"Some people" it is commonly noted, "have all the luck." If ours is a universe that operates on a principle of balance, then it follows that some other people...have absolutely no luck at all. In the scant moments of tranquil freefall, Deadpool tries to piece together how it all went wrong this time. Moments ago, he stood in his San Francisco home, eating Chimichangas, busy making amends for some of the transgressions of his past, when suddenly, AGAINST his will, he was teleported to this forum called Endless Crusade. "Eternal Crusade." "Patrick Swayze on a pogostick!" he cried as he noticed some random dude using his ID credentials and trying to actually summon all the swagger and extreme brilliance that his character has to offer. Suddenly, he was approached by another of these so-called role players asking him about some kind of teaming-up. Deadpool working in a team? Yea right. "Um...someone get my agent on the phone, there's a problem with the script..." he turned around, looking at the gathered crowd - an oversized wormlike toilet creature, funny guy in red armor (red is my favorite color!) and a strange looking guy, who obviously had a fricking throne of skull & bones. "Hm that was a cool movie", "Not really, but always makes me cry just thinking about Paul Walker. Nobody could shift 67 gears in less than 8 seconds cooler than him. (Seriously, such a great guy lost...)" "Nah...reality check kid...that was a nasty spill you just took...but this is probably just one of those pain-induced hallucinations you always hear about from guys whose elbows you just shattered." "Anyway, I guess I might just stick around a bit, see if the ladies are cool here, perhaps I even got some fans in this cesspit..SWEET!" he said as he saw the chainblades on the Kyle. "Did you got the other one as a gift for calling the shop in first 15 minutes after the commercial? I got my Yoga Direct like that"
Kyle looked at Deadpool strangely, not really knowing what a "Yoga Direct" is. He confusedly turned his head sideways, and decided to open with a compliment and an offer instead, "I got these from butchering a company of Imperial loyalist dogs at Kitya III from the blood god, Khorne. Actually a messager of his gave them to me, I never met the great god in person. Anyways he was pleased and so here I am, eating breakfast with two chainaxes next to me. Did you get those awesome swords from Khorne as well? Also, would you like to join me for a bowl of Khorne Flakes to start your day of slaughter?" Kyle asked, holding yet another empty skull from his belt up.
The demon looked around the barge it had been summoned onto, its mood not changing as it yawned once more. As it opened its gaping mouth, a low yet loud groan emitted forth, shaking the bowls of the cultists that remained. Little Nurglings, Brown leaks already appearing, started collecting the odd pairs of underwear that had blown off the cultists that had been used or slain during the entry into the mortal plane. They scurried back to their master, who was almost done with his wailing yawn. The timing was good, since the integrity of the cultists' boxer shorts had almost run through. The huk of nurgle essence scratched his flaky scalp, as a couple of blisters popped with puss, and a brown patch spread across the floor from where Mukk'dun was seated.
Kyle grimace, he never really enjoyed the presence of the Nurgle guys. They always vomit on everything and was too happy, even by his standards. The other Khorne Beserkers would just attack and chase them away everytime they got close, but now that he's by himself with this big daemon, Kyle wasn't so incline to do that. Instead he thought he should extend the same courtesy to his god's brother and reached for another skull. However, he had ran out. So as a servant/slave walked by Kyle reached for his chainaxe and decapitated the poor guy with one swing, catching the severed head before it hit the ground. He quickly cleaned out its insides with his spoon and held it up, eyeing a question of whether or not the newly appeared Servant of Nurgle would like some Khorne Flakes as well.
The hulk of pestillence flesh looked down at the odd skull bowl with intrigue. Seeing little to no under-garments fixed to such a thing, he moved the mortal and his flakes to one side with his rotting hand to get to the decapitated servant. As soon as Mukk'dun touched the corpse, it rumbled violently, before emptying its bowels into its underwear. Caked in brown filth and stench, the demon scooped it all up using the underwear as a parcel, and threw the contents into its mouth, savouring the flavour. Turning to the recently shoved mortal, he gave him a crooked "Thumbs up", before shuffling down the hallway, followed by his nurglings, leaving a stinking brown trail in his wake.
OOC:Un-serious as possible eh? CHALLENGE ACCEPTED! Name:Mike the Pizza loving Lazy Marine OOC:Meh, i'll put the other info down later I guess...>_>
So much fun to have! Name: Zachary, the Obsessively Compulsive Heretek Race Faction: Dark Mechanicum Traits: OCD^10,000,000,000,000: Zachary suffers from a case of OCD so terrible, that he was banished from the Adeptus Mechanicus for it. His obsession centers around his need for shiny things. No matter how large or small, he must have them. All of them. If you want to live, then you'd better hand yours over. All That Does Not Glitter . . .will soon: The only thing that consumes Zachary more then shinies, is things that are not shiny. If something is dull, dirty or damaged, Zachary will rectify it. Everything must shine! Everything . . . Chaos Undivided: Zachary will ally with which ever God provides suitable quantities of shinies. The more, the better. Though Zachary will take all of them eventually. Every last one! Zachary Listens: Zachary always speaks in the third person. Zachary does not know why. The shinies have not told Zachary why. Flaws: I Find Your Lack Of Shinies, Disturbing: If there are no shinies, then Zachary gets very sad. Without shinies, the universe is a cold, and dull place. That is no place for Zachary. All Your Shinies Are Belong To Zachary: Zachary will have all the Shinies. If you do not surrender yours, then Zachary will take them. All of them. Every last one Useless Meatbags: Zachary does not like flesh bags. Not. One. Bit. Equipment: -Shinies -Shiny Mechadendrites -Shiny Platinium Robes -Shinies -Lots of Shiny Augmentations -Shiny Plasma Gun -Shiny Refractor-Field Generator -Shinies
On a very shiny asteroid, in a very shiny hidden base, in a very shiny laboratory . . . Zachary was busy completing his greatest work to date. Zachary was carefully placing the final adamantium bolt, on top of the (perfectly shaped) pyramid that Zachary had been building for the last six months. Each and every bolt had been carefully buffed to a perfect sheen. The whole structure shone with such brilliance, that Zachary had to stop and admire it often. Also, Zachary had to change optic lenses twice, as the light reflection was so great, that they cracked from the sheer beauty. Of all the shines that adorned Zachary's lab, this pyramid was Zachary's favourite. It was absolutely perfect, save for the last piece Zachary was adding. The last of one million bolts. It had been singled out as the cap stone months ago, as it had the greatest symmetry out of all the others. It was also the shiniest, which made it even better. However, Zachery knew that once the pyramid was complete, he would need more shinies. It had been too long since the last recovery of shinies. Zachery longed for more. Always more. Never would Zachary's hunger be satiated. So, Zachary would get more. Just as Zachary always did. Just as Zachary always will. Until all of the shines belong to Zachary. [All of them . . . .] Zachary whispered from his polished vox grill, as the final piece was put into place. Zachary stood back and admired the finished structure. Perfect. So very perfect. Also, shiny. Always shiny. Everything had to be shiny. [Zachary must have more shinies!] Zachary exclaimed to himself, as the lab was devoid of any other living creature, beyond his hundreds of sparkling servitors. Their bodies polished to a mirror shine, their every surface reflecting the stark light of the lumen globes that washed the entire lab with light. There were no shadows in Zachary's base. They detracted from the shinies. That was unacceptable. Zachary turned away, eager to begin his next excusion into Imperial space, to find new sources of shinies! Alas, his plans were twarted, as a strange light enveloped Zachary. It was not shiny. It was dark and shadowy. It offended Zachary. Zachary tried to break away from it, but it would not let the Heretek escape. Zachary was pulled by the energies, as they dragged Zachary into a warp rift. For a brief moment, Zachary saw all the wondrous and shiny colours of the warp. That cheered Zachary up immensely, but the ride was over even before an enjoyment was had. Instead, Zachary found himself in a strange and wonderous room. It was massive, with vaulted ceilings reaching hundreds of meters above. Every surface was garishly decorated with all manner of trophies. Many of them shiny! Zachery rushed to the nearest display table, laden with all manner of treasures and curios. Zachary detected the other creatures in the room, but they were not shiny, so they did no matter to Zachary. Except for the Khornate Warrior. That one had shiny weapons. Zachary made note to relief the Berserker of his weapons later on. For now, only the shinies mattered. The Heretek barely noticed the red and black clad meatbag that was in his way, as he b-lined towards the table. The meatbag rolled to the side quickly, all the while seeming to maintain a conversion with himself. Such a strange thing for a meatbag to do, Zachary thought. Zachary paid the strangely dress human no further mind. Only the shinies matter. They were all that mattered.
"Naaah Reddy, I got these on a sale from Walmart. Quite a good deal actually, they even gave me free CD of "Tom Jones Greatest Hits". And nah, thanks for the offer, but I like to start my day with eating some vegetables. Get it? Nevermind..." Deadpool turned around and saw an interesting metal creature that shined bright like diam.... "As I was saying" he turned back to Kyle "I mean, it seemed like a good idea to smuggle a microfiche out of Bolivia, but guess what - the Bolivian border guards have way cold hands. I tell you man, it wasn't pretty, brrrr...."
Name Maxis Furioso Race/Faction SPACE MARINES Chapter/craftworld/etc: BLOOD REVANS Traits I CLAIME THEE FOR THY CHAPTER: pulls out a flag and sets it on object/person and claims it for himself or the blood revan space marine chapter Lust for relics- in the pressance of a holy relic or even a tainted relic maxis will go to exreteme lengths to recover them UNLESS there is a inquistor in the room. Pilot: maxis knows how to pilot a thunder hawk and other imperial space craft grab and go: if maxis ever has a relic and is surrounded by foes he can choose to RUN AS FAST AS HE can or even try to teleport out with the relic. blessings of the machine god: maxis has a servo harness that he somehow combined with a teleporter pack he wont say how he made or got this odd device but he seems to use it with ease and few accidents occur with it. Flaws Maxis has spent a long time away from his chapter in repents trying to get rid of his Flaw the time spent away has not been well on his mind. The lust for knowledge" maxis lust for knowledge has intensified sinsce he became a techmarine to the point a chaplin would have to watch him most of the time so he wouldnt wander off. and try to claim anything from heratics or xenos. DO YOU HEAR THE VOICES TO- maxis says here can hear voices from his weapons and relic and possibly even vechiles whether this is true or not or possibly maxis progress further into madness is uknown lonleyness" maxis is a odd space marine for some odd reason he will ask or even announce his presscne to xeno or chaos before fighting. Cant stop staring - maxis has used one of his bionics eyes with his scope to scout out a situation before progressing oddly engough he also takes pictures for a hour or so before moving on. using a powerfist wrong: maxis cannot use a power fist right whenever he does he trys to bear hug the enamey to death it is unkown why he uses it like this many attemts to fix this problem with him has failled and last time ended with a chaplin cursing and throwing through a wall. Group person: maxis is better working in a group then alone his ages of being alone has somewhat made him have a need to work with other people it is possible that he wants join a group of warriors this has made him some what more comprimisable when choosing who he works with. Eldar fasination" maxis has a fasicination by eldar from wonder how there tech works to how they think hes likely to talk to one if possible and doesnt result in his death and being branded a heratic. it is thought by maxis servo school thrice that he plans to capture a eldar for a intergation. fear of nids: maxis has a fear of tyranids and fears he will be eaten by one if he sees one he is likely to retreat Gear Teleporter/servoharness chainsword combiplasma bolter several grenades several servoskulls 2 servitors some ration bars OOC i hope this is good for a charcter here
