ravenstorture
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- A place with my earmuffs trying to zone out Toto v
- Seen Jun 14, 2005
Everything, the drones, the city ship, Xero, were all pulled into the void at the center of the universe. As it crunched down, colossal amounts of energy and light were expelled and trapped, which added to the final implosion. All points of the universe simultaneously folded over one another, beginning the implosion. A massive cross of light erupts out into a dimensional void, where huge, fierce electric storms rage across a barren infinity. The cross of light began to intensify, to the point where it?s borders were rupturing, energy shooting off at all degrees. Finally, the cross broke its barriers, and buckled, its points all falling towards the center. There was an eruption, titanic, overwhelming. The dimensional void itself was in a flux, as the universe ended. The cross of light was no more, and everything faded. The dimensional void shifted back to normal, the storms continuing as they had and would forever.
There were no victors in this battle. Nor were there any losers. It was a stalemate at best.
And now it was all over.
The End of the Universe.
But it was not the End of the warriors. No.
It was merely the beginning.
Caught in the focal point of a universal collision, the Cityship was not destroyed like everything else. Rather, it survived, but only just. Hull Integrity was borderlining at critical. The surviving crew had managed to escape inside the ship, the only thing seperating them from a dimensional void being a few inches of metal, slowly wearing away and buckling.
They were flung through the void until, by chance, the Ship crossed the path of a massive 'white hole'. Unlike it's black counterpart, a white hole drew matter in from the void, and spewed it out into the vastness of space. Space existing in one of countless alternate universes. And they fell into one of them.
The Cityship drifted for a few days at best. No-one was concious after passing through the white hole. By the time they awoke from their slumber, the Cityship had crashed on a massive planet, one which easily dwarfed the likes of Jupiter.
The planet itself was frighteningly like earth. Landmasses spread over a large ocean, with various climates covering the lands. From cold, tussocky plains to tranquil green pine forests. But the odd thing about this planet wasn't even on the planet itself. Nay, it was high above it.
There were four moons. One moon in the Eastern sky, one in the West, and another two in the North and South. Each one corresponded with the extremes of the region it stood for. For example, the northern part of the planet was, for the most part, quite cold. Therefore, the Northern Moon was a Barely-Inhabitable snowy wasteland. The Eastern Moon was covered in green forests and tranquil lakes, just like most of the Eastern part of the world. To the South, there were quite a few tropical regions, and this too was reflected by the Southern Moon. Part of the Western world was a sandy, rugged wasteland, so too was the Western Moon. But there was one more abnormality that was the most striking.
Where the oceans of the world met, in the 'centre' of the world, there was a gigantic crevass. Masses of water poured into the endless hole, down to the centre of the earth, or so it seemed. And floating high above the huge crevass was an island. It hung in the sky, without any form of propulsion or flight. It seemed impossible, yet there it was. A Waterfall from the island joined the other torrents of water from the Oceans of the Earth, falling straight down the centre of the crevass. The whole area glowed with an eerie green tinge.
The Cityship crashed in a remote part of the planet. Alone, the survivors began rebuilding their lives. But they weren't alone for long. Soon, they found the native inhabitants of the planet. They were human-like beings, not unlike the humans from earth. They were quite technologically advanced, with knowledge of advanced physics and other complex theories. The warriors and survivors from the Cityship intergrated into society quickly, most of them into a nearby town. A few of the crew migrated, moving to other parts of the planet. Eventually, they became adjusted to life on the planet.
That was Five hundred years ago. Throughout the generations, the fighting spirit has faded. The descendants of the Legendary warriors of the past have had no need to fight, and such, have lost the skill and much of power they once had. The mythologies and legends still remain, though; Tales of their forefathers, amazing fighters who had the power to expell energy at will. But in recent times, even the stories have been forgotten. In the post-urban jungle, neo-industrialisation is turning many of the massive cities in the West into decaying, polluted ghost-towns. More money is being spent on researching colonisation in space. Unrest is rising in the once peaceful world.
And among it all, there are a few who wish to remove themselves from the strifes and troubles of the world. Those who wish to persue the same paths as their ancestors; That of Power. From across the globe, they have all headed to a sanctuary in the forests of the Eastern world. 'The Sanctum', as it is known, is the last remaining testament to the ways of the past. A muesem of sorts--On the surface, at least. Underneath, The Sanctum is so much more. From an Archive of information, to a huge martial arts college.
Hard to believe it is all managed by one creature. His name is Tonberry. From the fartherest reaches of the universe, Tonberry is a fighter-come-historian, but he is young, and his power still unbridled, his skill undeveloped. But, like those who have gathered at the Sanctum, through his veins flows a blood that lusts for conflict, for the fight.
Like their fore-fathers, they will learn the way of the sword, the way of the warrior. It all begins here.
Looking at the newly-arrived fighters, Tonberry smiles. There's more than he thought there'd be. He hands out a registration sheet to each of them.
Name: Full Name, along with any Nicknames.
Age: Your Age, in years.
Race: What race you belong to. (Reminder; There are no pure-blooded Saiyajins here, because of half-and-half offspring, and such.)(No one will be half saiyan or so on. The most is probably a bit in your blood but that's it. No one will be able to turn super-saiyan or above, nor will anyone come close.)
Height: in Feet/Inches.
Description: Physical Description.
Personality: Behaviour patterns, likes/dislikes, etc.
Along with the Registration sheets, Tonberry hands each person a PSM. Personal Statistics Monitor. With these, monitoring your training becomes much easier, as the PSM can give you exact readings of Strength levels, Fatigue levels, and other useful information.
Tonberry smiles at the applicants, pointing down a hallway. Down it, there are several doors, each lettered from A through Z. They are all dormatories. Each is big enough to accomodate two people.
Tonberry: Please, feel free to pick your own Dorm rooms. Choose whichever you want; Except for Dorm E--I'm staying in there.
With that, he smiled, and walked back to his Dorm. Before he entered the door, he turned back to face the students.
Tonberry: Leave those forms on the table in the lobby. And welcome to the Sanctum.
He opened the door, and closed it behind him. Everyone took their issued pens, and began filling out the forms.
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Anyone can sign up as long as you have good spelling and grammar and your posts don't have a lot of slang in them. Pretty much where everyone can read and understand them. You don't have to talk perfect and such how this story was written. Just normal like you would in any other RPG here. So it's nothing formal and such as it may seem. This is a fun RPG I used to be in quite a few years back at another message board, so don't give credit to me because I didn't write it.
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Name: Maron
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Race: Mostly human(what the people on this new planet will be referred to as) but has the normal fighting abilities because of saiyajin ancestors.
Height: 5'10''
Description: Long blue hair, blue eyes, light skin. Wears jeans, a white shirts and a denim like vest. Sorta like Android 16. Black boots.
Personality: Just a normal, fun to be around person. Not the strongest person, but never gives up and always gives everything her all. She becomes somewhat more powerful whenever she is angered or sad, but nothing like a super-saiyan. Everything else will pretty much unfold as we go along.(That's about it. You don't have to write much in personality, because I never liked to and my head starts to hurt whenever I try and think of it lol!)
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That's about it. Unless you find a hole in something or you have questions, feel free to PM me about it. Any help is greatly appreciated.
-Piro
There were no victors in this battle. Nor were there any losers. It was a stalemate at best.
And now it was all over.
The End of the Universe.
But it was not the End of the warriors. No.
It was merely the beginning.
Caught in the focal point of a universal collision, the Cityship was not destroyed like everything else. Rather, it survived, but only just. Hull Integrity was borderlining at critical. The surviving crew had managed to escape inside the ship, the only thing seperating them from a dimensional void being a few inches of metal, slowly wearing away and buckling.
They were flung through the void until, by chance, the Ship crossed the path of a massive 'white hole'. Unlike it's black counterpart, a white hole drew matter in from the void, and spewed it out into the vastness of space. Space existing in one of countless alternate universes. And they fell into one of them.
The Cityship drifted for a few days at best. No-one was concious after passing through the white hole. By the time they awoke from their slumber, the Cityship had crashed on a massive planet, one which easily dwarfed the likes of Jupiter.
The planet itself was frighteningly like earth. Landmasses spread over a large ocean, with various climates covering the lands. From cold, tussocky plains to tranquil green pine forests. But the odd thing about this planet wasn't even on the planet itself. Nay, it was high above it.
There were four moons. One moon in the Eastern sky, one in the West, and another two in the North and South. Each one corresponded with the extremes of the region it stood for. For example, the northern part of the planet was, for the most part, quite cold. Therefore, the Northern Moon was a Barely-Inhabitable snowy wasteland. The Eastern Moon was covered in green forests and tranquil lakes, just like most of the Eastern part of the world. To the South, there were quite a few tropical regions, and this too was reflected by the Southern Moon. Part of the Western world was a sandy, rugged wasteland, so too was the Western Moon. But there was one more abnormality that was the most striking.
Where the oceans of the world met, in the 'centre' of the world, there was a gigantic crevass. Masses of water poured into the endless hole, down to the centre of the earth, or so it seemed. And floating high above the huge crevass was an island. It hung in the sky, without any form of propulsion or flight. It seemed impossible, yet there it was. A Waterfall from the island joined the other torrents of water from the Oceans of the Earth, falling straight down the centre of the crevass. The whole area glowed with an eerie green tinge.
The Cityship crashed in a remote part of the planet. Alone, the survivors began rebuilding their lives. But they weren't alone for long. Soon, they found the native inhabitants of the planet. They were human-like beings, not unlike the humans from earth. They were quite technologically advanced, with knowledge of advanced physics and other complex theories. The warriors and survivors from the Cityship intergrated into society quickly, most of them into a nearby town. A few of the crew migrated, moving to other parts of the planet. Eventually, they became adjusted to life on the planet.
That was Five hundred years ago. Throughout the generations, the fighting spirit has faded. The descendants of the Legendary warriors of the past have had no need to fight, and such, have lost the skill and much of power they once had. The mythologies and legends still remain, though; Tales of their forefathers, amazing fighters who had the power to expell energy at will. But in recent times, even the stories have been forgotten. In the post-urban jungle, neo-industrialisation is turning many of the massive cities in the West into decaying, polluted ghost-towns. More money is being spent on researching colonisation in space. Unrest is rising in the once peaceful world.
And among it all, there are a few who wish to remove themselves from the strifes and troubles of the world. Those who wish to persue the same paths as their ancestors; That of Power. From across the globe, they have all headed to a sanctuary in the forests of the Eastern world. 'The Sanctum', as it is known, is the last remaining testament to the ways of the past. A muesem of sorts--On the surface, at least. Underneath, The Sanctum is so much more. From an Archive of information, to a huge martial arts college.
Hard to believe it is all managed by one creature. His name is Tonberry. From the fartherest reaches of the universe, Tonberry is a fighter-come-historian, but he is young, and his power still unbridled, his skill undeveloped. But, like those who have gathered at the Sanctum, through his veins flows a blood that lusts for conflict, for the fight.
Like their fore-fathers, they will learn the way of the sword, the way of the warrior. It all begins here.
Looking at the newly-arrived fighters, Tonberry smiles. There's more than he thought there'd be. He hands out a registration sheet to each of them.
Name: Full Name, along with any Nicknames.
Age: Your Age, in years.
Race: What race you belong to. (Reminder; There are no pure-blooded Saiyajins here, because of half-and-half offspring, and such.)(No one will be half saiyan or so on. The most is probably a bit in your blood but that's it. No one will be able to turn super-saiyan or above, nor will anyone come close.)
Height: in Feet/Inches.
Description: Physical Description.
Personality: Behaviour patterns, likes/dislikes, etc.
Along with the Registration sheets, Tonberry hands each person a PSM. Personal Statistics Monitor. With these, monitoring your training becomes much easier, as the PSM can give you exact readings of Strength levels, Fatigue levels, and other useful information.
Tonberry smiles at the applicants, pointing down a hallway. Down it, there are several doors, each lettered from A through Z. They are all dormatories. Each is big enough to accomodate two people.
Tonberry: Please, feel free to pick your own Dorm rooms. Choose whichever you want; Except for Dorm E--I'm staying in there.
With that, he smiled, and walked back to his Dorm. Before he entered the door, he turned back to face the students.
Tonberry: Leave those forms on the table in the lobby. And welcome to the Sanctum.
He opened the door, and closed it behind him. Everyone took their issued pens, and began filling out the forms.
_________________________________________________________________
Anyone can sign up as long as you have good spelling and grammar and your posts don't have a lot of slang in them. Pretty much where everyone can read and understand them. You don't have to talk perfect and such how this story was written. Just normal like you would in any other RPG here. So it's nothing formal and such as it may seem. This is a fun RPG I used to be in quite a few years back at another message board, so don't give credit to me because I didn't write it.
_________________________________________________________________
Name: Maron
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Race: Mostly human(what the people on this new planet will be referred to as) but has the normal fighting abilities because of saiyajin ancestors.
Height: 5'10''
Description: Long blue hair, blue eyes, light skin. Wears jeans, a white shirts and a denim like vest. Sorta like Android 16. Black boots.
Personality: Just a normal, fun to be around person. Not the strongest person, but never gives up and always gives everything her all. She becomes somewhat more powerful whenever she is angered or sad, but nothing like a super-saiyan. Everything else will pretty much unfold as we go along.(That's about it. You don't have to write much in personality, because I never liked to and my head starts to hurt whenever I try and think of it lol!)
_________________________________________________________________
That's about it. Unless you find a hole in something or you have questions, feel free to PM me about it. Any help is greatly appreciated.
-Piro