NationStates Jolt Archive

[OOC: This isn't my first time RPing, or my first nation. However, I'm still not too experienced at role-playing, so if I'm doing something wrong, go ahead and tell me. In any case, this RP isn't going to be very serious at all, which will become very evident as soon as you read the rest of this post. Realism isn't going to be a factor at all here, just don't do something that would ruin the enjoyment for everyone else (for example, no invincibility or dodging everything thrown at you). Go ahead and join at any time, make your entrance as sudden or as subtle as you like, and just have fun with it.]

Inside the stomach of a space whale, there was a rather large chunk of land. On this chunk of land, there was a kingdom by the name of Steve In A Box. The king, SuperKing The Fourth, usually didn't have to talk with people who wanted to take on the best fighters from each nation. Today, however, he had to talk with somebody who wanted to take on the best fighters from each nation.

"Come on, Your Majesty, people would pay anything to see this," pleaded Alan Killmaster, a man skilled at punching things. He was rather plain in appearance, and not very distinctive beyond his obsession with fighting. "Please?"

"The answer is still no," said SuperKing, who had been discussing this with Alan for about 5 hours at this point. "Seriously, just stop trying. I need to get to sleep."

"But I want to!" At this moment, it occured to the king that Alan would probably get himself killed if went through with the idea. Since nobody cared about the guy anyway, the king decided to allow him to do this.

"Okay."

"Hooray!" And so Alan flew to some huge dome floating out in space for no discernable reason, broadcasting this message to the universe along the way:

"Hey, if anybody wants to fight me, come to this huge dome in space. Not too hard to find." Alan, now in the dome, got out a beer and waited for the challengers to arrive, knowing not what he would face....

[OOC: EXCITEMENT.]

ooc an how is someone from MT nation going to get to the dome in the middle of space ?

[OOC: Just make some stuff up. Like, maybe a portal just springs up from nowhere or something. Again, realism isn't a factor here. Same thing for past tech, if you want to bring a caveman into the fight or something.]

A door appeared, and out stepped a rather strapping young man. However, due to a slight miscalculation of the transdimensional multifaceted, manifold cylinder, bolt cutters, the door appeared, just outside the dome. The strapping young man, after realizing his sudden peril, tried to panic, but died before he could. The door sat there, open, just outside the dome for sometime. Until, a milk carton periscope, poked out of it. The Periscope surveyed the scene, caught on the dead lad for a few minutes, turned to note the fact the door was outside the dome, and promptly glided back into the door, which was subsequentially slammed shut. Moments later, a window appeared, with the dome, near Alan Killmaster. The window slid open, and a rather tall, thin man, clamored through it. He was very careful, to place a block of wood in the window, to ensure it remained open. Then spent several minutes staring at the dead teen outside the dome.

ooc an how is someone from MT nation going to get to the dome in the middle of space ?

[OOC: you can use my window, if you happen to be wondering around a mid eighteenth century manor.]

Alan, who had been busy staring outside at the dead guy, turned to the man who had just climbed out of an inexplicable window.

"Hey, you," shouted Alan in the newcomer's ear. "Bring it on!" With this, he dashed at the newcomer, transitioning into a jump kick!

The new arrival was thin but wiry. He quickly threw himself to the floor, and rolled under the floating window from which he emerged.

Alan landed rather roughly on the floor, having missed his opponent. Quickly, he got up, but realized he didn't know who the heck he was fighting.

"Hey, forgot to mention this, but the name's Alan Killmaster. And you are?" As he was asking, he was preparing to punch the other guy.

OOC: Are we allowed to gate crash the party?

[OOC: Did I not say that anybody could join at any time, as sudden as they like? Cause I did. Go ahead.]

OOC: IC post coming...very soon!

The space above the dome was suddenly filled with lights as a giant warship appeared out of a hyper-jump. It's large hull was covered in war paint as the doors opened to the vaccum of space. Pods began to deploy themselves onto the dome. Their mission was to find female species and use them as part of their production circle. On the side of the giant warship, hanger bays opened as fighters started to buzz around the warship. The pods blasted through space before landing with a loud bang. The doors blasted open as 12large minator's armed with longswords and assault rifles ventured out. These were the warriors of the Fungi Race and they were keen to do their duty.

"(Kill everyone!)" roared the leader as it watched a Bull Minator land nearby.

The Bull Minator couldn't speak but yet it had fantastic brute strength. The group looked around before finding a creature (Alan) dueling with another. It lowered itself close to the ground before pouncing through the doorway towards Alan. It roared again as the other 12 turned to challenge Alan.



OOC: You didn't stop me so...here I go! Party Crashers!

[OOC: I didn't stop you cause this kind of insanity is exactly what I was looking for.]

As the minotaurs began to storm the dome, Alan realized three things: one, that the request for a name from the other guy would have to wait, two, that frigging minotaurs were storming the dome, and three, he forgot to lock his front door.

"Bring it, minotaurs." Alan jumped up to a previously unnoticed floating rock in the dome and began to throw fireballs at the minotaurs and the other guy. Shut up, floating rocks can appear in huge space domes just out of nowhere. I've seen it happen, man.

[OOC: That last part was IC. Sort of.]

[OOC: We need more fighters in here. So here comes a NEW CHALLENGER OOOOOOOOO. Come on, represent your country in this soon-to-be grand brawl! Doesn't matter what time you're from, whether you're a caveman, a cyborg, just some guy, one of five teenagers with ATITUDE, or a monkey, now is the time to make your nation known to the world! Via inflicting gratuitous violence upon everyone else trying to do the same.]

Suddenly, a woman wearing a top hat appeared out of nowhere and kicked Alan off his floaty rock, ending his fireball barrage and sending him spiraling towards the other end of the dome! However, Alan managed to stop himself long before he would've hit the glass at the other end of the dome, and looked at his attacker. It was the legendary (in Steve In A Box, at least) Great Top Hat Woman Of Doom! She was known for her brutally brutal brutaltastic brutalness! [OOC: Shut up, spell-check, those are words now.]

"I thought you died a hundred years ago," said Alan, in sheer bewilderment. "Can't you stay dead?!"

"But I didn't," replied Top Hat Woman. "Now I shall attain ULTIMATE POWER!"

"....How?"

"I dunno. I think this would probably help me on my way to that, though." And so they began to fight! Meanwhile, the minotaurs and the other guy were left at the other end of the dome, fireballs still zooming towards them. And what other fighters were yet to arrive? Find out, next time on Dragonball Z! Or NationStates. Whatever.

[OOC: Again, last part semi-IC.]

Sam thought she heard fighting noises. She opened her eyes, looked around groggily and realized that she had left the TV on. She rolled over onto the remote, turning it off, and went back to sleep.

OOC: Ah screw it. I need something to just be crazy in.

IC:
A giant vortex suddenly appeared in the space dome, and a penguin waddled out of it. Not a real penguin mind you, one of those crazy animation things you find on the internet, and this one was super incredible in the sense that it could take any picture found on the Internet and turn it into something in real life.

"Flying Tank! I Choose YOU!"
http://www.aramsay.co.nz/images//flying_tank.png

The man from the window, realizing he had a bit of time, pulled a bag of marshmallows out of his pocket, and plopped a few in his mouth. He the noticed, that others had arrived. He was sure now, this definitely wasn't the marshmallow convention. However, MARSHCON, would have to wait, as a stray fireball, singed his window. "That's it!," he yelled. "You know how much work that's going to be to fix? It didn't just singe the window. No, it's partially melted the pane, warped the frame. This is going to be a major project now. I'm going to need to find a new pane of glass, replace the singed wood from the window, put in a whole new window frame, which is, most likely, going to necessitate hiring a contractor, who will inevitably break something else along the way. You people have no courtesy for others you know! You don't know who your messing with, the Electrician, doesn't take kindly to " And with that, the Electrician climbed through his singed window, taking the piece of wood propping it open with him, and as the window shut, it vanished.

He landed, face first on his front lawn. Things were as they had been when he left. It was still 1874, Queen Victoria was still ruled, and it was a sunny day. All was good, that was, at least, until he picked himself up, and looked back at his home. The damage from the fireball was extensive. It was quite clear the the entire window, and it's frame would have to be replaced. What would the neighbors think? First the whole in his broom closet door from where the T-Rex bit it, and now this. Action would have to be taken. He rushed in side, and began gathering his supplies.