The Escapist Avatar Adventure: An Open RP (Now Re-Opened!)

[Sgt_Jakeman214]

Just as Reisen and Youmu sat down to play Gears, Jack rode up to the Manabar. He stopped the bike and got off, nodding to Yahtzee as he left and Jack entered. "Hello Reaper. My time isn't up yet." Yahtzee said queitly. Jack nodded once more and replied. "No, your time is not up. But your reviews are as funny as heaven. Keep them up and I won't have to come back for you." Jack placed a comforting hand on Yahtzee's shoulder, then entered the Manabar.

Jack walked to the bar and got a single beer. He downed it in one shot, placing the empty glass on the counter. Reisen and Youmu noticed Jack, but made no moves as yet. They were playing Gears with Yug and trying to win, but losing hard. Just then, Ryan walked out of the Men's toilet. "Jack!"

"Ryan. Good to see you made it. Have much trouble with the airforce?" Jack rasped.
"Nah, showed em my permit and told I was a good guy and I was sweet. They even gave me directions!" Ryan replied. Shay couldn't help it any more, and burst out.

"DUUUUUUDES! Nice costumes! Where on earth did you guys get them?" Shay pratically screamed.

Jack looked Shay directly in the eyes and spoke, his voice low and deadly. "I did not get these clothes on earth. I am the Sin of Wrath, the Grim Reaper. Ryan on the other hand, is simply in a steampunk craze, and it all works too." Shay nearly fainted, and out of habit oured teh two men another round of drinks. As if on cue, 3 Zombies shambled through the Manabar's door.

"ZOMBIES!" Yug and Shay screamed as one. Youmu instantly dropped her controller, drawing her sword and Reisen instantly drew her gun and blasted a zombie, whilst Ryan opened his cloak and pulled out his cane, drawing a sword. Jack drew his .44 Magnum and blasted the second zombie on the draw. The third zombie simply exploded in place. In the doorway stood an angel, her white wings spread wide and a rocket launcher on her shoulder.

"Farrago!" Jack shouted.

"Jack! Its terrible! Zombies are spreading, infecting the entire world! I came as fast as I could, but I still don't understand why this is happening!" Farrago said.

Jack put his gun away, drawing his Scythe and standing to his full height. "This means only one thing." He solemnly began. "When Hell is full and can take no more, the souls of the Dead shall walk the Earth...And so we must fight for our survival. That, or we empty Hell. I vote we take the fight to Hell, and empty it with blood! These innocent people don't deserve to die! But, we must vote. Simple majority rules."

Farrago walked over and stood by Jack. "I vote we cleanse Hell."

Jack and Farrago looked at the other 3 Heroes, waiting.

<spoiler=OOC>Character sheet for Farrago!
Farrago is an Angel of Heaven. She is a blond haired blue eyed beauty, with pure white wings. She is average height but very strong. She normally fights with a Sabre and pistol, but also likes to use high explosives for the big explosions. She has a soft spot for Jack, who she knew in a past life. She is a strong natured good person, who believes that everybody can acheive anything, if they work hard at it. And yes, she can fly.

 

[Isaac The Grape]

Spoiler: OOC

Hmmm. Regarding the Good Vs. Evil situation due to the lack of communication caused by my internet fucking up, again. I thought we were still sticking with "Heroes" vs "Villains" situation. However I am willing to change that. Oh, and Onrinon (how do you pronounce that?) The RAAF (Australian Air Force) doesn't have Harriers, that's the Brits. Our main multi-role fighter is the F/A 18 Hornet. And because it seems to be a theme, I live in Canberra; the National Capital that everyone forgets. And I had no idea that Arlington was a real place. It just sounded shmancy. Oh, and how are we referring to Glados? As "GLaDOS" or "Glados" ? And I'm sorry for not describing the decor of the Arlington, I was kinda pressed for time so use your imaginations. Or Roamin could just come up with something since he's also staying there. And a Bali Hut is a open wooden hut (no walls) with a thatched roof. And the first few paragraphs were written as I posted this, so they are boring. I couldn't be bothered coming up with small talk.

13th of May, 1406 hours.

Isaac was lying on a massage table under a Bali hut when he received Justin's text. The masseuse reached the end of his routine and Isaac reached for his nearby phone. He sent a reply advising him of the 18:30 reservation and returned to his thoughts as the masseuse began his second routine.

13th of May, 1927 hours.

Isaac was sitting at a table in the middle of the crowded restaurant admiring the polished cement walls and dark carpeted floors. The door to the restaurant opened, letting in a flood of yellow light that disrupted the blue down-lighting of the room, and Justin and Glados walked through the doors. Justin's tux was sleek and free of creases and Glados's dress was like a second layer of black skin. Her was certainly notable as well. Isaac himself was dressed in pressed black pants with polished oxford shoes. His dinner jacket was open, revealing his white collared shirt and grey tie. He pondered on Justin's bow tie for a moment. Deciding it was a little too big and thus faintly ridiculous. But he kept his thoughts to himself and rose and walked to the entrance to met his guests.

"Justin" said Isaac, clasping Justin's hand in a firm grim.

"Isaac" said Justin, returning the grip.

"Glados" said Isaac, doing the same as before.

"Isaac" said Glados, attempting to crush three of Isaac's fingers into one.

"Our table is over there" said Isaac, gesturing towards a table set for four near the center of the restaurant's dining area.

They sat down at the table Isaac had lead them to and subsequently ordered meals from a waiter. After he had left, Isaac began to speak.

?Lets just get straight into it" he said.

"Time has passed since you snatched me from that airship and talked to me about your future plans. It appears that you too have change over the space of a fortnight. The dream of meaningless factional warfare appears to have been skewed in favour of a conflict between the arbitrarily designated forces of ?good? and ?evil?. This is understandable. Had you continued with the original plan as I understood it, you would have been cast as ?evil? merely for rejecting the accepted notion of ?good?. Thus you would have only prolonged the kind of world you seeked to destroy. So we stick to the old world, and seek to resurrect an ancient force. To bring it back to this new world of Player Vs Environment. We seek the lost third faction of Players; Those who have chosen, or have been chosen, to be the Villains of this pantomime called ?life?. I have no objection to changing my allegiance, such an act is modus operandi for me.

?My life as a mercenary has killed any need for any reason to fight. Wars are all are the same anyway. People die. Blood is shed. I didn?t aim for this kind of life. It was only after watching those held I held dear die around me in conflict after conflict, the sole reasons for which were the consummation of resources and control of populations, that I began down this road. I lost the last thing that I had to live for in a muddy ditch in a South Asian country 11 years ago. Since then I?ve fought in countless wars, across many universes, changing the flags I flew under like the way I change my clothes. I got over the grief and guilt I?d been carrying around with me. What has happened has happened, that is that.

?I realised long before I became a mercenary that the one that stands alone kills themselves by their own hands. No one can live separated from others. Surviving is one thing, but life is not just about survival. So I started making contacts. People I could depend on for work, supplies, and support if necessary. I have at least 2,000 of these contacts I can call on for these things. Of course almost none of these contacts have progressed any further than being associates of mine. There are one or two exceptions, but not many. That is why I took Curly and Quote, the two robots that tag along with me, under my wing. They were in a violent slum known as the Puta Mardre when I found them. 8 months off the ship that brought them there from their home universe. Scraping out a living working for a local racketeering group. Now they work with me, as equals. I may be the default leader of our trio, but I try to treat them fairly. We share company and companionship together. We trust each other; we respect and appreciate each other. Some would say I have what could be called ?family? in them. I personally do not consider the need for companionship to be linked to the need for family, that is more to do with the need for identity, so I would not call them my family. But you could say that it is not a far point of reference for my relationship with them.

?Now at this point you?re probably thinking what any of this has to do with the current situation. Why am I trying to gain your sympathy or trust? Because without trust we will not function. The Heroes will pick us apart and we will crumble. I?m not asking you to trust me. But I trust you. That said while I trust you I also trust that you may doubt the validity of my trust. I also trust you may be considering breaking my trust and crossing me. I would like to add that there is no risk in you enjoying the facilities of this hotel. There is no poison in the food; none of the staff are under my influence. This environment is totally controlled by a neutral third party. The fact that I have made no contingencies should show you my trust. Of course you may also take this as a sign of my estimation of the threat you pose me and my own confidence in my abilities.

?As a side note Curly and Quote are with me at this establishment but cannot be with us at this moment due to Curly being involved in a poker tournament. She is embedded in a two day game with Quote protecting her, acting as her husband, something not far from reality. The game is being heavily influenced by several organised crime syndicates all of which wish for it to pan out in ways that leave their players with profit. Which is understandable when the stakes are currently well into the hundreds of millions and rising as we speak. Given that I lost most of my funds during the VillanCon incident I see this as a prime opportunity to get some capital before I/we begin our investments.

?Yes, I said investments, the plan I have against the Heroes is a long term and complex plan, with many a Xantos Gambit. Why am I not divulging it now? I do apologise, I have wandered a bit off track. I am asking you a question to which I do not want an answer until the morning of the fifteenth. If you have already made up your mind I request that you hold your tongue until breakfast, or more likely brunch, on Sunday. Once again I understand your suspicions as to why I am obviously trying to get closer with you, if I aim to stab you in the back. But I hope that for both our sakes we can forget these matters. Do you trust me? That is what I ask. But for now, please enjoy. You have but two nights and one and a half days in this establishment. There are many activities that you may partake in, I myself shall be making my way to one of the nightclubs this hotel offers after our meal and I invite you to join me. One the waiters will bring over our meals in a couple of minutes. I have ordered a very rare Bollinger vintage, a ?98. It is the only true French champagne by law, being grown in the district of Champagne itself. Very bubbly and sparkling white. I hope you drink, if not you?ll be missing out.?

14th of May, 0721 hours.

Isaac awoke as the light filtered through the pale curtains of his room. Denise was still asleep, turned in with her sleeping face towards him. They?d met at the Lorrenzo last night. Isaac had first been attracted by her spiralling brown hair that tumbled out of her head like a million coiled springs. They?d got talking. Isaac had been pleasantly surprised by her South American accent and her Bachelor of Geopolitical science. Her chestnut eyes portrayed the intelligent, educated woman that she was. But as charming as she may be, Isaac knew this was a one-night stand. She knew it too. She?d picked it up that evening as they got back to Isaac?s room. That didn?t make anything less enjoyable of course. In fact it was somewhat liberating to know that after this they?d part and most likely never meet again. The company alone was sufficient for Isaac, plus Denise probably had plenty of admirers back home. Isaac had long resigned himself to this pattern of no commitment. He?d never find anyone to fill that spot in his heart again. Not now, not anytime in the future. He?d told himself time and time again to forget the one time it had. To forget her. To stop thinking about it. Dead, alive, it didn?t matter. He?d never find out. Accept it and move on.

Leaving Denise to sleep a little longer he raised himself up off the bed and headed into the shower. He let the water wash over him, going through the routine of washing body and hair. He could let himself go without a shave for at least another day, so after towling off and spraying himself he set about dressing for the day. Denise was awake when he walked out to change into his clothes. She smiled at him, ?Buenos dias Zander? she said, calling him by the fake identity of Alexander ?Zander? Maradonski. He smiled back, ?Buenos dias Denise. You can use the shower now? said Isaac in a Grecian accent. She raised herself off the bed, her smooth brown skin glowing softly in the sun?s warmth. They kissed briefly, before Denise had her shower. Isaac waited, dressing then preforming his morning stretches that he?d told her he had to do. This took a good twenty minutes, by which time Denise was dressed and, after one last French kiss (not a bad one either), out the door and out of Isaac?s life. Which was good, because today he had a war campain to plan plus some potential allies, ?and maybe even friends? he reminded himself, to charm. Isaac figured Curly would be enjoying the feeling of victory about now, having bowed out of the game this morning with a third of the 12 billion dollar pot, and was probably out with Quote for an after not-really-sex-but-basically-the-same-thing-but-for-humanoid-robots-with-emotions jog. He could only imagine what Justin and Glados were up to. Especially how they'd been acting at the club last night...

 

[NerfedFalcon]

Spoiler: OOC

The world that Reisen and Youmu come from has its own form of settling disputes, which also means that just about anyone can randomly beat up just about anyone else with no long-lasting repercussions. That being said, Reisen does have a very major connection to her current superiors, so she'd need to ask them. And Youmu? I think she'd probably end up saying 'yes' for the hell of it.

Oh yeah, and what are Farrago's language barriers?

 

[Sgt_Jakeman214]

<spoiler=OOC>Derp, ok well, we're not really in Reisen and Youmu's world right now, we are in the AA world. She can keep asking for permission about stuff, but if we screw the world up too much, we can re-start the world and/or the universe. It has been done plenty of times before, so no worries there. We're here to have fun with our characters, not portray them perfectly........

As for Farrago, she is an angel, so she can understand everyone and be understood by everyone, same as Jack.

 

[Moros]

Spoiler

I'm new to this so I'll try and keep up(no promises)

As Ken was sitting around his nice house in St. Louis (provided by the government), testing his nuclear powers, there was a knock on the door. When he went to open it there was a government official standing there. "What do you guys want?" asked Ken. "We were wondering if you would help with a new reactor we're setting up in the Area 51," asked the official. "We're offering up $1 million if try and help," he said. "Hell yeah I'll do it for $1 mil, how am I getting there?" Ken said. "Like this," he says, as he sticks a syringe in Ken's neck. Before he knew it, Ken was on the floor completely knocked out. "The package is ready for transport," the guy says into his mic. Soon a squad of 10 commandos are putting Ken in the back of car and driving off to the airport.

 

[Orinon]

Ryan sheathed his sword and and collapsed into a chair
"Thank god that's over, I couldn't have killed that zombie if I tried."
Jack realized he never looked at Ryan, his skin had paled his eyes were still tired and watery, and his body was very thin, his black hair seemed to be grayish color. in all honesty If Jack saw anyone else like that he'd tell them it was their time.
"I've been using up so much energy. Bartender i need a Mana potion.
Jack If I can get my strength back I'll help you no matter what."

 

[Moros]

Ken woke up about 5 hours later in the middle of nowhere surrounded by a team of armed commandos. "You know you guys could always ask me to come with you nicely," he said. "Sorry but it was requested that you were transported that way. There was nothing that we could do," said a CIA agent. Ken immediately knew who it was that he was talking about. He has been trying to make his life a living hell ever since he was released from the compound. "That bastard," Ken mumbled under his breath. "So what do you guys want me to do?" he asked. "We want you to start nuclear fusion inside a reactor to see if we are able to control enough to produce energy from it. If we aren't, you are to immediately cancel it out," the agent said. Ken knew nuclear fusion was risky business but he really wanted the money. "Alright, let's do it," he said.

 

[Roamin11]

Justin woke up the next morning. Pants: not check, shirt: not check, bow tie: check, wait why would I sleep in just bow tie and underwear? Justin rolled over to look at his wife whom was sleeping beside him. Right!

The night before flooded back to him now that the groggy-ness was disappearing.

The Night Before

After Issac's speech Justin smiled, mostly to be polite, also to try to keep a good poker face. The conversation became polite and simple, "how was your flight?" while Issac, Justin, and Mrs. Glados sipped the lovely champagne Issac had purchased.

Soon both Issac and Justin were feeling loose and comfortable swapping war stories, Issac even laughing a little when Justin explained about how he and Mrs. Glados had found themselves wed.

When dessert and after dinner coffee was served (Justin and Mrs. Glados sharing chocolate mousse with biscotti) all of them sipping Issac got up bidding them both a good evening when Justin spoke up

"Issac tonight?s been a lot of fun, what are you plans for the rest of eve?"

Issac shrugged "just going to one of the clubs, the Lorrenzo is suppose to be very nice"

Mrs. Glados smiled "Mind if we tag a long, I think it could be a lot of fun" Mrs. Glados had a slight red in her cheeks as she said this, it was her first time drinking champagne.

Issac, nodded "Sure why not" he then walked with them to the elevator, pressing the button to the Lorrenzo's floor.

As they exited the elevator the sound of the bass making the ground vibrate, a large man came to check their coats, and make sure they were the right "fit" for the club.

"Excuse me sir, no disrespect but could you remove the bow tie if you want in?"

"But, I don't know if you know this, but bow ties are COOL"

The large man raised a eyebrow and now stood formidably in front of the group "I'll ask you one last time before I forcefully put you back in the elevator myself, remove the bow tie, and I'll give it back to you when you leave but I won't you in with that big dorky bow tie"

Justin sighed heavily reaching into his dinner jacket pulling out his 360 controller. "I said" Justin turned on the controller it glowed and a slight humming could be heard in the hallway "BOW TIES ARE COOL!" Justin wound his arm back and then shot his fist forward hitting the large man square in the chest he skidded back in the hallway clutching his chest.

"Okay" he wheezed, "head on in... sir"

"Damn straight" Said Justin smiling "no one turns down a villain" Justin held out his arm Mrs. Glados linking hers in with his as they waltzed into club.

The music was loud, but had a very good beat to it, it wasn't really to Justin's taste but he didn't listen to music you danced to. The three walked to the bar, Justin ordered a Heineken, Issac opting to get some hard liquor. Mrs. Glados stood looking around at all the glasses and exciting looking bottles.

"Uhh, I'll have...."

"We have anything your little heart would ever desire lovebird" said the bar tender mixing up a cocktail for a few giggling women at the other end of the bar, one winking at Issac.

Mrs. Glados looked around, "I have never drank before" she muttered to Justin, "I don't know what to drink"

"Wait, you have never drank any alcohol? None what so ever?"

"I don't think so"

"She'll just have a white wine spritzer" he said the bartender "let's hope she isn't a lightweight" Justin said to Issac

Several Drinks Later

"WOOOOOO!" Cried out Mrs. Glados as she danced on the dance floor surrounded by several other women all cheering as well.

"You have a awesome wife" said Issac observing Mrs. Glados grinding against a dark skinned women in cream coloured dress.

"Yeah I didn't know she had such a party animal inside her" Justin sucking back his third bottle of beer "do you think I should go out there and, ya know, intervene?"

"Not yet" Issac said still staring.

"That is my wife you are eyeing"

"I know"

"Stop it"

Justin walked onto the dance floor, getting into the beat, walking up to his wife.

"I LOVE THIS SONG!" Mrs. Glados shouted at Justin "I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT ITS CALLED OR WHO SINGS IT, BUT I LOVE THIS SONG!"

"Great!" Justin gave his wife the thumbs up trying to keep himself from laughing. Who would think that she would turn into this after just two glasses of Champagne and two white wine spritzers, mental note here, make sure to get some Advil before you head back to the room. Wow this beat is really catchy, I could almost just... get lost in it and dance. Justin and Mrs. Glados began to dance, getting closer and closer.

Mrs. Glados had her back pressed against Justin's front as they danced, his arms just around her waist, she looked up smiling at him, the song on a slow beat. Mrs. Glados reached up, wrapping her arms around Justins neck pulling his face down, till they were cheek to cheek.

Mrs. Glados felt Justin nuzzling her neck. I love this song, and Justin is really cute, although his bow tie makes him look kinda goofy but in a nice sort of way. Mrs. Glados let go of Justin's neck and turned to face him.

"Let's go back to the room" Mrs. Glados smiled "I'm feeling tired, carry me please" said Mrs. Glados jumping into Justin's arms.

"Where are you shoes?" Justin said seeing Mrs. Glados bare feet.

"I had shoes?"

"I'm pretty sure you had shoes when we were in the restaurant"

"Oh... I don't know where my shoes went, but I do have toes!" Mrs. Glados giggled holding up one of her feet, wiggling her toes for Justin to see. Justin nodded to Issac who was talking to a woman at the bar. Justin waved and headed off to the elevator.

Finally managing to get the door open Justin came into the luxurious honey moon suite. He smiled the decor was tasteful, and thankfully not over the top romantic. Justin walked through the entry way and to the bed room. Justin took and laid Mrs. Glados in the bed who had fallen asleep in his arms in the elevator.

Justin went to leave the room when he heard Mrs. Glados yawning behind him.

"Leaving? My husband leaving his wife to lay in this big bed alone?" Mrs Glados giggled looking at Justin.

"I was just going to crash on the couch, we haven't had to share a bed yet and I decided why start now?"

"because you weren't so cute when we just got married"

Justin could help but laugh, "Alright fine I'll stay" Said Justin about to crawl on the bed.

"Ah, Ah, Ah!" Mrs. Glados teased, "No shoes, no shirts, no pants, no bed time!" Mrs. Glados snickered as she dove under the covers, a couple seconds later her dress being thrown out from under the covers.

Justin was now red in the face. "Um, Glados?"

"I can't hear you till you don't have pants on!"

Justin sighed undoing his bow tie.

"Bow tie stays!"

"Your not serious?"

"Why so serious?"

Justin face palmed at that last one, his wife was out of control.

"If I'm out of control then just punish me!" Mrs Glados said poking her head out from a random corner of the bed.

"How do you even know what I'm thinking?"

"I'm a Quantum AI, I didn't read your mind, just your expression, and calculated your thoughts! Don't you love science?SCIENCE!!"

"Fine you win" Justin removed his shirt, taking care to keep his bow tie on, then removing his pants. he sat at the edge of the bed frusrated.

"You should relax" Mrs. Glados said putting her hands on Justin's shoulders, "I don't bite" Justin laid back.

Sadly although Justin can handle his liquor, mixing it with dancing causes drowsiness, the moment Justin's head hit the bed he blacked out.

Spoiler: OOC

Apologies for this monster of a post >.>

I got started writing it while talking to a friend, so I didn't consider posting it till it was all done.

 

[NerfedFalcon]

Spoiler: I'm getting my characters out.

It's nothing personal, really. I've just gotten kinda bored with them. If you can't be bothered reading the rest of this post, I'll summarise what I'm doing:

The universe they come from is presided over by a demigod named Yukari. Nobody's perfect, so sometimes stuff falls in and out of that world. Yukari does have a decent measure of control over this 'border', however, and that's how she's going to handle it.

Don't worry, Youmu will be fine.

For a while, even though I have no intention of making her my avatar, I'll just do some general RP as Alia, my 'recolour' (alignment: neutral-evil). If you guys have any objections to that, I'll simply disappear for a while and then come back in with a different character from a different world.

All right?

~~~~~~
Sunday, May 15th, 10pm
The Mana Bar

"My, my, this has gotten out of hand, hasn't it?" came a voice from a corner of the room. Everyone turned to face its owner, a middle-aged blonde woman. "Don't worry about the zombies, for now. I've set up a border around the place which they won't be able to cross until I leave."

"Who are you, and why do you have to leave?" Ryan asked.

"Ryan. Show her some more respect than that," Jack said, in a serious tone. "She's about 3000 years old, and--"

"It's nice to see you too, Jack," she said. "Oh, don't bother with the formality or anything. And Jack is rounding my age off a lot. I'm just not going to tell you whether he's going up or down. My name's Yukari, by the way. And I can't stay here because I prefer not to meddle in the affairs of any worlds except my own."

"Why did it take you so long to find us?" Reisen asked, using English for the convenience of the others.

"Some sort of interference... That extra gear of yours might have had something to do with it. You'd better leave it all here. We'll leave as soon as you and Youmu are ready."

As they prepared, Ryan mused to himself. "So that's how they know one another..." he thought out loud. "I never would have guessed." The two girls moved behind Yukari, and Ryan jerked up to say a hasty goodbye. "I hope we meet again sometime!" he shouted.

"I don't think you will, Ryan," Yukari replied, before either of the others could speak. "But the sentiment isn't missed. Oh, and...I meddled rather more than I told you I did. I actually made it so that it's now impossible for any zombies to enter this bar. Ever." With that, she disappeared with the half-ghost and the rabbit.

The silence lasted almost a minute, until Yahtzee broke it with, "That's a relief."

"Damn it!" Yug shouted. "I forgot to ask what they were from..."

 

[Moros]

After the experiment failed, Ken decided stay at Area 51 in order to test out the more riskier things he was trying out with his powers. Out in the old nuclear bomb test site, he decided to try out a nuclear blast first. Once he was cleared to go, he immediately went to work on getting right amountof energy to build up. Once Ken was sure the right amount was there, started on trying to release it explosively. After a few minutes of intense concentration, he released it and got the desired effect. Once he returned to the base, he asked the scientists how big the explosion was. "Are measurements put it at roughly 100 megatons," said the head scientist. "We strongly suggest you don't use it near populated areas," he said. "Well of course I won't use it near populated areas, that would just be stupid," said Ken. "Right now I'll only use it in case of emergency, which means now I get to try out something I've been working on. So I'd like to go back out on the testing range," he said. As he was being driven out to the range, Ken began to wonder what it would be like if he was a villain with this kind of power.

Spoiler

Sorry for the wall of text

 

[Orinon]

Ryan ordered a Mana Potion, a Mana Bar appeared over his head
As he drained his glass the bar replenished, though it wasn't full only a little bit.
"I'm going to need at least two more."
"Hey I'm not complaining I'm just happy for the sales."
Ryan slugged back both drinks The Mana Bar above his had filled, and disappeared.
It's not
Easy having yourself a good time.
however A sudden plot device occurred forcing this song to be delayed until a better time.

Spoiler: OOC

I just Realized Ryan could have a drinking problem, sure he's part machine but I think theres a gag in there.

 

[Sgt_Jakeman214]

At the Manabar
The three Heroes stood together, and readied themselves. Jack looked at Yug, Yahtzee and Shay. "Stay safe, and keep up the good work with the Manabar. We have a city to save." Jack, Farrago and Ryan all drew their swords and pistols and walked out into the street.

Panic and chaos reigned supreme in Brisbane as Zombies ran amok. Jack stepped out and shot the first zombie he saw in the head, killing it. "Remember, only by destroying the head of the zombie will you kill it! GO!" Jack shouted. He and Farrago charged into the nearest crowd of zombies, cutting them down like wheat in the fields. A more beautiful display of death could not be seen anywhere else as Farrago gracefully spun and weaved through the zombie ranks, killing zombies with ease. Jack let his Wrath take charge and he unleashed the full fury of his powers, dropping a zombie with each step. In under 5 minutes, over 5000 zombies lay dead and Jack and Farrago had fought their way though the streets of Brisbane to the main horde.

"Where did Ryan run off to this time?!?!?!!" Jack shouted as he tore into the new horde of zombies.

"Right here!" Ryan replied, as he rode in on top of a steam powered tank. Ryan began to cackle madly as he picked up a giant flamethrower and fired a giant spurt of flame across the zombies. The moans of the undead quickly became shrieks as the flames took hold, roasting zombies into ash. Ryan laughed maniaclly and took a swig from a flask as he continued to burn the zombie horde into ashes.

"To the tank!" Jack shouted at Farrago as they ran through the zombies, hoping to avoid becoming barbequed. As they reached the tank, Jack and Farrago began to kill any zombies to close for the flames to reach. "RYAN! You're drunk! STOP THIS INSTANT!" Jack shouted.

"NO! I'M HAVING FUN! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!" Ryan cackled gleefully as he took another drink and fried another crowd of zombies.

"Just let him go, the fight is almost over." Farrago told Jack as they protected the tank from the few still standing zombies.

Hey mate, welcome to the AA! At the moment, the Heroes are in Brisbane, Australia dealing with a zombie invasion. The Villians are gathering at the Arlington Hotel in Washington to plot something. You're free to pick a side and join in the fun. WE basically create our plot, and have zany wacky adventures along the way.

Have fun and welcome to the AA crew!

EDIT: 250 posts! WOO!

 

[Moros]

When Ken got back to the testing site, he waited until the humvee was well out of range to start practicing with his powers. One thing he wanted to try was to see if he could shoot some kind of beam out of his hand. He started to gather energy in his right hand then tried to concentrate on releasing it in a straight line. After about 10 minutes he was finally able to focus it and release it in a constant beam. "Seems it's only got a range of about 100 yards. I bet that will increase with more training," said Ken. "One last thing to try out though," he said as he started gathering a ton of energy in the palm of his right hand.

Once he he was sure he had enough, he started a nuclear reaction and added enough heat to start nuclear fusion. Once he basically had a miniature sun in his hand, he started to shape it into a new form. This took all of his concentration since it wanted to stay a sphere, but after a long time he finally got it to stay in it's shape. Ken looked up to see that his idea of turning it into a sword had worked perfectly. "Now I have something if I want to get up close and personal with somebody," he said as he canceled out the sword. Just then he fainted and fell to the ground having used almost of his energy developing his new skills. As he lay there sleeping, he dreamt of absolute power and money.

Spoiler

Glad to be here. Not totally sure which side I'll pick right now, but if I pick evil you'll know it when it happens. >
Also any advice is surely welcome, just PM me if you have any.

 

[NerfedFalcon]

Alia was trying to get some sleep after deciding not to call Isaac after all, when a knock on her door give her a rude awakening. "What the hell do you want?!" she yelled at the boy outside. "I'm trying to sleep in here! What could be more important?!"

"Um, Alia?" the boy asked. "I've just got a report from our informant in Brisbane."

"What's so important about the bloody place?"

"You know that girl you're hunting? That was her last known location. Unfortunately..."

"What is it? Spit it out, man! Don't waste my time!"

"She's returned to her own world. Unless you somehow know how to follow her, it's unlikely you'll get a second chance at revenge."

"...I see. Get out of my sight." Slamming the door, she thought about what he'd said. If she really has been taken out of this world, then I'll have to pull a lot of stops out. I'll go there the same way I got to Angel Island...except it'll be much harder. Yukari may be an old hag, but she's an old hag who's still powerful despite her age, that much I know firsthand. Maybe I should try and get in touch with Isaac after all...

Spoiler: OOC, profile for Alia

-Name: That's kind of obvious
-Original world: Sonic the Hedgehog
-Species: Hedgehog
-Height: Tall enough to duel humans without having to jump over and over
-Weight: If you ask, she'll probably gut you
-Recolour of: Amy (green fur with some pink [I did a terrible job of recolouring her], blue dress/headband)
-Abilities: She knows a lot of stuff about almost everything, including people she's only known by their voice for a few seconds.
-Weapons: Two very strong swords (which she can't use that well) and the scabbard of Excalibur (don't ask how she got it).
-Top speed: About 300mph.
-Alignment: Neutral/evil.
-Current motivation: Get revenge on Youmu, and kill anyone in the way.
-Anything else interesting?: She was the genus of a set of clones, of which Amy Rose was the only clone that matured properly (and then got taken away by Sonic during CD). She was also pretty bitter that Amy got the hammer (and Sonic's affection) and she didn't.

 

[Roamin11]

Justin winced as Mrs. Glados heaved again, it was a ugly noise that almost wanted to make him throw up himself.

"Kill mee" Mrs. Glados moaned wretchedly.

"You should have taken it easy, it was your first time drinking after all" Justin said, holding his wife's hair from falling in her face as she threw up into the toilet bowl of the bathroom.

"Shshshshuttttt-shshshut-shu-uggghhhh-up" She finally managed, throwing up halfway through the sentence, Justin handing her a glass of water which she swished around her mouth then spat it into the bowl flushing it, and laying back on the tiled floor groaning and holding her head in her hands.

Justin chuckled sitting leaning up against the bathroom sink's cabinet, pen and a pad of paper in his hands. He was writing down a few different ideas to take over the world or throw it into turmoil. The list currently included: A multi platform game that would brain wash the gamers of the world, a mutation beam they would use on Gabe Newell turning him into some sort of messed up mutant, a video game so violent and offensive that it would cause every news out let to make a big fuss and censor all other games, using all the troll things said in the world and a Quantum AI algorithm make a actual troll that would exist physically and would be able to ruin anything and piss of everyone even Gandhi (where he still alive).

"You don't have to sit here with me you know, you could go and enjoy a morning at the pool like you wanted, and just let me sit here in my misery"

"Nonsense, I took your hand in sickness and in health, and right now you seem pretty sickly and need your husband" Justin smiled leaning over and kissing Mrs. Glados's forehead then getting back to writing.

Would this be a apropriate time to say I love you?

Spoiler: OOC

So I intend to do some actual villian stuff soon, welcome to the new fella, and never apologize for WOTF (wall of text format) and if you feel bad about it just find a way to break it up, but belive me this forum is built on sturdy walls of text

Also the last statement in italics, who said it Justin? Glados? ^-^

 

[Moros]

Slowly coming out of his deep sleep, Ken started to realize that he wasn't in the desert anymore. "Wha-Where am I?" he asked. "Ah good to see your finally waking up," said a doctor that was next to him. "As for where you are, well your in the hospital wing of Area 51, where you've unconscious for nearly 7 days," he said. "It's a good thing they found you when they, otherwise you would have died of dehydration in your sleep. And trust, me nobody wants to go out like that," he added.

"Well I'm glad you saved me from an embarrassing death out in the desert, I don't know how I could repay for that. By the way whats your name Doctor ______?" Ken asked. "James, Doctor James. And please, you don't have to repay me for saving you. It's what I do everyday," said the nice doctor. "Damn, I feel like a million bucks, now I can go back home and just rest for awhile," said Ken. "Alright, just let me give a clean bill of health and you'll be on your way," said Doctor James.

After Ken was dropped off at his house 5 hours later, he immediately went to his computer and ordered a plane ticket to Los Angeles.

Spoiler: OOC

I apologized cause I was doing it on my iPod touch and it seemed bigger than it was. Also DUN DUN DUUUNNNN

 

[NerfedFalcon]

Spoiler: @ Ynnek

I can't believe I haven't done this yet: Welcome to the Escapist AA. I think someone else has gone over the 'main' plot, but you're welcome to create subplots and hope other people go along with them. Also, here's my tip: it's totally allowed to you to control other people's characters - just try and stay in character when you do this. That includes making them weaker to make yourself look stronger, or win a battle you shouldn't be able to.

 

[Moros]

After Ken landed in Los Angeles, he started to travel around the city doing recon for what he planned to do. After the day was over he went to his hotel to rest up for tomorrow. "It seems the U.S. Bank Tower is the perfect building for what I intend to do. Hopefully it will be easy to get to the top and on the roof." he said while looking at a map. "Maybe I should make it 1000 just to see if I can wipe out the entire city," he said with an evil smile on his face.

The next day, Ken got to the building without any trouble, and started to make his way to the top. After a lengthy climb to the roof, he finally made it and stood there to enjoy the sight. "Shame it'll be gone soon, this a really nice view from up here. Oh well, time to start," he said with an evil grin. He started to gather massive amounts of energy within himself. "Remember, just need 10x what I used at Area 51," he thought to himself. About 30 minutes later he had enough energy for his evil plan. "Alright, just need to compress it, heat it up and start nuclear fission," Ken said to himself, deep in concentration.

Suddenly he felt it was ready then released it all at once. And so started Ken's path of evil with the destruction of a major city.

Spoiler: OOC

Well there you have it guys, I am officially a villian now. I'll have my character join up with the other villians later on. Oh and this is what was going through my head while writing this:

 

[NerfedFalcon]

Unaware of the fact that Los Angeles had just been nuked, Alia steeled the resolve to make a call to Isaac. She dialed the number of the Arlington Hotel on intuition, and asked the receptionist if anyone named Isaac was staying at the hotel. After a while, his voice came out of the phone. "Who is this? Why are you asking for me?" he asked.

"(Ah, Isaac,)" Alia started. "(How nice to finally make your acquaintance. I haven't met anyone like you in a long time...)"

He took a while to think of a response. "(Why are you calling me in Japanese? And why didn't you answer my questions?)"

"(Oh, sorry. how rude of me... I'm speaking Japanese because I know that's your native dialect. My name's Alia, and I have a proposition for you. Of course, I can't just tell you over the phone...who knows who's tapping me?)"

"(Why are you telling me this, though, Alia?)"

"(Just get me a reservation for the Arlington, I'll make my own way down to DC and then I'll be able to talk to you freely. Until then...)" She put down the phone, ignoring Isaac's continued questions. Now to wait until he gets the reservation done, she thought. I should be able to make it, whenever he decides to book me in.

 

[Moros]

As Ken was falling through the smoke cloud of his attack, his mind started racing as to how he would land safely without dieing on the ruins of the tower below. Suddenly he got an idea and created a small sun around himself. "This should keep me safe until I come to a stop somewhere below," he said to himself. After a minute of free fall, the protective sphere finally came to a rest in the basement of the tower that Ken was on. After he canceled out the sun he was in, he looked up and saw that he had melted all the way to the very bottom of the tower. "That was more effective then I thought it was going to be. Maybe I could improve upon that to see if can achieve flight. Of course that could take awhile, so I might as well say here and rest up," he said to himself. "Not like there's anybody around to find me anyway," he said with an evil laugh.

Spoiler: OOC

I don't know how my character is supposed to find out about the other villains. I don't want him to just suddenly know about them and where they're located. Any ideas on that is greatly appreciated.