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Malacal
08-01-2016, 03:34 PM
So yeah, I forgot how I introduce these things.
So umm...
WELCOME TO THE BATTLE OF AGES. I GOT SHOCK.WAV TO ACTUALLY WRITE SOMETHING. VOTE FAIRLY.

Omega vs. Penny Dreadful (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1L0sbilZVAP5u3VZT77O5yZbJgcgV2-lIO6zivelL254/edit?usp=sharing) as done by Malacal
Not all creatures are created equally. Omega knew this to a grand extent being king and god over the galaxy’s largest empire. He had been born the greatest, and many subordinates were born for him to eventually conquer. Even with his arrogance though, Omega knew when to recognize that a talent was above his own.

The thought that someone could reattach limbs in mere seconds was bewildering to the deity. The possibilities for such caliber of healing abilities for medical purposes alone seemed fascinating to him. The potential for a world where breaking your toe could be cured in an instant? Utopian.

His fantasy, however, was constantly being balanced by the reality around him. Omega’s walk around London made him realize just how limited his scope of this world really was. He had spent so much time in smaller towns and newer cities that he’d never seen Earth’s older architecture. The city had it’s newer portions, but there was so much more ancient architecture that it almost made Omega think he was walking through time. However, this illusion was constantly being ruined by random bystanders with cell-phones taking pictures of him. What was more destructive to this imagining, were the bystanders who felt the need to compliment his cosplay.

Yet even further his observations of reality were tampered by his goal. When one of Omega’s fleet soldiers had handed him a file with the words “Penelope Jacqueline Whitechapel,” he was immediately intrigued. She had the ability to heal wounds at an unusual rate, even by his species’ standards. The thought that someone could reattach limbs in mere seconds was bewildering to him.

The king’s mind spun like this until late into the night when he had finally discovered the place he was looking for. It was almost the length of a whole block.The bricks were all cracked and decorated with moss. Omega lurked, peering into windows from nearby perches in trees and on buildings. The prison was well known for housing many supernatural beings, it would be suicide in order to attack someone there. So he was searching not for an entry, but a place for his victim to exit.

Out of what looked like a rat hole, Omega’s target squirmed on out and started taking a stroll through the city. The king stalked her, making sure she was the girl he was hunting. The clothing fit the description, black coat, black trousers, gray scarf, and a white t-shirt. It was only when Omega saw her face adorned with a blank, white, porcelain mask that he realized he could have the wrong person. He only knew her name, face, and where she was being held up.

Taking the gamble, the usurper trailed behind. He found that maneuvering from the tops of buildings was the most effective route, for some reason nobody ever looks up. He saw her walk for a mile or two before entering a church. From this distance, Omega couldn’t tell if Penelope had broken the lock or picked it. Once this happened however, the king maneuvered his way to a window to peer inside.
The girl walked towards a man who was kneeling before the dais. The man was elderly, wearing a suit, and was weeping. About halfway through the girl’s stride, the elderly man jumped up and stumbled away from her saying “How did you get in here?”

Whitechapel’s sword slowly worked it’s way out of it’s sheath, making that distinct metallic sound the whole way. The old man scrambled up the dais. As he stood, the vigilante grabbed his ankle and tripped him. He fell, slamming his face against the edge of the platform. The serial killer cut off his captured foot. He sprawled and convulsed on the ground screaming pleas for mercy. The girl stepped on his other foot and lowered her sword into his chest while saying, “Go to hell, where they don’t discriminate in their punishment.”

Omega punched his way through the window and lowered himself onto the dais. He stood tall, black, and as metallic as ever. His halo hung behind his back glowed warmly, “I thought you were supposed to be mute, Penelope Jacqueline Whitechapel.”

It was hardly a gamble at this point to assume that the girl was not the mass murderer in question. She dressed the dressed the same, lived in the same place, and follows the observed behavioral patterns. She also reverted to being mute, a curious thing Omega had never seen before. He commented, “No fleeing in terror? No ‘oh god what is that thing?’ No prayers unto deities that don’t exist?”

Penelope moved into a combat stance. If this thing knew who she was, there was no running. She pulled a knife and threw it at the alien’s face. He sidestepped, dodging what could have meant a missing eye. After the initial nervousness of a knife flying by his face, Omega grinned.

“If you were one of my species, I daresay I might like you. You remind me of my heir…” Omega’s grin turned upward into a gleeful smile. He then ducked down and broke into a sprint. He went for a jab at the girl’s chest and his tentacles collapsed in on her from either side. She jumped up onto a pew and took a swing at one of the conqueror’s right tentacles. The machete easily severed it. Omega reeled back from the pain.

Penny took this initiative to throw a knife. This time it embedded itself into the alien’s shoulder. He managed to tough through the pain this time and one of his tentacles pulled out the blade. Still, his entire left arm had gone numb and he was bleeding quite profusely.

However, Omega saw this knife as an opportunity. The halo behind his back began to glow more brightly. It now shimmered, despite the lights of the church dampening the effect. He began to rise into the air and so did the knife. Shortly after, the knife swung at Whitechapel as she danced backwards away from her own weapon. After enough diving into pews, the knife was thrown and embedded itself into a seat five rows behind her, also taking a lock of her hair with it.

Penny hopped backwards, grabbed her knife, and fled to the front of the church sanctuary and hid behind the back row pew. She had deduced that her opponent could control metal. After all, there was no reason for him to not destroy the pew or throw the bibles in the pews. He also seemed to have a “warm-up” time. What she couldn’t understand was why he didn’t take her machete.

Penelope peered back over the tops of the pews. She saw the alien casually dragging himself along on a magic tentacle ride. She decided to take a gambit. She threw her sword straight towards the ceiling. While the king was distracted, she began throwing knives mostly aimed at his face. She tiptoed along the tops of pews, keeping on the pressure with throws while trying to maintain balance. Unfortunately, the knives did little more that put a scratch on Omega’s hands and put a marks in his skin. When she closed the gap, she caught her sword and swung it ferociously into her adversaries midsection. It dragged halfway through the king’s chest before stopping after hitting an object. Said object made the sound of glass shattering.

Omega choked as the light in his eyes dimmed slightly and his body went limp. Convinced her target was dead, Penny spoke, “It seems your heir will be rising in ranks far more quickly than he expected.”

She kicked the body off of her sword. She decided to take the halo, it could be useful if she learned how to use it. Omega then collapsed to the floor. It was at this moment that Penny realized the gash on the right side of her midsection. She limped a bit as she began walking to the door.

As she grabbed the door handle, the gash had already healed. She turned the doorknob. She screeched as something pierced her spine. Her legs gave out under her and she kept herself aloft by holding onto the handle. She craned her neck and maneuvered herself to see what had hit her. She saw Omega standing, with one tentacle injected into her. His face was smug, the sort of face a child gets when they trick their parents. His arms were held out to either side of him in a cocky “look at me” fashion. The damage to his midsection was no longer bleeding, instead it was an opening between his upper and lower chest.

“You’re not the only one who can recover wounds,” the king taunted. Penelope was thankful for every second he was showing off and being cocky, giving her precious time to recover her spine. She set down the halo and lifted her machete in her left hand. She held herself aloft as she regained some feeling in her right foot.

Omega laughed. The tentacle burrowed further into the girl’s back. Her knees hit the ground, her right hand still gripping the handhold. The conqueror pontificated, “There’s a thorn in your side, you should consider removing it!”

Penny grabbed hold of the attached tentacle, finally forsaking the doorknob. She took her machete in hand and cut away the tentacle. Omega took this opportunity to jab at the girl’s neck. She tore the fleshy thorn out of her back and, seeing her adversary charge, did an upward strike right into his left eye.

Omega’s screech was that of a banshee, wishing death to all who heard it. He wailed as he removed his own limb from what was left of his eye socket. He held it tightly, trying to stop as much blood from pouring out as possible as it crashed in a crimson cascade.

Penny army-crawled away, thinking to herself the irony of using knowledge from physical education class despite how often she mocked the uselessness of school education. She made sure to grab the halo on the way out. She entered the foyer and made her way towards an office.

After ducking behind a counter, Penny began assessing her situation. She had seven knives left. She knew her opponent has some strange biology, thus she had no idea where any of his vital organs are other than the one that was damaged when she swung deep into his chest. This, and the fact she couldn’t beat him in straight-up combat meant she would probably have to somehow convince Omega to hang himself up on a crucifix.

After she could walk again, the vigilante heard the roar of Omega as he barreled through the halls of the church. It was at this moment Penny realized she left a trail of blood. She panicked and ran into a nearby closet. She could hardly stand inside of it with all the junk inside. It was horribly disorganized, with packaging lying on the floor and pieces of chairs placed in seemingly random places. She saw a box she could fit into, and hopped up onto the shelf with it. She opened it up and found it full of toddler’s toys. She tossed them all aside, hopped into the box, and closed the flaps.

She heard the door get torn away by the hinges. The sound of boards breaking, various objects hitting the ground, and toddler’s toys playing filled the air. She took a knife and put the hilt in her mouth, bracing for the fall. She went airborne and slammed against a wall before spinning and landing headfirst on something plastic. Her body became cold as tears welled up in her eyes and her heart pumping so fast that her ears and head were in physical pain. The blood trickles from her ears and head reminding her that the reaper was here.

Eventually the noise trailed off as the false deity reigned down his wrath over other places in the church. Penny clambered out of the box, shaking on hands and knees so ferociously she begged herself to stop. She slowly clambered to her feet, and began to walk around the halls. She eventually found a stairway that hadn’t been devastated. Her curiosity had her climbing. At the top, she found a door with the words “baptistry” written on the front.

The room had a small crater at the front, and you could view the whole sanctuary from an opening in the wall. There was also a camera right above said opening, positioned to view the empty pool. The rest of the room, however, was littered with christmas trees and easter baskets. The place was obviously just a glorified storage for the holidays. Penny began looking through the mass piles of items and she found a collection of ropes of various length. Suddenly, she had a plan. She examined the halo once again, and got to work.

Omega had destroyed most of the church at this point. Every hallway looked as if it had been torn up by an oversized housecat. All the doors had been torn off by the hinges. Every decoration was now broken and on the ground. If Omega’s skin was not made entirely of metal he would probably would be visiting a doctor by now.

Having not found the girl, the king was ready to assume she had left the church. His search had been annoying as it was, he hardly wanted to continue searching for something that may not be there. As he made his way through a hallway attempting to find an exit, he found a knife on the ground. He picked it up and realized it was Penelope’s, which wasn’t a difficult deduction to make. He saw two more leading him in a path down a hall. After a while he found a perfectly undamaged door. He was curious, as he thought he had searched everywhere. He dismissed the oddity at the thought that he may have just not noticed it during his fit of rage.

The king opened the door. He climbed the steps and saw yet another door labeled “Baptistry.” He stepped through, and he saw Penelope holding the halo. It glowed brightly with power as her remaining four knives danced around her. Behind her there were ropes attached to dangling Christmas trees, easter baskets, and boxes of chocolates in the shapes of hearts.

Omega turned around to see the door get encased in various bits of metal. They melted against the conqueror’s only escape besides the baptistry opening into the sanctuary. Where there was once a door there was now only a metal plate. He heard the ropes snap as the decorations above him fell to earth. He, in a desperate attempt, charged Penny. A tree, possibly even two, caught his lower back. The metal plates of his lower back tore and shredded into his spine with every struggle.

Omega’s screech from pain was loud enough that Penny covered her ears and dropped the halo. The now-bare walls bounced the sound so well that dropping the halo seemed like the only option. Seizing the opportunity, the king reached for the halo, barely seizing it in his right hand. Much to his chagrin, he discovered the trees were made of a durable plastic. Seeing it as his only option, he tore himself in half.

Omega used the power of the halo again, this time picking up the knives Penny had dropped and given to him. The girl had realized her danger and threw her machete in hopes it would kill him before he had a chance to use it against her. The blade pierced through him completely, but it did nothing more than cause him to stumble as what would’ve been fatal to a human hardly acted like more than a deep cut.

Penny looked around, hoping anything would appear as an answer to her problems. She’d sealed off the only escape other than the potential dive into the Sanctuary. Seeing as how her only other option was to be slowly stabbed to death by a madman, she sprinted and took a leap of faith off the baptistry. About halfway through the fall, she felt two knives stab her in the ankles before she suddenly stopped moving. Slowly she rose up past the baptistry. She looked around and saw what was left of Omega floating right beside her, his eyes boring into her with malice.

Eventually they both made it to the ceiling. Penny was still upside-down as two more knives pinned her feet into the ceiling. Omega’s lips turned upward into a smile as he raised the halo up and slammed it into her head. He raised it once more and did it again. He kept doing this, each blow increasing in power until Penny could no longer protest.

Hours later, Penny woke up. She was bound up in rope, and Omega, still missing his legs, was dragging her through a forest. He looked back towards her, “Oh, I see you’re awake. I hope you like the rest of the crew. They’re quite excited to see you.”

The king laughed, and laughed, and laughed until he could no more.
Penny Dreadful vs. Omega (https://docs.google.com/document/d/19oPLftgKskb7VQ_jpvb3w-yQ19C663MwAl3kAC3LaYo/edit?usp=sharing) by Shock.wav

CnC would be appreciated.

Kamiroo Wolf
08-01-2016, 03:40 PM
Oy, might wanna put each story in a spoiler.

Malacal
08-01-2016, 04:13 PM
Putting a link in a spoiler is pointless. :P

Supposing you mean the other thing, which is copy/pasting the battle, then we'll have to wait for that as Shock has formatted things in the GDoc.
I might be able to do it with my battle though.

Kamiroo Wolf
08-01-2016, 04:26 PM
Putting a link in a spoiler is pointless. :P

Supposing you mean the other thing, which is copy/pasting the battle, then we'll have to wait for that as Shock has formatted things in the GDoc.
I might be able to do it with my battle though.

Either way, much appreciated.

Aquila
08-01-2016, 11:19 PM
Shock.WAV's battle ended with Penny losing the battle... quite seriously at that. That's a strange story to say none the less. Anyways, story boarding aside let's get down to some truly dreadful CnC.

Malacal, besides the redundant section in the intro, which honestly I'm sure I've done before as well, and the fact you have some few spelling and grammar errors,


The thought that someone could reattach limbs in mere seconds was bewildering to the deity. The possibilities for such caliber of healing abilities for medical purposes alone seemed fascinating to him. The potential for a world where breaking your toe could be cured in an instant? Utopian.

His fantasy, however, was constantly being balanced by the reality around him. Omega’s walk around London made him realize just how limited his scope of this world really was. He had spent so much time in smaller towns and newer cities that he’d never seen Earth’s older architecture. The city had it’s newer portions, but there was so much more ancient architecture that it almost made Omega think he was walking through time. However, this illusion was constantly being ruined by random bystanders with cell-phones taking pictures of him. What was more destructive to this imagining, were the bystanders who felt the need to compliment his cosplay.

Yet even further his observations of reality were tampered by his goal. When one of Omega’s fleet soldiers had handed him a file with the words “Penelope Jacqueline Whitechapel,” he was immediately intrigued. She had the ability to heal wounds at an unusual rate, even by his species’ standards. The thought that someone could reattach limbs in mere seconds was bewildering to him.


Whitechapel’s sword slowly worked it’s way out of it’s sheath, making that distinct metallic sound the whole way. The old man scrambled up the dais. As he stood, the vigilante grabbed his ankle and tripped him. He fell, slamming his face against the edge of the platform. The serial killer cut off his captured foot. He sprawled and convulsed on the ground screaming pleas for mercy. The girl stepped on his other foot and lowered her sword into his chest while saying, “Go to hell, where they don’t discriminate in their punishment.”

Omega punched his way through the window and lowered himself onto the dais. He stood tall, black, and as metallic as ever. His halo hung behind his back glowed warmly, “I thought you were supposed to be mute, Penelope Jacqueline Whitechapel.”

It was hardly a gamble at this point to assume that the girl was not the mass murderer in question. She dressed the dressed the same, lived in the same place, and follows the observed behavioral patterns. She also reverted to being mute, a curious thing Omega had never seen before. He commented, “No fleeing in terror? No ‘oh god what is that thing?’ No prayers unto deities that don’t exist?”

Besides those little nitpicks, I enjoyed your story, nice use of character and personality to drive the story. Omega sure is a crazy sonovabitch ain't he?

Shock.WAV, your story was awfully one-sided, most amusingly, against you. Perhaps losing was the far more likely scenario as we are pitting a mortal against what could only be considered in comparison a god, still an interesting idea to toy with. As I'm only capable of pointing out the most blatant things, I don't really see much off about your piece. I like your use of italics and bolds though to add like a stressed tone to your work, to exaggerate and emphasize. I wonder if you killed Penny here purposely, are you moving onto a new character perhaps?

I'm choosing not to vote as I don't want grammar and spelling to be the fundamental factor of my decision. I enjoyed both stories evenly, they were from different points of view so I got to see the characters in different lights and used very well, both stories not skimping on abilities and tactics. Bravo to you both, I tip my hat and wish you both the best.

Crank
08-03-2016, 12:54 AM
Dammit, Mr. May, hadn't anyone told him nothing good happens past 2am?

Wait, shoot, my time.

Anyway! I had to give the edge to Shock in this one, just by a little bit. Malical, for whatever reason, both of the times Penny spoke, I got Horatio removing his sunglasses vibes, and it felt like the blend of horror and humor you made tasted a bit like the sandwich I made at work a few days ago. The ingredients were good on their own, but something about the blend was just a little... off. Probably the onions or the mint. The turkey pineapple and cheese were great though, I liked your action, your strategy and setting, but it felt like you were iffy on what kind of tone you wanted.


His face was smug, the sort of face a child gets when they trick their parents. His arms were held out to either side of him in a cocky “look at me” fashion.


Penelope peered back over the tops of the pews. She saw the alien casually dragging himself along on a magic tentacle ride. She decided to take a gambit. She threw her sword straight towards the ceiling. While the king was distracted, she began throwing knives mostly aimed at his face.


She heard the door get torn away by the hinges. The sound of boards breaking, various objects hitting the ground, and toddler’s toys playing filled the air. She took a knife and put the hilt in her mouth, bracing for the fall. She went airborne and slammed against a wall before spinning and landing headfirst on something plastic. Her body became cold as tears welled up in her eyes and her heart pumping so fast that her ears and head were in physical pain. The blood trickles from her ears and head reminding her that the reaper was here.


Omega’s screech from pain was loud enough that Penny covered her ears and dropped the halo. The now-bare walls bounced the sound so well that dropping the halo seemed like the only option. Seizing the opportunity, the king reached for the halo, barely seizing it in his right hand. Much to his chagrin, he discovered the trees were made of a durable plastic. Seeing it as his only option, he tore himself in half.

Again, I like humor. Mint belongs in everything as far as I'm concerned, but here, I don't know if I should dismiss Omega or be scared of him. Omega's an enigma, and it's sticking him in some gray, non-scary, non-silly void, which really doesn't help you. I really think this is the onion's fault (damn, untrustworthy onions). Most of the dread felt like it was from Penny's perspective, but it felt she was also the one making the playful observations. Now I know you like both elements, and I don't want to tell you to quit doing one, but it'd be worth playing with how much of each spice to use, or where the spices would be. Maybe if Penny only saw the horror of the monster before her and the joking observations were made in her absence it would've helped. Not sure, but again, nice work!

Shock, I really enjoyed all the emotion you displayed, and as someone who pretty much needs dialogue in his stories, am always impressed by how well you handle your selective mute! I enjoyed the tone, and look forward to seeing what's in store!

Malacal
08-08-2016, 09:51 PM
Congratulations to Shock.wav on his victory.