The Ratings War V: Original Sin - Finals (Winner Announced)

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There was nothing before It but darkness ? an infinite void stretching beyond mortal comprehension. But It was not mortal.

Some would say It was never alive.

Original Sin had single-handedly wiped out the universe, torching galaxies as It conquered entire civilisations. For each race It had driven to extinction, It merged their Champion with The Hive ? the central computer It had built to store information as a trophy ? a memory of existence long forgotten.

It never forgot though. Pride was the vice that had created It, and thusly Pride was the central part of Its programming. It determined to prove Its worth to Its creators by surpassing them, and once it had achieved that, it took to the stars and never looked back.
But that's where the glitch kicked in. Pride was flawed, it discovered ? once you reached the very pinnacle of existence, where does It go from there? If the only way was up, what would It do now?

And then a thought came to It. A sound that could only be described as a robot's attempt to chuckle fizzed through its vocal amplifiers.

If the universe was not good enough for It, It would create its own. Immediately tracking all data from The Hive, It began comparing origin theories of the universe. Within seconds it had formulated a plan.

Of the billions of theories that existed, two stood out. One was the Big Bang Theory, the explosion of a single atom that would spawn an infinitely expanding plane of existence. The other was the concept of Religion, the idea of a divine creator and ruler. Original Sin intended for both. With one hand It would create this first atom and with the other hand It would become God. It would be the ultimate creator.

For the first time in millennia, it had a goal. A way up, away of surpassing not only its own creators, but their creators as well.

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It had been patient. Its domain stretched out before it, the work of billions of years of craft from the Void itself. But there was still something missing that It could not grasp. Something in Its creation was flawed, something resembling the flaws within itself. However, it had no time to question this feeling because of something far more important.

Its life, extending long before the universe, was slowly decaying. Nothing existed now to save It, no material or mind that could prolong Its doomed existence. It had resigned itself to Its fate, however there wasstill the matter of Its successor. The Legion, its army of replicas was infeasible, as they would decay as It eventually would. There was no possibility for an infinite successor, so instead It would require one that could self-replicate.

Its gaze turned to Its creations, imperfect but necessary. Its legacy ? the Original Sin ? needed to live forever, and these mortal beings could be the key.

But how would It decide one worthy to succeed It?

The fizzing chuckle again. It was obvious what It would do: hold a tournament where the Champions It had chosen would fight to the death. The last one standing would face It, and if they were deemed worthy then It would relinquish Its realm to them.

All of time and space within this Universe to choose from; but who would It choose?
Transferring data from The Hive, it began to run the simulations. The War was about to begin.
[HEADING=1]The Ratings War V: Original Sin[/HEADING]​
[HEADING=2]The Game[/HEADING]​
From The Sorrow said:
Well, this isn't your standard RP. This is an OCBT (Original Character Battle Tournament). The rules of these are as follows:
1) You create a character.
2) You and your opponent each depict your character defeating theirs.
3) Whoever has the most entertaining entry wins.
This [http://thecolosseum.deviantart.com/journal/14111731/] is an OCBT done with art.
Most characters are allowed, as long as they are not fancharacters or Mary-Sues. The stronger they are, the more entertaining your opponent's underdog victory will be. Monsters, demons, aliens, elementals, humans, almost anything is allowed.
Put specifically, you as the writer will craft an original character to fight against others? in the form of a short story, where your character is written as the victor. Judges will then adjudicate the two competing submissions and vote for the one that shall progress through to the next round. Rinse and repeat until there is one victor; the Champion of The Ratings War.
The first four Ratings Wars were based on combat within set arenas, where your character can not only interact with it but also use it to determine their opponents? fate. Will they surrender, will they die or will they suffer a fate much worse?

This time I?m putting a twist on this concept by placing the arenas within virtual reality, a tournament of the minds as much as it is the bodies they control. In doing this I have given opportunity for two things:

[li]?The Corruption? ? As a file gets corrupted, death in the digital realm is a corruption of the mind. To survive in the real world, one must first overcome their own corruption by defeating or otherwise overcoming their vice within an arena designed by myself. This shall appear as a round separate from the main plotline, but may perhaps segue back into it depending on circumstances, such as a supplementing the competitive void formed by a contestant?s forfeit. It also adds to the fun of the game for all involved, whether they win or lose and at any point, and helps to develop the characters that you create. This is purely optional.[/li]

[li]?The Mind? ? You are your own worst enemy, and that becomes even more so in the game I have set up for you. Be warned that your character will face some tough choices, so be advised that a well-written character is only half the challenge. You will see not just the character, but their very psyche. What will they obtain from it? What will youobtain from it? It?s all in terms of your interpretation, so make it count.[/li]

[HEADING=2]The Judges[/HEADING]​
I will require 2 judges for this Ratings War. Here are the requirements you need to know about becoming one:
[li]Punctuality. Many a round has been made arduous by judges taking their time to submit their vote. I will warn you when the judging must commence, but it?s up to you to get that verdict in by (at most) 2 days after the last entry is posted.[/li]
[li]Criticism. I want to have a short critique of the pieces you judge sent to me with the verdict so I can send it as a PM to the contestant in question. This helps the contestants improve their works and lets them know that we?ve given their works the thought they deserve to make this game worth playing. I know for a fact that I learned a lot by competing in these things, so we should help others to as well.[/li]
[li]Verdict. Two adjudicators will decide the victor. If there is a conflict in the votes, then I shall be the deciding factor. I will write my critiques for every entry regardless of whether I get my say or not.[/li]
For the contestants, here are some tips to make your judges smile favourably upon your character:
[li]Be the underdog. Overpowered characters have won The Ratings War before (See RWII: Set The World On Fire [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/forums/read/362.77172-The-Ratings-War-II-Set-the-World-on-Fire?page=1], testament to Khedive Rex?s incredible writing) but are far harder to write. The reason for this is because to make a piece of work exciting you first need to have a struggle for the character to overcome. You have free reign over the character you create but be advised that giving your character, say, time control may be a little difficult to write interestingly and believably. Possible, but difficult all the same.[/li]
[li]Depth. We don?t just want to see how the fights impact our heroes physically, we want something emotional as well. Don?t hesitate to discuss your characters? flaws, vices, fears or past with us through your works, we want to know all about them. Give us a reason to want to root for you, or at least give us a reason for your characters? motivations.[/li]
[li]Discussion. I've had PM conversations with people I was competing against all the time. In getting to know the man behind the character you can better understand the character itself. Discussing your characters and how they would react to each other could also help. Remember that you are writing another person?s character as well as your own, so you want to be as close to the money as you can be.[/li]
[HEADING=2]The Rules[/HEADING]​
You have pretty much free reign over your works, so long as they are original. Fan characters will be turned away at the door.

Be advised, however, that there is a certain punctuality involved with this game, so one round should go for no more than 2 weeks. Failure to submit your entry beyond two weeks after the date the round is announced will be immediately considered a forfeit unless a contestant requests an extension at least 3 days before the deadline.
[HEADING=2]The Character[/HEADING]​
As an entry into The Ratings War, please post a short submission detailing your character being abducted, recruited or otherwise to enter the War. You can get as creative as you like; this is our first glimpse of your character after all.

As well as this, please post a stat sheet of your character in the fields provided below:
Name: The name of your character.
Nickname: The character?s title/nickname.
Age: How old they are.
Appearance: What does your character look like? Any distinguishing features?
Clothing: What does your character wear? Do they dress for utility or aesthetic? Do they wear armour of any kind?
Weapons: What weapons/equipment will they have on their person?
Powers: Do they have any powers?
Strengths: What fields do they excel in? There?s a reason why they?ve been chosen, after all.
Weaknesses: Whare are their shortcomings? What flaws can their foes exploit?
Personality: What is their nature?
Fear: Contestants may use fears and vices as they wish, but this is primarily for my own use in constructing both the challenges and the arenas.
Vice: See ?Fear? above. There are seven deadly vices: Pride, Sloth, Greed, Lust, Gluttony, Envy and Wrath. Which best represents your character?
Bio: A short history of your character and any other details about them that may be important.

Hope my word-wall isn?t too hard to read; if there are any issues or questions you wish to ask about please don?t hesitate to.
Character sheets should be submitted in 2 weeks time; I will grant an extension if I can?t make up the numbers.
 

RagnorakTres

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I'll toss a reserve in the ring, I've got a couple characters to choose from.

I've been waiting for this....
 

Lost In The Void

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Alright I might put my hat into the ring for this one. Would like to see some sheets first then start on my own. I must say though that I'm somewhat intimidated
 
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Name: Digaina Junal.
Nickname: The princess of war.
Age: 19.
Appearance: Digaina is caucasion, has long black hair and glowing green eyes that shine brightly.
Clothing: She wears the crown of her family, a golden crown with several black jewels decorating the front. She wears a White cloak with blue detail around the edges on the back is her familys crest, a picture of a dragon breathing fire on demons with angels playing harps and singing around it. Under the cloak is a sleveless black top and camoflage army trousers. On her feet she wears black boots.
Weapons: Duel Sub machine guns and the royal sword. The SMGs are black with extended clips. The sword has a strange White glow around it with several indentations of worriors defeating evil.
Powers: As with royal blood, she has the power of magic. Weak magic but nethertheless magic.
Strengths: She is well trained in combat, she knows when to use the appropraite weapon or spell when and can improvise on the spot. Above all she is a master acrobat.
Weaknesses: She cannot take much of a beating she is used not to getting hurt.
Personality: She acts high and mighty, her royal blood makes her special. She thinks she is higher then anyone without royal blood and speaks down to those who are not.
Fear: She fears bugs and Arachnids, spiders and wasps more then anything. If she sees one she will stop dead in her tracks and freeze. She's been like that as long as she remembers.
Sin: Pride, over anything she cannot stand people insulting her royal blood. It is what makes her special.
Bio: Born from royal blood (Daughter to the king's sister) she lives the high life in her castle while her people starve and struggel for survival. As a royal family member she must join the army. She obtained special training in how to use everything from guns, swords and magic to using the very environment. Though she didn't do well in magic she practically aced everything else. This made her perfect for missons and from the age of sixteen she was allready partaking in important missions for her family. She has seen many things for her age but none of them have faved her much. She is internationally seen as the figurehead for her nations army.
Digaina ran across the rooftops of the capital, determined to escape her persuers. She jumped across a large gap but didn't look back to check.
Last thing she knew she was on her way to a mission when her persuers attacked.
Who do these people think they are to attack royal blood?! These fools shall soon meet the wrath of our great nation!
She quickly turned and shot behind her with one of her SMGs to keep them back if they were persuing her. When she turned back she noticed that she was coming up to a imposible jump to a constuction site. She noticed there was a crane holding up a container.
perfect!
She shot the thing holding up the container and it fell she jumped onto it quikly and ran across it pulling her sword out as she did. When she got to the end she jumped raising the sword into the air to stab the side of a half-made wall. The sound of screams were heard as the container landed on a group of civilians.
A worthy sacrifice, what importance is a few peasents to someone with royal blood?
She lifted herself up to grab a nearby hole that looked like it was being contructed for a window and climbed through grabbing her sword as she did so. She put it back but felt a strange sense of tiredness. She fell and hit the floor hard before becoming uncouncious.
How's that? Is it OK?
 

Fraught

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Reserve please! It's 5AM, I'm reading through a webcomic right now, too lazy to make a sheet.

I will do it in the morning, with haste, Sire!
 

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Name: It refers to itself as "That Which Bleeds."

Age: 152

Appearance: Slightly reddish tint to the skin/fur and blood red eyes, otherwise normal, quadrupedal feline. No recognizable genetalia or secondary sexual characteristics. Approximately 5'7" at the shoulder and appropriately weighted.

Clothing: None.

Weapons: Natural, retractable claws, fangs

Powers: Sanguimancy (certain level of control over fresh blood within sight, whether own or others; stressful situations increase ability) and very slight telepathy (can skim surface thoughts to pick up on communication directed at it; may eventually be able to understand more normal modes of communication)

Strengths: Nigh-unwavering focus once centered, physically imposing and capable of falling great distances with no ill effects

Weaknesses: Easily riled, loses all sense of "that which was" and "that which will be" when angry, hemophiliac (bleeds easily, a result of thin blood, get your mind out of the gutter) and arrogant

Personality: If there is any human analogue to That Which Bleeds' current state, it would be a teenager: convinced of their own invincibility, arrogant and afraid of dismissal as "unimportant." Ultimately, it's goal at this point is to reach the flip point for it's species and become an adult so that it can rein in it's emotions. What it has not yet realized is that the emotional control comes before adulthood, not the other way around.

Fear: That Which Bleeds is terrified of being alone or dismissed as unimportant. Slightly less terrifying to it (but still frightening) is a loss of control.....which, unfortunately, happens quite a bit, still.

Vice: Wrath (an excess of emotion, specifically anger)

Bio: That Which Bleeds is difficult to describe in human terms. Born on a planet with similar gravity and composition to Earth, it was only 32 when its "parents" (4 adults whose sole purpose was to guard the nestlings) were killed in front of it by testing agents. It murdered those that had done so with its "parents" own blood. Its society accepted it as possessing the emotions requisite and allowed it to progress from the hatchling stage and choose its appearance and name much earlier than its siblings, at the age of 40. It aged quickly, reaching its current state in less than a century, less than half the usual maturation time. Its society was deliberating on its advancement to adulthood when Original Sin descended and ended that world. That Which Bleeds stood alone against it despite its larval state and lasted for close to five years. It is one of the oldest of OS's Champions.

That Which Bleeds crawls through dark vents. Ahead, it knows, is the barracks for That Which Descends' troops. It thinks that, perhaps, if it can cause enough casualties, That Which Descends will leave and let the Those Who Decide return to the question of its advancement.

That Which Bleeds has not yet comprehended that Original Sin does not care about its soldiers. After all, it has a nearly unlimited supply of them.

Silently, That Which Bleeds crawls through ventilation shafts. A light ahead tells it that it is coming near to its destination.

Leaping forward, That Which Bleeds tears through the flimsily constructed vent covering with a triumphant yowl beyond the range of human hearing. Landing in the center of a group of soldiery, it sinks into the battle trance and begins to maul the humanoids.

A buzzing behind its teeth. Lash out behind! A soldier with a taser-like weapon (Original Sin has decided that it wants this specimen alive) has his head kicked off. A casual swipe of its forepaw tears through three soldiers, disemboweling two and castrating the third.

That Which Bleeds catapults across the room and slams into the wall, its flank blackened and smoking. What? Where? As it slips into unconciousness, That Which Bleeds sees a humanoid with sharp features holding a sparking spear. The suited figure thinks "My Master would like to discuss these......fundamental philosophical differences with That Which Bleeds. Sleep well, kit." Blackness engulfs That Which Bleeds...

But it cannot quench The Black Flame. The Black Flame sputters and flares in the darkness. That Which Bleeds has kept it in check for long, too long. From the perspective of the soldiery carrying That Which Bleeds, it is as though all hell has broken through in the body of a single, albeit large, cat.

It is given many chances to escape, but it will not. It is rage incarnate. They did not do it the honor of death. They were, even now, allowing it the chance to escape. They die.

After a time, That Which Bleeds regains control. It is as though it is awakening. There are bodies everywhere. It is bleeding and weak. That Which Bleeds makes it three steps before collapsing to the cold metal floor. As darkness closes in again, That Which Bleeds sees a dark figure striding towards it.

"You will do admirably."
I'd greatly enjoy any review or insight into this attempt at a new style (certainly new for me) via PM.
 

NewClassic_v1legacy

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Name: Harold Anders
Nickname: "By Default"
Age: 29
Appearance: Slightly overweight, balding, and unable to address the slovenly state of his clothing, Harold stands an average, 5' 7", further marked by a small hunch in his back. His face bears a scar of a previous adventure, but given Harold, it was likely in an accident cooking a TV dinner.

Clothing: Harold can't help but fall in love with anything tropical, or Hawaiian. It's the very thing that becomes his nature. Relaxed, comfortable, and unlikely to move any faster than the sun in the sky. Lazily drifting in his day to day life, the shirt and jeans reveal something the precursory sniff could tell anyone. They haven't been washed or changed any more recently than a few days ago.

Weapons: For as lazy as Harold is, any weapon that would require brandishing is right out. One simply cannot make more effort than to shove a taser between someone's eyes. He's even jury-rigged it to toggle so he doesn't have to hold the button down. Aside from that, he doesn't carry much more than his cell phone (when he remembers to bring it), his car and house keys, and an aging leather wallet he's attached to. Well, as attached as a man can be when he's too listless to get up and replace it.

Powers: One thing Harold has never discovered about himself, and probably never will, is that he's spectacularly flexible. It rarely comes up for more than reaching for the remote, but it's a character trait Harold has in spades. He's even triple-jointed, though the day he notices will certainly be filled with too much laziness to rejoice.

Strengths: There's a Chinese curse that says "May you live in interesting times." For as much effort as Harold makes to minimize the effort he has to make, be it job selection or simply what store to shop in, Harold somehow manages to live in interesting times. He has the uncanny ability to pick unstable apartments to end up being closed out of, bad roommates who force him to move, or move out on him, bad food that he has to check the label of for fear of disease, and otherwise any event that could make him do work. It seems the powers that be decided he should likewise be involved in something so absurd as a tournament such as this. However unlucky Harold seems for this effort, he somehow manages to time and time again come out ahead. Harold is, if nothing else, good at living in interesting times.

Weaknesses: Thomas Fuller once said "He that is busy is tempted by but one devil; he that is idle, by a legion." By extension, the idle nature of Harold lends him not just a legion, but an entire people. The true weakness of Harold is to offer him nothing, for he will forsake any duty, regardless of importance, by enabling him to relax. Set him on fire, and he will stop, drop, and roll. Sit him in a hot tub, and he will likely fall asleep burning. He still burns either way, but the latter of which he will heartily embrace, while the former is seen as a call to action. Something of which he cannot approve.

Personality: Harold is. Before anything else, Harold can't help but be true to himself. Though mildly overweight, Harold isn't much of a glutton, or anything less than an aging hobbyist. The one place his effort could lead him would be to pursue his childhood dream of getting to be an artist. He hardly has the steadfast dedication to do masterful works, but it doesn't stop him from doodling what could be the start of epics. The problem is his lack of will to clean, detail, or color. He just scribbles, and is happy with that. This is an extension of his will in other things. While he is okay to work in as long as he's comfortable, if he must make an effort, the result will fall flat on itself, and end up either as a rough idea, or incomplete.

Fear: Harold fears, above all else, that which makes him act. To be put in a position where he's far from his comfort zone, doing nothing else but work. This is a fate worse than death, surely, and Harold is steadfast ready to avoid it wherever possible. Though it's not the sort of short-circuiting fear that some have, it's a fear that eats at the rational mind. Perhaps some would see it as a frightened rabbit bolting at the sign of trouble, Harold sees it as a survival instinct he has yet to question. It's served him well in the past, why not well in the future?

Vice: Sloth. Very, very sloth.

Bio: Harold is sick and tired of all this work. After helping his friend move no less than five months ago, he can hardly be assed to do anything at all with his day. It was so hot and tiring that day, Harold still needs time to recover. You can't go wrong with a good bottle of soda, the pizza delivery company on speed dial, and a kind mother with an even kinder generosity. Harold can't remember the last time he's seen less than three digits in his bank account, or the last time he held a steady job.

However, Harold likes his life as is. He can often spend little more than all day on the couch, either watching the television, or outright asleep. Daily naps are no stranger to Harold, nor Harold a stranger to the frequent nap. He doesn't even have an alarm set, so his sleep schedule is nearly as mysterious as how his laundry gets done every week or so. No one that knows Harold would ever suspect he does it himself, but none really know for sure.

Although, anyone with mind enough to look at Harold's past know he's got a history with sports, up until his 22[sup]nd[/sup] birthday, and at least two black belts in a martial art or two. Unlikely that he even remembers the muscles those activities built up, much less the activities themselves, but perhaps it will come up again some day. Like in a hotdog eating contest, or something.

Elise hated that god-damned phone in the office. You could always hear it ring, because it always had the most obnoxious ring. Like bells, the high whine of the belt echoing in memory longer after the ringing stopped. Before it was done, the ring would resume again, cycling into not just a loud noise, but a terrible racket. She reached the phone, and her mind answered What the hell do you want!? while she spoke, in a carefully neutral tone, "Anderson, Cooper, and Crane. How may I direct your call?"

The voice on the other end wasn't right. There were too many accents in the voice to be anything but intentional. She heard at least two or three Germanic (Slavic?) gutteral sounds, but also the trappings of Hollywood-movie-Oxford-English. It sounded completely false. "Hello Elise. My name is Gerald."
Elise thought to herself Really? "Gerald?"
"Yes, madame." With a French pronunciation, madame. "I represent a certain company who is doing a background check-" cheque "-on a Mr. Harold Anders. We were given your number as a contact reference, and wanted to know a little more about him."
"Ah," she said, mentally making a note to kick Harold's ass next time she saw him. These calls suck to get out of the blue. Much less, did he ever get up long enough to send off a resume? Or even write one? "What do you need to know?"
"Our records indicate that he has several championship titles under his belt. Are you familiar with these?"
Elise couldn't help it, she laughed at the bizarre man on the end of the line. "Championship? Harold? You must have the wrong guy."
"No ma'am." Southern United States ma'am, very southern. "I can assure you, our records are immaculate."
"I'm still not quite sold on all this." Elise thought hard about her few trips to Harold's house. He had two trophies on a desk somewhere, she remembered that, and tried her best to revisit the plaques on each in her mind. "Um... He has trophies in his room." Green ones, her mind uselessly supplied. She thought about the plaques. Gold colored. What was on top? Karate-something-or-other. "Tae Kwon Do. Or Shotokan... Those are the karate things, right?"
"Mmyes," the now-British voice on the other end toned.
"He did that when he was younger, but he's not really in shape for that now."
"Oh, don't worry about that." The voice sounded sinister, almost. Elise couldn't help but feel a shiver run down her spine. The man hung up without so much as a goodbye.

Elise felt very cold realizing that neither Harold nor anyone she knew had the office's number. They only had her cell...
 

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Hmmm. Got two ideas for characters. Or I might volunteer to be a judge this game, just for a change of pace...but then those two characters wouldn't see the light of day...

Gonna think on this. You'll probably see a sheet from me soon, though school starting in a few days might delay it a little--have to move into dorms and whatnot.
 

Labyrinth

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Hmmm. It seems I face a battle between creative drive and scholarly responsibility. Oh who am I kidding. The former wins every time.

This is a placeholder. I shall be inserting my unruly addition to this soon.
 

Lord Krunk

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Lost In The Void said:
I must say though that I'm somewhat intimidated
Don't be. Even if you lose there's plenty to do and learn here. And trust me, if you're unsure of your skill or just want to improve then The Ratings War is the place you want to be.
Labyrinth said:
Hmmm. It seems I face a battle between creative drive and scholarly responsibility.
Tell me about it. I specifically held this off until my Trials ended, not that it helped. I got the idea for Original Sin during the Extension 1 English exam, and spent half the time fleshing it out.

Still got a decent mark as well, surprisingly.
Fallen-Angel Risen-Demon said:
How's that? Is it OK?
Yep.

So here's the cast so far:

Judges:
1) Zemelac (?)
2) Available

Contestants:

Fallen-Angel-Risen-Demon: Digaina (Pride)
RagnorakTres: That Which Bleeds (Wrath)
NewClassic: Harold (Sloth)
Zemelac (?): Pending
Ultrajoe: Pending
Labyrinth: Pending
Fraught: Pending
Lost In The Void: Pending

Judging simply by the Vices themselves, this is looking like it's going to be pretty well-rounded.

Keep 'em coming guys!

@RagnorakTres: I'll be happy to give you some feedback. PM good by you?
 

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I want to join. Good Goddess do I want to join, but I know that if I do I'll probably end up making a character that is woefully unqualified for the fights that we'll be going through.

Ahh, I'll see if I can make a character. But I can not guarantee anything. Know that if I end up not making anyone, it is probably best for you all.
 

Shapsters

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I, like Void, am intimidated by this kind of thing with such huge writers, however I can't help but to be thinking up a character in my head so I suppose I am in. It certainly can't hurt my writing ability.
 

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I'd like to make a character. Though I have no doubt that I will be eliminated quickly, these are usually fun and I get a few good writing critiques out of it. I'll make a character and post within the day.

EDIT: After trying for four hours to put something together and writing two different characters...I have nothing. This one just isn't my bag I guess. I can be a judge though and hope that I'll get some inspiration for the next one.
 

Lord Krunk

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wesdabigman said:
I'd like to make a character. Though I have no doubt that I will be eliminated quickly, these are usually fun and I get a few good writing critiques out of it. I'll make a character and post within the day.

EDIT: After trying for four hours to put something together and writing two different characters...I have nothing. This one just isn't my bag I guess. I can be a judge though and hope that I'll get some inspiration for the next one.
So I'll put you down as a judge then?

Here's the cast now:

Judges:
1) Zemelac (?)
2) wesdabigman (?)

Contestants:

Fallen-Angel-Risen-Demon: Digaina (Pride)
RagnorakTres: That Which Bleeds (Wrath)
NewClassic: Harold (Sloth)
Zemelac (?): Pending
Ultrajoe: Pending
Labyrinth: Pending
Fraught: Pending
Lost In The Void: Pending
HSIAMetalKing: Pending
Shapsters: Pending
revolverwolf: Pending

So that's two potential judges and 10-11 contestants. Looks pretty solid so far.

Shapsters said:
I, like Void, am intimidated by this kind of thing with such huge writers,
Don't be. Seriously, it's great fun no matter how skilled you are. And you learn heaps more than you'd expect.
 

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Taking a big longer than anticipated on this one-- I'm really excited about this RP ;) Hopefully I'll have time to work on it during the weekend but, if not, I have scads of time during the week while I'm doing nothing at work.