City of Godmoding ((Silly Open Fight RP))
By
Hallucinogen_NA,
Posted on: 2007-02-17 15:49 in Roleplaying
((Have you ever seen Casshern? I know I broke the rules here a little, but I feel that Soviet's post needs a little more spice...))
"I'm going to have to compensate for this," Dross muttered as he sunk his red eye into his face and stood up against the withering fire.
It was like pushing against a metal wall that kept hammering into him. As he put his left leg back to brace against the ground, he held up his forearms to block against the rounds, flattening the blades and widening their mass to adequately defend against the unrelenting assault.
Standing fully up, he started lurching forward. Spikes shot out of the soles of his feet, further bracing him and he slowly pushed into the barrage. Suddenly, the fire stopped and he sprang forward several yards into the midst of the Flash Gitz.
"Odd."
When he morphed the shield back to arms and regrew his red eye, he saw the Flash Gitz. Each of the crack Ork soldiers were aiming their reloaded ridiculous weaponry at him and grinning evilly.
My Stories
Look at that. A full-grown woman pulling off pigtails. Her crazy is off the charts.
((BAHAHAHA. XD Oh dear, I seem to have been absent, not to mention my internet connection dying last night when I WANTED to poat this. . .lessee, tally. First, I grant Soviet an awesome point for his spectacular autoing of me. XD;; Which makes. . .))
((Soviet-4.25, Khell-1.25, Diov-0.25, me-0.25, others-squat.))
((Also. . . DEUS EX MACHINA ACTIVATE!))
Indeed, there was absolutely nothing left of the Ear Overlord's massive stronghold. The Rok had obliterated it completely. But the Ear Overlord himself was, apparently, not defeated so easily. Or else his controller was a sore-[censored] poor sport.
The sky darkened, and thunder boomed, as a fell light shone down on the few Ear Miners who had been far enough away from the Fortress of Ubiquitous Respite when the Rok hit. A deep and terrible voice boomed throughout the vast battlefield.
"YOU CANNOT HIDE. THE EAR OVERLORD HEARS ALL! RISE, MY SERVANTS, LIKE AN UNDEAD ABOMINATION IN SOME HORROR MOVIE!"
"Iirvax has heard our prayers! The Ear Overlord has transcended his mortal existence!" yelled an Ear Miner as it struggled against the massive tide of Orks that was quickly wiping out all that remained. "FOR THE OVERLORD!"
And massive waves of energy rippled away from the few remaining Ear Miners as they rose into the air, the might of the Ear Overlord rushing into them, Orks flying in all directions. At the last minute, the Ear Overlord had called out to his sinister god, the mighty Iirvax. He would not let his faithful servants be destroyed. In fact, they had just Ascended.
The Ascended Ear Miners each swung their pickaxes through the air, and the Orks flew every which way in the face of the terrible might of the Overlord. Their path clear, they turned to glare at Dross, even as their fallen comrades rose from the ground one by one, glowing with the terrible light of Ascension.
((And you probably need to say WHICH god power youre using. XD There are six kinds: Auto-Death, Auto-Counter, Auto-Control, Deus Ex Machina, Transformation, and Mass Destruction. Each one usable every fifty posts. Theyre outlined in the first post but I can clarify if need be. That was a Deus Ex Machina, identifiable by how I used it to save my sorry hide. 
Im assuming Soviet used Auto-Death on me.))
((And now is time for my Mass Destruction Bit.))
The Ear Miners had just made a big mistake.
They were now in the air.
Bad move.
The tunnel the Phyrexians had carved through the earth suddenly rumbled.
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H'taed finished weaving his titanic mub bomb into the center of the tunnel. He held his hands to his ears and detonated it...
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*KAAAAAAAAAAAAFREAKINGBOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!*
An explosion erupted from both ends of the giant tunnel through the planet, a massive beam of pure red electrical energy.
It extended past the stars, past the universe, the sheer magnatude of the beam was enough to obliterate a star.
That wasn't what H'taed had been aiming for, however.
The electrical energy passing through the beam immediately raidiated across the atmosphere of the entire planet...
Lightning always struck whatever was highest.
*TCHSSSXXXX!*
A thousand, thousand, thousand lightning bolts descended from everywhere and anywhere of the planet's atmosphere, striking and homing in on the helpess ear minions floating in the sky. They all took in enough electrical energy to power the entire Earth for a thousand years and then some. The barrage of electrical lightning bolts kept at it for ten minutes, seeming to freeze the ear people helplessly in the air.
Then the storm stopped.
The minions, (most of whom had simply disintergrated mid-way through the storm) still alive hung in the air for a moment.
Before falling to the ground to burst and explode in showers of gore.
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In the tunnel, H'taed laughed his [censored] off, and began to make plans for his next little trick.
Somewhere in some sort of deific realm, Iirvax facepalmed.
"Well, this sucks," he said.
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((And people seem to be switching characters out for other ones, so I shall make it a rule that you're allowed to and do so myself. XD I didn't like the way the Ear Miners worked out that much anyways. And not just because I got owned. XD;
)
On a distant corner of the planet, there was a great noise like the rushing of wind, though there was no wind. And tongues of flame descended from the heavens, not two or three but more like thirty, all rushing together, the light blinding. . .
And then he stood there, a man in a black suit with dark glasses and a cross symbol on his front. A man who was not really a man at all, as the business card he was putting away demonstrated; men were not admitted into SERAPHIM. No, he was much more than a man. He was Agent RAPHAEL.
RAPHAEL looked around him, his expression cold and unchanging. He had been given sufficient authorization for up to Class C Miracles. He would not waste it.
There was a great deal of violence and discord going on nearby. The Devil's work? Did his influence extend here? No matter. He would deal with it, either way. It was why he was here.
And the noise of the rushing of wind broke out again as wings sprouted from RAPHAEL's back, not two but six, and he shot off in the direction the Fortress of Ubiquitous Respite had been, his hands calmly folded in prayer.
((And if anyone knows what I mean/cares, RAPHAEL is from the same story as Truth Mountainbreeze. XD))
With the momentary distraction of a red lightning barrage ended, Dross turned to the Flash Gitz. Many had simply stared, dumbstruck and drooling, into the sky. The few who turned their attention back to the "tin man" noticed that it's main central eye had sunk back into its face.
"Huh... That's strange..." one grumbled.
Then, dotting all around his body, tiny versions of the original red eye protruded from Dross's mass. A couple Flash Gitz Orks moved from side to side.
"Eerie... one seemz to go where ah go..."
"Yoo, too?"
A red laser beam suddenly erupted from Dross's hip. It burned a hole through one Gitz's arm.
"Calibration sequence," the android's metallic voice seemed to echo from within its form, "Initiated."
And red lasers seemed to pour from his body in every conceivably necessary direction.
My Stories
Look at that. A full-grown woman pulling off pigtails. Her crazy is off the charts.
*BOOMF*
Dust surrounded the fallen figure, who now stood, dusting himself off. He looked down at the grass, which held his imprint.
The imprint was the most disfigured thing ever.
The guy had huge arms, tiny legs, a medium-sized body, a head about the size of those 'Big-Head' cheats on video games, and gigantic hands and feet. His arms were pure red, his legs covered by a lime green pair of jeans, his shirt hot pink and hit jacket sky blue. His head was lemon yellow, and seemed to emit its own light.
He grinned, and his grin went off his face about three inches. He extracted a giant mallet from a tiny back pocket, and began running into a nearby forest, chuckling like a madman.
((Hehehe...
What? It's an RP, and I am an RPaholic.
Plus, I had to see if a character like this would work, but it wouldn't work anywhere else but here for... Several reasons.))
((*Sees above post. Cringes.* "I'm afraid of THAT guy!"))
My Stories
Look at that. A full-grown woman pulling off pigtails. Her crazy is off the charts.
((No. I have never seen casshern. And that wasn't an autokill, that was a 'level city size plus.' In case you didn't notice, it created a dust cloud that spanned the earth.))
The Flash Gitz went down quickly. But they were only the landing party.
Little did the robot know that there were over fifty thousand more Orks pouring from the rok. Next came a large pack of Mega Armored Nobz, the first of which braved the fire, sending a Power Klaw crashing into the side of the bot, knocking him over and fragmenting many of his laser foci. The Nob then proceeded to riddle him with bullets, sending him skidding off of the mound of dirt displaced by the meteor on landing. Once he was downed, he was opened fire upon from the Rok's many, MANY weapons systems, with enough firepower to lay a Monolith low.
((Whoopsie. D)
((Thus, the importance of making it clear which one you're using, as some of us are morons. ))
As the Orks and Dross fought relentlessly, a light shone to the side, and RAPHAEL stood just outside the battlefield, calmly watching the robot fend off hordes of bloodthirsty Orks as they poured out en masse. His wings were gone, and he almost looked like an ordinary man in a black suit and dark glasses.
He was holding out a small business card.
AGENT RAPHAEL
Archangel of the 10th Choir of SERAPHIM
it read, if anyone was able to read it from here. RAPHAEL spoke.
"Hail, mortals. Do not be alarmed," he said, his voice carrying easily over the noise of battle, and sounding in every tongue there was. "I am Agent RAPHAEL, of SERAPHIM. Here is my card. I have received authorization to utilize miraculous force to end this conflict. Stand down and ye shall be spared."
After what seemed an eternity of cannon fire, the Ork army finally paused for a brief moment to check the damage they had done. Peering as ponderously as the quite non-ponderous Orks could manage into the dust cloud, they waited for the air to clear.
A silvery orb, almsot like an egg rested in the center of a massive crater. As a few Orks scratched their heads in wonder, the egg started to change form and was morphed back into a humanoid shape before much longer. A massive, silvery pool seemed to extend from where its legs and feet should have been however. Little did the Orks know, that all their insane assault did was fuel Dross's energy reserves and feed him more materials. They were making more progress destroying his lenses...
"I've suffered some minor structural damage," Dross's impassive, tin-echoed voice issued from his featureless face, "I'll not be making that mistake again."
The Orks aimed their weapons at him, prepared to put him down for the count.
"No no..."
Dross's body suddenly sprouted blades, lots of blades, in varying lengths, widths, and forms. Two blades each extended from his forearms, curving forward well past his hands, and continuously sharpening and vibrating. From his back, spikes protruded, forming a tight little shell of pain. Finally, the pool shrivelled back to Dross, reforming into his legs and feet, the calves bearing bladed fins that curved much like the forearm blades, only upward.
"It's my turn now!"
And like a bullet from one of their war cannons, he smashed through the Ork ranks in a straight line for their Rok. Bodies, limbs, armor and weapons tore away like butter. Before the Rok, Dross stopped. Without turning, he simply launched the spikes on his back. Silvery bars of metal drove through the Ork ranks. Some of the armored soldiers were spared as the spikes lacked enough punch to drive through much more than flesh and bone. After extending back a half mile, Dross pulled back his spikes, leaving gaping holes in a fan of Ork soldiers.
Dross turned back to face them, spikes growing from his shoulders.
"I'm going to have to keep the fighting here... Where it's too close for you to use your ship's weapons."
My Stories
Look at that. A full-grown woman pulling off pigtails. Her crazy is off the charts.
"Dat jus' ain't gon' be possibl', ya metal git." Came a thunderous voice.
Dross was slammed down on to his back by a Power Claw the size of a small car.
"'Cause I ain't 'bout ta let ya beat down my Boyz' Waaagh!"
Warboss Bludmaw himself stood above him, his Quadruple Special Kustom Shoota pointed down at the drone.
He unleahed a withering hail of 25mm Autocannon fire into Dross, cracking and shattering his spikes. The Warboss then smashed him with a mighty backhand, again sending him flying.
And causing him to land right next to the new angelic interloper.
"GIV 'EM DA WHOLE BROADSIDE, BOYZ!" Bludmaw commanded, and the entire Rok opened fire once more. Literally thousands of bullets slammed into the two figures, sending them backflipping for several dozen feet before subsiding.
Then, for an added precaution, an Orky Flyboy swooped low in his Fighta-Bomma, dropping several 500lb. bombs on their heads.
Then, a group of Warbikes ran them over.
And the Rok opened fire again, with every bit of ferocity one could expect from a thousand cannons and missile launchers.
"Hiya buddy! Wow, these people are creepy, ain't they?" a voice spoke behind Raphael, almost cartoonish in pitch, "They's all goin' 'round, killin' each other... And no anvils be droppin' on anyone's head! That just ain't RIGHT!"
The disfigured... Uh, figure, chuckled insanely, as he had done before. He seemed to pop out from a random hole in the ground, which he then picked up, and put in his back pocket, the same one he pulled the random mallet from. The mallet, meanwhile, seemed to have disappeared.
Blasted into the distance, Dross bounced off the ground three quarters of a mile away from the Rok and skidded to a stop two hundred feet later. His metal "skin" hadn't quite been damaged, but his internal workings were quite jarred. He inspected the broken bits, they seemed to be the parts built from the extra materials he had gathered from the Orkish weaponry. Substandard materials after all, though the Orkish armor seemed quite rugged.
He couldn't believe that what seemed to be the leader of these weird, ugly green humanoids would order its own soldiers and ship to fire on his own troops. That meant they either had nearly limitless numbers (which was a disturbing thought in its own right), or they just simply didn't care how many of them died.
Dross stood and scanned the location around him. The stone here seemed to be off color to the rest of the region... It was exceptionally slight, the kind of change that was normally caused by sunlight... but the region was under such a thick cloud of dust, that was impossible.
Scanning closer, Dross saw tiny nanites, roaming haphazardly. Their central consciousness had been severed, and they were struggling to find some form of purpose before their software corrupted and they simply died. His processor buzzed slightly.
"I might be compatible with this..."
((Edit: Read Soviet's post again. Noticed the "angelic" one. Still, Dross didn't know the new guy wasn't one of the Orks (didn't get a good enough look, just a sonar rating that said someone was there). Also, fixed the misspelling of "purpose."))
My Stories
Look at that. A full-grown woman pulling off pigtails. Her crazy is off the charts.
((We didn't fire on our own troops. The Warbike and Bomber flew/drove off. HOWEVER, I like this more. Sure, we kill our own. WE'RE METAL LIKE THAT.))
((<original comment here deleted, for reasons mentioned above> My bad...))
My Stories
Look at that. A full-grown woman pulling off pigtails. Her crazy is off the charts.
((I think Soviet hit poor forgotten Agent RAPHAEL too. XD;)
The smoke from the spectacular assault cleared.
Agent RAPHAEL was getting to his feet. His suit seemed to be repairing itself of its own accord. He was almost untouched, it was. . .
"A miracle," RAPHAEL said, regarding the Orks coldly. "Class D. I will take that as an indication that you do not intend to repent."
His eyes glowed behind his dark glasses, which were not even bent, though they had been a moment before, and the six wings spread from his back again. . .
And pillars of light shot up underneath every living being nearby, any lesser souls vaporized in an instant by the searing brilliance of Heaven itself. RAPHAEL shot into the air, the force of his movement sending the strange newcomer flying to the side as he flew above the battlefield and an orb of light built in his hands.
"Receive the Holy Spirit," he was heard to say as the orb shot down to the Rok like a falling star. The ensuing explosion of radiance was immense.
((And yes, I could be paying more attention to this, I suppose. <_< Silence, infidels. I'm trying. XD))
The Orks all looked at eachother.
"Wull dat was some bright loights."
"Too bad Mork 'n Gork'll protect us!! FER DA GREEN KROOSADE, BOYZ!" Warboss Bludmaw roared before Teleport Zzzzapping himself directly on top of RAPHAEL.
"You done gone an' made me angry!" He spat viciously, "Dat gits you dead, ya git!!"
The Ork swung his mighty Power Claw, sending RAPHAEL hurtling through the air. He teleported on top of him once more, and this time grabbed him, flipping him upside down and crashing his skull into a rock again and again and again.
((It's the Warboss' finishing move, yo.))
((A cartoon madman, a legion of orcs, a cool agent, some husk lord, and a godlike-machine dude...
But enough about me...
Time to bring in my character))
*LIKEOMGROFLBBQSAUCEDINNER*
Who dares anger the Demi-god Nifilheim !?" "More importantly where the hell am I." "And what the hell is that?" said the giant, full blacked, horned, devil incarnate. He had heard the aounds of battle and was bewildered at the thought of some louder than him. "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!?!?"
"Ok then if no one will answer me I'l find out myself." Right after he said that he zoomed off with god-like swiftness almost levitating off the ground.
((He's Dark/Elec, and,like totally awesome in the emo/goth/ i want to go to hell kind of way.
What... Okay, point taken...))
Blood flew everywhere as RAPHAEL's skull was bashed against the rock over and over, but the Warboss had only done it three times before RAPHAEL exploded in a massive whirlwind, sending Bludmaw reeling backwards.
"I had not noticed I was dead," RAPHAEL said, two great swords formed of pure lightning forming in his hands. He raised one to the sky as he charged at Bludmaw, and it instantly darkened, huge thunderheads forming. Rain began to pour down over the battlefield, and as RAPHAEL slashed at the Ork with both his swords, cutting clean through the Power Claw, it seemed the sky was beginning to become just as deadly as he, and the swords to be mirrored in swiftly building thunder.
Dross plunged his hands into the remnants of the flowstone. It was broken, flawed, defunct, and rapidly dying. It remembered having a source, a soul, a purpose, but now it was dying in the aftermath of a great and tremendous cataclysm.
It wanted direction... It needed Dross.
Dross's mind merged with the flowstone and took control. Bits and pieces across the landscape started making its way to the new source, the new central mind. As each piece connected, it took in the new code, the new command, the new form and construction. Dross could feel his reach extending across the planet's(?) surface, working slowly back toward the Orks and their war with Raphael. The mass made no noise, no change... Dross kept up the appearance of the local earth, simultaneously gobbling up what resources he could. Soon, it would be time to strike. Soon... It would be time for vengeance...
Dross wondered at that last bit. Was it his thought, or that of the flowstone? He didn't care. For the moment, their purposes were coinciding, and they were compatible. He would deal with the errant code when the danger cleared...
My Stories
Look at that. A full-grown woman pulling off pigtails. Her crazy is off the charts.
Bludmaw looked in shock as his claw hit the ground.
"Fer dat," He snarled, completely ignoring the storm, "Yew die."
The Ork crashed his Kustom Autokannon into RAPHAEL, smashing him into the ground. The mighty Warboss then wound up...
((Lol, autokill.))
...And smashed the Kannon into Raphael's mouth, picking him up by the jaw and snapping him like a wet paper towel. The Warboss slammed the figure into the ground and stepped on his head, giving him a clear firing line directly through his body. Bludmaw fired off a massive, minute-long burst from his Kannon directly through RAPHAEL. After smashing his skull a few more times, the Warboss grabbed a hold of him and flung him with all of his might directly back into his Rok's landing area, where Hacksaw was already waiting.
The buzzing of Hacksaw's 'serjeri' tools was the last thing RAPHAEL ever heard before he was a puddle of slag and biological waste on the ground.
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The WAAAGH! Cry that followed was heard around the planet and shook all who heard it to the core.
The remains of RAPHAEL's body melted away within seconds, becoming wisps of flame that drifted up to the heavens.
* * * * * *
On a faraway hilltop, RAPHAEL materialized again, the wisps reforming again and solidifying into his tall, stern figure.
Another figure materialized beside him. The dark robe and hood he bore looked like it was made from a suit like RAPHAEL's, stretched and twisted into a gaunt cloak. The being's features were hidden in the dark folds of the garment.
"You see, now, the true purpose of this game," came a cold voice from within the cloak. "It is to prove to you what you so foolishly deny, what I know so well."
"Silence, TWILIGHT," RAPHAEL said. "I will prove to you, in turn, that even if all is indeed futile, if only in this little game of yours, that is no excuse to abandon hope. You are a fool to preach such madness to me."
"You will see, RAPHAEL," TWILIGHT said, drawing a massive scythe from behind his back, darkness flowing around it. "You are a toy, used only for the soft and pleasing assignments. I am the Angel of Death, and I alone see the horror of this world."
And with that, he was engulfed by shadow.
((<.< Yay character exposition? I couldn't help it! XD;)
((I COMMAND YOU, LIIIIIIIIIIVEEEE!!!))
RAPHAEL may have been about to reflect on those words.
He may have been about to think of something important.
Unfortunately, the three-foot-wide buzzsaw that suddenly found itself lodged into his ribcage would not be allowing that.
"WAAAAGH!" Came the voice of the Orky Pilot of the Killa Kan that was currently rending his flesh.
((I thought we burned ourselves out on this... Can we get a situation check? Current positions, landscape details, etc.? I think I remember Dross interfacing with the remnants of the Flowstone...))
My Stories
Look at that. A full-grown woman pulling off pigtails. Her crazy is off the charts.
Dross fell right into a crowd of Slugga Boyz, killing them instantly.
The mob of at least 50 Flash Gitz weren't deterred, however, and their Kustom Shootas opened fire with withering hails of fully automatic .75+ caliber fire.
The shots pinged and panged into him viciously, knocking him down.