Ah, yes. Everyone knows that the General Section is where you'll find the social elite of Stickpage. Most of the mods hang out here, most of the discussion takes place here, truly we must be smarter and better than those silly plebians who hang out in the Literature section :rolleyes:
Why don't we combine our immense genius... and create a work of perfection that their mortal eyes have never before had the honor of seeing? We're gonna make a wRHG. But here's the twist; our intellect is too massive to just compress into the work of a single mind. We all need to work together on this.
So we're gonna do this one sentence at a time.
As per the rules, we'll go through the following categories (copy-pasted from the Character Rules thread, thanks Sacred):
- Name of your Gladiator
- Abilities of your Gladiator
- Weaknesses of your Gladiator
- Personality of your Gladiator
- Appearance of your Gladiator
- Backstory of your Gladiator
- Demo of your Gladiator
We'll go through each section, one sentence at a time as we add to our creation's attributes. Some things, like weaknesses, will be just one thing per post. Other things like the backstory will be bigger, and a proper one-sentence-per-user will be followed.
The demo however, will be the best part. After we have created whatever twisted monstrosity of a wRHG after the process has been followed through... I'm gonna write a demo story for him or her. It will be glorious. WafflesMcgee will cringe so hard it will create a time paradox and the universe will warp itself back to a point where this thread never happened at all.
So who's in? First poster gets to decide the name :o
TO DO LIST:
Name of Gladiator
Buh Bob.
-Abilities of your Gladiator
-Can summon a B u h B o b to help him in battle. Only one B u h B o b can be on the field at once, and it dies when killed.
-Can enlarge his body parts at will
-Can create buhbles that will deflect any kind of attack, but they pop upon being touched by anything. 3 bubbles max...
-Weaknesses of your Gladiator
-His enlarged body part could lose its air at any random moment, like how a balloon goes *phoooooeeeeeeeeeeeeeuuuuuuuuuu* lol
-Whenever Buh Bob summons B u h B o b, he loses a memory. The stronger the B u h B o b, the stronger the memory.
-He gets awkward erections randomly except when it matters.
-Personality of your Gladiator
He's a gentleman in all respects - if he hits, he hits with class. Every other gladiator is out to kill him for a variety of reasons, the more "polished" they are the more they are after Bob.
-Appearance of your Gladiator
He's a small, young boy with a handsome face and manly figure. He sometimes wears the Troll Face mask to cover his overly handsome face. Underneath the trollmask he has a Hitler mustache and he has a fedora hat.
-Backstory of your Gladiator
Backstory: Buh Bob was a normal boy until everything changed when his parents cloned themselves, making him an anti-orphan and causing him to suffer a serious double-oedipus complex at the age of 14. And sadly some of his dad's clones started abusing Buh Bob because hes such an handsome young man. One day he finds out the cloning device used by his parents, but fucks up and accidentally gains the power of cloning himself at will.
At the age of 17, he found out that his parents owed some landsharks money but didn't pay.
By the age of 20, his entire parental mass was executed via the landshark mafia after not being able to pay for the last decade which caused them to take all his parent's belongings and cash leaving him nothing but a suit and a fedora to his name. Over time, he managed himself enough to create his own unique meth lab and sell his product but each time he managed to take in his wonderful drug it had weird permanent side effects to his cloning powers. Jump to the current time period, he finds himself on the run from many people claiming his drug had a side effect that caused partial permanent memory loss and hides himself under a mask that suits his work. Despite all he's been through he finds the need to be classy, his suit always proper and fedora tidy on his head, perhaps a nod to all his mothers that wanted him to be a good boy.
-Demo of your Gladiator
An overcast sky hung over the quiet town. Air hummed with bass and the faint singing of an outdoor concert that carried all the way across the city. Warm air brushed the flaps of Buh Bob's suit. He could smell the scent of burgers and bonfires through the holes in his mask, as families enjoyed the waning summer season.
It was here that he was assigned to meet his opponent, in the parking lot of an empty church.
"You're late." A slim figure stepped out from behind the corner, hands on her hips. "I thought you'd chickened out. Finally decided an asskicking was on your schedule for the day, did you?"
It took one glance for Buh Bob's instincts to kick into overdrive. "W-wait, you're a GIRL?" He stammered before clearing his throat, straightening a well-pressed fedora he wore on his head. "I mean... m'lady. It's a pleasure to meet you on this fine day!" He tipped his hat, admiring his charm as the girl had to suppress her laugh.
"Yeah, whatever. I'm here to fight. Let's get the formalities over with." She reluctantly held out a hand. "The name's Flare. I go by Supernova when I'm fighting. Who are you?"
"I-I'm Buh Bob." He cracked a grin that failed to look appealing in any way.
"Huh, funny name." Flare twirled around, stretching her arms as she took slow steps back. Fiery plasma hiccupped from the girl's palms as she arched to the side, but Buh Bob's eyes were fixed to her remarkable posterior. It was with a sense of dread that he felt his old arch-nemesis rising like a sleeping dragon from the depths of his loins. "So, how long 'you been doing wRHGs for?" She asked, still facing away as she arched to the other side. "You're my fourth fight. You're also gonna be my fourth win. I'm called Supernova for a reason."
"I..." Buh Bob's poor heart fluttered as Flare bent forward, stretching to her toes with grace. In a pre-emptive strike, he adjusted his pants. "You're my first fight, ma'am. But don't think you can beat me so easily... I've grown up tough."
"Oh, haven't we all." She turned back around, curling her arms behind her back. Buh Bob tried with little success not to notice the glorious view the exercise provided him. The angry serpent's rage grew more powerful. "Let me guess. Dead parents? History of experiments that gave you powers? Evil mafia and/or corporation that hunts you down outside of your wRHG life?"
Before Buh Bob could do more than nod, Flare very casually removed the bagged and wrinkled shirt she wore on the outside, revealing the wRHG uniform beneath. It was not designed with subtlety in mind, and Flare knew that all too well as she flaunted her figure with confidence. Buh Bob fought hopelessly against his inner demon and realized at last that his battle was futile. What of his class? What of his aura of the supreme gentleman? What would his mother think?
There was only one way to win this war. Mutually assured destruction.
"PRE-EMPTIVE STRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIKE!" The caged dragon took flight, expanding from the safety of Buh Bob's pressed pants and taking to the skies with a vengeance as he activated his powers. Hell hath no fury to match the rage of Buh Bob's prime warrior. Flare was hit directly and sent flying, careening through the air and colliding into the side of a parked car with the sound of shattering windows and crunching metal. The alarm blared out into the sleepy suburbs with one choked cry before sputtering away, and for one moment, all was silent.
And then the air itself detonated with a Supernova's enraged scream.
The wRHG warrior flew into the skies with fires trailing behind her, blazing through the air. As she whirled through her path of flight, energy was gathered from the sun and the world itself as Supernova grew brighter and brighter. Windows began to frost over with ice. The grass began to wilt and the sun itself seemed to dim as its power was siphoned from the atmosphere. Buh Bob gulped.
"Ultimate move! Red giant apocalypse!" She cried out into the air, pulsing with unimaginable strength that began to warp light and gravity around her. Buh Bob could feel the heat on his face through plastic of his mask. "Say goodbye, creep!" He decided now would be a good time to form a bubble around him. It popped gently into the air, surrounding him and floating a little bit. He smiled.
And then the sun reappeared fifty feet away, and all of its torrenteous power emptied into the space where he stood.
The church was incinerated immediately, and the heat expanded in a shockwave of plasma that burned everything in its path to ashes long before the fire physically reached it. The earth itself shuddered and heaved open with humongous cracks that gasped for moisture. Metal and asphalt and earth alike was molten and then blown away, forming a massive crater that grew and grew as the wound punctured deeper into the Earth's flesh. The once quiet city was completely obliterated and the clouds in the sky all melted for hundreds of miles away, erasing the overcast weather and leaving hot, sunny heat.
And in the center of it all was Buh Bob. His bubble popped as the last whisk of power disappeared. He smiled apologetically, tipping his fedora once more. "You're pretty powerful, m'lady." He said, sincere.
"W-what?" Supernova gasped, chest heaving as she struggled to stay in flight through her exhaustion. "How?! That's not possible!"
"I guess it is." Buh Bob shrugged, pointing a finger her way. "I'd love to explain, but there's something else I have to do first."
"How do you--what are you even--"
"TACTICAL COUNTERATTAAAACCKKKK!" Buh Bob's finger expanded with merciless speed, slamming once again into Supernova with the force of a speeding truck. The breath escaped her chest at once and she flew high through the air, disappearing somewhere on the horizon. She did not return to try her luck once again.
And then his massive finger twitched. "Ah, shit." Buh Bob sighed.
The air escaped from his finger without warning. There was so much of it and so much pressure inside that the man was sent twisting and spiralling through the air. He was gone with the wind, never to return.
The only herald of his departure was the fading sounds of *phoooooeeeeeeeeeeeeeuuuuuuuuuu*
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