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| With a World on his Finger; The Void in Sadistic's Magic Ring | |
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| Lord Tails Fanatic | Jan 16 2010, 10:14 PM Post #46 |
 
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As Jet sees his Wind Slasher destroy quite a good number of these little shadow creatures, he is glad that he manged to get the ones that were trying sneak up behind him. "These guys are week, but they are getting more and more numerous. These guys seem to want to throw some massive attacks at that tree, I can't believe they are so stupid, as to just throw everything at once. I guess not many want to actually conserve their energy." thinks Jet as he sees many more of these creatures start to come towards him. "Well, it might not be as big as some of these people's attacks, but this should take out a very large number of these guys to allow the a more clear attack at the tree." thinks Jet grinning a bit. Jet holds his sword right out in front of him, as if he just stabbed someone and holds it still for only a moment. He then starts to spin his tails around and starts to turn himself in circles so that he could begine to build up his momentum. It was going to take a bit longer than normal to build this attack up, with how little wind there is down here. Jet just keeps spinning and spinning as he starts to try and build up the neccessary wind energy so that he could start to form his Wind Tornado. |
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I'm a gamer and always will be a gamer. If you don't believe me. I have 430 Video Games and 19 Consoles. I doubt you could beat that unless you are a gamer as well! =P So, let's see if you can outdo "The Jet Gamer" 
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| Nail Strafer | Jan 18 2010, 08:18 AM Post #47 |
Flying Battery Act 2
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The gigantic falling tree branch from earlier had taken Nail by surprise, but he did appreciate having something to lean down on and fire from. As he was loading his next magazine, a great orange glow illuminated the battlefield behind him. Nail turned to look, but was then hurled headlong over the tree branch by the force of Vanadium's suicide bombing. He rolled in the dirt on the ground, his clothes getting covered with the black soot, ash, or whatever it was. Disoriented, it took a moment for him to collect himself and get back on his feet. The entire world felt like it was just spinning around him, not to mention he'd gone momentarily deaf from the tremendous sound. The fox took a moment to turn back and see what the results were of the explosion. But to be honest, the smoke concealed everything so well that he couldn't actually tell right now what'd happened. "What the hell was that?!" He really wanted to go over and take a closer look, but there were more pressing matters at hand. He was about to resume loading his P90 again, when he realized that he'd lost his grip on his weapon during the blast. The SMG had been flung clean away. Nail frantically turned his head side to side, trying to find it. The fox was all too aware of how much more helpless he'd become without that gun. At long last he spotted it laying in the dirt, about thirty feet away. But there were shadow demons in his path. Since they were semi-transparent though, he could actually see the gun through them. Sighing...he took his Five-seveN pistol in his right hand, his knife in his other, and charged headlong towards the ghouls...firing his pistol as he went. This definitely did NOT feel good. Close combat made him very nervous. But what was he going to do? If he didn't get that P90 he'd only have his pistol and knife. Edited by Nail Strafer, Feb 9 2010, 07:18 PM.
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| Lord Bowie | Jan 18 2010, 03:37 PM Post #48 |
What is the difference between a duck?
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(Broadcast Quality post precedes this) Spoiler: click to toggle The air was cold, and a figure half as large as the tree that had just collapsed. It wouldn't be farfetched to say it was the size of a moderate building, a 3-4 story... not massive massive but daaaayyyumn. The dark sky made its illuminated eyes stand out from its massive structure, even beyond it's exhaust like spurts of breath. You had just spent the past few moments tearing through masses of these things like wet tissue.. but something about this one makes it seem like less of a pushover. With a roar, the silence is broken, and it sluggishly advances.. |
Saff Profile // Kam Profile // Sadistic Profile Stop by my art thread ----------------------------------------------- SUPER DA PAGE WARNING: Above Post May Contain Sarcastic/Harsh/Stupid/Offensive/Idiotic/Blasphemous Content. Deal With It. ______________ What's the difference between a champion and a challenger.. a challenger is trying to become, a champion became. | |
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| Nail Strafer | Feb 9 2010, 08:59 AM Post #49 |
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"You'll all see!!! This tournament is MINE to win.. MIIIIIIIIINNNNNEEEE... I'll torture you all for this, you'll rule the day you PISSED ME OFF!!!!! Any hopes of a peaceful end are over, and you all will be doomed... BEYOND DOOMED..." Nail smiled at Sadistic's frustration. Typically, this would be where someone would deliver a really snarky remark, but Nail was a quiet guy. He preferred to stay objective until knowing it was all over, and it definitely wasn't. So he didn't say anything. The fox could tell they were definitely getting to Sadistic. This must have been the first time in ages someone had managed to actually wrest control from him. Clearly, not being in control wasn't something that happened very often to him. Still...with the tree destroyed and the monster gone, he wondered what they should try to do next to #### this tournament up. Nail wandered over to the survivors, limping a bit from his fall earlier. "So...what do you think? Any other ideas for what we should do?" Edited by Nail Strafer, Feb 9 2010, 07:18 PM.
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| Lord Bowie | Feb 9 2010, 05:51 PM Post #50 |
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What is the difference between a duck?
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( http://sonicblast.org/topic/7178919/1/#new ) |
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Saff Profile // Kam Profile // Sadistic Profile Stop by my art thread ----------------------------------------------- SUPER DA PAGE WARNING: Above Post May Contain Sarcastic/Harsh/Stupid/Offensive/Idiotic/Blasphemous Content. Deal With It. ______________ What's the difference between a champion and a challenger.. a challenger is trying to become, a champion became. | |
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| Red Ranger Eater | Feb 13 2010, 04:47 PM Post #51 |
*Attacks you directly*
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From the charred, smoking remains of the tree that contained the once-judge, Tokoi, a intensely shaking arm strained to push its way out of the rubble, an alarmed beeping could be heard as the arm, the metal comprising it twisted, burnt, and utterly ruined, became accompanied by a mechanical shoulder, which was as charred and twisted as the arm, exposed circuits sending bursts of sparks into the black sky. Soon after, a second arm weakly burst through the wreckage, a puncture in the top was lightly leaking a neon purple ooze. Then the source of the manic pings, the head of Vanadium, visor cracked, two spikes ripped off, and the dome on top shattered and violently pulsing a purple glow, made itself visible. Using every last minuscule shred of energy that remained within him, he was able to wrest the remains of his shambled being free. He was instantly brought to his knees as the pulsing dome began to glow brighter. He uttered very uncharacteristic grunts as he tried to get to his feet, but he failed and was sent tumbling down the pile of blackened pile of wood and landed face-first into the ebony sand, the sparks from the exposed circuits sent arcs of electricity surging in the direction of the Space Titanium ore created by his earlier assault. The glow of his visor was flickering as he drifted in and out of consciousness. |
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| Nail Strafer | Feb 15 2010, 03:23 PM Post #52 |
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Nail's eyes widened when he saw Vanadium. The man had tried to commit suicide with his explosion, and he was still here. The fox rushed towards him, but stopped short when he saw the sparks and the purple goo oozing around him. "Vanadium...I want to help you...but is there anything you can do to...I don't know...tone down your power? I don't wanna get electrocuted...and that purple goo doesn't look healthy for me either." Before he could say more, the sky had suddenly billowed open to show the next round of competition. Nail jerked his head upwards to watch, and listened in on Sadistic's speech. That name felt more and more appropriate by the minute. Taking hostages to ensure the tournament's completion? All of a sudden Nail didn't feel so sorry he'd lost now. Because if that was him in there, it would be Canma held hostage...his wife. And then if he'd lost then...their kids would probably end up as orphans. In any case, that wasn't important now. He just had to figure out if there were something more they could do to help in here. Sadistic had said their bodies were dissolved like the losers had. Perhaps they were being stored somewhere in here? But where to begin searching? Aside from the tree, the area was totally featureless. Goddamn it though, Nail would rather try than just give up. He called out to all the losers from the previous matches. "Everyone! I've got the feeling that their loved ones suffered the same fate we did. They might be in here with us. How about we go see if we can find them?" Edited by Nail Strafer, Feb 15 2010, 03:24 PM.
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| Red Ranger Eater | Feb 20 2010, 04:04 PM Post #53 |
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*Attacks you directly*
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"Lay.....a finger......on....me.......and you.......will...........die....You.....will.....let me.....be." Was all Vanadium managed to choke out in a cloud of interference and static as Nail came closer to him. Even in the face of certain destruction, Vanadium still kept an air of superiority. He had a plan in mind, and it would require that he stay where he was, and not give in to the numerous prompts to initiate stasis for repairs. Meanwhile, the electrical surges sparking from his damaged circuits continued to pump the space titanium deposits with energy, causing them to pulsate and glow a purple hue. The bubbling pool of gleaming ooze that was seeping through a shattered fragment of Vanadium's right arm was beginning a mysterious chain-reaction with the ebony sand of the void. Even while all of this was happening, Vanadium couldn't help but laugh weakly at his dilemma. His entire body was as black and twisted as the void, circuits, some severed, others still weakly connected, protruded from various breaches. Two of his electricity-storing spines had broken off like they were twigs and surges of lightning shot forth from the fracture points. 'how did it come to this?' He thought to himself as he stared motionless into the black earth. |
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| Lord Bowie | Feb 27 2010, 04:46 AM Post #54 |
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What is the difference between a duck?
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The sky in the void began to overlay with a deep red as Sadistic laughed, lavishing in the competitors mental anguish over their own actions with the round now nearing its end. His now irritatingly obvious chuckles reverberated through the void, pinging off walls that weren't there. "Yess Yess YESSSSSSSSS! I just love lose-lose situations when I get to spectate." His antics are bothersome at this.. it makes you wish there was a remote that could change the channel the sky was tuned into. |
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Saff Profile // Kam Profile // Sadistic Profile Stop by my art thread ----------------------------------------------- SUPER DA PAGE WARNING: Above Post May Contain Sarcastic/Harsh/Stupid/Offensive/Idiotic/Blasphemous Content. Deal With It. ______________ What's the difference between a champion and a challenger.. a challenger is trying to become, a champion became. | |
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| Red Ranger Eater | Feb 27 2010, 06:48 PM Post #55 |
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*Attacks you directly*
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"hheeeeeeghhhh! That.....Sadistic...is an....annoyance." Spat Vanadium, who was at the present moment, fighting to keep his consciousness. In his mind he knew that he only needed to keep himself aware for several seconds more, and should he waver and succumb to the cracked messages displaying across his HUD, his plan, and his life on a grander scale, would end in ruin. Though his vision had been severely crippled after his assault on the tree, Vanadium could vaguely piece together the sight of the bubbling pool of purple ooze moving sporadically through the ebony ocean of sand that blanketed the void, leaving a neon trail in its wake. "yessss, that's it." Vanadium muttered under his breath. The arcs of lightning cascading from Vanadium's fractured electric spikes was still infusing the space titanium deposits with excess energy, these same arcs provided a perfect trail for the ooze to follow, which it did. Not too long after that, the ooze arrived at it's final destination, the space titanium deposits. With silent precision, the ooze coated each glowing chunk of ore in succession, then, using the electric energy stored within them, converted them to a liquid form that combined with the ooze. Following all of these events, the metallic pool of liquid returned to it's creator with an unexpected third ingredient, a large deposit of void sand, the strange hybrid coat struck him dead on and diffused to various places on his body. The changes happening were easily visible, the fractured lightning spines were capped to prevent further unsafe discharge, damaged circuits were repaired and the puncture wounds were covered. The glass dome on his head, too badly damaged, had the remaining glass sections distributed around his skull in menacingly sharp fractals and his visor was repaired thanks to the sand deposits. When all was done, the remaining ooze dried up, leaving his form emblazoned with a strange black detailing. Vanadium felt the effects instantly, he knew that some of his power had returned but he couldn't place an exact percentage, so he consulted his on-board computer. "ugh, computer, display to me my current statistics." He said weakly as he succeeded in getting on his knees. "Current Vitals signs read as follows: Power reserves at 64% Energy reserves at 57% Armor strength at 50% Structural integrity at 81%." Vanadium mulled over the results and decided they were adequate. "That will do, for now" "Minimization of reckless activity advised for productive recharge." "Don't worry, I'm done with that, it didn't get me anywhere. If I'm to get out of here in one piece, I'll have to think more prudently, I will have to keep my temper, I will have too..." The intense strain in trying to push out the final words was worse in his mind than anything Sadistic could throw at him. "I will have to....seek assistance from the organics." A lightheaded feeling gripped the robotic tyrant and he collapsed once more into the ebon sand, deep in the cold grip of stasis lock, the effects of his condition finally taking their toll on him. |
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| RabidChoco | Mar 10 2010, 08:31 PM Post #56 |
Sandopolis Act 2
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"No... So... close," Taylor could be heard whimpering as he realized he had lost. "She's gone. I never should have left her..." He seemed to be wrapped up in his own grief. "What could I have been thinking?" |
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| Red Ranger Eater | Mar 21 2010, 01:54 PM Post #57 |
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a slight hum was heard as Vanadium's internal systems returned to their normal functions. The purple neon that had faded when he went into stasis lock began to glow bright again. He slowly got to his feet and forced himself to take a few steps, stumbling as a child does when it first learns to walk. Vanadium's trouble did not stem from lack of experience, but more importantly, his systems were still a bit out of whack from earlier. "Never in my entire 3 years of existence have I had to endure such horridly ridiculous conditions. That Sadistic thinks that he can do what he pleases and get away without punishment. He will be in quite a surprise to find out just how wrong he is." Finally able to walk without falling over every five seconds. Vanadium stumbled upon a new face to him. No doubt the most recent victim of Sadistic's deranged plotting. "What's eating at you, organic?" He said in a most disrespectful manner. Vanadium was in no mood to care about such petty things as respect. |
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| RabidChoco | Mar 24 2010, 08:38 AM Post #58 |
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"He upped the ante. Brought in the one person I would have... no, scratch that, did sacrifice everything to keep out of this kind of thing... And with her life on the line... I lost," Taylor said. "My life... and my daughter... I suppose I've nothing left to lose now." He stood up, wiped his face with his sleeve, and started yelling. "Alright, listen up! This is our last chance. We have to bust out of this place now, or we're stuck here forever. I don't expect you to do this because I say so, I expect you've all got your own reasons for getting back to the land of the living. But me... I gotta get me some payback for Abby. Who's ready to fight for their lives?" |
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| Red Ranger Eater | Apr 23 2010, 06:58 PM Post #59 |
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"Spare me the petty speech, fleshling, I have no "life" to fight for, I only desire to exact my revenge on that bastard, Sadistic. Seeing as how I cannot break free of this accursed prison, however, I am now forced to seek your aid. I have exhausted any possible form of escape from this place, so you will have to figure it out, you organics seem to have a knack for it." By this time, Vanadium's internal systems had leveled out and he was back to normal functioning. Materiallizing hi left energy saber, he pointed in the direction that provided the best hope for escape. "I have been picking up strange reading from that sector ever since I reactivated. Until now I was in no condition to investigate, but now that I am in working order again, it is there we must go." |
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