TVTropes Now available in the app store!
Open

Follow TV Tropes

Following

ITT: We are our avatars.

Go To

Raidouthe21st Cool Dude from Whacking trick-or-treating punks Since: Jun, 2010 Relationship Status: Anime is my true love
Cool Dude
#1231552: May 22nd 2018 at 4:34:13 PM

Samus: ...If there is nobody else, I would be willing to.

We Are Our Avatars Forever (Now on Discord by invitation, PM)
NeonMoon Since: Oct, 2012
#1231553: May 22nd 2018 at 4:35:37 PM

Dinah: -Looks at Samus, unsure of what she means-

Raidouthe21st Cool Dude from Whacking trick-or-treating punks Since: Jun, 2010 Relationship Status: Anime is my true love
Cool Dude
#1231554: May 22nd 2018 at 4:43:26 PM

Samus: If there's nobody else who will tell your story, I'll be sure to do so. I'm one of the last living people who can tell the tale of the chozo, after all.

We Are Our Avatars Forever (Now on Discord by invitation, PM)
NeonMoon Since: Oct, 2012
#1231555: May 22nd 2018 at 4:44:57 PM

Dinah: You are under no obligation to.

Raidouthe21st Cool Dude from Whacking trick-or-treating punks Since: Jun, 2010 Relationship Status: Anime is my true love
Cool Dude
#1231556: May 22nd 2018 at 4:49:44 PM

Samus: I understand that very well.

We Are Our Avatars Forever (Now on Discord by invitation, PM)
NeonMoon Since: Oct, 2012
Raidouthe21st Cool Dude from Whacking trick-or-treating punks Since: Jun, 2010 Relationship Status: Anime is my true love
Cool Dude
#1231558: May 22nd 2018 at 5:02:05 PM

Samus: Of course. I'm sure you would do the same for me, Dinah.

We Are Our Avatars Forever (Now on Discord by invitation, PM)
ericshaofangwang Messenger of the Daemon Sultan from the Void between universes Since: Jul, 2017 Relationship Status: Having tea with Cthulhu
Messenger of the Daemon Sultan
#1231560: May 22nd 2018 at 9:27:18 PM

-Operator is waiting around, ready to go to the next location-

Operator: <Where next are we heading?>

edited 22nd May '18 9:40:53 PM by ericshaofangwang

This is the internet. Jokes fly over in private jets, and sarcasm has bullshit stealth technology.
Bcom Since: Jun, 2014
#1231561: May 23rd 2018 at 11:06:45 AM

-something comes screaming down through the atmosphere and hits the ground somewhere out in the desert part of the wildspire wastes-

ericshaofangwang Messenger of the Daemon Sultan from the Void between universes Since: Jul, 2017 Relationship Status: Having tea with Cthulhu
Messenger of the Daemon Sultan
#1231562: May 23rd 2018 at 11:50:33 PM

Operator: ...That's quite an entrance.

This is the internet. Jokes fly over in private jets, and sarcasm has bullshit stealth technology.
MrKirb Lights, Camera, Action! from bluh bluh land Since: Apr, 2011 Relationship Status: Healthy, deeply-felt respect for this here Shotgun
Lights, Camera, Action!
#1231563: May 25th 2018 at 7:08:22 PM

edited 25th May '18 7:08:30 PM by MrKirb

ericshaofangwang Messenger of the Daemon Sultan from the Void between universes Since: Jul, 2017 Relationship Status: Having tea with Cthulhu
Messenger of the Daemon Sultan
#1231564: Jun 8th 2018 at 8:52:38 PM

- Operator sits at the oasis, fishing -

This is the internet. Jokes fly over in private jets, and sarcasm has bullshit stealth technology.
ericshaofangwang Messenger of the Daemon Sultan from the Void between universes Since: Jul, 2017 Relationship Status: Having tea with Cthulhu
Messenger of the Daemon Sultan
#1231565: Jul 20th 2018 at 9:24:32 PM

-A piece of paper stands on top of a small, transparent box. In it are small metallic statues of everyone the Operator has met and a vial of glowing red fluid. On the piece of paper is a message:

"Things haven't been peaceful, but I doubt the multiverse ever is. Affairs have become choppy back home, and consequently I have to go back. While I doubt I'll return, I do hope everyone's time was enjoyable here. There were good and bad times for everyone, and I don't regret being a part of you guys. I've left a few trinkets for everyone, and I hope we can remember each other even if we will never meet again.

Goodbye

Operator"

This is the internet. Jokes fly over in private jets, and sarcasm has bullshit stealth technology.
Raidouthe21st Cool Dude from Whacking trick-or-treating punks Since: Jun, 2010 Relationship Status: Anime is my true love
Cool Dude
#1231566: Aug 3rd 2018 at 11:17:21 PM

-Meanwhile, across the galaxy-

-Wade Wilson, alias Deadpool, having retired from all this nonsense about superheroes, mercenaries, and a life of action, excitement, and fun-filled adventure in order to spend some time with his closest friends and family, walks out to the front yard to pick up the morning newspaper. He looks up at the beautiful day, in his nice red spandex and his nice blue bath robe and his nice pink bunny slippers -

-Just in time to spot the many, many, many convergences of time and space all falling in upon his location. In one possibility lies the eternal war of mad men fighting impossible odds against creation itself, never ending. In another lies children seeking out the road to adulthood on board a single car as their old home metaphorically waves goodbye to them. In still another, a god dies as a multitude of mercenaries fell a creature that defies logic and comprehension...but also has a fatal allergy to gold. In still another, a shaded man in a blackened suit with a robotic arm and eyepatch fires a white bullet at a woman in emerald as the sound of a record scratching fills the air. And finally, in ours, a whole host of friends and comrades celebrate as the strongest artificially created dragon in heaven and hell is felled while pokemon and animals frolic freely in the sun upon a beach-

-Thinking quickly for one word that can sum up every complicated thing he is feeling, Wade Wilson screws his eyes shut and holds up a single sign with one word on it, like a famous coyote once did-

EEP!

All suffering comes from desire. So I don't think this outfit is really helping.

Shall I shoot him? Heads or Tails?

Such violence is not a good livelihood.

Shut up. Let the coin decide.

War. War never changes.

When atomic fire consumed the earth, those who survived did so in great, underground vaults. When they opened, their inhabitants set out across ruins of the old world to build new societies, establish new villages, forming tribes.

As decades passed, what had been the American southwest united beneath the flag of the New California Republic, dedicated to old-world values of democracy and the rule of law. As the Republic grew, so did its needs. Scouts spread east, seeking territory and wealth, in the dry and merciless expanse of the Mojave Desert. They returned with tales of a city untouched by the warheads that had scorched the rest of the world, and a great wall spanning the Colorado River.

The NCR mobilized its army and sent it east to occupy the Hoover Dam, and restore it to working condition. But across the Colorado, another society had arisen under a different flag. A vast army of monsters, forged from the conquest of 86 tribes of mutants: Caesar's Legion.


War has changed.

It's no longer about nations, ideologies, or ethnicity. It's an endless series of battles, fought by monsters and machines. War, and its consumption of life, has become an infernal machine.

War has changed.

Hellish soldiers carry hellish weapons, use hellish gear. Netherworld magic inside their bodies enhance and inhibit their ability to die. Demonic genes, demonic information, demonic emotions, a demonic battlefield…everything has surpassed the atom thanks to hell.

War has changed.

The age of deterrence gave way to the age of hell, all in the name of averting further catastrophe from these new weapons of mass destruction. And he who controls hell, controls humanity.

War has changed.

When the battlefield is nothing but hell, war...becomes routine.


-A girl in a flashy fur-trimmed jacket, with fox-like ears poking out of her black hair and a long fluffy tail coming out from underneath her jacket, notices a see-through box sitting underneath a lone tree at a dried up water hole in the middle of the desert. She looks at the note, the box, and the vial...and quietly pockets all of them in a momentary show of respect, before walking past a massive neon sign, tilted slightly and intermittently shorting out, showing only the words...-

WELCOME TO NETHERVEGAS


-Years have passed since the Republic held the Dam - just barely - against the Legion's onslaught, with the help of many nameless mercenaries and heroes. But The Legion has not stayed gone. Across the river, it gathers strength. Campfires burned, training drums beat.

Through it all, the Nether Vegas Strip had stayed open for business under the control of its mysterious overseer, Mayor Aurora Van'el, and her army of rehabilitated demons and police robots.

Whether working for Kerberos Inc. after their last successful mission to save some Netherworld students and subdue a scientific experiment gone mad, working for the sole Mayor of this town as one of her infinite number of hired goons, or here at the Nether Vegas Strip for some fun with friends and family...such distinctions do not matter. You are here now. When it matters most. For what seemed like a simple vacation will soon take a turn for the worse...-

Edited by Raidouthe21st on Aug 4th 2018 at 1:40:32 PM

We Are Our Avatars Forever (Now on Discord by invitation, PM)
LeChuck4 Since: Feb, 2010
#1231567: Aug 4th 2018 at 10:44:35 AM

~and on this beautiful day, something quite curious happens~

~each and every single member of the Kerberos Mercenary Group receives a message from their Quartermaster; an urgent call for a company meeting of the highest possible priority~

NeonMoon Since: Oct, 2012
#1231568: Aug 4th 2018 at 10:45:39 AM

-My characters file in.-

-Sam already knows what this is about, and as such waits for Chuck-

Raidouthe21st Cool Dude from Whacking trick-or-treating punks Since: Jun, 2010 Relationship Status: Anime is my true love
Cool Dude
#1231569: Aug 4th 2018 at 10:47:40 AM

-My characters who are employed by Kerberos file in as well-

-Samus Aran is not yet as aware as Sam is as she sits waiting, sipping her cup of coffee-

Edited by Raidouthe21st on Aug 4th 2018 at 1:47:21 PM

We Are Our Avatars Forever (Now on Discord by invitation, PM)
HilarityEnsues Since: Sep, 2009
SpartyMcFly Military Grade Shitposter from Not where he should be Since: Nov, 2010 Relationship Status: Get out of here, STALKER
Military Grade Shitposter
#1231571: Aug 4th 2018 at 11:16:06 AM

"...unfortunately, however, it turned out that Mr. Fluffles was not actually a living dog, but a Mini Nuke in a taxidermied dog shell. None of the good Samaritans who intervened on Mr. Fluffles' behalf survived the explosion."

The newsroom looks old, disused. Dusty and decreipt, even with the effort put in to renovate it.

There is a reason for this.

Nuclear weapons are powerful. A single W87 nuclear warhead - 300 kiloton yield, the kind of thing commonly seen in the normal, non-multiversal American arsenal - liberates enough pure energy to obliterate half of Manhattan in a single stroke, and to take Hoboken and a small section of Brooklyn with it. It is one of the more modestly sized nuclear weapons in a massive arsenal of missiles.

Nether Vegas is a world that exists in the aftermath of a nuclear war. It's a surprise they even have an intact newsroom at all. Let alone the cameras to record, or the equipment necessary to broadcast this to the current civilization stood up here in the ashes of whatever the past was.

Not that the newsdemon is letting it bother her. She has a set of bunny ears on. A few blue bangs hover in front of one of her eyes, as if she is peeking out from behind herself. Her dress shows off her shoulders. It's an outfit designed to look as cute as possible. And this is Nether Vegas, after all; it's anyone's guess as to whether or not this is her working outfit the news network assigned her, or if she genuinely wants to wear this and the news network, if it even has a dress code, doesn't feel like enforcing it. Either way, it's driving ratings up, so the Era of the Cute Outfit is here to stay. For the moment.

"And with that, it's time to move onto WARWATCH!" The newsdemon doesn't move or flinch, even as short-ranged fireworks are launched inside the studio and a cardboard cutout with "WARWATCH" in bright red letters and a crosshair on the silhouette of a typical Overlord falls from the ceiling. Special effects are difficult at the moment; the Demonic News Network (DNN, for short) has to make do with what it can. But the reports are factual. Mostly. That's the thing that counts here.

"The latest news coming in from our few sources outside of Nether Vegas indicates that the Rebel Army continues to survive against the onslaught instigated by The Lost." The fireworks are still burning. Dimly, an astute viewer might realize some of them are actually flares. Helpers - one of whom is a Prinny - scuttle into view, holding up artistic renditions of the Rebel Army's logo, Void Dark himself, and a picture of what appears to be The Lost crushing an opposing army. The Prinny's is the best artwork, not that it stops him getting slapped off the table by a helper who wants more space for his improvised graphic.

"For the uninitiated, The Lost is an army commanded by a new Demon Overlord, Void Dark. Overlord Dark's army is reportedly ten billion strong; having both conquered and destroyed an amount of planets and other Overlords that cannot be reliably counted at this time. The Rebel Army is not the first; many have sprung up in the wake of the annihilation The Lost leave behind them. However, they are the first to have survived any longer than one week, which our sources outside of this Netherworld attribute to the fact this particular army is lead by multiple Overlords from different, destroyed Netherworlds, united only by their desire for revenge against Void Dark." The newsdemon doesn't sound like anything. At all. Her mouth is moving but there's barely any sound coming out. The subtitles seem to line up, though, and the viewers keep thinking it's adorable, and the last time they tried to put the microphones closer she didn't speak for an entire broadcast hour, so the executives threw their hands up. This is how the news is presented today.

"In addition, the few sources actually close enough to catch battles on their behalf can confirm that the Rebel Army, strangely, appear to be winning against The Lost. They don't seem to be suffering many notable casualties in their engagements, and have managed to successfully accomplish every objective they set out to do, with The Lost being powerless to stop them despite their numbers. Whether this will have any effect on The Lost, with their overwhelming numerical advantage, or if they have encountered Overlord Dark himself on the battlefield, remains to be seen. This ends our current WARWATCH." The cardboard cutout - lingering at the edge of the screen - is winched back up. The helpers drop their drawings and draw fire extinguishers; smoke wafts onto the screen as they vacate it. The newsroom might be torching up, but to a longtime viewer that isn't concerning. It's not the first time.

"Further up north, scattered reports are inbound from an area formerly called 'Boston' of the rampage of an unknown human throughout the wasteland there." The newsdemon waits patiently for more graphics to show up, but for a good ten seconds the fwoosh of fire extinguishers still fills the air. Placidly, she looks to the side. Her one eye catches a roaring flame that is eating the side of the newsroom. The fire extinguishers don't seem to be working, and they are discussing throwing the Prinny in. The newsdemon turns back and resumes her dissertation. The subtitles take a moment to catch up.

"Details are scarce; however, survivor accounts indicate that they are apparently a survivor of the world that existed before this one, whichever one that may be. This 'Sole Survivor' has taken to shooting anyone that vaguely presents a threat to themselves, and looting everything on those people that they kill. DNN does not know at this time how they are able to so effectively crush all those that oppose them, despite not being a demon; however, enough eyewitness reports are coming in that it is the only reasonable conclusion. Attempts to reach the human themselves for comment, and to confirm which of the theories of the past are true, are at the moment fruitless, as they have apparently departed for an area referred to as 'Far Harbor.' Their actions do not seem to be helping the local conflict we have been aware of for the past several months regarding..."

The demon stops to check her paper. In one of the few breaches of composure she ever displays, she brushes the hair out of her eyes and squints to make sure what she's reading is the actual truth. The subtitles keep going for a moment until the subtitler catches up. The newsdemon continues to stare blankly, before smoothing her bangs back out over her eye and turning back towards the camera.

"...the rights of robots. DNN is continuing to attempt to figure out just why people are fighting over something so strangely trivial, and rest assured we will have a report as soon as we are able."

"In local news, Caesar's Legion appears to be reaching war strength yet again, as about a week and a half ago the first campfire became visible from the east bank of the Colorado River. The NDR is pre-emptively mobilizing the Army in preparation to assist Mayor Van'el against another offensive action taken against the Vegas Strip, and there are scattered eyewitness reports of NDR Rangers commencing probing attacks against Legion camps on the east bank to test their battle readiness. DNN does not know at this time whether or not Overlord Caesar has been resurrected, but historical trends show that if he has not been returned yet, he likely will be in time for the inevitable invasion. The General of the NDR is reportedly unworried by this, stating that Caesar's Legion has been repelled practically every time they have attempted to invade, and that so long as everyone continues to serve admirably this time will be no different. We have not been able to reach Mayor Van'el for comment, but given local public attitudes on the Strip towards the rebuilding of the Legion, it is likely that she feels the same way."

An explosion redlines the volume for a moment and throws dust and debris everywhere. The newsdemon doesn't look bothered. The camera turns to look at where the fire was; there is now no fire, no side of the studio, no Prinny, and one less demon than there was before. A cap is quickly forced onto the camera's lens.

It says "TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES."

...ENDING THE PARTY AFTER ITS THIRD CONSECUTIVE DAY | KSM [up] 21, TRS [down] 52 | BIG MONEY SALVIA GIVEN AWARD FOR EXCEPTIONAL ETIQUETTE WHILE DISCUSSING CONTROVERSIAL ISSUES; SPENT ACCEPTANCE SPEECH UTTERLY DESTROYING "ALEX JONES" | COUP AGAINST NDR PUT DOWN BY NDR PRESIDENT; STATED TO HAVE USED "PRESIDENTIAL POWER ARMOR" TO DO SO | LOCAL CUNTBAG BITCHES ABOUT EVERYTHING, STABS PEOPLE SHE DOESN'T LIKE WITH KNIVES MADE OF BLOOD; REALLY NEEDS TO GROW OUT OF GOTH PHASE | "BATTLE ROYALE BATTLE ROYALE", WHERE PRODUCERS OF BATTLE ROYALE SHOWS ARE FORCED TO FIGHT TO THE DEATH IN A BATTLE ROYALE FOR PRODUCING BATTLE ROYALE SHOWS, REACHES RECORD RATINGS LEVELS, SURPASSING PREVIOUS COMPETITORS "TWO WEEKS" AND "PUBGUH'S PUBGEE BATTLEGROUNDS, BY PUBGUH (A DIMESTORE COMPANY)" | OUTLOOK FOR THE ANTHEM NOT SO GOOD; REASON CITED AS "ADVERTISING EXPERIENCE OF SINGING SONG INSTEAD OF WHAT ABOUT SONG IS DIFFERENT" | SAFETY EXPERTS; "PAPER CUTS CAN KILL. REGULATE PAPER BEFORE IT'S TOO LATE" | MASSIVE BEHEMOTH REPORTEDLY "SUCKING OUT BRAINJUICE" OF HUNTERS TASKED WITH ITS DEATH; CASUALTIES STILL MOUNTING | NEW MOE ANTHROMORPHIZATION MEGACROSSOVER ANIME TO COMBINE HUMAN VERSIONS OF GUNS, SHIPS, ANIMALS, SWORDS, AIRPLANES, FOOD, SEX TOYS, AND INFAMOUS HISTORICA...


"Elizabeth. My name is Elizabeth."

She stands on a ridge, overlooking the blasted out, mostly destroyed remains of Nether Vegas. The temperature here is a relatively scorching 50 degrees Celsius, but her power armor's climate control systems are easily able to shield her from the worst of the blasting heat. She keeps it turned up to toasty, though. It helps to be able to deal with temperature extremes if climate control stops working; you never want to grow too soft.

"...Liz? Lisa? Beth?"

Her real name is Elizabeth. She found that out when she asked the closest thing she has to a creator about it; she'd been made into a soldier so early that she barely remembers much about her past life. There was a time when she'd agonized over it, when she had the freedom to look back on what she was trained for and what she did. She's come to terms with it since then, gotten less depressing. But she never really gave the fact that she has an actual, human name - not just a number - a second thought until recently.

Noble Six frowns behind her helmet, not that anyone can see - it's polarized. All anyone else will see is their own reflection, tinted gold. Elizabeth, she knows, is her real name, and yet she's been going by the moniker of "Six" for so long that it doesn't really feel all that right to call herself Elizabeth.

"Maybe I'm going about this wrong. Maybe I need to like, ease into it. Get one or two people to call me by that until it sticks and then just spread out from there. Do it gradually." She ruminates on the feasibility of this for a moment, with only the winds of the waste to keep her company, until a message blinks up on her HUD. She opens it pretty easily; the abstract gestures she thinks of are strange in a vacuum, but it's how she controls the computer in her armor, and it's the best way to do so while you're trying to free an alien of their pesky internal organs.

It's from Chuck. He's calling a maximum priority meeting.

Shit.

In an eyeblink the green demon is gone, tearing ass across the landscape. Chuck never calls these high priority meetings without a reason; whatever's going on is, in all likelihood, apocalyptic in scale. Which means she needs to be there, as soon as she can. It's probably not going to be as soon as anyone likes, least of all herself, but she can't think about that, she just needs to get back to the Serenity as fast as her feet can carry her.


She makes it back in five minutes and arrives at the meeting room only scant seconds after everyone does, jogging in wearing her full regalia. Officially before this, she was on combat patrol near the Colorado River. Just simple stuff; work off stress, take time to meditate, shoot raiders in the face, see if the Legion's stirring up shit like they seemingly always do whenever Kerberos drops by.

Slowing to a walk, Six takes a big, bulky, metal seat designed specifically to support the weight of around 600 tons of power armor and sits down at the table before ripping her helmet off. Her hair looks... silverier than it usually does. A simple, black, hair band stands out amidst the wavy, but short flicks of hair on her head. The rest of her is pale skin, heavy armor, scars, and determination, as usual.

She doesn't bother to ask where the fire's burning, which is the clearest sign to those that know her that she's bracing for the blow about to come. Whatever Chuck is calling this meeting for, it's terrified her beyond her usual brash cockiness.

So she waits silently, until the bad news hits.

Edited by SpartyMcFly on Aug 4th 2018 at 3:47:34 PM

"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."
NeonMoon Since: Oct, 2012
#1231572: Aug 4th 2018 at 11:24:08 AM

-As they take a seat, Six and Samus would likely see the pure stress on Samantha Aran's face. It's a strange sight, and is very much not a good sign-

LeChuck4 Since: Feb, 2010
#1231573: Aug 4th 2018 at 11:28:21 AM

~once every crewmember has arrived, Chuck joins the group with a big, pained grin on his face~

Chuck: "Good news, everyone! None of us will have to come to work tomorrow!"

"..."

:D

"...because our company has gone bankrupt, effective today!"

D:

Raidouthe21st Cool Dude from Whacking trick-or-treating punks Since: Jun, 2010 Relationship Status: Anime is my true love
Cool Dude
#1231575: Aug 4th 2018 at 11:31:40 AM

-Samus Aran, infamous bounty hunter, last of the Chozo peoples, and (now former) human resources manager/unofficial head of Kerberos Inc., sputters hard at this news from the sudden inhalation of coffee in shock at this news-

-She takes nearly a minute to cough it out of her system, only managing a very gargly "WHAT HAPPEN-" before clearing her throat further-

Edited by Raidouthe21st on Aug 4th 2018 at 2:31:29 PM

We Are Our Avatars Forever (Now on Discord by invitation, PM)

Total posts: 1,234,529
Top