Madness Combat
Origin: Drop-In
Abilities:
Amorphous Body (Free) - A gaseous, almost liquid form that is pure black and red eyes. Almost featureless.
Weapon Manifestation (50cpD) - The ability to manifest 21st Century weapons out of my form and anything that is created after the 21st century. The more complex, the more tiring it becomes.
Weapon Mastery (100cp) - The ability to use any conventional weapon with great skill.
Expert Aim (100cp) - Top notch accuracy.
Equipment:
Armory (100cp) - A crate of modern weaponry delivered to me every few months.
The Mask (100cp) - A steel mask that looks like this.
Dark Sword
(150cpD) - A blade of darkness that gleams with a scarlet aura.
Shifting Clothes (300cp) - A black duster and pair of pants that will shift into new pieces of clothing to cover any injuries that I accumulate over time.
Cloning Facility (300cpD) - A large facility filled with man-sized vats to clone a disposable army in a year. A batch can be created in a month and even comes with a means to train them.
Drawbacks: Endless (200cp) - They will never stop... The bodies will continue to pile up till the sun is blocked.
Let Us Begin….
Silence.
Darkness… and then the welcoming hand of the benefactor. A woman in white,
drowning in boredom as she spoke to me. It was interesting… Going from an
almost eternal feeling of consciousness to seeing a pale, grey landscape before
me.
I was
sitting on a bench now, my body composed of only dark energy that had
apparently shaped itself into a more fitting shape for this world. A humanoid
shape, but obviously anything but human. Sitting in front of me was a small box
with the words “To get you started” written upon the top of it. With a simple
movement, I opened the box and drew out a cold, steel mask, a pair of black
pants and a matching, ankle-length duster, and a long, dark sword that appeared
to be made of the same, amorphous matter as myself, but with a red glow along
the blade. A final item of note, a small note, had the directions to some sort
of facility and a letter saying that I had a meeting with the local sheriff…
Whoever that may be.
A small
stroll over to the nearby pond, ignoring the confused and worried looks of
those that walked and played around me, and I donned my new clothes and, with
my dim, red eyes glancing across the water, I tilted my head back and slowly
slid the mask onto my face. My eyes grew in brightness, eventually breaking
through the slits in the mask in a scarlet, flame-like glow that lapped at the
edges of the mask. “Well… If I am to entertain the very being that gave me a true existence…
I might as well get started. First… I should go to my appointment.”
I have so many papercuts. This hurts to read.
ReplyDelete-Sigmumd
And who... are you?
Delete- Yet-to-be-named
As far as I know, my name is Sigmund. My only memories are of school life and my servant. Good old What's-his-face.
Delete-Sigmund
Hmm... Sigmund. I'll accept that. Now, how did you find this little space in the void?
Delete- What's-his-face
I was directed this way. And I was referring to Rider as What's his face (Rider is not his actual name). I'm currently in the Moon Cell so I cannot do much except lead you in the right direction.
DeleteIf you need a name, how about Shiro? Or Finny?
-Sigmund
I do not know what the Moon Cell is and I do not know who Rider is. I require a name, but I will find one of my own in time. Are there others?
Delete-Nameless