In extreme emergancies. However TBA has been through a busy spell and will be resuming this shortly. So this one won't be.
Um... Can Contests be sub-reffed?![]()
In extreme emergancies. However TBA has been through a busy spell and will be resuming this shortly. So this one won't be.
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Contest fic
*Chapter 37 up*
Posted September 22nd, 2013
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The November Contest
Battle Section
Referee: Hypotenuse Man
Arena: The Beach
-Team Blade-
Sir Grodus (Metang)
HP: 75% | EN: 86% | Status: Singed
Attacks: Meteor Mash (counterattack) ~ Psychic (beak shut) ~ Ice Punch
-Team River-
Cloud Nine (female shiny Altaria)
HP: 88% | EN: 79% | Status: Safeguarded (4 more rounds)
Attacks: Pursuit ~ Ice Beam ~ Flamethrower
Arena status: A sandstorm is brewing (4 more rounds)
~Round 2... go!~
The sandstorm shows no signs of letting up any time soon as both Pokemon jump back into battle. Grodus doesn't make any moves to begin, but he subtly begins to collect steel energy around his fist as it awaits Cloud Nine. Grodus is not disappointed: Cloud Nine comes out of seemingly nowhere and strikes at the Metang with a beak coated in shadowy energy. Grodus, however, isn't terribly shaken and retaliates by punching Cloud Nine as hard as possible. (-10% HP Cloud Nine, -4% HP Sir Grodus, -6% EN Sir Grodus, -3% EN Cloud Nine)
Cloud Nine smirks. Despite the Meteor Mash she just received, she knows her opponent's location. She begins by rearing her head back and charging up a ball of ice energy deep within wherever it is that dragons make ice energy. However, before she can release it, Sir Grodus reaches out with a psychic tendril. The tendril wraps around Cloud Nine's beak, forcing it shut just as Cloud Nine tries to blast out an Ice Beam. The end result of this is that Cloud Nine's beak is frozen shut. (-6% EN Sir Grodus, -5% EN Cloud Nine)
Now, it's Sir Grodus's turn to smirk. He once again collects energy around his fist, this time of the ice variety. He charges at Cloud Nine and lands a hit, but unfortunately for him, the Flamethrower she was preparing neatly melted through Cloud Nine's icy prison. The fiery gout blows Sir Grodus back significantly, leaving both Pokemon pained. (-11% HP Cloud Nine, -11% HP Sir Grodus, -5% EN Sir Grodus, -7% EN Cloud Nine)
The sandstorm whips and tears, stinging Cloud Nine. (-2% HP Cloud Nine)
~End!~
-Team Blade-
Sir Grodus (Metang)
HP: 60% | EN: 69% | Status: Singed
-Team River-
Cloud Nine (female shiny Altaria)
HP: 65% | EN: 62% | Status: Safeguarded (3 more rounds)
Arena status: A sandstorm is brewing (3 more rounds)
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Blademaster attacks first.
OK, Grodus, let's start the round off with a Rock Slide, then while Nine is trapped, use Psychic to force those rocks around her and give her a good squeeeeeeeeze (or just squeeze her body if she isn't trapped). End the round with another Meteor Mash.
If at any time she tries to use Flamethrower or Fire Blast, switch to Psytrap (Psychically force jaws shut.) instead.
Move: Rock Slide, Psqueeze, Meteor Mash
Sub: Psytrap
Hmm he's trying to ruin our fun isn't he Cloud? Well not for long. I want you to hover directly over Grodus's head, when he started that Rock Slide on both himself and you, I want you to use Pursuit to get out of the way.
If he's trapped himself, I want you to use Earthquake to rattle him up. If he's free, try a Ice Beam to get him stuck to the ground, or a bolder so he can't float up.
Finally if he's still trapped(by Rock Slide or Ice Beam), use another Earthquake if not, try a Sing
Pursuit/Earthquake or Ice Beam/Earthquake or Sing
Whoot.
*Dad talking about his filling.*
PL: Did it fall out?
Dad: Yeah! ****in' thing only lasted two days.
PL: Huh.
Dad. I can stick my tongue down in my hole--
He just stops.
...
*hilarity ensues*
Mom: We're one warped family.
*through hiccups*
PL: I didn't know you were that flexible!
Winner of five Awards in RPG, including Best Writer.
Winner of 2009 Golden Pen for Most Original Fiction
PSN: River_in_Time
XBOX tag: DameSquishdalot
The November Contest
Battle Section
Referee: Hypotenuse Man
Arena: The Beach
-Team Blade-
Sir Grodus (Metang)
HP: 60% | EN: 69% | Status: Singed
Attacks: Rock Slide ~ Psychic ~ Meteor Mash
-Team River-
Cloud Nine (female shiny Altaria)
HP: 65% | EN: 62% | Status: Safeguarded (3 more rounds)
Attacks: Pursuit ~ Ice Beam ~ Sing
Arena status: A sandstorm is brewing (3 more rounds)
~Round 3... go!~
Cloud Nine starts things off as quickly as she can: before Grodus can throw rocks around, she gets directly above him. Grodus shrugs and grabs a few rocks with a terrakinetic hold, lifting them into the air. With a grunt, he hurls them at Cloud Nine, but Cloud Nine speeds away, swathed in dark energy, before they can hit. The rocks fall to the ground as Grodus scowls. (-3% EN Cloud Nine, -6% EN Sir Grodus)
Cloud Nine retaliates by exhaling a chilling burst of ice: with no rocks immediately near Grodus, she decides to attach him to the ground. Grodus frowns as he realizes he's stuck to the beach... but then he realizes that he's only really stuck to sand. Grodus floats back up, sand lodged to his bottom with ice, and focuses. Suddenly, Cloud Nine feels crushed in every sense of the word. The pressure ceases just as suddenly and Cloud Nine gasps. (-7% HP Sir Grodus, -9% HP Cloud Nine, -7% EN Cloud Nine, -6% EN Sir Grodus)
Sir Grodus chuckles and begins to float over to Cloud Nine. Before he can reach her, though, a lilting melody begins to play in his ears... It's so sweet... so beautiful... before long, the Metang is snoozing on the warm beach. (-3% EN Coud Nine)
As the round ends, the sandstorm rips and tears at Cloud Nine. (-2% HP Cloud Nine)
~End!~
-Team Blade-
Sir Grodus (Metang)
HP: 53% | EN: 57% | Status: Asleep
-Team River-
Cloud Nine (female shiny Altaria)
HP: 56% | EN: 49% | Status: Safeguarded (2 more rounds)
Arena status: A sandstorm is brewing (2 more rounds)
So. River attacks first.
Well done Cloud! Now dis is simple. I would like you to Relax, Fire Blast, Relax. You be looking like you need a break.
Relax/Fire Blast/Relax
Whoot.
*Dad talking about his filling.*
PL: Did it fall out?
Dad: Yeah! ****in' thing only lasted two days.
PL: Huh.
Dad. I can stick my tongue down in my hole--
He just stops.
...
*hilarity ensues*
Mom: We're one warped family.
*through hiccups*
PL: I didn't know you were that flexible!
Winner of five Awards in RPG, including Best Writer.
Winner of 2009 Golden Pen for Most Original Fiction
PSN: River_in_Time
XBOX tag: DameSquishdalot
(gets out Master of Paradox's megaphone) ...What? I'm gonna return it! ...Eventually.
Grodus, if you are asleep, Snore, Sleep Talk, and then Snore again.
If you wake up, use Ice Punch, then Psytrap to force her beak shut when she tries to let loose that Fire Blast, and end with another Ice Punch.
Move: Snore, Sleep Talk, Snore
Sub: Ice Punch, Psytrap, Ice Punch
Last edited by Blademaster; 12th January 2007 at 02:30 PM.
Whoot.
*Dad talking about his filling.*
PL: Did it fall out?
Dad: Yeah! ****in' thing only lasted two days.
PL: Huh.
Dad. I can stick my tongue down in my hole--
He just stops.
...
*hilarity ensues*
Mom: We're one warped family.
*through hiccups*
PL: I didn't know you were that flexible!
Winner of five Awards in RPG, including Best Writer.
Winner of 2009 Golden Pen for Most Original Fiction
PSN: River_in_Time
XBOX tag: DameSquishdalot
.......................
Oops. ^^;
(edits)
The November Contest
Battle Section
Referee: Hypotenuse Man
Arena: The Beach
-Team Blade-
Sir Grodus (Metang)
HP: 53% | EN: 57% | Status: Asleep
Attacks: Snore ~ Sleep Talk ~ Ice Punch
-Team River-
Cloud Nine (female shiny Altaria)
HP: 56% | EN: 49% | Status: Safeguarded (2 more rounds)
Attacks: Relax ~ Fire Blast ~ Relax
Arena status: A sandstorm is brewing (2 more rounds)
~Round 4... go!~
This round begins rather calmly. Cloud Nine closes her eyes and relaxes (and maxes, incidentally). This has the practical effect of making her slightly more energized. Meanwhile, Grodus, still fast asleep, snorts and snores quite audibly, shockwaves of sound traveling across the arena. They plow into Cloud Nine, knocking her back a bit. (-4% HP Cloud Nine, +5% EN Cloud Nine, -2% EN Grodus)
Grodus then begins to murmur in his sleep. He waves his arms around rhythmically while Cloud Nine begins to gather flames in her throat. Suddenly, the sandstorm dies down as the sun begins to shine quite powerfully... just in time for Grodus to get hit by a raging Fire Blast. Bad luck there, Bladey. Fortunately, the shock wakes the Metang up. (-16% HP Sir Grodus, -7% EN Sir Grodus, -10% EN Cloud Nine)
Cloud Nine takes the opportunity to relax, but she can't ignore the fact that Grodus just slammed her with a frigid fist. The sun kept the punch from freezing the Altaria, but it still hurt. (-11% HP Cloud Nine, +5% EN Cloud Nine, -5% EN Sir Grodus)
~End!~
-Team Blade-
Sir Grodus (Metang)
HP: 37% | EN: 43% | Status: Charred
-Team River-
Cloud Nine (female shiny Altaria)
HP: 45% | EN: 49% | Status: Safeguarded (1 more round)
Arena status: The sun is shining (4 more rounds)
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Mkay. Blademaster, then River.
Aaaaand I am back! ^^ W00t!
(nobody cares)
...
Um... Anyway...
Grodus! It's time to end this! Use Take Down, then Meteor Mash, then finish with a super Psychic blast!
If she uses Flamethrower or Fire Blast, use Psytrap instead. If she uses Earthquake, then levitate out of its reach and continue. And if she Sings, cover your ears and continue.
Move: Take Down, Meteor Mash, Psychic
Sub: Psytrap, cover ears, levitate (all as needed)
Ok Cloud were gunna try this:
When he come sat you with a Take Down, make him guess with a Double Team. Then slam him with a Solarbeam as he tries to hit you with that evil smeevly Meteor Mash. Finish up with a Pursuit to avoid that Psychic and twack him.
Double Team/Solarbeam/Pursuit
Whoot.
*Dad talking about his filling.*
PL: Did it fall out?
Dad: Yeah! ****in' thing only lasted two days.
PL: Huh.
Dad. I can stick my tongue down in my hole--
He just stops.
...
*hilarity ensues*
Mom: We're one warped family.
*through hiccups*
PL: I didn't know you were that flexible!
Winner of five Awards in RPG, including Best Writer.
Winner of 2009 Golden Pen for Most Original Fiction
PSN: River_in_Time
XBOX tag: DameSquishdalot
The November Contest
Battle Section
Referee: Hypotenuse Man
Arena: The Beach
-Team Blade-
Sir Grodus (Metang)
HP: 37% | EN: 43% | Status: Charred
Attacks: Take Down ~ Meteor Mash ~ Psychic
-Team River-
Cloud Nine (female shiny Altaria)
HP: 45% | EN: 49% | Status: Safeguarded (1 more round)
Attacks: Double Team ~ Solarbeam ~ Pursuit
Arena status: The sun is shining (4 more rounds)
~Round 5... go!~
This is it! It all comes down to this! The final round gets off to a quick start as Grodus hurls himself across the arena straight at Cloud Nine. However, to his shock, Cloud Nine suddenly splits into 5 identical Altaria, each one smirking at him in a very condescending way. Grodus looks over each one, and chooses the Altaria second from the left, lunging at her. Luckily for him, he makes a clear hit, and the rest of the clones fade away, leaving Cloud Nine wincing in pain. However, the force of the attack sends Grodus bouncing back, wincing in pain as well. (-9% HP Cloud Nine, -2% HP Grodus, -6% EN Grodus, -5% EN Cloud Nine)
Cloud Nine scowls and begins to glow a faint green, solar energy flowing into her. Grodus acts similarly and begains to collect steel energy around his fist. He completes his preparations and flies at the Altaria, but before he reaches her, Cloud Nine releases a massive Solarbeam, blowing the Metang away - despite Grodus' type advantage, the attack still stung. (-9% HP Grodus, -9% EN Cloud Nine, -3% EN Grodus)
Grodus and Cloud Nine then once more begin to focus their minds: Grodus closes his eyes and begins to generate a psychic blast, while Cloud Nine swaths herself in dark energy, the darkness allowing her to escape the psychic force unscathed. Grodus frowns and opens his eyes, only to see Cloud Nine slam into him, sneering. (-4% HP Grodus, -3% EN Cloud Nine, -6% EN Grodus)
-Team Blade-
Sir Grodus (Metang)
HP: 22% | EN: 28% | Status: Frustrated, tiring
-Team River-
Cloud Nine (female shiny Altaria)
HP: 36% | EN: 32% | Status: Tiring
Arena status: The sun is shining (3 more rounds)
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That's it! By a margin of 14 HP, I am pleased to present River and her Pokemon with the coveted November Ribbon! Congratulations to you, and my condolences to Blademaster - you fought well.
Now, I'll let Chris give the ribbon and all that good stuff.
We finished another one? Awesome.
River my friend you have won the November Ribbon! It will be attached below for your siggy pleasure (but everyone secretly knows my spriting sucks noodles).
Enjoy!
Oh
River and TBA get 4 points. Blade...you get nothing. It's the way it goes my friend!
Show-Off
Contest fic
*Chapter 37 up*
Posted September 22nd, 2013
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Yay, yay, yay!! *squees and bounces around in circles looking quite the loon* We'z did it, we did Cloud! Well done. ^^ Blademaster thank you for that battle, you and your deviousness in not letting me use me fire attacks. >.> Thanks for reffing this TBA!
*grabs ribbon and points and runs, cackling madly*
Whoot.
*Dad talking about his filling.*
PL: Did it fall out?
Dad: Yeah! ****in' thing only lasted two days.
PL: Huh.
Dad. I can stick my tongue down in my hole--
He just stops.
...
*hilarity ensues*
Mom: We're one warped family.
*through hiccups*
PL: I didn't know you were that flexible!
Winner of five Awards in RPG, including Best Writer.
Winner of 2009 Golden Pen for Most Original Fiction
PSN: River_in_Time
XBOX tag: DameSquishdalot
^^
Thank you for those kind words, Chris!
Now...
(fast-forwards through dramatic falling to ground in defeat, anime-ish consolation speech, and renewed faith and vow to do better next time)
Well, it was fun... And Sir Grodus is 2nd best in the Contest! He even beat WO! THAT is a heck of an accomplishment, Grody! Well done!
(pats him on the... head? back? ...whatever)
"Meeeetaaang...!" ^^
OK, buddy, we'll try again next month. I already have a plan on how you and my Shedinja-to-be could work together in an appeal... Wait, don't anybody read that!
(hops on Grodus and zips off before he spoils anything else)
Gottagokthnxbaiiiiiiiiiiiiii~!![]()
River gets ANOTHER ribbon! BAH!
Congratulations, I suppose.
Er, thanks. I think. Oo No worries Andrew, hey you got 2nd in the Tournament no? That's pretty damn good in my book. *points* Oy January is almost over, go try for that Feb Ribbon. ^^
Whoot.
*Dad talking about his filling.*
PL: Did it fall out?
Dad: Yeah! ****in' thing only lasted two days.
PL: Huh.
Dad. I can stick my tongue down in my hole--
He just stops.
...
*hilarity ensues*
Mom: We're one warped family.
*through hiccups*
PL: I didn't know you were that flexible!
Winner of five Awards in RPG, including Best Writer.
Winner of 2009 Golden Pen for Most Original Fiction
PSN: River_in_Time
XBOX tag: DameSquishdalot