Shinny

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."

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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!

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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.

Battle Toyale — Christmas Rumble!

@Shinny Just for clarification, does this mean that everyone with an accepted character can post?

Related to that, were you going to randomize our start positions, or are you letting us start wherever?

@BrokenPromise

Everybody with an accepted character gets to post, some people did basic gists here but didn't manage to put the sheets there and to stop it from being too small I'll let them post too. I wanted to make it so just people with accepted sheets can post, but otherwise this would be over way too quick because there's only three ;;

Also, I will let people choose their starts within reason (No spawncamping artifacts!)

Battle Toyale — Christmas Rumble!

It's as if you were trapped in a dream.

For some of you, the tale of The Toymaster may have been one of mutual understanding and dealership; for others, the tale begins with coercion and force. But whatever the circumstances, the ultimate truth is that all of you awaken in a toyshop. The sensation almost feels natural, as if you're somehow still able to breathe and smell and sense the world around you. But looking at your hands reveals that they were as artifical as the rest of you, trapped within a clear plastic container with flashy and gaudy branding atop it.

You are a toy.

The toy shop you have woken in is remarkably clean and modern. Artifical lights shine bright from a roof much more akin to a warehouse or a megastore than a quaint workshop, closer to a 'Toy's 'r' Us' type store. The store is completely empty of people, the hustle and bustle of customers instead replaced with the writhing and awakening of others, much like yourself. The vast majority of them are new, just like yourself. Awakening from the isles and shelves and erupting from their packaging as they try and figure out what is going on and how to survive. In the shadows, older secrets work.

The calendar on the till's operating system reads late December, but even though it is mid-winter, there is no snow to be found. Instead beyond the glass doors to the outside world a torrential downpour thunders, water blown near-horizontal thanks to howling winds strong enough to make trees buckle. A residual boom of crackling thunder looms overhead.

You must fight to survive.

How and why the thought entered your head is difficult to ascertain, but you know for certain that every toy that has awakened is now your enemy. Whether or not they could ally with you, you realise that only one toy can survive, and only one toy can be victorious. Even if this thought somehow never enters your head, the visual demonstration of two Action Men throwing blows at each other and throwing each other off of the shelves onto the floor is enough of a visual demonstration of the struggle.

And thus, The Battle Toyale Begins.

Battle Toyale — Christmas Rumble!

Round: 2
Number of artefacts revealed: 1: Kanohi Kama
Turn order:
@Ponn
@BrokenPromise
@Divorarel
@Forge
@Pickled Piper
@Alucroas

Battle Toyale — Christmas Rumble!

Right! Apologies for being late, Christmas' run up tends to be hellish when you're working in a hospital.

Because of the relatively low number of characters posted in the character tab, I am going to make a little adjustment.

Those who want to participate get to post in the first round, which will run until January the 6th. (Should be plenty of time for everyone!) Those who did post characters will get a little bonus to help them, as a token of appreciation for the hard work.

Battle Toyale — Christmas Rumble!

@BrokenPromise@Ponn

Both approved!

Battle Toyale — Christmas Rumble!

Are we allowed to bring characters who have destructive powers scaled down to toyverse size effects? Foe example: a missile fires from a toy hits a shelf, but the explosion is no larger than a firecracker, or a laser beam that is only strong enough to cut through paper, and leave a mild scorch mark on a steel shelf, but with prolonged application would be able to cut through the beam.

Basically, my brain is operating on less of a literal toy fight, but something with toysized effects, but if everyone is truly launching fake missiles, aka, plastic rods with nothing more than kinetic force behind them, then it would obviously be unfair if I brought the former into the fight.

@Alucroas

Yeah, this was more or less my intention. If they didn't then toys would take a long time to kill each other, and given the number of people I hope to throw into this mess, the faster things go the better for everybody.

I love this idea.

I have three ideas and two questions. The questions kind of inform which idea I go for.

My Goofy Ass Questions

Question the 1st: What's your stance on Single Toy VS Toy Line

That is to ask; could I RP as say "A bag of Green Army Men" or "The Christmas 1996 GI Joe Assault on Bad Guy Castle Playset that fell in that little area behind the aisles and is only just now sitting in the clearance rack because nostalgia."

Question the 2th: What's your stance on known pre-existing franchise characters.

That is to ask; could I RP as three of the Ninja Turtles from the Turtle Van box thing because some snot nosed kid kidnapped the Donatello figure. If you do not want recognizable brands would an obvious Knock Off expy be acceptable? Like instead of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (TMNT) could I use Bolivian Battle Toads with Attitoads (BBTA)

My Goofy Ass Ideas

Idea 1: Basically just Ninja Turtles in whatever number is acceptable. 1, 2, 3, or 4 or maybe that one Robot Turtle character. Idea being they're all plastic with plastic weapons and can exchange limbs. Wildly durable because their limbs just pop on and off with ease.

Idea 2: A box set of Warhammer 40K Imperial Troops. Number again dependent on what seems reasonable. If I get a higher number then part of the fun is getting to describe in Grim Dark terms the fate of little plastic men dying horrifically via just like getting knocked off a shelf or hit with one of those little plastic missiles that used to come in toys before a hundred kids choked on them.

Idea 3: My character Dangerrutito Fontainiuxic, basically a Power Ranger toy. Sort of Buzz Lightyear but not. Searching the toy aisles for his Zord and Battle Car and $1,500 dollar deluxe collectors edition Space Ship toy that he will either never find or not be able to open the box for or it's just hanging in mid air as a display and he can't get to it.

@BangoSkank

The last time I did this we had a Warhammer 40,000 combat patrol as one of the contestants, which in a way answers both questions at once. Just remember that conservation of ninjustu applies!