Bork Lazer

UNTOLD STORY: Final Dungeon

Just so you know, I am currently working on a CS for this RP. May take some time, though.

Bork Lazer's Storage Bunker

Nick Nacks The Wonderfantabulous

_{I may be trapped in this accursed form but soon, soon you will all see the majesty that is Nick Nacks!}

Name

Nick Nacks Wonderfantabulous The Third Of The New Sockomancer Order and Master Marionette of the Multiversal Fabrics

Age

Approximately 250 years old. Current age of host is 23

Appearance

The Mantle of The Master Marionette varies in its appearance across each and every one of his incarnations, changing its form and features to best suit the ever constant ever-shifting nature of reality. Its current incarnation is a old, frayed blue foot garment made of sheep's wool with buttons sewn onto the end to resemble a makeshift face. The current 6th host of the Master Marionette is a 7 foot tall anthromorphic ventriloquist/bard in training from the mysterious land of Everafter named Okk P Pett. Whenever harnessing the Mantle of the Master Marionette, the sockpuppet which the host wields shifts into one of seven forms, each containing the soul of past Master Marionettes.

Escobar the Eccentric - A yarn peach-skinned human effigy who wields a miniature knife.

Tyroden the Terrible - A barbarian orc puppet fetishitically covered in tinfoil.

Fred - The actual right hand of Okk. Yeah, that’s literally it.

The Penta-Posse - A set of five finger puppets carved from bottle corks and haphazardly sewn together with napkins.

A Sock - A yellow stripped football sock that once belonged to a troll pyromancer.

Personality

Exuberant and boisterous, Nick Nacks The Fantabulous is as grandiose and as hyperbolic as any wizard could be. This has become more apparent due to the limited range of emotion he has as a sockpuppet. Because sockpuppets don't really have eyebrows or lips or - We just don't mention that to him. However, whilst Nick Nack is the dominant personality, other puppets battle for dominance for just one second in the spotlight, each of them with their own unique quirks and behaviors.

Escobar the Eccentric -

Tyroden the Terrible -

Fred -

The Penta-Posse -

A Sock - Emotionless. Mute. Concentrated. Almost as if it's not even alive. Are we sure that this was even a former holder of the Mantle and not some random sock? Who cares.

Habits/Quirks

Past

Moment of Heroism

Moment of Tragedy

Strengths/Abilities

Escobar the Eccentric -

Tyroden the Terrible -

Fred -

The Penta-Posse -

A Sock -

Weaknesses

Fire, Oh Fire -

Musical Chairs -

Hand Puppet Coordination -

Items/Equipment

RELIC

The Night Shift - Gas Station Horror Simulator (OPEN)

Alright, Im'ma gonna make my post then. Since RedVII is out of the game, I'll be potentially looking for one more person to sign up as attendant in the future.

Until then, it's just going to be you 3.

Forsaken

Whatever conversation was occurring around him, Lak Lok couldn’t care less, concerning himself with the conversation his tongue was having with the loathsome meal he was eating. The rocky taste of shroom salt and lichen sugar was palpable on the caramelized crust. The chef who cooked this had to be a goblin. In his experience, all goblins were fungivores by nature. By the time he’d swallowed down the last of the gamey hydra fat, he’d only caught the tail end of the conversation.

Interesting. It was convenient that they had an experienced outdoorsman as part of their party. Images of hacking away at a dead unicorn corpse wandered into his mind before he brushed it away, trying to focus on the task at hand. He had two choices now. Either, he could accompany the corpse-conjurer or go along with everyone else to the sheriff.

If he chose to investigate the sheriff’s office, he would no doubt be at risk of arrest for some of his…past misadventures. The thought of accompanying the black magician was much more appealing. Corpse conjuration was a magic that had many applications. Especially for cooking. The thought of violating the laws of nature to bring back once extinct flavors made Lak Lok’s mouth salivate.

Besides, it would reduce his future restaurant’s expenditure on acquiring rare ingredients. This….corpse interrogation was a learning experience he couldn’t miss out on.

“ Very well. I volunteer to accompany the corpse conjurer” Lak Lok wiped the oil off his scaly lips with the napkin and shuffled closer to the group, nearly tipping off the precariously long-legged stool. “ It will indeed be interesting to see -”

“ Sir?”

Lak Lok grumbled as he slowly turned to his back. It was that same damned waiter, holding a piece of paper in his trembling hands. It appeared he wouldn’t take no for an answer. Perhaps, there was something admirable behind all that incompetence after all.

“ Sir, are you going to…..” The half-elf visibly gulped, lifting up the paper for him to see, a price scribbled on it with coal “....Pay for your meal?”

Did that waiter seriously just -? The kobold stayed eerily silent, just staying still, an unreadable stony look on his face. He then replied in a deathly low murmur.

“ You’ll pay.”

The half-elf opened his mouth to say something but Lak Lok silenced him by slowly pulling out his chef’s knife. With a whimper, the half-elf slowly began to pull one coin and the next out of his pockets. Whenever there was a slight hesitation, Lak Lok gestured towards the pommel of his knife. When the last coin fell, Lak Lok pursed through the pile of coins before shaking his head and tutting in mock disappointment.

“ You’re missing ten sliver.” The bill now in his hand, Lak Lok waved it towards the waiter. “ Pay. Up.”

“Bu- buh, this is for my rent…..”

Lak Lok didn’t care. He just pointedly looked towards the pile of coins on the bartop and then, looked expectantly at the waiter. Half-blubbering, the waiter reluctantly deposited the last of his measly salary on top of the bar-stool.

“ Thank you for your service.”

Oh great, he was now crying. Lak Lok waited politely until the waiter was out of earshot, resuming what he was saying.

“ I’m so sorry for that terrible waiter. As I was saying previously, it will be interesting to see such magic for the first time.” Lak Lok waved his hand towards another waiter for a refill of his spring water before speaking to the entire group as a whole. “ I suppose if that’s all settled, then, I’m ready to begin this task. The food here has already worn my patience thin.”

The Night Shift - Gas Station Horror Simulator (OPEN)

I am sorry, I am out. Hate, hate to do it, but Life takes no prisoners. Thanks for your understanding and best of luck!

@RedVII

Perhaps, I should have added more employee benefits as an incentive.....

Anyway, I have to go find another victim employee for this position. Have fun.

The Curse of Crestwood Hollow - A Hyperhuman Story

Be right back. Gonna formulate a character concept based on sockpuppet magic.

One Extra Order of Name Change

I would like to have my name changed to "Bork Lazer", if possible.

The Night Shift - Gas Station Horror Simulator (OPEN)

Guys, please post more. It's not like I need your posts as metaphysical fuel for my thaumaturgic ritual to summon my great and terrible master into the material world.

𝔽𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪: 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔾𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝔾𝕒𝕞𝕖 - Cyberpunk Political Intrigue Roleplay

Keah wasn’t surprised or angry at the sudden turn of events. Just resigned to the realities of the Reclaim Zone. Betrayal had become a chore like any other in this world and acting like this was different was foolish. In a mere instant, the warehouse had become a thunderstorm of burnt propellant and lead, spent shells clattering against the floor like raindrops. He was frozen, affixed, unsure of what to do now. Petrukov was the one who came up with the plans. He was great at following plans. Not so good at making them up on the fly. He needed more time to think.

The tungsten-jacketed hollow-point bullet sailing towards his head at Mach 1 wasn’t patient enough for him.

For Keah, it was like intimately kissing a Tokyo auto-shinkansen with his forehead. His neck cracked, his head snapped back, every molecule in his body was a part of the brain-jostling experience. His hand reflexively grasped the front of his helmet whilst he stumbled back like a moon-walking drunkard. Managing to find cover beneath the drinks table, he breathed in and out. With a sense of wonder, he slid his finger where the bullet had left its mark, a wicked ravine of melted, rent poly-steel that tapered off towards the back.

He had to give credit to Engitech. Sure, their chrome wasn’t flowery but it was functional. However, he wasn’t that keen on stress-testing their product again with a second bullet or more.

Well, it was just a good thing he planned for an alternative route in mind. Lifting two fingers to the side of his helmet, Keah whispered three words.

“ On your marks….”

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>://RECEIVING COMMAND

>://PROCESSING COMMAND……..

>://SPEED REQUIRED.

>://ACTIVATING COMBUSTION ENGINES

>://ROTATING DRIVE TRAIN

>://SHIFTING GEAR

>://SPEED ACQUIRED

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You hear it. Everyone in the warehouse heard it above the bullet-fire. Underneath his helmet, Keah grinned,eyes focused on one blinking dot in his helmet GPS that was coming towards him.

It was a primal sound, a prehistoric roar that slowly grew in intensity and volume, from a mere buzz in your ears to a head-splitting din of grinding gears and screeching rubber. 3 tons of boron-carbon alloy with the soul of 500 horsepower torque came swerving into the complex, bullets bouncing off the Jury Rigg’s frame as its wheels turned towards its master. Sliding in a pendulum drift towards him, Keah jumped in through the open window, face planting against the wheel.One hand on the wheel, he turned it to the right and pumped down on the brakes, taking control of his mechanical monster and zooming past the enraged gun-men, all of whom were firing at him.

He came to a stop in front of both Johnny who was holding Serena, the backdoors automatically opening for them to enter.

“ You can get in or get out." He glanced waitingly towards the both of them and then, nodded towards the Lords of War shooting towards them both. "Your choice.”

𝒟𝒪𝒪𝑀𝒮𝒜𝒴𝐸𝑅𝒮 - Opp's Adventures in Meta-Land

Goddammit, now I have to choose between this and Futility.