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Post by Dr. Akashido on Nov 1, 2010 1:51:14 GMT -5
Monsters are back, but why? Halloween was nearly ruined by the likes of Draco and other wild enormous beasts, but it doesn't look like their conflicts and agendas are over! deadline is Saturday 11/6 at Midnight EST (Random Encounter)
Draco The Malevolent vs The Go-Go Loser Rangers
(Random Encounter)
Meebles vs SMF Pterodactyl
(Triple Tokyo Trouble)
Brian Thorn vs Udyr The Animal Spirit vs  Mystery Monster 20XX It was great fun last week! I hope the results were cool for everyone. Please understand I didn't use your names or really accurate depictions of your characters on purpose, just because the public of Tokyo wouldn't know you so quickly. This week's results will be different. |
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Post by Dr. Akashido on Nov 7, 2010 21:49:49 GMT -5
“Where is Brian Thorn?” the reporter in the helicopter shouts, trying to fight over the sound of the chopping blades. “We could use him about now!”
The technician pans the camera off the reporter and down off the Black Hawk to a scene not intended for the weak of heart. Below the floating craft, roars a ugly and furious black dragon, taking his liberties and claws to nearby buildings and structures.
“Draco is living up to his Malevolent name tonight, that bastard,” the reporter voices over. Draco looks up at the floating copter and roars. “Apparently, the beast is a bit upset he got his butt kicked the last time he wanted to tip over some soda machines! Hah! Isn't that right, Dorko the Meh-whatever?”
The evil dragon shrieks and spits a deadly fireball in the air, narrowly missing it's flying target.
“Whoa, now!” the reporter yells, gripping on to the side of the wall. “I guess we are no position to piss this thing off, but, have no worries Tokyo, we have word that help is on the way!”
Building: smashed. Tower: annihilated. Everything in contact with Draco quickly falls to the earth, seconds later. As the rumble falls to his feet, he seems more concerned with finding and finishing off the scurrying humans than anything else.
“The Rangers should be making their way here to defend this giant city,” the reporter informs. “We received a call earlier that their leader had sent them on a mission to finish off this has-been amphibian. Dragons are strong mythical beasts, but maybe the technology of man has finally surpassed that power!”
Storefront: closed for business.
“ …. …. ….”
Broadway: broke.
“ …. …. ….”
A video rental store: stomped vigorously into the ground.
“ …. They are coming, right? The Rangers are on their way, right?”
Ball field: canceled due to destruction.
“Oh, what the hell!” the reporter screams. “Maybe they are not coming after all!!!”
The helicopter flies away, leaving Draco to deal with the Japanese military forces.
“Get the !@#$ back here, you @#$%'ing !#@$ !#@$ !@#$ !!!”
A winged beast swoops down between a pair of tall buildings and swoops down to the ground.
“!@#$, stop being so !@#$ing fast!”
The ancient beast lifts a car up with his winged claw and hurls it forward.
“What's your problem?” Mebbles, the roman candle of tiny dragons, asks, easily avoiding the oncoming vehicle. “I didn't do anything this time!!!”
Before Mebbles can speak some sense into the attacker, the beast hurls a light post .
“You obviously don't know who the !@#$ I am, little man,” the winged terror informs. “Allow me to introduce my !@#$'ing self. I am Sweet Merciful !@#$ Pterodactyl, SMF Pterodactyl to you, and I don't need a reason to attack little !@#$ nerds like you!!!”
“What attitude...” Mebbles mutters, dodging the light post.
SMF darts forward, obscenities out loud, and attempts to snatch Mebbles with his claws. Meebles fires a ray of frost from his mouth, catching the filthy-mouthed lizard-bird off-guard, and sending him crashing into the street in a mass of shattering ice bits.
“Chill out, dude!” Mebbles says, backing up. “I don't want to fight. I've been through a lot since I crashed my ship, and would like it very much if you crazy monsters just leave me alone.”
“Sorry, I can't do that, Dave, you !@#$'ing !@#$,” shrieked SMF, as his head cocked to the side. “There is something in the air. It's sings to us, bringers of death and destruction. It makes us wild and crazy. It makes us want to take to the streets and smash stuff for fun. It makes us !@#$'ing pissed off!!!”
“What are you talking about...?” Mebbles wonders.
Pterodactyl flies in and begins to land blow after blow, scratching and kicking at Mebbles' face and body. Luckily, Mebbles' speed comes into play and avoids too much damage.
“Stand still and take your !@#$'ing beating like a !@#$ !” SMF exclaims, reaching out and advancing the attack.
Mebbles blocks the oncoming onslaught and creates a bit of distance.
“I think I have had enough of your foul mouth,” the speed demon says.
“Yeah?” Pterodactyl mocks. “What the !@#$ are you going to !@#$'ing do about-”
“This!”
Mebbles rockets forward slamming his body into the stomach of the cursing fossil, sending the wicked winged warrior to the ground, gasping for breath.
“ .... …. …. ”
“ …. …. ….”
“Yeah, you don't have much to say anymore,” Mebbles says, rubbing the soreness out of the his head.
“Ugh,” SMF moans, holding his gut, trying to catch his breath. “I... I...”
“You what?” Mebbles challenges, ready for a second wave of speedy pounding.
“You... know... what...?” the gasping Jurassic spits. “F... F... Fuck you!” He then gets up, turns around, and flies away.
Mebbles stands there proud and somewhat shocked that he finally put a bully in his place, but wonders about that “wind” SMF was talking about.
“Welcome back people, we're still in the air somehow,” chimes the reporter in his helicopter. “Tokyo is looking worst then last time. These monsters are sprouting out of nowhere. Some are waltzing out of the ocean, growing from the forest, and flying in from who knows where, but it's complete pandemonium!”
Suddenly, the sound of nuclear-powered steel is heard throughout Tokyo. Soon, a mechanical hero is shown, waving to the camera in a superhero fashion.
“Thank God! It's Brian Thorn!” the reporter shouts. “It's been a rough one tonight, but at least our city's hero and defender is here!”
Thorn pilots the giant battle-suit to point forward to a disclosed location.
“I guess Brian wants us to follow him over there,” the reporter informs. “I don't know what he plans on doing, but being behind his martial art skill and mechanized power may be our ticket to survival!”
The chopper follows the mech to the city park area where much of Halloween's confrontations were settled. He stands there for a moment, trying to draw something out, as if he was issuing a challenge. Accepting the request is shaman and overall bad ass brawler, Udyr the animal spirit.
“I don't know what's drawn out Udyr,” the reporter wonders. “Maybe he just as a distaste for anything too technological. Either way, it looks like he'll throw-down with anyone if it's home is at stake. Thorn, on the other hand, must have gotten a briefing to take out this destructive liability from his superiors. It will be a long time before anyone forgets the damage caused by Udyr on Halloween.”
The two warriors link to melee and begin to take kicks and punches. They equal each other in speed, strength, and diversity in attacks. Just as the battle begins to sway in one of the warrior's side a blazing comet falls to earth.
~Go-Go Loser Rangers!~
A giant lummox-bot falls into the scrap smashing both the druid and the defender silly.
“What the?” the reporter says, stunned by what just happened. “What in the hell are The Rangers doing here.... and attacking these guys?”
“Prepare villains,” a speaker shouts from the mech's mouth. “To be defeated!!! Yeah!!! Yeah!!! Yeah!!!”
Thorn and Udyr come to their vertical bases and just stare blankly, like a pair of dogs watching a magic trick. Thorn orders his mech to blink.
“You stupids, get out of here!” the reporter shouts, hoping, by some strange chance the idiot team of heroes can hear him. “Go get Draco, like you were supposed to, before he ruins everything on the other side of the city!!!”
“Which one of you... did... something... to... someone.... some... time... ago...” the rangers mutter, trying their best to convince anyone of their power and confidence.
Thorn's mech facepalms itself and begins to walk away. Udyr morphs into an armadillo and rolls back into his wooded reserve.
“Wait! Come back here!” the rangers shout, reaching out and trying to stop warriors vastly stronger than they are. “We're not through with you yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet!”
Fast forward:
Draco destroys a bit of Tokyo, because The Loser Rangers were no where to be found.
Mebbles finally stands up for himself and quiets SMF Pterodactyl.... for the moment.
Brian Thorn and Udyr The Animal Spirit have an epic scrap until the idiotic and misinformed Loser Rangers drop in to beat them up. Thorn and Udyr are so baffled by their stupidity, they quietly leave to order pizza, maybe.
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