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Post by bob on Feb 13, 2010 10:35:12 GMT -5
*drives the motorcycle towards AJ*
now you die
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Post by AJ Powell: Judge Magister on Feb 13, 2010 12:48:53 GMT -5
AJ charges the bike & forward flips over it, at the same time severing the brake line "No, you die!"
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Post by bob on Feb 13, 2010 13:22:10 GMT -5
as the motorcycle is in midair bob jumps off it and gets a few minor stratches, but not before turning the bike into a chimichunga
"have fun"
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Post by Speed Racer on Feb 13, 2010 21:58:27 GMT -5
*The Preacher slowly walks out of the club, thinking he's done enough damage to the place. And since the lady was safe, there was nothing else for him to do here. So, he walked outside, looking around. He noticed shapes beginning to form. Then..........*
*He checked his breath to make sure he wasn't drunk. He stared forward.*
Sonofabitch. That 'Tep will pay for this.
*While he stood there, a skinny gentleman walked up to him, greenish-black hair, brown eyes. He wore a blue leisure suit, yellow shirt, and boots. Cigarette in mouth, he handed one to the Preacher, smirk on his face.*
Looks like you got yourself a score to settle as well with this tentacled weirdo. I'd be willing to join up with you, but only because I'm after the bounty set on his.....hers.......its head.
*Just as the Preacher was about to speak, a little frog hopped over to them.*
Hey mister. This here's the Stairway to Heaven. You know that, dontcha.
*The younger man kicked the frog across the street.*
Obnoxious little frog.
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Post by Ranma Saotome on Feb 14, 2010 7:45:45 GMT -5
Sitting on a trash can, Ranma let out an agitated sigh and hopped off, her eyes narrowed as she stared at the wall of the hardened magma before exhaling and leaping at the side of the bar, skipping between it and the magma wall as she performed what would have been a most excellent wall jump scenario. After a few minutes of going up seemingly endlessly, the martial artist let out a frustrated growl and slid back down to the alley way, glaring irritably at the narrow confines she had been trapped in ever since she had tried to get past Revy and Nyarlathotep.
Great, caught between an impenetrable wall that seemingly stretches up forever and an impenetrable, black void... she thought bitterly, an orb of bright yellow energy forming in her hands as she whipped it at the magma wall, snarling when it dissipated harmlessly. I should have kept running from the c-c-c... those things. decided Ranma as she sat back down on the trash can, ignoring the startled bleat it gave off as it turned into a sheep from the influence of the mad Outer God not that far away from her.
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Post by AJ Powell: Judge Magister on Feb 14, 2010 18:50:00 GMT -5
AJ Throws his spear, Tyrant Strike, towards with utmost precision towards the chest of a mid air bob
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Post by bob on Feb 14, 2010 19:02:40 GMT -5
*touches the spear turning it into a chimichunga*
"You really didn't think that was going to work did you?"
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Post by AJ Powell: Judge Magister on Feb 15, 2010 9:55:22 GMT -5
The Spear drops to the floor and turns back to it's original form as AJ picks it back up. "Well, unfortunately, it's enchanted against your frivilous magic, so you are only delaying your demise." AJ draws Rage & Desire and adopts his fighting stance. "If you do not find a blade to defend yourself with, I will strike you down where you stand!"
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Post by bob on Feb 21, 2010 17:48:08 GMT -5
*sees a bear sneaking up on AJ very quietly*
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Post by AJ Powell: Judge Magister on Feb 22, 2010 14:07:05 GMT -5
* AJ senses movement & turn around to eviscerate the source, thinking it was bob* Tch. The coward sends animals now? Then I must find him & put him down!*
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Post by bob on Feb 26, 2010 16:20:02 GMT -5
*sees killer bees buzzing towards AJ*
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Post by AJ Powell: Judge Magister on Feb 26, 2010 20:09:20 GMT -5
The buzzing from the bees gives them away before they are even in sight, giving AJ chance to prepare. "Hmph! You think simple bugs will work against me!?" AJ then raises a wall of flames around himslef, watching the bees get disintergrated before they even get near. "Your move peon!
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Post by bob on Mar 2, 2010 1:32:35 GMT -5
*throws chimichungas at AJ*
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Post by AJ Powell: Judge Magister on Mar 2, 2010 11:37:27 GMT -5
AJ cuts through all the Chimichangas in one swift cut. "Face me Coward! Face a worthy foe!"
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Post by bob on Mar 2, 2010 11:56:24 GMT -5
*throws pies at AJ*
make me!
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Post by AJ Powell: Judge Magister on Mar 2, 2010 17:25:33 GMT -5
The pie's go up in flames in mid air, being reduced to pie-y dust. "If you insist!" He then forms 20 swords made of pure ethereal energy & fires them towards bob.
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Post by bob on Mar 3, 2010 9:42:39 GMT -5
*dives into a near by lake avoiding the swords*
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Post by AJ Powell: Judge Magister on Mar 3, 2010 14:00:14 GMT -5
The swords hover above the lake, waiting for the scum known as bob to emerge. This gives AJ time to ponder. "Funny thing is, I fight to stop the evil of the two elder abominations & yet here I stand, fighting a man who stands for the same things I do... I know he dislikes me with a passion, but maybe we should strive for harmony & work together" AJ says to himself "Hmph. We shall see how this pans out then!" He shouts across the lake waiting for his possible friend of foe to emerge.
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Post by bob on Mar 5, 2010 16:57:44 GMT -5
*is sleeping in the lake*
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Post by Jonathan Michaels on Mar 7, 2010 8:24:14 GMT -5
Jonathan awakens on Satan's throne, he yawns and stretches.
What the hell was that?
How long was I asleep?
Feels like months.
Jonathan holds his neck.
Holy crap, my neck is killing me, I shouldn't have slept in the throne, after all, Satan's bedroom does have an extremely comfortable bed, oh well.
Jonathan snaps his fingers, instantly fixing his neck.
That's better, I should probably head to the surface and see what's going on.
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