Blood_Wolffe

Thanks, I appreciate the feedback.

Simply amazing.

After a very long hiatus from drawing, I present to you, World War Wolf.

World War 2 words that could help

Tora - Japanese for tiger
Axis
Overlord
Fuehrer - German for leader
Blitzkrieg - German for lightning attack I think

Those are the ones off the top of my head.

*Bites Rakash's pointing finger*

Nilbog is goblin spelled backwards!

Anyway, a little more background would help. But maybe he lost his sword, or suffered an injury, or was in a coma. More people in comics have comas than soap opera characters.

((Also, I don't get why people are thinking Arachnos is in charge of everything. The Council, The Circle of Thorns, Malta, and Crey are all just as big, if not bigger. No one organization is on top, but that certainly isn't stopping anyone from trying in various forms. I will elaborate on this on my next post.))

((Sorry. I recently moved and am pretty busy. Taking the Phoenix PD exam tomorrow.))

"Nobody really reports to anyone around here. Can you act as an advisor?" Wolffe asked the precise machine that was M-113.

"Failing that, I guess you can report to me. I don't like the idea of that though... Anybody else interested in going to Portal Corp?"

I doubt you would get modded even for describing grotesque events.

I have never seen it done, and I have seen writing where people get hacked apart or burned alive.

It is in better taste and more effective to suggest what someone does though. Make your audience know what is happening without actually saying exactly what goes on.

Another piece of advice. Don't work around the word filter. People will get what the [censored] you are saying. Working around it will get you modded and I think it comes off as juvenile behavior.

((Sorry for the delay. This thread has become muddled and difficult to follow, which makes it discourages me from posting.))

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"I am afraid I have no new information. It would appear that the infrastructure has crumbled and I am cut off from our satellite network, which will make my transportation based on topographical maps which may be inaccurate. I really should seek a way to re-open the portal and rejoin my unit, but as that is something beyond the scope of my knowledge and resources at this time, I am willing to aid you in your cause of resistance."
The droid, not needing to breath, was prone to long sentences.

"I am the M-113 transportation and medical droid. I am designed to get troops on and off the battlefield, and keep them alive while they're fighting. I am also capable of stealth missions, sneaking behind enemy lines and infiltrating squads. I have other capabilities but they are top secret. Would you like my help?" The droid stood at ease, mechanical claws clasped behind its back.

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"We could always use help. As for strange things at Portal Corp." he said to the lizard men, "that would be a good place to look. I am pretty sure it is just a whole lot of machinery though. Never cared much for technology anyway. But if you want, we can go there. Not much to see though."

What's going on in- hurk!"

*Errant dart hits in neck*

*Flop*

You're all wrong.

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Doesn't matter as long as its on the forums!

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What range are you looking for in a word count?

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Eh heh heh.

Eh heh heh heh heh heh...

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!

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Quiet you.

Meh. Even if he meant it I wouldn't care. I would say, "his loss."

But in more lyrical prose.

Anyway, you are all wrong. There are only four rules in the universe. Charm, Persuasion, Uncertainty, and Bloody-mindedness.

For example, the planets orbit the sun because they are persuaded not to fall down, and don't fly away because of Uncertainty.

Charm allows the trees to grow, and Bloody-mindedness keeps them up, and so on.

These are Pratchett's rules of the universe.

I have to ask how much you think you know? It will be a fun day for you when humanity wises up? Sounds a little high and mighty to me.

Your examples of 1+1=? are a little hard to understand. Are you talking about quantum physics? Quantum physics has absolutes and doesn't at the same time. Double Slit experiment should be all I need to say. It is not fully understood. Using theories to disprove laws doesn't work.

Things on the quantum level get a little strange, and it is not fully understood. Now string theory I like. It makes sense to me.

For those who have never seen the double slit experiment, here it is. Observe two absolute rules. Waves make interference patterns. Particles make regular patterns. Electrons do whatever the hell they fancy.

Not that this is helping the OP.

What range are you looking for in a word count?

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"Excuse me, sir, am I interrupting? I was told to report here for information on the US Army chain of command. Was I given accurate information? The one who brought me in was called Point Blank, he led me here." M-113 stood still as a stone.

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He turned to the robot, "M-113? I remember you. I'm Blood Wolffe. I used to fight along side Metaforces. With Riley in fact. Glad to see that you are okay."

Wolffe had aged noticably. War scarred him and put lines of stress on his face. But his eyes were still a vibrant blue. One sensitive to the spirit world could sense that the wolf spirit in him had a stronger presence than ever.

Some said it was because it was a spirit of justice and needed more than ever, but in his darker moments, Wolffe thought it may be because society was being torn down, and the wolf in him secretly liked it. Thrived on it. Something primal was stirring in his mind. Coming out of hibernation. It scared him.

"I'm afraid he was right. Almost all the militaries of the world have crumbled. Whatever remains is spread thin into pockets. Then there is Firebase Zulu. Portal Corp. was destroyed years ago. They were cut off and have never been heard from since."

It was true. The Council and Malta had banded together long ago and, in a violent and bright display of explosions tinted with the otherworldy colors of advanced and strange science.

"We are the biggest pocket of resistance. Maybe you can tell us?"

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With that, he fired a tiny sliver of circuitry into the clothing covering Point's right shoulder. "My anti personnel weaponry is limited, so I suggest we avoid confrontations."

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"I don't like fair fights either," said Point Blank. "All the criminal groups seemed to join forces, so there is no single group to blame. We're resisting everyone. Arachnos and the Council are constantly around. Malta patrols with Titans regularly. The Circle of Thorns and the Banished Pantheon are huge threats. Then the gangs are just everywhere and strong. Anyway, activity around here has been pretty minimal lately. We should be alright. Still..."

He activated a small drone that looked like a half of a metal basketball on top with antennae on the bottom hovering behind him, following obediantly. It produced a forcefield around them that was only visible when it moved, distorting the light around the edges.

Long before they could reach the bastion they travelled underground. Sewers connected to caves and back to tunnels. The high tech soldier seemed to have the path committed to memory. Finally they arrived at the door to the Bastion. Point Blank banged on the thick metal door to the base. A metallic echo rang through the tunnels.

Point Blank spoke loudly to the black sliding door, "It's me. I've got company."

A slat snapped open, revealing to conspiratory eyes shifting from man to robot.

Point removed his helmet to show his face, "Everything is okay," he reassured.

The slat snapped shut in response. After a few seconds of silence, a wide green beam hummed to life. It scanned them from head to toe and then shut off.

He turned to M-113, "If you can see in other spectrums you already know there are a dozen other scanners at least. The Bastion may rely on how well it is hidden, but it is very well defended."

The door slid open heavily. Flagstone still appeared cautious, but was more relaxed than during the last entrance.

"We've got quite a few new metas inside," Flagstone said gruffly, "Most just came barging in like it was their [censored]ing birthday party."

"You do know how to make people feel welcome," Point said.

The door closed behind them.

Point talked to M-113 as he led him through the base, "This is the biggest base of operations any of us know of. A lot of people here. One of them should have the security clearance you are looking for. You can talk to Blood Wolffe. He knows almost everyone."

Wolffe replied flatly, "You may have had a choice to fight, but we don't have that luxury."

Wolffe was of the belief that misunderstandings were the fault of the misunderstood, especially when they were the only ones who knew what their point was. He kept his opinion to himself though, uninterested in yet another argument.

Wolffe had remained fairly quiet while others spoke to Groul until Target had finished.

"Target, I understand your enthusiasm... sort of. But I don't want to see a remote measuring contest. I never cared for technology anyway," the blaster produced a magical blue flame on his fist and quelched it just as fast.

He turned to their pious visitors with cold regard, "Groul, we welcomed you here when we could have ripped you apart at the front door with our turrets. We have fed you and have been patient in trying to find out why the hell you are here and where you came from. All you have done is offer snide comments and argue semantics. If you don't want to outstay your welcome, which you are about to do, I suggest you show us some respect. This is not your house. Last warning."

He spoke with a slight animalistic growl and stared with cold, icy blue eyes.

((Before this gets out of hand, I feel I must remind everyone that attacking either base is not allowed. The villain base is too strong. The hero base is too well hidden.

This is so that everyone always has a safe spot where conversations can be private and uninterrupted, and their homes aren't destroyed.

I haven't been too keen on the teleporting into the Bastion either. It is supposed to be well hidden, but even moreso, it is difficult to interact with other new characters when strangers keep popping into your base that is supposed to be hidden.

Finally, careful not to powerplay. I see some posts leaning toward inescapable, super-powerful attacks, followed by unbelievable dodges or just shrugging them off.

Remember, characters who struggle are more interesting than all powerful ones.))

Thoughts

It sounds like some bad rp is going on. Nobody should say, "I pickpocket you."

Input

I think Pocket D should be only for talking, maybe at most a little pushing or shoving.

Discussion

What RP reasons make it necessary to fight in Pocket D instead of somewhere else.

Flames

it is not expecially, it is especially. That particular misspelling is a pet peeve of mine. So is rediculous, it is ridiculous.

After everyone calmed down Wolffe turned to Groul and Danger, "Why don't you two tell us what you are doing here. You may have thought we were kidnapping you, but we thought you were attacking. Sorry, but we don't take kindly to people just popping in here through mysterious portals. Just hope any of you didn't leave a strong enough signal that an air strike isn't on the way."

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"My mission was classified secret, and since you do not have the required security clearance, I cannot tell you. Today's date is March third, twenty, twenty nine. I have been out of contact for twenty two years, one hundred thirty days, forty three minutes and eight seconds." M-113 disappeared in a flash of light and reappeared at the entrance. He then transported Point Blank to the top of the hole.

"Civilian, I am unable to make contact with the network, so transportation will be limited to line of site or transponder. I suggest we find some high ground." With that M-113 began scanning the area for higher terrain.

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"You at least have half your information. Let's go outside," Point Blank said.

When they got to street level Point Blank opened a door leading to the outside.

Both earth and sky were charred black. There was hardly a flat spot to be found. Rubble covered the terrain in hills for miles around. What few buildings remained were ominous skeletons of their former selves. The smoke from large fires trailed up into the sky in the distance, accompanied by the muffled sound of erratic gunfire and explosives.

"Behold mankind's biggest chessboard. There is no one to contact any more. Firebase Zulu was cut off from this dimension a long time ago. The portals have been destroyed. No one knows what happened to them after that."

Point Blank was feeling rather philisophical. So much so that he had nearly forgotten to give any important details.

"The resistence still has a base. It's called, 'The Bastion'. I can take you there if you are interested. Maybe somebody there can tell you more about what you would like to know."