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originally posted in:The New Dojo
Edited by Inflatablepants:
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THE DOJO
[i] The Dojo. Located on the diverse planet of Tatakai, the Dojo consists of the largest gathering of fighters the universe has ever seen. Men and women from all different cultures, races and worlds come to train, compete and fight together. Many battles have been raged on its soil, but it remains standing. Here, one can write, fight and talk with other writers who seek to create stories with one another. All you have to do is start typing.[/i]
[b][i]The New Dojo(JOIN HERE!)[/i][/b]
[spoiler]Join our group! Free of charge! I swear!
https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Forum/1677784/0/3/0
USE THIS LINK IF THAT OTHER ONE DOES NOT WORK.
https://www.bungie.net/en/Groups/Chat?groupId=1677784
Once you pass your test and have joined the group sign here:
https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/215168136/0/0
NOTE: You do not have to be tested to join the dojo. Only to PvP.
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[b][i]Who we are[/i][/b]
[spoiler] The dojo is an ENTRY LEVEL AND ONE OF THE ONLY PUBLIC RP THREADS.
RP is A way of interactive creative writing. Where you can go on adventures, have fights and generally have fun. Think of dungeons and dragons, but its horribly imbalanced since there is not an experience system or dice. Its great!
The Dojo loves different opinions, ideas and writing no matter if you are new to RP(roleplay) or extremely experienced. If you have an opinion to share about how to make the dojo better, contact one of the Sensei's that run the place (We would prefer this rather then excessive and unintelligent shit talking). Every work of writing is appreciated and accepted (shitposts…maybe not so much).
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[b][i]How we work(list of Admins included)[/i][/b]
[spoiler] The dojo is run by a group of Sensei’s. These Sensei’s will make up most of the game changing decisions to benefit The Dojo. BUT Everyone's opinion matters a great deal. So the Sensei’s will make poll’s within the group for the members to vote and decide on big issues/ideas. Even then, the sensei’s will inform the group of changes and decisions made.
The list of sensei’s are as follows:
Inflatablepants/Pants(GONE ON HIATUS)
The God-Eater/Cob
Royalblade/Royal
Fresh Cazberry/Vio
nullCth/Cth
And the leader of the dojo union: Tubbs
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[b][i]OUR GOAL[/i][/b]
[spoiler] At the dojo, we want to provide an amazing place for you to improve on your writing in a fun way. We love new faces, and will accept you as soon as you walk up to the door. We also love other RP threads that have really awesome stuff, and we want to invite them all here so we can have a hub world of sorts. Whether this is through an interdimensional portal, space ships or whatever. We want everyone we can to be a part of this and interact with everyone! This way, you can meet people you never would have met before. If you are a leader of an RP group and are interested in this, please contact me so we can discuss further! I like discussing stuff!
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[b][i]RULES[/i][/b]
[spoiler]https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/212678270/0/0[/spoiler]
[b][i]How to PvP[/i][/b]
[spoiler] Player VS Player Is what the dojo is known for. Basically, you can fight each others characters with your own, to see who’s the best or to simply make some kick ass action. Please follow all the rules while you fight, so you can make it as badass as possible.
In order to PvP you must be tested by a sensei, or a designated tester of the dojo. You can find out who is a tester by seeing "How we Work." Also, When you fight another player make sure that you always react to their move. The best way to do this is like this.
>Have a stanza dedicated to your reaction from you opponents last reply.
>Have a stanza dedicated to your attack.
If you completely block another opponents attack, its courteous to not attack them within the same reply.
This way, you’ll never go wrong.
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[b][I]World Creation(Getting started at the Dojo starts here)[/i][/b]
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This is the most important section for you RP experience. This is where you make your characters, their stories, where they could live. Also, this is where you can create a Faction to participate in the thread, as well as having access to writing for the group(The stories you write do not have to relate to the dojo at all)
Bio's(RECCOMENDED)
https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/212677641/0/0
Backstory for Characters
https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Post/1677784/217556475/0/0
Property Creator
https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Post/1677784/220228259/0/0
Writers Hub
https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Post/1677784/220575696/0/0
Faction Creator
https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Post/1677784/222042811/0/0
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[b][i]The Dojo[/i][/b]
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Physical Appearance
https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/212677894/0/0
NOTE: The dojo only uses Mac Cannons for any kind of defense. If you are lookin to invade with your discount armies, you will be fighting the characters of the thread and possibly their factions.
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[b][i]The World of Tatakai[/i][/b]
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Map of Tatakai:
http://i.imgur.com/6xm09eO.jpg
Landscapes of Tatakai
https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/212678163/0/0
https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/213673051/0/0
Lore
(WORK IN PROGRESS)
https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/217554253/0/0
Landmarks of Tatakai
https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/217506568/0/0
Cities of Tatakai
https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/217516337/0/0
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[b][i]The Digital Dojo[/i][/b]
[spoiler] The Digital dojo was what we had used before this new Dojo. Here is a link to the old thread, as well as the old group. Please read our past works!
Digital Dojo Thread:https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Post/819710/126982640
Digital Dojo Group: https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Detail/819710
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[b]The OP(Inflatablepants) is on hiatus. If you have any questions please refer to the following people:[/b]
[spoiler]Cobalt Pheonix: CobaltPHNX
Royal: JustAStranger
Caz: PoisonousBerry
Tubbs:Bler
(Tubbs is not actually an admin, but he has been here long enough and is like an ever existing presence. Kinda weird.)[/spoiler]
English
#Offtopic
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[i]A broadcast suddenly comes up, from within the Dojo, and a fairly jolly, yet somewhat older feminine voice begins speaking.[/i] "And on this fine...what is today, Tuesday? Or perhaps Monday or Wednesday...I dunno. Hello, Dojo! Today's top story...I better be doing this right..."Big-ass Twilight Giant Stomps Through Dojoville"." [i]The screams of innocents and Goliath's roaring is heard in the back of the broadcast.[/i] "Something about Pant's quest taking too long, how we're supposed to hold that fatass back so Zane can just kill that one dude and finish this up, blah blah blah...OH! Evil pl-Wait, not supposed to talk about that. Never mind... But we do have a neat little song, brought in by one of our friends from Soviet Russia, da? Or just Russia. Seriously, it's actually not that bad." [i]The song begins playing on le radio, and honestly...I liked it. Thanks Lou![/i]
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22 RepliesEdited by Devious_Melons: 10/5/2016 3:41:06 PM[b]Astrids room is open and the sound of soldering and welding is heard. She must be working on something. (open) Meanwhile lego starts cutting down trees with a great machete, hefty enough to impress Yhorms.[/b] 25 kilograms, christ this thing can hurt. [b]he grabs the middle and end and easily splinters a tree. He stacks 50 tiles and drops it and it cuts though all of them.[/b] (open)
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43 Replies[b]A loud noise can be heard, almost like thunder, except it's not. This was something different, and everyone felt it. Most people stopped what they were doing and looked around. [/b] [spoiler]I'm new to this. I guess this is to help set something up. Have fun with this guys![/spoiler]
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30 RepliesEdited by shell: 10/5/2016 9:09:03 PMhttps://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Post/1677784/214718922/0/0/1 Aria approached the city surrounding the Dojo, after an admittedly boring trip. She expected to be tested, pushed to her very limit, both physically and spiritually. Yet here she was. At the gate. Despite that pleasant trip, she still found that she was quite afraid of the daunting city that lat before her. She waited for someone to show her the way, for surely someone is willing to help her! She is wearing fine robes, and not hollow at all. (Open. Frankly, I'm just as lost as Aria. It's been a while since I've written like this.)
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31 Replies[i][b][u]I Need A Drink | 2000 hrs[/u][/b][/i] [i]The Lounge of Blades was quite full today. Practically every seat in the house was filled up. At the bar, a woman sat. She had the look of a soldier about her and the scars to prove it. She had a skin-tight suit of armor on and a desert eagle in her holster. She made a motion for the bartender to come over.[/i] "[b]Ah, what'll it be miss?[/b]" "Whiskey." [i]She answered it in a rather disinterested tone. Her face was barely visible as she stared down at her empty glass, her flaming red hair covering her face. The bartender soon returned and poured her another glass which she downed in one gulp. She set it down, making a semi-loud noise.[/i] "Another drink." [spoiler]Open[/spoiler]
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18 Replies[b]a fat guy with a katana and naruto headband enters the dojo.[/b] I wish to train here so i can become a ninja. [b]he looks around[/b] Koniciwa, desu sugoi rossetta Stone! [spoiler]if you want to murder, here you go[/spoiler]
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109 Replies[i]Everyone in the dojo seems to be staring at one man. One man that they hate more than anything, Charlie. He has been walking around the town trying to pass time, but the constant stares and hate has been ruining his day.[/i] [spoiler]Open. Come hate Charlie and then feel bad about doing it later.[/spoiler]
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9 RepliesEdited by UNUSED ACCOUNT: 10/5/2016 8:32:30 PM[u][b]Title: The Most Mundane Stuffs. Time: 12:23 PM. Locating: Courtyard 1A.[/b][/u] [i]Laying on a dark brown, leather couch, was Jack - who was also known as Locust. His feet - which were covered by storm grey socks - laid on one end of the couch, while his back sat against the other. In his dark and weary hands was a small, leather wrapped book, the German's blue eyes swiftly darting over the words, a faint grin on his face. The man was currently wearing a pair of loose fitting, faded blue jeans, the fabric worn and damaged in some places. Covering his torso, was an equally loose fitting, storm grey T-shirt. Basically, he was having a very relaxed day. [/i] [spoiler]Open! Very short post because I'm lazy and suffering from writer's block. Also, if you attack him, you're an asshole. Because the dude is just relaxing. Just saying.[/spoiler]
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25 Replies[b]A man in a suit and approaches the Dojo. He walks with a feeling of certainty, like he knows that he finally found the fabled Dojo. He snapped his fingers and a small flame appeared in his hand, and then it grew into a small fireball.[/b] Finally...
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2 RepliesEdited by shell: 10/5/2016 8:42:03 PM[b][/b]
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3 RepliesEdited by shell: 10/5/2016 5:46:53 PMBump for later. Summers over so I don't mind writing.
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22 Replies[spoiler]My first actual plot.[/spoiler] [i]Part one, a disturbance in the universe.[/i] [b]Fortis wakes up one day to hear the normal sound of fighting in the dojo. He walks outside to his ship, killing a few bandits on his way.[/b] "Why are there so many of these thugs everywhere?" [b]When he arrives, Fortis sees his monster flashing with a message. He presses on it and a holographic message pops up. Fortis's eyes grow hide from disbelief.[/b] "Hello, Fortis. It is I, Nitronex, your father, and I need your help. Come set up a team of the best warriors you can find and meet me in sector X: 1930 Y: 29392 Z: 18392. [/[b]END OF TRANSMITION][/b]" The monitor said. [b]Fortis ran outside, ready to recruit everyone in the dojo, wether they liked it or not, when a ship so big that it blotted out the sun came over the city. Even though there were lights inside the city, they created no light. It was as if the ship were not just blotting out the sun, but consuming all light along with it. Then, it started firing upon the dojo.[/b] [b][i][u]Boss battle[/u][/i][/b] [u]Tenebrae, the destroyer of light.[/u]
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114 Replies[i](New Ilios, Ollimand) [/i] Here, we see a young Asian woman in her own combat gear as she meditated, a specially made katana sitting before her. She was contacting the spirits for their 'gift' of the various invasions of the Dojo. This was Seraph, the leader of the 54 Immortals. Their mission? Kill everyone in the Dojo for revenge. Seraph took the katan from her meditation spot, along with her Annihilator and walked out of the building where she had lived in, looking around her. New Ilios had been always captured by the Immortals since her father had been alive. They had extended beyond that, hoping to gain allies with the Bloodsuckers, and successfully unite the warring kingdoms in Kakusa Grove. But first...Seraph wanted to tell the world...the 54i were alive...and that they were a threat to be reckoned with. A hologram was activated from the young Seraph's communicator, a soldier responding all the way from Kurokage Village, near the Byoki Desert. "Ma'am...activate the signal?" The soldier asked. "Activate it." The Seraph replied. [i](Kurokage Village, Edge of Byoki Desert...)[/i] "Activate it." The Seraph said over the comms, as the soldier only nodded. Every TV in the Dojo was returned to the Immortals, as Chinese was first yelled, telling of all the civilians of the village. Then, a woman came up and spoke English. "This is what you get for killing any of us..." The soldiers armed with assault rifles and LMGs opened fire on the civvies, killing all of them within a minute, before switching to whatever was normally on. [spoiler]Open.[/spoiler]
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360 RepliesEdited by Chesh I Guess: 10/4/2016 5:31:42 AM[b][i]The Water Rose[/i][/b] [b][u]Dojoville[/u][/b] [b]The sodden feet lay barefoot against the hard tile of the stone road, the rain soaking the skin thoroughly.[/b] [b]She walked with no real goal, headed in no particular direction, exhaustion burdening her like her hunger... But that was no concern now.[/b] [b]Her large umbrella covered her from the torrent's onslaught, and the long black veil that hung from the sides hid her from view.[/b] [b]And just as it seemed that she would fall from exhaustion, she found slight relief in a bench. It had no cover, but she didn't mind. It was minor solace in a maelstrom.[/b] [b]Her chest heaved slightly, her long breaths accompanied by the distant crack of thunder, and a spiderweb of lightning... So far from home. She wasn't sure where she was... All she knew is that she needed to keep going. A refugee...[/b] // [b]Time seemed to pass, as she had seemingly drifted off into sleep, and as she awoke she realized that the storm had given way to a clear sky. Stars sparkled above and she let out a sigh of relief.[/b] [b]With a click, she twisted her umbrella handle the veil around her raising up and vanishing inside the contraption, the umbrella folding away a moment later.[/b] [b]And there sat the newest member of the dojo... A strikingly beautiful woman, of strange origin. She had light blue, almost pale skin like a ghost, dotted with black. And along her legs and arms were glowing lines, turquoise in hue. Then there was her hair... Oh her hair... Sunset red, like the falling leaves in autumn. The hair perfectly accompanied her eyes that shimmered like powerful fires, warm and kind. Her face was delicate and gentle, radiating life and joy. She wore a long black dress with a hood, which her hair was neatly folded into, as was a custom of her exotic species. Lastly, there was her crest, hung right above her forehead... Held in place by a metal rod, which also held her hair in place. Signaling her status in her society... Royalty... The rarest blossom of her kind.[/b] [spoiler]https://i.imgur.com/A099tv7.jpg[/spoiler] [b]But such radiance was diminished by her tired eyes and aching feet. She never wore shoes... So the hard trail had hurt them severely... But the rain had eased away the trial of blood.[/b] [b]It was clear she was no fighter, her exposing attire and soft features making it very apparent... But she was no push over. For such a gentle disposition, she held a kind of strength, a raw passion... [/b] [b]She was lost, she was tired... And maybe even a little hungry... But she didn't dare move. Yet, despite her exhaustion, she felt sleep elude her. She knew she needed some help.[/b] [b]And so she sat, quiet on the bench, her hands folded neatly over her exposed stomach, watching the fireflies dance and parade as they celebrated the new fresh night... And the luminous maze of stars above.[/b] [spoiler]Open! She could use some info for just a talk.[/spoiler]
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51 Replies[u][i]In Working Order[/i][/u] Easis had been busy settling into the Dojo since he had arrived. His one and only objective for now was: Figure out how to get the staff and its crystal back together. To be entirely honest he had no idea how to put these back together, being the only mage he knew didn't help plus he had very limited knowledge of magic. His entire race was never interested in magic, they were too held up on technology and their own survival in the harsh land they lived in. He knew he needed to find a spot to work for a long time, so, since it was a nice day, he decided to do his stuff outside. He found a nice spot just outside of the Dojo near the edge of the mountain's drop point. He sat down with his staff laid beside him while he opened up the container which held the staff's crystal hidden from all. It was a few hours later now and Easis had not been successful. He had pretty much given up at this point, the sun was almost set, painting the sky brilliant colors of orange and yellow. He let out a disappointed sigh, he was disappointed with himself, so he tried no further and witnessed the sun disappear below the horizon. [spoiler]open[/spoiler]
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124 Replies[u][i][b]Welp... Vorim's Tripping...[/b][/i][/u] *Vorim'Tairn burst out of the apartment complex, screaming his head off. He stumbled around a courtyard, backing away from a tree as if it was going to kill him. He eventually seemed to settle down... At least, until he looked down and saw a beetle. The then proceeded to run away, screaming some more. He tripped into a pond and then scrambled out, soaking wet as he failed around, shouting something about the giant goldfish and couches in space.* [spoiler]Open![/spoiler]
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Charlie comes up to whatever shop it is that JT owns and knocks. [spoiler]For JT duh[/spoiler]
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2 RepliesEdited by Royal Blade: 10/4/2016 10:31:32 PM[b]REDACTED.[/b]
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52 Replies[b]An old friend[/b] Above the dojo, a single ship blinked into existence, having exited warp from FTL it manuvered over to the courtyard and hovered there, seemingly waiting for something....... Deep within its bowels, a signal was given, and a lone figure was transmatted to the surface, landing heavily His scarred face was framed by Prematurely white hair, and his face was pocketed with stubble of the same kind, only haphazardly shaven His brown leather jacket fluttered in the breeze, framing a red T-shirt with an embossed Kingdom Key logo, and his frayed and damaged blue jeans shifted a little as he walked, the bottoms resting on brown hiking boots, and he sat down on a rock, spinning his gunmetal grey revolver Jared Grant had returned ((Open))
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200 RepliesEdited by Orn: 10/4/2016 1:47:08 AM[spoiler]Oh look, a socializing post! How very rare indeed.[/spoiler] [i][u]"Chillaxin'"[/u][/i] [i][u]Courtyard A1, Dojo, 1:30 PM Dragonslayer Olivia Executioner Daniel French Duelist Ren[/u][/i] "Wha...What are you doing, mademoiselle Olivia? M-Monsieur Daniel?" "...Chillaxin.'" "Ohoho! Indeed. Join us, Ren!" [i]Standing over the dragonslaying knightess and the Healing Church Executioner...Ren was disappointed. She had spent hours setting up for a rather fantastic dual against someone within the Dojo, evident by her current garb and equipment. Her olive green, tan and leather outfit was straightened out and stainless, the black leather cape attached to her left leather shoulder pad simply waving in the slightest of winds. Her dark leather boots were laced up tightly, alongside her thin leather glove on her left hand, while her right had been left uncovered, revealing an augmented arm with metallic fingers, a gift from the cybernetic cowboy JT after a successful job in somewhere quite far away from the Dojo. Standing at five foot seven, Ren was athletically thin herself, her slightly tanned skin gleaming only a bit in the burning sunlight that rained down from above. Her dirty blonde hair was tied back on a long ponytail, to ensure that it would not get in the way of combat. A slight scar ran down her left cheek, showing signs of an actual wound sometime in her career as a duelist. Ren's signature weapon, a stylish rapier with the word "Finesse" engraved into its silver side hung at a tight belt wrapped firmly around her waist. She was ready for combat, yet... [/i] [i]These others were not. On one hand, you had Olivia, the daughter of Ornstein, a Dragonslayer and guardian of Anor Londo, and Nora, a pyro warlock that used the powers of the Blue Flame. Yet, her their daughter was, leaning back in a comfortable leather chair and watching a game of football unravel on a flat-screen TV in front of her. Taking sips from a Dr. Pepper and setting it down next to a table beside her chair, Olivia was the one to use the term "Chillaxin'", as...well, she was doing exactly that.[/i] [i]The girl herself was on a rather nice outfit: consisting of a pair of grayish shorts that went to her knees and a maroon t-shirt depicting a chibi version of...Ornstein, a black tank top visible underneath the shirt. The girl looked up at the French duelist, who simply scowled at her young, smooth face, dark red hair falling to Olivia's shoulders. Her electric yellow eyes, inherited from her father, simply darted up towards the French's disgusted look as Olivia grinned wildly.[/i] Olivia: "Hey. Can't blame us for wanting a break. We've been b-" Ren: "A break?! [b]Pourquoi toi..."[/b] Daniel: "M'ladeh, tis such a fine day ta just relax!" Ren: "[b]Jamais![/b] We could be training!" [i]The blinded Executioner Daniel was also leaning back in a rather comfortable chair, wearing a bright pink t-shirt that, in thick black lettering, said "TRUE MEN WEAR PINK!!", while he also had a pair of strikingly white shorts on. His dirty blonde hair was messy and untangled, his chin having the slight beginnings of a beard. Wrapped around his head was an old bandage, ragged and torn, although it covered his previously gouged out eyes.[/i] Daniel: "C'mon, lass. Sit down! Take a break, will ya?" Ren: "...Fine. I will remain sta- Olivia: "SHUT UP, I'M WATCHING THIS!!" [i]Groaning, the French woman simply stood beside Olivia's chair, watching the football game silently. In fact, all three went silent, as...they had no one to talk to. Perhaps one could change that.[/i] ((Open for all. And if you really want a fight...Well, Ren's itching for one.))
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14 RepliesEdited by Cthulhu Agent: 10/4/2016 11:18:42 PM[i]Everyone in the dojo seems to be staring at one man. One man that they hate more than anything, Charlie. He has been walking around the town trying to pass time, but the constant stares and hate has been ruining his day.[/i]
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188 Replies[b][i]The beasts of twilight suddenly begin to flee the village. They flow out of houses and down streets like water as they group together to escape. They run and run, and eventually all leave the village and group on a massive connecting Plateu. But they are doing something.... A massive black orb forms in the centre of them. And by the hundreds they start getting sucked in like they are being taken under a vacuum cleaner. The orb grows and grows. It's as tall as a building, then two, them three. Now it takes the size of a sky scraper, the grass under it being consumed. The orb condensed then explodes harmlessly across the village. Then, standing where the orb was, a massive Titan. Towering at 300ft, the massive night coloured humanoid stood. His body flowed with red lines as they went up to his face to form a straight faced and emotionless figure. His long slender legs move up to his body as his simialer arms moves down his body, holding a massive blade in hand. Then, the creature takes a large gaping step towards the dojo.... [/i][/b] [b][u]BOSS BATTLE: GOLIATH, THE TWILIGHT COLOSSUS.[/u][/b] [spoiler]OPEN FOR EVERYONE TO FIGHT.[/spoiler]
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37 RepliesTrailblazer // Outside the Dojo // 9:32 PM // Natalie. The Jeep only contained one living soul onboard, but it carried a free spirit that was the carefree Natalie, who was laying down in the backseat, her car's stereo blasting Bob Marley's "I Shot The Sheriff" as she stared into the black roof of the vehicle. Her head leaned up against the door and her feet were covered by a pair of converses as she left them outside the door, the red shoes not matching her blue skinny jeans but instead the red tank top she wore under her open grey sweater. A joint rested between her lips and a bong on the floor, as she was relaxed and in a state of chill, which reflected her typically chill and calm personality when she wasn't trying to be sarcastic or an ass. Hell, she hadn't roasted anyone all day. ((Open))
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14 Replies[u]Wind howls at the gates as a snowstorm rages throughout the Dojo, white dust piling up against the massive doors as snow pelts all who brave the miserable conditions. The storm had been raging for days on end, getting worse every hour with no sign of an end. There were seldom any guards, all who had come to work that day either snowed in or left outside, slowly falling into the dreamless, endless sleep of death. Many families were holed up together in their homes, fires crackling at all times of day and night to keep them warm and safe from the cold bite of the winter storm. At the gates and under a pass, snow crunched underfoot as a strange man made his way up the mountain towards the Dojo. He was not strange in the creepy sense, but instead in what he carried and his appearance. Covering the man was a multitude of blankets that muffled most sounds of movement, but you could not miss the distinct sound of armor clanking against metal as armor would when one moves inside it. On his back was a massive hump, seemingly created by a weapon of some sort. The strangest thing about this man was not his secrecy nor the massive weapon on his back, but the extremity of his size. His tall figure even hindered by the deep snow was distinguishable from long distances. From what one could guess, he stood a bit over twelve feet tall. The cloth blankets that covered his body could easily cover a small building, let alone a normal sized bed. His face was covered in shadow by a large hood, but a long, white braided beard could be seen trailing down the front of the man's body, snow encasing it in a fluffy coating. As he moves closer to the gate, he looks up with a sigh as a cloud of warm vapor escapes his mouth. Standing in front of the foreboding doorway, he speaks in an aged but powerful voice, thick with what could be called a norse accent.[/u] "[i]No welcome for a returnin' old man? I suppose this weather must've scared most of th' sensitive inside, back t' the warmth of a crackling fire. I can't help but hope but one person resides behind this door, or all will be for naught.[/i]" [u]Raising a large arm, the mysterious figure knocks on the door three times in succession, the sound echoing throughout the storm and the village like the ringing of a ceremonial gong.[/u]
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7 RepliesEdited by FlimsyRoastBeef: 7/17/2017 9:53:05 PMCancer.
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72 Replies[b]And there I was, yet again, eying up those crimson bastards across the way. My rifle would punch through them like paper. One bullet, one of their best soldiers, dead. Easiest thing I'd do all day. I wanted them dead, I really did, but what would they do to the Dojo? Probably ravage a fair bit of it, considering their numbers. They'd lose, for sure, but how many would die before they did? Better question was, why should I care? I barely knew any of them, besides Olivia, and even then, I don't know her that much. But what about all the innocents that would be killed? That was what was stopping me from blowing that asshole's head clean off. I sigh as I put my rifle away, right beside the other one, on my back. I walked back to my chair, right on the edge of the Dojo. I took my helmet off again, and set it beside the chair. I sat there, soaking in the sun, and I enjoyed the afternoon.[/b] [spoiler]Open.[/spoiler]
