Reacting quickly, Iji switched her Nanogun to the Resonance Reflector. Just as it was about to collide with her face, it fired rebounding the lightning into the ceiling.
"Dammit, now I have to pay to get it fixed," yelled the bartender.
"Wow, new guys a dick eh?" Sho said watching Gannon.
"Why don't you get choked?" Xandus asked.
"I don't think he saw me..." Sho mumbled. "OI! Big nose!" Sho shouted at Gannon.
Gannon turned to him and said "I'll get to you in a moment."
"Yea, that ain't gonna work. See, with you trying to mow down the two leaders of the villains, you've made yourself a third party..." Sho mumbled. "Oh how I hate third party's and mixed groups.... Anyway the point I'm getting at here is this. You gotta choose sides."
"Well, I'm MOTHERFCUKING GANNONDORF. No one is more evil than me!" Gannon said.
"Yea, except for GARY MOTHERFUCKING OAK." A voice said in the distance.
"The hell!?" Sho said and turned to see the world's biggest douchbag standing in the horizen. It was Gary Oak from the old Pokemon shows, old like FIRST SEASON. Those ones.
Gary took out a Pokeball and said "Who wants to dance!"
"This is sooo stupid..." Samantha said. (If she's not here then she thought it.)
"Ram said he wanted random and this is the best I could think of!" Anthony said in his defense.
"HEY! STOP BREAKING THE FOURTH WALL. I'M THE ONE REPAIRING IT!" Adam said and
"FINE! I'll go back to talking through Sho!" Anthony said. "Pussy...."
"What was that!?"
"Nothing nothing, well, I'll be seeing you all later." Anthony said and went back to his world.
"
"Gah... Fine, I'm a villain, are you happy?" Said Ganondorf.
"Now... Why don't we work together in our new alliance and destroy that Oak man over there... I'll go first." Ganondorf ran forward and drew his swords.
"You're mine!" He shouted.
Prof. Oak laughed.
"PIKACHU! GO!" Prof. Oak threw a pokeball and faggoty Pikachu came out.
"What is this? A rat?" Ganondorf tried to slash it but when his metal sword touched it, it electrocuted him.
"GAAAAH! YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE! TIME TO DIE!" Ganondorf sanpped his fingers and ghost rider's appeared.
"It's time to die Pika-fuck." He said.
(Sorry Sky, ya'll ninja'd me.)
While Ganon was distracted, Iji assimilated the ammo for the other six weapons from her nanofield into her Nanogun. Knowing that if she were to get seriously hurt, there would be some retribution to be had. She didn't dare set her gun to the other six though. One shot from anyhing but her infinite ammo shotgun or reflector and her plan would be ruined. She hoped the fight wouldn't come to that however. Alien ammunition isn't exactly common, one race being nearly annihilated now.
Yeah, and you know why Fury? Because the last time I was here at the same time as you, you god-modded and cut my pirates fucking arm off.
If you wanna God-mod go to your own damn RP. You think your character can just beat all the heroes into submission just like that? And then you choke the two strongest villains in the thread? This isn't a game to see who wins y'know. If you can't control people's characters responsibly then just don't. Just post your own thing, and maybe do Dialogue if you really need to. It's not that hard.
"FOR THOR'S SAKE!" Ram roared, surprising many of the drinkers and fighters. "I go into a drunken stupor for like 30 minutes, and you people break into a fight? For Odin's sake, we shouldn't be fighting ANYONE till the groups actually formed. Also, where the Hell is Link?"
"Psh, that scum?" Ganandorf snorted. "The higher up saw it fitting to replace him with muah."
Ram glared at the new villain. "Oh? Then please pass this message to him."
Ram lunged at the evil scum, knocking him down. Then, punctuating each syllable with a heavy slap, he said "YOU! WILL! NOT! DIS! RESPECT! WOMAN! IN! MAH! HOUSE!"
Finishing his work, he now placed his glare on the group. "And enough of this violence! I ain't having anybody die at this point! And like all my problems, Alcohol shall be my solution!"
Going to the back of the bar, Ram pulled out several large (as in hitting the ceiling) kegs. Lining them all up and pointing them at the group, he shouted one last "GEE-DRUNK-AMOO!" before using a bolt to blast all pegs off, spilling out gallons upon gallons of sweat mead.
20 minutes later...
"WE ALL NEEED SOME'BODEH TOOOO LEEEEAAAN ON!" Ram sang, his broken tenor voice mixing with the others who are also drunkas they all swayed together, arm in drunken-arm.
Just a quick notice, and 20th reminder,
[HEADING=1]THOU SHALT NOT GOD-MOD NOR PLAY TO "WIN"[/HEADING]
The point of this RP is to have good, random fun, so try to focus more on silly/humorous/good times in your post. Please try not to make it too serious, and for god's sake, don't try to become the "Ultimate Power" of the group. Meaning that you're oh-so wonderfully powerful, and no-one can beat you, cause your so great, and Bla bla bla (the One that Can Break That Rule is Ragnorak, since that was his thing from the very beginning.)
In fact, let's have a fun little exercise! How bout in spoilers, you introduce yourself and your strengths and weaknesses! Let me start!
Hi, my Name is Ram (Ramthundar), Warrior Spirit of Thor. Also, a goat. My strengths include horns like diamonds, great strength, some healing, and various electric based activities.
My weaknesses include drinking, beer, mead, scotch, cows with thick hind-legs (rawr!), my general lack of awareness for my surroundings, and some minor forms of stupidity.
".... y'know what.... I need a keg too." Ganondorf ran beside the goat and picked up a keg and began to guzzle it down vigorously! 20 minutes later
Ram and Ganondorf were standing, arms around each other's shoulders, dancing drunkenly and stumbling about.
"Agash... On top of Spaghetti... Alsh covered vish meeeesh....~" Ganondorf sang out loud.
"The hell... some new villain." Said Xandus.
Man, I really can't do anything right, the moment Ram comes back I lose self control and begin to G-mod. Sorry guys, I have a really competitive personality, and for me, everything turns into competition at one point or another... So again, sorry.
Phew, that was close. Iji gave Ram a nice pat on the back for saving her from Ganon and grabbed a glass of mead.
Iji was fitted out with a nanofield and Nanogun. The gun can switch between eight different weapons plus eight more combined weapons. Iji however has extremely little ammo, but the shotgun and resonance detonator/reflector have unlimited ammo. While she's extremely athletic, can keep herself from being sent flying by powerful attacks, and has great lower body strength, her upper body is lacking and her gun slows her down when running. Her nanofield was designed for movement, not protection though so she can't take too many hits. If worse comes to worse and she is extremely hurt, Iji can spend one ammo from all eight weapons to perform Retribution, which you can see on your left. However Iji is a serious pacifist, killing only when the time demands it. Incapacitation, self-defense or simply letting another person deal the killing blow will ease her guilt.
Samantha, never one to feel left out, ordered another appletini and sipped it slowly.
EXACTLY SEVENTEEN SECONDS LATER
"Into the shunshet!!!" Sam cried, leaping off a table at Ram, hoping to land on his back, but missing and landing in a heap on the floor before giggling like a maniac.
Sam G was once an omni-powerful god, with abilities based around the manipulation of the Fourth Wall, meaning he was capable of bringing events into fruition merely by writing about them. Due to his extensive knowledge of both the real world and the AA, however, he realized an omni-powerful character like that would be boring to play as and read about, so he sealed most of his powers, along with his memories, in a golden pocket-watch which he cast to the end of the universe. He utilizes a weapon known as the "Subspace Bag" in battle; a satchel of infinite death directly linked to his imagination, meaning anything he can imagine will appear in the bag. He also retains some of his old reality-manipulating powers, but those are mostly just used for comic effect.
...Also, through an odd turn of events involving the immortal spirit of an old AA character, the grim reaper and a pile of corpses, Sam's now a girl. Funny, that, isn't it?
Frank burped loudly. "Y'know, I never really wanted to beeeee infectideded. These bug things kind'a came out of nowhere and fucked mah tongue or somethin. Like know, i feel lije fuckin superman! Xray vision and a slowie down time thingy.'' He said. "Where's that blone leprachaun???''
"Hey, show some manners! Be polite to the lady." He said, pushing Xandus of her. Before stumbling on top of him and passing out, he pulled out a sleeping gas grenade, mistaking it for a flask of whiskey, he pulled the pin "Whoops" he said as he scrambled for his gas mask, the bar filled with the thick smoke. "Night, night *yawn*"
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