Freeshooter92

Deathwatch, a Madworld/Anarchy Reigns inspired Roleplaying Game

August 21st, 10:00 AM, Tangelo, Former Nevada. Third day of Deathwatch XII

"Gooood morning fight fans! It's a B-E-Autiful day here in sunny Tangelo! Day three of Deathwatch and already we've reached a bodycount of about... Oh, Five-hundred! We haven't seen that much since the winter games six years back!" "As always, this is your host, Kevin 'Trebuchet' Taylor. This time I'll be joined by a special guest, Even I don't know who it could be! He... At least I assume it's gonna be a he, should be here shortly." "Now, a quick recap: The brave Deathwatch capture corps has used revolutionary technology to hit the lawless hellhole of Tangelo way out here in Former Nevada with one hell of a sandstorm, burying half the city in the stuff. Ugh, sand... makes me itchy just thinking about it." "Anyway, there's this big-ass wall of sand around the whole city! those assholes can't get out now! And if they do somehow, Deathwatch snipers'll take em out for us. You lot are here to stay! Anyway, speaking to our brave contestants, another friendly reminder: Get kills, get water, food, supplies, anything you need! You keep people on the idiot-box happy, we throw you treats. Be cowardly, conniving cunts? Nothing, zippo, zilch. So get out there, and get murderin', and keep an eye on your Wrist-pads for deathwatch challenges!" And just like that, the voice of the announcer fades into nothing. While it was quiet now, the streets would soon erupt in an orgy of violence yet again. Until then, all there really was to do was think, keep hidden, and wait for your Wrist-pad to update with bounties on ranked players.

Solar System Defense [A Mecha/Sci-Fi Roleplay] (Full)

Oh, oops... Looks like you're a bit full... Dammit. I hope I got a chance...

Solar System Defense [A Mecha/Sci-Fi Roleplay] (Full)

Hey, I thought this looked pretty sweet so i posted a character in the... Well, character section. Tell me what you think! I wanted to make a close-combat melee specialist mecha.

Solar System Defense [A Mecha/Sci-Fi Roleplay] (Full)

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Deathwatch, a Madworld/Anarchy Reigns inspired Roleplaying Game

Fantastic. Gimme a bit, I'll see what I can do.

Deathwatch, a Madworld/Anarchy Reigns inspired Roleplaying Game

Alright, who's still here? I'm tremendously sorry I wasn't able to start earlier, I was bedridden.

The Relics

I think we all need to calm down and write a bit less, we're getting way too carried away. I'll admit, the ridiculously bloated posts are EXTREMELY frustrating. Anyway, what the hell happened to Markul, why is he at the Arena? I was in the middle of chasing Roan down. And don't say he has anything better to do at all, Marky isn't doing anything else until poochy is restrained.

Deathwatch, a Madworld/Anarchy Reigns inspired Roleplaying Game

I was going to have you change some stuff, but it seems fine upon further thought. With the -1 toughness you won't run into any situations where you can't hurt anything. So yeah, he's solid. I'll see about getting things rolling tonight, if I'm feeling better. I got a splitting headache.

The Relics

Isaiah Markul Markul was simply carrying the man when it happened. He had known trying to help him was a fools errand and with those hunters about he also knew that he couldn't just go around asking people directions to a clinic. So, he dropped the man as soon as he felt him push against him, grimacing as he watched him change and remembering his earlier encounter with him. This is not good... I've seen such beastly evokers in my time, if he didn't wish it, that means... He thought, but the interruption of the manbeast eating the rat completed said train of thought rather nicely. He was shocked at the suddenness, but he had to chase him down! He couldn't leave him to die, but allowing him to rampage and end other lives was no better. He'd restrain him, by force if need be. He bolted down the alleyway, turning and following his trail. With every heavy bound he made, he'd make tremors in the ground, slight ones but still detectable. And given that he knew the exact kind of vibrations the beast made now, he'd be able to track him even if line of sight didn't allow it. He was hungry... that much was clear. So he'd likely be heading towards the market he'd seen earlier when he was crossing the street to another alleyway. He bolted towards the place, cursing his armor as he knew it was all but impossible for him to beat the creature there.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Alaira Taenn Alaira couldn't really contribute, it was just too much pain for her to bear and it was all she could do to just curl up and whimper on the ground... It was then she felt something bump into her side, and she lashed out. Her gauntlet was primarily leather, but it was reinforced with light steel plates, this punch would hurt. Through the haze of pain, it was nearly impossible to tell anything apart. This time, she was close enough and mid swing realized in horror just who her target was; Lyn. She managed to divert her blow, slamming her fist into the cart instead. Her face fully betrayed her shock and horror as she backed away, clutching her head once more. Her mind screamed at itself, burning and tearing, but she managed to suppress it enough to realize what she had nearly done. She screamed her eyes tearing up as she told Lyn; "S-stay back! K-keep away from me!" she cried, groaning and slamming her fist into the ground as a particularly horrible spike of pain burrowed into her skull. I almost killed her... I almost killed her... I almost killed her... I almost killed her... Endlessly repeating in her mind, adding to her agony. I... No... She thought... No more!... I'll end this! words came screaming through her shredded mind, louder than the others. Simple, singular purpose filling her. It hurt, it hurt so much, b-but it was just another wound... just another wound... She'd fought through worse. She stood up, shaking as she turned towards the source of her pain... The largest shadow. It hurt just to look at it, and she took a step closer to the Psychomancer, her pain intensifying just a bit. Follow the pain... kill the real foe... Before he takes your mind. She unhooked her mace from her belt loop as she slowly built up to a run, clutching her head with her other hand, searing, blinding hate in her expression as she charged her foe. The coward was a psychomancer, and a pretty good one it seemed, relatively speaking. He relied on his magic to do all his work for him, manipulating others, letting brutes do his work while he watched. She was a warrior, and while she wasn't quite as skilled as she usually was, she was a mutant, more or less. An aberration. Extremely strong, extremely fast, and extremely angry. She had built into a full sprint, screaming as she prepared to make us of every ounce of her abilities to slam her mace through his skull. Dust and other filth on the bridge was blown aside in her wake, her aeromancy enhancing her already impressive stried as she rocketed toward the foe she had marked for death.