Hal vs. The Nameless

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1A Beat Spider

Sat Jul 09, 2016 8:54 am · id 1 · page 1

Men's Room

Doesn't matter if you're a female contestant, this dirty, dingy place is requiring a new fresh paint of red on the walls. Some random derelict bar let its nasty Men's Room be used as an arena. They can use the extra cash to fix the screwed up piping.

Terrain

General: This place is nasty. Most of the stall's doors are about to fall of the hinges. The urinals haven't been cleaned in years. The middle toilet is clogged. There's holes in the walls where duct-taped pipes are visible. The one of the sinks is on the ground. The whole space is 50-by-25 feet. Not much space.

Weapons: Toilet seats. Piping. Broken sink.

Bonus Features: None.

2A Beat Spider

Sat Jul 09, 2016 9:48 am · id 2 · page 1

The Great Absolute Wrote:

This had to be a joke. Hal stood in the entryway of the bathroom, keeping the door ajar with one hand while he surveyed the ruinous bathroom that opened before him. It was not a joke. This was truly today's stage. It would have been the worst stage Hal had yet encountered if not for his fight at the concert hall. He would take filth over an audience numbering many thousands. He would not be happy about it, but he would take it. He glanced around uncertainly and then took a few cautious steps into the bathroom. The more he looked, the worse it got. This place reeked of human waste, to the point that Hal was reluctant to breathe. The urinals were stained with years of misses. The sinks were grimy to the point that one's hands would probably be dirtier after washing them. One of the sinks had fallen to the floor, surrounded by its own broken crumbles. The mirror was cracked and missing fragments, and those pieces that remained were too sullied with splashed, dried fluids to be of any use as mirrors. The floor was mottled with a variety of nauseating colors. One of the toilets was obviously clogged and nearly overflowing, filled with soggy toilet paper and... yeah. Even the wall was missing pieces, exposing poorly mended piping behind it. Forget trying to clean or repair this place; it should be incinerated and completely rebuilt. But before that, Hal would like to find out who was responsible for the choosing of this place as a stage and make them come fight here.

He was already going to have to bathe in bleach after this fight, so he would try not to let the horrifying environment affect his judgement during the battle. It appeared that he had arrived before his opponent, unless the opponent was very tiny or capable of turning invisible. A quick infrared scan showed only pipes behind the walls, with no sign of any sentient forms. Hal climbed up onto the metal wall between two stalls and perched there like a lemur. He watched the doorway and waited for his opponent to arrive.

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3The Great Absolute

Sun Jul 10, 2016 11:47 pm · id 3 · page 1

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Posted: Sun Jul 10, 2016 11:47 pm

Nightmare

Location: The Men’s Restroom

Character: The Nameless

Story: GCL

He sat in darkness, breathing in the sweet demise of opium and Hell Fume. Lost between fragments of the past, he would get the call... It was time for him to make some money; time for him to make some new victims.

The Nameless would appear in a particle storm, across the room in one of the broken stalls. Darkness ripped from his body as the pull of space yanked him from his spacecraft Mimesis. It was nothing new to him, traveling through dimensional rifts and teleporters. It would be the stench that he first noticed about the area, as his mask had yet to be activated. He had smelled the filth of the Jewish extermination. During this time, he was responsible for executing them en masse. The smell of their piss and shit brought back those fond memories as he laid them to waste. He brought up his hand to the tattered door and pushed it from its position, slamming to the floor. Taking a step forward, he would make himself visible to his opposition; he would make the nightmare real. His face would be the first thing his opposition would notice. The scorched looking scars that cover nearly half of his face. The melted skin stretched and gave strong details of his bone structure beneath. His eyes would stare down the little being with a sterling cold blue and a poisoned yellow.

Taking a step forward, The Nameless would stare down the petite being and begin with a thick draw to his voice, a simple German phrase.

”Prost…”

With that, darkness began to assemble itself up his face. A flash from his wrist CPU and an expulsion of an atomic charge and with that a loud clang of glass and metal as the empty cartridge expulsed itself from his spinal graft, giving birth to the most domineering piece of his equipment---his mask. The horrific combination of dystopian uniqueness and Nazi aesthetic, it would be the first thing Hal would notice about the man’s armor. A glimmer of slimey light would show the tattered details of his old overcoat. Bandings of strange looking metal and leather could be seen beneath, yet no skin but that which appeared to be pitch. The Nameless rolled his shoulders and extended out his right arm, causing a blade to flip down into his hand and spring out double in length. With a casual gesture the ghostly man swiped it through the air, almost paying no mind to the little Hal. It was with that, a gravely shifting voice would begin to echo from the vocal modules of the mask.

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“Ich werde jeden Knochen in Ihrem Körper zu brechen.“

His mechanical gaze shifted back towards the diminitivue opponent.

“Ich werde dein Fleisch zu schälen zurück.“

The Nameless walked forward, slowly making a move to clear the wide distance between them.

“Ich werde dich immer wieder zu verletzen.“

With his free hand he pointed at Hal.

“Vergewaltigung jeder Zoll von Ihnen, und wenn Sie denken, dass ich fertig bin...“

He paused in mid stride, closing the distance to that of about ten feet.

“Ich werde es wieder tun...“

Pointing his blade at Hal he would slip his left hand once again into his coat to what looked to be an odd pistol of sorts. Slipping his grip onto the handle, it would snap forward and barrel would rotate and a black X would appear on the small digital screen on the back of the grip. There he would stand facing his opposition.

“Ich werde es wieder tun...“

The sound played on a loop, grittier and grittier with each rendition,as the vocal bellowed to a deep and almost demonic like growl. The Nameless would begin to psychologically prep his victim for the nightmares of what was to come.

“I have tossed children into the fires...“

“Ich werde es wieder tun...“

“I have made gravediggers of my victims, and in due time—--when this is all over, I will find you, I will hand you the shovel...“

“Ich werde es wieder tun...“

The echoing of his looped phrase would continuously pour between his guttural threats in English. It would be up to Hal to climb through the audio assault, and to find what lurks in the darkness before him. The Nameless has come...

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4A Beat Spider

Mon Jul 11, 2016 7:17 pm · id 4 · page 1

The Great Absolute Wrote:

Hal remained perched on that stall wall as he waited. His sensors detected an anomaly forming in one of the other stalls, and then a being appeared amidst a flurry of confused atoms. Hal could see the heat signature through the stall, but the opponent summarily pushed the wrecked door off of the hinges where it bellyflopped onto the floor with a clang, and he stepped out to show himself in visible light. Another large man. Hal expected everyone to be bigger than him, but the tournament competitors seemed to be larger than average so this man fit right in. This man's face was severely scarred and burned. Hal looked over this damage before his eyes met that of the opponent's. He forced himself to hold the stare.

The man spoke then, a single word. Hal's programs recognized it as German and began to translate it for him. He perked his ears as something metallic sounding dropped from the man and a mask formed on his face. Hal was intrigued. The man then drew a blade down from his arm. Hal probed the fellow with all wavelengths to try and see what else might be hidden. It was then that his opponent began to close the distance, and to speak. The words weren't lovely in the slightest, but Hal was no stranger to such threats. His ears tilted back and his nostrils flared as he continued to examine the opponent, watching him take up some sort of pistol. This caught Hal's interest more than any other piece of his opponent's attire.

The words began to repeat, and to become distorted. The opponent was near now, but Hal would not make the first attack. He dropped down into the stall behind him. The door was open and he left it that way, waiting for his opponent to come around and get him. He was half crouched with his right leg behind him, ready to make an evasive maneuver. He used infrared to track his opponent through the stalls. Even if the man wasn't warm, Hal would be able to see him unless he was the exact temperature of the ambient air.

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5The Great Absolute

Wed Jul 13, 2016 11:23 pm · id 5 · page 1

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Posted: Wed Jul 13, 2016 11:23 pm

Holocaust Reveries

Location: The Men’s Restroom

Character: The Nameless

Story: GCL

He paused in his stride to observe the diminutive man slink back into the stall to hide. The Nameless quickly responded by sending his blade soaring through the small space between them and aim to impale through the wall in a blind attempt to impale him. Continuing his stride once again, he would approach the hilt of his blade and tear forward into the stall, still not making himself available to the opening that the small furry ducked behind. The Nameless would begin the onslaught with little regard for tempo or opponent consideration and begin to expel atomic charges. A canister ejected itself from his spinal graft and the Entry #25 Oven Smoke begun to spew from his body, and under and through the stall itself. The smell of chemicals, burning flesh and hair filled the air. The putrid black smoke billowed out as if The Nameless himself was on fire. He wanted to instill the terror that so many others have felt when they smelled that unforgettable stench. The blackness stuck to the walls, clothing, anything it came into contact with, and it continue to fill outwards until a twenty foot radius was stuck lingering in the room. Visibility would be instantly impacted for those unlucky enough not to have an answer for the chemical distortion. The furry himself would see the distortion from the heat of the smoke as it filled the room, throwing off the thermal output given off by The Nameless, at least for the time being. A second atomic charge exited from his spinal graft…

“Ich werde es wieder tun...“

Continued during his chemical onslaught, as he yanked his blade from the stall once again and took a swing at the cut opening, as if he was hacking through the stall itself to get to his quarry. The Nameless would hope the duress effects of the gas would strike into his opposition, in order to ratchet up the fear level and play off of such brutal and horrific actions. He would with the expulsion of the second charge and activate Entry #99 and will into his hand one of his concussive gernades, and with a haphazard toss, he would shove it through the hole and let what would come next fall into place.

“Ich werde es wieder tun...“

Echoed onwards as the concussive grenade exploded outwards…

Atomic Charge: 18 – 3 = 15

Concussive Gernades Remaining: 1

Oven Smoke:

Entry #99: Tools of the Trade -- The Nameless can reflect upon the past to arm himself for an encounter. In the instance of Entry #99 into one of his wrist CPU, The Nameless can take the idea of a weapon and bring it to reality. Each weapon that is manifested is only done so by the atomic manipulation of matter into said object. These weapons or objects must be studied beforehand in order to ensure object accuracy. In order for Entry #99 to work correctly, The Nameless must expense one of his atomic charges located within the spinal section of his armor. Each object that is taken from the memory requires a separate charge. While Entry #99 occurs, numerous effects take reality. The illusionary moment of the memory it takes forms around The Nameless. The images themselves are nothing more than a metaphysical projection. Only with the wrist CPU can the sections of the past become reality. One must also consider the time and activation of Entry #99, the memory itself can come without any verbal or physical cues, and is purely driven by the thought of The Nameless himself.

Entry #99 Options

-Broadsword of the Nameless (MAX 2)

-Deep Space Rifle .50:

-Concussion Grenade: Blast Yeild - 170–180 decibels and 6–8 million Candela within a 5-foot (1.5 m) radius (MAX 2)

-Primer Shot Ammo: (MAX 2)

Entry #25: Oven Smoke – The Nameless can expend a single atomic charge to bring forth one of the most wretched things possible, the smoky remains of innocent people sent to burn. During his time in Nazi Germany as a member of the Gestapo, The Nameless was witness and participant of a number of occasions where innocent women, children and elderly were tossed into the ovens and furnaces. Their untimely demise produced the wretched stench of burning flesh as well as a putrid black smoke that lingered on the skin and clothing. This manifestation lingers in the air in a twenty-foot radius and follows the opposition if in the cloud more than two rounds. The smoke itself is harmless beyond limiting the vision to that of only ten percent visibility. The stench itself has the possibility to cause nausea and irritating effects to the eyes and nasal passages. If effected by the Oven Smoke the victim will remain under duress for two rounds. If the Oven Smoke is activated before Hell Fume and Boogeyman; it adds thirty percent more effectiveness to those abilities for each one in addition to Oven Smoke. The Nameless often uses Oven Smoke in battle to strike fear into even the most stalwart opponents.

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6A Beat Spider

Thu Jul 14, 2016 3:03 am · id 6 · page 1

The Great Absolute Wrote:

Hal waited, ready to move, still watching in infrared as his opponent came to stand right outside the stall. He anticipated that one action might be to jab that sword through the thin metal walls, so he wasn't taken by surprise when this happened. He saw the man's arm draw back and noted where the blade would be impaled through, and he dropped to the ground to avoid it as it punctured through the metal and pierced the air above him. After the drop, he immediately rolled under the stall wall into the next stall over. From there he meant to conduct a counter attack, but he was stopped by hearing another canister hit the floor. Black smoke began to pour out from around the opponent. Hal's first instinct was to get away from that stuff for fear of inhaling harmful contaminants. So, he ceased breathing and lowered his secondary eyelids as he continued to roll, to the next stall and then to the next, moving toward the front of the bathroom. At the last stall, he stood up and grabbed the lid of the toilet. He gave it a brief yank and twist to tear it off. He took it with him as he exited the stall. That black smoke had covered almost half of the bathroom now. Hal was far enough from it that he let out his breath, but he could still smell the smoke. It had a nasty odor. Part of it he recognized as burnt hair and flesh, but not even in an appetizing way. It was mixed with a chemical scent. These scents weren't foreign to him nor did he find them as alarming as a human might, but he didn't want that stuff in his system. While Hal was still away from the cloud, he took a deep breath and then shut his nostrils completely so as to minimize the risk of that substance pervading his body.

That same phrase was uttered again and again by his opponent, but there was suddenly a very loud bang that caused Hal's ears to ring and made him tense in alarm. A grenade had blown up the stall he had been in moments prior. The metal walls bulged outward and the toilet crumbled. Water began to pool outward from its ruined remains. Meanwhile, Hal moved to the entryway of the bathroom and pushed the door open to admit airflow and try to disperse the smoke stuff. He held the toilet seat in his left hand. His back was to the door and he was currently using his body to hold it open. He had lost all visuals on his opponent due to the smoke, and his ear were still ringing so that made it hard to listen. He watched the roiling smoke closely for signs of movement or emergence. He still did not breathe, and hoped that the smoke would dissipate before he was forced to respire once more.

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