Shinny

Battle Toyale — Christmas Rumble!

@Shinny Awesuuuuuuuuuuum!

So two questions:

With things starting to get frantic, it would help to have everyone's position on a map and maybe any "major" threats, like the orcs. Any chance you could implement something like that? I've had great luck just using google docs to set up a map as the BG and then designating non-static elements like players and enemies, but anything would work.

Kanohi Kama looks like a bionicle mask, which is probably a few sizes too big for Kuro. Is it possible to wear the mask non-conventionally, or does it shrink to its wearer's face?

@BrokenPromise

1: I made a map and forgot to use it. Lemme... Fix that real quick.
2: I've been working on the idea of it shrinking or otherwise morphing to attach to the face, especially since some of the characters don't exactly have easy faces!

Battle Toyale — Christmas Rumble!

@Ponn
@BrokenPromise
@Divorarel
@Forge
@Pickled Piper
@Alucroas

Turn 3 is go! Try to not get too wet.

Battle Toyale — Christmas Rumble!

THE BEAST HOWLS

”ZOG ME!” One of the orks yelled, watching as the shot from Octolys’ crawler pinged the warboss’ head clean off. ”DA BOSSES ‘EAD WENT CLEAN OFF!” A chorus of laughter came from the orks, soon replaced with sounds of confusion and panic. Cries to run away were called, and soon the triumphant hops charge turned into routing hops scattering as the force fell apart as soon as it was mustered. ”FIND DA PAINBOY!” One of the orks yelled, grabbing the still miniature of their former warboss and hopping away with him in tow.

Although Octolys might have bought himself some time, if his knowledge of the realm where came from was thorough, then he would also know how hard they are to truly remove. They would be back.

---

The Gashadokuro heaved itself upwards, melted heads turning to gaze towards Kurosame and targeting her to be added to the melted mass. It was good time that her hydro-powered flight kicked in, for where she had been standing previously was now a broken chunk of shelf thanks to the tendril-like mass of melted limbs that whipped forth in a resounding KRANG! Grabbing the bent metal, the amalgamation pulled itself up again and turned to face the toy pirate.

Almost presenting its treasure to her.

The water found its mark, wrapped around the head holding the mask. It would take more effort than anticipated to rip the thing off, but that was surely no match for Kurosame’s hydrokinetic abilities. The mask pinged itself free, a howl escaping from the mass as the source of its speed was so violently ripped away. Its movements soon became slower, and slower, as if the melted plastic had started to solidify within in a mock equivalent of petrification. In a final attempt to try and gets its mask back, the Gashadokuro grabbed onto the shelves it held itself open and pulled.

Kurosame’s brief flight may have let her evade the beast’s flailing, but she’d need to don the mask and gain the bolstered speed before the collapsing shelf forced her to the ground with all the toyboxes sliding towards her!

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”’ey ‘ey ‘ey! Firstly, I already got a name. Secondly, I ain’t some kinda steed. We’ll take ya in range, but no suicide charges. Ya feel me?” Reginald honked, still carrying Verinoca despite everything. With a kick from the impromptu party, the plastic Jerry’s beat their wings with enough force to grant some form of temporary flight. Not that they could go high or far, but they could easily see the battle of the collapsing shelves above as they neared their target.

The Jerry’s were not good at dodging, either. "WHOAH!" was the only warning the party got, before the raining toyboxes forced the oversized geese to make an impromptu landing much closer than anybody would have liked. Geese slamming into the floor only a meter or so away from the dying Grimlock, and the now fresh fire caused from his battle with the dragon. The clattering of toyboxes and the creaking of shelves may have proven to be a temporary challenge—

—but the real hazard was yet to come.

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”RIGHT LADS, YA READY?” One ork turned to the other. Stormboyz, these were. Orks so obsessed with speed that they strapped engines on their backs to let them chaotically fly into battle. This time was different, however. For they had ditched the plastic engines that they were assembled with, replacing them with very real and very explosive fireworks from the section near the checkout.

One stormboy gave a thumbs up to the other, grots hopping with matches to light the fireworks alight. The hissing and bright lights could be seen by all who weren’t obscured by shelves, the orks yelling once more before-

SHEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOWWWW!

BANG!

Fireworks erupted, carrying the orks to their rapid deaths. But each firework was a disaster unto itself, melting toys and causing fiery explosive fragments to rain down as a mass of fires were lit from their foolhardy actions. But worst of all was the firework that went towards the window. The hissing screech slamming the plastic against the glass, causing the crack Kruosame left to grow and splinter before the bang caused an even bigger rupture.

AND THE STORM RESPONDS

With the glass so weak from the multiple assaults, the storm broke through with a resounding crash. The hurricane’s flooding forces started to pour into the toystore. A dribble turned into a pour, and then into a fully-blown stream. At first it was only enough to make the ground wet, but with each passing second the more water started to rush into the store.

NEW HAZARD: FLOODING

The toystore's water level will continue to rise from this point.

Battle Toyale — Christmas Rumble!

<Snipped quote by BrokenPromise>

I'm either going to skip Spider or leave the thread. This was supposed to be a Christmas Battle Royal and it's about to be an Easter Party.

@Alucroas

I have discussed the issue, and we have elected to skip their turn for this round. This means that it is now your turn.

Flensing The Infinite — Shinny & Anshin

NEVER THE MAIN PREY

The black assassin bug lay furled, awaiting its prey. While it was not easy to ‘hide’ in a place that lacked space and thus physical laws, the bubble that held the construct was enough to act as both a hiding spot and the trap itself. A sphere of reality within unreality, barely two meters in diameter, yet offered an easy bridge between realities that were the true size of universes.

I WILL KILL YOU OR DIE TRYING
NEVER UTTERED, ONLY BELLOWED

The construct with the acronym IWKYODT remained folded, his ‘life’ shut down in all aspects save for his supernatural senses. He did not need to move, his 5 meter form contorted to remain within the minute sphere he had situated himself within. He did not need to breathe, nor speak, nor indeed act until the moment was right. Such it was, all he needed to do was wait. All four eyes closed as the prongs of his flat head listened only for the twanging of universal fabric, for the tearing of a portal for any would-be intruder attempting an invasion.

There.

It had been a large-scale operation, even by his standards. No less than twenty-thousand Cultivators had been called to perform their duty, running disruption to present the facade of a planned invasive movement. Five of the twelve A'Krülni had moved to perform tasks relevant to this, and even Krü strode forth from his ichor, pressing himself into another’s territory so boldly to attract the attention of those would-be rulers of all things. The implication of his presence was enough, that Neo-Babylon and its subsequent connections to all things would no longer be stable, no longer be safe. It was irresistible.

The tear came from well beyond the Cultivators territory, but its path had meandered through to connect universes exactly as it had been predicted. The tiny universal bubble started to unravel thanks to the colossal dimensional hole being forged, which placed IWKYODT exactly within its means. Perfect.

His body did not come online, not just yet. The tunnel had been made, but he still needed to wait until the quarry had entered his sights. Eyes flickered, minimal energy expended so he could scan his environments and watch for its approach.

A dragon.

A would be megagod dragon, named The Eternal. Eight forms contained within one, its Empire declared Infinite. Crimson scaled containing unimaginable power and unfathomable arrogance. Yet still within its proclaims of perfection, the creature brought with it an entourage. Other minor deities, its brood, as well as a fleet of mechanical creations built to house its humanoid subjects.

They never even saw him coming.

---

”Alright, listen up!” A six legged, faceless crystal barked, his skintight armour proudly displaying the emblem of hooks in an X with a whale beneath them, the sigil of the 10th flenser’s fleet. ”Today is the big day! I’m sure y’all’ve read your briefing and know what’s at stake here, but I will reiterate for anybody blackout drunk last night: We are jumping into external territory to capture a fresh 1A. The odds are high that we’ll be entering a hot zone, hence the Breaker compatriots joining us.” Amongst the crowd of suited-up butchers was a small entourage of unique individuals in equally unique outfits, headed by one lanky stickbug-like IWKYODT. Suited faces regarded him, the six-limbed abyssal construct of gangly form and mysterious make. Many were glad that their masks hid their nerves. ”If there was one time in your careers to knuckle down and get the job done, that day would be today. We’ll have time for drinks back home when we’ve proved we’re the best at what we do. And what is it we do?”

Flense gods!

Not every Cultivator is a professor of war. For every assassin, soldier, and scout, there were ten times as many jobs required just to keep the whole operation running. Healers, mechanics, cooks. Everybody had their place to keep the heart pumping, and the humble flenser was chiefly concerned with clean-up duty. A god’s value did not stop when they were dead, for every single part of the divine could be harvested for a myriad of purposes. Scales and talons for armour and weapons, blood for the infinite ichor, even their appendix could be harvested and used to brew up new metaphysical bioweapons. It was the flenser’s job to bring them back, and with how dangerous gods were when they were dead, their role was far from safe.

A great white octopus ship floated within the void of space, its tendrils curled around to envelop its quarry. The dragon’s corpse lay within a massive hangar formed by the tendrils, flensers crawling over it like white ants among the dead. Each one was wearing white arcane armour, their featureless suits built to endure the environmental chaos that a dead god could unleash. Fortunate, given how the body was radiating enough heat to melt steel like rubber. Hooks made from talons punctured into the beast’s wings, the air hissing as meta-chains lifted them high to suspend the dragon above.

“Unit one is ready to start delving,” one voice spoke. They were one of two resting on the dragon’s ribcage, hands making the final adjustments of a white mechanical limpet that attached to the scales. When they rose up, one hand reached to grab great big hose, the tip of which had its own mechanical clamp. <Cutting in 3, 2, 1.> Hisss. The limpet sliced through the scales and bone of the dead god, revealing a boiling magma within. Without any hesitation, the flenser walked towards the hole, sinking into it and dragging the hose with them. A moment later they were joined by a second, wielding a heavy harpoon made from a great tooth. <Happy hunting.>

---

All of this, and more, was observed by IWKYODT, the one who had made all of this possible. It was easier to observe him, now that he was actually in an observable location. Although taking in his features was never easy, for indeed he was built of a material which absorbed all light that landed upon it, rendering him looking two dimensional as the eyes could not judge what was near and what was far. The only place where this was not the case was within his four eyes, two forward and two sideways. Each eye had a potent purple lens with no apparent pupils, held within a darker sclera. His side-eyes scanned their environment, while the front two stared at the dragon he had felled a moment ago.

Nobody was willing to ask why his gaze was so intense. Not that it mattered, for it was a secret he would not tell. This was not the only war he would wage this night.

Flensing The Infinite — Shinny & Anshin

I put this in the wrong fucking tab

Celestial Duel — Shinny Vs Anshin

SO LONG

Thus was the heart of the cards. Every component of a deck should work together, so no matter the order they are drawn the deck shall still function; but the right card in the right card can turn a near-loss into an instant victory. Lombardi's presence bent the very spacetime of the arena, creating a brief glimpse of the duel and the victory thereof. The energy erupted from Lombardi's hand, boiling the planet and cause its dusty surface to scar black from the subsequent eruptions. Paltry theatrics before the kilonova obliterated this system.

Krü burning magenta eyes looked up, his long neck twisting to raise his eyes so the rigid apparatus could observe Beramode turn away. "Going so soon? Whatever is so important to you to make you turn away?" His body heaved, the second and third pair of legs working together to raise his body off of the ground so he no longer sat upon the fabric of fate. A flick of his finger made his played cards and tokens return, deck folding upon itself to disappear to some unknown place. Another gesture caused the scintillating tapestry to furl back and up, rolling the magnificent cloth up to be held by one of Krü's middle limbs. "No matter. This was a fun little distraction," he said. His eyes narrowed, his M shaped mandibles bending in a way that was almost paradoxical. The expression was ever brief, his mouth and eyes returning to their neutral stance as he brought a hand up once again. A rip formed behind him, and without looking Krü drifted back and through the tear. His presence long gone, this world left to bask in the ruination of the great beings who had battled here.

AND THANKS FOR ALL THE

Krü's presence is rarely lauded. Indeed, even amongst his loyal Cultivators, his presence is regarded with lowered heads and busied schedules. His hooves stood upon a white platform, part of the great inter-universal structure's central system. Roots of the great tree.

Looking down upon Krü was a great sphere. A kaleidoscopic array of eyes within eyes within eyes within eyes, larger than universes. He Who Knows, the first and greatest of the A'Krülni. Its haunting voice pierced through none save Krü, their connection instant as an endless stream of data was processed by the great intelligence.

THE OUTCOME WAS [ENTIRELY] WITHIN [ACCEPTED] PARAMETERS (OUR [PLANS] PROGRESS AS THEY ALWAYS DO)

"And the dragon?"

UNDONE ([IWKYODT] HAS NEVER MISSED A MARK OF THIS IMPORTANCE) <OUR [FLENSERS] HAVE GONE TO PICK UP THE [CARCASS]>

"Good, good. Return to your work."

With the connection severe, Krü stood forth towards the edge of the great platform. Below him worked one of the most glorious yet thankless of jobs: The slaughterers. Their platforms were once white, but stained a variety of colours thanks to the lifeblood that dripped down through grating. Bodies of dissidents and opponents were dragged like livestock, kicking and screaming and cursing until the moment their heads were slammed against the floor and their throats cut. Gurgling corpses were thrown into the pool below, the culmination of countless lives and souls and gods sacrificed to feed into this all-powerful ocean of life energy dubbed Infinitus. A oil-black ocean of essence that subtly glowed with the rainbow myriad of life that was blended into it.

It was into this ocean that Krü descended, floating downwards until his head was submerged and he sank down into the core. Limbs crossed against his thorax and abdomen, Krü closed his eyes and let his soul drift from his body once more, devouring the power to slake his insatiable thirst and letting his consciousness expand so he might move the pieces of his eternal war once more.

FLESH

Battle Toyale — Christmas Rumble!

@Ponn
@BrokenPromise
@Divorarel
@Forge
@Pickled Piper
@Alucroas

Post has been made! I'm going to allow people to join on this round as well, the time limit being until the last person makes their post. I have made the order explicit on post #0 so if you could follow that I would greatly appreciate it. If there's any trouble with this then I might switch to a different method but we'll play it by ear.

Battle Toyale — Christmas Rumble!

LIGHTNING BOOMS OVERHEAD

Octolys' fighter was one of the first to 'fly' through the air, but it would not be the last. A preliminary scouting venture exposed one thing above all others — Other toys were waking up. There was a veritable smörgåsbord of creations breaking from their confinements, a brand war whose lawsuit potential was immense. Worse still, the moment toys were freed from their confinements and were in proximity to one another? That, dear reader, was when the violence began. Fists and swords and toy guns clashed as an orgy of violence erupted within the toy store.

"ROIGHT, WAT'S ALL DIS DEN?" A voice called out. There was motion in the corner of Octoly's eye, and turning would reveal an army of little green men. No, not little green men. Little green Orks. Busted free from a glass cabinet, a prize-winning painted army of green Orks had broken free and started a ruckus without any delay. Behind the legion of boyz and nobs and trukks was a larger ork, grey and red and clad in metal. "LOOKS LIKE WE GOT OURSELVES INTO A ROIGHT SICHAYSHUN." "Wot?" "SHADDAP, I'Z TALKIN!" The warboss grabbed a very tiny green goblin-looking grot, throwing him off of the shelf and into the abyss below — wherein he exploded into a pile of plastic. "NUFFIN ELSE TO IT DEN, LADS, IT'S TIME TO GET CHOPPIN. WAAAAAGH!" And thus the army of green creatures charted towards Thyerg'Octolys and let out their telltale cry.

WAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!

The middle itself was just as much a mess as the other places, albeit without anywhere near as many small toys ready to set upon the others like ants. Instead there were a few medium sized fighters, and an opportunity to escape should Octolys deem it necessary. For those who never awoke acted as a wall and a refuge, with something shining beneath all of them...

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Kurosame could see it first, the moment she made the crack within the window. What had been a normal-looking rainfall picked up velocity, which was both a bane and a boon. She could get even more water than anticipated, but the violent whipping of rain caused the crack to grow. Just a bit, but it was growing. But that would be less important than what Kurosame saw as she 'flew' towards the middle isle.

She would get an ample view of the violence, being able to also see the orks charging Octolys and his fighter making a similar journey. The view disappeared when she landed upon the middle isle, instead replaced with an outwards view of different levels of violence from those whom awoke. The lines of toys in the middle provided some level of refuge, albeit the longer she stayed, the more she heard a peculiar sound.

_{There's a snake in my boot...} Crunch. _{You're my favourite deputy...} Crunch. Boxed shaking as something came up from down below. Its mass significant enough to shake the whole middle isle. And a glowing, gentle shine coming from beneath.

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"Hah!" A voice replied to Veronica's boast. Another toy, another misfit. A doll made from cloth and stuffing rose up, a teddy-bear with an arm and an eye missing. Stuffing poked out from there his arm had been torn off, mouldy and marred from misuse. The bear still stood, however — and indeed did he tower over Veronica's wooden frame. A peace logo was stitched near where his arm had been torn off, the rest of his body covered in a tie dye of colours. A large 'TY' was tagged to his ears, evidence of where he came from. A beanie baby peace bear.

So much for being peaceful.

"You and everybody else in this competition have been thinking that. Charge headlong into battle, give the master of this competition the entertainment he craves. Play your part in this dance." The bear spoke with a weary and whispery voice, yet still it held that gravelly texture of authority. "What are you waiting for? Go on, kill me." The bear raised his arm and held his head high, standing in open defiance. "At least I will die on my own terms."

At least, that was the case until Ryuko descended upon the scene, causing the bear to turn to look at her. "Another slave."

---

The two remaining Jerrys looked at each other for a good two seconds, before a single nod came from their bulging heads. "Alright, alright! Cool it with the whole explodin'." Pause, the second Jerry looked around before a wing came up and he spoke in a hushed tone towards Nudara. "Listen real close-like, yeah? Ya best bet is prolly to take out the biggest of 'em first. Now, I's got a hunch that whatever's causin' a ruckus in the electronic department is gonna be up there in the 'biggest threat' competition. Ya feel me?" The goose turned around to point in the direction where the alarms klaxon blared.

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The roar from Alucroas could be heard over the alarm he had triggered, and most toys rightfully scattered when presented with such an opponent. But not every toy. For on the floor near Alucroas was a toy of similar size, plastic and metal assembled into the shape of a blocky electronic Tyrannosaurus Rex. Its flat head stared at the intruder, feet crushing the glass beneath as it moved closer and closer...

"ME GRIMLOCK! KING! Grimlock boomed, before ushering in a roar of challenge. Whether or not Alucroas replied, the transforming tyrannosaur pushed his feet into a charge, ready to clash heads and bring those sharp metal teeth into his opponents body!

---

THE MASS WRITHES

A compounded conglomeration of various toys, melted into something that belonged in The Thing, rose from the very bottom of the middle isle. A multitude of asymmetrical limbs grabbed onto everything that it could reach. Shelves were grabbed, the bulk hoisted higher with each groaning motion. Any toys that were too slow — or foolhardy — to move out of the way of the mass were grabbed and dragged within, plastic bubbling and gurgling as they were added to the increasing multitude of tormented toys amalgamated. But that was not the worst part.

The worst part was that attached to this bulk was a melted figure, constructed from plastic joints connected together like how a LEGO house was built brick by brick. On the melted figure's face was a brown mask, the source of the light whose power still remained. Power that allowed this amalgamation to move at all.

KANOHI KAMA REVEALED

Battle Toyale — Christmas Rumble!

I'm giving this an extra week because the hospital has picked up - again.