Never Ending Dungeon V7: The little robot that could renounce his ways. - General

[B]Zero: "Jesus what happened..." GaugePort: "I destroyed everyone except the main players" Zero: "Why would you do such a thing? The thread was dead..." GaugePort: "Hey we get bored too! Also I thought over my time as a enemy, I think I want to be a good guy for once." Zero: "Dude you were a enemy for like two updates..." GaugePort: "So? I can't renounce my ways?" Zero: "Fine, when V7 come along I'll make you the title or a god. Something like that." GaugePort: "Thanks!" [/B] [B] Welcome back everyone![/B] I've took the broken V6 and upgraded it into V7.. Have fun! For new players: Do an entry command: you get a free 5 or better for it, so try to do something useful and/or entertaining and/or full of fodder for the result post. It should be how you enter. I recommend saying you enter with a gun, since it's a free guaranteed success. Each turn, which starts after the last turn's result post, you may post a new command. There is no required format, just put something. You may have a team, of up to four extra units. Groups of generic units can be treated as a single unit. Their health will be permanently reduced if a fraction equal to or greater than the amount of total health devided by the number of units is lost. (Aka, each unit has individual health which can be depleted enough to kill them) The Random Number Generator/d10 (heresoforth Sheogorath, deadric prince of madness/chaos, GaugePort) is god. If you are lucky, you can be borderline omnipotent, if not, you'll probably be quickly turned into a bloody smear across the earth. Ponies and bad memes are not appreciated, but will not result in automatic 1s. God modding and dickbaggery are not appreciated, and may result in automatic 1s. Extra effects on rolls are allowed, but, please, only one per character. You start with 2000 health and no allies, no questions asked. If you die, you cannot directly interact with the battle, but you can try and revive yourself. Oh, and the arena is indefinite in shape/ AKA you want to hide in a bunker? Now there's a bunker. You can attempt anything not covered in the above. The dice control how well it works. For GMs (please read even if not new because of changes): 1.)Ask me or someone I consider a trusted GM before you become a GM. Include a sample from the current lineup of commands. 2.)Effects of rolls go on a case by case basis (A.K.A, GMs are dangerous gods when given dice) 3.) A 1-5 is a failed roll. Bad things happen (Eg: attack will be parried, and you may get stabbed, or attempted healing will actually just make things worse, or attempting to gain omnipotence will result in spontaneous failure to exist (which can be remedied.)) There is no fixed scale for how bad bad things are, so just figure out what sounds appropriate (5: you trip on a banana peel as you attack, causing you to take damage, 1: You slip on a banana peel as you attack, causing you to land face first on a land mine, causing much humor and many of your body parts to spread across the battlefield.) Scale: [5: Minor Failure -> 4: Failure -> 3: Greater Failure -> 2: Major Failure -> 1: EPIC FAILURE] 3.a.) A 1 is the only grounds for instant death at full health and no debuffs. 4.) A 6-10 is a success. Think the opposite of failure. There you go, same basic rules apply. Scale: Invert failure scale. 4.a.) Only soft targets (4000 health or less) can be insta killed, even with a 10. 4.b.) Somebody roll a 10? Have some fun with the effects. Read the V.5 thread for some ideas on what I mean by this. 5.) Please, only use d10s for results 6.) People can do whatever they want, with no explanation, so long as the odds are favorable. I cannot clarify this enough. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Allied Commands: ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Team Zero: Zero: "After the death of the great V6 there shall be V7!" [B]Roll: 10. EPIC SUCCESS![/B] You Sample Teammate: Made of buffalo wings and mozzarella sticks, you enter the battlefield just to show how a teams set of commands should look. [B]Roll: 1. EPIC FAILURE[/B] As you are not essential, and entirely intended to show proper formatting, you are immediately erased from existence to only show said format. Sample Teammate: Erased before formal existence! Zero: 2000/2000 health, re-bodied! Sample Teammate: 0/0 Health, DNE! ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Enemy Commands: ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- There are no enemies... yet, but the format is the same, including that they now come in teams for easier management ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Random Events: ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [I]The dark hole that formed from the explosion of forming a new tned version starts to leak out the ashes of the teammates and past enemies. The ash starts to form into shadows of them.[/I] [B]Evil Tippy:[/B] 20000/20000 Stupid. Spews random facts out of his mouth. Likes TNT. [B]Evil Barry:[/B] 3000/5000 Health is lowered due to the fact he was dead at the end of V6 and to reincarnate him into a evil version he wouldn't be fully healed. [B]Scotty's Evil Tank:[/B] 5000/5000 ARMOR+100 [B]SheogorathBOT:[/B] 100000/1000000 (Instant kill above 7. Instant -2000 HP from BOT's HP if below 7. Every Update loses 200) ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Yes, now you put the health of whoever was affected by the command (or block of commands, assuming you have a team) directly below it, with status effects. Hopefully this will ease the effort of updating regularly. [B]Also, effects list:[/B] None yet. [B]Trusted GMs:[/B] ZeroInsanity Magmacow358 mrx5001 Folc TheDevl Now, go play!

Thanks for the message! [B]Command[/B]: I appear in the battlefield with my trusty pistol by my side ready to bust some heads

[B]Zero:[/B] Create a pocket universe device.

[B]Mrx5001[/B]: I enter the battlefield riding on a bolt of lightning. Zeus which I have befriended while away from the battlefield has lent me his lightning bolt and Thor who I have also befriended has lent me mjolnir. Also I'm glad this thread has been revived

If we get one more post I'll do the update. [B]Edit: Update will be tomorrow when I have time.[/B]

[B]Mazer:[/B] I arrive by taxi, driven by a Moroccan gentleman named Amir. As my first move, I attempt to negotiate my fare with Amir which is made slightly difficult by my completely empty wallet, and Amir doesn't seem interested in the old 'hairy checkbook'.

[B]iRex:[/B] I wake up jumping off of a building, but I land perfctly fine because the ground rubberbands like in the matrix.

[B]Folc[/b]: Entering the field via a portal from a hell like dimension from which my disembodied soul controls various thralls, I step out in the body of a geriatric gentleman in cowboy clothes. I observe the argument between Mazer and Amir, hand on a holstered revolver so as to kill Amir should he and Mazer not come to an agreement by the time my command comes around.

[b]Time to update[/b] -------------------------- [b]Allied commands[/b] [b]Fuzzwaddle:[/b] "I appear in the battlefield with my trusty pistol by my side ready to bust some heads " [b]8 GREATER SUCCESS[/b] You come into the battlefield ready to "bust some heads" with your trusty pistol, but the aftermath of the creation of V7 alters your pistols metal using dark magic to do extra damage. [b]Fuzzwaddle:[/b] 2000/2000 Trusty Pistol has a +200 DMG buff. ----------------------------------------------------------------- [b]Zero:[/b] "Create a pocket universe device." [b]10 EPIC SUCCESS. Also I got this roll, no joke ._.[/b] You crafted a pocket universe! Radiation emits from the universe you've created, you start to glow a faint green. You then start to have a seizure Suddenly a alien rips from your chest like the Predator Versus Alien scene, but you live through the process. [b]Zero:[/b] 1800/2000 DMG taken from alien birth. [b]Snuggles The Alien:[/b] 3500/3500 -------------------------------------------------------- [b]Mrx5001:[/b] "I enter the battlefield riding on a bolt of lightning. Zeus which I have befriended while away from the battlefield has lent me his lightning bolt and Thor who I have also befriended has lent me mjolnir." [b]5 Minor Failure[/b] You ride in stumbling off the bolt of lighting bolt, shocking you, then you end of falling a couple thousand feet. But you end up holding onto Thor's mjolnir. [b]Mrx5001:[/b] 1900/2000 DMG taken from fall. -------------------------------------------------- [b]Mazer:[/b] "I arrive by taxi, driven by a Moroccan gentleman named Amir. As my first move, I attempt to negotiate my fare with Amir which is made slightly difficult by my completely empty wallet, and Amir doesn't seem interested in the old 'hairy checkbook'." [b]5 Minor Failure![/b] You negotiate how Amir will be payed, but he's not having any of it. He slaps you on the head and walks away. [b]Mazer:[/b] 1999/2000 DMG Taken from slap on the head. ------------------------------------------------------------- [b]iRex:[/b] "I wake up jumping off of a building, but I land perfectly fine because the ground rubberbands like in the matrix."[/b] [b]7 SUCCESS![/b] As you hit the ground, it wobbles. "Huh, pfft Hollywood effects." [b]iRex:[/b] 2000/2000 Can now do a full Matrix. ----------------------------------------------------- [b]Folc:[/b] "Entering the field via a portal from a hell like dimension from which my disembodied soul controls various thralls, I step out in the body of a geriatric gentleman in cowboy clothes. I observe the argument between Mazer and Amir, hand on a holstered revolver so as to kill Amir should he and Mazer not come to an agreement by the time my command comes around." [b]5 Minor Failure![/b] After being rebodied in a nice set of cowboy clothes you gaze at the two having a argument. After seeing Amir wack Mazer over the head, you grab your revolver but it slips out of your hand and back fires into your leg! [b]Folc:[/b] 1998/2000 DMG from revolver backfire. Looks like a cowboy. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Post some new commands now :D

[b]PrivateNomad"[/b] Enter the game whilst riding a unicorn and holding a flamethrower that shoots pink fire.

[B]Zero:[/B] Slip to my pocket universe to build a nice castle on the horizon to launch a secret robotics building facility. [B]Snuggles The Alien:[/B] "I'm more intelligent than you think my kind sir. I'm a gentleman alien from the planet B51GENT. I'm seeking to build my master a robotic launching facility to bring his robots into the battlefield."

Nice to see another game up! [B]Sunny Dei[/B]: Arrive to the battlefield via drop pod, then grab my battle-axe ready for war.

Welcome back SunnyDei! Welcome back PrivateNomad!

[B]Trekintosh:[/B] I land my jetpack on the outskirts of the battlefield, ready to mow down some baddies with my M249.

[B]Mrx5001:[/B]Using mjolnir I run up to scotty's evil tank, jump, and smash the tanks gun.

[B]Mazer:[/B] Face stinging and eyes watering from Amir's slap to my face, I take note of the battle beginning and look frantically around for a weapon. The only promising location I can find to search is a broom closet set into the side of the arena, presumably for cleanup between thread versions, so I begin rummaging through the cleaning supplies for something I can use to defend myself from all these Tanks and Elder Gods.

Folc: pissed off over the bullet lodged in my leg, I jam the pointy toed boot on my good leg into Amir's crotch.

[b]M112:[/b] I reach the ground at terminal velocity and land with an awesome pose without taking damage, whilst wearing my Flaming Gloves of Death.

[B]Jebediah:[/B] Run into the battlefield with a caravan shotgun, loaded and ready to kill.

[B]Magmacow:[/B] Stumble drunkenly out of my room, it was a pretty wicked party last night. I have a feeling that I'll be doing a lot of typing in the comings weeks.

[B]FuzzWaddle:[/B] I aim my pistol at Evil Tippy and fire while saying a cheesy one liner

[B]Blackout:[/B] I fell out of my car as a hit a tree watching the shenanigans happening to Amir and his customer Mazer.

I'll update today or Thursday.

Since I can do a full matrix, I fly through the air at mach three in search of the local gun store. Upon arriving in such an absurd fasion, The owner says I can take whatever I want. So I take two m9's and a sig552. I also grab a bag full of appropriate ammo and fly off!

Suprise ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ [B]PrivateNomad:[/B] Enter the game whilst riding a unicorn and holding a flamethrower that shoots pink fire. [B]Roll: 4. Minor Failure.[/B] Feeling extra flamboyant today, you decide to enter the new battle on the back of your unicorn fluffles whilst wielding a pink flamethrower that also shoots pink fire. Also the unicorn is pink. Because pink. On your way there, however, you end up in the shady side of town and find yourself facing down a gang of thugs with the words "FUN POLICE" written on the backs of their generic thug hoodies. "You'z thinks youz can ride arounds on that there prissle pink thing, lookin' all happy? Well rainbow farter, I gots news for youz. The FUN POLICE don't accept none of this rainbow shit on our turf. I should let you'z knows that the punishment for having fun when the FUN POLICE are 'round is..." The leader of the gang pulls out a blood-stained baseball bat and gives you a menacing look, "A $50 TICKET! Hah! Let's see youz prance 'round now, flowerboy!" (You lose $50) [B]PrivateNomad: 2000/2000 (Doesn't have 50$)[/B] ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ [B]Zero:[/B] Slip to my pocket universe to build a nice castle on the horizon to launch a secret robotics building facility. [B]Roll: 1. CRITICAL FAILURE![/B] You take off your trousers and somehow manage to put yourself in your own pocket, which happens to be a portal to a pocket universe (Both literally and figuratively). You pick out a lovely green hill and call up an architect. You give him a brief and unspecific rundown on your plan, and he arrives shortly after in his truck (Don't ask how he fit the thing into your pocket). You and him sit down on the grass and you begin to discuss the castle plans with him. It goes smoothly until he asks you want you want to use the castle for. "Well, I figured that medieval castle would be a perfect place for a secret robot factory, for building nanomachines and mechas and whatnot." The architect then spits out his tea and stares at you with a look of pure horror. As it turns out, the man is also an interior designer who specializes in themes. "ARE YOU INSANE? YOU CAN'T COMBINE HIGH-TECH AND MIDDLE AGES! Gah! The look will be all off, the colors won't match, it'll be hideous!". In response to this, you say, "I don't care, I just want to put a robo factory in a castle. I think I have money, I'll give you some." Then, after coming to the conclusion that some sort of line has been crossed, the interior designer/architect proceeds to throw the rest of his tea in your eyes and beat you to death with the empty mug. (YOU ARE DEAD!) Snuggles The Alien: "I'm more intelligent than you think my kind sir. I'm a gentleman alien from the planet B51GENT. I'm seeking to build my master a robotic launching facility to bring his robots into the battlefield." [B]Roll: 9. Success![/B] After a quick corpse-looting, Snuggles acquires the money of his tasteless and now dead companion. Snuggles has a PhD in interior design, and him and the architect make fast friends, quickly building a massive, sprawling work of art that doubles as a robot construction and shipment facility. It's a shame that there's nobody to use it. (Built Robotics Facility, moved to neutral team) [B]Zero: DEAD![/B] [B]Snuggles The Alien: 3500/3500 (Robotics Facility: +1 on rolls involving the creation or deployment of robots)[/B] ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ [B]Sunny Dei:[/B] Arrive to the battlefield via drop pod, then grab my battle-axe ready for war. [B]Roll: 5. Neutral.[/B] [I]Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Bee-SMASH![/I] Stupid alarm clock. You where having the best dream, too. What day is it today? Thursday? You could never quite get the hang of Thursdays. The alarmclock by your bedside is dented inwards and cracked, but the illuminated screen still tells the time. "OH FUCK! IT'S 9 O'CLOCK? Must have set the alarm wrong! Shit!" You curse, throwing yourself off the side of the bed and desperately scavenging for any clothes you can find. You end up wearing a neon green button-up an some sweatpants. You grab your things, stuff yourself into the nearest drop pod and rocket downwards towards the battlefield. The pod slams into the ground, and from the 5 square foot smoking crater you emerge, ready for- "Oh for fuck... WHERE'S MY AXE!? *Sigh* Goddamn Thursdays." [B]Sunny Dei: 2000/2000[/B] ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ [B]Trekintosh:[/B] I land my jetpack on the outskirts of the battlefield, ready to mow down some baddies with my M249. [B]Roll: 4. Minor Failure.[/B] Your jury-rigged, rusty jetpack sputters to life, choking out smoke and making an alarming amount of clanging noises. Christmas could not come any sooner, you REALLY need a new jetpack. One short flight later (Which included more mid-air engine restarts than you'd have liked) and you find yourself on the outskirts of the war. Just as you begin to land, your hand slips and you accidentally set the power setting on your jetpack to maximum. As if waiting for the opportunity, the pack flips you forward and grinds you head-first into the dirt. (100 damage to you) [B]Trekintosh: 1900/2000 (Shitty Jetpack)[/B] ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ [B]Mrx5001:[/B] Using mjolnir I run up to scotty's evil tank, jump, and smash the tanks gun. [B]Roll: 8. Success.[/B] With a relatively impressive viking warcry, you sprint forward, brandishing the legendary brick-on-a-stick, Mjolnir. Scotty's tank of questionably morals starts to point it's cannon at you, and in response you fold the barrel down into the earth with a single swing, once again proving that solid steel going really fast beats a tube of steel not moving at all. (750 damage to Tank, Damaged gun: Reduces attack rolls by 1.) [B]Mrx5001: 1900/2000[/B] ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ [B]Mazer:[/B] Face stinging and eyes watering from Amir's slap to my face, I take note of the battle beginning and look frantically around for a weapon. The only promising location I can find to search is a broom closet set into the side of the arena, presumably for cleanup between thread versions, so I begin rummaging through the cleaning supplies for something I can use to defend myself from all these Tanks and Elder Gods. [B]Roll: 6. Minor Success. If fighting is sure to result in victory, then you must fight. In order to fight, you need a weapon. A quick look around tells you that you aren't going to find much of value. You settle on the broom closet, and start digging around inside. To your surprise, you find a Broom! Time to kick some eldritch ass! (Added Broom: +999999999999% Crit damage, +1 to cleaning rolls.)[/B] [B]Mazer:[/B] 1999/2000 (Broom: +999999999999% Crit DMG, +1 to cleaning rolls) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ [B]Folc:[/B] pissed off over the bullet lodged in my leg, I jam the pointy toed boot on my good leg into Amir's crotch. [B]Roll: 5. Neutral. [/B] You awkwardly hobble over to Amir, but he ends up getting distracted by something else and walks off and a speed you can't hope to match with your leg pains. Oh well. [B]Folc:[/B] 1998/2000 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ [B]Jebediah:[/B] Run into the battlefield with a caravan shotgun, loaded and ready to kill. [B]Roll: 10. CRITICAL![/B] Like any normal courier would do, upon hearing about a vicious and bloody battle, you grab a rusty double barrel shotgun, grab a box of shells and recklessly charge forth into the bloodbath. You run and run until you catch sight of a half-rotten fellow fighting many other fellows. You slide two shells into your gun and fire, only to have the fellow (Barry) erupt into nuclear flames and hundreds of tiny giblets. Said explosion also flips a nearby tank over onto it's roof and sets some other idiot on fire. It seems as if you accidentally brought your nuclear shotgun shells you where saving for a rainy day. Oh what the hell, might as well use em now. Since you still got another shell in the tube, you decide to aimlessly fire it into the air for it to crash down on some poor sod later on. An act which happened to make you look like a badass, coupled with your initial attack. (Barry is dead, Tippy is on fire and Tank has taken 2000 damage and is now Upside-down) [B]Jebediah: 2,000/2,000 (Nuclear Shells: 10/12, Increases shotgun damage by 300%, Ignites targets.)[/B] ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ [B]Magmacow:[/B] Stumble drunkenly out of my room, it was a pretty wicked party last night. [B]Roll: 5. Neutral.[/B] You stagger out of your room whilst your head throbs a bit. Anyone who might have been looking at you would have certainly known you had a hangover, but nobody was looking because everyone seemed preocupied with fighting shit. You decide you'll join in, but first you go back inside to have some coffee and a few Tylenol. [B]Magmacow: 2000/2000[/B] ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ [B]FuzzWaddle:[/B] I aim my pistol at Evil Tippy and fire while saying a cheesy one liner [B]Roll: 9. Success![/B] You take advantage of the fact that Tippy is currently failing around, slowly burning to death and line up a pistol shot. Just before you pull the trigger, you yell out, "One bullet, coming in hot!" Trippy turns his head to tell you how cringe-worthy that was just before your bullet hits him right in the eye, sending blood and chunks of eyeball all over the place. "Guess you didn't see that one coming." (1500 damage to Trippy) [B]Fuzzwaddle: 2000/2000 (Trusty Pistol: +50% DMG)[/B] ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ [B]Blackout:[/B] I fell out of my car as a hit a tree watching the shenanigans happening to Amir and his customer Mazer. [B]Roll: 5. Neutral.[/B] While taking a peaceful morning drive, you look out your car window to see an old man charging an elder god with a broom. This sight is so shocking to you that you open your car door and allow yourself to tumble out. Immediately afterwards, your car smashes into a tree and explodes for no reason whatsoever. [B]Blackout: 2000/2000[/B] ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ [B]Irex:[/B] I fly through the air at mach three in search of the local gun store. Upon arriving in such an absurd fasion, The owner says I can take whatever I want. So I take two m9's and a sig552. I also grab a bag full of appropriate ammo and fly off! [B]Roll: 1. CRITICAL FAILURE![/B] Through unusual and unethical means (Cheating), you accelerate to 1 020.87 m / s towards your friendly neighborhood gunshop. While flying through the air and unnatural speeds. you find that friction is a bitch and you promptly catch on fire mid-air. No biggie, you'll just ask for the fire extinguisher when you get there. You aim yourself for the window, your plan being to dive through and do a powerslide, but you miss horribly and instead crash through the re-enforced concrete wall of a used needle, spinning sawblade, lava and electrified toxic waste factory. Needless to say, you died horrifically. (YOU ARE DEAD!) [B]Irex: DEAD![/B] ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ No enemy commands because I'm tired [B]Enemies:[/B] [B]Evil Tippy: 18500/20000 Stupid. Spews random facts out of his mouth. Likes TNT. (On fire: -500 hp for 0/6 turns)[/B] [B]Scotty's Evil Tank:2250/5000 ARMOR: 0/100 (Uprside-down: Unable to roll) (Broken Gun: -1 on combat rolls) [/B] [B]SheogorathBOT: 100000/1000000 (Instant kill above 7. Instant -2000 HP from BOT's HP if below 7. Every Update loses 200)[/B] [B]Neutral:[/B] [B]Snuggles The Alien: 3500/3500 (Robotics Facility: +1 on rolls involving the creation or deployment of robots)[/B] ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Merry holidaymas

You skipped me :(

[QUOTE=mikester112;43249464]You skipped me :([/QUOTE] Shit ---------------------------------------------- [B]M112:[/B] I reach the ground at terminal velocity and land with an awesome pose without taking damage, whilst wearing my Flaming Gloves of Death. [B]Roll: 4. Minor Failure.[/B] You plummet from the sky, going as fast as physics will allow you. Your gloves burn brightly in your hand and leave an orange streak across the sky. You slam into the ground, complete with a wicked sick pose. Then your feet slip, you do the splits and fracture your leg. Ouch. (100 damage to you) [B]M112: 1900/2000[/B] ----------------------------------------------

Thanks Magma for the update. I won't be able to do shit because I have to do stuff with family for christmas break. So my last post for a while. [B]Zero:[/B] Fuck, well I'll hide in this world of death till after christmas. [B]Snuggles The Alien:[/B] Huh, well guess I'll build some robots and shit. Then go hide till after christmas.

[B]Sunny Dei: [/B]Fuckin Thursdays! Well now I'll have to ready myself for combat with a different set of equipment. First off, I go searching for a new weapon to use.

[B]Jebediah:[/B] Fire off a few shells at the tank.