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2 yrs ago
Current BERSERK LIVES
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2 yrs ago
1 year later... Still in denial. Also trying to set up a discord server.
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3 yrs ago
Still in denial about Berserk. Also RL made me busy.
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3 yrs ago
"Insert witty quote here"
3 yrs ago
If there is anyone out there... could you please tweak the RNG of the world?

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I think I will do my nice action of the day and salvage one character... The parts in Italics are the edits.

Approved by Bee.

Nice corpse looting there, m8t.
Honestly, I don't care

The "Ha ha ha I AM SUPER STRONK PEW PEW" was getting tiring fast, honestly.

Warm me when they decide to fish out Mugen for something from the underworld. Or whatever.
Blowing up cities? Not in my watch.

Mugen out.
Mugen


@CaptainSully@Weird Tales@supertinyking@Eviledd1984@TheForgottenArc

Mugen barely had time to react as she saw the oncoming blast. Thinking quickly, she charged as much ki as she could in a last ditch effort to staunch the collosal energy wave towards her. Even if grazed her, the impact was enough to send her plummetting, her arms mangled and charred, towards the ground. She didn't emit a sound, as she much gasped for air when she hit the asphalt hard and fast.

I should've known better. Why are you even doing this Mugen? You're a bon vivant. You are a bandit. A rogue, shouldn't be playing the heroine. I mean, most people don't even notice you... She gritted her teeth, as she stood on her feet again, her arms unusable. Shit She reeled, as she used her ki sense where her other senses failed to pick up the fight. It's working. We are chipping his stamina down by wolfing on it. But if it uses an explosive attack all at on... did he just kick Sam on its strongest stance towards a building? That is...too strong. She reeled as she focused her ki once more.

Can't run away. Kojiro wasn't that much of an ass. I like the third street crepe stand. Hell, I am a bandit, but that's because i enjoy the freedom of it all. The beauty... And I'd hate to see it becoming ash. Mugen prowled on, noticing the sharp sense of ki. Oh, no no no no... She gritted her teeth. Nobody could take that on... and survive.

But if someone didn't do anything... Well, her favorite crepe stand would be a crater. She focused. The first technique she ever learned. Shapeshifting. The ability to change her body shape and size... but with the caveat the toughness would be the same. She grew and grew, becoming a pot of collosal size, as Raditz charged his attack.

I am Mugen of the Mist. I confound. I make attacks miss. I steal the smiles of people. I bring hope to where is despair. I am the bandit king. And a king sees to his subjects. Mugen stood pround, as she shunted the entire attack with her body, now transformed in a gigantic pot of sturdy metal.

The attack ravage her body, undoing the transformation. Half of her face was gone. Her left arm was no more. A large section of her stomach was burnt, and the organs were charred beyond belief. Still, in her chapped bloody lips, she smiled, her sorry sight losing energies before Raditz.

"Real power my ass, monkey fucker... can barely kill a weak woman." She said, as her energies finally failed, life escaping from her body.

"I was tired of this shit Kojiro. See ya... bring me crepes next time, okay?" She sent a last telepathic message to her acquaintance, cold and numbness spreading through her body.
Burner of Battalions


...or simply Bob


There were 595,244,321.5 unique and striking crystals on the lattice of the physical barrier that was chaining the mineral alien to the ground firmly. It knew, because it had enough time to count all of them. It had also began to name them. Some of them were aesthetically pleasing, so it used Kaisoeki pet names of them. Some of them were hideous, bent and malformed, so it used fleshbag names on them. It was like watching a telenovella, seeing the lattices vibrate with eachother as like a tiny cosmical army kept Bob in place without floating.

What was once a barrier, it had become several. It had wanderlust, for it had been betrayed and given to the Ascendence of Fleshbags as a token of peace. What a fleeting thing. One would say that the universe was peaceful, but Bob knew better. Amidst the harsh spaces of vacuum, raging infernos of celestial forges raveled and unraveled the threads of creation nonstop. Peace was but an illusion. And unraveling was fun. Too bad that the fleshbags were no good sports at all. And when it overcame its defenses to do what it seemed its vocation, screams and barriers soon followed. So now, like one of those small vapid children the humans called jewels, it was locked in a crystalline vault made by hideous malformed lattices of several kinds jumbled together.

They called it Vault. And it was surrounded by "warning signs" and "forcefields". It was encased in it. It remembered it of the other denizen it could ever hope to relate to. A consciousness sealed in a crystalline matrix carved with imperfections. It was called Realist. An alien intelligence that Kaisoeki would struggle to relate, but still relatable, for it had regularities, unlike the ever-changing atom strands of those slurry beings called humans. The way they existed in perpetual flux... was disgusting. It did not even understand how they were able to hold coherent thought, as their cognitive lattices were more liquid coolant that actual hard crystal. And the hard crystal parts they had, were only used as supports for their moist chemical mishmash they called organs.

It felt like vibrating with extreme disgust, but then it noticed other vibrations than itself. Something was happening. It wondered if Realist was okay.

Crystal lifeforms should support one another, should not they?
Raditz is now Spiky McMonkey.
Mugen


@CaptainSully@Weird Tales@supertinyking@Eviledd1984@TheForgottenArc

"Are you a broken record or something? Did that murder monkey alien hit you many times in your head?" Mugen replied. The stranger frankly speaking, creeped her out. It had no ki presence, like a corpse, and there was this talk about absorbing energy so he could fight the new menace. Really? Really? What guaranteed her that the newcomer wouldn't instead run away? Also he was touching places a man should not touch a lady if he were polite.

Mugen let a long sigh. "I am fine. But if you think i will fall for this mighty saviour crap, you have mistaken me for an easy girl. Now hands off, shoo shoo!" She urged as she got away from his grasp. There had been a side benefit. At least he had taken the hits. Not that she had ever asked.

The plan had worked well. Well, maybe too well, given how the powerful alien had been sent face first against the ground ... and then attacked her peers. Mayhaps... there is a chink in his formidable power. Mugen quickly thought. She needed to step up the game, throw whatever dirty blow at the creature, hoping to create a large opening to bring him down. Even a swarm of butterflies could push a man down a cliff with the right moves.

She ascended, her ki concentrating. She wanted him to notice her. "OI! Spiky McMonkey! I see that you like being rowdy and games. Have you ever played this one, dear?" She paused. "It's called, you destroy my shit... I destroy your shit!" She grinned wickedly. And then she took off. Running from the battlefield.

Towards the impact site of the capsule and Raditz's ticket out of the planet.

Come on, be angry!, be infuriated!, and don't notice how Beefcake sam and the others will stab you in your back.
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