Diabo the (In)Famous Article: Three-Hundred Character Challenge

posted by thetacoman

Name: Jeremy Orlansu
Nationality: Nimean, Ostrien Tribal
Age: 23
Dialect: Common
Personality: Erratic and loud
Love-Life: Claims to be completely Platonic, but derps for almost every pretty girl on the street.
Favourite Song: Some sort of German thing.
Favourite Day: 25th December (Christmas), 31st October (All Hallows Eve)
Favourite Food: Charred meat
Religion: Calls himself Roman Catholic like his parents, but he’s probably más Protestant.
Friends: Danny Roseau, Father Randal Serine
Back-story: Born on scenic Mount New Vesuvius in the Ostrien capitol, little Jeremy was chosen early on to go to the Embassies of North America. Due to a mix-up in the filing of papers in the already chaotic Ostriech, he was never registered in either District, he never had to file his income, but never received any allowance from the Old World Governance. After failing to find anyone that would actually return his feelings, he abandoned the quest for a girlfriend and declared himself Platonic to his friends, but fails at that constantly, even though he has never had a romantic relationship.
He stays in contact with his parents por way of the local cathedral, which has a Nimean priest who is sympathetic towards him.
He always complains that his feet are cold.
He will be retiring at age 25.

shadowknuxgirl Are you really gonna post 300 of these? xD

thetacoman YESH. Hope so. Start wearin' purple, wearin' purple!

The Gasping Giant- My Plan

posted by thetacoman

So.
I was lectura Six Sacred Stones por Matthew Reilly
today, and I got to the part about Iolanthe (whose name I have memorized out of spite).
Keep in mind, I amor old European royalty.
What do tu think NIMEAN Royalty is modeled after?
But the segundo tu cruzar, cruz Huntsman these days, I don't like you.
So, here's my plan to allow the filthy people to serve their sentences without prision.

A. Send a letter to King Diabo asking that a full Lawkeeper force be sent to investigate the awful people who want to kill children. (Assuming I wasn't filtered out. I have only one-one Myraith of a chance of being remotley...

Three-Hundred Character Challenge

posted by thetacoman

Name: Jeremy Orlansu
Nationality: Nimean, Ostrien Tribal
Age: 23
Dialect: Common
Personality: Erratic and loud
Love-Life: Claims to be completely Platonic, but derps for almost every pretty girl on the street.
Favourite Song: Some sort of German thing.
Favourite Day: 25th December (Christmas), 31st October (All Hallows Eve)
Favourite Food: Charred meat
Religion: Calls himself Roman Catholic like his parents, but he’s probably más Protestant.
Friends: Danny Roseau, Father Randal Serine
Back-story: Born on scenic Mount New Vesuvius in the Ostrien capitol, little Jeremy was chosen early on to go to the Embassies of North America. Due to a mix-up in the filing of papers in the already chaotic Ostriech, he was never registered in either District, he never had to file his income, but never received any allowance from the Old World Governance. After failing to find anyone that would actually return his feelings, he abandoned the quest for a girlfriend and declared himself Platonic to his friends, but fails at that constantly, even though he has never had a romantic relationship.
He stays in contact with his parents por way of the local cathedral, which has a Nimean priest who is sympathetic towards him.
He always complains that his feet are cold.
He will be retiring at age 25.

shadowknuxgirl Are you really gonna post 300 of these? xD

thetacoman YESH. Hope so. Start wearin' purple, wearin' purple!

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The Hunter's Song

posted by thetacoman

It all happened so fast.
It started when MacGrath tried to run, and he was headed off por the Hunters down the road.
Mercer simply strode toward his prey, smiling with extreme malevolence.
Grabbing MacGrath por the jacket, he jumped up to an active water tower and shoved the man in, a Hunter sample inside of him already.
"Checkmate," was the only thing he dicho as he ran off to a hive that was preforming incorrectly.

Mercer sat in Grande Central Station, dissapointed.
No one to fight, no one to war with.
Now, the only person who could've been a challenge was a mindless Hunter.
Slumping a bit, he made a resolution; to find and preserve challenges so he could use them later.
Dawning his biomatic hood, Mercer strode out of Grande Central Station, outside of the island of Manhattan, and into the world.
The world full of new challenges.
Running in no real path, Mercer began his hunt for people who could match with him.

Throwing Dummies

posted by thetacoman

"Name?" asked the attendant of the doctor.
"Schmones," Coyle replied, eyeing the sheet.
"Build?"
"Incredibly dopey. I cannot stress this enough, this is a woman who beleives she knows everything, but cannot even keep a handle on her mental stability. Like that annoying man from Corruption and Anarchy; Intent of the Naughty."
"Yes madame. Any final words loop?"
"I KNOW EVERYTHIIIIIIINNGG...., and then the shattering of the Kastorium."
"Is that the conclusion, madame?"
"It is all the sheet asks, Gerem."
"Yes, madame."
The great machine whirred, peicing together the Dummy, making a template, and mass-producing...

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The Streets are Alive

posted by thetacoman

A man strode down the avenues of New York City, New York, completley alone.
This wasn't abnormal, especially in this part, near Grande Central Station, the epicenter of the original virus.
A lone Hydra crawled down a building covered in flesh, burrowing in the ground to spring on any survivors.
This was his New York.
Literally.
The entire city was covered in the biomass of the virus strain he carried and manufactured within himself, right down to his own clothes.
Not even making an effort to build up a run, the man, named Doctor Alex Mercer, sprung up to a rooftop with a watertower suspiciously free...

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Race to the Bottom 2

posted by thetacoman

Capitain West was on the summit first, with his crack team of archaeologists turned militants following close behind.
They had left only one teammate behind, a girl named Lilly, the Child of the Oracle, and for good reason.
This abandoned area was bound to be infected.
Even with their new biohazard suits, the team was in danger constantly.
They neared the small sampling- enough to make a vaccine for the population of one superpower- just enough for America and Australia.
But this did not fair well with the UN Security Council, AKA Mister Secretary-General.
Luckily for him, though, the segundo fearful...

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A Race to the Bottom- Crossover Test

posted by thetacoman

The two figures cut their way through the sky, one on carbon-fiber wings, the other waiting for the correct time to trigger his parachute.
They were in a race; a race to the ground.
A race to the Temple.
This was no ordinary reliquary complex, and had no real military value.
It was the site of a battle that had been raging for centuries; one that had new participants, but all were on a side, even if unknowingly.
The two, Capitain Jack West Junior and a man who currently went only as the Scarecrow, had found out about the terrible thing only recently, and had done so por finding out they were enemies....

Bio of the Namesake

posted by thetacoman

Vitals

Name: Diabo Didas
Title: King of Heyotch (Bayutan, the Underworld, etc.)
Age: (It would be stupid for me to put this, as I am always reconfiguring the time and age systems.)
Alliances: His brothers, cousins, and children, who run governments, respectively.
Beleifs: Praegravo Domine (Nimea always wins) Nimeus Alphatum et Omegra (Nimea united with Providence, also known as God. But I like Providence.)

Supplementals
Likes: Throwing things, ruling in general, justice, assimilation, fellow Regals, and Prime Minister Rubithe Sheilds.
Dislikes: Being thrown at, being overthrown, injustice (especially...