Jump to content

cool roleplay


Recommended Posts

I guess I should lead this necropost off:

Hivefleetchicken stares out of his den into the tan desert arena, holding his chainsword with two weak, trembling hands.

He takes on swift glance at the entire arena, a completely desolate desert scene spanning around 300 square meters in width.

Above the walls are rows of seats, swathed in screaming fans.

Hivefleetchicken steps from the shadows of his wall-cage into the desert pit, followed by a roar from the crowd.


'Be brave,' he tells himself.


Across the arena lies a gate. With a creaking motion, it slowly lifts up as the gearworks click loudly, revealing a dark cave.

The Earth seemingly trembles. Something comes forth from the dark as the crowd erupts in another wave of cheering.


What emerges?

Edited by Guest
Link to comment
  • Replies 69
  • Created
  • Last Reply

Top Posters In This Topic

Two orange-red eyes peer out of the darkness. A huff of air expels from the entrance, an odd growl chilling the crowd to the bone.


Floodlights switch on in the direction of the creature in its prison, revealing. A giant. Demon. Chicken. Its dark feathers ruffle at the sight of the puny human with an oversized switchblade for a weapon.


The demon chicken crows and expels a large ball of fire from its beaky maw as the gate opens, towards HFC's direction.


What do?

Link to comment

Hivefleetchicken stares in awe at the sight, barely reacting to the fireball.

He finally snaps back to reality, leaping to the left as the ball of inferno sears past him, and crashing into the ground. His chainsword rattles on the floor with a clank.

He settles to his feet, picking up his weapon and flicking the on switch. The blades of the sword come to life with a grueling revving noise, prompting a gasp through the crowd as they observe his now deadly blade. He begins charging the relatively short distance between him and the chicken, praying for guidance from the Immortal God Emperor through short bursts of air as he runs, closing the distance between him and his foe. Right as he approaches, he slams down onto his knees, sweeping for the screeching chickens boney legs as he slides past swiftly.


Wat hapen.

Link to comment

Lord Farcrai watches from his seat of honor in the arena's private booth, open to the air. He's attended by multiple servants, who bring him fine wine and delectable food. He takes a grape from the plate nearest to him and pops it in to his mouth, looking down at the pit fighter and smiling cruelly.


"This is better than what you deserve for trying to betray me," he said to himself quietly, and sipped from his wine chalice as the fight went on. One of the guards attending him frowned, realizing that an open booth was not the safest place to be when a fire breather was the subject of the fight.

Link to comment

Hivefleetchicken vigorously battles for his life as the fight drags on, sweeping under the chicken and slicing at it. He finally takes a faithful leap as he cries out in ancient mayan religious moans, plunging the chainsword into the chicken's chest, striking its heart. The creature lets out a shrill cuckawww as it seizes up, tilting forwards and stumbling into the wall with a crash, directly below Farcrai's private view-booth. Hivefleetchicken instantly recognizes his chance for freedom, instantly sprinting in the beast's tracks and taking not a single instant to absorb the crowd's roaring cheers. He sprints up the creature's back, and with one, graceful, free leap, drives his sword into the side of the wall, only five feet below the edge to the observer area. The weapon drives into the wall with a grueling crunch as it slowly locks up, frozen halfway in the wall's stone embrace. Hivefleetchicken tightens his grip on the handle, barely holding onto it as it sticks into the wall. He jumps up, standing on the handle, and climbing up the last few feet between the wall and freedom.


He hops onto the edge of the wall, sitting on a stone post. Immediately the frowning guard leaps at him with his halberd blade, and Hivefleetchicken quickly dodges the stabbing attack, grabbing the blade before the guard can withdraw. He yanks the spear-like weapon from the guard's grip, quickly spiralling it around and cleaving the mercenary in half. The crowd gasps in unison as the other guards watch in awe, some close enough to be spattered with their comrades' blood. They immediately begin an ensemble of attacks on Hivefleetchicken, the arena-fighter having years of training and dodging or blocking every last one of their moves. He leaps over the crowd of guards as they stab at him, landing behind those in the back and quickly slicing them apart. The last few stumble back in fear, some even toppling over the barrier and falling to their deaths in the pit below. He allows the last to flee or even kill themselves to spare the pain of Hivefleetchicken's blade, slowly turning to face Lord Farcrai. The crowd is nothing but silent spectators, unable to move or speak.


"I betrayed -NO ONE-, brother. I simply ended her suffering. As I will yours."

Link to comment

Farcrai backs up to the edge of the observer area, looking around frantically as his guards are cut down. The sheer indignity of this- to be killed by a pit fighter, a traitorous brother- someone who had killed their own sister. He gritted his teeth before Hive spoke.


"End my suffering, you say? You're mistaken, bastard- I was always the better fighter. You'll die here today, and face the judgement of the gods."


Farcrai leaned down, swiftly picking up a broadsword that has belonged to one of his guards. He held it at the ready, spitting towards his brother's feet.


"Come, come and die."

Link to comment
  • 4 months later...

but den, hackie cums andf he is like, 'yo, you all are unrobust fgts' and he pulls out his shotgun, and shouts, ' hwow!' then blasts the two fgts, abd says, 'it's only science if...' hackie clicks his universal recorder, 'you record the results.'

Link to comment
  • 2 years later...

And then Lord Valkrae, the Necromancer, thus did resurrect this timeline back into existence, as a relic of times long past.


He then proclaimed that since he was the last survivor, thus he was King of this land, and got all of the powers of everyone in the timeline, thus cementing himself as a God!

Link to comment

Merely 2000 years after the resurrection of the timeline, via foul Necromantic magics, two countries of the undead stood at an impasse, known as 'Bonlande' and 'Marroole'. They do not last, releasing foul bombs of Acidic bone-melting power, utterly devastating the landmasse they have come to claim for their Necromantic God.

Link to comment
  • 3 weeks later...
  • 3 weeks later...
Guest
This topic is now closed to further replies.

×
×
  • Create New...