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Members Workshops / Re: The Day Of 1,000 Styles
« on: May 27, 2020, 11:32:40 PM »
Just when you thought this was over...
After sitting on a incomplete version of this for a whole year now, I figured it was only right to finally finish it. Why a year you ask? Because writer's block ain't nothing to play around with. It will destroy your motivation to write if you let it.
Really happy to get this done though. This might be what i need to get back into the swing of things. Still got some other projects I want to complete. *cough* War Arc *Cough Cough*
Also, these Nega names are actually really good. Like, all of them are. Its crazy.
After sitting on a incomplete version of this for a whole year now, I figured it was only right to finally finish it. Why a year you ask? Because writer's block ain't nothing to play around with. It will destroy your motivation to write if you let it.
Really happy to get this done though. This might be what i need to get back into the swing of things. Still got some other projects I want to complete. *cough* War Arc *Cough Cough*
Also, these Nega names are actually really good. Like, all of them are. Its crazy.
Style 58
Part of what always got Fro in trouble was his mouth.
The guy could never help firing off a sly remark or two. After all, trash talk had been an integral part of Fro's entire life. Fro was raised in the streets and in the streets you had no choice but to learn how to talk that talk. Sometimes talking tough scared people off of you. Sometimes it got you decked in the jaw. And sometimes, when you factor in a Nega version of one's self from an alternate universe, trash talk got a hair tendril slammed against your skull.
And let's not forget said Nega self's dangerous assault crew...
The 4kids specialized assault unit had been stalking Fro's runaway trail. Fro couldn't outright see them at first, but he could feel their presence. They had taken to the alleyways and the rooftops. A mirage of shapes of and shadows phased in and out of broad daylight. Nega Fro (Who will from here on be referred to as Orf for consistency's sake) didn't just train his students to be killer fighters. He trained them to be assassins. The cool ninja kind at that.
Fro was kinda jealous that he didn't think of that first.
Fro didn't have an exact destination in mind when he jetted out of harm's way. He just needed to get away to catch a breather. Unfortunately, Sitrof (Fortis) and his M14 Carbine had other plans. Just when Fro thought he made it to the Artist district, bullets stormed down in front of him, forcing a swift U-turn. More rounds came, this time from Fro's right. The Coach hair zipped to a building on his left, and ninja ran along its surface.
And that's when the rpg came...
"Wait what?!"
The searing hiss of a rocket being launched sounded off, and by the time Fro realized it was coming the building he landed on was blown to bits. Fire erupted, smoke followed suit, and clumps of building architecture crashed onto the ground below. Just before the impact Fro flashed step to safety below, but not without company. A few feet ahead of him was Sitrof with his trusted gladius sword in one hand, and in the other, a large, triangular, golden shield with glowing red cracks that formed a veiny x shape on it's base. While this version of the skeleton had a bit more flesh than his normal counterpart, there was one constant between the two: Their eyes. Through those eye holes bright blue flames burned, and Fro couldn’t help but smirk at the sight. Even if they belonged to a nega phony, they were cool nonetheless.
Sitrof pointed his blade at the coach and spoke. “I’m a bit surprised, clone of the captain. Wouldn’t expect you to be much of a runner. I had figured you would’ve stood your ground and fought back by now.”
Fro eyebrows twitched. “What the hell did you just call me?!”
“Ah my apologies for the obvious insult, but before our unit was sent out to capture you the Captain made it imperative that we refer to you as his shadow clone.”
Fro grinded his teeth aggressively. “Yo that son of a bitch is so lucky he’s--” Fro cut himself off. He almost admitted that his Nega self was ten times stronger than him, with that being the reason he wouldn’t be able to make Orf eat his words. But Fro was a man of pride. He would never allow those kinds of words slip his tongue even if they were true. He shook off the insult and returned to the matter at hand. “I’m only running cause it makes sense to run. I may have my pride as a fighter, but I have a brain too y’know.”
“A good point. I cannot argue with that.”
“Also Fortis…”
“It’s Sitrof…”
“Whatever, I don’t care. When did you start employing missile launchers into your arsenal of weaponry?”
The nega skeleton seemed visibly perplexed despite not having any fleshy facial features. “Missiles? I’m not sure what you’re referring to.”
Fro pointed at the pile of architectural rubble that was formerly a building. “The rpg that blew up that building over there. That wasn’t yours?”
Sitrof shook his head. “I’m afraid not.”
It was at that moment Fro began to realize the amount of trouble he got himself into. “Then who the hell-”
Before he could finish, the sound of machinery whirling and buzzing from behind threw him off base. He turned slightly, not even wanting to confirm his suspicions, but they were confirmed nonetheless. A giant mech, half the size of MR’s central tower stood before him. It’s design was a sleek blue with a bulky frame. It’s arms were turrets armed with heavy artillery. Fro could only guess that Racokue (Eukocar) was the one piloting the mech because standing on each of it’s shoulders were Ailif (Filia) and PartneerG (GreenTrap), each armed with their very own Rpg.
Fro threw up his arms in a fit. “How the hell did you guys sneak behind me with that giant ass robot?!”
“A cloaking device.” replied Racokue. His voice was projected through the robot’s internal megaspeakers. “It completely covers this robot in an invisible veil that muffles it movements for a limited amount of time.”
“Yeah okay that makes sense. Let me guess, Nega Coryn made that for yall?”
“Coryn? You mean Nyroc?”
Fro sighed heavily. Whatever homie.”
“Hey Faker,” yelled PartneerG. “How about you stand still and make blowing you up a lot easier for us?!”
“Is killing the Captain's shadow clone okay?” asked Ailif. Despite being a nega raider she still retained some of her innocence. “Didn’t the Captain order us not to touch him?”
“Ah who cares what he wants. Just shut up and get ready to make that phony explode!”
Fro had been in tough some situations before, but this one definitely took the cake. He was out gunned, out-matched, outnumbered and out of options. It made him wonder. “Why am I even here? How did I even get caught up in all of this?” The thoughts were racing through his mind, and so were the missiles. Dozens of them were coming at him at once and they came fast. Death was approaching, and by the time Fro realized it, he realized something else,
“This is all Coryn’s fault.”
KABLOOM! Upon the missiles’ impact the deafening explosion roared across the surrounding area. Asphalt was lifted up and flung. A pillar of smoke rose. Fro was surely dead. No amount of hair magic could save him from a point blank blast. The members of the specialized assault unit all stood and waited with anticipation for the smoke to clear, and when it did they were greeted with nothing more than an empty crater.
“Hey Racokue,” shouted PartneerG. “Did you kill him?”
“I’m not getting any life readings so I’m certai-”
“He’s still alive…” said Sitrof, as stared at the empty crater.
“What?!” PartneerG was flabbergasted. “And what makes you so sure of that Skullface?”
As if it was instinct, Sitrof turned his sights to the far alleyway on his right. The embers in his eye sockets burned even brighter, a signal of a drawn conclusion. “Someone else was here…”
When Fro opened his eyes he expected to be greeted with the dreamy sight of heaven’s pearly white gates. What he was introduced to instead, however, was the sight of a muscular figure standing over him. The lean muscled ginger shot a smirk at Fro, a smirk that made him feel slightly uncomfortable. He had no way of telling that the woman (possibly man?) before him dressed in nothing more than a tight black vest, skin tight shorts, boots and a navy style hat with a strange eye symbol emblazoned on the front of it was a friend or foe. With so many nega raiders running about his trust levels were beginning to deteriorate.
The ginger could sense Fro’s uneasiness, and decided that offering him a hand to stand would be a nice first step to build trust. “Looks like I just saved your life there huh buddy?”
Fro was a bit hesitant at first, but ultimately gave in as he was getting tired of laying on his back. “ I was good even before you stepped in.”
“Sure you were.” the woman said as she pulled him up to his feet. She watched Fro dust himself for a second before turning around. She raised her arm and mysteriously it began to glow with a purple aura engulfing it. She waved her hand with very precise motions and soon enough the hand waves produced a portal. She turned back around to see Fro looking at her confused, but she ignored his expression. “Alright get in. We ain’t got much time.”
“So we're just gonna skip the intros and get straight into the plot huh?”
“Sit around and chat too much and we’re gonna find ourselves dealing with Orf and his gonnies again.”
“True, but it would be nice to get your name at least.”
The woman sighed. “Still haven’t figured it out huh? Didn’t know you could be this slow.” The woman removed the hat from her head, allowing the bangs of her short hair to droop freely over her face. “Take a guess, but say it backwards.”
After seeing the woman’s hair in its entire glory, Fro quickly realized there was only one raider with such a unique color. “Aulham?”
“Yup. Now get in before I drag you in myself.”
The guy could never help firing off a sly remark or two. After all, trash talk had been an integral part of Fro's entire life. Fro was raised in the streets and in the streets you had no choice but to learn how to talk that talk. Sometimes talking tough scared people off of you. Sometimes it got you decked in the jaw. And sometimes, when you factor in a Nega version of one's self from an alternate universe, trash talk got a hair tendril slammed against your skull.
And let's not forget said Nega self's dangerous assault crew...
The 4kids specialized assault unit had been stalking Fro's runaway trail. Fro couldn't outright see them at first, but he could feel their presence. They had taken to the alleyways and the rooftops. A mirage of shapes of and shadows phased in and out of broad daylight. Nega Fro (Who will from here on be referred to as Orf for consistency's sake) didn't just train his students to be killer fighters. He trained them to be assassins. The cool ninja kind at that.
Fro was kinda jealous that he didn't think of that first.
Fro didn't have an exact destination in mind when he jetted out of harm's way. He just needed to get away to catch a breather. Unfortunately, Sitrof (Fortis) and his M14 Carbine had other plans. Just when Fro thought he made it to the Artist district, bullets stormed down in front of him, forcing a swift U-turn. More rounds came, this time from Fro's right. The Coach hair zipped to a building on his left, and ninja ran along its surface.
And that's when the rpg came...
"Wait what?!"
The searing hiss of a rocket being launched sounded off, and by the time Fro realized it was coming the building he landed on was blown to bits. Fire erupted, smoke followed suit, and clumps of building architecture crashed onto the ground below. Just before the impact Fro flashed step to safety below, but not without company. A few feet ahead of him was Sitrof with his trusted gladius sword in one hand, and in the other, a large, triangular, golden shield with glowing red cracks that formed a veiny x shape on it's base. While this version of the skeleton had a bit more flesh than his normal counterpart, there was one constant between the two: Their eyes. Through those eye holes bright blue flames burned, and Fro couldn’t help but smirk at the sight. Even if they belonged to a nega phony, they were cool nonetheless.
Sitrof pointed his blade at the coach and spoke. “I’m a bit surprised, clone of the captain. Wouldn’t expect you to be much of a runner. I had figured you would’ve stood your ground and fought back by now.”
Fro eyebrows twitched. “What the hell did you just call me?!”
“Ah my apologies for the obvious insult, but before our unit was sent out to capture you the Captain made it imperative that we refer to you as his shadow clone.”
Fro grinded his teeth aggressively. “Yo that son of a bitch is so lucky he’s--” Fro cut himself off. He almost admitted that his Nega self was ten times stronger than him, with that being the reason he wouldn’t be able to make Orf eat his words. But Fro was a man of pride. He would never allow those kinds of words slip his tongue even if they were true. He shook off the insult and returned to the matter at hand. “I’m only running cause it makes sense to run. I may have my pride as a fighter, but I have a brain too y’know.”
“A good point. I cannot argue with that.”
“Also Fortis…”
“It’s Sitrof…”
“Whatever, I don’t care. When did you start employing missile launchers into your arsenal of weaponry?”
The nega skeleton seemed visibly perplexed despite not having any fleshy facial features. “Missiles? I’m not sure what you’re referring to.”
Fro pointed at the pile of architectural rubble that was formerly a building. “The rpg that blew up that building over there. That wasn’t yours?”
Sitrof shook his head. “I’m afraid not.”
It was at that moment Fro began to realize the amount of trouble he got himself into. “Then who the hell-”
Before he could finish, the sound of machinery whirling and buzzing from behind threw him off base. He turned slightly, not even wanting to confirm his suspicions, but they were confirmed nonetheless. A giant mech, half the size of MR’s central tower stood before him. It’s design was a sleek blue with a bulky frame. It’s arms were turrets armed with heavy artillery. Fro could only guess that Racokue (Eukocar) was the one piloting the mech because standing on each of it’s shoulders were Ailif (Filia) and PartneerG (GreenTrap), each armed with their very own Rpg.
Fro threw up his arms in a fit. “How the hell did you guys sneak behind me with that giant ass robot?!”
“A cloaking device.” replied Racokue. His voice was projected through the robot’s internal megaspeakers. “It completely covers this robot in an invisible veil that muffles it movements for a limited amount of time.”
“Yeah okay that makes sense. Let me guess, Nega Coryn made that for yall?”
“Coryn? You mean Nyroc?”
Fro sighed heavily. Whatever homie.”
“Hey Faker,” yelled PartneerG. “How about you stand still and make blowing you up a lot easier for us?!”
“Is killing the Captain's shadow clone okay?” asked Ailif. Despite being a nega raider she still retained some of her innocence. “Didn’t the Captain order us not to touch him?”
“Ah who cares what he wants. Just shut up and get ready to make that phony explode!”
Fro had been in tough some situations before, but this one definitely took the cake. He was out gunned, out-matched, outnumbered and out of options. It made him wonder. “Why am I even here? How did I even get caught up in all of this?” The thoughts were racing through his mind, and so were the missiles. Dozens of them were coming at him at once and they came fast. Death was approaching, and by the time Fro realized it, he realized something else,
“This is all Coryn’s fault.”
KABLOOM! Upon the missiles’ impact the deafening explosion roared across the surrounding area. Asphalt was lifted up and flung. A pillar of smoke rose. Fro was surely dead. No amount of hair magic could save him from a point blank blast. The members of the specialized assault unit all stood and waited with anticipation for the smoke to clear, and when it did they were greeted with nothing more than an empty crater.
“Hey Racokue,” shouted PartneerG. “Did you kill him?”
“I’m not getting any life readings so I’m certai-”
“He’s still alive…” said Sitrof, as stared at the empty crater.
“What?!” PartneerG was flabbergasted. “And what makes you so sure of that Skullface?”
As if it was instinct, Sitrof turned his sights to the far alleyway on his right. The embers in his eye sockets burned even brighter, a signal of a drawn conclusion. “Someone else was here…”
When Fro opened his eyes he expected to be greeted with the dreamy sight of heaven’s pearly white gates. What he was introduced to instead, however, was the sight of a muscular figure standing over him. The lean muscled ginger shot a smirk at Fro, a smirk that made him feel slightly uncomfortable. He had no way of telling that the woman (possibly man?) before him dressed in nothing more than a tight black vest, skin tight shorts, boots and a navy style hat with a strange eye symbol emblazoned on the front of it was a friend or foe. With so many nega raiders running about his trust levels were beginning to deteriorate.
The ginger could sense Fro’s uneasiness, and decided that offering him a hand to stand would be a nice first step to build trust. “Looks like I just saved your life there huh buddy?”
Fro was a bit hesitant at first, but ultimately gave in as he was getting tired of laying on his back. “ I was good even before you stepped in.”
“Sure you were.” the woman said as she pulled him up to his feet. She watched Fro dust himself for a second before turning around. She raised her arm and mysteriously it began to glow with a purple aura engulfing it. She waved her hand with very precise motions and soon enough the hand waves produced a portal. She turned back around to see Fro looking at her confused, but she ignored his expression. “Alright get in. We ain’t got much time.”
“So we're just gonna skip the intros and get straight into the plot huh?”
“Sit around and chat too much and we’re gonna find ourselves dealing with Orf and his gonnies again.”
“True, but it would be nice to get your name at least.”
The woman sighed. “Still haven’t figured it out huh? Didn’t know you could be this slow.” The woman removed the hat from her head, allowing the bangs of her short hair to droop freely over her face. “Take a guess, but say it backwards.”
After seeing the woman’s hair in its entire glory, Fro quickly realized there was only one raider with such a unique color. “Aulham?”
“Yup. Now get in before I drag you in myself.”
But thanks for pointing that out. I'll keep that mind in for sure.
