Ineffable

Hmmmm.

I would suggest her consuming "The Will of the Earth." It's the original substance used to transform people into devoured. And it has magical properties.

Lord Diov: 16
Khellendrosiic: 19
Hallucinogen: 17
Essex: 20
Prodiguy: 17 (+ 1)
The Soviet: 19
Lazarus: 13
Devious Me: 20
Burning Brawler: 17
Arashi: 15 (- 1)
Halo Inc: 14
Billy Boy: 16
Leo Gunner: 13
Pheonyx: 15
Mithral Zeta: 17
Cowman: 12
Moiread Scott: 15
Seikon: 7
Coldfire Kaiser: HEAD SHOTT'D
Army of Grey: 15
Ozell One: 18

*Tips hat to Moiread.*

Lord Diov: 16
Khellendrosiic: 20
Hallucinogen: 16
Essex: 20
Prodiguy: 16
The Soviet: 19
Lazarus: 13
Devious Me: 20
Burning Brawler: 17
Arashi: 15
Halo Inc: 14
Billy Boy: 16
Leo Gunner: 13
Pheonyx: 15
Mithral Zeta: 16
Cowman: 12
Moiread Scott: 15
Seikon: 9
Coldfire Kaiser: HEAD SHOTT'D
Army of Grey: 15
Ozell One: 18

Healed Burning Brawler because he put up with the tower fight [censored] in Final Fight.

Smacked Halo Inc...Because Halo 2 sucked, and my printer inc cartridge keeps exploding for no reason.

Lord Diov: 16
Khellendrosiic: 19
Hallucinogen: 17
Essex: 20
Prodiguy: 16
The Soviet: 18
Lazarus: 13
Devious Me: 20
Burning Brawler: 16
Arashi: 15
Halo Inc: 15
Billy Boy: 16
Leo Gunner: 13
Pheonyx: 15
Mithral Zeta: 16
Cowman: 12
Moiread Scott: 15
Seikon: 10
Coldfire Kaiser: HEAD SHOTT'D
Army of Grey: 15
Ozell One: 18

Healed Essex, cause she deserves it.

Ballped Cowman, because of his silly name.

The Blood Stocks facing the Orks kept chargin, their four legs allowing them tremendous speed, dashing forward at over fifty miles an hour. They would hit the Ork lines in seconds, claws and rippers and venomous stingers along with acidic breath backed up by being able to impale the smaller Orks on their legs. All of these tactics and weapons would be used.

The Bloodstocks that had been chargin the Necrons topped as they vanished, and re-formed, making a solid line behind the first.

From the hole in the ground floated a Vat Priest. The commander of this particular horde. He raised a clawed hand...

And the flowstone ground morphed and shifted. Mana battery cannons!

They all alligned and took aim, arcing their line of fire over the Ork army...

Soon, the sky turned black as millions of bombardment shots of pure black mana soared over the Orks heads, on a collosion course for the Necrons.

Soviet, would you do the honors of kicking Coldfire from this thread?

*Hands Alpha a Sniper Rifle*

Do what comes natural.

Then the entire ground on the battle field began to swirl.

On the other side of the planet, the flowstone had been drilling through to the other side! Now the Phyrexian horde had a direct route from one side of the planet to the other.

From the new tunnel in between the main masses of both forces came Phyrexian Blood Stocks, gigantic twelve foot tall behemoths with four legs and four arms, each arm carrying a chintonous rotating arm saw, laced with dark empowerment magics from the Vat Priests. The horde of Bloodstocks rushed to join in the fray, attacking both Orks and Necrons.

Lord Diov: 14
Khellendrosiic: 19
Hallucinogen: 17
Essex: 18
Prodiguy: 16
The Soviet: 18
Lazarus: 14
Devious Me: 18
Burning Brawler: 16
Arashi: 15
Halo Inc: 15
Billy Boy: 16
Leo Gunner: 13
Pheonyx: 15
Mithral Zeta: 16
Cowman: 13
Moiread Scott: 15
Seikon: 13
Coldfire Kaiser: 1
Army of Grey: 15
Ozell One: 18

Healed Pheonyx for being nice to me.

Lord Diov: 14
Khellendrosiic: 18
Hallucinogen: 17
Essex: 18
Prodiguy: 16
The Soviet: 17
Lazarus: 14
Devious Me: 18
Burning Brawler: 16
Arashi: 15
Halo Inc: 15
Billy Boy: 16
Leo Gunner: 13
Pheonyx: 15
Mithral Zeta: 16
Cowman: 14
Moiread Scott: 15
Seikon: 13
Coldfire Kaiser: 3
Army of Grey: 15
Ozell One: 17

Ow...I forgot you existed when I made that first post. Not the wisest of moves...

Lord Diov: 15

Khellendrosiic: 17

Hallucinogen: 17

Essex: 17

Prodiguy: 16

The Soviet: 17

Lazarus: 15

Devious Me: 18

Burning Brawler: 16

Arashi: 15

Halo Inc: 15

Billy Boy: 16

Leo Gunner: 13

Pheonyx: 15

Mithral Zeta: 16

Cowman: 14

Moiread Scott: 15

Seikon: 13

Coldfire Kaiser: 5

Army of Grey: 15

Ozell One: 15

Healed Prodiguy. His Brownie points need to kick in again every once in a while.

Lord Diov: 15

Khellendrosiic: 17

Hallucinogen: 17

Essex: 17

Prodiguy: 16

The Soviet: 16

Lazarus: 15

Devious Me: 17

Burning Brawler: 16

Arashi: 15

Halo Inc: 14

Billy Boy: 16

Leo Gunner: 13

Pheonyx: 15

Mithral Zeta: 16

Cowman: 14

Moiread Scott: 15

Seikon: 13

Coldfire Kaiser: 7

Army of Grey: 15

Ozell One: 16

There's one for Devious.

OOC: Well, technically the citadel in Rath is still pumping Flowstone into Dominaria, and whatever rift between this world and that is still active, letting it flow through...

And what do you mean mountains can't be formed by it? Don't you remember the time Corax impaled over a thousand hostages on thirty foot tall flowstone spikes all at the same time? If I recall correctly, the entire plane of Rath is MADE of flowstone, and the current ruler can sift it however he pleases. Ol Volrath made plenty of forts scattered around before Corax came and handed Volrath his red [censored].

But I digress, let the happy-fun time singy-song commence once more!

Oh, and I also give an awsome point to Soviet for his space mountain tactic.

BIC:

The flowstone would not be denied as it poured forth, devouring every inch of land it came across.

The flowstone expanded into a practical sea...

Then it started to whirl.

A whirlpool of flowstone dragged everything in range into it. The Phyrexian army was safe, knowing the radius of the vortex.

-----

The flowstone could bond and replace most materials very easily. Case in point, the Ear Overlord's tower.

The flowstone began to subvert the tower from the bottom up...

Lord Diov: 15

Khellendrosiic: 17

Hallucinogen: 17

Essex: 16

Prodiguy: 16

The Soviet: 16

Lazarus: 15

Devious Me: 15

Burning Brawler: 15

Arashi: 15

Halo Inc: 15

Billy Boy: 16

Leo Gunner: 13

Pheonyx: 15

Mithral Zeta: 16

Cowman: 14

Moiread Scott: 15

Seikon: 14

Coldfire Kaiser: 9

Army of Grey: 15

Ozell One: 16

Healed Hal, cause the Emo needs some love now and again.

The Necron Destroyer observing the Phyrexian Army had missed something.

The ground beneath it was no longer dirt and clay. It was Flowstone.

-----

A Vat Pirest sensed the Necron Destroy at the edge of his mind, and raised a jagged hand, both signaling an attack and commanding the flowstone to obey his will...

Flowstone in itself was composed of tiny nanites. A single nana-inch of the stuff had over a trillion nanites in it. Each nanite could reproduce asexually, and bond with other nanites to form a hardened material, A.I. flowstone. The stuff was even tougher then Impervium and Adimantium.

-----

The flowstone suddenly buldged, and shot up around the Necron Destroy, covering it and yanking it into the greedy grey surface.

Far away, in the Phyrexian mass, the Vat Priests had formed several bombardment cannons from flowstone. A split second later, they had drawn a bead on the destroyer...

The entire sky turned black as foul energies rushed towards the Necron Destroyer.

-----

The Flowstone, in the meantime, was getting ahead of itself. It had already raced a considerable distance, and it had reached the Orc Rok.

A Phyrexian Blood Priest was all-seeing through the eyes of his countless Flowstone nanites.

A gigantic spire of Flowstone, taller then Mt. Everest began to rise from beside the Orc Roc.

Then it began to FALL. Thousands of tiny tendrils of expanding flowstone shot out of the falling monolith, projecting spikey ;imbs that streched over hundreds of feet, ready to impale both flesh and rock.

Of course, Daonri was already gone. She could't hear Shimmer say that.

Falcon was still there, but he did not exactly have the hearing required to hear Shimmer through five stories of steel. The electrical tendrils began to advance on him, almost filling the entire room now. Soon, they would cut off his route to the portal, dooming him, if he didn't escape soon.

Lord Diov: 15

Khellendrosiic: 17

Hallucinogen: 16

Essex: 15

Prodiguy: 16

Soviet Troll: 16

Lazarus: 15

Devious Me: 15

Burning Brawler: 15

Arashi: 15

Halo Inc: 15

Billy Boy: 15

Leo Gunner: 14

Pheonyx: 15

Mithral Zeta: 15

Cowman: 14

Moiread Scott: 15

Seikon: 15

Coldfire Kaiser: 12

Army of Grey: 14

Ozell One: 16

Prodiguy deserves some Brownie points on general principle.

((FLEE THE PHYREXIAN OVERLAY HORDES!!!))

Everything was going perfectly.

The Dominarion overlay was a complete success. The flowstone surfuce of Rath was boiling over, covering the entire plane.

Millions upon millions upon millions of Phyrexian troops, siege engines, and bio-weapons of plague, death, and destruction lumbered forth towards the caves of Koilos.

Then the Titan Engines powered up. Weatherlight lifted into the air. Durza the Uniter of Dragons roared, awakening his cold-blooded kin, wakening them to the battle.

Urza Planeswalker troomped forth in his massive Titan Engine, magics of insidious power crackling along its frame, it rolled over a hoard of Phyrexian troops, who vanished into thin air. At the time, Urza didn't think too much about it. The spell WAS designed to vaporize them.

-----

The hilly fields on one section of the planet suddenly turned grey.

The ground had been replaced by Flowstone.

With a massive sheer of dark energies, the Phyrexian Hordes boiled forth from nowhere. The minions of the God of Artifice, the Lord of Black Mana, and the conquerer of Dominaria poored forth.

Assault troopers. Twelve foot tall chintonous creatures with four arms each, poisonous venow sacs hanging from serrated claws, and mouths that could swallow a man whole lined with vile and jagged teeth, acidic bile pooring forth with every breath, organic saws laced with black mana whirling and twirling in their seven fingered hands.

Phyrexian Crab troopers, squat, five foot tall turtle like being, they looked a great deal like turtles without heads. In that place, was a billowing darkness where the sound of twirling grinders were heard. Multiple scuttling spiked feet moved the monster about.

Phyrexian Vat Priets, dressed in black and red, these freaks were easily fifteen feet tall, their flowing robes obscuring all their features, aside from their wiked and clawed hands. Eldritch and ancient forces of power rolled across these figures.

Gargantuan Behemoth soldiers, over fifty feet tall, each bristling with muscles with heightended strength due to metalic cords fused with their bone structures, they were gigantic ape-like creatures, minus the fur, plus a whole lot of insectoid armor. Massive mouths able to devour men whole led to huge stomachs which twisted and spoiled their meals and spat them out again through a hole in the behemoth's backs as Phyrexian abominations, obeying the will of the ancient one.

Dragon Engines, not tall, but increduously long, silver and gleaming metalic beasts constructed of organic metal, breathed pure dark energies, and tore the very air around them with their shrieks, their piercing orb eyes melting and destroying all they looked upon, lanced tails shot forth hordes of horrid barbs.

And finally, the Witch Engines. Giant beasts who looked like floating masses of gore, tiny tendrils squirming all about them, these monstrosities were some of the most horrifying and completed specimens of the dark one.

The Phyrexian horde, still believing to be battling in Dominaria, charged across the field.

The field slowly shifted to flowstone as they advanced, bubbling softly. The Vat Priests manipulated and meled the stuff as they saw fit, making future plans for their invasion...

The static lances retreated through the air a little, but they were still slowly advancing to fill the entire space.

'Shimmer.' Said Lord H'taed's voice from a little tendril of static besides him. 'Do you have anything that can flood that room with water? Like a super-soaker or something?

I have a list of Role Players who frequent the roleplaying forum below! Oh goodies! This works just like a standard Hurt N Heal Game. You are only allowed to post once every hour. When you do post, you will "hurt" one Role Player, and "heal" another one. You CANNOT HURT OR HEAL YOURSELF. Every time you "hurt" someone, they lose a point. Every time you "heal" someone, they gain a point. Once you lose all your points, you get smashed over the head with the Headshot Bat, and kicked from the thread.

Everyone will start with fifteen points.

Lord Diov: 15

Khellendrosiic: 15

Hallucinogen: 15

Essex: 15

Prodiguy: 15

Soviet Troll: 15

Lazarus: 15

Devious Me: 15

Burning Brawler: 15

Arashi: 15

Halo Inc: 15

Billy Boy: 15

Leo Gunner: 15

Pheonyx: 15

Mithral Zeta: 15

Cowman: 15

Moiread Scott: 15

Seikon: 15

Coldfire Kaiser: 15

Army of Grey: 15

Ozell One: 15

Some frequenters of these forums I have not included, either because I have never even heard of them, or because they were unfortunate enough to not be on the last three pages worth of every thread I checked. Others, I consider too "New" to include. If there are any objections to this, please send me a PM.

I will go first...

Lord Diov: 15

Khellendrosiic: 16

Hallucinogen: 15

Essex: 15

Prodiguy: 15

Soviet Troll: 15

Lazarus: 15

Devious Me: 15

Burning Brawler: 15

Arashi: 15

Halo Inc: 15

Billy Boy: 15

Leo Gunner: 15

Pheonyx: 15

Mithral Zeta: 15

Cowman: 15

Moiread Scott: 15

Seikon: 15

Coldfire Kaiser: 14

Army of Grey: 15

Ozell One: 15

(( *Twitch*

*Dies of laughter* ))

((Oops. Sorry, editing...))

Poe was busy laughing his [censored] off while the Balista, Experiment, and Rulaag's vision began to cloud.

-----

When the smoke cleared...

The two ballista were completely naked. They moved their hands to cover their shrunken nads. Steroids will do that to you. They both started moving for the elevator, too embaressed to make comment or fight.

Then they bumped into a large gigantic suger plum that had dropped out of nowhere.

Experiment was suddenly surrounded by several poison dart frogs singing "We wish you a merry christmas!"

The party-goers, Rulaag, and Poe were nowhere to be seen. Hundreds of random and wacked out hallucinations started popping up around the club, but there were no actual people inside.

-----

Poe smirked, out of the range of the hallucinogenic gas, and began to ready another hallucinogenic molotov...

"So..." He asked Rulaag casually. "What now?"

He flipped another pea-sized gas canister into his hand.

"Don't even think about it. Un-filtered, one of these babies can fill the entire club."

He casually started to fill the bottle with alcohol.

Poe was grinning when the ballista turned back to him.

"Too late."

He held a bottle in his hand. It was a molotov cocktail, obviously. Something was strange, however. The liquid inside of it wasn't clear like normal alcohol. It was GREEN.

Poe's discarded halucinogenic canister nearby told all too well what was inside the thing.

"Nighty night, sweet dreams!" Poe cackled, and hurled the bottle at the big table with the eight people sitting at it. They were all increduously drunk, and wouldn't be able to dodge in time even if they could have seen the bottle coming.

The Ballista hesitated at the sign of Rulaag's hero I.D. and his proclamation. They both turned to Poe, who shrugged.

"Don't look at me. I WORK here! I have I.D. and everything!" He flashed a card. It was the Bar-Tender's. Poe had taken his own picture and pasted it over his, but the ballista didn't look closely enough to tell.

"I was making a batch of drinks for that big group over there..." The pyro-maniac pointed to a table with eight people at it, most of them chugging vast amounts of beer as they spoke.

"When suddenly, he comes out of the blue with his stormie thing!"

"I saw the whole thing!" One of the party-goers at a nearby table said.

"I admit, this is my first time here in Pocket D, and I don't know how everything works, but that guy there clearly attacked the bar-tender!"

The ballista both turned on Rulaag with fury in their eyes, grabbed him by both arms, lifted him off his feet, and began marching him to the elevator. Rulaag got a glimpse of the smirk on Poe's face as he began reaching for another bottle.

Poe glanced up.

Then he was blown backwards by the gust of wind.

"Pain..." He muttered.

Rulaag was suddenly tackled to the ground by two Longbow Ballista.

"No violence in Pocket D." They growled, and started dragging Rulaag towards the elevator.

Poe got back up and dusted himself off, swearing a streak that would have made a robot blush as he fawned over his white vest.