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Can't see why they'd hate you... :thumbdown: And holy hell, that was some pile of sweets. Darn it! You beat me to it.... And Hex, I know you were trying to be funny, but that was, on a scale of 1-10 for hilarity... ...about a -47....

I went to a party, which the host was disappointed with. I enjoyed it though. The spear I made was awesome.

((Really...? Try reading MY post. I changed the arena form the anti-magic zone to a dreamscape.)) Taggerung's microraptor leapt up and blocked both bullets with its kunai, then threw one at Hex for good measur. The Deinonychus ran after hex, firing their lasers. ((It is so hard not to bring memes into this right now....)) Taggerung then threw down the second magic bolt, which summoned a Seismasaurus. This seismosaurs had a small laser on its head, as well as rocket launchers on its sides and swiveling lasers on its legs. Timothy then teleported onto the Seismosaurus's back. It also started firing at Hex with its lasers. Timothy then realized that there had been three bullets, and that his wizard hat had a large hole in it. ((Edit: Grim, I didn't even see your post there, but my guys will still fire their lasers into that closing sphere.)) ((Edit, again: I have to go to a party, so everything I summoned, as well as I just went into a time bubble.))

(And arms, don't forget their arms!) Taggerung whirled his robes and teleported twenty feet away from Hex. He then conjured another ball of magic. The microraptor on his shoulder had somehow acquired a set of kunais, and seemed ready to use them. Meanwhile, the three deinonychu's began firing their lasers at Hex. ((I'm going to upload a portrait of this attack on Hex in a moment. Here it is: ))

"Good luck with that, Hex." Timothy replied, obviously uninterest. "I myself prefer to stay out of water, as my armour just refuses to float." He gave Grim a pitying look. I am drinking water, you fool. As far as I know, there is nothing dangerous about that." He then begins testing the water for poison.

At the side of Arena, near the lever, a figure appeared. He had shoulderlength black hair and wore a classical wizard's robe and hat. Belted to his side was a katana. Strapped to hgis back was a spear. And in his hand was a bolt of magic. "My name is Taggerung, and I'm here to play" he said calmly, and then pulled the lever with his free hand. Twelve times. This temporarily overwhelmed the Arena and set the area into a space-like dreamscape. Although dangerous pits and obstacles were everywhere, few were visible. The lever then dissolved, probably due to the Arena protecting itself. It would probably return, but not for a short while. Taggerung then threw his bolt of magic into the air, summoning several Deinonychuses, as well a microraptor, which landed on his shoulder. The deinonychuses had lasers attached to their arms and heads, and seemed awfully intelligent. ((I've decided that we should bold it when we change the Arena, so that no-one misses it. Oh, and I am going to name my characters after parts of my account name. And this place needed more dinosaurs.))

((What the-? Firstly, Cherub just totally ignored a creature of pure pain ramming her, so I'd guess that she is at least near death. Secondly, didn't Hex die? If not my new character will be designed to fix that. Hex annoys me (no offense).))

((I'll probably make a new character tomorrow. Right now I have to finish off my Halloween costume, etc.))

I like Guthix for the druid. Seren's archers defeat all flying units easily, and they have decent high level melee units. And menaphite for early game. Two seren archers= 600 mana 1 Saradomin level 5 (the nam escapes me)= 800mana Two seren archers will win. I used this to win lots of games back when Saradomin's final unit was considered indestructable.

Good man! Its all tactics. But I would recommend that you practice new books in unrated games.

((*Slaps* Timothy left that armour, and its actually a robe thats plated, although you can change its appearance if you wish. Its nearly impossible to destroy it with heat or light, but extreme cold can break the plates apart, or ridiculous levels of heat.))

Except me, said Rocco, kicking the door in. "If the game had specific rules, you wouldn't be able to break them." Timothy replied, and reinforced his point with a throwing knife. ((Even though Timothy is dead in the Arena, I'm still using him everywhere else.))

Timothy crosses out Dungeonal's words with his knife, and carves "Adminship, with all of the authority but none of the responsibility."

A large pile of purple crystals lay on the ground near Ares and Kemios. As Ares' lave engulfed it, it did not melt, but did shrink back to its original size. Only then were the blades that had been launched a Timothy visible, and they had not penetrated the armor. Tiumothy, however, was not there. Then there was a small crack, and he appeared twenty feet above the ground, then fell. As he struggled to his feet, he spoke. "Ares, I do not blame you, so much as I hold you responsible." He murmured "the mind battle has severely weakened my judgement, as that" he jerked his head up "would show." He straggered forward a few steps, ignoring the battle raging around him. "I used my own life force to power that last attack, and in moments I will be dead. But I would like to do two things first." He gestured to his crumpled armor on the ground. "You may use my armor if you somehow survive long enough to once again hold the proportions required for wearing it. And secondly...." Timothy reached into his shirt. "I also won't die without at least trying to kill you one more time. I hate losing." He then pulled out an amulet which was engraved with runes. He then held it up and his body dissolved, leaving a pile of abandoned clothing and bones on the ground. The amulet hovered in the air, then morphed into a small creature. Timothy's voice rang out from nowhere. "I will now throw my entire soul into the cause of killing as many of you as possible. To touch this creature, which is the embodyment of all things unpleasant, painful, and deadly means instant death." The creature then proceeded to charge all of Hex's Demons, then make a pass at Hex, the Rocco, Grim, Mather, and Kemios. It then tried to ram Ares, finally dissolving after this last attempt. "Goodbye, and goodriddance...." Timothy's voice faded.

Timothy finished his chant, but before it's effects could begin, he felt something heavy hit his robes. Then he heard his collarbone break. Ow. Then he stood up. Although his left harm was hanging limp, and he was clutching his side with his right, the purple glow that surrounded him had only intensified. "Now, I'm not one who believes in shouting out the name of an attack before using it, but i think I'll indulge myself here" he said, so softly that the words were barely audible. He then coughed up a small amount of blood. "Radiant Rhapsody... Violet Violence... End of the End... Arcane Implosion!" The purple light surrounding him intensified until Timothy wasn't even visible in the glow. Then it began moving. Slowly at first, but accelerating. It went straight up, faster and faster, until it was merely a blur. Then it began turning, back towards the arena. As it flew, the light faded, and Timothy was once again visible in its center. The plates on his robes had grown and morphed into a massive nest of Purple blades. He flew towards the battle field, and past by Hex and Grim, and made halfhearted attempts at ramming them as he passed. But whther or not he made contact did not matter. He had one target, and that was the one who had brought him to this state. The one who had nearly killed him. Ares. First, shards of the armor around him flew at Ares, the few that did enlarged and multiplied as they flew, turning into around fifty man-sized, lightning fast blades. Then he flew directly at Ares, a armor clad hand reaching forward to end the life of the one whom had caused his pain.

Gah, I normally like to keep my outlook on life positive, but the past two days kind of sucked. Yesterday I discovered I had a hernia. Today my $200 doller, supposedly bendy and indestructable glasses snapped in half. .... Halloween better be freaking awesome or I'm going to punch any and all deities that exist in their faces.

Assasinate King Ferdinand of the Holy Roman Empire during the Thirty years War so that he can't have Albrecht von Wallenstein assasinated. I liked Wallenstein....

Timothy saw the demon coming, and realized he had one chance. But only one, to save himself and finish the chant. He continued chanting, but dropped to the ground, enshrouding himself in his armoured cloak until he was no longer visible. He hoped the plates, which he had never seen take damage, ever, would hold. ((Hex, my cloak has two weaknesses. One involves you simply outpowering me, and the other outsmarting. Lets see which way you go....))

[hide=Ranting at Hex]((Firstly, I imagined this Arena as being large enough that the bomb would not effect the entire thing. Secondly, if I survived the explosion from relatively close range (albeit with awesome robes), and Ares' distortion siphoning off a good chunk of the blast, then I doubt it would be an all-round one hit ko. Alos, my "magic satchel" was simply something I had prepared during the period that I ahd spent away from the Arena. If you hate me so much, come and try to finish me off. I currently can barely stand, have broken ribs, and have major mental issues due to my mental struggle with Ares. I think most of the characters here could finish me. Especially since my fighting style relies almost entirely on setting traps and blowing things up. Although if it irritates you so much, I'll avoid massive explosions with future characters. I'm not saying i won't blow things up, but I'll make the counters more obvious and the blasts smaller. I am not, however taking this particular explosion back. If need be fly away/run quickly/ get underground/ conjure a heat resistant shield. There, I did the thinking for you. After all, the explosion lasts what, a second or two? Not long, you just have to react and avoid incineration/pain in your general bodily area.))[/hide] ((You ninja'd me, Ross!)) Timothy groaned when he saw Ares standing. He just wasn't up to this. However, he continued his chant. It was the only thing left that mattered. If it was completed he had a chance. If not, all was lost. Timothy's purple aura grew in intensity, so that it was almost painful to look upon.

((Also, read my posts. I never had a nuclear bomb. I had twelve- then eleven when one was destroyed- magically enhanced napalm bombs. Their combined force was the equvalent of a hirshima. I referred to it as nuking the area for expediency as it far easier than "I just exploded eleven bombs which combined are the equivalent of a Hiroshima in the area." That would have also resulted in you ignoring my post, aka what happened last time I set off bombs. And my bombs could have been stopped, but no-one bothered. Also, I blasted myself as well, and am nearly dead. Don't you dare accuse me of godmoding when I am more than ready to die.))

((Firstly, I'd like to mention that although my projectile were aimed at you, they are more dangerous for everyone else. Nuke are bad for people who aren't in distortion fields.)) Timothy landed, hard. He heard several ribs crack, and realized that he probably was not going to survive. "Well, curd." he mused "I guess I ought to go out with a bang, then." Timothy the struggled to his feet, and began chanting. The scales on his robe glowed brightly, and a purple aura surrounded him.

((First of all, I just nuked the general area so hard it almost killed me. Secondly, Ross has pretty much gone insane from me invading his mind and everything that comes near him ceases to exist. I'd fix your post.))

Maybe another day, Timothy replied with a grin. Right now I'm in the process of nearly dieing. And I eman a fight game like the Arena, but more limited. No-one uses a plain crossbow when they have magic and laser guns.

One of Timothy's creatures was destroyed by Grim's light beam, and a alrge explosion shook the Arena. However, the other eleven reached positions around Ares and set of their bombs simultaneously. This caused a massive explosion, comparable to the bomb dropped on Hiroshima (well, almost). Timothy, meanwhile, had shrouded himself in his armoured cloak, which reflected the light beams, and withstood the fire. However, he was still to weak to do any serious magic. So he drew his small pistol and shot a few rounds in Grim's general direction. Then the force of his bomb's explosions blew him away like a leaf in a hurricane. ((I consider the summoning to be easy magic, as the creatures already existed, I just opened a gateway for them.))

Timothy pulled out a revolver, and shot at Hex. He then said, "Medieval fighting games!"