[OOC] Arena Chat Thread

[GreivousKhan]

@MelonHead

The 'letter' previous winners write to the new crop of WOTW contestants.

@Rilla

DJ was in the last WOTW?

[MelonHead]

Bloody hell, did I fall asleep for a year and miss an entire tournament?

[GreivousKhan]

I know freaking well I couldn't have been dead for that long....

[Rilla]

No and probably.

It was basically an 'off camera' tournament, basically made up for the sake of giving DJ a reason to write it. I've done it before, hence the first letter from Alphonse.

[MelonHead]

No and probably.

It was basically an 'off camera' tournament, basically made up for the sake of giving DJ a reason to write it. I've done it before, hence the first letter from Alphonse.

@Rilla

Ah, fair enough.

There actually was a WOTW tournament recently, I don't really know what happened to it though it just self-combusted in the second round and my opponent left and everyone RQ.

[Vordak]

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I haven't posted the rules yet, but I am doing a limited capacity on firearms to 5 round magazines, with a 10 magazine limit per firearm. Now I will also limit the number of firearms to something logical and not have walking armouries.

@Skallagrim

A limit to caliber or bullet weight would be nice too, since otherwise, one could also just bring in a shotgun with a 200 millimeter barrel, firing a shitton of pellets at once - pretty much the equivalent of a machine gun in its unaviodability.

[MelonHead]

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A limit to caliber or bullet weight would be nice too, since otherwise, one could also just bring in a shotgun with a 200 millimeter barrel, firing a shitton of pellets at once - pretty much the equivalent of a machine gun.

@Vordak

Could just make it so Shotguns have to be pump loaded or whatever the term is for a shotgun you have to cock everytime you want to shoot it, that way you get one good shot.

[Rilla]

An Outlaw's Letter

An Outlaw's Letter

It seemed like ages ago, when that man first talked to me.

He was nice, y'know? Offered some choice words 'bout how good of a fighter I was. Bit rough 'round the edges, but those could be ironed out with practice, things like that. It was like his voice was lathered with honey, so very...enticing, makes a man wanna do everything he says without hesitation, y'know what I mean?

His name was The Liason, he told me briefly, and he came from a time long ahead of us. Now, back then I was still roamin' worlds, shootin' dudes for money, that sorta deal. I'd never heard of his kind or anything of the sort, but like I said, he was nice. He told me of a grand tournament, a competition of sorts to determine who was the finest and greatest among all the fighters 'n swordsmen 'n shooters 'n whatnot in the multiverse. This honour was reserved only for the best and apparently I made the cut.

He led me to a place long abandoned, and I don't mean, like, the conventional sense. I mean, this place was creepy old, ancient, eldritch in nature. Nothin' 'bout it felt right. It felt like, when God made the universes and everything, he created this place 'n simply forgot about it. Then it grew old 'n grew mold and everythin' went to crap 'n back until this guy came in and took over. He made it all nice 'n shiny, but it didn't change the fact that it was plumb strange.

He called it the Lobby, said it'd existed "since time immemorial". It...kinda looked like an old timey hotel, t' be honest. Quite homely 'n such.

Anyway, there were tons of us, like, I saw samurai, knights 'n future soldiers 'n robots 'n all sorts a' weird people. All of 'em were fighters. All of 'em had been approached by him to fight in this 'ere tournament. He addressed us when we first came in, said that the Lobby had everything we could ever want; free food, free lodgings, and hey, since this was a fighting thing 'n all, he had these special, uh, chambers built into the building. Restoration Chambers, he called 'em. Strange places that made our wounds heal, give us back our blood, our organs, things like that if we lost 'em during battle but survived and won.

And then, at the end, he told us this; the tournament was called the Way of the Warrior, and that this place ain't no place t' make friends or enemies. All of us, all a' ya'll was warriors, looking to be the last man standin' to claim the title of Warrior at the end of it all. Nothin' else stood in the way of that. No friendships, no trials, nothin'. Just fight, fight, fight, bleed 'n die to get to the top.

Aw hell, and fight we did. People fought, people bled, people died. Out of all the fellas that came along, I watched man after man, woman after woman charge into arena after arena, and fight 'n git slaughtered 'n die. I watched, dumbstruck, as men and women got their hearts torn out, heads cut off, bodies sliced clean in half from head to toe, limbs severed, blood spilled all over the place, and still it continued, fight after fight after bloody doggone fight. And I fought too, guns blazin'. I gave it everythin' I had, nearly lost my gosh dern hat a few times too.

Y'know how horrible it feels t' kill a stranger fer the first time? Now imagine that feeling, multiplied by, like, several dozen. Every stranger that I fought, I didn't even know 'em, but I had to cap 'em, crush 'em, kill 'em any way I could, cus they'd do the same t' me.

Then, when the dust had settled, it was just us two. Me, 'n 'nother guy from some future tech world, like maybe a quarter of his body was still human, rest was machine. Can't remember his name, it's eludin' me.

He bled all the same. I crushed him into a ball and tossed him aside after I'd shot his feet off. His blood was black, smelled like oil 'n cooler fluid. Awful.

At the end of it all, past the mounds of corpses, gallons of blood spilled, all the lives lost, I got that title. And y'know what? It was all fer nothin'. All I got fer my hard work was a pat on the back and the fella said "hey, y'know what, it'd be my pleasure to get you to the next tournament later this year and fight there, among the best of the best." Pfeh, "horseshoes t' that", I said. "I ain't comin' back", I said.

"Fine," he said. "Then I have no choice but to ask you to leave something here, so that future combatants may read your words to inspire themselves to fight for the coveted title." Or somethin' like that, it's been so long since.

Now, if ye're readin' this, and I bet you are, I'm long gone. I hightailed it outta there as soon as I finished this letter, went back t' roamin' the highways and byways of the cosmos, never once looked back. 'Cept my mind always did. The nightmares, y'know, memories of the people I had t' kill t' get that title. Their faces haunt me in my sleep, like hell I don't even know who all these people were in their lives but I killed 'em. I ended their lives early just fer the sake of some god damn namesake.

But take my word: this shit will change you. It is unlike any other tournament out there, so brutal and unforgiving, for the smallest of prizes at the end. I did it once, 'n now look at me.

If ye're smart, you best get outta here while y' still can, pardner. Otherwise, you might end up dead.

Or worse.

@DJAtomika

[Dymion]

That letter just made me want to join more.

[Rilla]

It honestly the best variation of it. Hahaha.

[GreivousKhan]

Hey, the first letter that's not depressing. XD

Which should tell you how depressing all the previous letters were. I like we're keeping the theme of bitter sweet in these.

[Rilla]

It's supposed to be a plea to get people to not join.

No one ever listens, then the winner writes a similar letter trying to dissuade people from joining, so more people can be all... Fuck that shit, we some Gs

[Rilla]

This was the first one.

Memoirs of a Victor

It had been so long ago that I had entered that place; the place the spoke of the future and had the technology to prove it. It was as if, the host, ‘The Liaison’, he called himself had come from the future to test the best fighters of my time. I won that tournament, but promised never to enter again. A promising upstart, the man had deemed me, as I fought my way through the tournament and prevailed at the end. But what had been the cost? The amount of blood that had been shed could have filled a lake and still had overrun. The nightmares still continue.

Even now as I scribble these words and near my final breath, I can remember the eloquence of the man as he approached me and offered me a chance to compete, a chance I eagerly jumped at. By some strange magic, which in our time was rare and was not prominent in the tournament if used at all, he brought me to the lobby, which was situated in a place that he said was ‘Forgotten by Reality.’ At first, I didn’t know what he meant and part of me didn’t want to find out. I was not the first one there, evident by the vast array of fighters that had been gathered for the tournament. They ranged from barbarians to Vikings, and all things in between.

The man, The Liaison, appeared before us all and promised us our due reward for winning; an even bigger tournament, but that was for one tournament only and this one was not it, the second tournament held later in the year was for that. As he spoke, in a way that we could all understand, he pointed out several features. We each were afforded our own rooms, for rest and relaxation, as well as a place for free food, and something called Restoration Chambers, wherein after battles we could go and restore the majority of our damage back to a respectable state. As you can probably imagine, the toughest of the men didn’t like this notion and threatened to harm Liaison for insinuating such a thing; he promptly told them he could not be touched and demonstrated why -- The Man was nearly a God, he truly could not be touched.

Finally he ended his speech and offered us a word of advice. There are no friends here, there are no enemies. There are only those who seek what you seek, to be the man who is crowned Warrior, and the inaugural champion of The Way of the Warrior. When you step into your battles, disregard all emotion, all feeling, and slice your way to the top, that is the way of the Warrior, and that is how it shall always be.

We were not visited by him again until just before the finals, wherein he revived all the fallen competitors and stationed them in a place where they could watch the finals. It was me and a man named Adinraen Barriurden, a peculiar fellow. The match lasted longer than any before and I walked away the victor; soaked in a mixture of elven and human blood. What I had seen had been brutal, and I promised to never return for a repeat performance. Instead, I chose to leave my memoirs here, as a package deal when The Liaison offered spots to future combatants.

The tournament of The Way of the Warrior is not for the faint of heart or good of soul; it is a tournament where men and women before ambiguous beasts of battle and leave their souls behind as payment. I, shall forever stalk the world and train my sword to kill the man known as The Liaison, in an effort to end the tournament once and for all.

[Skallagrim]

No one wants to join WotW anyway, all you get as winner is a t-shirt and have to write a letter . . .LOL

[Descartes]

Alright. I guess I won't be using Daddy Liberty- unless he gets a hold of an M1 Garand with a five round magazine, which could be fun on its own.

Edit: I want a T-shirt.

[MelonHead]

Alright. I guess I won't be using Daddy Liberty- unless he gets a hold of an M1 Garand with a five round magazine, which could be fun on its own.

Edit: I want a T-shirt.

@Descartes

You could use any weapon with the round limitation, it's not that difficult for your character to just be given magazines for their weapon when they arrive with the lower capacity.

[Skallagrim]

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You could use any weapon with the round limitation, it's not that difficult for your character to just be given magazines for their weapon when they arrive with the lower capacity.

@MelonHead

That was the idea, magazines will be provided at the NoW site.

[GreivousKhan]

No one wants to join WotW anyway, all you get as winner is a t-shirt and have to write a letter . . .LOL

@Skallagrim

Hmm...that is a good point...

though generally I've find the story-arcs in WotW to be quite engaging.

[GreivousKhan]

Quick, everyone post the best character sheet formats they've seen?

[MelonHead]

I'm pretty much known at this point for messy and shit looking CS. I'm bad at formatting.