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Amarth · 12-03-2003, 07:40 PM

Merely gazing upon the demon of procrastination made fighter begin to feel the effects of his power. "Y'know, I did want to fight a noble battle and stuff, but now I'm thinking that it may be easier to just look at my shiney sword instead. OOHHH shiney!"

Amarth · 12-05-2003, 11:08 AM

[OOC: Is anyone posting or what!? I feel like I'm all alone here...]

SSJwrestler · 12-05-2003, 11:24 AM

"CHEESE!" Canti yelled. "What kind of man attacks with knowledge of cheese!"

Trying to focus his thoughts on something else than the temperatures at which Swiss and Limbergher cheese melt, Canti took a fighting stance.

'This is one strange battle' he thought

Nefir · 12-05-2003, 07:32 PM

[OOC: They are all procrastinating. Its my character's doing, I tell you

]

Nefir could feel his blood-red skin being prickled by the out-of-control magic spilling down from the sky, wreaking havoc on reality around him. He knew he had to put a stop this, before he sprouted a second head or turned into a barrel of spoiled cottage cheese... eventually. Spying the battle field, he finds the one likely responsible for all that magical pollution - a strange fellow wearing strange clothes and holding a strange.. thing.

He has faced foes bigger, and more dangerous - workaholic accountants, nuns with obsessive-compusive disorder, attourneys so wicked, they need their own attourneys - but returned victorious every time. With a mighty battle-squeal and the sound of hoofs crushing helpess pebbles, the demon charged at Klinkflock, fork extended (a damn fine fork, too).

J.R.V.A. · 12-06-2003, 06:45 AM

Klinkflock laughed as the ugly little man with the big fork charged him. He stepped to the side, and asked the man if he would like to join him for lunch. Klinkflock loved cheese. He threw his Woxabur Exaim into the sky, and instantly it dissapered, as well as the fireworks. The little man with the fork would not go away, so he pulled out his Bomcarn Twabir from beneath his coat. He had spent three years whittiling it himself, from the tree of Edeti, that he had traded his two middle toes for. It was a stout and strong weapon, and the Ulerirt's say that anyone that whittles their own weapon from this tree, that it will never be broken. He held it up just as the fork jabbed at him again. The weapons slammed together and gave off a mighty sound. Nefir laughed at Klinkflock, as he had never seen a man as ugly as himself until he. This tall spindly man's face was so long and droopy it looked like a left over green bean from thanksgiving in June. His nostrils were oval and full of hair. His teeth were perfectly straight and long, and looked somewhat like piano keys. Then he looked into his eyes. The eyes were black, and as Klinkflock looked back, he could see a bit of kindness in them. They stopped for a moment and just stared at each other.

losthellhound · 12-07-2003, 06:35 PM

Burt smiled and picked up a sword he knew would be there

So. You survived that. Thats impressive Canti. The last person I did that to lost most of thier life's blood through thier nose and are to this day chained up in a sanitorium talking about chedder balls. So why dont you hit me, I'll give you the first shot..

Nefir · 12-07-2003, 07:22 PM

Nefir and Klinkflock circled each other, teeth bared and weapons quivering, staring each other down, waiting for the other to make a move. A bead of sweat was crawling down the demon's face, despite the dreadful cold in this place. He could almost hear the gears of thought turning in his opponent's brain, calculating strengths, summing up weaknesses, then dividing, and taking square roots just because it is fun. Nefir did not know why, but his psycho-procrastinatic powers seemed to have no effect on the man whatsoever, and that was just not fun!

Pausing their dance of death, Nefir broke the silence.

"Do you have any idea how long a walk it is back down to Level 9?!" demanded the demon, "I mean, I know it doesn't sound like a long way considering this is Level 8, but its still enough to grind my hooves to powder!"

Realizing the man was obviously not familiar with the lingo, Nefir attempted an alternate strategy.

"So, uhh... I don't suppose that thing of yours can send me a few hundred leagues underground?"

Amarth · 12-08-2003, 12:33 PM

"Wait, I've got it! I'll procrastinate later!"

Fighter drew both swords again and charged the battle between nefir and Klinkflock, swinging at both of them simultaneously. They both deflected the blows and jumped back. Fighter stood in between them.

"I could use your help sorceress."

SSJwrestler · 12-08-2003, 07:07 PM

[OCC: Forgive my lack of participation lately. This type of battle is definitely new to me, and I'm having trouble following.]

SSJwrestler · 12-08-2003, 07:10 PM

"You'll regret those words seer. For my first hit shall be the last you will ever feel!" Canti spoke in a rage.

'God damned cheese!' he thought.

Holding his sword at waist height, Canti prepared to attack. As he visualized his enemy and his next attack, a calm overtook the warrior and his focus began to fall back on the battle. Also, a light red glow started to show on the warriors katana.

This attack would be great

SSJwrestler · 12-08-2003, 07:10 PM

"You'll regret those words seer. For my first hit shall be the last you will ever feel!" Canti spoke in a rage.

'God damned cheese!' he thought.

Holding his sword at waist height, Canti prepared to attack. As he visualized his enemy and his next attack, a calm overtook the warrior and his focus began to fall back on the battle. Also, a light red glow started to show on the warriors katana.

This attack would be great

Nefir · 12-08-2003, 10:29 PM

Things were definitely not going his way. First his hard-earned dessert is interrupted, followed by a strange confrontation with the man responsible, and now a thick-armed (and -headed) warrior was trying to take Nefir's various body parts as trophies.

This made him very angry.... Very angry indeed. Tapping upon the nearest source of considerable procrastinatic power - the local university - the demon channeled all the potential energy just waiting to get loose, into himself. For a split second, onlookers could see blue arcs crawling across his body, and then disappearing.

Almost immediately after this, Nefir seemed to grow a foot in height, and put on some much-needed muscle mass. The dinner fork in his hand shimmered with procrastinatic energy and the tea cup spit and crackled.

Taking aim at Fighter's head, the demon chucked the deadly cup with great strength. Narrowly dodging the projectile, Fighter could feel the stubble on his face curl up and melt as the thing passed, leaving a nasty smell of cooked barbarian in the air. Klinkflock was next in line for a showdown with the dea cup of doom, but somehow managed to deflect the object with his weapon, which bounced high up into the air. A moment later there was a sharp crack, the sound of glass breaking, and a mightly explosion.

carebear · 12-09-2003, 09:48 AM

Zingsing, after flying away for a few minutes to work on some end-of-term papers, came back to the playing field to see in what ways she could assist Fighter. The battle was now only a jumbled mess to her.... and someone would have to explain it.

losthellhound · 12-09-2003, 10:10 AM

[Entire post OOC]

Quote:

Originally posted by carebear
and someone would have to explain it.

Don't ask me, this is a little confusing for me too

J.R.V.A. · 12-09-2003, 01:50 PM

Klinkflock laughed and thought to himself, My mind powers are working. The bloody bloke that started this mess is now confused. Pretty soon no one will know what is going on and I will have control.... He ducked as a sword whisked by his head..

losthellhound · 12-11-2003, 10:11 AM

The katana glowed, that bother him. This could hurt.. With a sudden rush of a memry to come Burt remembered that he could dodge, or parry, both could work. He chose to parry, raising his own sword he prepared for the strike

SSJwrestler · 12-11-2003, 11:24 AM

With the now-glowing katana in hand, Canti charged in towards the seer, who had raised his own sword in defense. Before he struck though, Canti halted his assault and grabbed his forehead with his free hand.

"God damn cheese!" he cursed, squeezing hard at his temples. "What in the hell is your problem seer? Why would you inflict such a torture on a man."

Canti was now on his knees, and as his thoughts again became focused on only cheese, the glow of the sword dimmed then faded.

Amarth · 12-11-2003, 11:26 PM

The sword that Klinkflock dodged had not finished it's momentum. It careened through the air towards Nefir, stabby end facing the demon. He continued spinning and brought his other sword back at Klinkflock.

losthellhound · 12-17-2003, 04:31 PM

The seer lowered his sword and knelt quietly beside Canti. He knew that while his foe's mind was locked on the torture he had afflicted him with, that it would not be a fair fight. Instead he whispered quietly in his ear

Hurts doesnt it. Its not what you thought it would be, omnipitance.. what a fallacy.. We want to know everything, now you know what the price for even a fraction is.. Now stand up and finish this. Either way, if you kill me or I kill you.. then you'll know some measure of peace..

The seer then stood and raised his sword in a long lost (except to him of course) battle pose. He waited with a measure of calm, honor, and dignity that charged the air with purpose

Come Canti..

losthellhound · 12-26-2003, 07:44 AM

[OOC]

So, do we call it a draw?

I wanted to say that everyone did a great job. I loved the humor in this fight.. Alot of good characterization.

Thanks everyone

Nefir · 12-26-2003, 09:12 PM

[OOC]
I agree, this was loads of fun, but its time for me to exit, stage left

Good fight, J.R.V.A.!

[IC]
When the Nefir's tea cup of doom exploded overhead, the strong magical field in the area switched polarity to its usual mostly random position, sending the demon's atoms tumbling once again to a different place.

Fighter and Klinkflock glanced around, their faces still pink from the close encounter with projectile laziness, but saw no trace of the demon. Instead, in his place were only two hoofprint-shaped scorch marks in the grass.

....

Meanwhile, on the Legendary Island of Titassia, the beautiful scantily-clad (AKA mostly naked) priestesses were pleasantly surprized when a handsome red-skinned demon appeared in their bathhouse, several feet above the water, and splashed down next to them.

"This seems like as good time as any to retire from my post as procrastinator-in-chief!" exclaimed Nefir, as the women beamed seductively at him, approaching.

"So much to do, so little time!"

12-05-2003, 07:32 PM	#44 (permalink)
Nefir Junkie Location: Louisville, KY	[OOC: They are all procrastinating. Its my character's doing, I tell you ] Nefir could feel his blood-red skin being prickled by the out-of-control magic spilling down from the sky, wreaking havoc on reality around him. He knew he had to put a stop this, before he sprouted a second head or turned into a barrel of spoiled cottage cheese... eventually. Spying the battle field, he finds the one likely responsible for all that magical pollution - a strange fellow wearing strange clothes and holding a strange.. thing. He has faced foes bigger, and more dangerous - workaholic accountants, nuns with obsessive-compusive disorder, attourneys so wicked, they need their own attourneys - but returned victorious every time. With a mighty battle-squeal and the sound of hoofs crushing helpess pebbles, the demon charged at Klinkflock, fork extended (a damn fine fork, too). __________________ You do not use a Macintosh, instead you use a Tandy Kompressor break your glowstick, Kompressor eat your candy Kompressor open jaws, Kompressor release ants Kompressor watch you scream, Because Kompressor does not dance

12-06-2003, 06:45 AM	#45 (permalink)
J.R.V.A. Junkie Location: Utah	Klinkflock laughed as the ugly little man with the big fork charged him. He stepped to the side, and asked the man if he would like to join him for lunch. Klinkflock loved cheese. He threw his Woxabur Exaim into the sky, and instantly it dissapered, as well as the fireworks. The little man with the fork would not go away, so he pulled out his Bomcarn Twabir from beneath his coat. He had spent three years whittiling it himself, from the tree of Edeti, that he had traded his two middle toes for. It was a stout and strong weapon, and the Ulerirt's say that anyone that whittles their own weapon from this tree, that it will never be broken. He held it up just as the fork jabbed at him again. The weapons slammed together and gave off a mighty sound. Nefir laughed at Klinkflock, as he had never seen a man as ugly as himself until he. This tall spindly man's face was so long and droopy it looked like a left over green bean from thanksgiving in June. His nostrils were oval and full of hair. His teeth were perfectly straight and long, and looked somewhat like piano keys. Then he looked into his eyes. The eyes were black, and as Klinkflock looked back, he could see a bit of kindness in them. They stopped for a moment and just stared at each other. __________________ And as she plays, her sweet song of laughter floats through the air and warms my heart

12-07-2003, 06:35 PM	#46 (permalink)
losthellhound Thats MR. Muffin Face now Location: Everywhere work sends me	Burt smiled and picked up a sword he knew would be there So. You survived that. Thats impressive Canti. The last person I did that to lost most of thier life's blood through thier nose and are to this day chained up in a sanitorium talking about chedder balls. So why dont you hit me, I'll give you the first shot.. __________________ "Life is possible only with illusions. And so, the question for the science of mental health must become an absolutely new and revolutionary one, yet one that reflects the essence of the human condition: On what level of illusion does one live?" -- Ernest Becker, The Denial of Death

12-07-2003, 07:22 PM	#47 (permalink)
Nefir Junkie Location: Louisville, KY	Nefir and Klinkflock circled each other, teeth bared and weapons quivering, staring each other down, waiting for the other to make a move. A bead of sweat was crawling down the demon's face, despite the dreadful cold in this place. He could almost hear the gears of thought turning in his opponent's brain, calculating strengths, summing up weaknesses, then dividing, and taking square roots just because it is fun. Nefir did not know why, but his psycho-procrastinatic powers seemed to have no effect on the man whatsoever, and that was just not fun! Pausing their dance of death, Nefir broke the silence. "Do you have any idea how long a walk it is back down to Level 9?!" demanded the demon, "I mean, I know it doesn't sound like a long way considering this is Level 8, but its still enough to grind my hooves to powder!" Realizing the man was obviously not familiar with the lingo, Nefir attempted an alternate strategy. "So, uhh... I don't suppose that thing of yours can send me a few hundred leagues underground?" __________________ You do not use a Macintosh, instead you use a Tandy Kompressor break your glowstick, Kompressor eat your candy Kompressor open jaws, Kompressor release ants Kompressor watch you scream, Because Kompressor does not dance

12-08-2003, 10:29 PM	#52 (permalink)
Nefir Junkie Location: Louisville, KY	Things were definitely not going his way. First his hard-earned dessert is interrupted, followed by a strange confrontation with the man responsible, and now a thick-armed (and -headed) warrior was trying to take Nefir's various body parts as trophies. This made him very angry.... Very angry indeed. Tapping upon the nearest source of considerable procrastinatic power - the local university - the demon channeled all the potential energy just waiting to get loose, into himself. For a split second, onlookers could see blue arcs crawling across his body, and then disappearing. Almost immediately after this, Nefir seemed to grow a foot in height, and put on some much-needed muscle mass. The dinner fork in his hand shimmered with procrastinatic energy and the tea cup spit and crackled. Taking aim at Fighter's head, the demon chucked the deadly cup with great strength. Narrowly dodging the projectile, Fighter could feel the stubble on his face curl up and melt as the thing passed, leaving a nasty smell of cooked barbarian in the air. Klinkflock was next in line for a showdown with the dea cup of doom, but somehow managed to deflect the object with his weapon, which bounced high up into the air. A moment later there was a sharp crack, the sound of glass breaking, and a mightly explosion. __________________ You do not use a Macintosh, instead you use a Tandy Kompressor break your glowstick, Kompressor eat your candy Kompressor open jaws, Kompressor release ants Kompressor watch you scream, Because Kompressor does not dance

12-03-2003, 07:40 PM	#41 (permalink)
Amarth Loser Location: About 50,000 feet in the air... oh shit.	Merely gazing upon the demon of procrastination made fighter begin to feel the effects of his power. "Y'know, I did want to fight a noble battle and stuff, but now I'm thinking that it may be easier to just look at my shiney sword instead. OOHHH shiney!"

12-05-2003, 11:08 AM	#42 (permalink)
Amarth Loser Location: About 50,000 feet in the air... oh shit.	[OOC: Is anyone posting or what!? I feel like I'm all alone here...]

12-05-2003, 11:24 AM	#43 (permalink)
SSJwrestler Banned Location: Davidson, NC/ Manassas, VA	"CHEESE!" Canti yelled. "What kind of man attacks with knowledge of cheese!" Trying to focus his thoughts on something else than the temperatures at which Swiss and Limbergher cheese melt, Canti took a fighting stance. 'This is one strange battle' he thought

12-08-2003, 12:33 PM	#48 (permalink)
Amarth Loser Location: About 50,000 feet in the air... oh shit.	"Wait, I've got it! I'll procrastinate later!" Fighter drew both swords again and charged the battle between nefir and Klinkflock, swinging at both of them simultaneously. They both deflected the blows and jumped back. Fighter stood in between them. "I could use your help sorceress."

12-08-2003, 07:07 PM	#49 (permalink)
SSJwrestler Banned Location: Davidson, NC/ Manassas, VA	[OCC: Forgive my lack of participation lately. This type of battle is definitely new to me, and I'm having trouble following.]

12-08-2003, 07:10 PM	#50 (permalink)
SSJwrestler Banned Location: Davidson, NC/ Manassas, VA	"You'll regret those words seer. For my first hit shall be the last you will ever feel!" Canti spoke in a rage. 'God damned cheese!' he thought. Holding his sword at waist height, Canti prepared to attack. As he visualized his enemy and his next attack, a calm overtook the warrior and his focus began to fall back on the battle. Also, a light red glow started to show on the warriors katana. This attack would be great

12-08-2003, 07:10 PM	#51 (permalink)
SSJwrestler Banned Location: Davidson, NC/ Manassas, VA	"You'll regret those words seer. For my first hit shall be the last you will ever feel!" Canti spoke in a rage. 'God damned cheese!' he thought. Holding his sword at waist height, Canti prepared to attack. As he visualized his enemy and his next attack, a calm overtook the warrior and his focus began to fall back on the battle. Also, a light red glow started to show on the warriors katana. This attack would be great

12-09-2003, 09:48 AM	#53 (permalink)
carebear Tilted Location: oklahoma	Zingsing, after flying away for a few minutes to work on some end-of-term papers, came back to the playing field to see in what ways she could assist Fighter. The battle was now only a jumbled mess to her.... and someone would have to explain it. __________________ go cubs!

12-09-2003, 01:50 PM	#55 (permalink)
J.R.V.A. Junkie Location: Utah	Klinkflock laughed and thought to himself, My mind powers are working. The bloody bloke that started this mess is now confused. Pretty soon no one will know what is going on and I will have control.... He ducked as a sword whisked by his head.. __________________ And as she plays, her sweet song of laughter floats through the air and warms my heart

12-11-2003, 10:11 AM	#56 (permalink)
losthellhound Thats MR. Muffin Face now Location: Everywhere work sends me	The katana glowed, that bother him. This could hurt.. With a sudden rush of a memry to come Burt remembered that he could dodge, or parry, both could work. He chose to parry, raising his own sword he prepared for the strike __________________ "Life is possible only with illusions. And so, the question for the science of mental health must become an absolutely new and revolutionary one, yet one that reflects the essence of the human condition: On what level of illusion does one live?" -- Ernest Becker, The Denial of Death

12-11-2003, 11:24 AM	#57 (permalink)
SSJwrestler Banned Location: Davidson, NC/ Manassas, VA	With the now-glowing katana in hand, Canti charged in towards the seer, who had raised his own sword in defense. Before he struck though, Canti halted his assault and grabbed his forehead with his free hand. "God damn cheese!" he cursed, squeezing hard at his temples. "What in the hell is your problem seer? Why would you inflict such a torture on a man." Canti was now on his knees, and as his thoughts again became focused on only cheese, the glow of the sword dimmed then faded.

12-11-2003, 11:26 PM	#58 (permalink)
Amarth Loser Location: About 50,000 feet in the air... oh shit.	The sword that Klinkflock dodged had not finished it's momentum. It careened through the air towards Nefir, stabby end facing the demon. He continued spinning and brought his other sword back at Klinkflock.

12-17-2003, 04:31 PM	#59 (permalink)
losthellhound Thats MR. Muffin Face now Location: Everywhere work sends me	The seer lowered his sword and knelt quietly beside Canti. He knew that while his foe's mind was locked on the torture he had afflicted him with, that it would not be a fair fight. Instead he whispered quietly in his ear Hurts doesnt it. Its not what you thought it would be, omnipitance.. what a fallacy.. We want to know everything, now you know what the price for even a fraction is.. Now stand up and finish this. Either way, if you kill me or I kill you.. then you'll know some measure of peace.. The seer then stood and raised his sword in a long lost (except to him of course) battle pose. He waited with a measure of calm, honor, and dignity that charged the air with purpose Come Canti.. __________________ "Life is possible only with illusions. And so, the question for the science of mental health must become an absolutely new and revolutionary one, yet one that reflects the essence of the human condition: On what level of illusion does one live?" -- Ernest Becker, The Denial of Death

12-26-2003, 07:44 AM	#60 (permalink)
losthellhound Thats MR. Muffin Face now Location: Everywhere work sends me	[OOC] So, do we call it a draw? I wanted to say that everyone did a great job. I loved the humor in this fight.. Alot of good characterization. Thanks everyone __________________ "Life is possible only with illusions. And so, the question for the science of mental health must become an absolutely new and revolutionary one, yet one that reflects the essence of the human condition: On what level of illusion does one live?" -- Ernest Becker, The Denial of Death

12-26-2003, 09:12 PM	#61 (permalink)
Nefir Junkie Location: Louisville, KY	[OOC] I agree, this was loads of fun, but its time for me to exit, stage left Good fight, J.R.V.A.! [IC] When the Nefir's tea cup of doom exploded overhead, the strong magical field in the area switched polarity to its usual mostly random position, sending the demon's atoms tumbling once again to a different place. Fighter and Klinkflock glanced around, their faces still pink from the close encounter with projectile laziness, but saw no trace of the demon. Instead, in his place were only two hoofprint-shaped scorch marks in the grass. .... Meanwhile, on the Legendary Island of Titassia, the beautiful scantily-clad (AKA mostly naked) priestesses were pleasantly surprized when a handsome red-skinned demon appeared in their bathhouse, several feet above the water, and splashed down next to them. "This seems like as good time as any to retire from my post as procrastinator-in-chief!" exclaimed Nefir, as the women beamed seductively at him, approaching. "So much to do, so little time!" __________________ You do not use a Macintosh, instead you use a Tandy Kompressor break your glowstick, Kompressor eat your candy Kompressor open jaws, Kompressor release ants Kompressor watch you scream, Because Kompressor does not dance Last edited by Nefir; 12-26-2003 at 09:18 PM..