.:The TPM Tournament:. [BEGINS]
THE TPM TOURNAMENT
A long time ago, the Earth and another world were connected by a bond that could span millions of light-years. That world was simply known as the Feyworld, enchanted by magick, that world offered an escape from the harsh realities the Earth had begun to create. This bond was capable of transporting people vast distances in almost instantaneous time. But this rift in time and space would only appear when the Moon was full, so that its mystical power could focus in and make the bond safe to travel in.
But there came a time when the Earth’s harsh realities infected Feyworld, bringing about wars and diseases that ravaged the surface of the poor world. The Emperor of Feyworld decided that, to save the creatures of his planet, he had to destroy the magickal bond. On the night of the next full Moon, many attempted to cross into the enchanted verse, but alas, the golden bridge would not appear, and Earth’s people were left alone. The Emperor then determined; the only way this bond would ever form again was if he died and the world needed to pick a new leader. In his arrogance and stupidity, he thought he could never die.
He did. Many years later, but the Emperor was laid to rest and so Feyworld now seeks a new leader. The full Moon came once again, but the magick has realized that the Earth it once knew had changed drastically. There is little to no magick left, their wars had escalated into a race for the largest bomb, and technology, something Feyworld has never encountered, has spread like a virus. But alas, the spell held true, with that Moon it studied our world, and realized that the easiest way to pick a new Emperor was to infect and control the very thing that connected almost every single being.
The internet.
At the exact same moment, all over the world, every computer with internet connection abruptly crashed, leaving the screen with only a black screen with a strange poem displayed.
Look to the Sky
Can you feel the rain?
There are stars in your eyes
Deep down you don’t want to die
So free to be the liar inside
It beats in you
Like a cool breeze
Look to the Sky
In the search for truth
Ride the cosmic caravan
The universal bond we share
Look to the Sky
The Starborn
Seers of the master prophecy
Oracles
Seek out the messenger
The ones with stars in their eyes
Look to the Sky
To Mother, To the Moon
As abruptly as this poem appeared, it vanished, and the computers returned to their normal state. Earth’s people continued on with their lives, as if the massive internet infection was nothing more but a radical computer prank. The spirit of Feyworld waited until the night of the next full Moon. Out of all the choices it had, it chose one site above them all.
Username: None
Name: Glitch / Data Error
Age: Appears 10
Gender: Male
Personality: Quiet, Glitch will answers most questions in short, direct answers. He seems to lack emotions, but rarely will show them on occasion. Despite being a strange 10 year old boy, Glitch is notoriously creepy, and makes everyone around him want to curl up and cry.
Appearance: Short, pale skin, pale grey eyes, and chin like white hair. He robes an oversized silver robe with purple lining. Occasionally he can be seen holding a white cell phone.
Element: Unknown
Other: Nothing
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He appeared like a little, albino boy with white hair, pale skin, and if one could see his eyes they would be a very pale, dead grey. He was dressed in a somewhat oversized robe that was pale silver with purple lining inside. The hood on the robe covered almost half his face, but many, if they could see him, would swear he could stare right through anyone. The boy walked in a world that was completely white, blank, humans, he presumed would compare it to the loading of the matrix. Secretly he preferred it this way, but as he kept walking, things began to appear.
It was a computer, Dell if he was not mistaken. The black machine sat up top a light brown table with no chair near it. That was fine, he didn't need to sit, that was a luxury he did not deserve. Or so that was what the creator had told him, and he had been told something else as well.
Bring the chosen into your world.
So he, the glitch in the system, would do so. He approached the computer and gently tapped the enter button. The screen flashed and suddenly he was browsing a site he recalled was familiar but still eluded him. The PokeMasters Forums was the site the creator had chosen, why he had no idea but in his mind he needed not know. The glitch looked down at the keyboard and began to type it a simple command for this computer to follow.
Bring in the chosen. . .
The screen flashed and suddenly usernames began to pour down the monitor. Sixteen of them were separated from the rest; blinking at the machine finished it's scan.
Weasel Overlord
Magmar
Classycat_18
Sheila Rae
Fai D. Flowright
Drusilla
DarkestLight
Blademaster
Firepokemon
Green Lanturn
MToolen
Mystic_Clown
Crazy Elf Boy
Dragonis
Mew Master
As the names blinked the boy looked down at the keyboard and a slow smile spread across his lips. Gently he pressed the enter button once again, and the entire computer system and table in front of him disappeared. The white around him remained, but appeared behind him were enough strange, egg chairs for each chosen to sit. Glitch wondered, for a moment, if this was a smart idea. Should they bring the flesh born into a world where flesh has never existed? If the creator found out about his thoughts, no doubt the boy would be destroyed and redesigned.
To the left, appeared a white door. The white the chosen would walk through when they arrived and soon he would have to tell them to sit until of them arrived.
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All right, I'm sorry this is so late, I lost my original post due to a computer crash and I was waiting for Sheila Rae to post a form. Anyways, yes... Oh, anyone who has not received an email concerning his or her spirit, please tell me. Those who have and have not replied, please do so. AND! To my knowledge we are lacking Rock type, so one LSU. Oh, and Sheila, if you could post your sign up that'd be awesome...
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