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 Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2005 12:26 pm
I think I'll try something a little different for an arena. This is the Programmer's Tower. Here in this special room fighters are being evaluated by the programmer, seeing if their skill is great. To test their skill, their memories have been copied and locations and events in said fighter's existance can be projected by advanced hologram technology, causing for a unique experience each time there is a fight here.
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Posted: Sat Aug 06, 2005 7:31 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2005 12:12 pm
anyone on want to fight here?
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2005 10:56 am
i will fight.... i guess....
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2005 10:58 am
ll gladly fight here... lol
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2005 11:10 am
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2005 11:15 am
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2005 11:24 am
do you want to fight...))
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2005 11:29 am
Zauriel do you want to fight...)) sure, but i dont know what to do wen you fight..... never done it before. sweatdrop
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2005 11:40 am
Well, i haven't fought here before, but i have read some fights and have anidea of what to do. We both only get ten posts, and we can't control each others actions etc... and a judge determines the winner.))
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2005 11:42 am
Zauriel Well, i haven't fought here before, but i have read some fights and have anidea of what to do. We both only get ten posts, and we can't control each others actions etc... and a judge determines the winner.)) ok easy enough.... and i read that we cant edit past posts.... wihout consent....
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2005 11:51 am
Azurite stared at the wall for centuries, his white eyes unblinking. The angel waited fro the door on said wall to move, so he could be cured from his itch, for a fight that was. As he waited, his mind always raced, with thoughts of various things, like pondering his former life, his angelic existence, whatever. All the while, his mind subconsciously kept tabs on his surroundings, for many hated the angel, and would kill for a chance to......kill him. The weapon he wielder rested at his side, appearing as nothing more than a simple sword hilt, it lacked a blade. His large, white wings were folded carefu;lly upon his strong back, and his grey skin gleamed under a faint light.
One.
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2005 11:55 am
Zauriel Azurite stared at the wall for centuries, his white eyes unblinking. The angel waited fro the door on said wall to move, so he could be cured from his itch, for a fight that was. As he waited, his mind always raced, with thoughts of various things, like pondering his former life, his angelic existence, whatever. All the while, his mind subconsciously kept tabs on his surroundings, for many hated the angel, and would kill for a chance to......kill him. The weapon he wielder rested at his side, appearing as nothing more than a simple sword hilt, it lacked a blade. His large, white wings were folded carefu;lly upon his strong back, and his grey skin gleamed under a faint light.One. one. (edit: i going outside wont respond to next post. cya..... edited at 2:30 central time....)
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2005 12:32 pm
*walks in* i made it!*sits to watch battle*
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2005 6:41 pm
[quote="gamemaniac]
game slowly crawled up to "the angel". He was being paid to kill him. It didnt matter how... he just had to collect one of his feathers to prove he did kill him. All it would take was two blows from his daggers to his trachea and the main artery. He should then drop dead.... but he didnt know how this being functioned... so he snuck in for the kill. one. (edit: i going outside wont respond to next post. cya..... edited at 2:30 central time....)
Boredom sat into Azurite's mind, and he stretched out his whole body in a yawn. His wings unfolded as he did, and they brushed against something behind him. Azurite responeded with the speeed of the gods, and grabbed the sword from his waist. A blade of fire erupted from the mystical weapon, and it glowed in the semi-dark room. a man was crouched in front of Azurite, a weapon concealed in his hands. The angel himself pointed his weapon at the rogue in intimidation before he spoke.
"Assassin! What is the meaning of this?! May the wrath of the Gods drive my blade into your wicked heart, fool!"
Azurite spread his massive wings, and coiled his body as low to the ground as possisble, and his steady, grey hand held his sword forward. At once, he sprung off the ground and flew at the assassin at speeds in excess of 90 mph, righteous anger burning in his angelic eyes. As he soared at the boy, he did something unexpected: he screamed. The power the scream held was unmatched by any voice of the earth. Those in things in the sound's path were shook and vibrated with unstoppable force. At the touch, walls cracked, organs were vibrated to the point of explosion, and even steel was melted. But the cry was not at it's strongest however. The angel had weakened it intentionally. The most damage it would do is cause excruciating pain to the assassin, and possible cause his eardrums to burst. That would be enough to keep the boy offgaurd as the angel attacked.
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