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The USSU have introduced a new game, a game called the "Ultimate Death." For all of you that have heard of "Ultimate Fighting," this is the same but to the death and with rifles and handguns and in a maze instead of a cage. Ultimate Fighting consists of that you put two fighters in a cage with their fists only and they shall beat the other unconsious or until he gives up. Ultimate Death consists of that you put two fighters with rifles, handguns, crossbows, swords, knives or the like and the first one that dies or is crippled, lose.

However, we aren't inhumane. If someone decides to give up they can leave the game, but if someone are caught cheating, guards will execute him on sight. Also, we wont use criminals for this, joining Ultimate Death game is purely vaulenteered but champions are celebrated all over Umojan. The grand prize in this is the blueprints to the Primus Mk.II(Specifics can be found on my website linked on my nation info) which have so far been kept secret since the foundation of the project. Of course, this grand prize is for the goverment of the nation, the invidual's prize is decided by the goverment he or she origions from.


Now, we search fighters for the first fights from other nations. The requirements is as following:

Sex: Any
Age: 20-45
Ethnics: Any
Family: Unmarried and no children
Origin: Any



So far, this is the tournament contesters:

Game 1
Nor'Cra of CorpSac
Vs.
Cane Dreadchild of Jagiellonia

Game 2
Ripper of Adderton
Vs.
Bobo of Dyelli Beybi

Game 3
Anrina of Farseer
Vs.
John of Utter Madness

Game 4
Da' Nathtal of Fetid Fens
Vs.
Elias Aubec of Phoenixius

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Game 5
Cane Dreadchild of Jagiellonia
Vs.
John of Utter Madness

Game 6
Ripper of Adderton
Vs.
Da' Nathtal of Fetid Fens

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Game 7
John of Utter Madness
Vs.
Da' Nathtal of Fetid Fens

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Archduke Ceron Agones
Public Ambassador of the United Socialist States of Umojan
The Half-Elven Archduke of the Umojan Defence Ministry
The Umojan Ambassady (http://www.freewebs.com/umojan)

OOC: Tag. I'll probably enter someone....

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We wish to enter Bobo.

Sex: Male
Age: 45
Ethnics: Chimpanzee
Origin: Cyro International Zoo

OoC - Are you serious?

IC:
Mr. Bobo is allowed to enter, but can he handle a handgun with accuracy? At all?

Also, if any genetic engineering have been done on any of the combatants, they will be disqualified. The same is if they don't fight on their own free will.

No, but he can rip people's arms off and climb stuff.

The President of Adderton would like to put forth:

Ripper
Age 31
Species: Longhorn Longtail
Origin: Adderton Plains

Ripper is the most vicious Longhorn that has been captured from the Adderton Hills. He has refused any effort on introducing him to domestic life and has on account, trampled 18 riders. He has also managed to cause huge amounts of damage to anything that surrounds him on four sides.

We would like to enter Farseer Anrina

Sex: male
Age: I would request we let a difference go cause at thwe age of 45 we Farseers are still children we will assume that deu to this we can use an age that to us is within the time. (He is 500)
Origin: Black Legion, 3rd battalion, Forster Barrks.
Arms: Scimitar and pistol.

We would like to forward the following contestant:

Name: Cane Dreadchild
Sex: Male
Age: 20
Ethnic Background: Jagiellonian
Family: None
Origin: Varsovia, Jagiellonia

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I would like to put forward one of my bodyguards; John. He is 21 years old, and has gone through his ten year bodyguard training course. He is a crack shot with all forms of ranged weapon, and is an third dan in Karate and Kendo. His nationality is Utterly Mad, and he has no family. His parents were homeless, and his mother died soon after birth. He was dumped outside the bodyguard training grounds. He was pushed into staying in good shape up until his tenth birthday, after which he was deemed physically strong enough to go through bodyguard training. I think you can gather from the above that he is male. There is absolutely no genetic engineering, as with the training my bodyguards go through, there is no need.

The Dark Empire would like to put forward Nor'Cra

Sax: Male
Race: Lokarn
Age: 187
Origin: Lokarn Moon
Weapons:
2 Bio Swards within his wrists (pops out)
2 Bio Blades on elbows (pops out)
Claws
Rasor shap jaws (they will eat you if they get the chance)
Size: Small

Lokarns are a minor race we conqured when the Dark Empire expanded there empire, they never wanted to be intergrated into them empire so there used for things just like this. ther skin is Bullet proof to at extent fast as hell are the smaller ones running 4x faster then the narmal human. but do repect there attackers no matter the risk, only fight in hand to hand and can jump 3 stories high. weakness is that there close range units but there speed and deadlyness make up for that. also eats there pray if they can, and are hard to control. like to go berserk

OoC - Okie, just FYI I will use a D20 here at home and determine who win the first round, the second round and so on. As I don't have any alliances you can expect me to not being cheating.

I will TM the two combantants and say who will win and then they will RP it out.

I will also put up a map that will be used for the deathmatch.


Everybody agree?

OOC: double post

OOC: I assume you mean that you roll a D20 for me, then a D20 for my opponent. My only problem with this is that it doesn't account for the skill of a person who has applied. It is based purely on luck. It's certainly fair, but I don't quite like the fact that skill and physical prowess is not taken into account by that method. How about every person entered is given a set number of points to devide among certain characteristics, and they get added on to the die roll? If my assumption is wrong, you are probably referring to the D20 combat system used by Dungeons and Dragons 3E, and similar games, which in my opinion is perfectly alright...

OoC - Yeah, I meant that, but I was also about to put in some conditional modifiers. Any ideas how I should implent the ones you mentioned?

So far, this is the tournament contesters:

Game 1
Nor'Cra of CorpSac
Vs.
Cane Dreadchild of Jagiellonia

Game 2
Ripper of Adderton
Vs.
Bobo of Dyelli Beybi

Game 3
Anrina of Farseer
Vs.
John of Utter Madness

Game 4
[Open]
Vs.
[Open]

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Game 5
Winner Game 1
Vs.
Winner Game 3

Game 6
Winner Game 2
Vs.
Winner Game 4

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Game 7
Winner Game 5
Vs.
Winner Game 6

It would be preferred if you posted which two weapons you would like to use. No explosives allowed.

my weapons are posted (there part of my guy)

OOC: This intrigued me so much I started a New Nation.
IC: If the Death Match is still open we would like to send at his own request: Da' Nathtal illusionist.
Intelligence: Unknown refuses to be tested has turned every Inquirer into a blubbering idiot when they tried to do an unauthorized probe.
Agility: -1 at best
Dexterity: infinite
Strength: frail
Speed: -1
Age: unknown estimated at 90+ years
Has taken a death oath to not use offensive illusions. Will use defensive illusions Warning: Defensive illusions can cause extreme damage if not properly disarmed.
Only known weapon: Thin bladed Fillet Knife usually used behind the ear for instantaneous death.
Will have to be placed at the center of the maze as it will take him a very long time to shuffle there.

OoC: What kind of system are you using? -1 agility?

IC:
He may join in the battle, but no magics are allowed, so we will hafta train without them. Also, the combateers will be placed at the boarders of the maze, not the centre, as it would be giving a too big advantage.

OOC: It means he can barely move.
IC: Our body armor is magic based but we will transform Da' Nathtal's armor into modern materials for this match. Da' Nathtal has said he will have to out-think his opponent and is confident he will be successful. We hope this will be the time we are rid of him.

I wouldn't mind adding our combatant to the fray:

Sex: Male
Race: Human
Age: 21
Origin: Phoenixius
Weapons: 1 mono-molecular samuri sword, with built in phase disruptors; 1 plasma pistol, with recharge capability.

If you are using the D&D rule sets:
Strength: 15
Agility: 18
Intelligence: 15
Charisma: 11
Wisdom: 11
Constitution: 14

IC:
We need a name, otherwise he cannot join. Sorry, but we do not let anynomonous(sp?) fighters join.

OoC - Also, I've constructed my own system. It's too complex to explain, so you'll just hafta get used to it.

IC:
Games is about to begin when the last combatants have entered. All gamers please read your TM for the results.

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Should I wait for Corpsac to roleplay the battle between our two contestants, or should I just write up what happened?

Sorry, the name got lost in transmission. His name is Ellias Aubec.

I have just been told that Ripper has just won his match. The Government of Adderton inquiries when will Ripper be dead.

Somewhere in Dyelli Beybi

"Hey you remember than geriatric chimpanzee we sent to some war thing?"

"No"

"Well we did. Aparently it died."

"Oh that Chimpanzee....what was it's name?"

"Beat's me."

I am the Farseer but I ot piss off that It could not Defend itsself and Went back to this nation. I controll Arina Of Farseer. Thks

N' Dahnimh is fitting the new battle armor on Da' Nathtal: "This is a power assisted suit, it senses when you move and it assists you with power. It works on body heat and photon absorption. "
In that voice that comes from nowhere and everywhere and seems to be only in your head, Da' Nathtal says "I could have easily won with just a little magic."
N' Dahnimh "We have two Magic Seekers posted around the maze. They have a lock of your hair. If they detect magic you will be paralized."

I am the Farseer but I ot piss off that It could not Defend itsself and Went back to this nation. I controll Arina Of Farseer. Thks

What the fuck? If I read this post right, you're a fucking godmodder.

Should I wait for Corpsac to roleplay the battle between our two contestants, or should I just write up what happened?

You were first, so you gets to rp it out first.

Since so many people seems to have forgotten this thread, it just takes one character to rp the whole even now.

Da'Nathtal was guided to the starting point on the maze by the two Magic Seekers and N'Dahnimh. Da' Nathtal moved forward in an odd shuffling manner slowly getting the feel of the battle suit. The motors, pumps, and hydraulics were amazingly quiet but did provide some background noise. Da' Nathtal heard the clang of the starting klaxon. He felt the presence of Elias Aubec of Phoenixius. How strange he thought to himself, was this a feature of the battle suit or was it because he had closed himself to magic and other senses became more acute. He made a quick turn and crashed into the hedge delineating the boundaries of the maze. Cursing he picked himself up with surprising ease, battle suit he thought. Due to his old habit of supporting himself with whatever was near he ripped a chunk of hedge out of the maze. Like a child discovering his hand for the first time, he gazed at the branch. The sound of a plasma pistol blasting the hedge interrupted his reverie. Again he could sense where Elias Aubec was, his path through the hedge maze and the layout of the maze, was this the suit? He quickly ascertained an ambush site and with astonishing speed he silently moved to the spot. The stench of the plasma blasts made its way through the air filters of the suit. Elias Aubec was near! The buzzing of the phase disrupters on the sword echoed through his head, he was sure the suit amplified the sound.

Ellias Aubec could hear the enemy lurking around here. He could hear the HUmming of the targets armour. Firing shots at random places, he hoped he could flush the lunatic intot he open. Suddenly, before him he saw an apparition in metal, holding a branch of the nearby hedge in its hand. Before he could think, he was charging towards the monster raising his sword and activating the power disruptors.

Elias Aubec loomed before Da'Nathtal, Da'Nathtal leapt forward to complete his task. The power of the battle suit caused him to crash into Elias Aubec, the plasma pistol spewing gouts of plasma into the ground. The ground began to turn an eerie pink and the tip of the pistol snapped off from the heat and the weight of the two combatants. The ensuing struggle caused the pistol to discharge once more, but without the focusing effect of the tip it erupted into an enormous blast throwing the two warriors high into the air. Elias Aubec twisted mid air and swung the sword at Da'Nathtal. It was a glancing blow to the shoulder of the battle suit shorting out the entire left side. Da'Nathtal landed and tried to take a step but the left leg of the suit was not responding and he fell into Elias Aubec. Elias Aubec fell backwards onto the ruined plasma pistol. It discharged one final time tearing Elias Aubec's right arm off. The brave fighter pulled his sword from his severed hand and passed out from the loss of blood. Da'Nathtal declared himself the winner and called for medical assistance.

OOC: Phoenixius I didn't see your post. Maybe the referee will allow him to be patched up and we continue.

OCC: OK

The referee came over to Ellias Aubec, and since he wasn't dead, was granted the use of a medic. A medic came over and administered various drugs, and bandages. Ellias Aubec came round and struggled to his feet. Lifting his sword above his head, there came a crack of thunder. With the referee and medics retreating quickly, Ellias Aubec hunted down the man who had shorn his arm off.

Da'Nathtal's armor was being worked on during the medical break the left side was working again but giving out a horrible squeal. The noise was eroding Da'Nathtal's sense of direction. The match was back on Da'Nathtal had lost the advantage of stealth, now it was old age and treachery against youth and skill.

Hearing a terrible screech in the far off corners of the battlefield, Ellias Aubec strode towards the sound, hefting his sword as he got used to it in his left hand. Finding the enemy, he charged screeming for all he was worth, and brought his sword down on the terrified opponent with two hands.

Da'Nathtal's sensing Elias Aubec rather than seeing him. Looked up to see the one armed man charging towards him with a fierce look on his face and the wild hum from the sword. Only instinct caused Da'Nathtal to move. He jumped to the right, the suit screaming in defiance. Elias Aubec charged past Da'Nathtal and towards the glowing pink puddle caused by the plasma pistol. Da'Nathtal pulled out his fillet knife and turned for the kill. Such a brave man, if only he could use magic to stun him he could save his life. The howling in his ear brought him back to the maze and the young man intent on killing him.

The handlers at the Ultimate Death Tournament had a problem. It concerned a cow.

True, it was a representative from the Dominoin of Adderton. True, it managed to gorge it's enemy with blood flying about. But- having it wait for another opponet- was another matter.

So far, it had managed to brutally maul 3 handlers, attemping to feed it. Since that moment, much of the handlers refused to go near it's pen. That fact caused it to be more angry- eventually breaking down the walls, and going on a rampage.

Three handlers had died when it left the pen area. Four were mortally wounded luring it away from the handler's quarters. Eight were in the hospital- wounded in the line of duty, whilst forcing the cow back to it's pen.

Daniel Flemmings- the man in charge for Animmal Contestant Department- sighed. He prayed to his God that the cow's round would come near.

As the old man nimbly stepped aside, Ellias Aubec ran straight into the puddle of plasma, loosing his footing. Only this saved his life as the knife meant for his neck carved through the air where his head would have been. Rolling forward, he hit a brick wall, were he lay sprawled, apparently knocked unconsious. His sword lay in his hand humming, pointing towards the sack of bones in a tin can heading his way.

Da'Nathtal seeing the unconscious body of Elias Aubec lying on the ground with the sword buzzing in his ear picked up the sword, the vibrations rattling his brain, sadly the old man cut the other arm off the young man. This would certainly end the match. Da'Nathtal hoped he would survive the match and take the young man back to the Fetid Fens where using magic again he could make working arms for the brave fighter. The women of the Fetid Fens would be intrigued by the magic arms and the bravery of this warrior.

With both arms gone and his sword taken, Ellias whipped his feet under the old man, taking him down. Though almost out of action, Ellias still had life left in him. Stamping down on the mans visor, he smashed the glass in it, lacerating the wizened face below. Standing on the arm with the sword in it, Ellias looked into the enemies face.

"Feeling lucky? I'm not."

Toppling backwards out of combined fatigue and blood loss. Da'Nathtal had taken the day, though serious medication and surgery would be required to get him in full shape again. With a little bit of magic of course.

With both arms gone and his sword taken, Ellias whipped his feet under the old man, taking him down. Though almost out of action, Ellias still had life left in him. Stamping down on the mans visor, he smashed the glass in it, lacerating the wizened face below. Standing on the arm with the sword in it, Ellias looked into the enemies face.

"Feeling lucky? I'm not."

Toppling backwards out of combined fatigue and blood loss. Da'Nathtal had taken the day, though serious medication and surgery would be required to get him in full shape again. With a little bit of magic of course.

With both arms gone and his sword taken, Ellias whipped his feet under the old man, taking him down. Though almost out of action, Ellias still had life left in him. Stamping down on the mans visor, he smashed the glass in it, lacerating the wizened face below. Standing on the arm with the sword in it, Ellias looked into the enemies face.

"Feeling lucky? I'm not."

Toppling backwards out of combined fatigue and blood loss. Da'Nathtal had taken the day, though serious medication and surgery would be required to get him in full shape again. With a little bit of magic of course.

Da'Nathtal having been declared the winner of the first round wonders how he is going to kill a mad cow with a fillet knife. N'Dahnimh had taken the battle suit off the old man and was beating on it with a combination hammer/soldering iron. The two Magic Seekers were looking for replacement visor parts. The old man quickly fell asleep and dreamed of armless men head-butting him.

OOC:Phoenixius my hat is off to you. Thank you.

OCC: Thanks. I was going to have Ellias whip his sword up as you approached, but you carried on a bit more than I would have liked. None the less, though he had to do something to end the match without loosing face entirely.


The Phoenixius medics rushed onto the scene, carting Ellias Aubec's unconsious body to their opperating theatre. There his body was transfered to a stasis chamber and sent back to Phoenixius for radical cybernetic augmentation.

Ellias will be back.

OoC - Great RP guys, No I will just hope that the others follow.

OCC: Thanks. It was good to do it.

Who is next

These are the next two fights:

Game 5
Cane Dreadchild of Jagiellonia
Vs.
John of Utter Madness

Game 6
Ripper of Adderton
Vs.
Da' Nathtal of Fetid Fens

Where Am I.

I think that Umojan got fed up with people not fighting that he did what he originally was going to do, and just rolled for each combatant, and yours looks like they lost.

Dose it have resalts

OOC: What is was referring to was something like physical strength, training, agility and intelligence. Then give something like 24 points to devide between them, with a minimum of one. For every point below six take a point from the die roll, and for every point above eight, add a point to the die roll.

Da'Nathtal woke from his deep slumber, the wounds from the previous battle had mysteriously healed. He began to read a book "The Anatomy of Cows". The Magic Seekers had begun to attach a new visor to the battle suit. N'Dahnimh was talking into a small metal box. Da'Nathtal was wondering how things were going back at his keep deep in the bogs of Fetid Fens. The match will soon begin he thought and turned back to the book.

John, having seen the quality of the previous contestants, is no longer feeling quite as confident. He enters the maze, cocking his trusty Glock 18, and he begins to move, looking and listening for his opponent.

OOC: John is currently armed with a Katana, which is strapped to his back, alongside the standard issue (for bodyguards) H&K MSG1 sniper rifle. His sidearm is a Glock 18 (like the Glock 17, only with a clip of 30 rounds, and the capability of fully automatic fire). He has three spare clips for each gun. He also has a throwing knife in each boot, and a combat knife in a belt sheath. That's OK, isn't it?

N'Dahnimh has received an urgent communiqué from Umojan it seems as if the referees have been called away to attend pressing business. They will be gone a few more days then the match will continue. Da'Nathtal hopes N'Dahnimh and the Magic Seekers will be able to fix the squeal in the battle suit by then.

Da'Nathtal was wandering around the Ultimate Death Match grounds. He was wearing the new and improved battle suit. He had it painted bright red. It was a long time since he had been back to Fetid Fens and he was sorely in need of some meat. This place uses advance soy processes and the stuff looked good but in reality it was no substitute for the real thing. As he moved around the complex he neared the Adderton area, the most curious thing happened in front of his vision. A tiny image of a cow was displayed. Hmmmm, meat. No one was around, maybe he could get some steaks after all. The Adderton handlers didn't seem to be any where in sight. He smacked the side of his head to see if the display would show them. Nope, nothing. He pulled out his fillet knife and moved towards the sleeping cow. The cow was in a small pen surrounded by massive wooden planks. Da'Nathtal easily scaled the wooden enclosure thanks to the battle suit. There will be steaks tonight he said to himself.

OOC: BUMP, BUMP, BUMP, before another one bites the dust...

I am sorry for the technichal problems we have had, but it is fixed now. The involved remaining contesters will be TM-ed with the results.



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Archduke Ceron Agones
Public Ambassador of the United Socialist States of Umojan
The Half-Elven Archduke of the Umojan Defence Ministry
The Umojan Ambassady (http://www.freewebs.com/umojan)

OOC: I might as well repost my opening then...


John, having seen the quality of the previous contestants, is no longer feeling quite as confident. He enters the maze, cocking his trusty Glock 18, and he begins to move, looking and listening for his opponent.

OOC: John is currently armed with a Katana, which is strapped to his back, alongside the standard issue (for bodyguards) H&K MSG1 sniper rifle. His sidearm is a Glock 18 (like the Glock 17, only with a clip of 30 rounds, and the capability of fully automatic fire). He has three spare clips for each gun. He also has a throwing knife in each boot, and a combat knife in a belt sheath. That's OK, isn't it?

Good. Because of my idleness we have a lot to catch up if we wants this thread to go up in it's former self again but waddya gonna do? :D

Da'Nathtal heard the klaxon announcing the start of the next match. This woke the mad cow and Da'Nathtal jumped out of the holding pen. He made his way towards his side of the maze. N'Dahnimh is hurrying him to the starting area. Da'Nathtal is convinced that N'Dahnimh is trying to cause him harm.

The visor portion of the battle suit shows in great detail the maze. Da'Nathtal hears a disturbance at the other end of the maze. Actually the battle suit heard the noise, amplified it and displayed where the noise occured on the mini map in front of Da'Nathtal. To him it looked like the ripples in a pond when you throw in a pebble.

Da'Nathtal has studied the anatomy of the cow and there may be some weaknesses. Will he be able to exploit them?

OoC - A cow? Who in the world entered a cow into a contest? Please, do not fill this thread with useless blabber, if that is your intent.

The President of Adderton would like to put forth:

Ripper
Age 31
Species: Longhorn Longtail
Origin: Adderton Plains

Ripper is the most vicious Longhorn that has been captured from the Adderton Hills. He has refused any effort on introducing him to domestic life and has on account, trampled 18 riders. He has also managed to cause huge amounts of damage to anything that surrounds him on four sides.

OOC Just trying to play the cards dealt to me.

Okie, sorry about that.

OOC: Shouldn't it be me versus Cain Dreadchild? If it's been changed, then just ignore this...

IC: The Utterly Madman Walked through the maze, walking very softly. Eventually he came accross Cain Dreadchild, who had his back towards him. He holstered his automatic pistol, and pulled out his sniper rifle. He took aim at his opponent's head, and fired.

OOC: Tired of waiting.
IC: Da'Nathtal enters the maze and realizes it is actually two mazes. They will probably be joined for the final match. The battlesuit displays the location of the cow. Da'Nathtal moves around the maze until he is behind the cow. Trying something new he says quietly "Boost" and the suit gives him more power. He times his jump and lands on the back of the cow. The cow jumps like an enraged rodeo bull. It sticks its head into the hedge of the maze and gets stuck. Da'Nathtal uses the opportunity to sever the long tendons holding up its head.

Remembering the cow anatomy book he starts carving into the shoulder area to get to the heart. It is about 2 feet deep and Da'Nathtal is tossed around falling to the ground several times. He steadfastly climbs back on and continues to carve into the cow with his filet knife.

After about an hour and a half he reaches the heart and that is the end of the mad cow of Adderton.

OOC: This is becoming annoying. Since Cain lost anyway:

IC:
The bullet from the young bodyguard's gun enters into the back of his opponent's head, causing instant death.