Earnest Evans

Massive Multiversal Crossover

So, I suppose Autumn will be stuck in orbit for a while as she gently eases her way through the atmosphere? Wouldn't want to burn up in re-entry.

Massive Multiversal Crossover

<Snipped quote by VitaVitaAR> I was reading this as being that the request for support was made but nobody was available yet.

@TheFake

Wait, but then what's that squad of UMMA soldiers doing there if the request for support hasn't been responded to? Heck, who could have requested support? This is a villain-versus-villain scenario!

Protectors of the Multiverse - Interest Check

You have my attention. Are you going to post an example CS? Also, what type of multiverse would it be like? Would it be like Star Trek or Magic: The Gathering?

@Melkor

I will make an example CS once the thread comes up. In regards to how the multiverse works, I'm thinking it'd be something like an hourglass-figure. On one end, there are the inherently idealistic universes like Gurren Lagann, where sufficient motivation can manipulate reality just as strongly as any magic. On the other end, there are the more cynical and fatalistic universes like old-fashioned Norse mythology, where things are significantly more clear-cut, and all things work cyclically. In the middle are the "Ideal Universes", ones very close to how our reality works, where self-made men exist, but reality works in rigid ways. Understandably, this RP will be largely set in the middle universes, and will probably delve deep into your character's personal philosophies on what, exactly, is the Ideal Universe.

Protectors of the Multiverse - Interest Check

Wow, so many players! I'll have the full thread up by the end of tomorrow.

Massive Multiversal Crossover

I don't fully understand why Autumn's coming down to Siberia. The strike team didn't request support. In fact, they hadn't even found anything yet. As far as I'm aware, the UMMA team is still sitting around in a hallway, trying to make room for eachother.

Invasion 2019

Suddenly, a barrage of beeps and tones thundered through the radio. "[What?! What's happening to the radio? Petrov, why are you writing on a piece of paper?]" Kelvin cried, as Petrov feverishly scribbled on a notepad. "[It's morse code, sir! It says... hm.]" "[What's it say? Petrov, you know I can't read morse!]" "[I AM MAX STOP. THE INVADERS VASTLY OVERESTIMATED THEIR VEHICLE'S STRUCTURAL INTEGRITY STOP. COMMUNIST SCUM, PRY ME FROM THIS METALLIC COFFIN STOP.]" There was a pregnant pause. Kelvin cleared his throat. "['Communist scum'?]" "[Yes, that's what they said. I--I guess our support didn't know to avoid the barricade on their way in. Should we go get him?]" "[After our rendezvous just stirred up hell? Trouble never comes alone!]" Kelvin shouted upwards, towards the roof. "[Adamska! Do you see anything?]" A stringy voice sounded down from the ceiling. This voice must have been Adamska's. "[I can see a pile of glowing blue wreckage sweeping the streets! Other than that, no!]" Kelvin nodded. "[Good. Pack up your rifle, Adamska, it's time to move along. That pile of wreckage is our point man. The rendezvous point has been moved, it seems.]"

Massive Multiversal Crossover

Looking Belkar up... That's kind of misjudging them. I think we've seen from the various NPC's especially that there's some people they just managed to recruit and some people who have their own not-so-bad goals and motivations. I mean, sure, there's some pretty nasty people in Shadow Eternity, but that's not all of them. They're a villainous organization but that doesn't mean every single member is chaotic evil and a lover of killing or something. There's anti-villains and stuff, too.

@VitaVitaAR

It'd be easier to portray them as reasonable humans if they weren't written as baby-murdering psychopaths who shoot one another for daring to think about surrendering. As it stands, a majority of you guys' portrayals of SE mooks are as faceless robots with fewer morals than the Daleks.

Massive Multiversal Crossover

Neo-Umbrella Parking Lot, Siberia "So you're saying that you need three keys to unlock the main door? Why?!" "I don't fucking know!" "Alright, whatever. The guys already know what to do, thanks to your boss's weird tendencies to write top-secret information down in an easy-to-access place. You've been real helpful, I-- Hold on a moment, please." Julius Aldo stared at the console on the side of the pod. Several immediately-noticeable subspace signatures showed up somewhere in the facility's first sub-basement. Julius re-encrypted his radio's transmissions, alerting the rest of the commandos that they should follow suit. "We've got a squad-sized incursion. Judging by the signature strength, I'd say UMMA or UMMA offshoot. Avoid using all equipment above tech-tier 0.5, and be ready to provide cover story "Morning S.T.A.R.S.". Prepping cover now!" Julius entered a complicated sequence into the console, as a small transmitter atop the drop pod activated. Thanks to the wonders of Smart Matter, the initially-opaque coloring and decals shifted and changed color. What used to be black was now speckled shades of white and grey, clearly mimicking winter camouflage. The barely-noticeable Shadow Eternity logo located on the shoulder changed to rank-appropriate insignias fitting the army of the Russian Federation. Jack Morgan nodded grimly as he spoke to the rest of the squad. "We'll make it through this, bloodshed or no. We are Mother Russia's finest soldiers, and we will not allow these Neo-Umbrella monsters to ravage our fair country! Hampus and Clifford, we'll need you to either get handcuffed or act as Roamer-like as possible. And remember: nothing but Russian."

Massive Multiversal Crossover

Ok if there's no Ork tomorrow I'll post for both chars as fast as possible. Been occupied with freaking train strikes. No biggie, been following everything via my phone.

@Savato

I'd probably wait two days for Arragoz. It seems to me that his player isn't very active period, so it's not exactly strange for him to go a ways before posting again.

Invasion 2019

Kelvin Adamska peered out the window of his squad's forward base, into the barren streets of Tel Aviv. The movie theater they were hiding in was surprisingly well-fortified, owing to its stone outer walls and steel inner workings. The plushy seats in the lobby served as excellent makeshift beds, and were just heavy enough to be useful for blocking the doors. In a far-off corner of the room, one of Kelvin's soldiers sat in front of a radio, transmitting vital tactical data back to the tactical operations centre. "[TOC, this is forward team 2. No sign of hostiles yet. No report back from penal forces yet. Awaiting further instructions.]" Penal forces, Kelvin thought, rolling the words around in his mind like a sore wound. Instead of rounding up all those ISIS bastards and executing them for the good of civilization, we gave them back their guns and told them to fight for us. Hell, their mere presence is what's forcing us to stick our necks out without any IDF support. If it weren't for those civvie-murdering ratfuck shovelheads, I wouldn't be sucking down these spare rations! Kelvin sighed, and turned to his radio operator. He spoke in his native language, knowing that he was in the company of his countrymen. "[Anything new, Petrov]?" Kelvin asked, expecting nothing more than what he'd been given the last fifteen times he asked. "[Nothing, sir.]" Petrov responded, cracking his neck as he always did in these high-stress situations. "[What do you think is going on with those ISIS bedwetters?]" "[Who knows. With any luck, they've scouted out the area and are on their way back.]" "[Pfft, sure. My bet is they've found themselves a party of refugees and are looking for a little 'pay-back' for the last five years]." "[Petrov, be careful of what you're saying. The high command is always listening in! One more quip like that, and they might send you off with the Americans to serve as alien bait!]" "[Good! I'd rather be hiding in a crater on the frontlines than reclaiming fifty-two kilometers of this damned city!]" Kelvin left Petrov to his own devices, and returned to the window. He was supposed to meet up with some freaks fresh out of NATO's most recent attempts at turning the tide. Kelvin secretly hoped that they'd at least know where he could score some more pills and fine Israeli выпивка.