Poll: The Great Escapist Civil War
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Where's the Mod Squad option in the pol-.. Wait, I can fix that myself with my AWESOME POWERS of AWESOME.
Fuck yeah.
And so it began. Atop a mountain overlooking the outer wastelands of Escapist territory perched a dark figure. Her head was bowed, chin set upon her palm, a frown creasing her brow as she stared down at the amassing figures. The BanSMop across LaCoil's lap hummed to itself. It was so like a cat when she ran her fingers along the now-scratched enamel.
"Which side will you choose now?" she enquired of heavy footsteps behind her. Ultrajoe simply laughed.
"I don't need a side. I am my own side. Glorious. Mighty, and above all ULTRA. I will definitely slaughter people who threaten my fun, however."
"And what does Eviljoe have to say to that?"
"If there's slaughter he's happy."
It was LaCoil's turn to laugh. In a lightning-fast flick of grace she was on her feet, sword naked in her right hand, mop strapped across her back until it would be needed. She winked at the tall armoured Ultrafigure beside her then took a running leap off the mountain. Her coat acted much like a paraglider, catching the wind and controlling her decent. The armies paused when her battlecry rent their ears. The masses looked up, then down as she landed hard enough to crack the earth.
LaCoil rose. Her eyes burned. Adrenaline mixed with the red hot liquid METAL in her veins. The tip of The BanSword flicked out and spun to encompass the parties around her.
[HEADING=2]"Come on if you think you're hard enough."[/HEADING]
Fuck yeah.
And so it began. Atop a mountain overlooking the outer wastelands of Escapist territory perched a dark figure. Her head was bowed, chin set upon her palm, a frown creasing her brow as she stared down at the amassing figures. The BanSMop across LaCoil's lap hummed to itself. It was so like a cat when she ran her fingers along the now-scratched enamel.
"Which side will you choose now?" she enquired of heavy footsteps behind her. Ultrajoe simply laughed.
"I don't need a side. I am my own side. Glorious. Mighty, and above all ULTRA. I will definitely slaughter people who threaten my fun, however."
"And what does Eviljoe have to say to that?"
"If there's slaughter he's happy."
It was LaCoil's turn to laugh. In a lightning-fast flick of grace she was on her feet, sword naked in her right hand, mop strapped across her back until it would be needed. She winked at the tall armoured Ultrafigure beside her then took a running leap off the mountain. Her coat acted much like a paraglider, catching the wind and controlling her decent. The armies paused when her battlecry rent their ears. The masses looked up, then down as she landed hard enough to crack the earth.
LaCoil rose. Her eyes burned. Adrenaline mixed with the red hot liquid METAL in her veins. The tip of The BanSword flicked out and spun to encompass the parties around her.
[HEADING=2]"Come on if you think you're hard enough."[/HEADING]
A solemn figure stood before an unmarked grave. He wore a long, black robe, a robe almost as long and black as his hair. Slowly, a hand came up, as the form underneath the robe became straighter.
Saluting his dead friend, The Infamous Jerry, a single tear fell from The Logician's eye...
MORE TO COME!
Saluting his dead friend, The Infamous Jerry, a single tear fell from The Logician's eye...
MORE TO COME!
If there was a choice for it, I'd add the retro faction.
Legends say they completed entire games with four buttons, or less. They prefer to use technology far outdated, yet treasured and revered. While the looks of these people are not always appealing, you can be sure they'll still enjoy it, shrugging off the dated look of what they love. They come from a distant time where Casuals were just a myth, and when times were so difficult they make the modern warriors look like schoolboys. These people unite under one flag, The League of Retro Gamers.
Legends say they completed entire games with four buttons, or less. They prefer to use technology far outdated, yet treasured and revered. While the looks of these people are not always appealing, you can be sure they'll still enjoy it, shrugging off the dated look of what they love. They come from a distant time where Casuals were just a myth, and when times were so difficult they make the modern warriors look like schoolboys. These people unite under one flag, The League of Retro Gamers.
I think there needs to be a faction for those who are quite simply insane. Either that, or one with bunnies. I like bunnies...
I'd like to enlist as one of those random people just walking around the battlefield methinks; I'll do what I can with all this war.
I'd like to enlist as one of those random people just walking around the battlefield methinks; I'll do what I can with all this war.
The Logician wasn't a gamer so much as he was an intellectual. A hyper-powered, reality warping, Chuck Norris summoning intellectual, but an intellectual nonetheless. That excluded him from all but two groups, The Kingdom of Croshaw!...and the other one, with the thing about the thing with the guy with the hammer and the gigantic turd. Roland or something.
Needless to say Loggy went with the one that he actually remembered, the one with the bitchy australian in a bathrobe. Or something.
The Logician still didn't enter the battlefield, though. Every single person fighting on their own side was stupid; as noted before, Loggy was not stupid. He was that thing with the thinking and Chuck Nater, or something.
So he called to him every intellectual, every brain, and (comprimising because of the rarity of the former two) every hair-brained lunatic he could find to him. And waited. And waited...
The Logician missed Jerry. If Jerry was here, he'd have some sort of foil he could talk to, and the posts would be hilarious instead of OK. Poor Jimmy the Fancy...or whatever the hell his name was...
Needless to say Loggy went with the one that he actually remembered, the one with the bitchy australian in a bathrobe. Or something.
The Logician still didn't enter the battlefield, though. Every single person fighting on their own side was stupid; as noted before, Loggy was not stupid. He was that thing with the thinking and Chuck Nater, or something.
So he called to him every intellectual, every brain, and (comprimising because of the rarity of the former two) every hair-brained lunatic he could find to him. And waited. And waited...
The Logician missed Jerry. If Jerry was here, he'd have some sort of foil he could talk to, and the posts would be hilarious instead of OK. Poor Jimmy the Fancy...or whatever the hell his name was...
crimson5pheonix said:
Hey, wait a minute... What if all three of us were to fight together. On the same side. If we could put aside our differences think of the havoc we could cause. I say we join forces, even if it's only for this one occasion.Souplex said:
I'd be in the Mod Squad. I'm not a mod, but I fully support them and their cause (except when they make mistakes...). And no, I'm not just saying that because I want to be part of the Red Guard.
Although, admittedly, I do really want to join the Red Guard anyway...
Although, admittedly, I do really want to join the Red Guard anyway...
I am a split nationality I am from both the playstation tribe and the PC dynasty me mother and father were doomed from the start when the tribes found out they killed both of them but I stayed alive to be Connall the lone traveler