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Post by Popebenedict on Jan 29, 2007 17:20:25 GMT -5
(Just for a heads up, me, Spiffy, and Rasaq are real life friends and we were referred to this sight by Lugiasan. We were hoping we could do this as a squad, or gang if you will. We all have guns but as you know we are black, so our stats are really gimped for this. Please allow us to play like this, thank you.)
Upon hearing the ruckus taking place in Jakwon's household, he arose from his slumber and left his room to see what was the matter. As he walked out the door he saw an argument between his good for nothing, gang bangin' partner King Koopa, and his ho mother. Upon thoroughly smacking up Jakwon's mother, King Koopa reaches into his pocket, read a letter and suddenly disappeared. Confused, Jakwon looks at his mother and asks, "What the heck just happened to him? Where'd he git to?" Jakwon's mother looks at him sadly and replies to him, "I don't know son, your brother has gone missing to..."
"Whooowat!"
"Tyrones, gone missin'..."
"Whoowat!" Jakwom goes to his room and grabs his Lama, "Ima goin' to bust a cap in sumon' if Tyrone don't show up soon"
Jakwon walks out of his abode and observes cops racing down the street, but to him this is the norm. This was not the first time one of his friends have gone missing, but never a family member. Unfortunately in these parts when someone goes missing they never generally show back up, and if they do its not in what you would call an animated state. While walking down his street Jakwon notices a letter lying next to a garbage can, he also notices that it appears to look similar to the letter Koopa was holding right before he disappeared. Jakwon picks up the letter and opens it, upon reading the contents he realizes what happened to his brother and friend. Being the oldest and most responsible of the group he decides that he needs to go to this tournament and save them.
"Man them nigga's aint goin' to last mow dam five min' I got to git there and save dem"
Jakwon releases the seal and is transported to the holding place with all of the other participants and he see's his brother and Koopa sitting about twenty feet away from him.
"Yo, Nigga's! I'm here to save yo. We in this Toon Squad style. Toon Squad fo life!"
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Post by ch00beh on Jan 29, 2007 22:53:11 GMT -5
OOC: Welcome rasaq and popebenedict! I hope you two have a lovely stay.
BIC: Jimmy, the gentleman orangutang, suddenly appeared, at the request of the letter. Over his orange fur was a tuxedo, and despite its poor fit, the suit was very clean. The primate also wore a monocle over his left eye and a top hat.
Obviously, peole were staring.
"What?" he asked out in a stereotypically British accent.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Jan 30, 2007 1:08:12 GMT -5
Flora sighed, flipped her hair, and then sunk to the floor. "We're surrounded in a tide of riff-raff." She murmured, resting her head in her hands. She glanced around, and took a tally of the more distinct arrivals. Three gangsters, the boy, the woman in pajamas, the swordsman, herself, and the articulate ape. Those were the ones that caught her eye. There was a significant populace of no-name thugs and martial artists, but that didn't matter to her. She had a way of sensing when people had potential, and those seven stood out to her.
"I believe that we have adequate numbers now. Go ahead, slaughter eachother. I'll be watching." The Lord of the Lamp clapped his hands simplistically, and then took a seat as the first blow was struck.
Flora raised her sword in a defensive posture as a man with brass knuckles took a swing at her. She used her blade to bat the punch aside, countering lethally to the man's throat. She sensed somebody approaching from behind, and instantly struck true, piercing the man's heart with a single backwards thrust. She spun, kicking a thug in the teeth and following up with a slash across the throat. These people were strong, but for the most part, nowhere near her level. She smirked. This would be a decent exercise, at least.
OOC: Echoing the others, welcome aboard, y'all!
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Post by ch00beh on Jan 30, 2007 2:32:34 GMT -5
"I'm gonna enjoy ripping you apart, you stupid ape," some random thug exclaimed.
"Excuse me, good sir, I am an orangutang," replied Jimmy.
With quite literally inhuman agility, the primate knuckled over to the man and slapped him in the face with a glove. Surprised by the sudden movements, the thug was unable to react in a self-preservational way when Jimmy broke his neck.
OOC: ... I should get some sleep
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Post by prime on Jan 30, 2007 4:06:40 GMT -5
OOC: ...
I feel dirty inside....
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Post by albatrosstrevelyan on Jan 30, 2007 8:24:59 GMT -5
Aquara smiled when she was surrounded by the group she ran into earlier "What? You guys think you got muscle that you can beat me?" Aquara began to laugh evilly and she stared at the leader of the group "Come and get me...."
One of the gang members came foward with a strong punch. Dodging to the side she grabbed his wrist and guided his punch into the face of another, she then used the momentum and swung herself around to kick another in the face, knocking him out cold.
Aquara cringed when she heard the crack of a whip around her "Oooh..." she squeeled "I will be taking that..."
"Highly un-likely pretty lady" the cowboy thug said cracking his whip again. He flicked his wrist and it caught Aquara across the forearm splitting her skin open. She looked up with the upmost fire in her eyes "Oh, you did not just do that...."
Aquara charged foward and dove at his legs grabbing them, she stood up, one foot under one under-arm, another foot under the other. She began to spin, and the cowboy thug began to flail his arms wildly. She kept building momentum up, and threw him into another thug.
Aquara smiled and walked over to the thugs "I'll be taking that..." She cracked his whip "Nice..." she said looking at the rest of the thugs. "Now... who wants to die first?"
She swung herself around, and wrapped the whip around the leaders foot and pulled, and he fell over cracking his head on the floor. She then lifted her arm, and brought the whip down and cracked it on his nose, sending it clean off. Blood gushed from his nose, and he put his hands up, trying to stop the bleeding.
"You witch stop!" He said in a desperate plea for his life.
"Did people stop when they wanted to kill me? No they didn't, now it is my turn..." Aquara jumped into the air and wrapped the whip around his neck and pulled. This only made her velocity greater as the ball of her foot connected with the fore-head of the brute, and cracked his skull killing him. Blood poured from his ears nose, and mouth now, and his body was twitching on the ground.
Aquara turned, stains of blood across her legs and clothes, even some smeared across her face "Come on..." and she rushed into the crowd of people, and began opening a royal can of whoop-ass on them.
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Post by Popebenedict on Jan 30, 2007 12:22:44 GMT -5
Walking over to Tyrone and King Koopa, Jakwon does the Toon Squad handshake. Suddenly fights begin to break out among st the other people located in the vicinity.
"What the F**K is happening?" Jakwon questions, "Damn son this is off the hezy... Wan' a puff?"
Jakwon lights up a few joints and sits down on the floor, while doing this he passes one to both King Koopa and Tyrone. Taking a draft of the joint he holds in his hand, Jakwon sits back and watches what is happening around him, with minimal comprehension.
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Post by rasaq on Jan 30, 2007 12:39:04 GMT -5
Ight cuz im gettin tired of dis shit mayne. i came here cuz some ghost lookin shit promised me 3 big booty chics and a bottle of dat texas tea. i can chill 4 a while b4 da honeys come runin but WERE DA HELL IS MAH DRANK!!!!!!!!!!!! Rasaq pulls out his brick and jus starts smashiin random white people with it. al they ll simultaneously blow up and make fire works. "Tyrone where ma drink"?
(BTW me and tyrone r real life friends and have no affiliation with pope benedict he is a beat bitter dope style taker but i will accept that for now. and i am not gimped in fact i act upon a special G'ed up modifier thats makes me do tight shit.)
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Post by Popebenedict on Jan 30, 2007 12:57:52 GMT -5
Jakwon responds to King Koopa, "I got some drank fo ya nigga'" Jakwon hands King Koopa a brown paper bag with a beverage in it. As Jakwon takes another puff he notices a few burly looking men coming his way. Suddenly they point at him and his homies and begin to pull a variety of weapondry out of various holsters strung around their bodies.
"Oh hell no nigga, you ain't done wat I think you did."
As the gang of men come running over Jakwon puts himself in a standing possision, and lifts his oversized shirt up about three feet and reveals his Lama, which is lodged in the front of his boxers.
"Im packin' da heat, so i tink you best be steppin', les you wan' me to bust a cap in ya ass."
Seeing that this angered black man ment buisness and that their close combat weapondry would provide little, if any defense against this firearm, the combatants running at Jakwon and his gang quickly turned around and left to fight a more even matched battle.
"Yuh ya has betta' run negra! Yuh betta' run"
While shouting this Jakwon curls his middle finger to touch his thumb in a O shape fasion and points out the rest of his fingers and turns his hand right, as to make an E with his hand.
"East side, homes, East side fo life!"
Jakwon sits back down, pulls out his joint again and takes another puff from it, waiting for someone else to try to get on to his "turf".
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Post by prime on Jan 30, 2007 17:07:40 GMT -5
Rob shrugged as fighting slowly broke out around him. Some of these people were carrying firearms, and a surprising number of the others didn't seem able to deal with that fact. Rob himself had no great desire to deal with bullets, but at least he knew how to get out of the way before the bullet hit him. By watching a persons muscled and the angle of the weapon, he could effectively dodge the bullet a moment before it was even fired. Though he had no great desire to put this ability to the test, he could still very well get shot, and some of these assholes were carrying around sub-machine guns, and he could even see someone with a rocket launcher. (The rocket launched wasn't a huge problem, a rocket is slower than a bullet, and the human body is fast enough to dodge a bullet, the only problem is a humans eye's can't track a bullet, its to small and to fast.)
Rob looked up just as a gangsta started towards him, there seemed to be a surprising number of them in arena. He shrugged, blocking the gangsters punch with his left hand, and promptly headbutted him in the face, breaking his nose. He followed up by punching the unfortunate man in the solar plexus, sending him to his knee's, gasping for breath. "Look into my eye's, look into anyone's eye's, and you will know the outcome of the battle before it even begins." He said, noticing the red bandana. This guy was a Blood. "Oh man, I really hate Bloods. One of you assholes managed to do some real damage to me in california." He said, scowling. He punched the gangster in the throat, crushing his esophagis, and watched distantly as the man suffocated to death.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Jan 30, 2007 17:22:07 GMT -5
"How about this?" Flora swung her sword, cutting down one man and gouging out the eyes of another with the beak of the hilt. She then stepped back quickly, removing herself from the blinded man. Many people were involved in much more massive conflicts elsewhere... Luckily, she was at the fringe of the arena, where the less lethal, less confident warriors were engaged. She would hang back as best she could. Her skills were best one on one, not in a melee.
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Post by kazkame on Jan 31, 2007 14:38:38 GMT -5
ooc: umm is it too late to join ?
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Post by Tout-Perd on Jan 31, 2007 14:52:28 GMT -5
OOC: I suppose that you could jump in. This would mean that either one of us would have to lose, or we'd need another round of the tournament, but we'll see how it goes. Another round would most likely be a one on one, single post match against an NPC, so it wouldn't be asking too much, I think.
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Post by kazkame on Jan 31, 2007 15:41:54 GMT -5
thank you sir I thank you very much
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Post by albatrosstrevelyan on Jan 31, 2007 15:49:04 GMT -5
Aquara ditched her whip, and picked up some brass knuckles and backed up towards Flora "Well there are enough thugs around her to have anything dontcha think Flora?"
A woman came up behind Flora "Sorry Lady, not today..."
The woman seemed to be an expert martial artist, and rushed in with a deadly punch towards Aquara's abs. She stepped to the side, and tried to flip her over, well it reversed, and Aquara was sent foward flipping. "Jeeze!" she said landing hard.
Aquara crossed her arms and blocked a kick from the woman, and she grabbed the womans ankle. She pulled and rolled on her upper back, and kicked the woman in the chest and sent her stumbling back wards.
Once the woman regained her barrings she charged forward sending out a shrill scream, much like the war cry of Xena the warrior princess. "Oh hell no..." Aquara said smiling.
Aquara jumped and put her hands on the shoulders of the woman, she used the momentum to send her legs into the air, and she pushed off doing a flip. She landed gracefully, turned and then Aquara charged at the lady.
She pulled back her hand and punched her hard in the back of the head, causing blood to erupt from her cranium. "What a shame, that was such a good hairstyle too..."
The woman wasn't dead, but she would probably suffer some brain damage after this.
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Post by kazkame on Jan 31, 2007 16:01:05 GMT -5
it was a bright day in California and Demetri was riding his brand new red moped through the streets of santa monica, when two gang members appeared in front of him. They where apart of the lucky dragons. they were displeased with the fact he rode on a red moped, which reminded them of their rivals the bloods. soon the men repeatedly beat him and his moped with bokan and baseball bats. the dragons leaving him to drown in his own blood. he cried out "why must my luck run out today of all days!!". he walk himself to his apartment on the outskirts of Compton, like always on the way home he checked his mailbox for any tax returns his dead parents filed. the only things that where in there was a letter with a blue seal and a long-box. walking inside the cheap apartment his picked up his metal baseball bat and his pack of smokes. depressed like he was every night he mindlessly bagged his bat and the long box. he walked out side with bag i tote, and mounting his red moped,opening the letter on the freeway, with his teeth and got mysteriously got transported to an arena with a cast of colorful characters.
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Post by Popebenedict on Jan 31, 2007 16:01:33 GMT -5
At this point people participating in the fighting where dropping left and right like flies. The numbers of contestants were beginning to dwindle and more one on one fights were ensuing as contestants fought to attain one of the prized tournament slots. Seeing that Jakwon and his gang were not really battling for their positions and were cakewalking it, several of the stronger and braver contestants began to approach the trio.
"Nigga ya betta step off, ya wan me's to bust a cap in ya?"
Unfortunately for Jakwon this scare tactic did not work as it previously had and four Japanese males wielding katanas, crept closer to the gang, surrounding them. Seeing that they meant business Jakwon switched into gear and pulled his Lama from his pants and pointed it at the Japo nearest to him.
"I aint afraid bra, I'll do it." Jakwon threatened hoping not to have to waste his ammo. The Japo's crept closer... When the closest one to him was roughly ten feet away Jakwon tightened his muscle and braced himself for the shot. Turning his hand in a 90 degree fashion and extending his arm as fully as he could, he took aim at his enemy. Jakwon tightened his his grip and pulled the trigger, this resulted in a massive boom that echoed through out the entire building. Everyone briefly stopped for a second to observe what had broken the noise of the battle royal. Seeing that it was just another contestant and not some order by the Genie all battles quickly reinsued. However, lying ten feet away from Jakwon was his first kill of the day. Blood poured out of the bullet wound that had landed right in the center of the unfortunate Japanese boy. At the sight of their dead comrade the other three members of the deiced team began to bull rush Jakwon.
Feeling confident from his first kill Jakwon pointed at the next enemy. This time however, Jakwon did not have the luxury of time and quickly turned, unloading the entire clip on the individual. Out of the seven rounds fired, the first six harmlessly passed by the rushing enemy, who, for references sake, was only fifteen feet away from Jakwon. Luckily for Jakwon his last shot hit its mark and penetrated the left leg of the swords man, dropping him to the ground.
With the other two members closing in quickly Jakwon began to reload his gun, he feared, to himself, that he would not be able to reload in time.
"Oh $h!t man, wha the F**k am I gonna do?"
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Post by prime on Jan 31, 2007 16:41:57 GMT -5
"You could try fighting with your fists instead of hiding behind you gun." Rob said coolly, from directly behind Jakwon. "As for the rest of you." He said coldly, looking at the wannbe be samurai. "The samurai were respectful of one on one combat, and you are not. So I'll just pretend your the chinese, gankers above all else!" He said, drawing the katana on his back. He adopted a shaolin posture, block the two katana's in a circular motion, and a split second later left them both on the ground, they're leg muscles severed. There was not a little bit of screaming going around. "Tch." He turned around and kicked the gun out of Jakwon's hands. "Play fair."
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Post by kazkame on Jan 31, 2007 17:09:32 GMT -5
Demetri riding through the piles of dead bodies saw a young black man getting surounded by four asians. He shouted out" hey man look out " ,while doing this he shifted his weight too quickly he zoomed to the left and crashed into an asian at 55 miles per hour. the man smeared across the glass adding more red to his moped. soon after this he crashed in to the wall droping his bag in the process. awakening from the sudden strike to the wall, he dusted himself off and saw his box open and found inside an sharp oak bokan. he lifted up in a zelda like fashion. <key in zelda sound effect>
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Post by prime on Jan 31, 2007 17:32:06 GMT -5
OCC: *blood drips from eye's* Please...mercy...www.dictionary.com....proof reading.... *collapses*
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Post by Popebenedict on Jan 31, 2007 17:41:25 GMT -5
OOC: Three questions: How did you get so close as to nock the gun out of my hand black dragon? How did you get behind me considering Toon Squad is right on my back? And are we allowed to try to kill other real people or should we just fight npc's until the Genie calls a stop? (I dont want to kill you just as a side note, Kazkame is my target.)
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Post by prime on Jan 31, 2007 17:50:51 GMT -5
OOC: Saving your butt from charging asians requires me to be close enough to defend you, getting behind a squad of gangsters who are more concerned with capping things than covering eachothers butts is rather easy. (I've done it before.) And no killing eachother yet. We'll decide on that kinda thing later.
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Post by Popebenedict on Jan 31, 2007 18:03:05 GMT -5
OOC: Well thank you for saving me, however I was hoping that one of my gang members would have saved me in a post, but obviously they are dead in RL. And ill hold off on the killing kaz thing then. Also LOL!!! on the spelling thing.
BIC: Scrambling to retrieve his gun Jakwon jumps on to the floor and grasps it in his hand.
"Fine bisnatch ill put me glock away!" Stuffing it back into his pants Jakwon reaches to a knocked out combatant on the floor and picks up a pair of spiked brass knuckles.
"This good enough fo ya?"
Running to Robs side, "Me homies aint got my back, you in it wit me?"
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Post by kazkame on Jan 31, 2007 18:14:36 GMT -5
Ooc: Sorry For the spelling My sister was being attacked by a dog I had to run her after quick befor she got bit so yeah
BIC: Dimitri now seeing the smooth new oak bokken out of the box, he searched it for the senders address. He saw no senders address, and began to pick up his moped of the ground and began to ride towards a group of thugs. Seeing how the fighting was all around him he took out his baseball bat and revved his moped up to a light 34 mph toward the group.
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Post by Ocelot on Jan 31, 2007 18:31:23 GMT -5
OOC:Hey, whats up? Is it too late to join in the hellbound fun?
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Post by Ocelot on Jan 31, 2007 19:13:29 GMT -5
A single tear dripped down the left cheek of Loken as he peered down into the newly dug grave of his murdered wife. He stood alone, as he had been the only one to attend the ceremony. His friends and loved ones were being picked off one by one. First was his son, they demanded a randsom... he couldn't pay it. Next followed his father, then his mother, and now this, his beloved wife, murdered, neck slit open laid to bear at the front door step. He could still see her and smell the blood; it sickened him but he couldn't get the image out of his mind. He desperately want to take revenge on the Axe gang, but against them, he was powerless. He was nothing; a mear accountant. Loken knelt down and kissed the gravestone of his dearly departed wife and whispered to her, "I swear on it... I will get strong and I will bring our son back... I swear on it..."
Loken heard foot steps coming slowly toward him from behind. He quickly spun around almost falling down, fearing that he would have the ironic end of dying at that moment in the presence of his own wifes gravestone. To his amazement, there stood before him a mear old man, sagely looking if you will. Wiping the tears off his face Loken said in a cracking voice, "Who are you?"
"You say you want the power? You say you want to be strong? Are you willing to pay any price to attain this power? And it is a heavy price indeed."
Loken thought to himself, "How could this man know my thoughts, I have never spoken to nor seen him before... Maybe he can grant me what I so desire..."
"Yes old man I am willing to give anything, a-n-y-thing, to become strong enough to get my son back and deliver the justice that should be well served."
A smirk emerges from the mans face, "Very well then, it shall be done." The old man placed his old, crusty hands on Loken's forehead and Loken feels a strange force running through his body. "Here take this, do not read it, simply break the blue seal."
The air around the two men stands still as Loken takes what appears to be some type of ancient scroll from the old man. Unrolling the scroll Loken observes a blue seal at the bottom just as the old man had said, there is text but he ignores it just as the old man instructed and pops the blue seal.
There is a flash of light and the world begins to spin around Loken as everything begins to melt into a divine white light. He hears the now distant voice of the old man, "Go! Become strong, and when you have become strong enough you will be returned to this world so you can seek your revenge, divine retribution...!"
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