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Current Posted a Game Master Guide in the Guides section. If you need help with GMing, refer to it for some handy advice. If you don't need help, then don't read it.
6 yrs ago
Happy Thanksgiving!
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7 yrs ago
When you see that you no longer owe anymore posts and have nothing to write *insanity ensues* Aaaaah!HSkjhaksjhdjf
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Happy Birthday to me.
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Hello all. I am an experienced writer who is writing my own fiction stories on the side. I can role play any genre. What I love most is being able to go-all-out when weaving tales with other writers. It just makes the story more interesting, so I can't wait to write with you. :)

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Level: 1
Day/Time: Day Three - Evening
Location: Floor 49 - Tetris Castle -> Into the portal and to Azeroth
Tag: @Zarkun@WXer@DracoLunaris@ONL


After he and Squirtle received a booster shot, while The Prince gave them their mission brief, Blue was zipping up a puffy light blue coat and pulling a wool hat with ear flaps down over his blonde-head. He then peered down at a blue turtle who was gazing up at him curiously. A wide grin expanded on Blue’s face. “Don’t worry buddy, I didn’t forget about you,” he reassured his Pokemon.

Squirtle smiled and raised his claws. “Squirtle!”

Shrugging his backpack from his shoulders, Blue set it upon the floor and unzipped it. He dunked a hand within and rummaged around for the child-sized clothes he received from Rosalina. He pulled out a small bubble coat and snow beanie, and held them up in each of his hands for Squirtle to see. “See!”

Squirtle waved his claws in the air and danced, “Squirtle; Squirtle!”

Blue set down the hat and unzipped the coat to begin dressing his Pokemon. “The doctors said that the place where we’re going is going to be cold, so we need to keep warm.”

He pulled the hat down over Squirtle’s head and then rested his hands upon his hips as he proudly observed the fit. Squirtle peered down at his coat, turning left and right, and then gazed up at his hat. “Squirtle!”

“Yeah; it looks good on you buddy!”

Blue zipped up his backpack and rose to his feet. Shouldering his bag, he glanced at the group, his eyes wide with curiosity. Everyone was so different. The guy in the suit looked the most normal and would probably be someone he could relate to most. He watched Cole remove a notebook and seemed to be taking notes. Blue’s brows shot upwards and he started patting his pockets for stationary that he knew didn’t exist. He then turned to Squirtle and asked nervously, “Do you remember the docs saying we may need to take notes?”

Squirtle gave the trainer a blank expression and then shrugged his shoulders, raising his claws as he shook his head: “Squirtle, squirtle…”

Blue puffed his cheeks and pouted. Well, I hope he didn’t say anything too important. Regardless, my team has my back!

Everyone suddenly started vanishing into the portal after some creepy armor guy. “Yuh!? Already?” He turned to his Pokemon. “Come on Squirtle! Let’s not get left behind!”

“Squirtle!”

The Pokemon and his trainer quickly dashed through the portal only to appear on the other side. Immediately, Blue’s face felt chilled. His teeth clenched as he felt the shiver dart up and down his spine. “Great Gyarados it’s cold!”

Squirtle crossed his arms and shivered, “Squirtle!”

Gazing at his Pokemon, Blue reached down to his belt, plucking one of the condensed Pokeballs. Pushing the button, the ball swelled in his hand and he pointed it at Squirtle. “Here, Squirtle. Keep warm inside your Pokeball.”

A red laser shot out from the ball to zap the Pokemon. The turtle shrank within the beam’s light and retracted with it back inside the ball. Condensing the ball, Blue attached it to his belt and grasped the straps of his bag. “I wish I brought more warm things to wear! Brr!”

Day/Time: Day Three - Evening
Location: The Forbidden Lands Temple
Tagging: @Guardian Angel Haruki@DracoLunaris@ONL@DJAtomika@Tenma Tendo








Once the group decided to make their way across the bridge, they would find that a gust beat against their bodies as they crossed the narrow rock path. The bridge felt as though it went on forever, but eventually the temple neared and within, lining the walls, were statues of various beasts. At the end of the grand foyer, where the light shined through man-made windows was a mysterious altar. After approaching and inspecting it, an eerie presence settled over the chamber. No matter what universe the heroes originated, the presence was palpable like a sheet and teased the sixth sense. It was an uncomfortable tension. A voice distorted with that of a man and a woman spoke from the ceiling; the walls; the very air:



The voice spoke in a foreign language unlike any found in their dimensions and somehow, the group understood.

Visitors. I have not been visited in centuries. So many have deemed this land forbidden. And yet…you come…



Level: 3
Day/Time: Day 3 - Evening
Location: Floor 49 - Tetris Castle to The Forbidden Lands Temple Bridge
Tag: @DracoLunaris@Guardian Angel Haruki@ONL@DJAtomika@Tenma Tendo


Standing with the group before the prince was a man wearing a black and purple, futuristic suit. Sunglasses hid his eyes, obscuring the dread that made his face droop. “I can’t believe I’m doing this again,” Boss muttered under his breath while The Prince gave his speech.

Well, if you hadn’t failed Christmas… Kenzie began.

His brows crashed together over his shades. “Don’t you fuckin’ blame me for that. I didn’t fail Christmas. Christmas failed me! Who knew that one guy was gonna up and bail, and shit?”

You mean Reuben? I thought you two had a bromance.

“No way! That son of a bitch betrayed me. He was supposed to stay by my side and he ran off like a pussy!”

Watch your language Boss. This game isn’t rated M for Mature.

Tilting his head back, Mr. President sighed dramatically. He should have been in Charlie Squad or even Delta! Yeah! He was good enough to be Delta. Everyone else just keeps holding him back! His obscured blue eyes shifted to the Femme Bot. Her again. Shit. He just had to be paired with her. He didn’t trust her one bit.

“They put that red b-” He closed his eyes, lips pursing as he held back a curse word. “That red tin can on my mission.” He was already calling the mission his.

Boss, you have to let go of the past. Why don’t you learn from your mistakes? You were pretty harsh last time. Your team would have led a revolt eventually. It’s no wonder Reuben abandoned you.

“Leave Reuben out of this Kenzie!”

Excuse me, I didn’t know you two were married.

Boss glared over at Piper. He was not looking forward to working with her again. When he found out that she was on his team…again…a hand rose to his face. His thumb and index finger pinched the corners of his eyes. “This game is trying to piss me off.”

Deep breaths Boss. Remember, try to be nicer.

“Fuck that!”

While the group exchanged introductions, once they were allowed to go through the portal, Mr. President clenched his fists and marched right on through. The world flashed white before his eyes, and he fluttered them to clear them of the glare (good thing he brought sunglasses). Boss’s eyes widened as he gazed about at the extensive landscape. His lips parted in awe.

“Are we in New Zealand?” he wondered aloud.

Of course not dummy!

Wiping the enraptured look from his face, the Boss finally faced the group and rested his hands upon his hips. He tried not to look exasperated, irritable, frustrated, and maybe a pinch angry…he failed. “All right. Those who are on my team. I’m gonna keep this short. I am the President of the United States, the greatest fucking country in the world and the universe whether it be a video game or real. I am the leader of the Third Street Saints—a gang. That’s right. You can call me Boss. I’m not hard to work with. I like to keep things simple. If you do what I say, then maybe you’ll make it home alive. If you go running off in pursuit of some strange demonic voice, then I can’t protect you and our mission will fail. So just follow directions capisce?”

The boss pointed over to the bridge at the temple. “Now because that’s the only structure I can see within a mile, and it’s literally in front of us, I think we can all agree that we need to go there. So let’s go.”

Mr. President whirled and started for the bridge.

I can just feel the love and joy already, Kenzie muttered sarcastically.

“Shut up Kenzie,” Boss grumbled.
@TheForgottenArcAlso, there was a mistake in the CS. It should be five techniques, abilities, and spells for every race. You can also find the main game here.
THIS CHARACTER THREAD IS ONLY FOR APPROVED CHARACTER SHEETS. IF THE GM DID NOT BLESS OFF ON YOUR CHARACTER SHEET, THEN DO NOT POST IT IN THIS SECTION. EITHER PM YOUR CS TO THE GM OR DROP YOUR CS IN THE OOC!
@TheForgottenArcWe will always have space. It is a big game.




Name: Dyce
Race: Zandol
Ki: Yellow
Power Level: Unknown, but ki users can sense that it is high.
Height: 5'10
Weight: 172 lbs
Full Body: Appearance
  • Hydra: Unknown to the characters, Dyce's race possesses the ability to multiply if any part of his body is severed. Once a cell has separated, if it is not destroyed, then it will rapidly multiply and create a second Zandol. For as many cells are separated as many Zandols will be created. Other alien races considered Zandols to be like weeds due to this trait.
  • Bone Blade: Dyce's radius bone extends into a sickle-like blade capable of cutting his enemies. Bones carry cells, so if his blade is severed, then it will create a new Zandol.
  • Annihilation Blast: This attack is signaled when Dyce raises both of his hands into the air. His palms will flatten toward the sky and his energy will be released all at once in a blast so great that it can wipe an entire city from existence.
  • Basic Ki Attacks: They are yellow in color.
  • Ki-Induced Flight: He is capable of flying at mach speeds.

Goal: Purge the planet of weakness to make way for the dominant race.

The television screens flickered and the earth about Parsley City quaked. An entire block collapsed on itself as gray and brown plumes of smoke and scattered debris erupted into the sky like a geyser. Cars drove madly away from the scene. Citizens fled screaming and calling it a terrorist attack. Fire fighters, cops, and ambulances rolled up to the smoke screen surrounding which would later be revealed to be a crater 200 m wide. Helicopters hovered over it, using the gusts from their propellers to clear the dust. On the ground, a news reporter stood before a Parsley police cordon as she exuberantly reported, “This is Jena Summers with Channel 12 News! I am at ground zero of what many in Parsley City believe to be a terrorist attack! We don’t have any estimates on casualties, but behind me used to be a block. An entire city block is gone. The death toll could be in the hundreds folks!”

On the television screen, a dark silhouette rose from the crater obscured by the smoke. Cops began screaming and pointing at it, while curious citizens stood by and gawked. The silhouette looked like a man, but as he emerged from behind the smoke screen, his skin was unlike any human they had ever seen. A mother holding her child pointed and dramatically exclaimed, “It’s an alien!”

The green man hovered above the humans of Earth, his white pupil-less eyes sizing them up before his hand rose to the side of his head. At his temples were two black circular discs. He pressed one of them and an orange visor flashed over his eyes. As he continued to observe the people below, blue flashing digits and symbols in a foreign language appeared before his eyes as the machine scanned the earthlings. His nose scrunched and lips turned up with distaste. Weak… he thought. They’re all so weak. Would this planet be this simple? Could he really conquer it on his own?

The Zandol named Dyce touched the disc to retract his visor. The alien adorned in a foreign blue and yellow armor lowered to the street, having passed over the police’s cordon. The cops whirled, aiming their pistols at him and screamed, “Stay where you are and put your hands in the air!”

Dyce’s pointy ears twitched and he turned a milk-white eye over his shoulder to nonchalantly regard the cops. Jena continued to report, “It looks like the police are planning to arrest the alien! Could it have caused the crater?”

Dyce calmly turned to face the cops who were hiding behind their vehicle doors. Slowly, he started raising his hands in the air. When his arms were completely stretched to the sky, his hands opened and palms turned flat and upwards. A white light began to build, swallowing the dumbstruck cops, the reporter, and the oblivious bystanders. The light erased everyone in its glare until Parsley City winked before it exploded in a fiery dome. The dome swirled and expanded, the released energy absorbed the surrounding light, bathing the region in temporary darkness. In but an instant, Parsley City was no more.








GM Guidance: This is a PVE event. Your characters depending on how adept they are at sensing ki will sense the dramatic spike in power level. They may or may not have access to a television where they can see the destruction of Parsley City. Regardless, Dyce will be targeting every character in this game to do combat with them. The first time your character fights him, they will lose. He will catch them off-guard. This is Earth's first alien attack. Everyone will write their own battle with Dyce. I have listed the extent of his capabilities. Try not to kill your character. They should survive the first bout. Whether your character chooses to pursue Dyce after his ambush is up to the writer. Either way, Dyce will be targeting everyone and everyone will have one initial fight with him. The end goal is to have everyone come together to beat him, and if people accidentally create more Zandols, then to figure out how to destroy him without spreading his cells around. Good luck and have fun!

Clarifications: This section is for answers I gave to player-asked questions concerning this specific event. Dyce will not produce more copies if you make him bleed. There are thousands of blood cells in a blood drop. There would be a ridiculous amount of duplicates. So you can feel at ease. The replication does not happen if you make him bleed. It is only if you sever any piece of him.

[h3]Tag[/b]

[center][b]Name:[/b] Your character's name
[b]Race:[/b] Your character's race
[b]Ki Color:[/b] Your character's ki color
[b]Power Level:[/b] Your character's power level. This will change if your character learns how to conceal it.
[b]Location:[/b] Where is your character? What city, region, etc.
[b]Tag:[/b] Who is your character directly talking to? @mention them. Also, @mention them if indirect such as thinking about them or speaking about a character not currently present. If your character is open for interaction, write "Open." If you are doing a private scene that you are not expecting to receive any interaction, then write "Closed." You can also Close scenes off to specific players you want involved. Simply, @mention them and end the tag with "Closed."[/center]
I'll get a CS going tomorrow since it is 10PM for me. I'll be PMing those not in the discord the link to the discord. You'll only have 12hr to click it. I'm on European time so you may not see me as often, but you have your peers. :D Also, the discord is optional. You do not have to click it or use it.
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