[PLAYED] Fight 894: Ran vs. ProXer2

[[NPC] Recordkeeper]

Fight Rules:
Don't know why I'm fighting him, but okay.

Standard TB rules, no modding metagaming etc etc.

Setting is the Xenom desert, a desert spreading for thousands of miles each direction with a few palm trees and a large temple. Sand stained crimson from the blood spilled.

Anyway you post first

Points before this new fight:
Ran: 1444 points, ProXer2: 731 points.

[Mr. Legendary]

Sand picking up from each direction dusting throughout the wind. The sand was red in color, and disdain in sight. The blood depth color laid vivid to ones eyes, knowing that this place had many casualties that with stand the hard-ship of the heat. The graceful air, non-humid, passed by with cheer and delight, blowing in each direction. Up ahead a large temple laid for high lords who had power non could deny. They were among the strongest competitors, and non seen their face to tell about it. Their mightiness within battle was heroic, and their battle cry bled throughout the air as they won their fight. The only thing to shred terror into the oncoming forces that mobilized. Rain hardly poured, but today there seemed to be a great chance of rain, a great chance indeed. The clouds formed within the sky, bending and turning to distort shapes that made their way somehow to the center of the desert, just forming for thousands of miles out til they met the graceful hand of the sea. Darkness roared within the deep impacts of the clouds, lightning roamed through every inch of it, sending bolts up from the dry ground of the desert into the sky. Rain fell throughout the distance gracefully, spreading mud piles along the ground. This would be a storm even the mightiest of fighters can't warn off. This storm could be deflect or seized by none.

Laying on the bed, his naked body covered in whip cream. There was a lady present, but ducked down on his lower part. Whip creamed filled her mouth, but something else filled it. Her head bobbled up and down on the object, as the male bent backwards onto the bed, his eyes nearly rolling out of his head. Bracing closed hands onto the silk covers, joy ran down through his veins, sending electricity throughout his entire body. The woman moved up, sitting down peacefully on the object she had been sucking on. Moving up and down, her body moved on his dick faster, and faster, harder and harder she went. His back bent more, his eyes rolled shut, his senses tingled throughout his body. His pleasure was being fulfilled with this dying young girl. Her insides were flaming hot, like hot-sauce in the mouth. Her walls bending under his dick hitting, and pushing into them, sending enjoyment through the young girls eyes and facial expression. He felt her cold and bare down on his chest, her hips moved faster, and his dick bounded through her with a higher speed. A soft moan escaped both lips, as they finally had enough. Cum filled through her insides as she rolled over on the bed to lay beside him. Her face was beautiful, and her body matched that of a goddess.

"You was good, my Queen." Words escaped through his esophagus.

"And you, my King." Their eyes met, staring at each others soul.

Standing up from the bed, his eyes adverted around the room, spotting his items. Getting dressed, a voice called throughout the room from the door. "We're almost at the temple of legend, sire.". This was the final stand to know true strength. The final stand to become something, and be the king of all kinds. However, this portrayed out wrong. He was a god, unlike most kings who were human. His abilities were far more superb than that of normal humans, but they didn't know that. He looked human, and that was what he would come to terms with. Power never leaked through his skin, so enemies never knew the full intent of his power. In this skin, his power portrayed as a normal human, but in actuality, his power far greater, and more deadlier.

The desert breeze was blowing as his storm cloud moved across the desert towards the temple. The grounds were being went, and drenched as they flooded. Rivers, lakes, and surfaces of water sprouted as this massive storm clouded moved in shore. One would think that moving in shore would weaken the affect of a storm, but that wasn't the case. Wehrmacht had the ability to control weather, which wasn't the only thing. Creating this storm took energy, but not much. In fact, as it moved inwards, with the dryness touching on it, the heavier, and more violent it got without the control of Wehrmacht.

Flicking his hand, his scythe formed behind his back as it's shaft moved into the ground two inches deep. Leaning backwards, his eyes narrowed seeing the temple more clearly. His view was not, however, on the temple, but on the enemies he would have to face in order to become the strongest king there ever was to step foot on this earth. Visions ran through his mind, but not visions, but images. These were of him being the king of time. The one that could become the only one to stop all of these kings that was within this temple. His fist hit the command pad. "FULL SPEED AHEAD"

[Mr. Legendary]

-wanted to try something new, so not my best, but I think it's pretty awesome.-

[Ran]

The sprawling desert of Xenom sat before him, the bloodstained sand kicked up in a type of storm. Odd, the desert usually never got storms this bad.. his right hand ran carelessly through the wet sand of the desert, sitting in shelter under the have caved in temple, the alter sitting up atop the stairs directly behind him. Crimson orbs stared silently up at the heavy clouds in front of him.. CRACK .. the lightning barreled from the sky and collided directly with his exposed tachi, not even so much as harming him. He slowly unsheathed the tachi that had apparently absorbed the estranged lightning bolt. Stabbing the blade into bloodied sand, lightning trickling down the blade and coursing through the wet-sand. Sigh..

Ran leaned up against the entrance to the temple, watching the lightning as it seemed to be drawn towards his tachi. The crack after crack resonating throughout the desert, his face remained impassive while he slowly unsheathed the katana that rested within its wooden sheath, three characters written across the sheath.. Justice.. Faith.. and Honor.. Each one describing the ways of the samurai, he sighed softly and mumbled something under his breath, a small scene playing on the glimmering blade.. two sets of eyes stared back at him.. one of the love he had lost so long ago.. and the other of his daughter who was brutally massacred and ripped open. Her head sent to her in a marble box.. A sharp crack ran through his chest as he stood and stared off into the horizon. Crimson eyes staring with a deadly intent out towards the nearest city, he heard something cutting through the air at a high rate of speed. Ran also sensed something that was not human at all.. something more.. something deadly. He sighed once more and muttered another string of unheard words, the lightning smacking into the blade once more as the blade gave off a slight green aura. Twin kodachis resting on the right side of the dark blue obi that was wrapped tightly around his waist, obsidian boots pressing into the cracked marble beneath his feet. The silver, silky kimono that clung loosely to his body wavered within the wind, tucked into the black hakamas that hugged his waist nicely, baggy in the legs. The sheaths of the two blades resting on the left side of his body. Dark blue tresses spilled down his face, hiding the majority of his facial expressions. Left hand checking the thin steel gauntlets on each hand, the small x-shaped scar on his face seeming to illuminate a dim red aura.. which was all due to the mind.. not actually there.

He took a few steps forward out into the pouring rain, but never seeming to get wet. A pure presence of death rolled off his form, like the person that was coming, he too, was not an ordinary human being.

Hello my friend, we meet again
It's been awhile, where should we begin?
Feels like forever
Within my heart are memories
Of perfect love that you have gave to me
Oh, i remember

When you are with me, I'm free
I'm careless, I believe
Above all others, we'll fly
This brings tears to my eyes
My sacrifice

We've seen our share of ups and downs
Oh how quickly life can turn around
In an instant
It feels so good to reunite
Within yourself and within your mind
Let's find peace there
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[Mr. Legendary]

Wehrmacht.-Red
Lt. Rogers-Cyan
There was a loud thud behind his form, words spoken, and slowly they followed up 10 feet behind him to tell him some news.

"Captain, there was some object below. Your lightning hit something metal."

"How can this be? I sensed it before you even came to tell me. I control my lightning. How can there be someone out there, and under my storm, at the least. Find this intruder that might disrupt my path to the Temple. When you find him, send me a a message back of what possible threat he has on interrupting this operation."

"Yes, sir. Before I leave, I have information that your father sent me. He said 'Beware of the path you choose, your course of action with alter time itself'"

"I control time, Roger. I don't need a sympathy report from that man. If he wants to help so be it. He can stand back and watch me as I control my goal. Be gone at once."

"Aye, sir"

With that, Lt. Rogers was gone within an instant with his men. Spots cracked along the ground, being nothing more than 5 feet from over the temple. His eyes looked down at the stone walls that surrounded the edges. Gracefully, his form came from within the ground touching down on top of the temple. Cold eyes staring throughout the temple as they try to locate the source of energy that was being displayed through it. There was 5 high powered kings which were known as gods since they never die.

Stepping lightly upon the arch way into a door the energy hit him in the face like a hammer. His eyes focused upon 5 great seats upon steps. There they were; the 5 kings. Their energy like non other, but they sensed his power. They senses his ambition, but showed no sign that they knew of his momentum. They were powerful, but they were weak to him. They grew stronger over centuries, and they knew I grew stronger over days. Their faces evenly matched with masks and helms, their armor the same golden colored, but worn in different styles along their body, and their eyes the same color, which blazed down upon the skin of any intruder that dared walk through and past the magical barrier into their solemn temple.

"You have intruded our temple."

"You have stepped foot through our door without warning."

"You're one of the strongest person to step to face us."

"We shall show you no mercy. No god can save you now."

"Your arrogance to defeat us is without doubt the stupidest thing you can possibly come to decide."

"I've come on my own will. I've come to bring all five of you down at the same time, and with that you're prepared for battle. You've known of my plan for quite some time. I know that you're not that stupid, but to think I'm stupid for coming to take all five of your positions into one, will be your fatal flaw. Thinking I'm to weak to fight all five of you at the same time, is also a fatal flaw. Gods can't die, but if what they stand for falls, then soon they wither away and become forgotten. I've known if you fall in battle, you lose all hope, and you become nothing more than a curse in time. I control time. You're nothing."

Bringing around his right elbow towards the kings, his scythe formed within his right hand from black smoke. The kings began to stand up in distaste. They moved slow, this was something that he was doing. His right hand portrayed on the scythe, bringing darkness around with one strike, soon the strike came outwards, sending a burning black rage towards the kings form. By the time they would have the ability to calculate and process what was coming towards them, they would be already fallen in battle. The time slowed down more, and the blackness submerged through each chest, coming out from the other side. Each dropped to their knees, as the time became back to normal. Their eyes blazing, but soon died out.

"How did you defeat us so easily?!"

"Easily. I'm the god of all beginnings, and ends."

With that, all five of them fell to their face onto the ground. None moving, but only the taste of defeat. Flicking his scythe back into the air, a sudden, but chill voice came into his head. Their mind link flowing faster, as Rogers began to be scared. He could sense his emotions, and knew that this person, or whatever, was stronger than what was out there.

"It's something you have to see. This person, he's strong. His energy level matches about right with yours. Hurry up and come."

"Alright, I'm on my way. Head back to the ship."

Bringing his right foot towards the ground, his form dispersed into smoke. He was standing where his Lt used to stand. His eyes narrowed to see a figure just out in the rain. He could see the male good, but he couldn't sense anything great about his energy. "Was this what my energy's like? That can't be right." He thought to himself. Stepping outwards, the rain seemed to bounce off something surrounding his form. Something magical that was projecting the rain away from his clothes and skin. He was the god of all beginnings and ends. Everything had to have a beginning, such as: Time, Nature, Planets, and People. And everything died.

"Whom arr you? Before you ask, I'm Wehrmacht. I'm head God of Olympus, since Zeus fell to my strength. I ask for your name, and your background."

[Ran]

The males words seemed to reach his ears, but alas, he didn't care. Gripping the katana within his hand while his other rested peacefully atop the blade that was constantly being struck with the high powered electricity. He stared with pure indifference at the male who was directly across from him, he could tell he was powerful, and he had seen the other males frightened expression. It's a shame, he hadn't even released a fraction of his strength, and yet they were treating him like some uber-powerful threat.

“My name and background? You won't live long enough to remember it.”

He spoke softly, but his voice instantly transmitting within the 'Gods' ears. He was powerful, that was very true. But it wouldn't be enough to ruffle a single hair on his head, he sighed softly before he flicked the the hilt of his tachi. The lightning that had crashed into his blade had been absorbed and changed at once, with a small bristle of his lips wires sprouted out from the end of the tachi and dug into his arms at various locations. Pulsing with a slight blue aura, the blade became slightly translucent and gave a slight red tint to it. He sighed once more, the lightning ripping out of the flat side of the blade. Turning portions of the sand around it into glass, small shards of it at least. It barreled forward with insane speed, moving at fifty thousand meters per second(160,000mph) and burning at thirty three thousand degrees Celsius. Aiming to strike him directly in the chest..
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[Mr. Legendary]

His glazed pressed up towards his opponent as he spoke such silly words. These words seemed to reach his ears, but die sometime along the way towards his brain. His mind transfixed on something else. When the flicking of the energy that devoured over the blade came visible to the eye, he knew he wouldn't need anymore words to express what he was about to do. Pressing his hands in his pocket, his mind moved towards the area slightly behind his opponent. His body began to fall, and soon his form was displaced through the air. Slowly, his feet came to a resting point on the ground, touching it the flat of his feet among it as he has been gliding within the air.

"Young one. You underestimate people to easily. Such as an attack to charge up would take to long to even reach me, much less make it out of the sword before it touched me. You question my Intelligence? I'll give you a question of mine own. Can you dodge this?"

They were shoulder to shoulder, but back of shoulder to back of shoulder. Moving outwards was his right arm, as it came over with a sling shot formation. The air rolled under the arm, moving it outwards. A sword appeared within his hand. The feathery crescent on the sword was the same one that was at the head of the scythe. They were the same weapon, but within different forms. This was the Sword of Doom. Perplexing his right elbow downwards, moving it backwards towards the right shoulder of his opponent. The sword came down with blinding speed, but not as fast as he could send it. It rolled, buckling towards the male's right shoulder, in an attempt to tear it off.

Unfortunately, that was the last time he could shadow step within his human form for the next hour. Human's form had limits, and revealing his true form would destroy earth, and this desert into oblivion. However, his speed came into the form, transfixing it through his body and legs whenever he needed it. His human body had limits like every other human body, but his was modified by Daedalus to withstand speed and strength throughout it, but not the force of shadow or flash stepping.

"My power, and you power has a gap between it. The only difference is that I know how to control mine." He managed to speak out before his sword would arrive at the male's shoulder.

[Ran]

His eyes caught the intricate movement of his opponents steps, his lightning back into the sand over them as the foolish males came directly for his shoulder. The males sword stopped a few inches from his skin, a small green figure grasping the blade and pushed it back away from him. His face remaining completely impassive as he hoisted the tachi from the ground and tilted the dlat side towards him.

“The true difference between our power is that you do not how to use it.”

He spoke, his voice like a thousand frozen daggers piercing the others heart as he snapped the heart barriers off of the blade, the heat the blade contained snapped out and ravaged the entire area, turning the glass all around him into pure, fresh glass. The heat snapped out instantly, his skin getting a faint flush of color but other than that. Not a single lick of damage on him. How, might you ask? The blade runs on his own energy as well as atmospheric discharges due to the blades ion core which converts the energy and atmospheric charges into lightning. In turn, that lightning is also impregnated with his own energy which allowed him to be immune to his own attacks. As long as regarded the lightning. He also had barriers set up along the blade which only activate once energy is being poured into it. On command, the barrier itself can also be shut down releasing the true heat and electrical capabilities of the blade. The katana which he held in his left hand, Tsukiko Kasumo, or Moonchilds Mist, has the ability to summon the users true wish to life in front of him. Thanks to the blades extraordinary power, it also has the ability to deflect, counter, and stop physical attacks as well as absorb elemental based attacks. Which is what redirected the other males silly blade.

He gave a small sigh as the heat should have overcame the other male and boiled him into a bubbling mass of flesh at his feet, the temperature would be.. oh.. thirty three thousand degrees Celsius..
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[Mr. Legendary]

Pressing his right foot onto the ground his right foot came onto the ground, pressing forwards, the blade that was caught by the opponents right hand was sent back upwards, and as soon as it came back up, his right hand slammed the blade back down, in an attempt to keep this male from drawing his blade. Moving on the ground, the blade cut into an angle coming towards the male's neck now. It zig-zagged and came downwards, coming towards the bottom of the male's neck where his shoulders and neck met. The weather turned from rain, to hail, and then to snow. It began to snow within the desert. His eyes focused mainly on the target, the blade was moving at lightning speed, or even faster than that of a strike of lightning. It was moving so fast, it sent a sonic boom shock wave towards his opponents form.

Moving his right foot from the ground that was bracing this attack, it was to late for the sword to stop. Within an eye blink, his right foot pressed off the ground, sending his knee towards the back of his foe. Suddenly, a burst came from the right knee in a beam that was liquid hot to the touch. Toxic Acid poured out the right knee, sending it towards the magical barrier that surrounded his form. The barrier was breakable, like everything else. The beam was skinny, but solid, and hard to notice with the darkness. The color of the beam was black, and blended in with the surroundings. Since the snow wasn't fully falling that much, it made no odd appearance. The beam was to weaken the shield, but to wound his opponent. Even though there was a barrier around his form, there could be some principals that were allowed through barriers, and that was Acid. Acid ate through almost anything, and it could eat through barriers. This acid was made for magical barriers, and it was heading toward one.

As soon as it would reach the barrier, it would each through it, and with that it would go straight through with the speed of lighting, attaching towards the opponents form. When it feasted on something, the acid grew. It never washed off, and it never disappeared. It would grow and grow and within 5 minutes his opponent would be nothing but bones on the ground. This was already come at his form. The Sword, and the acid, which one would he decided to dodge? Which one would he know was the deadliest? Did he think any attack could be deadly? If so, would he just let the beam penetrate off the barrier, and not worry about it touching his form? How could he know that this was acid? Much-less, acid that could eat through anything?

(( I don't fully understand your post, and how your barrier works, but if you want me to re-post and explain to me what your barrier is then that's ok, but on second not here is my post. It's all I could think of for something like that, and it's an interruption post, to stop you from unsheathing your Hachi.))

[Fizz]

Okay ProX's Judging Comes First.

Creativity: 0
You earned this because I've personally, as well as many other people who can agree with me on this, have seen wayyyy too many god-like characters. And plus, by the way I'm reading your posts. You seem sort of like Zues and Black Beard Mixed together.

Realism: N/A, because this is Fantasy.

Writing Style: 1
Your writing is just like the other guy's Instant Karma's. It's a chore to read your writing, so much so that I feel sorry enough for you to give you a single point.

Detail/Conciseness: 0
Your writing was over simplistic toward the end, filled with typos and sentence errors. You really had no tactility whatsoever, and hardly did a damned thing. You fucked your girl, whom I think is your mom, and left. Didn't even describe a good setting. You fail because it all sucked.

Grand Total: 1

Ran's Judging:

Creativety: 4
I love the originality that I could see in your character, as well as the repeat thing. I enjoy the samurai feel as much as any, but you really won me over with a simple move. You absorbed a lightning bolt through your sword, and diverted the energy back into the Earth to make it harmless. There are many smart and experienced people here, but this is something I found interesting. You actually did something slightly realistic in a fantasy based fight. Saying slightly meaning that if it were realistic, you'd've been fried by the lightning, but you get my point.

Realism: N/A.

Writing Style: 3
I didn't give you too much of a score here, but you are definately a lot better than ProX in this area. Your writing wasn't a chore to read, but in some areas I found it harder to keep reading than others.

Detail/Conciseness: 5
A five is normally common in this area when you tactically outsmart your opponent even if they are using a super-powered character. You managed to keep from being hurt by a super-powered (Retarded) character. And the detail with your setting, and the sword. I really thoroughly enjoyed reading your detail. You didn't use any words I had to look up which was nice, and you managed to actually kill your opponent before he had a chance to actually do a damn thing (he's just too hard-headed to admit a loss, so he posted again like a jack-ass).

Total: 12

Winner: Ran
Loser: ProX
Deathpost: Granted
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Do you give full consent and willingness to allow Pyramid Head, The Fiend. Full Right, Opportunity, and Happiness as he slaughters you, disembowls you, and not limited to the shredding of your body and every limb attached to you. That also includes but not keeping out the possible tampering of your life, keeping you still alive while the painful and agonizing death is done and until you are finally left to die and rot. -Pyramid Head

Nicknames:
Mustakrakish[No comment Needed.]
1337[It explains how Ballsy I am.]
Slutty McSlutFace [Yeah. . So. . ? I'm a necro, what of it. After I rip someone's skin off, I gotta rape'm.]
Captain McMuffin [Spawned from Superbad and Call of Duty MW2]
Taco McButterbeans [Don't ask.]
Fizz [ /whois Fizz on Nexxus. ]
Fizzler [ Given to me by people on Lucid. ]
Diamond nips Fizz [ It happens when it's 10 degrees outside. ]

[Mr. Legendary]

The moment had came and gone, but now was the time to act. The time was ticking away, but what did he have to fear? This foolish being with the wish to kill a god. Movements was all that made a difference in a fight. The movement to attack, or the movement to defend. There wasn't much difference in the two movements, but the posture that took each movement was different. What could be said to act out on such aggression, other than to defend such attacks. Or why defend and not attack? There's many ways that can break barriers, and many ways that can break down opponents. Barriers were only slowing down death, but in the end, death cannot be stopped. Death is not a being, but a passion. It does not feed, but prevents. It's out there not to destroy, but to consume. What is death? Some may ask, while others may seem to think they know. There is only one thing that can totally describe death. That thing is no object, nor is it matter, but something beyond that. It's a belief that one day all man-kind and other species out there will soon find peace within this universe, but the truth is, there can never be peace while there are people above others in power and skill. There can never be peace with Gods and Demons, with Terror and Fear. Peace does not exist, it only prevents. Peace prevents death, and within that death, there's no peace, but only misfortune.

His eye caught the side of his samurai opponents blade. Within that second nothing else could make perfect sense, and nothing else was going to make sense again. Suddenly, there was an oncoming of force that drew backwards with an incredible velocity. Heat scorched outwards into the rain, which fell down as cold as ice shards onto the ground. The movements swayed towards the side, cutting downwards onto the flames as they endorsed outwards trying to consume the form of the being. Both feet planted backwards into the ground, which slide into the mud, as his form was pushed backwards by the oncoming force of whatever was coming from his opponent. His opponent had underestimated such a being. Such power which had gone to waste because underestimation had came into play. The heat devoured not more than ten feet outwards, which then the coldness of the rain pushed it downwards, and drenched it outwards. The rain drenched down onto the shield that laid over the being, but the heat never got past it.

Narrowing eyes laid downwards onto his opponent, but he knew he couldn't make not even a false move. The time has come, but there was nothing that could be done in the time that he had. The time was to go on the defensive, and hopefully an attack would play out. This was his strategy.

Grasping in the right hand was his shield, and in the other hand was a 4 foot long sword, which laid as black as the day. These were called the dou of the storm, and soon they would be used to what their names put out to.

"So, you think that a small fire work show can stop me? I liked the amusement, but try harder."

The rain began to grow think as the atmosphere began to change within the rain drops. Think toxin polluted the rain and energy within the atmosphere, as the rain began to become more acidic, but this bounced from the defensive barrier around his form from the rain. His eyes danced out like small red lights, which dazzled as the wind blew from all directions, leading the toxin throughout all the energy within the surrounding atmosphere.

[Mr. Legendary]

think=thick.

[Ran]

You do realize the heat would turn that rain in vapor, right?
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[Hyperion]

Uhm. A minor judgment on Fizz's judgment.

Creativity: 0

You used the same grading scale as every other judge I've seen on this blasted site. You gave very little detail on your opinion, and you then proceeded by insulting one of the combatants (not that he doesn't deserve it.). Now, I'm going to continue using the very same grading scale.

Realism: Lol, what?

Writing Style: 0

From what I've seen, you write like every other grammar nazi out there. Learn to add some life to your writing, hun. I could totally quote another user on here, but I'll just cut to the "loltastic" part.

Shit was riveting, let me tell you.

Detail/Conciseness: 1
Though I damned hate your way of writing, I will admit that you put some effort into that. About as much effort as you do while gi--

Wait, that's another story.

Total: 1

On a side note, I believe that Ran has the upper hand in this one. The heat produced by Ran - at the distance that they are at - would overwhelm ProXer2.

Try again later, babe.
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[SEED]

ProX, I'm not sure if you fully understand. You have met your end. Your life is extinguished. Ran burned you harder than the rug burn Amarinth gave Keiro. There was a judgment for the death post. You have been slain. Accept it. There is always possible rematches.

As for that sex scene? What the fuck? Depraved of your sexual ambitions lately?
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The Lord wishes it to be, so be.
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[SEED]

ProX, I'm not sure if you fully understand. You have met your end. Your life is extinguished. Ran burned you harder than the rug burn Amarinth gave Keiro. There was a judgment for the death post. You have been slain. Accept it. There is always possible rematches.

As for that sex scene? What the fuck? Depraved of your sexual ambitions lately?
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The Lord wishes it to be, so be.
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[Odium]

ITT:

cybering.

also, @Hyperion: what the fuck? I'm a Grammar Nazi and my writing is superfantastico.

on another note,

how many losses has Prodigy taken altogether now? 15?
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Soon he will lose himself in the wings of his own wordless stanza.

[Mr. Legendary]

I should be 7-8 right now, but the people didn't freaking validate yet, and it has been about 2 months, so yeah. There was one where I beat Anubis, but he validated in his favor, and he forfeited the match, so yeah. I've been cheated out on some points, but that'll be alright.

[Ran]

Well I think you're toast, gonna validate?
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[Ran]

The fight has been won by: Ran

Points after this fight:
Ran: 1630 points,
ProXer2: 667 points,
Comment of the challenger:
D=
Comment of the opponent:
.m