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SCUMHUNT GAMES - FINAL ROUND [COMPLETED]; GAME OVER
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Topic Started: Feb 20 2012, 11:09 PM (2,368 Views)
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Syrassil
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Feb 29 2012, 09:22 AM
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Right. All of this is so silly.
You are siding with Snow, even though he can't joint win with anyone. The only one that can win, right now, is the Power/Power combo. To all of you, the only way you could have joint won, was to side with Aviana/Talon, or any other couple that wasn't the Power/Power or Snow/Blood. You are just working towards letting Snow/Blood get a solo-win right now.
So yeah, good job, everyone. I admit defeat. Hurr.
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Flicker
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Feb 29 2012, 09:34 AM
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Think you're not taking some things into consideration, man.
Edited by Flicker, Feb 29 2012, 09:35 AM.
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Nyon
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Feb 29 2012, 12:54 PM
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the final blow... The six of them looked at each other, their gaze slowly shifting to each other player. There was a certain tension in the air, but not everyone felt it.
"Hey guys, can we, uh, get this done quickly? I'm not liking that deadly looking crack in the sky," said Flicker, squinting his eyes at the infernal red flaw in the horizon.
"Yeah, I agree," Blood said, stretching his arms out. "Could someone else start this thing? I am only capable of love."
"That...isn't creepy at all..." said Draco, cracking his knuckles. Flicker quickly spun around at Draco's voice.
"Holy crap, where did you come from!?"
"I was your partner...this whole time..."
"Come on guys, like we planned," interjected Snow, raising his hammer once more.
Syrassil and Scout looked around shocked.
"Wait a bloody second here!" Syrassil snapped, "Why are you turning on me? Can't you see that if you do this, Snow has the advantage?"
"Hey, I exist too..." Blood countered quietly.
"Actually, both our teams got an even amount of voting power. Look into the abilities a bit," stated Draco in a matter-of-fact way.
Snow stepped forward. "In any case, it's time we finished this game."
The four nodded in unison as they descended upon the lesbian couple.
Results!
DEAD: Syrassil - Skill Scout - Heart
WINNERS: SnowRemnant - Skill BloodRayne - Passive
Flicker - Heart Draco12387 - Power
Congratulations to the winners!
EPILOGUE FLAVOUR WILL POSTED SOON
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Syrassil
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Feb 29 2012, 02:53 PM
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Oh man. This is so silly.
Power/Heart does indeed stop the Skill/Passive's ability. God, why didn't I think of this?
Well played, all of you. Good game.
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Aviana
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Feb 29 2012, 07:14 PM
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Nyon, your flavor made me CRACK. UP. So hard.
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Nyon
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Mar 12 2012, 09:50 PM
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EPICLOGUE As the Noms from Syrassil and Scout rose and split in the air, the four victors rose their crystals over their heads. The Noms flew brilliantly in a spiral, circling them all, until they each entered the last remaining crystal of Power, Skill, Passive, and Heart. As soon as the light show ended, a surge of energy was whisked into the bodies of SnowRemnant, Bloodrayne, Draco, and Flicker. Their veins began to shimmer in the light of their crystals.
"This is incredible!" Draco shouted.
"This, feels like my power is returning!" said Snow, in an almost euphoric laugh.
"So this is the power of the admins!" Blood screamed with a grin.
"Why do I feel so benevolent!?" yelled Flicker, slightly confused.
Their godlike euphoria was cut short though, when an echoing rip snapped them from their reveries. The domed atmosphere around the garden was becoming more fragile. Crimson cracks began stretching from the horizon, revealing the true blood red sky of Scumville.
The gates of the crystal palace began to slowly open, the sound of scraping rasping the ears of everyone outside. They eventually revealed the figure of a man, a wooper on his shoulder.
"Quickly!" he yelled. Startled at the suddenness of his outburst, they all dashed into the castle.
"Nyon!" yelled Snow, "What is happening out there?!"
"The balance is tilting too far! The games have been too much for this plane! We need to reset the equilibrium or this entire world is going to repolarize into an enigma of it's previous..."
Nyon turned to the four champions, all of whom were blinking in confusion.
"Uh, right. Just follow me, I'll try to explain better as we go." The four of them just nodded and followed.
They ran into the central throne room, where a large device stood in the middle of it.
"During the games, we harvested the Admin's powers to put everyone on an even playing field. These were put in the forms of the Crystals you all hold.
For each action one performs as an Admin, there is an equal reaction on a parallel field of existence. In our case it happens that Talon governs this plane. Since there were no admin actions on his plane, all of the reactions would happen there, and we had a balance on both sides. "
Nyon pressed a button on the device as it whirred into activity. A rumble could be heard from outside, showing a startling expression in the host. Flicker caught on to it. "Then what's going on out there now?" he asked.
Nyon sighed. "Well, when we moved a portion of the power away from their rightful owners and into Flipside, the balance of force began to intertwine. With actions and reactions occurring in the same plane, its integrity diminished. At this rate this world will end up like Fli-" he stopped himself for a second, "-cker's alter ego..." They all stood confused, not knowing what he meant by that. Nyon's wooper wooped loudly to notify the device was ready. "All right, everyone gather round and place your crystals in front of you."
They all did as they were told, circling around the great device. Snow's blue crystal of Skill floated in front of him. Blood casually spun his yellow crystal of Passivity on his finger. Flicker stared at his pink crystal of Heart for a little while longer, but then released it to float in front of him as well. Draco held his red crystal of Power tight, hoping he'd be able to keep it at least a few seconds more, but he soon reluctantly held it out as well. With that final action, the device sparked out, retrieving each crystal and snapping them to it's core.
Nyon grabbed the Tome of Chronicles from his cloak, growing it to it's rightful size. He opened it to begin the incantation, but hissed as the pages began to burn his hands. It must be done quick, he thought, this is cutting it a lot closer than I had hoped... He whispered to the book, evoking it's connections to all the world's inhabitants. The pages understood his words, and began to turn on their own. Page after page, it grew faster and faster, and the crystal device glowed brighter and brighter.
"Look!" shouted Draco to the other champions. As they looked around the room, glowing silhouettes of people began to appear round them. In a golden aura, these figures began to emerge from Limbo. They recognized them as the players they fought alongside with and against during their trials. Soon various features sparked into reality. The first to become fully recognizable was Zephyr, the all-father, standing atop his throne in glory. The second was Aviana, on her throne right beside him. Soon all the inhabitants of Scumville blessed the halls of the palace.
Then the device sparked once more, releasing the light from the crystals across the room. An azure ray impacted the All-father, engulfing him in his godly aura once more. A rose tinted ray wrapped itself around the Admin of heart, returning all of her magic to its rightful state. A crimson ray connected with the Northern Champion, restoring his administrator strength. The final yellow ray swooped into the crowd, restoring the innate skill of the former admin.
With a clap of the tome, the device gave one final wave of energy. As it hit the four champions, a beautiful sculpture of them was crafted behind them, each with an engraving titling them as the Champions of Power, Skill, Passive and Heart.
Outside, Scumville was slowly forming back to its original state. With the admin's powers rightfully restored, the plane's balance was in tact, and it began to heal itself naturally. Mt. Zephyrian's main body began to build itself out again, the southern farmlands were once again flat and stalagmite free, and the giant fissures tearing apart the landscape began to slowly close as if nothing had happened. Even the structures lost in the disasters began to rebuild themselves.
As the device slowed to a stop, the crowd cheered and applauded. The efforts of the Champions were rewarded in celebration. With a snap of his finger, Nyon brought up a banquet table with a miraculous feast for all to eat and share.
"Come now friends! Let us eat in celebration!" Nyon shouted. Everyone laughed and cheered as they all rushed to the dining table. The amount of food that was displayed on said table were tremendous. Every variety from roasted turkey to Asian cuisine to fast food to candy. Every appeal and taste was accounted for, and everyone had their favourites to choose from.
"Hold on," Zephyr said, in the middle of devouring a turkey leg, "we're not through with this betrayal bit ye-"
As he was finishing his sentence, he realized that Nyon had in fact vanished in the confusion of the feast.
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Out of sight from anyone, Nyon spun a tiny violet crystal between his fingers. He looked down at his companion, who stared up with an anticipating look. The chronicler smiled. "Don't worry Shoop, it'll be soon." The wooper hopped around happily, cooing his usual cry. Nyon chuckled as he quietly pocketed the Amethyst of Hope and slinked his way back into the party.
Edited by Nyon, Mar 12 2012, 09:56 PM.
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TalonJay
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Apr 20 2012, 12:19 AM
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Fair warning, this is pretty long. But probably worth it as far as foreshadowing goes.
Epilogue 2: Electric Boogaloo A blinding light shone on the horizon, creeping and invading upon Flipsides existence more intrusively than any occupying army that had ever marched on to the shores of a weaker nation. Flipside had always been a patchwork existence, composed of copies and scraps of planes of existence Talon found enjoyable all stitched up together into something new. The old girl had withstood assault from Limbo time and time again, but being used as a dumping ground for admin powers had proven too much. The seams were beginning to loose, and through them- the light of nothingness bled through.
The physical laws, what little there were, went first. Ironically as it were, since with light no longer travelling at a set speed- Flipside was instantly flushed into darkness. In many parts of that universe light flew at unfathomable speeds many times what sentient beings had come to expect, yet on the only planet that really matters, Flipsides version of Earth, light had settled in at a comfy 16 miles per hour. A speed not unlike your grandma setting off for Sunday brunch. A dull dusk, the only light source remaining was that of Limbo ravenous appetite. A cruel trick, as the populous found, in one moment you might rejoice that you could finally see again after eons of indeterminate darkness. (Time didn't really work anymore either.) And the next? You no longer existed.
The carnage was completely random in scope. The Zephyr Pit vanished, followed by Saturn. The loss of Orion's Belt foreshadowed the void swallowing a mexican restaurant and two desk fans that had been laying out in a Nevadan junk yard. Finally the seams that bound Flipside together burst fully open and the void greedily rushed in. All of existence vanished in two tenths of a second. That is, save for two square inches of grass and the man occupying that space.
In that moment TalonJay began glowing a deep purple. The energy radiated off of him and, like seeking like, bled into the void. Yet Limbo couldn't easily consume void energy. And like an unstoppable force finally saying hello to the unmovable object all was still, if only for a moment. Then, clattering. Perverted reality and unreality shook with deep tremors, each straining to overtake the other yet each unyielding.
"Need to time this just right..."
Despite the Nom energy pacifying it to the best of its ability, limbo crept ever forward, nullifying existence millimeter by millimeter. At this point, Talon had lost a big toe, two fingers and an ear. More than that- they never existed. Then just as Flipside and its creator were about to be consumed, Talon threw open his trenchcoat, dumping every object, memory and thought he had ever collected along with the full force of the Noms he had obtained. Not a lot, but just enough to make a spark that, at just the right moment, might change everything.
In the end, neither reality nor unreality won the war that was waged. Instead, one bled into the other, turning inside out like a snake eating his own tail. And yet the light of Limbo yielded. The infinite stretch of membrane between planes now played host to a reality of its own that played by no one else's rules. Not even it's own.
And there, washed up on the shore of one of a million identical beaches adjacent to a million identical create your own waffle bars stretched along an infinite number of dimensions and perspectives lay a man. A man who, at this time, was currently the single occupant of this new existence. Single occupant, creator, and lord. Sputtering chocolate seawater out of his mouth, he grinned in self satisfaction.
"I risked everything, but it worked!" TalonJay stood victoriously, dusting himself off.
"Limbo is mine."
The End
Edited by TalonJay, Apr 20 2012, 12:25 AM.
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KenjiYoi
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Apr 20 2012, 12:28 AM
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.... Oh shit, Zephyr just got competition.
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Syrassil
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Apr 20 2012, 12:44 AM
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Ohoho, veeeery nice, Talon!
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Aviana
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Apr 20 2012, 07:25 AM
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Awesome. Kenji, Zephyr's only got competition in the parallel realm.
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Zephyr
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May 16 2012, 11:13 AM
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Pffft, he can have Limbo. What a terrible existence, if you could even call it that.
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