AWKWARD ZOMBIE

Alexandy was hot, very, very, hot.

After about eight hours of walking through the possibly-named desert, Alexandy was relieved to see the sun lower beneath the dunes and as the bright blue moon slowly loomed over him, he was tempted to break out into "Arabian Nights"

(( This half-assed update is brought to you to deliver this message.

Alexandy's open for someone to trash him around a little, I can see vengeance being a major player in any attack. *Wink wink nudge nudge*

(Alright, time for a continuation of this post to get things going again. It'll be them same, except with some more things added to assist the others participating.)

HisanTakura wrote:((BoN, that's so 10x better than the pic I drew, and have yet to upload. Anyway! UPDATE:))

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Pero gave a scraping nod as he heard Ceniyant. "Defensive situation acknowledged. Activating Aegis Mode." Cogs, gears, and pistons moved as Pero's chest-piece split apart and expanded, creating a more defensive armor. Its head sank in leaving only the top half of his head visible. Its entire right arm-pieces folded together creating a shield while its left arm did the same. Pero positioned itself over the Chariot so that Entemo'at could continue driving and cutting down parts of the tree. Pero informed Entemo'at and Ceniyant. "This stance should hold long enough for you to continue."

(Boy this thing takes forever to load now. I like the update though. Now then, off to something I should have gotten to several days ago.)

Entemo'at and Ceniyant's Journey

One final swing, and the tree was finally tipping over sideways. A giant crash occurred with the tree's contact with one of the city's buildings; more buildings being flatten once the tree met the ground. The Reaper Chariot was now free to climb and ride over the stump of the tree as the Womandragoras that met with Pero's Aegis Mode armor had slid off and were left behind. Even with his body gone, his soul still rushed with the danger now pretense. More vines arrived and were ready to attack. Then, for some bizarre reason, the vines began to disintegrate in a second's passing. Entemo'at might have been bewildered if it not for the aura he felt being so similar to him. It was Renisca struggling to be free, and possibly reversing the effects of Barmakog's power to retrieve it. Entemo'at silently navigated the Chariot onward as he made it's speed jump; following Renisca's aura straight to the havoc-brewing Barmakog. As the group traveled, he wondered, when he had demanded Pero to defend Ceniyant, if he was truly free of his emotional attachments. The chariot had finally arrived at the sight of Barmakog stepping back away from Rend; fending him off for him to try and retreat.

"How could such pathetic scum emerge from me?", Entemo'at muttered almost silently with disgusted virulence at Barmakog's actions.

Ceniyant, however, felt differently towards Barmakog. She believed that he could change, and that could never happen if he were killed with no pity. Baramkog was a part of Entemo'at, evil or not. She forgave Entemo'at of his murders, after all. Ceniyant had ran out towards the area Rend and Barmakog were fighting, surprisingly receiving no interference from Entemo'at.

"Stop!", Ceniyant held her hand out still running and pleading.

The Formega Family

Barmakog saw from the corner of his view, his black and yellow eye peering from his his hat's rim as he continued to crawl back like a retreating animal.

"Well well, if it isn't Ente-mope and fat-titted Tinkerbell.", Barmakog sneered as he said his insults.

The capsule that Barmakog held to protect himself was starting to turn on him. It began to spark and shake violently to even jar around Baramkog's arm, then finally breaking to unleash a poltergeist Renisca. Her very contact with Baramkog had blasted him on his back; leaving a massive compression going across his entire mid section and his ribs broken open. Black fluids were pouring out from the giant, bowl-like holes as Renisca flew off further ahead into the unaffected parts of the city.

Ceniyant intended dashing towards the arm of the downed Baramkog, but Entemo'at, now deciding to stop her for the sake of her well-being, held her back with a wall forming in front of her just in time for Ceniyant to barely avoid hurting herself. Entemo'at only had a second to see Renisca's maligned spirit cast off into the orange, twilight sky before he went to Ceniyant and clamped his hand to fit around her waist to keep her away from Barmakog. However, it seems that Entemo'at mind wasn't focused enough to keep Ceniyant in his hand; his mind being full of Renisca's whereabouts. Ceniyant had used her Frichanikin powers to bend her body to slip out of Entemo'at's grasp like a wet bar of soap. Soon she would be right at the enormous tree-like arm of Barmakog.

"Get up! Please get up!", Ceniyant whispered in distress.

Barmakog stuck up his head to see Ceniyant crying on his purple, bark-scaled forearm.

"What are you bawling 'bout little bitch?", Barmakog's usual belligerent tone seemed weaker. "Don't you get it? I'm done! There's nothing else for me to do other than rape, so why keep goin'? Heh...", Barmakog turned his head away to have it rest on a stone of the debris pile.

"No! You're...", Ceniyant started choking on the emission of Baramkog's toxins. Entemo'at replaced Ceniyant behind himself with his hand acting as a crane, looking down towards Barmakog's face as he stood hovering over his laying body.

"Whadda you want, stiffy?", Barmakog grunted with a glare.

Entemo'at only kept mute as he thought about what Ceniyant and Barmakog have shown him. Even though he was dead before he could reproduce, the poisons of Baramkog not affecting him, he realized that he already had a family to lead.

"Barmakog,", Entemo'at kneels to put his own hand on Barmakog. "Even with your grotesque coming of existence and your countless sins...you are still my son.", Entemo'at then pivoted his head to Ceniyant. "And Ceniyant, my daughter...", Ceniyant pouted as Entemo'at stated. Entemo'at unexpectedly adds, "...and, strange to say, my wife.", Ceniyant smiled with tearful, yet perky happiness.

Entemo'at turns his hand over to give Barmakog assistance in getting back on his feet. Barmakog barely lifts his right arm to accept, but his arm falters, and then drops along with Barmakog's very breath. Entemo'at's hand goes back, and his spine coils forward with grief when he continues to stand for a lengthy moment. Soon after, Entemo'at begins building a coffin around Barmakog; decorated with emblems and ornaments. When Ceniyant starts to see the shape of a coffin being formed, she blocks out her eyes and turns away; bending to her knees.

Entemo'at then takes heed to Rend's presence after being preoccupied so long. "Forgive us for all that has happened here. I'll put all of my energy into reviving this city.", Entemo'at begs to Rend, "I hope my bearing of this coffin does not offend your purpose."

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Zeion

"Never again Buddy. Never. Again. You know that I hate that bit."

"Aw come on, we pulled it off! Why are you so grumpy?"

"Well, maybe it's because YOU CAUSED US TO LOSE ALL OF OUR GOLD TO TOYS. Toys that, mind you, will probably break the second you use them."

"Hey, we got enough gold to last us a bit, why are you still upset?"

"Silence your mouth before I do. I am not in the mood for this tonight."

"It seems like SOMEBODY needs to get laid."

"I heard that," Zeion said as he went upstairs for the night. "And I've proably had more than you have, you glorified sack of rags."


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"Just a second... and... There! The restraints should fall right off. Now, you probably don't have as much skill as you once did. But you have more than enough to take down some lowly raiders. How did they capture you again?"

"Sneak attacks, and they had a shaman with them. I made sure to bring him down though, and I'm pretty sure they haven't replaced him."

"You would be correct there. Now, my last bit of help I will give is to tell you where your stuff is. Apparently, the security here is... well horrible. Your belonging are bodaciously right outside the cell, last room of the hallway, right next to yours. You should have more than enough juice to get to there, correct?"

"Yeah... I'd think so. Let's test this out."

The hooded mage flexed out her clawed hand, feeling the magic flow through it once more. She closed her eyes, and seconds later there was the sound of a lock shattering. A smile went across her face.

"Well, unless you have any more advice for me, I shall be off."

MrKhaaan wrote:(By this weekend, I really want know where everyone in this roleplay is at. I'm losing my patience... )

shrug

my group is stuck in memory limbo to get a key

i'm working on a commission so i may not update for a little :s

Actually, started talking with my group and we decided that we're pulling out of the roleplay.

We're all having a hard time keeping up with this thread due to several people having more than one character, even with Sleauxbreaux's wonderful recaps. We have no idea what is happening anymore. It's too overwhelming; it's not even fun.

So as of right now, Animak's group never happened. There is now one more key out for grabs, wherever you want it to be.

Our old posts shall still be around, if you ever want to read them, but we are no longer posting here.

I might pull out as well, seeing as Guyperson already did, and at this rate, it won't be long until it's Anthropomorphic Canidae Vulpini vs The Reapers. Which might be fun, but not for everyone.

I'll send a message to the people in my group and see what's up. Chances are they dropped too, kinda sucks that this thing died.

Odds wrote:Actually, started talking with my group and we decided that we're pulling out of the roleplay.

We're all having a hard time keeping up with this thread due to several people having more than one character, even with Sleauxbreaux's wonderful recaps. We have no idea what is happening anymore. It's too overwhelming; it's not even fun.

So as of right now, Animak's group never happened. There is now one more key out for grabs, wherever you want it to be.

Our old posts shall still be around, if you ever want to read them, but we are no longer posting here.

I want to be mad, but I totally understand not having time. So JUST KNOW, ODDS. AND EVERYONE ELSE IN YOUR GROUP AND ALEX AND GUYPERSON. That I want to be mad at you guys. But I'm not.

Also, Khaaan, I had typed an entire post that took forever and blah and was stupid enough to do it in the post window instead of word, then my trollcat hit the back button and I lost it all. So I know what I'm going to post, I just need to get around to it.

That said, I will not relent. I'm in this thing for the long haul. If it ends up being Zang and Fin versus Pharaoh versus the Reapers, I'm still going to post, regardless of how sparse my posts are.

Sleauxbreaux wrote:I want to be mad, but I totally understand not having time. So JUST KNOW, Oodles. AND EVERYONE ELSE IN YOUR GROUP AND ALEX AND GUYPERSON. That I want to be mad at you guys. But I'm not.

Also, Khaaan, I had typed an entire post that took forever and blah and was stupid enough to do it in the post window instead of word, then my trollcat hit the back button and I got reamed it all. So I know what I'm going to post, I just need to get around to it.

That said, I will not relent. I'm in this thing for the long haul. If it ends up being Panties and Fin versus Pharaoh versus the Reapers, I'm still going to post, regardless of how sparse my posts are.

It's not really a lack of time to do anything. We have no idea what is happening anymore. Not one clue. Often than not I find myself glazing over many of the posts here(including most of the recaps) because the people who actually do post here post so frequently that the entire roleplay itself has spiraled into one gigantic confusing mess.

It was a mistake to create multiple characters. I'm sorry, but it is. It made an already large thread even larger. It's confusing. I honestly feel like I'm having a mental overload trying to keep up with everyone's characters, even the extra ones. Especially the extra ones. I also feel like having multiple characters put yourself at an unfair advantage. I mean, we had to compete for these keys, right? Having more than one character automatically gives you an advantage over everyone else. If one character fails, the other might succeed. How fair is that to everyone else? I know most people who made these characters made them out of boredom and didn't think much ahead of time about how it affected everyone else.

All in all, it's just not fun anymore.

I respect your resilience Breaux.

@Alex: Thanks brah.

@Odds: That makes sense, and I get the whole multiple characters thing, but I've already thought ahead and I know exactly what's going to happen with the Reapers. Fin, I just make up as I go along, but the Reapers have some thought into them.
I may have put myself in an advantage by creating them, I suppose, especially since it wasn't even a "Oh, my group's taking forever, I need something else do to in the meantime" thing. The idea for them just popped into my head while I was in the shower and I HAD TO CREATE THEM.

So as far as that goes, I already know Fin isn't going to get his heart's desire because he just doesn't care enough, and the Reapers are going to keep doing their thing and impeding everyone's progress, but trust me, their whole story isn't going to step on any toes, and I'm fairly certain everyone will be okay with their outcome.

But yeah, the confusion thing still stands. Multiple characters suck, and I imagine the fact that they all have similar names doesn't help, but I just like them too much to get rid of them now. I also think the fact that I write the recaps gives me a bit of an edge on the confusion bit. I've pretty much got everyone's dossiers logged away in my brain.

BUT THAT'S ENOUGH OF MY OPINION.

(In my opinion, it wasn't the amount of characters that made things confusing for me. It was the fact that so many of the characters were scattered numerously and far apart from each other. I think that if we can get the stories to connect to each other just a little more closely, it can work. Either that, or I do have my own roleplay forum that I was given to host this roleplay's story, make a new topc section, and put everyone's roleplays into different topics, then once they connect, make new topics for the new story that connection makes.)

i am a terrible little girl!

Will your dreams are always fucked up.