Utterly Mad
The Pit => Rec Room => Topic started by: Forrest on September 13, 2015, 04:29:54 pm
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Okay. Okay. Okay okay okay. Fuck it. I can't do stories. I can't do detailed plots. I get bored with them and flip out and don't update and then they die.
SO FUCK IT.
HAVE AN RP. YOU WON'T TALK, YOU WON'T MEET PEOPLE, YOU'LL JUST KILL THINGS IN A POST APOCALYPTIC ARENA. YEAH. HAVE FUN I GUESS.
[b]Name+STAGE NAME:
Age:
Gender:
Appearance:
Personality:
Traits:
Skills:[/b]
ANY QUESTIONS WILL BE ANSWERED. IF YOU HAVE ANY SPECIAL REQUESTS, PM ME WITH WHAT YOU WANT YOUR STARTING WEAPON TO BE, OTHERWISE IT'S RANDOM. THINGS'LL GET MORE INTERESTING THE MORE ROUNDS YOU SURVIVE.
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I DESERVE THAT VOTE. BUT GIMME A CHANCE.
ONE MORE.
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*snickers in the back round*
You didn't hear shit.
Name+STAGE NAME: Buckets
Age: By size around 20
Gender: Male
Appearance: He's tall and thin weighing around 135 pounds, his clothing's a paint can over his head, it has holes where the eyes are, a pair of jeans, a red shawl, a red long-sleeved shirt, a weapon harness with six pistol holsters on the front and two long arm holsters on the back, empty of course, a pair of sneakers, and a pair of sleek leather gloves.
Personality: Buckets is a very enigmatic man.
Traits: Small frame, ambidextrous Small frame
Skills: Pistols and smg's, acrobatics, marksmanship, and hand-to-hand combat.
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ACCEPTED. FUCKING COOL. TWO MORE PEOPLE AND KILLING WILL COMMENCE.
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I like this RP.Im joining!
Name+STAGE NAME:THE BREAKER OF BONES
Age:66624
Gender:Male
Appearance:A small and hardy little guy,but when you get closer to him,you understand your mistake.He is maybe 1 meter and 40 cantimeters,and weights 90 kilos.He had a black iron helmet,with horns in the two sides of it.He has some iron chest armor,and iron to the knees.And at last,his glorious shield,with which he loves.
Personality:He is smiling at you the first second.The next you are bleeding with no limb.
Traits:Bad Guy Has some pretty nice armor.
Skills:Shields,swords
Edit:Fights
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Name+STAGE NAME: Maria AKA The Lithe
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Appearance: A short, petite woman for her age. She has long orange hair she keeps in a pony tail.
Personality: Quiet, Shy
Traits: Small, Very Fast, Cute
Skills: Martial Arts, Dodging, Sneak
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Max, just so you know, you haven't been in many fights before. Y'all are startin' from the bottom. Anywho, update tomorrow. First fight, mostly unarmed, blah blah blah, have fun.
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Bright. So very, very bright. What the hell.....spotlights?
It all comes back in a blur. All doing what you do, out there, in the wastes, surviving. Alone. Like so many others. This world's like a bloated carcass. Nothing but heartless scavengers and merciless bandits taking what they want, like flies taking the choicest cuts of fetid meat from the younger maggots and slower roaches.
So there you were, when they snatched you. Just like that, minding your own business, when the din of the engines and the shrieks and hoots of the ruffians set you off. You fought hard, fought long, evaded, dodged, weaved, every trick in the book, but it was too much. You were struck with a dart, or a syringe, or even a truncheon to the dome, and manhandled into their truck, your fate unknown.
Well, previously unknown. Now you know what's going on.
Because now, you stand in a dirt pit within the ground, spotlights hooked up to each corner, the whoops and calls of a few hundred spectators deafening your woozy brain. Reluctantly, you each sit up, trading glances of shared distaste. What the hell is this supposed to be?
Before a complete explanation conveniently makes itself known some other way, a static-filled loudspeaker pipes up over the holler of the crowd.
"AHAHAHA! GOT SOME FRESH BLOOD TONIGHT, LADIES AND GENTS! The announcer hollers, his ugly, rasping voice quaking in your eardrums. "WELCOME TO THE QUALIFIERS, MEAT! PROVE YOURSELF HERE, AND IT'S OFF TO THE AUCTION WITH YA!"
Wiping your eyes and looking about the pit, which is plenty wide and maybe half as long as a football stadium, you catch sight of a few figures, maybe sixty feet away. Three of them, wiry, tough forms, dressed in rawhide and leather. Not kind and gentle folk, by the looks of it. They appear to have woken up a bit before you, and as the announcer speaks, they raise their fists and advance.
"GIVE US A SHOW, MEAT!"
Combatant 1: Tall, and lean, with a far-off look in his eyes. There's something off about him. [40 ft. away, advancing fast, unarmed.]
Combatant 2: Thicker than #1, all gristle and slabby fat. He looks pissed. [40 ft. away, advancing fast, unarmed.]
Combatant 3: A woman, short and scarred. She's not coming for you, she's running....to the edge of the pit? With a glance over there, you realize she's running to an audience member, who's holding out something metallic, glinting in the spotlights! [50 ft. away, rushing to the audience, unarmed.]
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Buckets checks the front top-left holster of his weapon harness- empty. His begins to worry Where is it?! he checks the back left, also empty. He finally checks his pockets, his knuckle dusters. He puts them on and preps for anyone to come at him. He gets into a stance, ready to block or parry any punches or kicks that come at him. He pulls out a coin in his pocket, he preps to throw it at the lard-ass. He utters "Heads"
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[ Do I have my shield? ]
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(Nope! Qualifier starts ya off completely unarmed, you'll be handed your personal weapons/holdable items in fights where they're allowed.)
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[Okay]
The breaker of bones goes to attack the second dude.He screams "Prepare to meet your doom,fatty!".
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Name+STAGE NAME: Edward Cole/THE GRILL (because oh my god I don't even know)
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Appearance: 6'2, brown hair, grey eyes, red jeans, white t-shirt, welding goggles, leather boots.
SPEECIAL WEPON: Lit torch because fuck if I know
Personality: Nice off-stage. Which he never is. Overly brutal generally.
Traits: [Pyromaniac] [Fast] [Kinda good at crowd pleasing]
Skills: Hand-To-Hand, Blunt Weapons, BACKFLIPS Acrobatics
Is that alright.
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Totally, Camera! Homework for a bit, hopefully Lorknis posts, update tonight.
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Buckets
You clear your head of the daze, finding yourself totally unarmed, besides your knuckle dusters. You slip 'em on, smooth as ever, and ready yourself for any opponent who nears. You prep a coin to be thrown at the thick man, some display of show, maybe, but you take notice that the armored man is actively engaging him. However, this doesn't mean you're in the clear, as the taller man heads straight for you!
[Success!] He charges for you like an animal, his face strangely calm, his eyes staring dead into space. Dodging a kick, you catch his leg and slam your knuckles into his chest, causing great pain thanks to your dusters! He stumbles back, bringing up his fists and going defensive for the time being.
Breaker
Fuck these guys. You're the motherfucking breaker of bones. Sure, you haven't been in a whole lotta fights, but your armor's fucking cool, and you're ready to tear shit up. Running forward, your iron armor clanking noisily and glinting dully in the spotlights, you face the bigger man. He's built like a bear, with a prominent beard and gristly muscle. He roars like a beast, seemingly hopped up on something. You meet in the center of the field, the audience roaring as the two scary-looking competitors face off!
[Stalemate!] As you hurtle towards combatant #2, you bring your fist up, speeding into him and slamming his head back with a wild haymaker! The big guy stumbles back, blood spouting from his nose, but comes forward just as quick! Thanks to his impressive size, he slams straight into you, knocking you to the floor! Your armor protects you from his weight, but in a second, his meaty hands are clasped around your throat!
Everyone
The scarred girl on the opposing team reaches the edge of the pit, hopping into the air as the audience member hands her something!
THE GRILL is dropped into the fray, landing heavily on his face! He can take an action this turn!
Combatant #1: In combat with Buckets! Has deep, painful bruising in the shape of knuckles on his chest.
Combatant #2: In combat with Breaker! Bleeding from a broken nose, pinning Breaker on the mud! He'll begin strangling him next turn if he can!
Combatant #3: Nearest to the Grill! Upon closer inspection, the crowd member handed her a tire iron, heavily corroded and sure to hurt if it makes solid contact.
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"Nice work.Fatty." says Breaker silently,as he waits for combatant #2 to start strangling him,so he can punch him in the ... well... balls...
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THE GRILL (why did i choose this name) rolls backwards onto his feet, then charges at #3, aiming to tackle her to the ground and grab the tire iron. If he's successful, he smacks her in the face with it, if not, he just tries to punch her.
or y'know he just fails completely and gets hit in the face
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Buckets gets in a brawling stance, if he punches he dodges and tries to trip Number Two. If he kicks he grabs the leg and tries to either break it or dislocate it. When/if Number Two's knocked down he attempts to stomp his head into a soup-like pulp
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(OH GOD HOMECOMING GAME MARCHING BAND FOR LIKE FIVE HOURS I'M DYING UPDATES TOMORROW BLUH)
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Breaker
For some odd reason, you....wait for him to start strangling you? The audience seems confused as you sit there, casually waiting. Once you have indeed deduced that he's choking you, your vision blurring slightly and your throat aching badly, you bring your fist up and attempt to slam it downwards into the man's genitals.
[Success!] An awful noise serves as the punctuation to your knuckles meeting his manhood, and the big guy's face turns green as he barrels off you, howling! Some of the audience members laugh as he rolls around on the floor, seemingly vulnerable for the time being!
THE GRILL
You screech your mighty grill battle cry, hurtling forward like the fearsome piece of cookery you are! The woman regards you calmly as you approach, waiting with her newfound weapon. She's covered in scars, and you take it this isn't her first fight. Best to be careful around this one, maybe.
[Stalemate!] You hurtle into the scarred woman, tackling her to the floor and knocking her onto her back! Though you arms grapple for the tire iron, she twists and squirms to successfully keep it out of your reach. Raising it above her head, she brings it back down, slapping you across the face with it! You feel a bit of blood leaking from your mouth, but you've got the advantage, sort of, seeing as how she's more or less immobilized.
Buckets
You lower yourself into a brawling stance, ready for the strange man's next move. He doesn't look mad, or murderous, or much of anything. Doped up by the slavers, maybe? Whatever the case, his move does eventually come. The wiry man kicks off his back foot, his right arcing into the air, on a collision course with your gut!
[Failure!] His foot slams into your midsection, knocking the wind out of your lungs and sending you on your back. You struggle not to throw up from the surprisingly powerful blow, retching for a moment before coming to your sense. Curiously, he's not attacking you while you're down. He's standing above you, in the same fighting position, waiting for you to stand up.
Another showman, seemingly. No entertainment in kicking the life out of a downed man before the battle's really begun.
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The Breaker starts hyperventilating for air,as he says ''You see what happens when you are fighting with the-'' he stops,and screams at the top of his lungs''THE MOTHEFÚCKING BREAKER OF -''he stops and waits for the public to say ''bones''.While he waits for them,he jumps at the combatant#2 and tries to hit him with his elbow somewhere in the stomach.
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(Ahem.....so, if other people kill it by not posting, it's not my fault, right?)
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((No, it's not))
Buckets attempts to get back up. If he does so he starts to circle Number Two, in a defensive stance. He's prepped to parry, dodge, and trip.
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(This is a nice RP,it would be awful if it gets kil.)
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Sorta kinda come to my attention that this would work a lot better as a chat thing. Anyone else okay with this?
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Yep.If you make it on chat,please,not skype,but Discord!
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I'd be down
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[Forrest plz update]