(Gentlemen, it is with a heavy heart that I must put down this rabid dog called Xavier Bloodbayne.
I, we, came to RPGuild in search of competition only to find that drama was waiting for us. Amid a sea of trolls and flames it was Xavier who stepped forward and agreed to show us the better face of the Guild. Only now do I realize that it does not exist. Over the course of several posts Xavier has demonstrated a complete inability to understand what makes competitive roleplay competitive. In place of a poor understanding of fundamentals such as timing, spacing, and planning (the footsies of roleplay if you will) he has built for himself a power which knows no weakness, no equal, and no failure.
His thin veneer of friendliness merely a mask of overconfidence, for he knew he could not lose with his character as it is written.
To the uninitiated among you, this may sound like a fantastic idea, but look only at his supposed evidence to see what the truth behind such abilities. No tactical mind went into the creation of Dreadmetal, just a stubborn almost childish refusal to stand on equal terms with the opponent. At no point can Xavier say that he has ever bested an opponent, for to do so with Dreadmetal would be like saying you won a game of Chess when your opponent could only use Pawns and you freely replaced any pieces that you’ve lost. Yet even then he was grappled, trapped in a corner, and driven to the ground with only a power that can seemingly redirect itself in mid attack so that it can cover any mistakes the player made.
And there are many mistakes.
Let it be said that this is not fighting, nor judging by the constant arguments which plague this section is it friendly, or even good natured. Amorphous blobs of power which cannot be challenged are not a tactic. Nor is demanding the enemy die in a single blow due to your metagaming, insistently demanding that you have poisoned your opponents power and made it your own, or the litany of other bad manners tactics that have reared their ugly head in the past few months. These powers do not exist to facilitate interesting tactics or an exhilarating exchange, they do not even make for a good scene, they reduce the other player to a mere NPC within a child’s power fantasy.
And if you tell me that this is merely how high powers work; then I will tell you to reconsider your entire understanding of powers.
Alas, in light of this, I decided to simply turn my back and leave rather than put Xavier on blast. What does it matter to me, so long as he has fun? But he would not have it. What was an attempt to avoid adding to the trash heap that now fills this section; he took as a sign of weakness. You have torn off your mask to reveal your true face Xavier; it is not that of a warrior, a fighter, or a competitor. You are a scavenger looking to abuse the ancient art of roleplay combat for your own gain.
Let us weep for so much potential lost…)
As Xavier’s dying brain reveled in an imagined victory reality churned on, El Rey clutched his opponent firmly by the hair and drove on. One heavy blow after another. After the first strike the metal mask dislodged itself, spraying blood and skull fragments into the absent crowd. After the second strike the lasers stopped firing from Xavier’s eyes, his left even going so far as to pop out of the socket. When the third blow landed there was a sickening crack that let the world know Xavier’s skull had finally splintered, and it was clear to anyone watching that everything which followed was mere sadism.
Xavier Bloodbayne was no longer in the ring and El Rey was no longer fighting.
It continued for a few more strokes, reducing what had once been a handsome face into an unrecognizable pile of mush, the power which flowed through Xavier’s veins whipped and cracked in protest but it did nothing when grazing El Rey’s armored flesh. The cameras in turn remained fixed on the Fifth Apocalypse, even going so far as to zoom in while fans all across the ‘Verse caught their breath, as he took a handle on what was left of Xavier’s skull. With a wrench he pulled the entirety of the man’s face free along with the front of his skull and from there he allowed the small underused brain to flop into his grasp. He squeezed tight; he tested it in his grasp and felt it swell between his fingers while muttering, ‘Surrender was an option, foolish child.’ It was the only sign of remorse he would show for a fallen warrior with so much potential.
Xavier had forgotten what it meant to fight, to truly fight as an equal without arrogance, and he had lost his life for it. El Rey shoveled those brains into his jaguar mouth, gnashed his bladed teeth and reduced it to mash in a matter of seconds. Then when all but the last sloppy bits of grey matter had slid down his gullet he unleashed a roar and the world did tremble…
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