X-Mas Battle!

[I REALLY HATE POKEMON!]

X-Mas Multiplayer Battle!

Okay, basic Gunjin rules apply, but for the sake of the theme, I suggest using a holiday-themed character or weapon. This is a Free-For-All and it will take place at Robot Santa's Fortress on Neptune, from Futurama.

I will be using Robot Santa (also from Futurama); I will respond after some people join and post.

[I REALLY HATE POKEMON!]

BUMP. JOlN.

[Joker]

I'll be the Grinch !!

[Galefore]

...Wouldn't this fit better in the battle board?

I mean, I know we don't ban joke fights around here, but I kind of doubt it's possible to do what's typically seen as a "gunjin battle" with Santa.

I dunno, though, this should be a fun read. Have fun.

*crosses fingers for Joker to do badass Grinch fatality*

[1-up Salesman]

Can this be multiplayer?

[I REALLY HATE POKEMON!]

Gale: To be honest, I am not sure on the differences between the two boards, but if you feel it would fare better there, then I certainly wouldn't object to your moving it.

1-Up, maybe I got confused but I thought Multiplayer and Free-For-All were basically the same thing. Anyway, I want as many people to join as possible.

And incase nobody can think of good characters to use, here's a few ideas:

Jack Skellington (Nightmare Before Christmas)

Composite Santa (Robot Chicken)

Delibird (Pokèmon)

[1-up Salesman]

Um, no, I'm being the Holiday Zombie. Don't worry, Gale. I'll eat these people's flesh and circuits before anything shall be goofed up. Kidding, this should be fun.

[I REALLY HATE POKEMON!]

Well, it may be viewed as kiddy but it is meant as more of a mildly themed (optional btw) real Gunjin battle.

[1-up Salesman]

I don't think it's too bad. I'm not really taking it seriously, it's just for fun. Why don't you start out the battle, IRHP?

[Joker]

Don't worry Gale, what I write for this battle will not fit for the kiddies in the other board. My posts will be long and descriptive enough to keep this fight right here where it belongs.


If one of you don't start things soon expect me to begin the bloody snow fall of doom and despair.

[1-up Salesman]

Yes! I get to fight Joker for the first time, fight IRHP again, and now I get to trash Irby. I hope...

[1-up Salesman]

We're waiting for you, IRHP...

[Repster]

Ooc:* Audible gasp* What's this? My internet connection will allow me to post? I'd better do so while I can.

So, since it would seem your all "You start." "No you start!" Mode, I'll just give you a little shove to start you off.
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T'was the night before Christmas, and all threw the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
At this time stirring would be silly, but running for they're lives was quite a different story.
The odd four armed creatures ran full of fright, as a particular Xmas tree was delivering something quite unlike merry holiday delight.
Sharpened candy canes that poisoned the blood, and concrete hard fruitcakes that taste worse then mud.
So on it went with it brothers in green, they're sharp needles piercing a more then one spleen.
So it was that chaos spread across this land, populated by strange little purple men that held hands.

[I REALLY HATE POKEMON!]

*Tries to think of how to make a cameo for Kwaanza-Bot*

And so Robot Santa detected "naughtiness" on this day, a kind he tends to deal with using extreme prejudice. He unleashed his Christmas-Carol-barking gaurd dogs to survey the area for the intruder he had been expecting for a while as he readied his rocket launcher and sled for combat.

While deep in the safety of his fortress, he also packed a "sack of goodies" into his sled in preperation of some unexpected guests he may run across.

"Ho ho ho, time to crack some skulls!"

[1-up Salesman]

Yes, it's begun.

Twas the night [Strike]before Christmas[/Strike] of the Living Dead. Not a living soul stirred, for this was not a living soul.

From the ground arose a greyish hand, skin hanging from the crumbling bones. The hand rose more and more, until now an arm was in sight. And so, the progress continued until there was finally a rotting "man" coming from a hole in the ground. A few minutes passed, until the zombie was now standing up, a grim look on its crumbling face. Its eyes had no pupils, completely a dull blue color. Its skin was grey, and the creature had no hair. In a few places you could see bones.

It began to walk, and it found itself in some sort of...workshop.

[Joker]

Soft hues of red, green and blue colored lights silhouette against the curtain of snow as it blankets the small who town of whoville. High above the joyful village stood a lone shadow, untouched by the loving warmth of the Christmas season. A dastardly pair of glaring red eyes peered through the sheet of falling snow and watched the disgusting display of good cheer coming from those blasted who’s. The echo of old Yule tide favorites being happily sung were carried on the winds and up the steep slope of the mountain side. Into the despicable creatures ears their voices sank like steely knives dipped in lime juice and salt. The green colored fur that was more like a shag carpet than any type of animal fur became blackened from the blood trickling out of his ears and down the sides of his face.


DAMN YOU FILTHY CHRISTMAS WHORES !!!! I WILL HAVE MY PEACE !!!!

He stormed off into the black crevices of his cave and began loading his stolen sleigh with all manner of unsightly weapons and objects of war. The dead body of the fat sleigh driver lay broken and horribly mutilated on the cold mountain floor in front of his famous reindeer with the red nose as a warning to not fight the awesomeness of the green Grinch. The other reindeer where shrewdly re-tied to the sled by a series of heavy metal chains, in place of the soft felt whip was now a cat of nine tails. The tipped edges of the whip were pronged and dipped in amphetamines to keep the animals running fast and with out rest. As he loaded his bottom heavy self into the drivers seat of the sleigh he gave a loud growl and slashed viciously his whip against the hides of the reindeer sending them into a mad dash. Shooting out of his cave and into the frigid night sky the green devil pulled from his sack a long solid cylinder looking device. Written in plain English along its sides was the word “Napalm” a most vicious chemical, one that would ensure a nice display of carnage as it landed in the dead center of those cheery who’s town square. As he rode over their small happy village he carefully aimed his bomb and dropped it with a wicked grin. Seconds later the sleigh rocked back and forth as the shockwave from the explosion sent wind currents rushing out in all directions.

“ONWARD YOU FILTHY ANIMALS!!! ONWARD TO BATTLE !!”

With out delay he headed towards the cold reaches of outerspace, as the sleigh moved with the speed of Christmas. Like Haley's comet he bore down upon the blue planet with amazing speed crashing into the ground like a falling piece of space rock. His harsh landing layed waste to the barren landscape just outside the work shop. The magical energies from the sleigh kept both him and the animals safe from the wreckless landing but left only devistation for a good mile around the crash site.He stood almost immediatly up from his seat and took a big whiff of air, he could feel it in his bones…he could taste it on the air around him….Christmas was here…..AND HE WANTED TO KILL IT!!!

His bag of goodies was slung over his shoulder and his bloodied Santa suit where all that he had equipped….oh and his anger….his wretched, spiteful, conceded anger…the deadliest of all his weapons. Off in the distance he could see a mob shop workers running for their lives as small Christmas ornaments chased after them with fiendish delight.

Ah!! So the festiveties have begun!

He reached into his bag and pulled out a long sharp machete. His grin grew from ear to ear as he swung the weapon left and right, piercing the air around him with its blade.

“hmm” he said in disappointment, “not vicious enough”. Placing the weapon back into his bag he pulled out a chainsaw instead.

“Ah now this is more like it, and just the right color too”. He yanked hard on the cord as the loud piece of machinery roared to life. The clattering of chains and razors sang in the night air as he dashed towards the running workers decapitating them along the way as if knocking off Christmas bulbs from a tree. His wretched laugh could be heard rising up and filling the air as it mixed with the screams of fear and gargled moans of the shop workers. Blood flowed like rivers of eggnog at a company party and organs plopped to the floor like discarded pieces of fruit cake as the Grinch carved a path to the entrance of the workshop. The only merriment being felt in the once happy facory now belonged to the evil Grinch as he proceeded to kill off Christmas!!

[I REALLY HATE POKEMON!]

Robot Santa jumped in his sleigh and exited his fortress, flying into the sky just above it. Quickly he spotted the strange santa-looking creature.

He immediately fired his rocket launcher with perfect aim. The swift appearance and attack happend in but a moment. By time the target even noticed the situation, the attack hit.

Robot Santa circled back around in the air, dropping dozens and dozens of grenades around the target site.

Robot Santa landed and exited his craft, with a laser gun and waited.

[I REALLY HATE POKEMON!]

*Accidently bumps into the topic* Oops.