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Cyber war (open to all)
#1
ss_kullkoth
Posted 06 February 2010 - 01:32
Simple rules no god modeing and have fun time to create your own story.
Kullkoth was bloodied and sore, kneeling by the dead sweat poured from his face. So many of his brother mutants dead, or dieing on the field. A terrible fate, Kullkoth brought his knife up and quickly ended the suffering mutants while extending the pain of any near by purists. Kullkoth had the look of sorrow and hatred on his face and it intensified with every passing minute.
#2
Posted 07 February 2010 - 00:42
#3
Posted 07 February 2010 - 01:30
#4
ss_cyclerider
Posted 07 February 2010 - 06:19
#5
Posted 07 February 2010 - 07:15
Acidic walks out of the eastern orchard, completely unaware a battle had been raging in this place. Acidic surveys the scene. Acidic is enraged. Acidic is very hungry and some stupid mutant and robot wannabes have obliterated her favorite hook toad fry joint. Acidic turns to the closest tree and snatches and apple. Acidic takes a bite and contemplates what degree of wrath to unleash on this lawless group of desert waste.
Acidic emerges from the orchard once more. Completely baffled as to why the hapless twits have come to this. With all the insane creatures canvasing the planet a war with each other seems points. She decides it is time to get settle this matter. She closes her eyes. When they open she emerges in Taulin City and heads directly to the Taulin Market. Upset to find they have run out of Red Bull, she picks up a couple intensifiers. Next she heads to the ROTTK headquarters, but gets sidetracked when something sparkley catches her eye in Kilick's Boutique. She wanders into the boutique and picks up some cat ears and roller skates. After a while she remembers the task at hand and heads to the ROTTK headquarters once more.
She arrives at the top secret headquarters located behind the Taulin Black Market and raps three times pauses kicks the bottom of the door. A slot opens and the unmistakeable eyes of Shaelia stare back at her. Shaelia calls out "Password and Rank".
Acidic responds with.... "what?! Password? Have you been drinking again Shay?"
The eye abruptly disappear followed by a loud thud and then a eruption of giggling. The door opens and Bagavond holding the door knob in one had and a pitch of margaritas in the other. The day of horrific sites has not ended it would seem as Acidic covers her eyes agasp at the site of Bagavond clad only in *EDITED* and riding what appears to be a makeshift horse stick toy comprised of Acidic's Alahzen staff and a bunch of orange hair.
Acidic tells Bagavond to assemble the troops there is work to do. Bagavond says **burp** Yes'm and rides off down the halls. Acidic walks to her office and fortunately spot Dylune, Centurion and Badlands playing a game on the Intaulinet. Typical nerd stuff, they are wasting the day away on some game about some sword that fell out of the sky or something. The three jump to attention. Finally some good help! assemble the troops! We have work to do. They scurry off quick as can be.
Acidic enter her personal shower and begins to sud up her hair. She grabs a bar of soap and slowly *EDITED*.
She exits the shower and puts on her new Troxler outfit. She heads out of her office and down to the war room. As to be expected the orgy has already begun. "WTF? Without me? alright, tonight we celebrate tomorrow we battle"
*EDITED*
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To arms Acidic cries as she mounts her Ash Venaxadon and traverses back to the battlefield to unbury cyclerider and turn the tide of this battle to the winning side. Her side.
#6
Posted 07 February 2010 - 16:49
Almost a year ago, he met Lyzander, another weird fellow who claimed to know the location of the Evil-reborn cyborg, Sharona Rei. When Dylune thought "That can't be...", he heard Lyzander's reply in his mind, although no words came out from his mouth: "Follow me and you shall see for yourself". That was when Dylune came to ROTTK and ever since, instead of attending wounded companions that came from battle, he was in the front ranks, fighting everything: from toads that jumped into Acidic's garden to some shadows called Echos which were threatening a capital Starship so huge, that Dylune got lost in it several months.
'Lemme fetch the Tequila first' - came Dylune's reply to the War Room meeting. - 'I just hope this has nothing to do with Boromier sneaking into the fridge again....'
Fetching his Pharaoh-looking armor and big green hammer, plus serving a couple tequila shots on a tray, Dylune began his slow procession to the War Room.
:arrow: TO BE CONTINUED....
#7
ss_cyclerider
Posted 09 February 2010 - 05:21
Looking around at the scene before him, Cyclerider is horrified at the sight. He cannot believe that his own brothers and sisters, which have survived the apocalypse, have decided to turn on eachother. He springs into action, taking out his knife he decides to gouge out the eyes out of the nearest soldier, moving to the purist he cuts skull open, the dull thwack bring back painfull memories of lesser days. Carefully placing the brain into a jar, he drops the eyes on top. Scanning the area, he moves about until he finds what he is looking for, a cyborg. Making his way forward, a noise catches his attention, he decides to throw the lifeless bodies on top of himself in hope that he will not be discovered, before he completes his work.
As the noise fades he waits afew extra minutes to make sure, slowly rising up he makes his way to the dead cyborg. He notices that this one has but cut in half, making his work easier. He looks for the black box deep within the machine, and finally grabs hold of it and pulls it out. Now to make it back to HQ with out being noticed(yeah right). But he travels onward.
#8
ss_cyclerider
Posted 12 February 2010 - 06:39
Soon the sun is setting at cyclerider's back, as he looks forward he sees a glint in the not far distance. S#!t. Who can that be now. He stops to survey the area, to no avail he has no where to hide. Well, then I shall die like a true warrior. He unsheaths his sword with his left tenticle. With his right hand he prepares the buffs which will help him in oncoming war. He watches as the transporters near.Looking around at the scene before him, Cyclerider is horrified at the sight. He cannot believe that his own brothers and sisters, which have survived the apocalypse, have decided to turn on eachother. He springs into action, taking out his knife he decides to gouge out the eyes out of the nearest soldier, moving to the purist he cuts skull open, the dull thwack bring back painfull memories of lesser days. Carefully placing the brain into a jar, he drops the eyes on top. Scanning the area, he moves about until he finds what he is looking for, a cyborg. Making his way forward, a noise catches his attention, he decides to throw the lifeless bodies on top of himself in hope that he will not be discovered, before he completes his work.
As the noise fades he waits afew extra minutes to make sure, slowly rising up he makes his way to the dead cyborg. He notices that this one has but cut in half, making his work easier. He looks for the black box deep within the machine, and finally grabs hold of it and pulls it out. Now to make it back to HQ with out being noticed(yeah right). But he travels onward.
#9
ss_cyclerider
Posted 14 February 2010 - 04:18
Soon the sun is setting at cyclerider's back, as he looks forward he sees a glint in the not far distance. S#!t. Who can that be now. He stops to survey the area, to no avail he has no where to hide. Well, then I shall die like a true warrior. He unsheaths his sword with his left tenticle. With his right hand he prepares the buffs which will help him in oncoming war. He watches as the transporters near.Looking around at the scene before him, Cyclerider is horrified at the sight. He cannot believe that his own brothers and sisters, which have survived the apocalypse, have decided to turn on eachother. He springs into action, taking out his knife he decides to gouge out the eyes out of the nearest soldier, moving to the purist he cuts skull open, the dull thwack bring back painfull memories of lesser days. Carefully placing the brain into a jar, he drops the eyes on top. Scanning the area, he moves about until he finds what he is looking for, a cyborg. Making his way forward, a noise catches his attention, he decides to throw the lifeless bodies on top of himself in hope that he will not be discovered, before he completes his work.
As the noise fades he waits afew extra minutes to make sure, slowly rising up he makes his way to the dead cyborg. He notices that this one has but cut in half, making his work easier. He looks for the black box deep within the machine, and finally grabs hold of it and pulls it out. Now to make it back to HQ with out being noticed(yeah right). But he travels onward.
As the transporter gets closer he then realizes that it is ROTTK. So he relaxes , then realizes that they would not be coming out to get him, unless something was wrong. And something was wrong indeed. Lyzander comes out to greet cyclerider, and tells him the bad news. Acidic has gone MIA. Cyclerider cries, but not for the loss of Acidic, but because he knows that he now has to take command of the miscreants known as ROTTK. Lyzander is no help in calming him down he just keeps telling cyclerider more bad news to worse news. Finally cyclerider breaks down and taking out his sword he clumsily tries to take off his own head, but Lyzander is to quick and knocks cyclerider out. Lyzander with the help of a few more members carry cycle into the ship , as they prepare to head back to HQ.
#10
Posted 15 February 2010 - 11:47
Now I have to get to HQ.
#11
ss_omega56
Posted 26 February 2010 - 04:58
the sigslayers sent him to find, as he searches for the hidden supply
depot, he sees a strange traveler just outside town.
"Greetings"
#12
Posted 26 February 2010 - 05:34
#13
Posted 20 March 2010 - 19:38
#14
Posted 22 March 2010 - 00:57
PyroDesu stood in a tree not far from the field, observing the days events through his specially modified long-range vision plate in his helmet. when the fighting was over he sat down and a MRE out of his rift backpack....trail mix. He was glad he finally got to choose his own rations (curse you, mother! :oops: ). After he finished, he put his LRVP back on and looked out at the battlefield, seeing some things that caught his eye, he headed out, his Mk1 Lava Rifle at the ready, ammo full. When he got there, he started stripping the dead purists and cyborgs of anything of worth, thinking of his useful contact at the Taulin City black market. There was a lot of money to be made here. Suddenly, he heard a noise behind him, and he whirled around, the finger on the trigger getting itchy, to see Basketcase from his faction glaring at him.
Basketcase calmly walked up and activated the safety on the rifle. "What in Hell's name happened here?" PyroDesu quickly ejected the recorder form his LRVP and gave it to Basketcase, who put it in his own vision plate and watched the recording of the battle. "I see," he said,"so what are you doing now?" "Examining the bodies, collecting valuables to be sent on to relatives, you know, the usual." "I see," he said again,"So what is with the general sneaking behavior?"
#15
Posted 24 March 2010 - 01:40
PyroDesu stood in a tree not far from the field, observing the days events through his specially modified long-range vision plate in his helmet. when the fighting was over he sat down and a MRE out of his rift backpack....trail mix. He was glad he finally got to choose his own rations (curse you, mother! :oops: ). After he finished, he put his LRVP back on and looked out at the battlefield, seeing some things that caught his eye, he headed out, his Mk1 Lava Rifle at the ready, ammo full. When he got there, he started stripping the dead purists and cyborgs of anything of worth, thinking of his useful contact at the Taulin City black market. There was a lot of money to be made here. Suddenly, he heard a noise behind him, and he whirled around, the finger on the trigger getting itchy, to see Basketcase from his faction glaring at him.
Basketcase calmly walked up and activated the safety on the rifle. "What in Hell's name happened here?" PyroDesu quickly ejected the recorder form his LRVP and gave it to Basketcase, who put it in his own vision plate and watched the recording of the battle. "I see," he said,"so what are you doing now?" "Examining the bodies, collecting valuables to be sent on to relatives, you know, the usual." "I see," he said again,"So what is with the general sneaking behavior?"
"Ok, I won't lie to you. I was checking for anything good enough to keep or sell. Happy?" "Not really." " I was planning to sell this stuff to a guy I know who will redistribute it on sigma to the needy. Honest." "Continue, then. In fact, I will call everybody I can to help. Such a waste to leave it to rot." So Basketcase put out a general faction call on his commlink, and several other came and they all started on the bodies, stripping them in an unceremoniousness fashion. After they finished, they put all the bodies in a mass grave.
#16
ss_dapher
Posted 31 July 2010 - 04:28
#17
Posted 09 December 2010 - 04:56
A neutrino emission emitted from the battleship's deflector array has caused synaptic degradation in Sonneillon's brain. He falls. Asleep on the plains. The winds cover his body with blown dust and debris. A year passes...
Walking along, laughing at the fallen robot toys fallen at her feet, acidic notices a fowl smell. Quickly, acidic calls along her greenie lackie dylune to search for the source of this foul smell. As he digs a glow begins to emerge. Soon the after, acidic's pet uncovers a purist of old shrouded in shield of immense power. Knowing that the metal strength of this purist adept must be great acidic pulls a 5.25" floppy disc from the pre war days from her pack and slings it through the shield (her advanced knowledege of psi powers knows that only pre war data discs posses the magnetic harmonics to pierce a psi shield with ease).
As the the shield crumbles and the smell dissapate Sonneillon rises to meet acidic.
"For what purpose have you woken me?" he mutters
As only acidic can, she quietly whispers.... "for the PARTAY! Wake up effer, time to rock n' roll!"
#18
Posted 11 December 2010 - 09:00
He had crept halfway toward a nearby and conveniently empty gunnery station when a loud, blaring alarm brought him to his senses. “Commander! Our scanners have picked up the enemy dreadnaught!” one of the crewmen bellowed.
“Cut the engines!” Vladimir shouted back has he sprinted to the helm.
“Engines cut, commander,” the crewman replied. “Better brace yourself,” he added, “we’re almost in range for a visual. The thing should be coming up over the horizon any second, now.
As Vladimir squinted toward the horizon, a large, purple spike began to emerge from the planet. His jaw dropped slightly as more and more of the ship came into view, and he realized that the ship wasn’t really a ship at all… it a was a single, massive shard.
Vlad had dealt with shard before, of course. He had blasted apart everything from tiny workers to massive bastions to psychically gifted Luxers, but never had he encountered anything like this. The shard was heavily armed and was easily twice the size of the TUI Warhammer, the largest TIU battleship currently in service.
One of the crewmembers rose from his seat at the sight and bolted toward the airlock. “Let me outta here!” he shouted in desperation as he banged on the door. “I shouldn’t be here… I have a wife and three kids!” Vlad calmly strode to the airlock and grabbed the man by the collar of his uniform.
“Get a grip, soldier. No one dies on my first mission.”
Vladimir’s words were met with complete silence as every member of the ship's crew ceased his or her duty and stared at Vlad with a look of absolute horror. Apparently, no one had told the crew that this was Vlad’s first mission… it was also evident that no one had told Vlad that the majority of his crew members were not traditional TIU recruits, but were, in fact, part of a special recruitment program designed to reach out to those suffering from various mental health afflictions. This group in particular suffered from a severe anxiety disorder.
By the time Vlad had realized his fatal mistake; it was far too late. The crew had already risen from their seats and were running up and down the corridors, screaming hysterically. One of the men bumped a nearby control, and Vlad was thrown off his feet as the engines of the ship roared, catapulting the vessel straight toward the massive shard.
The shard, which had detected the ship immediately after the engines came back online, began blasting at the cruiser with everything it had. Time seemed to slow down as Vlad watched a laser rip through the cockpit of the ship, taking out the main navigator before flying through Vlad’s inner thigh…
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“AUUGHHHH!” Vladimir screamed in pain as he woke from his dream, tumbled out of his chair and slammed his head against the cold steel floor.
“Aw, didn’t see your coffee there, mate.” The large cheerful man standing over Vlad said apologetically. “Same dream?” he added as he took a seat by the gunnery console next to Vlad’s.
“Ughh… yeah, Blondo. Same ending, too… Why do I have to keep dying?” Vlad groaned as he slowly attempted to rise from the floor.
“Maybe your subconscious is trying to send you a message.” Blondo said thoughtfully.
“Or maybe it's because you keep spilling things on me,” Vlad hissed. “Besides, you know I’m more qualified than these baboons in command. I’ve seen more action than any of them!”
Blondo merely shrugged and fiddled with his targeting coordinates, giving the same response he always gave: “Well, let’s just hope the enemy doesn’t think to arm themselves with scalding cups of coffee.”
Vlad had raised his fist and was prepared to break Blondo's jaw when the entire ship shook as if it had been stuck by a Rosarakan-sized asteroid. “What the hell was that?” Vlad and Blondo shouted simultaneously. Immediately, they left their seats and rushed toward the bridge….
#19
ss_razethem
Posted 12 April 2011 - 02:20
![:lol:](/public/style_emoticons/default/laugh.png)
#20
Posted 12 April 2011 - 04:32
As Razethem turns to leave the field of battle acidic notices a rake on the ground. Quick to action acidicsteps firmly on the forks of the rake causing the handle to propel upwards with incredible speed. The handle snaps as it crushes Razethem undersized underdeveloped clone propagators. As if in anticipation acidic holds steady on the rake with the snapped handle pointing upwards. With glee acidic watches as Razethem cringes and crumbles backwards unaware of the 2 foot sharpened post which would soon find a final home straightening Razethem's intestines (the uncomfortable way).
With Razethem forgotten, acidic turns to see that many wise others rise from the field as their Brinkmanship activates.
Game On
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