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@TheWizardLizard

Questions.

1) Tenses. Are we supposed to assume that we're using third-person for this RP like people normally do in this forum?

2) If the players aren't allowed to play multiple roles, I'm assuming that you, the GM, will be playing multiple chracters in order to ensure that there is a catalyst for the plot to keep moving?
So far, we have a were-dragon, a stand user, two relatively normal guys with relatively normal powers, a thicc woman and a literal abomination against nature.

Great.

@TheWizardLizard

Thanks for the note by the way but were you just okay with me just world-building an organisation right out of the bat with my CS? I was unsure when I was typing that CS whether that would ruin collaboration or not.
hemes: Bio-Punk, Science Fiction, Isolation, To What Measure is a Human Being?



Made this up in one day. Probably going to work on it later.
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Anachronism makes the world go round.

<Snipped quote by The Bork Lazer>
Sure, of course, naturally.

But there is a difference between a Ninja and a Godlike Entity that throws multiple supernovas as their standard attack.

At the beginning of the story, the background threat of the tailed beasts is the actual Godzilla threshold I was referring to, the sort of cataclysmic force that signifies the ultimate eventual threat of the story. The core appeal of the story though is young ninjas in training going on adventures, getting into ninja battles, and showing off flashy/mystical abilities. That core appeal basically remained the same, at least to begin with, shortly after the time-skip.

At some point, that core appeal was traded away in an escalating series of power-plays until the story is no longer about Ninjas doing Ninja stuff and becomes more about people screaming at each other while they charge up massive energy rays (hence the comparison to Dragon Ball Z). In the later parts of the story, even the mountain-destroying demon fox becomes comparatively trivialized.

Which was what my question was getting at. Some people may prefer the direction the later parts of the story took, I personally prefer the parts of the story back when it was still about tricksy Ninja with more subdued mystic arts getting into fights and out-scheming one another, and I was asking which direction this particular story would take.


I do agree with that but one major thing about Kishimoto is that despite all of the gratuitous power levels in the story, most of the major victories in the manga are due to using those biggatons intelligently like a ninja rather than going into DBZ-esque beam struggles.

Say for example, the fight between Naruto and Pain. The fight is ultimately won, not by Naruto going into Nine-Tails Mode, but by using his intelligence, massive usage of shadow clones, abusing Pain's 5 second timer for Shinra Tensei to activate and just pure effort instead of pure power.

Sasuke vs Deidara. One of the most tactical fights in the series that ends in Deidara failing to kill Sasuke after doing a extremely accurate cosplay of Little-Boy.

There are many more examples of fights in the manga, especially post-timeskip, where intelligence comes into play more often rather than power. Kakashi v Pain. Kakashi v Obito. Minato v Obito. Kakazu v Naruto. And many more that I don't remember.

Naruto veers into this nonsensical power-level territory from time to time but it never relies on it completely, even with the ridiculous power creep in the Shipudden era of the manga. Though I do agree with you on the point that the power creep takes away from the overall core premise of the franchise, I disagree with the fact that Naruto went brawn over brains throughout the manga.

Anyway, on the topic of the RP, @Odin, I'll be stating my interest for now but depending on how RL stuff goes, it will affect whether or not I can join this RP.
Somewhat interested, though I do have a question.

While I like the setting and premise of Naruto, I am of the opinion that the show sort of swallowed itself by crossing over the Godzilla Threshold and abruptly turned into Dragon Ball Z crossed with Evangelion, what with the giant laser beams and piloted spirit mecha and the Mind Control Moon Superweapon.

(Whoops, spoilers everyone, oh no.)

Would this RP have any of that, or would we be focusing more on the actual roots of the setting?


Well, Kishimoto did directly state that there was a giant mountain-busting fox in Chapter 1 of the manga.....

The sound of the dust-storm blowing over the heaping wreck of vehicles was absolutely ghastly. It felt as they were in the gullet of some gigantic monstrosity, slowly swallowing them whole downwards into oblivion. The sandy wind leaked through the rusty metallic frames as Sawbones remained utterly silent, tightening his grip on his trusty scalpel and the pages of the Panacea. The blistering currents of shaving sand shifted and blew through the junkyard of scrap, each grain of sand ringing off the metal with a shrilling collision, as if it were taunting him at the second. Sawbones continued to mutter prayer after prayer in assent as he lied, flat on his belly, in waiting for the right moment.

“ Oh hippo preserve me, hippo preserve me, hippo preserve me, hippo preserve me, hippo preserve me…..”

A vehicle rolled up next to his hidey hole. The sound of burning guzzoline was muffled by the screaming storm but there was no doubt about it. He stayed silent as a burning flare was dropped next to the wreck of a nearby buggy as he stayed underneath the broken-down truck. He could notice that there were several other flares following behind the main vehicle. It eluded him to how the small vehicle could stay grounded in this blithering dust-devil until he noticed the large sections of metal bars strapped down to it like an anchor. It slowly steered through the entire wreckage while dropping flares. The war-party rolled behind it, lights flashing through the grimy storm. Flares to mark out loot. Treasure. Good scavenging.

They would be discovered soon unless the Road-Warrior would intervene. There was no escaping from the raiders out in this storm, unless they wanted to be ripped to shreds. It was doubtful. Against an enemy this large and organised, they would be scrapped sooner than you could say Vahalla.

So, what to do?

Wait and lie flat on their bellies for the storm to turn over?

Or try and change their eventual fate?

There was only one thing to do now. He needed to distract them, to keep them from discovering his and the Road Warrior’s location.

“Oh, Great Hippo, may you bestow upon me your wisdom like you did with the Great Fleming…”

Sawbones shuffled out of his hiding moment, extending his upper body out into the storm for a moment. With one of his shivs in his hands, he tossed it limpidly towards the right of the trike as it collided with the hood of a desolated car with a loud clang. He scurried back underneath his makeshift shelter, coughing and hagging out sand from under his mask.
Ugh, finding your sister's pack of tarot cards and looking at the lore for this RP doesn't really help with your role-playing urges to join this RP.....
The dust storm was going to bear upon them at any second now. It was only a matter of time and whether the Great Hippo was feeling merciful today or not. Sawbones eyes looked around in a mad manner, eyeing each corpse of a vehicle and figuring out which one would be best to weather the storm out. Especially with the presence of the convoy. Raiders. Pilgrims. War-Parties. It didn’t matter to him. If they would stand in the way of his precious quest for the completion of the Panacea, then, they were all flesh and bone in his eyes. His to carve and his to mould.

Sawbones heard a wet and terrible ripping noise as Kalahan messily disembowelled and removed the young female full-lives person of her organs. He narrowed his eyes at the grievous act of shame that the Road Warrior was displaying so wantonly. Wasting all of that fertile blood and flesh just as a gambit to disguise himself. It was simply despicable. Good blood. Good blood to spread and breed blood in others. Then again, the Great Hippo had not let him survived the storm for nothing. From the looks of it, despite its simplicity, the disguise looked convincing. Maybe, he had a good idea after all.

He wouldn’t waste a good corpse like that, however. They would need a distraction if they were going to survive the storm.

Sawbones searched through the wrecks for an appropriate corpse hurriedly before spotting an half-life war-boy with sliver in his smiling teeth, his eyes closed in peace. The War-Boy was growing soft even before he died in the convoy. His skin was pallid and pale as chalk. There was a horrid tumorous growth on his chest, constricting his rib-cage and his eyes were sunken so far back into his skull that they looked almost gaunt. He looked almost recognizable to him as Sawbones popped open a scalpel and flipped him over, doing a hasty incision at his back. Wasn’t his name Slag? It didn’t matter anyway. He took a lengthy jagged piece of ripped bumper from an old buggy and rammed it in the bottom of the corpse, a foul smell emanating from the open cut. He eventually raised him upwards and propped him on the hood of a car to make it look as if he was standing in the storm. There was only the need for a little bit of clothing to complete the illusion before Sawbones examined his work.
Hopefully, the Great Hippo would bless him this time again.

The storm quickly approaching at a field’s distance now, Sawbones quickly ducked under the uprooted vessel of a burst-open buggy, digging himself firmly in the sand, underneath the rusty belly. His chin was buried in the golden sand as he closed his mouth, careful not to breath in the blistering sand. There was a small gap of light where he could see what was outside, his breathing quickening as the light was dying by the fraction…….
Sawbones was intrigued by Ransom’s request but Kalahan obviously wasn’t. The Road Warrior had whipped out a crossbow in an instant and had deemed the wanderer’s life forfeit after he had requested of the blood of the Angel Combustion. While he couldn’t give a fangin’ kidney about the life of some nobody half-life, there was a use to him. His presence, his voice….it would require more observation. Besides, having him alive was more beneficial than dead. He couldn’t risk Kalahan damaging his corpse beyond repair……

Sawbones rushed towards Kalahan, right in front of his crossbow, acting as a barrier between him and Ransom. He made sure to position himself so that the crossbow wouldn’t hit his squishy bits. But, which one to choose? Liver wasn’t really that essential….He could live with one kidney……It would be painful with one lung…..

Right in front of the kidney it was. Sawbones spoke in an even tone, raising his hands upwards towards Kalahan to placate him.

“ Road Warrior, please stay your blade! This full-life may be of more use to us alive than dead. Besides, we can just kill and dissect him afterwards if he betrays us. “

Sawbones then slowly crawled over towards Ransom, his googles hiding his lecherous gaze, as he inspected each and every part of Ransom as if he was a juicy animal, muttering under his breath. He then pointed at the side of Ransom’s neck with his scapel, poking the bulging vein playfully with the rusty sharp edge.

“ If you do want to kill him, make sure to aim for the neck. At the side. It’s where his carotid arteries are…..Organs are just so fragile after all…..”

The wind then whipped and then, began to jiggle the sand up and down as it lightly pushed down Sawbones back. Sawbones head twitched to the front, at the encroaching storm. His first reaction was to bolt down and huddle around his treasured Panacea but he stopped as he saw distinct lights irradiating out of the dense fog. Headlights. Headlights that belonged to cars. Several cars. Cars with people in it.
If it was the same raiders who nearly ended his quest of fulfilling the sacred commandments of the Great Hippo…..Sawbones pulled out his scapel and toyed with it in his hands, his bandaged mask hiding his grin.

“Would you look at that…. More practise….”

The wind began to kick up, the broken vehicles tilting to the side now, metallic yawning filling his ears. Sawbones screamed over the roar of the encroaching storm, his mask and goggles protecting his face from the particles of sand that collided with his face. It wasn’t that far now.

“ Convoy coming in with the storm! Everyone, hide behind something! Fast!”
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