TBNES - Tournament

thomas.berubeg

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The Tournament

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At it’s heart, this NES is a story writing competition. Stories, as it is stated in every NES, are the basis and core of NESing. As such, this NES will try to strike at that very essence, to be a purely Story NES. This Story will be an attempt at Collaborative story telling, drawing on the writer inside of you. A Shout-out NEEDS go to Nylan, who ran a similar NES a few years back, and from who I have stolen a large section of the Rules.

The Setting:

Why you are here is not important. Some are here for glory, some for the illusive prize, but all that matters is that they are here, drawn together for the single-minded, bloody, goal of beating the tar out of each other. The setting is an Arena, able to place the competitors in the environment chosen by the All powerful Moderator. For those here to fight, the only way out is through victory... or in a body bag.

Rules:

You will create a character and enter them in the competition, beginning with an entry where they find themselves in the amusement park. This entry should demonstrate a little of their personalities and what they are capable of (NOTE: This is submitted before matchups are posted and the first round begins). Each turn will have two rounds. In the first, you will be paired up against another player. Each of you must write a story with your character defeating your opponent’s character. In the second, the judges will chose victors based on which story was better and that character will move on, while the other will be eliminated from the competition. Victory goes to the last character still in the competition. In the second phase, Observers may write stories.

Rules:

-Anyone can enter! Please don’t hesitate to give it a try. Have some fun writing!

-Fan-characters will not be accepted. Do not introduce any characters from an existing franchise you do not yourself own. Any sort of special abilities, magic powers, or weapons you bring with you are allowed, just remember that good story writing is the name of the game

-Battles can be written however you like, so long as they end in your defeat of your opponent. Of the utmost importance is preserving story canon (entries from the winners of previous rounds) and capturing the personality of your opponent’s character.

-Battles don’t necessarily have to end with your opponent’s character getting mutilated or focus entirely on your character’s sweet moves. The focus should be on creativity and originality, and it just has to be a “defeat”. Write the way you like to write, and don’t be afraid to express yourself or try something new. Essentially, just demonstrate your character defeating their opponent, and give the judges a reason to want to see more of them.

-Quality trumps quantity

-Since a nice clean 1 – 2 – 4 – 8 – 16 – 32 tournament isn’t likely, we are going to have to improvise. If there is an odd number left, a group may have three contestants or one player may be given a bye. Matchups will be randomized each round to ensure fairness.

-At the end of each turn, I will post the victors, as well as the matchup (and settings) for the Next round.

-Lurker comments are encouraged, so long as they are on topic, as are Spectator Stories.

-Above all, HAVE FUN. That’s what it’s all about, really


The Judges Will be Myself (Thomas.berubeg) Adrogans, And Seon.

You may post.
 
Can I revive Raul as a character for this?

No backstory crap or anything, just as a basis for the sort of character here, the ability to do transmutations. He was always designed as an epic but anticlimactic battle character.
 

-Judge North

Of course. All characters of your own creation is are welcome.

And yes. I do write in Comic Sans.
 

-Judge North

Personally and philosophically, no. You may play as a particularly lucky moose if you wish.
 
They had been in a top secret government lab when it all went down, a simple B 'n E, intelligence gathering, finding out about mutant camps.

Aubrey was terrified when she first saw the purple light, but Raul wandered too close, Set and August were indulging their bloodlusts in another part of the facility, and Cody Tepper was a Marble statue watching to proceedings in silence.

Raul hated that, turning people to marble, but sometimes they don't leave you any choice. He had sworn never to do it again though, maybe if he had turned his uniform to lead or something, but it was too late to do it over.

And Alice, Alice was shooting lighting everywhere, maybe that is why he had fallen in, Agatha. The witch, possessing people. What a mess everything had become, "Too Political" some said, "Stop the constant infighting," and Raul knew it was true. The world he used to live in was a mess, and he helped make it that way.

But then he went into the purple light.

You wonder where all the hippies went, because sure there may be a few crusty devotees shooting smack in trailers somewhere but by and large the hippie movement is gone. But I'll tell you what happened to them, they all got sweet government jobs doing high tech work, they invented the internet and all the real nutty X-File conspiracy stuff. Like this purple light machine. And sometimes, when you get into the depths of their handiwork you can consider, "Isn't the internet something that someone who was really tripping hard would come up with?" "A Device, so that we can all, like, commune together at all hours, and like, our souls can reach out and touch one another…"

This is the feeling that Raul remembers from the purple light, because it led into a Technicolor twilight zone, the sort of groovy interdimensional teleportation you would expect from the truly fried, he wondered if anyone had seen this craziness, or if he was the first human to take that plunge.

He finds himself now outside of an amusement park, truly bewildered, no tanks in the street, no police, no constant scanning and asking for cards.

He looks around, and realizes that there aren't any mutants here.

The sun is shining, giving texture to the sky as it fades to darker shades along the horizon. The few clouds that litter the sky provide the occasional solace from the heat and the gentle breeze seems to summon him towards the ticket counter.

"Hello, sir, can I help you?"

"Where am I?" Raul asks.

"You're at the Arena, I assume you're here for the special event?"

Raul pats down his pockets, "I don't have any… Currency."

"It's no problem sir, do you have, by change a special skill? We have a steep discount on the talented today."

Raul produces a lead slug out of his pocket and smiles "Want to see a trick?"

And he flips it in the air and relaxes, lets his mind wander into the protons of the atoms. The protons are the tricky parts, if you can move the neutrons and protons of one atom to another then your second atom will find its own electron, the air crackles around the coin with the faint electricity of the reaction. Raul can feel the atoms and weigh the elements of the ferris wheel, of the counter, of the man behind the counter.

The coin turns to gold in midair.

The bandana wrapped around his head shifts from silver to gold to pure diamond, every atom of carbon formed perfectly and carefully before it flutters back to cloth.

"You should have received an invitation," the man says, opening up the turnstile, "how have I not heard of you before?"

Raul tells the truth, "I thought I was dead."
 
Looks interesting! :)
 
interested, will write story soon. How long do we have before the first round starts?
 
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Just confirming that Seon is answering correctly.


Kyzarc, I'm going to see how many submissions we get, and cut it off when and if it tapers off.
 

-Judge North

Hello, Contestant Raul. It is I, Judge North. I shall be in charge of your livelihood in this godforsaken land.

Please turn to right of you.

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This is where you shall live for the time being, until we either change our mind or tire of your presence here. Or perhaps until the moment of your untimely demise. Of course, it doesn't look like much on the exterior. It's the interior that matters.

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Pick any room you want. They are all identical anyhow. We do sincerely hope that you enjoy your stay.
 
It's about time :cool:
 
Hey,

The Orginal Kill Girl Miyabi appeared out of thin air. No flashing light. No sound. The familiar smell of cinnamon telling her the teleportion was done. She quickly took in her surroundings. Hedged in "Amusement park", at least this entrance. Ticket booth with shadowy figure. Six clouds in the sky. She pulled her modified A1 Katana from the small of her back & began dancing around giggling wildly. Its edge glowing blue as amplified the weapon with her own bioelectric.

"Miss? Miss!" Yelled the shadowly figure from the Ticket Booth.

Miyabi turned. Her plasma lance pointing toward the voice. The upper corner of the ticket booth disappeared in a blinding plasma blast.

"Miss please reframe from using violence before you have entered." Called the figure now beneath his counter. "Here is your ticket. Its on the house." He held up the ticket in a shaky hand.

"I don't need no stinking ticket." Gracefully slanging her plasma lance on her back. She retrieved the invitation from her hip pouch & threw it over the melted window of the ticket booth. "I was invited."

"I am so sorry Kill Girl Miyabi. I should have known it was you right away. With that short black hair." He was yelling from below his counter. "Schoolgirl uniform that barely reaches your black leather thigh highs. Twin hip pouches. Katana & plasma spear. And a rolled rain poncho across your shoulder blades."

She knelt to make sure she had all her gear. Twenty feet of thin industral chain with weighted end. Two braided metal cesti, one in each boot top. Three "Alien Glue" bombs and the Succubi Gelcap mask. A fanciful, half skull looking mask that used interchangeable pheromone gel-capsules to restrict pain, heighten awareness & increase bioelectric output and speed.

"The mistake was that your bioelectical pattern is more like Lt. Rose." The man took the opportunity to peek over the counter. "Who we expected really."

"Shut the mouth & open the gate." She laughed loudly & walked into the park.
 
Please do not terrorize the workers here. Enough of them have been fed to my Scientific Experiments.

If I had a penny for every minion of mine that I could only recover the big toe of, then I would have 46 cents.
 
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