spadeguy (2013-11-23 17:16:58)

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Nobody dies, the weapons are modified to not kill people. People were selected based on their abitlities, they could be average or paranormal.
The rules were fairly average. They'd choose the art in which you would mainly practice, Archery, Swordsmanship, Stealth, you name it. Then you'd be trained in that art up to a point. Then you'd be sent out into the ship to find a crew before you're placed on the planet they choose for you, and after that, you're on your own. Those who are left standing in the end were given all the money they could ever want.

Aaron awoke in a daze, as the world began to light up for him. There were people, hundreds of them, talking to each other. The room was much more large than he'd expected, as it had to have spanned at least two miles. The room was a large simulated field of grass with a pale white background stemming from where the ground stopped. He knew very well where he was, and why he was there, and he couldn't help but shout.

"I'M IN! After all that training at the facilities, I'm in!"

The surrounding crowd stared at him as though he was insane, but he payed them no mind, he simply ran off through the crowd and tried finding someone to talk to. He saw many interesting people in the crowd, with plenty of abilities. He recognized a lot of the basic arts such as Swordsmen and Sorcerers, but he also saw many unfamiliar ones, like people morphing into animals. One man threw another smaller child into the air, about 80 feet up, and the child burst into flames and began flying around.

Oh yeah... people here are from different planets. I don't know what kind of things their naturally capable of doing, on top of that they've been trained in the ways of several deadly arts of war.

"This is... AAAWEEESOOOME!" he shouted.

It didn't take long for him to stop again and marvel at his new clothing articles. He hadn't noticed when he awoke, but he was actually wearing special clothing. He was wearing sweatpants, a shirt, and had a glowing tattoo on his forearm. He then looked at his gloves... they weren't the training gauntlets he'd been given originally, but instead they were the ones he'd crafted before graduating from his training.

When he was training, he wanted to be an Pure Mage, something exclusive to those from his planet. It was somewhat of a mix between a fighter, and a mage, only they had gloves. They could perform spells at their own will only the gloves would mask their power while also assisting the ease at which they could perform their spells. While training with the others he'd excelled in it, and had developed his own gloves like all the others, only he infused some of his own blood into his, not many others thought of doing so. The gloves he was wearing are the ones he made, not the training gloves.

After a long time of running around and searching for people to join him, he found nobody. Groups were obviously forming, as alliances were also being made. You could see circles of people forming then isolating themselves from others.

Not to worry... many people find their crews during the competition, this is why you recieve the emblem armor. It'll just stay the blank until you find sone people... Aaron thought to himself.

While running to another part of the room, Aaron eventually just quit. There was too much ground, and WAAAY too many people to try and find a group. If he was lucky he'd end up finding others without a group when they arrive on the selected planet. Until then... he was sleepy. He fell asleep, knowing he'd be randomly teleported down when the competition started, and since all players get immunity from elimination for the first 24 hours, he'd be just fine.

...right?

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BigMooney (2013-11-23 22:33:34)

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this is like sword art online...




sorta













I love it!

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spadeguy (2013-11-23 22:59:46)

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Hours passed and Aaron hadn't awoken. He was found in a forest by a group of 5 people. He slept through being taken to a lakeside, and then 3 members of the group left to get supplies.

"He's tied up!" said John, a boy with blue hair. He had an evil smirk about him, to match his personality. He was wearing a red set of armor and had a broadsword at his side. "Now we wait for 24 hours! Then... we'll kill him!" He kicked Aarons sleeping body.
"Where did you even find him?" said Braid, who was also wearing red armor, but he had 2 swords.

"Ah, just laying there. Honestly I think someone else probably would've done it... I think it's movi-"
"I WANT OUT!" Aaron shouted, rolling around on the dirt floor.
"UNTIE M-RRRMBHR"
He rolled into the lake and began drowning. John and Braid smiled laughingly as the bubbles stopped. Their smiles stopped when the rope Aaron was bound in floated back up to the surface. Aaron then came from the water launched at a high force, and slammed into John. Braid readied his swords and charged at Aaron as he got up. He swung a flurry of attacks each of which were dodged, and then Aaron held out his hand. In a flash, his gauntlet lit up, and a bolt of lightning shot into Braids chest causing him to fly back into a tree.

"I feel... powerful! I didn't know infusing my blood into my Arcane Gloves would increase their power this much." He said aiming his palm at John.
"Let's see what other kinds of magic these can use!"

"...n-no, please!" John shouted, terrified "I-I'll do anythi-"
"You talk too much, I'm trying to test stuff. I can't even eliminate you until tomorrow, so I'll go away. Just don't follow me... we'll meet again." He said turning away, chuckling.
"For your sake you'd better be stronger..."

His walk became a run, as he shouted "Good luck!", then he faded into the forest.

His mind raced with thoughts as to how this adventure would end. Who would join him, and who would become an actual challenge; Aaron wasn't weak at all. The answers would hopefully reveal themselves as the night went on, and of course he's need food. It was barely the afternoon and he'd just woken up, but he needed food... and a bathroom break.

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spadeguy (2013-11-23 23:01:58)

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Wow ninja'd... I take too long to write when I watch T.V. Thanks! People tell me my stories are like that show a lot... I still haven't seen it though.

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spadeguy (2013-11-24 14:25:20)

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Aaron spent time looking at the exotic plants. There were many different species of plants, some that were passive, others would try to kill him. There were many other things that were intriguing, such as turtles with shells made of extremely compact dirt, or maybe a tree with large egg shaped fruit. The dense forest area seemed to be assimilating with a more set pattern, as the grass would either be really small, or very tall at points. He was approached by a dirt-shelled turtle, with a small sprout of 2 leaves on it's head. He kneeled over to pet it.
"Hey there! Let's be friends okay? I'll prote-" Aaron was cut off by the voice of a boy in the distance.

"USE TACKLE!"

"Tamer of Beasts v.s. Aaron. The loophole!"

The turtle immediately tackled him then waited for further instruction.
"USE RAZOR LEAF"! The boy said again. Aaron sprung up, as the leaves on the turtles head began spinning furiously. Soon a seemingly endless barrage of them began flying past, one cutting Aarons arm slightly. Aaron decided to stop the turtle from attacking further, so he ran towards it, then shot a blast of lightning from his glove. The turtle withstood the blast easily and sliding back slid back several feet, it's feet leaving a trail of dirt through the grass. The boy began running forwards and stopped in front of his turtle about 10 feet from Aaron, who was readying his gloves. He could make out the name of the person tattooed on his arm.
Jacob.

"So... what's happening right now? That tattoo on your arm means you're in this competition..." Aaron asked curiously.

"Well" Jacob responded, " I am in the competition. You seem to have damaged my Pokemon directly. I can't Turtwig fainting in this competition so soon, he's been waiting for this for weeks. I'm healing him with an Oran Berry."
"He's in the competition?!!"" Aaron asked excitedly, "He can be on my team!"
"Well," Jacob responded, "...well he's on my team kinda. If you can almost beat my team in a battle we'll join you."
Aaron whined "Aww, but I just want the turtle! Ah whatever, I'm Aaron!"
"I'm Jacob... get ready... go! TURTWIG, FREESTYLE!"

Turtwig leaped forward and attempted to tackle Aaron, but he dodged it. Aaron held out his hand and shot a pulse of energy, but Turtwig retracted into his shell and the force blew him into a tree in the background. He seemed to have bounced back into Aaron faster than he'd hit the tree and it was a direct hit to Aarons leg, making him fall forwards.

"Good! Come back Turtwig! Go Beedrill!"

The Turtwig flew into an odd ball system, and then he threw another at Aaron, hitting him in the face.

Aaron: Ouch! What gives Jacob!
Jacob: Call me Jake, and I'd be getting up if I were you.
Aaron: Why?
*watches Beedrill spontaneously generate from ball*
Aaron: HOLY CRA-
Jake: Beedrill, freestyle!

Aaron got up from the ground and observed the Beedrill. It was a very large bee with drills as it's hands.
Why is this a thing!?

It began attempting to impale Aaron, but his gloves were dense enough to catch the attacks and they went up his forearm so he could block.

He dodged left, then right, then he shot the Beedrill with lightning. It flew back and looked hurt. Jacob retracted it and bought the Turtwig back out.

This is gonna take forever... if only I could just... oh wait! Aaron thought.

"Jake, I'm gonna hit you directly!" Aaron shouted, "Hope you can take a hit!"
Jake looked completely shocked as Aaron got on all fours and his gloves began lighting up. He launched at Jake punching his stomach, and then nimbly roundhouse kicking him in the side. Jake began falling to the side, but was bought up by an odd force. Aaron was pulling him back and launching a punch at him too. He stopped directly before hitting Jake, and then laughed.

"Good game, but I win... partner." His fist opening up and turning to an open hand. Jake shook it.
"Let's find a way towards a town now Aaron."
They began chatting, while walking away, Turtwig following along merrily.

"So Jake, what art were you trained in anyway?" Aaron asked "I don't really see many people doing that."
"Well" Jake replied, "I'm what you'd call a Pokemon Trainer. These 'creatures' I use are called Pokemon, and they're counted as somewhat neutral parties in the competition. I can control any of them, because I got all 8 gym badges in several regions. My training camp was actually on this planet, it's a huge world really! What about you?"

"Ash sounds like a pedo... anyway, I was allowed the title of Pure Mage because the planet I'm from has a special blood type. We our blood is infused with arcane power meaning we make magic. We give off magic, and when we want, we can take in the energy around us. That's why I have these gloves, they take in energy naturally until they're full, and they're kinda indestructible. They focus my powers so I don't have to think so much... I'm hungry..."

He doesn't think so much...

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spadeguy (2013-11-25 02:07:20)

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Feedback? Suggestions? Characters you want added?

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spadeguy (2013-11-25 11:57:29)

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It's not just pokemon! It's everything basically, Pokemon is the easiest to start with. I remember you!

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AceTrainerJMB (2013-11-26 01:36:34)

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Haven't seen your stories around recently, glad to have you back!

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spadeguy (2013-11-26 02:31:15)

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Thanks! Writers block-ish. I'll post tomorrow for sure!

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BigMooney (2013-11-26 22:51:40)

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bump.

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