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[flapjack]

Flapjack suddenly found himself hanging in thin air. A few moments later Flapjack was busy peeling himself off the invisible floor. By the time he got up ND had been smacked twice and Flapjack rushed in for a headbut, connecting solidily with the figure and throwing them both to the ground. In the background people could hear something about this being for his Mad Cat

[Fluffie]

Fluffie sobs

[Bakan]

Watching the others as they attack the great thread creator, Bakan hovers there, watching as he started to tempt the others. Smiling slightly, he closed his eyes and focused. By appearing in front of everyone, No Dachi had created a link to what some people considered his true self, the self that guided this avatars actions. Seeing that link, Bakan, using all his godmodding and overpowered retirement skills, dove in. Traveling the links, Bakan found himself changing, turning as he traveled down the super-information highway. Suddenly knowledge of how it worked flowed through his mind, provided by his own "master". Following what is known as No Dachi's "IP Address", along with a "MAC Address" that was imbedded in all packets sent from No Dachi's "computer", Bakan swiftly made his way to the shrine, or "computer".

Arriving, Bakan focused all his energies, and blinked. Appearing with a bang behind the man behind the curtain, the lazy master No Dachi. Eyes crackling, Bakan grabs the real one, then with significant effort, pushes him into his computer. Taking care to isolate No Dachi so that, being a master he has no outside influence, Bakan tunnels him through the realms, until with another violent shudder, the two of them appear where Bakan started off, the room with all the other characters assualting No Dachi's avatar, which due to not having a master controlling it anymore, floats there.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, I have a gift for you. The REAL No Dachi."

Winding up a fist, Bakan strikes the real No Dachi in the jaw, pleased to see a tooth fly away along with some blood. The momentun on zero-G causes No Dachi to fly towards the rest of the assembled characters.

"THAT was for Marines!"

[Inspectre]

Inspectre stopped his attack, falling under the powerful spell ND was now weaving. He could have CoL . . . finally. But then a thought struck him: the image of a Jake Tremain, standing triumphantly over a conquered rebel base, just before the entire universe died. Then, like a dam breaking, dozens of images of lost and unfinished threads came to mind. The thought of all those gone-to-waste threads broke the spell, and Inspectre snarled. "You lie! You havn't finished a thread since 2002!!!!"

Bakan then appeared with what was apparently the real ND, as evidenced by a tooth and gout of blood flying off into the nothingness surrounding them. "Oh, good. I've been trying to do that for years. Good job, Bakan." Inspectre said as he floated over toward the pair. And without further ado, kicking ND in the nuts. Hard.

"That's for the original CoL, by the way."

[David91]

W00T! A UCA has begun!

*Begins installing Respawninator 3004s.*

[Hewitt]

*Hewitt bursts in, rambles something about "never going to try to help these people again" and then bursts out all the while fuming so much he misses all the action.*

[Fluffie]

There was a short lived thread with me complaining about the Closed-ness of that thread o' yours and Darkling replying (and then deleting I guess (no bad feelings though, mister Dark ), mister Hewitt. The gullible Dutchy stood up to yer cause, hurray!

Fluffie then looks at Dachi, wondering what to do with him...

"ALL BOYS SCHOOL! ALL BOYS SCHOOL!"

[No Dachi]

"Oh nooooooooooooooooooo!"

As all of his various creations fizzle out into nothingness, No Dachi is left helpless in his normal, unremarkable (apart from attending a single gender monastery of a school) state - little more than a sink for all the accumulated anger of his various assailants.

[mintos]

Wow people are roleplaying in here
It's great, it's moderately freeform, and there isn't really a set direction other some hostility between characters.

It works...it works...

[Hewitt]

*Bursts back in, still grumbling, mentions something like "Thank's fluffie" under his breath then again bursts back out still having not noticed the action taking place here.*

[Fluffie]

* Grabs Hewitt by the ankles just before he bursts out the second time and hurls him at No Dachi.

"EAT AUSSIE!"

[flapjack]

*Flapjack however somehow managed to strap 50 pounds of Semtex to Hewitt in mid-flight and rig an impact sensitive detonator to his head*

"Eat high explosives as well."

[Fluffie]

Why are you blowing up Hewitt

[flapjack]

Hewitt is a big Aussie dragon, he'll live.

ND on the other hand...

[Hewitt]

ooc: lol...

WTF!?

*Suddenly finds himself turned into flying explosive device aimmed at ND.*

Well this is just fan-fuc-

*Runs into ND.*

KAAA-BOOOOMMMMM!!!!!

[No Dachi]

ND is blown into a million component Nodachium atoms, meaning that noone shall ever DM any of his threads ever again (not much change there then LOLZ).

[Guess!!!]

hmm... swear I just saw what looked like a highly explosive australian dragon go flying past my head...

/me notes the rather large explosion the splattered body parts and the rather dazed slightly tattered looking now not so explosive australian dragon...

ohh

[David91]

*After having finished installing respawners, Creatior starts making holes with spikes in, and other interesting traps.*

[flapjack]

*Flapjack walks over to Hewitt and helps him clean himself up a little, mostly by providing a high pressure fire hydrant*

[Hewitt]

*Does most of his best Wile E. Cycote impression before being shocked back to reality by an extremely icy-cold jet of water.*

*Splutters immensely.*

[flapjack]

*Flapjack makes a run before it, just in case the dragon didn't like being cleaned up*

[Hewitt]

Oh, you BETTER run...

*Plots revenge.*

[anarcharnate]

*anarcharnate changes the CD*
Mmmm... Night on Death Mountain
*swells to an impossible size, chuckles and sets up a ring of fire around the combatants whilst watching in a mildly interested manner*

[Guess!!!]

Originally Posted by anarcharnate

*anarcharnate changes the CD*
Mmmm... Night on Death Mountain
*swells to an impossible size, chuckles and sets up a ring of fire around the combatants whilst watching in a mildly interested manner*

Hmm only mildly interesting???

Soon see about that...

*APOC (only briefly mind you) sheds his disguise showing who he truly is, and briefly appraises the arena... (despite feeling rather woozy after not having been APOC for so long and then suddenly being APOC again)*

hmm high mountain, and a ring of fire... hmmmmmmmmm

Ok one rather large ring of fire, one escaping flapjack, and a rather large seemingly flame retardent and rather soggy dragon.

Ok.

*APOC springs into action, and dashes forward towards Hewitt, trips over on a bit wire from one of the traps and falls flat on his face, stands up and dusts himself down noncholantly hoping no one noticed*

Ok lets try that again...

*APOC dashes forward again this time leaping over the traps taking the time for a good old fashioned matrix slo mo type bit as he leaps over one of the larger spike pits and grabs Hewitt by the tail and using a few good spins for momentum flings him into the ring of fire, then taking of advantage of the fact that a) Hewitt is pretty fire retardent and b) rather large uses him as a stepping stone to leap across the ring of fire and even manages to make a pretty good go of looking rather dramatic (despite the fact the steam turns his face a rather bright shade of red) as he leaps through the cloud of steam coming the water on Hewitt as it sizzles and evaporates in the flames and then stops and looks up........*

Err his pretty big... I hadn't thought about this bit yet... damn must still be a bit woozy... err... maybe this was a bad idea at the moment... ok well stick with what you know I guess...

*APOC pulls out the 286, grins evilly for a second and then smashes it down on anarchnates big toe... CRUNCH!!!

and then runs away managing to trip up flapjack somewhere along the way...*

[anarcharnate]

Oi!
*Anarcharnate sinks, cursing, back to relatively normal size (which is still about 9ft)*
So much for spectating!
*Hopping across the plotting Hewitt's back, Anarcharnate leaps as gracefully as his bulk allows, only to land up to the waist in an exceptionally spikey pit. He curses again as he whips out his flail and starts... uh... flailing at APOC*

[flapjack]

*Flapjack, whilst still in a full blown run, is suddenly tripped up by Apoc. A few moment later Flapjack is busily peeling his face off the rocks while loudly cursing at whoever tripped him up*

"Okay, who did, tell, me who did that?"

*After getting up again, Flapjack examines the scene, APOC standing next to him and the rest of the people standing rather far away*

"Okay, guess that answers the question then doesn't it?"

[Guess!!!]

*APOC wide eyed with a look of mock innocence looks for someone to blame, then panics and starts pointing in numerous random directions and finally ends up pointing in a direction no one is even remotely close to*

'HE DID IT!!!'

*APOC realises no one is standing where his finger is pointing*

'His just erm hiding!!! Yeah thats it, his hidi...'

<THUNK>

*APOC gets clouted rather soundly in the head with a tail and is left ever so slightly dazed, but also rather flat on his back*

[flapjack]

*Flapjack, by now in dragon form (just an ooc note, I wasn't before :P) Smiled down towards APOC, before standing directly over him and suddenly lifting all four his legs simultaneously. This in turn resulted in a rather immediate acceleration towards the planet's surface, an acceleration induced by the almighty force known as gravity*

"Yea I know, gravity sucks and you'll feel it."

[Guess!!!]

What flapjack probably wasn't expecting though as he came down was an almighty force known as the 286 getting wedged right into his diaphram by the equally almightly force known as nanite reinforced muscle belonging to yet another almighty force known as APOC who then takes advantage of the 286 sized gap between flapjack and the floor and rolls out to a spot of floor where a dragon isn't trying to crush him, yanks the 286 out from underneath flapjack allowing him to continue the fall the 286 stopped and stands up and brushes himself off.

"Yea I know gravity sucks and you feel it even more when it's just driven driven you downwards onto to something large solid and rather uncomfortable"

/ooc Goodnight folks

[AcidK]

*Wakes up from a corner of a sudden fight, lifts up looks around. true nothing around him looked pretty, but AcidK decided to smile anyways. He sighes and looks in his cloak, picked out a few FIDO units and looking at them critically. They were dusty, had cobwebs on them and, funny enough, one even let a moth out. AcidK was unsure when the last time he ever used a FIDO was, knowing it must have been a long time ago by now. AcidK let one of them loose onto FJ, unsure if the unit's old explosive capability has been reduced or even gone completely.*

[shadow_spy]

ooc// Remember AK you used one of them on me one time //ooc

[David91]

ooc: Nearly as annoying as Zaphods evil mechanical bug thingy.

*Creatior produces a rifle and lots of ammo from apparently nowhere, jumps into a foxhole [a pit without any spikes in] and trains the scope on the crowd of people fighting in the distance. After fully focusing the scope, he fires a couple of shots at the FIDO, and then a few wild shots in that general direction.*

[AcidK]

*AcidK watches as the bullets hit and bounce off the FIDO, unsure if it made any effect on it's performance due to the really old machinary and circetry inside. AcidK wasn't suprised as the FIDO charged at Flapjack, the bullets making little difference, and launched into his leg, bouncing off and hitting the floor before charging into him again.*

Sigh, old machines...

[Hewitt]

*Hewitt comes out of his daze after hitting the ground hard as a result of his unplanned trip from very cold to very hot.

Not that it felt very hot to him but yeah...*

ooc:

*Leaping out of the flames, Hewitt launches himself into the air thinking he is less likely to be used as a throwing implement up here.*

What to do, what to do...

*Having put a few hundred feet between himself and the ground, Hewitt cruises for a bit as he ponders.*

"Hmm... let's see, who to kill first? Do I kill flapjack for straping a shitload of explosives to yours truely and then giving me the shock of the century or do I go after either APOC or fluffie for throwing around like a used up paperweight...."

*Considers.*

"Then again... most of my humilations would not have occured if it were not for the actions of the one known anarcharnate and he did have the nerve to walk over yours truely whilst recovering..."

*Spots a FIDO.*

"Aww... bugger it. Those things are just begging to be exterminated."

*Using the very few past experiences of combat verse these creations of Acidk, Hewitt decides to err on the side of caution and starts loking for some local wildlife he can transform into his p0ens. Spotting a pair of endangered american bald eagles, Hewitt gets to work on concentrating on twisting their flesh into something that might have some chance against a FIDO.

The two birds squawk in protest at this intrusion as Hewitt forces them to grow to gigantic proportions. Fine feathers become metallic and razor sharp as lightning strikes them repeatly, the attracted energy absorbed into the process of transformation. Screeching furiously the two new thunderbirds stretch out their terrible bodies as they near completion, just in time to regain enough air speed to prevent a stall. Now majestically transformed, the two birds weak minds are infused with Hewitt's will and with this last adjustment become fully his. They fly up to meet him, angling around gracefully to come up on Hewitt's wing.*

"Now my pets... seek out a destroy that annoying metallic thing and do not return until this is accomplished."

"NOW OBEY!"

*With the order given, the two electrostatically charged creatures let out a mighty screech that echos as far off as the distant mountains and go into a freefall dive, large wings tucked back and eyes glowing brightly.*

[anarcharnate]

Oh bugger
*continues flailing*

[lantadors evil twin]

*Stormchild stands on the sidelines cheering on APOC and throwing grenades at anything that gets too close and anything that looks like flapjack*

[David91]

*Creatior pulls some wire mesh over his hole, then puts some arena-floor-like camouflage netting over it.*

[No Dachi]

*No Dachi respawns, watches all the violence apprehensively, then dons a novelty Flapjack Suit by way of disguise before trying to make his way toward the exit by walking around the edge of the arena.*

[lantadors evil twin]

*Stormchild spots a rogue flapjack trying to escape the arena and grins. She puts on her supercool sunglasses, and takes careful aim before rolling a nuclear grenade along the floor towards the escaping flapjack.*

*Belatedly, she wonders what exactly the safe distance is on one of those grenades*

[David91]

*Creatior observes the activity between No Dachi, Stormchild and an idiotic invention, and decides to take a few poorly aimed shots at them, before ducking down into his foxhole to avoid the blast from the grenade [if it works, and the blast is big].*

[flapjack]

*Flapjack in the meanwhile was busy figuring out how to best humilate APOC, just as he got up a small metal object bounced into his leg. Fearing for the worst Flapjack immediatly switched his body to solid adamantium, waiting for the impending explosion.*

*A few moments later Flapjack feels the same metal object bounce against his leg again, and again*

"Hmm, it appears it's either not a FIDO, or malfunctioning."

*With that, Flapjack went back to normal dragon, just in time to be electrocuted and violently blown up as the FIDO exploded by the thunderbird's shocking*

"THAT, HURT."

[No Dachi]

*No Dachi spots a nuclear grenade bouncing across the ground toward him, precisely at the second that rifle fire from an unseen attacker smashes through the funny bone of his right arm - which isn't very funny. Luckily, No Dachi is saved the embarassment of screaming like a girl when the grenade detonates, vaporising him instantly.*

[lantadors evil twin]

*Stormchild watches the grenade, but misses the explosion as she is distracted by someone taking pot shots at her. She does, however, see the scorch mark left by the explosion.*

"Hmm...safe distance is roughly five feet. Need to bring something bigger next time."

*She then pulls out a Frikken Laser and goes hunting for whoever was shooting at her*

[David91]

*Creatior observes Stormchild after the explosion through some binculars which he somehow procured while nobody was looking. He puts on greyish camouflage paint and a grey hat, as well as disguising and breaking up the outline of his rifle, to blend in with the surrounding concrete arena. He then dirties the scope on his rifle and binoculars to lessen reflective glare, and finally trains the rifle on Stormchild to see what she is doing.*

[flapjack]

*At which points Flapjack comes plumetting out of the sky, directly over David*

"INCOMING!!!"

[David91]

*Creatior, upon hearing Flapjack's shout, pulls his rifle up and fires a volley of both aimed and unaimed rounds at him, despite that fact that even if he's dead he'll still land on him. Upon realising this interesting fact, Creatior tries to get out of his hole, but he finds he had made it difficult for himself with all of the wire, the camouflage netting, and the the depth of the hole. In any case he shoulders his rifle, puts his pistol away, and scrambles up the side of the pit [on the opposite side of Stormchild].*

[flapjack]

*Flapjack slams down on the hole, obliterating everything within a 10 meter radius from the center of the hole before coming to a violent stop*

*Several seconds after he landed, Flapjack carefully rose again, scratching his tummy a little*

"I wonder what those pinpricks where, though I really need to work on my landings."

[David91]

*Creatior respawns.*

"That wasn't very nice! You had better pay for those binoculars!"

*Creatior shakes his fist at flapjack, then goes to an equipment cupboard, sets up fortifications around it, and checks out the endless supply of weapons available. He chooses several different missile launchers and sets them up. Included in his arsenal are several LAWs, radar-seeking missiles, heat-seekers, coordinated cruise missiles and fly-by-wires. The LAWs he simply aims and fires in the direction of flapjack. Creatior uses the heat-seekers to target flapjack's body heat and the radar-seeking ones to target flapjack (and if he isn't radar detectable, the nearest debris to him). Several coordinated missiles are fired in a radius of flapjack's position on launch, and a single fly-by-wire (a remote-controlled missile that has a wire with video-feed, so you can see what it sees) is launched as accurately as Creatior's video-gaming skills allow.

The moment the last rocket is launched, he rummages through the cupboard and finds a machine launcher [kind of a cross between a machine gun and a rocket launcher. It fires small rockets rapidly, and they have a weak sensory capability, so they can home in on things if they detect anything]. He sets this up, then uses the leftover launchers and LAW cases to strengthen the fortifications.*

[Guess!!!]

*APOC gets out of bed (which despite being in the arena was left alone for some strange unfathomable reason) flicks a few bits of shrapnel out of his hair and notices a rather large stream of rockets heading in the direction of a rather large not aussie dragon*

Hmm... now those arn't going to much on their own against a dragon that can turn into admantine... but if I bide my time for second maybe they could be useful... now where looks reasonably safe bearing in mind I'm standing in an arena with rockets flying round my head...

*APOC starts to sneak through the arena using all his powers of stealth and evasion as to avoid being seen and therefore attacked*

<CRUNCH><SCRUNCH><SCRUNCH><CRACKLE><CRACK><THUMP>OWWW<SCRUNCH><CRUNCH><CRACKLE><CRACK><THUD>OUCH<SCR UNCH>

*APOC realises that prehaps his not at his most stealthy when his just got up on a sunday morning and nursing a hangover (in fact at the moment in a stealth competition between an elephant with an air raid siren on it's back and APOC it would probably go to a tie), so gives up on the whole stealth bit and goes hides behind a conveniently placed Stormchild and waits...*

[David91]

*Creatior curses at flapjack's ability to morph into powerplay material.*