Khellendrosiic

"I BELIEVE WE SHOULD RETREAT!" Wielder shouted as the last Rikti on him jumped off and made a dash for the portal, only to be brained as the tanker threw his pipe, nailing the alien on the skull.

Quickly dashing forward and snagging his mace, Wielder looked around, for once at a loss of what to do. He knew the gas was dangerous, his own experience and Gladys were telling him so, but he didn't know how to stop it or even how to escape it. The only option looked like a mad dash through the gas, hoping that he could hold his breath long enough to escape or....

Going through the portal...

Yep.

"You think?" Toy said sarcastically as he concentrated on not smashing his fists through the table and freeing his head. "And I've got to wait another five minutes for it to recharge."

"Methinks you should test stuff like that on things other than oneself in a crowded room," Solid said nonchalantly. "I'm sure it would have been pretty nasty to clean up if you phased into someone."

"Eewwww..." Mini Bot said, making a retching motion.

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Halon!

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Poisonous?

*wordlessly points at his new RP*

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It's a lich's world...

O Fortuna,
like the moon
you are changeable,
ever waxing,
ever waning
hateful life
first opresses
and then soothes
as fancy takes it;
poverty
and power
it melts them like ice.

Fate - Monstrous
and empty,
you are a whirling wheel,
you are malevolent,
well-being is vain
and always fades to nothing,
shadowed
and veiled
you plague me too,
now through the game
I bring my bare back
to your villainy.

Fate is against me
in health
and virtue
driven on
and weighted down,
always enslaved.
So at this hour
without delay
pluck the vibrating
since Fate
striked down the sting man,
everyone weeps with me!

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On All Hallow's Eve in the year 2006, the world was shattered upon an armored knee and reconstructed according to the will of one neither omnipotent nor omniscient, but desirous of both. Everything that had been, ceased to be; everything that could have been, never happened; everything that was, changed.

For the Malleus Mundi, the Hammer of the World, had been picked up by one possessing the knowledge and power to wield it and remade the world in his image. But like all things of mortal creation, the spell was not perfect and isolated remnants of the former time stream remained, trapped in a world that suddenly made no sense at all.

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Ever since the Great Battle and the destruction of the majority of the world's metahumans, Overmagus Archlich has resided over mankind. From his mighty city fortress of New Mu located in the blasted ruins that were once the country of France, the Overmagus commands his vast legions, known collectively as the Triumverate, and enforces his will upon the entire world.

Some people willingly accepted his rule as a relief from the anarchy of the End Times, when the world entered its third World War, others followed because they believed that the Overmagus, in his immense age and power, would lead them to glory or salvation. Still others obey him because of the daily patrols and executions, wary of speaking out against the Overmagus and disappearing into the night forever.

It is a harsh rule that the Overmagus enforces, but enemies enough abound to give him an excuse for such protocals. The ferocious Oranbegans controlling western North America and all of South America wage a constant war against the Triumverate and the Overmagus, and their atrocities in battle are outrageous. But despite the safety that the Overmagus offers, some refuse and have started a small rebellion. It is small, but tenacious, doing what they can to destabilize the massive beast that is the World Empire.

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Or so it seems, but some know that this is all a lie and remember what should be. But the question remains, where and who, are they?

OOC: One or two characters only please. You may use the information provided to either post your characters as the change suddenly happens or you may have them somewhere a bit more private. In the second case, I will introduce you to Archlich's reality personally, and provide some useful information as well. For the first choice, I will take what you sketched out and roll with it. After that, it's up to you what you do. I'd suggest trying to link up with a friendly face.

Good luck.

Toy looked back and forth, telegraphing his emotions even though no one could see him.

"I'm eveeeerywheerrreeeee....." Toy said in his best ghost voice before quickly moving over to the other side of the room.

"I'm over here!" he said before jumping up into the air above the table. "And here!"

"And down here!" he said as he dove through the table, spun around, and promptly phased back into existence with his head stuck in the table and his lower half stuck in the floor.

"Oh crap," Toy said as he looked down at Hal's breakfast.

OOC: Toy: What am I, the peanut gallery? Sheesh... >_>

"Ok, so we got a demon who likes tea and not souls, a pyro with a bedhead, a guy who thinks he's a bot, and assorted other disparate individuals," Toy said out loud, having forgotten that people might hear him. "Lessee. Hero Corps and Crey Industries files up and...... Ooooh, we have quite a varied bunch here. Hard to tell who's gonna lose it first. I'm betting on cranky Ms. Set On Fire Pants."

Toy Dispenser walked through Cortianna and looked more closely at Essex's crepes.

"It always amazes me that Essex can do this sort of stuff. I mean, an android that cooks? Well...ok. That's not that unexpected. I wonder if I could get her and Helper to have a cook off. And while they do that, maybe I can make some artificial taste buds or something."

Toy leaned back against the refridgerator, making some minor adjustmants so that he could lean on it instead of through it.

"Yo folks," Solid said as he walked into the kitchen and looked around. "Imma grab me a wall."

Mini Bot trailing along behind, Solid staked out a slice of wall near the entrance to the common room and leaned against it. Unable to participate in breakfast but positive that he wouldn't miss anything interesting.

"JUSTICE CAN NEVER BE DEFEATED!" Wielder shouted as he vanished under the darkness and a apile of Rikti. "THE LIGHT OF GOOD SHALL ALWAYS TRIUMPH OVER THE FLICKERING DARKNESS OF EVIL!"

But with the pile of Rikti effectively blocking the numbing cold swirling from Wielder's armor, the other Rikti were taking their oppertunity to dive into the portal uninhibited.

"GLADYS INFORMS ME THAT I REQUIRE AID!" Wielder shouted as he headbutted a Rikti that was on top of him. "FOR EVEN THE MIGHTIEST FOCE OF GOOD MUST SEEK ALLIES AGAINST THE DARKNESS!"

"Pull!" came a shout from outside, the voice only partially heard through the walls.

Bang.

"Pull!"

Bang.

Outside in the side yard, Solid was aiming downrange, his rifle smoking, as he waited for Mini Bot to grab something else to throw. Being fairly limited in his need for sustenance, Solid had lingered around in his room until about 8 before walking out and running into Mini Bot. It was easy enough to shanghai the little drone into helping him get some target practice.

"Ready!" Mini Bot shouted as it clutched a rubber ducky in its hand.

"Pull!" Solid shouted and snapped his gun up to his eye.

Mini Bot pulled its arm back and threw like a professional discus thrower, somehow sending even the unaerodynamic rubber play thing soaring through the air until it burst apart, having been shot neatly in the beak.

"Ok, that's enough," Solid said as he lowered his rifle and slid it under his cape. "The sight's off by a quarter of a degree. I'll have to fix that later."

"Awww...." Mini Bot sighed as it dropped the plate it had been holding. "No more shooting?"

"No more shooting," Solid answered. "And we should probably get to the kitchen. I'm sure everyone's waiting for us."

"Oh," Mini Bot said as it followed after Solid. "I think my boss is already there."

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"Hmm hmm hmm I love phase engines," Toy Dispenser hummed to himself as he ran constant diagnostics on his prototype phase engine while it worked.

The mastermind walked through the table, adjusted a few lines, and the floated on top of it. He then took a step forward onto thin air at the height of the table. Invisible and intangible, Toy was thouroughly enjoying himself. Although he wasn't too sure about the voice masking function.

"Bah! I have no time for this," Archlich scowled as he cut his casting off mid-spell and teleported several dozen feet away. "I shall enjoy watching your ill-fated attempts to discover what went wrong here. May you die in agony, mortal."

And then, in another bright flash, Archlich was gone.

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"How'd it go?"

"Shut up."

"Yeesh, touchy."

OOC: >_> <_< Got bored... Don't like mysteries. >_>

Wait...Test Center? Does that mean Experiment is on the Test server?

<_<

>_>

*goes and starts leveling Ghoul some more*

Nonsense. I need to work on getting Ghoul, Netharak, Hand, Archlich, and everyone except Toy up to their RPing levels of power.

Which takes a while. >_>

Yes. Yes I do. But when there aren't any posts up, I go play the actual game.

^____^

It works. Thank you.

How do you take a screenshot of your character either in the menu screen or the costume editor? Printscreen doesn't seem to work and taking normal screenshots makes it almost impossible to see the costume in detail. Any help?

Solid quietly opened the door, cast a glance at Essex, and then slipped inside. Muttering something about multi-colored robots from hell, Solid looked down at the bed on his side of the room. He poked it, looked at its supports, and then sighed. Clearly it wasn't going to be sturdy enough to support him.

Regretting the fact that he would probably wake Essex up, the android grabbed the bed and dragged it closer to Essex's bed, giving the heal bot a queen sized bed. Then, he grabbed one of his suitcases, placed it where his bed had been, and pressed a button. With a high pitched groaning noise, the suitcase unfolded several times and in several different ways, eventually constructing the exact same power bed from his apartment complete with a portable power supply that Solid plugged into a wall socket.

Figuring he'd unpack the rest of his stuff in the morning, Solid lay down and went into Sleep mode, the red light of his targeting eye fading to a dull shimmer.

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"Yo Rosie," Toy said as the were-human came into the room from where he sat at a computer desk, typing away. "How was the pool?"

On Toy's side of the room, there was no longer a bed. Instead, there were three repair gantries, a huge one currently containing Combat Toy, a small one for Mini Bot, and a more normal sized one for Toy Dispenser. And aside from the the computer and the gantries, there wasn't much else that the mastermind had brought with him.

"EVIL SHALL NEVER WIN!" Wielder shouted as he jumped forward, barreling into one of the Rikti carrying a box into the portal.

Throwing his arms wide, the tanker caused an aura of pure cold to emanate from his body, slowing the movements of all the Rikti around him which, coincidentally, were the Rikti struggling to get to the portal.

"THE FRIGID WINDS OF GOOD SHALL EXTINGUISH EVEN THE BITTER FLAMES OF EVIL!" Wielder explained as he started beating on a Rikti with his mace, ignoring the frantic shooting that was going on against his back.

"FOR GREAT JUSTICE!" Wielder roared as he spun around in circle, bowling over the Rikti nearest him with the Painpipe.

Spinning the lead pipe deftly around in his hands, Wielder slammed it into the ground, causing a wave of ice to shoot up his body and cover him. The next several shots from the Gunmen up above reflected off this new armor and shot harmlessly into the ground. Spinning his pipe around again, Wielder caught a charging Rikti Conscript in the jaw, rocketing it up into the air until it limply fell to the ground.

"THE PILLAR OF EVIL CANNOT STAND BEFORE THE MIGHTY JACKHAMMER OF JUSTICE!" Wielder shouted as he dove at the same pillar Nena was smacking, bringing his Painpipe back for a devastating blow against the rock.

OOC: *facepalms*

BIC: "You cannot force me to do anything, mortal," Archlich rasped as he brushed one skeletal hand over where Linn had struck him. "And your temerity shall be your downfall. After I have finished with you, I might as well destroy this entire area and be done with what I came here in the first place to do."

Spinning his hands dexterously through the air, Archlich swiftly drew several runes in the air that exploded into form, becoming several balls of magical energy that rushed at Linn.

Even as that attack took place, Archlich began casting another spell.

OOC: >_> <_< >_>

*tosses bone over Rosie's head*

"You should be glad I did not destroy this entire structure when I first came, fool," Archlich snapped, in no need to be lectured. "Enough perversions lie within this one building to give me more than enough excuses to atomize it a hundred times over. That goes doubly for that oversized shanty called a mansion. Now get out of my way and let someone with more brains than muscles try and solve this mockery of a mystery."

After getting that off his chest, Archlich pushed Linn aside and began searching through the rooms that had not been damaged by the collapse.

"THE VICIOUS INSANITY THAT IS EVIL CANNOT BREAK FREE OF THE STRAIGHT JACKET OF GOOD!" Wielder shouted as he shook his head, trying to clear it and taking a few solid blows for his troubles.

The Painpipe, having had enough of this, created a field of ice under Wielder's feet that caused all the Rikti standing near him to start slipping and sliding as even their advanced armor lost traction.

"HAVE AT THEM! FOR GREAT JUSTICE!" Wielder shouted, clobbering a Guardian out of the way to lunge at the Mentalist, bringing his mace down with a sickening crack that knocked the Rikti senseless.

And that's why you didn't bring a bare head to a mace fight.