Summors posts dropped here

After looking at your other recent posts I assume your flagrant random destruction of the realm of Ayenee on the molecular level is part of your challenge ? If so I am rather at a loss as to how anyone other than a god-moder or God character could take part in your challenge. As you have simultaneously destroyed all matter in the universe and added a virus to all kinetic energy forms without waiting to see if said attack would be accepted. That said perhaps you could explain what precisely T1 PC is, as I have not heard that title of a combat rule system in the last fourteen years. T1, T2,T2.2,T3 those I recall, but T1 PC yeah no idea. So I ask you to explain this T1 PC rule system.
 
Corban Versus Joshua The Grand Summoner

Eh, Roger....We need to do this, okay?

A flash of lightning blinds the world beneath a fury of what will be represented. The light fades and soon Ayenee's cities regain collateral over the landscape. A man of lithe form and confident erect stature stands as a man of total encompass knowledge. His descended towering robe of evergreen smashing against the waves of the expelled energy: Thus sending ripples of cloth from his hidden sandaled feet to his pectoral yellow cross emblem chest( the Mark of Betrayal by the Ryuujin). The icon reaching down to his robe's burrowed cloth: hiding his feet and then some.

His amber light brown eyes staring right at Corban with a look of respect; yet, disapproval that the fact the man never once reached out to his calling of power. Dark brunette, chin length hair, whirls against his mid shoulder region as the auroral pull of cosmic synergy channels within him; therein, causing his entirety to alter to a transparent skin of etheric boundaries.

The fog of war was uplifted and smashed in the face of all interdimensional paradoxes of self. Everything was hidden beneath the clutches of the Summoner's buckling fists. Traversing realm form realm;he knew, Corban was out and about.
His eyes grew brighter like the glowing beacon of a god reborn. The peering pupils of fused amber peer into the depths of cataclysm that was his inner intentions.

Shields upon shields of multiversal guardianship shatter against his traverse of interplanar travel. Multicolor whirlwinds explode against his athletic form as the ripples of matter and space part. He flattens out his figure( like Superman flying through the skies) leaving the robe collapsing against his entire ghost like figure. Shimmering hues of multiversal consciousness explode waves of color incapable of perception. Rainbows, invisible to the eye of man, detonate with a coalescence of immortal understanding. Grasping and clawing at all forms of energy; all the while, the astral barriers smash against himself as he hurtled through the weaker realms.

"CORBAN....YOU'RE GOING TO EAT THE EMERGENCE OF WORLDS!!" His voice inconsiderately smashing all previous laws of physical limitations defined by man's law.

*Nexus* " Josh...This is Corban....Come on.....You've known him forever.......Are you serious?" The Summoner immediately stops in his flight through interdimensional travel. His dark chestnut hair whipping back in his face. His legs kicking out like a bike stand; all the meanwhile, expulsions of rippling green mana shatter across the inner plane field. (Green being life force: The chakra of fulcrum).

As the ripples dismiss; Josh looks up, his eye glaze back to a state of normalcy. The effects causing his brown hued eyes glaring throughout every growing depths of stars and exploded states of ever evolving creation.

He riptides his travels. The borders of interplanar worlds shatter. Letting loose the flood of all purgatory spirits. Traveling agony; representing by many human like faces, smash back and forth like horrid ghouls of limbo. Expressions eating away their misery as they slip in between the hither and there.

THE ASTRAL PLANE AS BEEN OPENED JUST FOR THIS ONE MAN!!! FEEL PRIVILEGED TO LIVE WITH THE SUMMONER, CORBAN!!!!!!!!" Her feminine voice orchestrating the demise of reincarnation. The continuation of the world halters against the flood of the despaired.

The forsaken and abysmal flourishing through the omniverse like a bleeding wound of a mortal enemy. Vengeful , misery stricken, angry and saddened souls plowing through all states of existence. Throwing their phantasmal arms with rejoice as they're finally released from their cages of spiritual redemption. Clawing away this realm and that phantom like city. Entire states of reality being raked by the claws of the damned. Crying souls leaving living flesh and bonded elementals murdered and dying as the mortal coil that supports all shrinks ever slightly.

Joshua merely stood still as the Nexus spoke. Which he tended to do, cause, if he didn't he would have been ate alive many years ago. He kneels down in the bleakness of interplanar crossroads. Waves of orange( body and mind), purple ( highest visible state of immortality and mortality : manifestations of god), yellow (assimilating entire experience / The Akashic Records) smash through the spectrum that he is...given forth by the Madonna of creation/ The Nexus. <E>

Chad.............You made my banner.......

Where the hell is chad ?????????? I want chad..........no one else................chad.................josh wants you dead...........I love valucre............i demand we fight in your realm.....................you know that means that josh is just an avatar though.................eh.........josh wants terrata........constantly.
 
Josh, this is the lobby for those introducing themselves, not the place for your banters, rants, and call outs. If you want to make more of these posts, please put them in the appropriate forum.
 
Back.....Varsinax...................If you want to, buddy........You can try...............I mean...you can really try...I'm ready to take a swing at a few skulls..............Sorry for the late response. Been back with my wife and such for the last few weeks. Got divorced a second time. So..yeah...I'll look at this in two days and see where you stand..If you still want to I'll make the first post...........Hey....Just remember............What happened on your forum....Just remember...............I'm a total different freak of nature.......So......I'm ready. Let us dance..Hope you can't make a single action without thinking.

There's a reason Clowd and the rest couldn't touch me.

Btw, on your forum,..........yeah....we know what happens with the Astral Plane...........So.........Hey...Don't think I lost it. I respectfully agree to your challenge.

What...No response? Man...I'm ready to demolish.

(The Summoner Cometh) *OOC*

Better go cry to corban saezer....Or else you die or I get banned.....That is your only two options...

Bring your characters like an exhibition.........Let me slaughter them: one after one................

The Summoner cometh, folks. He is a prodigy of the Ryuujin now. The Rudra screams for blood.
 
Admin/Mod Note*
Moved to correct forum...Lobby is for meet and greet...Your post will get more traffic if it is in the right forum! :)
 
Same old unprovable, unsubstantiated theory based attacks...

Same old horribly written purple prose...

Wow, you haven't changed a bit.
 
Their travels were stopped short. The sky grew darker than natural. An evil wind whipped through causing life to vibrate on a lower scale of consciousness entirely......

-Dominion is here-

A voice tossed between the two, " So, you two think you can just walk around Ayenee and figure I wouldn't find you?" His voice grew smaller like the recession of their minds.

Emulations of psychosis compose the landscape. Transitions of interplanar realities pour through both worlds as the Summoner retains absolution. Fauna fall over dead as clouds of miasma spew like steam through geysers of death. Earth became corrupted by the vessel of heavens/ The Summoner. Vines twist from the plumes of venom, tether and waxing the world's soul. Claiming the bounty of man; decaying land and stripping beauty.

"You two really believe you honestly could walk among my land of gods? You really dressed up, didn't you? Bad day for a guy like me to awaken among the world, wouldn't you say?" As his alto voice faded......The world started to collapse against the vines as they tunneled inward. Creating a tauron of gravity, and interplanar influx. Transmuting all thoughts of reality into his complex of creation. All would view him as a thousand suns of endless potentiality: god.

The billion wings of fake karmic lords flow over heaven as is the recycling of loved souls. False gods of ignorance burn their presence just like the weakened state of Ayenee.

The Phantasm speaks up again" I am here to rebuild you, my goddess.".

The world transmutes into absolute darkness. The arcane side of Ayenee is systemized...Everything is patternized..Dialects of Xzynicht, Ryuujin, Xeta, Corban Saezer, Clowd Merideth and most importantly his sensei Khaosu and Rai are nothing short of what Joshua is ready to use when he goes physical.

AkA= GET READY FOR A RUDRA something or other...

Wooooow, weaaaaaaaaaak

Scared, boys and girls???! It's only that weak Astral Josh lol lol ol

Laugh at The Grand Summoner. I destroy gods. You didn't do the dodo in Yahoo. Laugh away, child.

*Smiles*
 
Seems like the caliber of style has dwindled drastically. Can't even handle a single god....Valcure can't either. I'm insta-banned on spot. A guy tries to come out retirement by slaying and you just can't let it happen.
 
The reasoning lies in the fact that nearly everyone who was once involved with Ayenee has moved on to another season of their life. We've grown up and life has mandated other things take over the time we once spent writing out adventures. My wife and I have a ministry to work, five children to raise, a business to run and a house to maintain.

And your desire for RP is rare amongst those who do still have time to take part. I've never seen anything from you that didn't demand a celestial level fight. I very much enjoy the combat aspect of RPing, but in the rare moments I do get a chance to write something, I have a much greater desire for story content than for a fight with no reasoning behind it in any level of plot.

You want combat involvement? Try putting it in the context of a story first. And maybe, just maybe, consider combat involving something other than erasing the fabric of existence, and you might actually find someone willing to take part in it with you.
 
Alot of my roleplaying these days involves D&D and occasional Amber sessions. From time to time I still roleplay a bit but not as often as I did during the mid to late 2000s. I drift here now and again seeing how things are going and are not surprised that real life has caught up to many of us and our ability to roleplay on a regular basis. Since beginning here I've finished a few university degrees as well as a Masters thesis by research mid last year and continue to play pc games and poker regularly. I also do a bit of game journalism on the side.

I do yearn for the good old days of written roleplay. With some effort and persistence on the part of some that may come about again. Whether it will be me as part of that drive will depend on what tasks real life will throw at me :D .
 
Well, Raharanor, if the time allows, I'd be happy to be involved in an RP with you.
 
Hey there its Wolf...Nalya....
Good to see someone from the past that I know lol.

Wish I had some free time to indulge in some Rp fun but RL life has become way to hectic.
If u guys start something ill check back sooner to check it out.
I just can't promise n e thing
 
Heya, Nalya. Great to see you, again.

I'm kinda getting a feel for who all is still active at the moment. Send me a PM with some current contact info that you'll check. (Email, YIM, Phone, whatever) I'll get back with you if something starts up.
 
Josh, you have a history of being an antagonistic pest who only entered forums to start fights. You're always rude, always combative and have contributed nothing to the RP community since you've been here. But you're so narcissistic you can't see that.

You're not a god. You're not a legend. You never were. You're a troll. Always have been, always will be. 10+ years you've been at this and not a damn thing has changed.

Unless you can actually learn to write a story.
 
It's always amazing logging in here. To all who have returned, welcome back.

If anything does commence on this site IC interest wise, which will be a welcomed sight, for sure. I will certainly be checking it out.
 
Same old unprovable, unsubstantiated theory based attacks...

Same old horribly written purple prose...

Wow, you haven't changed a bit.

Not to Necro an old thread but those lovely bold words are similar to the Xynzicht power that Chad used to one hit kill people... Unproven... Theory based.

Hell... If you can alter reality... Theory based.
If you can create a blackhole... Theory based.
If you can manipulate gravity... again... Theory based.

EVERYTHING in RP is theory based... Not to be on Josh's side here, but in general, if you're going to pull that "Theory Based" "Unproven" "Unsubstantiated" card, make sure you use it every time someone does something that is even remotely outside of the laws of physics. Thanks.
 
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EVERYTHING in RP is theory based...

I always found it funny how players would boast about how "powerful" they were; considering that the majority of characters/"powers" were basically made up, it was a given.

I also found it funny how people paraded around like they were the baddest thing to ever grace a chat room, or how they are "undefeated" in an improvised story that required one player to "accept defeat" to satisfy the other player(s) story.

I remember being a "Priest" on .Com's "Death Board" and having to tell the players that visited there if their character was "dead" or not. RP was serious business back then.
 
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