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Adventure Name - Summer Sport-fighting Ceremony
Length - Short
Tone - Lighthearted with some serious moments
Short Description - The High King MacMillen of the Navigator Isles hosts an annual tournament for prize fighters, open to all of Illendriel. The islands, though not too far from the mainland, had seen few tourists. However, Summer Sport-Fighting Ceremony had gained much popularity around the world especially since the time of its inception. It is the 29th annual Summer Sport-Fighting Ceremony, and life-time fans of the Ceremony speculate it to be far greater than the last 28 combined. Every year, the winner is rewarded the Championship Belt- something that is worn proudly by all winners of the Summer Sport-Fighting Ceremony. This year, the High King has offered the winner of the tournament: one single favor, within reason, which the High King can fulfill; on top of that, he/she will be awarded the title of Knight under the High King, an honor normally only reserved for born citizens of the Navigator Isles.
Character Stipulations - The tournament is focused around hand to hand fighters, though magic-users and those who wouldn't normally use melee can join, granted they can make their powers inconspicuous enough. Characters are expected to have some background with one another. Characters should also be sentient enough to sign their own name, though I don't see that as being a problem.
I just posted. Antonio still needs to accept/reject the branding.
When the world receded around him, Snider crossed his arms, more annoyed than anything else. The bottom of his boots clacked twice as they hit the hard stone floor, once when his toes made contact, and again when his heels did. He stood relatively nonchalant as the soles of his boots sizzled. The magic rune that had quickly appeared underneath seemed to be protecting the hunter. Snider looked straight forward, keeping an angered grimace as he took in his surroundings. The gigantic stone structures, the lava flows, and even the platform he stood on; it was as if everything in the area was designed with the express purpose of putting him in his place. Snider didn't like that one bit.

The elder couldn't quite get what was going on. In fact, he didn't really care, not that he had much a choice to. Without his hearing aid, Snider was deaf on one side.

Akoni's paper was quickly torn from Snider's face with his good arm. Snider pinched the piece of paper between his chin and chest, then tore a small bit of blood-soaked cotton gauze, still wet from his previous encounters. "PUT IT ON MY TAB" he wrote, before throwing it up in the air, not caring for where it actually landed.

"HEY! FUCKFACES!" Snider yelled. "I don't know where the fuck your asses are, but when I find them, I'm going to kick the shit out of them!"

His attention was then turned toward the more grandiose looking watcher Panoptos. Patiently, he watched the initiation of the other individuals on the circle in addition to the one excommunication. A tinge of fear trickled down Snider's spin as the red mark appeared over Gene's neck. Just a tinge though.

"Hey! ET! Get me the fuck home."
Snider caught his hammer as it jetted off from around him and back into his right hand. With a forceful yank with his arm and teeth, the old man fastened the bandage around his body. His jacket was laying on the ground, soaked with blood. Fresh wounds covered the old man's body, as well as opened ones from the previous bout. His left arm, covered in holes after facing the demon's last attack, was unserviceable, a tourniquet fastened midway down his bicep. Snider found himself sitting inside an ambulance that had ended up crashing against the brick wall of some building. A trail of blood was left between it and a hole in the asphalt undoubtedly created by the man himself.

"Goddammit" he groaned, pushing a roll of cotton gauze over a wound in his leg. Using the opposite food, he kept pressure on the wound as his working hand wrapped another bandage tightly around. He shuffled around the vehicle, looking for more usable medical supplies, before he heard a sound behind him.

Standing behind him, three beings covered in what appeared to be bandages, not unlike Snider in fact. Each hefted a scythe over the shoulder- they were Hell Sloth. Using his hammer as a crutch, Snider pushed himself on his feet. A powerful explosion went off from inside the ambulance, blowing a hole in the back of it. Meeting the face of one of the demons was the heel of Snider's boot, the entire body of the demon disintegrating into a pile of sand. Snider stepped back to face the remaining demons as more arrived to greet him.

"Hmph" Snider smirked, throwing himself onto the asphalt as two scythes came for his head, instead clanging against each other, Snider's stomach hitting the ground. As another swung at Snider, he rolled over, his gimp arm limply flailing out and catching the blade over his own flesh. An absence of dripping blood confirmed his tourniquet was effective. The weight of his arm brought the slow demon to the ground with him. Using the rocket on his hammer, Snider spun upwards and outwards, kicking the other demon closer to his boot, and backflipping around the other demon, freeing his arm from its scythe. He slammed the handle of his hammer into the Hell Sloth, putting it out of commission.

Another swing of his hammer caught the scythe of yet another. Snider picked up the demon by the scythe, slamming it against another Sloth, defeating both of them in one swing.

One by one, the demons fell. Then, once again, behind Snider, a noise. This time, a thunderbolt accompanied by a bright flash.

Snider quickly turned around, using the rocket on his hammer to move his near-crippled body, swinging it at the Blitz before it vanished with a spark of electricity. Snider waited, standing still as the demon zipped around. Meeting the demon's face, Snider's elbow. Using the increased power from his hearing aid, the demon hunter easily tracked the demon, even as he normally could not have. The demon vanished again, Snider rolling out of the way of the resulting lightning bolt.

Snider swung again, the Blitz catching Snider's hammer on its shield before zipping away. Snider kicked off the ground, and using his twin rocket hammers, propelled himself into the air, meeting the demon mid-flight. There, they exchanged an electrifying series of blows, a body falling out of the resulting mess, into the ambulance.

The Blitz materialized at the back of the ambulance from the air, poking its fingers on the inside.

Something slammed against the Blitz, emitting an earsplitting screech. Snider threw his hearing aid, disorienting the Blitz. Not a split second later, the demon was pelted with bullets. Snider had won.

The bloodied demon hunter crawled out of the ambulance, hands empty, all his weapons kept in their holsters, machine gun slung behind his back.

Using his shoulder, Snider wiped off a bit of blood from his cheek.

"AAAAH!" Snider shouted as he swung his hammer back, assisted with the rocket. With a blunt poof, his hammer met the mouthless face of some creature Snider was sure was a demon. Snider stepped back.

"The Charred Council wishes to-"

"Tell them to take the biggest dildo they can find and shove it up their collective asses." Snider spat at the watcher.
This isn't at all dank enough to get interest. Instead of WWE RP, you make it a John Cena RP. The title being: John Cena: John Cena RP.
I'm gonna be a little busy with work for the next two days.
Is my character dead? If so, that's fucking bullshit and I deserve a better reasoning.
I edited my post. I didn't think it was hard to understand what my guy was doing though.
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