HoH season 11. Source: valucre.net static Gaia dump.
Sun Feb 06, 2011 3:03 pm · id 296070037 · page 1
Blue Crystal s**t Factory Wrote:
Ever wondered what would happen if a bunch of cute, cuddly, and adorable anime characters ever kidnapped the OompaLoompas from Willy Wonka? Well, you'd get something similar to the Chocolate factory, except it wouldn't be chocolate. It'd be blue crystal s**t, made out of the same nonsense that their eyes are made of.
Terrain: The terrain in the blue crystal s**t factory is rather simple. You've got a giant circular room with a conveyor belt in the middle of the room, and large tubes that are spewing out the gooey substance you see above. On the conveyor belt, you will find mini replicas of the Diamond Katana Mobile, made purely out of diamond colored rocks(Yes, diamond colored rocks, not actual rocks. More akin to gravel.)
Natural element resources: Lots and lots of gooey s**t.
Weapons: The gooey s**t mentioned above, the Diamond Katana mobile replicas made of painted rocks, and of course, the conveyor belt.
Bonus Effects: You feel a bit... anime.
Sun Feb 06, 2011 3:20 pm · id 296072709 · page 1
The limo had dropped Fayble off at the factory sometime ago. She tended to like being early to her fights. But where she was? She didn't seem to give a rats a**, all she knew it that it looked like some tweaker's house. And that it smelled like some kind of.. Something. Licking her lips, Fayble pulled a cigarette from her duster's pocket before producing a plan, black zippo. Flicking it open and lighting her vice, she took a deep drag, letting it filter out through her nose. and that's when the little men in the strange suits started frantically waving and flailing about. It was as if they were trying to say something to her! Again, she didn't seem to care.
"Uhh.." The femme said, cocking her eyebrows as the creatures threw a tizzy fit. "Why don't you.. Uh.. Humpa lumpas.. Go make.. Uh." She looked at the belts and observed the mysterious blue crystal s**t, Fayble pointed. "Go make more of that crap, it looks special."
Ashing her cig with a flick of her thumb, the main little man tromped up and starting singing a little rhyme. Something along the lines of what happens when you don't listen to someone. Soon, all of them got in on the number, all dancing and s**t.
"...Freaky little bastards...."
Crossing her hand over her torso, Fayble chose to lean against a pillar and ignore the decorated midgets, taking drags off of her cigarette as she waited for whomever her opponent was.
Mon Feb 07, 2011 12:14 pm · id 296182157 · page 1
The Oompa Loompas did not approve of Fayble's disregard for their antics. Their dance would change abruptly.
Wed Feb 09, 2011 7:25 pm · id 296513053 · page 1
I'm late, I'm late, for a very important date!
No time to say hello, good-bye!
I'm late I'm late I'm late!
Allex had been running late, very late in fact for her very first and only preliminary fight. Having been short on cash, the goat had taken a job being painted up orange like a badly tanned Jersey Shore cast member along with a green wig and funky clothing for the tourist and spectators who had shown up early to get pictures and what have you taken before the rounds had begun.
And now she was late.
Having washed herself clean of the orange paint, Allex now came running through whatever entrance was granted to her only to come to a skidding halt when spotting her opponent waiting across the circular room smoking.
......
Without much thought behind it, or even great accuracy; Allex had picked up one of the mini replicas passing by on the conveyor belt beside her performing an overly done pitchers stance before hurling the mobile replica straight for Fayble's head, if not more accurately, her face.
I wish that I could fly.
There's danger if I dare to
Stop and here's a reason why:
I'm over-due, I'm in a goat stew.
Can't even say good-bye,
hello, I'm late, I'm late, I'm late.
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Wed Feb 09, 2011 9:07 pm · id 296531873 · page 1
As the little goat girl ran into the room, skidding to a halt, Fayble quirked an eyebrow. She had to fight a little kid? Not that she discriminated, but to ruin such a cute face...
Tossing her cigarette to the side, and it falling into one of the Humpa Lumpa's hair, Fayble took off straight forward as soon as the goat chick went for the replica, her own hands reaching for her hammer at her side.
When she wound up for the pitch and threw the toy, Fayble swung back her weapon and batted it hard, sending it flying right back at her opponents face. Though it wasn't like Fayble to stop just there. Following through, Fay kept running forward, grabbing at the hopefully disoriented gals face ALIEN style, aiming to push her backwards and down into the conveyor belt.
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-Fully charged.
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