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The Grand Finale ((Open RP))

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Burning spun quickly, removing the heat from the ground around him. The resulting patch of ice kept the zombies from getting in close, but they still had their acid vomit.

"I hate zombies sooooo much," the hero muttered as he raised his arms to the sky. He began speaking the words of a spell when he was interrupted by a rock slamming into the back of his head. "Ow! Damnit, what the-"

"Hey, guy! You alive?"

Burning began to open his mouth, but suddenly felt a surge of anger. Anger that wasn't his own.

Without thinking, the hero sent a blazing beam streaking towards the rock thrower before focusing back on the zombies, incinerating a few who had tried to slide across with a well-placed fireball.

The Grand Finale ((Open RP))

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Burning flew over the valley, whispering a spell of invisibilty. There was no way he wanted to fight everything down there. The spire in the distance, that was where he needed to be.

Suddenly, the hero felt his flight being slowed, as if someone were trying to interfere! He frantically fought to regain control. An arrow suddenly whizzed by his head. The sudden shock startled him into a fall.

The ground came rushing fast. Burning repeated the spell over and over again. It seemed all was lost.

And then a net shot out and caught him.

Burning rolled to the side and fell the last foot to ground. He laughed nervously as he came back to his senses. His laugh was soon broken however by hundreds of moans.

He looked up and noticed there was a very large crowd of zombies staring at him.

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The Grand Finale ((Open RP))

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Light flashed, and a man in a hood and cowl appeared. He stood, and looked at his surroundings. A cave?

Burning Brawler raised his hand high and it lit with fire. He heard water up ahead. "Where the hell am I?" The only reply he received was his own echo.

The hero ventured forward, not sure what else to do. Something told him if he just moved on, he would be alright. As he went on, the sound of water became louder.

He turned, and suddenly there was light. The exit, concealed by a large waterfall. Seeing his chance at freedom, the hero rushed forward and leapt into the sunlight.

Burning looked at the land below him, a dark valley with fierce mountains on all sides. The valley was dotted with ant-like shapes.

Using the enhanced vision his magic-made eyes granted, he was soon able to make out the shapes.

Undead, hundreds.

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Gunfire rang through the forest. A man yelled in anger as a sword cut his shoulder. The Bruiser grabbed the Grave Knight's arm and tore it clean off, using it to beat the undead warrior down.

Mover and Shaker hid behind the trees, directing three others who were hiding in their branches. The two enforcers quickly leapt into view and unloaded their ammo, mowing down the zombies and their warrior leaders.

The Uniter stood boldly in front of them all, his personal force field mocking them as they hacked and bashed at it uselessly, merely making themselves easy targets for the hail of bullets and fire around them.

The villain stared up into the sky at a hazy object in the distance. Whatever was in there was his goal.

The Grand Finale ((Open RP))

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No one can know my suffering...

There was a flash of fire, the crack of a whip, a cry of pain, and then silence.

No one else could know the torment I have been put through.

A figure lay tied to a stone slab, its back exposed. The flesh was hardly recognizable as such, the many lashes and burns disfiguring it.

But they will soon learn. Oh yes... soon.

The whip struck once more, and a scream of complete agony twisted and turned into a hysterical laugh of utter madness.

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The Longbow commander ran through the smoke that filled the hall. His base was being torn apart all around him by his own defenses!

He had to reach the control room, had to stop whoever was causing all of this chaos before the base was lost.

A Paragon Police Department Mech raced around the corner. The commander's eyes went wide as it raised its blaster cannon and fired.

The man collasped, his flesh badly burnt, his pain unbearable. The feeling of a sword, its color like that of blood, driving through his skull was almost a relief. The assassin bent over the dead man, taking a piece of paper from his fist. He had what he needed now. Soon...

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Nicti energies shot down the hall, taking down the Malta agents left and right. A large creature teleported toward their leader, and swiftly wrapped a fist around his head.

As bullets slammed into its hard shell, the creature squeezed, a dark glow emanating from its hand. The commander kicked and struggled, panic gripping him as he felt his life being drained away until all was dark.

The creature dropped the dead man to the floor, his skin pressed against his bones, giving him a skeletal appearance. One of the men cried out in anger, taking out a detonator that was surely meant to bring down the base.

But the knowledge the commander had held in his head was exactly what the creature had been looking for. He teleported away as the building erupted in flames, moving on to the next step. It would come soon...

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A figure faded into the darkness as an Arachnos agent passed by. He breathed a sigh of relief and quickly moved on. He could hear the computer network just ahead, the largest one the supervillain organization had yet.

Slipping past the guards, the figure made it to the console. He typed in the commands quickly and didn't realize he was being watched.

He heard the sudden sound of a mace being drawn and quickly whirled around.

The figure leapt up as it fired. The blast flew under him and struck the console, fortunately not damaging it. The boy lurched forward, tackling the Arachnos soldier.

He pinned both arms against the man's chest and delivered a quick blow to his face. A sickening crack echoed through the room, alerting others to the infiltrator's presence.

In the blink of an eyes, ten more Arachnos operatives had their weapons drawn. The boy cursed and quickly flew up as they fired.

He twisted in the air, avoiding the majority of the shots and hissing as two struck him in the side.

He dropped back down, breaking his fall with a roll. The boy came out of the roll with a double-fisted strike that sent the first agent to the floor.

The infiltrator rolled to the side, wrapping both his legs around one of another operative's and twisted, sending the larger man spinning into a shot delivered by one of his comrades.

The figure leapt to his feet and kicked off the ground, rocketing towards another who was caught off guard and sent sprawling. A man came in close, swinging his mace, but the figure ducked and delivered a quick blow that caught the man under his jaw.

As the man fell, the figure ran back to the console. More shouts were coming as the remaining operatives alerted the others. His fingers moved fast, and soon a list of names was being printed. He had it!

The sound of boots running towards him made him look down the hall. He quickly ripped the list off the printer. The operatives slowed as they ran past the computer. Whoever had broken in was gone now. They would scour the base nonetheless.

Outside, the boy grinned in satisfaction. He had them now. It was only a matter of time. Soon...

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Power. Power is infinite and unlimited. But sometimes power can consume.

And sometimes the consuming power is sentient.

Such as the substance known as The Muck, who lured a pathetic, hopeless prisoner to his doom deep in the sewers beneath The Ziggurat on the night Arachnos first destroyed the prison.

And now, little over a year later, The Muck had finally returned to its height of power. But in the course of that year it had met many creatures, creatures who knew how to exploit weaknesses from its weaker time. They could not be allowed to remain.

Blightlord paced down the hall. It would take aid. Aid of others who sought vengeance just as much as he had. To begin, past allies would need to be brought back to his service. Only then would he have the numbers.

But a playing field must also be set. No, he could not battle them here. In this would, they could be almost as strong as he was. And once they band together, who knows the dangers they could pose?

The Pocket Dimension would be their battleground.

Liches raised their arms as they completed the necessary spell. There was a flash of darkness, and the portal opened. Inside, screams of agony, cries of victory, and the silence of death could be heard as it all blended into one melodic tune.

Chaos.

Blightlord stepped inside. This would be it. After this, The Muck's supremacy over all of Paragon City and The Rogue Isles would be complete, and the world would fall soon after.

This was it. This was the Grand Finale.

((Welcome, players. The stage is set, and the battle to determine the fate of the world as we know it is about to commence.

Blightlord's Pocket Dimension is a seemingly massive space. In it, there are many vast forms of terrain from dark forests to unforgiving deserts and from vast wastelands to terrifying graveyards. And in the center of all this is a massive city, its skyline dominated by a fortress that can be seen even from the furthest regions of the dimension. Something about this place calls beings to it, though none truly know why from the beginning.

You will begin at a location of your own choosing as long as it is of significant distance to the tower. No one should start outside the city walls, for this thread would be over all too soon, and plans to 'entertain' you would be completely bypassed.

Also, no means of large travel will be possible by the 'players.' No world-crossing teleportation or large ships that can speed across the landscape. Magics within the Pocket Dimension have made them limited.

Others will be moving towards the tower, and you will likely encounter them. You cannot tell why, but you have the supreme urge to harm them, and badly. You wish to see them as life drains from their eyes. Only the more powerful and more intelligent will overcome this bloodlust and perhaps even form alliances to ensure their success.

As you make your way to the tower, undead monstrosities will attempt to stop you, as well as villains Blightlord has summoned to aid him.

Though none of you know what is within the tower, you all are sure that whatever it is will be powerful, and that it is your only chance at freedom. Question is, will you help to destroy it, or side with the malevolence?

Standard rules apply. No God-moding, no auto-controlling, no claiming hits without giving the others a chance to respond. Send me a Private Message to join this great battle. A post from me will be coming soon to show how to begin.

This will remain open until I believe we have reached a good point to close the thread.

Good luck.))