewhere, in Nowhere, an epic battle was raging. Three blue eyes stared right back at three red eyes, the siren-like ambience continuing to build, until the man could not take it anymore, until he snapped back into existence. Still recovering from the pain, he was carried by the water. He coughed, and sneezed, and out of his nose a great mass of fur flew out. It congealed into a bear, which then swam to the surface of the torrent. Its legs cracked, and formed into fins. Its neck rippled, and grew gills. Its head swished around, and saw this human. The human was wearing a skintight suit made of artificial materials. It would die. He roared and swam forth.
Outside, the giant mechas resumed their docking, and now found themselves as a 50-foot-tall metallic humanoid, much too big to enter the temple. Nonetheless, they flew to the front, and blasted their way in. The temple did not appear to like this, judging from the ominous rumbling. Nevertheless, they flew forward, walls breaking down. Back in the black room, the demon savoured the angel's feelings of panic. The rumbling interrupted things, however, as a club broke down one of the walls, and water poured in from another now-broken wall at the same time, carrying a man, a giant snake, and a bear with fins. Man looked at angel, and the world seemed to slow down. A siren filled the air, and each entity in the room prepared to leap at the entity next to them. In a flash of light, everything disappeared. And that is all that anybody knows about what happened at the Battle of the Temple of Skulls.
Username: Garuru
Name: The Battle of the Temple of Skulls
Race: Event
Gender: Meta
Color: THIS ONE
Description: ???
Items/Abilities: ???
Biography: Let me tell you a story. Once, there was a temple, made out of skulls and bones. It stood alone in the desert, beckoning passers-by to walk in its ornate entrance, decorated with black-and-white tiles, made with dried blood and bone. A lone wanderer chanced upon it. He looked like he was running away from something... or someone. He ducked in, briefly, and ran all the way to the back. He went through several rooms, and, just when he realized that the temple was much bigger on the inside, he chanced across a room with a pool inside. The ceiling was huge, and pillars lined the room. As soon as he entered this room, this wanderer doubled over and threw up. Nothing came out but water, so he went to the edge of the pool until this spell ceased. As the watery discharge touched the pool, it began to coagulate into a rather large snake-like organism. Right away, this serpent began swimming around quickly, snout bumping into the edges of the pool. Finally, its head raised out of the surface and it began slithering over to the pillars, then coiled around it. Outside, a man with six glowing angelic wings soared over the temple. He stopped for a moment, then, glowering at the rather ugly temple, flew inside. Once inside, though, he could not help but shudder. The place was repulsive. Cherubic angels were depicted on the vaulted ceiling of the antechamber. They were laughing, as if mocking the angelic figure. He flew left, towards the closest exit to this chamber.
Elsewhere, a group of giant mechas flew through space in a pyramid formation. Their enemy was the notorious Spacefucker, who would form wormholes in space, and send its victims into them. The yellow one made to blast at it, while the green one formed a shield, ready to repel any attacks. Under the order of the magenta head, the cyan mecha formed a giant jet, and readied its position. They were just about to dock into the Galactic Hero form, when a wormhole formed behind them. They were sucked in, then they popped out in a wasteland with nothing but a temple of skulls inside.
The wanderer could feel that his brother, the angel, was coming closer. The snake did not seem to want to go anywhere for the time being, so he made to leave, but he got a pounding headache. A siren echoed in the hall, and he suddenly saw three eyes. Bemused by the sudden disappearance of the odd man, the snake nonetheless went on about its duties. Its angle dongle glowed, and water churned inside the pool. Suddenly, the water erupted forth, and rushed into each of the halls. He would need more water. The angel had been chasing after his charge for quite some time, and he was rewarded. His brother stood in the middle of a pure black, smirking. In a fit of pure rage, he flew forth and punched straight through him, his hand on fire. This figure, clearly not his brother, was continuing to smirk. Behind his back, he conjured a metal sphere. It began ticking down at the same time that the doors closed, sealing the angel in. As he panicked, he could have sworn he heard an ominous Latin phrase.
Elsewhere, in Nowhere, an epic battle was raging. Three blue eyes stared right back at three red eyes, the siren-like ambience continuing to build, until the man could not take it anymore, until he snapped back into existence. Still recovering from the pain, he was carried by the water. He coughed, and sneezed, and out of his nose a great mass of fur flew out. It congealed into a bear, which then swam to the surface of the torrent. Its legs cracked, and formed into fins. Its neck rippled, and grew gills. Its head swished around, and saw this human. The human was wearing a skintight suit made of artificial materials. It would die. He roared and swam forth.
Outside, the giant mechas resumed their docking, and now found themselves as a 50-foot-tall metallic humanoid, much too big to enter the temple. Nonetheless, they flew to the front, and blasted their way in. The temple did not appear to like this, judging from the ominous rumbling. Nevertheless, they flew forward, walls breaking down. Back in the black room, the demon savoured the angel's feelings of panic. The rumbling interrupted things, however, as a club broke down one of the walls, and water poured in from another now-broken wall at the same time, carrying a man, a giant snake, and a bear with fins. Man looked at angel, and the world seemed to slow down. A siren filled the air, and each entity in the room prepared to leap at the entity next to them. In a flash of light, everything disappeared. And that is all that anybody knows about what happened at the Battle of the Temple of Skulls.
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