<![CDATA[Eagle Time - Grand Battles]]> https://eagle-time.org/ Sat, 02 May 2026 15:51:34 +0000 MyBB <![CDATA[The Cataclysmic Endeavour - SIGNUPS OPEN]]> https://eagle-time.org/showthread.php?tid=7148 Wed, 27 Dec 2023 01:19:22 +0000 Ixcaliber]]> https://eagle-time.org/showthread.php?tid=7148 In a world where life was still new, in a garden of plenty where death was just an idea, as easily shrugged off as a blanket that has become uncomfortably warm, in a pristine black and gold temple where pleasure was all and forever and everything was perfect, a god grew bored.

And one day to her most devoted of acolytes The Creator said: “I have grown tired with this stagnant world, this aimless purgatory where every day is the same and no need is ever unanswered. I will tear this world to the foundation and in its place I will build something new, something crueler perhaps, but something capable of change, of surprise. A world where the brevity of life allows it to have some kind of meaning, some kind of purpose.”

And the Tourist asked: “But how, with a brief lifespan, could one being expect to experience the boundless wonders of your creation? Even I have scarcely whet my palette on what might be seen.”

And the Populist asked: “Surely it would not be right to do this without first listening to the people of this world? Many would happily trade purpose for eternal comfort and they should have the voice to say so.”

And the Libertine asked: “I fear you may be mistaken. I worry that pain and death would not enhance the joys of life but poison it with fear and anxiety and in doing so detract from the wonders you have created. Please might you reconsider?”

And the Judge asked: “A permanent death may be a useful tool, but like all tools it should not be wielded indiscriminately. Against the wicked, certainly, but surely you would not wish this fate upon the most righteous of your devotees?”

And the Hobbyist asked: “You would doom the world to decay and death simply because you are bored? Have you sampled all the meals your chefs might make? Listened to all the tales your storytellers might tell? The songs your bards might sing? We live upon a wellspring of infinite potential, please don’t throw that away because of a malady as easily treated as boredom.”

And so she relented. The Creator announced instead that she would take a week and she would think it over before she did anything rash, giving serious consideration to her acolytes’ arguments.

And yet before that week was over, before she had time to announce her decision one way or another, the acolytes, fearful that their perfect world would be despoiled, met in secret, plotted and schemed and carried out a binding magic.

From the outside it would have been childsplay to dispel the ritual that trapped her within her own temple. From the inside? The acolytes were thorough, no gaps for her to slip through, no means for her to demand aid from any who would willingly provide it.

For eons nothing changed. Nobody entered the temple, and nobody exited it. Inside days had turned to months had turned to years and though she began her confinement furiously tearing at the walls, desperate to force her way out, eventually that fire was quelled by the simple passage of time. Eventually it was rekindled by that same passage of time, a colder flame, boiling under her every action. She willed herself to become the monster that they decided that she was, that one day when she leaves this place she will unleash that slow boiling rage upon the universe itself, and plunge everyone and everything into oblivion.

Eventually, long after hope has been abandoned, she senses the tiniest of cracks in her cage. A hole through which she’s able to poke the thinnest sliver of her influence through. Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, not enough that she can undo her prison, though she knows she will be able to widen that crack with time. Her escape, her revenge, her victory, and with it the obliteration of all things, it’s all just a matter of time now.

She is impatient though. Certainly she could wait an unknown amount of time longer to do this the easy way, but perhaps others could be recruited, or forced if necessary, to her cause and serve as her eyes and ears, and blades, in the world outside. If the acolytes were killed, then her bonds would break and she would finally be free, now. Not in some hypothetical time that might come centuries in the future. If she acted quickly it could be soon, weeks or even days.

And so she reached out into the worlds beyond to try to find those who could aid her in this task, and bind them to her service, and perhaps if they were skilled and obedient when all this was over they might be permitted to sit by her side in the wreckage of the world.

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]]> In a world where life was still new, in a garden of plenty where death was just an idea, as easily shrugged off as a blanket that has become uncomfortably warm, in a pristine black and gold temple where pleasure was all and forever and everything was perfect, a god grew bored.

And one day to her most devoted of acolytes The Creator said: “I have grown tired with this stagnant world, this aimless purgatory where every day is the same and no need is ever unanswered. I will tear this world to the foundation and in its place I will build something new, something crueler perhaps, but something capable of change, of surprise. A world where the brevity of life allows it to have some kind of meaning, some kind of purpose.”

And the Tourist asked: “But how, with a brief lifespan, could one being expect to experience the boundless wonders of your creation? Even I have scarcely whet my palette on what might be seen.”

And the Populist asked: “Surely it would not be right to do this without first listening to the people of this world? Many would happily trade purpose for eternal comfort and they should have the voice to say so.”

And the Libertine asked: “I fear you may be mistaken. I worry that pain and death would not enhance the joys of life but poison it with fear and anxiety and in doing so detract from the wonders you have created. Please might you reconsider?”

And the Judge asked: “A permanent death may be a useful tool, but like all tools it should not be wielded indiscriminately. Against the wicked, certainly, but surely you would not wish this fate upon the most righteous of your devotees?”

And the Hobbyist asked: “You would doom the world to decay and death simply because you are bored? Have you sampled all the meals your chefs might make? Listened to all the tales your storytellers might tell? The songs your bards might sing? We live upon a wellspring of infinite potential, please don’t throw that away because of a malady as easily treated as boredom.”

And so she relented. The Creator announced instead that she would take a week and she would think it over before she did anything rash, giving serious consideration to her acolytes’ arguments.

And yet before that week was over, before she had time to announce her decision one way or another, the acolytes, fearful that their perfect world would be despoiled, met in secret, plotted and schemed and carried out a binding magic.

From the outside it would have been childsplay to dispel the ritual that trapped her within her own temple. From the inside? The acolytes were thorough, no gaps for her to slip through, no means for her to demand aid from any who would willingly provide it.

For eons nothing changed. Nobody entered the temple, and nobody exited it. Inside days had turned to months had turned to years and though she began her confinement furiously tearing at the walls, desperate to force her way out, eventually that fire was quelled by the simple passage of time. Eventually it was rekindled by that same passage of time, a colder flame, boiling under her every action. She willed herself to become the monster that they decided that she was, that one day when she leaves this place she will unleash that slow boiling rage upon the universe itself, and plunge everyone and everything into oblivion.

Eventually, long after hope has been abandoned, she senses the tiniest of cracks in her cage. A hole through which she’s able to poke the thinnest sliver of her influence through. Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, not enough that she can undo her prison, though she knows she will be able to widen that crack with time. Her escape, her revenge, her victory, and with it the obliteration of all things, it’s all just a matter of time now.

She is impatient though. Certainly she could wait an unknown amount of time longer to do this the easy way, but perhaps others could be recruited, or forced if necessary, to her cause and serve as her eyes and ears, and blades, in the world outside. If the acolytes were killed, then her bonds would break and she would finally be free, now. Not in some hypothetical time that might come centuries in the future. If she acted quickly it could be soon, weeks or even days.

And so she reached out into the worlds beyond to try to find those who could aid her in this task, and bind them to her service, and perhaps if they were skilled and obedient when all this was over they might be permitted to sit by her side in the wreckage of the world.

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]]> <![CDATA[Mini-Grand Organization: The Return]]> https://eagle-time.org/showthread.php?tid=3681 Wed, 08 Aug 2018 13:01:22 +0000 Solaris]]> https://eagle-time.org/showthread.php?tid=3681 People like to make things, that much is certain.

So we see, somewhere in some cosmos, someone making something, taking the stars from the sky, swirling around in their hand like one might cup some water from a lake or river.

And similar to that, the space refills, stars flowing back to replace those taken. The hand cupping the stars holds them close, and above an orb, they let the stars go.

Inside of that orb, is bits and pieces, little parts of everywhere, swirling together and clashing. And the someone looks inside, desperate to see everything...

Mini-Grand's are smaller versions of Grand Battles, the nebulously occurring roleplaying character collaboration fun times that we have so many of. Mini-Grands occur with at most four people and three rounds and do not have any greater connection to anything else, not even each other. They are just fun short bursts of character interactions and storylines in odd places, usually ending in a character death/elimination that leads to a setting transition.

Generally, the way that mini-grands work is that people post profiles in this thread, as many as they want, and then someone else takes four profiles that seem fun and have them go through the various rounds. You can use any profile that you want as long as it adheres to the usual format below.

Code:
[b]Username[/b]:
[b]Name[/b]: (Your character's name)
[b]Gender[/b]:
[b]Race[/b]: (Include a brief description if it's not blatantly obvious.)
[b]Colour[/b]: (The colour you'll write your posts in. No tags other than [color], and no using plain black. Please avoid eye-searing.)
[b]Biography[/b]:
[b]Description[/b]: (Physical, mental, emotional, the whole deal.)
[b]Items/Abilities[/b]: (Things they do/have/are that make them suited for a battle to the death.)

You can generally do whatever sort of thing you want to explore writing wise, as long as it isn't annoying or worse! What is important is that you have fun! Feel free to make a profile even if you haven't done any of these before and are brand new, and if you have questions just ask around on Discondor!!!

Links
-What is a Grand Battle Thread (again)
-Old Mini-Grand thread (to get the idea of what this is)
-Minigrands will go here (hopefully)]]> People like to make things, that much is certain.

So we see, somewhere in some cosmos, someone making something, taking the stars from the sky, swirling around in their hand like one might cup some water from a lake or river.

And similar to that, the space refills, stars flowing back to replace those taken. The hand cupping the stars holds them close, and above an orb, they let the stars go.

Inside of that orb, is bits and pieces, little parts of everywhere, swirling together and clashing. And the someone looks inside, desperate to see everything...

Mini-Grand's are smaller versions of Grand Battles, the nebulously occurring roleplaying character collaboration fun times that we have so many of. Mini-Grands occur with at most four people and three rounds and do not have any greater connection to anything else, not even each other. They are just fun short bursts of character interactions and storylines in odd places, usually ending in a character death/elimination that leads to a setting transition.

Generally, the way that mini-grands work is that people post profiles in this thread, as many as they want, and then someone else takes four profiles that seem fun and have them go through the various rounds. You can use any profile that you want as long as it adheres to the usual format below.

Code:
[b]Username[/b]:
[b]Name[/b]: (Your character's name)
[b]Gender[/b]:
[b]Race[/b]: (Include a brief description if it's not blatantly obvious.)
[b]Colour[/b]: (The colour you'll write your posts in. No tags other than [color], and no using plain black. Please avoid eye-searing.)
[b]Biography[/b]:
[b]Description[/b]: (Physical, mental, emotional, the whole deal.)
[b]Items/Abilities[/b]: (Things they do/have/are that make them suited for a battle to the death.)

You can generally do whatever sort of thing you want to explore writing wise, as long as it isn't annoying or worse! What is important is that you have fun! Feel free to make a profile even if you haven't done any of these before and are brand new, and if you have questions just ask around on Discondor!!!

Links
-What is a Grand Battle Thread (again)
-Old Mini-Grand thread (to get the idea of what this is)
-Minigrands will go here (hopefully)]]> <![CDATA[Terms And Conditions May Apply (Recruiting)]]> https://eagle-time.org/showthread.php?tid=3396 Fri, 08 Jun 2018 20:01:12 +0000 The Just Writer]]> https://eagle-time.org/showthread.php?tid=3396 "Hello contestants, and welcome to the Millennial War. Despite the name, this is a competition between only a few people, with a single prize to be claimed by the last being of you still standing. Namely, a single wish of yours will be granted without any corruptions so long as you avoid the list of off-limits wishes, intended to prevent abuse."

"To those who will in all likelihood lose, you should be aware that I have made a deal with the Reaper for this multiversal cluster; in the event of your elimination you will be returned home in more-or-less intact, but will be unable to depart your home universe for the foreseeable future, barring adjacent subdimensions. Anyway, anyone who doesn't provide a signed consent form will also be sent home, but without the travel restriction. Said consent form will also bind you to give your all in the battle ahead, so that we won't be having any quitters."

"I am your host, Professor Scarlet, and this is a GRAND BATTLE!"

Character Sheet Format (blatantly stolen from the GROC thread)
Username: It's you and no one else, especially not that tart to the left of this post.
Name: Of the character that is. Puns encouraged.
Species: Often interchangeable with race, but often filled out with things like "human" or "chaos elemental" or "incomprehensible extradimensional aspect of a larger entity".
Gender: Or lack thereof
Color: Pick a text color for your battler! This makes it a lot easier to avoid ambiguity in dialogue.

Description: Describe your character(s)! Big? Smol? No arms? Lots of arms? Tentacles? Jar of fluid? Angry? Tough? Soft? Scared? Psychotic? Brave? Determined? Don't hold back!
Weapons/Abilities: What do they have that makes them special (or not)? What do they do? What could they become? Battlers are usually picked for some kind of reason, even if that reason is nonsensical.
Biography: Here's where you put in a little snippet about your character. In a normal battle, this is a way to try and figure out whose writing is the most eligible when picking contestants, so it's a good place to show off your chops!
Signature: Your character's signature on the consent form! Professor Scarlet only wants willing contestants.]]> "Hello contestants, and welcome to the Millennial War. Despite the name, this is a competition between only a few people, with a single prize to be claimed by the last being of you still standing. Namely, a single wish of yours will be granted without any corruptions so long as you avoid the list of off-limits wishes, intended to prevent abuse."

"To those who will in all likelihood lose, you should be aware that I have made a deal with the Reaper for this multiversal cluster; in the event of your elimination you will be returned home in more-or-less intact, but will be unable to depart your home universe for the foreseeable future, barring adjacent subdimensions. Anyway, anyone who doesn't provide a signed consent form will also be sent home, but without the travel restriction. Said consent form will also bind you to give your all in the battle ahead, so that we won't be having any quitters."

"I am your host, Professor Scarlet, and this is a GRAND BATTLE!"

Character Sheet Format (blatantly stolen from the GROC thread)
Username: It's you and no one else, especially not that tart to the left of this post.
Name: Of the character that is. Puns encouraged.
Species: Often interchangeable with race, but often filled out with things like "human" or "chaos elemental" or "incomprehensible extradimensional aspect of a larger entity".
Gender: Or lack thereof
Color: Pick a text color for your battler! This makes it a lot easier to avoid ambiguity in dialogue.

Description: Describe your character(s)! Big? Smol? No arms? Lots of arms? Tentacles? Jar of fluid? Angry? Tough? Soft? Scared? Psychotic? Brave? Determined? Don't hold back!
Weapons/Abilities: What do they have that makes them special (or not)? What do they do? What could they become? Battlers are usually picked for some kind of reason, even if that reason is nonsensical.
Biography: Here's where you put in a little snippet about your character. In a normal battle, this is a way to try and figure out whose writing is the most eligible when picking contestants, so it's a good place to show off your chops!
Signature: Your character's signature on the consent form! Professor Scarlet only wants willing contestants.]]> <![CDATA[Furry Fighters!]]> https://eagle-time.org/showthread.php?tid=3378 Tue, 05 Jun 2018 17:18:00 +0000 Thalia V1]]> https://eagle-time.org/showthread.php?tid=3378
And this time, the furries have turned against each other.

Rules:
Furs only! This should pretty much go without saying.
Don't harass anyone!
Either send a picture or a description of your fursona, as I will draw the actions made.

So with that over with, here are the games mechanics:
This will be kinda like the hunger games, but with teams. Sometimes I will trigger a special event, too.
A full day will last 2 days, and night will last a full day.
The battle ends when a team wins.
There are 8 people per team.

Player list:
1-
2-
3-
4-
5-
6-
7-
8-
9-
10-
11-
12-
13-
14-
15-
16-

With all that over with:
LET THE WAR OF THE FLOOFBALLS COMMENCE!]]>
And this time, the furries have turned against each other.

Rules:
Furs only! This should pretty much go without saying.
Don't harass anyone!
Either send a picture or a description of your fursona, as I will draw the actions made.

So with that over with, here are the games mechanics:
This will be kinda like the hunger games, but with teams. Sometimes I will trigger a special event, too.
A full day will last 2 days, and night will last a full day.
The battle ends when a team wins.
There are 8 people per team.

Player list:
1-
2-
3-
4-
5-
6-
7-
8-
9-
10-
11-
12-
13-
14-
15-
16-

With all that over with:
LET THE WAR OF THE FLOOFBALLS COMMENCE!]]> <![CDATA[TERRARIUM - Round 1: Apocalypse]]> https://eagle-time.org/showthread.php?tid=2470 Wed, 19 Jul 2017 03:27:51 +0000 Pharmacy]]> https://eagle-time.org/showthread.php?tid=2470 TERRARIUM
A tale of cosmic incompetence.

The family grazed past the borders of the Multiverse. They were transcendental creatures. Their esoteric needs and wants were far beyond any form of comprehension, despite their lowly, amphioxi-like appearances. Yet, curiosity is a cosmological quality, and one of the youngest – the Demiurge – was afflicted by a fascination of the realms below. A fascination that only seemed to grow stronger with each meaningful span of time.

So great was their fascination with the Multiverse that the Demiurge spirited away a few choice souvenirs. Of course, they were their most favorite souvenirs, so they narrowed down six to keep. The souvenirs had to live somewhere so the Demiurge carefully manufactured Terrariums; self-contained dimensions filled with the waters from the finest of timestreams.

The Demiurge beamed with pride, but a worrying thought creeped into the borders of their mind. What if their souvenirs died? A terrifying prospect. After a brief introspection, they decided if one of them dies, they would transplant the survivors into a hopefully more suitable terrarium, and so forth. The worst-case scenario they could conceive of was one remaining souvenir. The Demiurge had confidence it would not be possible.

After all, they have five terrariums, what could possibly go wrong?

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Hi, this is yet another elimination-based collaborative writing project, or Grand Battle for short. You probably know what it is. If not, click here.

Special Conditions:

Diminished Contestants. This Grand Battle will have six contestants instead of the usual eight.

Non-Binary Eliminations. Eliminations usually, but not necessarily, have to be the result of a character death.

Hazy-Canonical. This continuity of Grand Battle is treated as independent from the continuity of Seasons (All-Stars, Network, et al.) and Intermissions (S!).

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Profile:

Code:
[b]Name:[/b] Your name.
[b]Gender:[/b] Your pronouns.
[b]Race:[/b]  Your kind.
[b]Color: [/b] Your true colors.
[b]Description:[/b]  Your mien.
[b]Items/Abilities:[/b]  Your signature.
[b]Biography:[/b]  Your backstory.
]]> TERRARIUM
A tale of cosmic incompetence.

The family grazed past the borders of the Multiverse. They were transcendental creatures. Their esoteric needs and wants were far beyond any form of comprehension, despite their lowly, amphioxi-like appearances. Yet, curiosity is a cosmological quality, and one of the youngest – the Demiurge – was afflicted by a fascination of the realms below. A fascination that only seemed to grow stronger with each meaningful span of time.

So great was their fascination with the Multiverse that the Demiurge spirited away a few choice souvenirs. Of course, they were their most favorite souvenirs, so they narrowed down six to keep. The souvenirs had to live somewhere so the Demiurge carefully manufactured Terrariums; self-contained dimensions filled with the waters from the finest of timestreams.

The Demiurge beamed with pride, but a worrying thought creeped into the borders of their mind. What if their souvenirs died? A terrifying prospect. After a brief introspection, they decided if one of them dies, they would transplant the survivors into a hopefully more suitable terrarium, and so forth. The worst-case scenario they could conceive of was one remaining souvenir. The Demiurge had confidence it would not be possible.

After all, they have five terrariums, what could possibly go wrong?

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Hi, this is yet another elimination-based collaborative writing project, or Grand Battle for short. You probably know what it is. If not, click here.

Special Conditions:

Diminished Contestants. This Grand Battle will have six contestants instead of the usual eight.

Non-Binary Eliminations. Eliminations usually, but not necessarily, have to be the result of a character death.

Hazy-Canonical. This continuity of Grand Battle is treated as independent from the continuity of Seasons (All-Stars, Network, et al.) and Intermissions (S!).

--

Profile:

Code:
[b]Name:[/b] Your name.
[b]Gender:[/b] Your pronouns.
[b]Race:[/b]  Your kind.
[b]Color: [/b] Your true colors.
[b]Description:[/b]  Your mien.
[b]Items/Abilities:[/b]  Your signature.
[b]Biography:[/b]  Your backstory.
]]> <![CDATA[GB Disc 1: Untold Prophecy (Round 1 - Heatstroke)]]> https://eagle-time.org/showthread.php?tid=2467 Mon, 17 Jul 2017 12:13:43 +0000 SinkingSailor]]> https://eagle-time.org/showthread.php?tid=2467 HES DEAD. GIVE UP.
You're a fool. You forget about the prophecy.
ITS BOGUS. DO YOU REALLY THINK THE STRONGEST OUT OF EIGHT WEAK PEOPLE CAN DESTROY ME? IM HONESTLY FLATTERED.
I know they can. They must.
THIS WORLDS GONE, ████. GIVE UP.
Do you not understand? This place will only allow the strongest. You will fail, ████.
WE SHALL SEE.

Eight people stand in front of a large gate. They were called upon because they were observed to be the strongest. Only one can come out to face ████. Whoever comes to be the best, shall face the ultimate challenge. Who shall these people be, you may ask? Well, you will meet them now.

Sign-Up Sheet
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Once eight players have signed up, the location will be stated, you will be put somewhere random, and the games will begin. also-LETS GET TO IT ALREADY. Apologies. Sign Up, and may the best typer win.]]> HES DEAD. GIVE UP.
You're a fool. You forget about the prophecy.
ITS BOGUS. DO YOU REALLY THINK THE STRONGEST OUT OF EIGHT WEAK PEOPLE CAN DESTROY ME? IM HONESTLY FLATTERED.
I know they can. They must.
THIS WORLDS GONE, ████. GIVE UP.
Do you not understand? This place will only allow the strongest. You will fail, ████.
WE SHALL SEE.

Eight people stand in front of a large gate. They were called upon because they were observed to be the strongest. Only one can come out to face ████. Whoever comes to be the best, shall face the ultimate challenge. Who shall these people be, you may ask? Well, you will meet them now.

Sign-Up Sheet
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Once eight players have signed up, the location will be stated, you will be put somewhere random, and the games will begin. also-LETS GET TO IT ALREADY. Apologies. Sign Up, and may the best typer win.]]> <![CDATA[The Flash Battle [Signups and also Round One: Before The Flood]]]> https://eagle-time.org/showthread.php?tid=2428 Wed, 28 Jun 2017 19:32:35 +0000 Mamylon]]> https://eagle-time.org/showthread.php?tid=2428 When human beings began to increase in number on the earth and daughters were born to them, the sons of God saw that the daughters of humans were beautiful, and they married any of them they chose. Then the Lord said, “My Spirit will not contend with humans forever, for they are mortal; their days will be a hundred and twenty years.”

The Nephilim were on the earth in those days—and also afterward—when the sons of God went to the daughters of humans and had children by them. They were the heroes of old, men of renown.

The Lord saw how great the wickedness of the human race had become on the earth, and that every inclination of the thoughts of the human heart was only evil all the time. The Lord regretted that he had made human beings on the earth, and his heart was deeply troubled. So the Lord said, “I will wipe from the face of the earth the human race I have created—and with them the animals, the birds and the creatures that move along the ground—for I regret that I have made them.” But Noah found favor in the eyes of the Lord.

This is the account of Noah and his family.

Noah was a righteous man, blameless among the people of his time, and he walked faithfully with God. Noah had three sons: Shem, Ham and Japheth.

Now the earth was corrupt in God’s sight and was full of violence. God saw how corrupt the earth had become, for all the people on earth had corrupted their ways. So God said to Noah, “I am going to put an end to all people, for the earth is filled with violence because of them. I am surely going to destroy both them and the earth. So make yourself an ark of cypress wood; make rooms in it and coat it with pitch inside and out. This is how you are to build it: The ark is to be three hundred cubits long, fifty cubits wide and thirty cubits high. Make a roof for it, leaving below the roof an opening one cubit high all around. Put a door in the side of the ark and make lower, middle and upper decks. I am going to bring floodwaters on the earth to destroy all life under the heavens, every creature that has the breath of life in it. Everything on earth will perish. But I will establish my covenant with you, and you will enter the ark—you and your sons and your wife and your sons’ wives with you. You are to bring into the ark two of all living creatures, male and female, to keep them alive with you. Two of every kind of bird, of every kind of animal and of every kind of creature that moves along the ground will come to you to be kept alive. You are to take every kind of food that is to be eaten and store it away as food for you and for them.”

Noah did everything just as God commanded him.

And under the earth, in Hell, the Devil did abduct eight Battlers from other universes. When he gathered them there, he said to them, "I am the Devil. God my adversary will soon send a flood to wipe clean the Earth, on which I have toiled for all the ages of men since the Garden, sowing seeds of evil and discord and birthing terrible monsters. When the flood comes, every living thing that is on the earth will die, except for those things which have been placed on Noah's Ark. I so hate my adversary that I have set a Grand Battle upon this Earth to spite him. There are seven other beings, who you cannot see right now, who, like you, do not belong here. I will sow you as seeds across this world, and across the heavens and in hell and perhaps in other places, and you are to find one another and slay one another. Whosoever is the last to survive, I shall return home. Go now and do as I have said."

The battlers did everything just as the Devil commanded them.


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Welcome to the Flash Battle! It's a Grand Battle that will only last one round, which will only last around fifteen posts, although the posts can be of any length. The rules:

1) Your first post will introduce your character. No profiles. After eight people have posted, new entries are closed, and players who have already posted may post again.

2) Your second post should end with another character dying. That character's player is then eliminated from the battle. If every remaining character's player has posted twice, or if it has been a week since the last post or the last reserve, you may post again.

3) If your character is the only surviving character at the end of your post, you may also write an epilogue.]]> When human beings began to increase in number on the earth and daughters were born to them, the sons of God saw that the daughters of humans were beautiful, and they married any of them they chose. Then the Lord said, “My Spirit will not contend with humans forever, for they are mortal; their days will be a hundred and twenty years.”

The Nephilim were on the earth in those days—and also afterward—when the sons of God went to the daughters of humans and had children by them. They were the heroes of old, men of renown.

The Lord saw how great the wickedness of the human race had become on the earth, and that every inclination of the thoughts of the human heart was only evil all the time. The Lord regretted that he had made human beings on the earth, and his heart was deeply troubled. So the Lord said, “I will wipe from the face of the earth the human race I have created—and with them the animals, the birds and the creatures that move along the ground—for I regret that I have made them.” But Noah found favor in the eyes of the Lord.

This is the account of Noah and his family.

Noah was a righteous man, blameless among the people of his time, and he walked faithfully with God. Noah had three sons: Shem, Ham and Japheth.

Now the earth was corrupt in God’s sight and was full of violence. God saw how corrupt the earth had become, for all the people on earth had corrupted their ways. So God said to Noah, “I am going to put an end to all people, for the earth is filled with violence because of them. I am surely going to destroy both them and the earth. So make yourself an ark of cypress wood; make rooms in it and coat it with pitch inside and out. This is how you are to build it: The ark is to be three hundred cubits long, fifty cubits wide and thirty cubits high. Make a roof for it, leaving below the roof an opening one cubit high all around. Put a door in the side of the ark and make lower, middle and upper decks. I am going to bring floodwaters on the earth to destroy all life under the heavens, every creature that has the breath of life in it. Everything on earth will perish. But I will establish my covenant with you, and you will enter the ark—you and your sons and your wife and your sons’ wives with you. You are to bring into the ark two of all living creatures, male and female, to keep them alive with you. Two of every kind of bird, of every kind of animal and of every kind of creature that moves along the ground will come to you to be kept alive. You are to take every kind of food that is to be eaten and store it away as food for you and for them.”

Noah did everything just as God commanded him.

And under the earth, in Hell, the Devil did abduct eight Battlers from other universes. When he gathered them there, he said to them, "I am the Devil. God my adversary will soon send a flood to wipe clean the Earth, on which I have toiled for all the ages of men since the Garden, sowing seeds of evil and discord and birthing terrible monsters. When the flood comes, every living thing that is on the earth will die, except for those things which have been placed on Noah's Ark. I so hate my adversary that I have set a Grand Battle upon this Earth to spite him. There are seven other beings, who you cannot see right now, who, like you, do not belong here. I will sow you as seeds across this world, and across the heavens and in hell and perhaps in other places, and you are to find one another and slay one another. Whosoever is the last to survive, I shall return home. Go now and do as I have said."

The battlers did everything just as the Devil commanded them.


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Welcome to the Flash Battle! It's a Grand Battle that will only last one round, which will only last around fifteen posts, although the posts can be of any length. The rules:

1) Your first post will introduce your character. No profiles. After eight people have posted, new entries are closed, and players who have already posted may post again.

2) Your second post should end with another character dying. That character's player is then eliminated from the battle. If every remaining character's player has posted twice, or if it has been a week since the last post or the last reserve, you may post again.

3) If your character is the only surviving character at the end of your post, you may also write an epilogue.]]> <![CDATA[The Super Tite Fight]]> https://eagle-time.org/showthread.php?tid=2346 Mon, 08 May 2017 04:02:39 +0000 wyatt]]> https://eagle-time.org/showthread.php?tid=2346
Character status thing format can be whatever.]]>
Character status thing format can be whatever.]]> <![CDATA[One Round Only: The]]> https://eagle-time.org/showthread.php?tid=2269 Wed, 05 Apr 2017 04:23:42 +0000 AgentBlue]]> https://eagle-time.org/showthread.php?tid=2269 The didn't bother with an introduction. Or a name. The was too impatient for names, and 'The Impatient' took too long to say. Also The thought it was probably taken already, by someone less impatient and possibly more vain.

The took things from the infinity of creation, and eight of them appeared in front of them.

"I appreciate haste. Fight for me. I will choose a winner."

A question came sort of floating through the void that The had not bothered to fence off with any kind of reality.

"One round. Winner take all."

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Welcome to The, the only battle where the grandmaster hasn't even bothered to name the thing. This will be one round only, so eight people come in and only one will survive.

The enjoys profiles that are fast. Fuck long-term characterization. Fuck survivability. Fuck long posts. The wants this done as soon as possible.

Username: why are you wasting time even putting this in
Name: "hey you" will also suffice
Gender: usually irrelevant
Race/Species: the does not want a six-page treatise on how your species takes a shit
Color: pick one that is fast to type
Description: preferably too fast to describe ("did anyone get the plate on that car" is also acceptable)
Items/Abilities: 'speed' is a good one to put here
Biography: tweet this motherfucker

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speeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeed]]> The didn't bother with an introduction. Or a name. The was too impatient for names, and 'The Impatient' took too long to say. Also The thought it was probably taken already, by someone less impatient and possibly more vain.

The took things from the infinity of creation, and eight of them appeared in front of them.

"I appreciate haste. Fight for me. I will choose a winner."

A question came sort of floating through the void that The had not bothered to fence off with any kind of reality.

"One round. Winner take all."

***************

Welcome to The, the only battle where the grandmaster hasn't even bothered to name the thing. This will be one round only, so eight people come in and only one will survive.

The enjoys profiles that are fast. Fuck long-term characterization. Fuck survivability. Fuck long posts. The wants this done as soon as possible.

Username: why are you wasting time even putting this in
Name: "hey you" will also suffice
Gender: usually irrelevant
Race/Species: the does not want a six-page treatise on how your species takes a shit
Color: pick one that is fast to type
Description: preferably too fast to describe ("did anyone get the plate on that car" is also acceptable)
Items/Abilities: 'speed' is a good one to put here
Biography: tweet this motherfucker

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speeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeed]]> <![CDATA[The Big Damn Fight]]> https://eagle-time.org/showthread.php?tid=1686 Wed, 08 Jun 2016 05:27:59 +0000 Hellfish]]> https://eagle-time.org/showthread.php?tid=1686 “Good god DAMN,” the Abhorrent squelched. Its toes crept into its mouth. Its mouth crept onto its stomach. “There is NOTHING, and I mean sonsabitchin NOTHIN, on TV.”

Its TV was a little beat-up box, about a foot on each side. It was not plugged in.

“NOTHIN,” it repeated. It scratched its exposed breasts. Tiny scales fell onto the floor. It picked up a hank of its ragged hair and started flossing with it.

“Now see,” it said through a mouthful of hair, “I just can’t be assed to be bored for one more goddamn minute, and I mean that. I’m lookin for entertainment. I’m lookin for…. top quality primo runnin around.”

The Abhorrent’s mind, sluggish on the best of days and now currently glacial, unfolded. For several hours it perused its ancient memory for a flicker of anything interesting. With the patience of a being who has not moved over a meter in several thousand years it bypassed ball pit orgy, puppet show, and bathing.

“Hurgh,” it yawned.

It waved its spindly hand. An assistant came to its side, which was like a fuzzy slug. It flumphed.

“Borrrrred,” the Abhorrent said.

“Kill seven people,” the slug glurphed.

“Oh yes,” the Abhorrent agreed. It scratched its necks with the fervor of mild interest. “Do they have to be people?”

“They do not have to be people.”

“Nice, nice nice.”
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Schazer as "Princess" Peppi Nephrite- #20D876
AgentBlue as Raime Truncata- #2020B0
Gatr as III☆/Zaiza- #000069
Colby as Alexandria “Alex” Albright aka: Nova- #FF00FF
Ixcaliber as Noise- #FF0024
Bigro as William William William- #ABCDEF

The winner!
Sai as Also Wilhelm- #708090]]> “Good god DAMN,” the Abhorrent squelched. Its toes crept into its mouth. Its mouth crept onto its stomach. “There is NOTHING, and I mean sonsabitchin NOTHIN, on TV.”

Its TV was a little beat-up box, about a foot on each side. It was not plugged in.

“NOTHIN,” it repeated. It scratched its exposed breasts. Tiny scales fell onto the floor. It picked up a hank of its ragged hair and started flossing with it.

“Now see,” it said through a mouthful of hair, “I just can’t be assed to be bored for one more goddamn minute, and I mean that. I’m lookin for entertainment. I’m lookin for…. top quality primo runnin around.”

The Abhorrent’s mind, sluggish on the best of days and now currently glacial, unfolded. For several hours it perused its ancient memory for a flicker of anything interesting. With the patience of a being who has not moved over a meter in several thousand years it bypassed ball pit orgy, puppet show, and bathing.

“Hurgh,” it yawned.

It waved its spindly hand. An assistant came to its side, which was like a fuzzy slug. It flumphed.

“Borrrrred,” the Abhorrent said.

“Kill seven people,” the slug glurphed.

“Oh yes,” the Abhorrent agreed. It scratched its necks with the fervor of mild interest. “Do they have to be people?”

“They do not have to be people.”

“Nice, nice nice.”
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Schazer as "Princess" Peppi Nephrite- #20D876
AgentBlue as Raime Truncata- #2020B0
Gatr as III☆/Zaiza- #000069
Colby as Alexandria “Alex” Albright aka: Nova- #FF00FF
Ixcaliber as Noise- #FF0024
Bigro as William William William- #ABCDEF

The winner!
Sai as Also Wilhelm- #708090]]> <![CDATA[The Grand Cooperative (Round One: Waiting Room Bar & Grill)]]> https://eagle-time.org/showthread.php?tid=1307 Wed, 09 Mar 2016 06:52:42 +0000 AgentBlue]]> https://eagle-time.org/showthread.php?tid=1307 Hai~!

Welcome to the *Amazing* and wonderful GRAND COOPERATIVE! I’m your host, the *Amazing* Agen~ and this is my co-host, the bearer of quidhat, the modus supremus, the SCHAZ TO END ALL SCHAZZES :33

In the Grand Cooperative, we’re going to be running battles cooperatively instead of competitively :O Shocking, I know!! But how will we judge rounds then if we’re not trying to beat each other to the death?! This is where my sneaky co-mod comes into play! :D With two of us, we can work together to judge the contest, but obviously we’ll take player input into account! Player input also includes us, because, well, we’d hate to miss out on the fun so we’ll be submitting characters too!

If we can’t seem to reach an agreement, which is ok, we can still be friend I GUESS *gawsh* then my wonderful co-mod will provide us with [gratuitous formatting]PROMPTS![/formatting] Authors facing the chop will pair their characters of against each other in a Schazertastic schenario, so we can judge a winner! :3

Not to mention all players will be judged based on the power of friendship~ The more friendly things you guys do the more extra BONUS COOPERATIVE POINTS you guys will get :P We’re going to have so much *fuuuuuun*~

Remember to use this template when submitting a profile~!

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Your bestest grandmasters, Agen & Schaz]]> Hai~!

Welcome to the *Amazing* and wonderful GRAND COOPERATIVE! I’m your host, the *Amazing* Agen~ and this is my co-host, the bearer of quidhat, the modus supremus, the SCHAZ TO END ALL SCHAZZES :33

In the Grand Cooperative, we’re going to be running battles cooperatively instead of competitively :O Shocking, I know!! But how will we judge rounds then if we’re not trying to beat each other to the death?! This is where my sneaky co-mod comes into play! :D With two of us, we can work together to judge the contest, but obviously we’ll take player input into account! Player input also includes us, because, well, we’d hate to miss out on the fun so we’ll be submitting characters too!

If we can’t seem to reach an agreement, which is ok, we can still be friend I GUESS *gawsh* then my wonderful co-mod will provide us with [gratuitous formatting]PROMPTS![/formatting] Authors facing the chop will pair their characters of against each other in a Schazertastic schenario, so we can judge a winner! :3

Not to mention all players will be judged based on the power of friendship~ The more friendly things you guys do the more extra BONUS COOPERATIVE POINTS you guys will get :P We’re going to have so much *fuuuuuun*~

Remember to use this template when submitting a profile~!

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Your bestest grandmasters, Agen & Schaz]]> <![CDATA[The Opulent Quarrel - Round One: Mademoiselle Primfel's]]> https://eagle-time.org/showthread.php?tid=1202 Wed, 16 Dec 2015 19:40:15 +0000 Ixcaliber]]> https://eagle-time.org/showthread.php?tid=1202 Eight figures awoke to find themselves in an unfamiliar drawing room. The décor of this room was old fashioned reminiscent of a Victorian study, except where it wasn’t. For example one wall was almost entirely taken up by a bookshelf filled with the latest big budget video games, a large collection of well-thumbed manga and in one corner a selection of huge heavy books thick with dust; as unread as the day they were purchased. A well-polished silver skull served as a rather prominent bookend. The other wall was dominated by an enormous portrait; a balding man wearing a fedora and waistcoat and sporting a humourless judgemental frown.

The eight extremely disorientated figures had just about enough time to discover their incapability to move and perhaps take in a little of the décor before a door opened and the man from the portrait walked through; an e-cigarette in his mouth and a phalanx of blank-eyed girls in revealing French maid outfits at his back.

“Welcome my honoured guests to le Opulent Quarrel. You’re probably wondering who I am and what is happening. Just relax, it will all be explained in time.” At this point he took a seat on the sofa between two helplessly immobilized scantily clad young ladies. “A pleasure to make your acquaintance ladies; you may call me The Sophisticate.” He reached out and took the hand of one of the girls and gave it a gentlemanly peck. If he wasn’t already seated he would almost certainly have offered a small bow.

“The purpose for which I have brought you here today is combat; a spectacle that we in the Grandmaster community like to call a Grand Battle. You’ll be whisked off to wondrous amazing worlds of adventure and intrigue and there you’ll battle amongst yourselves until one of you has emerged victorious.” He grinned widely. “It’ll be great, I understand it might not sound particularly fun, but think of it as an adventure; a vacation from your humdrum little lives.”

The Sophisticate looked around the rough circle of immobilized battlers (four buff guys with rugged beards, winning smiles and gleaming polished armour and four girls looking uncomfortable in unrealistic impractical skimpy armour) hoping to see the glimmer of excitement in their eyes. He did not.

At this point one of The Sophisticate’s dead-eyed maids stepped up and whispered furtively into his ear. His grin dropped immediately and before he had time to react, the doors opened again and a woman stepped through. Her hair was dyed bright magenta, undercut on one side and swept over on the other. She was wearing a jacket, jeans and huge heavy boots, the kind that looked designed to trek through the countryside.

“Hey baby bro, I’m not gonna lie I’m feeling a little offended rn that you didn’t want to invite me to your little get together.” With barely a pause she climbed over the couch opposite to where The Sophisticate had taken a seat and inserted herself between a pair of bearded swordsmen. “Nice to meet you, I’m Tiff.” She watched the motionless swordsmen, their panicked eyes the only indicators that they were not incredibly detailed statues, and frowned.

“How many times must I tell you not to come into my dimension before you finally understand?” The Sophisticate snapped. “This is wilful and repeated violation of my privacy. How would you like it if I were to waltz into your-”

“Hold up a hot minute, what’s the deal?” Tiff indicated the paralysed battlers. The slightest hint of a smile crept across her lips. “Are you having a Battle?”

“That… would be my business and none of yours.” The Sophisticate retorted. “And whether I am or I am not it does not negate the fact that-”

Tiff laughed. “You’re joking right?” She asked. “This is your battle? Four beardswords versus four pretty girls who I seriously hope for your sake were wearing that terrible terrible armour before you scooped them up into your clutches.”

“There’s nothing wrong with their armour!” The Sophisticate replied indignantly.

“There’s everything wrong with everything.” Tiff snickered. “I always knew any battle you tried to host would be an epic failure but even I’m impressed at just how skeevy this is bro.”

“Hah, as though you are the expert on battles.” The Sophisticate sneered. “I bet you don’t even know the first thing about Grand Battling.”

“How much do you wanna bet?” Tiff asked.

“I’m afraid that that was simply a figure of speech, you can rest assured I don’t intend to waste my time by humouring you on this.”

“I knew it. You always were a chicken when it came down to it.”

“Fine!” The Sophisticate exclaimed. “If you’re so damn sure you can do a better job I invite you to do so.”

“Okay first things first we’re gonna need new battlers.” Tiff said. “No offence guys but you are just not cutting it for me. Sorry for the inconvenience.” With a flick of her hands the immobile former contestants had vanished back into the worlds they came from.

“If you will recall I invited you to run a better battle than me if you felt yourself capable, not to hijack my battle and dismiss my painstakingly chosen contestants.” The Sophisticate said.

“Oh stop whining, I’m doing you a favour here.” Tiff replied. “You and me; we’re a dream team. Me with all my wonderful qualities, and you with your… um… presence, we’ll make this battle a battle to remember.”

“Yeah, I’m sure it will be memorable at the very least.”

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CAST:
  1. Ixcaliber - Lady Wilhemina Pell - #412A42
  2. Lankie - Wren - #2F4F4F
  3. Dragon Fogel - Damse - #556B2F
  4. Schazer - Gunzelurge - #778799
  5. Sanzh - Georgia Kyuume-chan Sakura (and Sorry) - #FF96CA
  6. AgentBlue - Cassandra Devin - #4444AA
  7. Solaris - Des La Ryuje - #800000
  8. Chimney and Forge - Völsung and The Verdant Queen - #FF0000 and #80C020
  9. Sai - Gurska Karr - #800000
  10. Mirdini - Althyr Almael (or Alex 'Hotshot' Alameda) - #EE7600
]]> Eight figures awoke to find themselves in an unfamiliar drawing room. The décor of this room was old fashioned reminiscent of a Victorian study, except where it wasn’t. For example one wall was almost entirely taken up by a bookshelf filled with the latest big budget video games, a large collection of well-thumbed manga and in one corner a selection of huge heavy books thick with dust; as unread as the day they were purchased. A well-polished silver skull served as a rather prominent bookend. The other wall was dominated by an enormous portrait; a balding man wearing a fedora and waistcoat and sporting a humourless judgemental frown.

The eight extremely disorientated figures had just about enough time to discover their incapability to move and perhaps take in a little of the décor before a door opened and the man from the portrait walked through; an e-cigarette in his mouth and a phalanx of blank-eyed girls in revealing French maid outfits at his back.

“Welcome my honoured guests to le Opulent Quarrel. You’re probably wondering who I am and what is happening. Just relax, it will all be explained in time.” At this point he took a seat on the sofa between two helplessly immobilized scantily clad young ladies. “A pleasure to make your acquaintance ladies; you may call me The Sophisticate.” He reached out and took the hand of one of the girls and gave it a gentlemanly peck. If he wasn’t already seated he would almost certainly have offered a small bow.

“The purpose for which I have brought you here today is combat; a spectacle that we in the Grandmaster community like to call a Grand Battle. You’ll be whisked off to wondrous amazing worlds of adventure and intrigue and there you’ll battle amongst yourselves until one of you has emerged victorious.” He grinned widely. “It’ll be great, I understand it might not sound particularly fun, but think of it as an adventure; a vacation from your humdrum little lives.”

The Sophisticate looked around the rough circle of immobilized battlers (four buff guys with rugged beards, winning smiles and gleaming polished armour and four girls looking uncomfortable in unrealistic impractical skimpy armour) hoping to see the glimmer of excitement in their eyes. He did not.

At this point one of The Sophisticate’s dead-eyed maids stepped up and whispered furtively into his ear. His grin dropped immediately and before he had time to react, the doors opened again and a woman stepped through. Her hair was dyed bright magenta, undercut on one side and swept over on the other. She was wearing a jacket, jeans and huge heavy boots, the kind that looked designed to trek through the countryside.

“Hey baby bro, I’m not gonna lie I’m feeling a little offended rn that you didn’t want to invite me to your little get together.” With barely a pause she climbed over the couch opposite to where The Sophisticate had taken a seat and inserted herself between a pair of bearded swordsmen. “Nice to meet you, I’m Tiff.” She watched the motionless swordsmen, their panicked eyes the only indicators that they were not incredibly detailed statues, and frowned.

“How many times must I tell you not to come into my dimension before you finally understand?” The Sophisticate snapped. “This is wilful and repeated violation of my privacy. How would you like it if I were to waltz into your-”

“Hold up a hot minute, what’s the deal?” Tiff indicated the paralysed battlers. The slightest hint of a smile crept across her lips. “Are you having a Battle?”

“That… would be my business and none of yours.” The Sophisticate retorted. “And whether I am or I am not it does not negate the fact that-”

Tiff laughed. “You’re joking right?” She asked. “This is your battle? Four beardswords versus four pretty girls who I seriously hope for your sake were wearing that terrible terrible armour before you scooped them up into your clutches.”

“There’s nothing wrong with their armour!” The Sophisticate replied indignantly.

“There’s everything wrong with everything.” Tiff snickered. “I always knew any battle you tried to host would be an epic failure but even I’m impressed at just how skeevy this is bro.”

“Hah, as though you are the expert on battles.” The Sophisticate sneered. “I bet you don’t even know the first thing about Grand Battling.”

“How much do you wanna bet?” Tiff asked.

“I’m afraid that that was simply a figure of speech, you can rest assured I don’t intend to waste my time by humouring you on this.”

“I knew it. You always were a chicken when it came down to it.”

“Fine!” The Sophisticate exclaimed. “If you’re so damn sure you can do a better job I invite you to do so.”

“Okay first things first we’re gonna need new battlers.” Tiff said. “No offence guys but you are just not cutting it for me. Sorry for the inconvenience.” With a flick of her hands the immobile former contestants had vanished back into the worlds they came from.

“If you will recall I invited you to run a better battle than me if you felt yourself capable, not to hijack my battle and dismiss my painstakingly chosen contestants.” The Sophisticate said.

“Oh stop whining, I’m doing you a favour here.” Tiff replied. “You and me; we’re a dream team. Me with all my wonderful qualities, and you with your… um… presence, we’ll make this battle a battle to remember.”

“Yeah, I’m sure it will be memorable at the very least.”

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CAST:
  1. Ixcaliber - Lady Wilhemina Pell - #412A42
  2. Lankie - Wren - #2F4F4F
  3. Dragon Fogel - Damse - #556B2F
  4. Schazer - Gunzelurge - #778799
  5. Sanzh - Georgia Kyuume-chan Sakura (and Sorry) - #FF96CA
  6. AgentBlue - Cassandra Devin - #4444AA
  7. Solaris - Des La Ryuje - #800000
  8. Chimney and Forge - Völsung and The Verdant Queen - #FF0000 and #80C020
  9. Sai - Gurska Karr - #800000
  10. Mirdini - Althyr Almael (or Alex 'Hotshot' Alameda) - #EE7600
]]> <![CDATA[I'm Going To Finish This Post Or Else]]> https://eagle-time.org/showthread.php?tid=997 Fri, 30 Jan 2015 06:13:36 +0000 Dragon Fogel]]> https://eagle-time.org/showthread.php?tid=997 this thread about posting kitchen pictures to encourage kitchen-cleaning, with humiliation as a punishment for not following through. And that got me thinking.

We have something of an issue with posting punctually, so here's a thread in the same vein. If you've got a post you're working on, declare it in here and name your consequences if you don't get it done by whatever time. Said consequences may include humiliation selected by other people if that's what you're willing to subject yourself to. Or you might officially say here, "if I don't have a post by this day, kick me out of the battle", or record yourself singing, or anything that you'd rather not do but expect to be able to follow through on.

Participation is voluntary, of course.

That's about all I can think of to say. Ask questions or just declare what you're going to post in and what you'll do if you miss your self-imposed deadline.]]> this thread about posting kitchen pictures to encourage kitchen-cleaning, with humiliation as a punishment for not following through. And that got me thinking.

We have something of an issue with posting punctually, so here's a thread in the same vein. If you've got a post you're working on, declare it in here and name your consequences if you don't get it done by whatever time. Said consequences may include humiliation selected by other people if that's what you're willing to subject yourself to. Or you might officially say here, "if I don't have a post by this day, kick me out of the battle", or record yourself singing, or anything that you'd rather not do but expect to be able to follow through on.

Participation is voluntary, of course.

That's about all I can think of to say. Ask questions or just declare what you're going to post in and what you'll do if you miss your self-imposed deadline.]]> <![CDATA[The Daunting Affray! (Round 1: Temple in the Sky!)]]> https://eagle-time.org/showthread.php?tid=798 Tue, 14 Jan 2014 02:29:51 +0000 Gatr]]> https://eagle-time.org/showthread.php?tid=798
"Wait a minute! I'm a Grandmaster!"

And so, the self-proclaimed Artisan simply snapped his fingers. Everything was set in place... kind of. The couch was uneven, and the chairs lay astray. It painted a picture of sloppiness, even with the opulence of the modern architecture. The glass-lined fireplace calmly roared on, barely even having an effect on the room. The ugly yellow walls were lit up by bright white lights. He shrugged. It was good enough. After all, he was excited to get this thing started already! It may not have been long since he acquired his fake Grandmaster Card from the multinternet, but soon, he was about to achieve his true dream at long last - host a Grand Battle!

He concentrated, and sent his mystic eye across the multiple universes, and with great care and intelligent decision, selected 6 of the very best contestants he could glean. (In other words, he went on Google and searched the multiverse for some people he thought would be cool.) Then he checked the thesaurus and determined the battle's name to be...

"THE DAUNTING AFFRAY!"

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So, what is this anyways? Well, this is a Grand Battle! Essentially, a Grand Battle is a writing competition to the death. You, the people reading this right now, yes you, get to enter a character, and write series of posts about it killing other characters! But it's not going to be as simple as that. This battle will be split up in several rounds, and, at the end of each round, a character dies. The character that dies is decided by who wrote the weakest, or who contributed the least. Each round will take place in a setting of my choosing. The last post of the round will always be a post featuring their death, then the battle moves on into a different round, less one character. This continues until there is only one character left, who is then declared the winner! Go ahead and check out some of the other battles in this subforum to get an idea of just what I'm talking about. Or, join the #grandbattle IRC channel on EsperNet and ask around! We would love to give you answers for any questions you may have!

Generally, your characters can be anything. No really, anything at all. They don't even have to be called "people". After all, this is a multiversal battle, and anything's possible out there. But, for the sake of good writing, try not to have your character be too overpowered. If you can't write anything other than your competitors being instantly mutilated by your awesome invincible bearded swordsman, that's bad. Similarly, try to keep your characters interesting. If they're a perfectly ordinary guy with no remarkable features whatsoever, it'll get hard writing for them real quick. Think about why they are being entered in this. The goal of a Grand Battle is to tell a good story, and the one who tells the best story will end up winning. Also, don't kill other characters until it's time for the round to end. On the other hand, interaction is very healthy to writing. These battles are different from a standard roleplay in that you can control other characters, as long as you don't make them act against what their writer would have them do. This way, you can write entire conversations and scenes at a time. Also, yes, this is technically the fourth S? battle, but my advice to you is not to worry about canonicity.

The reserve system is in place here as well. What does that mean? Well, when you are working on a post, it is a very good idea to put up a reserve, so that others know you are working on a post and will not write a post that will contradict your post and render it void. These reserves can be held for as long you need to write the post, and as the other players feel is acceptable. I'd say maybe up to two weeks is an acceptable maximum to begin with, but that will of course depend entirely on the flow of the battle and also the other players' preferences.

Signups close exactly 10 days from now, with extensions available for those who have reserves but need more time.

I should also note that newcomers are given bias in this battle. If you enter a character that's writeable, and you've never entered one of these before, you're in! Conversely, veterans are also welcome, if you're not in too many battles at the moment.

The profile template can be found here (shamelessly stolen from Schazer):
Code:
[u]Name:[/u] A useful substitute for "Oi, you!"
[u]Gender:[/u] Whatever you and they prefer.
[u]Colour:[/u] A [color=#hexcod]text colour[/color] to distinguish between players. Keep it readable, #AAAA44 is reserved for the GM.
[u]Race:[/u] AKA species. Give a brief description if it's especially weird.
[u]Equipment/Abilities:[/u]Tools of the trade, where the trade is survival in their harsh world.
[u]Description:[/u] A brief overview of their appearance and personality, to give other people a feel for how to write for them.
[u]Errata:[/u] any additional information you'd like to include. A writing sample is not necessary.

Contestants:
- Reginald Lithe - AgentBlue (#908070)
- Samantha Craig - cerebralconfinement (#571B7E)
- Luis Port - Truegreen (#006400)
- Scout - SupahKiven (#800000)
- Clark - Gnauga (#CA0000)
- Mademoiselle la Musette - Vancho1 (#C71585)]]>
"Wait a minute! I'm a Grandmaster!"

And so, the self-proclaimed Artisan simply snapped his fingers. Everything was set in place... kind of. The couch was uneven, and the chairs lay astray. It painted a picture of sloppiness, even with the opulence of the modern architecture. The glass-lined fireplace calmly roared on, barely even having an effect on the room. The ugly yellow walls were lit up by bright white lights. He shrugged. It was good enough. After all, he was excited to get this thing started already! It may not have been long since he acquired his fake Grandmaster Card from the multinternet, but soon, he was about to achieve his true dream at long last - host a Grand Battle!

He concentrated, and sent his mystic eye across the multiple universes, and with great care and intelligent decision, selected 6 of the very best contestants he could glean. (In other words, he went on Google and searched the multiverse for some people he thought would be cool.) Then he checked the thesaurus and determined the battle's name to be...

"THE DAUNTING AFFRAY!"

~~~~~~~~~~

So, what is this anyways? Well, this is a Grand Battle! Essentially, a Grand Battle is a writing competition to the death. You, the people reading this right now, yes you, get to enter a character, and write series of posts about it killing other characters! But it's not going to be as simple as that. This battle will be split up in several rounds, and, at the end of each round, a character dies. The character that dies is decided by who wrote the weakest, or who contributed the least. Each round will take place in a setting of my choosing. The last post of the round will always be a post featuring their death, then the battle moves on into a different round, less one character. This continues until there is only one character left, who is then declared the winner! Go ahead and check out some of the other battles in this subforum to get an idea of just what I'm talking about. Or, join the #grandbattle IRC channel on EsperNet and ask around! We would love to give you answers for any questions you may have!

Generally, your characters can be anything. No really, anything at all. They don't even have to be called "people". After all, this is a multiversal battle, and anything's possible out there. But, for the sake of good writing, try not to have your character be too overpowered. If you can't write anything other than your competitors being instantly mutilated by your awesome invincible bearded swordsman, that's bad. Similarly, try to keep your characters interesting. If they're a perfectly ordinary guy with no remarkable features whatsoever, it'll get hard writing for them real quick. Think about why they are being entered in this. The goal of a Grand Battle is to tell a good story, and the one who tells the best story will end up winning. Also, don't kill other characters until it's time for the round to end. On the other hand, interaction is very healthy to writing. These battles are different from a standard roleplay in that you can control other characters, as long as you don't make them act against what their writer would have them do. This way, you can write entire conversations and scenes at a time. Also, yes, this is technically the fourth S? battle, but my advice to you is not to worry about canonicity.

The reserve system is in place here as well. What does that mean? Well, when you are working on a post, it is a very good idea to put up a reserve, so that others know you are working on a post and will not write a post that will contradict your post and render it void. These reserves can be held for as long you need to write the post, and as the other players feel is acceptable. I'd say maybe up to two weeks is an acceptable maximum to begin with, but that will of course depend entirely on the flow of the battle and also the other players' preferences.

Signups close exactly 10 days from now, with extensions available for those who have reserves but need more time.

I should also note that newcomers are given bias in this battle. If you enter a character that's writeable, and you've never entered one of these before, you're in! Conversely, veterans are also welcome, if you're not in too many battles at the moment.

The profile template can be found here (shamelessly stolen from Schazer):
Code:
[u]Name:[/u] A useful substitute for "Oi, you!"
[u]Gender:[/u] Whatever you and they prefer.
[u]Colour:[/u] A [color=#hexcod]text colour[/color] to distinguish between players. Keep it readable, #AAAA44 is reserved for the GM.
[u]Race:[/u] AKA species. Give a brief description if it's especially weird.
[u]Equipment/Abilities:[/u]Tools of the trade, where the trade is survival in their harsh world.
[u]Description:[/u] A brief overview of their appearance and personality, to give other people a feel for how to write for them.
[u]Errata:[/u] any additional information you'd like to include. A writing sample is not necessary.

Contestants:
- Reginald Lithe - AgentBlue (#908070)
- Samantha Craig - cerebralconfinement (#571B7E)
- Luis Port - Truegreen (#006400)
- Scout - SupahKiven (#800000)
- Clark - Gnauga (#CA0000)
- Mademoiselle la Musette - Vancho1 (#C71585)]]> <![CDATA[Casual Character Concept Collection]]> https://eagle-time.org/showthread.php?tid=784 Wed, 18 Dec 2013 03:36:34 +0000 Pinary]]> https://eagle-time.org/showthread.php?tid=784
But then, along comes an idea for a new character, one that completely displaces all thoughts of existing characters. You've got a cool backstory for them and some neat abilities and all sorts of other stuff... but even if there was a battle starting in the near future, you really shouldn't join it. You've got too much to be writing already, remember? You really should just take care of what's on your plate, and adding a whole other battle on there probably isn't a great idea.

So instead, just post it here. Doesn't matter what you've actually got written about it. Maybe you've done up a full character sheet already, maybe it's just a general notion, maybe you felt the urge to write a 10,000-word backstory about them. Whatever. Just drop it in here and leave it be. Maybe when the next battle starts up, you can grab a character you posted here and make use of it. Heck, maybe you're cool with someone else taking it and making it their own and that someone wants to negotiate a custody arrangement. Whatever happens, the important thing is that it's out of your brain and written down on internet-paper, leaving you free to get back to thinking about the important things. Y'know, those battles that you've left off writing for for far too long? (Seriously, slacker, get on that. It's been how long since you last posted?)]]>
But then, along comes an idea for a new character, one that completely displaces all thoughts of existing characters. You've got a cool backstory for them and some neat abilities and all sorts of other stuff... but even if there was a battle starting in the near future, you really shouldn't join it. You've got too much to be writing already, remember? You really should just take care of what's on your plate, and adding a whole other battle on there probably isn't a great idea.

So instead, just post it here. Doesn't matter what you've actually got written about it. Maybe you've done up a full character sheet already, maybe it's just a general notion, maybe you felt the urge to write a 10,000-word backstory about them. Whatever. Just drop it in here and leave it be. Maybe when the next battle starts up, you can grab a character you posted here and make use of it. Heck, maybe you're cool with someone else taking it and making it their own and that someone wants to negotiate a custody arrangement. Whatever happens, the important thing is that it's out of your brain and written down on internet-paper, leaving you free to get back to thinking about the important things. Y'know, those battles that you've left off writing for for far too long? (Seriously, slacker, get on that. It's been how long since you last posted?)]]>