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originally posted in:The New Dojo
2/19/2017 6:12:27 PM
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[b][u]All I See Is Blood...Therefore It Is My Love, My Hate, My Everything[/u][/b]
[b]Dojo Orbit, Dread stealth attack ship, reporting to the [i]Nightmare[/i], the Dread lead ship[/b]
"Let us know when to open fire, sir."
The General rubbed his chin, his massive pistols on either hip. A shotgun and sword were on either shoulder blade, leading down his back. Another man, smaller, but more known walked up next to him. A cigar rested, lit in his mouth. As his face came into the light, the view saw who he was, what he was. Python. The mere sight of the beast shook everyone in the room. He grinned, and there was a pump of both his shotguns, War and Peace.
"Do it."
"BATTLE CODE ALPHA BRAVO TANGO CHARLIE!"
The orbital defenses were torn apart. Bombers, dropping Phazon and anti-matter, wrapped into one, destructive bomb. Whole ships were swallowed, then spat out and swallowed again, lost to space and time.
The ground forces began to deploy, Broodmothers leading their sons into combat. Fanatics raining from the sky, exploding house and towns with ease.
That's when everyone in Dojoville saw it. The pinnacle of destruction. The bravest of men shook it their boots as their pants slowly got warmer. The World Eater.
It stepped off the loading bay, beginning it's decent from orbit. Fire engulfed the being, and it hit the ground, shaking the entire planet. The Dread had done their homework, EMPs went off as they hit the ground. Shields dropped.
Python and the General were escorted by Destroyers, a class of Dread that guarded the highest of the command. Armed with 105mm rifles the size of their arms, they were a force to be reckoned with.
The end had begun, the civilians had no chance of living, that was obvious. They went down into a praying position as Berserkers ran ahead, literally tearing them to shreds and eating the remains. They seemed to get bigger as they did, their muscular bodies engulfing hundreds of pounds of meat in seconds.
Python and the General began to heat up, massive Vulcan rounds flying through buildings and people like a fifty caliber through paper.
[spoiler]Open, get that ass ready[/spoiler]
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Jared Grant walked onto the battlefield, clad in his ODST armor. The carbon-fiber black of the armor clashed violently with the flashes of red, orange, and white as men fought the living potraits of hate that swarmed their homes and lives. He unholstered klink, and sighed "Give me a -blam!-ing break...."
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The red armoured samurai observed all the surrounding and Forces. [spoiler]will make a good reply once I get more details on this faction. Is there a link or something?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]There is, but it's been a while since I used it, I'll supply one soon...[/spoiler] The army's bounds were seemingly endless, with thousands of these nightmarish beings running around. There was no order. Only chaos. The larger ones seemed to be in control. There were bird-like beings overhead, dropping bombs and firing guns down at the people of Dojoville.
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"Well...this is terrible." Said Tesuto to himself. He unsheathed his massive two 72" katanas and sprinted down the steps of the complex to reach he village. He scanned around, looking for any sort of weakness within the force to exploit and put pressure on.
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There wasn't much. The force was so large, and so tightly compacted, that he couldn't single one being out. He'd either need bigger guns, or more people.
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"I guess now is a better time than any." Said the samurai as he went on his wrist holo interface. He tapped a few buttons before he disintegrated into lines of code that flowed back to the dojo. Then, the entire Dojo shook. A massive silver figure jumped from behind Dojo Mountain and landed in front of the complex. It was a massive robot. It was easily fifteen stories tall and had a massive katana the size of itself sheathed on its back. The robot itself, was a massive samurai. It's eyes glowed a bright blue as it looked at the invading force. It unsheathed the massive katana off its back, which sparked to life with yellow sparks and electricity.... It was Samurai Prime.
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Met by instant combat with a being that dwarfed the robot. The World Eater. Six hundred feet tall, built like a dog-lion combo, but stone and metal on the outside. It tackled the Samurai and began to chomp at its throat.
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The robot's thick armour withstood the initial attack but it was giving way. So the samurai sent his blade into the side of the massive creature(which needs to be described) and continued to thrust repeatedly, sending Millions of volts through its system with each precise and Lethal impalement.
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The sword didn't make it through the skin of the beast. It was a quadraped, meaning it stood on four legs, that looked like paws. The electricity threw the beast off the Samurai, and then it roared, literally shaking the mountain from which its foe originated. Its fangs were the size of the Samurai's blade. The beast was four times as tall as the robot, and around fifty times the weight.
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"My god this is actually a di-errr. Nevermind." Said the samurai as his system tried to focus its efforts on repairing the breached armour. The shock seemed to work, but he had to find a different weakness to exploit. An exploded engine maybe? Something of this size had to cool its systems otherwise if Would over heat. So he scanned quickly for any weaknesses.
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The only one he found was its mouth. And that seemed to seep an acidic liquid. The Samurai felt itself weaken. It's vision blurred then went black. After a few seconds, it came back. The beast hit the robot, sending it flying.
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Samurai prime crashed on the mountain and rolled into a building, destroying it. He quickly pushed himself up and pointed his blade at the creature. He knew what he had to do, but it was risky and would almost guarantee the robots death. So he waited for the beast to attack once more...
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It lowered its front portion, raising its back. Bearing teeth, it slowly advanced.
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The samurai stayed his ground, ready for anything the massive beast was about to throw at him. But it wasn't prepared for what he had in mind...
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[spoiler]YESSSSSS FINALLY I GET TO LET LOOSE!!![/spoiler] Shadow cackled with glee as the fear, rage, and fury of the surrounding army and victims flowed into her. Her armor flowed onto her body like liquid, encasing her fully. Her hand reached out and enclosed the hilt of a bone-white sword, wreathed in green mist. The mist slowly grew, covering the ground within seconds. Whispers filled the minds of the attackers, their loved ones and victims calling for them. Promises of warmth, love and safety if only they waited. "Yea though I walk through the valley in the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil, for I am the baddest motherf-ucker in the valley, and my hunger is great." Her pitch-black eyes looked over the attacking forces. "Oh, it feels good to be home." Tendrils of earth, fire, and water erupt from the ground, sweeping through the enemy forces. The ground opens up beneath hundreds, only to close above them. Thunder rumbled above as great, dark clouds began to gather.
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An odd, thick, red goo covered her, from a massive being that stood next to her. Twelve feet tall of disgustingness. It seemes to smile, then started to walk away. Something began to eat at your mind. [i]The Dread are king. The king is not dead. Long live the king.[/i] It repeated, like a broken record, as Shadow lost control of their legs, forcing them to kneel. Their chest started to glow, as did their eyes. The skin started to peel back from the fingers, nails disappearing. Shadow had no control. The elemental anarchy that plagued the surrounding army disappeared, and re-appeared ok Ver Dojoville.
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Shadow laughed as the titan of filth thought itself victorious, having conquered her illusion. Her backhanded wave of power smashed the titan away from her, eating away at its very essence to power itself. Her mind was fascinated by the titan's chant, but devoured it anyways. The hunger found it wanting. The power behind the reversal of chaos was sapped, twisted, devoured. The anarchy only grew in strength, for it was powered by the planet itself. Tendrils grew to the size of mountains as they twisted and melted, the fire grew into a fire-storm as tornados began to touch down amongst the army. Lightning flash-fried thousands as thunder rolled like the ocean waves. [spoiler]Lol, this is why magic is OP.[/spoiler]
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The Broodmother didn't move, and instead caught her backhand and smashed down with the beings other hand. Shadow was hit the force of a Mack truck. She felt her body crumple, ribs break and legs twist and mangle.
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[spoiler]Wasn't a physical attack.[/spoiler] The Mack truck came out for the worst. As the Broodmother struck at thin air, trying to defeat the power attacking it, its flesh continued to be eaten by the power. Shadow's sword pulsed hungrily as she stared out across the battlefield, watching the mist pouring out of the sword continued to spread. Those that were within its reach began to slow, their energy draining at such a speed that a wounded soldier was eaten in moments. Emptied husks of defeated warriors began to litter the battlefield.
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The thing, a Broodmother had not even come close to falling yet, and another one came up next to it, spraying some of that red goo on it's comrade. The Broodmother began to heal. The army marched down the streets and neighborhoods, just tearing everything to shreds. Cries of despair and death filled the skies.
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Shadow tired of the game and moved. The Broodmother erupted in an explosion of gore as Shadow's sword sliced through it. Its very soul was devoured by the darkness inside the sword, but the hunger was not sated. It lusted for more. The sword was turned upon the newcomer, with much of the same result. Yet the sword still hungered. More soldiers fell where they stood, some cut down as they ran, others as they attacked the buildings. The mist was not picky. The bodies began to explode into even more mist, widening the influence.
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That's when a Destroyer came through. Armed with a 105mm rifle, a massive round hit Shadow square in the chest. The mist seemed to do nothing to him, as he marched through it with no problems.
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Shadow looked at her slightly dented armor, then sighed. "You scratched the paint." There was no paint to be found on her armor, however. "No one, scratches the paint." She reaches into a rift, then pulls out her unused Gauss Rifle. Charging it up at the Destroyer, she grins. "Goodbye." A four-foot long metal rod accelerated to a significant portion of the speed of light tears through the Destroyer, and continues on to leave the atmosphere. "Huh. That's new."
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The Destroyer spun, and the rod hit a Grunt, destroying it. The massive being began to fire again and again, her bones rattling and cracking from the shockwave of the rounds. The explosives knocked her back, again and again.
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Shadow stepped aside as she watched as the bullets in slow-motion. She moved fast enough to leave a blur as she slammed into the Destroyer and embedded her sword into its throat. The sword pulsed and the Destroyer was dust, its life-energy absorbed into the sword. Thousands of Grunts continued to fall to the mist of the sword. The oldest bodies began to rise and pick up their weapons, only to turn against their brothers and Broodmothers. Unfeeling, uncaring monstrosities began to cut down more of the army, the fallen only rising in a few moments to join the growing undead army. [spoiler]This sword is the definition of Op. And it's Dojo Cannon. (Gotta love quests....)[/spoiler]
