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Current The Truest and Most Ultimate Showdown has beguneth. Goofykins V.S. SpongeByrne!
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10 days ago
Does anyone know where I can figure out how to unfabricate memories? Asking for a friend.
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8 mos ago
Check out our new and improved thread. Just an interest check for now, but oh boy is there so much more to come! roleplayerguild.com/topics/…
2 yrs ago
Oh Bleach RP oh Bleach RP where art thou oh quality Bleach RP. Why hast thou forsaken thee? Seriously though, WHY!?!
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Man i'm bored. Arena, someone fight me or something, I don't know....

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Noir Iridian
Chatterbox
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Based on call outs in comms, the glimpses he periodically got of Behemoth, and the state of the city, things were not going particularly well for them. He tried to focus on his purpose--and on organizing thralls--honing in on the trapped, injured, and salvageable in the wreckage, as well as calming people and enhancing the teamwork of his decidedly temporary compatriots. He kept a smile off of his face, despite feeling a certain warmth buried under the cold reality and barely controlled terror that Behemoth’s presence in Denver caused. Of course, the disgust and revulsion he felt when they came across charred corpses or people so injured that they were barely alive--more gore than person. Indeed, he had failed to hold himself together several times now when faced with the terrible carnage of the Endbringer.

Still, he kept on, swallowing down his bile every additional time he almost lost whatever little was left in his stomach. He had a job to do...and his own goals to pursue. He could hardly do that if the city and its inhabitants were totally eviscerated. He didn’t want to have to set himself up elsewhere, especially since it might mean losing his employer...and his many fans.

"In the collapsed building just ahead, we’ve got quite a few survivors," he pointed out to his group, gesturing in the direction to be more specific. He began heading in that direction, organizing those who would listen to him and--similarly--using the volume of his voice to latch onto the locations of those within even more. After a few moments of this some of the survivors began calling out, trying to help the capes find them more easily.

All the while, Chatterbox’s mind whirled through plans and processing information as he got it, organizing his moves if the city--and enough of its population--survived this ordeal.

It would be a totally new arena, he realized, and he was honestly looking forwards to the challenge.
Evelyn Chambers – Tulpa


Evading and watching at a distance for a long while after her projection had demanifested, she stayed with Cascade, keeping mobile and never staying in the same place for terribly long. She didn’t want to make herself an easy target, she knew that much. In the meantime, she used her tulpa’s shadow to locate capes--along with her comms--and then spread out its influence, detecting survivors and then pointing them out to groups. It was a maneuver with a dual purpose: Helping people and gathering powers and physical traits for her next attack on the hero killer.

Her face scrunched up at the thought, disgusted that even despite her efforts the Endbringer had felled some of Denver’s greatest defenders. It was just another point against this cruel, evil world they lived in. Shaking her head she refocused, mind more adroit with the added traits from Cascade’s power. After roughly fifteen or so minutes she decided it was time.

The silver silhouette drew itself together, consolidating its ethereal form and rising above the skyline of Denver. Evelyn bit her lip, sorting through powers and physical traits, mixing and matching as she felt was best until suddenly...she hit a block. She tilted her head and opened her eyes.

"Huh?"

She tried again...to no avail, her power refusing to add or remix further. She tried expanding the size of the projection. Nothing.

"What’s happening?" She uttered in what would become a quiet horror. Cascade raised an eyebrow, and put a hand on her shoulder.

"What’s wrong?"

Evelyn kept trying...and failing, to add complexity to her projection, but could not, "I...I don’t..." she clutched at the edges of her clothes, mouth working, but no further sound coming out. She swallowed hard, a sinking feeling swiftly becoming an aching emptiness in her chest.

"Are you alright?" Cascade said, a worried tone entering her voice. Evelyn shook her head, took a deep breath and tried to calm down, repeating the exercise for a long thirty seconds before her heartbeat finally began to slow.

"My power’s not working right," she managed, her voice small and reedy. She grit her teeth and steeled her nerves. This...this wasn’t the time, the world needed her. She cast her eyes to Behemoth and the heroes desperately trying to slow the endbringer down.

They needed her.

Evelyn stopped rearranging the powers she’d planned to. It seemed she had more...limitations now. She wasn’t sure of the shape of them, or the reason they were so suddenly present, but she had an inkling and she also had more pressing concerns.

"It doesn’t matter." She said, determination leaking back into her voice and body language.

She’d tried destroying Behemoth and that hadn’t worked. Now she didn’t have that option it seemed. Instead, she’d have to slow him down. This in mind she settled on her projection’s powerset.

Threefold altered state: Single phase temporal matter lock~~Permanent~~Form modulation. Limit, mass rearrangement. Twofold: High precision expanded phase-integration. Limit, personal integration, range. Twofold: Integration-initiated transcendent escalation. Focus, radius amplification. Physical phase-state modulation. Focus, repair.

Then she began work on the silhouette and the physical traits of the form. The former expanded out into a huge grid-like network so closely woven that one would not have been able to tell that it was even individual ‘strands’. From there she assigned its traits, her focus intense, eyes closed.

Air+energy(weightless). Metal(solid).

That finished she took a breath and manifested the projection. The silver light disappeared, replaced by...nothing. The projection moved, its presence only apparent by how dust and debris swirled or was cleaved as it came into contact with the thing.

She decided that she’d call this manifestation the Wraith.

Its name given, the projection flew into motion, disturbing air and particulate with its passing, but otherwise ignoring all obstacles on its path towards Behemoth.

Soon she would see how the dynakinetic fared against the Wraith’s ethereal trickery.
Aloft was held his skyscraper blade, which truly scraped the sky, fpor he stood there, wiothin the realm of skyeia,below the heavens above,aloft the heaven’s hell below. Then it all went a shuddef and from thos eshudders the land warrped and twisted and warred with itself as reality attempted and failed to latch onto a single location.

Goofykins began a skypound dance,. Thrusting his hips with mighty motions, overexaggerated to a degree most untoward, his string-bean ears flopping back and forth outb of sync with his herrendousy hips.

“Hyuck Hyeuck, Hyeck, Hyonder, my my may Mr. Byrne Down The Kids, I tyink you may have miscylcyullated,” the Ineffebable Prisoneror hyucked most spendiforously. “Hyu must think me getted if this is your first thyout to unwield me and mine!” Then, Goofykins began to laugh, and his laugh laughed and his laughed, laugh, laugh, loaf, lough, luffed, louffed, lorfen laugh laughing laugh’dededdigginsly AND FROM THAT HORRIBLE SOUND THE WORLD SHUDDERED IN CORRUSCATING PATTERNS of unshoadden nature. A face resolved itslef in the bakcscape of their battleground and briefly the meow most è̷͠l͏͏̢͘͘d̶̵͜r͘͞i̵̶͝҉͠ţ̶͡c̴̢͞h̷͟҉͟ rang out through the minds of everything present, and with the sound the SOUND became orange, and with that ORANGE the woruld around them collapsed into orange and black stripes and with those stripes…

You know what, fuck that.



Goofykins swung the skyscraper blade and it cleaved through space itself leaving a deep riftstrain more destructive than even the thirty-first deletion. Time wobbled and wibbled and collapsed and then stabilized, but the space never healed


DETROIT - Long ago.

It was a perfectly average day in Detroit, there was smog and crime and alas the city still existed as a member of the United States of AMURICA. It was a bright beautiful smog-clouded day. A man was taking his daughter, because it was TAKE YOUR KID TO WORK DAY, truly it was all around a better time.

Then.

Then it happened.

A black hole opened in the sky and it tore open, a huge gray blade slicing the very plain in twain, from sky to deep beneath the ground. Buildings were parted and the force of the slash destroyed much of Detroit, rendering it into ruins that could not be healed or unrendered. From the Massive Riftstrain monstrosities were belched, but the gray blade was extracted and disappeared. Usually, a Riftstrain would simply close, but this one was different...instead of merely closing it collapsed and warped itself into needles and threads that wove themselves into the very fabric of the once great industrial city.

It would only be a year later that the City became a City State.

Suddenly all glimmers of uneasying joy fell from the face og Goofykins. The great riftstrain continued to spread, rending not just where they were in moments, but destroying the illusion and SIMILITUDILARLY destroying portions of actual real life locations that the imagery had been evoking.

HyueckHyeuckHyeuck he chortled in monotone. “Hyu myscalcyulated,” hye said stepping forwards. Each footfall made the sky shudder and the illusions continue to tear asunder. He then began hopping down invisible steps in the sky before his legs ran on air, as if slipping, and he began to slide clumsily downwards--his expression flat and lifeless the whole while, making the the actions of his body totally de-synchronized from his expression. He began to accelerate at a startling rate--not dissimilar to his earlier movements(itud[itisia])--and eventually he regained his sliding balance, leaning back on the invisible slide, sparks being generated at his feet as he moved his skyscraper blade infront of him and cradled it like so many CHILD.

“HYU WHYLE REGRET YOUR UTTERANCE CUR. Fyrst I while pluck from you the SYUIT of Big, THEN I will defame you before you and your acolytes! First one lung, then an eye!”

Far away a deep chant could be heard, emanating at a distance from the Forsaken Lands of India and all DisneyLandia.

“AFTER THE EYE COMES THE LEFT THIGH. ONCE HE’S GONE THAT LOW, YOU KNOW HE’LL SOON GO HIGH. NO ESCAPE. NO QUARTER. LIKE US YOU WILL SOON BE SUPPRESED. OPPRESSED. BECOME THE OPPRESSED. SERVE HIS WILL. SERVE

SERVE

SERVE

SERVE

SERVESERVESERVESERVESERVESERVEserveserveserve”


On the horizon thousands of silhouettes became apparent and their size grew at a rate most unsyyttling.


The DISNEY ARMADA was on the march, and there was no styoppyng them now.

His forces commanded and commandeered--the conquerening that he’d been playing for decades finally in motion--Goofykins, formerly Goofy(kins), jumped from the slide and began hurtling down through the air at cartoonish velocity (speed lines exuding out from his body as he fell), raising his skyscraper sword above his head, readying a mighty blow to deal to the unkidded Byrne and his channeld BIG SUIT.

Elsewhere, a duck sneezed.




Every sauntering step shock the transdimensionalunicore Fabrical matrices within a mile or more of distance from the snsa-visageo’d figure of the Great Ineffable Prisoneror. Ghis gaze fell upon Detroit, locking there, the Fractid he had left behind already long gone from his mind and gone mind from his long. Lifting a hand-gloved-hand, Goffykins raised a single ear and listened closely aeven as he continued his sartorial strut--his suspenders, checked shirt, boots, hatted crown, and hand-gloved-ahnds all quite ON FLEEK, moreso even than the long and byogone fop, Shakespeare (and his band of merry Garries).

Brielfly a frown most magnanimous cast itself over his face as a pallor casts itself atop the flesh of a vampire--or indeed the shade casts itself away from the sun.

“Hy knyo thayt presyence anywheyer,” he proclaimed with joyous, terrible, glee. Then, with the most brief of gestures he saluted, and from that salute numerous colors were spwned and those colors were neon and splendiforous as one could consider so unreal and esoteric were they. Indeed, they were quite untoward and outworlderly, so much so that one might consider them to be wholly outside the realm of Possiubility, let alone within the realm of Universia. Still, thAT WHich was SPONGBYRNE would grasp the shape and hue of these eldritch color-things, but only insofar as one could in the space of one femto second for no sooner than the colors had appeared, they shot forwards in a single beam of blinding ephemeral light so ENSCOPUlating that it would imbossiple to miss them even three continents away.

“Hyeuck,” he uttered before he crouched down and rolled up his pant-legs. “Hylooks like I cyn’t hyold byck this time!” Pants rolled up past his hairy knees, Goofykins deepened his crouch before suddenly inflating with a single massive deep breath. With a gulp, he swallowed the breath and in the same moment his fyeet exploydid, sending him hurtling into the air at 425,836,477.17 times the speed of sound, divided by 2.7356987854113568.

The speed of light is 186,282 mph or 299,792,458 meters per second. Let that sink in. I’ll wait………………………………………………………...………………………………………….okay that’s long e-fucking-knough.

The speed at which he moved put such force on Earth and the forces of reality at large that briefly, all color, substance, and sense winked out. It was like going to sleep, losing time, being knocked unconscious, becoming insensate, and drinking the worst possibl;e coffee all at once. This went on forr ten long long endless second….
CHAMBER OF THE PRODIGAL SON

In their struggle all the primordials halted and each directed their full attention and gaze out into Universia and the Planesworlds from whomst they had created and they had indeed created them. What they saw was...nothing. Utter emptiness. It filled with with with them...them with, it filled them with TERROR more true than they had ever felt, all except perhaps the INFERNAL and -̡͍͙͔͖̲̭͕̱͙͓̜̩̫̳̦̳͔̙ͪ̀̎̊͂͑ͤ͋̈́̑̈̎̈́ͪ̽͟͞͠-ͭ̌̃̇̑̏̂̋̔ͦͪ͋̔̈́̽͏̢͏͖̱̜͉͠R̴̛͍͙̤͓͙͖̪̻̫͍͕̬̪͈͕̩̤̠̊̐̉͗̾̀̕͡-̓́͌͐ͦ̃̇ͯͧ̈ͭͦ̄͏̧̕͏͚̱͍̠̞̦͖͙̮̘͈͔͎͍̬̞͈̣-̥̰̭̖͓̻͕̱͈̰ͪ͌̾̀͑͡͡ E D . The INFERNAL MERELY CHUCKLED while -̡͍͙͔͖̲̭͕̱͙͓̜̩̫̳̦̳͔̙ͪ̀̎̊͂͑ͤ͋̈́̑̈̎̈́ͪ̽͟͞͠-ͭ̌̃̇̑̏̂̋̔ͦͪ͋̔̈́̽͏̢͏͖̱̜͉͠R̴̛͍͙̤͓͙͖̪̻̫͍͕̬̪͈͕̩̤̠̊̐̉͗̾̀̕͡-̓́͌͐ͦ̃̇ͯͧ̈ͭͦ̄͏̧̕͏͚̱͍̠̞̦͖͙̮̘͈͔͎͍̬̞͈̣-̥̰̭̖͓̻͕̱͈̰ͪ͌̾̀͑͡͡ E D continued to foam frothing blood as it had been before.

“BEHOLD AND TREMBLE BEFORE THE MIGHT OF ONE OF MY LESSER INDUCTEES. HE WHO SLAYED EVEN THE GREATEST OF CARTONISTISIA, WALT DISNEY. GLAHGLAHGLAHGLAHGLAH,” the childbeing laughed, the sound grating upon the nerves in a most terrible way. The Pillars of Color and the Three other Child-entites shook themselves from their stupor and for the briefest of moments took to extending their power into Universia.

Eight.

The TERROR matrices formed once more and the flow of time resumed.

Seven.

The Fabrical matrices began to expand out from the Chamber of the Prodigal Son and at first merely space itself existence’d, and then dimensions began toi blossom and fold in upon themselves, intertwining or isolating themselves in kind.

Six.

Energy came to into begininning-began,phasing out of knowhere beyond the beyond; from the Ether plane, but not at all related to it.

Five.

Energy densified, becoming material and substance.

Four.

The first cosmic booty cheeks clapped and so nebulae and stars formed.

Three.

Somewhere, the first Chic-Fil-A opened. Then, immediately afterwards, All the Gods TM came into being.

Two.

Planets and asteroids and other shit came into being, who cares.

One.

Life and all of history and existence as we know it came into being and transpired.

Then, for the briefest of infinite femtoseconds, the primordials rested...and then fell upon one another in furious battle once more. Now, however, the INFERNAL had the edge. He wasn’t tired like his siblings...slowly...he was winning.


“J̶̧̛͟͝Ó̶́͞Y̨͏͢͜͞ ̷͝K̨͝Ì̵͜͜L̀̕Ļ̕Ś͜,͘͟͢ ͏̶͠҉B̢͘͜Ú́͟͏͢T͟͟҉ ͏͘Y̧̡͜O̸͘U̶̡̡̧͟ ̸͟C̴̛̛Á̶͟͠͠Ń̶͏̷’͜͏́͘T̢ ̶͟͜K̷̡͡͡Ì̶͘͢L̢̀͟͠͝L̴̸͡ ̡̛̕͜͡J̸̨͜Ǫ͢͢͜Y̢͏͝͝,̶͠ ̸̡͜J͜͠͏̛Ơ̴̡Y҉̧͘ ͞Ḱ̡͘͠I̸̴̢͡L̷̵͢Ĺ͏Ş̸҉ ͞͏B̛U͏̸̢T̴̴̀͝ ̀͠Y͘̕͟͡͠O̶̢̧̕̕Ù̸͡ ̴̷̀͠C̶͠͞A͝Ǹ̴’̴͜Ţ̶͠͠ ̷̕҉̴̢K̢͏̷҉I̛͝҉̢̕L̶̡Ĺ̵̛͘͝ ͏҉̧͝J̵̧͞O͟͏̶̡Ỳ̨̛͡͡,̧͝͏̨͟ ̸̛͝͏J̵͘͡Ó̡̀͘Ý̷̵͝ ̸̧K̷̴I͜͠L̵̨͠L҉́͡S̶̡͢͢,̶͠͞͞͠ ̵͞B̀͟͟͠Ú͘͢͝T͏̶̢͢ ̴̛Y̡̛͜Ǫ̛͘̕U͜͞ ̴̧̀͘C҉A̶̛͜͡͝N̶͟’̵̷́͜͜T̢̡̀͞ ̶̵̧͏Ķ͘͡͠I̢̧͠͝L̸͘L̵ ̷͝͡͝J̢͏̛O̸̧̕Y҉͢”
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Goofykins had stopped all at once 200 feet above Detroit, 50 horizontal feet from SPONGEBYRNE--YAAAAAH ISOSCELES TRIANGLES YALL--and there he stood midair, and amidst the air he was, and the air filled itself with color, and that color was RED, and that red was gotten.

With one giggling shifting of his floopy ears, Goofykins pointed dramatically down at SPONGEBYRNE and with that single gesture--and his raised chin-faced visagooglekins--it became truly apparent that his actions were not just a challenge and a threat, but also a promise of D00M.

The game.

Goofykins extracted a gamecube controller from thin air.

“Engyard, spongebyrne.”

The controller suddenly warped and twisted and cartoonified before becoming a sword the size of a skyscraper, but which was contained withint he space of a normal sword.

It was limitless.

Goofykins’ eyes glinted like red stars and in that instance it shifted from day...to night. “TRYEMBLE SPOGNBRYNE, Hyu’ve stopped in my domain noew and thyere is no escape whyle I styill breathe”

He brandishes his blade and then began to fall through the air, tumbling without any control at all. Yet, every so often as he spun and got tangled in his own ears and clothes, one would glimpse the red glint of his, the INEFFABLE PRISONEROR’S eyes. Indeed, it appeared that while his whole body ragdolled, his head never moved and his eyes remained locked on the interloper who dared stand beyween him and hyis prize.

After all, there was no greater insuylt than that.
But it has to be a ranked match, which return requires you have a neutral party act as judge (it can be anyone that isn't participating in the fight).
GROWN MEN




@reflection@Zora I have a question. Are custom techniques/kekkei genkai/hiden/clans allowed?
Hmmmm....
Why must I have this forsaken itch for RP combat! WHY?!?!
I'd like to tell you a story, not a long story, but one that a{i}s long since overdue.

The END.

It's the story that ends before it begun, the story of the lost, but not the forgotten, the story of--alas--the GEttethj child, the kid which whose wildness and freedom was soundered, whose sounds were silenced, and whose footsteps--pattering, pitter patter. Pit pat, tip tap, tuppins.

Tuppins, tuppins for free.

what was I saying?

Um.

Shit.

Wow, uh, hey, I think I need a break....
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an agonizing yyell, a scream, a terrible, tortured, turtorous, tainted, telling howl can be heard. It is a sound most forboding, the sound o f a n a r r a t o r in great agony. The sound of a soul traped and forced to serve a long gone and forgotten servant, a servant who is a kid WHO ist getted, or gottenth despite the efforts of tweens, teens, adolscenet, and even those adoolts who have now befome so alone, if perhaps not terribly uncommon.

I... I'M SORRY, I'll...I'll keep going.

crying is heard
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----AAAAHHHHH O-OKAY! Fuck, shit!

Tuppins. Tuffins; Puff; Putuf----ajklbvh Puffins. Antarctica is melting, the ice black and gritty with ba(th)salt and tourmaline, shattered and ground to dust. It flows into the sea, and the ocean devours it, the greayt burgs recking havoc on the ecosystem.

On the great steppes of AFRICA a lone monkey of blure, blue, fur and manganimous mind--his heardtEverBIGGERthanOURS--stands, his legs fully muscled and his chest full to bursting with BLUE. He is soon to go beyond even the sky, the lands and rivers long since left behind.

He will go--and follow--where Harambe once had been and where soon he would surpass. In these last years, though truly toaster terrifying they were, he had learned--and learned to(o?) many--much.

Turning to us, as if he could see beyond the gray of the space between the space between the space between spaces he gives us one solemn nod of his small monkey head and in that moment a great wisodom passes out, becoming KIdDED and real as it spreads from his form.

"M pe emi yoo l kuro, ugbn pe lailai yoo e iw ati gbogbo ohun miiran ni inu mi."

"Mo m pe ni awn akoko ipari mi ni mo di TRUTH.

ERU DI MI"


Then with a single tear tha t blue from his face and fll to the earth,...Sunalafia deflated and then vanished, all that which was left of him being a small pile of fine bluish fur, which in a single moment was blown askance by a gentle summer breeze.

Where once the soothsayer stood there was something strange. A divot in the ground, and in that divot there was a crack and within that crack there was were eyes, and those eyes belong (ed) to Wendy.




Glub.

Glub.

Glub.

Glub.

Glub.



Somewhere, somehow, in a forest, there's a single goose, and she's screaming, screaming like the angry dad you never wanted; screaming like a duck.

screaming

"WHERE ARE THE EGGS KAREN!?!"

Fuckin' stupid Lisa Karen.

Uh, I mean. TRAGIC, TRULY TRAGIC.
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