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Current I still like to come by and leave a flower here sometimes.
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Hey remember when this site didn't have 3 tabs in the IC threads? Crazy.
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I feel like Myriad Reality is somehow the secret glue holding this entire site together
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People like to nudge aside the fact that there's a level of commitment to hosting, and joining an RP. The majority of players don't have it in either case, regardless of how interesting an idea is.
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I've been gone so long that I forgot what the status bar was like. It's like coming back to an old apartment, except it's not an apartment anymore, it's just two walls and a lot of heroine addicts.
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Nihilist, but like, the cool type of nihilist, you know?

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Jenso was quickly approached by a man with a cloak covering his entire body. He had a giant scythe on his back, and deep purple eyes.

"I overheard your conversation. You are Jenso?" The man asked. "I am The scythe, fastest fighter of Galthorn. And I will make sure you do not leave the ring alive. The prize will be mine."
As Jenso entered the tent, he noticed that it was completely full of fighters. Many different men and women. Rajaka and Zelriane were resting near the back of the tent, the large man with his arms crossed and his back against a support beam, and Zelrian sitting with his legs crossed. Mikey waved at Jenso from the opposite side of the tent. "Over here!"

"Attention fighters!" A voice roared through a set of strange devices near the top of the tent. They were speakers. "The tournament will be starting in an hour, however, the bracket has been revealed for the first 16 fighters!" Suddenly, a screen rose from the ground at the far end of the tent, beside Rajaka. He didn't care to look, neither did Zelriane. When it flashed on, the names appeared at the bottom of a large 16 person bracket.

Round 1 - Jenso V.S. 'The Scythe'
Round 2 - Charles V.S. Tri-Elemental Wizard of power

Round 3 - Norman the Great V.S. Ross Mountain-rend
Round 4 - Molly V.S. Sniper Joe

Round 5 - 'Mega' Mikey V.S. Luke, The powerful
Round 6 - Kristen Kattattack V.S. Shape shiftin' Steven.

Round 7 - Maria Movespeed V.S. Man with a plan
Round 8 - Shell Spinner V.S. Joe

"Whoa, looks like I might have to fight you after all, Jenso!" Mikey said excitedly, "Assuming you can beat that 'scythe guy' anyways, haha."

"Remember folks, the tournament hosts are not responsible for injury or death, but our medical team will try their best to avoid any and all fatalities!" The announcer said. "The first fighters should arrive at the ring in 50 minutes!"
"Ho-Ho! This one's got a big mouth, Eh Zelriane?" Rajaka said, looking over the the short green draped man. Zelriane was, however, already entering the tent. Rajaka's eyes narrowed and he kissed his teeth. "Fine, whatever. I'm lookin' forward to smashing your goddamn skull into a fine paste," Rajaka threatened, moving closer to him with his last words, and standing up. "Count your seconds, shit-lord!" He mocked, walking away with his arms swinging in a relaxed manner.
Psh, professors are all secretly giant assholes.

Which is why I want to be a professor, lel.
Jenso made his way over, but was stopped half-way to the tent by the same giant hand that had knocked him side before. It spun him around, and Rajaka was facing him, knelt down to his level yet again. He glared at Jenso silently for a second and snorted.

"Are you quite done harrassing the competition?" The shorter green fellow interupted, walking past both of them without another word. Rajaka huffed angrily and kept staring at Jenso, straight in the eyes.

"This kid's pissin' me off," Rajaka grunted, letting go of Jenso's shoulder and resting his elbows and his knees as he sat knelt over. "Somethin' about him seems awfully eh.. Annoying."
The taller man, towering over Jenso at a titanic 8 feet tall, looked in his direction briefly. His eyes glowed a deep golden hue and his long blonde hair lashed back when he spun it neck. Although his face was covered with a black mask, Jenso could see the lines in his angry expression. Suddenly his angry posture melted away and he faced Jenso completely, bowing slightly and raising a hand. "Oh, well lah-dee-dah! Allow me to apologize for wrinkling your precious little blouse, madam," He paused and leaned down to eye level with Jenso as his friend, a very short man with a similar black mask, green hair, and green eyes, signed up for the tournament, "On second thought, go fuck yourself." He grunted, turning towards the counter.

"I have already signed you in, Rajaka," The green man stated. The man at the counter glared at Zelriane with a hint of surprise and fear. He'd signed them up rather fast, hadn't he? "We are to wait in that building over there."
The man wrote Jenso's name down and nodded. "Great! Be sure to head towards the tournament hut when you're ready. We'll be starting one hour after we have 2 more signups!" The man said, pointing to her left. Mikey was there, waving to Jenso from afar as his friends headed into a large tent-like enclosure.

But somebody tapped Jenso's shoulder before he could follow.

"Excuse me," A raspy voice asked calmly. Before Jenso could respond, a massive hand reached forward and pushed him out of the way with ease.

"Get outta the way!" A large man shouted from behind.


Diver's Paradise, Eastern Entrance

@Jensoman@LokiLeo789



The surrounding Divers turned to Len when he interupted Luke with a plethora of worried and excited looks. Not many people had the nerve to cut Luke off, but nobody really knew what would happen if they did. Luke looked at him for a second, but chuckled and nodded instead of getting angry. "Len, eh? I like the cut of yer jib! Glad you're one o' us, otherwise I'd have to pound ya!" Luke said in jest with a hearty chuckle. "I'll remember yer name."

When Jenso began explaining what had happened earlier, Luke turned to him and the color drained from his face. The news pulled him pretty far down from his happy little pedestal. "Eh.. So that's how it is. She looking for me right now then?" Luke asked once more, looking towards his home that was planted firmly in the side of the wall. Then Jenso asked of war. He turned to him and placed his hands on his hips. "Well, about that. There's been a few changes in this uh.. This whole situation, a lot of revelations, some new unions, stuff that aint' exactly common talk." Luke shot a glance at nearby Divers who were listening in, prompting most to look away and mind their own business. "Although I aint too keen on making it all public just yet, we may be findin' ourselves clashin' with the CMAS again soon. Who knows," Luke looked away again and sighed. "You brought Yvette and this CMAS kid back, didn't ya, Jenso?" Luke looked at Brian, and then turned to the dirtied coat that he had thrown away, grinning subtly as he did so.
As Jenso neared the stand, the man up front looked at him and smiled. "Of course, the Feralda Kingdom's single elimination bracket tournament is just as it sounds, a round by round 1v1 fighting tournament with 32 participants! Winning a round moves you up a bracket. To win, you must simply make your opponent surrender, knock him out of the white marble ring, or beat them so badly that they can't fight back! We have 3 spots left, would you like to enter?"
~ Chapter 50 ~

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Mikey's friends ran after him and the welcoming man guided Jenso inside, closing the doors behind him with a strange type of magic. It seemed the people here were not ignorant of magic. Hell, based on what Mikey said, they might all be just as strong, if not stronger than Jenso! The registration stand waited ahead, but Jenso didn't really know what the prize of this tournament even was, or who was entering, or what the rules were!
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