LeeRoy

Nexus of Worlds Tournament

[I was incorrect in my assumption, and misread the rules. Upon a quick review of the rules, I realized I had assumed that 48 hours was the minimum for ejection from the tournament. Which in this case, was incorrect.]

Small Town, USA

Following up on the spin from before Abe's body twisted and contorted, his lithe form spun around and jabbed the but of the spear into Andrew Jackson's diaphragm with extreme prejudice. The wooden handle hitting with so much force that the wood groaned from the strain it was under, but it was a sturdy shaft that did not yield to Abe's force. This blow was to an important organ in the human body, the diaphragm controls breathing. Hitting him there was sure to cause difficulties catching his breath. But Abe wouldn't stop there, no, Abe was going to make Jackson suffer for daring to injure him.

The seizing in his chest made this next part incredibly painful, his lungs swelled with the brown corruption. His lips parted and he sprayed through his teeth the poison, spraying it out in a fine brown mist. A more fluid ooze dripped from the new hole in his throat as well, dripping down his neck and onto the ground. "I warned you! I'm going to eat you! And you're gonna tashte delischoush!" Also note, he has not moved the butt of his spear away from Jackson's chest, so at any moment he could strike Jackson again.

Nexus of Worlds Tournament

The 48 hour mark has been reached, my final post shall be made.

Patchwork: A Multiversal Factions NRP

Okay so.

Little bit of heads up.

I'm gonna wait until everyone has posted at least once, before I post.

There is in fact a reason for this.

Small Town, USA

Just as Abe had cast the ugly bird aside and into the sludge, Jackson had positioned himself in front of him. Typical. The barrel of one of those deadly magic weapons was placed against his throat, but Abe's face was covered in a smile as his toxins ate away at the gun. For a moment he thought he was in the clear, but then the gun fired. Yes, it exploded shortly afterwards, but the gun itself did in fact fire. That was not good, that was not good at all.

Abe's throat tore open and a single bullet lodged itself in the c6 vertebrae in his spine, the c6 vertebrae controls heart rate. The ghul's long dead organ gave a mighty spasm, and a wrenching pain bore into his chest. The ghul was facing Jackson when he reflexively threw up more poison, sending it flying from his mouth and the hole recently torn in his throat. In a frenzy he reached over his shoulder and ripped the pole from the loop on his back. The ghul screamed and threw his head around as the chest pains continued to surge inside of him.

There was no stopping it now, a fully enraged and confused ghul was now standing where Abe once was. There was little humanity left in him as he spoke to the president. Clouds of foul brown mist escaped him as he screamed, through his mouth and the hole. "You! Bad man! Evil monster! Cruel! Cruel! Cruel!" Abe accusingly pointed his finger at Jackson before making a full spin on the slippery ground. His body spun three-hundred and sixty degrees on his heels. In his hand was extended the blunt end of his spear, intending to slam the blunt part of his weapon into Jackson's gut on the full turn.

Small Town, USA

The acid itself is quite potent, a few milliliters will bore a hole a few inches deep before dispersing.

Like most oily or sludgy fluids on feathers, a small amount is quite deceptive in volume.

Again, cited:

Here

You can edit it if you would like~

Small Town, USA

One final topic to address before I actually post.

Abe's poisons degenerate non-organic material faster than organic. At Tier-5 this would eat through the barrel of the gun and cause it to break up, clog, or otherwise ruin the gun.

An M16 with a blockage has a very violent backfire, and would destroy the gun itself without much collateral damage.

Video evidence cited:
Here

Are you aware of both of these facts?

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Descartes, when you get the chance read the OOC in Small Town USA. I've got an inquiry for you.

Small Town, USA

Alright, first time I've had to clarify anything since this started.

Which is a good thing, usually I'll have to confer with like five people to figure out someone else's post. Not saying any names.

But here's what I'm getting.

1: He stuck an eagle feather coated in Abe's toxins down the barrel of his gun, clearing out the blockage. Correct?

2: He placed the barrel of the gun to Abe's chest, correct?

3: Is this M16 semi-automatic, burst fire, or fully automatic?

Patchwork: A Multiversal Factions NRP

Reposting my Faction Sheet for convenience:

Faction Name: The Flood
Universe: Halo
Summary in a Sentence: You ever have a nightmare where you get eaten by a monster, and then become that monster? No? Well good, I wouldn't want to spoil the surprise.
Description: Far beyond the reaches of the Milky Way Galaxy a threat loomed on the horizon, an army of flesh and bone and bloodshed. Possibly so powerful to have wiped out galaxies in its wake, only the Precursors could stop them. A technology so advanced met heavy resistance, but eventually The Flood were defeated. Later to be revived by the ancestors of man, The Flood were free to wage war against all existence again. The Forerunners were barely capable of creating a tool to destroy them. At the cost of their own lives. But again, the hardy Flood rose again, and they set their eyes on Mankind once more.

They feed on the bodies of their enemies, countless in number and ranks. The Flood consume what opposes them and turn them against their allies, absorbing their biomass into a great consciousness. The Gravemind learns all that its children consume, The Gravemind know all from the past. With its knowledge and connection to its loyal army, the Gravemind is a horror to truly behold. Even without its armies, The Gravemind is more incomprehensibly dangerous than can be easily described. Its mind is so great in power that it can impose its will upon the living in close proximity.

All who oppose The Flood shall be consumed, atonement for the sins of the father.
Technology Level: Varies depending on who they absorb into their ranks.
Other:
Important People:
+Name: The Gravemind
+Role: Quite literally the brain of the Flood.
+Description: A gargantuan amalgam of flesh and bone, ancient in body and mind. Millions of bodies fused together into this hulking growth. It oozes a thick fog with every breath, a toxin so great that if inhaled will convert you to a flood in moments. It is serpentine in form and riddled with appendages formed throughout the ages. It is a rotten festering monstrosity, and even in its disgusting and inhuman form. It is still capable of locomotion if necessary, if roused from its static position it measures incomprehensibly long. Its body once filled all of the halls of the Halo ring it laid in.
+Brief Bio: Though the Spartan thought it defeated, The Gravemind fled to another ring, and eventually to the Ark itself. The Gravemind persevered even through that. The Ark was destroyed but little did the Chief know, Gravemind and some of his legions found themselves in a new and strange world, with remnants of the Ark holding them in place. An ocean surrounded them, they had been transported by some unknown force to this new realm with new possibilities for consumption. Free from the dangers of the Spartan known as John. Though this transportation came at a price, a large portion of The Gravemind was lost in the process. Its body has lost almost 40% of its biomass, and it intends to gather much more to heal its deep wounds.

Hex Location: 4'4
Terrain Type: Flood Corrupted
Important Terrain Features: Metal structures torn and rusted, wrought with the flesh of thousands of fallen foes. It is a sickly orange and brown island 1/3 natural, 1/3 machine, and 1/3 flood. The remnants of the artificial structures of the Ark came with them, along with the terrain of the Halo rings. All corrupted by a horrid flood compound that gradually grows and spreads to fill the spaces.
Important Structures: The Gravemind's Chamber, deep beneath the remnants of the Ark lies the Gravemind's enormous chamber.
Other: In the deeper chambers are hordes of infected and pure Flood roaming and hunting for any remaining survivors. These halls are filled with a pollen that once breathed in damns you to the fate of the Flood hordes. Within moments you become one with the Flood, compelled to fight for The Gravemind.