Today though, a glorious battle is happening between me and WafflesMgee. Today the battle Omega the Usurper King and The Horror, Handyman. Limbs will be EVERYWHERE.
For those who do not know the characters, here is Handyman and here is our glorious ruler, Omega
Now for me to shut up and you to read and brutally berate us with glorious CnC
WaffleMgee's Story
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This was the RHG City. Two giant halves, heavily populated by the unique peoples of the world, people who defy the normalcy of regular human lives. They flock to the city to either fight, to test their skills and to make the most of their potential, or to relax and live a nice civilian life amongst others who, like they, are also different.
Though chaotic at a glance, the place had order. There was peace for all inhabitants. Yet there is one who wished to change that. One who wished to rule the home of peculiar people and special somebodies. An alien creature watched the city from afar, a scheme-ridden mind behind its hungry eyes.
Cold air filtered through the forests behind, the breeze-caressed leaves created a cacophony of clicks and calm white noise. The wind dodged through the trees as it flew over the foliage and into the back of a metal humanoid. The air currents danced around and through a cape arranged of appendages.
“A chaotic place full of warriors too powerful for the normal world,” it spoke in an accent not of this world, a voice like steel upon steel, “befitting for an army.”
“But first,” he pondered out loud, “how to get in?”
He decided he should rest for a while, a break before he decided to move on. He had a long journey so far, and a God must appear at his best before his subjects.
Then suddenly, the wind stopped. The air fell still and the world turned silent, as if all the motion in the universe had stopped. A chill spread through the air, the skin of the alien penetrated by the cold, a feat which the wind failed to do. Omega, the one who thinks himself a God, felt the mortal lure of sleep pile up through his body. His limbs turned heavy and his thoughts slowed down. His joints slowly started to lock, his eyes started to dull to deep, dark red, his mind prepared to succumb to slumber as his vision started to fade into black.
A twig snapped behind him.
Omega’s senses flared up, jolted awake from this brief bout of drowsiness. He spun around, his many tentacles whistled through the air as he did so, before they landed down at his back where a few of their sharp points sliced lines into the dry dirt. He stood before the forest, dark and gloomy gaps between the strewn-out trees, murky from the dusk that started to creep over the tops of the trees, where the darkness slowly flooded out from the wicked woods that stood in front of him.
He witnessed a shadow vanish from the corner of his eye, some large shape that withdrew within the trees. Omega was no coward; if someone dared spy on him, he’d seek them out and obliterate them. If someone wished to challenge him, they should have the nerve to do it face to face at least.
Omega started to stride towards the forest, every alien footprint imprinted onto the earth placed with confidence, lines in the dirt where the tentacles trailed after him. And, with the glow of his Halo to guide him, Omega started to navigate this labyrinth of lumber.
“This won’t do. I need more light.”
Omega sparked a ball flame in a raised palm. The fireball threw out its brilliant shine, flickers of its light danced along the bark of trees all around, except the one that shuffled behind him.
“What? Come out!” he roared as he spun around once more, though all he saw was wood.
“Hmph,” he scoffed. He stepped around a few trees as he tried to get a good vantage point on whatever moved. He almost considered it just a trick of the light, until he looked up to see something long and dark slither up a tree’s trunk.
“You think you have the higher ground, eh? Not for long.”
The tentacles from Omega’s back floundered into life, their points dug into trees around him. They started to climb higher and higher, his body dragged along with them.
“Come out! Can’t hide forever!” he teased as he tried to coax his follower out to meet him.
He raised his hand once more, fireball still nurtured in his palm, and flung it out into the direction of the shadow. It was unable to hit anything and the flames extinguished themselves after a short distance. But, though nothing was left scorched, the flames managed to stun something large. Very large.
Omega was unsure of his success at all until he saw a colossal shape, limp and lifeless, crash down from the leaves above, with countless twigs and branches shattered on its way down, a rain of leaves and wooden shrapnel flooded down as it slammed into the forest floor. Omega descended down after it.
“Hah!” he roared in satisfaction, “There was something following me!” He didn’t much care about the size. All he knew was that he shocked the thing stiff, and if something was this scared over a little fire, it probably wasn’t that big of a threat.
His feet touched the foliage-littered ground once more, this time with something in sight. The soft glow of his halo showed some mass of black flesh as it writhed away from the gentle light.
“Scared of me, are you? Should be! Hah!” Omega started to laugh, a few of his tentacles raised above his head in preparation for attack, the rest flung into trees for mobility.
He thought that his mockeries would have made his audience stand up and confront him, so Omega wasn’t prepared for this giant thing to scurry away like a scared dog.
“What? A WEAKLING?” he cried out, his laughter suppressed. “I’ll show you what we do to WEAK-”
His sentence was left unfinished, the last of his words drowned out by an immensely loud noise, like a whole tree was just snapped in half. This sudden shock of sound caused Omega to be briefly paralyzed, but he eventually decided that this must be the creature’s roar. He believed that he should release his own battle cry against the beast, so that it knew what it was going to deal with.
But he quickly realised that the sound wasn’t a roar, and that it really was the sound of a tree snapped in half. Omega couldn’t even start his battle cry, the vocalisations in his extraterrestrial throat being lost in a scream as a meter-thick length of log flew past him, thrown like a mere javelin.
A shock froze his body briefly, many thoughts raced through his mind, mainly centered on ‘this creature may not be weak after all.’
Ascended to the trees once more, Omega slowly strafed through them, an attempt to move closer to the mound of darkness that shifted restlessly before him. He had never encountered a beast like this before. A thought formed in his head. Could he talk with it? Of course. Surely, all beasts can be tamed.
Soft light between branches started to get closer and closer to Omega, his prey’s shape defined through the gentle glow of the night’s half moon. He broke into a clearing, one he had encountered earlier from his travel.
The creature he had followed was indeed a grand beast. though its body appeared thin and frail, its joints ground and cracked like a lame animal. Heavy thuds pounded the earth as it slowly retreated to the other side of the field, somewhat vulnerable now it was out of the forest. Omega knew that, just beyond the thin wall of trees the creature headed to, there was a busy highway road full of bright lights and loud noises, audible through the quiet night air as tyres rolled over tarmac and horns blared, the distance made their harsh noises sound like a seamless part of the gentle atmosphere.
“Come, creature. I have you cornered,” spoke Omega, his voice soft. He knew this creature had mighty strength behind it, though in the open it had nothing around to throw at him. “Be my pet, and know the comfort and purpose that comes from being at my side.”
The creature stopped dead in its tracks when it realised where it headed. Its teeth chattered inconsistently as they heard the multitude of sounds beyond its destination. Lights of cars moved behind the trees and gentle lines of light shifted across the creature’s tarnished black skin, tingles left in their wake. It saw the figure behind it had stopped, and it turned to face it.
The sight disturbed Omega. He felt something human about this creature, even though it was far from anything that resembled a man. The smile, the eyes, the faux ribs, the lame attempt at feet from disfigured fingertips. Its proportions were way off, the spine a spindly stick and its fists giant bricks of knuckle and black leather skin.
“You are indeed a disgusting creature, but I shall have you nonetheless. Come.”
The creature started to panic slightly as its fingers fidgeted and body shifted restlessly. Its head started to vibrate and dart from side to side. It knew its only escape were the sides, but it knew whatever Omega was could make light, and so it needed to try and deal with him.
A giant open palm struck into earth and crushed through the rock underneath. With a deft movement, it unleashed a wall of stone shrapnel where a storm of blinding dirt and dust followed. It tried to scurry away from Omega towards a part of the forest where it was darker and calmer, but it fell as it scrambled helplessly as its joints broke themselves apart under it, unable to cope from the stressful movements.
The distraction did not work as stone ricocheted off Omega’s steel hide and dust just breezed past his clear crimson eyes.
“Pathetic,” he growled. “A marvellous creature such as this, and it’s a coward. I’ll have to beat that out of it if it’s ever going to be a worthy minion.”
Segmented tentacles dug into ground before they thrusted Omega forwards, their movements swift like the legs of a steel spider. As steep points dug and tore through ground, he travelled fast enough to catch up to the beast. He had to keep quiet and stay in the beast’s blind spot; he felt like a tactical genius, of course a creature this dumb wouldn’t think to look behind it as it retreated!
Though he quickly learned that it need not use its eyes to see. Its two fists struck into the ground which caused the rest of its body to flail to a messy stop. Omega started to tumble as the tentacles fumbled to a halt to the side of the beast. The creature’s fist ravaged a path through the dirt as its weight was slowly dragged into a powerful slug. The creature twisted its whole body, the gained momentum of its clenched hand came to a sudden halt as all four knuckles connected with Omega’s chest, the alien’s body tossed a good distance back from the blow.
Omega’s yells stopped when his back slammed onto the ground, his whole body racked with tremors. He glanced down at his chest and saw four massive dents where knuckles struck. His eyes darted to the as it fumbled and scurried as it reached closer and closer to the forest.
“Th-That’s it” Omega’s voice stuttered, “T-Time t-to deal with y-you.”
He raised his clawed fingers from the ground, followed by the rest of his right arm. Open-palmed, he aimed towards the beast, and with a clutch of his fist, the trees once more bent to his will.
Several small, loose trees shook themselves out of the ground, their masses thrown towards and around the beast’s body, its body now clutched in a lumber prison. Omega slowly raised himself up on to his feet, careful to keep his focus on the trees. He felt his elemental control weaken as he had never used it this much before, with the pulses of power that emanated from his fingers turn fainter and fainter. The trapped beast slowly hovered towards him locked in place. Omega knew what he needed to do now, he had to punish the beast back. He had to show it who’s boss. This is how you train a pet.
His left hand readied at his side, prepared to light a flame, though it was immensely tough, he had too much focus on the bundle of wood and limb before him.
The beast was sick of it.
Limbs started to flood wildly from the beast’s skin. Multiple hands and arms started to push the beast free of the trap, the air filled with sick sounds as skin tore and bones shattered.
“W-what is this!?” Omega yelled as the creature morphed and moved like something he’d never seen before, not on any world he’s been. The sudden transformation into a mass of limbs that convulsed and jerked in hideous ways shocked Omega out of his focus caused the bars of wood to drop around the body of the beast. Now released, it raised itself high with its arms, legs ditched for long, powerful arms; the creature had now attained a monstrous height. The trees that once held it were now held in various hands, poised to throw a barrage of wood at the thing that tried to capture it. And it unleashed it.
Omega’s tentacles dug into ground and threw him away from the stakes of wood headed towards him, though one timber missile managed to peg a tentacle into the ground, the alien suddenly pinned to the spot..
“Gah!” he shouted in frustration as he was yanked towards the wooden pole, like a disobedient dog chained to his kennel. “Well!” Omega retorted to his assailant, “I can throw trees too!”
The pole- now torn in half from impact- was uprooted violently, a chrome appendage wrapped around it. With a spin and a timed whip, Omega returned it to the sender. It hit the creature squarely in its face, it now disoriented as it crashed backwards from the sheer force.
“Ahah!” Omega laughed in his small victory, the heavy pain in his chest ignored through his sadistic ecstasy, “Down, boy!”
The beast was, once more, sick of it.
Light from the half moon was slowly obscured as clouds moved over the grassy clearing. A powerful chill ran through Omega’s whole body, a tell of the horror to come. The creature before him writhed and spasmed as limbs withdrew back into it, the beast once more in its humanoid shape, though this was not to last long.
It thrust itself up with its giant hands, its stance like that of a gorilla’s as its knuckles thudded on the floor. Its seemingly-innocent face stared through Omega. Its blind and unblinking eyes showed a childlike joy through the whole horrible ordeal. That is, until they started to move, along with the rest of its head.
Parts of its skull started to clump up into balls of fingers as its head slowly tore itself asunder. It raised one foot and battered it through the dirt, particles of dust and blades of grass shot about from the force, and then the other.. Before Omega knew it, there was no longer a cheerful smile of live yellow teeth, but now a mess of teeth-lined tentacles that convulsed and jerked in hideous ways, a hole in the head’s center blacker than the deepest parts of space. Omega now realised the pain in his chest that once screamed in his ears was now drowned out by the sound of an unending roar. The vociferous vocals of the monstrosity turned louder and louder, the noise like a scratch on the universe itself, like the chalkboard of reality slowly torn asunder by the nail of some elder god..
Fog started to flood out of the beast’s head. The thick mist hit the floor and started to spread to the world around it,