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The Revenge of the Crimson Striker
Topic Started: 18 Sep 2012, 11:30 (1,745 Views)
Saint
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The Last Storm Ruler
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The stage was set. The lights dimmed as participants were lined up on the playing field and spectators took their seat. Smoke erupted at the center and strobes of neon lights flashed. Music began to play.

A figure rose from the center. The crowd, mostly consisting of young children, started to cheer at the recognition of their idol.

Clothed in solid red and white armor with a mechanical gauntlet strapped to his right arm was the iconic figure of all of Tin Pin: Striker Red. The music roared and climaxed at his arrival. He struck a dynamic pose.

"Strikers!" his voice boomed throughout the arena. "Heroes of Shibuya, I welcome you to the Intergalactic Federation of Tin Pin Heroes! You are the selective few who have battled through countless trials, defeated the most vile of villains, and have proven your worth to be called a Striker of Tin Pin. Gathered here is the greatest generation of Strikers that have ever walked through these halls since Striker Gold!"

"The greatest?" a deep voice usurped the stage. "Don't make me laugh, Striker Red."

There was a small burst from the back of the stage as smoke and debris flew everywhere. The spotlight beamed down on the new figure that appeared out of nowhere.

It was a brawny man with broad shoulders, cloaked in heavy crimson armor, a cape flowing over his shoulders, and his face hidden beneath a crimson plated helmet shaped with crowned horns.

"No!" cried Striker Red. "It's... Impossible! Oh by what evil has befallen these halls of heroes. It is he who defeated Striker Gold, he who bested the Legendary Tin Pin Strikers, he who once walked these halls and betrayed us all! It's-- it's--"

"I am," the adversary drew a large sword from his back and pointed its edge at Red, "The Crimson Striker!"

"No! Not the Crimson Striker!"

"And I challenge you, all of you, Strikers! You dare to call yourselves the best?! Ha! None of you are worthy enough to challenge me! But I shall give you all a fair chance. I shall give you all hope-- and take it all from you once and for all. But first, I shall only accept the challenge of the best Striker of you all! You shall all decide with a tournament!

"And to give you hope, as I said before, in this tournament, should anyone lose, they shall give their most powerful Pin to the victor! Thus, will only the greatest be able to challenge me on equal grounds. If you fear my power, flee now! If you wish to stay and fend me off, then I challenge thee!"


A chair rose at the back along with a set of stairs that escalated. The Crimson Striker climbed those stairs and took his seat on his throne. "Now then, let the tournament begin!"

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The Rules

  • First, Learn the game play.
    Sign up if you already haven't.
    An example provided to familiarize yourself with the game.

  • Second, the victor of each match shall receive the defeated Pins-- only the one with the highest ATK. Yen cost and Grade of Pin are irrelevant.

  • Finally, before each match, each Pin set will be listed as following:

    /pin000/ (pin) 000 (attack)
    /pin000/ 000
    /pin000/ 000

    *provide each Pin, their attack, and what formation they will proceed in. The first Pin listed will go first, followed by the one listed after, and so on.
Edited by Saint, 18 Sep 2012, 11:44.
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The first contestants please come to the stage!

Lorainne Quinn

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Joyce Kai
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"All contestants please form a single-filed line," the gangly young man's voice echoed obnoxiously through the worn bullhorn, "I repeat: Could all the contestants please form a single-filed line here? And all spectators must return to the stands at this time. I repeat: All spectators must return to the stands at this time"

The narrow hallway was cluttered with a horde children and their parents or friends who’d come to wish them good luck. Clustered masses of people made the air within the tight space dense and clammy. Hatsumomo wrinkled her nose in disgust at the compacted stench of sweat, poor hygiene, and mania that had accumulated. She casually pushed every being shorter than her out of her way as she walked forward, shooting an icy glare at those stupid enough to protest and stopping them cold. Hatsu grabbed Quinn by his wrist and ducked into the line once she was in the official’s field of vision.

More officials arrived to check off the names of each participant after the excess of the crowd had finally scattered out to the arena.
With one hand Hatsu pulled a side of her jacket over her nose, “How long are they gonna make us wait in this sty?” her voice muffled, though she doubted her partner could hear her over the loud shrieks of their crazed competitors.

She combed her fingers through her hair and tapped her foot until one officials stopped in front of her.

“Lémieux, Charlotte.” Hatsumomo said as she leaned closer to the woman, making sure she spoke loud enough so as not to repeat herself.

They were all allowed to walk out to the arena once all the bureaucratic nonsense had been dealt with, a waft of fresh, cool air welcoming them as they entered.

Hatsumomo looked around as they made their way to the stage, the bright lights focusing on them made it hard to tell how many seats were empty. But there was one thing she couldn’t miss, the t.v. cameras. They were plotted all thoughout the area, she wasn’t told this was being broadcasted. Hatsu kept her eyes forward, pretending as though she hadn’t seen them while she wondered what this could entail.

An explosion of smoke and flashes of lights began once they had taken their placse. Hatsumomo looked on, unimpressed, as the music began to blare. What was this? Some over-rated tween idol concert?

She tried to keep herself from cringing as the two psychopaths on stage went about with their play in their ridiculously ostentatious costumes, biting the inside of her lip as the children roared with approval over the freak show. This was so painful.

To her surprise, Quinn’s name was called first.

Hatsu turned to look up at her partner, placing her hand on his arm. “Lucky you, Queeny. Hopefuly that luck doesn’t wear off before the match. I expect to see you in the finals with me.” With that Hatsumomo turned around and left for the stands, her hair whipping through the air as she spun.
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Curious and unsure, Quinn allowed himself to be pulled along by his partner. More than once did Quinn gently put a hand out to stop a child from running in front of her. The whole time his eyes were on the new decorations and the officials. How were they going to make this competition work with so many people?

Wide eyed, Quinn watched the bright profusion of lights, hand over one ear to deafen the noise. It was a sheer overload of color and sound. All the same, he had to hand it to the event producer. They certainly knew how to stir up the crowd. He almost felt excited. Almost.

Any excitement he might have felt was overwritten with a deep-seated nervousness. What if he chose the wrong pins? What if the final contestant had pins with impossible attack numbers?

Quinn sighed heavily, closing his eyes. All the bright lights were beginning to get to him. How was it Hatsumomo had said earlier? They would win. They had to win, and they would. Looking at her now, the attractive female was completely nonplussed. There was no worry in her face. Disgust and impatience, but nothing that could be remotely seen as anxiety.

"You have the look of a winner, Hatsu." Quinn smiled slightly, watching her frown and scowl at all the 'peasants' around them.

Trying to settle his mind, Quinn watched this "Crimson Striker". Who is he? I wonder how he feels in the center of it all... Quinn pondered quietly, gazing at the intricate colored armor of the head honcho. Either that was a very plain and ordinary man getting paid an extremely large sum to host such an event, or he was one of those types that wanted to be a hero to the everyday child.

Either way, he was probably the most comfortable in the room. As the Crimson Striker took his seat, Quinn's blue eyes wandered over the line behind them. The room was filled with just so many people...he stopped listening to everything around him as he began to size up his competition.

"Lucky you, Queeny." Hatsumomo's hand fell lightly on his arm, "Hopefully that luck doesn’t wear off before the match. I expect to see you in the finals with me." Confused, Quinn opened his mouth to ask what she meant until he heard the official repeat his name.

Shock spread suddenly across Quinn's features and his head snapped toward the stage.

Without replying to Hatsumomo, Quinn stumbled sideways out of the line, over one of the smaller contestants beside him in his anxiety. It was almost comical to see the tall, lanky man stumble and then slowly walk toward the center, pretending nothing had happened.

It was good thing he hadn't yet noticed the TV cameras.

"Quinn." Quinn enunciated his name simply to designate himself when asked by the official. He held out the handful of pins he was entering, spreading them in his right hand to hide the bold numbers of the timer.

Deck Configuration: 5 Pin Slots


Quiet with apprehension, Quinn wrung his hands as he waited for his opponent. His fingers rubbed idly into the skin where he knew the timer was slowly but steadily ticking down...
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Joyce hadn’t heard his own name in a long time, even if it was an alias. During his tenure as a living human being, he did his best to go by unnoticed. Those who knew his name never talked to him long enough to ever care to refer to him by name. The only person he was close to was his partner Cricket, and she couldn’t talk. The nature of their relationship was twisted and beautiful. How we wished he could see her. Instead she was buried in a crowd of grubby fifth graders who had the sex appeal of rotted junk food. Her quiet smile would’ve been exactly what he needed. His attention shifted to his opponent.

“Lorraine Quinn? Why is everyone in this game so white? Do Japanese people like NOT die in Shibuya? Is the Composer murdering tourists? Goddamn, I’m seriously like the only native here, man...”

The opponent was worth taking a peek at. He was, by all definitions, a gorgeous man. It was like he was sculpted and painted by angels. He was not going to let another gorgeous man beat him. The beautiful elite have always kicked him around. “Dad…the Madness man…and now you? I won’t let you win.” Joyce looked at the Madness Pin, he had to win this…or that man was going to kill the only two people in the world he cared about. He had to focus on beating Quinn. Which would be easy with his vendetta against beautiful people, he would just have to repress a few gay thoughts.

Joyce slyly slid three pins through his fingers, and glared at his opponent with his signature smirk. “I may or may not be undressing you in my mind, no big deal.” The base ATK of his pins were shit, but they made up for it with combat efficiency. Sadly the ATK was that mattered in Tin Pin, after all he couldn’t zap Noise in a game for living children. He had one pin with decent ATK over 4 of his opponent’s pins and that Madness Pin the man gave him. He knew he had this in the bag, while the Madness still lasted. Joyce felt an uncontrollable passion and thirst for knowledge cultivate in his mind as he touched the pin.

/pin075/ Electric Warning (ATK: 130)
/pin278/ Sushi (ATK: 58)
Posted Image Unknown “Madness” Pin (ATK: 250+)

"SLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMM OOOOOOONNNNNNN!!!!"
Edited by Jonzy, 10 Oct 2012, 09:58.
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