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OhmSo which one of you knuckleheads can take the title from Rilla? Who can take the champ down? Who can step into the arena with him and say "THE CHAMP IS HERE!" and actually mean it?
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Racing along the street, General Freedom saw the fleshy monstrosity lumbering along like a broken stretch Armstrong doll. Perfect. Seeing the thing rumble along towards the building he smiled. The great thing about Gotham is the quaint touches. One of those touches being the wooden water towers dating back to the 1800’s. In fact there are thousands of them that dot the skyline.
The oafish Splatterer reaching out, grabbing buildings and pulling his misshapen body along behind, although ugly it was relatively efficient. But it was a painful thing to watch. As the singularly focused monstrosity aimed for the Ril-La Melon Hed building, he slammed into a building which gave the hero what he had waited for.
Pointing his hands, the left at the building the oaf had collided with and the one next to it he discharged a burst of ZPE at each water tower. The moment the energy hit the struts, exploding them, causing the towers to spill over in the direction of the large, horrifically ugly man known as Splatterer. To be sure the water would cascade down in a torrential deluge splashing around, on and over the freak.
“Cool off hot head!”
As water filled the streets in a sudden flash flood, General Freedom hovered in the roundabout that lay before the large building merely watching the freak. Clearly the Splatterer wanted to be taken seriously, wanted to be considered a bad guy, someone to be feared. In actuality General Freedom felt pity for him. The swirling blue glow of ZPE raced dimly around the hero’s body.
Steve didn’t get it. He probably never would understand those who ached so badly to be considered a god they would sacrifice everything for it and in the end they were nothing more than what they were before. They often were envious and spiteful little children, acting out against those weaker than themselves, because they were unable to actually face the sad truth of their existence.
General Freedom hovered in the roundabout, nearly 400 feet in the air. Had the water falls had their effect, to direct the monstrous freak’s attention from the building and to the hero? Perhaps it had, perhaps not. If the tons of water had no effect, not even a distraction then he would have to lead the monster from the city towards the shore where innocents would not be endangered by a man crazed with his own morbid loathing.
That was the worth of a man wasn’t it? To face whatever hardships life gave you and stand up against them? To own up to mistakes and accept the consequences of those mistakes like a man. Sadly Steve knew that this misshapen, twisted man was unable to accept that. He was unable to face the fact that it was his own arrogance that had brought him to this state.
The oafish Splatterer reaching out, grabbing buildings and pulling his misshapen body along behind, although ugly it was relatively efficient. But it was a painful thing to watch. As the singularly focused monstrosity aimed for the Ril-La Melon Hed building, he slammed into a building which gave the hero what he had waited for.
Pointing his hands, the left at the building the oaf had collided with and the one next to it he discharged a burst of ZPE at each water tower. The moment the energy hit the struts, exploding them, causing the towers to spill over in the direction of the large, horrifically ugly man known as Splatterer. To be sure the water would cascade down in a torrential deluge splashing around, on and over the freak.
“Cool off hot head!”
As water filled the streets in a sudden flash flood, General Freedom hovered in the roundabout that lay before the large building merely watching the freak. Clearly the Splatterer wanted to be taken seriously, wanted to be considered a bad guy, someone to be feared. In actuality General Freedom felt pity for him. The swirling blue glow of ZPE raced dimly around the hero’s body.
Steve didn’t get it. He probably never would understand those who ached so badly to be considered a god they would sacrifice everything for it and in the end they were nothing more than what they were before. They often were envious and spiteful little children, acting out against those weaker than themselves, because they were unable to actually face the sad truth of their existence.
General Freedom hovered in the roundabout, nearly 400 feet in the air. Had the water falls had their effect, to direct the monstrous freak’s attention from the building and to the hero? Perhaps it had, perhaps not. If the tons of water had no effect, not even a distraction then he would have to lead the monster from the city towards the shore where innocents would not be endangered by a man crazed with his own morbid loathing.
That was the worth of a man wasn’t it? To face whatever hardships life gave you and stand up against them? To own up to mistakes and accept the consequences of those mistakes like a man. Sadly Steve knew that this misshapen, twisted man was unable to accept that. He was unable to face the fact that it was his own arrogance that had brought him to this state.
This has the potential to be a heavy weight last man standing fight. I am looking forward to this.
Hmmm this should be a good fight. I think the characters will play off one another well.
Supoosed to be feet and if you read the rest of the paragraph it states the intended height.
If we do the MV hub you guys will have the stench of the Dreamers on you. Which will make great drama if you run into fury. Lol.
The glass is a natural material. Although it does not shatter on impact. Great force is required to break it.
As far as everthing else it is on a mountain there is nature in abundance. It is in ruins so grass, shrubs trees are present
As far as everthing else it is on a mountain there is nature in abundance. It is in ruins so grass, shrubs trees are present
The Glass Castle-
The arena setting is an old ruined castle, once belonging to a race known as the Eternal Dreamers, sitting upon a nexus point in the multiverse. The castle is situated on a mountain range, roughly 4,000 feet above sea level. Above the castle the skies are a pitch black with a myriad of stars and borealis effects that cascades an electrical glow upon the castle creating a surreal lighting pattern. It is rumored that the castle allows entry to the realm of the Dreamers themselves. Although why any would venture there is the question.
The glass walls are anywhere from 30-40 feet thick around the base of the castle, becoming thinner as the walls rise. The walls themselves are roughly 50 feet tall and the four towers; one at each corner is 75 feet tall.
The fighting area: The actual area that the combat takes place in is the entire castle. The castle although made of a type of glass, is not transparent; rather the glass is an incredibly dense material that resists damage. There are walk ways roughly 20-30 feet above ground as well as the tower structures themselves. The ambient temperature is 29 degrees throughout the castle.
Once the fighters enter the ruins, one atop the North-Eastern tower and the other at the South-Western tower at the top, the ruins change. The fighters realize they are no longer alone, each can see the other in a shimmering green light.
They will also see a skeletal being in dark armor lurking just on the periphery of their vision. This being will not interfere and any attempts to make contact will result in nothing. However the persistent feeling of being watched abounds.
SPECIAL: In the throne room on the second floor, is an ornate staff made of glass similar to the walls. The staff when grasped creates a shimmering image of a skeletal woman who speaks several words and when done the weapon that is the primary weapon of the person grasping glows with amber light. This lasts for 6 total posts and allows the person wielding such a weapon to open the glass walls as if a door were there. The walls seal up immediately after the user steps through.
As usual I want a good clean fight. Make it entertaining and try and work out any minor issues on your own. If you need me to intervene I will need all pertinent posts and sections.
The arena setting is an old ruined castle, once belonging to a race known as the Eternal Dreamers, sitting upon a nexus point in the multiverse. The castle is situated on a mountain range, roughly 4,000 feet above sea level. Above the castle the skies are a pitch black with a myriad of stars and borealis effects that cascades an electrical glow upon the castle creating a surreal lighting pattern. It is rumored that the castle allows entry to the realm of the Dreamers themselves. Although why any would venture there is the question.
The glass walls are anywhere from 30-40 feet thick around the base of the castle, becoming thinner as the walls rise. The walls themselves are roughly 50 feet tall and the four towers; one at each corner is 75 feet tall.
The fighting area: The actual area that the combat takes place in is the entire castle. The castle although made of a type of glass, is not transparent; rather the glass is an incredibly dense material that resists damage. There are walk ways roughly 20-30 feet above ground as well as the tower structures themselves. The ambient temperature is 29 degrees throughout the castle.
Once the fighters enter the ruins, one atop the North-Eastern tower and the other at the South-Western tower at the top, the ruins change. The fighters realize they are no longer alone, each can see the other in a shimmering green light.
They will also see a skeletal being in dark armor lurking just on the periphery of their vision. This being will not interfere and any attempts to make contact will result in nothing. However the persistent feeling of being watched abounds.
SPECIAL: In the throne room on the second floor, is an ornate staff made of glass similar to the walls. The staff when grasped creates a shimmering image of a skeletal woman who speaks several words and when done the weapon that is the primary weapon of the person grasping glows with amber light. This lasts for 6 total posts and allows the person wielding such a weapon to open the glass walls as if a door were there. The walls seal up immediately after the user steps through.
As usual I want a good clean fight. Make it entertaining and try and work out any minor issues on your own. If you need me to intervene I will need all pertinent posts and sections.
General Freedom raced down towards the city, suddenly slowing and finally stopping as he watched the freak show extend his single arm out to pull himself along. What the heck? Is there anything this abomination couldn’t do? Super strong, check. Projectable powers, check. Super-stretching body, that extends longer than six football fields, check. If the blue clad hero hadn’t seen it he would have laughed it off. But no, this Splatterer was a mishmash of powers, none that really seemed to mesh well, and much like his appearance they presented a horrid and confusing problem.
Accelerating again, the man considered Earth’s mightiest hero darted down 7th street towards the RIL-LA and Melon Hed financial building. His path would take him screaming down Broadway, but first he needed to create a brilliant light burst to catch the misshapen creature’s attention. Which he did. The shimmering ZPE flared in a nimbus of cobalt blue that filled the sky magnificently, causing those witnessing to gasp.
Hundreds of people, tourists and inhabitants alike took a myriad of photos on their phones. Already the police, in their riot gear, began to herd people off the streets for their own safety.
“Hey Ugly! This way!”
Then he was off, a sonic boom erupting behind him, leaving a swirling blue light lingering like a borealis effect. People in the office buildings had heard the previous sonic booms and looked out their office windows. Usually seeing a hero in the city meant one of two things. One, they were there for some official reason, like getting the key to the city. Or two, and more importantly, some threat that was beyond the ability of the local law enforcement to handle required their presence. Seeing the frantic activity on the streets below, they surmised it was the second. Hastily rushing towards the designated ‘Hero Shelters’, office workers began to shelter in place, praying that the fight would bypass their buildings.
The Ril-La and Melon Hed building was a magnificent piece with an amazing architectural history. It had withstood the destructive fight between General Freedom and the alien known as Fury. It had of course been designed by the famed Russian architect, Vordak, who had witnessed the terrible battles between super powered opponents during world war two.
The building stood 97 stories or 975 feet tall, and the 118 foot tall antennae spire gave it a total height of 1,093 feet. Was it the tallest building in the city? Of course not, but it was considered one of the safest. And it was towards this building that the idol of hundreds of millions raced.
The question is, would he be able to get there before big ugly blew another fuse and direct his temper tantrum at the civilian populous?
Accelerating again, the man considered Earth’s mightiest hero darted down 7th street towards the RIL-LA and Melon Hed financial building. His path would take him screaming down Broadway, but first he needed to create a brilliant light burst to catch the misshapen creature’s attention. Which he did. The shimmering ZPE flared in a nimbus of cobalt blue that filled the sky magnificently, causing those witnessing to gasp.
Hundreds of people, tourists and inhabitants alike took a myriad of photos on their phones. Already the police, in their riot gear, began to herd people off the streets for their own safety.
“Hey Ugly! This way!”
Then he was off, a sonic boom erupting behind him, leaving a swirling blue light lingering like a borealis effect. People in the office buildings had heard the previous sonic booms and looked out their office windows. Usually seeing a hero in the city meant one of two things. One, they were there for some official reason, like getting the key to the city. Or two, and more importantly, some threat that was beyond the ability of the local law enforcement to handle required their presence. Seeing the frantic activity on the streets below, they surmised it was the second. Hastily rushing towards the designated ‘Hero Shelters’, office workers began to shelter in place, praying that the fight would bypass their buildings.
The Ril-La and Melon Hed building was a magnificent piece with an amazing architectural history. It had withstood the destructive fight between General Freedom and the alien known as Fury. It had of course been designed by the famed Russian architect, Vordak, who had witnessed the terrible battles between super powered opponents during world war two.
The building stood 97 stories or 975 feet tall, and the 118 foot tall antennae spire gave it a total height of 1,093 feet. Was it the tallest building in the city? Of course not, but it was considered one of the safest. And it was towards this building that the idol of hundreds of millions raced.
The question is, would he be able to get there before big ugly blew another fuse and direct his temper tantrum at the civilian populous?
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