As the participants made their way inside the seemingly abandoned ominous warehouse building, the door suddenly shut behind them and spotlights immediately radiated the scene. A stalwart young gentleman in a brown frock coat began strolling down a walkway above them, applauding to no one in particular almost as if to mock them for their folly.

"Congratulations." he said, furrowing his brow in amusement. "I suppose you all know why you're here...so let's get to it!"

The floor lights came to life as the participants finally saw what they were up against. A trap.

"Play nice now, gentlemen." The Host simply said before disapeparing into the crowd...





Objective
Welcome Everyone, to the first phase of the tournament! In this Round, we will determine the bracket seeds for Round One. Your task is simple: the lot of you must take on TWO. THOUSAND. THUGS.

What's that you say? Piece of cake? Think again.

Here's the catch: We don't care if you go all OP and wipe the floor with these brutes. What we will be looking at is how you write it.


What do I do?
1. Treat this event as an RP/Roleplay. You may make ONLY 1-4 posts, detailing your reactions and actions to the current situation. When you make your post, kindly attach a Post #x where x is your post number, before your entry even if you are only ever going to make ONE post. This is so we can count the number of posts you actually made. And to avoid confusion.

2. One post = a time period of 30 seconds to 5 minutes. Post anything that appears LONGER than that and it will greatly affect your ranking.

3. You don't need to take on all 2000 thugs. In fact, you can choose to not do anything at all. You may run away and cower, side with the thugs and kick the other people's asses, or even try and find a non-combative solution to the problem for as long as that is WHAT YOUR CHARACTER WOULD ACTUALLY DO.

4. Yes, you CAN team up with one or more participant. You can RP off of each other and work together (or against each other), including reactions, dialogue, and combination attacks. This is perfectly alright and will be taken under consideration.

5. OOC Chatter on this thread is allowed. Please put them in **These Tags** if you are doing them.


Scoring and other Miscellaneous Things
1. For the duration of this tournament, the Signup thread is now the Discussion thread. Please refer to any off-topic comments, and in general other administrative stuff on that thread. If you are planning to RP off of each other and do not wish to PM, you may use that thread for OOC chatter as well. Also, if you are leaving temporarily because of IRL issues or concerns, post it there too.

2. For this Round. The ff will be our judging criteria:
a) Attention to detail.
b) Ability to adapt (both from the event, and other posts if you're choosing to RP with other people).
c) Quantity to Quality ratio (the ability to detail something well with less than a wall of text)
d) Character Consistency (if your actions pattern your wRHG's bio in terms of personality and ability)
e) Traditional Spelling and Grammatical Errors

3. The deadline for this Preliminary Event is ONE Week. That would be June 28, 2013 No timezones. I'll be very lenient about this...for now. Remember, we're not looking for a novel or a short. Save those for the actual battles. Right now we just need a snippet of your talent and how it deals under pressure.

4. When all the entries are complete or when the deadline has passed, we will rank your entries from 1-12 based on our judging criteria. Then this is how we will determine the bracket:

1st Rank vs 12th
2nd vs 11th
3rd vs 10th
4th vs 9th
5th vs 8th
6th vs 7th

***If anyone else joins at this point, we will adjust the bracket accordingly.

5. And now for some Miscellaneous Info:



Good Luck Gentlemen. The Tournament has officially BEGUN!

Posted:
GamerXD8
The Organization
Rochedan
Chamel
ErrorBlender
Anywho
blakphoenix
Shadowkirby
Shaq
Lobotomizer
merich1
_Ai_

Not Posted:
saintmccaw

Post #1
"Alright! Now...what the hell should I do?" Lucas wondered as he scanned the premise. The "Abandoned Warehouse" is quite spacious, enough to fit at least a few thousands of people. And currently, the only occupants are the wRHGs joining the preliminary. And the TWO THOUSAND THUGS at the opposite side of the warehouse.
"Wonder if the Host has a few loose screws? Why else would he do this?"
"Lucas. Can you please stop bitching and GIMME THE DAMN BODY! I will mow em down so hard that...Um...What should I say?"
"Rio...Why do you need to prove your idiocy? Anyway, looks like this will be one hell of a fight." Lucario warmed up a bit, then he entered a fighting stance; waiting for others to make the first move.

Post #1
***www.youtube.com/watch?v=oPiIHo66UaM starts to play, followed by www.youtube.com/watch?v=dlagz2xDdr8, followed by www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pmw4VfJMD-M***
Acel sighed in relief. She expected a crazy challenge, like slaying a dragon. This "trap" didn't even match up to her morning exercise.
"How is this any fair?!" yelled out Acel, "Where are all the rest of your henchmen?!" she goaded, her voice echoing throughout the Warehouse.This got the attention of her fellow wRHGs.

Acel could feel her blood getting riled up, the mass of extras that stood before her were nothing but ordinary thugs; sheep to the slaughter. Acel had hardly had a chance to let loose since she first arrived at Stickpage, and these low-lives would get no sympathy from her.

"Wait," She thought, "I could wipe the floor with these guys, but this is the perfect time to see the other wRHGs in action."

The dark mass of thugs on the other side of the warehouse started to get rowdy, they were preparing to charge.

Acel smirked.

"WHO IS READY TO DIE TODAY!!!" she roared, her demonic voice echoing of the walls and rattling the foundations.

"Maybe, that was a bit much." Acel thought to herself.

Acel began sprinting in, leaving behind the masked brawler with the blue aura and the other wRHGs. Even though it wasn't even a fraction of her speed, she moved staggeringly fast, provoking the thugs to rush in as well. In cliche fashion, all two-thousand weaklings rushed in yelling at the top of their lungs. Before they even reached her, Acel simply vanished, reappearing high above on one of the metal walkways.

"Dope seats right here." she said as she sat on the edge of the walkway, observing the ensuing chaos.

Post #2
"What the?" Lucario was surprised that "Acel", a new wRHG that have just joined, didn't fight and only observed from the top.
"Hm...Interesting...Scouting eh? Lucky that I don't need to do that since I've already read the info inside the database. Alright then. Rio, be prepared. After charging up, let hell break loose. But do try not to get injured ok?"
"Who do you think I am? I am RIO! MASTER OF ALL MARTIAL ARTS! No weaklings can injure me! Hahahahahahaha!"
"You DO realize that only I can hear you laugh, right? Anyway, let's get this party started!" Then Luke raced to the opposite of the warehouse, away from the goons and behind the other wRHGs. He focused all his strength and released a burst of air and radiant blue light.

Post #1:

Immediately after the young man wearing a brown coat finished his speech and disappeared into the crowd consistent of two thousand thugs, shit hit the van. The other participants stood in front of Luther, scattered and keeping distance from each other. There were 11 other participants, three women and 8 men. Most looked like average day people but some of them really got Luthers attention, he quickly observed them. There was this man, wearing a metal suit which made him look like a robotic-man, an android. Another man with silver hairs and silver eyes gave Luther unpleasant memories about his previous Gladiator Game.
A loud voice echoed through the immense warehouse: "Who is ready to die today!", the voice was demonic but came from the average looking woman with a blonde ponytail. The two thousand thugs in front of Luther and the participants did not show fear, most of them reacted with pure aggression and raised their weapons. Most of them were dressed in light-combat gear and wielded simple but lethal weapons. These weapons wouldn't be lethal to Luther, but could still hurt him. Luther wasn't sure what happened but suddenly the thugs started charging towards him and the small group of other participants, and the blonde lady now sat above them on the edge of a walkway, observing the upcoming fight.

Luther raised his fists and focused himself, a voice whispered in Luther's head: "A man chooses, a slave obeys".

#Post 1

-Chance didn't seemed phased by the current situation. Ahead of him, there were quite a lot of "thugs". Most of them were carrying some kind of weapon, and Chance couldn't help but laugh when he spotted a few with knives.
-"This should be fun." He chuckled under his breath. Chance couldn't help taking notice of the group around him; the other participants in this little game.
-The red-haired man took a slight step forward, sliding his hands into the pockets of his suit pants. Chance's chuckle seemed to echo slightly in the dusty warehouse. His hair swayed gently as he continued to walk forward slowly.
-"Now boys, don't go dirtying up my suit, it cost more than your lives are worth." His tone was provocative, his eyes narrowed to mock. It seemed to work as one man in baggy jeans and a loose white shirt pushed through the crowd. The eyes of the man were wild and blazing with fury and annoyance. In one hand, chains were wrapped somewhat loosely around his wrist and hand; in the other was a simple, double-edged dagger.
-Perfect. Chance smirked and jerked his head up slightly as if to say "bring it".

Post #1

The android had been watching the scene before him. His wingpack was currently still attached to him as he had listened to the Host. He said something and disappeared into the shadows, away from his line of sight. "Observation: The host of the tournament is...a young man?"

The pseudo-android gazed around into the warehouse itself as numerous people -- not gladiators -- rushed in. They had assortments of weapons on hand, if not the rather useless fist. Bl.An.C.'s auditory sensors picked up a scream through the massive amount of thugs.

"WHO IS READY TO DIE TODAY!!!" The voice screamed. The android recognized this as a female and he searched the building for its owner. After a few seconds, he had found her. It was Acel, the new arrival back in the Lounge, she was behind Lucario for a moment then left him to oversee the event.

"Observation: Acel is yet another observant gladiator. Interesting..." The android said to himself. He dropped himself down to the warehouse's roof and knelt down to get a better view from a hole he had spotted.

Lucario retreated to the line of wRHGs as the wave of thugs advanced. The blue brawler had began charging up and a powerful aura had formed about him. "Observation: Lucario shows the ability to charge up in a sort of energy, similar to SinkHole yet able to do so without the risk of injuring himself."

A gladiator had taken up the front line. The dark brown haired gladiator raised his fists as if to appear he would go for the the entire fight. Bl.An.C. looked to his side and saw the bright red haired man in a classy suit. This one seemed to very casual even when the thugs had dawned upon them.

"Conclusion: Interesting game, Host." The android had said. Two flashes of light had formed from the android's hands and his wing pack flared. After a second, the light had manifested into two separate weapons on each hand. On his left was the electrifying Iron Fist, glowing and cackling with dangerous sparks that danced above its metallic surface. And on his left was the Plasma Gun, a rectangular cannon-like weapon that had a sphere at the end of it and took hold of the pseudo-android's entire forearm. The gun hummed lowly, charging up.

"Observation: The number of goons have seemed to have stopped." He deducted as he zoomed in closer at each of the double doors at the sides of the warehouse. "Conclusion: What is in here, is what is left. None else. Plausible action: eliminate hostiles."

The android crouched and rushed forward with the help of the wing pack. He surged ahead of his fellow gladiators and led his charge with plasma fire, felling several of the goons. In a quick sweep of his body, his feet met the ground and swerved him back to face his allies. Most of the thugs had now adopted the idea of surrounding the android. Not a good plan.

Bl.An.C. charged up his Iron Fist. "Mockery: Is that all you've got?"

Post #2

Luther had taken up the front line of the battle. But he wasn't the only one. A man with red hairs, wearing a suit casually stepped forwards, next to him. He heard the man saying something provocative.
The still charging group of thugs was almost in close-combat range. Multiple shots were fired from the group of thugs, but Luther ignored the sounds, bullets fired from small arms could not hurt him and he was busy focusing.
Out of nowhere another gladiator began charging towards the thugs, he was wearing a mask and his entire body showed some kind of blue glow. Luther had no time to observe the man. He closed his eyes and began to focus. Focus..... Focus Luther....
He opens his eyes. The red haired man was still next to him, fighting a man wearing a loose white T-shirt. Although the battle was intense the red haired man's movements seemed casual and relaxed, but also lethal.
A hammer flew towards Luther's head. He barely managed to dodge it by ducking underneath it. The thug that threw it managed to tackle Luther before he was able to stand up. But Luther was focused, and while still mid-air he got hold of the man's head. The man's skull cracked open the moment of impact.
Quickly Luther stood up again. On his side the red haired man decapitated the thug he was previously fighting, his suit covered in blood. Multiple other thugs jumped on the red haired man, but he managed to maintain his coolness and started fighting again. The android flew over Luther's head shooting multiple shots in the crowd.

More thugs started surrounding Luther.
Not long after Luther's fists are covered with blood, he could see the fear in every thug's eyes when he killed them.

#Post 2

-The man in white rushed Chance, which was not a good decision. The knife was stabbed into his arm where it stuck. Chance's face turned a look of amusement as he eagerly removed the knife and stared at the attacker.
-"Little boys shouldn't be playing with weapons, mate." Chance chuckled. He brought the knife to his mouth and lustfully licked the exposed edge.
-The thug took a step back, but quickly recovered his composition as he began to unfurl the chains from about his wrist.
-"Oh-ho, you want to play with chains?" Chance chortled. Calmly, the red haired man withdrew a single hand from his pocket, and snapped.
-In that instant, the blood from both his wound and the blade erupted into a series of twirls and spirals. Nothing but a chuckle escaped Chance's thin lips as the crimson liquid finally settled into crusty chainlinks.
-"Then let's play with chains." Chance burst out with laughter as the scabbed chains shot forward and wrapped around the victim's throat.
-The man struggled helplessly as his throat was slowly crushed, his breathing becoming ragged and uneven. Fear was apparent in his dark, cold eyes; but Chance could only laugh at this man, this helpless man.
-"Isn't this fun?! You aren't laughing, mate!" Chance shouted, his tone on the edge of insanity. The helpless man tried to scream, but only a small squeak managed to wiggle its way out.
-"Sorry? I didn't hear you!" Chance laughed. He cupped his ear mockingly as the man slowly became unconcious, his body becoming limp in the scabby chains.
-"Oh? You want a nap? Good night!" Chance chuckled hysterically as he raised his hand. He snapped once, and only once. The chains tightened around the thug's neck, and kept tightening. There was a loud and audible crunch noise and the man's head separated from his body.
-The blood from the carcass splashed to the ground, and unfortunately onto Chance's suit. The other gladiators were too busy focusing on their own prey, so the red haired man only had to deal with the group ahead of him.
-"Who wants to play a little game?" Chance chuckled.

Post #3
"Looks like it's show time. Aura level has broken our limit! Strength has exceeded twice as normal. Time to let all hell break loose! Have fun, Rio."
"AW YEAH! TIME TO PARTY!" Rio took control of Luke's body and jumped right into battle. As he was flying in the sky, his hand glowed blue and came out of it several Aura Spheres. They rained down upon the thugs, sending goons after goons flying. They were well-aimed though, avoiding Bl.An.C. and Luther below.
Luke crushed one goon entirely during his landing, his blood sprayed across the floor. The thugs were stricken with fear; an android with hi-tech weapons and two powerful martial artists stood in front of them. Yet driven by their greed, wielding their low-tech weapons, the "cannon fodders" charged at the wRHGs, hoping to overwhelm them using sheer numbers. Alas, quantity can't beat quality. As the black android attacked with his hi-tech weapons and Luther performing deadly punches and kicks, Lucario dashed into the crowd and killing every weaklings in his ways with his bronze knuckles and rock hard legs. Charging through a "sea of men", a trail of blue explosions and brutally crushed corpses could easily be seen.

Post #2

Everything was utter chaos.

Blood was spattered across the floor and bones were heard breaking and shattering.

Lucario led a charge straight through the wave of aggressors, trampling down their numbers quickly. The android looked around, goons were closing in, wielding mundane weapons such as a sledgehammer and a couple of bronze fists. They would be menacing if not for his suit. The troop of goons closed in bit by bit until they all screamed and charged right in for the pseudo android. Bl.An.C.'s head snapped to one side where the man with the sledgehammer had rushed in. He reeled back his arm and smacked the man before he could bring down his hammer. Sparks flew from the man's body as he was pushed through the crowd of goons. The others were not dismayed a bit and continued their charge. The android then proceeded to fire his plasma gun, taking several down. Their burning flesh filled the air as other goons just jumped over them to get to the android.

"Observation: The amount of..." A goon slugged the android's head nicely but Bl.An.C. countered almost in an instant and smashed the man's face to the ground before continuing his sentence. "...goons in the area is very much exceeding a thousand." He stuttered a bit as he swept his Iron Fist about and firing a stream of plasma on an oncoming horde of goons. They fell like flies but none of them were dead. They were all moaning about in pain until they drifted into unconsciousness.

"Continuation: Even with our power, this might take a while to..." Bl.An.C. swerved to the right, a bullet cut through the air as it struck a goon behind him. The pseudo android charged and struck down the pistol wielding goon with a powerful strike from his knee. "...quell this kind of number."

Post #1

After the man finished talking, Alphonse handed the girl a soda bottle, Have fun.” He pointed up on the metal walkways, “I’ll be up there if you need me.” Alphonse patted the brunette girl on the head before he made his way towards the stairwell.

Ned turned her attention onto the fight, she felt sorry for the people but that didn’t stop her from beating them up. It was her job after all. She took a sip of the soda and the effect was immediate. Starting from her head and down to her toes, she could feel the energy surge through her. She raised the bottle and closed her eyes as it began to take shape. after a few seconds the light died down and a giant green bat was shown. A black tree constricted the bottle with branches spread out along it pulsating like veins.

“I apologize for what I am about to do and I hope you will forgive me.”

She started to run towards the action but stopped in her tracks as a gust of wind flew by her, it was some kind of robot and within mere seconds it had dispatched several enemies. She tightened her grip on her bat and ran faster to catch up.

A thug charged at her with a knife in hand. Still running,she grabbed her bat with both hands and swung and it at his rib cage.

Crack.

The knife flew out of the man’s grasp as his bones caved in upon impact. The man was tossed across the ground, kicking up litter and dirt, when he finally came to a halt he violently coughed up blood. The girl turned a blind eye and focused on the other enemies.

Post #1

Zero stood and watched as the other gladiators rushed into the fray, whether to find a vantage point or to begin fulfilling their blood lust. He was keeping a close
watch on the crowd in hopes to find the mysterious figure that greeted them. As he observed he noticed that the gladiator to thug ratio was far too great for him to be able to simply sit back and watch. From the midst of blood, energy blasts, flying bodies, and indescribable carnage a group thugs was breaking through. Some of them eyed Zero and began to rush him; he tried to think of ways to reason with them as they approached.

"Stop!" Zero yelled, holding out his hand. To his surprise the small group of 5 that rushed him obeyed his command. "Huh, now then, don't you think your mothers would scold you if they found out you were here?"

All of the thugs gasped in a disgusted shock of bewilderment.

"Our mothers are all dead homes!" The fairest skinned thug responded with the hispanic looking one following up.

"Doth thou sling slander so vile towards our late mothers?"

"What no! I wouldn't...." Zero replied swiftly then spoke to the hispanic one, "Woah guy, you need to upgrade your vocabulary."

With that comment they all began to swing at him, to no avail of course. As Zero dodged the attacks he glanced about the warehouse to see the number of thugs around him increasing.

Post #1

As the brown-coated man unleashes thousands of thugs upon us, things has gone chaotic. This so-called "tournament" feels no more than a trap for victims to dwell in. Seems that the other participants are fighting against the raid of criminals, while Todesberührung is surrounded by other thugs. He remains in the center of the murder circle, slowly closing onto him. The undead shows no fear towards them and remains immobile as they stare with anticipation to kill; some of them are carrying weapons such as knives, bats, chains, and hooks.

"Get ready to die, you piece of shit!" screamed the thug with the metal pipe on his right side, then run towards Todesberührung.

As he's about to land a hit, the undead grips the pipe just in time, right before it struck the head. The reaction on the thug's face was priceless as he saw the pipe disintegrate before his eyes. He fell back, and scrambled away from him, but the remaining men stay in place, knowing that despite the destructive power of the deathhand, one man won't withstand against a crowd of brutes. This doesn't surprise him in any way, he has faced pariahs like this before, except bigger.

He then finally spoke, "Who's next?"

The grunts were surprised, but remain standing. They all charged at him, but he still remained immobile. He's ready for chaos. He's ready for bloodshed, that is, if there is any blood to be spilled.

Post #2

Alphonse ducked and dodged as the thugs tried to attack him, he made a swift kick to one of the goon's faces then calmly resumed his walk towards the stairwell.

“Such fun.” he mumbled under his breath, he never thought he’d enjoy being in the city so much.

-- -- -- -- -- -- --
“N-n-n-no!”

The man managed to cry out one last thing before a giant bottle smashed against the side of his head. Ned made sure to just knock them out and not actually kill them but she started to wonder how much longer she could keep that up. The maid turned to catch another thug pointing a pistol at her; she furrowed her eyebrows and made her way towards him.

He took a step back and fired, the bullet narrowly missed her but she continued to approach the man. His hands shook more and more violently as the girl got closer. Frantic, the thug began firing at will but every bullet was blocked by the over sized bottle. Soon the bullets ran out and he decided to just throw the gun at her as hard as he could.

She planted her feet and lined up like she would if she was ready to hit a baseball. She swung, the air splitting as she did so, and hit the gun straight back at her enemy. it struck him right in the gut and he collapsed to the ground blacking out from the pain.

“27” she took a moment to catch her breath, she could feel her heart trying to jump out her chest.