Maestro

Instead of a collection of Lekgolo, we should be able to fight them one-on-one. XD

Looks like Zandril... *puts on sunglasses* forged his way to glory. Way to go! !

SimCity + Space Invaders = SimInvaders

Name: Chugalug Preferred Weapon: Needler or Boltshot, can wield any Grunt-friendly weaponry Race and/or Occupation: Retired Grunt Ultra Power/Ability 1: Strength increases with alcohol, other important combat factors such as coordination, sensory awareness, and agility decrease Power/Ability 2: Can operate vehicles provided he can craft some sort of booster seat and is not highly impaired Power/Ability 3: Can stab enemies by headbutting them with his cone shaped methane tank Bio: Special Weapons: Two Litres of Atomic Absinthe in a Squeeze Bottle; when poured (long range and more accurate) or spat out (short range, spreads like a shotgun round), it can separate matter into its component atoms. While he can pass the bottle to his mateys, this stuff will burn their mouths if they attempt to use the spray method. Appearance

OOC: At this rate it's going to be the tale of Frederik, Desmond, and Vivian. D: The Spartan hustled through hallways littered with bullet holes and plasma burns. He found himself back in the hallway where he encountered Tai, who now lied down on the floor with several lacerations to the chest and arms devoid of life. He looked down at his rival. He started kicking the corpse, until he did not feel like kicking anymore. The urge to find a blade to take Tai's head disappeared. All sorts of feelings, emotions, and memories drained away from his mind. His medication was taking effect. He saw a red dot on his radar, and footsteps echoed shortly after. He hid behind a crate, and watched the shadow of the massive metallic monster stomp through. He kept quiet, and let the behemoth pass by. Quickly, he ran through a set of doors which led to the garage. He knew he ran over here for a reason... but for the life of him, he could not remember.

OOC: 25 days until the end of this segment or the entire thing? Either way, let's send it out with a bang! Frederik charged at the canine and dived towards it. It leaped out of the way, and retaliated by jumping at the Spartan. He got up and stepped out of the way, and stomped on its head. With a spark and a boom, it fell apart. "Lay down... good boy," he said. Amongst the wreckage, a massive gadget stood out. Frederik picked it up. It looked like a sniper rifle of some sort. He looked through a glowing red panel, and saw the screws holding the wall together. "F***, I don't like snipers. It'll have to do." He holstered the weapon which stood taller than him, and picked up the canine's front legs. He fumbled over to his burlap bag, and dropped the legs inside. Outside, more commotion went on. He stood still, as lumbering metallic hunchbacks stampeded through the hallway with guns firing nonstop. Strange helicopters chugged along behind them, providing cover for the hunchbacks as they launched glowing amber orbs towards some Elites. As quietly as he could, he picked up another gadget from the previous canines which got destroyed outside of his locker prison cell. It assembled in his hand, forming what looked like a pistol. "Mal, Ike, this is Taylor! I'm in the courtyard, under real heavy fire! The western wing should have a Hog, get it over here, ASAP!" he heard someone say over comms. With that, he reached into his pocket, and pulled out a bottle of pills. He lifted his helmet up enough so he could pop a pill into his mouth, and continued moving west.

Frederik hammered on the locker door, only to catch the attention of a canine with a large spike on its back. It conjured a red circle in front of its face, and shot at the source of the noise he was making: his hand. The menacing red beam poked a hole through the locker and the lock, and a large hole through the ventilation behind the lockers, missing Frederik by mere centimetres. He kicked the door open, and charged at the canine. "C'mere, boy!" the Spartan exclaimed. It summoned another red circle, before aborting its firing process and engaging in close-quarters combat with Frederik. He started growling like a dog, and tossed the metallic creature into the room, hitting the wall with a slam and falling to the ground. The canine got back on its feet in an instant. It jumped on Frederik, knocking him to the floor, and started to claw at his chest. While on top of the him, it restarted its firing process. Frederik pushed its head upward away from him, and a scarlet ribbon of death destroyed a fire extinguisher. Frigid carbon dioxide enveloped the room in a cloud. Quickly, he leaped up on his feet and took this chance to pick the creature up by the head and one of its front legs. "I got ya now!" Frederik proclaimed. Despite Frederik's grip, the canine continued to claw at him with its one free claw. He staggered for a moment as the blood rushed out of his head, and the creature shook its leg free. He could see the golden glow of his shields starting to fail, and began swinging the creature around by its head. "Take this!" He knocked it against lockers, broke the bench with it, and slammed it into the lights on the ceiling. He lost his grip and hurled it across the room. It stumbled its way back onto its feet, and cocked its head as if it were challenging Frederik, its glowing face now flickering. "I never met a dog I can't train!"

OOC: So I'm going to go ahead and proceed with Frederik's reintroduction... Frederik assessed his situation. He could not see anything except for a few slits in front of his face. Outside, there was a small room attached to a hallway where a few metallic creatures resembling canines romped about. "They aren't playing fetch!" he thought. Across from his prison, there was a bench with an empty burlap bag resting on it. "F***, they emptied my bag," he muttered to himself. The canines focused on Frederik briefly, then retaliated to Covenant gunfire. Blue and green plasma bolts darted by, along with emerald Carbine rounds and some radioactive explosive rods. They pelted their foes with abnormal orange energy bolts. A few well-placed fuel rods and Carbine rounds caused the creatures to explode into separate stannic limbs and drop their strange weapons. A large blast rattled the area, followed by several smaller blasts, and the Covenant weaponry ceased to fire. After waiting a moment, Frederik started to bang on the wall in front of him. He paused, realizing where he was. "God-f***in'-dammit! I'm in a f***in' locker! Those b******s!" He let out his pent-up fury and hit the locker door with all his might. After awhile, his hits started to make a dent.

"My mind?!" Frederik yelled. "What the hell are you talking about?!" His vision slowly cleared up, the metal orb still drawing red scribbles. "Why of course. None of these hunchbacks walking around out there exist in reality," the droid paused. "None whatsoever..." Frederik looked around nervously, then gazed back at the ball. Green grass clouded his vision once again. "How can I be inside my own mind?" the Spartan inquired. "It IS your own mind, after all. It is the one place where you are free to do what you please! H-H-H-H-H-H-H-Ha," Spiteful Affection stated. "But, you are only allowed to access this realm in the midst of your slumber. Your current access to your mind is unauthorized." "It's my own mind, damn it! Why can't I be here whenever I want?!" "This is the way all human mental realms are designed. Unauthorized entry can only be triggered when there is something wrong with you... when there is something wrong with me..." the droid looked down. "Initiating r-r-r-r-recovery program." A white flash blinded Frederik, then his vision cleansed itself. He saw Samantha's head floating instead of Spiteful Affection. "Samantha?!" the Spartan yelled. "Frederik..." she said. "You can't be here... it's for your own good." "Wait!" he stretched his arm out towards her. His surroundings faded to black, and he started to fall... He fell back into reality. His head pounded, and his neck ached. He could hardly open his eyes. He heard a cacophony of guns firing throughout the facility. OOC: If Dust Hunter doesn't respond soon, I'm going to assume that Tai and crew are fighting Prometheans and ditched Frederik somewhere for the sake of continuing this RP. I'm getting tired of mucking about with Fred's head.

Final Fantasy + Super Mario Bros. = Super Mario RPG Nah, it's actually Final Mario Bros.

The Legend of Duke Nukem

Halo + Call of Duty = Halo of Duty

The doors to the Library opened, and Frederik stepped inside. The doors sealed shut behind him and disappeared, leaving him in a darkness which consumed him. He looked around, and could only see violet veins of light leading forward. He walked forward, noticing that as he progressed, his surroundings lit up. He looked down at the ground. Grass. Light veins bisected the field he somehow ventured into. Frederik focused ahead of him. He spotted a lone oak tree in the middle of a field. Red light lines dispersed from its roots, morphing to purple as they stretched farther away. His vision blurred with each step. A metallic sphere with a light in the front appeared. Frederik yelped, and fell onto the ground. "Greetings! I am 666 Spiteful Affection, Monitor of Installation FK!" the orb belted out in a tinny voice. It cackled, with each sound differing in note than another. "What is this place?" Frederik asked, climbing back onto his feet. His vision was mostly green with a red light drawing squiggles in his field of view. "Your mind, Sir Sir Sir Sir Sir Sir Sir Sir Sir Frederik."