Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26988423-20160602092216/@comment-26826553-20160702140623

Fairy27 wrote: //I would say Dark or Marcus from AvPvT but....maybe not.

Purdie: *in line* Great.... *gulps* //Yeah, I guess the truth is now clear...I mean, only one of them can cloak up (actually, the other one can right now, but he just gained that ability recently, & will first show in this RP), & the pseudonym "Mr. Hunt", a name based on his profession, is enough to indicate who he is...to the directors at least.

Mr. Hunt: Alright...Now you unblooded children...Whoops, wrong term (get a grip, stupid, these ain't one of your own kind)...I mean, privates, we are to train the way how we did back in my homeplan...I mean place. Home place. So, who's ready to hunt some serious s**t?

CitroCop: *stomps on the ground, which vomits up an arcade machine* Several of these machines are scattered throughout the campus, hundreds of them hidden. You have to destroy the machines in the order they came from. Since this is the last to emerge...*stabs at the machine with his lightsaber wristblade, only for it to be stopped by an invisible force*...There are 150 of you, & the machines...We'll not reveal the number...When you destroy a machine, the one that popped up after it will have its impenetrable shield (which covers it from all sides, even underneath) disabled. There's clues to show if the machine is shielded or not. Of course, we all know that these machines won't just be standing there. Some would move. Some would teleport. All of them can do this...*punches the machine's energy shield, & the arcade machine responds by producing a big black 8-bit "Doberman"*

Doberman: WOOF! WOOF! WOOF!!! *salivates & glares at the kids with its bloodred eyes*

CitroCop: The day before (which TAPA skipped roleplaying to speed the roleplay), you were asked to give your favorite video games & books. Some of the monsters you see within will be based on those of your favorite games & books, though others are original *zaps the "hellhound" with his volt vision, reducing it to ashes*...The training you were given last Wednesday would be enough.

(Flashback (of brief scenes) to the Wednesday I skipped for reasons)

Dynamo Jack: Jab-jab-hook-uppercut-jab! Oooh, McCormick is down.

Stan: Oh my god, they killed Ken-

Dynamo Jack: No talking!

Kyle: (You bast**d!)

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Dynamo Jack: Shoot shoot shoot! You missed the mark by a few inches. In battle, it means you'll be picked off by the enemy you sought to destroy, so ensure he's out before he kicks YOU out. McCormick down again.

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Dynamo Jack: There's a pattern, you just have to f**king get it or

(CRUSH!)

Dynamo Jack: You'll be left as a grease spot.

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Dynamo Jack: *floating in the air, controlling his flight* The gravity field is on "F**k mode (means the gravity plates alternately & randomly switch from gravity to anti-gravity mode, so the kids are struggling as they fly then fall, fly then fall). Don't keep flying, fly too high, you hit the gas above & pass out. Don't keep trying to stick to the ground, you could get pulled down hard.

(SPLAT!)

Dynamo Jack: McCormick out again!

//Kenny: I can't even recall how many times I died yesterday...

(Flashback of the intense, hardcore Wednesday training under Dynamo Jack ends)

Mr. Hunt: Go choose your strategy. Whether you all choose to group together & find together, destroying one machine at a time, or hunt in small packs, it's your choice. Just remember, you need to take down all the machines within an hour, or more will appear. Remember, each machine, though rendered shield-less, has higher durability than the last. One last warning: every hundredth machine will pack a surprise...So now *with CitroCop* RELIEVED!

All: Sir thank you sir! *they split...some group up, some hunt unshielded arcade machines alone*

Random Cactus: *finds an arcade machine hidden under tree roots, &, after figuring out that it was the first arcade machine that popped out (& therefore has no shield)...* HAHAHA! *spits a thorn at it*

(CRASH!)

(The thorn shattered the screen)

Cactus: YES!

(But not before an 8-bit mastiff hellhound popped out)

Hellhound: WOOF! *chomps teeth several times*

Cactus: Oh poop...Good boy...

Hellhound: WOOF! *snaps a tree root in two*

Cactus: ...Guess I'm running...AAAAH!!! *runs off as the hellhound chases him, barking*

Mr. Hunt: Hahahaha...Sorry, can't help it...F**k it, kid, use your training!

(A random Electric Currant zaps the hellhound several times before managing to "delete" it, the pixelated fiend exploding into several bits, Mega Man style)

Electric Currant: Be thankful I saved your butt. Now do you want my help or not?

Cactus: Guess I could use help...*hunts alongside the E-Currant*

Mr. Hunt: Better. One down, a ba-zilllion (exagerration, obviously) or so more to go.