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| The Speculative League of Champions; Yet another attempt at SpecEvo fanfiction... | |
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| Topic Started: Dec 22 2012, 10:54 PM (535 Views) | |
| Kamidio | Dec 22 2012, 10:54 PM Post #1 |
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Foreword: The Speculative League of Champions. A team comprised of metahumans and non-humans alike. Though they differ in viewpoint, they share a common view of goodwill towards man. The league members live aboard a massive ship called the Leviathan. Covered in plant life and sailing the world's oceans disguised as an island, the system is self-sufficent; capable of producing food and materials for the occupants, needing only to stop at a port when in need of man-made items. Several rooms are aboard the ship, including a living area, a holodeck, many living quarters, a research lab, a kictchen, a dining room, bathrooms on every floor, and a prison. Among the wildlife that occupies the ship, the main occupants are the heroes themselves. Prime, a man capable of adapting to the vacuum of space, the heat of a volcano, or the cold of the moon by turning his very biology into a powerful metal-bone combination that can be turned around as a spear-like weapon. Leader of the team by election, he braves harsh conditions and impossible odds to bring justice to those who would abuse the weak. Lamna, captain of the ship and a powerful telekinetic, he gets the team where it needs to be and provides back-up where he can. Despite his arrogance and claims that he could work on his own, his loyalty is unparalleled, being one of the first to join Prime's team. Barracuda, an Amphibote. A future human capable of surviving underwater, controling his namesake fish, and freezing water into hyper-dense ice capable of cutting through re-enforced steel-titanium alloy or allowing him to run on water. The team's loose cannon, he's been kicked off several times for his drastic methods and unpredictable behavior. This is most apparent from the way he arrived in the 21st century, via a banishment pod. However, he's always found his way back on, as the team has oft decided its far safer if the team is there to keep him in check. Neos, an alien master of the arcane and the team's source of logic and reason. He doesn't speak much, but when he does, it is informed and wise. And the four of them drive each other crazier than a sack of dead cats. Edited by Kamidio, Dec 22 2012, 11:11 PM.
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| Kamidio | Dec 23 2012, 03:27 AM Post #2 |
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Biting Off More Than You Can Chew Barracuda's living quarters are best described as halfway between a bedroom and a mancave. Posters and paintings alike are held onto the wall by nails hammered in by rocks or whatever he had at the moment. His desk was somewhere between order and chaos, the papers on it being organized while a bunch of trash sat on another portion. He had more television sets than he could possibly ever need and the tangled wires that led to several devices under the tv stands resembled a spider's web, ready to catch any man that dared set foot behind them. Above all this chaos, a series of ropes, nets, and weights hung from the ceiling, with one central net serving as a hammock. Barracuda's comforter and sheets were curled around him, and several plush toys served as pillows, as he had curled into a ball sometime during the night. The blinds in his room were drawn shut, meaning that any light in the room came from the many glowing buttons and devices attached to his TVs. Barracuda was content in his sleep, but his clock radio had different plans... {"WHOOOOOHOOOOOOO! LIVIN' ON A PRAYER!"} Barracuda's eyes cracked open ever so slightly. Leaning up, he reached for the rope he'd tied the radio to and yanked it up, switching the alarm off. Doing some stretches, he popped several bones and scracthed several itches. Most of them on his ass. Jumping down from his hammock, Barracuda's full body came into view. He wasn't all that tall, standing just below average height, but he wasn't exactly puny. He had the typical physique of an Amphibiote. Longer arms, sorter legs, powerful breast muscles, gills, and a long, muscular tail fit for propelling himself through the water. However, he was still recognizable as a human, as his facial features betrayed. Grabbing his favorite stuffed animal, a green dragon, Barracuda dragged himself to his bedroom door. The sun rose high over the South Pacific. Inside the ship, most of the acticity was inside the dining room and kitchen. The kitchen aboard the Leviathan was unlike most nautical kitchens. It looked more like it belonged on the set of Rachel Ray, rather than on a high-tech sea vessel. Currently, Prime was grilling a large hunk of pork, the heavenly aroma of cooking flesh attracting the other members of the crew, save one. Prime hummed a tune as he cooked. His mood reflected the scent of the food he was cooking. Upbeat and cheerful. The door open and shut at a slow interval, announcing the arrival of Barracuda. His heavy footsteps thudded on the hardwood, signs that the fishman was in the waking world against his will. "You up early, Barracuda!" Prime's voice sang as he tossed a dash of seasoning on his masterpiece. Barracuda growled back in reply, having none of this fun and cheer. "Up yours." Rooting around the cabinents and the fridge, Barracuda tossed various foodstuffs onto the counter. "Nnnngh." Among a bowl and spoon, Barracuda had gathered a box of cornflakes, leftover hotdogs from two nights before, peanut-butter, bread, and a tub of sludge labeled 'Barracuda's Special Sauce: Ask before eating.' Taking the various ingredients, Barracuda soon had infront of himself a bowl of cereal, peanut-butter hotdogs laced with garlicy special sauce. "A little late for breakfast, isn't it Barracuda?" Lamna passed through with a bunch of maps and sea charts, on his way to the ship's navigation room. "Screw you too." Barracuda kept his eyes on his food and gave a half-lidded glared at his food. Grabbing the spoon in his cereal, he consumed one mouth-full before passing out and falling back to sleep, face in his cereal. Mentally, he had a lucid dream that he was still eating and perfectly ready to tackle the day. Then, he woke up. Pulling his eyes out of the cereal, he gave another half-lidded glare, this time at nothing but empty space. Today is going to be a loooooong day. Barracuda slurped up cereal tiredly as Prime sat down at the table, ready to eat his caramelized, and perfect-in-every-way pork ribs. |
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| citrakayah | Dec 23 2012, 11:52 AM Post #3 |
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I like this. |
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| bloom_boi | Jan 16 2013, 02:04 PM Post #4 |
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What The?
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Dropping ANOTHER fanfiction, fakey? This has come to a point of almost routine... |
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"You shall perish, whatever you do! If you are taken with arms in your hands, death! If you beg for mercy, death! Whichever way you turn, right, left, back, forward, up, down, death! You are not merely outside the law, you are outside humanity. Neither age nor sex shall save you and yours. You shall die, but first you shall taste the agony of your wife, your sister, your sons and daughters, even those in the cradle! Before your eyes the wounded man shall be taken out of the ambulance and hacked with bayonets or knocked down with the butt end of a rifle. He shall be dragged living by his broken leg or bleeding arm and flung like a suffering, groaning bundle of refuse into the gutter. Death! Death! Death!" | |
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| Kamidio | Jan 16 2013, 02:58 PM Post #5 |
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Hey, I have more imortant things to do, you know. This right here is dictated by my everyday life as well as happenngs here on the site. When I get inspired, I'll make another. |
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| bloom_boi | Jan 16 2013, 03:42 PM Post #6 |
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As a nihilist, I can say there really isnt anything else more important to do. |
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"You shall perish, whatever you do! If you are taken with arms in your hands, death! If you beg for mercy, death! Whichever way you turn, right, left, back, forward, up, down, death! You are not merely outside the law, you are outside humanity. Neither age nor sex shall save you and yours. You shall die, but first you shall taste the agony of your wife, your sister, your sons and daughters, even those in the cradle! Before your eyes the wounded man shall be taken out of the ambulance and hacked with bayonets or knocked down with the butt end of a rifle. He shall be dragged living by his broken leg or bleeding arm and flung like a suffering, groaning bundle of refuse into the gutter. Death! Death! Death!" | |
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| Kamidio | Jan 16 2013, 03:58 PM Post #7 |
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You aren't married to your muse. You have absolutely no idea how needy women are, especially when they're abstract concepts. We always have to do what she wants. |
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| bloom_boi | Jan 16 2013, 04:05 PM Post #8 |
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I think I have an idea Fakey. I think I have an idea. |
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"You shall perish, whatever you do! If you are taken with arms in your hands, death! If you beg for mercy, death! Whichever way you turn, right, left, back, forward, up, down, death! You are not merely outside the law, you are outside humanity. Neither age nor sex shall save you and yours. You shall die, but first you shall taste the agony of your wife, your sister, your sons and daughters, even those in the cradle! Before your eyes the wounded man shall be taken out of the ambulance and hacked with bayonets or knocked down with the butt end of a rifle. He shall be dragged living by his broken leg or bleeding arm and flung like a suffering, groaning bundle of refuse into the gutter. Death! Death! Death!" | |
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| Kamidio | Jan 16 2013, 04:06 PM Post #9 |
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You think you have an idea. |
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| Scrublord | Jan 19 2013, 11:45 AM Post #10 |
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I KNOW I have an idea. Why don't you think of a story you can actually finish for once? |
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My Projects: The Neozoic Redux Valhalla--Take Three! The Big One Deviantart Account: http://elsqiubbonator.deviantart.com In the end, the best advice I could give you would be to do your project in a way that feels natural to you, rather than trying to imitate some geek with a laptop in Colorado. --Heteromorph | |
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| Kamidio | Jan 19 2013, 11:54 AM Post #11 |
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This one is inspired by real life. There is no story. |
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| bloom_boi | Jan 19 2013, 03:49 PM Post #12 |
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You are secretly an asshole fish man? |
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"You shall perish, whatever you do! If you are taken with arms in your hands, death! If you beg for mercy, death! Whichever way you turn, right, left, back, forward, up, down, death! You are not merely outside the law, you are outside humanity. Neither age nor sex shall save you and yours. You shall die, but first you shall taste the agony of your wife, your sister, your sons and daughters, even those in the cradle! Before your eyes the wounded man shall be taken out of the ambulance and hacked with bayonets or knocked down with the butt end of a rifle. He shall be dragged living by his broken leg or bleeding arm and flung like a suffering, groaning bundle of refuse into the gutter. Death! Death! Death!" | |
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| Kamidio | Jan 20 2013, 01:25 AM Post #13 |
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Barracuda is/was FakePokemon64. Back when I hated everything.
Edited by Kamidio, Jan 20 2013, 01:27 AM.
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