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Alpha Broken Part 2 Sage woke up in hell. He and the monster ricocheted through vast dimensions various when suddenly they came to stop within a state of existence foreign. His physical eyes were useless, they saw only darkness, but in his magical third eye, Sage was able to perceive wonders and nightmares. The beast which had knocked him into this strange universe was absent from the set of things that Sage could see. He was deep in the Arcanus Obliques where even Zephandi dared not explore. Sage floated and waded equally through a viscous, invisible medium that clung to his clothing as he went. Around him, geometries passed more alien than anything heâ€™d seen before. The current of the dimension pushed sage through an approximation of a building which had moments before been spinning through the air above him. Sage swirled into the building and found himself staring through a wall or ceiling at a speck out on the horizon. As he and the house flowed forward he recognized the spot as the house he was currently in. The door of the house outside opened and accepted its doppelganger in. As Sage struggled to comprehend the nature of the world he was in, a great red eye appeared before him, followed by another immediately adjacent. The rest of a face faded into view followed by a body as before Sage slowly coalesced the visage of the one whoâ€™d brought him to this plane. A high pitched voice reverberated from inside Sageâ€™s skull. â€œIâ€™ve found you,â€ it squealed with delight over and over again. â€œIâ€™ve found you.â€ --- William Fairweather woke up in hell. His ribs, lungs, shoulders were on fire in addition to his cloudy head and throbbing joints all over. He was in a hospital bed for the first time in his life. There was TV in the corner that was off. He wrinkled his nose to the pervasive aroma off disinfectant and sterilized metal. It was a sunny day but a tree growing outside the hospital cast a shadow over most of the room. CC was sitting in the bedside chair next to him, wearing a button down shirt and slacks. Will couldnâ€™t help but grin at the sight of his best friend. He coughed a little before speaking through a dry throat which hadnâ€™t seen water in days. â€œD-Did we win?â€ â€œI was hoping you wouldnâ€™t ask that.â€ CC responded handing Will a half-empty bottle of water. Willâ€™s smile slid off his face. â€œIf itâ€™s still out there, we have to do something!â€ He sat up in bed quickly. CC jumped out of his seat and reached out to stop his friendsâ€™ saline IV from falling over. Will winced as his insides objecting to being roused so quickly. He fell back to the bed holding back pained moans. â€œHeâ€™s not out there anymore.â€ CC explained. â€œHe took out Sage and Spectrum before we were able to get rid of him though. So I sure as hell wonâ€™t say we won.â€ CC stood up, walked over to the television and turned it to the news. Miss March stood in front of a podium, microphones thrust into her face. She took a deep breath and began her speech. â€œItâ€™s been three days since the tragic events that-â€ â€œTHREE DAYS!?â€ Will shouted. --- Miss March had woken up in hell. Scenes of Sageâ€™s sacrifice had plastered every major news outlet for the last half a weekend. The loss of two of her teammates and the hospitalization of a third had taken more than a toll on her mental state and having to rewatch a part of it every time she turned on the television to relax didnâ€™t do anything to help. Sheâ€™d taken to spending her nights alone in her room with an old radio, broadcasting her voice across as many different unoccupied frequencies as she could and then sitting quietly waiting for a response. She hadnâ€™t found one yet and the press conference was tomorrow. Normally in times of such stress, she would go talk to Luther Blackfeather, but he hadnâ€™t spoken to anyone in the last three days. Miss March stood at the podium, unready to answer any questions. A crowd was gathered in front of the small stage that had been assembled for the press conference. Allison stood next to her mother, holding her hand for comfort. Miss March leaned into the microphone and held her voice strong as she said, â€œItâ€™s been three days since the tragic events that rocked Khazan to its very core. Iâ€™ve previously said all I have to say on the issue. Now, Iâ€™ll be taking questions.â€ The crowd began to clamor and shout, all trying to be heard above one another. Miss March desperately wished she had Trevor Cale on hand to handle the public, but thatâ€™s not a luxury that the head of the Alpha Sentinel gets. She pointed at a reporter in a gray golf cap. The crowd quieted and the question fired out. â€œWhy wasnâ€™t there a quicker response? An acre of Khazan City burned down before the Alpha Sentinels got there.â€ Miss March sighed. Her hands balled into fists. She silently counted to ten in her head before she responded, fighting hard to stop her voice from cracking and her eyes from releasing tears. â€œWe got there as fast as we could and did the best job we could do. Next question please.â€ The dam was breaking. Miss March could feel her emotions pouring forth but she had to keep them bottled up inside. She pointed at a woman in the crowd with far too much makeup on. She didnâ€™t even hear the beginning of the question because she was trying too hard to keep herself under control. The last word broke her concentration. â€œâ€¦safe?â€ She felt her daughters hand squeeze hers a little tighter and she knew she was in for it. Still, Miss March summoned up all her resolve and asked for it again. â€œIâ€™m sorry, could you repeat that.â€ â€œAre the citizens of Khazan safe?â€ repeated the reporter. Miss March stood stunned. She wasnâ€™t counting or taking deep breaths of doing anything to manage her anger. â€œWhat kind of question is that?â€ she blurted out. Allison gasped next to her; Miss March didnâ€™t let it dissuade her. â€œAre you safe? Yes? No? Does it matter what I say? I canâ€™t predict the future so I honestly donâ€™t know whether youâ€™re safe. Iâ€™m going to keep doing my job and so are the rest of the Sentinels. So Iâ€™m going to answer your question with a question, do you trust the sentinels?â€ The question hung over the crowd. Everyone was shocked into silence. Miss March realized after a time that she had forgotten to ask for another question, but she figured they would start talking again eventually. Time passed. Enough time that it started to feel strange that no one was talking. Miss March stood waiting for a crowd that stood waiting for her. â€œThis has been a very taxing experience for me.â€ Miss March said out loud. â€œFollowing the loss of two of my teammates, Iâ€™ve been rather emotionally â€¦ affected.â€ The crowd murmured appreciatively. There was much nodding. â€œNext question, please.â€ The rest of the questions were more easily answered even though each of them stung like nettles to hear for the first time. The rest of the press conference didnâ€™t matter though. The reporters had their headlines already. â€œIrene Ryan Unfit To Lead The Alpha Sentinels?â€ --- Caitlin Brooks woke up in a twisted sort of heaven. She had exactly what sheâ€™d wanted for years and found she didnâ€™t want it anymore.
Model_O Enter your Set-Up for the match here. This is your post - it belongs to you - and you may use the EDIT function at any time in the future to update this post. Friday the 31st! Location: The Woods of Crystal Lake/A small Cabin as well. Jason's weapons Michaels Weapons Long Range: Spear Long Range: Scythe Short Range: Tent Spike Short Range: Garden Claw Signature: Machete Signature: Kitchen Knife Wild Card Weapon:Speargun Wild Card Weapon: Car Jason is undead, Michael has the cult of thorn (First sequel continuity) both are seemingly impervious to harm, but who will win? We open with 4 teens driving fast down the Highway, they seem frantic and scared, as if they are trying to get away from someone. Boy: Shit, did we lose him? Girl: I think so! Boy 2: Who the hell was that? Girl 2: I dont know! but he didn't like us going into his house at all. The teens pull over at the side of the road, the gas meter reads Empty, luckily there is a Gas Can in the trunk. The first boy goes to get it, he starts refilling the tank. Suddenly, he sees a car in the distance, It's a police car. He feels safe for a second, but as it get's closer it doesn't slow down, infact it starts to turn for them! Boy: GET OUT OF THE CAR! The 3 other kids try to get out of the car, but the second boy doesn't make it on time and the car gets smashed as he has one foot out, he ragdolls into the dirt road. Boy: ERIC! The 3 run to go help him, they reach him. He is alive, but injured. Eric: Just leave me, I'll slow you guys down too much. The 3 leave him behind as Michael is shown exiting his car, Michael starts to follow the 3, but the Eric distracts him. Eric: Hey asshole! Michael turns back. Eric: Yeah thats right asshole! Eric tries to sit up, Micheal reaches him, and pulls a garden claw out, he then smashes it into Eric's head, killing him instantly, Micheal stares at the forest, before walking past a sign that reads "Welcome to Camp Forest Green" We see the kids running through the woods, they come across a cabin. Boy: Hey, a cabin! Maybe they can help us out! The teens run into the cabin! They open it up, there is rotting food and a foul smell, which they take note of. They open up a room, it is piled high with bodies. Girl 1: Oh my god! Suddenly, from beneath the floor Jason bursts out, girl one and boy one run away, but girl 2 is in shock, Jason decapitates her with the machete in his hands. Girl 1: SASHAAAA! The surviving teens run away, out of the cabin, but at the door is micheal, who drives his tomahawk into the first girls face, the remaining boy is caught between the two. Jason grabs him from behind and rams a tent spike into his neck, and the two killers meet face to face. both tilt their heads to the side, then Micheal pulls out his kitchen knife, Jason pulls out his Machete. They charge at eachother and scene!
Wrath of the Pixies Catatonia Excerpt The Alphas were already on the scene and it was rare that they ever called in for back up. So when I got the call, I moved without delay, leaping across the cityscape to the disturbance. The streets were already cleared. The red diodes floated about as a warning for all who saw. Then the roar pierced through the sound of the burning, followed by a solid crash. I leapt over another street and set my eyes on the disturbance. It stood a story high, swatting at a silver flash that zipped around its head. I leaped at the creature, its attention solely on Steel Will, and plunged my fist into his scaled skin. The flesh cringed under my metal fist. I pounded harder and harder, before the creatures large clawed hands came down on me. Almost immediately I could feel my strength wane. My muscles strained as I pushed against the beastâ€™s claws, but I could feel my arms losing their definition. The claws closed on me and I could feel myself flying through the air until I finally crashed into a storefront. My metallic skin fell briefly as I gasped for a sustaining breath. I focused to return it. As I looked up, I could see Will now in the creatureâ€™s clutches. He was too being drained, and this wasnâ€™t the first time he had fell into the monsters claws. I pushed myself to rise and I leaped toward the creature once more. He swiped at me but acrobatically I avoided the strike and landed upon the creatures face, placing both feet into its eye. It stumbled back as I landed on the ground and, after only regaining my balance, once again did I leap to strike at his knees. The creature, however, recovered quickly, reeling back from my previous attack and clapped both of its claws upon me. I thrashed against his palms, but my energy was leaving even quicker than before. He threw me into the air and I flailed helpless before he swatted me like a fly through the air. I could hear my name being screamed as I crashed into pavement. My eyes flickered as a few flashes went through the sky above.
Since both Jesus and OMFG have decided to suspend their Yugioh RP's , I have decided to pop this little tournament up for the little cool down period of this. I msy or may not choose to make this an actual RP if you think it should be an RP post your thoughts down below. The Tournament will be seperated into rounds, each rounds will contain different themes to it so you won't have to give me a decklist until late into the game. So if you have any thoughts or suggestions for this please feel free to post your opinion.