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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.

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@Kurai Assassin
Wait, wasn't it already on? I mean, you came to one of their fuel depots and started slaughtering them..... so I'm not sure if it gets myuch more "on" than that without involving a beloved Ape.
@Wraithblade6
In order for something to have volume 0, it would have to be a form of energy. All matter must have a volume, because atoms and subatomic particles have a volume. It's impossible for mass to be smaller than a quark.

Also, dividing by zero is a mathematical impossibility, as any number could be the correct answer.
@Shikaru@Legion-114@2b3heart@DiZL ReloadeD@Kurai Assassin

Time was out. A Crusader whipped out one of their famous flamethrowers, a smile behind the helmet. With the simple press of the trigger, the burner activated. A chain reaction ensued, as the burner ignited the gas in the air. Blue flames exploded outwards, engulfing everything in the area, a wave of heat and fire that threatened to consume those who remained alive. Those left would experience a moment of suffocation, the fire having burned away the oxygen. Then, the world went blank.

Chasing the trail of gas, the fire had shot down into the building's basement. There it had rushed through the pipes, the metal being pushed outwards by the sudden heat, unable to relieve the pressure. Eventually, and inevitably, it reached the main tanks. The pressure was immense, and neither the steel containers nor the ground above could halt the wall of fire. It exploded outwards, the very ground bursting upwards as metal shards ripped their way through the Pelican. A wave of fire and force left a trail of devastation, forcing the Freelance crew to the ground.

Eventually, the dust settled. The building had been ripped to shreds, the Pelican lay in a wreck. A number of the Hive dropships had been brought down by the explosion, and there were a large number of casualties. No Purge survived the explosion. The crew of the Pelican would manage to crawl from the wreckage, having been shielded by the vehicle's walls from the brunt of the force. However, those that had remained on the ground would find themselves heavily wounded, only the suits (and/or regenerative powers) had prevented their deaths. Even Blood found himself nearly cut in half by a piece of shrapnel the size of a car.

Of course, the explosion had a single silver lining. The silver nitrate cloud had been sucked to the ground by the vacuum, and it left the entire area looking like a post-apocalyptic christmas decoration.

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Kami stood, as the image was replaced by static. The bomb had gone off, but there was no way to guarantee that those that had struck out against the Purge had been dealt with. When he had first received the reports, he had believed it to be another vampire attack. Small groups of vampires regularly struck out at Purge outposts around the country, remnants of Mohuaak's Army. However, the attackers had soon shown their true nature. It appeared there was a well-equipped human force that was trying to take down the Purge, for whatever reason. the reports of a Hive force being present were also strange. Hive hadn't acted in years, and their goals seemed to align with those of the Purge.

"Send a squadron of Interceptors, and prepare my personal ship. Further notify Sir Comfort and Sir Everett. They will accompany me to the location, armed with fire-based weaponry."

Stepping out of the armoured basement, Kami proceeded to the launch pad with all haste. Within moment the preparations were made. The interceptors would scout out the area, and deal with any reinforcements that might arrive for the enemy. He would personally deal with any remaining ground troops, and verify who it was that challenged the Purge.

All those that protected the vampire filth would die.
@Remipa Awesome
^^

Don't worry, Gabriel isn't going to do anything to Hank's brain without permission. But the option is definitely there.
@PuRe DaRkNeSs@Remipa Awesome@Wraithblade6

Gabriel raises an eyebrow. "What, are my wines so distasteful you feel the need to go hunting?" He steps forward, and Chantelle realized that Gabriel had taken offense. "Perhaps your tastes aren't quite as distinguished as you believe them to be. Hmph. You probably can't even tell A from O, another barbaric consumer who doesn't know quality. You know, blood has a very fine distinction of texture, and in order to properly experience...." He continues on for some time about the different kinds and qualities of blood, making a running commentary on his personal preferences. Speaking to him, blood sounded less like a drink and more like a work of art, something to be tasted and treasured, an experience far beyond simple sustenance.

Eventually, the trio would arrive at the house, and Mithias interrupted Gabriel. He was one of the few people on the planet that could cut through the Vampire Lord's rants without being killed for the insult. However, Mithias was well aware that, left to his own devices, Gabriel could quite literally continue monologuing for years at a time. Without the need to breathe or sleep, the length of Gabriel's rants had no hypothetical limit, and he had continuously ranted for weeks on end in the past.

"So, you want me to perform.... brain surgery, of a sort?" He smiles, as he leans over. He had already known, but hearing Mithias ask him for this held some sweetness in it. He could make anyone say anything, and Mithias was the only being beyond his immediate control. As such, Mithias' act of submission, and admission of vulnerability was strangely delightful. "Well it's certainly within my abilities. Of course, there's a far easier route. The root of the problem isn't his memories, after all. His losses and pains are a heavy burden to bear, but over the years he will gain only more. Every vampire gathers the pain of their lifetime to them, like an aura of accumulating agony, until eventually they go insane." He chuckles, as he lays his hand on Hank's forehead.

Hank would find himself reliving his memories, seeing his family slaughtered, seeing his own murders. The kills that he himself had performed in his blood lust, locked into his unconscious, were played before him like a movie. But the natural response, the fear and pain, the deep sorrow, were gone. Gabriel suppressed them, blocking them from creeping into his mind. Watching these events, Hank would find himself completely unaffected by them, sheltered from his pain altogether by Gabriel's touch. "Of course, I could grant you a far more permanent solution, my boy. The root of your problems isn't memories of pain, or sad events. They aren't your suicidal thoughts, or emotional instabilities. No, those are merely the symptoms of a far more grievous disease. Human empathy."

Gabriel smiles widely, revealing rows of pointed teeth, as he looks Hank in the eye. It was clear that Mithias was no longer being addressed, and Gabriel spoke rather to Hank directly. "So tell me, my boy. Do you want me to make the pain go away?"
Quick not on fighting the Purge. They're pretty much perfect soldiers. I'm not quite ready to reveal how they're made, but Crusaders are effectively intelligent zombies with armour and swords. And occasionally flame throwers.

Also, the Singularity Bomb is bullshit. I'm having the Purge do an explody thing, but at least this explody thing is survivable. Someone could easily write a post about their power armour, mech suit or vamp powers allowing them to survive the fuel explosion. The singularity bomb would instantly kill everyone within a mile, ending the roleplay for everyone.

Also, the name is inaccurate >.>

A singularity is a point of infinite mass. As it has infinite mass, it's gravity is also infinite. The existence of any one true singularity would instantly accelerate every particle in the universe to light speed. Which would be bad.
The Purge was beaten back, if with difficulty. Even riddled with bullets, they simply kept on moving, and only Freelance's experience and skills prevented panic from spreading. They were unable to match the offensive firepower, and the charging wave was beaten back, those that got into melee getting in a few good hits, but not dealing any major damage. Even as this transpired, however, both Hive and Freelancer would notice something even stranger than the nigh-immortal killing machines. As one, the Purge dropped their weapons and sank to their knees, murmuring prayers under their breath.

Others would not know what to make of this, as the Purge seemed to lose all will to fight. Killing them became suddenly easy, as they would simply sit still as a gun was leveled to their faces. Only Katya, who had experienced Purge tactics firsthand, realized what was about to happen.

The Purge didn't surrender, and they didn't give up. The prayer was a mere preparation for inevitable death. Not from the enemy, for they would otherwise have died in battle. The sudden burst of prayer meant this entire area was about to be bombed. The Purge were planning on destroying the entire fuel depot, and everyone in it.

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Inside the building, Knight looked through the Purge files trying to find what he wanted. However, all the documents he found were written in some form of code. On the surface, they appeared to be nothing more than religious propaganda, but the strange way it was written had convinced Knight there was some kind of message hidden in these documents. The problem was that without the proper knowledge, a code was nearly impossible to translate. Unlike a cipher, it didn't simply replace letters. Instead words meant something completely different, and entire paragraphs could be nothing but red herrings. Even using a team of experts, it could take months, or even years, to figure out what the original meaning had been, unless Knight could somehow figure out what the phrases meant.

Suddenly, he would hear footsteps nearby. He was alone in the room, but the metallic clanking clearly meant another Crusader had made his way into the basement. Those suits were quite sturdy, but incapable of stealth. As such, Knight was easily able to sneak to the door, getting a good look at the figure in the building.

The metal-clad warrior was messing with the valves on the pipes that ran below the fuel deposit. He appeared to be opening a third valve, which lead to some unknown area. It clearly wasn't connected to any of the fuel containers, nor was it connected to any of the exit pipes for releasing fuel. Knight had left it alone, not having a clue what any of the valves did. However, after the steady rumbling of flame, he came to a quick conclusion. Having lost the fight above, the Purge were about to ignite the fuel. Hundreds of liters of high-powered flammable liquids, designed for incredible heat and spread. The pressure buildup would cause a massive explosion, and everything nearby would be coated in flames.

And he, of course, was right in the middle of it.
@Shikaru XD I just noticed that. Oh my God, I was even more tired than I thought ^^

Sorry, will edit now.
@Shikaru
Thanks ^^

Look forward to seeing how Blood and the Freelancers react to the Purge assault.
Gabriel chuckled, as he looked on from afar. Time changes many things, but it had yet failed to remove the stick from his sireling's ass, as was clearly shown by his stiff demeanour. Walking down towards the trio, he formed a glamour over his own appearance. Not an illusion as much as a suggestion, both Mithias and Charizard would be able to see through it with ease. However to Hank, who was far from mastering his psychic capabilities, Gabriel would appear as a short and stout figure, dressed in regal robes and a top hat. He was pale with bright red eyes, but his smile seemed surprisingly jolly, as opposed to menacing. In his hand he held a cup of wine, which he immediately raised to Hank and Mithias.

"Mithias! It's so nice of you to drop by my humble abode. And I see that you've brought your own fledgeling along with you." Gabriel smiled, as he looked Hank over. In truth there was no reason for this exaggerated motion, Gabriel already knew everything he wanted to know about Hank. Information pulled directly from the fledgeling's mind, leaving nothing but a slight sense of wrongness in his wake. However, such motions helped lesser beings understand his actions, and Gabriel was glad to act out the part. "And from what I've heard, you yourself have experienced the pains of attempting to keep them alive. Do you remember when you thought it was a bright idea to singlehandedly attack the entire Spanish army? Even I had trouble getting you out of that one!"

Still beaming, Gabriel motioned for everyone to follow him. "My house is just up here, and I have refreshments. I'm sure your sireling longs for the taste of some real blood, as opposed to the low-quality drivel you insist on taking." He catches Mithias' stern look, and chuckles, making an innocent face. "Safely and consensually gathered from the generous people of Hawaii, of course. You'd be surprised how cooperative people become when you hold the lives of their family in your hands."
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