[b][u]Where the fuсk is my arm? Dojo clinic, 1 am 3 months after the Kalahan incident[/u][/b] Vance awoke on one of the many beds within the Dojo clinic. His left arm was completely severed, not bandaged due to the fact that it was cauterized. He turned his head to examine what had occurred to him during his coma. Seeing the lost limb, he let out a groan. He slowly sat up in the bed, brushing his long, uncombed jet black hair out of his forehead and green eyes. He examined his fair skin, searching for any other things of note; nothing much, really. He then looked around the clinic, searching for anybody who might know where the fuсk he was and what was going on.[spoiler]Open, shitty short post.[/spoiler]

How is this thing still going

[i]"Different Timelines, New Faces" (Earth, Year 72396, Septimus Timeline) [/i] The sound of gunfire echoed into the background. A room, barely lightened, was seen, soldiers rushing in. Multiple scars, dents and slashes were seen across their armor, most likely a sign of war. In the middle, a tear was seen, yellow lighting itself upon the tear. "Where's ELARA?!" Someone, most likely male had yelled. "At Location, Maroon." [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/8d/0b/5f/8d0b5f589bce7e020de0b7921d7e1d85--character-art-character-design.jpg]A female robot[/url] had replied, walking out from nearby. "Listen; we need you to get in here; humanity is gonna die, and the doctor said..." Maroon began to say, before someone to his left interrupted him. "Man; you just gonna throw your stupid girlfriend through a damn unknown Onion Rift? Whatever the doc said before the Vorshins got to her on Mars..." he says, most likely a black guy based on the voice. "What about your status, Maroon? You found me...you showed me that humanity...." ELARA began to say before someone else interrupted them. It was a woman, weapon at a barricaded door, that was heavily being hit upon. "Sir; they're almost through!" She yells, scared for her life. Maroon looked to ELARA, leaning in for a kiss to the cheek. "Thank you...thank you for everything." He says, the black man from before grabbing a massive futuristic LMG. The door bursted open, mechs similiar to ELARA (only growing with red eyes) opened fire on the humans. "Just go!" Marron had yelled, pushing ELARA into the rift. The last thing the mech would've seen would be Maroon being stabbed through his heart, one of her own kind being the culprit. --------------------- [i](Dojoville, early in the morning) [/i] A feminine- like mech would've been seen, face-first on the floor of the center of town. She seemed mechanical...and in need of repair. Or was she? [spoiler]Openz! New character. :p[/spoiler]

[b][u]The Old Switcheroo[/u][/b] [i]Mia's Apartment, Dojoville, 12:00[/i] Mia had a knock on her door. To her surprise, it was her twin, the Warlock, Sarah. "Hey, sis. Wassup?" The Huntress asked. "I just want to pull of the classic 5-0-7/11." "I'm down." [u]3 Hours Later....[/u] Soon, both the twins left the apartment, looking exactly like their counterpart. Off to do some mischief. [spoiler]Open. I'll set up where you find.[/spoiler]

[quote][b]Blessed be the Lord, my rock, who trains my hands for war and my fingers for battle.[/b][/quote] [b][i][u]Warrior[/u][/i][/b] A heavy fog had rolled into the Dojo, hiding the village from sight. There was a presence that seemed to follow it, leaving the villagers cold and weary. Something was very wrong. In the distance hidden by the gray blanket a loud howling could be heard, growing ever nearer. The very sound seemed to crush all feelings of joy or comfort, leaving fear and death. [spoiler]Open, first in a series that will lead to a quest later.[/spoiler]

[u]You are my sunshine[/u] It started relaxing. A cool summers night with a light breeze as the amnisiac necromancer spent a sleepless night walking along seeing if she could remember anything of her past. Blanks, nothing but informationless images in her head followed by blank space everywhere in between. An old man's face, a ship, a gentle voice, it was all she could remember. We're the memories or simply nonsense? She couldn't tell. As she proceeded she began to hear singing. Very distorted singing. "You ArE my sUnShinE, mY onLy SunsHine You maKe Me HaPpy when skies are grey" It was like listening to music disjointed by several different singers cutting in and out in a senseless manner. Soon, a man was seen running as fast as he possibly could away from the song. "[u]W-wait![/u]" Tibia chased along, confused. Her dress continually getting caught as she tried to sprint over to see what was happening. When she got there, she really wished she had not. There was crunching, screaming, crimson liquid all over the place as a strange and grotesque monster with arms and legs seemingly everywhere on its hulking body stood eating the man alive. She watched, terrified as a new set of arms and legs grew on the thing. Finally, it looked over and finished the last verse of its twisted song. "DOnt yOu DarE tAke my sUnshIne aWay" [spoiler]Open[/spoiler]

This Guys Notifications Just Think

[i]New Arrival[/i] You could hear, in the distance, a man playing a guitar. But this was no normal guitar-playing man. This man was clad in black jeans and a loose-fitting t-shirt, and held in his hands a [url=http://www.edroman.com/featured/images/gal_UEB2001D.jpg]guitar[/url] signed by Tony Iommi himself. The thing that stood out the most, however, was not his attire, his guitar, or the massive truck he stood on. What stood out most was his entourage, which consisted of hundreds, if not thousands of other vehicles. Atop his truck stood a set of 8-foot speakers. He was Alexander James Caulderon, and he was an intergalactic rock star. As his army of fans stormed across the desert, the dust cloud that followed them stopped. He hopped off of his truck, grabbing a smaller amp and slinging it over his shoulder. He plugged in his guitar and began [url=https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=R3gSw-NjxcU]playing[/url] as he made his way to the Dojo. [spoiler]eeeeeeeEEEEEOPEN[/spoiler]

[spoiler]Kinda bored. Someone give me something to do. Planetary invasion? The arrival of a trans-dimensional shadow god? I don't know anymore[/spoiler]

*coughs* I'm bored.

This is still a thing?

[i]"Bloodlust – the disease that makes us the monsters we are known to be; it is what wipes away the last of our humanity."[/i] -Daniele Lanzarotta[quote][i]Hunger.... He had never known such hunger.... Blood.... He had never had such a lust for blood.... He had never had such a need for flesh.... The memories that were not his flooded through him. Blood and gore; war and death. The screams of pain and rage, flashes of blood and anguished, deformed faces.... And fighting. Constant fighting, constant death... the reason for it was lost in the simple need for blood. Blood....[/i][/quote][i]"Blood...."[/i] Ike's voice was soft, murmured to himself. He slowly roamed the streets of Dojoville, his stance slouched, his walking almost drunken. There was something... off, about the thirteen year old boy. His shaggy, blond hair was as unkept as usual, his pale skin as dirty as usual. His clothing, a simple, white t-shirt along with black shorts, was relatively clean, while his bare feet were the opposite; dirty, soot-covered, and scratched up. But what was different about Ike were his ice-blue eyes. While normally, they were passive, curious, and innocent... his eyes were now filled with bloodlust and anguish. Filled with the war-torn memories of someone else. Then, another thing became apparent; on his right forearm, a mark, rune, or brand–whatever one might call it. Its pattern was intricate, strange, and almost sinister–but what truly was strange about it was the fact that it glowed an unnatural, crimson red. The night sky was obscured by clouds, and the usual lights of Dojoville ignited the town in artificial light. Due to the complete darkness of the sky, the time was difficult to tell; late, to say the very least. Cars zoomed through the streets, headlights shining light upon the many shady alleyways of Dojoville, and the sirens of police cars, fire trucks, and ambulances blared through the night. It was a perfect time for crime. One such criminalistic scenario was in one of the many alleyways of a more dormant street; much less active than the others. And damn, if it wasn't strange. In the very back of the alleyway was an infant, cold, dirty, and naked–and, of course, wailing at the top of its lungs. And approaching the baby was somebody who could have been its mother. The mother was crazed in appearance; wild, brunette hair, blood-covered skin, and bloodshot eyes. In her right hand, she held a serrated knife, its blade stained with blood; the mother's own blood. And slowly, the mother approached the infant, raising the knife.... The infant's cries were soon cut off as the blade crushed through its soft skin and skull, lodging in its still-developing brain and allowing blood to burst from the infant's head, blood mixed with brain fluid and fragments of the infant's now shattered skull. The mother's breathing was heavy, shallow. She slowly stood up, slowly looking around... to see Ike, staring at her with his own crazed, blue eyes. In the darkness of the alleyway, the boy's crimson mark could be considered truly terrifying. [i]"Oh, ma'am... what an atrocious act you've just committed. An act the law would certainly not appreciate, no?"[/i] Ike lifted his right arm. His hand seemed to close on something, something like the grip of a sword. Then, he pulled; and coming from seemingly nowhere was a blade of bone and leather. The sword's bone blade was about a foot and a half in length, its guard and pommel made of the same stuff, while the grip was covered in leather. The pommel was in the shape of a miniature skull... and engraved upon the skull's forehead was the same rune that was branded on Ike's forearm, albeit much smaller. This mark, too, glowed crimson red; the sign of its activation. As the boy drew his blade, the woman's eyes widened in fear. She slowly backed up deeper into the alleyway; a truly stupid move, really. But Ike blocked the alleyway's exit, and he knew that fact. The boy grinned wildly, dashing forward with unexpected speed; suddenly, the woman would find the blade of the sword lodged into her abdomen, penetrating straight through her body, with the tip coming out on the other side. The woman fell to her knees, and as she did so, a strange... dust seemed to exit her body. The dust was red in color, and was, quite simply, the woman's life force, her living energy. It floated from the woman to the rune on Ike's sword, causing his skin to seemingly glow crimson. He let out a low laugh, muscles tensing as the woman's life force flowed through him; invigorating him, boosting his strength, agility, senses, durability.... [i]"... oh, Cain, accept this energy that I do not quite need as of now... I give you energy, and in turn, I may feast...."[/i] He spoke as he stared up at the night sky. He looked back down at the woman's body, the corners of his lips rising in an almost feral grin. He slowly went to his knees, muscles tensing up as he grabbed the corpse's neck. With pure, brute strength, he tore the neck away from the corpse's torso, creating a loud sound; a sound of bones breaking and skin tearing, while blood literally exploded from the woman, splattering upon Ike's shirt and the alleyway's walls. The boy let out an almost maniacal laugh, raising the woman's head and neck up in triumph, before bring the neck to his mouth. Then, he began to eat; his canines tearing into the still-warm flesh of the recently deceased woman, bloodying his chin and satisfying his hunger. ——————————————— The dojo courtyard was bathed in noon sunlight, not a cloud in the sky. Within the courtyard were a few individuals, looking for a good fight. Roxy, a ginger woman with 20 years of age. Sheathed at her waist were two swords; a 24 inch saber, and a katana slightly longer than a meter. On her back was a claymore, precisely a meter in length. She was clearly a dexterity-based, melee fighter. A little ways to her right was Cael, also a ginger with 20 years of age; Roxy's twin brother, in fact. He wore his black mage robes, and held a long, thin staff, with an ovular gem of some sorts at its head. He was clearly a mage–an elementalist, at that. And, for you OP AF badasses, a third stood in the courtyard; Cyra. Plasma pistols, a railgun, a vibroblade, a cybernetic arm, and kinetikinesis. Whoop-dee-doo.[spoiler]Both are open. The first is whatever, the second is FITE FITE FITE—[/spoiler]

[b]Demon free yes... Normal not even close[/b] [i]a young girl with long blonde hair and bright green eyes. The girl was wearing a solid black dress with lace and ribbons in her hair. She looked no older than six years old. She was spotted wandering around one the courtyard. She was mumbling something. It just barely loudly enough her and whoever was close to hear.[/i] "Gotta go let fluffy out to get fresh air."mumbles Arvira [i]she is seen walking towards the dojo's gates and manages to pushes open with some effort. She wasn't the same person she was a week ago. Thanks to certain a person here. She no longer possessed by demons. But right now Arvira was lost in though as the small girl was seen walking up a small path that led towards a wooded clearing. She was fiddling with a small cube in her hands. When she entered the clearing she places it on the ground stepping away as it grew larger. She then opened a door on the strange metal cube. Only thing that could be seen from her open it was a face of a lion. But it was no mere lion as it was a chimera a large one at that. Most would be frightened of this mighty beast but not her. She watched it step out of the box. It looks at her with its golden eyes purring softly. It had several heads and had a serpents head for its tail. It leans down some letting arvira pet her. Little does she know that someone has followed her. That is until she hears the chimera growling at something hidden. She looks where to see who's there.[/i] "Stay fluffy... Who there?"says Arvira [spoiler]open [/spoiler]

[b][i]Loadsamoney[/i][/b] [i]Standing atop a pile of contorted white corpses, a figure clad in a gas mask and suit stood reloading what could only be an AA-12 shotgun, whistling a cheery tune before hopping off the pile and smashing the head of one of the bodies with his boot. The figure seemed to clash with his surroundings, and his strange appearance certainly didn't help. He began to walk towards the dojo, stopping only to fire rounds off into what could only be described as a walking corpse, the body of which exploded from the brutal shooting, spraying blood and gore everywhere[/i] "You're pathetic, like a bunch of bloody Milwall fans!" [i]Wiping blood from the surface of his mask, the man began sauntering towards the dojo again[/i] [spoiler]Open for everyone, would like to be tested though since its been awhile[/spoiler]

[u][i][b]HE'S BACK[/b][/i][/u] [spoiler]Because I need to relieve stress......[/spoiler] "Chuck is back, b*tches!" A generic white, business man sat at a desk in a room in the Dojo, waiting for members to come in for their "required" psychological test. "I don't got all day! Get yo *ss in here, sit down and prepare to get deflower-I mean, have a nice conversation where we talk about your feelings." [spoiler]Open.[/spoiler] [spoiler]God have mercy on my soul. *Drinks bottle of vodka in preparation*[/spoiler]

[b][u]Karma-- in the Form of Angry Titan Dad[/u][/b] [i]Courtyard B3, 15:25[/i] James was enjoying the tranquility of the courtyard. He was wearing all his armor, but his helmet. His Raze-Lighter on his back. He seemed at peace. Until he was slammed into the wall. To be specific, shoulder-charged, by none other than Mason Grey. Mason punched James over and over. Mason was angry as hell. He pulled the Raze-Lighter, and stabbed James in the stomach with it. The angry man then dropped the sword and went back to punching James. "YOU HURT MY DAUGHTER!!" Mason yelled, still punching his fellow Titan. "What?" James yelled in alarm. Mason threw the Titan to the ground. [spoiler]Open, intervene or don't[/spoiler]

[b]Do I Really Need A Title? // Dojo VR // JT[/b] [i]"Seriously this is like the sixtieth time I've been in here, does anyone want to spar? I won't even be an ass about it this time, I can't get a damn good fight any other way." JT spoke with a chuckle to his words, as he unsheathed a gladius from his belt and threw it in the floor before him, tip-down. He had thoughts of boredom and hope for a fight racing through his mind, causing him to scan the desert coliseum he has conjured up in the virtual reality that he would do combat in. The Marshal produced a simple gauntlet from his jacket, which eventually morphed around his right arm and became a black armour of sorts. nanomachines were always a thing he could use to their fullest potential, and this old trick was no exception to him. Their would be an enemy coming any minute now, and he was waiting hopefully and somewhat expectantly. [/i] (open)

Why is this still trending

[b][u]Nivibus Obtrutus 9:00 PM Ko rudo mountains, snowbound village[/u][/b] [i]Along the desolate mountainside, only a single place held any sign of life: Snowbound Village. The residents went about their daily business despite the cold and harsh terrain. Night settled and the mountain quieted even more before being suddenly interrupted. An incredibly loud thunder roared out of nowhere as fire and smoke shot into the air. Rubble from the blast was scattered along the mountain and a small crater formed where the explosion happened. People came out from the village to see what it was as well as a few from neighboring areas. One particular person from the village that came to see what happened was the leader. Nivis walked out of his cabin with a stride of authority as he moved. He had a large cloth mask almost like a Bedouin, yet made for cold weather. He also had a cloak covering him to provide warmth. Once Nivis reached the crater, he pulled down the mask, revealing his face to look around at the rubble. He was a somewhat pale man who had dark brown hair and a well groomed beard. He investigated and talked to a couple other villagers who were closer to it when the explosion happened. [/i] [spoiler]Open! Character intro![/spoiler]

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[b][i]Pleased To Meet You, Hope You Guess My Name Dojoville Ruins 9:47 PM[/i][/b] [i]It was raining lightly, the charred rubble and scattered debris soaked, charred splinters of wood floating in small pools along the streets. Deserted, the old busy places echoed only the litter patter of the rainfall, and the rumblings of distant thunder, warnings of an oncoming storm. That, and the splashing footsteps of the lone man wandering the ruined Main Street. He wore a soaked-through overcoat, underneath a white, long-sleeve cotton shirt, and black jeans, with boots strapped to his feet, the bottoms of the jeans covering their top. However, the apparel and accessory that would draws most people's attention, were there any, was the leather strap across his chest, left waist to right shoulder, that supported a leather sheath. Out of the top poked a strange sword hilt, one comprised of bone, and wrapped in worn leather. His face was haggard, a ragged and bushy beard covering it, with wild long black and grey hair to match. His piercing electric blue eyes wandered the remains of the village lazily, half-closed. Absentmindedly, his left hand rubbed over a strange symbol emblazoned on the outside of the sheath. The stranger stopped, suddenly caught in a tense calm, a practiced and experienced state, combat ready. Without any movement or erratic behavior, he spoke out, a deep, ancient voice, one of primordial authority,[/i] "[b]I don't know who you are. I don't care, either. Just know this: If you step away, back off, and leave me to my melancholy walk through this arbitrarily granted life, I shall allow you to live. Should you speak, I'll give you a conversation. But, if you should begin an attack on my persons, I'll have no choice but to give you what I have, and I assure you: you do not want what I have.[/b]" [spoiler]Open; Character Intro.[/spoiler]

[b]Chapter Forty One [/b] The massive four legged machine began its ascent up the steep slope of the Coldbourne's mountain. It had four massive steel made legs that attached to a massive steel body that was rounded in shape. In front of the machine was a giant drill that was almost the size of a building in its scale. It was pointed up as the machine climbed vertically upwards the mountain. At the top of the machine there was a rim of glass that allowed its occupants to look outside, but that being said, all of them were tightly strapped in. Zane, Lyn and Falk all sat at the front of the machine, looking upwards and feeling the force of their altitude grow on them. The other miners were positioned around, typing in control boards and ensuring that the machine would continue to make its way up. [spoiler] For Cthulu, Zane. Order goes Zane, me, Cthulu, Me. [/spoiler]

*Gabriel looks up at the familiar dojo, thinking back to the times he'd spent there so long ago...* *he looks around at all of the activity and new faces, trying to see if he can spot anyone familiar* *failing to do so he walks to a nearby clearing and sits below a tree and begins to sharpen his sword while softly whistling an old world tune*