A Game of Gods: A Multiversal Challenge

"..."

"Very well."

'Being around you guys makes me go "wtf" instead of pondering the ever increasing dread of time' - EchoingSilence, 2023

— With a look of horror, the golden reaper was dragged flailing backwards, eventually losing the struggle with gravity. Just before his body hit the event horizon though, the white and gold strands turned black, and then it was crushed. A moment passed, and then the killer of gods would catch a flash of black and gold before the scythe sliced across its eyes, the weapon spinning like a propeller. Digamma's other hand held what looked like an old-fashioned revolver, if revolvers could radiate bloodthirst. The report let out by the gun somehow sounded like a battle cry as much as an explosion, the round aimed for the fearsome jaws.—

Talkin' To A Reaper, junior, Kinda Makes That Funny. But Really...

—The ancient Nomad retreated vertically this time, watching the many tendrils shift.—

Is Yer Dear Father Proud Of You? As A Son?

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— Beneath the sanguine surfaces could be seen barbed chains rattling and moving about like snakes. As the Challengers commenced their attack, the sound of shotguns snapping shut started up. Two of the dervishes charged towards the main contingent, the shotguns blasting once they were in range, taking care to aim for Ravage's processor. The third, chains oddly un-barbed, went instead for Blink, a chain with cuffs on the end flying out.

Mason's entire body was beginning to feel numbness, and the distant chatter had grown clearer. Suddenly, the fabric of his back and shoulders moved. A dozen or so fibres came snaking out, each one jabbing a humanoid member of the party on the shoulders, with the same sharp pain and numbness following. —

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None are safe from me. Certainly not You or your useless "friends".

— KRAKROKRAKAKRAKROKRAKAKRAKROKRAKA

The great and terrible rings burst back into their weird corpse-glow, now stronger than ever. The damaged superstructure began knitting itself back together as only befitted a Dark God of machines, intangible energy transforming into hard matter, replacing the parts sloughed away by chain or maw. The towering mandible, crushed as it was by the chain, forced itself back into shape, entropic energies gnawing ravenously at the divine bonds. The unhallowed furnace heart of the All-Devourer roared once more. Soon, Unicron would be mobile again... —

"Oh shit."
Mason started ripping his uniform off.

They do have medals for almost, and they're called silver!

There was a crack as Blink swiftly teleported to the side. She wasn't about the just stand there and get captured. The lines had faded from existence, but the power was still there, she simply didn't know it.

Gordon quickly stepped to the side, firing at the dervishes. When a barb jabbed his shoulder, it hit the H.E.V suit with a tap and did not pierce it.

"The hell?!"

He glanced over his shoulder, trying to see what just happened.

"Oh, dear. The toad, the monkey, and the dog have all screwed up."

The Doctor blinks and tries to dodge the jabs. "Well this ain't good... Rey! You OK still!?"

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Tau struggles vigorously to escape Unicron's grasp.

edited 23rd Jun '11 2:16:02 PM by Fusionman

To Be Updated when I'm not Lazy

"Are you alright, Mason?" Narumi asked Mason.

Hope felt the jab, and immediately tried to heal what he thought was a small puncture.

"Yup. That tasted purple."

"I'm fucking numb. That bastard Digamma is using my uniform against me."

They do have medals for almost, and they're called silver!

Spriggan halted his actions as soon as Digamma went into action.

"The hell?..."

edited 23rd Jun '11 1:49:46 PM by Ominae

Kimimaro & Kisame had both easily dodged the jabs from Mason's uniform. At each Dervish Kisame threw a kunai with an explosive tag wrapped around it, to detonate upon contact. Kimimaro used his boneblades to strike at those wires/barbs that had reached Champions whose outfits did not repel them.

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Rey grunted when something tapped at his shoulder, plinking against his armor, and swirled around, eyes widening. "Ah shit!" He kept his hand swirled in shadows and tried to grab at the strand, hoping he could catch it and damage it somehow.

Easing back into life one step at a time

   WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING TAU?!?   

To be seen, stand up To be heard, speak up To be appreciated, shut up

A bond made of solid shadow wrapped itself around the legs of one of the dervishes, aiming to stop his legs moving, the dervish with the unspiked chains however would feel himself becoming lighter and lighter.

Icarax stepped out in front of the third dervish, shotgun blasts bouncing almost harmlessly off his armour which for some reason was now jet black in colour.

With a swing of the Master Sword, Link jumped to the side and cut through the strands attempting to attack him, and proceeded to blast the remaining tendrils with a burst of golden light, hopefully annihilating them.

edited 23rd Jun '11 10:09:51 PM by troydenite

'Being around you guys makes me go "wtf" instead of pondering the ever increasing dread of time' - EchoingSilence, 2023

Galen danced aside, causing the tendrils to miss him. He slashed at them, hopefully cutting them to inert ribbons.

The voice of thy brother's blood crieth unto me from the ground

The creature let out a low rumbling sound as the scythe slashed across one of its eyes, gouging the compound organ and causing it to bleed fat, viscous drops of some form of cosmic matter which floated in mid-air and frothed and shifted languidly, divorced from gravity's hold on the physical world. This was the extent of its reaction to the blow, however, and it made no move to dodge Digamma's bullet either.

The reason for this lack of evasive effort became apparent a moment later, for the three vectoring beams of energy which it had fired at the golden reaper a moment earlier, undeterred by his teleporting to avoid being sucked into the crushing event horizon of the black speck and continuing to track him even as he retaliated against his monstrous assailant, chose that instant to slam into him from behind. They struck the gilded Nomad's back in the formation of an isosceles triangle, burning through a patch of his clothing and causing considerable agony to wash over his form; furthermore, the three blasts left a triad of smoking green burn marks on Digamma's back, with two silvered lines stretching from the topmost of these marks to the other two in approximation of a familiar sigil, and like the previous wouns Digamma had inflicted, these would not heal.

   AN ARTIST ALWAYS TAKES PRIDE IN HIS CREATION, OR SO I AM TOLD,    the creature replied, doing little more than hover in place and allow its tentacles to sway and wind like coiling adders even as Digamma's bullet came streaking towards it. It seemed not particularly concerned, at least externally, and its lack of concern appeared justified a moment later as the air in front of the projectile suddenly shimmered and rippled like water, causing its flight to grind to a halt as the shell became trapped, suspended in midair by this strange phenomenon.    I AM CERTAIN THAT SUCH IS THE CASE; AFTER ALL, I WOULD BE REMISS IF I, A PERFECT BEING, DID NOT CONSIDER MYSELF THE MAGNUM OPUS OF MY CREATOR.   

Green light tinged with silver billowed over the bullet, burning into its casing and changing its properties even as the rippling air entrapped it within its shimmering morasse; then, as the creature fell silent, a sound like a balloon being popped rang out, and the altered bullet shot forth at twice its original velocity—not towards its original target, but towards Digamma himself.

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Ravage, snarling, brought up an arm to shield his processor and fired a blast of his plasma cannon at the nearest of the dervishes; at its current setting, the weapon would atomize just about anything with even a glancing hit.

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Lambda's face twisted in contempt as the other Nomad departed, and he resumed his search immediately. The multiverse would certainly be better off without these prattling fools, so incapable of accepting their vulnerability that they would bury their heads in the sand and pretend that nothing was happening and that everything was fine rather than face the dire reality of their situation. If these sheep could even do that, could not even put aside their lethargy and petty squabbles to unite in the face of a common threat, then they deserved what would soon be upon them.

The Danse Macabre Codex

"Whoa," said Sub-Zero, who had accidentally frozen himself while telling his origin and had only just unfrozen himself, "a Nomad." He immediately walked forward.

"Hello," said Sub-Zero. "I am Sub-Zero the Sixth of Earthrealm, Grand Master of the Lin Kuei, and Champion of...uh..." He thought for a moment. "Which one of the Nomads selected me?"

J-E-T-S JETS JETS JETS!

"Sub- Zero!"

Link was currently firing Light Arrows at the Dervishes, but at this rate, he would run out of magic energy in a very short space of time.

He made the best of it.

He looked at the just-arrived challenger with incredulity.

Can't he see we're fighting for our lives here?

"Don't talk, fight!"

'Being around you guys makes me go "wtf" instead of pondering the ever increasing dread of time' - EchoingSilence, 2023

"Bad timing Sub-Zero. Mind freezing things?"

To Be Updated when I'm not Lazy

"Oh, right!" said Sub-Zero. "There's chaos going on around me." He began firing ice projectiles at everything that wasn't a Champion, a Nomad, or an inanimate object.

"Hey, Nomad!" said Sub-Zero. "Care to give me a reason I suck speech?"

edited 24th Jun '11 6:13:31 PM by TestYourMight

J-E-T-S JETS JETS JETS!

A red Φ appears on the wall where the champions are fighting, and stays there. " So... you're finally rebelling, huh?" Phi said to them.

Rey turned his attention to the symbol, gritting his teeth and turning to aim at it. "You and I still have a score to settle..."

Easing back into life one step at a time

Galen turned around. "Another one? Great."

The voice of thy brother's blood crieth unto me from the ground

"You'd be Phi if I remember my Greek correctly."

To Be Updated when I'm not Lazy

" Yes... The Failed Speed Nomad... I am just here watching this unfortunate battle and I noticed that you killed two of our kind... Why? Do you hate us that much? Not all of us are pricks..." Phi said. Soon, a red light glows over Rey.

" Ooooh, I haven't forgot about you..."