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I'm not the GM though, Shikaru is, so he'll get to pick whether or not you get that level of power.

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Necrosis said
Would squirrel girl be considered to OP?

I'm playing a God who can bend reality itself to his will, has an accute understanding of the working of a variety of types of magic, and has enough magical power to rip apart entire planets if he puts his mind to it. Whatever Squirrel Girl is, she's probably within the limits.

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At Bob's command, the corpses swarmed as one, armed with a variety of weapons from a variety of eras. Undead soldiers found the combaticon camp, as they opened fire with heavy weaponry. While the machinegun bullets didn't do much versus the heavy armor and energy shield possessed by the transformers, several were wielding anti-tank rifles and rocket launchers, as well as the occasional grenade launcher. Hundreds of soldiers poured towards the camp from all directions, shouting out with their rotting vochal chords, creating a chorus of moans, groans and almost animalistic hisses.

As Erika and Battler battle, a variety of undead rush in, slashing at anything that might get close. Bob, in his distaste for the witch, had sent her a rather mangy and weak group of zombies, dooming them to boredom. However, the numbers were calculated to be a quite potent danger to the three humans still in the area. It would be quite amusing if one of them should die, and his comrades would be forced to kill their fallen friend. A little drama, added to the bloodshed.

A new girl was in the area. As Bob did not know much about Ruby, he simply sent a horde of typical unarmed zombies, rushing in a mindless throng all around her. Above, the dracolich circled, uttering bone-chilling shrieks. Depending on her performance, he would send the undead dragon down to her as well. If she died, then that would be amusing as well, although Bob had already decided he would prefer her survival.

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Wraithblade6 said
Alright. I want it to be a time after Christianity existed, cuz I like the whole heaven vs. hell religious drama. Let's say it was more more than a few hundred after ancient Rome, and Gabe was by then already insanely old. Perhaps our young hunter didn't realize how little of a chance he stood when he went about his noble quest. He'd probably have gotten on well with Johnathan, minus the insanity. Vampire Template:Name: Mithias Aldaric VaromereAge: 700-800?When you were turned: As above. Early middle ages, Eastern Europe... perhaps it was Prague, but who knows any longer.Clothes: Long black coat and brimmed hat, boots, gloves. Hair: long blackEyes: goldenWeapons: In a typical one-on-one, Mithias dual wields a pair of titanium alloy longblades, with which he can occasionally deflect bullets out of the air, if he is paying attention. Plate vambraces serve as a decent defense for most close-combat if his speed doesn't suffice. His other, less-lethal weapon is a simple whip. Expertly manipulated by his practiced hand, it can do some significant impact damage, grasp objects, or be set aflame if he feels the occasion calls for it. Of course, a vampire cannot fail to be accustomed to modern technology; Mithias can use a variety of guns and vehicles. Powers: Enhanced speed, strength, and healing, as would be expected. Mithias has developed the ability to expend some willpower to shield his mind from his sire. ie resistance to mental control. Mithy gets on well with mortals, but has managed to stay out of the limelight and all but forgotten to history for quite some time. Having fallen into the role of protector of humanity and regulator of vampirekind, it's no surprise Mithias is an agent of SOLDIER.

I'm just going to comment that although vampires are quick, bullets move faster than the speed of sound.

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Weiss Schnee said
alright the fun will begin soon.

I just made it begin XD

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Bob sat back. Everyone seemed to be busy, but nothing truly interesting was going on. Everyone was walking around, looking for something interesting, and yet there was nothing there, because there was nothing interesting. Furthermore, the witch and her boyfriend were duking it out in the centre of the forest, and if they weren't careful they could end up blowing up the entire area. That would be funny, of course, but only brielfly so. Bob had learned a long time ago that blowing something up is fun, until you run out of things to blow up. Then it becomes quickly boring.
Bob decides it's time for some inspiration. He opens his cell phone, and looks up a couple of good tv shows. His power to warp reality meant he could get an internet connection from any location he wished, which was quite a useful ability. Looking through the vast library of attrocious crap that currently dominated Hollywood's output, Bob stumbled upon a gem among the the digitized feces. Beautiful. His mind brimmed with ideas. This was a great way to amuse himself!
Bob gestured, and pain shot through him. Not pain from the mind, or pain from the body, but pain from the soul. True pain. A small part of himself, a fragment of his massive soul, slowly detached itself from the Chaos Shard that was his origin point. In his hands, a small ruby appeared, in the shape of a skull. Those who would have gazed upon it would find it filled with all the colors they could imagine, and some of their greatest fears reflected within the red crystal surface. Bob flung the gem up, and it glowed as it flew ever higher into the atmosphere, coloring the air with a shining red trail. "Ladies and gentlemen, prepare for a surprise!" As Bob finished his announcement, the gem crashed to the ground at some point near the middle of the forest, forming a crater, as well as sending a wave of red energy through the entirety of the forest, as well as under the ground.
The ground rumbles and trembles, as thousands of hands dig through it. Old bones, forgotten by time, rise to unholy life. Decaying corpses from wars that none would know of, claw their way onto the surface. Flesh grows onto their mangy forms, and features are restored, up to an extent. The perfect amount, as thousands of rotting, decaying corpses claw up, each with the red gleam of the Death Gem in their eyes. A dragon, who had lain here for over a thousand years, rises from it's slumber as a dracolich, dressed in frozen flames. The sky itself turns dark, the sun red, as Bob's zombie apocalypse begins.

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Zerofighter said
I can make him at hulk level(Sense characters like THor, Superman, Wonder WOman, and Hercules all have strenght that can match hulk), and I can have him light speed, but if thats not ok I will make him near light speed

I was tempted to apply physcs, and state that moving at near light speed would cause your molecules to be smashed into atoms, and those atoms to be smashed into quasars, but it's DC so I really don't care.

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DiZL ReloadeD said
ok, gonna add a Kasrkin from the imperial guard, cs up soon

MORE?!

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Wraithblade6 said
How about an old ex vampire hunter that he sired, who ever afterward periodically rises to oppose him?I'll work on a sheet, pending your approval of course.

Well, Gabriel is insanely old. This guy is probably going to be someone from Ancient Greece, or Rome, or the Perzian Empire. Maybe a Mayan, that would be cool.

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More 40k chars? I'm going to be dropping in some orcs if I have to.