The Reboot, GFFNR - OOC

[Rilla]

The sharp flick of the lighter was the only sound now, the inhalation of a black and mild his only breath. Then another, and another. He dared not look back, what was there would change him forever. The once white walls of the hospital now holed filled and painted in blood. For what? He couldn’t think of a reason. Police sirens were off in the distance, he didn’t really understand why it had taken them this long to get here -- after all, it was a hospital and shots had been fired. Perhaps the other man had clipped the phone lines and used some type of EMP machine to block out cell signals. He didn’t really know, nor did he really care. It was over now, he had won, he was the last man standing and what would he get for his efforts? The chair, or the injection, hell for the string of things he had done up to this point, he’d get the firing squad if America still had it. He shook his head and took another drag of the cancerous stick. It was a bad habit, maybe that’d be what killed him. Maybe in the next two or three minutes, if he was lucky, a sudden onset of fatal lung cancer would strike him and he’d die.

Hmph.

Silly wishes.

He had time, maybe he could walk back in the building and come out like some badass in the movies; sure of what he’d done and not afraid to go down with it. Nah, he had never been that egotistical. His nerves were shot, and he knew what lay behind him - death. He and another man had been chosen to have a shoot out, a gun fight for no reason. Guns blazing in a hospital, cancer patiens, terminal patients, rape victims, wounded vets, they all were victims -- if they weren’t slated to die of their own will, they certainly were when the man behind the tournament picked this location. He hadn’t even saw fit to empty it out first.

Another drag and closer sirens.

His shotgun was spent, so was the Desert Eagle at his side -- he couldn’t bring himself to pick them up. So many bullets lay strewn about, they could call this place a ammo dump. Fuck it, the man thought, as he fell backwards and rested, watching the smoke from his mouth and cigar float skyward. It was warm and wet, blood perhaps, he was sure he hadn’t pissed himself. It was his own, or so he told himself, it made him feel a little better.

Two Hours Later

“So, why you’d do it? Why’d you go into that hospital and massacre everybody in there?” A cop asked him in the interrogation room.

“It was a gun fight,” the man recanted.

“A gun fight?”

“For no reason.”

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Basically, this is a reincarnation of the favored tournament in the Arena. Gun Fight For No Reason. It was started by one of the mods(Blackfire), back on February Eleventh, Two Thousand Nine. It was reborn, again, November Fifteenth Two Thousand Ten, and now, for the third time, February Thirteenth, Two Thousand Twelve.

Synopsis: It's two in the morning, I've got a couple of beers in my system, and I've been thinking all day about coming back to the site. It's been a while since I've made my rounds, but here I am. And I'm picking up right where I left off in the Arena with a fresh idea.

Well, it's not that fresh of an idea. The name comes from a comic that I drew waaay back in high school. The premise is two people hellbent on killing each other. No plot, no backstory, just over-the-top, ridiculous gun kata. Oh, and cool points. Outrageous moves earn you cool points, and at the end of the fight, no matter who stands victorious and who lies in a bloody pile, the person with the most cool points is the GFFNR match winner.

Stats will be kept in this very thread detailing each player that participates in a GFFNR match. I'll be keeping track of characters, kills, deaths, wins, consecutive wins, losses, total cool points, and abandonment of threads.

Wanna bring a knife to a gunfight? Go ahead. Bring nothing, if you want. Or whatever. I named the tourny "Gunfight," but really, anything goes. Anybody is welcome; from martial arts masters to people who'd rather just pull a fresh firearm from their coat than reload. So long as you follow the arena rules, that is.

It basically follows the coming format:

Two people are thrown in a modern place, with modern weaponry, and forced to fight until either a death(Person still alive, automatically wins), or until time is called and current points are tallied.

How are points tallied? The answer is simple -- by what you do.

0-Not worth mentioning.

1
2
3-Cool.
4
5-Very impressive.
6
7-Badass.
8
9

10-BAMF (Badass MoFo)

50-Revolutionary, never-before-seen, mind-blowing insanity.

Brutal Disarm! +10 CP for Blackfire!

-1-What?
-2
-3
-4
-5-What a tool.
-6
-7
-8
-9
-10-Ultimate douchebaggery.

Weak Desperation Move! -10 CP for Blackfire!

For this, I'll need judges and players, these can be one in the same, however, you will not be judging your own fights, ya cheatin' assholes.

All intellectual properties for this belong to Blackfire, whom I've never had the pleasure of meeting in Arena Combat.

I'd have asked him to use this, but I'm not quite too sure how often he's around anymore.

[Rilla]

Restrictions/Rules

1) No magic. This is a purely, for the most part, realistic fight.

2) No hyper-advanced super battle suits.

3) Generally, no lasers. While I don't have specifics, I'm sure they aren't available on most markets.

4) You can bring whatever, believable weapon you want, knives, axes, swords, shotguns, pistols, etc., etc.

5) More to come likely.

Character Sheet:

Name ::
Age ::
Rank ::

Gender ::
Height ::
Weight ::

Appearance ::
Personality ::

Weapons ::

OR

Name:

Age:

Class:

Appearance:

Personality:

Equipment:

History:

Fight List

Username: Llafoniseht
Characters: Albel Mason
Wins:
Losses: 1
Total Cool Points: 14

Username: Whiteglint77
Characters: Speedloader
Wins: 1
Losses:
Total Cool Points: 18

Username: dominus umbras
Characters: Vance - The Laughing Devil
Wins:
Losses: 1
Total Cool Points: 18

Username: HyrdocodoneHero
Characters: Jack Wolfram
Wins: 1
Losses:
Total Cool Points: 19

Username: Foxes
Characters: Fox
Wins:
Losses:
Total Cool Points:

Username: Hymm
Characters: Kiddo
Wins:
Losses:
Total Cool Points:

Username: mythofthoughts
Characters: Jay
Wins:
Losses:
Total Cool Points:

Username:
Characters:
Wins:
Losses:
Total Cool Points:

Matches

Match 1: Whiteglint77 vs Llafoniseht
Match 2: HydrocodoneHero vs dominus umbras

[Llafoniseht]

Hmm, there seems to be plenty of room. I'm quite inexperienced in arena combat so if that's acceptable I will, of course, join :3

[Rilla]

Lol, you can join. xD

[Llafoniseht]

Name: Albel Mason
Age: 26
Rank: Seargant

Gender: Male
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 167lbs

Appearance: Albel's hair is black, cut to about neck length. he has silver-blue eyes that seem to pierce the soul itself, a strange mixture when combined with his slightly thinned girlish eyebrows and long eyelashes. He seems to have a girlish complexion but a wider mouth and rounded chin, the only traits that give away he's a man. He wears a experimental military armor called dragon scale, It's lightweight but hasn't got protection for the underarms, which it was tossed aside as a failure by U.S.A.
Underneath the armor he wears a digital camo specially made for modern day cities during the night. His pants follow the same digital camo reaching down to his combat boots.
Personality: Albel is brave but intelligent and calculative. He refuses to jump into a battle guns ablazing when he would much rather look strategically and suprise the opponent with tricks and enviromental destruction. Albel is not at all quiet, preferring to speak with his opponent, and possibly distracting them enough to make his victim die quickly. Albel often records things about his surrounding area keeping track of the various items that could be used against his opponent.

Weapons: Albel keeps three weapons with him at all times, but occassionally changes his final item depending on his mood and whether or not something will be useful in an area.

He always keeps these three items: An AK-74UBN complete with three mags and a B1 "tishina" (silence in english) supressed grenade launcher along with two HE grenades for this attachment.

A Jericho 941 "baby eagle" using 9x19 parabellum. he keeps two mags for this gun.

Finally, he has a small pocket knife/toolset hidden in his boot.

The last item he carries will be determined before the fight. His three choices are a standard issue hand grenade, a flashbang, or a c4 charge complete with a handheld detonator

[Alphakoka]

For Rank, since Rilla asked it and doesn't provide explanation, I think you could go with military rank.

...Rilla, you still need a judge?

[Rilla]

Rank refers to, if you're in an organization, what level are you, I suppose.

Also, yes.

[Llafoniseht]

Cs edited, later on I'll provide a wiki for the armor as it does exist.

[Rilla]

I'd like you to pick the last item beforehand. :P Can't have you finding out your fight and choosing something that benefits you. :P

[Llafoniseht]

I see. What if I limited the options to a flashbang, one c4 charge and detonater, or a basic hand grenade. I also forgot to specify that I would have 2 grenades for the attachment on the Ak-74UBN.