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It's one of those games where you need to bash your head against it at first, but eventually it gives, and becomes a very fun experience, filled with lots of random stuff happening.
It's one of those games where you need to bash your head against it at first, but eventually it gives, and becomes a very fun experience, filled with lots of random stuff happening.
((Colab post with Wiz, again.))
"One more step, and we're all dead." These were words no one would ever want to hear, especially on space station 13, a very volatile place where the insane, evil, and generally malevolent forces of the universe tend to pick on. The station had endured meteors, monsters, a cthulhulian horror, and an outbreak of the common cold. However, what Martin Robinson held in his hands, an EMP grenade, while standing next to the singularity holding device, would be the worst of it all. Martin had been accused of turning Scarred-Hide, a lizardman security officer, into a monkey using a dna-scrambler. An offence that was normally met with getting beaten to death by security, but Martin had managed to keep them at bay using SCIENCE! And a lot of explosives.
As such, he had managed to blast his way to the singularity containment area, and here, he was making his final stand. He knew he would die, but he if was going to, he'd take every asshole on this station with him. "I REGRET NOTHING!" Martin yells, before pulling the pin on the emp grenade. In a flash, the singularity was released....and suddenly, along with Martin, and the rest of the station, vanished, leaving every other living being, save for the slimes in xenobiology, floating in space.
"...Shit." Head of security said, before the pressure difference of the vast emptiness of space killed all living beings, save for someone who had been turned into a space carp, a sort of space fairing shark. They simply flew off, to start a new life nibbling on space ships.
Martin, now flung though space and time, would find himself on a new planet. With a space station lacking power, and no food, he knew he'd have to venture out into...wherever the hell he had just landed.
The city itself looked much like what he knew Earth cities had once looked like. Busy asphalt streets, tall grey buildings, and cars everywhere. But even more unsettling than this sudden leap into a long-forgotten past, was the complete lack of people. It appeared that the entire place had been emptied out, and only the plants that now encroached on man's domain showed any signs of life. Furthermore, with the power out, there was no way to figure out his actual location, or whether this place was even real to begin with.
Nearby, standing out from the grey rows of broken-down buildings and crashed vehicles, was a large glass dome that stuck out over the rest. There used to be a large sign with some kind of name on it above this dome, but the words had been faded away into an unintelligible mess by the sands of time. The place looked slightly more home-y than the rest of this desolate place, however, as it appeared to be the only place with the lights still on. It might also contain answers as to where (or when) he was.
"....Well, either I am in my own personal hell, or God's got a sense of humor..." Robinson says, before quickly moving thoughout the station, grabbing whatever useful supplies he could. Some body armor, very basic riot gear. good for stopping knives, and broken bottles, but little else. He also grabbed some knives, and a few bottles of alchohol from the bar, knowing that booze could make for a good weapon. Finally, he grabbed a jar, and headed to Xenobiology, and he placed in said jar, a small grey slime. Slimes were harmless, normally, until they got hungry. In which case, they became extremely dangerous, especially adult slimes, who could devour a human whole. But this slime, was a baby slime. Small, and pretty harmless. Along with the slime, he grabbed a monkey cube, a thing which, once given water, would form into a fully functioning, living, monkey. Perfect slime food.
Now geared up, Martin ventured out, with a backpack full of knives, a slime, and a monkey cube. He head towards the dome, a knife in hand, and a gleam of a mad man in his eyes.
The facility was strange indeed. There was a large chainlink fence to dissuade intruders, although it didn't provide much of an obstacle. The guard post implied that there would have been more significant resistance, had this place not been empty. The inside was a spotless clean series of white laboratories, each locked behind a metal door. There also appeared to be a few observation areas. Frustratingly, each of these facilities was locked away from him, requiring some form of keycard and iris scan to open. While it might be possible to find a keycard within the facility, finding one of the original staff seemed to become less likely by the moment.
Robinson was a tad annoyed. Had the station still had full power, he could create a large enough cyborg to rip those doors off of the hinges. The best he could do now wa-
Wait a moment....he had an idea. A wonderfully twisted idea, but it relied on one thing. Looking around for any computers that were within his reach, not behind locked doors, he tried to search for pictures of the staff. "Maybe, with a picture, and a keycard, I could open those doors..." He mutters. It was worth a shot at least, and was far from his last resort, but this would require the least amount of effort. Which was good, as he was tired from almost ceasing to exist. Which this plan failed, as while in the space station, pictures were taken with advanced enough cameras that any scanner could be fooled, it appears these people used far more primative tech. "...Darn you, and your shitty cameras. Darn you." He growls, agitated. Taking a moment, he got another idea. He looked around for a source of water, something like a sink, or even a old water bottle. He didn't need much, he just needed some.
Finding a water cooler, the kind most of the office workers on the station talked around, due to some old time earthen tradition, Robinson smirked as he pulled the monkey cube from his backpack, and watered it, a fully grown monkey appearing underneath the stream of water. He then, almost imedtiately, uncorked the baby slime, and ploped it onto the Monkey, which began to scream as the slime devoured it. After a few moments, the Monkey had vanished into the slime, who had more than trippled in size.
"Hey there, you..." Robinson began, sweating. Slimes were known to attack humanoids, rarely, and without a propper weapon, he might be its next meal. However, they were also known to listen to those that fed them, so he had a 50/50 chance of this working. "You want more food? There's some monkeys behind those doors..." He says, pointing to some of the metal doors that barred his progress. The slime, hearing about more food, rolled towards the doors, and began trying to eat them, it's acidic body (hopefully) breaking apart the doors given a few minutes. After half an hour, the slime manages to finish though one door, it's heavy armor taking it a while to devour. Sated with this metallic meal, the slime wanders over to the water cooler, and begins to eat that, thirsty.
Martin now was able to enter into one of these labs, and notices a number of strange machines, and data banks. "Hmm...not quite what I had in mind, but this will do..." He starts, as he explores the lab, looking over the machines, trying to figure out what they did, and also hooking himself up to the databanks, via his robotic implants. What this did was allow him to surf the data from the comfort of his own mind, as he looked over the machines. Being a cyborg has some perks, after all. "All this, for a toy train?" He asks aloud, confused. Why so much effort put into this? Was this toy train some sort of artifiact? Did they get it from the Wizard's Union? Did this place have a Wizard's Union? So many questions, and a lot of answers, just not to the questions Martin was truly asking.
Keeping all of the measurements saved in his memory, Martin begins to make a theory. "I need to preform some reasearch..." He states, heading back to the station. "Lots of research..."
"One more step, and we're all dead." These were words no one would ever want to hear, especially on space station 13, a very volatile place where the insane, evil, and generally malevolent forces of the universe tend to pick on. The station had endured meteors, monsters, a cthulhulian horror, and an outbreak of the common cold. However, what Martin Robinson held in his hands, an EMP grenade, while standing next to the singularity holding device, would be the worst of it all. Martin had been accused of turning Scarred-Hide, a lizardman security officer, into a monkey using a dna-scrambler. An offence that was normally met with getting beaten to death by security, but Martin had managed to keep them at bay using SCIENCE! And a lot of explosives.
As such, he had managed to blast his way to the singularity containment area, and here, he was making his final stand. He knew he would die, but he if was going to, he'd take every asshole on this station with him. "I REGRET NOTHING!" Martin yells, before pulling the pin on the emp grenade. In a flash, the singularity was released....and suddenly, along with Martin, and the rest of the station, vanished, leaving every other living being, save for the slimes in xenobiology, floating in space.
"...Shit." Head of security said, before the pressure difference of the vast emptiness of space killed all living beings, save for someone who had been turned into a space carp, a sort of space fairing shark. They simply flew off, to start a new life nibbling on space ships.
Martin, now flung though space and time, would find himself on a new planet. With a space station lacking power, and no food, he knew he'd have to venture out into...wherever the hell he had just landed.
The city itself looked much like what he knew Earth cities had once looked like. Busy asphalt streets, tall grey buildings, and cars everywhere. But even more unsettling than this sudden leap into a long-forgotten past, was the complete lack of people. It appeared that the entire place had been emptied out, and only the plants that now encroached on man's domain showed any signs of life. Furthermore, with the power out, there was no way to figure out his actual location, or whether this place was even real to begin with.
Nearby, standing out from the grey rows of broken-down buildings and crashed vehicles, was a large glass dome that stuck out over the rest. There used to be a large sign with some kind of name on it above this dome, but the words had been faded away into an unintelligible mess by the sands of time. The place looked slightly more home-y than the rest of this desolate place, however, as it appeared to be the only place with the lights still on. It might also contain answers as to where (or when) he was.
"....Well, either I am in my own personal hell, or God's got a sense of humor..." Robinson says, before quickly moving thoughout the station, grabbing whatever useful supplies he could. Some body armor, very basic riot gear. good for stopping knives, and broken bottles, but little else. He also grabbed some knives, and a few bottles of alchohol from the bar, knowing that booze could make for a good weapon. Finally, he grabbed a jar, and headed to Xenobiology, and he placed in said jar, a small grey slime. Slimes were harmless, normally, until they got hungry. In which case, they became extremely dangerous, especially adult slimes, who could devour a human whole. But this slime, was a baby slime. Small, and pretty harmless. Along with the slime, he grabbed a monkey cube, a thing which, once given water, would form into a fully functioning, living, monkey. Perfect slime food.
Now geared up, Martin ventured out, with a backpack full of knives, a slime, and a monkey cube. He head towards the dome, a knife in hand, and a gleam of a mad man in his eyes.
The facility was strange indeed. There was a large chainlink fence to dissuade intruders, although it didn't provide much of an obstacle. The guard post implied that there would have been more significant resistance, had this place not been empty. The inside was a spotless clean series of white laboratories, each locked behind a metal door. There also appeared to be a few observation areas. Frustratingly, each of these facilities was locked away from him, requiring some form of keycard and iris scan to open. While it might be possible to find a keycard within the facility, finding one of the original staff seemed to become less likely by the moment.
Robinson was a tad annoyed. Had the station still had full power, he could create a large enough cyborg to rip those doors off of the hinges. The best he could do now wa-
Wait a moment....he had an idea. A wonderfully twisted idea, but it relied on one thing. Looking around for any computers that were within his reach, not behind locked doors, he tried to search for pictures of the staff. "Maybe, with a picture, and a keycard, I could open those doors..." He mutters. It was worth a shot at least, and was far from his last resort, but this would require the least amount of effort. Which was good, as he was tired from almost ceasing to exist. Which this plan failed, as while in the space station, pictures were taken with advanced enough cameras that any scanner could be fooled, it appears these people used far more primative tech. "...Darn you, and your shitty cameras. Darn you." He growls, agitated. Taking a moment, he got another idea. He looked around for a source of water, something like a sink, or even a old water bottle. He didn't need much, he just needed some.
Finding a water cooler, the kind most of the office workers on the station talked around, due to some old time earthen tradition, Robinson smirked as he pulled the monkey cube from his backpack, and watered it, a fully grown monkey appearing underneath the stream of water. He then, almost imedtiately, uncorked the baby slime, and ploped it onto the Monkey, which began to scream as the slime devoured it. After a few moments, the Monkey had vanished into the slime, who had more than trippled in size.
"Hey there, you..." Robinson began, sweating. Slimes were known to attack humanoids, rarely, and without a propper weapon, he might be its next meal. However, they were also known to listen to those that fed them, so he had a 50/50 chance of this working. "You want more food? There's some monkeys behind those doors..." He says, pointing to some of the metal doors that barred his progress. The slime, hearing about more food, rolled towards the doors, and began trying to eat them, it's acidic body (hopefully) breaking apart the doors given a few minutes. After half an hour, the slime manages to finish though one door, it's heavy armor taking it a while to devour. Sated with this metallic meal, the slime wanders over to the water cooler, and begins to eat that, thirsty.
Martin now was able to enter into one of these labs, and notices a number of strange machines, and data banks. "Hmm...not quite what I had in mind, but this will do..." He starts, as he explores the lab, looking over the machines, trying to figure out what they did, and also hooking himself up to the databanks, via his robotic implants. What this did was allow him to surf the data from the comfort of his own mind, as he looked over the machines. Being a cyborg has some perks, after all. "All this, for a toy train?" He asks aloud, confused. Why so much effort put into this? Was this toy train some sort of artifiact? Did they get it from the Wizard's Union? Did this place have a Wizard's Union? So many questions, and a lot of answers, just not to the questions Martin was truly asking.
Keeping all of the measurements saved in his memory, Martin begins to make a theory. "I need to preform some reasearch..." He states, heading back to the station. "Lots of research..."
@Wraithblade6 @ShadowVentus @CreedtheChimera
Minx blinks, before snapping, a strange red creature appearing, holding a tray of varying materials, including what looks to be candy, jerky of some kind, crackers, some generic plant matter, most likely just grass,and a bit of raw steak? which is still leaking a tiny bit of blood. Setting the tray down, the being, made entirely of what appears to be a red candy of some sort, vanishes in a poof of smoke.
"Set him down, and he'll decide what he eats. None of it would be lethal to a life form like him, so it'd come down to personal preference." Minx says, smiling. She had started to like Jeffry. She found him oddly adorable. Minx also began to feel more comfortable around Illy, as she had come to the idea this girl knew not how to use her powers to the fullest, at least, not in a harmful way. Minx, if she had too, felt like she could kill the girl before she could do any harm, should it come to that. However, a familiar voice rang out, and Minx's eyes darted to the darkness.
"Long time, no see...Micheal?" Minx asks, peering into Micheal's mind for his name, an intrusion he could feel. Minx knew the tactician, only though Kevin, but she was wary of him. She felt Grima's power. It made her uneasy, and slightly envious. A dark force like that should be hers....
"Keep it together..." Minx grumbles, shaking her head. "So, why is it you're here?" Minx asks Micheal. "Is it to see Kevin? I didn't think anyone other th-....oh dear..." Minx starts, drawing to the conclusion that the Queen had sent him. This worried her, if there was Micheal, there may be more...and not all of them would know her.
Minx blinks, before snapping, a strange red creature appearing, holding a tray of varying materials, including what looks to be candy, jerky of some kind, crackers, some generic plant matter, most likely just grass,and a bit of raw steak? which is still leaking a tiny bit of blood. Setting the tray down, the being, made entirely of what appears to be a red candy of some sort, vanishes in a poof of smoke.
"Set him down, and he'll decide what he eats. None of it would be lethal to a life form like him, so it'd come down to personal preference." Minx says, smiling. She had started to like Jeffry. She found him oddly adorable. Minx also began to feel more comfortable around Illy, as she had come to the idea this girl knew not how to use her powers to the fullest, at least, not in a harmful way. Minx, if she had too, felt like she could kill the girl before she could do any harm, should it come to that. However, a familiar voice rang out, and Minx's eyes darted to the darkness.
"Long time, no see...Micheal?" Minx asks, peering into Micheal's mind for his name, an intrusion he could feel. Minx knew the tactician, only though Kevin, but she was wary of him. She felt Grima's power. It made her uneasy, and slightly envious. A dark force like that should be hers....
"Keep it together..." Minx grumbles, shaking her head. "So, why is it you're here?" Minx asks Micheal. "Is it to see Kevin? I didn't think anyone other th-....oh dear..." Minx starts, drawing to the conclusion that the Queen had sent him. This worried her, if there was Micheal, there may be more...and not all of them would know her.
I want to make a bad guy, so, here's a shot at it. Bringing in a character from a series I enjoy quite a bit...
Name: Martin Robinson, the robotics expert.
Appearance: Imagine a purple alien creature that's covered in fur. Like a sheep person. In a lab coat. With robotic implants. That's Martin.
Personality: Martin is....odd. He tends to yell at people when agitated slightly, kick things, or just sorta zone out while trying to think of what to do next. These moments of zoning out are his most dangerous, because what he might do next is completely random.
Abilities: Robotic Genius: Martin is immensely gifted when it comes to robotics, coming from a futuristic universe where cyborgs, and laser weaponry is common. As such, with a few components, Martin is able to cobble together amazing creations. Give him a scrap yard, and he'd be able to build nigh anything, save for the truly outlandish.
Robotic Implants: Martin has, and is able to create, robotic implants for himself. This has given him super human speed, strength and reaction time. Think double the human capacity.
Equipment: The entire space station 13, minus any of the crew, or the singularity powering it. This space station is the size of a large school, complete with kitchin, helm, robotics lab, genetics lab, xenobiology lab, which houses slimes, small creatures that have special properties depending on the slime, and more. This is the base station. If supplied with a powerful enough power source, it can fly, use automated security, and be a factory for Martin's robotic creations. Downsides, at the current, it's stuck in Switzerland, with no real way of powering up it's main functions...yet. Without the singularity, space station 13 is relatively tame.
Origin: Space Station 13: The game.
Theme Song: Turn down for Whattamu? The Pillar Hype Man theme.
@thewizardguy @Absolis
Name: Martin Robinson, the robotics expert.
Appearance: Imagine a purple alien creature that's covered in fur. Like a sheep person. In a lab coat. With robotic implants. That's Martin.
Personality: Martin is....odd. He tends to yell at people when agitated slightly, kick things, or just sorta zone out while trying to think of what to do next. These moments of zoning out are his most dangerous, because what he might do next is completely random.
Abilities: Robotic Genius: Martin is immensely gifted when it comes to robotics, coming from a futuristic universe where cyborgs, and laser weaponry is common. As such, with a few components, Martin is able to cobble together amazing creations. Give him a scrap yard, and he'd be able to build nigh anything, save for the truly outlandish.
Robotic Implants: Martin has, and is able to create, robotic implants for himself. This has given him super human speed, strength and reaction time. Think double the human capacity.
Equipment: The entire space station 13, minus any of the crew, or the singularity powering it. This space station is the size of a large school, complete with kitchin, helm, robotics lab, genetics lab, xenobiology lab, which houses slimes, small creatures that have special properties depending on the slime, and more. This is the base station. If supplied with a powerful enough power source, it can fly, use automated security, and be a factory for Martin's robotic creations. Downsides, at the current, it's stuck in Switzerland, with no real way of powering up it's main functions...yet. Without the singularity, space station 13 is relatively tame.
Origin: Space Station 13: The game.
Theme Song: Turn down for Whattamu? The Pillar Hype Man theme.
@thewizardguy @Absolis
((Post made in collaboration with Wizardguy.))
The hoverboat shot through the streets, guns blazing as they mowed down anyone within sight. The land crews would recruit those that remained to their cause, but the fast-moving weapons platform had a more military goal. They would break down all heavy defences, and prevent a large group of enemies from rallying together. As long as the inhabitants were scattered and isolated, they would be easy to conquer, but a combined effort could make this city suddenly a very hard nut to crack. In order to ensure this didn't occur, the hoverboat was tasked with capturing several important strategic locations, first of which was a large guntower located to the east of the city. As they arrived people were scrambling to get inside, and the dual laser gattling gun made short work of them. Instantly the doors opened, and a wide variety of men and women (and beings of indeterminable gender) rushed out, weapons at the ready, including a confused but unquestioning Arnold Schwarzenegger.
Last to step out was the mighty form of Fluffles, Destroyer of Worlds. A sleek steel frame covered in armoured ceramite plates made for a mighty war machine. One of it's hands contained a special trans-dimensional warp device, which was used to summon circular sawblades from the vast emptyness of the multiverse and launch them at enemies. Placed delicately on top of the 2-meter death machine was a small come constructed from bulletproof glass and hardened with diamond fibers. Within sat the true body of Fluffles, a small white kitten with a wide grin, as it fired a round of sawblades into a nearby giant slug monster. It's other hand moved to rip off the bumper plate of a car, which it used as a shield. It was tasked with guarding the hoverboat, which it did with pleasure.
"........Hello there." A voice would ring out, from under Fluffles' feet, as the face of Ozo would appear, rising out of the ground like it was water. No doubt, the giant squid esque creature may shock the fluffiest of destroyers, but what he did next would be really either annoying, or terrifying. Opening his mouth, he begins to devour the mech from the bottom, up, his huge tongue reaching out, and wrapping around the mech, aiming to slow it, and prevent the Kitten Katastrophy from using his weapons of doom to turn Ozo into sushi. The tongue, and the thick saliva both doing their part to slow the cuddly crusader of evil.
Looking down, Fluffles took a moment to realize that his weapon of world domination was being eaten by what appeared to be the bastard child of a squid and a giant frog. Yeowling, he pulled at the controls of his mech suit, as a large sawblade appeared on his right arm. The tongue kept it stuck to his body with surprising strength, but slowly the mech suit's superior pysical strength began to make a difference. With a ripping sound, the sawblade sliced through the thick tongue, as the mech moved to jump back. Unfortunately, with everything below the knees now stuck in the horrific squid-frog's mouth, this ended up sending Fluffles tumbling onto his back, covered in thick transparent goo.
"Curse you, frog-man! You will rue the day that you faced FLUFFELS! The DESTROYER OF WORLDS!!!" With this statement of magnificence, Fluffles began wildfiring sawblades in the general direction of his legs, unable to actually look down due to the bulky construction of his armoured body. "I'll hit you eventually! You hear me you fat bastard!" Meanwhile the blades tore through pretty much anything in the general vicinity, causing those who had previously been staring, dumbstruck by the absurdity of this fierce battle, to rapidly evacuate the scene.
Seeing the fluffiest of villains begin their counter attack, Ozo knew he had to move, or be turned into fugu. Biting down on the mech's ankles, which by now would of been reduced to little more than metalic goo by his stomach's digestive might, Ozo vanished into the floor once again. Somewhere, someone began to play the Jaws theme, as Fluffles no doubt knew the fish had moved by the splashing sound he had made, although one bit of his mustache was severed by a sawblade, some blood spurting from the wound. "Oi, you know how hard it is to grow that?" Ozo asks, from pretty much just under the floor, the weak barrier between there, and the great river allowing his voice to pass though.
"I'll grow your FACE OFF!" not the greatest of comebacks, perhaps, but at this point an unholy rage coursed through the tiny kitten's veins. Realizing that it's feet had been destroyed it fought it's way to it's feet, using it's left arm for balance as it aimed the sawblade canon towards the ground. "Eat THIS!" With a triumphant meow, Fluffles launched a barrage of sawblades into the ground, certain he was about to vanquish his foe.
Letting out a surprised yelp, Ozo darted around as sawblades rained down from above, his mobility in the water better than what it was on land, but not great enough to avoid all the blades, one cutting into his side, a nasty wound appearing...but this gave Ozo an idea. Taking his hat, he gently rubbed it on his wound, before sending it floating up, the bloodied hat appearing though the floor. While he expected the fluffy fool to gloat over his victory, Ozo used his tongue to grab one of the blades fired, holding it as he began to spin around, and around with it, building up momentum as he did. Soon, he launched the blade, aiming to cleave off the saw arm in a single surprise attack, eliminating his greatest fear, that of trying to eat the mech, and getting torn open from the inside by a saw.
As the bloodied hat appears on the floor, Flufflels loudly declared his victory. If it hadn't been for the current melt-y condition of his feet, he would have danced the dance of joy. However, his joy was short-lived, and in his triumph he had let down his guard. One of his own sawblades shot out from the ground, and slammed into his arm. He yelped, as the force of impact caused him to lose balance, the blade stuck in the transdimensional sawblade summoning device. Sparks of energy and crackles of electricity lit up the arm as Fluffles began screaming at the top of it's teeny tiny lungs. Sawblades shot out at incredible high speed, launching in every direction as the recoil sent the mech suit stumbling and falling. Brown and blue, rusty and diamond-edged, sawblades of all shapes, sizes and colours rained down on the small area, ripping through walls and the ground alike. Fluffles had, of course, completely lost control of the situation, and the sawblade-vortex was about to reach critical sawblade mass. In short, it was going to explode.
"Shit shit shit shit shit!" Ozo yelps, as once again, he had to dance the dance of death, with sawblades still raining down. He watched as the sawblade device was about to pull a chiaotzu, and explode. Knowing that if he kept this open for much longer, he risked being shredded like a guitar rift, so he for a moment shut his porta, covering his ears, the barrier between the river and the normal world still thin, but not thin enough to allow matter though anymore. The downside, Ozo could no longer see what was going on, only hear, and this left him blind to what would be left once he opened the portal again, but he figured this was better than sawblade nukes, so he went with this route.
With a loud bang, the device went off, sawblades launching themselves all over the place. The mech itself was shredded, although the sturdier armoured dome on top was able to survive the explosion. it was launched off of the Mech, and many annoyed cat sounds could be heard as it bounced off of the pavement. Slowly it clambered out of the device, a stray sawblade landing near it's feet, and it drew itself up to it's full (albeit unimpressive) height. "Hear this, Frog-Squid! I have a very specific skillset! And I will find you! And I WILL kill you!" With these words of everlasting vengenace, he activates a tiny jetpack, launching off into the sky as he cackles manically.
Opening the barrier once he had heard the words of his new nemesis, Ozo emerged, looking around at the carnage his fight had wrought. Ozo was impressed, shocked, and slighty disgusted, disgusted due to how the sawblades most likely caught a few other creatures in the crossfire, or at least, shredded the slug monster who Fluffles had killed before he arrived. Looking at his fluffy foe as he escaped, Ozo let out a hearty laugh, before cringing, the laugh irritating the wound on his side. "You today, tiny fluffy thing, have been bested by Ozo the Great! Protector of the weak! Punisher of evil!" The squid-frog declares, before looking at the mangled remains of the mech, before looking around to see if anyone else was near by. Seeing no one was, as the saw-nuke-splosion had scared them off, Ozo picks up the remains of the mech, and devours them, before letting out a loud, echoing belch that could be heard for miles around. "Ooh. The power source added a bit of spice...." Ozo says, before his skin shifts from orange, to a metalic grey, his eyes switching from pale white, to a dark red. Ozo's right hand shifts, turning into a sawblade launcher. Ozo had aquired a new form, Ozo 5000. "Huh...interesting." Ozo exclaims, before, for the fun of it, firing a sawblade, which bounces off of the guard tower, and into the wreckage of the boat, making it explode, again. "......I wanted to use that....." Ozo says, face palming with his left hand.
The hoverboat shot through the streets, guns blazing as they mowed down anyone within sight. The land crews would recruit those that remained to their cause, but the fast-moving weapons platform had a more military goal. They would break down all heavy defences, and prevent a large group of enemies from rallying together. As long as the inhabitants were scattered and isolated, they would be easy to conquer, but a combined effort could make this city suddenly a very hard nut to crack. In order to ensure this didn't occur, the hoverboat was tasked with capturing several important strategic locations, first of which was a large guntower located to the east of the city. As they arrived people were scrambling to get inside, and the dual laser gattling gun made short work of them. Instantly the doors opened, and a wide variety of men and women (and beings of indeterminable gender) rushed out, weapons at the ready, including a confused but unquestioning Arnold Schwarzenegger.
Last to step out was the mighty form of Fluffles, Destroyer of Worlds. A sleek steel frame covered in armoured ceramite plates made for a mighty war machine. One of it's hands contained a special trans-dimensional warp device, which was used to summon circular sawblades from the vast emptyness of the multiverse and launch them at enemies. Placed delicately on top of the 2-meter death machine was a small come constructed from bulletproof glass and hardened with diamond fibers. Within sat the true body of Fluffles, a small white kitten with a wide grin, as it fired a round of sawblades into a nearby giant slug monster. It's other hand moved to rip off the bumper plate of a car, which it used as a shield. It was tasked with guarding the hoverboat, which it did with pleasure.
"........Hello there." A voice would ring out, from under Fluffles' feet, as the face of Ozo would appear, rising out of the ground like it was water. No doubt, the giant squid esque creature may shock the fluffiest of destroyers, but what he did next would be really either annoying, or terrifying. Opening his mouth, he begins to devour the mech from the bottom, up, his huge tongue reaching out, and wrapping around the mech, aiming to slow it, and prevent the Kitten Katastrophy from using his weapons of doom to turn Ozo into sushi. The tongue, and the thick saliva both doing their part to slow the cuddly crusader of evil.
Looking down, Fluffles took a moment to realize that his weapon of world domination was being eaten by what appeared to be the bastard child of a squid and a giant frog. Yeowling, he pulled at the controls of his mech suit, as a large sawblade appeared on his right arm. The tongue kept it stuck to his body with surprising strength, but slowly the mech suit's superior pysical strength began to make a difference. With a ripping sound, the sawblade sliced through the thick tongue, as the mech moved to jump back. Unfortunately, with everything below the knees now stuck in the horrific squid-frog's mouth, this ended up sending Fluffles tumbling onto his back, covered in thick transparent goo.
"Curse you, frog-man! You will rue the day that you faced FLUFFELS! The DESTROYER OF WORLDS!!!" With this statement of magnificence, Fluffles began wildfiring sawblades in the general direction of his legs, unable to actually look down due to the bulky construction of his armoured body. "I'll hit you eventually! You hear me you fat bastard!" Meanwhile the blades tore through pretty much anything in the general vicinity, causing those who had previously been staring, dumbstruck by the absurdity of this fierce battle, to rapidly evacuate the scene.
Seeing the fluffiest of villains begin their counter attack, Ozo knew he had to move, or be turned into fugu. Biting down on the mech's ankles, which by now would of been reduced to little more than metalic goo by his stomach's digestive might, Ozo vanished into the floor once again. Somewhere, someone began to play the Jaws theme, as Fluffles no doubt knew the fish had moved by the splashing sound he had made, although one bit of his mustache was severed by a sawblade, some blood spurting from the wound. "Oi, you know how hard it is to grow that?" Ozo asks, from pretty much just under the floor, the weak barrier between there, and the great river allowing his voice to pass though.
"I'll grow your FACE OFF!" not the greatest of comebacks, perhaps, but at this point an unholy rage coursed through the tiny kitten's veins. Realizing that it's feet had been destroyed it fought it's way to it's feet, using it's left arm for balance as it aimed the sawblade canon towards the ground. "Eat THIS!" With a triumphant meow, Fluffles launched a barrage of sawblades into the ground, certain he was about to vanquish his foe.
Letting out a surprised yelp, Ozo darted around as sawblades rained down from above, his mobility in the water better than what it was on land, but not great enough to avoid all the blades, one cutting into his side, a nasty wound appearing...but this gave Ozo an idea. Taking his hat, he gently rubbed it on his wound, before sending it floating up, the bloodied hat appearing though the floor. While he expected the fluffy fool to gloat over his victory, Ozo used his tongue to grab one of the blades fired, holding it as he began to spin around, and around with it, building up momentum as he did. Soon, he launched the blade, aiming to cleave off the saw arm in a single surprise attack, eliminating his greatest fear, that of trying to eat the mech, and getting torn open from the inside by a saw.
As the bloodied hat appears on the floor, Flufflels loudly declared his victory. If it hadn't been for the current melt-y condition of his feet, he would have danced the dance of joy. However, his joy was short-lived, and in his triumph he had let down his guard. One of his own sawblades shot out from the ground, and slammed into his arm. He yelped, as the force of impact caused him to lose balance, the blade stuck in the transdimensional sawblade summoning device. Sparks of energy and crackles of electricity lit up the arm as Fluffles began screaming at the top of it's teeny tiny lungs. Sawblades shot out at incredible high speed, launching in every direction as the recoil sent the mech suit stumbling and falling. Brown and blue, rusty and diamond-edged, sawblades of all shapes, sizes and colours rained down on the small area, ripping through walls and the ground alike. Fluffles had, of course, completely lost control of the situation, and the sawblade-vortex was about to reach critical sawblade mass. In short, it was going to explode.
"Shit shit shit shit shit!" Ozo yelps, as once again, he had to dance the dance of death, with sawblades still raining down. He watched as the sawblade device was about to pull a chiaotzu, and explode. Knowing that if he kept this open for much longer, he risked being shredded like a guitar rift, so he for a moment shut his porta, covering his ears, the barrier between the river and the normal world still thin, but not thin enough to allow matter though anymore. The downside, Ozo could no longer see what was going on, only hear, and this left him blind to what would be left once he opened the portal again, but he figured this was better than sawblade nukes, so he went with this route.
With a loud bang, the device went off, sawblades launching themselves all over the place. The mech itself was shredded, although the sturdier armoured dome on top was able to survive the explosion. it was launched off of the Mech, and many annoyed cat sounds could be heard as it bounced off of the pavement. Slowly it clambered out of the device, a stray sawblade landing near it's feet, and it drew itself up to it's full (albeit unimpressive) height. "Hear this, Frog-Squid! I have a very specific skillset! And I will find you! And I WILL kill you!" With these words of everlasting vengenace, he activates a tiny jetpack, launching off into the sky as he cackles manically.
Opening the barrier once he had heard the words of his new nemesis, Ozo emerged, looking around at the carnage his fight had wrought. Ozo was impressed, shocked, and slighty disgusted, disgusted due to how the sawblades most likely caught a few other creatures in the crossfire, or at least, shredded the slug monster who Fluffles had killed before he arrived. Looking at his fluffy foe as he escaped, Ozo let out a hearty laugh, before cringing, the laugh irritating the wound on his side. "You today, tiny fluffy thing, have been bested by Ozo the Great! Protector of the weak! Punisher of evil!" The squid-frog declares, before looking at the mangled remains of the mech, before looking around to see if anyone else was near by. Seeing no one was, as the saw-nuke-splosion had scared them off, Ozo picks up the remains of the mech, and devours them, before letting out a loud, echoing belch that could be heard for miles around. "Ooh. The power source added a bit of spice...." Ozo says, before his skin shifts from orange, to a metalic grey, his eyes switching from pale white, to a dark red. Ozo's right hand shifts, turning into a sawblade launcher. Ozo had aquired a new form, Ozo 5000. "Huh...interesting." Ozo exclaims, before, for the fun of it, firing a sawblade, which bounces off of the guard tower, and into the wreckage of the boat, making it explode, again. "......I wanted to use that....." Ozo says, face palming with his left hand.
Name: Ozo, the Great.
Appearance:
Personality: A kind soul, Ozo looks out for the weak, and punishes those that use their strength to harm others, or force them to do that they wish not to do, within reason. He would not punish someone for punishing a criminal, but a king waging wars for more lands, good reasoning or not, may face his wrath...but he's not a blind fellow. He does like to listen to reason, and is partially trusting. As such, some may see him as gullible...but they themselves may be the ones tricked, as Ozo is cunning, as well as deceptive.
Abilities: Lick: Using their huge tongue, Ozo licks a foe, slapping them. Their tongue has regenerative properties, so if damaged, will rapidly regenerate. If stuck with the full force, a being's reaction speed would be decreased, as their tongue is coated in a thick layer of saliva. Of course, many powerful beings will find this a non-issue, but physically human, or weaker, entities will feel like they were moving in a huge bowl of syrup rather than air. This isn't that damaging however, as the blunt force is minimal, and would just knock over slightly meta humans, and nothing stronger, with minimal bruising. The force is subject to change if they become stronger though training, or magic. If a being is weak, and unable to escape it, Ozo can, like a frog, pull a target into their mouth, with their tongue. He can also use his tongue as a grappling hook, if need be, it strong enough to support him, plus one being weighing less than 500 pounds.
Water Breathing: He can breath underwater, via magical means. Anti-magic doesn't disable it, unless its excessive amounts of it.
Consume: The most commonly used ability. Ozo has the power to digest almost anything, being able to eat things such as lasers, and magic. For example, if someone shot a laser rifle at them, Ozo could open his mouth, and consume the shot, it dealing pretty much no damage to them. The interior of his stomach is coated in runes that break down, and allow him to absorb his food, a magical form of normal digestion. This normally seems to turn whatever is eaten into goo that slowly is absorbed though the stomach lining. If this goo escapes from his stomach, it will slowly reform whatever it used to be, meaning that if a being escapes his stomach, no harm is done to them. However, if one fails to fully leave the stomach, for example, leaving a melted limb behind, that limb is lost.
Also, if he eats an energy attack, or a power source of almost any kind, he will react like how Natsu from Fairy Tale reacts to eating fire. Refueled, and ready to go.
Another aspect to this, is that after absorbing something, depending on the object, or energy, grants Ozo more power, or general energy. For example, him eating the mage would grant him the ability to cast the types of magic that the person could, him entering a kirby like "Form" of that person. Once having consumed that person, he can call upon their form at any time, if given a few moments to do so. The more of a type of fighter he eats, the stronger that form gets. For example, him eating a few space marines would make him able to take on the average space marine mook with ease. He must consume enough to make up a full person to gain a form. So, he'd need to eat a lot of arms of space marines to get a space marine form, but he could.
River King: A signature ability, Ozo has the rare power to transport him, and someone else, to almost anywhere on a planet. Seemingly vanishing into the ground, Ozo swims though a place known as the Great River, his home dimension where his people come from, that is connected to most anywhere. He can transport one other person with him. He normally uses this power to trick evil doers into places where he can eat them without their fellows interrupting him. This ability is blocked by other things that block teleportation.
Equipment: With him, he carries pans, and pots in a backpack, along with a bunch of spices. General cooking supplies, which does involve some normal iron forks, and knives.
Origin: "Eat or be eaten. That is how my world works...But I've been known to swim against the currents. One day, it won't be like that. Not anymore."
Ozo, the Great, is a traveling Catari, a race found in the Great River, a universe made of almost entirely water, save for a exceptionally small earthen core at its center. Here, the biggest fish is king, and all others are its food, even its kin. It's a fish eat fish world, but Ozo resented this. Deep inside, he felt as if it was wrong, and defied the normal way of things. This nearly got him killed, and forced him from his home. Now, a nomad, he travels the worlds, popping in and out of the great river as needed, seeking out evil to dine upon. Some call him a king. Some call him a demon. The water forgets the named of the drowned...but Ozo keeps track.
Theme Song: Fall Out Boy - Centuries
Appearance:
Personality: A kind soul, Ozo looks out for the weak, and punishes those that use their strength to harm others, or force them to do that they wish not to do, within reason. He would not punish someone for punishing a criminal, but a king waging wars for more lands, good reasoning or not, may face his wrath...but he's not a blind fellow. He does like to listen to reason, and is partially trusting. As such, some may see him as gullible...but they themselves may be the ones tricked, as Ozo is cunning, as well as deceptive.
Abilities: Lick: Using their huge tongue, Ozo licks a foe, slapping them. Their tongue has regenerative properties, so if damaged, will rapidly regenerate. If stuck with the full force, a being's reaction speed would be decreased, as their tongue is coated in a thick layer of saliva. Of course, many powerful beings will find this a non-issue, but physically human, or weaker, entities will feel like they were moving in a huge bowl of syrup rather than air. This isn't that damaging however, as the blunt force is minimal, and would just knock over slightly meta humans, and nothing stronger, with minimal bruising. The force is subject to change if they become stronger though training, or magic. If a being is weak, and unable to escape it, Ozo can, like a frog, pull a target into their mouth, with their tongue. He can also use his tongue as a grappling hook, if need be, it strong enough to support him, plus one being weighing less than 500 pounds.
Water Breathing: He can breath underwater, via magical means. Anti-magic doesn't disable it, unless its excessive amounts of it.
Consume: The most commonly used ability. Ozo has the power to digest almost anything, being able to eat things such as lasers, and magic. For example, if someone shot a laser rifle at them, Ozo could open his mouth, and consume the shot, it dealing pretty much no damage to them. The interior of his stomach is coated in runes that break down, and allow him to absorb his food, a magical form of normal digestion. This normally seems to turn whatever is eaten into goo that slowly is absorbed though the stomach lining. If this goo escapes from his stomach, it will slowly reform whatever it used to be, meaning that if a being escapes his stomach, no harm is done to them. However, if one fails to fully leave the stomach, for example, leaving a melted limb behind, that limb is lost.
Also, if he eats an energy attack, or a power source of almost any kind, he will react like how Natsu from Fairy Tale reacts to eating fire. Refueled, and ready to go.
Another aspect to this, is that after absorbing something, depending on the object, or energy, grants Ozo more power, or general energy. For example, him eating the mage would grant him the ability to cast the types of magic that the person could, him entering a kirby like "Form" of that person. Once having consumed that person, he can call upon their form at any time, if given a few moments to do so. The more of a type of fighter he eats, the stronger that form gets. For example, him eating a few space marines would make him able to take on the average space marine mook with ease. He must consume enough to make up a full person to gain a form. So, he'd need to eat a lot of arms of space marines to get a space marine form, but he could.
River King: A signature ability, Ozo has the rare power to transport him, and someone else, to almost anywhere on a planet. Seemingly vanishing into the ground, Ozo swims though a place known as the Great River, his home dimension where his people come from, that is connected to most anywhere. He can transport one other person with him. He normally uses this power to trick evil doers into places where he can eat them without their fellows interrupting him. This ability is blocked by other things that block teleportation.
Equipment: With him, he carries pans, and pots in a backpack, along with a bunch of spices. General cooking supplies, which does involve some normal iron forks, and knives.
Origin: "Eat or be eaten. That is how my world works...But I've been known to swim against the currents. One day, it won't be like that. Not anymore."
Ozo, the Great, is a traveling Catari, a race found in the Great River, a universe made of almost entirely water, save for a exceptionally small earthen core at its center. Here, the biggest fish is king, and all others are its food, even its kin. It's a fish eat fish world, but Ozo resented this. Deep inside, he felt as if it was wrong, and defied the normal way of things. This nearly got him killed, and forced him from his home. Now, a nomad, he travels the worlds, popping in and out of the great river as needed, seeking out evil to dine upon. Some call him a king. Some call him a demon. The water forgets the named of the drowned...but Ozo keeps track.
Theme Song: Fall Out Boy - Centuries
Name: Ozo, the Great.
Appearance:
Personality: A kind soul, Ozo looks out for the weak, and punishes those that use their strength to harm others, or force them to do that they wish not to do, within reason. He would not punish someone for punishing a criminal, but a king waging wars for more lands, good reasoning or not, may face his wrath...but he's not a blind fellow. He does like to listen to reason, and is partially trusting. As such, some may see him as gullible...but they themselves may be the ones tricked, as Ozo is cunning, as well as deceptive.
Abilities: Lick: Using their huge tongue, Ozo licks a foe, slapping them. Their tongue has regenerative properties, so if damaged, will rapidly regenerate. If stuck with the full force, a being's reaction speed would be decreased, as their tongue is coated in a thick layer of saliva. Of course, many powerful beings will find this a non-issue, but physically human, or weaker, entities will feel like they were moving in a huge bowl of syrup rather than air. This isn't that damaging however, as the blunt force is minimal, and would just knock over slightly meta humans, and nothing stronger, with minimal bruising. The force is subject to change if they become stronger though training, or magic. If a being is weak, and unable to escape it, Ozo can, like a frog, pull a target into their mouth, with their tongue. He can also use his tongue as a grappling hook, if need be, it strong enough to support him, plus one being weighing less than 500 pounds.
Water Breathing: He can breath underwater, via magical means. Anti-magic doesn't disable it, unless its excessive amounts of it.
Consume: The most commonly used ability. Ozo has the power to digest almost anything, being able to eat things such as lasers, and magic. For example, if someone shot a laser rifle at them, Ozo could open his mouth, and consume the shot, it dealing pretty much no damage to them. The interior of his stomach is coated in runes that break down, and allow him to absorb his food, a magical form of normal digestion. This normally seems to turn whatever is eaten into goo that slowly is absorbed though the stomach lining. If this goo escapes from his stomach, it will slowly reform whatever it used to be, meaning that if a being escapes his stomach, no harm is done to them. However, if one fails to fully leave the stomach, for example, leaving a melted limb behind, that limb is lost.
Also, if he eats an energy attack, or a power source of almost any kind, he will react like how Natsu from Fairy Tale reacts to eating fire. Refueled, and ready to go.
Another aspect to this, is that after absorbing something, depending on the object, or energy, grants Ozo more power, or general energy. For example, him eating the mage would grant him the ability to cast the types of magic that the person could, him entering a kirby like "Form" of that person. Once having consumed that person, he can call upon their form at any time, if given a few moments to do so. The more of a type of fighter he eats, the stronger that form gets. For example, him eating a few space marines would make him able to take on the average space marine mook with ease. He must consume enough to make up a full person to gain a form. So, he'd need to eat a lot of arms of space marines to get a space marine form, but he could.
River King: A signature ability, Ozo has the rare power to transport him, and someone else, to almost anywhere on a planet. Seemingly vanishing into the ground, Ozo swims though a place known as the Great River, his home dimension where his people come from, that is connected to most anywhere. He can transport one other person with him. He normally uses this power to trick evil doers into places where he can eat them without their fellows interrupting him. This ability is blocked by other things that block teleportation.
Equipment: With him, he carries pans, and pots in a backpack, along with a bunch of spices. General cooking supplies, which does involve some normal iron forks, and knives.
Origin: "Eat or be eaten. That is how my world works...But I've been known to swim against the currents. One day, it won't be like that. Not anymore."
Ozo, the Great, is a traveling Catari, a race found in the Great River, a universe made of almost entirely water, save for a exceptionally small earthen core at its center. Here, the biggest fish is king, and all others are its food, even its kin. It's a fish eat fish world, but Ozo resented this. Deep inside, he felt as if it was wrong, and defied the normal way of things. This nearly got him killed, and forced him from his home. Now, a nomad, he travels the worlds, popping in and out of the great river as needed, seeking out evil to dine upon. Some call him a king. Some call him a demon. The water forgets the named of the drowned...but Ozo keeps track.
Theme Song: Fall Out Boy - Centuries
Appearance:
Personality: A kind soul, Ozo looks out for the weak, and punishes those that use their strength to harm others, or force them to do that they wish not to do, within reason. He would not punish someone for punishing a criminal, but a king waging wars for more lands, good reasoning or not, may face his wrath...but he's not a blind fellow. He does like to listen to reason, and is partially trusting. As such, some may see him as gullible...but they themselves may be the ones tricked, as Ozo is cunning, as well as deceptive.
Abilities: Lick: Using their huge tongue, Ozo licks a foe, slapping them. Their tongue has regenerative properties, so if damaged, will rapidly regenerate. If stuck with the full force, a being's reaction speed would be decreased, as their tongue is coated in a thick layer of saliva. Of course, many powerful beings will find this a non-issue, but physically human, or weaker, entities will feel like they were moving in a huge bowl of syrup rather than air. This isn't that damaging however, as the blunt force is minimal, and would just knock over slightly meta humans, and nothing stronger, with minimal bruising. The force is subject to change if they become stronger though training, or magic. If a being is weak, and unable to escape it, Ozo can, like a frog, pull a target into their mouth, with their tongue. He can also use his tongue as a grappling hook, if need be, it strong enough to support him, plus one being weighing less than 500 pounds.
Water Breathing: He can breath underwater, via magical means. Anti-magic doesn't disable it, unless its excessive amounts of it.
Consume: The most commonly used ability. Ozo has the power to digest almost anything, being able to eat things such as lasers, and magic. For example, if someone shot a laser rifle at them, Ozo could open his mouth, and consume the shot, it dealing pretty much no damage to them. The interior of his stomach is coated in runes that break down, and allow him to absorb his food, a magical form of normal digestion. This normally seems to turn whatever is eaten into goo that slowly is absorbed though the stomach lining. If this goo escapes from his stomach, it will slowly reform whatever it used to be, meaning that if a being escapes his stomach, no harm is done to them. However, if one fails to fully leave the stomach, for example, leaving a melted limb behind, that limb is lost.
Also, if he eats an energy attack, or a power source of almost any kind, he will react like how Natsu from Fairy Tale reacts to eating fire. Refueled, and ready to go.
Another aspect to this, is that after absorbing something, depending on the object, or energy, grants Ozo more power, or general energy. For example, him eating the mage would grant him the ability to cast the types of magic that the person could, him entering a kirby like "Form" of that person. Once having consumed that person, he can call upon their form at any time, if given a few moments to do so. The more of a type of fighter he eats, the stronger that form gets. For example, him eating a few space marines would make him able to take on the average space marine mook with ease. He must consume enough to make up a full person to gain a form. So, he'd need to eat a lot of arms of space marines to get a space marine form, but he could.
River King: A signature ability, Ozo has the rare power to transport him, and someone else, to almost anywhere on a planet. Seemingly vanishing into the ground, Ozo swims though a place known as the Great River, his home dimension where his people come from, that is connected to most anywhere. He can transport one other person with him. He normally uses this power to trick evil doers into places where he can eat them without their fellows interrupting him. This ability is blocked by other things that block teleportation.
Equipment: With him, he carries pans, and pots in a backpack, along with a bunch of spices. General cooking supplies, which does involve some normal iron forks, and knives.
Origin: "Eat or be eaten. That is how my world works...But I've been known to swim against the currents. One day, it won't be like that. Not anymore."
Ozo, the Great, is a traveling Catari, a race found in the Great River, a universe made of almost entirely water, save for a exceptionally small earthen core at its center. Here, the biggest fish is king, and all others are its food, even its kin. It's a fish eat fish world, but Ozo resented this. Deep inside, he felt as if it was wrong, and defied the normal way of things. This nearly got him killed, and forced him from his home. Now, a nomad, he travels the worlds, popping in and out of the great river as needed, seeking out evil to dine upon. Some call him a king. Some call him a demon. The water forgets the named of the drowned...but Ozo keeps track.
Theme Song: Fall Out Boy - Centuries
Err, people. I set up the next part of the story. Wraith, Matt, Teo, and Ven need to post.
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