City of Godmoding ((Silly Open Fight RP))
By
Hallucinogen_NA,
Posted on: 2007-02-17 15:49 in Roleplaying
((Grey gets a point for not even being here and I get nothing.
Hal, can you give me some Emo lessons? 
))
OOC: *twitch* *TWITCH* Urge to...dump Necrons... and get... Lord Netharak... RISING....!!!!!!!
<_< Either that or pull out my own personnal main character.
Statesman said let there be heroes, and there were heroes.
Lord Recluse said let there be villains, and there were villains.
NCsoft said let there be nothing, and there was nothing.
((I'd like to pull out Lord H'taed and give his Avatar of Cataclysm Move a Twirl...But I want to give my precious Phyrexians a chance! 
))
((SHORT POST BUT WORTH IT.))
Grimjaw's bike roared with power as he sped along at the head of the Orks.
He spied a figure on the horizon.
Gunning it to an even faster speed (He was obviously in the Kult of Speed and a Bloody Sun Boy) he shot towards the figure like a bat out of hell.
It was just before he ran her down that he saw that it was a humie woman. Oh well.
Budump-BUMP Came the satisfying sound of his bike smashing into her and sending her facefirst into the dirt.
And he didn't even slow down.
Tha' righ' there was some good drivin'!
"How Crude." Came a voice from approxiamtely above Natane.
A fifteen foot tall Vat Priest, cloaked in blood red from head to toe, hovered above the downed woman. His red and cloaked face glared blindly at her, and his black talons clacked together, sending trembling rushes of black static along his chintonous hands.
"Remind me to make sure his kind are boiled in the flesh mills rather then be laborors after I have replaced your spinal column."
What looked like centipedes-giant centipedes-began to fall from the depths of the Vat Priest's robes. Three feet long, a mixture of mechanicle and biological fusion, these were spinal centipedes. Designed to literally rip the spide out of an opponent and replace it, effectively making the host a slave to the will of Phyrexia and the dark one. Six centipedes headed for Grimjaw, chasing after him. Three headed for the downed woman.
((Hey, Diov? Grimjaw's still moving at about 100 miles per hour.))
((Oh. >.> stupid me. Editing.))
Grimjaw craned his head to look back at the beasties after him. He looked down to his orky speedometer, which looked a bit like:
Stopped-------------------Fast---------------------WAAAAGH!!!-----0-
His current speed was the 0.
He looked down to the small pipe in the bike's chassis.
And jammed something into it.
Flames up to fifty feet long exploded from his exhaust as the Ork literally accelerated to Two hundred miles per hour, leaving everything in the dust.
He looked to his speedometer.
It had broken with the force of the acceleration.
"WAAAAAAGHHH!!!!!" Came his triumphant roar as the Kultist Of Speed shot across the landscape faster than eyes could see.
"OW." came Natane's muffled voice from the dirt.
She pulled herself back up to her face, miraculously not hurt more than a few cuts and bruises.
"Never thought I'd be thankful for training in gravity rooms for all that time." she muttered.
When she saw the centipedes headed her way, she frowned. "That's not kosher..." she muttered, releasing a wave of explosive arrow blasts to burn the insects.
Japancakes.
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((.....SHOOP DE WOOP.))
Grimjaw powerslid, leaving behind a mile long streak of burning dirt and melting rubber. Staring at the now-distant figure of Natane, he snarled.
This time, he was going to finish the job.
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Even over the roar of one hundred orky engines, you could hear Grimjaw as his bike once again passed WAAAAAGH!! speed, heading straight for Natane. She must have been distracted by the wormy types, because Grimjaw ran her down flat, and then introduced the Vat Priest to the dirt, as well. He began his stopping powerside, and was gone before anyone knew what had happened.
The hundreds of other Orks in their war-wagons, however, were just coming.
And they were coming fast.
And they were coming hard.
And they weren't changing directions.
The Orks couldn't hear their targets KA-THUNK-ing under their treads and tires due to the roars of the engines, but they only assumed it was a VERY satisfying sound.
The Vat Priest swore and spat as it was run over hundreds of times.
It slowly got up from the ground. Several cracking noises were heard.
It fell back down again, obviously dead. Again.
More Spinal Centipedes crawled out from beneath the tattered and red robes, and began crawling and zig-zagging in every direction.
((To Hell with it, I'm jumping in... Give me a moment...))
My Stories
Look at that. A full-grown woman pulling off pigtails. Her crazy is off the charts.
OOC: Poor forgotten Necrons. Well, almost forgotten, at any rate.
BIC: The death energies of the black mana cannons washed over the assembled ranks of the Necrons, briefly obscuring the battlefield in choking smog and acidic vapors. When the haze lifted, it revealed the Necron line, still standing. Sure every here and there was a puddle of metal that was once a Necron warrior, but even some of those puddles began seeping back upward and reforming into their former selves. For you see, the Necrons as a whole are beings firmly trenched in the materium, the world defined by logic and laws of physics. This granted them an extrordinary resistance to working of the immaterium, that of magic and the Warp. But they could still be affected, just to a much lesser degree than what would be expected.
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Back at the base camp, Necron Lord Khell felt a shadow fall over his mind, a familiar shadow this, that of his master and god, the Nightbringer. Apparently the C'Tan had lost track of its rogue band of Necrons but had managed to re-establish contact. And now that it was here, it needed to stomp out these disturbing signs of independance.
Where before the Necron troops had acted as normal soldiers would, jostling back and forth and talking quietly amongst themselves, now they would become the silent machines of death that they were made to be. The Nightlord left only the mind of the Necron Lord intact as that mind had proven its worth when it survived having its body turned into living metal.
And then as a parting gift, the Nightbringer left in the back of the Necron Lord's mind a bit of itself that could be called upon when all seemed lost. At that time the Lord could become an avatar of its god, raining unholy death upon the living in the Nightbringer's name.
The red beam of the mind control ray washed harmlessly over the Necron Lord and his retinue. He had been created by a god that could warp the laws of physics around itself. No mere control ray would serve to capture its will.
"Leave nothing but ashes," the Necron Lord hissed and was heard by all of its followers.
Those that had remained behind at the base camp began moving toward the front to crush the Phyrexians totally. Even the Tomb Spyders moved, ressurecting destroyed troops by holding the bodies in their limbs while they were worked on.
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As one, every single Necron warrior and Immortal raised its weapon, fired, and began marching.
The Monoliths glided forward, implacable hunks of living metal and gauss weaponry, waiting to get closer in order to fire their Arc Burst Flayers.
Statesman said let there be heroes, and there were heroes.
Lord Recluse said let there be villains, and there were villains.
NCsoft said let there be nothing, and there was nothing.
The Phyrexian Bloodstocks had already reached the Necron Front lines.
They attacked. They literally rushed right into the middle of the fray, and attacked everything around them with their four arms.
They were only the first wave, however.
From the hole in the ground came Phyrexian Scutuas. Hundreds of the five foot tall and akward looking creatures slowly shambled forth.
The Vat Priest however far above the madness raised a hand...
From beneath the Necrons, giant claws of flow stone rose, ripping everything about them to shreds, aiding the Bloodstocks.
And as the combined armies of Necrons and Phyrexians clashed, Rokkitfallz' suprise was found.
In a giant, all-engulfing explosion, a huge swath was cut through the frontlines of both armies as his Burna Bomb detonated.
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Warboss Bludmaw looked up at the mighty ear tower, rattling off a few shots into its forcefield, which were deflected harmlessly.
"Eh..." The Warboss thought for a second.
((GOD POWER INCOMIIIIING!!!))
"Ey, boyz!" He growled into his radio, "Git word out to da Bad Moon Boyz up in dere Rok dat me habs dere landin' koordinatez' roight 'ere!"
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Miles above, in low orbit, a Rok containing no less than fifty thousand Orks from the Bad Moon tribe activated its thrusters.
"Eh, we's komin in now, Boss!" The Ork on the 'tranzmitta' radioed in to Warboss Bludmaw.
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"Ey, 'Aksaw."
"Yeh?"
"Watch da sky."
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Bludmaw'z group of around five hundred orks looked up.
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Screaming from the sky came a structure so massive, so huge, so intimidating, that you would seriously doubt that Statesman himself could hold his bladder at the sight of it. Flames miles long poured from engines the size of eighteen wheelers.
This was the Bad Moonz' Rok. A hulking mass of an Asteroid filled to the BRIM with Orks and equipment.
Going right through the shield (The Rok was no normal weapon!) the gigantic, city-sized meteor crashed into the tower, completely annihilating the structure at a near-molecular level. The dust cloud blew the width of the earth and the earthquake shook practically everyone on the planet to the bone.
And then the thousands of Orks poured from the rok, firing wildly into the wreckage of the tower and screaming WAAAAAAGHHH!!!! to the heavens.
As the bloodstocks had charged, they had also died. The sickly green beams of the gauss flayers lashed out at their armored hides, which proved to be as impotent as bare flesh under the molecule stripping power of the gauss weaponry. More than a third of the bloodstocks had already fallen by the time the bomb went off, scattering Necron and Phyrexian alike.
Over the prone bodies of enemy and ally alike, the two Monoliths drifted forward and charged up their weapons. The damaged Monolith unleashed a barrage of green bolts at every single Phyrexian around it. The turret at each corner of the floating building rotated quickly, shooting every Phyrexian warrior within range multiple times, though killing relatively few.
The undamaged Monolith charged its main crystal and fired a bolt of pure destructive energies at the Vat Priest, shattering his bloated form and smashing a deep crater into the ground.
As the gound based Necrons struggled back to their feet and reassembled themselves, the Destroyers, who hadn't charged with the rest, came swooping in from one side, blasting through the ranks of scutas with horrible efficiency.
And then, to complete the decimation of the Phyrexian force, the portal of the damaged Monolith activated and teams of Flayed Ones trooped through it and onto the battlefield. They immidiately fell upon the survivors, butchering them mercilessly and wearing their skins like cloaks.
By the time the Necron Lord arrived at the battlefield, the fight was over.
OOC: And that, my friends, is how I auto a battle. Thanks for the assistance Soviet. And on a side note:
ONE [censored] AWESOME POINT FOR THE [censored] AWESOME ASTEROID PLZ!
Statesman said let there be heroes, and there were heroes.
Lord Recluse said let there be villains, and there were villains.
NCsoft said let there be nothing, and there was nothing.
((While the massive war is fun and epic and all, it doesn't necessarily scream "Godmode" does it? Let's... Let's throw a wrench in this little war...))
A metal man pondered his options. He had been waiting in the back of his creator's mind for what seemed like an eternity. When his form was finally crafted, he was unleashed upon an entire unsuspecting planet. Not a soul survived that test-fire.
Now, Dross had a new conflict presented to him. He didn't know how he had got here, his creator was a simple carbon-based lifeform, and died in his last operation. After the Inferno, Dross had shut himself down, waiting for a new conflict... And here he was.
"Where am I?" he askled, his smooth form reflecting the harsh rays of an unforgiving sun. In the distance, he saw a tower and what looked to be a massive glow of light and energy. Even from here, he could hear the sounds of battle, and the tremors of impact.
Dross took stock of the situation in an instant and came to one conclusion. In order to gain any answers, he would have to go to where the conflict was. And, to go where the conflict was, he would have to go armed.
Good thing he's an autonomous weapon. Good thing he was built to kill.
His smooth exterior started to ripple and whine. Blades protruded from his forearms and extended several feet past his hands, spreading out broad and morphing wicked saw-edge teeth to the back edge of his right blade.
Three blades sprang from his back and extended another foot from his head, which was growing a pair of horns that curled forward from the sides of his forehead. A single red orb suddenly bubbled to the surface of his face, dead in the center.
Satisfied, Dross rose from his landing point and aimed toward the battle that raged in the distance. It was time to learn some answers... It was time to go to war. He rocketed into the horizon, aimed for the spire that seemed to be the source of all this conflict.
My Stories
Look at that. A full-grown woman pulling off pigtails. Her crazy is off the charts.
OOC: Uhhhh..... Which spire? The Ear Fortress that just got an asteroid dropped on it spire or my Monoliths?
Statesman said let there be heroes, and there were heroes.
Lord Recluse said let there be villains, and there were villains.
NCsoft said let there be nothing, and there was nothing.
((Figure his introduction as moments before the spire catastrophically left the face of the Battle Rock. Use that to gauge how much more time you have.))
My Stories
Look at that. A full-grown woman pulling off pigtails. Her crazy is off the charts.
OOC: .....wut?
He popped up just before the asteroid hit and then flew toward ground zero to be hit by said asteroid?
Statesman said let there be heroes, and there were heroes.
Lord Recluse said let there be villains, and there were villains.
NCsoft said let there be nothing, and there was nothing.
((He's still quite a distance away, Khel. He may be a "Godmoder" but he's not moving at the speed of thought, here...))
My Stories
Look at that. A full-grown woman pulling off pigtails. Her crazy is off the charts.
(( >.> The Phyrexians arn't doing very well, are they?
Time to pull out the Ol Avatar of Lightning...))
The entire Phyrexian Horde was outraged at their loss, and headed through the tunnel to engage the Necrons.
"Woa. You are some of the most butt ugly nuggets I've ever seen." Said a crackling voice.
Lord H'taed stood in front of the swarming Phyrexian Horde. The Phyrexians, too pissed too really care, rushed forward to consume him.
H'taed yawned, and flicked his fingers.
A electrical beam shot forth. It was a CHAIN INDUCTION, and it bounced from Phyrexian to Phyrexian, killing them all...
Until only the lead Vat Priest was left. It raised a hand to cast an insidious spell...
H'taed conjured and tossed a mud bomb.
It landed on the Vat Priest's nads.
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3 seconds later...
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*KAFREAKINGBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!* The mub bomb went off, splattering the Vat Priest every across the tunnel.
"Right then, time to go to work." H'taed said. He quickly started to conjure more mub bombs for his plan...
((Minus the Phyrexians, plus H'taed.))
Halfway to the spire, Dross noticed an asteroid crush it. Though it did nothing to deter the android, it did give him a moment of pause, and he slowed slightly. Rising a few miles to get a better view of the destruction, he realized this was a much larger engagement than originally anticipated.
"Intriguing," he muttered, "Perhaps I finally have a test of my capabilities."
And he started hurtling downward.
My Stories
Look at that. A full-grown woman pulling off pigtails. Her crazy is off the charts.
((I give Khell, Hal, Diov, and Soviet each 1/4 of an awesome point because I can only hand out one at once and I like everyone. D:
Now, who can I use as a Godmoding character?
...I know. The one. The ONE.
The one I have been roleplaying for over ten years.
The one who has visited so many alternate dimensions and has taken so many forms and defeated so many gods, her strength is limitless.
The one who's still afraid of spiders.))
The girl stood quietly, overlooking the carnage with a neutral eye.
She had worn many uniforms, and the one she took now was a combination of the ones she had worn over the years. Green and gold breastplate, a pearlescent katana strapped to her back crossing with a matching green and gold bow. Runes on the back of each of her hands, and one on her forehead as well. High boots with tiny wings on the ankles, and a large, strappy trenchcoat with more pockets than she knew what to do with.
Natane Sasaki.
Star Warrior of Mariposa and Avatar of the Goddess Aurora. Preserver of the bonds between the worlds. The Omnus Soul. The Bearer of the Runes. One half of the Veil of Truth and bearer of the Universe Blade.
Mistress of the Phoenix. A star incarnate.
And a pretty damn good cook.
"...Where the heck am I?" she wailed.
Japancakes.
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