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supertinyking said
Good....I am thinking of bringing in someone who is massively powerful....

How interesting. So am I. I'm planning on cachin in on the Clone Wars you got going.

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Jack smiles, monitoring the brainwaves of the two vampires. His tests had already confirmed a theory he had had for a long time. Oldbloods had always been a seperate cast of vampires, a leading group capable of killing hundreds. :Lords of the night, to be feared by the common rabble. However, the common idea had been that any vampire, were he of sufficient age, might become an Oldblood. The silly delusion that somehow, one's powers became greater with time. In reality, of course, it works quite differently. Only the vampires that are Oldbloods survive to become so old. It takes a while, of course, for a vampire to reach it's full strength, flexing it's muscles to full potential. However, Martin's genetic makeup made him an oldblood, far more powerful than other vampires.
The main target of his research was, however, the most mysterious elements about vampires. An element that no science had been able to grasp and understand. Vampires seemingly possessed psychic abilities, which had long been the source of mysticism and superstition. It was one of the greatest mysteries of the modern world, something that some believed to be proof of the existance of magic, and through it, whatever foolish and superstition beliefs they might hold. As such, would it not be the greatest achievement of science if he were able to unveil that mystery? And would it not be the greatest achievement in military history if he were able to apply it? A force said to be supernatural, capable of influencing the very thoughts of others. He would unveil it's secrets.

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Tyki said
"not that fast!" i exclaim as i rush to keep the skyscraper sized trees from crushing what i've already managed to get done. "you have to take things slow" i say evenly as i move the trees into one big pile, seeming to lift and move them without effort before slapping him upside the head for almost costing me my budding race. "now get them processed into usable things" i order, giving him some boring owrk as punishment

"Usable..... things." A vague order indeed. Anti-Tyki's mind began calculating the amount of objects that could be created from wood that could be 'used', resulting in him discovering that every possible shape made of wood can be used to beat someone's face in. As such, he came to the conclusion that the most adequate form would be that of a toothpick. Slicing away at it's usual speed, Anti-Tyki starts reducing the trees to toothpicks.

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Mtntopview said
Optimus was thrown back by the blast. Even he couldn't manage to deflect it. He was nearly offline. "You will not be capable of defeating Unicron" He said, although it was very hard, "Prophecy said ..." he had trouble finishing the sentence. Despite his wounds, he stood up again. "I shall not fall" he said.

Lilith smiles, as she holds up her blade. Had she had compassion in her, she might have felt it for the hero who stood before her. They both knew that Optimus could not win this fight, not as long as Lilith had her contract with Unicron. Her blade extends, five meters long, glowing bright red as she floats into the air. "I don't care about your silly little prophecies. They're usually useless." With that, she shoots forward, the blade slashing through Optimus's chest. A moment passes, where both parties stand perfectly still, as if someone had hit pause. Then, with a resounding thud, the two halves of Optimus seperate, crashing to the ground.
Lilith walks up to the massive wreck of a robot that had dared oppose her. She jumped onto his chest, and sliced away the breastplate, revealing the circuitry that lay beneath. It was a bit of work rooting through it, but after some effort, she managed to unveil the Matrix of Leadership, which she ripped from his chest, a proze of conquest. The only weapon that could defeat Unicron, allegedly. The only problem now was to figure out how to use it.....

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"Hmph." For once, Bob wasn't in the mood for small talk. He was annoyed, and as such, he appeared before Unicron, surrounded in a massive flaming aura. Behind him, the spectres from the Theatre poured out of their imprisonment, feeding Bob power as they once more enacted out their pointless tragedies, unaware that they were simply being played, again and again, by the Taker of Souls. "So, it seems we're going to have a rematch. Let's see if you can beat me this time. Oh, and Eris'll help." Bob's smile held none of his usual playfulness. This time, there would be no riddles.

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As expected, the two had started revealing their physical force, attempting to threaten him. It was a logical reaction, or it would have been, had it not been exactly what he wanted them to do. "You dare threaten me?" Stein holds up one hand, as the threads of their souls spin at his command. Within seconds, they find themselves completely immobilized, unable to move. Bound into place by their own souls. Of course, this maneauver immobilized Stein as well, but they didn't know that. He was able to leave his mouth functional, adding to the illusion that he wasn't paralyzed. "I could strike you both down right now, if I wished to. Do not test me."

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NoahFire said
Whatever floats your boat. No. When all you think about is the people you care about most, for me, you guys, And then someone just says their all going away and dying in the end, your heart falls into a mother fucking pit. My closest friends are moving away at the same time and the people I care about are starting to ignore me. I will rant if I want to because atm my life is startin to go downhill after It just got up hill. So no. I dont think im takig what he said a little too close to heart. And if I am atm I dont give a damn.

I would never ignore you.

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FoxFireOfDawn said
Hi! *scans over the before posts*...Bad time to come? ._.

Never a bad time.

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Anti-Tyki nods, as it's large red arm, grows out into what looks like a large circle saw. However, instead of a serated edge, there's a line of glowing energy, bright yellow. It then shoots forward, breaking the sound barrier, as it starts chopping down nearby trees faster than the human eye can follow. As hundreds of trees start falling, the laws of the universe proclaim Tyki the most badass lumberjack ever.

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Wraithblade6 said
I guess the good news is, as long as there's someone more depressed than me, I can focus on them and not worry about myself.

Silver lining.

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NoahFire said
A) That is cheesy as hellB) Who cares? Were all gonna die anyway so whats the point? C) thanks for telling me about how everyones just gonna die, so nothin matters. I now have a new oppinion on life. Its bullshit.

Sometimes the cheesy things are true. The point, my dear, is the fact that when I watch my little brothers play, it brings a smile to my face. The point is that when I talk to you, and the other people on the forum, it makes me feel happy, secure, at home. The point, Angel, is the fact that dying doesn't matter in the here and now, because in the here and now, all that matters is whether or not you're happy.

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Tyki said
((it's my 'me' character but everyone knows me as tyki anyway so why change it....))

((Okay, I thought so.))
The creature holds out it's right arm, which transforms into a massive gun, a glowing ball of energy forming before the barrel. The electronic eye activates, as it scans you, checking which Tyki you are. After it discovers you are not a Noah, it lowers the weapon, the energy dissipating. "Target not acquired. In lieu of further orders, I shall do whatever is necessary to assist, provided it does not conflict with previously established objectives." Anti-Tyki had established that this place was filled with clones already, and no use would come out of proceeding with violence. It would assist, until it was reclaimed by it's master or discovered it's target.