Maestro

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."

Develop the idea more, then when you're finished your program, pitch it to a game studio you got hired to work for once you've worked there for awhile. The reason why I say that is because if you start spreading the idea around, saying "oh yeah, I've got an idea for a game that's a real winner," a game studio may end up stealing it and claim it as their own. Keep it under wraps until you're ready to pitch it or construct the game yourself.

Frederik gazed at the metallic hunchback, who stomped their way back to the light field it stood on before. Another being appeared out of the maelstrom behind him. He turned around, quickly asking, "What is this place?!" The creature pointed with its blade arm towards a massive hovering structure in the distance. "The answers you seek can be found in the Library," it said in a feminine voice. "However, something has been attacking it in your absence, Master Frederik." Unlike everything else he had seen so far, which was sharp and triangular in shape, this structure was spherical. It possessed veins of light which lacked any symmetry and were placed with no rhyme or reason. The light lines in the front of the structure pulsated more frequently than the rest. The light in the veins appeared to have a reddish tinge to it, which turned violet as it got farther away from the middle. It consumed most of the horizon. "You had better check it out, sire," the metallic creature stated. "We have been trying to fix it, but to no avail." "Fix what? And why does everyone around here call me Sir?" "The monitor has neglected to maintain a specific node within the Domain. Only you can rectify the problem," it told Frederik. "You should know why you are called Sir, Sir Frederik." It looked at one of the smaller maelstroms. "Step into that portal. It will take you to the Library." He walked over to the portal, and stepped inside. On the other end, he stood at the base of the Library. He looked back at the portal. The area he once was appeared as a dot above a gargantuan storm, swirling and toiling below everything. It stretched as far as the eye could see. He swung back around, and ventured his way into the building in front of him. OOC: Dust Hunter, you've got physical control over Frederik right now, as he's KO'd in Tai's grip. Please be gentle. (as in no dismembering or killing him)

Frederik found himself face-down on the floor. He struggled to tilt his head upward, only to find himself in an impeccable metallic foyer. Violet stripes of light lined and brightened the surrounding environment. Peculiar stannic beings of tremendous stature stomped about. The Spartan clawed his way upright, and stumbled about. One of the unusual mechanisms looked at him. It stood much taller than him, and possessed a hunched back. Its right arm was nothing more than a purple blade. "Where am I?" Frederik asked the being. It opened its face plate, revealing a glowing violet skull and belting out a deafening screech. "You know this place better than anyone, Sir Frederik," it replied in a deep masculine voice. It sealed its face plate, and resumed wandering about. Frederik gazed at his surroundings. Purple pulses resonated through the luminous veins. Small robots hovered about, paying no mind to the black armoured man. Three electrified maelstroms leading into the abyss swirled and toiled within the constraints of two struts, one on each side. The stannic creature that he spoke to walked in, and disappeared instantaneously with a whoosh. Hesitantly, he followed the being into the contained void. He ended up in another area, similar to the last. More metallic hunchbacks milled about. Some stood on nothing more than light. Two beings propelled spiked orbs vast distances, only to have iron canine-like creatures chase after them. They picked up the orbs and darted back to the hunchbacks. One spotted the human, and dashed over to him. It jumped up on him, knocking him over. Its head fired orange bolts at his face, but he felt nothing. Its stannic owner teleported over, and screeched at the metal hound. It jumped off, and let out tinny barking noises. "Don't worry about him, Sir Frederik, she's just a puppy," the owner said calmly. Glowing orange liquid coated his visor. "Okay..." he said uneasily. He wiped the goo off, and climbed back on his feet.

Frederik looked down at the planet below him. It rotated in his vision as his breath fogged up the visor in front of his face. He called this planet home now, but could never think of it as home. The continents were all unfamiliar to him. The wreckage of human and alien technology floated perfectly above its atmosphere. The scars of battles fought three years ago were still as noticeable now as they were back then. This was the planet his species protected at all costs. "This is where everything ended..." he murmured. The images of those alien monsters that attacked his home planet four years ago flickered through his mind. He looked up towards the stars. They spun around in circles, little sapphires and rubies hanging in the void of space. "I wonder what else is out there..." "Whoa - Sergeant MacMillan - where're you goin', man?" the foreman squawked over comms, yanking Frederik back towards the project at hand. "We gotta finish repairin' this - ODST! If you ain't careful, you're gonna plummet straight towards - Infinity!" He paused for a second, then continued, "There's only one guy who survived a fall from - home? - and he died in 2553 savin' us from space monkeys!" Frederik looked at the foreman, who handed him a soldering iron. "If we have every guy fallin' from orbit cuz that cyborg survived, we're gonna wind up with a lotta dead - cocoa - got it?! Now let's finish repairing these wire connections. Any chatter being rerouted through this thing'll get lost if we don't! The UNSC's counting on us!" Samantha's face appeared in his head. He blinked, and the picture of the red-haired teenager disappeared. "Got it," Frederik replied. OOC: Fun fact, listened to this song while composing this post.