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Post by Admin on Oct 9, 2017 0:30:39 GMT -5
Suddenly, someone walks in.
Its TGC.
“His body was deteriorated to the point where he was a monster, barely even existing.” Eyes said
His body was deteriorated to the point where he was a monster, barely even existing
“Suddenly, D-11 (User) Diesel 11 (Engine) and Diesel 5000XL appeared beside Eyes” Eyes said.
Suddenly, D-11 (User) Diesel 11 (Engine) and Diesel 5000XL appeared beside Eyes
“Eyes! Are you surprised?
It’s me, TGC
Look at what this world has done to me
LOOK AT ME
HAHAHAHAHA, DO YOU SEE THIS?
You idiots.
Look at your decaying, frostbitten bodies”
Eyes noticed he started to feel numb, as if TGC still had a little bit of power left
“Eyes
Do you really think you’re important?
YOU’RE NOT IMPORTANT
You write about a cast of diesels that can move on their own and have no differences in their actual personalities
Where’s the importance in that?
YOU WENT INTO A FICTIONAL STORY SO YOU COULD KILL OFF CHARACTERS
JUST LEAVE ME ALONE
LEAVE ME ALONE
But you won’t, Eyes
You’re going to kill me, because that’s what someone important does
He has to kill that character, right?
Eyes, even in this form
I am shaking with fear
I don’t want to die
Leave me alone
Go away an leave me alone
PUT
PUT THE PEN AWAY
You and your puny bodies
STAY BACK
You are making this old
This old horrible monster
cry“
Eyes attacked for 70 damage
D-11 attacked for 70 damage
Diesel 11 attacked for 70 damage
Diesel 5000XL attacked for 70 damage
“Please, leave me alone, I have done nothing to deserve this”
Eyes attacked for 70 damage
D-11 attacked for 70 damage
Diesel 11 attacked for 70 damage
Diesel 5000XL attacked for 70 damage
“Look at my giant, ugly body
Isn’t this punishment enough?
Why
Why do you have to hunt me down
Please just go away”
Eyes attacked for 70 damage
D-11 attacked for 70 damage
Diesel 11 attacked for 70 damage
Diesel 5000XL attacked for 70 damage
“My brain is pounding
Don’t hurt me
Don’t hurt me
I have no weapon
QUIT PICKING ON ME”
Eyes attacked for 70 damage
D-11 attacked for 70 damage
Diesel 11 attacked for 70 damage
Diesel 5000XL attacked for 70 damage
“I understand you guys are already claiming to be gods
You’ve done a good job
You’ve slain the monster
I can feel the blood from my brain leaking into the rest of my body
It’s warm
It’s making me sad
I’m sorry I wasn’t much of a fight, Eyes
Well, I… Ohhhhh… Urggggggh…"
Everything around TGC, Eyes, and the rest of 3wsr was surrounded by a solid black barrier
TGC morphed back into his regular body, but he was surrounded by purple energy
"WHAT IS THIS FEELING
Hahaha, I know what this feeling is...
It’s hatred.
For the person who came so far
Just to destroy some fictional characters
My mind is gone.
All that is left is pure hatred
G-GUHmyNOhahahahahahahahahaha
People say I can’t take what I dish out"
Eyes attacked
TGC dodged quickly
D-11 attacked
TGC dodged quickly
Diesel 11 attacked
TGC dodged quickly
Diesel 5000XL attacked
TGC dodged quickly
"YOU SEE THIS BURNING, BLOODY UNIVERSE?
YOU SEE THIS ULTIMATE, UNLIMITED POWER?
Eyes.
I HAVE FUCKING HAD IT WITH YOUR SHIT.
You little fuckers are going to have
Your bodies ripped in half
I’ll shove your asses so far down your throats
That when you crap
You’ll sing fucking Beethoven
tl;dr:
Eat shit, {SLUR}s"
TGC tried PK Admin
D-11 took unlimited damage
Diesel 11 took unlimited damage
Diesel 5000XL took unlimited damage
Eyes took unlimited damage
almost.
"Eyes, the power of the admin outdoes the power of anything else. I've created the multiverse for this universe to live in. And now, your story in it is over." TGC said
Eyes attacked
TGC dodged quickly
TGC tried PK Admin
Eyes took unlimited damage.
Suddenly, the energy disappeared, and TGC looked out to the characters of 3wsr
"Well, I'm gonna play some Earthbound, seeya, losers."
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Post by Tug on Oct 9, 2017 0:34:04 GMT -5
..... "You know why I called the two of you here..." said a familiar man inbetween the void of reality It was Teacher, and across from him were Mr. Marvelous, and a new face but familiar name, Drivantial.... "Ah, regarding that wild 'Eyes' creature, right? I'm one for chaos and madness, but suppression under on entity is never fun... Besides, throwing wrenches in gears of plans is my specialty..." laughed MM "I wish to bring the true end of all being in their proper ways, with his disregard for that order I wish to destroy him myself..." spoke Drivantial "Yes, but even the likes of my student or the God of Destruction stand no match against his power, I even fear we cannot go up against him..." replied Teacher "Ohohoho... Then it's time to use 'that' then, yes?" smirked MM "For the sake of the order I believe in, I will allow it's use..." added Drivantial "Then it's settled... Time to use our only emergency failsafe... The Titan Summons..." ..... Eyes was having a grand ole' time turning Sodor into his paradise, next on the list Earth, then Reality, then who knows next, but... In the next moment, he was in a floating space, void of anything, not even his laptop, just himself and the nothingness... "Where the hell am I?" You are the pest that has forced my awakening?
"And what's it to you Sunshine?" FOOLISH MORTAL! WE CREATED WHAT YOU SEEK TO OBLITERATE! WE TASKED OUR AGENTS TO POPULATE AND MAINTAIN OUR UNIVERSE, BUT IF YOU SEEK TO UPSET THAT BALANCE WE BESTOWED UPON THEM TO UPKEEP, YOU ARE A THREAT TO THE TITANS' BESTOWED WILL...
"so what'cha gonna do about it Mr. Titan?" THAT'S NOX, SHAPER OF SPACE, CREATOR OF THE HEAVENS, REALITY WRITER, RULER OF THE TITANS MORTAL! And what I'm going to do, is give you the experience rare will bask in. That glorious honor mortal, for even though our own creator lies outside of this reality and cannot venture into it, we can still send things out there for him to feast on..."Wha?" ..... Eyes could only see white, and the next thing who could remember, were Jaws, or what he thought were Jaws, coming down and crushing him in one fell swoop, though in his last moments of life, one word was all that ran out in his mind... Abbaddon...
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Post by Toz76 on Oct 9, 2017 0:54:36 GMT -5
As the colorfolk dealt with cleaning the destruction wrought by Eyes and the War Ensemble, Man In Blue and Fark Devonshire met on a hilltop overlooking Brendam.
"So." Man In Blue dug his foot in the dirt and looked at the ground, embarrassed.
"Well?" Fark asked, fighting a losing battle with a self-satisfied smirk of triumph.
"Thank you." Man In Blue spat. "Your intervention bought us the time we needed for TGC to defeat Eyes."
"You're very welcome." Fark smiled. "It was my pleasure."
"I suppose you'll be leaving now ," Man In Blue asked, his tone making it clear that this was not a polite enquiry.
"Actually, that's part of the reason I agreed to this meeting. I figured you should be the first to know. We've infiltrated a rogue branch of VEC. Apparently, they stole a magical remote from Thomas The Tank Engine, which allowed him to be kidnapped by the real VEC. We can't allow that to happen again, which is why we're building a base at Brendam Docks. The Guild Of Death, Island of Sodor Division, East Anglian Dispatch."
"GODISDEAD? Isn't that a terrible name for several reasons?"
"Ten ships under the command of Bjarnisson, Onyx, and myself will be permanently stationed there. Morgan and Hunt will be carrying out independent operations at the same time." Fark went on.
"Wait..." Man In Blue said, the full implications of what Fark was saying beginning to sink in.
"That's right. We're neighbors!" Fark said with fake cheerfulness.
"We will destroy your base if need be." Man In Blue shot back.
"Fine. We can rebuild. It's mostly a drydock for our ships anyway. Our personnel are staying on the ships, except for me and a few others, who are staying at a secret location that you'll never find, despite the fact that it's been mentioned before, exactly once."
"This is ridiculous! Even with your armbands on the "good" setting, you're still dishonest manipulators."
"No, we're just Chaotic as opposed to your Lawful nature." Fark replied. "There are flaws to both approaches."
He was going to say more, but he was interrupted by Man In Blue, who let out an animalistic scream of frustration. Fark could tell he'd gone to far, and reached out to put a hand on Man In Blue's shoulder.
"They really do like you, you know."
Man In Blue looked up. "Who?"
"You know, the, ya know, ah..." Fark gesticulated towards the sky. "The writers."
"If they like me so much, why does all this bad stuff keep happening to me?"
"It's because they like you that they use you so much. You're the closest thing this damn thing has to a protagonist. You're flawed, but at the end of the day, you have something none of the other faction leaders has."
"What?"
"Relatability. I may be an arrogant bastard, BM may be a religious fanatic, Raios may be a power-hungry dick, but your flaws make you more human, not less. In a way, I envy you, Daniel. You get to be portrayed sympathetically. Whenever we appear together, my negative traits are played up, because I'm the bad guy. I don't want to be the bad guy. But if I have to, at least I have a worthy nemesis."
Man In Blue looked up. "What are you trying to say?"
Fark extended his hand. "Frenemies?"
Man In Blue looked at the proffered hand with suspicion for a second, before coming to a decision. "Frenemies." He decided, shaking Fark's hand.
"Excellent." Fark chuckled.
Man In Blue smirked. "I look forward to taking you down next time we go head to head."
"As do I."
As Man In Blue turned to leave, Fark added: "Also, little tip from my intelligence team- Melody is thinking of breaking up with you since your relationship has begun to stagnate. I suggest you take things to the next level, and fast."
"Already done." Man In Blue smirked.
"...oh."
"You sound disappointed." Man In Blue pointed out.
"Well, I was planning to leave on that ominous note, but since you've already dealt with it, um..."
"You can always try "goodbye", obviously," Man In Blue quipped.
"Not my style." Fark smirked.
******
With Eyes defeated and TGC gone back to the nothingness of inactiveauthorland, Tug, Frank, and Toz began tying up loose ends, starting with bringing back the colorfolk.
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Post by Biblically Accurate Angel on Oct 9, 2017 1:08:07 GMT -5
Meanwhile, the PIC were still mourning the death of Baldassare Essex.
"I can't believe he's really dead," said Anthrax Slayer.
"It all happened so sudden," said Soad.
"Though I have to wonder," said Scourge, "if there was something more at play here."
"Oh yes," Mass'cre said unexpectedly. "There was..."
**FLASHBACK**
"Is this the right place?" Essex asked the man.
"Right you are. Just walk on in and you'll be called up shortly."
Essex did so. When he was called, he entered a room where he saw a handsome-looking man with brown hair behind a desk with an accounting book in front of him.
"Well well well," said the man, "Baldassare Essex."
"Are you the one known as Eyes?" Essex asked.
"That's me," said Eyes, "how may I be of service?"
"We are going up against and invincible group called the War Ensemble, and we really need more power to defeat them. You're my last option. Please, can you help us out?"
"Hmm... yes, I think I can. But on one condition."
"What's that?"
"Whenever you die, your soul belongs... to me."
Essex gulped. "It's for the good of the PIC... I accept."
"Fine. Just sign on the dotted line."
He did so. "Pleasure doing business with you," said Eyes.
"Come on Mass'cre, let's get out of here."
**END FLASHBACK**
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Post by Toz76 on Oct 10, 2017 21:06:49 GMT -5
Meanwhile, in a darkened basement on Sodor, an old man stood waiting. Seven younger men stood around him.
"Origen, sir. It is ready."
"Very good. Bring them to me."
Three men and a horse were pushed into the room, screaming.
"Pierre!" Yelled the horse.
"Awkright, Charles, and Maguire. Your attempts to reform the KNUCKLEHEADS were amusing, but unwarranted. For here we are!"
Eight women stepped out of the shadows, wearing robes and carrying candles.
"Those are Othniel, Ehud, Shamgar, Tola, Jair, Ibzan, Elon and Abdon. The seven men are Ephesus, Smyrna, Pergamum, Thyatira, Sardis, Philadelphia, and Laodicea. Also among our order are Shadrach, Meschach, and Abednego, who are away on business. I am Origen. Together, we protect Sodor from evil. And you will make a fine addition to our ranks as we take on an evil force so insidious in its nature that it passes as good. Us KNUCKLEHEADS must correct the dark path the colorfolk now walk."
*******
Meanwhile, the colorfolk were...
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Oct 10, 2017 21:31:40 GMT -5
Mostly in character purgatory, but a select few are doing that thing tug has them doing with Adrianna.
But until we can pick up from where we left off, we see what the presuslutians are up to as they examine the Prism fragment and talk to the Spirit
.......
"You were right! The good magic that entered this Prism has not only stabilized and strengthened it, it has made it unlike any Prism I have ever seen" the first alien said
"Yes, but this spirit... it is nothing like I have seen. My first instinct is to call it an AI yet it has none of the indicators of an AI
"... I predate the Prism by several centuries. The meteor I originally came was imbued with so much good magic that it gave me life. For you see, I am living yet have no soul. I am a being of pure magic" he explained.
"If that is so, then you are truly a most unique specimen" the alien observed.
But we're not interested in technobabble, so we cut to somewhere else, where...
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Post by Toz76 on Oct 12, 2017 23:06:47 GMT -5
Man In Blue's day could not get any worse.
He'd woken up, showered, put on his robes, and walked into the mess hall to see several color folk clustered around the TV screen.
"She's already proven very popular in the polls, and could pose a significant threat to incumbent Morgan Freeman Basically in the polls." A newscaster was saying.
"What's going on?" A still tired Man In Blue asked Woman In Silver.
"You'll never believe who's running for Mayor of Sodor!" She exclaimed, pointing up at the screen.
Man In Blue looked up to see the face that had haunted his nightmares last night, Nifsara Hunt.
"Thomas is still missing. The War Ensemble decimated Sodor. And where were the colorfolk? Completely AWOL during the entire invasion. Sure, they teleported many of us away- without warning, I might add- but video footage confirms most of them stayed in the Great Hall, then suddenly vanished. Some heroes of Sodor."
"Hey now, that was beyond our control." Man In Blue said angrily. "She wasn't even on this island!"
"You have to admit, public opinion is rapidly turning against us." Woman In Silver pointed out. "Especially after that editorial in the Sun. Apparently after they pulled page 3, they devoted the space to bashing magic users."
"Why were you reading the Sun? I thought you were intelligent." Man In Blue narrowed his eyes.
"Hey man, I'm being written by an American author who only knows about British papers from a wikipedia page he looked at just now." Woman In Silver pointed out.
"Whatever." Man In Blue picked up the proferred paper and read it, his expression of shock growing.
THE DARK LEGACY OF THE COLORFOLk
By Kendarboo Flickerbee and "Origen"
The colorfolk. Sudrian heroes, some say. But I can tell you now, it is not the case. This is not to say the colorfolk are evil, per se. I myself am friends with several of them. But to call them heroes ignores several aspects of their history.
Legend says the Colorfolk vanished suddenly around the year 1700, after several of them began to exhibit strange and violent tendencies. This story is true, and referred to as the "Dark Ages" by them now. From then until early 2015, the colorfolk still existed, but as violent, psychotic mass murderers. And considering the number of evils that have emerged in the time since their return, they may have been better off like that.
Let's not forget the mysterious "War Ensemble" invasion. Where were the colorfolk during all this? Not on Sodor, that's for damned sure. When asked, they mentioned "Character Purgatory" an obvious reference to the delusions suffered by those with FWD, or Fourth Wall Disorder. It's nice to know our heroes were hallucinating gods while Sudrian's livelihoods were being destroyed by evil vampire robots-
Man In Blue threw the paper down. "I can't go on."
"It's pretty tedious, isn't it?" Man In Orange commented. "Goes on for pages."
"Not a single untrue claim- I mean, maybe the fourth wall isn't real." Man In Silver pointed out. "After all, millions of people go through life not seeing it."
Man In Blue was pissed. "I thought Kendarboo was our ally!"
"Maybe he did this for our benefit. By acknowledging our problematic past and vowing to move past it, we can deal with these dark secrets now rather than having them unearthed at a later time. He's giving us a second chance to be good." Woman In Gold argued.
"Except for one thing. Origen." Woman In White snapped. "Where have we heard that name before?"
"The leader of those internet trolls, the KNUCKLEHEADS?" Woman In Blue gasped.
"Exactly. He hates us because we're objectively more good than him. This is exactly the sort of petty crap he'd pull." Man In Islamic Green pointed out.
"We're not "objectively good". Morality is subjective." Man In Pink chimed in.
"That's exactly what you would say, you morally bankrupt fool." Man In Dogwood Rose snooted.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Man In Gamboge snapped.
"SILENCE!" Yelled Man In Blue. "I'm going to get to the bottom of this."
Man In Blue stormed down to the Map Room. Located on Underground Level 12, the Map Room was capable of tracking every magic user on the planet.
"Map, show me Kendarboo Flickerbee."
"There are no living mages with that name in our scannable area."
"What?"
"Your map has a couple weaknesses." Fark said.
"WHAT THE HELL!?"
Man In Blue turned to see Fark leaning against a column, wearing an open shirt and drinking a pina colada.
"How did you even get in here? Our anti-evil shield-"
"Is easily thwarted by GOD technology. Nice to see you too, by the way."
"What do you want, Fark?"
"See, a simple Fambian Incantation makes locations invisible to maps like this. All of Iceland, the Alps, and Cincinatti are covered in Fambian Fields. So is the area around the original location of Diablo Tower, Elbaf, and a certain island in the Atlantic where there be dragons. SOM dragons, if you get my drift."
"So, you're saying he's in one of those places?" Man In Blue asked.
"No, he's in space, waiting for a future arc focused on him. Not this one. Probably right after the wedding arc."
"The what?"
"Hang on, bucko, all in good time." Fark sipped his pina colada.
"Why are you here again?"
"To invite you to come to the island of Metalicana and kill him before he gets moved to Deszeld." Fark said casually.
"What's the catch?" Man In Blue squinted.
"You won't interfere in Nifsara's election, or Ellena's joining the NWR railway board, or anything else."
"Anything else?"
"Well, hypothetically, if the Icelandic government were suddenly and violently toppled..."
"You're despicable."
"It's for the greater good. SOM is a bigger threat than we are." Fark argued.
Man In Blue sighed. "Can this day get any worse?"
Fark smirked. "Hivemind just took control of the entire population of Germany. Don't worry, my people are on it."
"Why do we keep getting scenes together?"
"Toz realized we have great chemistry and we're fun to write for. Hopefully the other writers don't get sick of me. I'm going for a "Weyoun" type of vibe, but I'm worried that I'm coming off more like Smek from that Dreamworks movie with the purple aliens."
"Huh?"
"That movie is severely underrated, that's all I'm saying."
******
Meanwhile, other dormant plot points were awakening...
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Post by Biblically Accurate Angel on Oct 13, 2017 6:42:31 GMT -5
Eh, I'm bored, so let's see who else is running for mayor.
THE MAYOR OF SODOR After 40 of holding the title, The Mayor of Sodor is hoping for another four years in command once again.
JEM COLE Trevor the traction engine's beloved character, he was written in by Trevor as a surprise, but is now hopeful of earning the votes and being integral to preserving Sodor's history.
MS JENNY PACKARD "Screw the men!" she says. "I've got what it takes to achieve Mayorhood. Vote for me and make a mother proud!"
DIESEL 10 Once in power will push for more equality among engines, including making steam less of a thriving force pushing this island forward as it is now and giving diesels and the like a bit more power. Surprisingly, Diesel 10 is really resonating with the voters, as our polls are showing that he is in fact in the lead with 51%.
We don't know exactly how this election will pan out, but we can tell you one thing - it's gonna be interesting. Now back to you Leslie.
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Thank you, Tom. Now then, at the Sodor Milk Factory, reports are saying...
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Oct 13, 2017 19:17:43 GMT -5
(One news broadcast later)
And now back to the main story:
All over Sodor, massive protests broke out against Kendarboo's article, calling it "Slanderous and Libel" among other things. Yes, the Colormen had a Dark Era, but recently published journals of the Colormen ancestors revealed that the Dark Era was nothing like what Kendarboo made it out to be. Rather than the faction going evil, only a handful had become "evil" with the others either remaining good, disappearing and rendering their lines dormant, or were killed off by the corrupted Colormen, who saw it as "eliminating the competition" more than anything else. Interestingly, any evil committed by these lines were strictly committed against other lines. Not one person who wasn't a Colorman died as a result of their dark age.
Perhaps most interesting- it was the fact that the Sudrian people had turned against them during a time where all magic was considered witchcraft and evil, that made the Colormen force the decision to shatter the Prism.
As historians began to note, "it wasn't the Colormen that turned their backs on Sodor; it was the Sudrians who turned their backs on the Colormen"
And since the Colorfolk not taking action during the War Ensemble was a pretty stupid idea, the Writer decided that an immediate Retcon was in order.
.......
"Of course we took action! In more ways than one. Who do you think got all of you to safety before the War Ensemble invaded? And were the primary force behind undoing the damage to Sodor?" Man In Gold said before a crowd. The people then began to remember that before the War Ensemble touched down, they had all been brought to another place, safe from harm during the duration of the Invasion.
"And we did take action. While everyone was focused on that one half of the ensemble that claimed to be good yet sought the destruction of all magic users or whatever their motive was- WE were fighting the truly evil, vicious other half that sought nothing more than to destroy Sodor." He continued. Indeed, the Colorfolk were destroying the truly evil, vicious half of the War Ensemble, and had no idea of the other half's existence until after the fact, because the PIC were fighting them. The crowd was more convinced. There was no way they were psychotic mass murderers; they were fulfilling their roles as sworn protectors.
"Yes, we did have our dark era- but today, we are here to redeem ourselves! We will overcome that which set us back, and we will help Sodor begin a golden age, like the one that lasted from 1095 to 1657. Yes, there is much rebuilding to do, but we can do it, and we will do it for you, the Sudrians who we have sworn to protect" he declared, to the cheers of the crown.
......
Kenderboo was having a complete nervous breakdown; with the Writer's retcon, his article lost most of its credibility and now he was being called out as a fraud.
But we're not interested in that; and since this game jumps around every single post now, we cut our attention to...
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Post by Toz76 on Oct 13, 2017 19:41:34 GMT -5
Kendarboo, who wrote a rebuttal quickly.
“The colorfolk make a lot of good points, but there are two glaring errors. For one, the evil color folk were actually complicit in thousands of deaths. This has been established, and I really hope the writers don’t retcon this just to remove any guilt from the colorfolk. Second, the massacre of the orcs. Brain scans have confirmed that orcs today have identical brain structures to those from hundreds of years ago. Orc society has been proven to have been complex and diverse back then as well. The colorfolk of today may not be guilty, and it may have been “good” back then, but the current colorfolk’s continued refusal to admit any wrongdoing is appalling and makes them extremely Mary Sueish. Until they explicitly condemn the dark era and orc massacre, I can not accept them as saviors of Sodor, and neither should you.”
This time, the masses agreed with Kendarboo. It became clear that the colorfolk had to apologize if they wanted to move forward and develop rather than remaining perfectly good jackasses who can’t admit to any wrongdoing even though they otherwise are bland Mary Sues.
PS: Also the first flashback arc has the colorfolk attacking innocents several times in response to the fear of witchcraft, so both are complicit.
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Post by Biblically Accurate Angel on Oct 13, 2017 20:06:31 GMT -5
The (Current) Mayor of Sodor was having a meeting in regards to the Colorfolk.
"What can we do?" he said. "Rumors are floating about whether or not the Colorfolk really are Sodor's protectors, and I personally am at my wit's end."
"Perhaps it would be a good idea to launch an investigation?" said one man.
"Absolutely right," said a man, walking in. He wore a trench coat, a hat, and sunglasses. His face was obscured. "I plan to investigate the Colorfolk, and will dig up any treachery they have created."
"Who are you?" asked the Mayor.
"My name is unimportant. For now you can refer to me as MIs. But mark my words, I will find out all there is to now about the Colorfolk, and then we'll see truly if these so-called protectors are really that." And he strode out of the room.
"I will make them pay..."
And so began the Colorfolk Investigation Arc. Probably interspersed between that other arc Toz started, but so it goes.
Meanwhile, Thomas was in a very awkward situation.
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Oct 13, 2017 20:39:02 GMT -5
Apparently we can't wait until after I work on the Orc Wars Book, so I guess we'll bring it up now-
......
In the end, it was decided that an investigation would take too long and too many resources- so instead a public discussion was needed in order to be fair to both parties involved. The Colormen may have been wrong to destroy the Orcs- but the Orcs were, by no means, innocent victims.
......
A neutral, unnamed arbitrator oversaw the discussion that would take place. The Colormen, represented by Man In Blue and Man In Gold, and their volumes of recorded history, would argue their case, while a couple historians from Iceland would do their best to represent the Orc's side of the story (they had relatives in GOD; and met Orcs through them). Because the Orcs did not have a written language, there was concern over the reliability of their side of the story, but the historians gave their word that everything they would say would be "honest, and accurate to the best of their ability"
......
"Frank, why not just use GOD members?" Toz asked.
"Because I don't known them that well and don't want to portray them OOC" Frank shrugged.
"Fair enough" Toz sighed
The arbitrator began. "I guess the first thing we should clarify is- what exactly are we going to cover here? If the Colormen's records are accurate, there were... three Orc Wars, do I have that correct?" The Arbitrator asked.
"That we know of, sir. There may have been more Orc Wars, but all records of the Asian Orcs were destroyed during Hulagu Khan's Siege of Baghdad. But this discussion is only concerning the Orc War of Sodor. The second Orc war saw us with only limited involvement towards the beginning, and the Third Orc War we were only observers" Man In Blue said.
"Then so be it; this discussion will only cover the First Orc War; fought on the Island of Sodor from 1202-1215. Now then, the issue that is at the heart of the matter- do you condemn the Orc Massacre?" The Arbitrator asked.
"First of all, we need to set the record straight- this was not a massacre- this was war, a war they declared on us. We cannot condemn the Orc War completely, because we had to fight to defend Sodor, lest the Orcs overrun and destroyed the human settlements. But yes, we do agree that the Orc war could have ended differently. And we regret that the Orcs were basically pushed out of Sodor. But make no mistake- their hands are just as dirty as ours. We offered peace, and they turned it down. The King of Sodor himself offered to work with the Orc tribes and make an arrangement that benefited human and orc, that we may live in peace. And they turned the offer down. So yes, we condemn the outcome of the Orc War, and we regret that the species ended up the way they did. So yes, we regret that more Orcs died than had to, but remember- it was their refusal to accept peace that forced us to do what we did. If condemning the Orc War will help us move forward, then so be it... but the Orcs must take their responsibility as well for their actions. Our hands may be dirty, but so are theirs!" Man In Blue finished.
"The Colorman makes valid points. What do you have to say?" The arbitrator asked the historians.
"Personally, I feel that what happened in history was a failure to communicate among the species. While it may be true that Average Orc Intelligence was not always on par with Average Human Intelligence, to say that all orcs were not as smart as humans is a gross over-generalization. There were Orcs that did have what you would call human level intelligence, but it would seem that among the Sudric tribes they were not the ones in charge and making the decisions" the first historian argued.
"A tribe of Orcs is only as great as the one leading it- a tribal leader can make peace with humans if he or she decided to" the second added.
"Then why did the Orcs see it fit to regularly attack and destroy human settlements?" Man In Blue pointed out.
"I cannot speak for every single tribe, but in Scandinavia especially, Orc beliefs were quite similar to Native Americans- they did not have a concept of "ownership" and believed that everything was a part of nature. And since no one owned nature, they believed that the land would provide for them" the first historian explained.
"Does that excuse their raids on human settlements and the pillaging of towns and villages?" The Arbitrator asked.
"No, it does not. But do not forget- Orcs as a species are primarily carnivores. Their physiology doesn't allow for vegetative matter to be processed as easily as animal meat. When you speak of these settlements, they must have targeted ones rich in cattle and other animals. And since they did not have a concept of ownership, they simply saw the cattle as part of nature" the second historian rebutted.
"and I'm sure that if the orcs accepted the offer of peace, an arrangement could be made where the Orcs could have had all the meat they wanted in exchange for helping the humans with other work" Man In Blue argued.
"They way things sound, it seems that the Orcs don't like peace. Do Orcs love warfare?" The arbitrator asked.
"No, they don't "love" warfare... but Orcs as a species have what we would consider a Proud Warrior mentality. Some tribes followed a Creed known as "Orckenlocren" which was held in the same regard that Samurai in Japan held Bushido. Orcs that practiced "Orckenlocren" followed a simple creed- "it is better to die a warrior than live a coward" and practitioners of said creed took it very seriously. Through out Orc lore, there are many tales of Orcs who, despite facing overwhelming odds, would continue fighting even if they knew they would die. For you see- it was better to die and be remembered a hero, than to run away and be ridiculed a coward" the first historian explained.
(NOTE: I interpreted Toz's thing from a while back as a code of laws, in the same vein as the Code of Hammurabi in Babylon. Orckenlocren, however, is meant to be more interpreted as a creed that an individual may choose to follow)
"But did every tribe practice this... "Orkenlocren" you refer to" the arbitrator asked.
"It's hard to say... some tribes were proud followers of the creed and would make tell others of it with pride... while others could go their whole life not even uttering the creed, but still following it." The second historian said.
"Ok, but then that does lead me to another question, which is..."
......
"Geez, this is so boring, I want to watch something else" someone said, pulling out a tv remote and changing the "channel" and focus of the story too...
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Post by Biblically Accurate Angel on Oct 13, 2017 21:07:43 GMT -5
MIs in his investigation.
He was in the Colorfolk Archives. How he got there no one knows. But he did. He looked through the papers, taking out ones that may be of interest and stuffing them in a briefcase.
Then Man In Gold came in.
MIs had hidden in a closet, pissed that the Colormen had come in.
Man In Gold yawned, stretched, and lay down, falling asleep instantly.
Good luck for MIs, who was able to bolt at that moment and... how he got out, no one knows.
At any rate, this post is going to be rectified by F****k, I mean Frank, so it goes.
Meanwhile...
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Oct 13, 2017 21:12:28 GMT -5
MIs couldn't get in there without the Colormen's permission anyway. And with Man In Gold doing the public discussion, What MIs really found himself up to was...
"So, you want to see our archives?" Man In Orange asked.
"We need to investigate you so that we can see what the deal is" MIs said.
"Didn't you get the Mayor's announcement? An investigation would be too costly and time consuming so they are holding a public discussion instead" he pointed out.
"But... but this arc!"
"... it may or may not happen; but for now that public discussion is going on" Man In Orange explained.
So MIs found himself on break for now, while we turned our attention elsewhere for now
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Post by Toz76 on Oct 13, 2017 23:45:06 GMT -5
AND NOW FOR SOMETHING COMPLETELY DIFFERENT
It's...
Bronze Mage's Flying Circus!
The VEC was relatively untouched by recent developments, except for one.
"Someone has begun injecting Vallerium into the population, making it impossible for me to possess them." Hivemind explained.
"Then we'll have to ramp up the plan." BM decided. "Prepare for Contingency 44 on standby."
But wait, other stuff is happening.
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Post by Tug on Oct 15, 2017 20:49:30 GMT -5
At Castle Eldrid, Riddell and his subordinates had finally arrived, and shortly after the Space Group returned as well... "It's been a while since the Lord has called us for a personal call..." said a Nine-tailed Woman "Yes, quite strange Keiko, any thoughts Ceros?" added a Elven Woman riding a Centaur "Well Verrona, he must have new prey for us to hunt, as SOM's 'Beast Hunters', it's our job to take down any vicious magical creatures that stand in Dragon King's way, right Riddell Sir?" responded the Centaur "Yes, though it must be quite a big announcement if he had me bring my elite officers along as well..." answered Riddell ..... "And that is what transpired during our venture in the solar system Father..." finished Vados as the surrounding Space Explorers were bowing in front of their king... "I see... It is a small occurrence, nothing to worry over, it's to be expected with a being like Marvelous... He is a being who likes to alter the balance of the world to see what happens all for the fun of it..." replied Metalicana as Vados resumed her bow... "So, what do you wish for all of us Father?" questioned Vados "Redfox is finishing up with Zemlya, so all of you, including Lord Ainz and Sebaastian and his staff, wait a few moments, I have a big announcement to make... " ordered Metalicana as his dragon form curled upwards as he put his hands together in a conniving way... As his subordinates awaited this "Zemlya", at least those who were uninformed, not a peep of chatter disturbed the King's chamber for fear of his wrath... This is when Riddell's group walked in... "My Lord, I have arrived as you ordered, what is the gracious assignment you wish to give my subordinates and I?" asked Ridell as he and his group bowed like the rest as they could immediately read the atmosphere in the room... "Stay where you are, we await the arrival of a few more, then your orders will be given..." meticulously answered the Dragon King "As you wish my Lord..." ..... As the room awaited in silence, the giant double doors the hall opened, and in stepped the familiar Redfox, and a teenage black and cyan haired girl only some people recognized... "My Sons, my Sins, my Generals, and my Calamities... I present you the latest addition to the Servants of Metalicana's Military Forces... My blood kin... My daughter Zemlya, the Darkness-Ice Dragon, the first true Dragon Hybrid in all of History!" announced Metalicana to a few rumbles of commotion... "It is my pleasure to meet all of you, especially Raios, since this is our first meeting Brother. Vados and Redfox have told me a lot about you..." bowed Zemlya to the rest of SOM "As of today, since her training is drawing to an end, I wish to install her as the Head of the Nine Sons, just like the rest of my children. Though it may seem like a demotion, Riddell, I'm asking you to take a mentor role for Zemlya to groom her more for combat. Your forces seemed the the best candidate group to do such things, like recruiting more subordinates. I hope you do not mind..." declared Metalicana "My Lord, it is an honor to be the one chosen to directly lead your daughter on the path you wish for her..." answered Riddell "Good now that we have that established, Zemlya, I want to se the efforts of your training under Aremur and Redfox, alongside these four Beast Hunters, I want you to subjugate a force I've provided to work under you..." announced the Dragon King "I will do anything you ask Father, I wish to finally prove myself to everyone in this room..." answered Zemlya "HA! I like your spirit! Sebaastian, bring them in!" The Goat Mink Butler proceeded to open the giant Double Doors for a group of Frost Giants who entered the Throne Room... "Ah, you must be the 'Ymir', leader of the Frost Giants I've heard so much about... Now, currently, you are little more than slaves of SOM, but, I will make you a deal, if you can be this group of five, I will grant you your freedom... If you lose, you will submit your wills to me as your supreme king..." spoke Metalicana "If it's our freedom, We'll crush whoever we can to escape this hellhole..." declared Ymir as his and other Frost Giants' shackles fell and weapons appeared in their hands... "My staff will clean up whatever mess you do, so go wild and kill those five, and your freedom will be guaranteed..." laughed the Dragon King as he began to sit back and watch... "Easy!" shouted Ymir as he and his group proceeded to try to hit Zemlya and the Beast Hunters... "Formal introductions will take too long Miss Zemlya, but for now, I'm Verrona, he's Ceros, She's Keiko, and he's our leader, Solomon Riddell..." spoke Verrona as she readied her arrows and avoided a Frost Giant club "Pleasure to meet all of you, and as the new leader, since I just met you... Erm... Mr. Riddell, since you're the former leader of this group and my new mentor, what're your plans for this situation?" asked Zemlya as she jumped over a Frost Giant's sword slash "Good decision Zemlya, asking for incite from more experienced fighters with known chemistry together... You three! It's time to Tactics 17, and Zemlya jumps towards the leader!" ordered Riddell "Right sir!" replied Zemlya as she made her move Verrona pulled out two arrows with ropes tied to them and shot them into a Frost Giant's shoulders, and once they impacted, gave the ropes to Ceros who ran through his legs and dragged the Frost Giant to the ground. Keiko shifted from a humanoid form into one of a giant nine-tailed fox, and ran up the falling one up towards a group of them and releases a giant cloud of fire from her mouth, severely burning them as she leapt off each of her victims. Verrona was now riding Ceros and pulling arrows from her quiver that will ignite once they left her bow, and with Ceros' speed and her rapid reloading, the Frost Giants couldn't stop their assault; Riddell waited for his former subordinates to finish their warm up as he loaded his rifle with bullets, that once they hit, would not only explode, but light their victims on fire. "Zemlya! Restrain the leader!" yelled Riddell "Roger!" The young girl shifted into her black and cyan dragon form and grabbed the Frost Giant Ymir... "Let go!" screamed Ymir "You're already in my sights... It's your loss!" shouted Riddell as his shot left the rifle's barrel and impacted straight into Ymir's chest, resulting in a huge explosion that engulfed his upper half, knocking out the Frost Giant. His remaining soldiers fell shortly afterwards... "I congratulate you lot on your chemistry together, though Zemlya will have to personally get to know you to become a better leader, her decision was not a wrong one. Now with this lot and Riddell's other subordinates, your force will become deadly, though I have another group I've been eyeing that would make a good fit for you Zemlya. When you can work together with Riddell's force and these Frost Giants, is when you will be sent on this mission and your training will be complete... Sterben, heal these idiots so they can submit to my will..." announced Metalicana "I thank you Father..." Sterben got the elites of the Frost Giants awake as the quaked in fear of the forced gathered under the one called the "Dragon King"... "You had an enormous army wipe out a large majority of my people, those soulless soldiers and those that half-giant monster, as well as the shadow entity and his three armored destroyers... If just five subordinates can defeat our clan's mightiest warriors, then we are truly staring into the pinnacle of strength. We, the Frost Giant clans, submit to you Dragon King..." bowed Ymir with his little strength "I thank your insight Ymir, I welcome your people into the Servants of Metalicana, now, as a show of faith in you and your people, I wish the Frost Giants to become a staple on my daughter's army, so follow her until your demise, and the secrets of SOM will be granted to the Frost Giant race!" declared the Dragon King "We will forever be in your grace Dragon King..." "My subordinates... Nay, my family! Let us welcome our newest strength, Zemlya and her Frost Giants! Let this joyous day go down in history as a day that will shake the world's very foundation! A new dawn is approaching, and SOM will be the one's to be at it's first light!" shouted Metalicana Everyone in the room answered with the familiar chant... "LET THE DRAGON KING REIGN ETERNALLY!"
And let's just say the Deszeld Daily had a lot to report the following day...
Meanwhile...
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Post by Toz76 on Oct 16, 2017 0:47:43 GMT -5
Fark, Thomas Gold, Quinn, Nifsara, Ellena, Joel, and Zima, were discussing strategy in a sauna.
"Jude says our best bet is to prepare to attack Deszeld. Something big is coming that could really give us a foothold." Fark said, manspreading on his bench.
"Are you sure now is the best time?" Nifsara asked. "Given what else is in motion."
"Thomas, what do you think?" Fark asked, turning to Thomas Gold, who was sitting in the fetal position.
"I think it's weird to be naked."
"You can't go to a sauna with clothes!" Joel Bjarnisson protested.
"We're Icelandic. Nudity is in our blood." Ellena added. "Plus, the "kids show clause" means the writers won't be able to show this conversation and we don't have to risk fourth-wall aware characters discovering our plans."
"Is that why Zima is writing the list of Deszeld's weaknesses and the SOM members that are our spies on her-"
"Precisely."
Thomas Gold looked over at Quinn. Naked, it became clear that the indestructible assassin girl had had a traumatic past. Robotic implants and scars covered enough of her body to be conspicuous without her not still being hot, because we've got to lure in viewers somehow. About an inch of her left leg was gone entirely, replaced by a strange blue energy holding her leg to her body. Even though she betrayed no emotion, Thomas Gold could tell she was uncomfortable.
Suddenly, Thomas Gold stood. "Quinn, come with me."
Quinn stood immediately. The others looked confused.
"We're in the middle of a meeting here. You can't just leave." Fark snapped.
"So? I don't have much of a say, and Quinn here is just a tool to you anyway."
"She's not just a tool! She's a valued member of the team."
"Yeah, but you treat her like one!"
"No we don't! She may act distant, but we do care about her."
"Then why all the bruises and implants?"
"I don't know, she's always been like that as far as I know." Fark replied. Nifsara and Ellena looked guilty.
"Whatever! We're leaving!" Thomas Gold snapped.
"But... there's no buildup! You and Quinn don't have enough screentime together for you to do something like this!"
"Oh, stop with your fourth wall crap! This is real life for me! And in real life, sometimes people just... just do good things! Okay?"
And with that, the duo stormed off to an antechamber. Quinn pulled on her usual black catsuit, while Thomas Gold donned a tacky orange suit.
"Where are we going." Quinn said in an emotionless monotone.
Thomas Gold grabbed his phasic crystal. "Come with me."
The duo materialized in a meadow on a hill.
"This is Ferdinand Field on Misty Island. People think it's cursed, so they don't come here. It's a great place to relax."
"Why did you bring me here."
"You looked uncomfortable."
"That is impossible. The dampener embedded in my neck prevents me from expressing emotion outwardly."
"So you do have emotions?"
"Whenever I feel a particularly strong emotion, it causes the lights on my neck to flash and the pain appliers in my breasts to activate. I've learned to suppress my emotions."
"That is awful!"
"I am not unhappy with my lot."
"But you sure as hell aren't happy."
"Why are you saying these things."
"You may not be Harley Quinn Millie, but you're still my friend, and I won't let you suffer needlessly."
"I cannot honestly respond to that, due to the limitations of my system."
"Look... I'll find a way to get that goddamn implant out of you. I want you to be happy. But for now, I just want you to know that I'm here for you."
Thomas Gold sat down against a tree and gestured for Quinn to join him. Quinn sat stiffly next to him. In response, he reached out and put his arm around her back.
"For the record, your implants don't make you ugly. In fact, I... I think you're beautiful."
Quinn did not visibly respond to his comment. But on her neck, red lights began flashing slowly.
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Post by Tug on Oct 26, 2017 1:20:42 GMT -5
Back with SOM, it had been a few days since Zemlya's official introduction, and she and her subordinates reported to the Metalicana's throne room...
"My daughter Zemlya, your training is almost complete, and I think it's time we added the third group I had my eye on to become the soldiers I know you'll need... Sorry Ymir, you would stick out, so I wish to have you stay here for the time being..." ordered the Dragon King
"As you wish Father, Ymir, please wait here until our return..." responded Zemlya
"As you wish Lady Zemlya..." bowed Ymir now accustomed to his role of servitude...
"I wish you luck daughter, do not bring shame to the name of SOM..." smirked Metalicana
"Yes father..."
"Vados, open up a gate, send them to that 'place'..."
"As you command my Lord..."
Zemlya, Riddell, Ceros, Keio, and Verrona soon disappeared in a portal created by Vados, to places unknow, well ,to them at least...
.....
*NEW YORK CITY, ICE EMPEROR SYNDICATE HEADQUARTERS*
"Mister Arctic Fox Sir! You're not going to believe this! A bunch of 'things' appeared in our lobby and are mowing down our men!"
Meanwhile...
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Post by Toz76 on Oct 26, 2017 2:13:14 GMT -5
A German nightclub was about to get about unexpected visitor.
"So, these mere mortals think they can just dance all night! Pah! The night is my domain! MWAH-HAH-HAH-HAH!"
"Ah, but of course! I am no ordinary vampire. I must choose my victims with care. I absorb their powers when I bite them, after all."
The vampire pulled out a wand and scanned the nightclub, spotting the strongest mage in the building.
"Perfect! He'll never see this coming!"
The vampire slunk along the walls of the club until he reached the spot where the mage was dancing.
"Hello, Colorman."
"Hey, are you Brent Spiner?" The Colorman asked.
"No, I'm Evil Brent Spiner!" The vampire snickered.
"So, you're Brent Spiner... but evil?"
"No, Evil is my first name. Brent Spiner is my last name."
"That's dumb."
"So are you." And Evil Brent Spiner sunk his teeth into the colorman's neck.
"Oh god, why?"
"I'm glad you asked. I wanted to monologue my evil plan to you as you died. You see, I am a vampire, but I have a special ability to absorb the powers of whoever it is I kill. By killing you, colorman, I gain all your powers, which I will use for my ultimate goal... BITING SILVESTRON HIMSELF! MWAH-HAH-HAH-HAH! Heh-HAH-HAH-HAH-HA!"
Suddenly, the colorman smirked. "Your plan seems to have hit a bit of a snag."
"How so? As soon as you die, I'll gain your powers!" Evil Brent Spiner cackled.
"But you see... I'm the Man In Capri..."
"So?"
But it was too late. Man In Capri was dead.
"Foolish colorman. Now, I shall use their patented "pants into rockets" spell to clear this building." Evil Brent Spiner reached out and chanted a few words- and was suddenly trapped underneath a giant fishbowl.
"NOOOOOOOOOOO! Foiled again!"
******
Man In Capri's oddly but conviniently-for-the-running-gag identical son was out on a date with his boyfriend when he suddenly became trapped under a giant thimble.
"Oh great, my dad is dead." He muttered, while his boyfriend freaked out and called security.
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Oct 26, 2017 11:33:54 GMT -5
Of course, you the reader is probably wondering how Evil Brent Spiner absorbed Man In Capris powers? Well, an important distinction must be made- he did not absorb Man in Capris' "power," I.e Prism magic; that was passed onto his son once he died. What he gained was Man In Capris spells; but since he was only capable of casting the one spell, the vampire hence only gained one spell.
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At the public discussion, the arbitrator decided to call a break so that everyone could have a chance to rest and not lose their voices. Though much evidence had been presented, it was clear that there was still more story to be told. "While it would seem that the story is not as black and white as initially thought, here is what I do know: while to call all Orcs outrightly evil sounds like an overgeneralization, at the same time the Colormen had every right to come to the defense of Sodor. While I do respect the orcs' views on life regarding how their beliefs worked, that does not change the fact that their stubborn refusal to accept peace, multiple times mind you, is inexcusable. We shall reconvene at 6:00; the discussion is adjourned" the arbitrator declared.
As the arbitrator left his post, Man in Blue and Man In Gold discussed what they had just gone through. "I will concede that some aspects may have not been done with best intentions, but we have presented much evidence, and we have clarified that we did not fight to wipe out the Orcs, we fought to defend Sodor" he said.
"True; though I do doubt some of the Orc side of the story, given that they have no written records, on the other hand there are parts of the story that do make sense; they line up perfectly with our records" Man in Gold replied.
"We'll have to see what unfolds" Man In Blue concluded.
As the two Icelandic historians went to their breakroom, they were met in the hallway by what looked like a human in a hooded robe.
"Excuse me, sirs. Me speak with you? Me need talk with you" he said.
"Ok... why?" The first historian asked.
The hooded figure unhooked himself, revealing himself to be an Orc. "Name Delmog; much said true, but me want speak Orc side more" he said.
Confused, the historians weren't sure what to do. "You're not going to resort to instinct, are you?" The second asked, concerned.
"No! It true, Orc warrior instinct strong, but me not here in warrior, me here in elder" he replied.
The two finally relented and let him join them. "So... are you an Icelandic Orc or Elbaf Orc?" The first asked.
"Neither; years ago, parent Orcs Icelandic Orcs. All Icelandic Orcs work for G O D; but many, many year ago..."
"Centuries?"
"No... less"
"Decades?"
"Yes; many decades ago- there were group of Orcs... 200 about.... not really accepted by fellow Orc. Thought differently, they redicule us. Leadership did nothing; we left and became own tribe: me born soon after" he explained.
"But this doesn't sound like GOD at all... my cousin is in the organization and he told me something like that is something they wouldn't do" the second historian said.
"Yes... parents thought that too. Yet, we ostracized by own kind anyway. We 200 leave, became own group. We Exile Orcs." Delmog said.
"Where do you live?"
"Small island; 30 mile north Iceland; no one live there but Tribe. But we not ostracized, we satisfy" Delmog explained.
"Forgive me, but why are you talking so strange?" The first historian asked.
"Me sorry... human tongue very hard to speak. Orc tongue have simple grammar, less letters... human tongue hard to speak... me think Orc tongue, but me speak human tongue...not easy" Delmog admitted.
The historians thought it over... perhaps this elder of the Exile Orcs may just be what they needed.
"You are versed in Orc history?" The second historian asked.
"Yes; family practice oral tradition as role" Delmog replied. The three continued to talk.
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"The accounts are good, but I think we can do better; should we do it?" Man in a Blue asked. Man in Gold nodded. Man In Blue then did what looked like a summoning ritual, but he wasn't casting magic. "Grandfather Blake... we request your presence. Your first hand knowledge of the time will be a most valuable insight" man in Blue declared. Soon after, a figure manifested, wearing robes similar to Man In Blue's traditional robes. The fourth Man In Blue had appeared.
"How can I help, Daniel?" He asked.
......
Meanwhile...
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