Post by CJ Phoenix on May 2, 2016 0:08:16 GMT -5
(Yes. I know. It's late. I didn't have access to my laptop to finish it until six hours after the deadline. Furthermore, I know it probably won't count anyway, but I'm still posting it because it's a necessity to keep the subquest consistently going over the next four shows. Also, I sincerely apologize to everyone else in my match for committing so many delay of game penalties and weighing down the match. I especially want to apologize to my teammates. This one's on me. I should've expected some unfortunate circumstance to happen. Today's been a shitty day for me, and I didn't want it to affect anyone in any way. So without further ado, I present to you the lost RP files from just under 20 hours ago. It's not as great as it could've been had I been able to finish it in time, but what didn't make it can be salvaged for future use. Enjoy)
RP Subquest 2/6-"The Journey"
After diving into the ominous white light, Chase falls flat onto a pile of snow. He takes a moment to get to a vertical base. Then, he looks around him at what appears to be a snowy and mountainous area. As he stands in two feet of snowflakes while more continue to fall, he sees a sign written in blood that reads "climb the black mountain half a mile from here" on it.
Chase: Why do I feel like that's a bit racist?
He shrugs his shoulders and walks past the sign. A few minutes later, he arrives at the mountain. He looks straight up and sees a little light at the mountaintop. By now, the grounded snow has risen to two and a half feet. After taking a deep breath, he begins his journey up the mountain. A focused look of calmness can be seen on his face as he makes his ascent. Just as he's closing in on the top of the mountain, the snow transforms into ice, causing him to lose his footing and slide all the way back to the ground. He stands up with a look at confusion as he brushed off the snow.
Chase: The hell just happened? Oh well. Second attempt.
Once more, Chase ascends the mountain, only to meet with the same result despite being more cautious as he approached the peak. This annoys him slightly. Over the next two hours, he would try everything he could think of. The first 75-80% of the climb was easy, but the sudden changes from snow to ice and vice-versa made it seemingly impossible. After a while, he began feeling upset and discouraged. However, just when he was about to slip into a state of depression, he tossed those thoughts away and stared down the now obstacle once more. It was at this moment that he understood what this was about. This was another test to see how he would overcome the discouragement of fighting so hard only to not succeed. Surprisingly, an almost involuntary smile lit up on his face. Chase no longer put all of his concentration and focus on reaching the peak. Instead, he focused more on the climb itself. Slowly, but surely, he inched his way upward. Before he new it, he had made it to the mountaintop where the light was. A wave of relief washed over him. What followed was a sense of accomplishment after finally succeeding where he had failed so many times before. As for the light at the mountain's peak, it was about the size of a golf ball, and as soon as he touched it, the snow on the mountain turned red and morphed into a giant hawk. It let out a blood-curdling screech before diving at Chase. Though he tried to dodge the winged beast, it's talon sliced his arm as he dove off of the mountaintop. A long, violent series of rolls led to him painfully crashing into the now four feet of snow. He struggles to stand as he's profusely bleeding, but manages to succeed in doing so.
Chase: I will not...let...a God damn snow bird...ruin my journey!!!!!!
Suddenly, the light in Chase's hand expands and wraps around his bloodied arm, turning it into what looks like a missile launcher. He takes aim at the hawk and fires a missile at it. The snow beast opens up a hole in itself for the missile to pass through. However, once it goes through, it explodes, creating a black hole. As the hawk gets sucked in, it shape shifts one last time. Seconds before it's gone, the snow morphs into an image of Progenitus laughing. Chase's face shows a vengeful smirk.
Chase: It's strange. I'm starting to feel more like Progenitus. I wonder if that means the same's happening to him...
The black hole missile launcher detaches itself and reforms as an open door that Chase would limp through.
TO BE CONTINUED
"Undefeated VS Undeterred"
April 26th
Baton Rouge, Louisiana
It's 1:30 in the morning at the L'auberge Casino and Hotel in Baton Rouge. The alcoholic beverages consumed throughout the night are beginning to take their toll on many of the players. Drunken morons are scattered across the area. Some are trying, and failing miserably, to flirt with the ladies while they bring drinks to the gamblers. Others are rage monsters, comically arguing with the slot machines. During this time, CJ Phoenix is playing The Great Inca slot machine. A woman brings him a White Russian. He tips her as she walks off. Moments later, a guy sits at a machine next to him.
Guy: Hey. You're CJ Phoenix!
Phoenix: Yes. Yes I am, and I'd appreciate it if you didn't yell.
Guy: Sorry. I'm a reporter and there's a drunk guy over there being loud and you know.
Phoenix: Of course you're a reporter. You guys are everywhere like new shitty music being dropped by a generic stereotype of a so called "rapper". As for shitfaced over there...you'll see.
Guy: Haha. Yeah. So...do you mind a quick interview?
Phoenix: If it involves me getting up and leaving the casino floor, then no. If not, then sure. Whatever.
Guy: Oh you don't have to get up. I was just going to ask a few questions.
Phoenix: Fire away.
Guy: Okay. At Aftermath, you were put in a trios clusterfuck match. Your team seemed to be clearly outmatched, but you still managed to put on a great match. How did it feel to come out of a match like that, considering the result?
Phoenix: I was pretty content with the outcome. When I was told who my opponents were, I knew I was walking into a 3-on-1 match. I didn't care. On one hand, I had a teammate who lost us the match and turned out to be a worthless pile of flesh that was almost half as useful as a wet square of toilet paper. Then my other partner was Andrew Marx. So yeah, 3-on-1, but that's fine. It was just another obstacle to overcome. You see...what's your name?
Guy: Aaron.
Phoenix: Whatever. The WCF is like...hold that thought.
CJ Phoenix gets up and walks toward the earlier mentioned loud, drunk guy. The drunk has apparently lost a lot of his money, and is now angrily trying to pick a fight with the machine. He has stood up and begun yelling. Phoenix walks up to him and, before the raging and intoxicated person could react, kicks him square in the dick, dropping him straight to the ground like a sack of potatoes. Phoenix then turns around and heads back over to The Great Inca and sits down.
Phoenix: The WCF is like a mountain. You have the base. That's where all the new guys and jobbers start. They get thrown into a bunch of clusterfuck matches until they either cry and go home or take the next step forward. Then, as you go up the mountain, you see contenders that turn into champions. Finally, at the peak of the mountain, there's the elite. The top tier competitors that fight for the title of Apex Predator. That's the system. It works. It's organized. However, it's not quite my style. While everyone else is scratching and clawing to build an image for themselves and get their names out there, I'm on the inside turning the mountain into an active volcano. When it erupts, the lava will wash away all of the brainwashing that the world has done to these poor, mindless creatures. That's not to say that I won't enjoy the hell I put people through to point them to heaven. In fact, I enjoy the journey just as much as I enjoy making it to the destination.
Aaron: So what you're saying is you're trying to change things for the better by making things worse? I don't get it.
Phoenix: I wasn't expecting you to. Don't worry. And before you ask me about the upcoming Trios Tournament, I have a plan for that as well. I have my teammates. I hate my teammates just like I hate everyone else. It just so happens that they understand this. That's why I'm on the team. Who are my partners for the tourney? Well, the first is Shadowlove. He's a symbol of personified arrogance with eye candy for a valet to boot. The other guy is Cormack MacNeill. I get it. He's a good guy on a team of what people like to call "bad guys". Truth is, the guy's a drunken war machine, and I like that. As far as who our opponents are, I'll leave that to...
He presses the "repeat bet" button. When he does, all five bars above the reels light up, followed by a voice from inside the machine yelling "Chance!".
April 27th
Baton Rouge, Louisiana
It's 2:45 PM as CJ Phoenix sits in his bedroom. He has his PS4 turned on as he begins playing Madden 16. He makes his way through the main menu on the way to the rosters. From there, he begins searching for players.
Phoenix: The time has come for the Trios Tournament. It's where people form groups of three and pretend to be fond of each other during the course of the tournament. Somehow, yours truly managed to get involved in this chaos because it's, well, chaos. Believe it or not, I'm actually looking forward to this. Over two dozen WCF Stars throwing enough shade to hide Saturn and its rings from the sun. The line between good and evil will be destroyed as it's every triple threat for themselves. So, out of allllllll the people to choose from, why Cormack and Shadowlove? Let's start with MacNeill. He's a big guy and a pretty destructive powerhouse when he wants to be. The dude reminds me of a young John Kuhn. He's no megastar outside of his own home, but he's productive and he's consistent. Also, he knows how to work the fans over in his favor. You never know when something like that will come in handy. As for my other partner, Shadowlove, he's Jameis Winston. He's a cocky bastard, but he's good despite being a little rough around the edges. Like Winston, he could mature and be the next Cam Newton. He has a lot of potential. See the pattern yet? Cormack, Shadowlove, and myself all have very high development traits. As for the three guys we're facing Sunday, they're a different story.
He hunts through the list of players until he finds DeMarco Murray.
Phoenix: Ahhhh yes. Benny Atreyu. Somehow, someway, you've managed to get mixed in with the wrong crowd. It's pretty sad actually. You were good. Hell, you still are a bit decent. Things were looking good for you. Momentum was on your side. You were starting to hit your stride. Unfortunately, you've hit an unholy roadblock, sir. You and I both know that you don't belong in this match. Just as Murray shouldn't've gone to Philly, you shouldn't've teamed with Occulo and Cleaver Duster. Is this really the best you could do? By picking those two as your partners, you instantly eliminated yourself from having a chance of becoming a Trios Champion. Benji, you're a sinking ship, buddy. Then again, that might be why you're on the team you're on. Yes. It all makes sense now! Three ships sinking ships that will go down like the Titanic. To be honest, I didn't even know you existed until you showed up on my radar. I had to do a little research just to see how semi-decent you were in your prime. Sadly, for you at least, you've walked in front of the scope, which means that my team's going to have to pick you apart. Oh, and one more thing, what the hell is with the "Mad God" thing? The hell are you so mad at bro? You mad because you shit your diaper? Did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed? Are you like an angry Zeus ready to throw lightning? Wait a minute. I know! You're mad because you're not gonna win the tournament! Clearly you're no God, but when it's all said and done, you'll definitely be mad bro.
He shuffles through the teams before stopping at the Baltimore Ravens.
Phoenix: Here we have the Beaver Duster, Mike Wallace. It should be fairly easy to see the resemblance between these two. On one hand, you have Mike Wallace. The guy's a straight line speedster that can take the top off of any defense. When he was in Pittsburgh, he was a serious threat. He posted high numbers and was a nightmare for opposing secondaries. Then, he left, and you know what happened? He lost his touch. He's had failed stints in both Miami and Minnesota, and now he's in Baltimore getting ready to play against the team that made him famous! Sound familiar? Of course it does! We have a Mike Wallace in the WCF, and his name is Dusty Beevahhh! Dooo doo do dooooo!! Hahaha. But for reals. DB's a part of BK and his career is OK for now unless he messes around and goes AWOL only to get 86'ed. The sea people made him relevant. Actually, isn't Desert Group in the tourney as well? Guess who's not on their team? That's right, eager Beaver! They have made it clear that you are NOT on their level. It's kinda funny that they picked Odell Beckham Jr. over you. Probably because he has more skill than you or whatever. Sooooo welcome to the Dolphins, Dustbowl, because like a dolphin in the Sahara, you're out of your element son. If by some oddball long shot you do manage to make it past us, I want you to face off against the Swim Team so you can see just how far on the outskirts you really are.
One last time he cycles through the rosters. His final stop is Ed Reed.
Phoenix: There you are. Occulo Reed. This one's special. Unlike the other two guys on your team, I'm actually looking forward to facing you. You did a sneak attack on me last time we mixed it up. How dirty and underhanded. It just further proves that you're no holier than I am. You're a rage-minded, evil scavenger that likes to hide in the shadows while calling it light. Since we'll be facing off once more, I get a second chance to pick at your brain even more. That's awesome! I can't wait to see the hateful look on your face when you see me. I'm so hyped about it that I almost forgot to explain why you're the WCF's Ed Reed. Well, it's pretty simple. You're a once-proud champion that was feared and respected by many. Then, Dune Lewis left and Joe Flasho became the face of the team. Meanwhile, you just hopped around and faded into irrelevancy. You're sitting with two guys who really couldn't give less of a damn about you, and you expect to go coast to coast with them!? Oh I can't wait to see this train wreck!
(That's about as far as I got with this one. Clearly could've done better. Again, my apologies. I shall do much better than this next time! Adios!)
RP Subquest 2/6-"The Journey"
After diving into the ominous white light, Chase falls flat onto a pile of snow. He takes a moment to get to a vertical base. Then, he looks around him at what appears to be a snowy and mountainous area. As he stands in two feet of snowflakes while more continue to fall, he sees a sign written in blood that reads "climb the black mountain half a mile from here" on it.
Chase: Why do I feel like that's a bit racist?
He shrugs his shoulders and walks past the sign. A few minutes later, he arrives at the mountain. He looks straight up and sees a little light at the mountaintop. By now, the grounded snow has risen to two and a half feet. After taking a deep breath, he begins his journey up the mountain. A focused look of calmness can be seen on his face as he makes his ascent. Just as he's closing in on the top of the mountain, the snow transforms into ice, causing him to lose his footing and slide all the way back to the ground. He stands up with a look at confusion as he brushed off the snow.
Chase: The hell just happened? Oh well. Second attempt.
Once more, Chase ascends the mountain, only to meet with the same result despite being more cautious as he approached the peak. This annoys him slightly. Over the next two hours, he would try everything he could think of. The first 75-80% of the climb was easy, but the sudden changes from snow to ice and vice-versa made it seemingly impossible. After a while, he began feeling upset and discouraged. However, just when he was about to slip into a state of depression, he tossed those thoughts away and stared down the now obstacle once more. It was at this moment that he understood what this was about. This was another test to see how he would overcome the discouragement of fighting so hard only to not succeed. Surprisingly, an almost involuntary smile lit up on his face. Chase no longer put all of his concentration and focus on reaching the peak. Instead, he focused more on the climb itself. Slowly, but surely, he inched his way upward. Before he new it, he had made it to the mountaintop where the light was. A wave of relief washed over him. What followed was a sense of accomplishment after finally succeeding where he had failed so many times before. As for the light at the mountain's peak, it was about the size of a golf ball, and as soon as he touched it, the snow on the mountain turned red and morphed into a giant hawk. It let out a blood-curdling screech before diving at Chase. Though he tried to dodge the winged beast, it's talon sliced his arm as he dove off of the mountaintop. A long, violent series of rolls led to him painfully crashing into the now four feet of snow. He struggles to stand as he's profusely bleeding, but manages to succeed in doing so.
Chase: I will not...let...a God damn snow bird...ruin my journey!!!!!!
Suddenly, the light in Chase's hand expands and wraps around his bloodied arm, turning it into what looks like a missile launcher. He takes aim at the hawk and fires a missile at it. The snow beast opens up a hole in itself for the missile to pass through. However, once it goes through, it explodes, creating a black hole. As the hawk gets sucked in, it shape shifts one last time. Seconds before it's gone, the snow morphs into an image of Progenitus laughing. Chase's face shows a vengeful smirk.
Chase: It's strange. I'm starting to feel more like Progenitus. I wonder if that means the same's happening to him...
The black hole missile launcher detaches itself and reforms as an open door that Chase would limp through.
TO BE CONTINUED
"Undefeated VS Undeterred"
April 26th
Baton Rouge, Louisiana
It's 1:30 in the morning at the L'auberge Casino and Hotel in Baton Rouge. The alcoholic beverages consumed throughout the night are beginning to take their toll on many of the players. Drunken morons are scattered across the area. Some are trying, and failing miserably, to flirt with the ladies while they bring drinks to the gamblers. Others are rage monsters, comically arguing with the slot machines. During this time, CJ Phoenix is playing The Great Inca slot machine. A woman brings him a White Russian. He tips her as she walks off. Moments later, a guy sits at a machine next to him.
Guy: Hey. You're CJ Phoenix!
Phoenix: Yes. Yes I am, and I'd appreciate it if you didn't yell.
Guy: Sorry. I'm a reporter and there's a drunk guy over there being loud and you know.
Phoenix: Of course you're a reporter. You guys are everywhere like new shitty music being dropped by a generic stereotype of a so called "rapper". As for shitfaced over there...you'll see.
Guy: Haha. Yeah. So...do you mind a quick interview?
Phoenix: If it involves me getting up and leaving the casino floor, then no. If not, then sure. Whatever.
Guy: Oh you don't have to get up. I was just going to ask a few questions.
Phoenix: Fire away.
Guy: Okay. At Aftermath, you were put in a trios clusterfuck match. Your team seemed to be clearly outmatched, but you still managed to put on a great match. How did it feel to come out of a match like that, considering the result?
Phoenix: I was pretty content with the outcome. When I was told who my opponents were, I knew I was walking into a 3-on-1 match. I didn't care. On one hand, I had a teammate who lost us the match and turned out to be a worthless pile of flesh that was almost half as useful as a wet square of toilet paper. Then my other partner was Andrew Marx. So yeah, 3-on-1, but that's fine. It was just another obstacle to overcome. You see...what's your name?
Guy: Aaron.
Phoenix: Whatever. The WCF is like...hold that thought.
CJ Phoenix gets up and walks toward the earlier mentioned loud, drunk guy. The drunk has apparently lost a lot of his money, and is now angrily trying to pick a fight with the machine. He has stood up and begun yelling. Phoenix walks up to him and, before the raging and intoxicated person could react, kicks him square in the dick, dropping him straight to the ground like a sack of potatoes. Phoenix then turns around and heads back over to The Great Inca and sits down.
Phoenix: The WCF is like a mountain. You have the base. That's where all the new guys and jobbers start. They get thrown into a bunch of clusterfuck matches until they either cry and go home or take the next step forward. Then, as you go up the mountain, you see contenders that turn into champions. Finally, at the peak of the mountain, there's the elite. The top tier competitors that fight for the title of Apex Predator. That's the system. It works. It's organized. However, it's not quite my style. While everyone else is scratching and clawing to build an image for themselves and get their names out there, I'm on the inside turning the mountain into an active volcano. When it erupts, the lava will wash away all of the brainwashing that the world has done to these poor, mindless creatures. That's not to say that I won't enjoy the hell I put people through to point them to heaven. In fact, I enjoy the journey just as much as I enjoy making it to the destination.
Aaron: So what you're saying is you're trying to change things for the better by making things worse? I don't get it.
Phoenix: I wasn't expecting you to. Don't worry. And before you ask me about the upcoming Trios Tournament, I have a plan for that as well. I have my teammates. I hate my teammates just like I hate everyone else. It just so happens that they understand this. That's why I'm on the team. Who are my partners for the tourney? Well, the first is Shadowlove. He's a symbol of personified arrogance with eye candy for a valet to boot. The other guy is Cormack MacNeill. I get it. He's a good guy on a team of what people like to call "bad guys". Truth is, the guy's a drunken war machine, and I like that. As far as who our opponents are, I'll leave that to...
He presses the "repeat bet" button. When he does, all five bars above the reels light up, followed by a voice from inside the machine yelling "Chance!".
April 27th
Baton Rouge, Louisiana
It's 2:45 PM as CJ Phoenix sits in his bedroom. He has his PS4 turned on as he begins playing Madden 16. He makes his way through the main menu on the way to the rosters. From there, he begins searching for players.
Phoenix: The time has come for the Trios Tournament. It's where people form groups of three and pretend to be fond of each other during the course of the tournament. Somehow, yours truly managed to get involved in this chaos because it's, well, chaos. Believe it or not, I'm actually looking forward to this. Over two dozen WCF Stars throwing enough shade to hide Saturn and its rings from the sun. The line between good and evil will be destroyed as it's every triple threat for themselves. So, out of allllllll the people to choose from, why Cormack and Shadowlove? Let's start with MacNeill. He's a big guy and a pretty destructive powerhouse when he wants to be. The dude reminds me of a young John Kuhn. He's no megastar outside of his own home, but he's productive and he's consistent. Also, he knows how to work the fans over in his favor. You never know when something like that will come in handy. As for my other partner, Shadowlove, he's Jameis Winston. He's a cocky bastard, but he's good despite being a little rough around the edges. Like Winston, he could mature and be the next Cam Newton. He has a lot of potential. See the pattern yet? Cormack, Shadowlove, and myself all have very high development traits. As for the three guys we're facing Sunday, they're a different story.
He hunts through the list of players until he finds DeMarco Murray.
Phoenix: Ahhhh yes. Benny Atreyu. Somehow, someway, you've managed to get mixed in with the wrong crowd. It's pretty sad actually. You were good. Hell, you still are a bit decent. Things were looking good for you. Momentum was on your side. You were starting to hit your stride. Unfortunately, you've hit an unholy roadblock, sir. You and I both know that you don't belong in this match. Just as Murray shouldn't've gone to Philly, you shouldn't've teamed with Occulo and Cleaver Duster. Is this really the best you could do? By picking those two as your partners, you instantly eliminated yourself from having a chance of becoming a Trios Champion. Benji, you're a sinking ship, buddy. Then again, that might be why you're on the team you're on. Yes. It all makes sense now! Three ships sinking ships that will go down like the Titanic. To be honest, I didn't even know you existed until you showed up on my radar. I had to do a little research just to see how semi-decent you were in your prime. Sadly, for you at least, you've walked in front of the scope, which means that my team's going to have to pick you apart. Oh, and one more thing, what the hell is with the "Mad God" thing? The hell are you so mad at bro? You mad because you shit your diaper? Did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed? Are you like an angry Zeus ready to throw lightning? Wait a minute. I know! You're mad because you're not gonna win the tournament! Clearly you're no God, but when it's all said and done, you'll definitely be mad bro.
He shuffles through the teams before stopping at the Baltimore Ravens.
Phoenix: Here we have the Beaver Duster, Mike Wallace. It should be fairly easy to see the resemblance between these two. On one hand, you have Mike Wallace. The guy's a straight line speedster that can take the top off of any defense. When he was in Pittsburgh, he was a serious threat. He posted high numbers and was a nightmare for opposing secondaries. Then, he left, and you know what happened? He lost his touch. He's had failed stints in both Miami and Minnesota, and now he's in Baltimore getting ready to play against the team that made him famous! Sound familiar? Of course it does! We have a Mike Wallace in the WCF, and his name is Dusty Beevahhh! Dooo doo do dooooo!! Hahaha. But for reals. DB's a part of BK and his career is OK for now unless he messes around and goes AWOL only to get 86'ed. The sea people made him relevant. Actually, isn't Desert Group in the tourney as well? Guess who's not on their team? That's right, eager Beaver! They have made it clear that you are NOT on their level. It's kinda funny that they picked Odell Beckham Jr. over you. Probably because he has more skill than you or whatever. Sooooo welcome to the Dolphins, Dustbowl, because like a dolphin in the Sahara, you're out of your element son. If by some oddball long shot you do manage to make it past us, I want you to face off against the Swim Team so you can see just how far on the outskirts you really are.
One last time he cycles through the rosters. His final stop is Ed Reed.
Phoenix: There you are. Occulo Reed. This one's special. Unlike the other two guys on your team, I'm actually looking forward to facing you. You did a sneak attack on me last time we mixed it up. How dirty and underhanded. It just further proves that you're no holier than I am. You're a rage-minded, evil scavenger that likes to hide in the shadows while calling it light. Since we'll be facing off once more, I get a second chance to pick at your brain even more. That's awesome! I can't wait to see the hateful look on your face when you see me. I'm so hyped about it that I almost forgot to explain why you're the WCF's Ed Reed. Well, it's pretty simple. You're a once-proud champion that was feared and respected by many. Then, Dune Lewis left and Joe Flasho became the face of the team. Meanwhile, you just hopped around and faded into irrelevancy. You're sitting with two guys who really couldn't give less of a damn about you, and you expect to go coast to coast with them!? Oh I can't wait to see this train wreck!
(That's about as far as I got with this one. Clearly could've done better. Again, my apologies. I shall do much better than this next time! Adios!)
