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HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

@thewizardguy

Drac faced up to his mortality, as he saw himself being destroyed....

Death was approching.....

His end, was nigh...and his thoughts drifted to that of his family....

Bug....His son, who had become a wonderful person....

Lisa....His daughter....a girl he was proud to raise...

Ozzy....A slick talker, and a son who loved what he did, and that made Drac proud....

Eruka...his wife.....a formally frail, and small woman, now a mighty queen....his one true love....

Now, he thought of the horrific truth....if he dies here, they could very much die as well...his family...his family....

He would not fail them now!

"Seals one though 300, release!" Drac roars, as his body is coated in a blustling blue flame. He reared a hand back, and he began to charge up some sort of attack. His gauntlet glowed on his hand, as he focused his energy though it. A large mass of seals formed behind him, an attack of epic proportions. Drac needed time, time Teo was buying.

@thewizardguy

Ozzy rushes forwards, meeting the android, head to head. Ozzy's hands clutched a demonic blade once more, as he intended this time to destroy the thing before him. Lisa and Eruka began to attack, Lisa throwing plasma bolts, and Eruka unleashing a song of power, making both Ozzy, Lisa, and the armies with them stronger, while it seemed to rather painfully disrupt 5's sensors.

The tank explodes with the force of a 50 pound block of C4, and as the flames spewed forth, a figure dashes down the side of the dragon, using a blade to carve along the side of it, the mystical edge parting the scales of the dragon with ease. The armies refocused fire onto the omegans that could be seen, and it's obvious the man is heading for them as well.

Those in the shadows are ignored, for now...

@Wraithblade6

The dark one smiles, and attempts to hug eclipse, but fails, due to ghost things.

"Eclipse, Eclipse! Friend!" The dark one says, rather happy, and giddy to see his friend again. He awaits what the specter has to say, seeming quite happy. The small girl, Hanna, waits with Kishin, clinging to him, scarred due to the nature of the things she has seen, not to mention she noted the revived Cosmos walking off in his new corpse suit.

Logar gets up, and begins to walk off, deep into the swamp....as if he needed to do something there.
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"Listen, fool." Bug says, throwing Mithias back. "My father is trying to save us all, don't be a moron. We'd be slaughtered by that thing...he stands a chance, I sensed others there who will help him....we just need to find the rest of my family....." Bug says, before sighing. "I can sense where they are, but not how to get to them. Something is keeping me from entering...Damn it!" and with that bit of rage, Bug punches a small tree, knocking it over flat.

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The pod remained silent. The dark one and Kishin didn't seem to be doing anything, so Strygwyr approached and half-heartedly kicked the canister with a dog paw. If that didn't cause any reaction, then the canister, or whatever it was, wasn't a threat, and he'd be wandering off, back to their travels.

Mithias flapped a few times, but then it didn't seem necessary anymore. The base around them was finally dissolved into a thick wind. Spotting a large, flat chunk of floating rock, Mithais decided to try to "land" on it. At least having something beneath their feet would seem more normal and give them a reference point. "Talk to me. Drac, you seem sure of yourself. Do you have any ide how far we are from... well, maybe from the Coffee Lounge?"

@Wraithblade6

With that gentle strike of a paw, the front of the can fell loose. Off fell the front half, to reveal a man...one with a sword in his right hand, and a darkened heart in his left. On his head, a magnificant helmet...but none would see this.

They would all see that which they feared most, that which haunted their most dire nightmares....all for a moment. Then, he snaps back to which he was, Logar, emperor of the clone armies, God, of the end, destroyer of worlds, and armies. Slowly, he falls forwards, the large, nearly 8 foot man, crashing into the muck before him, apperently asleep.

"I have no idea, but I'm getting us all out of here." Drac says. He quickly forms a loop of energy, which he uses to lasso Asura back to them, before throwing everyone into a portal...But himself. "I'm going to try to seal this thing away again. I'll run if I fail...." He tells the three, now on a lush, rusted, planet, made from an odd shape.....

It was ancheint...it was metal...was it truly a planet, or something else......

"...Why...why this place? I remember this.....follow me." Bug says, looking around.

What it was, was a space hulk, a mass of debris that formed an atmosphere, and gravity well...but what it used to be...Was the large, planet sized Odin, destroyed in the rebellion against the god emperor Matt. A place long forgotten, but not by Drac...and not by Bug.

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@thewizardguy You mean when omega's champions destroy the multiverse? Okay. Gotcha.

@kishin asura

Bro, bro....I got dis....I got dis shiznit.......

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Even as Ozzy zipped around, slashing at the nanobots, 5 simply stood still, waiting. Several cuts appeared in the host of nanobots, but then Ozzy made a mistake. For in his arrogance, he had believe himself to be indetectable, he had believed himself immortal. Fool as he was, he had even stopped, revealing himself, forgetting that 5 was a threat even here. For regardless of his physical form, 5 could sense Ozzy's soul, the very essence of his being, moving around at high speeds. His speeches, his foolishness, it was unimportant. "You believe this to be your master plan, your attack upon the followers of Omega?" In an instant, the entire Soular power of 5 was focused into a single instant, a burst of energy finely tuned, controlled with a precision unimaginable to lesser users. Everything was put into speed, all of his power. For a moment, 5's entire being WAS speed, he had redirected his very purpose into moving rapidly. A wave moved outwards, like thunder through the air, interrupting Ozzy's speech even as he had intended to move into the offensive. In that instant, in that blink of an eye, 5 had crossed the distance between them. Then and there, 5 had reached speeds far beyond even Ozzy's maximum, even here. 5 raised a hand, and simply tapped Ozzy on the forehead. Surprise. Surprise that 5 had reached such speeds, crushing his concept of invulnerability in this realm of his. But even more surprise that he had not been harmed. It was typical foolishness - by focusing his entire being into speed 5 had sacrificed all offensive power. At that point, after that movement, he could not have killed a fly, much less perform any meaningful damage to Ozzy. But the surprise was all that he needed. The overwhelming surprise that had flooded Ozzy's thoughts for a mere moment was tinged, of course, with caution, anger, reassurance found in arrogance.... there was no such thing as perfect surprise. It was no gateway into the perfect synchronisation that would lead to Ozzy's immediate demise. "This is not your grand plan. You would fail, but I would fail to kill you. You would seek help, gathering resources from your infernal brethren, and even resorting to dealing with Bob. You would make pacts with the Chosen, and you would support them into defeating us. You would mastermind it all, saving the universe and reaping a benefit at once." Souls connected, as every one of the souls Ozzy carried with him was drawn into a resonance with 5's host of interconnected souls. That one instant had provided a fracture in his mental armour, an opportunity. For just a moment, he had been vulnerable, and the resonance that followed rapidly restored 5's spent energy. "It would all come to pass. As such, we have altered our plans from before. This time, we will eliminate you prematurely." Lightning blasted over Ozzy's skin, as his inner organs were assaulted, blood spewing from every orfice. But he would survive. This was his realm, here he was nearly indestructible. Even with 5 recharging, and pouring power into Ozzy. Even with his suit covering itself in his blood, he wouldn't fall. And the chances of such an opportunity presenting itself was small. With an explosive roar, the wall of Hell shattered. And through it, stepped a small train of individuals. Cloaked in power, each of them an individual on-level with 5. In front stood Cosmos, already shifting through and countering the hundreds of enchantments that made up this reality. And behind him stood the remaining members of the Omegans, power already gathering. They would burn Hell to the ground, and rip apart the very fabric of this world.

@thewizardguy

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ That, my friends, was one of the worst ideas ever conceived in the omegan's history...... Ozzy pulled out a cell phone, and flipped it open, as he headed to his throne, sitting, and pressing a button on the side. Lava pits drains to reveal large turrets, made from hellish foundries, imbued with evil essence. Demons armed with blades, staves, rifles, rpgs, and a vast array of other instruments of destruction pour out from the underground, and all of them begin their defence....but soon, things get worse..as a huge ass blue portal opens....and out pours an army of a thousand spirits, given undead form. Ranging from re-animated Nazis, to pagan worshiping warriors of old, this army opened fire on the omegan's from the sky. Hell fire from below, an army of the undead from the side, and that wasn't even the worst of it yet! Not EVEN! Soon, a portal, a bland, light yellow, a typical portal opens....and from above the omegan's dropped...a tank. A tank. A very, big, tank. "IIIII'MMMMMMMM BBBBBBAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!" A voice calls out, and everyone lets out a single word. In unison, Eruka, Ozzy, and Lisa say one word.....But, it was all that needed saying. "Shit!" The tank begins to spin, as a volley of energy weapons mounted to the beast fires, the main gun spinning about, firing off rapidly, and a large field opens up from the tank....disabling the ability to use teleportation, and portals, all the while disrupting Cosmos's efforts.. The armies now stuck on one arena, would either win, die, or surrender...but one thing was known for sure. Whoever was in the tank, was one insane motherfucker.......Who forced an army of extremely powerful wackos who wanted to destroy everything, the armies of hell, and the army of undead, to be locked in the same place, as he drove a tank though the first army listed, firing off all guns.

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I think the omega-follower's egos just wrote a check their powers can't cash.....They just entered the DANGER ZONE! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q78Darbt3Yo

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xuR0DqbQGN8 Welp, it's this time again guys......... Another evil.......... Another incoming menace........ SO LETS KICK SOME ASS! Drac looked about the cavernous location, and he could...feel....feel....something. It was strong...very strong...... "Guys, we need to get out of here. What ever is here....We don't want to fuck with it." Drac says, as Bug steps forth. "...I can sense it too. I can begin to try to seal it, meaning whatever it is would be slowed down...." Bug says, but he looks at Mithias. "It'd give you two enough time to go to the surface to go help the people above." Bug says. "...No, we can save them without a stupid self sacrifice." Drac says, as he looks around, aiming to find the way out of this cave system.

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@thewizardguy .......one job.

@kishin asura

Chill my homie, we'll kick their asses if they do show up.

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((STORYLINE NECROMANCY IN PROGRESS! *Showers of lighting and hell fire abounds.*)) As if the two events were linked, the act of the portals opening for Genocide, far away, on the swamp world where Kishin, the Seeker of blood, the dark one, and a little girl found themselves, another portal had opened, as if by fate itself. Out of this portal, fell a large canister, a pod with many screens, and buttons. Across the front of this machine, a large detachable plate was located, with screens reading vital signs, and oxygen levels. Slowly, the lights began to flash red, but as soon as it opened, the portal shut itself, an outside force sealing it. Soon, steam began to spew from the detachable plate, as it started to slide away, and the Seeker...he smelled blood inside the canister. Something was either bleeding, or was covered, in blood inside the thing.

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Prepare for the CS storm. I'm doing this at 2 am for me, so expect a few mistakes. Alert me to them when I am more awake, and I shall correct them. Name: Logar, the god of Apocalypse, emperor of the clone empire, opposer of deamon, denier of fate. Powers: God's call: This ability allows Logar to summon Klonos to aid his armies, no matter where, or when, unless a limiter, or some other power jammer is present. This also allows Logar to summon his imperial fleet, and troops to his location. Master combatant: As the son of a god of war, the ability to wage battle is abundant in Logar, allowing him to fight against foes much larger, and more numerous than himself. This also allows him to direct his troops, meaning their tactical ability is bolstered when he is near. Chaos aura: Logar's presence also increases the strength and destructive power of allies near him, be them his own troops, or those who have sided with him. This also makes enemy attacks weaker, as if those who stood with Logar shared his strength. Flight: Using mystical means, Logar can fly. God's blood: Logar is far more durrible than other, lesser beings. He's able to take punishment comparable to that of the most stalwart and hardy of creatures. As such, He's nearly brushed off attacks that would maim and cripple things such as some other gods. Telekinesis: Logar has basic telekinetic powers, meaning he can throw things around with his mind, or deflect incoming ranged projectiles. Tools: Sword of War: A blade that belonged to his father, the god of war, Logar's sword can regenerate if damaged, and shapeshift to fit the situation. It also is filled with a special war magic, meaning in Logar's hands, it strengthens his Chaos aura, making his allies far more powerful. If this is destroyed, Logar can recreate it given some time. Hate's black heart: The heart of his mother, the goddess of hatred, Logar wields this magical artifact to terrify, and destroy his foes. Able to produce a dark mist able to cloud the sight of his enemies, the mist also consumes the dead, and heals his allies. Undead are also damaged by the mist overtime, as if it was corrosive. Helm of Logar: (Yes, I changed his name for that reference.) The Helm of Logar is Logar's own artifact, created when he slew his sister in combat, and stole her artifact. The helm allows Logar to see invisible creatures, and sense souls, though most kinds of shields and barriers. It also leads to his foes seeing what they most fear approaching them, if they have fear in their hearts. Those with strong wills can see past this farce, but those of weaker minds, and wills, will be forced back, seeing that which they most fear. Emperor's Armor: Armor made from the highest grade bio metal the empire could craft, his armor is able to withstand both normal, and mystical attacks with ease, and repair itself. While it can be broken with enough concentrated fire, it will deflect the odd attack here and there. Army wide communicator: Logar has a wrist mounted communicator, which is made from similar bio-metal like his armor, meaning it can repair itself. This allows Logar to issue his army their commands, and tell his generals where to strike. It also allows for the spreading of critical information. It can be jammed via an extremely powerful radio jammer. Looks: Cross the God Emperor of Mankind with Eliphas the inheritor, and you about got him. Theme song: Duel of fates.

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<Snipped quote by thewizardguy> "Yes." Mithais stood in front of the door, beside Bug. "Life without honor, is no life at all." The vampire glanced back at the raving lunatic. "So that's Drac." He then inclined his piercing yellow eyes toward Bug. Sighing, He looked over the door as they prepared to open it. "I never realized how much I missed my father. But let's get yours out of here. We've got existence to save."

@Wraithblade6

"Agreed." Bug says, and Drac sighs, as he follows as well, his eyes hidden by the shadow of his hat, but if Mithas's ears were able, he might of been able to hear a tiny tapping noise...like tears hitting the ground. "....You miss your father? Well...after this is all over, you should go speak to him. Even if he died...well, there are ways to arrange a talk." Drac says, his voice wavering slightly.