"Radriar may have stopped me before, but your punishment has been long awaited..." [b]shepard stands in the desert, about to throw the soon to be corpse into the same ditch three of his kin died in. The king tries to run, but that only earns him the loss of all of his joins. Removing his finger joins using a switchblade, and his wrists, elbows, and shoulder are cut with a fire axe. Shepard stitches the fückers mouth and eyes shut with barbed wire, emptied a bag of rats at his feet, which eat there way upwards as he shoots him with epinephrine, he wants this dude to suffer. He smashes the dudes crotch with a hammer until he's damn sure all that's left is a red mush. Someone is approaching...[/b] [spoiler]open[/spoiler]

[i]Hunter sits against a wall in Erot, bored as shit, giving up all powers but his Voidic abilities/TK[/i] ((Open))

[b]A massive tear through time and space opens, and a very tall man steps out.[/b] "What shithole did I end up in this time..." [b]His armour is covered in dried up blood, and he beams off pure power. [/b] "This place looks awful...just like me." [b]He begins to walk away and blood red claws reach for him through the portal.[/b] [b][i]"YOU WILL NOT ESCAPE ME, SATAN!"[/i][/b] [b]He flips the portal the bird as he closes it and continues to walk away, his blood red wings folded up on his back.[/b] [spoiler]open[/spoiler]

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[b]Coco, Kenji, Ember, and Luna lay in the medical room of Erot. Luna's stomach is huge, the healing but painful process she endured sped up her birth process. Coco awakes with a gasp, groaning. Ember lays, he knows what happened to him, no one else knows. He looks around, before he goes under the covers, his hand catching fire, then freezing, then it levitates the blanket up, then a breeze crosses his cheek, then his hand turns into a paw.[/b]

[b]Scarlett is walking around, super bored[/b]

[u][b]Erot[/b][/u] — Frankie Magnum, The Prick, marches with a slight limp, wincing in pain, through the dusty avenues of the sandy city with 27 wrappings of cloth bandages over his left thigh, red with dried blood. He had gotten the .44 Magnum surgically removed from his leg after he had accidentally shot himself with his Smith and Wesson Type 629 during a fit of rage. It's as soar as it hurt once the bullet had entered, but he's trying to work the pain off by walking laps through Erot. Every time one of these annoying alien assholes native to Erot grab for his attention to their shop inventories as he passes them, he pulls his revolver on them, glaring and wagging them away with it. He wasn't in the mood for shopping. [spoiler]Open.[/spoiler]

[i]Five long years of tracking led a misfit dubbed Orphan to Ashuna... He stares indifferently at some corpses, wielding a knife stolen from a bandit in his previous voyage... He sees nothing but solitude as he walks in the wasteland. [/i] [spoiler]open[/spoiler]

[b]Isabella and Riley silently walk through a forest, together, as friends[/b] [spoiler]open[/spoiler]

[i]All. Fall. Down.[/i] [b]Varn walks right outside of Erot, covered in a large, white sheet. He pulls it back to reveal several hundred burn marks covering his now matte, red plating. His normal blue glow has been replaced by a more sinister, red one. His optic sensors are missing, empty sockets instead. He has several words burned into his faceplate, saying [i]Insane. Bad. Dead. Rampant.[/i] Anthony exits the city, glancing at Varn. He walks over to Varn, looking concerned.[/b] Anthony: "You okay, Varn? You look... Redder, than usual. Oh, no... Don't tell me..." [b]Varn starts to speak, his voice distorted.[/b] Varn: "Anthony(Anthony)... I'm not here... At all(all). I'm going to kill(kill) you." [b]Varn puts a hand on Anthony's chest, hand cannon charging.[/b] Anthony: "V-Varn! No! Please!" Varn: "I'm not sorry(sorry)." [b]A ball of red plasma bursts through Anthony's upper abdomen, spraying blood everywhere. Anthony looks at Varn in shock. He speaks, his voice weak.[/b] Anthony: "W-Why?" [b]Anthony falls backwards, desperately trying to keep his intestines from falling into his chest cavity. He gasps as tears roll down his cheeks, and he presses a button on his armor. It sends out a distress pulse, resonating through every every electronic device turned on. He slides off his helmet, showing his black hair and hazel eyes to the night sky. Varn stands in front of him, staring down at him.[/b] [spoiler]Open.[/spoiler]

[b]the bandit clan leader sleeps again a few days later, still shaken by his child's kidnapping and later, death.[/b] "The Shepards are slaughtering..." [b]he jumps up, locking the door and grabbing a gun. Gunshots ring out across the encampment. Men in WWII gas masks, trenchcoats and fedoras invade homes, capturing many men, woman, and children. The leader hears a scratching at his door and immediately shoots at it with a shotgun, before he could even load another shell Into the chamber, He turns around and sees his wife is missing, in place.. Stands Shepard.. THE Shepard. Staring at him with his horrible body twitching and convulsing, his head tilted to the side.[/b] "WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY SON, YOU.." [b]a swift motion of his hand and he had already emptied the magazine from his gun and holds a clawed finger to his neck.[/b] "I know what you did to get him... And he meant more to me than you could possibly imagine... And I know how you got to him." [b]the king blacks out, awakening on a large dune in the desert strapped to a wooden chair, a cave awaiting at the bottom. His men lay on their backs, looking to the sky. A man in a trenchcoat, mask, and fedora, just like the others approaches.. But his clothing is a bright red speaks.[/b] "What do we do with them.." [b]bloody tears stream down the Shepards face[/b] "Slaughter them... All of them...." "Aye" [b]another man walks down the rows of his men with a revolver, shooting each in the gut, listening to their horrid screams, before shooting them again... The king was forced to watch all of it.[/b] "YOU SICK BASTARDS!" "You don't know what you've stolen from me, friend, I am simply returning the favor." [b]the Shepard shoots him In a non-fatal area of the head, sending the king and chair tumbling down the dune into the pit. He walks back down to see if he lived, and sees someone approaching...[/b] [spoiler]open[/spoiler]

[b]An Awakening of Sorts - Let us Call it... the Beginning[/b] [b]Ashuna, Near a Bandit Encampment[/b] [i]Heart pounding, branches reaching, a thrill. The thrill of being chased by a raiding party. "Thanks life. So I guess this wasn't the best idea... but hey, I got some parts for my project, right?", thought Cryo, running along the floor of the jungle as the shouts grew ever closer. "Damn I gotta exercise more," he thought, stopping along the side of a river. River. "Won't find my tracks if I do this..." He ran through the water, cold and refreshing, chilling his bare chest. It was a relief from the unbearable heat; unbearable for others, I meant. Cryo liked it. Filled the void in his heart made by the one's he used to trust. Made him feel alive, made him remember he could FEEL. People weren't good to him, especially those darn women. He didn't trust 'em. From the setting of the jungle came an odd creature, much out of place from the rest of it. A pure white wolf, like an angel from heaven, graced the jungle floor with it's speedy steps and light pants, barely reaching the fine-tuned ears of Cryo. It's fur wasn't dirtied somehow, and it ran right into the river with Cryo, almost tackling him. He laughed for a moment, before looking to the creature seriously. "We can't stay here, bud. I know we just met, but, it's time to go. Don't want you to end up with them again after all that trouble getting you out." The wolf nodded, seeming to understand. [url=http://40.media.tumblr.com/16ba4ea047bee1f7bef02b7215b6e803/tumblr_nq0qti4o441s9u8xro1_500.png]The wolf[/url] ran ahead, rather quickly, and Cryo tried to keep pace. His shirt wasn't on, sweat glistening off his toned body from years of building and innovating; the dirty rag he called a shirt was tied around his waist, ripped clothes rigged into loose fitting pants on his legs. Grease was smeared on his body along with sweat, giving him a dirty look, but it had it's own charm to it. A home-made holster held his Five-Seven around his chest, bouncing as he ran. The shouts got louder until Cryo heard the bark of the wolf once more, and he ran to it. Two bandits surrounded the wolf with sharp looking spears, and Cryo drew his pistol and took a silenced shot at one, hitting him in the leg. The wolf jumped to rip the other's neck out, then jumped to the next to do the same. "You got a temper there, wolfy," Cryo said, before running again. He heard the party advancing, and the wolf motioned it's blood-stained muzzle to a rather thick looking tree. Cryo nodded, climbing the tree quickly, and perching himself on a branch. The wolf quickly rolled in mud, covering it's fur, then dove into some underbrush. The bandit party advanced, and they didn't see them. Yet.[/i] [spoiler]Open af[/spoiler]

[i]Sarah drags a very chopped up Limbo back into the encampment and into a tent, making sure she doesn't attract too much attention[/i] [spoiler]open to all except JT, WHEBY and Jen[/spoiler]

[b]A small white wolf nuzzles her head against an even smaller wolf pup. The pup squeaks as the larger wolf pokes him with her nose[/b] [spoiler]Open[/spoiler]

[b]Colony World, Local Bar ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Long day, to many hours spent tracking down her target She took a sip of her drink, a glass of scotch, special brew She sighs, not her proffered drink, but it was one of the few they had here The local news broadcast showed the usual New advances in technology, basic news feed, the sorts She looks down at her drink, swirling it in the glass, and then taking a sip from it What to do now...[/b] [spoiler]Open I guess, character intro[/spoiler]

[i]JT removes limbos legs, dick, and left eye, not shooting him, but leaving him to bleed out in the Avalon wreck, before walking away, to a pickup helicopter[/i] ((Jen, for extraction))

[spoiler]Character waiting acceptance, in case Admin's aren't aware :P [/spoiler]

[b]Krane wakes up in the quarters, he gets up and sleepily looks around.[/b] [spoiler]open[/spoiler]

A red circle sits in the sand in front of the avalon. Upon closer inspection it can be recognized as blood. Kara stands inside it speaking in a deep tone and moving her arms around rythmically. "Stirips dia em ni gniriaper eht nolava resiurc!" The avalon begins glowing and so does the blood. [spoiler]open[/spoiler]

[i]JT searches the south side of the Avalon for Limbo, while Jonah takes the North side [/i] ((Jen and Equinox))

[spoiler]nvm[/spoiler]