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GRAND TOURNAMENT 2012; Held through 2013?
Topic Started: 7 Jan 2013, 05:02 PM (4,122 Views)
Yurei
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Nobody won Entropic Passages, Al. We didn't, you didn't, RR didn't. The judgment was badly flawed, and the whole thing just didn't work well. RR took exception to the Crew trying to play some plot out in the thing as well as just bomb it stupid. I still maintain that a good half of the reason it was awarded to you Valgs was because whoever did the judgment was specifically avoiding letting the Yggdrasil Crew destroy a 'precious' territory. That, and as I recall Drat was the judge for it and he was already working to try and set up the Crew to be destroyed. I'll freely admit (and have) that I made mistakes in Passages, tried too hard to accommodate RR's burning need for word-glut in every post and let it cloud my work, but I also don't recall losing to someone whose final attack was throwing his stomach at me :P

As for the rest...heh, pardon me for seeing a crop of star-traveling, world-eating genetic abominations with no purpose or reason to their existence beyond destruction and thinking Tyranid. It was rather difficult for me to figure out how I was supposed to play anything but a brooding, angry, nearly mindless wretched monstrosity, which is honestly kinda boring to play when it isn't eating people. Sorta boring to play even when it is half the time, too. Genesis was going to help with that, but it just didn't happen. Especially when you guys somehow blamed me for the group not completely taking Mire...despite the attack arm I was in...actually...y'know...taking...its objective? o_O

Hm hm...also? RR thrived on conflict, past tense. By the time I got there it didn't really seem to be thriving at all. Maybe a shift in focus, or even just broadening your focus a bit, might have helped? Sure, the Crew annoyed a lot of RR players. Lookee here - we're still here, and they're not. Ye've got a few of them at Legdoor, but I don't see any of the old groups there - save for the Val'gara remnants, anyways. As for me, in particular, being hated by 'all of RR'? I seem to distinctly recall having as many buddies there as I did active enemies, and that the majority of the place didn't really care one way or another. They thought the Yggdrasil wasn't really SRS BSNS enough for RR, but put up with us because we generated three or four times the activity of most any other group. That was about it.
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Sounds about right.

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Whoa whoa whoooaaa! Wait a minute.

That whole Entropic Passages non-sense, that lame sorry excuse of a RP that we didn't even finish ...LOL, that was an attempt to destroy the crew?

LOL.

Silly Alululuu, the Crew can't be destroyed. It's not that we're "undefeatablez", it's that we're too damn stubborn to die. If things were to actually "get serious", which I guess the Entropic Passages did have a lot of participation yield on our behalf, hell I think even Shin was there for that LOL... Well anyways, if things get serious, we put our thinkin' caps together...and come out on top every time.

But what's the point in hashing it out over old news anyways... Clan Wars are practically dead. I wish there'd be a surge of activity somewheres and we could return to the good ol' days of killing off whole groups, but that day isn't likely to even come.


Seriously? Entropic Passages? LOL...what a joke.
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EDIT: I editted this a few times to include more evidence against Laser, and suddenly the quote function stopped working. Don't know why, but hey, I think you know who you are when I quote you.

Jesus, this post is long, but oh well. A point has to be made, and it shouldn't be taken as disrespect, shit-stirring, or anything like that. I am merely defending myself against the accusations made, and seek to ensure that the people who make claims are ready and willing to back them up. I do not hold some hatred for the Yggdrasil Crew, I consider myself at least decent friends with Reno, and for the most part hold a solid level of admiration for the work he commits to.

However, I will not stand idly by and simply allow my group to be attacked, criticized, and otherwise insulted when none of them are here to defend themselves against these claims, though I am slightly glad Crat isn't present here, because he would probably succeed in making things worse, and/or generating more hostility.

This is not an attack on the Ygg Crew, or meant to be taken as trolling, or insulting. I'm simply defending my group against these criticizing remarks, well except for maybe LaserLight, and even it's more of a counter-defense against him.

That said:------V

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That whole Entropic Passages non-sense, that lame sorry excuse of a RP that we didn't even finish ...LOL, that was an attempt to destroy the crew?

LOL.


No, that is not what I'm saying. I'm citing an example to point out that neither group has successfully one-upped, or achieved something over the other, and that all this trash talk LaserLight is hurling at us is therefore unnecessary, unwarranted, and unprovoked, and more or less a bunch of unjustified bullshit.

The following statements are me disregarding the lack of direct evidence, and moving on to circumstancial evidence that doesn't necessarily describe a death of either group, but certainly does involve a scenario that occurred, which involved brief conflict between the Val'Gara and Yggdrasil Crew, in which neither were toppled, but there was still an outcome that favored one over the other based on what occurred.

This is what happens when someone decides to talk shit about another group of people with nothing to back it up, and it is really only aimed at LaserLight, not Reno, not Killiak, not Rin. This is aimed at specific members who actually engaged us in battle, and did not achieve a victory over us. The reason for this is because there are comments being made that suggest the possibility of a loss that the Val'Gara would suffer, should they come into contact with the Yggdrasil Crew again.

All of this emerged without a single provocative remark, so it really is entirely your fault, Laser, and in no way is it the Val'Gara's.

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If things were to actually "get serious", which I guess the Entropic Passages did have a lot of participation yield on our behalf, hell I think even Shin was there for that LOL... Well anyways, if things get serious, we put our thinkin' caps together...and come out on top every time.


If, if, if, if I did this, if I did that, if I decided to hunt down LaserLight who lives in the same state as me and kill him with my rifle... all a bunch of ifs, what-ifs, no action. I am not passing judgment on your ability to fight, Killiak, but until you've fought and beaten me, or any other member of the Val'Gara, there isn't much to all these what-if statements, which aren't meant to be taken as insults. My point in a nut-shell is that until we collide (which in the GT2013, I hope we do, because you're one of the few competent contestants aside from Reno, and a few others who actually have a good measure of skill), we will never know who between everyone else is actually better.

Basically, talk is cheap. If you think you can beat us--no, if you know you can beat us, then I would very much like to be introduced to this knowledge you hold, and learn about it through first-hand experience.

In case you haven't figured it out yet, what I just did is known as a "call out". This goes for each and every person here who KNOWS they have what it takes, and you can accept it or simply decline the challenge. Also, it shouldn't be taken as a grudge thing, I get a good thrill of testing my mettle against someone who claims to possess their own and one that is built of high caliber.

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Nobody won Entropic Passages though. I mean there wasn't really any fights or anything. Plus the judgement of that thread was heavily flawed in that it didn't even take all relevant posts under consideration. For instance, I recall that some of my own posts were factored into the judgement, even though I wasn't directly involved in any of the fights. That being said, my posts (those that were judged) were actually awarded more points than any others.


First let me say that nobody "won" the thread, nor did anybody "lose", but solely in the sense of achieving a solid victory by one group defeating another. The thread was awarded to the Val'gara on three fronts: we infiltrated the Caverns successfully, we spread the Vesuvian Virus, and we took over the Spider Queen with minimal resistance. This isn't to say the Ygg did nothing, because that's far from the truth, and we all know it. They did attempt to fight us, they did attempt to kill us, and Hellion actually had quite the engagement with Random/Lark/Crisis his name was.

None of what the Ygg did was enough to overturn what the Val'Gara had already accomplished. From the perspective of establishing a fortress and presence, sure we did take over, sure we achieved our objective, solely in that regard.

Hell, to be frank, if the forest where the rest of the Crew was located counted as a separate Frontier, you would've won it without question, and it bothers me that there was not enough reward factor going on in that regard.

The only reason I'm responding like this, is because you're talking about the Val'Gara as if you've somehow could defeat us, as if your past accomplishment against other groups is enough to say that you'll beat us, and this superior tone you're hurling at us is in no way justified, it isn't necessary, and it's rude as fuck.

Sorry, but I don't hate the Crew, and I gave you as much credit as I could just now without giving up on the points I made, so I think I'm in a position to say that I'm not here simply to start a fight.

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You remember what happened. You eventually turned against Drat, just like practically everyone else, because you realized that it would be next to impossible to actually take the Crew down, even with me technically being out of the picture.


Wrong. I turned against Drat because it was in the best interest of my character Morbid, a Niraan who was going to encounter some of his own people taking refuge aboard the Yggdrasil Hangar. He is not the type of person who would kill his own people, even if it means prolonging the search of his long lost brother, Thane, a Niraan who was converted into a Val'Gara. Therefore, from an IC perspective, it would've been more logical for him to take up arms with the Ygg Crew, save his own people rather than destroy more of them, preserve his sense of honor, hence the thread title being called "The Warrior God", and stay within his boundaries.

Now if that was not the case, my dislike for Drat as a person aside, I would've pressed the attack, continued fighting, and wouldn't have given a damn about anyone who got in my way.

Side-note #1: I've said repeatedly, and used a particular gesture that if you think you can beat us, then bring it on. No member of the Val'Gara fears the Ygg, no one has a reason to be scared, and vice versa, so quit hurling all these claims about what would've happened "if you tried", because it's just a bunch of talk. I don't give a flying fuck about talk, I give a flying fuck about action, and until I see action, the talk is irrelevant.

Side-note #2: Drat has shown his bias on more than one occasion, specifically where he gave a lopsided judgment in Diabolic Edict, in which Glass fought with Guts. The amount of clit-licking, head-in-crotch, and cynical remarks were often times out of place, and were strung together so as to make connect non-relevant points, and then construe them into flaws.

Everybody loved Glass as a person, she was the epitome of that girl with the personality that radiates so much sun shine and warmth, that her often unjustified royal attitude, bitchiness, and childish whining are overlooked, because her "sun shine" blinds them to it.

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As for the rest...heh, pardon me for seeing a crop of star-traveling, world-eating genetic abominations with no purpose or reason to their existence beyond destruction and thinking Tyranid.


The creator of the Val'Gara is directly stated and created in "End of An Era", and the fact that you claim Guts and I are bad at threading story-lines would suggest that you have read it, however, this total lack of investigation before making claims becomes even more evident, when do this shit.

I'll grab the quote for you though, seeing as you don't like to do your homework.

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"The samples have been returned to Dis."
"Excellent work... Idea."
"We expect the favor to be returned, Deceiver."
"In due time."
"We shall fall back to your fleet, with the exception of the Herald."
The voice spoke to Magnus after a pause: "Shall we meet again?"
"Most likely not. Unless the council ordains it."
"Then farewell, Belial."

Narcissus paused. For a long second he stood there, alone on the akashic continent. Then his face split into a familiar, but cynical, almost worried grin, and he said, “This gives me an idea.”

Come, hunter. I believe I have found a solution to both of our problems.


This is a direct conversation between the creator of the Val'Gara and the god, Idea, who he created to lead them.

Here's the quote that explains how Idea was created. It's a done in the form of a poem, and written by Guts himself, so bug him if you want an explanation:

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“A tale to tell of idols damned
Of morals shunned and faith forgone,
Empires built on bones of others
Formed a race proud with grace and power,

Command was theirs and none questioned
Their domain impressive,
The scepters of their wealth and health
Passed down successive, for naught their efforts.

They saw themselves as educators,
And spread wisdom to lesser nations.
To govern is to smother,
A service they thought done.

One rule! One leader!
They gathered all their secrets.
With science and reason,
They built their culmination.

Benighted by their ambition,
They plunged into pressures unmeasured.
To depths dark and waters frigid,
They found their absolution.

Unmoored, they sought their savior,
Brought from shadows was the solution.
The lunatic prophet,
Held hope, their only salvation.

One wish he granted,
“We are lost, save us!”
He took their tools,
And warped them, malignant.

Their sundered souls split fresh from body,
One rule! One leader!
They gathered all their spirits.
Of newfound power and sorrow they became prestigious.

It saw itself as an educator,
And spread wisdom to lesser nations.
To govern is to smother,
A service it thinks done.

A pact was made, a deal was struck,
An Idea had been born.
From alpha to omega,
Things soon come full circle.”


Again, proof that you're too lazy to look shit up, and you are expected to go find the evidence, you are being held responsible by me, so call it what you will, take it how you want to take it, either way it all leads to the same conclusion: you're doing nothing but trash talking.


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It was rather difficult for me to figure out how I was supposed to play anything but a brooding, angry, nearly mindless wretched monstrosity, which is honestly kinda boring to play when it isn't eating people. Sorta boring to play even when it is half the time, too. Genesis was going to help with that, but it just didn't happen. Especially when you guys somehow blamed me for the group not completely taking Mire...despite the attack arm I was in...actually...y'know...taking...its objective? o_O


There's no denial that effort was made on your part, the only criticism that I heard from other Val'Gara such as Hellion, was a lack of pressing the attack. If you want to debate this, you'll have to take it up with him.

Secondly: You thought Tyranid because of a few similarities, and we thought Val'Gara, because well, everyone in the group was smart enough to know that we didn't intend to run around looking like a bunch of mutated reptiles. Carnus is literally the only character ripped off the Tyranids, and that is your lack of imagination coming out, and your hypercritical-ness coming out. Carnus: a mutated, multi-limbed reptilian strongly resembling a dinosaur, also known as a Tyranid. None of Guts' PC characters mimicked the Tyranids. Anathema was a mutated human, Gattusk was a mutated bio-mechanoid mastadon. Narcissus was a mutated human, Beelzebub was a goddamn parasitic organism. SMD'P was a worm composed of multiple parts, Tecrolys was a mutated cat oozing nano-organisms. Hellion was a mutated gunslinger, Chrysaor was a fucking demon. The Slut was a mutated woman, Thane was a Niraan with gargoyle characteristics who was already a particularly crafty shape-shifter.

You're the only one who fed off the Tyranids, couldn't separate the similarities you saw in them from your own Val'Gara creations, and therefore you were the only person who ripped anything off. Your imaginative oasis dried up before you even came into our group, ours did not, so if anything YOU ripped off the Tyranids, not us. This BULLSHIT you're spewing at us does nothing but mirror your own lack of creativity, lack of ability to expand take a concept and make it your own, rather than copying it part for part.

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Maybe a shift in focus, or even just broadening your focus a bit, might have helped? Sure, the Crew annoyed a lot of RR players. Lookee here - we're still here, and they're not. Ye've got a few of them at Legdoor, but I don't see any of the old groups there - save for the Val'gara remnants, anyways. As for me, in particular, being hated by 'all of RR'?


Lagedorre doesn't plan on reviving the RR community. I only referenced RR because you brought up the idea that Aristocrat and I were somehow bullies because of our attacks on other groups, including your own (something that is false judging by my clarification of my reasons for joining the attack on the Crew as Morbid). There was never a need to broaden the scope, what we needed was a greater amount of players, and many of the newbs such as the Crimson Blades had this false impression that joining a hostile environment freed them from attack.

Glass' Starship Reciprocity thought the same thing, but the reality of RR is that it was built for competition. You guys are wandering onto a battle-field as diplomats and missionaries preaching love, peace, and a whole lotta things that RR simply wasn't about. This is not to say RR didn't promote non-battle oriented RPs, in fact, it was encouraged, however, it did not discourage one group from attacking another simply because one group hadn't properly geared themselves up for combat. The predominant setting for RR was that of a hostile environment, full of potential threats, full of ways to get your ass run-over by a space-ship, scorched by a wizard, eaten by a gruesome abomination, and diplomacy took a back-seat. Frontiers were the area where you could use both at your own discretion, but a fight thread was a fight thread, an RP where characters meet and talk was an RP where characters met and talked.

Just because the Val'Gara's primary focus was on battling does not mean we went against the current of RR, in fact we stuck with it, rolled with it, and violated absolutely nothing. Believe it or not, there are certain Herald class members of the Val'Gara who are not prone to blindly attacking everything in site if they are not ordered to, because outside of their duties to the Cataclysm, they are entirely free to do as they please, provided it doesn't go against the collective goal, and are conditioned not to upon their assimilation.

The Yggdrasil Crew's style of RP during the RR stint didn't seem all that battle-oriented which was fine with EVERYBODY, it was your incessant need to change the rules to suit YOUR style of play, insult other members who used the established style because you didn't like a style of fighting that was geared toward creating complex action-sequences, something that you are punished for if you abuse it ( a fact you consistently overlooked ), and is the basis behind why posts generally took longer to make. Open-style requires a straight-forward attack and defense without touching your opponent's character. Hybrid requires you not only are able to create a fun battle-sequence, but that you limit your connecting hits to superficial blows that do nothing to significantly damage the opposition, and attacks that bare potentially crippling damage are left open, and this was something that was enforced. If you went overboard, you got shat on by the judge, and because you weren't around to experience it, I can't blame you for thinking otherwise, however, little-to-no research was done on your part as shown by your blatant assumption making.

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I don't know how to say this with a more balanced approach without it coming off as insulting, so if you any of you took that way, there's the apology.
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Man what a waste of time.
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rin i will massacre you like an 18th century british explorer
you goddamn clitoris allsort
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I feel I just lost brain cells from reading that...

Oh, there ain't no rest for the wicked...Until we close our eyes for good.
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How is that even possible Jorsh?

The guy makes a very understandable point.

As for the challenge? The easiest way would be to see if we meet up in the Tourney. Regarding all the "if's", uhh..I was making a generalized statement. Whenever it was that whole thing took place, well personally I was busy as could be during those days. To me, it was something about participating in some "Frontier" thread, a contest of sorts. It was very clearly, at least I thought, just a roleplay and not an actual battle. I quickly lost interest and more or less forgot about the thing.

Like, clan war type stuff...that sorta business I take seriously because I love a good fight. I have nothing to prove to anyone, you and your group have nothing to prove to us...there's no outright aggression far as I can tell. Honestly, I don't pay any mind to "political" crap, if it can be called that...and am only remotely interested when Reno tells me there's going to be a fight. And I'm not so short-sighted to think any group we've defeated before in the past has any merit today, which wasn't at all what I was getting at. All I was getting at is, plain and simple, we've found a way to stick together all these years and I figure it's because those of us still around are again, too stubborn to just go away.

So anywho, when actually faced with a challenge I don't have any issues rising to the occasion. Right now, the only two characters I have that don't require any sort of heavy updating would be Ishida and Edward. Einst is a different matter, since there's a hefty amount of critically important material no longer listed in his profile.

Anyway it's pretty obvious to me you and Laser don't like each other. Me? I don't care...LOL. "bad blood" is a waste of time.
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Oh, and that's not to say that I won't step up to defend one of our Crewmates. Not by any means. If there's a group of people out there that are after Laser (not accusing you of being one), or Jorsh or Black ...etc, well you get the point. I'd see it as an insult if I weren't invited to a fight one of the other guy's started.. =P

Except for Reno. Reno is constantly battling homoerotic gorillas. I don't fux with monkeys. =/
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Crew doesn't have anything to prove. Not anymore. We won the old school clan wars (which predate RR) and we ultimately won RR too. Last group standing.

The Shin-Ra/Ygg Crew in its prime was, as far as I'm concerned, the finest group of RP fighters ever assembled. The current Crew is pretty good too though. We're missing some key players from the old days, but we've still managed outlast every other group that started at or around the same time as us.

Point being, RR wasn't actually prepared to deal with us on any level. We appeared to be goofing off most of the time, because that's exactly what we were doing. No group or player was a legitimate threat to us at any time. We simply used RR as a venue to play our own game. Just like we did with every other site we've ever been to.

Entropic Passages meant nothing to us. We weren't contesting it at all. It was judged as though we were for some reason. Probably had a lot to do with Drat's combination of being inept and trying to figure out how to stick it to us. In the end, nobody succeeded in putting us down.

Aaaaaaannnnnyyyyywaaaaaayyyy...like I said, Crew has nothing to prove. Not anymore. We're well past that stage. It came and went before your time, so I can't expect you to really understand what I'm even talking about anyway. Basically, we're just hanging around goofing off nowadays because it's fun. There aren't any enemies left to fight because we killed them all ages ago LOL.
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*Sigh*

You know what? Fine. It's not going to solve a god damned thing, it never does...but I actually happen to have a mostly up-to-date sheet for the traditional 1.0 continuity Cee. And clearly, the only thing you'll listen to anymore is fists, especially if you're going to be claiming that Entropic Passages, of all goddamned things, somehow 'proves' that the Val'gara are superior in every respect to the Crew.

You want to call me out? You want to fuck with me so goddamn bad, Aluluchan? All right then, monster man - gauntlet picked up. Here - have some proof that the sheet was sitting right there, ninety percent complete and waiting for me to pick it up again and not reconfigured to fuck with you like you're doubtlessly going to claim. Only reason it's not done by now is that Reno shifted things to the Y3.0 continuity and I had to start working on 3.0 Cee instead. The profile is still combat complete, with all requisite powers, weapons, and other relevant information right there.

There she is, Aluluchan. Care to take another crack at her? She had you well in hand last time, and the adventure no one in AL got to see has only made her stronger. Or is the Grand Tournament going to take up too much of your time for you to follow through on your own goddamn challenge?

I'm right here, buddy - come and goddamn get me.

EDIT: Reno, take out the word filter. I'm perfectly capable of typing 'Aluluchan' directly if I desire to do so.
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Grammar. Mostly grammar. Actually, a lot of it was grammar. Wait...that was a grammar Nazi's worst nightmare. Alu can be considered a grammar Jew in this, and I don't think he was even trying.

Just "Saiyan."

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It all blends together...anything regarding AL. That whole escapade was just an endless slew of the most random shite...

Shin-Ra, now those were some great times. Early Ygg crew, also great times...

Shin-Ra was by far my favorite. Still is.. even the short stint as U-TIC was fabulous.

Reno's right, naturally.. the old school wars are long since over. We faced some good opponents, but in the end just like the big guy said.. and Laser.. where are they now? Bye bye...
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Long gone...far far away...cause nobody wants to fight us. We are just that bad ass.

Hell, I alone have more "badassery" in my middle finger, and I'm STILL the worst member of the team...kinda makes me laugh.

Oh, there ain't no rest for the wicked...Until we close our eyes for good.
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You know what? Fine. It's not going to solve a god damned thing, it never does...but I actually happen to have a mostly up-to-date sheet for the traditional 1.0 continuity Cee. And clearly, the only thing you'll listen to anymore is fists, especially if you're going to be claiming that Entropic Passages, of all goddamned things, somehow 'proves' that the Val'gara are superior in every respect to the Crew.


I don't think the Val'Gara are superior to the Crew, you dumbass, I just got through saying that, however, I felt the need to establish the fact that you yourself, threatened us, me specifically at one point, made a balls-to-the-wall-claim, and failed to cash in on it. Everything else explaining the successful takeover of the Entropic Passages was to display the Val'Gara's competence at what they do, not to detract from the Yggdrasil Crew, which is why I was careful to separate "the Val'Gara achieving a victory over the Ygg Crew" from "a scenario involving the Ygg Crew in which they came into contact and did not hinder the Val'Gara from achieving their goals".

READ what the fuck I say, because this is exactly what I'm talking about. You generalize everything, you make assumptions about people, and now that I've called you out on your own bullshit, you're throwing a shitfit, just like the time you threatened to destroy the passages and failed.


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You want to call me out? You want to fuck with me so goddamn bad, Aluluchan? All right then, monster man - gauntlet picked up. Here - have some proof that the sheet was sitting right there, ninety percent complete and waiting for me to pick it up again and not reconfigured to fuck with you like you're doubtlessly going to claim. Only reason it's not done by now is that Reno shifted things to the Y3.0 continuity and I had to start working on 3.0 Cee instead. The profile is still combat complete, with all requisite powers, weapons, and other relevant information right there.


No, I'm not going to claim you made shit up specifically for the purpose of screwing with my character, whoever I decide to use, unlike you when you decided that Thane's "You Are What You Eat" ability has something to do with me "intending to abuse the hybrid style and take bites out of people, so I can steal their powers", something that is total bullshit.

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There she is, Aluluchan. Care to take another crack at her? She had you well in hand last time, and the adventure no one in AL got to see has only made her stronger. Or is the Grand Tournament going to take up too much of your time for you to follow through on your own goddamn challenge?

I'm right here, buddy - come and goddamn get me.


I'm not afraid of you Laser, and don't worry, I'll be coming for you, though I'm undecided as to whether or not I'll use Thane again, especially considering I'll have to upgrade his profile to expand upon the psychically fortifying boost he received upon conquering the Entropic Passages.

Now cool your jets, and stop treating this like some testosterone-fueled ragefest. It makes you look worse than what you already perceive me as.
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Speaking of which, Gren, go make me some popcorn. Or I'll shoot your limbs off again. Hahaha.
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Make sure you put a good amount of that popcorn seasoning stuff with the Parmesan and butter. LOTS OF BUTTER!
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I just saw a news report on TV.

According to CNN, Kai just physically assaulted every single person in Los Angeles.
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Also, Thundergod was last seen on the outskirts of Salt Lake City, carrying what appeared to be a penis-shaped doll.
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While I do not have a problem hosting the fight here, I'd prefer it on lagedorre.net where the Ygg Crew and Val'Gara members are both currently present, and are able to view the thread, including the person who encouraged me to "beat his ass", and the leader, himself, Guts.

That said, I will not be using a Val'Garan Herald, but instead a character that is centered around dark/black/comedy who was inspired by a pessimistically-absurdist view of reality that was the basis for his, and his three cohorts' creation (which I'm still working on, as well as working out the kinks for), and so I give to you... Marco Polo.

I made some recent edits to the abilities: specifically "Deck of Cards" "The Darkness" and "Monster", in which I expanded and elaborated upon some of the inherent abilities Marco possesses, and attempted to explain how he is able to do things that may not appear quite obvious, relevant, and/or "randomly made up" skills that he may demonstrate throughout the fight.

If you have any problems with the profile, say so now, or put a cock in it.

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Name: Marcooooo!
Aliases: Poloooooo! Darky, Nigger Lover, and various others
Race: Hollow
Height: 6'7"
Weight: 240lbs
Age: Unknown, but he appears to be a young adult in his mid-to-late twenties.
Sign: Leo

Description: He's tall, he's lean, almost completely devoid of fat, unless you count his cheeks, which are about as soft as a newborn's. His hair is an inky black, dangling just over his forehead in small bangs, leaving half of his forehead visible. Marco's facial features appear small and cat-like at first, possibly because he's always grinning, quietly sizing up the person he's looking at, albeit in a manner that is quietly arrogant and full of demeaning thoughts.

His attire is rather plain, but despite that, it still boasts of the detached drifter he used to be during his old life. An enormous black trench coat drapes all the way passed his shins, stopping just shy of his Achilles heel, cuffed at the wrists, the large buttons retaining their freshly made sheen, in-part due to a severe lack of use. To top it off, Marco wears a long, a white dress-shirt that has been poorly tucked into a pair of dark-gray dance pants. His strange penchant for "old man" shoes only helps to accentuate the obscurity behind his true personality.

Personality: Warning: Marco Polo will piss you off. He will look down on you as someone who is totally inferior, a complete lesser being than he is, and even so much as an attempt at raising your own dignity will entice him into degrading you further. While it is possible to have a conversation with him, it is more than likely that it will gradually evolve into a serious discussion, mutate into a heated debate, transform into a heated argument, and any trace of a civilized interaction will inevitably go extinct, just like the poor sap who had the gall to question Marco's superior intellect. The Nigger Lover doesn't take pride in putting others down, so much as he enjoys the simple act of doing so, proving himself to little more than a bully in almost every sense in the word.

Not one for clever tricks, though still more than capable of executing them with the swiftness of a magician, Marco prefers to cast powers aside, and show just exactly what he's capable of with his own body instead. He takes explicit pride in proving this fact on a regular basis, and so far the only people who have been capable of taking him on without serious injury have been Jack Black, Pawn, and Ron Jackson, all of whom he begrudgingly respects, despite his over-sized ego. However, like all men with tyrannical personalities, Marco is not above taking cheap shots, low blows, or resorting to unfair tactics if it means he gets to win.

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Pocket Full of Knives: Marco loves sharp objects, or anything he can use to inflict pain upon an adversary, but knives for the aforementioned reason, always seem to tickle his fancy in just the right way. Getting up, close, and personal with his opponents is not only his strong suit, but his favored position in almost any type engagement. He's got darts, daggers, throwing knives, hunting knives, bowie knives, needles, pins, tacks, and a whole lot of other things he can use to slit your throat, cram up your nose, ass, dick, or one-shot you in the eye with, all stuffed into his trench-coat.

His favorite blade is a Royal Spanish Dagger: 12 inches of stainless steel encased in a solid black sheathe which bares the symbol of the Spanish Armada.

Deck of Cards: An avid lover of various card games, Marco wouldn't get caught dead without his two favorite decks, he carries around in his pants pockets. One deck is holds the standard set of 52 cards with four pairs, 13 per pair, and two jokers, all of which he uses to achieve varying ends by manifesting the actual image into reality. A rain of of spades for his enemy, a shower of diamonds for a lover, a storm of hearts for when he feels like sharing, or a field of clubs for him to pick up and bludgeon the bitch with, should she decide to get mouthy with him.

The cards do not act as a purely physical offense, in fact their images have a direct correlation to what they are able to bring about, provided they are used correctly. The hearts for instance can effect one's mental state by hurling them into a state of ecstasy, spades are able to puncture barriers, and depending on how much energy Marco has packed into them, can seriously disrupt the internal functions of an adversary should they achieve penetration. Diamonds provide a counter-offense, and can contain the colossal amount of energy output Marco is able to unleash, in addition to deflecting other energy-based attacks off their hard surfaces. The Clubs, in addition to providing a crude means of bludgeoning people, when banged together or if they collide release the energy they've gathered in tremendous shock-waves, causing dimensional dissonance, can annihilate pocket dimensions opponents may try to hide in, prevents warp techniques, and wreaks havoc on tools that breach, that would otherwise interfere with the default laws of a world already set in place.

The Darkness

It is a place seemingly devoid of light, where all that can be seen is cast in a perpetual negative, like that of a D-grade photograph. There is a partial lack of application of physical laws here--such as an echo existing in a vast open field where there are no walls to deflect sound, frozen lakes that appear to burn the skin when walking barefooted on them, clouds that do not react to powerful winds racing across the sky, and even certain fluctuations in gravity, causing denizens to "walk on the sky" and "fly across the ground".

When Marco fell off the bridge connecting Heaven to Hell, he was forced to cope with this strange world--learning how to navigate dark places, avoid certain traps such as the Fecal Garden: a giant toilet disguised as a garbage can. It devours "innocent" bystanders and spits them out, forming beautifully sculpted statues, depicting the victim in the process of committing some wretched act, wherein a second sculpture depicting the true victim is then made.

At one point Marco took the opportunity to sit down and watch, observing the toilet devour a man and his dog, vomiting it out as a statue, depicting him carelessly allowing his pet to rummage through a garden with zero regard towards the damage he was causing. Seconds later, a carnivorous plant burst forth from the ground, mouth wide open as it prepared to consume the animal whole before it suddenly froze in place. A blink-of-the-eye later, and a woman covered in dirt and vines slowly arose from the soil with a motorized mulch-drill in her hands, thrusting it at the back of the man's torso in super slow motion. The man's cheerful expression started to twitch, changing into one of terror, head turning back in a series of loud pops as if reality had been glitching, neck bones cracking while the dog's fur stood straight-up, eyes downcast on the plant that was about to take it's life.

Suddenly, the sculpture stopped moving, having seemingly completed itself. Marco then calmly walked away.

Similar creatures to the one shown above are known to inhabit the Darkness, most of whom cater to pessimist sensibilities, others just inhabit the place. Any meaning one can gather from these monsters is left purely up to the observer's ability to decide for themselves.

Resistance to Light: Every Nigger Lover's ability to withstand sunlight varies, depending on where they are from. Marco's resistance to light comes from one of two things: he was originally from the Canary Islands, an archipelago Spain existing just above the northwest coast of mainland Africa. He also spent frequent time traveling back and forth to the Sahara Desert in an effort to help out his merchant grandfather, in addition to learning good business tactics, and so he's generally used to dealing with high levels of sunlight.

Manifestation of the Darkness Into the Ordinary World: A combination of multiple abilities is the reason for why he is able to do such: first tearing open gateways to the darkness using his dagger (see above) or his own natural power, provides a means for things to come in through. Secondly: Marco draws most of his power from that world, and as long as that gateway remains open, energy will continue to flow through. Whether or not Marco chooses to absorb that energy is entirely up to him: should he choose not to, then, like any other basic energy it will begin to effect the world around it. The longer the gateway is left open, the more it can effect things.

The effects are only environmental, casting an intensely dark shadow over most of of the land, and can easily expand to planetwide, given enough time (which is a very long time).

Byproduct; Internal Immunity:In effect, this also makes Marco's body a gateway into the Darkness, hence his racial description as a Hollow, like all the other Nigger Lovers, this means putting something inside him or implanting a device into his brain will cause it to be instantly teleported to the alternate dimension. As a consequence, he is free to ingest harmful substances because there are essentially no insides to touch, and would explain why if he were to consume a vial of acid for instance, an acid rain would befall the Darkness dimension, meanwhile an ominous hissing sound, accompanied by thick steam plumes spews from Marco's pores, while otherwise showing no signs of pain. In other words, it is feasibly impossible to attack him using biological warfare, or methods of attack that involve destroying ones insides, simply because there are no insides to begin with.

Semi-Corporeal: Marco isn't exactly from The Darkness, he's from the world of humans, and ordinary reality, where everything is firmly rooted down into the Earth. The changes Marco has gone through are incomplete, and likely never will be due to the simple fact, that he was never apart of the reality that governed The Darkness to begin with. It was merely weaved into him like threads in a shirt: only the threads are loose, not woven together tightly enough due to the aforementioned reason above.

Psychic Defense Mechanism; Mind Weave: Because the creatures use Marco as a vessel for when they travel into the outside world, they are very much connected to his mind and thoughts. In addition to having so many monsters trapped in such a small body, it is necessary that their minds weave together into a single, damn near impenetrable fabric to avoid damaging him. An accidental bonus to this, is that because their minds are weaved into one, it makes it incredibly difficult for most psychics to probe around, mess with, or trap him within an illusion. This is not an offensive ability, so much as it allows everyone to know what the other is thinking, and act on those thoughts.

They cannot, I repeat cannot launch mental assaults, merely communicate and use their psychic network as steel wall against psychic attacks.

Forms: In any place where life exists, be it in spiritual, metaphysical, technological, or plain ol', regular organic, there is always going to be a wide variety of organisms inhabiting that particular place. With The Darkness, this is no different: creatures come in all shapes and sizes, ranging from giant monsters to tiny insects.

Monster: Marco is a self-taught practitioner of kickboxing, in addition to being a skilled wrestler with a loose understanding Judo, Aikido and various throwing techniques simply by watching Pawn fight, making him an excellent observer. By no means a master, his understanding of the martial arts lies in the happy middle-ground, giving him plenty of room for improvisation, and depending on the situation it is very much a risk and reward scenario.

Once Marco gained control of over the energies flowing throughout the Darkness, it wasn't long before he started picking up on the perks of being a denizen of that world. Firstly, he learned how to heal himself by simply willing it into action, causing his wounds to stitch such at a rapid pace, making a full recovery in a matter of seconds, far faster than Jack could due to his fighting background. His strength has reached the superhuman levels, able run faster, jump higher, and punch with enough force to pulverize anything he can land a hit on. Beyond this, the energy he uses to empower himself can be manifested as a physical creation, can be shaped and compacted into weapons, or violently self-detonated upon Marco's mental whim, essentially taking something that was once-energy-turned-solid back into energy again.

Marcoooooo! Pooolooo!; Sensory Knockout: Marco Polo's signature ability is the sensory knockout, which involves directly striking an opponent in a place that corresponds to the five senses. If he hits you in the eyes you go blind, if he hits you in the ears you go deaf, if he punches you in the mouth you'll lose your sense of taste, in the nose you lose the ability to pick up scents, and you'll go completely numb if he hits you anywhere on the body, that doesn't include the aforementioned sensory spots.

Rage: Marco drops down onto all fours, his limbs start elongating as his rib cage starts to inflate, swelling his torso to the point of causing his dress shirt to snap open. His jaw grows larger, and extends out, developing a significant under bite in the process, his canines jut up, grinding against the lateral incisors, creating a noticeable bulge where his upper-lip starts to fade. The shoes on his feet are punctured by black scythes which sprout from behind his heels, the bottoms become lightly padded on his hands as well, wild tufts of hair emerge from the skin pores and flatten out along his back.

The upper-half of his face is pushed back, the width of his nose expands, his ears grow pointy while his eyes widen as they shift from pitch-black to being wispy, yellow twilight. Red hot tusks protrude from the hind points of his jaw bone, curving slightly so as to allow Marco to gash flesh as he runs passed his foes. A gold chain streaked with dirt-black blotches of grime grows from the sharp bones, forming a rein which is draped over his neck and back regions. Eventually, he grows a thick bushy tail, quite lengthy and capable of hardening its hairs into a heavy club that deposits its spikes into whatever it hits, fully capable of regenerating them in the span of a few minutes.

His underbelly starts to grow scaly, at first resembling a snake, but the notion is quickly cast aside when one notices the golden brown light it casts around him. As Marco begins to stalk his enemy, one might hear the wind chimes echoing their soothing song between the small spaces that the coins occupy along his underside, sheathed within each other to form a unique armor. When struck the sound amplifies tenfold, confusing his adversary with its serene melody that relaxes the senses, and softens the flesh, all for the purpose of catching them off guard so that he can deliver the killing blow with as much ease as possible.

A loud, creaking whine erupts from Marco's back, three slots form across his back horizontally, two smaller vertical ones flank them on each side. Three crowned beings rise up so that they are waist-deep: a Jack at the front, a Queen in the middle, and a King at the back, swaying from side to side with a metallic grown that ends with an abrupt bang as they collide against the slot's sides, ending with a loud, internal echo. All of them dual wield a pair of Knight's Swords with ivory hilts, and silver gemstones embedded on both sides in front of where the blades begin. Each face remains relatively stoic, unable to speak and instead, resort to facial expressions to communicate their thoughts to one another.

The Jack is an aristocratic monster whose abundance of words are laced with acid, but since he is unable to speak, the corrosive liquid has a tendency to build up inside of him. The amount of time he spends with his mouth closed determines how much is released upon opening it back up. When unleashed its effects are devastating, able to burn through multiple floors in a building, wash away entire city blocks if enough of it is unleashed, and induce vivid hallucinations upon whoever is afflicted with it.

The Queen is just as ignorant of the world as she was back in medieval times, when she was sheltered beneath the cobblestone walls, unaware of the great marvels that occurred while she was busy sleeping in her castle. Her ignorance of things has led to a great many disasters when left in charge, and thus when she opens her mouth, the world begins to enter into a static state, electronic devices short circuit, technology starts to go haywire, executing false commands that were never given. In no unsimple terms, it is a corrosive ignorance.

The King is an entirely different story, for he possesses the ability to both giveth and taketh, thus when he opens his mouth, the flames of life burst forth and blanket the whole land, causing accelerated growth in all things. People, animals, plants, even micro-organisms start to rapidly multiply. The only problem is that the Earth is by no means infinite in size, and thus the whole world will be unable to move without bumping into one another, becoming entangled within their fleshy, viney, furry, scaly, and slimy asses.

The true power of these three individuals can only be demonstrated when they combine their abilities, by driving their swords into the slots at Marco's sides, channeling their power throughout his form. The Jack's acid is engulfed in flames, transforming it into a vapor which instead of causing vivid hallucinations that twist reality, it prevents the ability to create illusions, distilling the world into a solid, stagnant reality that destroys magic before it can begin to take hold. The Queen's destruction of technology is reversed, forcing it to evolve and grow even more complex, but at the deadly cost of bringing one of man's greatest fears into existence: man loses his position as the dominant species, and his creations begin to overtake him. The King's fires of life begin to reduce everything into a pool of primordial ooze which begins to flood everything, slowly drowning everything in a bubbling wave of dead, suffocating life, desperately trying to sap everything around in it in a bane attempt at hanging on.

Reality is cruel, and the cruelty is delivered through an immense blast that is fired from the Nigger Lover's mouth in a truly world changing event.

History

You are a traveler: the world is your oyster, and you delight in your quiet observation of the world and its various inhabitants. Introverted though you may be, those who look at you can't help but narrow their eyes and watch you suspiciously, fearing you might lunge at them with no reason whatsoever. You could care less on the other hand. They're not important—they’re just as dull and boring as all the other passersby you encounter along your path—just as inferior as the merchant who tried to jip you on that old pot you bought for your wife the other day.

While the world may indeed be full of all sorts of interesting fellows, you have to come to learn through your short time, here on Earth that most people cannot be trusted, that most people are petty, and therefore beyond trying to reason with. Your prideful nature causes you to take on a superiority complex, deeming every bad experience you have as "just another unfortunate encounter with the inferiorites", while demonizing anybody who happen to cross your path. In time the bitterness starts to leak into your personality, causing you to shift between a quietly sour demeanor, or a scathingly arrogant outlook on life.

Eventually, this gloomy view of the world starts to manifest itself in the mind of your beloved. Despite the fact that you are a married couple with two strong lads, you detest her constant comparing of you to them. Louise has grown into a fine architect but is completely unable to grasp foreign structures, nor does he have an eye for what is cost effective. Jose may be a fantastic cook, but his sense of taste is too often dictated by the women he brings home, not-to-mention he's such a pushover and will frequently defend her honor, even when he is well-aware that the situation ensued because of her own rude nature.

Who is the one constantly expanding his horizons, both physically and financially, who is the one that constantly ventures out into a world where lucrative business is abundant? Yourself. Who ventures so far out, that the only way to communicate with your family is to have them play that same familiar game of "Marcoooooo! Pooolooo!", and yet still they can't hear you as you shout across the dinner table for them to stop biting at each others' throats? Yourself. Who is the one that must almost suppress his greatest wishes, his greatest desires in favor of the mundane existence his family has carved out for themselves?

You step out of the house angrily, but quickly sink into a deep depression that consumes your entire night. The sky is as black as pitch, the clouds are as white as snow, lamp post poles begin to take on a sleek sheen, and the whole world's texture starts to shift to clay dipped in watercolor paint. The grass starts to swell up and fall down like ocean waves, the moon starts to droop down and touch the Earth with a tremendous impact, crushing your whole village. A colossal plume of debris rushes at you like the Running of the Bulls, but it never reaches you, for an invisible wall explodes up out of the ground to protect you, shielding you as the cloud curls in on itself and is launched back into its own destruction.

A sigh of relief is uttered, and it almost shocks even yourself, however, you know that in your heart this world was never meant for people like you. As you turn around and start to walk, you reach a slight incline that eventually flattens out into a lengthy bridge. Here, it seems the world is as close to purity as one could possibly imagine. The sky is void of color, merely an infinite atmosphere of pure white, that never quite seems to reach the path you now walk on. The light is so tempting, it beckons you to come and leap into its warm embrace.

"Marcoooooo!"

"What the--who's there?!"

"Pooolooo!"

"Where are you, I can't see you, the light is too bright!"

"Marcoooooo!"

"I can't hear you, you're too far away!"

"Pooolooo!"

"Perhaps there is some kind of perfume you wear, that will let me smell where you are?!"

"Marcoooooo!

"Do you smoke cigarettes? Toss one over, and maybe I can taste where you are."

"Pooolooo!

"Please reach out your hand so I can feel where you are."

And, then you jump.

The end of the white abyss is now within your grasp, for you can see a small opening of dark triangular lines reaching out from a hole, its splintered rays of pitch growing wider and wider as you approach it. As you fall, you can see the pillars of darkness that compose the bridge, stretching down as far as the eye can see, reaching into that pure oblivion you've been craving for so long. A thousand tiny hands reach out from a splintered ray of black, they tug on your coat, and pull you farther into their world, welcoming you into their world with all they have to offer.

Once you pass through, those hands whip you around by the legs, throwing your body into a violent spin, allowing you to catch blurred images of a foreign landscape. Clouds cry as you pass through them, trees shout to not have their branches torn out as you to grab onto them, grass screams to not be stepped on as the clouds blow you off course, the tree limbs touch and intertwine to form a slide, and the grass springs up on its side, flinging you into a muddy swamp.

You stand up and start trudging toward the shore, you can feel soft limbs wrapping themselves around your ankles in an attempt at pulling you down under.

"Marcoooooo! Pooloooghahabbble!"
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