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Call me Doc. I'm open to just about every form of roleplay at any time, so if you want to have some fun just toss a P.M my way.

I do prefer RM, URM, or low tier fights, with human or peak human hand-to-hand and swords & sandals being my speciality.
Challenge me to a match just any old time!

Arena Characters: http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/87852-docs-characters-no-posting/ooc#post-3105991

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@Terminal

Donny knew how to live life. You had to take it one step at a time, all the while knowing where your destination lay. Each step had to be sure, for pitfalls can hide in the most unlikely of places. There was another lesson Donny had taken to heart early on, and it did not wax poetic; we are punished for what we cannot imagine. As Donny watched the fantastic Neapolitan setting through the tinted window, he was quick to realize that he was now either a part of some elaborate prank, or had somewhere along the line suffered a misstep on the path of life. With steady deliberation, Donny slowly slid out his pack of Camels and poked one cigarette into the crook of his mouth, but did not light it. Not yet. He eased back against his seat by the window, a good seat from which he could idly survey the other passengers in their entirety without placing any in his blind spot. Donny believed in the five senses. They were what preserved man before man was civilized, and in Donny's opinion, civilization was an illusion. He inhaled deeply through his nose, picking out any unusual scents. He watched the silhouettes of those around him, listening carefully to anything that was said but remaining quite silent himself. He heard the ticking of the driver, noted that it might be a bomb, but was just as quick to dismiss the notion. In there lay another old Donny saying; don't mistake a horse for a zebra. If an assassin was clever enough to obtain a robot chauffeur, he'd certainly not waste such a thing by blowing it up with something so tactless and obsolete as a ticking bomb. Of course a zebra can be painted to look like a horse, but Donny wasn't about to lunge out of a moving vehicle like a retard and skid into a crowd of freaks on account of a passing theory.

Entirely ignoring the very suspicious beverages, Donny succeeded in finally getting a good look at the other guests as waves of Sunny D spilled over them. There was a woman on the short side, a doctor, what looked to be a trio of teenagers, and a knight in armor. Donny paused and went over the last one again. A knight in armor. He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. A clenching knot in his gut foretold that this was going to be a shitty day.

@Terminal

I'm down.


Afraid I'm backing out. Been too sick lately to work up the creative juices.
@ImportantNobody

Nillie succeeded in breaking the pig's neck, and as she lay on her belly, she'd be able to hear the muffled, dying squeaks of the Pig of Progeny as it was slowly smothering under her, many of its little bones broken.

Nillie might then notice a little girl standing several feet away, ankle deep in dead rodents. She stared traumatized at Nillie, a single tear running down her cheek. She had witnessed the murder of countless fuzzy pets.
@ImportantNobody

Dead pig bodies flew into the air as debris when Nillie landed, a few still pelting the hairy mat afterwards as she succeeded in grabbing a pig. But if and when she pulled it away, she'd see that it wasn't the one that had hit her in the face. The Pig of Progeny would have undergone a mitotic split right before it was grabbed, materializing out from a differently-colored clone as it darted backwards with the intent of scurrying into Nillie's shirt!

If it succeeded it'd begin burrowing around in her clothes, making bubbly little chutting noises all the while. Meanwhile, the Guinea in Nillie's hands would begin wheeking madly as it flew into a vicious DOOM SPASM. It twitched and jerked with lunatic violence, aided by the powerful supernatural propulsion that allowed it to accelerate to 120 mph. It's claws and buck teeth gnashed and slashed at Nillie's hands in a bid to make her let go so that it could unleash a furry fury upon her face!


@ImportantNobody

There was one survivor. The pig of progeny. It shot out of the blue, a squeaking nemesis! It intended to slap heartily into Nillie's face and begin scrabbling with its claws, seeking to rake at her skin as it wheedled out a fierce series of squeaks!
Just do whatever you want. This particular fight, I'm doing purely for entertainment. I feel like a suitable resolution involves Nillie winning, but damned if it isn't fun to play a hoard of flying Guinea pigs.
@ImportantNobody

The full armada of pigs, now 460 strong, flew after Nillie as several clouds. They'd be gaining on her despite her speed, and for every second she spent climbing, they'd double yet again.

However...

If Nillie went high enough, she might notice a few here and there dropping out of the sky due to oxygen deprivation. If she herself was able to keep going far enough, she'd be able to kill off mass amounts from the cold and lack of air. They were like lemmings, too dumb to know it was a trap.
@ImportantNobody

There were now 216 of the varmints, but their numbers were sliced as the first volley of Nillie's attack took out 61 of them. If they weren't so spread out, she might have been able to nail more. Then they doubled yet again, resulting in 330 pigs. A full hundred of them bum rushed Nillie from all angles, whistling and chirping with the need for revenge. It'd be like getting pelted by dozens of ball shooting machines at once! Their ballistic little furry bodies bounced off of whatever they hit before falling lifeless to the ground, some spiraling limply into the sky. It might have been darkly humorous had it not been so painful.
@ImportantNobody

As Nillie did her analyzing, she'd see the pigs double again so that 110 of the buggers were zipping around like a swarm of fuzzy, squeaking bees. Nillie succeeded in hitting a swath of pigs that had been sweeping through the sky in a V formation twenty strong. As they died, it seemed to enrage many of the remaining pigs!

fifteen of the rodents shot out towards Nillie, seven of them on her left, seven pincering in from the right, and one rocketing forth head on for Nillie's torso.
If a second had passed between Nillie's assault on the V formation and her reaction to the pig pincer, then before impact the Uniformity would double again, and suddenly she'd be on the verge of encountering a quadruple claw barrage! seven pigs aiming for each leg, seven coming in at either flank, and two charging towards her face and solar plexus, respectively.

By now the area would be drowned in squeaks, whistles, chirps, and burbles. Pigs were going down chimneys, bumping into each other in air and on ground, tumbling off of trees, peeking out of rain gutters, smashing through windows, and generally doing guinea pig things.
People were fleeing from their homes, screaming. One man had a docile pig on his head as he ran past, and tears of fear streaming down his cheeks.

It seemed that despite it all, the pigs didn't quite have a hive mind. Or perhaps they did, but it didn't last too long because of their short attention spans. It was probably possible to make them mad enough to all attack at once, but for the most part Nillie only had to worry about splinter groups. That, and the possibility of the pigs multiplying to such a degree that it'd become numerically impossible to deal with them all.
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