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The Twilight Of The Gods:

Jack flew up the steps. He looked to the gold orb, then the red. "Hm. Quantity." He touched the red orb.
 
Quantity or quality?

-Zod placed a hand on the golden orb-

"I choose quality."

edited 3rd Jan '11 7:17:15 PM by GabrielGloom

 
 1028 Psyga 315, Mon, 3rd Jan '11 7:15:15 PM from Dungeons & Dragons No Sekai Get RP Mod Relationship Status: watch?v=dQw4w9WgXcQ
Nanako The Narcface
"Let's get this thing over with. I wish to return and complete my plans." Daido said, touching the gold orb.

edited 3rd Jan '11 7:15:28 PM by Psyga315

"An MMORPG without a logout button? That's a bold decision, man!"
 1029 Sullen Frog, Mon, 3rd Jan '11 7:15:16 PM from Voormithadreth Get RP Mod Relationship Status: I wanna know about these strangers like me
Whisperer in Darkness
Doom folded his arms over his chest once more, not pleased with this turn of events. Clearly, their captors were trying to goad them into doing something with these two spheres; and evidently, only those in control would suffise, as demonstrated by the unconscious aliens and his damaged robot.

After a moment, the Latverian monarch stepped forward, his gaze shifting to the sphere which uterred of quality. "A king should always place greater emphasis on the performance of his troops over numbers, " he said, touching the orb as he did so.

edited 3rd Jan '11 7:16:28 PM by SullenFrog

 1030 Mysty Glyttyr, Mon, 3rd Jan '11 7:19:57 PM from Ship's Harbor Get RP Mod Relationship Status: Holding out for a hero
FLOWING IN THE WIND
Azula merely shrugged and touched "Quality" as well.
 1031 Oni-Lord, Mon, 3rd Jan '11 7:23:13 PM from Somewhere Get RP Mod Relationship Status: Forming Voltron
Dynamite with a Laser Beam
Kerrigan looked annoyed as her Hydralisks slumped over and stepped up to the orbs. She saw benefit in both of the strategies, but she shrugged and touched the Quality one.
Hunter
"I'd rather have one great battle than a thousand boring ones!" Alastor said, choosing Quality.

 1033 Sir Screwloose, Mon, 3rd Jan '11 7:33:18 PM from my computer, you idiot. Get RP Mod
Cogito Ergo Sum
Fawful zoomed up to the orbs.

"Hmmm.... if they are to be providing the numbers, I can be adding the power!"

Fawful touched the Quantity orb.
Pretend there's something clever written here.
Mr. (4)
Gendo winced as the cries of battle blasted from the orbs.

...Familiar...

He studied them for a moment, pushing up his glasses one more time and deciding to touch the quality orb...

 1035 Colonial1. 1, Mon, 3rd Jan '11 7:42:54 PM from The Marvelous River City Get RP Mod
Crazed Lawrencian
— Megatron began to reach for the Quality orb.—

100 Elite Soldiers Are Always Superior To An Undisciplined Rabble of thousands.

—Before his servos could touch the surface of the sphere, however, his arm froze, then angled sharply and painfully around to sink into the deep red sphere. —

WHAT?!

—The globes began to rapidly expand, the sounds of warcries, drums, marching feet, and bloodthirsty laughter grew louder, louder,    LOUDER   ...—


— And then Megatron awoke, through means of a tough snore. —

SNORE? WHAT!

—The great, gray-haired Decepticon bolted upright, staring in horror at his immense, hairy hands, covered in a rough textile. —

Organic?

—A great bellow of rage shattered the morning calm around the tent of Magnar "Olaf" the Huge. The man himself tore it open, livid. Many shaggy heads poked out from other such temporary structures. —

"Awww, he's gone sober!"

edited 3rd Jan '11 9:18:27 PM by Colonial1.1

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What's the point of being grown up if you can't act childish?
 1036 Sir Screwloose, Mon, 3rd Jan '11 8:59:01 PM from my computer, you idiot. Get RP Mod
Cogito Ergo Sum
Fawful awoke with a start from "Olaf's" bellows, groggily sitting up and looking at the unfamiliar surroundings.

"What is this being? Wait, face!?"

He felt his face, growing increaingly disturbed as he found the bizzarre growth between his eyes and mouth, and the strange, useless flaps of flesh on the sides of his head.

He found a shield and looked with horror as he saw his skin had lost its verdancy, replaced by an unnatural peach-like color.

"Fawful is.... a... human!?"

The shriek from the tent of Fafnir the Furious rivalled that of Olaf for sheer volume:

"I HAVE FURY!"
Pretend there's something clever written here.
 1037 Oni-Lord, Mon, 3rd Jan '11 9:23:25 PM from Somewhere Get RP Mod Relationship Status: Forming Voltron
Dynamite with a Laser Beam
In a bed, covered with red blankets, lies a lithe woman with long red hair. She shifted up bit as she let out a grown, waking up. Her eyes flicker open as one of her hands come up to move some of her hair out of her face. She slid up to a sitting position as one arm held the blanket to her chest.

It took a moment for her mind to get working and for her to realize something was wrong. She looked at her peach colored hands, her bright red hair, and her surroundings. There was no scream, but there was the very loud sound of something smashing against a stone wall, possibly breaking it. Many troops look towards Sarah Morrigan's chambers in confusion.
Hunter
Alastor had grudgingly woken up, not at all bothered by the fact that he was in a room he didn't know anything about, or by how he got there.

His concern was the fact that people were yelling.

No consideration for anyone... He thought, sitting up in his bed now. He appeared to have no physical changes.

"Can't a guy get any sleep?!" He said, loud enough for some troops to hear him, causing some of them to back away. Apparently, in their words, waking Dáinsleif would invoke the rage of Thor himself.

 1039 Chabal 2, Mon, 3rd Jan '11 9:56:33 PM from Plains of Tolosa Get RP Mod
Fear me
-Air Man blinks, and looks down. His air blaster has disappeared, in fact he is no longer made of metal, but the same squishy pink material humans cover up. He blinks again, then tries out the novel experience of having a neck, cracking it repeatedly. Two guards outside hear the noise.-

He's awake!

What, now? It's hasn't been a day since...

I know! I'll get his Lordship, you watch him!

Oh thanks...

-in a sparse barracks room, Zod's eyes snapped open and he leapt out of a small bed-

Where am I now?

-he surveyed his surroundings. Aside from the bed, the room was virtually empty, aside from a wooden chest, which an inspection revealed contained archaic metal armour-

The lack of any technology suggests that I am on an exceedingly primitive planet.

-the door opened and several troops entered-

"Good morning sir."

Sir? Then I have some authority in this world.

"Update me on the current situation at once."

edited 3rd Jan '11 10:07:21 PM by GabrielGloom

 
 1041 Colonial1. 1, Mon, 3rd Jan '11 10:27:14 PM from The Marvelous River City Get RP Mod
Crazed Lawrencian
— Magnar the Huge was not a happy man. Not in the slightest. Every single Northman who saw him coming scattered out of the way, the great sword wielded in one hand even deterring the odd berserker on his path across the camp. —

FAWFUL! ALASTOR! GET YOUR... ARSES OVER HERE!


— A militia corporal shifted uncomfortably.—

"Well Sire, the Great Heathen Army of Danes and Northmen is within two days march of the walls of York. King Aella's mustered as many men as he could, God save 'im, but we don' think it'll be enough."

edited 3rd Jan '11 10:37:25 PM by Colonial1.1

Proud member of the IAA

What's the point of being grown up if you can't act childish?
"Of course... have all troops under my command assemble for inspection immediately."
 
 1043 Colonial1. 1, Mon, 3rd Jan '11 10:48:28 PM from The Marvelous River City Get RP Mod
Crazed Lawrencian
"Yes Sire, we'll wake the rest of your company as fast as we can."

—With that, all but a couple of servants scrambled back out the door. —
Proud member of the IAA

What's the point of being grown up if you can't act childish?
 1044 Oni-Lord, Mon, 3rd Jan '11 11:07:03 PM from Somewhere Get RP Mod Relationship Status: Forming Voltron
Dynamite with a Laser Beam
Sarah Morrigan stepped out of her room, clad in skin tight leather armor, Her red hair was tied back into a long pony tail that went down to her butt. She looked around for anyone she could recognize.

edited 3rd Jan '11 11:12:25 PM by Oni-Lord

[up]Zod hasn't left his room in the barracks yet.

So, I am to command the defense of this city against a 'Great Heathen Army'? How kind of our captors to put me in my element.

-he turned to the remaining servants-

"Make yourselves useful and help me don my armour."

edited 3rd Jan '11 11:13:40 PM by GabrielGloom

 
Hunter
Alastor grumbled as he walked out of his room, wearing a black robe from an older period with chain mail hidden underneath. His sword, unsheathed as usual, didn't change much, and was being carried on his shoulder.

Anyone that saw him stepped aside as he approach the large man yelling for him.

"...Are you...? You're Megatron aren't you? Well, I'd be a little pissed off too if I woke up like that!" He said, chuckling.

"What can I do you for, boss?"

 1047 Colonial1. 1, Mon, 3rd Jan '11 11:24:05 PM from The Marvelous River City Get RP Mod
Crazed Lawrencian
—Magnar's mood brightened very slightly at Alastor's appearance. The scowl did not shift though.—

I need for you to find any of the others within this sea of facial hair and humans. Then we can find out the situation.
Proud member of the IAA

What's the point of being grown up if you can't act childish?
Hunter
"Scouting huh? Alright, I'm on it." Alastor said, turning around and getting ready to walk away.

"Anything else you want to add before I go?"

 1049 Colonial1. 1, Mon, 3rd Jan '11 11:30:48 PM from The Marvelous River City Get RP Mod
Crazed Lawrencian
Yes. Don't get in too many brawls along the way.
Proud member of the IAA

What's the point of being grown up if you can't act childish?
Hunter
"Oh, don't you worry, I only save my energy for fights that are worth the effort."

With that, Alastor walked off, grinning as he noted the apparent respect being given off by passersby.

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