Alamandra Vonn Pravus
Dungeon Spirit
Oh hi there. PLEASE STAY AWHILE. I INSIST. You probably have stumbled across this as an accident, but I assure you, stay for awhile. Eat a few of our delicious biscuits with jam and tea. Can I interest you in a crumpet? Or my jacuzzi? Please, stay awhile. Read this post, and please play.
or i’ll kill you
In, November, 2015, a very odd thing happened. Across the world, leaders and large political figures of countries, territories, and states all collapsed. One face planted into a bowl of scathing hot soup, one tumbled over a railing, and one even collapsed into the path of a rather fast moving taxi. Ambulances race to the site only to shake heads. All of them were dead. There was no explanation, no evidence of any foul play. A logical explanation would be a heart attack, but all at the same time? Coordinated body shut downs? How could that happen? While strange, there was no explanation for it. It could not be explained, as if it was caused by magic. A few days later after that incident, there was a coup in the United Kingdom. Across the world, other countries followed suit, and by the time 24 hours were over, almost every country had been overthrown. However, a few remained unharmed, and actually flourished, even though there was a lack of other countries to trade to and the fact that depression was quickly taking over other countries along with the coup members. England seemed to be benefiting the most, oddly, as the Queen had been dethroned. However, the reason for the prosperity was soon discovered: The Rothschild family was in charge now.
A few weeks later, the strong smell of tea fills a room, and the smell reveals to us it is breakfast. The tea is English Breakfast, the meal is toast with marmalade, bangers and rashers, and the person eating this meal is James Astoria. For the Rothschild, James Astoria is a good friend. He tells them what to do, they do it, and they get money. A good deal. However, they are blissfully unaware of how they are totally his puppet and that the strings attached to them are unbreakable. He controls every action of them. The Rothschild family was part of a larger plot. They have even more profit now, but they are only supporting a much larger evil group. Who is this evil group you ask? The League of Royalty. But of course, in a few months, the League of Royalty would be controlled by another group, and that source would be controlled by another group, and it would all lead back to James, elegantly clad in a snow white suit. Little did James know that he had a massive target sign on his back, ever since he stole a rather special vintage typing device from a cue ball headed man who ran a gang involving a educated game involving smacking different colored balls with sticks.
A year passes. Burger King sat at the head of a grand table, made out of a now extinct tree. Money can buy great things. He, as the leader of the League of Royalty, had almost unlimited cash in hand. The recent death of Ronald MC The Donald certainly had helped. But there was something missing. The plans were going fine, the resistance was being quashed, he had boatloads of backers and allies, but he was missing something. Entertainment. So on the fateful day, he called together the League of Royalty, booted up the interdimensional character summoner, and began talking about his plan. His plan to build a great arena, and have many come from far and wide, varying in power and strength, speed and skill, and have them fight to the death in a battle royale. Glorious gory entertainment. The League of Royalty were supportive of this idea, and a bill was passed. So began the construction of the arena. But little did the League know that this decision had not been made by them. The Illuminati had decided it months ago.
On Mars, the Rad Planet, Bruce Lee had stood up and shoved aside his guards. He wanted to see the plans for it. As the Leader of the Illuminati, he wanted to see how his plans would unfold. Unrolling the blue scroll of paper, a smile slowly spread across his face. This would be wonderful to watch. Rolling up the map, he pulled out a small silver key and unlocked the door to his treasure room. Passing by his many other achievements, Bruce Lee pulled out his mightiest achievement out of a golden bpx: His clone of the book “Genocide for Dummies.” By the end of the game, he would have a lot of fun blowing the whole place up with a shower of hellfire, meteorites, and warheads. Tucking the book under his arm, he marched off to the giant pyramid in the center of his base. The eye on the pyramid slowly blinked as it looked off into the distance, at the blue planet of earth.
Things went smoothly after the plans were seen as pleasing to Bruce Lee. The arena went up surprisingly fast, but a few kinks had to be worked out before. Mainly, who were to fight? Anyone? And so it was decided. Anyone could join, to test their might. In the end, the last one standing would win. But there was always the fear that “What if they broke out?” What if? What if the game was put down by a few party poopers? So security was added. Another year of construction passed by. Layer after layer of death and destruction surrounded the arena. Even Bruce Lee said that it was all but impossible to break out. But there was still that fear. James was unconcerned though. Brushing aside the concerned critics, he decided to go ahead and start the game.
So the portal is booted up. The swirling void has no mercy, and tears away worthy fighters from their homes. They are called to the battlefield. Confused, disoriented- and having the urge, the burning feeling inside them to KILL.
or i’ll kill you
In, November, 2015, a very odd thing happened. Across the world, leaders and large political figures of countries, territories, and states all collapsed. One face planted into a bowl of scathing hot soup, one tumbled over a railing, and one even collapsed into the path of a rather fast moving taxi. Ambulances race to the site only to shake heads. All of them were dead. There was no explanation, no evidence of any foul play. A logical explanation would be a heart attack, but all at the same time? Coordinated body shut downs? How could that happen? While strange, there was no explanation for it. It could not be explained, as if it was caused by magic. A few days later after that incident, there was a coup in the United Kingdom. Across the world, other countries followed suit, and by the time 24 hours were over, almost every country had been overthrown. However, a few remained unharmed, and actually flourished, even though there was a lack of other countries to trade to and the fact that depression was quickly taking over other countries along with the coup members. England seemed to be benefiting the most, oddly, as the Queen had been dethroned. However, the reason for the prosperity was soon discovered: The Rothschild family was in charge now.
A few weeks later, the strong smell of tea fills a room, and the smell reveals to us it is breakfast. The tea is English Breakfast, the meal is toast with marmalade, bangers and rashers, and the person eating this meal is James Astoria. For the Rothschild, James Astoria is a good friend. He tells them what to do, they do it, and they get money. A good deal. However, they are blissfully unaware of how they are totally his puppet and that the strings attached to them are unbreakable. He controls every action of them. The Rothschild family was part of a larger plot. They have even more profit now, but they are only supporting a much larger evil group. Who is this evil group you ask? The League of Royalty. But of course, in a few months, the League of Royalty would be controlled by another group, and that source would be controlled by another group, and it would all lead back to James, elegantly clad in a snow white suit. Little did James know that he had a massive target sign on his back, ever since he stole a rather special vintage typing device from a cue ball headed man who ran a gang involving a educated game involving smacking different colored balls with sticks.
A year passes. Burger King sat at the head of a grand table, made out of a now extinct tree. Money can buy great things. He, as the leader of the League of Royalty, had almost unlimited cash in hand. The recent death of Ronald MC The Donald certainly had helped. But there was something missing. The plans were going fine, the resistance was being quashed, he had boatloads of backers and allies, but he was missing something. Entertainment. So on the fateful day, he called together the League of Royalty, booted up the interdimensional character summoner, and began talking about his plan. His plan to build a great arena, and have many come from far and wide, varying in power and strength, speed and skill, and have them fight to the death in a battle royale. Glorious gory entertainment. The League of Royalty were supportive of this idea, and a bill was passed. So began the construction of the arena. But little did the League know that this decision had not been made by them. The Illuminati had decided it months ago.
On Mars, the Rad Planet, Bruce Lee had stood up and shoved aside his guards. He wanted to see the plans for it. As the Leader of the Illuminati, he wanted to see how his plans would unfold. Unrolling the blue scroll of paper, a smile slowly spread across his face. This would be wonderful to watch. Rolling up the map, he pulled out a small silver key and unlocked the door to his treasure room. Passing by his many other achievements, Bruce Lee pulled out his mightiest achievement out of a golden bpx: His clone of the book “Genocide for Dummies.” By the end of the game, he would have a lot of fun blowing the whole place up with a shower of hellfire, meteorites, and warheads. Tucking the book under his arm, he marched off to the giant pyramid in the center of his base. The eye on the pyramid slowly blinked as it looked off into the distance, at the blue planet of earth.
Things went smoothly after the plans were seen as pleasing to Bruce Lee. The arena went up surprisingly fast, but a few kinks had to be worked out before. Mainly, who were to fight? Anyone? And so it was decided. Anyone could join, to test their might. In the end, the last one standing would win. But there was always the fear that “What if they broke out?” What if? What if the game was put down by a few party poopers? So security was added. Another year of construction passed by. Layer after layer of death and destruction surrounded the arena. Even Bruce Lee said that it was all but impossible to break out. But there was still that fear. James was unconcerned though. Brushing aside the concerned critics, he decided to go ahead and start the game.
So the portal is booted up. The swirling void has no mercy, and tears away worthy fighters from their homes. They are called to the battlefield. Confused, disoriented- and having the urge, the burning feeling inside them to KILL.
RULES [GENERAL]
- There are two ways to win. A), you kill everyone else, or B) Killing James. Killing James Astoria does require breaking out, which is a tad bit tricky, but I’m sure you can make it past all the layers of security.
- You have three posts per turn. One turn is the gap of time between when I quote posts and respond to posts.
- Nullposts do not count toward the limit, but you cannot spam nullposts or use them for something totally...stupid. Like randomly saying random things. Nulls are supposed to ask questions, or or to do other game related stuff.
RULES [CHARACTERS]
- You may join anytime with a character.
- You do not need a character app, though a brief description would be helpful for me and for other players.
- Your character cannot be overpowered. For example, you cannot be god. Duh.
- If a character dies, they will revive after one turn.
- Your character has a set health of 20.
- Armor can be added to your set health, up to +50 armor. Armor serves as extra hitpoints.
- For every post, you must put your player tag, which is the level in bracket (more below), your health, and your name. For example, if my name is catfish and my level is 3 my tag would be [3] 5/20-Catfish.
RULES [ACTIONS]
- You may do as many actions as you wish in a post. However, effectiveness will go down for the amount of attacks.
- Actions can be any reasonable attack. If it is overpowered like “”Everyone dies except me” it will fail due to arena commands.
- You can use a wide range of almost any items in your attacks.
- You can also not attack for one of your actions. Walking, talking, anything really.
RULES [DAMAGE]
- When attacking another player or a entity, damage will be dealt. When you are attacked, you will be damaged.
- Attack damage will be decided by me.
- Factors in attack damage is the number of actions in a post, your level, and weather/ terrain, as well as what the attack actually was.
- Attacks cannot OHKO players or bosses, but can OHKO hostile entities.
RULES [ENTITIES]
- You can spawn entities.
- Your entities can be taken control of by James or the other Arena controllers.
- Hostile entities will spawn from time to time. They will use the [HOSTILE] tag.
- There will be boss entities, which have much higher health and attack then normal entities. They will use the [BOSS] tag.
- Entities take x1,000 damage from attacks, based off of the attack DMG to a player.
RULES [TERRAIN AND WEATHER]
- Terrain and weather can change rapidly over a few turns.
- Players and entities can affect weather.
- Weather and terrain can have positive and negative effects. In the terrain info, if it will benefit your character, please explicitly state that in your action post.
- Weather and terrain can spawn entities.
RULES [CLANS]
- Clans can be formed.
- To have a clan form, players should request “I would like to form a clan with [Other player name(s)]. If the other players agree to the clan, it will be created.
- You will have to use a clan tag. The user who wanted to create the clan will name it. Using my earlier example of the player catfish, we will add a clan tag. [GD] [3] 5/20-Catfish
- Clan members cannot damage each other.
- To leave a clan, you must request “I would like to leave my clan.”
ACT I
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Current Terrain: Grassy plain with roughly waist high grass. Beware of death by a thousand grass/paper cuts. A few rolling hills, but nothing too serious. Easy to flood, 50% flood chance next turn. Flammable, but moist. Lightning will ignite grass.
Weather: 85% Humidity, rain next turn. +2 damage to all nautical players and nautical entities.
The game is now open.
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Current Terrain: Grassy plain with roughly waist high grass. Beware of death by a thousand grass/paper cuts. A few rolling hills, but nothing too serious. Easy to flood, 50% flood chance next turn. Flammable, but moist. Lightning will ignite grass.
Weather: 85% Humidity, rain next turn. +2 damage to all nautical players and nautical entities.
The game is now open.
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ing hell. Plus, some watery mermaids just spawned, and it's flooding. Just great.
