XWF Monday Massacre 1 EON Chat Transcript
admin beams into EON: Chat.
admin has changed their name to Hotdog_Vendor
admin has changed their name to CHILL:
Breearg: enters EON: Chat.
Breearg: 4+4 = the square root of 502,312
Breearg: according to some crackpot slug superscentists.... no wonder they were
like "a nuclear weapon can't hurt me!" *BOOM* "oh, you mean those nuclear weapons."
CHILL: hiya!
CHILL: gimme 2 seconds and Ill be right back (geetting coffee)
CHILL: righty - back
CHILL: just read your post above, funny
Breearg: heh... u're like "funny" like Ben Stein with total blank face and monotone,
lol
CHILL: exactly
CHILL:
Breearg:
CHILL: hows it going buddy?
Breearg: fine fine CHILL: I bounced you an email with details of how to add
Jo's graphic to your sig on the forums
Breearg: so you like "(for the most part..)" eh?
CHILL: I've got a mental picture of negotiations breaking down and then the
delegates stepping outside to a car park full of ready-to-go VARG's
Mental_Floss: beams into EON: Chat.
CHILL: has changed their name to Hotdogs!
Hotdogs! Hiya Mental
Breearg: I was more refering to the extremists (like Greater Pakistan)
Hotdogs! Hotdogs, get yer Hotdogs!
Breearg: (not to be confused with the Greater Pakistani Party)
Mental_Floss: Yo. Just gonna be sitting here semi-active for a while, until
the Massacre! starts.
Hotdogs! I figured as much Breearg: - but my sad sense of humour still put that
picture in my mind anyhow
Hotdogs! OK mental
Mental_Floss: Hm... but first, testing my dice roller. Amusingly enough, this
will be the first time I've ever used the very feature I inspired.
Hotdogs! heh heh
Breearg: political parties
Mental_Floss: Hm... and how do we make use of the dice roller, now? Are we just
supposed to trust that everyone is telling the truth for their rolls?
Breearg: BFP, CC, CT, GPP, ITP, and MR
Hotdogs! I think Thingmaker is gonna make a ruling on that one....
Hotdogs! You suggest it, me build it, Thingmaker figures out how to use it
Mental_Floss: And he'll hafta figure out a way to deal with Mega-Attributes...
he can't say "the last dice are the Mega-Att dice", because it arranges the
numbers from lowest to highest.
Hotdogs! BFP, CC, CT, GPP, ITP, and MR ? come on Breearg: ........... details
my boy
Mental_Floss: Probably just hafta roll the Mega-Att seperately.
Hotdogs! I think press a button for meag dice, and then press another for normal
dice
Hotdogs! beat me to it
Hotdogs! I'm not going to customise the dice roller too much for just Aberrant
though, as I've got people interested in running Adventure! and Trinity games
in here as well.
Mental_Floss: Well then, my first Martial Arts attack of the day would be a
grand total of 7 successes. Lovely.
Hotdogs! Unless I build one for each?
Breearg: Bharati Federalist Party, Communists of the Commonwealth, Confederation
of Territories,
Greater Pakistani Party, Indian Traditionalist Party and Muslim Rite
Hotdogs! CHEAT!
Hotdogs!
Mental_Floss: Hm?
Hotdogs! Have you got a write up of the Com. of the Com. and the Muslim Rite
Breearg: ?
Breearg: I have my notes for CC, but I haven't gotten to Muslim Rite yet
Breearg: why?
Hotdogs! heh, Mental - just getting the first 'you SO didnt roll THAT' statement
in for the night
Hotdogs! Just interested...
Breearg: uh huuuuuuuuuuuuh
Hotdogs! okay........... (more)
Mental_Floss: Ah. Well, 1 Mega-Dex and a total of 10 standard Martial Arts pool
(Dex + MA) makes for some pretty hefty rolls... heheh.
Breearg: are you saying you aren't interested in the BFP and the ITP... odd
since they are the only 2 in the timeline
Hotdogs! I'm presuming that Muslim Rite is something of a 'fundamentalist' group
(excuse that over used monicker).... ?
Hotdogs! No, not at all Breearg: .... I'm interested in the whole lot, and I
know those two are in the timeline...... but I get very interested in things.......
Breearg: Muslim Rite is a counterpoint to ITP
Hotdogs! when you throw extreme ideas in the equation............ or groups
representing those ideas, I presume that is what M.R. is?
Hotdogs! Yeah, figures as much by the names
Breearg: ITP is like a "Hindu" club and the Muslim Rite is like.. well, guess?
LiquidMetal: opens the door, looks around and enters into EON: Chat.
Hotdogs! yup
Hotdogs! Liquid!
Breearg: in fact, ITP even professes a caste system
LiquidMetal: crawls out of EON: Chat.
LiquidMetal: opens the door, looks around and enters into EON: Chat.
Hotdogs! huh?
LiquidMetal: crawls out of EON: Chat.
Breearg: eh?
LiquidMetal: beams into EON: Chat.
Hotdogs! dammit liquid - I asked you to email me yesterday to sort out your
browser problems! arghhhhhhhh
Iron_Angel: beams into EON: Chat.
Hotdogs! Hi Iron
LiquidMetal: Hello, testing
Hotdogs! hiya Liquid
Iron_Angel: Greetings.
Mental_Floss: Hey, how do I change my nickname as it appears?
LiquidMetal: It's workin now
Iron_Angel: Aren't we in the wrong room?
Breearg: CC is a pretty minor party--usually having (whe they have them at all)
only a single one of Afghanistan's 69 seats
Mental_Floss: Well, we're not starting yet.
Hotdogs! waiting for Thingmaker, Iron
Hotdogs! whilst you are all here, you can natter with Breearg: , India Undeground
writer
Hotdogs! ( shameless plug)
Breearg: at the height of their power they had 2 seats in Afghanistan and 1
in Bangladesh
Mental_Floss: I suspect we'll be starting at least somewhat later than the intended
time... have any of you *ever* been to a game which started on time?
Breearg: for a total of 3 of the 647 seats in the CP
Hotdogs! CC has 1 of the 69 seats Breearg: ?
Iron_Angel: I hope this one does. I'm on limited time here.
Breearg: yes
Hotdogs! I'm presuming they use, ahem, other measures to get what they want,
when they can do so I mean...
Hotdogs! that was to Breearg: , sorry
Mental_Floss: So, Admin-type person... how do I change my nickname? I'm obviously
not attending the MM! as "Mental_Floss: ". Just wouldn't seem right.
Hotdogs! hit the profile link on the bottom left of your screen mental
LiquidMetal: How do we change rooms when it's time?
Breearg: the CC demonstrates the class division in Afghanistan
Hotdogs! click on the room name at the top of the screen
Hotdogs! watch
Hotdogs! sneaks quietly out of the room Lobby.
Hotdogs! jumps into the room Monday_Massacre!.
Iron_Angel: I just logged in as "IA". Made a new profile and such.
Hotdogs! walks out of the room Monday_Massacre!.
Hotdogs! jumps into the room Lobby.
Hotdogs! see?
Mental_Floss: has changed their name to Dead_End:
Iron_Angel: Click on the "go to room.. Monday..." part.
Dead_End: Ah... much better.
Hotdogs! ah, Breearg: - I see
Iron_Angel: crawls out of the room Lobby
Iron_Angel: walks slowly into the room Monday_Massacre!.
Hotdogs! crawls out of the room Lobby.|Monday_Massacre!|>>>
Hotdogs! opens the door, looks around and enters into the room Monday_Massacre!.
Iron_Angel: sneaks quietly out of the room Monday_Massacre!.|Trinity_IC|>>>
Iron_Angel: enters the room Trinity_IC.
Iron_Angel: beams out of the room Trinity_IC.|Monday_Massacre!|>>>
Iron_Angel: walks slowly into the room Monday_Massacre!.
Iron_Angel: beams out of the room Monday_Massacre!.|Lobby|>>>
Iron_Angel: jumps into the room Lobby.
Iron_Angel: sneaks quietly out of the room Lobby.|Aberrant_IC|>>>
Iron_Angel: jumps into the room Aberrant_IC.
Iron_Angel: walks out of the room Aberrant_IC.|Monday_Massacre!|>>>
Iron_Angel: walks slowly into the room Monday_Massacre!.
Hotdogs! crawls out of the room Monday_Massacre!.|Lobby|>>>
Hotdogs! jumps into the room Lobby.
Iron_Angel: beams out of the room Monday_Massacre!.|Lobby|>>>
Iron_Angel: jumps into the room Lobby.
Hotdogs! OK Iron?
Iron_Angel: I'm fine. Just moved over to MM room for a bit.
Hotdogs! yeah - just checking it worked OK for you
Breearg: it seems during polls that over 60% of Afghanistan's population support
the CC, but when VOTING comes mysteiously a lot of those votes seem to end up
in the MRs pocket
LiquidMetal: I'm worried if I leave it may not work again
Iron_Angel: It looks like its all working.
Hotdogs! liquid..... did you follow that email I sent you?
Hotdogs! about your security options in IE?
Iron_Angel: Are people saying things?
Hotdogs! I am , right now as I type actually
LiquidMetal: One sec, I was working from 11pm to 7am ... I just woke up a little
while ago
Dead_End: Yes, people are saying things... as opposed to things saying people,
which only happens in my slightly deviant reality.
Hotdogs! Yeah Breearg: ......... I can imagine the voting system (or its results
to be more accurate) are quite, erm.... complex?
Iron_Angel: Well, its 4PM.
Hotdogs! 9.02 pm here in the UK
Ref_from_Hell: walks slowly into EON: Chat.
Breearg: umm...yeh...umm... complex... like where the results mysteriously mutate
from 47 seats to 1
Hotdogs! Hiy Thingmaker
Ref_from_Hell: You're here, am I?
Breearg: (for example)
Iron_Angel: Greetings Ref. Would that be another name for Thingmaker?
Hotdogs! heh, I can imagine Breearg:
Ref_from_Hell: That's a high firmative!
Hotdogs! *HOTDOOOOOGSSSSSSS GET YER HOTTTTTTTTTDOOOOOOOOOOGGGGGGGGSSSSSS!* vHotdogs!
Dicerollers all yours Ref vIron_Angel: Great! Lets Roll! Who's up?
LiquidMetal: Can we do it in here?
Ref_from_Hell: I'll take a kielbassa with extra crout!
Dead_End: Ah... that's an issue, the dice rolling...
Breearg: ::in typical Slug fashion, horribly murders the hot dog guy, eats EVERY
hot dog and then vomits them back up on his dead body with some nasty Taint
diseases::
Hotdogs! I have the transcript features turn on, just for fun
Ref_from_Hell: There's a room set aside for us. I suggest we pop in there
Hotdogs! *EEEEEKKKKKKK!*
Dead_End: You'll hafta make some sort of definitive rulings about the dice roller.
Either you can do all the rolling, or you can let us do it and expect us to
tell the truth.
Iron_Angel: ST rolls.
Ref_from_Hell: Do you folks trust each other?
LiquidMetal: Um... ref. I'm having problems with that, can we stay here?
Ref_from_Hell: I can roll, if that's what folks want.
LiquidMetal: ST can roll for me
Dead_End: And Mega-Atts will have to be rolled seperately, as it arranges results
in ascending numerical order, so you can't say "last dice are Mega-Att dice".
Hotdogs! Stay here, move to other room - its up to you guys......
Iron_Angel: Ditto. ST rolls.
Ref_from_Hell: Looks like the first match will be between IA and LM
LiquidMetal: I like this room, this room is fine *looks around* yay nice room
Iron_Angel: You are having problems changing rooms, LM?
LiquidMetal: Sweet let's rock
Breearg: Bangladesh is swinging furthur and furthur from the BFP to the MR!
LiquidMetal: I have no option to change rooms with my browser the way it is
Hotdogs! Liquids browser is screwed..... ;(
Iron_Angel: Fair enough. Here it is.
Hotdogs! OK EVERYONE..........
Ref_from_Hell: If the HotDog Man has no objections, we'll set up the Kombat
Arena here, then.
Hotdogs! HANDING THIS OVER TO REF NOW - XWF ONLY
LiquidMetal: very screwy browser this Internet Exploder :crazy
Hotdogs! Other Rooms for other stuff though
Ref_from_Hell: OK... most of you have won a half dozen or so fights against
jobbers (inferior fighters who get paid to loose) in order to build up your
reputation. Your skill (and your rising popularity among the fans) has brought
you to tonight's event:The Real Thing.
Ref_from_Hell: One of you has earned enough infamy on your own that the Executive
Commitee is willing to give you a shot. No pressure - if you go down too fast
they'll still pay you enough to cover a tiny miniscule insignificant fraction
of that debt...
Miracle: opens the door, looks around and enters into EON: Chat.
Ref_from_Hell: On the wall of your locker room, there's a vid image of a thousands
of screaming fans waving signs, pennants, and dolls in Safeco Field - the vid
announcer speaks:
Ref_from_Hell: "Live from Seattle Washington - Where the Gladiators of the Quantum
age will clash once again, taking recreational combat into the extreme zone
of skin-ripping, blood-boiling, bone-crushing physical trauma..."
Ref_from_Hell: "It's the X! W! F! MMMONDAAAY MMMASACRE!"
Ref_from_Hell: Camera displays Dustin McShane and Jerry "JoJo" Dylan, who choral
speak: "Wecome to the Combat Zone!"
Ref_from_Hell: McShane says:"I'm Dustin McShane..."
Ref_from_Hell: JoJo counters:" and I'm Jerry Dylan."
Ref_from_Hell: Camera pans and zooms on a cross between a BattleBot box and
a Rock&Roll stage. JoJo says: "Designed by reknowned nova architect Ardis
"Artifex" Longley, this modular "arena within an arena" can be set up by the
world famous Kombat Krew in a wide variety
Ref_from_Hell: Kombat Krew in a wide variety of ways - and with a variety of
special hazards for "special" events. As every fan knows, the Monday Massacre
ALWAYS makes use of these!"
Ref_from_Hell: Tonight, the Zone is set up as an equal armed cross with raised
center.
Ref_from_Hell: (Think of five squares, each 30 meters by 30 meters, laid out
in a cross. The center square floor is 3 meters higher than the others, with
10 meter wide stairs cut into the center of each edge.)
Ref_from_Hell: There is a 4 meter diameter flaming pit in each corner of the
center square.
Ref_from_Hell: There is a minimum of 1 meter between the edge of a pit and the
vitrium arena wall.
LiquidMetal: Nice... R
ef_from_Hell: In the center of the North and South square, there is a 4 meter
wide, 9 meter tall whirligig of spinning arms tipped with head-sized stainless
steel balls (for the Silver Circle matches) or razor sharp arm-long blades (for
Red and Black Circle matches).
Ref_from_Hell: In the center of the East and West square, there is a 1 meter
circle - the starting point for contestants.
Ref_from_Hell: Just "behind" each of these circles is a "curtain" of chains
swaying side to side
Ref_from_Hell: The heavy fist-thick chains are a two meters apart, hang to less
than a meter above the ground, and hang from a support that is fifteen meters
in the air.
Ref_from_Hell: The support movers North-South with a stroke of about four meters
and cycles just over once per second. (They will be still just before the match,
to allow easy access
Ref_from_Hell: Arena walls are 20 meters tall - composed of vitrium. As everyone
knows, vitrium is fully transparant and extremely tough.
Ref_from_Hell: 30 meters above ground level, directly over the center, hangs
an enormous display for the crowd to keep track of time and statistics. It serves
to advertise sponsors between matches.
Ref_from_Hell: A metaphysician stands nearby with a disaproving scowl.
LiquidMetal: (((ooc: testing)))
Hotdogs! ( ( ( OOC: I can see you ) ) )
Miracle: jumps out of EON: Chat.
Miracle: enters EON: Chat.
Ref_from_Hell: In the East starting zone - from Heaven on High, weighing in
at THIRTY FIVE TONS, The IIIRON ANNNGEL!
Iron_Angel: I step in wearing a huge cloak make of chain.
Iron_Angel: Every step is audiable to the entire crowd.
Iron_Angel: A truck follows me out into the ring.
Ref_from_Hell: McShane: Two weeks ago in Shanghai China, this metal-muslced
monolith rained holy retribution down on Ghingas Pain in their long awaited
rematch.
Iron_Angel: Towards the center I pause, to the sound of the "Chant". And the
glow from my halo gets bigger.
Iron_Angel: I take off my cloak and toss it into the truck, making quite a racket.
Ref_from_Hell: JoJo: Then last week in Mexico City, Iron Angle visited the wrath
of God on The Electrocutioner! Sparks flew and the master of megawatts got in
several good shots, but when the Angel got his hands on Eddie "The Electrocutioner"
Elton, the lights went OUT.
Iron_Angel: The truck seems to strain as it drags it out of the ring.
Iron_Angel: Looking at Angel, you know why people in the Old Testament feared
GOD.
Ref_from_Hell: The crowd chants "Wrath of God Wrath of God"
Iron_Angel: I kneel. And call upon GOD to aid me in this trail. "Make God favor
the Just".
Iron_Angel: I stand. And simply wait. Not in anger. But in holy antiscipation.
Ref_from_Hell: In the West Starting Zone, weiging in at Variable Mass, "The
Nova who wrecked Toronto," JAceeen "LIQUIIID METAAAL" Aaaaalbright
Ref_from_Hell: Crowd pops in response to increased glow
Hotdogs! *get yerrr dogs here*
LiquidMetal: walks in black camo pants with a tattered flak vest and silver
dog tags, soaking in the cheers.
LiquidMetal: walks through all the fog in the entrance on to the cloud covered
platform.
Ref_from_Hell: JoJo sez "Liquid Metal is a newcommer to the XWF, but his bout
against the Polyp last month was amazing! He threw the Polyp THROUGH the Astrome
CIELING!
LiquidMetal: tossin his silver dog tags out into the mass of cheering fans.
Liquid Metal rests in lotus position until he can no longer be seen from the
fog.
LiquidMetal: "It is time. UNLEASH THE MONSTER WITHIN!!!"
Ref_from_Hell: McShane sez: "For this bout, membrs of the audience recieved
EAR PLUGS as they came in tonight! - XWF analyists predict that the sound of
impacts will be heard fifteen miles away!
LiquidMetal: With that something made of silver, a lightning fast tendril quivers
in the fog.
Hotdogs! !
Ref_from_Hell: The crowd Pops at LM's tradmarked call!
LiquidMetal: A mass of liquid metal explodes and tendrils rush about forming
metal veins, muscles and bone of a metal titan.
Ref_from_Hell: The crowd pops at the appearance of this second giant!
Ref_from_Hell: The synthetic "voice" of the Kombat Komputer is heard over the
field's speakers: "Kontestants stand ready. Kombat Kommences in Five...
Ref_from_Hell: Crowd yells "FIVE"
Iron_Angel: (Ooops) I forgot to mention I'm 25 feet tall.
Ref_from_Hell: Kombat Komputer's count drowned out by crowd's simultaneous countdown...4
3 2 1
Ref_from_Hell: KOMMENCE KOMBAT
LiquidMetal: His form is completely human, however his unconcious seems to play
tricks with his shape. His hands are black hardened steel and then cudgels or
baldes. Faces and shapes periodically play on his skin like living tatoos. O
fortuna plays loudly.
Ref_from_Hell: You are sixty meters apart - stand by for initiative rolls
Breearg: I LOVE LIQUD METAL ::screams some lady in the crowd, a nearby man counters
with..:: IRON ANGEL'S GONNA BLAST HOLY FIRE UP HIS ASS! ((ooc: sorry, couldn't
resist, ))
Hotdogs! lol
Hotdogs! get yerrrr hotdogs!
Breearg: ::the woman yells:: get me a hotdog over here!
Hotdogs! *'Angel' or 'Liquid' dog madam?*
Ref_from_Hell: <<sorry for delay. IA wins initiative for first round -
LM please state intended action
Breearg: Liquid!!!!
Hotdogs! *hands over dog, takes cash*
LiquidMetal: "note to self, my hotdog should have a better name. Liquid dog,
what's that "
Ref_from_Hell: IA - please state and take intended action
Breearg: ::woman hiffs the dog straight into the face of the guy who screamed
in response to her::
LiquidMetal: Ahem
Dead_End: At the back of the stands, a lone man sits watching... hunched over
lazily, eyes crackling quantum-black watch the combatants, paying special attention
to this 'Liquid'. "A fan of the classics, I see," he muses to himself, grinning
slightly at the music.
LiquidMetal: How do I private message you ref?
Iron_Angel: Click on "Ref_from_..."
Ref_from_Hell: click on Ref from, oh, you got it
Hotdogs! Liquid - click the message icon next to his name in the user display
on the right
Hotdogs! ah... beat me to it
Ref_from_Hell: (((so that I'm not having to switch windows between character
sheets all the time, plese include dice pools for intended actions - IE "[3]1M6d"
for 3 autosux, 1mega, and 6 regular
LiquidMetal: No prob
Breearg: LIQUID... METAL... LIQUID... METAL... LIQUID... METAL! ::woman who
throws hotdogs chanting::
Hotdogs! *moves away from woman, scared of being guily by association*
LiquidMetal: *wonders for a moment who has his one and only silver dogtags...*
Breearg: ::man growls angrily and shouts:: KICK HIS ASS, ANGEL, AND THEN KICK
*HER* ASS!
Hotdogs! ( OOC ) eek - run out of nicotine.... away from keyboard for about
10 mins.... off to run to car, and then local store!
Hotdogs! brb
Breearg: ((I have to go))
Breearg: ((tata... everyone kick everyone elses asses!))
LiquidMetal: ((cya, the fans were extremely funny))
Breearg: ((thank q, hehehehe))
Dead_End: The dark-eyed man glares down from his seat at the shouting crowd...
then sighs, shaking his head and muttering to himself, barely suppressing a
chuckle. Would he ever get used to the crowds? Probably not, but it's hard to
argue with the pay.
Breearg: ((bye)
LiquidMetal: (( ))
Iron_Angel:
Ref_from_Hell:
Dead_End: ((Likewise. Maybe I'll carry on the tradition for you.))
LiquidMetal: ((I was getting to enjoy the mystery guy with dark eyes.))
Ref_from_Hell: Closing the distance like a locamotive on meth, Iron Angel rushes
toward Liquid Metal, Holy fury in his eyes
LiquidMetal: ((A good contrast to the crowd and I found myself wondering who
he was, another fighter?))
LiquidMetal: ((It begins...))
Dead_End: ((Well, good to know my work is appreciated. As to the questions...
you'll see, if we're all lucky. Heheheh...))
Miracle: crawls out of EON: Chat.
Miracle: walks slowly into EON: Chat.
Miracle: crawls out of EON: Chat.
Breearg: leaves EON: Chat.
Dead_End: ((Hm... testing, testing...))
Ref_from_Hell: Liquid Metal crouches, and then bolts foreward nimbly, head down
and fist ready - they meet just to the west of the center platform
Dead_End: ((Alright, so it's not frozen, I'm just paranoid.))
Hotdogs! and Im back
Slagheap: jumps into EON: Chat.
Slagheap: 'Hello?
Slagheap: crawls out of the room Monday_Massacre!.|Trinity_IC|>>>
Slagheap: opens the door, looks around and enters into the room Trinity_IC.
Slagheap: beams out of EON: Chat.
LiquidMetal: , we were just begining the fight
Hotdogs! lol
Hotdogs! and I was gonna ask who WON!
LiquidMetal: Well you see IA's charging his eyes set with holy fury and LM's
flowing into his attack rushing him.
Ref_from_Hell: Liquid metal is engulfed in a blast of flame as his fist comes
up into contact with Iron Angel's Jaw
Dead_End: The man with the dark eyes stops watching the fight suddenly, surprised
by the presence of another person nearby. A woman... nobody he remembered, but
memory meant little, as life went by in a blur for one such as himself. A subtle
grin was offered, and
Iron_Angel: Somehow a sword has appeared in IA's hand. The sword appears to
be made of fire and is much bigger than IA.
Dead_End: a nod towards the nearest seat, as he shifted over slightly to make
more room. "Well, it seems these events draw all sorts... what brings you to
watch the corporate spectacle?" He was cynical... but at least it was something
to do, a conversation.
Hotdogs! **looks over at the flaming sword**
Hotdogs! *wow!*
Hotdogs! *get your fmale dogs right here!*
Hotdogs! ug... thats was flame dogs!
LiquidMetal: *as Liquid-Metals fist connects it seems to shift with LM's unconcous
bodily control... somehow his hand seems harder... sharper almost.*
Dead_End: ((Flame dogs: throw a buncha hot sauce on whatever sort of hot dog
is convenient. Heh...))
Hotdogs! *looks at the gent*
Hotdogs! **you wanna flame dog sir?**
Ref_from_Hell: The mysterious lady asks the man with the sunglasses:"are you
enjoying yourself?"
Hotdogs! (OOC - darned ISP dropped me for a second....grrr....)
Ref_from_Hell: Thunder sounds from the collision of the collossal combatants!
LiquidMetal: "note to self, I gotta get "Monster Dogs"... giant hotdogs with
my catch phrase on one... yea if I were a mark I'd eat that stuff up... wait
how long has it been since lunch?"
Dead_End: Well, this was unusual, and more attention than he'd been exposed
to all day. Of course, even the cynical man had his priorities, and answering
this mysterious woman came first. "Well, it beats daytime television, right?"
The reply was accompanied by a
Dead_End: feral smirk, which he suddenly directed towards the hot dog vendor
after a moment. "No flame dogs... but I'll take a Mr Pax to drink, and whatever
my companion wants." A nod was directed towards the lady to indicate.
Dead_End: ((Mr Pax: think Mr Pibb and you'll be on the right track.))
Hotdogs! *serves up a Mr Pax*
Hotdogs! **and for the lady?**
Ref_from_Hell: Lady sez: "a Divas Malt, if you please - and Nova size that"
Hotdogs! *Nova sized Divis Malt, coming right up*
Hotdogs! **great bout isn't it...... my moneys on the big guy....**
Hotdogs! *hands over the Divis Malt - Nova Sized of course*
Dead_End: "Angel?" The man chuckled under his breath, digging out his wallet
to pay the vendor. "Good taste... but I'm still watching this Liquid fellow...
never know what someone like him will pull out of his..." *Arse.* No, there's
a lady around. "...hat."
Ref_from_Hell: Mystery Lady sez: "But wouldn't you rather be doing something...
constructive?"
Ref_from_Hell: In a whirlwind flurry, the gigantic "sword" is whipped about
Angel, spewing death and destruction.
Hotdogs! *takes the cash* **thanks buddy**
Iron_Angel: Feel now the sword of RIGHT!!!
Dead_End: "Constructive? Well now, you've got my full and undivided attention,
with that." There were about three ways this could go, as he figured it. Two
of them were good, one was very bad. *I like those odds.* His smirk betrayed
none of his expectations,
Dead_End: but his agile mind was already well at work on just what this woman
might want.
Ref_from_Hell: The crowd pops! Cheers and jeers compete for the attention of
the combatants, who ignore all but each other's presence.
LiquidMetal: Go feel your own sword angel freak.... Aaar!... THAT ONE HURT!
Hotdogs! *smirks at the man nearby* - **told ya, the good money's on the big
guy**
Hotdogs! ;)
LiquidMetal: ((which is the big guy? were both 25 feet tall titans))
LiquidMetal: ((25 foot titans beating the crap out of each other for the crowd))
Ref_from_Hell: (((I think it was supposed to be a joke, I know the fat bald
guy laughed when the vendor said it...)))
Hotdogs! (( see - ref gets it ))
LiquidMetal: (())
Dead_End: "To the victor may go the spoils, but for now, I'm just here to observe."
And observe he did... eyes seemingly locked on the match from behind steel-framed
shades, occasionally drifting to the woman beside him. *A nova? Curiouser and
curiouser...*
Ref_from_Hell: Mysterious Lady sez; "spoils indeed - or the fruits of one's
labor. Tell me, what /really/ brings you here? Not just the money, surely..."
LiquidMetal: Liquid Metal's torn body seems to waver and then flow back together,
saving him from being hacked to shreds by the beserking fury of the angel's
sword.
Hotdogs! **aren't we all buddy, anyways, catch you and your lady friend later**
*Hotdog vendor moves to another row in the crowd*
Dead_End: "Well, that are we all here for?" He looks out over the crowd, the
ever-present grin becoming almost malicious for just a moment before returning
his attention to the woman. "Not *them*, of course... the crowd is here for
the same reason a crowd gathers
LiquidMetal: seems shaken up and says "I'm just gonna have to rip off that sword
arm!"
Dead_End: at the scene of a disaster... to be entertained by pain. Not that
their view doesn't have merit -- pain is one of few physical confirmations of
existence." Quickly downing the Mr Pax before continuing, he sets the empty
cup aside. "But I want something
LiquidMetal: crouching the metal giant eyes his opponent warily and leaps into
the attack with a series of mega-strength hand chops and kicks.
Ref_from_Hell: The blur of motion created by the oversized engines of destruction
is too fast tor the baseline eye to follow - replay will later show a Jackie-Chan-like
series of sword and martial arts maneuvers
Dead_End: ((Well, that was annoying... lost my connection. AOL's fault, not
this server.))
Ref_from_Hell: LM connects twice, but the Angel's Wrath is completely inescapable!
Dead_End: "But I want something more. Tell me... have you ever dreamed of being
a leader? A master?" The feral cast returned to that otherwise-charming grin,
and his voice lowered to a conspiratory tone. "...A god? Understanding the mysteries
of life itself,
Hotdogs! *nudges a guy near him* - **Wow - they are going for it aren;t they
buddy........... wanna dog?*
Dead_End: and learning the depths of all connections... between people, between
elements, between the universe and itself?" A quick chuckle, and his grin returns
to its less menacing form. "That's why I'm here."
LiquidMetal: "No way, no one could take those moves! ... What are you?!"
Ref_from_Hell: The big screen shows a close up of a very concerned metaphysician
with her hand over the "towell" button, her eyes locked on her instrument readouts
Iron_Angel: I am the hand of God made Flesh. I am wrath!
Ref_from_Hell: The Mysterious Lady leans across the arm of the box seat chair
to snuggle against the broad shoulder of the Man with the Grin and the Shades.
She says: "I'd like to introduce you to some friends of mine..."
Iron_Angel: (IA doesn't look like he is even feeling any of this.)
Ref_from_Hell: The crowd pops with "religious fervor" and chants "hell fire!
Brim stone! hell fire! brim stone!"
LiquidMetal: Liquid Metal seems to withstand blow after earth shocking blow
until the steel alloy making up his body explodes spray white shining blood
with black undercurrents all about the arena.
Hotdogs! *get yer hell fire dogs here*
LiquidMetal: spraying white shining blood about the central pit and on the super
glass panels... Gasps come up from the crowd... "What's happened?
Ref_from_Hell: The computer synthisized gong goes off, signifying the end of
the match. The crowd roars. The metaphysician and her team rush in.
Hotdogs! *GEEEEEETTTTTTTTTT your hotdogs*
Iron_Angel: Iron Angel holds up his sword to hit and then halts as the bell
goes off.
Ref_from_Hell: JoJo sez: "Wow! Did you see THAT? This may well have been the
first fatality of the year, folks!"
Iron_Angel: (OOC: Guys, its been fun, but I have little one's birthday party
to go to..)
Lo_Mai: enters EON: Chat.
Hotdogs! Hiya Lo Mai
Lo_Mai:
Ref_from_Hell: Thanks IA, and congrats
Lo_Mai: Hi
Hotdogs! (OOC cya Iron - good match)
Iron_Angel: (What, "Fatality"!?!?!)
Hotdogs! (OOC Lo Mai.... welcome to the XWF bout!)
Lo_Mai: Anyone seen CHILL: ?
Hotdogs! ME IS CHILL
Dead_End: Quite a reversal was this... was his name that well-known already?
But she hadn't said anything about it yet... possibilities flew through the
man's mind, and suspicions flew unaccounted. Another quiet chuckle, mentally
chiding himself for overanalyzing
Iron_Angel: (Walking a way...)
Ref_from_Hell: A hush falls over the crowd as the metaphysician tends to her
instruments and her patient
Lo_Mai: i thought this was the lobby?
Hotdogs! This is
Lo_Mai: k
LiquidMetal: "What's happened? ... Am... am I still fighting... what's happened...
I'm losing control of my metal form! Aah it hurts! It really hurts!" *coughs*
Hotdogs! You are a crowd member in an AXF bout (Aberrant)
Hotdogs! Get yoooooooooouuuuurrrrrrrr HOTDOGS!
Ref_from_Hell: Her concern turns to releife - but is rapidly replaced by her
displeasure at this whole thing. LM stirs slightly as the med techs haul him
off amidst applause
Dead_End: everything, and he gave another nod towards the woman. "Friends, eh?
Well... I may be needed here sometime soon, but I can certainly see about these
'friends' of yours as soon as you want after that. Which reminds me... you got
a name?" And there was
Ref_from_Hell: "Tonight's XWF Monday Massacre is brought to you in part by a
Divas Mall near you!"
Dead_End: that grin again, as he offered a hand towards the woman. "Evan Niall...
most people call me Dead End."
Lo_Mai: Lo Mai throws sum at the ring to get them to do sumin
LiquidMetal: *tries to hold his lungs, stomach and intestines in place as his
regenration slurps them up back into shape*
Lo_Mai: OCC: do they small nice?
Lo_Mai: Hmmm Hotdogs!
Ref_from_Hell: Mysterious Lady says: "call me Selena."
LiquidMetal: *shoots his fist up in defiance, before leaving the arena with
the medical team*
Hotdogs! *looks at the lady addressing him*, **the hotdogs not only smell nice
but taste magnificent!**
Lo_Mai: OCC: brb baby
Lo_Mai: OCC: go to go back l8r
Lo_Mai: beams out of EON: Chat.
Ref_from_Hell: OOC - do we have a second Silver Circle contender in the house
- or is Dead End alone?;
Dead_End: ((AOL seems to be having a "kick Joe off" day... missed anything after
the last thing I said.))
LiquidMetal: ((Wow, good fight Thingmaker. IA was tough as hell he'll be the
next Black Circle champ most likely. He was ungodly strong, had to mega str
4 or 5 and that sword on top))
Ref_from_Hell: BB Bartlet and Tor Fjellanger are in the med area when LM arrives
- they are impressed with his staying power. "not bad, kid" says BB - you can
stay on as long as ye likes!"
Ref_from_Hell: ((yeah, I was impressed with his design - someone more closely
matched would have had a better chance, IA has very little staying power - spends
Quantum like it's water
Hotdogs! OOC - good match guys
Ref_from_Hell: Thank's for hosting, HotDogMan!!
Hotdogs! has changed their name to admin
admin No problem
Ref_from_Hell: Gee - since Megaton didn't show, I guess Dead_End: gets a bye.
Ref_from_Hell: "This XWF Opnet broadcast if sponsored in part by STARLORD'S.
You don't have to be a Nova to eat like a god!"
LiquidMetal: "Thanks sir. I'll be ready to fight tommorrow, not that I want
to go back up against another holy terror. But I guess I don't have much choice
if I'm going to pay off my debts huh?"
Ref_from_Hell: "The Monday Massacre is made possible in part by the Randall
Portman Presidential Campaign. It's about time America had a Hero in the White
House!"
LiquidMetal: *smiles and nods politiely at Mr. Bartlet's praise*
Dead_End: "Selena, you say? Well... a pleasure, indeed, Selena." A stretch,
a yawn, and he settles back into his seat, watching the commercial broadcast
just to keep from seeming too eager to jump at whatever Selena might have in
mind. *Friends? Wonder just who
Ref_from_Hell: BB sez "don't worry, kid - there's only four guys in the league
who can go toe to toe with that monster - oh, and he's going to be your new
MENTOR"
Dead_End: those might be.* ((And of course, since I split the asterisks, I don't
get italics... blah.))
LiquidMetal: smiles again. Iron Angel scared even Jacen, but nobody messed with
Mr. Bartlett in his own house.
admin
Ref_from_Hell: <<later on, Selene will introduce you to a couple of her
friends - they'll share small talk about philosophy and what one should do with
true power - they'll be concerned over DE's appearant exploitation by baseline
"monkeys."
LiquidMetal: *Still I have to wonder, Jacen thought to himelf. How close was
I to dying today? Is the fame and money really worth it... what will happen
if I'm hurt too bad for my regeneration to kick in...?
Ref_from_Hell: "Would YOU like to help turn a desert into a paradise? Contact
a Project Utopia facility near you to find out how you too can aid humanity.
This has been a public service announcement paid for by Project Utopia - "Building
a better tommorrow with the powe
LiquidMetal: -rs of today!
admin:
Ref_from_Hell: ((OOC: Sun is shining here, folks - wife want's to know if I'm
into helping with yardwork - Anteus himself would shrudder at the scope of what's
needed out there...)) Ref_from_Hell: "Stay tuned for an all new episode of VAMPIRE:
THE MASQUERADE coming up next!"
admin:
admin: ( OOC - Ill post the transcript on EON tomorrow )
Ref_from_Hell: Thanks everyone! Good jobs! and Cheerie Bye
Dead_End: ((Aw... so no more? Well, this was quite entertainnig anyway. Have
fun, TM! Or something vaguely resembling it... heh.))
admin Here's looking forward to the next one
Ref_from_Hell: jumps out of EON: Chat.
admin So then.... who's for a hotdog?
LiquidMetal: It's been great!
LiquidMetal: muses to himself quitely about what the future will have in store
for such a young fighter as himself. He falls asleep in the med room, still
breathing heavily as the pain killers take affect.
LiquidMetal: jumps out of EON: Chat.
admin beams out of EON: Chat.
Mental_Floss: Well, I guess I'm out too.
Mental_Floss: beams out of EON: Chat.
