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wRHG Tournament Discussion Thread | CONGRATULATIONS TO THE WINNER!

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Jun 18, 2013 4:53 AM #1010797
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Update: 6/28/13
Preliminary Round is UP!

Update: 7/1/2013
Round One is UP! Evening the Odds is the theme.

Update: 7/19/2013
Round One hath no mercy! The Loser's Bracket Sign-ups is up!!! (newcomers welcome)

Update 7/23/2013
Round Two is up! Chaos abound.

Update 9/17/2013
wRHG Semi-Finals! is up

Update 9/23/2013
Loser's Bracket Semi-Finals are UP!!!

Update 11/28/2013
Final Round is Finally Here

Update 2/3/2014
Final Round has Ended! Congratulations to the Winner!!!
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Jun 18, 2013 7:30 AM #1010892
Uh...I'm in?

Like this? Or do I have to write sumthin' like a story?
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Jun 18, 2013 7:50 AM #1010900
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Uh...I'm in?

Like this? Or do I have to write sumthin' like a story?


Write your character's reaction and mobilization to the building :D
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Jun 18, 2013 8:56 AM #1010941
Bl.An.C. was on his flight getting home when thousands upon thousands of flyers block his path. "Expletive: What the fuck?" He murmured. He grabbed one of the flyers in mid-air and read it.

"wRHG Tournament. Located in scenic Abandoned Warehouse District. Please look for the most ominous and largest warehouse you can find there."

The pseudo-android thought for a moment and decided he had to join in. It was another way of scouting for possible allies in his endeavor.

Bl.An.C., The Pseudo-Android officially joins the wRHG Tournament.
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Jun 18, 2013 9:03 AM #1010950
Okai.

There's nothing much going on on StickPage city, ever since Christmas. Being bored, Aiman decided to check up on his friend, Raf. But then, flyers rain down from the sky, hundreds of them. Shocked as he was, the mage grabbed one of them mid-air.

The flyer interests him. A tournament, eh? And its located at... Abandoned Warehouse District? And in the largest, most sinister warehouse? Oh well. Better get going. As he lowers his body, Aiman turned to Wind element. With a drop of water somewhere somehow, he flew to the place, leaving a vicious wind in his wake.

As ErrorBlender said,
Aiman, the Elemental Master, officially joins the wRHG Tournament.
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Jun 18, 2013 9:16 AM #1010969
Luther opened his eyes, rolled on his side and switched the light switch from the lamp on his nightstand. Light scattered across the room, revealing multiple hospital beds. Some of the beds still had their patients in them. Luther was one of the last patients that was still recovering from his wounds.
On Luther´s nightstand still lay Pluto´s documents. Luther had not looked at them since Pluto left, mainly because he slept most of the time. At first he was surprised by the amount of sleep his mind required, for his body does not require sleep at all.
"Excuse me sir, the doctor wants to speak with you", a small tanned nurse approached Luther, "the doctor told me you would be able to walk by now". The woman's voice was covered with a thick scottish accent, but Luther could understand it quite well. He nodded and said: "Alright, but could you help me get up anyway?".

The doctor's office was small and only contained simple furniture along with old posters of the human body. The doctor was sitting in a big red chair with it's back facing Luther. When speaking the doctor did not turn around to face Luther.
"Please Luther, sit down". The voice of the doctor was low and sort of monotone.
Luther's body did as it was told, a strange feeling of recognition slipped inside Luther's mind.
The doctor continued speaking: "Do you remember why you are here Luther? Good, see these flyers on my desk?".
Luther's eyes immediately focused on the flyers on the doctor's desk. "You are no doctor are you?" Luther grinned.
The chair turned and revealed, surprisingly, Luther's commander: The Operator.
As always the Operator was wearing his shaded glasses, but instead of his usual black coat he was now wearing a white doctor's coat.
The Operator seemed to be observing Luther's body, then spoke: "Incredible isn't it? The speed of your recovery due to the Roch is just amazing".
"Tell me about the flyers already, let me guess, another assassination? another mission to destroy an innocent Gladiator?" Luther asked slightly annoyed. "I've just litteraly got out of my hospital bed, and yet here you are already giving me another assignment!".
The Operator didn't speak for a while and just sat there watching one of the flyers. "You have no choice Luther, you were made by us you see, you will participate in this wRHG tournament somewhere in the middle of the Abandoned Warehouse District, whether you like it or not". The voice of the Operator showed it would not tolerate "no" as answer.

Luther sighted, "Let's hope the Gladiators in this tournament aren't as weak and pathetic as in the other tournament".
The Operator grinned, then his face turned serious, "Your combat clothes and knuckle bandages are inside a box in the storage room of this hospital, now tomorrow morning you will mobilize yourself to the Abandoned Warehouse District and participate the Tournament".
Luther turned around and walked towards the door. Words suddenly popped inside his head. He wasn't sure where he'd heard them before...

A man chooses, a slave obeys.
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Jun 18, 2013 11:13 AM #1011267
Pencillum strode down the long hallway, too exhausted to complain about why he had to stride down the long hallway again. Suddenly, the roof above him opened and thousands of flyers dropped from the sky.

"I've seen weirder," he muttered, and grabbed a flyer.

wRHG Tournament. Begins soon. See me at the Abandoned Warehouse District for details.

"Huh."

A tournament. That might fix my hunger for battles.

Pencillum, the Lead, officially joins the wRHG Tournament.
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Jun 18, 2013 5:38 PM #1011568
Zero sat in a very comfy armchair, relaxed while petting the fluffiest cat in the world. He smiled while the warm beast graciously accepted his pets. As he went to stroke the cat's mane once more its body exploded into a cloud of white smoke and rainbow colored paper!

"No! I over pet my Confetti Kitty!"

Zero was disappointed by this casting a pouting gaze on the paper bits, he realized they were larger than regular confetti and had writing on them. He picked up a few pieces finding they all said the same thing. wRHG tournament to begin soon. Follow the cat. The confetti then merged back into its original cat form and the feline took off out the door.

"Wait! I didn't get my cookie!" Zero called out as he chased his Confetti Kitty through the forest that lies on the outskirts of Stickpage city. "Great he's headed for the city. Probably some sort of wRHG thing...this oughta be fun!"
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Jun 19, 2013 1:26 AM #1011869
Added you all. Now these people need to show up...

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I don't remember any, so...you Mecha-Hewitt.


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I think that's the point Gamer :P

Mecha-Hewwy <3


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and Mecha-Hewitt too I s'pose :3



As well as my mysterious plus one. Which I'll inform later or soon.
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Jun 19, 2013 6:08 AM #1012042
wRHG Tournament? Okay I'm in.


As the once great Todesberührung sat outside the outskirts of the wRHG stadium, a slight pamphlet descends from the sky. Falling like a leaf on an Autumn day, it delicately lands onto the fine grass before him. The undead lifts the flyer up and tries to read it, hoping that his left eye is still capable of reading.

"What is this...?"

He squints and tries to make out what it says.

"A fighting tournament.... unknown grand prize...?"

From what information he has collected, it appears that somewhere in the section of Fluidia is hosting a tournament for those who wishes to enter and fight their way to achieve the glorious, yet mysterious reward. What is this reward to be exact? Is masking the true prize really going to grab the attention of others who wish to find out? Or is there something more? Possibly some kind of wishing machine, or stacks of cold hard cash waiting for their grubby, greedy hands to grab it for their own selfish reasons.

Todesberührung is unsure what the prize will be, but there has to be a reason why the host is announcing a fighting competition. Through many minutes of pondering, he receives a flashback; the times when he met the spirit of his twin sister, Elisa, for the first time since her death.

"My dear brother, it has been so long since we've met... but unfortunately, I am only here to deliver an urgent message. so once it has been delivered, I won't be able to see you again.... now please listen.... on the mark of the third Wednesday of June, you will receive a message from a mechanical fowl... he will tell you what is needed to be done... only then will your quest will finally conclude. You must listen what the fowl says, his song must be heard for survival. Your survival. A tree of rogues and creatures will be awaiting your arrival. You must chop the tree down, and only then, the fowl will lead you on to the end of the road."

Could this mean that what she said meant for the tournament? Who is this mechanical fowl? The undead flips the flyer over and is shown a image of a mechanical-looking bird. A strange symbol, but it seems that her message means that he must enter this tournament in order for his quest to be completed.

Todesberührung stood up from the ground and looked up to the sky, hoping that his sister is watching from above, and accepts the invitation.

From what he can make out, he had followed the directions specifically provided from the pamphlet, and finds himself in a desolate and abandoned location somewhere in the Eastern District of Fluidia. There, he sees a worn-down warehouse, possibly the only largest warehouse around here. He enters the broken doors and sees a mechanical owl perched upon a wooden bird stand; the copper plates and feathers seems brand new and not rusted and worn like the rest of the district. Not knowing if this is the fowl Elisa was talking about, but whatever's the case, he walks to it, then it began to speak.

"Welcome to the tournament, please state your name."

Puzzled, but knows that he's in the right place after all, so he then provided his alias.

"I am Todesberührung, and I am here for the tournament."


[Sorry if it's not brief. I just simply got carried away. :P]
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Jun 19, 2013 6:20 AM #1012048
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wRHG Tournament? Okay I'm in.


Wow, now that's unexpected ^^

Edit your post into a short intro of your character making it in the warehouse and you're in.
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Jun 19, 2013 10:53 AM #1012225
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Wow, now that's unexpected ^^

Edit your post into a short intro of your character making it in the warehouse and you're in.


Maybe some of the veterans might spot the tournament in your sig and flock here. :D
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Jun 19, 2013 4:17 PM #1012540
Better late than never, don't worry, I'll be more active from here on out.
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Ned closed her eyes listening to the hum of her surroundings, she really did grow to love the bustle of the city.

Crunch.
"Hm?"

The sudden crinkle of paper under her shoes surprised her. The girl opened her eyes to see heaps of paper scattered on the ground and even more floating down from the sky. Alphonse caught a flyer and read it silently. After a moment he turned towards her with a grin on his face; a chill went up Ned’s spine.

"There's a tournament, sounds fun."

"Oh but Sir, I thought we were suppose to be taking it easy this week and-"

Alphonse was already walking away, "Come on, it's this way."
While she was cautious about this tournament she couldn't help but smile at Alphonse's eagerness. With a half-hearted sigh, the maid hurried after him.

Ned, the Sweetie, officially joins the wRHG Tournament
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Jun 19, 2013 5:41 PM #1012617
"Kalena...I..."

Her footsteps slowed, and she inclined her head slightly, just enough to see her companion rush to her side, panting from the exertion.

"Corvon?" Kalena returned, patiently waiting for him to catch his breath.

"Kalena...are you...truly sure about this?" Corvon asked. His expression turned to that of worry, too concerned about what would possibly happen to her.

"I am as firm in my decision as I ever will be, Corvon," she answered without hesitation, her words firm as steel, "this...tournament. It will be a good chance for me to judge those who have joined this wretched system."

"But..." he said no more, only staring at the ground with a downcast expression. What else could he say? He knew that she was bent on walking through the path she had decided for herself, and no words from him could possibly change her mind. And, he thought glumly, what gave him the right to challenge her decision? He would be selfish, ignoring her wishes just so he may...

Kalena glanced at him, his vexed, almost frustrated appearance, and felt a lump at the back of her throat. For the third time, she found herself questioning if what she was doing was truly right. But she quelled the minuscule sparks of doubt, and turned to the conspicuous warehouse before them, grown in size now that they were nearing it, her thoughts back to the potential battles that awaited her.

Whatever the result that may come out of it, they could only hope that the best result would arise.
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Jun 19, 2013 11:22 PM #1012839
It had been three days since Acel had first arrived to Stickpage, and she was already settling into a morning routine.
The deluxe breakfast that she had eaten that morning consisted of a pigs worth of bacon, a baker's dozen of a baker's dozen of waffles and two glasses of apple juice, all paid for by the Organization. Say what you want about the organization, but they pull all the stops for their employees.

Abruptly, as she was cleaning up after breakfast, a loud beep came from outside the kitchen. Although, she had never heard this sound before, she guessed that it was a message from command. Dropping her plates into the sink, she rushed into the living room and turned on the television. On the screen, was her friend and subordinate operative 698, she looked tired and had bags under her eyes.

"Good Morning, Vicar 04, Command has a new mission for you," she said cordially.

"Morning to you to Kayla, you look tired," added Acel.

"That is besides the point Vicar Acel, the organization has a new mission for you," she stated.

On the screen, another window opened up displaying a paper flier:

Official wRHG tournament
sign ups in the Abandoned Warehouse District
@Large Ominous Warehouse


"Ooh cool," responded Acel.

"Your first mission is to gain access into the wRHG tournament and collect as much data on the participants as possible. Winning in the tournament is optional but encouraged as it will make the Organization look good at Stickpage. Since you aren't yet ready to participate in the RHG fighting and since you are new to stickpage in general, this will be a good way to get your feet wet. Good Luck, Cecelia."

"Thanks, and try to get some rest Kayla." responded Acel as the connection closed.

"Oh this, is going to be so much fun!" exclaimed Acel.

Vicar 04: Acel, the Speed Demon, officially joins the wRHG Tournament.
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