Post by Deadpool on Mar 18, 2021 22:25:08 GMT -5
Were you referred?: Razak
Discord Name: N/A
Starting Character: Deadpool
Starting Planet: Earth
Character Race: Human
Gender: MaleAppearance: tall scared flesh underneath his full-body costume.
Starting Stat Distribution: 5000
Starting Trait Distribution: (5 points)
Starting Technique: Blast Punch
Starting Fighting Style: Defensive
Starting Stat Bonus: Toughness
Character Bio: Deadpool finds himself in a strange new universe with an odd motivation: gather the dragonballs and wish for player deaths to be permanent - or kill his Narrator by deleting his Forum profile. Only by doing this will he answer the burning mystery: does he have free will?
Character Picture: i.ibb.co/dfyJFtf/Deadpool-Dressed-As-Elvis-Presley.png
Sample RP:
The giant candy cane rustled against the jagged pavement. Deadpool was looking for a ride. He didn't know which ride yet. The voice in his head would tell him. "This one?" asked Deadpool as he passed a blue car. Nope, not that one; maybe the next one. He was coming up to a yellow two-door sedan that looked more like a giant candy bug he could bite off the street. He probably could do it too if he really tried, but Deadpool wasn't in the mood for losing his teeth. He'd learned that lesson a few intersections down.
He didn't know what city he was in, and the name didn't matter either.
"Not important," said the Voice. "Fuck you, Narrator," said Deadpool. He leaped to the next car, turned his back to it, and threw out his arms. "What about this one?" The voice didn't answer. "No?" said Deadpool. He swung the candy cane low then brought it up to ready a swing.
WHAM! The ornament broke, barely having made a dent. The alarm went off, causing everyone to stop and stare his way. "Oh come on," he cursed. He pointed at everyone and shouted, "Hey, this isn't your story, losers. Where's my fucking ride. The one with the hot babe who's gonna suck me dry as a peanut when I step right into the passenger seat."
He watched them mutter amongst themselves and continue on their ways. He cursed the Narrator for writing a mediocre introduction. It felt like time had just started only just a few moments ago. "Where's my ride, Narrator?" he asked in a more gentle voice.
The Voice answered back: "Sorry, bro. This is a family-friendly story. It's PG-13"
"PG-13?!" said Deadpool. "Hold on, hold on, that's not right. I'll just pull out my tablet here..." he patted his pockets for it before realizing it wasn't possible. He had no pockets on his full-body suit. That's when he got an idea.
"Hey, excuse me," he waved at the first person he saw. "Do you mind if I take a look at your phone? I need to find out the Parental Guidance rating for this--err -roleplay." The man offered it to him without saying a word. Deadpool opened the internet browser, whereupon he searched: Canadian Parental Guidance. The first link to him to the Motion Picture Association's website featuring all the ratings. They were all there in a neat bullet list, which Deadpool muttered.
"Let's see," he said, "G. PG. R. 18a. 14a! Looks like you won this time... Narrator. You might be the Voice in my head, but I'm the one who's in control."
"Get in," said the Voice, just as a car parallel-parked itself against the sidewalk. There was no driver but the engine was humming. Brm, brm, brm, it went, before honking at him.
"Alright, alright, I'm getting in! You win again."
He entered on the driver's side, took a seat, and wondered if he should drive.
"Your choice," said the Voice.
Deadpool somehow knew it was an automated vehicle that would take him to his destination if he sat back and did nothing. There was no way he was going to die this early into the story. He had plot armor: total immunity from bad things. The Narrator wouldn't let him die. He couldn't let Deadpool die.
"How ironic," he said as adjusted his rear and side-view mirrors. It was a nice vehicle too with leather trim and heated seats. It didn't look stupid and dorky like the other bubble cars in this bubble city with impossible architecture. First of all, everything looked like it was straight out of a cartoon. Second: half of the buildings looked like balls stacked on towers like they were dandelions he could just blow away.
He noted his dilemma: he could choose to drive or he could let the story do all the work; he wasn't one to sit back and let fate have its way with him. This was his story and he was going to do whatever the hell he wanted. "Fuck you, Narrator. Fuck your plots. I'm going to kill everyone in this universe starting with that prick Vegeta."
"It's not like the show," said the Voice.
"Well of course it's not. This is Alex's Dragonball Z RPG 5. Nothing makes sense in this world. There's no canon. Everyone comes back to life without the dragon balls. No one dies. How am I supposed to kill the universe if no one dies? Do you see the problem here?"
Deadpool released the brake, pushed the accelerator, and maneuvered his way back onto the road. "Am I even driving this thing or is this just the illusion of control?
"You choose," said the Voice.
"Maybe I'll gather the dragon balls and wish for death to actually be permanent. Like a... next-NEXT dimension."
He suddenly remembered he couldn't do that. "Who made you judge, jury, and executioner?" said Deadpool.
"I'm writing this story," replied the Narrator.
"See, that's where you're wrong," said Deadpool as he came to an intersection and signaled left. "I'm in control. Not you. What's your name, anyway? Siri, what's the Narrator's name." No answer. "Right. There's no Siri here. No Apple Play either. Hey Google? No. Well okay then. Hey Narrator, can you tell me your name... pretty please? Well fine, then. I'm going to gather the dragon balls and find out who you are. And then I'm gonna come out of that monitor into your little world - wherever you are - and delete your forum account!"
Deadpool shut his mouth for the rest of the car ride.
Discord Name: N/A
Starting Character: Deadpool
Starting Planet: Earth
Character Race: Human
Gender: MaleAppearance: tall scared flesh underneath his full-body costume.
Starting Stat Distribution: 5000
- Strength: 1000
- Speed: 1000
- Toughness: 1000
- Stamina: 1000
- Vitality: 1000
Starting Trait Distribution: (5 points)
- Determination: 3
- Charisma: 1
- Intelligence: 1
Starting Technique: Blast Punch
Starting Fighting Style: Defensive
Starting Stat Bonus: Toughness
Character Bio: Deadpool finds himself in a strange new universe with an odd motivation: gather the dragonballs and wish for player deaths to be permanent - or kill his Narrator by deleting his Forum profile. Only by doing this will he answer the burning mystery: does he have free will?
Character Picture: i.ibb.co/dfyJFtf/Deadpool-Dressed-As-Elvis-Presley.png
Sample RP:
The giant candy cane rustled against the jagged pavement. Deadpool was looking for a ride. He didn't know which ride yet. The voice in his head would tell him. "This one?" asked Deadpool as he passed a blue car. Nope, not that one; maybe the next one. He was coming up to a yellow two-door sedan that looked more like a giant candy bug he could bite off the street. He probably could do it too if he really tried, but Deadpool wasn't in the mood for losing his teeth. He'd learned that lesson a few intersections down.
He didn't know what city he was in, and the name didn't matter either.
"Not important," said the Voice. "Fuck you, Narrator," said Deadpool. He leaped to the next car, turned his back to it, and threw out his arms. "What about this one?" The voice didn't answer. "No?" said Deadpool. He swung the candy cane low then brought it up to ready a swing.
WHAM! The ornament broke, barely having made a dent. The alarm went off, causing everyone to stop and stare his way. "Oh come on," he cursed. He pointed at everyone and shouted, "Hey, this isn't your story, losers. Where's my fucking ride. The one with the hot babe who's gonna suck me dry as a peanut when I step right into the passenger seat."
He watched them mutter amongst themselves and continue on their ways. He cursed the Narrator for writing a mediocre introduction. It felt like time had just started only just a few moments ago. "Where's my ride, Narrator?" he asked in a more gentle voice.
The Voice answered back: "Sorry, bro. This is a family-friendly story. It's PG-13"
"PG-13?!" said Deadpool. "Hold on, hold on, that's not right. I'll just pull out my tablet here..." he patted his pockets for it before realizing it wasn't possible. He had no pockets on his full-body suit. That's when he got an idea.
"Hey, excuse me," he waved at the first person he saw. "Do you mind if I take a look at your phone? I need to find out the Parental Guidance rating for this--err -roleplay." The man offered it to him without saying a word. Deadpool opened the internet browser, whereupon he searched: Canadian Parental Guidance. The first link to him to the Motion Picture Association's website featuring all the ratings. They were all there in a neat bullet list, which Deadpool muttered.
"Let's see," he said, "G. PG. R. 18a. 14a! Looks like you won this time... Narrator. You might be the Voice in my head, but I'm the one who's in control."
"Get in," said the Voice, just as a car parallel-parked itself against the sidewalk. There was no driver but the engine was humming. Brm, brm, brm, it went, before honking at him.
"Alright, alright, I'm getting in! You win again."
He entered on the driver's side, took a seat, and wondered if he should drive.
"Your choice," said the Voice.
Deadpool somehow knew it was an automated vehicle that would take him to his destination if he sat back and did nothing. There was no way he was going to die this early into the story. He had plot armor: total immunity from bad things. The Narrator wouldn't let him die. He couldn't let Deadpool die.
"How ironic," he said as adjusted his rear and side-view mirrors. It was a nice vehicle too with leather trim and heated seats. It didn't look stupid and dorky like the other bubble cars in this bubble city with impossible architecture. First of all, everything looked like it was straight out of a cartoon. Second: half of the buildings looked like balls stacked on towers like they were dandelions he could just blow away.
He noted his dilemma: he could choose to drive or he could let the story do all the work; he wasn't one to sit back and let fate have its way with him. This was his story and he was going to do whatever the hell he wanted. "Fuck you, Narrator. Fuck your plots. I'm going to kill everyone in this universe starting with that prick Vegeta."
"It's not like the show," said the Voice.
"Well of course it's not. This is Alex's Dragonball Z RPG 5. Nothing makes sense in this world. There's no canon. Everyone comes back to life without the dragon balls. No one dies. How am I supposed to kill the universe if no one dies? Do you see the problem here?"
Deadpool released the brake, pushed the accelerator, and maneuvered his way back onto the road. "Am I even driving this thing or is this just the illusion of control?
"You choose," said the Voice.
"Maybe I'll gather the dragon balls and wish for death to actually be permanent. Like a... next-NEXT dimension."
He suddenly remembered he couldn't do that. "Who made you judge, jury, and executioner?" said Deadpool.
"I'm writing this story," replied the Narrator.
"See, that's where you're wrong," said Deadpool as he came to an intersection and signaled left. "I'm in control. Not you. What's your name, anyway? Siri, what's the Narrator's name." No answer. "Right. There's no Siri here. No Apple Play either. Hey Google? No. Well okay then. Hey Narrator, can you tell me your name... pretty please? Well fine, then. I'm going to gather the dragon balls and find out who you are. And then I'm gonna come out of that monitor into your little world - wherever you are - and delete your forum account!"
Deadpool shut his mouth for the rest of the car ride.
