Daglobster

XCOM: The Shape of Things to Come

Basso glared about, directing his hatred filled eyes at the guards. This was inhumane, even for The Council. It was him and fifteen others, all being marched into their psionics suppressing cell block. Basso had no words for the kind of hatred he was feeling right now. He let these very same people put tubes into him and mix his body with alien material. He gave up his purity, humanity, and capability to have children so he could help save all of humanity, and this was the thanks he got?

Soon, they were at their individual cells, sealed chambers designed to suppress psionic powers. A guard ushered him in, and Basso didn't hesitate to spit at the man's feet before entering. The cell door slid closed behind him, and he observed his new home. Flat, metallic floors and walls, and necessary living amenities, along with a few comforts like an actual table to eat on, a plexiglass window almost as thick as the cell wall, and a small television. The cells weren't all that bad, Basso supposed. Just enough to keep the press happy if they came snooping around.

Walking over to his bed, he sat down, and he sat there in silence for a few minutes before breaking down into tears.

Oh god, Martinie...

Voltage Incident (a 40k Crossover)

I'd like for it to be noted that the air in Hive cities isn't just dirty, it's filtered, enhanced with additives, and absolutely choking with toxic chemicals and pollutants. Those people are wearing gas masks for a reason. All the non 40k characters really should be having more trouble with the air than they're having right now, especially Mat, who apparently isn't bothered with air that's capable of killing you if you breathe it unprotected for long enough.

For the Gods! [RECRUITING]

A few minutes after Herriman left, the arena reverted to its original state, all the damage from the previous fights disapearing.

Peter appeared in the middle, consulting a list.

"Well, ladies and gentlemen, what a treat! A double feature, with two wins going towards Herriman, The Ever-Changing! Our next fight promises to be just as good!" He announced, and the crowd once more started cheering, excited for more bloodshed.

"Representing Kri, he weighs in at more than twice that of a normal man. The Lycanthropic Berserker, the most fearsome werewolf this side of the arena, SSSOOOVERRREIGN!. And his opponent, a proven veteran of the arena who represents Hephaestus. The Walking Forge, one of the greatest living blacksmiths, KRIX! MAAAAAAAAARDUSSS!"

Once the two fighters appeared, Peter gave them a few seconds in case they wanted to offer a quick prayer to their deity, before raising his arms.

"FIGHT!"

For the Gods! [RECRUITING]

I'm writing the intro post to the fight now. Again, Schrade and ASTA are our combatants for this fight.

For the Gods! [RECRUITING]

Yeah, your character's accepted.

You know what? You and Schrade are the next to fight. I'm still hashing things out with Grn. Shcrade, can you PM me your character sheet?

To the Ends of Tamriel [An Elder Scrolls Roleplay]

"The Kynareth's Tear, mage. She's anchored all the way at the end of the dock. We leave at first light tomorrow." Hargjorn said to Drevayne, and turned to Lysander. "We're stopping by the export house before we board. I'm going to be taking on some cargo as well."

For the Gods! [RECRUITING]

Grn, if you could PM me your completed character so I can take a look at it, I'll be more than happy to green-light the fight between you and Schrade.

For the Gods! [RECRUITING]

@ Schrade: Until we get the character deposit filled out, I'm not quite sure who's going to fight next.

@ViK: You need to make your own original champion for this RP. You can have Jesus or whoever as your patron, but your champion's gotta be original.

XCOM: The Shape of Things to Come

Ah, I'll keep that in mind. I'll get a post in when I wake up tomorrow.

For the Gods! [RECRUITING]

Herriman was back on his feet quickly, and he turned to face Mifune again. Except...the filthy coward was actually walking away. Away from HIM! "SAMURAI!" Herriman called out, although he knew it wouldn't get Mifune to return. He was angry now. "YOU COWARDLY WOLF FUCK! GET BACK HERE AND FINISH WHAT YOU STARTED!" Herriman continued. He was yelling at an empty arena at this point. He stood there, a few moments of silence as the crowd just watched, stunned. Enraged, Herriman made as if to throw Setrak to the ground, but he suddenly stopped. He looked up to the top stands, where the gods themselves watched the fights, and saw The Raven God. It raised an open palm to Herriman, and Herriman directed his attention to the ground.

"All is going according to plan...my lord..." He muttered, before walking off the arena sands. Herriman decided to head straight for the training area. He need to tear some training dummies in half.