Post by Capper the Patroller on Dec 4, 2017 14:46:54 GMT
Capper taps his pen against his paper, checking off another match. The Vargas seem happy. Capper thought he announced Pin already, but recalls the whole other universe thing. Another one.
"In the Middle League, we've got Pin again and now... This blank spot where a name should be."
Recommended NPC: U3 Mayze. A general who, after testing strange artificial stimulants based on the properties of the fruit of Might, has entered an almost-constant state of berserker anger. The stimulants enable this, but also made it so that his Ultra Super Saiyan form have little-to-no defensive downsides.
ROUND ONE of the Minor League's Multiversal Tournament has begun! Feel free to make your own NPC for this non-player combatant, use the one staff brainstormed, or simply skip the fight if you do not wish to write a solo. The max word count is 2000 words. If you skip, victory will be presumed against the recommended NPC for the sake of the visual bracket.
Post by Mechanical Punisher Pin on Dec 5, 2017 1:28:34 GMT
Over the sound of the roaring crowd, the roaring of engines could be heard. One engine from the sky, and one engine from the ground. From above came a shining silver hovercycle, and riding it was a man - no, a machine in the shape of a man. He wore a long gray pirate’s coat over his shirtless body, and his face - once clearly built to be handsome and inviting - was cracked and worn with age. His optic sensors glowed a bright blue from within his eye sockets. He landed and stepped off of the hover cycle, his heavy body cracking the arena beneath his feet. He smiled at Capper as one of the Vargas handed him a slip of paper.
“I’ve just been informed that this challenger’s name is Carmine, from Universe 19!”
He looked off towards the sound of the second roaring engine, as the Mechanical Punisher known as Pin came riding into the arena on his own motorcycle, a behemoth of a machine, jet black with chrome exhaust pipes belching thick black smoke in his wake. The tires - an anachronistic concept to be sure - were engulfed in crimson red flame, leaving a trail of that same fire in the Punisher’s wake as he rode a circle around his opponent. He came sliding to a halt and stood up, his sleek black body reflecting the red light cast by his burning hell-mount.
Pin reached down and drew his blaster shotgun from its holster at his hip, aimed and fired at Carmine, who at first seemed to have been hit. However, he’d just cast off his coat and dove to one side, the garment taking the lion’s share of the damage. Carmine stood, his mechanical body now revealed. Beneath that coat had been a machine that looked both ancient and advanced. Outdated technology blinked and whirred beneath a gleaming carapace of what appeared to be clear glass, cracked and scratched in some places. Something about him gave off the feeling that he was very, very old indeed. And old things, well, they tended to also be very strong.
Carmine leapt forward, leading with his fist and following with a series of deft and flexible kicks. Pin managed to block or dodge most of them, but those that did hit didn’t seem to do much to him. It appears that Carmine was hoping to tire his opponent out. Pin would teach him the error of his strategy. Pin waited for the other android to get in close, and then deployed his Gaoler’s Chains. The four arms made of what looked like interwoven metal chain, tipped in what appeared to be spiked manacles fired from his back and clapped around Carmine’s wrists and ankles. A port in Pin’s chest opened and from within fired a bright bolt of red energy from his chest cannon. Carmine, torn from the chains’ grasp by the blast, went flying across the arena, only coming to a stop when he slammed into his hovercycle.
Pin let out a sharp, mocking breath, the chains hanging limp behind him. They clanked and screeched along the ground behind him as he approached Carmine to finish the fight. Carmine, it seemed, had other plans. Pushing himself up, he slung a leg over his hovercycle and took to the sky. One arm opened up to reveal an energy cannon of his own, and he fired a volley of blasts down upon Pin. Smoke kicked up through the arena, and when it cleared, Pin had already made his way to his own motorcycle, though one of his chains appeared to have been left behind on the floor of the arena.
Kicking his engines into gear, Pin rode in a circle along the perimeter of the arena, dodging the blaster fire that Carmine was raining down from above. Carmine shouted something from the sky, but Pin couldn’t hear him. He assumed it must have been something about surrendering or the high ground, some coward nonsense. Pin leaned forward and pressed a little red button on one of the handles of his motorcycle. The bike began to lift off of the ground, as if riding along some sort of invisible incline. Pin was closing the gap between himself and Carmine fast, riding in an ever-tightening circle as he leveled his shotgun. Carmine, eyes wide, revved his engines and began to ride upwards as well, clearly hoping his machine was the faster of the two.
It wasn’t long before it became clear that Pin would eventually catch up to Carmine. Carmine’s machine was nimbler and more maneuverable, but Pin’s had the advantage in sheer power and acceleration. So the ancient android decided to try something stupid. He stopped, turned midair on a dime, and began riding back down towards Pin. He hopped up, planting his feet on the seat of his ride, and held himself steady, preparing to deliver his strongest and most signature move.
Meanwhile, Pin’s face hadn’t changed. This, of course, was by design. While many androids were built with dynamic faceplates that could emote and appear alive, Pin had designed his own to be more like a scowling mempo, an unchanging mask of derision for all life around him. Still, he was delighted that Carmine had finally found his courage. He raised his shotgun, preparing the expel the full charge he’d been building through their chase.
Carmine dove, thrusting a leg out in a dramatic Typhoon Kick.
Pin pulled the trigger.
An explosion rocked the sky above the arena, and two androids soon fell, free from their vehicles - which soon began their own uncontrolled descent to the arena floor. As the androids fell, it seemed as though the match would be a tie.
That is, until the repeated sounds of a shotgun firing echoed through the arena. Pin had lost an arm and a sizeable portion of his torso, but had used his one remaining chain to grab Carmine by the neck and hold him close, and was firing shot after shot from his weapon into Carmine’s midsection. By the time the two crashed - Carmine first, with Pin atop him - the older robot’s eyes had gone dark.
Pin stood up and stared at Capper.
A fluid leaked down his faceplate from a crack in his cranial dome, where his brain was housed. He holstered his shotgun and held his one good hand against the crack. He turned and strode from the arena, barely registering the declaration of his victory.
Post by Capper the Patroller on Dec 11, 2017 4:07:54 GMT
The crowd gasps consecutively, murmurring again. Maybe they should have pushed up the required age to watch this one... Capper shrugs, not disturbed by the violence in the slightest. Edgelords, amirite?