[OOC] Arena Chat Thread

[KOgaming]

How much open area is there? How tall is the cliff? What's the ground made of? What time is it? What plants are around? What sort of considerations need to be made for wild life?

[Doc Doctor]

@KOgaming

Enough, however high it looks, course sand, midday, PLANTS WHY?, and I don't think any badgers or shit will bother us.

[KOgaming]

So the environment is just there to look good?

[Doc Doctor]

@KOgaming

Pretty much. I mean, if you want to have the duel on some sort of crazy-ass Mario party castle, I can roll with that. Basically though, I don't automatically set environments to be anything more than background scenery.

[KOgaming]

@Doc Doctor That's fine then. How to we start?

[Doc Doctor]

@KOgaming

I'll make the thread and link you to it when I'm done.

[LeeRoy]

I have been so sick lately that I'm surprised I didn't wake up in the hospital, I have been on auto pilot with how god damn sick I was. I still am but at least I'm not in a foggy almost sleep-like-state.

God damn, I'm gonna get caught back up on my Roleplays, but you don't understand how much fluid I've needed just to not die. I'm glad I bought an obscene amount of gatorade, otherwise I might straight up have died.

[KOgaming]

I have been so sick lately that I'm surprised I didn't wake up in the hospital, I have been on auto pilot with how god damn sick I was. I still am but at least I'm not in a foggy almost sleep-like-state.

God damn, I'm gonna get caught back up on my Roleplays, but you don't understand how much fluid I've needed just to not die. I'm glad I bought an obscene amount of gatorade, otherwise I might straight up have died.

@LeeRoy

IVs aren't that hard to set up; Especially now that you can get needle catheters with one way valves. It shouldn't be too hard to set up an IV line on yourself, start up some saline, and push fluids into yourself. If there are little air bubbles in the IV tubing, don't worry about it. You'd need maybe the entire length of the tube before experiencing a really bad air embolism. Otherwise, the little bubbles just get dissolved in your blood stream.

[Fractal]

o-o This seems cool.

[Doc Doctor]

@LeeRoy

Have you tried drinking blood? Highly recommended from Doctor M. Pater, PH.D.

"I used to be weak and sickly too... Until I tried Babeh Blud!"

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[ImportantNobody]

That hedgehog needs to be an arena character. A fun battle would be where participants sound OP on paper, but in practice have quirks that totally ruin their ability to effectively fight, like the anime Kono Suba. So the hedgehog could be a master of every fighting style but his limbs are too small and weak to put enough power into it, for example.

[LeeRoy]

@ImportantNobody Drag Queen is actually designing an RPG like that. A full fledged RPG too, est completion date tba.

Posting in the morning for at least Doc and I's rp.

[ImportantNobody]

@ImportantNobody Drag Queen is actually designing an RPG like that. A full fledged RPG too, est completion date tba.

@LeeRoy

Judging by the timing, inspired by that anime too? It was last season, though. I just got around to it this season. One of the girls refuses to use anything but the most powerful explosion magic, which exhausts her in one blast so she has to be carried around afterwards. Another is a powerful crusader but a masochist so takes a lot of unnecessary damage and she can't hit anything accurately, another is a goddess but she's kind of a moron.

I'll check the interest check when it comes out.

[LeeRoy]

@ImportantNobody
He's been working on it for about a year, before that came to america. But I said RPG. Not RP.

A game, not a roleplay.

[KOgaming]

I think I want to make it a rule that my RP partners can only use past and imperfect tense. Like, the first person to use more than 10 sentences with future tense loses.

[Doc Doctor]

Anyone up for a human/low tier ranked match?

[Doc Doctor]

What about an unranked fight with Donny then?

First-Degree Donny

Name: Donovan Booth
Alias: "First-Degree" Donny
Age: 36
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 160 pounds
Race: Human
Alignment: Evil Neutral
Eye Color: Green



Appearance: A slight but sturdy man with no eyebrows, a baby-face, emerald eyes, a porn stache, and slicked back ginger hair. He almost always wears black pants and dress shoes with suspenders and black gloves, though commonly hides his equipment and features beneath a trenchcoat and hat. He always wears a tie, though the color and design of it frequently changes. He speaks with a nasally Downeast accent.



Weapons and Equipment-

-Customised Model M513 Raging Judge Magnum revolver with a titanium firing cylinder and a Mernickle quick draw holster worn on the thigh. The rifling of the barrel, the cylinder tapering, and the frame are modified in a manner reminiscent of the Smith & Wesson Model 460XVR, to accommodate high speed .460 Magnum rounds. Put simply, the most powerful six round revolver on the planet. Donny carries three .45 Colt 325 grain Buffalo Bore moon clips, one .410 bore clip, three .454 Casull XTP Hornady clips, and three .454 Hornady jacketed hollow point clips, and three .460 Magnum 200 grain DPX Cor-Bon clips. The hammer is modified to allow for fanning as a faster alternative to the double-action function.

-Unfiltered Camel soft pack cigarettes.

-Zippo lighter.

-A roll of quarters.

-Fake police inspector badge.

-Trench coat with holes in the pockets.

-A plain white van fitted with an 800 hp 3.5-litre RS5 V10 engine. Goes from 0-62 in 2.8 seconds. The paneling and darkened windows are bulletproof.

-A modified X800 ShadowHawk flashlight secured to his belt on the left side. It has a custom tactical rail attached, and can be connected to the top of the Magnum's barrel or to the MP5.

-Heckler & Koch MP5 with three 100-round beta feed magazines, utilizing .40 S&W hollow point rounds and a silencer. This is carried in a satchel.

-.950 JDJ rifle with one round, loaded. This 85 pound gun is kept in the back of Donny's van, which is usually nearby. Comes with a scope.

-Five pull-pin fragmentation grenades with optional tripwires on his belt.

-Six inch switchblade in his pocket. It has a ring clip at the hilt base.

-Claw hammer holstered at his belt.

-Customized retractable high-density golf club made just for braining folks holstered at his belt. It has a ring clip at the hilt base.

-Twenty-five foot razor sharp microfilament garrote wire reel concealed within a wristwatch that can be withdrawn via clip ring. It's almost invisible to the naked eye, as light as a spider's web, sharp enough to cut through bone with effort, and can withstand up to 2,200 pounds of tension without breaking. Donny can control how much is extracted and retracted with the interface of his watch.

-Spring loaded five-inch knives within the heels and toes of his shoes that will jut out when a switch on the instep is triggered.

-Pair of quarter-pound S.A.P black combat gloves weighted with lead. They are fashioned from a high density polymer that can resist being cut by the garrote wire.

-A heavy duty bullet proof vest that can stop even the largest of slugs.

-Can of FOX military grade pepper spray holstered at his belt.

-Portable six inch shaving mirror on his belt.

-Four adhesive bombs in the same satchel as his tommy gun, which can be remotely detonated via digital watch or set with a timer. Each bomb contains enough TNT to scrap a minivan.















Physical Abilities/Skills: Donny looks like a geeky dad, the kind of embarrassing adult that could be found doing jumping jacks in neon dolphin shorts down at the local YMCA. This is a strength. Hardly anyone ever suspects just how obscenely dangerous he really is. His physicality is comparable to that of a highly trained marine, as he consistently trains to stay in peak condition. He has peak human gunslinging abilities in addition to a level of manual dexterity and slight of hand most oftenly attributed to master street magicians. He is extremely deceptive, excelling in both acting and psychological warfare, in addition to having a photographic memory combined with a formidable spatial sense. He has over seventeen years of experience in urban combat as an elite professional killer, with at least 172 confirmed kills. Though he is a capable hand-to-hand fighter, he by far prefers mid-range firefights. He is a true "dead eye" with his selected firearms, and can hit a fly at ninety-one meters with his Magnum revolver, the weapon he favors above all others. Such is his skill with the gun that he can fire off all six shots in less than a second by fanning the hammer, whilst still maintaining near-perfect accuracy. For reference as to the revolver's power, the .45 Colt slugs can put a one inch hole through a steel cooking pan at mid-range. The Casull rounds travel at Mach 1.7 and need but a single shot to take down an African bull elephant. The Casull hollow points can reduce a wild boar's innards to custard. The .460 Magnum rounds travel at Mach 2, easily faster than even .500 and .600 bullets, and can vaporize a human head as if it were a rotten cabbage.



At close range with the .410 rounds, Donny can empty the chamber and turn a human into hamburger in less time than it takes for the body to hit the ground. His secret weapon, the .950 JDJ rifle, fires a bullet with over nineteen tons of force per square foot.
It can literally shoot through schools.





Personality: Donny is what would be called an ubermensch. He follows his own code and does as he wants, believing only in his own will and the in the cold steel of his revolver. He follows orders only because he likes having something to do, and what he likes to do is kill. As long as there is violence in the distance he will allow others to give him direction, for a price.
He's outrageously crafty and as mean as an Arizona rattler, albeit with a nigh unbreechable calmness some would decidedly call detachment, though it isn't. He's an adrenaline junkie that gets his fix any way he can, primarily by way of murder, but also by driving like a complete maniac, playing games with law enforcement, and committing acts of terrorism. He's socially passable by modern standards, but has no qualms about being a public nuisance. He's quite skilled at being annoying, and uses it as a tool to pick fights. He enjoys smoking, but only does so before and after a kill.
He likes taking first-class rides at the airport, drinking black coffee, making faces at children, and visiting strip clubs.



Background: Donny had a typical psychopathic childhood. He was born in Bangor, Maine, his father a U.S Marine, his mother a sickly stay at home wife, and his uncle a bastard rapist. He was often unsupervised, and frequently engaged in less than moral activities. He bullied other children, killed animals, and stole from the local supermarket on a regular basis. In his youth he won several national marksman championships. As soon as he got his driver's license, he stole his parent's van and hit the road, moving to Las Vegas and with nary a penny in his pockets after using up the rest for gas.
There he found quick work as a crime syndicate hit man that dispatched anyone who filched on their gambling debts, seizing their assets for himself along with 20-40% of however much money they owed to his employers, plus expenses. He not only impressed the crime bosses as a lethal and merciless efficient bookie enforcer. Obviously his reputation decreased business, but it was a simple matter for the higher ups to conceal his involvement in many of the deaths. The consistency of his work easily made up for any gamblers he slew or scared away by proxy.

Whenever he wasn't popping filchers, he was taking up hits. Assassinations of all kinds were welcome. He grew into the role of an underworld grim reaper, dreaded to such an extend that even the Mafia dared not to double-cross him. Even the local police, to avoid mass casualties, decided to simply stay out of his way. The way they saw it, no possible confrontation with him could result in anything less than a catastrophe rivaling 9/11. The Feds were only called in once, and never again after having eight dozen of their own slaughtered in an incident so brutally embarrassing, it was wiped from the records and in Donny's place a patsy was tossed to the dogs, the failure so complete that a cover-up was the only way to preserve the public's respect for the government. Whenever the hitman comes roaring by in his big white van, with its souped up engine and screaming, fiery tailpipes, no cops dare to try and pull him over. They've been warned well about the fella known as "First-Degree" Donny. They also avoid investigating too deeply into any murder scene where unfiltered Camel cigarette butts are found. He seems able to kill anyone, anywhere, within a week regardless of their location or importance. Perhaps it's fortunate that nobody who has thus far asked him to kill the president has had enough money to pay him for the job. These days, as a hobby he stalks and kills prostitutes in alleys and subways with a claw hammer.

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[LeeRoy]

Hey, I'm thinking of becoming a ghost writer for some cash on the side. Does anyone here have any experience with it? I know @Skallagrim does, but he's gone for a while. Maybe for the long haul this time around.

If anyone does have any experience, does anyone have any tips?

[Doc Doctor]

How about a low-tier/human level ranked match?

@Doc Doctor

Anyone up for a human/low tier ranked match?

@Doc Doctor

Anyone up for a low, mid, or human tier ranked match?

@Doc Doctor

[Doc Doctor]

Just what do I have to do to get another match!?