thewizardguy
Member
Dumbgeon Master
- Last Seen: 3 yrs ago
- Joined: 12 yrs ago
- Posts: 9392 (2.06 / day)
- VMs: 2
-
Username history
- thewizardguy 12 yrs ago
Status
User has no status, yet
Bio
Just a random guy, doing random things.
Main RP: Hell's Coffee Lounge
Current RPs change often enough that it's too much effort keeping a list of them updated.
Most Recent Posts
I'll try and get Tiny on here. It's about time Nathan did something.
Tsukune smiles, as he nods. "That's good. The world needs a hero." He holds out his arm, and with a simple flick of the finger, creates a cut across his wrist. Bright red blood flows from the wound in excess, dripping to the floor. "I might be dead, but I'm not gone. It might not have been Stein's intention, but I can still do a bit to help you. Drink of my blood. With my vampiric cells in your body, you should be able to regenerate any damage to your brain." Power emanates from Tsukune as he says this, and you can practically feel the energy in the blood. While Tsukune might be young in appearance, he made Gabriel look like a handicapped puppy by comparison. "This blood contains the power I leeched by absorbing Alucard himself, and through him every monster on the face of my homeworld, gaining their powers. I'm not sure what will happen if you drink of it, but it's all I can do." Flames move in a collumn around Tsukune, his eyes bright red, as he offers you the blood.
"No. While your brain has been fried, your body is still alive. Your soul is still intact." Tsukune looks you over, and you get the feeling it isn't your appearance he's judging. His eyes have shifted to a blood red tint, and you get the definite feeling that they're staring straight into your soul. "Tell me. What is the most important thing in this world. The thing most worth fighting for." Tsukune looks into your eyes. "If you had the power to do one thing, even if it cost you everything, even if you died just trying..... what would you fight for?"
The Necron Lord saw his opponent coming. The forces of Chaos, holding on to the farce that was the Chaos Gods. They should know that while blood is temporal, death is eternal, and it is the slumber of the Nightbringer that would cleanse their distorted vision. "Feel the cold embrace of death, foolish human." The Necron Lord smashed the Resurrection Orb to the ground, and the vile energies of the Ctan Gods spread through the ground. His warriors rose from their slumber, as Dozens of Necron Warriors and a number of Flayed Ones marched from the facility, to meet these forces of Chaos. At the same time, the Necron Lord would account for himself as well.
His modified sceptre glowed with blue energy, a high-tech plasma cannon built to rend through all but the toughest armor. It was different from firing Gauss Blasts, as he usually preferred, but the Necron Lord was nothing if not versatile. A beam of bright blue energy ripped through one of the clones, cutting a very nice hole where his heart had used to be. A clean slice, the wound instantly cauterized after the blast. Of course, it took more than that to keep a space marine dead, chaos or no. As such, The Necron Lord gestured with his left hand, and the chaos space marine's head exploded.
His modified sceptre glowed with blue energy, a high-tech plasma cannon built to rend through all but the toughest armor. It was different from firing Gauss Blasts, as he usually preferred, but the Necron Lord was nothing if not versatile. A beam of bright blue energy ripped through one of the clones, cutting a very nice hole where his heart had used to be. A clean slice, the wound instantly cauterized after the blast. Of course, it took more than that to keep a space marine dead, chaos or no. As such, The Necron Lord gestured with his left hand, and the chaos space marine's head exploded.
((As nobody seems to be interested in interacting with the facility, I'm taking matters into my own hands.))
The Necron Lord of Kronos had been locked away. His immortal soul, bonded to a body of steel, was trapped. He had been probed and measured, as the Tau attempted to quantify and control the power of the C'tan Gods, each of which is omnipotent in it's own right. However, none could truly control, or measure, the soul. And as they had broken apart his body, they had forged a new one, scattered throughout the maze of steel that was the Tau facility. Bits of his own warriors, and his original body, fused with Tau and Eldar technologies. The Necron Lord was practical, if nothing else.
Each of the pieces, seperated physically, lived, and answered the Necron Lord's call. The foolish living had thought him dead, but he was immortal in death. His warriors answered him, and screams filled the facility as each piece of Necron Technology reassemvbled itself, the metal molding into a new, improved form. Gauss flashed alongside plasma weaponry, and the living were soon silenced, brought to peace by death. And when all within the facility had been silenced by the black cloack of the Nightbringer, from the darkness emerged the Necron Lord of Kronos, reborn again. This world would be brought into the silence of death by his very own hand. He could feel that the C'tan Gods had chosen him for this task.
The Necron Lord of Kronos had been locked away. His immortal soul, bonded to a body of steel, was trapped. He had been probed and measured, as the Tau attempted to quantify and control the power of the C'tan Gods, each of which is omnipotent in it's own right. However, none could truly control, or measure, the soul. And as they had broken apart his body, they had forged a new one, scattered throughout the maze of steel that was the Tau facility. Bits of his own warriors, and his original body, fused with Tau and Eldar technologies. The Necron Lord was practical, if nothing else.
Each of the pieces, seperated physically, lived, and answered the Necron Lord's call. The foolish living had thought him dead, but he was immortal in death. His warriors answered him, and screams filled the facility as each piece of Necron Technology reassemvbled itself, the metal molding into a new, improved form. Gauss flashed alongside plasma weaponry, and the living were soon silenced, brought to peace by death. And when all within the facility had been silenced by the black cloack of the Nightbringer, from the darkness emerged the Necron Lord of Kronos, reborn again. This world would be brought into the silence of death by his very own hand. He could feel that the C'tan Gods had chosen him for this task.
akje said
can you support that? link to source?The other point was that there wasn't really anything holding the net in place. If I run at full speed at a bedsheet suspended from a clothesline the question isn't if I run in with enough force to rip trough it, won't happen.I'll just take the thing with me wont I?
Monofilament wire is a fictional wire that appears in a variety of movies and novels, including Hellsing and several other works of literature and animation. It's not real, if that's what you're asking.
Now, if you were to run full force into a katana, the katana would be so sharp that your body would be cut to shreds. If you have a really sharp knife, you won't be able to exert any real force on it due to the fact that the edge is so thin.
Shikaru said
Oooohhh Magnus is gunna be PISSED! Lol. Wiz, You do know, That isn't a poison its a hallucinogen, right? It won't kill Ural..but I'll be damned if he will be coherent lol.
Hallucinogen's fall under the category of poison. Any substance that is harmful to the body when ingested is classified as a poison. Hallucinogenics create illusions by effectively punching the brain until it can't see straight, which is quite bad for your mental health.
Tsukune chuckles. "Time doesn't really go in straight lines here. I thought it was the afterlife, but I don't think you'd end up in the same place as I did if it was." A flash of regret passes through his eyes, as he looks at the classroom behind him. In the chairs, you can see oddly defined shapes, barely visible, as if formed from translucent smoke. "Based on you, Stein kept me in that damned stone of his." Tsukune sits down opposite you, as he sighs. "I think we're in your mind, my friend. From what I can see, your brain died, and this is your soul's last flickering breaths. That's why you're here. The only reason your soul hasn't dissipated as we were talking is because of the way time works here." Tsukune speaks with a sadness in his voice, and yet there's a resolve in it, as if he were preparing for something.
The boy laughs lightly. "Ah, you met Bob. I can smell him on you." He holds out his hand, smiling brightly. "My name is Tsukune, I'm also a vampire. I wouldn't really call this my realm. I'm pretty sure I'm dead." His grip is strong, but not overly so.
((Lol))
Kami looked over, as his attention was momentarily caught by a small vampire. Time had a way of rebalancing itself, removing those things that might unbalance it, a constant force to stabilize the flow of destiny. Kami's flash diverted from it's path, and lightning wrapped it's glowing fingers around Wraith. Flaming hot energy filled his body, rushing through his nervous system as his nerves were fried, the smell of bruning flesh becoming just a tiny bit stronger for the new victim of the flame. Within an instant, the lightning had reached Mithias's brain, which was reduced to ash.
Time was balanced once more. Mithias was dead. And yet.......
As Mithias opened his eyes after the painful flash of light, he would find himself in a most strange situation. He appeared to be standing in a brightly lit room, one of the walls covered in windows. Around him were small wooden desks, and across from him was a large board. Mithias was standing in a Japanese classroom, in the middle of a sunny day, although it appeared to be desserted. Through the windows, a large blackened forest can be seen, a red sky and an ocean of blood. And yet, somehow, it all seems relatively harmless, as shady figures play sports in-between the leafless trees. The entire room was suffused with an odd warmth, a happiness, a feeling of safety and comfort, a feeling of.... home.
Seated in one of the chairs next to a window was a youth, certainly no more than twenty years of age. He was wearing a completely green school uniform, built not particularly athletic, with jet black short hair. He was most likely Japanese, although his skin was surprisingly pale white. He turns towards you, smiling kindly. His eyes are blood red, and it's clear that this person is the center of the aura. Somehow, you are inside the stone in your pocket, which you can no longer feel, and this is what it looks like. The stranger smiles at you, as he stands up. "Hello. How did you get here?"
Kami looked over, as his attention was momentarily caught by a small vampire. Time had a way of rebalancing itself, removing those things that might unbalance it, a constant force to stabilize the flow of destiny. Kami's flash diverted from it's path, and lightning wrapped it's glowing fingers around Wraith. Flaming hot energy filled his body, rushing through his nervous system as his nerves were fried, the smell of bruning flesh becoming just a tiny bit stronger for the new victim of the flame. Within an instant, the lightning had reached Mithias's brain, which was reduced to ash.
Time was balanced once more. Mithias was dead. And yet.......
As Mithias opened his eyes after the painful flash of light, he would find himself in a most strange situation. He appeared to be standing in a brightly lit room, one of the walls covered in windows. Around him were small wooden desks, and across from him was a large board. Mithias was standing in a Japanese classroom, in the middle of a sunny day, although it appeared to be desserted. Through the windows, a large blackened forest can be seen, a red sky and an ocean of blood. And yet, somehow, it all seems relatively harmless, as shady figures play sports in-between the leafless trees. The entire room was suffused with an odd warmth, a happiness, a feeling of safety and comfort, a feeling of.... home.
Seated in one of the chairs next to a window was a youth, certainly no more than twenty years of age. He was wearing a completely green school uniform, built not particularly athletic, with jet black short hair. He was most likely Japanese, although his skin was surprisingly pale white. He turns towards you, smiling kindly. His eyes are blood red, and it's clear that this person is the center of the aura. Somehow, you are inside the stone in your pocket, which you can no longer feel, and this is what it looks like. The stranger smiles at you, as he stands up. "Hello. How did you get here?"
© 2007-2026