Role Playing!!

[Zeroº]

Finally the dust settled, and where the ancient one once stood is now a giant, lifeless, headless body. The ancient blood flowed like a river, and walking through that river was none other than Knives Chau, 18 years old, dragging the head of Cthulhu behind her. She had done the impossible, she had defeated a beast of mythical proportions.

As she walked away triumphantly, the diamond-encrusted pogo stick that Cthulhu was riding started to glow brightly. It quickly exploded with tremendous force, launching all within its proximity far away and igniting the canyon full of fuel gel. Knives Chau, 18 years old, did not look back at this explosion.

[nhg92]

Pablo woke up. He had been knocked out by one of the shockwaves. Aidigan was next to him, he was looking at what appeared to be a young woman dragging the head of Cthulu behind her. There was someone else there. An unconscious man was lying in front of them. Half of his body was covered in dust. He had a dog tag; his name was Ony.

[Zeroº]

Knives Chau, 18 years old, stopped for a second to ponder what she should do with the newly acquired head of Cthulhu. She considered turning it in for the remarkable bounty, but instead settled on eating it. I mean, come on, how often do you get the chance to taste the roasted flesh of ancient being hellbent on the destruction of everything in existence? As Knives Chau, 18 years old, set up camp and started the fire, she saw two and half men not far from her. She thought about asking them if they wanted to partake in the Cthulhuian meal, but decided against it. This would leave more for herself. She roasted the giant head over the fuel gel-fueled fire until it was the perfect shade of golden brown, which oddly didn't take very long.

Upon taking a bite of roasted Cthulhu head, she noted the almost cinnamon-y flavor. There was also a hint of mint and a dash of lavender. For Knives Chau, 19 years old, Cthulhu was quite tasty. And it appears that partaking the flesh of the ancient terror has aged Knives Chau, 20 years old.

Not long after taking her first bite, Knives Chau, 21 years old, began an utterly horrifying transformation. Tentacles began to sprout from her upper lip as wings breached her back. Knives Chau, 22 years old, was somehow becoming a new Cthulhu. It wasn't long before Knives Chau, 23 years old, completely transformed into a new, stronger, slightly more yellow-colored Cthulhu.

[MaiAriSquee]

A bit aways from where Alor and Z spoke, a pair of slitted yellow eyes gazed in their general direction, buried in the shadows of the treeline. Moonlight may have glinted off of the teeth revealed by a curling green lip if they weren't so tarnished with grime. His hygiene was slipping- he'd have to find more antlers to crunch on.

Or bones in general. Those were fine. He couldn't eat the bones of those two, though. It was forbidden. Especially with his "mother" so near.

Rokai growled, a rumbling from deep within his chest, and craned his thick neck to stare at the little girl resting against his flank. Her pale face was illuminated by a cold light cast from a pair of floating images that hovered above her outstretched hand. Her other hand, held in her lap, kneaded a small cloth bag. Aside from some slightly knit eye-brows, her expression was difficult to read.

"We'll find some deer later." Apparently, she could read him just fine.

Rokai snorted through his generous nostrils and let his tail thrash fallen leaves. It was noisy, but he didn't care. "What are we doing here?" It was a boring, shallow world with little to do and few people to meet. Not that he really enjoyed meeting people, but sometimes they were fun to play games with. And he had seen. He'd seen...

The little girl stared at the moving images. One showed numerous heroes felling a dark lord, the other showed a conversating young couple.

"I'm not sure... maybe," she swallowed, "...passing judgment." She closed her hand and the image vanished. Rokai could tell she was distressed.

"These places," she started, "should be seed beds for creativity and exploration. Improvement. Fun." She gestured at the vaguely defined landscape surrounding them, "I don't feel like I'm seeing that here. Not completely, anyway."

"Then let's leave." He was bored. He didn't even smell the spoor of animals here. It was shockingly sterile to his sensitive nasal passages.

Her mouth curved in a wry slash, "I can't." And that means you aren't either. "I have a responsibility to this place's cradle. I have to evaluate it to ensure it's contributing to the cradle's purpose, or at least isn't dragging it down."

Rokai sighed and rolled his eyes. Most of these things just went over his head. So instead he just let his head thump to the ground and stared at his small mother expectantly.

Small mother. It still bothered him. She insisted she wasn't a god or God, and had become rather distressed when he suggested it. This distress made HIM distressed, and somehow he knew in his core of hearts that he was a part of this strange little person. She had said that she was no more a god as a mother was a god to her child.

Presently, she wasn't forthcoming in her explanation.

"What are we going to do?"

She looked up from her hand, which still kneaded the bag. "For now? Nothing. We just have to hope they notice that we noticed, and that I'm displeased at the state of things."

But we haven't done anything. But he knew better than to ask for elucidation, and simply settled into the leaves. Those he did smell. Perhaps it was because of he and his mother.

As Rokai's eyes slid shut into sleep, Mai's hand opened again and summoned a screen, this time with a holographic keyboard. She let go of the bag and typed in plain English:

THIS IS ONE OF THE LARGEST TOPICS ON THE BOARD, AND MOST OF THE POSTS ARE COMPRISED OF ONE LINERS. THIS IS MORE FITTING FOR A CHAT ROLEPLAY AND HAS A SPAMMY AFTERTASTE. IF YOU'RE GOING TO ROLEPLAY, EXERCISE YOUR WRITING MUSCLES LIKE SOME OF THE OTHER'S HAVE BEEN TRYING TO SHOW YOU, OR MOVE IT TO A CHAT. (YOU WOULD ALL PROBABLY FIND THAT MORE CONVENIENT ANYWAY.)

Mai stared at nothing before continuing:

ALSO, KEEP THE RP IN THE RP.

She sighed and sat back, resting against Rokai's warm flank, and closed her eyes.

[Naner]

Alex Kipman grinned as he entered Anthony's fortress. "Halt," said a guard. "I am... an ally," Kipman said. "Meh, it's not like I have the brains to question you, walk right in. Tony's room is the fifth to the right."

"I have come to join forces with you, Anthony Higgs. I have heard of your efforts trying to destroy the Universe. I wish to take part in such a diabolical scheme," said Kipman.

"What is your name?"

"Alex Kipman, Earthling from Brazil."

"Ah, Lord de Mars. I have heard of you. What is your former experience?"

"I have succeeded in manipulating the minds of thousands of Xbox 360 owners using the Microsoft Kinect, and my dad is the Brazilian ambassador in Haiti."

"Good enough. You're now the second-in-command of this facility. Your first mission will be to eliminate Aidigan and his Latin-American friend Pablo. I believe you have met them before?"

"As you wish. Latin-Americans are my specialty."

[Steamlord]

Suddenly Samus Aran, intergalactic bounty hunter, appeared on the scene. She looked fearlessly into Chauthulhu's cold, dark eyes. Chauthulhu looked down at her and let out a mighty roar.

Samus transformed into a small child and ran away screaming, never to be seen again.

"Looks like we're going to have to find a way to take care of this thing ourselves," Aidigan said. He thought for a moment. "You know, if we could manage to trap it or befriend it, it would be pretty useful against Anthony."

After a moment's thought, Aidigan pulled out a delicious chocolate chip cookie that his mother had made for him three thousand years ago. He waved it above his head. "Heeeeeere, boy. Girl. Thing." Chauthulhu, desperate for food to fill its new mountain-sized stomach, began to lumber toward them.

[Zeroº]

Chauthulhu, age ∞, moved cautiously towards Aidigan and Pablo and their delicious-looking cookie. He/she/it feared that it might be a trap, but his/her/its lonely childhood and desire to make friends caused him/her/it to believe its innocence. Chauthulhu, age ∞+1, really just wanted some friends to hang out with... and occasionally eat.

MEANWHILE, NOT FAR FROM THIS SCENE:

Leonard, in his giant mech, burst out of the inconceivably small white room in search of more beer. He looked around to get grasp of his surroundings. "Mars... Shit" He hated Mars. In fact, the last time he was on Mars, he accrued a hefty gambling debt that left him a marked man. He only escaped his wretched fate by fleeing with his bookie's wife. Be it the lack of oxygen in the Mars atmosphere, the noxious fumes building up inside the impossibly tiny white room, the roaming gangs of space rabbits hopping by, or the beer; he decided to adopt a much happier outlook on his new location. He briefly remembered the dieing words his bookie's wife, "Fuck you!" May she rest in pieces.

Leonard then looked about the horizon and saw a giant, slightly more yellow Chauthulhu attempting to befriend two and a half men; several more gangs of space rabbits, a short- but eerily lanky- naked man with a hole in his chest, some guy holding up a giant sign reading "Anthony Higgs' secret Mars base," a giant space rabbit the size of Chauthulhu, an intergalactic bounty hunter in the form of a small child, and a red-light district. Upon seeing the red-light district, a clever thought struck Leonard.

He said out loud: "It's Christmastime, bitches. Imma go find me some ho ho ho's!" He then began to drive his giant mech towards the red-light district of Mars.

[Satch]

"Shit!" Viewtiful Joe yelled from the cockpit of the Six Machine. "We've gotta do something or this newly formed sea demon will destroy that man holding the cookie! Bayo, it's now or never!" Joe maneuvered the Six Machine until it closed in on Chauthulhu. Joe's battle overrode all of the massive robots noise as its mighty feet trampled the ground beneath it. Suddenly, the Sex Machine leaped into the air, feet forward! His body was... RED HOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"REEEEEEEED HOOOOOOOOOOOOT KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Bayonetta quickly followed suit with her own attack. Phantasmaraneae was going in for the kill. He was doing it for a thrill. He wanted Chauthulhu to understand to not let go of his hand. He reared up, charging a hot magma attack that would melt Chauthulhu and save Aidigan from his imminent demise!

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Back on Earth, Amaterasu, the white wolf goddess adorned with markings of rose red raced to Dante's (from Devil May Cry) home, leaving beautiful flowers in her tracks. She had but one goal; to warn the young demon slayer of the potential dangers of Anthony Higgs. Even as a goddess, she needed all the help she could get.

EDITED FOR ACCURACY!!!!!!!!!!!!

[-ChozoChild-]

Kamata came back from her long slumber in the void of white only to be transported to Earth right in front of Amaterasu. 'What the hell is going on?' She thought to herself... 'The last thing I remember was sitting in a bar enjoying a glass of water and now I'm faced with a white wolf with some weird red tattoos on it's back... creating flowers...?'

She took one long look at the wolf as Amaterasu made her way past her. Kamata decided that she would fallow her.
'I better hope this isn't some weird dream.' As chased after Amaterasu.

[Zeroº]

Detective Barney Miller from the Fringe division made his Descent upon the scene of the Event, which was classified under: X-Files. He was one of the Good Guys, fresh from Eureka. When he Saw Chauthulhu, he was immediately reminded of the Sorcerer's Apprentice and how only an Iron Man could defeat him. All he had with him were the talents of a broody man named Angel and a plucky teen by the name of Buffy: The Vampire Slayer. They seemed to be able to make use of the Fifth Element. Only, they would not arrive for Another 48 Hours. He knew he was Short on Time and that he had to solve this case by Daybreak. With a keen Eye, he spotted a trail of Salt that led to the Cave from which the Monster must have Risen. The cave was Pitch Black inside, not single Glimmer of light could be Seen. Despite this, he knew he had to save The Town from the Unstoppable horror, so he decided to Push forward. As he explored the Network of tunnels, he fondly recalled how he could have been a simple Taxi Driver. If only Dexter and Seinfeld hadn't put the Heat on him back in District 9. He soon stumbled upon a small patch of Wild Strawberries, which put him In The Mood for Love. Their scent reminded him of His Girl Friday back on Mulholland Dr. She wanted children, but he just wasn't a Family Guy. Even still, the Crash down by Mystic River gave him a Notorious feeling of regret. Suddenly, The Sixth Sense he acquired from The Lion King sent Tremors Up his spine. Something was near. The Thing was likely a Hellraiser. Maybe one of the Seven Samurai or even The Dark Knight. Fear had consumed him. If only he had listened to Forrest Gump, who told him that the City of God is not something that can be found in Modern Times, and that one must learn that Life is Beautiful as it is. He knew he was reaching his Final Destination. While stumbling through lightless caverns, he fell down a long Shaft. When he landed, he realized he was at the Edge of Darkness. He found the Notebook left by the Masters of the Universe, detailing that the monster outside was really just The Host. The real target was a Big Fish, A Fish Named Wanda, that could be found approximately 8mm Due South, near the Twin Peaks. The Professional felt as if the Hills Had Eyes as he approached the large aquatic creature. It did not look like any of The Usual Suspects, and oddly reminded him of Chinatown. He ran towards the beast like a Raging Bull On the Waterfront. The beast opened its large Jaws and swallowed the detective whole. He awoke several hours later, only to find himself immersed in City Lights pouring in through the windows of a room in Hotel Rwanda. He then discovered that he had been Spirited Away Back to the Future. A future where the Aliens were Singin' in the Rain because they had won the war of Independence Day. He dropped to his knees and felt as though he truly had experienced the Touch of Evil.

[fox mulder]

(I think I just had the largest 20-21st century popculture fix EVER.)

[ChozoGal]

Let's start out with a nice clean slate for Kronoridley's sake. (That little story got a little weird. )

Name: William Savlin
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Affiliation: Earth colony general
Appearance: Has a VERY muscular figure, brown hair that's turning gray, wears jeans and usually a t-shirt, (LOL) black boots and has a few scars spread across his body from previous fights.
Attitude: He's a joker but when the time asks for it he's tough and no nonsense.
Life: He has been in 3 wars in all. One on Earth and the rest in several different earth colonies. He has a wife and daughter at home in sweet Texas. She wants to grow up to be a woman's doctor. He comes home every now and again to visit his family, but, when duty calls, he does his job.

I'll start.


William, eyes looking straight at the colorful planet that was home, sat in the uncomfortable seat, waiting for the order that led to be able to get up out of the seat. He looked at his palms, So much blood is sitting on these hands. Yet, I hold my family with the same one's. He looked back out the port hole.

[nhg92]

"Are you sure this will work? What if it wants both the cookie and us for dinner" Said Pablo, looking with fear at Cthulu. Cold sweat ran through his back. Could they really trust this creatue? Will they be able to defeat Anthony and save the universe? Will Pablo get his money?

Find out the answer to these and other questions on the next Episode!

[kronoridley]

Thanks, ChozoGal!

I can't start till tomorrow, however, as describing my character's appearance will take quite a long time. Since i already drew him, i might as well post a picture of him instead.

[ChozoGal]

No problem, Krono. I hate leaving people out...