WaffleGod
Lord Sovereign
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- New York, lawls
- Seen Apr 24, 2014
The Preface
The swarm grows ever larger, as millions of bodies pile into the square. They push and shove and roll, trying to get a better view of the podium. After a few minutes, the movement stops and the crowds quiet down, as a man steps into view.
The man is small in stature, dressed in silk robes of red and gold. His legs are clad in black leather knee-high boots; his arms in iron gauntlets. On the back of his robes, a golden waffle is emblazoned; it looks rather crispy and delicious. The man's face is round; elegant yet fierce. A large, jagged scar covers is left eye. It is the face of a man who has seen many battles in his time, yet still knows of compassion. He appears to be mounted on a polished stone with four tiny legs; it's heavy body laying low to the ground. As the stone approaches the polished wooden podium, the man dismounts his rock. He raises his arm in a call for attention, and stands in wait as the crowds fall silent.
"Greetings, fellow members of the Pokémon Community forums!" He pauses briefly before continuing. "Your lord of waffles has returned from his long, long absence. I have travelled the globe, and have seen many things. And now, I have returned to share my story!"
Murmurs swept through the crowd like wildfire, as memories of the lord's previous story resurfaced.
"How can this be!? The previous tale was banished from the records!"
"The fables he spews are like poison to my ears!"
"Can there be no end to the madness!?"
Without a word, the robed man reaches into the sleeves of his clothing, and pulls out a roll of parchment.
The Plot
Bread. It is the quintessential ingredient of any good sandwich. So it has been for ages past, so it shall be for all eternity.
The year is 9999 GQ. Don't ask what GQ stands for; the new calendar has been in place for so long, nobody really cares anymore. Some people believe it stands for Galactic Queekloks, but that doesn't make any sense. The people have just accepted GQ as being the new intergalactic time standard. ITS would make sense as an acronym, but again, nobody really cares at this point.
In the year 1971 AD, on the planet known as Earth, the Skcubrats coffee shop came into being. Originally, they served only coffee. But their influence quickly spread, and at this time they are the leading corporation in nearly all developmental fields. Their reach extends everywhere from groceries to scientific research to medical breakthroughs; nearly every aspect of modern consumerism revolves around Skcubrats in some way. They even influence the government. By the way, their coffee is fantastic.
For the record, the headquarters of this corporation, wherein Connor takes residence is an artificial planet. It has no name, so most people call it Planet Connor.
And so it came to be that Skcubrats controlled bread production. This may be because the current CEO of the company, a soft-spoken man named Connor MacLeod, loves bread oh so much. In fact, his favorite is Galactic Space Bread, a pre-made bread that is so rare, only 5 loaves are said to exist in the universe. He has eaten 2 of them, and seeks the remaining 3.
And that is why, here, in the intergalactic federation known as the United Revolutionary Galactic Association for Yodeling, he has created the Super Special Awesome Task Force.
They are the best of the best. The elite. The strongest soldiers in the galactic military. Gathered from all across the universe, these warriors possess phenomenal power that is nearly unmatched throughout all of known space. And they have giant robots. While their general purpose is to handle large-scale conflicts, such as inter-dimensional invasions and babysitting Connor's nephew, their current assignment is far more daunting.
Rumors have spread that a mysterious group of ninja zombie pirates have found the last three loaves of Galactic Space Bread. The Super Special Awesome Task Force has been called in to track down the pirates, confirm the rumors, and gather the loaves.
Since the Task Force is spread across the entire universe, each member often receives notification that Connor requires their services at different times (This means I'll be accepting late registrations for the duration of the RP).
You, board members, will decide the fate of the Galactic Space Bread.
CHARACTER CREATION
The time has come, Task Force members. Create your fantasy self!
Name: Do I really need to explain this?
Age: How old are ya? Different planets revolve around their stars at different speeds, so convert to Earth years for all us foreigners.
Planet: Which planet do you come from? Go ahead, make something up. The universe is huge.
Race: Are you a human? A demon? A warrior race of flesh-eating zebras?
Appearance: What do you look like?
Personality: Crazy? Peaceful? Adam West?
Powers: Yeah, you get your own superpowers. Go ahead and go crazy; just don't go overboard. Omnipotence gets old fast, you know.
History: Tell us about your past, oh young one.
Misc: Anything else?
GIANT ROBOT CREATION
Name: Obviously, your robot needs a name. "Giant Robot of Smashing Awesome Crushing Killer" works just fine.
Appearance: What does it look like?
Background: How did you come to have this robot? Build it yourself? Inheritance? Slaughter a Gundam pilot, steal his mech and customize it to suit your needs?
Abilities: The fun part. Tells all about the crazy stuff your super robot can do. Weapons, special abilities, transformations, etc. Remember, your robot is a walking weapon of mass destruction. So have fun with this. Just, no universal destroying stuff. Well, fine I'll allow it. As long as you promise not to destroy the universe unless absolutely necessary.
RP SAMPLE: Post an RP sample here =)
The swarm grows ever larger, as millions of bodies pile into the square. They push and shove and roll, trying to get a better view of the podium. After a few minutes, the movement stops and the crowds quiet down, as a man steps into view.
The man is small in stature, dressed in silk robes of red and gold. His legs are clad in black leather knee-high boots; his arms in iron gauntlets. On the back of his robes, a golden waffle is emblazoned; it looks rather crispy and delicious. The man's face is round; elegant yet fierce. A large, jagged scar covers is left eye. It is the face of a man who has seen many battles in his time, yet still knows of compassion. He appears to be mounted on a polished stone with four tiny legs; it's heavy body laying low to the ground. As the stone approaches the polished wooden podium, the man dismounts his rock. He raises his arm in a call for attention, and stands in wait as the crowds fall silent.
"Greetings, fellow members of the Pokémon Community forums!" He pauses briefly before continuing. "Your lord of waffles has returned from his long, long absence. I have travelled the globe, and have seen many things. And now, I have returned to share my story!"
Murmurs swept through the crowd like wildfire, as memories of the lord's previous story resurfaced.
"How can this be!? The previous tale was banished from the records!"
"The fables he spews are like poison to my ears!"
"Can there be no end to the madness!?"
Without a word, the robed man reaches into the sleeves of his clothing, and pulls out a roll of parchment.
The Plot
Bread. It is the quintessential ingredient of any good sandwich. So it has been for ages past, so it shall be for all eternity.
The year is 9999 GQ. Don't ask what GQ stands for; the new calendar has been in place for so long, nobody really cares anymore. Some people believe it stands for Galactic Queekloks, but that doesn't make any sense. The people have just accepted GQ as being the new intergalactic time standard. ITS would make sense as an acronym, but again, nobody really cares at this point.
In the year 1971 AD, on the planet known as Earth, the Skcubrats coffee shop came into being. Originally, they served only coffee. But their influence quickly spread, and at this time they are the leading corporation in nearly all developmental fields. Their reach extends everywhere from groceries to scientific research to medical breakthroughs; nearly every aspect of modern consumerism revolves around Skcubrats in some way. They even influence the government. By the way, their coffee is fantastic.
For the record, the headquarters of this corporation, wherein Connor takes residence is an artificial planet. It has no name, so most people call it Planet Connor.
And so it came to be that Skcubrats controlled bread production. This may be because the current CEO of the company, a soft-spoken man named Connor MacLeod, loves bread oh so much. In fact, his favorite is Galactic Space Bread, a pre-made bread that is so rare, only 5 loaves are said to exist in the universe. He has eaten 2 of them, and seeks the remaining 3.
And that is why, here, in the intergalactic federation known as the United Revolutionary Galactic Association for Yodeling, he has created the Super Special Awesome Task Force.
They are the best of the best. The elite. The strongest soldiers in the galactic military. Gathered from all across the universe, these warriors possess phenomenal power that is nearly unmatched throughout all of known space. And they have giant robots. While their general purpose is to handle large-scale conflicts, such as inter-dimensional invasions and babysitting Connor's nephew, their current assignment is far more daunting.
Rumors have spread that a mysterious group of ninja zombie pirates have found the last three loaves of Galactic Space Bread. The Super Special Awesome Task Force has been called in to track down the pirates, confirm the rumors, and gather the loaves.
Since the Task Force is spread across the entire universe, each member often receives notification that Connor requires their services at different times (This means I'll be accepting late registrations for the duration of the RP).
You, board members, will decide the fate of the Galactic Space Bread.
CHARACTER CREATION
The time has come, Task Force members. Create your fantasy self!
Name: Do I really need to explain this?
Age: How old are ya? Different planets revolve around their stars at different speeds, so convert to Earth years for all us foreigners.
Planet: Which planet do you come from? Go ahead, make something up. The universe is huge.
Race: Are you a human? A demon? A warrior race of flesh-eating zebras?
Appearance: What do you look like?
Personality: Crazy? Peaceful? Adam West?
Powers: Yeah, you get your own superpowers. Go ahead and go crazy; just don't go overboard. Omnipotence gets old fast, you know.
History: Tell us about your past, oh young one.
Misc: Anything else?
GIANT ROBOT CREATION
Name: Obviously, your robot needs a name. "Giant Robot of Smashing Awesome Crushing Killer" works just fine.
Appearance: What does it look like?
Background: How did you come to have this robot? Build it yourself? Inheritance? Slaughter a Gundam pilot, steal his mech and customize it to suit your needs?
Abilities: The fun part. Tells all about the crazy stuff your super robot can do. Weapons, special abilities, transformations, etc. Remember, your robot is a walking weapon of mass destruction. So have fun with this. Just, no universal destroying stuff. Well, fine I'll allow it. As long as you promise not to destroy the universe unless absolutely necessary.
RP SAMPLE: Post an RP sample here =)
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