Earnest Evans

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<Snipped quote by IncredibleBee>

It's also June.

@Raineh Daze

All we have to do is wait a few weeks before it's a narratively appropriate time for Christmas In July.

Massive Multiversal Crossover: Interest Check and Signups

"Santa as a pseudo-Time Lord" could work, especially if he works as a professional in any of the organizations in the RP. If weird stuff about widespread misery or lack of belief hits a world, you send in Santa Claus to sort things out.

Where people like Dlanor and Saber solve problems that need a good sword-arm, Santa solves problems that need the physical embodiment of good cheer and generosity.

Legend of Zelda: Chains of Fate RP

Hey, calling in for a roll call. It seems none of us have been around very much.

@Eklispe, @Professor_Wyvern, @Xenonia, @clanjos, @Duthguy, @Boomrocker, please let me know if you're still around.

Legend of Zelda: Chain of Fate (Risus-based Zelda RP)

It seems the RP has fallen by the wayside. Sure, you can join! We'll just have to take a roll call! in the thread!

You can feel free to make a character, but I'm not sure how many players will be around.

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Shazay Jordan, Dusty's Driver Seat, Athas

"Hey, if you don't like it, you can walk. If you really don't want to sit in the bed, I can set the tarp up, but then we're gonna have to take it down when we get to our stop."

Shazay motioned to a heavy pile of cloth, dumped towards the backside of the truck bed. It looked relatively clean, but parts of it were nearly threadbare from sand damage. It appeared to have been previously draped over an exotic-looking crate with three rotating handles.

"Unless you got anything else to bitch about, getcher ass on. We've got two jobs today, and neither of them I wanna do at noon."
The time on the radio read "6:00 AM". Athas was not a very nice place.
"Since the passenger seat's been replaced with another fuel tank, both of you're gonna sit in the back. Open the crate an' grab a weapon, else you're gonna look like a damn fool when we get to hunting."

Class of Ginyu 20XX, Thunderdome, Nanotrasen Central Command Station

Deep in space, on the edge of a suspiciously-abandoned station, was a location of infamous repute. A location where the gods played games with the lives and souls of mortals. A location where the furious dead congregated to beseech the powers that be. A location unreachable by mortal hands. A location that has come only to be known as... The Thunderdome.

Bare plasteel flooring and impenetrable walls surrounded The Thunderdome, and though it never received any fresh air or electricity, it was well-lit and well-aerated. The stench of blood, human waste, and machine oil hung in the air like the awkward pause after a class-six biohazard announcement.

Presently, there were six people in The Thunderdome. Captain Ginyu, and his class. Five soldiers from Shocker+, who had spent the last 24 hours (about fifty shifts on the station) revelling in the banal chaos that is life aboard Space Station 13. There was a tense hush, as the students waited for Ginyu to speak.

Ginyu glared at the assembly of students, eyeing every student in turn with a look of absolute distaste. His gaze stopped at Xipe Tezcat, the Scientist. A toothy grin crossed Ginyu's face, and his eyebrows arched in glee.

"You," he said, pointing to Xipe, "attack me."
Xipe complied. Howling a battlecry, he charged at Ginyu, and attacked! Right as he felt that his fist was about to connect, Xipe was stopped by something invisibly hovering just in front of Ginyu's face. Ginyu's hands hung limply at his side.

"Look at your hands," Ginyu said, chuckling lightly.

Xipe did as he was told, and moved his hands in front of his face. Only... there was nothing there! Xipe's hands [i]also[i] hung limply at his side.

"This is why I brought you here. You may have noticed that you cannot move your arms anymore. This is false: you can move your arms-- their physical form no longer matches their actual form. Those useless noodles you consider arms are not real. If you were to put them against a surface, they would slide through."

Ginyu lunged forward, and delivered a powerful blow to Xipe's chest, without even moving his hands!
"Your actual hands are still fully under your control. You will unconsciously recognize where they are, and you can still move and feel with them. The enemy, however, will be completely blind to what you're doing. This extends to all objects you are holding in your hands-- they will appear in your "fake" hands, but will still affect the world as if you were holding them in your real hands."

A small black prism appeared in Ginyu's left hand. With an almost-certainly-copyrighted "BSHEEYOWN" noise, a sabre-like blade made of energy extended from the prism. Suddenly, Xipe's labcoat fell to tatters, as if it had been cut by something!

"Didn't see that coming, did you? There are a number of changes you have underwent, but these 'astral limbs' are by far the most noticeable. You, my students, are now Robust. The effects are temporary... one day for every five shifts you've been a part of. Go back to your headquarters, show your superiors your majestic new abilities, and destroy your enemies!"

Grinning wildly, Ginyu operated a large teleporter apparatus set up in the middle of the Thunderdome. A portal to Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria opened up.

Looking somewhat uncomfortable, somewhat disappointed, and somewhat mystified, the Class of Ginyu left through the portal, and were gone.

Ginyu, all alone, breathed a sigh of relief. It was time to get back to work.

The emergency shuttle has been called. It will arrive in ten minutes.

Work would have to wait, then.

Massive Multiversal Crossover: Interest Check and Signups

I suppose that's true. However, I still want to see what @Professor_Wyvern has to say. Maybe he won't be a joke character.

Massive Multiversal Crossover: Interest Check and Signups

Right, like Wassi Stickman, Raditz, George Melons, Joseph Joestar, and Carl Hanratty.

A character played ridiculously (or given ridiculous abilities and personality traits) can still be played competently. It was rude of me to say Santa was a joke character, but even if he was it wouldn't be too far off from some of the other characters made and posted.

Massive Multiversal Crossover: Interest Check and Signups

I'm sorry, but I can't accept Santa Claus.

While he probably exists in the multiverse in various universes, it's kind of silly to actually sign up as him and I don't know what you're expecting to do by playing him.

@VitaVitaAR

It kinda sounds like he's making a joke character.

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Shazay Jordan, Thunderbolt City Vehicle Depot, Athas

Through the portal was what appeared to be an outdoor arboretum. Scattered between the squat houses of Thunderbolt City, small groves of beautiful fruit trees and berry bushes grew. Children played among the grasses and flowers decorating the sides of each houses. Thunderbolt City was an oasis in the wasteland that is Athas.

Weaving between buildings, Shazay arrived at a small urban cul-de-sac. At the end was an unassuming sheet metal garage door. Shazay, grunting heavily, lifted the door up, and peered into the dark garage beyond. Even though the sun overhead could scour the flesh from one's bones, it still failed to penetrate the dark, magically air-conditioned rooms between the walls of Thunderbolt City's houses.

Shazay turned to look at George and Frederick, and grinned widely.
"Glad you guys are so willing to adapt. Aight, we got two jobs today. Both ain't for pussies, but you two ain't pussies I'm guessin'. Lemme run it down while I start Dusty up. Oh, by the way..."

Shazay flipped a switch on the wall. Instantly, a hefty battery of fluorescent lights blinded the three men. When the corona of blindness faded, the hidden bounty of the garage could be seen.

"This... is Dusty."

It was a very muscular car. The main body appeared to be cobbled together out of a mundane pickup truck and three dozen pounds of scrap metal. In the truck's bed was an astonishingly-advanced catapult mechanism, loaded with an ominous neon green barrel. Hooked up to the front of the vehicle by aircraft cable was what appeared to be a pair of jet turbines.

Shazay whistled in total admiration, and hopped into the driver's seat. He looked at Frederick and George, and winked at them.

"Now, see, Dusty's the big boy 'round here. Hop on in, an' I'll give you some specs while we get outta city limits. Oh, hey. Since neither'a you are armed f'this, yer gonna want to look in the back. Mission details says we got a crate'a weapons in the back. Should be a gunmetal-gray crate in the back, looks like a treasure chest. Why don't ya root round in there, find yerself a fancy boomstick or somethin'."

Shazay turned the key that had been in the ignition all this while, and rhythmically thumped Dusty's driver's-side door. With a noise somewhere between a bestial roar and a high-magnitude explosion, Dusty roared into action.

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Question: Will there be a full moon on Nox the night of the battle? Werewolves make up a moderate portion of Hecuba's army, and I don't quite want them to just be stuck high and dry while they die in droves.