XWF Monday Massacre 2 EON Chat Transcript
Welcome to the EON Chat, LiquidMetal
Welcome to room Lobby
The topic in this room is: Chat away people
LiquidMetal: Heya
Iron_Angel: Heya yourself.
LiquidMetal: Yea. Same to you too!
LiquidMetal: Is blackhammer here?
Come back soon, LiquidMetal
Lets get ready to Ruuuuumbllllllleeeeeeeee!
Welcome to room Monday_Massacre!
The topic in this room is: X! W! F!
[ EON: Chat: >>> Iron_Angel walks slowly into the room Monday_Massacre!. ]
LiquidMetal: hi bard
Iron_Angel: Hey there!
Iron_Angel: (Say, who is Bard?)
LiquidMetal: We thought you were blackhammer for a sec
LiquidMetal: (bard's from the forum. me and him game sometimes)
[ EON: Chat: >>> Black_Hammer walks slowly into the room Monday_Massacre!. ]
Black_Hammer: Grrrr!
Bard (private): bard, Gentleman for Hire and Mystery Archaeologist (what does
he mean "who is Bard?"?)
Iron_Angel: Maybe another circle member or a volentier ST?
Black_Hammer: I was hoping to hit someone, but I can ST if required.
LiquidMetal: Bard, tell us about your fighter "no gloves"
Bard: Well...
Bard: ...Mike "No-Gloves" Jameson was a lower class black kid from a family
of five in Phili
Iron_Angel: Yes, what are his weaknesses?
Bard: He got into boxing in highschool as a way to escape the pressures of dealing
with a sick mother and a deadbeat father. He found a talent for it
LiquidMetal: Wait... three sentence version plz
Bard: And eventually made it into the Golden Gloves chamionship.
Black_Hammer: pipe down, you tentacled freak.
Bard: Ok. No-Gloves is the BEST boxer in the world, kicked out of the Baseline
boxing circuit because he killed his opponent in a chamionship bout.
LiquidMetal: Which one of us?
Black_Hammer: Liquid Metal.
LiquidMetal: Dang. You, you must be a tentacle racist or something, you know
that?
Iron_Angel: I thought I killed Liquid Metal.
Black_Hammer: Bard- we're listening.
LiquidMetal: Aaah. Almost, thank God for regeneration.
Bard: He's a tentaclist
Black_Hammer: He flatlined for a sec there, so technically you did.
LiquidMetal: Yea. Tis true.
Bard: You flatlined him?
Bard: Dude!
Black_Hammer: When I use the phrase "Tentacled freak", it's to distinguish you
from the other 25 foot tall metal freak in the room.
Bard: Hey, LM, how about we bring in Yi and the rest of the Dynasty to the XWF?
LiquidMetal: I was seeing a light at the end of a tunnel. Iron Angel is /tough/!
LiquidMetal: No, I don't think we should, Bard
Iron_Angel: Well thank you. Say did we make it to the end of the round?
Black_Hammer: rolls shoulders I'm sure he is.
Bard: Oh come on. Don't you want to see Yi beat Superbeast around the room with
his bare hands without spending a quantum point?
Iron_Angel: Or was the fight stopped in mid round?
LiquidMetal: Black Hammer, just be careful eh? And good luck. If you beat Iron
Angel I aught to buy you a drink.
Black_Hammer: "Round" in the boxing sense or the OOC sense?
Iron_Angel: OOC
LiquidMetal: Our fight lasted less than 20 seconds. I guess you were stopped
before you landed your last "hit".
Bard: Wait a sec.
Bard: How come Iron Angel speaks in Blue?
LiquidMetal: He edited his profile.
Black_Hammer: I think it's in your profile.
Black_Hammer: jinx.
Iron_Angel: I set my color to metalic blue.
LiquidMetal: double jinx. no mercy. no take backs
Black_Hammer: Iron Angel: as the victor of last week's Massacre, would you like
to referee this one?
Bard: Ah
LiquidMetal: Okay. I thought Iron Angel was going to be fighting the Black Hammer.
What's this?
Iron_Angel: I could, but I'd learn things about Black H and he might want to
fight me.
Black_Hammer: OK, LM, you wanna ref this one?
Iron_Angel: That was the idea. Say, what circle are you in Bard?
LiquidMetal: Red circle, aren't you?
Bard: Well...
Black_Hammer: I have no problem seperating IC and OOC info, generally, but that's
probably because I'm always GMing.
Bard: ...but if you let me bring Yi in he's the circle above black.
Black_Hammer: afk- one second . . .
Iron_Angel: What does "afk" mean?
LiquidMetal: He's away for killing... or soemthing like that
Black_Hammer: Away From Keyboard. or "Also F*king Killed"
LiquidMetal: j/k
Black_Hammer: I'm back.
LiquidMetal: Did you kill anyone while away ?
Black_Hammer: No. I'm a Good Guy.
Bard: Guys, this chat is killing my machine
Bard: Lagging way too much
Bard: Between this and NB
Iron_Angel: I thought I was the Good Guy?
Bard: I'm gonna head out.
Iron_Angel:
LiquidMetal: Ok. Later Bard.
Black_Hammer: Wanna disconnect/reconnect?
[ EON: Chat: <<< Bard beams out of EON: Chat. ]
Iron_Angel: OK Black_Hammer, I'm guessing the choice of chalenge is yours. The
3rd can ST.
Black_Hammer: Well, if you win maybe you're the goodguy. I've got that low-Taint
crowd pleaser thing going on.
LiquidMetal: I only came to watch. If I story tell, I'll be forever throwing
away my character. I'm not ready to do that yet.
Iron_Angel: Hmmm. OK, this might still work.....
Black_Hammer: Let's see: Live, No-Ref - how 'bout this: We roll our own "internal"
rolls, for things like Shapeshift. We tell the other person how many successes
we got on attack rolls and what the base damage is.
Black_Hammer: We roll the damage done AGAINST US, keep track of our own body
levels and the like.
Black_Hammer: Anything I'm leaving out for complete secrecy?
Iron_Angel: OK, That will have to do. Somethings we will have to whisper.
LiquidMetal: That's certainly possible. It only gives away how much damage of
what type were doing.
Black_Hammer (private): test whisper to LM
LiquidMetal (whispers to Black_Hammer): I hear ya
Black_Hammer: Did you guys get my separate test whispers?
Iron_Angel: Yes, did you?
LiquidMetal: Yup. You got mine?
Black_Hammer: I got bothayers.
Iron_Angel: OK, the ring is the same as before, one month later.
Black_Hammer: I'm afraid this is going to have to be a really boring arena.
Otherwise we're going to get into "need a ruling" territory.
Iron_Angel: Say, 30 meters by 30?
Black_Hammer: Oh, hell, it'll have the whirling deathblades and the chains and
all. what's life without a challenge?
Iron_Angel: 60m by 60 then?
Black_Hammer: 60m by 60 works for me.
Iron_Angel: I suspect that we are both so tough that blades won't be a problem.
Black_Hammer: Hope so.
Iron_Angel: High roll steps out first?
Black_Hammer: Deal.
Iron_Angel: Beat a 2!
LiquidMetal:
Black_Hammer: the dull thudding bass starts up as Black Hammer enters the ring.
An obsidian sculpture of a man, with an anvil over one shoulder , stomps in.
LiquidMetal: I'll watch my competition from one of the private boxes.
Black_Hammer: "No Light Fantastic Ever Crosses My Mind. . .That Meditation Stuff
Will Make You Go Blind. Just Crank The Volume To The Point of Pain. . .Why Waste
Good Music On a Brain?"
Black_Hammer: Heavy! Duty! Heavy Duty Rock and Roll!
Black_Hammer: sorry, that should have been in theme-music italics.
Black_Hammer: The Black Hammer lightly puts down the anvil in the corner of
the ring.
Black_Hammer: "Ladies and Gentlemen. . .weighing in at over a ton. . .He Slammed
the Vore in Austin. . .He Pounded the Polyp in LA. . .BLACK HAMMER!"
Black_Hammer: the crowd goes sorta, kinda wild
Iron_Angel: Ref: And in this corner, weighing in at 35 TONS! The Iron Angel!!!!
LiquidMetal: "I can't tell who will win. Black Hammer looks tough, he's got
a good record and I have no idea how invulnerable he really is..."
Iron_Angel: The sounds of Chant fill the air as Iron Angel Steps into the ring.
Iron_Angel: He pauses at the door, grabs a microphone (35 feet in the air)
LiquidMetal: "On the other hand. B.B Bartlett told me personally that only 4
fighters of the black circle could stand toe to toe with Angel... is Black Hammer
one of them?"
Iron_Angel: And says "God grant me the strength to carry on here". "If I win,
I swear I will donate tonights winnings to Catholic Releaf Services.
[ EON: Chat: >>> FrayedEdge enters the room Monday_Massacre!. ]
Iron_Angel: His halo brightens noticeably at that.
Black_Hammer: A lovely, Gothy woman in a widow's dress sits two seats down from
Liquid Metal. Pale skinned, black hair, red red lips. . .Vanessa Van Scythe,
Black Hammer's manager.
Black_Hammer: Black Hammer looks around, at the possible threat, or support.
. .
Iron_Angel: And then, 2 steps into the ring, he holds out his hand and a massive
flamming Sword appears in it.
LiquidMetal: "Black Hammer aught to donate his winnings to your medical bill"
Mused Jacen with a dry voice.
Iron_Angel: Pointed upward, drops of melted metal drip down.
Black_Hammer: Black Hammer loosens his shoulders, and advances
LiquidMetal: "It begins, and the arena is watching with bated breath. Hell,
so am I."
FrayedEdge: Watches, breath bated.
LiquidMetal: ((Are you in the private box with the watching fighters and managers,
frayed?))
Black_Hammer: The enormous Nova charges, his feet hitting the ground like giant
hammers. The seven-foot monolith stands his ground.
FrayedEdge: ((I haven't entered ICly, yet. I'm waiting to get an idea of what's
going on))
Iron_Angel: Iron Angel runs forward, at almost inhuman speed, he attacks and
Black_Hammer is ingulfed in flame.
Black_Hammer: One moment while I do some math. ..
LiquidMetal: ((Good luck Black Hammer! Show us what you got Angel!)
FrayedEdge: Is sitting in one of the crap seats, far from the arena's vitrium
walls. He curses as his drink is spilled by the reverberating footfalls of the
shootfighter.
LiquidMetal: ((A question is Angel actually made of metal?))
Iron_Angel (private): He doesn't look it. How do you tell?
LiquidMetal (whispers to Iron_Angel): Well that would be the answer.
LiquidMetal (whispers to Iron_Angel): What I meant was, "Does Angel look like
he's made of iron?"
[ EON: Chat: <<< FrayedEdge sneaks quietly out of the room Monday_Massacre!.
]
[ EON: Chat: >>> FrayedEdge opens the door, looks around and enters into the
room Monday_Massacre!. ]
Black_Hammer: The obsidian menace seems to duck TOWARDS the giant sword, rather
than away.The blade reverbrates , rebounds, and the ground cracks under the
smaller Nova's feet.
LiquidMetal: Jojo: "Amazing. Move from BlackHammer!" Bud:_ "Let's see that in
super, super slow motion!"
Iron_Angel: Iron Angel's appearance is disquitely perfect. He looks like he
stepped out of a painting.
Black_Hammer: Stepping out of his own footprints, the Hammer leaps up, trailing
black blood, and drives a fist into the Angel's hip. . .
Iron_Angel: His flesh is white and angel perfect.
LiquidMetal: ((oops problem with my bold))
Black_Hammer: . . .but first. . .
LiquidMetal: Jojo: "Iron Angel is not only a firmly religious man, but a great
fighter and quite the ladies man apparently."
LiquidMetal: ...he continues as they fight Jojo: "There are many opmails coming
in every day; asking for more pictures of Angel."
Black_Hammer: . . .the Angel slides backwards six feet and swats the Hammer
out of the air with his sword.
Black_Hammer: Jojo: That's gonna leave a mark.
LiquidMetal: ... *Bud interjects* Bud: "Yea there are a couple adult only opsites
with pics of Angel. But let's see how he fights."
Iron_Angel: Angel strikes downward....
FrayedEdge: Spittle hits the back of his neck, ejected from the frothing mouth
of the mark behind him, as the other 87, 995 attendees pop.
Black_Hammer: And the Black hammer is smote! He falls to the ground, a giant
crack in his skin- the paraphysicians are going wild- the Hammer is DOWN!
Iron_Angel: The sword actually hits both sides of Black_Hammer. It then travels
further down and partly vaporizes the floor.
Black_Hammer: He's flatlined!
Black_Hammer: His manager, Vanessa Van Scythe, pops into the ring, puts her
hands on the gaping wound, and stares up at the alabaster Messenger of God.
LiquidMetal: The crowd screams Jojo: "Amazing an unbelievable finish by Angel!"
Iron_Angel: Iron Angel continues the sword motion for yet another blow and then
barely halts as the buzzer goes off.
Black_Hammer: "Back off you oversized hypocrite", she snarls, as the wound visibly
closes under her hands.
FrayedEdge: A flying hotdog smacks him in the side of the face. He wipes mustard
off his nose as his vision is obscured by the crowd jumping to their feet.
Iron_Angel: Angel opens his hand, and the unreal heat fades, as does the sword.
LiquidMetal: Jojo: "That's the second near fatality in as many fights! The med
team is following Black Hammer's manager out"
Black_Hammer: The Angel backs away under the inhuman venom of Van Scythe's glare.
Iron_Angel: Angel closes his eyes in grief, and turns away...
LiquidMetal: *IA's theme song plays and the crowd chants for him in a holy hymn.*
LiquidMetal: *Crowd's can be cruel like that.*
LiquidMetal: *The med team approaches Black Hammer... "are you ok sir"?*
Black_Hammer: The crowd roars for the Angel. . .
LiquidMetal: *Meanwhile... Jojo: "The winner... Iron Angel!!!"
Iron_Angel: Waying to the crowd, the angel can only try to think of the dozens
of lives that will be saved... CRS does a good job.
Black_Hammer: . . .and in an ignored corner of the ring, three tons of broken
stone croaks, "Do I LOOK OK?"
LiquidMetal: *"S-s-s Sorry sir."*
Black_Hammer: Yet, less than a minute later, the Hammer walks back to his dressing
room under his own power.
FrayedEdge: Hack wonders for the umpteenth time what he's doing here. Remembers
that its because he was going to meet a girl here, and she never showed. He
gets up and starts forcing his way through the fervent crowd, flicking off anyone
who glares at him.
LiquidMetal: (( frayed))
LiquidMetal: ((Ok guys, I'll make a copy of the transcript anything else you'd
like to add?))
Black_Hammer: He's the better Nova.
LiquidMetal: "Yea he's a tough one alright", says the tall man.
LiquidMetal: "I'm Liquid Metal. You put up one hell of a fight one tonight."
LiquidMetal: "on tonight."
Iron_Angel: (Are you talking to IA or BH)?
LiquidMetal: ((BH, right now. I'll be talking to you after, if you're around))
LiquidMetal: Hold's his hand out to BH to be shaked "Easy there. I'm in human
form, eh"
Black_Hammer: I dunno, I thought I was pretty good. I am pretty good. He's just
better.
Iron_Angel: (Gotcha.) Iron walks off to the dressing room as the crew cleans
up.
LiquidMetal: Laughs in his usually hyper-energetic manner "Sorry. I thought
the same damn thing!"
Black_Hammer: Good thing wee
Black_Hammer: we had a good opening act fight, 'cause otherwise a LOT of fans
would want their money back.
LiquidMetal: smiles consolingly "Cheer up bub. You get 1/4 of the cash and you
get the satisfaction of knowing you're one of the four."
Black_Hammer: Four what?
Black_Hammer: quirks mouth ironically
LiquidMetal: "Like me. You're one of the four novas in the black circle who
can actually stand toe to toe with a holy monster like Angel. He's unstoppable
so far."
Black_Hammer: "I saw the fight. I thought I had a trick for him. He's just a
lot faster than I expected."
LiquidMetal: "Oh he's near unbeatable if you fight him one on one; balls to
the wall. I noticed your manager by the way, you lucky dog "
Black_Hammer: "Vanessa? We're just friends. I'm sure you know THAT song."
LiquidMetal: "She's one of the suits, like BB. But she's special. She's a nova
isn't she?"
Black_Hammer: "She's a DeVries Elite. They won't let her compete. "
LiquidMetal: "Aaah. We should talk more. We might end up fighting each other,
or standing side by side against someone. We might as well know each other."
Black_Hammer: . . . and the two novas leave the arena together. "I know a good
place for BBQ around here. "
FrayedEdge: Hack gets punched on his way out.
LiquidMetal: "I'm going to pay Angel a quick visit first... one sec."
LiquidMetal: knocking on Angel's door
Iron_Angel: A small man opens the door. Yes?
Iron_Angel: "Oh, LM, its you. Come on in."
LiquidMetal: Angel's fight manager says... "Hey Angel, your rookie friend Liquid
whats-his-face, wants to see ya. I sez he should get lost okay?"
Iron_Angel: "No, let him in."
Iron_Angel: How is Black_Hammer holding up?
LiquidMetal: "Oooh wait. You want him to stay"..... "Hey LIQUID! Get back in
here!"
LiquidMetal: LM jumps back in, giving Angel's manager a wink that says "I told
ya so"
Iron_Angel: So, I hope he is alright?
LiquidMetal: When LM sees Angel he seems to stop in fear for a moment. A most
disheartening stop for a young and powerful man.
LiquidMetal: Black Hammer, he's seen better days. But physically the man is
a tank and a half.
LiquidMetal: Did he work you up back there? I saw how you tore into him.
Iron_Angel: Good stuff. We did good things for the Lord out there. I would hate
to think that his time had come.
Iron_Angel: (looking embarised) I'm afraid I over estimated his durability.
LiquidMetal: His face is still. He seems to want to say something, but swallows
it back
LiquidMetal: (shrugs) He's good.
Iron_Angel: I forget sometimes just how much GOD's backing really means.
FrayedEdge: ((OOCly eats up the drama))
LiquidMetal: And you, how are you holding up Angel? I thought he got a few licks
in...
Iron_Angel: Oh, I was done healing before the match ended. I never really got
a chance to see what he had.
FrayedEdge: ((but . . . has to go, resolving to read the transcript later ))
[ EON: Chat: <<< FrayedEdge beams out of EON: Chat. ]
Iron_Angel: A pity really, I really felt the power of GOD defending me.
LiquidMetal: steals a cigar out of the nearby managers pocket and lits up Cool.
I gotta get some of this holy power next time
Iron_Angel: The way is simple. You could start by giving most of your winnings
to charity.
LiquidMetal: Really, Angel don't you think you may be laying it on a bit thick...
charity? "Gadzooks" my dad would say.
LiquidMetal: Well, I suppose you aught to know, Angel. That BB Bartlett has
decided you're to be my "mentor". What ever that means...
Iron_Angel: Ah, my friend, true power is gained by living and doing what you
believe in.
LiquidMetal: I suppose it has something to do with that "iron" part in your
name. But you don't look all metalic so plz, clue me in.
LiquidMetal: eyes angel with one raised eyebrow
Iron_Angel: I heard. The main thing to remember is how to live, off the ring,
not in it.
Iron_Angel: Many of our comrades have destroyed themselves, not out in the ring,
but inside themselves.
LiquidMetal: Hah. Okay, but my manager ain't gonna be happy if you and I don't
start some serious training bub. Now I gotta go get some bbq chicken wings,
the good kind.
LiquidMetal: walks out, waving to angel. giving the manager a look
LiquidMetal: ((Sorry, BH. Didn't mean to put you to sleep. ))
Black_Hammer: audible in the distance, JoJo saying, "This night's activities
go out to Lee Cordochorea!"
LiquidMetal: ((Why did I say OOC that was perfectly IC? Pretend it is))
LiquidMetal: Some in the crowd chant "Lee! Lee! Lee!"
Iron_Angel: ((Who?))
Black_Hammer: ((Thingmaker.))
LiquidMetal: ((thingmaker)) Jacen approaches BH
Black_Hammer: How goes the night?
LiquidMetal: What's up. (it's not a question when he says it;-))
Black_Hammer: some kid runs up to Black Hammer, says, 'You got your a$$ KICKED!!!'
and runs off
LiquidMetal: Sorry to put you to sleep.
Black_Hammer: I could eat. You?
LiquidMetal: to the kid #### off punk. Or I'll unleash my monster on your pretty
preteen ass!
LiquidMetal: to himself Hmmm... I ought to put that slogan on a t-shirt.
Black_Hammer: Don't bother. There's a million of them, they paid their money,
they got their blood, and. . .well, he's right.
LiquidMetal: Hah, she's just a mark... wait a sec did you say "he"? Aw crap.
Black_Hammer: And, y'know, they DO pay us enough for this shit.
LiquidMetal: Amen.
Black_Hammer: OOC: time for us to all wander off into the night?
LiquidMetal: Alright. I'm saving the transcript...
LiquidMetal: ....booga booga.... 1... 2....
Black_Hammer: Night, all.
LiquidMetal:
LiquidMetal: ....3.
Black_Hammer: Night, IA.
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LiquidMetal: Saved
Iron_Angel:
[ EON: Chat: <<< Iron_Angel sneaks quietly out of EON: Chat.
