Grand Tweet III (Round Three: Big Tree)

"I'm bored," chirped the Bird. "I think I'll start a battle to the death." And then he did.

This is a Grand Tweet. All posts must be under 140 characters. All rounds will be one hour. Submit your profiles now! Be brief.

Name: Self-explanatory.
Gender: Male, female, or what?
Race: What kind of creature or thing are they?
Text Color: Post in this color. #040040 is in use by the Bird.
Weapons/Abilities: What can they do and what do they have on them?
Description: What do they look like? How do they act?
Biography: You have 140 characters to sum up their life up to now.

I'm thinking I'll do one round a day. We'll arrange the time in advance. Now sign up!

BTP - PJ Regent - IMPACT
Agent - CLOCK - #80A0A0
cyber95 - Racer X - #AA0000
bigro - Blue - #62a94c
Garuru - D'Artagnan - #AAAAAA

Name: PJ Regent
Gender: M
Race: Future Reporter
Text Color: IMPACT
Weapons/Ablities: Owns Notepad, Pen, Implanted inter-dimensional transceiver. Mentally updates stories for regional newspaper.
Description: Overcoat, Bald, Conspicuously Inconspicuous, Looking for a scoop.
Bio: EXTRA! EXTRA! LOCAL REPORTER KIDNAPPED! FORCED TO BATTLE, FLEE!

Name: CLOCK
Gender: None
Race: Time Zone
Text Color: #80A0A0
Weapons/Abilities: The ability to exist without ever having posted. Also to be inconvenient I guess?
Description: CLOCK is a miniature model depicting a slice of the Planet Earth as according to the timezone UTC+10. It aims to destroy all false time that is not its own.
Biography: "This is ridiculous, I will never get any posts in like what happened last time! I will destroy all time zones and set a universal union of time!" CLOCK said. It was ANGRY and stuff.

Name: Racer X
Gender: Male
Race: Whatever makes sense
Text Color: #AA0000
Weapons/Abilities: Really fast and often has a car. Somehow usually has another one nearby.
Description: Looks genetically similar to somebody nearby. This changes sometimes.
Biography: But unbeknownst to them, Racer X is actually their long lost brother! "They" being whoever's nearby. It's complicated.

Name: d'Artagnan
Gender: It
Race: A 3 Musketeers Bar
Text Color: #AAAAAA
Weapons/Abilities: It is a bar of candy that controls the minds of whoever takes a bite out of it.
Description: It is delicious and filled with nougat.
Biography: d'Artagnan was a musketeer trapped into a candy bar by the other three musketeers.

Okay, a few days have passed and there haven't been any more profiles. So I think we're going to kick this off soon, and I'll just use however many profiles we have.

I'm tentatively thinking of start this tomorrow at 3 PM mountain time. (That's GMT-7.) Let me know if that's incredibly inconvenient, it's no fun if I have to eliminate everyone for being asleep or having to run off somewhere else.

Congratulations Fogel

you have picked 6AM in the morning

Okay, then. Bigro's in a similar timezone to Agent (is it the same one? I'm not sure offhand), and Bob tells me that time tomorrow isn't very convenient for him.

So on further consideration, it will probably be easiest if we do this on Friday evening and Saturday evening. That would be Saturday and Sunday for Agent and Bigro.

Now I'm thinking... Two rounds a day, start at 5 PM my time. That would be 8-10 AM for Agent.

If we're left with just these five, that finishes it up that weekend. If we get more people signing up, we'll work something out when those four rounds are up and we have at most four people to accommodate.

Sunday mornings I probably couldn't do, but that's okay I'll probably be dead anyway by then.

Friday, at 5 PM EST (-5) is okay with me. So is the rest of the weekend.

Just under fifteen minutes to go! Signups are still open.

yay this is going to be fun

all of you will die

"A time zone, blue chalk, a reporter, a candy bar, and your long-lost brother appear in a bar. This isn't a joke. Now kill each other."

Mr. Man finds a candy bar on the ground and takes a bite.
"Huh? I'm alive? ... Wait, this isn't my body."
d'Artagnan flexes his new fingers.

LOCAL CLUB FILLED WITH CUTE SINGLES, BEES

Crashing through the wall of the bar is a highly advanced car. Out of it steps the legendary Racer X, donning a reporter's cap.

"ARRRRG! WHAT YE BE DOING IN MY PIRATE BAR."

LOST CONNECTIONS FOUND! ONLY-CHILD REPORTER LOCATES LONG LOST BROTHER

He looked down at the candy bar, and decided he wasn't hungry anymore, so he tossed it aside. A dog put it in his mouth and ran away.

BEE-AAARRRR "APIRATIST" THEMED BAR LOSES FACE FOR POOR-DESIGN, STINGS

"Where did all these bees come from?!"
He slowly cried as the bees stung him to death.

nothingness

Then he was a dog in an alley. Da fuck?

LONG LOST BROTHERS MAKE EXCELLENT WING-MEN, RESEARCH SHOWS

SINGLES QUESTIONING BALD INVESTIGATOR'S RELATIONSHIP TO THEIR BROTHER.

His stomach started hurting. Dogs shouldn't eat chocolate. He picked up the candy bar and went to the bar's bathroom.

Blue made smoke.

CUTE PATRONS TURN UGLY, REPORTER FLEES FLURRY OF STINGS

BARRICADED IN BATHROOM, INJURED REPORTER FINDS VOMITING DOG