Burger

Ultralight

Well hot damn, I didn't expect the IC to move that fast lol. I'll have another post up soon. I got a day off tomorrow so I'll probably be able to use some time to get a post up then, but we will see what happens.

@Concept

Don't feel the need to immediately post after every reply. It's more so that I don't get slammed with replying to everyone in one day and burning out + gives people who want to have more balanced conversations more balanced conversations.

And I'm still reeling from E3. Take me home, Todd Boy.

Ultralight

As Cassian tried to gain the attention of Magpie, the shuffling inside of the bathroom stopped for a moment. At first, there was no response. For an awkward amount of time, there was some banging, spilling of water, and pain-filled expletives that came from within. Finally, the door partially opened. There emerged a Magpie, clean but not dry. Her hair was still sopping, dripping outside of the washroom as she leaned her head out.

"Well, what's there to know? What it is or what it do?" She stated, her voice was laced with a venom of disinterest and disrespect. "Thing's a skinless freak. Its arms were less arm and more blade. Like if someone sliced beneath your elbow and replaced those with swords or something. Tore 'em off so you don't have to deal with them. Moved weird, too. It had bad control over its body, but it was still freakishly fast. Hard to read."

After sharing the basics, Magpie's face became a bit more serious. She seemed to have some difficulties recalling what had happened."One of the cops shot it for a bit. It healed up from those. Besides healing, it ain't very durable. Felt like an ordinary human. Weaker, even. You guys can probably deal with it. Probably."

Her head retracted back into the washroom and the sounds of washing up resumed.

Ultralight

Mm, I don't think it's rude. I'm a bit used to text walls, so I didn't catch it.

Ultralight

@Lotrix Molick Looks hella refined now writing-wise. A bit hard to read because there's only single enters instead of double enters.

You're good to move her to the char tab and start, just remember to add a few extra enters so it's easier on the eyes.

accidentally hit post so you don't get pinged by this, big oofie

@Phantomlink959 Yes, Worm is the hooded guy alone. He's an unfamiliar face to all of you. He's not in the character tab yet because nothing about him is really known at this point, besides that he's called worm and is cloaked.

Also don't worry about length.

"Judge a man not by the length of his 'post' but the quality."

Abraham Lincoln said that.

Ultralight

Alright, the IC is up. Feel free to ask any question IC. Next phase will start the sortie against the armless wonder.

Ultralight

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_{Prologue: Inevitabilities}

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Midnight was always a quiet time for Cider's safehouse. Contractors, while usually plentiful during the day, often lurked the streets at night with identities shrouded by the veil of nightlife. Those who didn't participate in partying their troubles and cash away often spent their time hunting the horrors that oft appeared in the dark. There was, however, a few stragglers that would spend their time relaxing at the easy.

Besides a cloaked figure drinking alone, the only others were the Ana and Cider. Ana was, like always, in her corner. Without paying attention to her surroundings, she frantically drew with her messy pastels. On the wall beside her were all of her pictures that seemed of value. The more chaotic pictures were cacophonies of pastel and were hidden away. Not a single hint of white would be left on the page. The more lucid drawings were displayed proudly. Childish interpretations of locales and monstrosities were often paired together. This wall often behaved like a bounty board with drawings only removed when a similar horror was slain.

The drawings only consisted of three figures. A crudely drawn, pink figure with arms that stretched from shoulder to floor; a very large figure with what seemed to be black hair, a large coat, and a red line smeared horizontally across their face; and a smaller-but-still-large figure that was a bizarre spilling of greys and browns to create a hardy persona.

Cider was, like usual, crouched beside Ana. Besides when a patron called or something required cleaning, she spent her time calmly talking to Ana. Besides the subtlest of nods or shakes, Ana was unable to form any kind of response. Cider, even though she knew this, would continue to talk to Ana for hours to reassure her in order to make her feel safe. The two seemed to have their own language—one that any observer could only hear half of.

The safe house was quiet and relaxing. The usual rowdy crowd was gone and the place was practically empty. It was calm and serene. Until Magpie came back, at least.

At first, it was a few heavy stomps and weird grunts. It started almost inaudible, but it grew louder until she was right outside the door. Without any pause, the door swung open.
"Fuck!" A wounded Magpie screamed.

Her entire body was drenched in stale blood, her jacket crackling as she moved. Her face was, despite the blood and look of pain, was unharmed. Her hands were the same way. In fact, the only part of her that seemed injured were her legs. Her tree-trunk like legs had managed to become even bigger. Covered in shallow wounds, her legs were incredibly swollen. Not a single trace of her original skin color was visible—it was either a vivid red or a deep purple.

Cider, after an initial shock, ran away from Ana to grab whatever first aid she could. Ana didn't even seem to notice. By the time that a constantly cussing Magpie took off her blood-soaked outerwear and sat down on a loose chair, Cider was ready with enough supplies to open a clinic. She placed a large basin beneath Magpie's feet and began to wash the blood off with water and alcohol.

"What happened to you, Mags?" Cider said, her eyes widened out of concern.

"That fucking thing was," Magpie replied with a grunt of pain and annoyance, "fucking annoying!"

"So that thing is still alive?" Cider's eyes narrowed, discontent that Mags was hurt for no reason.

"Yea. I got his arms though. Shitty thing just won't die."

"Got his arms?"

"Ripped them off. Shithead didn't even notice. Head was bolted on and covered in metal or—urgh—something. Bullets did nothing. Barely moved when I kicked it. Tried to smash its skull through that shit... Did it for a while... Didn't work."

"Why...? Nevermind. Rest up, Mags. Don't push yourself. I don't want you to end up a statistic."

"...Remember what you told me when I started? 'Nice people...' "

" 'Are the first to die in this city.' Yea."

"Can't die before you."

"I guess not."

By the time their conversation was over, Magpie's legs were cleaned and bandaged. She was off to the sole bathroom to try to wash the rest of the blood off of her body. Cider was disheartened. A worried look had shown itself.

"Whatever this thing is," Cider took the attention of everyone in this room, "we have to stop it. Whatever this thing is, it's tough. Magpie couldn't beat it. Please, all of you here, this is a new job. It's urgent. Located in the 9th Industrial Ward at the Tetsu Foundry is our target. We bought out some EDENPOL officers to evacuate and contain the area, but we don't have them forever. We can't let this thing get out. If you have any questions, don't hesitate to ask Mags, Worm, or me but time is of the essence. Get ready for a sortie."

Arena Chat Thread

You know, nothing is stopping you from doing all of that without the site's support.

Ranking system? Okay. But for those who want to be ranked.
Create a basic rulebook? Okay. But don't force it on people who don't want to use it.
Teams? Let those who want teams to make teams. Make rules for them. But don't force it on people who don't want them.
Gauntlet? Okay. For those who want it.
Hall of Fame? Just make a hall of fame thread.

Creating a forced rulebook is a fundamentally bad idea because then everyone has to conform with someone else's system. It's no longer two people agreeing upon terms; it's two people forced to agree to a third party's terms. Nothing is stopping you from making a rulebook and then encouraging people to use it, or use it yourself even. Don't impose systems on people who don't want to use them. It's like if the tabletop section could only use 5e.

Complaining about infrastructure when you have all the tools you need to build that infrastructure is like dying of thirst because you're too lazy to draw water from a well. Make it rather than saying someone else should. You have the ideas down, all that matters now is execution.

Literally the only thing you'd need would be a single pinned thread. But as Mobius proved, you don't even need that to host a big event.

Put your money where your mouth is, make a league, and prove me wrong. I'll be waiting and I'll be glad if you prove me to be some random uninvited dumbass who doesn't participate in arena.

Ultralight

I'm not a stickler for length of a backstory. A good way to get some finer details down is by asking a few core questions.

What events turned them into who they are?
What personal stakes do they have from the events?
What drives them?
What traits did they acquire along the way?
Scars, missing arms, what story do those tell?

A thing that I noticed is that you explained away your skills in the capabilities. You could instead use the backstory to explain how they have what they have.

I'm not looking for exact details. More along the lines of justification to who they are. You can heavily imply things that you don't want to tell.

But it's looking good so far.

And JUST IN CASE, you will have a few days more after the IC goes up because weekly posts. Tho it would be good to get it in sooner rather than later.

Ultralight

@Tojin@Lotrix Molick
IC will most likely start on Saturday, so you should think about finishing up your character.

Ultralight

Pfft, I liked my picture. I'm fine with a written description or a picture though lol.

@Concept

Daniel Wu shan't be used for his visage is sacred.