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| A Battle of Witts; Gol vs. Cewebwalz | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jul 4 2011, 09:39 AM (464 Views) | |
| Cewebwalz | Jul 4 2011, 09:39 AM Post #1 |
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Henshin a go-go baby
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(Scratch the tittle. ANYONE CAN JOIN, BATTLE ROYALE WOO!) Middle of no-where. 1 in the morning. Jesse was awake for some strange reason, and he stared down at the floor. A rope, in the middle of no-where? All too strange. He kicked the rope. He touched the rope. He picked up the rope. Further away from him was a line, in the middle of the desert. Some weird tribal probably set this up. A crazy tradition, he thought to himself. He wrapped the rope around his hand, and stomped his feet into the ground. He pulled a little on the rope. And surprisingly, far away from him, he saw a figure. He hadn't noticed due to fatigue, or maybe the other person was just staying still, but he saw someone alright. On the other end of the rope, someone tugged. Jesse was pulled forward a inch, unprepared. What was this, some kind of contest? Jesse pulled on the rope, this time a bit harder then before. The other person responded with an even harder pull. Jesse lost his footing for a second, before he regained his composure, and started walking backwards. The rope was being pulled as far as it could possibly go. And it was time....to dance. A sudden sensation washed over Jesse. His blood-shot eyes glistened, and cleared his throat. A magnificent shout was coming up from his very insides. It was go time. Jesse lost control. He looked up in the air, and like some wild dog howling at the moon, he screamed. "TUG-OF-WARRRRRRRR!" |
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Jesse Winters - Penitentiary Pugilist 8(+2).5.7.5.5.8.4, Level: 4 -HC- Grace Van Vliet - Indie Incinerator 5.7.7.5.5.4.7, Level: 3 -HC-
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| Golgotha | Jul 4 2011, 09:44 AM Post #2 |
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I could live in a hole
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Lidie acknowledgement the challenge, grunted and rubbed her hands in the sandy earth. She didn't rightfully know what was in the middle of this rope but obviously it was worth fighting for, she was tugged instantly and almost lost her footing but raider recovered and yanked harder before firmly planting her feet into the dirt. Why the fuck was this going down? Maybe some random was getting a kick from this somewhere on some cliff top but who cared? She was in a fight now and she wanted this rope. "C'mon then you bastard give me what you've got!" |
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Lidie Rider: Level 3 Raider Age: 25-28 SPECIAL: 6.9.7.4.6.6.3 Condition: [x][x][x][x][x][x][x][x][x][x] Weapons: Post War Musket (tier 1) Tribal Sword (tier 2) Flash bang x1 snub-nosed revolver x1 Clothing: Basic Raider Armour (tier 2) Equipment: large hide x2 medium hide x1 psycho x3 gnarled root x1 mapulator 300, secret holotape, pre-war photo, hair gel, x1 bobby pin Kills 12 Companion: Ghilian Kheroseen. | |
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| OvaltinePatrol | Jul 4 2011, 10:09 AM Post #3 |
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A distant bellow brought an end to restless sleep. Elvis' eyes fluttered open and the world of the waking crashed down on him like a sledgehammer. He looked around, trying to get his bearings by the light of the moon. Elvis saw that he was swaying above the ground; hanging though not by his neck. His hands and feet were bound, and all around him was some devilish structure made of scrap metal, wood, and PVC pipes; bound in varying lengths and diameters of cable and rope. The mechanism began to rattle a bit, and there was a slight tearing sound. Elvis looked up as best he could and saw a very thick rope being jerked roughly under a saw. DeSade's brain went into overtime, tracking the movement of the rope and mentally connecting it with the rest of the infernal trap. To his lasting horror he realized that when the thick rope was completely cut through, he would be truly hung by the neck. He attempted to shout out, but could only produce a muted cough. |
| Suvarna Vishnavi: Level 3. S:4 P:4 E:4 C:8 I:9 A:5 L:7. 24 y.o. female of Indian descent, usually covers up as much as possible. | |
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| XeroSnake | Aug 30 2011, 05:47 PM Post #4 |
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Funkay Fresh Judo Mastah
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"TUG-OF-WAARRRR!!!!" The Strangely familiar bellow was enough to wake Goy from his guilty stupor-like sleep. He hadn't killed that poor Roach girl but two days ago. It almost seemed like he'd never get over it. Who's think that Goy Deat, of ALL people, who feel guilty for killing someone. But nothing of the sort came to mind when Goy awoke. It was instead 'what the hell?' He got out from his bed roll next to a rock to investigate the noise... he ran towards it. And soon enough, although a little hard to see, it was Jesse Winters, an old friend of Goy's. He was tugging on a rope on one end, and some unfamiliar girl at the other end. Goy used to participate in this game as a child, it was called "Tiga-gan-War", 'tug of war'. Goy ran up to Jesse and began pulling on his side of the rope "Mistar Winters!" He said loudly and with a heavy accent, "Why in goodness's name are you.... playing, tug of war?" |
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"BEHOLD!" An old man dressed like a Wizard screams at the top of his lungs. He holds an empty bottle of whiskey and his long use-to-be-white beard is all gray and crusty. "Wizard" as you know keep calling him in your mind, is standing next to a cardboard box with "THE CASTL" painted on it. Suddenly, it's all you see. Everything except for Wizard and his box turns to white. Congratulations. You have entered the first level of hell. Goy Deat, the Tribal assassin! Matthew Erikson, the timid theif! | |
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| Cewebwalz | Aug 31 2011, 03:42 AM Post #5 |
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Henshin a go-go baby
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Jesse's eyes burned with the intent of a thousand suns. His hands burnt into the rope. He had one goal in life now. One destiny to attend. Win the game. Achieve victory. Destroy, destroy, destroy. He hardly noticed when Goy met him at his side. Winters lost concentration for a moment, and saw his ghoul homeboy face to face. "GOY! Pull harder, I NEED TO WIN THIS!" Jesse kept pulling, kept trying, kept exerting force on the rope. He was determined now. He wouldn't accept a loss. If he did, he didn't know what he did. Bury himself in the sand then hope for death perhaps. "And goy. Sometimes, you just see a rope. You just feel the need. You just know that if you don't pull with all your might, their might be something lost. You'll never experience the feeling. The beautiful feeling, of dominating the rope. Showing the rope who's boss. And when someone else is competing with you? You just got to pull through. And fuck up who ever is on the other side." |
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Jesse Winters - Penitentiary Pugilist 8(+2).5.7.5.5.8.4, Level: 4 -HC- Grace Van Vliet - Indie Incinerator 5.7.7.5.5.4.7, Level: 3 -HC-
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| Lucy_Littlething | Aug 31 2011, 03:44 AM Post #6 |
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Scavenger
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Lucy heard what could only be called a "ruckus" going on nearby and went to investigate. "Tug of war?" she asked curiously to nobody in particular. "Count me in!" Lucy grabbed the rope and took a place at Jesse's end. She had no idea why, and had she been asked she'd reply "Why the hell not? When in New Reno!" she moved down the line. Taking the end of the rope and wrapping it around her belt and planted herself firmly. All 30 odd kg of her was now secured tightly to the rope. "Boo Yeah!" she cried, grabbing with her hands and trying to pull, doing little but hurting her hands. |
![]() Lucy Littlething (Level 2) S.P.E.C.I.A.L.: 4, 6, 2, 8, 10, 6, 4. Inventory Bubblegum, Gumdrops, Can of Pudding, Switchblade, BB gun, Buffout capsules x1 Con-duct-ors hat, Science kit, Workbench tools. PC Space Blaster (Tier One PC Magneto Pistol) Clothing: Wasteland Girlscouts Uniform Currency: 10 Louisiana Board of Education dollars, 2 small hides. Status Effects: N/A | |
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| Golgotha | Aug 31 2011, 12:49 PM Post #7 |
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I could live in a hole
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It was lucky that Lidie had the superhuman strength of two men and a little girl or she'd be screwed. She pulled with all her might until the veins on her forehead pulsated with the fury of one thousand venomous snakes...she pulled so hard a little bit of poop came out. She needed a miracle now...or some buffout. |
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Lidie Rider: Level 3 Raider Age: 25-28 SPECIAL: 6.9.7.4.6.6.3 Condition: [x][x][x][x][x][x][x][x][x][x] Weapons: Post War Musket (tier 1) Tribal Sword (tier 2) Flash bang x1 snub-nosed revolver x1 Clothing: Basic Raider Armour (tier 2) Equipment: large hide x2 medium hide x1 psycho x3 gnarled root x1 mapulator 300, secret holotape, pre-war photo, hair gel, x1 bobby pin Kills 12 Companion: Ghilian Kheroseen. | |
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| OvaltinePatrol | Aug 31 2011, 06:27 PM Post #8 |
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Elvis DeSade looked up as he slowly twisted in the air, his eyes focusing so intently on the spot where the saw met the rope that he was able to ignore the world around him spinning. He could hear shouting in the distance and the rope suddenly held taut towards one direction; was he being rescued? He struggled mightily against his ropes but couldn't get any leverage, nor could he call out. I had to have offended someone more than usual to get in this position, he thought; but no especially dramatic incidents came to mind. He honestly didn't know who it might have been. With his abysmal luck it was probable that there was no spectacular past offense, perhaps just his normal behavior set off one of those quiet, maniacal types. After holding fast in one direction for several moments, the rope began making slight movements again; the saw snapping the fibers of the rope on a microscopic level. |
| Suvarna Vishnavi: Level 3. S:4 P:4 E:4 C:8 I:9 A:5 L:7. 24 y.o. female of Indian descent, usually covers up as much as possible. | |
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| XeroSnake | Sep 2 2011, 07:09 AM Post #9 |
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Funkay Fresh Judo Mastah
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This woman on the other side of the rope must have superhuman endurance, or she'd be on the floor already. Maybe it was pure luck on he part. But something caught Goy's eye a minute ago.... A little child? She had just jumped in without much notice. Goy wasn't surprised, though, he barely knew what was going on anyway. All he knew was that he should help Jesse. Goy's hands started to feel a burning sensation from the rope. They were sweaty, and caused him to almost slip once once or twice. Goy kept a leaned back position, all his weight on the rope. He could feel sweat on his brow. He pulled a little harder. Goy looked over to the Child, and without really introducing himself, asked, "Child, what are you doing in the middle of no where?" |
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"BEHOLD!" An old man dressed like a Wizard screams at the top of his lungs. He holds an empty bottle of whiskey and his long use-to-be-white beard is all gray and crusty. "Wizard" as you know keep calling him in your mind, is standing next to a cardboard box with "THE CASTL" painted on it. Suddenly, it's all you see. Everything except for Wizard and his box turns to white. Congratulations. You have entered the first level of hell. Goy Deat, the Tribal assassin! Matthew Erikson, the timid theif! | |
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| Cewebwalz | Nov 20 2015, 01:01 PM Post #10 |
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Henshin a go-go baby
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The showdown left to a draw, the rope not as taught as when it was actively battled over. Elivs's fate is left to mystery. |
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