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12/29/2014 10:52:52 PM
Posted: 1 year ago
DISCLAIMER: Not all parts of this trailer will necessarily be in the second arc in the exact wording, and some segments will be left out entirely. Either way, I hope you enjoy this trailer, and make sure to stay alert for the long-awaited entrancing chapter to the second arc of Warped!
______________________________________________________________________________

Far away from the city, a young man sat on a giant dome leading away from a courtyard at the center of the two locations.

He was typing furiously at a console, projecting screens that contained seemingly infinite lines of coding.

At last, he paused, scrolling over the programming, before uploading the modified version to the outside world. In around twenty-four hours, the changes would be applied.

He allowed a small grin to spread across his features.

"It's starting."
______________________________________________________________________________

"Your back..."

Warped was jolted out of his thoughts as Cora continued treating his wounds. His tattered shirt was taken off to reveal the painful gashes on his back.

"Yeah, it hurts...can you heal it?"

He heard a hesitant tone to her voice. "Um...well..."

He turned around to see the large mirror reflecting the back of his body. Angry lines of scarlet were scattered around his skin, but they did not mar the giant image that bored into his mind as a familiarity.

"Isn't--" Marie murmured, "Isn't that the symbol of Mafia Online?" Sure enough, a giant eight-star tattoo was branded on Warped's back. He was dimly aware of her voice as strange memories tore through his mind. His vision wobbled.

"Oh dear God. MEDIC!" Cora shouted.
______________________________________________________________________________

Max pounded his fist on the table, somehow silencing the bickering members of the two opposing parties.

"That's enough! We can not have you all arguing with each other at this dangerous moment! Over 100 players have died in the ambush during the last two days! We don't know how players are dying inside buildings, and how the city is now being destroyed!"

Mikal protested. "As the new president, I demand that we gather all of the loyal players of DDO and crush the defectors and the toxic players! Surely with our superior numbers--"

"NO!" Blade roared. "How many times must I remind you? They have taken dozens of hostages! If they see us making a frontal attack, the hostages will immediately be killed! Izbo and his colleagues have specifically announced--"

"Moderator!" The messenger barged into the room, wide-eyed and breathless. "It's unsafe for you to remain here! All of you! The attacks have resumed!"
______________________________________________________________________________
"Marie..."

"What do you want?"

She instantly regretted the harshness of her words, but she refused to spare even a speck of kindness to the traitor in front of her.

Cyber trudged over to the edge of the ravine, peering downwards into the abyss. At last, he turned back towards Mafie. "Forgiveness."

With that, Cyber brought his hand up in a salute, and to Cora's absolute horror, let himself fall backwards into the darkness.

She reached a trembling hand towards the chasm. "No..."

Emotions she had previously barred now surged forward in an uncontrollable sob. A stream slowly coursed down her cheek, and before she knew it, she began sobbing.
______________________________________________________________________________

Endark slammed the door open to find the bound and gagged prisoner sitting on the stone floor of the dungeon, just as Zaradi had directed him. He hurried over to the hostage and unceremoniously ripped off the gag.

Before the player could speak, however, Endark clamped a forcible hand over the straining jaw. "You will only answer my questions, and say nothing else unless directed to do so otherwise." he intoned. With that, he released his mouth, only to have the rogue player, who was red-faced from indignation, immediately splutter.

"This world will perish! The selected ten among us will be decreed by our leader!"

"Shut up," Endark growled.

"I will not shut up, you little brat! Izbo will prevail--"

Slit.

A knife slashed across his throat, a mere inch from the cold gateway of death. Exhaling a strangled yell, the player fell down on the stone floor. Clutching at his throat, the player gasped and recoiled under his captor's horrible gaze.

Endark squatted down to the prisoner's eye level. "I will only give you one more chance to live," he murmured quietly.

Suddenly, his hand shot out and brutally seized the captive's bloody neck. Screaming in pain, he feebly pried at the vicelike grip threatening to crush his lifeline.

Endark's usual amount of patience has decreased tenfold over the last few days, and he had spared the entirety of the remainder on this filth. Now, rage overcame his nearly limitless resolve in a single roar.

"WHERE. IS. ANNIE?!"
______________________________________________________________________________

Warped clashed blades with three of the rogue players at once, sending them tumbling off the cliff with another swipe.

He had to save this world. He had to save the players.

He charged at Izbo, who was standing before a wounded man lying on the ground.

Startled, he leader of the rogue players raised his sword from the player and turned towards Warped.

Screaming with rage, he slashed at the opposing blade with enough force to shatter the metal.

Izbo stared disbelievingly at his broken weapon, falling to his knees. Warped pointed his sword at the fallen leader.

Images still flashed through his mind, and flashes of pain threatened to crumple his vision and body.

A glass cage.

A surgical table soaked with blood.

A man clasping his shoulders.

A beacon of light and a rush of indescribable agony.


This world offered him a life he never had a chance to have in the real world; a world he would never have been able to experience.

Right in front of him was a man who wanted to destroy it all.

The hundreds of players--regardless of affiliation--stared up at the cliff in awe.

His voice reverberated throughout the battlefield, cracked with emotion.

"THIS WAR...IS OVER!"
______________________________________________________________________________

Warped: Arc II

Coming soon in January 2015
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12/29/2014 11:06:23 PM
Posted: 1 year ago
At 12/29/2014 10:52:52 PM, RevNge wrote:
DISCLAIMER: Not all parts of this trailer will necessarily be in the second arc in the exact wording, and some segments will be left out entirely. Either way, I hope you enjoy this trailer, and make sure to stay alert for the long-awaited entrancing chapter to the second arc of Warped!
______________________________________________________________________________

Far away from the city, a young man sat on a giant dome leading away from a courtyard at the center of the two locations.

He was typing furiously at a console, projecting screens that contained seemingly infinite lines of coding.

A console on a giant dome?
*pictures someone typing on top of the Capitol building for some reason.*

At last, he paused, scrolling over the programming, before uploading the modified version to the outside world. In around twenty-four hours, the changes would be applied.

He allowed a small grin to spread across his features.

"It's starting."
______________________________________________________________________________

"Your back..."

*sigh*
You're

Warped was jolted out of his thoughts as Cora continued treating his wounds. His tattered shirt was taken off to reveal the painful gashes on his back.

"Yeah, it hurts...can you heal it?"

He heard a hesitant tone to her voice. "Um...well..."

He turned around to see the large mirror reflecting the back of his body. Angry lines of scarlet were scattered around his skin, but they did not mar the giant image that bored into his mind as a familiarity.

"Isn't--" Marie murmured, "Isn't that the symbol of Mafia Online?" Sure enough, a giant eight-star tattoo was branded on Warped's back. He was dimly aware of her voice as strange memories tore through his mind. His vision wobbled.

"Oh dear God. MEDIC!" Cora shouted.

Everyone portrays Cora the same way xD
______________________________________________________________________________

Max pounded his fist on the table, somehow silencing the bickering members of the two opposing parties.

"That's enough! We can not have you all arguing with each other at this dangerous moment! Over 100 players have died in the ambush during the last two days! We don't know how players are dying inside buildings, and how the city is now being destroyed!"

Bruh. Get Intel.

Mikal protested. "As the new president, I demand that we gather all of the loyal players of DDO and crush the defectors and the toxic players! Surely with our superior numbers--"

.____.
Using real events is my gig.


"NO!" Blade roared. "How many times must I remind you? They have taken dozens of hostages! If they see us making a frontal attack, the hostages will immediately be killed! Izbo and his colleagues have specifically announced--"

Well, at least it's not RM for once.

"Moderator!" The messenger barged into the room, wide-eyed and breathless. "It's unsafe for you to remain here! All of you! The attacks have resumed!"
______________________________________________________________________________
"Marie..."

"What do you want?"

She instantly regretted the harshness of her words, but she refused to spare even a speck of kindness to the traitor in front of her.

Cyber trudged over to the edge of the ravine, peering downwards into the abyss. At last, he turned back towards Mafie. "Forgiveness."

Dramatic.

With that, Cyber brought his hand up in a salute, and to Cora's absolute horror, let himself fall backwards into the darkness.

Super dramatic.

She reached a trembling hand towards the chasm. "No..."

Emotions she had previously barred now surged forward in an uncontrollable sob. A stream slowly coursed down her cheek, and before she knew it, she began sobbing.

Aww.
______________________________________________________________________________

Endark slammed the door open to find the bound and gagged prisoner sitting on the stone floor of the dungeon, just as Zaradi had directed him. He hurried over to the hostage and unceremoniously ripped off the gag.

Before the player could speak, however, Endark clamped a forcible hand over the straining jaw. "You will only answer my questions, and say nothing else unless directed to do so otherwise." he intoned. With that, he released his mouth, only to have the rogue player, who was red-faced from indignation, immediately splutter.

"This world will perish! The selected ten among us will be decreed by our leader!"

Oh, joy, cultists.

"Shut up," Endark growled.

"I will not shut up, you little brat! Izbo will prevail--"

Slit.

O.o

A knife slashed across his throat, a mere inch from the cold gateway of death. Exhaling a strangled yell, the player fell down on the stone floor. Clutching at his throat, the player gasped and recoiled under his captor's horrible gaze.

Endark squatted down to the prisoner's eye level. "I will only give you one more chance to live," he murmured quietly.

Woah.

Suddenly, his hand shot out and brutally seized the captive's bloody neck. Screaming in pain, he feebly pried at the vicelike grip threatening to crush his lifeline.

Endark's usual amount of patience has decreased tenfold over the last few days, and he had spared the entirety of the remainder on this filth. Now, rage overcame his nearly limitless resolve in a single roar.

"WHERE. IS. ANNIE?!"

Wut.
Annie?
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
______________________________________________________________________________

Warped clashed blades with three of the rogue players at once, sending them tumbling off the cliff with another swipe.

He had to save this world. He had to save the players

Major spoiler bran.

He charged at Izbo, who was standing before a wounded man lying on the ground.

Startled, he leader of the rogue players raised his sword from the player and turned towards Warped.

Screaming with rage, he slashed at the opposing blade with enough force to shatter the metal.

Izbo stared disbelievingly at his broken weapon, falling to his knees. Warped pointed his sword at the fallen leader.

Images still flashed through his mind, and flashes of pain threatened to crumple his vision and body.

A glass cage.

A surgical table soaked with blood.

A man clasping his shoulders.

A beacon of light and a rush of indescribable agony.


This world offered him a life he never had a chance to have in the real world; a world he would never have been able to experience.

Right in front of him was a man who wanted to destroy it all.

The hundreds of players--regardless of affiliation--stared up at the cliff in awe.

His voice reverberated throughout the battlefield, cracked with emotion.

"THIS WAR...IS OVER!"

Most trailers would have said "The war has begun." But Rev was all like no, man, Snape killed Dumbledore.
______________________________________________________________________________

Warped: Arc II

Coming soon in January 2015
RevNge
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12/29/2014 11:12:09 PM
Posted: 1 year ago
At 12/29/2014 11:06:23 PM, EndarkenedRationalist wrote:
At 12/29/2014 10:52:52 PM, RevNge wrote:
"Your back..."

*sigh*
You're

No, it's "your". She was talking about his back.
Warped was jolted out of his thoughts as Cora continued treating his wounds. His tattered shirt was taken off to reveal the painful gashes on his back.

"Yeah, it hurts...can you heal it?"

He heard a hesitant tone to her voice. "Um...well..."

He turned around to see the large mirror reflecting the back of his body. Angry lines of scarlet were scattered around his skin, but they did not mar the giant image that bored into his mind as a familiarity.

"Isn't--" Marie murmured, "Isn't that the symbol of Mafia Online?" Sure enough, a giant eight-star tattoo was branded on Warped's back. He was dimly aware of her voice as strange memories tore through his mind. His vision wobbled.

"Oh dear God. MEDIC!" Cora shouted.

Everyone portrays Cora the same way xD

Stereotypes.
______________________________________________________________________________

Max pounded his fist on the table, somehow silencing the bickering members of the two opposing parties.

"That's enough! We can not have you all arguing with each other at this dangerous moment! Over 100 players have died in the ambush during the last two days! We don't know how players are dying inside buildings, and how the city is now being destroyed!"

Bruh. Get Intel.

^
Mikal protested. "As the new president, I demand that we gather all of the loyal players of DDO and crush the defectors and the toxic players! Surely with our superior numbers--"

.____.
Using real events is my gig.

Nope. :3
"NO!" Blade roared. "How many times must I remind you? They have taken dozens of hostages! If they see us making a frontal attack, the hostages will immediately be killed! Izbo and his colleagues have specifically announced--"

Well, at least it's not RM for once.

LOL

You'll see.
"Moderator!" The messenger barged into the room, wide-eyed and breathless. "It's unsafe for you to remain here! All of you! The attacks have resumed!"
______________________________________________________________________________
"Marie..."

"What do you want?"

She instantly regretted the harshness of her words, but she refused to spare even a speck of kindness to the traitor in front of her.

Cyber trudged over to the edge of the ravine, peering downwards into the abyss. At last, he turned back towards Mafie. "Forgiveness."

Dramatic.

You're pushing it.
With that, Cyber brought his hand up in a salute, and to Cora's absolute horror, let himself fall backwards into the darkness.

Super dramatic.

*kills Endark*
She reached a trembling hand towards the chasm. "No..."

Emotions she had previously barred now surged forward in an uncontrollable sob. A stream slowly coursed down her cheek, and before she knew it, she began sobbing.

Aww.
______________________________________________________________________________

Endark slammed the door open to find the bound and gagged prisoner sitting on the stone floor of the dungeon, just as Zaradi had directed him. He hurried over to the hostage and unceremoniously ripped off the gag.

Before the player could speak, however, Endark clamped a forcible hand over the straining jaw. "You will only answer my questions, and say nothing else unless directed to do so otherwise." he intoned. With that, he released his mouth, only to have the rogue player, who was red-faced from indignation, immediately splutter.

"This world will perish! The selected ten among us will be decreed by our leader!"

Oh, joy, cultists.

"Shut up," Endark growled.

"I will not shut up, you little brat! Izbo will prevail--"

Slit.

O.o

A knife slashed across his throat, a mere inch from the cold gateway of death. Exhaling a strangled yell, the player fell down on the stone floor. Clutching at his throat, the player gasped and recoiled under his captor's horrible gaze.

Endark squatted down to the prisoner's eye level. "I will only give you one more chance to live," he murmured quietly.

Woah.

Suddenly, his hand shot out and brutally seized the captive's bloody neck. Screaming in pain, he feebly pried at the vicelike grip threatening to crush his lifeline.

Endark's usual amount of patience has decreased tenfold over the last few days, and he had spared the entirety of the remainder on this filth. Now, rage overcame his nearly limitless resolve in a single roar.

"WHERE. IS. ANNIE?!"

Wut.
Annie?
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

*cackles*
______________________________________________________________________________

Warped clashed blades with three of the rogue players at once, sending them tumbling off the cliff with another swipe.

He had to save this world. He had to save the players

Major spoiler bran.

He charged at Izbo, who was standing before a wounded man lying on the ground.

Startled, he leader of the rogue players raised his sword from the player and turned towards Warped.

Screaming with rage, he slashed at the opposing blade with enough force to shatter the metal.

Izbo stared disbelievingly at his broken weapon, falling to his knees. Warped pointed his sword at the fallen leader.

Images still flashed through his mind, and flashes of pain threatened to crumple his vision and body.

A glass cage.

A surgical table soaked with blood.

A man clasping his shoulders.

A beacon of light and a rush of indescribable agony.


This world offered him a life he never had a chance to have in the real world; a world he would never have been able to experience.

Right in front of him was a man who wanted to destroy it all.

The hundreds of players--regardless of affiliation--stared up at the cliff in awe.

His voice reverberated throughout the battlefield, cracked with emotion.

"THIS WAR...IS OVER!"

Most trailers would have said "The war has begun." But Rev was all like no, man, Snape killed Dumbledore.

#SPOILERSFTW
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12/29/2014 11:14:16 PM
Posted: 1 year ago
At 12/29/2014 10:52:52 PM, RevNge wrote:
DISCLAIMER: Not all parts of this trailer will necessarily be in the second arc in the exact wording, and some segments will be left out entirely. Either way, I hope you enjoy this trailer, and make sure to stay alert for the long-awaited entrancing chapter to the second arc of Warped!
______________________________________________________________________________

Far away from the city, a young man sat on a giant dome leading away from a courtyard at the center of the two locations.

He was typing furiously at a console, projecting screens that contained seemingly infinite lines of coding.

At last, he paused, scrolling over the programming, before uploading the modified version to the outside world. In around twenty-four hours, the changes would be applied.
O.O

He allowed a small grin to spread across his features.
OH GOD

"It's starting."
*GRABS ENNIE CLOSER* ______________________________________________________________________________

"Your back..."

Warped was jolted out of his thoughts as Cora continued treating his wounds. His tattered shirt was taken off to reveal the painful gashes on his back.
UH OH :<

"Yeah, it hurts...can you heal it?"

He heard a hesitant tone to her voice. "Um...well..."
AWW

He turned around to see the large mirror reflecting the back of his body. Angry lines of scarlet were scattered around his skin, but they did not mar the giant image that bored into his mind as a familiarity.

"Isn't--" Marie murmured, "Isn't that the symbol of Mafia Online?" Sure enough, a giant eight-star tattoo was branded on Warped's back. He was dimly aware of her voice as strange memories tore through his mind. His vision wobbled.
UH OH POOR WARPED

"Oh dear God. MEDIC!" Cora shouted.
HELP HIM
______________________________________________________________________________

Max pounded his fist on the table, somehow silencing the bickering members of the two opposing parties.
lol
"That's enough! We can not have you all arguing with each other at this dangerous moment! Over 100 players have died in the ambush during the last two days! We don't know how players are dying inside buildings, and how the city is now being destroyed!"

Mikal protested. "As the new president, I demand that we gather all of the loyal players of DDO and crush the defectors and the toxic players! Surely with our superior numbers--"
wtf
"NO!" Blade roared. "How many times must I remind you? They have taken dozens of hostages! If they see us making a frontal attack, the hostages will immediately be killed! Izbo and his colleagues have specifically announced--"
oh dear
"Moderator!" The messenger barged into the room, wide-eyed and breathless. "It's unsafe for you to remain here! All of you! The attacks have resumed!"
______________________________________________________________________________
"Marie..."

"What do you want?"

She instantly regretted the harshness of her words, but she refused to spare even a speck of kindness to the traitor in front of her.

Cyber trudged over to the edge of the ravine, peering downwards into the abyss. At last, he turned back towards Mafie. "Forgiveness."
WUT
With that, Cyber brought his hand up in a salute, and to Cora's absolute horror, let himself fall backwards into the darkness.
WTF YOU BASTARD NOOOOO
REV DONT MAKE TURN YOU INTO A EUNUCH
She reached a trembling hand towards the chasm. "No..."
NOOOOOO
Emotions she had previously barred now surged forward in an uncontrollable sob. A stream slowly coursed down her cheek, and before she knew it, she began sobbing.
YOU BASTARD
______________________________________________________________________________

Endark slammed the door open to find the bound and gagged prisoner sitting on the stone floor of the dungeon, just as Zaradi had directed him. He hurried over to the hostage and unceremoniously ripped off the gag.

Before the player could speak, however, Endark clamped a forcible hand over the straining jaw. "You will only answer my questions, and say nothing else unless directed to do so otherwise." he intoned. With that, he released his mouth, only to have the rogue player, who was red-faced from indignation, immediately splutter.

"This world will perish! The selected ten among us will be decreed by our leader!"

"Shut up," Endark growled.
Aww my bae *rubs your shoulders reassuringly*
"I will not shut up, you little brat! Izbo will prevail--"

Slit.

A knife slashed across his throat, a mere inch from the cold gateway of death. Exhaling a strangled yell, the player fell down on the stone floor. Clutching at his throat, the player gasped and recoiled under his captor's horrible gaze.
0.0

Endark squatted down to the prisoner's eye level. "I will only give you one more chance to live," he murmured quietly.
damnnn ennie
Suddenly, his hand shot out and brutally seized the captive's bloody neck. Screaming in pain, he feebly pried at the vicelike grip threatening to crush his lifeline.

Endark's usual amount of patience has decreased tenfold over the last few days, and he had spared the entirety of the remainder on this filth. Now, rage overcame his nearly limitless resolve in a single roar.
uh oh
"WHERE. IS. ANNIE?!"
WUT 0.0
I'M MISSING?
Am I ... *whispers* ... dead? ______________________________________________________________________________

Warped clashed blades with three of the rogue players at once, sending them tumbling off the cliff with another swipe.

He had to save this world. He had to save the players.
WOOT

He charged at Izbo, who was standing before a wounded man lying on the ground.

Startled, he leader of the rogue players raised his sword from the player and turned towards Warped.
KILL HIM WARPED
(This reminds me of Maze Runner a little)
Screaming with rage, he slashed at the opposing blade with enough force to shatter the metal.

Izbo stared disbelievingly at his broken weapon, falling to his knees. Warped pointed his sword at the fallen leader.
lol

Images still flashed through his mind, and flashes of pain threatened to crumple his vision and body.
aww

A glass cage.

A surgical table soaked with blood.

A man clasping his shoulders.

A beacon of light and a rush of indescribable agony.


This world offered him a life he never had a chance to have in the real world; a world he would never have been able to experience.
poor Warped

Right in front of him was a man who wanted to destroy it all.
KILL HIM

The hundreds of players--regardless of affiliation--stared up at the cliff in awe.

His voice reverberated throughout the battlefield, cracked with emotion.

"THIS WAR...IS OVER!"
WOOT
______________________________________________________________________________

Warped: Arc II

Coming soon in January 2015

THAT'S IT?! WUT WAIT- JANUARY
BETTER BE EARLY JANUARY OR ELSE...
Solonkr~
I don't care about whether an ideology is "necessary" or not,
I care about how to solve problems,
which is what everyone else should also care about.

Ken~
In essence, the world is fucked up and you can either ignore it, become cynical or bitter about it.

Me~
"BAILEY + SOLON = SAILEY
MY SHIP SAILEY MUST SAIL"

SCREW THAT SHIZ #BANNIE = BAILEY & ANNIE

P.S. Shipped Sailey before it was cannon bitches.
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12/29/2014 11:15:00 PM
Posted: 1 year ago
At 12/29/2014 11:12:09 PM, RevNge wrote:
At 12/29/2014 11:06:23 PM, EndarkenedRationalist wrote:
At 12/29/2014 10:52:52 PM, RevNge wrote:
"Your back..."

*sigh*
You're

No, it's "your". She was talking about his back.

But his shirt wasn't off yet....

Warped was jolted out of his thoughts as Cora continued treating his wounds. His tattered shirt was taken off to reveal the painful gashes on his back.

"Yeah, it hurts...can you heal it?"

He heard a hesitant tone to her voice. "Um...well..."

He turned around to see the large mirror reflecting the back of his body. Angry lines of scarlet were scattered around his skin, but they did not mar the giant image that bored into his mind as a familiarity.

"Isn't--" Marie murmured, "Isn't that the symbol of Mafia Online?" Sure enough, a giant eight-star tattoo was branded on Warped's back. He was dimly aware of her voice as strange memories tore through his mind. His vision wobbled.

"Oh dear God. MEDIC!" Cora shouted.

Everyone portrays Cora the same way xD

Stereotypes.
______________________________________________________________________________

Max pounded his fist on the table, somehow silencing the bickering members of the two opposing parties.

"That's enough! We can not have you all arguing with each other at this dangerous moment! Over 100 players have died in the ambush during the last two days! We don't know how players are dying inside buildings, and how the city is now being destroyed!"

Bruh. Get Intel.

^
Mikal protested. "As the new president, I demand that we gather all of the loyal players of DDO and crush the defectors and the toxic players! Surely with our superior numbers--"

.____.
Using real events is my gig.

Nope. :3

*coughs*

"NO!" Blade roared. "How many times must I remind you? They have taken dozens of hostages! If they see us making a frontal attack, the hostages will immediately be killed! Izbo and his colleagues have specifically announced--"

Well, at least it's not RM for once.

LOL

You'll see.

.________.
He better not be.

"Moderator!" The messenger barged into the room, wide-eyed and breathless. "It's unsafe for you to remain here! All of you! The attacks have resumed!"
______________________________________________________________________________
"Marie..."

"What do you want?"

She instantly regretted the harshness of her words, but she refused to spare even a speck of kindness to the traitor in front of her.

Cyber trudged over to the edge of the ravine, peering downwards into the abyss. At last, he turned back towards Mafie. "Forgiveness."

Dramatic.

You're pushing it.

Bring it.

With that, Cyber brought his hand up in a salute, and to Cora's absolute horror, let himself fall backwards into the darkness.

Super dramatic.

*kills Endark*

http://25.media.tumblr.com...

She reached a trembling hand towards the chasm. "No..."

Emotions she had previously barred now surged forward in an uncontrollable sob. A stream slowly coursed down her cheek, and before she knew it, she began sobbing.

Aww.
______________________________________________________________________________

Endark slammed the door open to find the bound and gagged prisoner sitting on the stone floor of the dungeon, just as Zaradi had directed him. He hurried over to the hostage and unceremoniously ripped off the gag.

Before the player could speak, however, Endark clamped a forcible hand over the straining jaw. "You will only answer my questions, and say nothing else unless directed to do so otherwise." he intoned. With that, he released his mouth, only to have the rogue player, who was red-faced from indignation, immediately splutter.

"This world will perish! The selected ten among us will be decreed by our leader!"

Oh, joy, cultists.

"Shut up," Endark growled.

"I will not shut up, you little brat! Izbo will prevail--"

Slit.

O.o

A knife slashed across his throat, a mere inch from the cold gateway of death. Exhaling a strangled yell, the player fell down on the stone floor. Clutching at his throat, the player gasped and recoiled under his captor's horrible gaze.

Endark squatted down to the prisoner's eye level. "I will only give you one more chance to live," he murmured quietly.

Woah.

Suddenly, his hand shot out and brutally seized the captive's bloody neck. Screaming in pain, he feebly pried at the vicelike grip threatening to crush his lifeline.

Endark's usual amount of patience has decreased tenfold over the last few days, and he had spared the entirety of the remainder on this filth. Now, rage overcame his nearly limitless resolve in a single roar.

"WHERE. IS. ANNIE?!"

Wut.
Annie?
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

*cackles*
______________________________________________________________________________

Warped clashed blades with three of the rogue players at once, sending them tumbling off the cliff with another swipe.

He had to save this world. He had to save the players

Major spoiler bran.

He charged at Izbo, who was standing before a wounded man lying on the ground.

Startled, he leader of the rogue players raised his sword from the player and turned towards Warped.

Screaming with rage, he slashed at the opposing blade with enough force to shatter the metal.

Izbo stared disbelievingly at his broken weapon, falling to his knees. Warped pointed his sword at the fallen leader.

Images still flashed through his mind, and flashes of pain threatened to crumple his vision and body.

A glass cage.

A surgical table soaked with blood.

A man clasping his shoulders.

A beacon of light and a rush of indescribable agony.


This world offered him a life he never had a chance to have in the real world; a world he would never have been able to experience.

Right in front of him was a man who wanted to destroy it all.

The hundreds of players--regardless of affiliation--stared up at the cliff in awe.

His voice reverberated throughout the battlefield, cracked with emotion.

"THIS WAR...IS OVER!"

Most trailers would have said "The war has begun." But Rev was all like no, man, Snape killed Dumbledore.

#SPOILERSFTW
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12/29/2014 11:18:09 PM
Posted: 1 year ago
At 12/29/2014 11:06:23 PM, EndarkenedRationalist wrote:
At 12/29/2014 10:52:52 PM, RevNge wrote:
DISCLAIMER: Not all parts of this trailer will necessarily be in the second arc in the exact wording, and some segments will be left out entirely. Either way, I hope you enjoy this trailer, and make sure to stay alert for the long-awaited entrancing chapter to the second arc of Warped!
______________________________________________________________________________

Far away from the city, a young man sat on a giant dome leading away from a courtyard at the center of the two locations.

He was typing furiously at a console, projecting screens that contained seemingly infinite lines of coding.

A console on a giant dome?
*pictures someone typing on top of the Capitol building for some reason.*
<3

At last, he paused, scrolling over the programming, before uploading the modified version to the outside world. In around twenty-four hours, the changes would be applied.

He allowed a small grin to spread across his features.

"It's starting."
______________________________________________________________________________

"Your back..."

*sigh*
You're
Nope
I thought so too but it wasn't. XD

Warped was jolted out of his thoughts as Cora continued treating his wounds. His tattered shirt was taken off to reveal the painful gashes on his back.

"Yeah, it hurts...can you heal it?"

He heard a hesitant tone to her voice. "Um...well..."

He turned around to see the large mirror reflecting the back of his body. Angry lines of scarlet were scattered around his skin, but they did not mar the giant image that bored into his mind as a familiarity.

"Isn't--" Marie murmured, "Isn't that the symbol of Mafia Online?" Sure enough, a giant eight-star tattoo was branded on Warped's back. He was dimly aware of her voice as strange memories tore through his mind. His vision wobbled.

"Oh dear God. MEDIC!" Cora shouted.

Everyone portrays Cora the same way xD
Lol
______________________________________________________________________________

Max pounded his fist on the table, somehow silencing the bickering members of the two opposing parties.

"That's enough! We can not have you all arguing with each other at this dangerous moment! Over 100 players have died in the ambush during the last two days! We don't know how players are dying inside buildings, and how the city is now being destroyed!"

Bruh. Get Intel.
XD

Mikal protested. "As the new president, I demand that we gather all of the loyal players of DDO and crush the defectors and the toxic players! Surely with our superior numbers--"

.____.
Using real events is my gig.
*kisses you*
Then you should make us in OUAD.

"NO!" Blade roared. "How many times must I remind you? They have taken dozens of hostages! If they see us making a frontal attack, the hostages will immediately be killed! Izbo and his colleagues have specifically announced--"

Well, at least it's not RM for once.
^this^

"Moderator!" The messenger barged into the room, wide-eyed and breathless. "It's unsafe for you to remain here! All of you! The attacks have resumed!"
______________________________________________________________________________
"Marie..."

"What do you want?"

She instantly regretted the harshness of her words, but she refused to spare even a speck of kindness to the traitor in front of her.

Cyber trudged over to the edge of the ravine, peering downwards into the abyss. At last, he turned back towards Mafie. "Forgiveness."

Dramatic.
mhmm

With that, Cyber brought his hand up in a salute, and to Cora's absolute horror, let himself fall backwards into the darkness.

Super dramatic.

She reached a trembling hand towards the chasm. "No..."

Emotions she had previously barred now surged forward in an uncontrollable sob. A stream slowly coursed down her cheek, and before she knew it, she began sobbing.

Aww.
*hugs you consolingly*
______________________________________________________________________________

Endark slammed the door open to find the bound and gagged prisoner sitting on the stone floor of the dungeon, just as Zaradi had directed him. He hurried over to the hostage and unceremoniously ripped off the gag.

Before the player could speak, however, Endark clamped a forcible hand over the straining jaw. "You will only answer my questions, and say nothing else unless directed to do so otherwise." he intoned. With that, he released his mouth, only to have the rogue player, who was red-faced from indignation, immediately splutter.

"This world will perish! The selected ten among us will be decreed by our leader!"

Oh, joy, cultists.
lol

"Shut up," Endark growled.

"I will not shut up, you little brat! Izbo will prevail--"

Slit.

O.o
rofl I see you making this face XD

A knife slashed across his throat, a mere inch from the cold gateway of death. Exhaling a strangled yell, the player fell down on the stone floor. Clutching at his throat, the player gasped and recoiled under his captor's horrible gaze.

Endark squatted down to the prisoner's eye level. "I will only give you one more chance to live," he murmured quietly.

Woah.
I like bada$$ Ennie, but I <3 u moar

Suddenly, his hand shot out and brutally seized the captive's bloody neck. Screaming in pain, he feebly pried at the vicelike grip threatening to crush his lifeline.

Endark's usual amount of patience has decreased tenfold over the last few days, and he had spared the entirety of the remainder on this filth. Now, rage overcame his nearly limitless resolve in a single roar.

"WHERE. IS. ANNIE?!"

Wut.
Annie?
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
I'M HERE LUV
DON'T WORRY
I'LL ALWAY BE IN YOUR HEART <3
______________________________________________________________________________

Warped clashed blades with three of the rogue players at once, sending them tumbling off the cliff with another swipe.

He had to save this world. He had to save the players

Major spoiler bran.
Is it? Is it really?

He charged at Izbo, who was standing before a wounded man lying on the ground.

Startled, he leader of the rogue players raised his sword from the player and turned towards Warped.

Screaming with rage, he slashed at the opposing blade with enough force to shatter the metal.

Izbo stared disbelievingly at his broken weapon, falling to his knees. Warped pointed his sword at the fallen leader.

Images still flashed through his mind, and flashes of pain threatened to crumple his vision and body.

A glass cage.

A surgical table soaked with blood.

A man clasping his shoulders.

A beacon of light and a rush of indescribable agony.


This world offered him a life he never had a chance to have in the real world; a world he would never have been able to experience.

Right in front of him was a man who wanted to destroy it all.

The hundreds of players--regardless of affiliation--stared up at the cliff in awe.

His voice reverberated throughout the battlefield, cracked with emotion.

"THIS WAR...IS OVER!"

Most trailers would have said "The war has begun." But Rev was all like no, man, Snape killed Dumbledore.
Rofl.
I love you so much...
______________________________________________________________________________

Warped: Arc II

Coming soon in January 2015
Solonkr~
I don't care about whether an ideology is "necessary" or not,
I care about how to solve problems,
which is what everyone else should also care about.

Ken~
In essence, the world is fucked up and you can either ignore it, become cynical or bitter about it.

Me~
"BAILEY + SOLON = SAILEY
MY SHIP SAILEY MUST SAIL"

SCREW THAT SHIZ #BANNIE = BAILEY & ANNIE

P.S. Shipped Sailey before it was cannon bitches.
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12/29/2014 11:19:37 PM
Posted: 1 year ago
At 12/29/2014 11:12:09 PM, RevNge wrote:
With that, Cyber brought his hand up in a salute, and to Cora's absolute horror, let himself fall backwards into the darkness.

Super dramatic.

*kills Endark*

Hmm?
*raises knife*

Don't forget you can't kill my f*cking baby.
Solonkr~
I don't care about whether an ideology is "necessary" or not,
I care about how to solve problems,
which is what everyone else should also care about.

Ken~
In essence, the world is fucked up and you can either ignore it, become cynical or bitter about it.

Me~
"BAILEY + SOLON = SAILEY
MY SHIP SAILEY MUST SAIL"

SCREW THAT SHIZ #BANNIE = BAILEY & ANNIE

P.S. Shipped Sailey before it was cannon bitches.
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12/29/2014 11:20:09 PM
Posted: 1 year ago
At 12/29/2014 11:15:00 PM, EndarkenedRationalist wrote:
At 12/29/2014 11:12:09 PM, RevNge wrote:
At 12/29/2014 11:06:23 PM, EndarkenedRationalist wrote:
At 12/29/2014 10:52:52 PM, RevNge wrote:
"Your back..."

*sigh*
You're

No, it's "your". She was talking about his back.

But his shirt wasn't off yet....

There could have been blood.
Solonkr~
I don't care about whether an ideology is "necessary" or not,
I care about how to solve problems,
which is what everyone else should also care about.

Ken~
In essence, the world is fucked up and you can either ignore it, become cynical or bitter about it.

Me~
"BAILEY + SOLON = SAILEY
MY SHIP SAILEY MUST SAIL"

SCREW THAT SHIZ #BANNIE = BAILEY & ANNIE

P.S. Shipped Sailey before it was cannon bitches.
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12/29/2014 11:23:58 PM
Posted: 1 year ago
At 12/29/2014 11:14:16 PM, ESocialBookworm wrote:
At 12/29/2014 10:52:52 PM, RevNge wrote:
DISCLAIMER: Not all parts of this trailer will necessarily be in the second arc in the exact wording, and some segments will be left out entirely. Either way, I hope you enjoy this trailer, and make sure to stay alert for the long-awaited entrancing chapter to the second arc of Warped!
______________________________________________________________________________

Far away from the city, a young man sat on a giant dome leading away from a courtyard at the center of the two locations.

He was typing furiously at a console, projecting screens that contained seemingly infinite lines of coding.

At last, he paused, scrolling over the programming, before uploading the modified version to the outside world. In around twenty-four hours, the changes would be applied.
O.O

(:<
He allowed a small grin to spread across his features.
OH GOD

"It's starting."
*GRABS ENNIE CLOSER*

*munches popcorn*
"Your back..."

Warped was jolted out of his thoughts as Cora continued treating his wounds. His tattered shirt was taken off to reveal the painful gashes on his back.
UH OH :<

You're saying that awfully lot...
"Yeah, it hurts...can you heal it?"

He heard a hesitant tone to her voice. "Um...well..."
AWW

It's not what you think, Annie. XD
He turned around to see the large mirror reflecting the back of his body. Angry lines of scarlet were scattered around his skin, but they did not mar the giant image that bored into his mind as a familiarity.

"Isn't--" Marie murmured, "Isn't that the symbol of Mafia Online?" Sure enough, a giant eight-star tattoo was branded on Warped's back. He was dimly aware of her voice as strange memories tore through his mind. His vision wobbled.
UH OH POOR WARPED

Such lack of background information.
"Oh dear God. MEDIC!" Cora shouted.
HELP HIM

She meant Medic0506, by the way. But yes, he's a medic. :3
______________________________________________________________________________

Max pounded his fist on the table, somehow silencing the bickering members of the two opposing parties.
lol

Wut.
"That's enough! We can not have you all arguing with each other at this dangerous moment! Over 100 players have died in the ambush during the last two days! We don't know how players are dying inside buildings, and how the city is now being destroyed!"

Mikal protested. "As the new president, I demand that we gather all of the loyal players of DDO and crush the defectors and the toxic players! Surely with our superior numbers--"
wtf

WTF indeed.
"NO!" Blade roared. "How many times must I remind you? They have taken dozens of hostages! If they see us making a frontal attack, the hostages will immediately be killed! Izbo and his colleagues have specifically announced--"
oh dear

Y u being so anti-climactic D:<
"Moderator!" The messenger barged into the room, wide-eyed and breathless. "It's unsafe for you to remain here! All of you! The attacks have resumed!"
______________________________________________________________________________
"Marie..."

"What do you want?"

She instantly regretted the harshness of her words, but she refused to spare even a speck of kindness to the traitor in front of her.

Cyber trudged over to the edge of the ravine, peering downwards into the abyss. At last, he turned back towards Mafie. "Forgiveness."
WUT

Tee-hee.
With that, Cyber brought his hand up in a salute, and to Cora's absolute horror, let himself fall backwards into the darkness.
WTF YOU BASTARD NOOOOO

*cackles*
REV DONT MAKE TURN YOU INTO A EUNUCH

SERIOUSLY? Not you too! Kitty's already after me in AGOD... T^T
She reached a trembling hand towards the chasm. "No..."
NOOOOOO
Emotions she had previously barred now surged forward in an uncontrollable sob. A stream slowly coursed down her cheek, and before she knew it, she began sobbing.
YOU BASTARD

Thanks. >:3
______________________________________________________________________________

Endark slammed the door open to find the bound and gagged prisoner sitting on the stone floor of the dungeon, just as Zaradi had directed him. He hurried over to the hostage and unceremoniously ripped off the gag.

Before the player could speak, however, Endark clamped a forcible hand over the straining jaw. "You will only answer my questions, and say nothing else unless directed to do so otherwise." he intoned. With that, he released his mouth, only to have the rogue player, who was red-faced from indignation, immediately splutter.

"This world will perish! The selected ten among us will be decreed by our leader!"

"Shut up," Endark growled.
Aww my bae *rubs your shoulders reassuringly*

O.o
"I will not shut up, you little brat! Izbo will prevail--"

Slit.

A knife slashed across his throat, a mere inch from the cold gateway of death. Exhaling a strangled yell, the player fell down on the stone floor. Clutching at his throat, the player gasped and recoiled under his captor's horrible gaze.
0.0

O______o
Endark squatted down to the prisoner's eye level. "I will only give you one more chance to live," he murmured quietly.
damnnn ennie
Suddenly, his hand shot out and brutally seized the captive's bloody neck. Screaming in pain, he feebly pried at the vicelike grip threatening to crush his lifeline.

Endark's usual amount of patience has decreased tenfold over the last few days, and he had spared the entirety of the remainder on this filth. Now, rage overcame his nearly limitless resolve in a single roar.
uh oh
"WHERE. IS. ANNIE?!"
WUT 0.0
I'M MISSING?
Am I ... *whispers* ... dead?

You'll find out...in chapter 14 or so. ;D

*runs*
______________________________________________________________________________

Warped clashed blades with three of the rogue players at once, sending them tumbling off the cliff with another swipe.

He had to save this world. He had to save the players.
WOOT

He charged at Izbo, who was standing before a wounded man lying on the ground.

Startled, he leader of the rogue players raised his sword from the player and turned towards Warped.
KILL HIM WARPED
(This reminds me of Maze Runner a little)

Heard of it, but never watched it/read it...
Screaming with rage, he slashed at the opposing blade with enough force to shatter the metal.

Izbo stared disbelievingly at his broken weapon, falling to his knees. Warped pointed his sword at the fallen leader.
lol

Images still flashed through his mind, and flashes of pain threatened to crumple his vision and body.
aww

A glass cage.

A surgical table soaked with blood.

A man clasping his shoulders.

A beacon of light and a rush of indescribable agony.


This world offered him a life he never had a chance to have in the real world; a world he would never have been able to experience.
poor Warped

Right in front of him was a man who wanted to destroy it all.
KILL HIM

The hundreds of players--regardless of affiliation--stared up at the cliff in awe.

His voice reverberated throughout the battlefield, cracked with emotion.

"THIS WAR...IS OVER!"
WOOT
______________________________________________________________________________

Warped: Arc II

Coming soon in January 2015

THAT'S IT?! WUT WAIT- JANUARY
BETTER BE EARLY JANUARY OR ELSE...

Erm...erm...erm...

*hides behind Warped*
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12/29/2014 11:24:38 PM
Posted: 1 year ago
At 12/29/2014 11:19:37 PM, ESocialBookworm wrote:
At 12/29/2014 11:12:09 PM, RevNge wrote:
With that, Cyber brought his hand up in a salute, and to Cora's absolute horror, let himself fall backwards into the darkness.

Super dramatic.

*kills Endark*

Hmm?
*raises knife*

Don't forget you can't kill my f*cking baby.

Dammit, I'm going to be an eunuch by the end of this arc...

I'm kidding! Don't castrate me pls T_T
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12/29/2014 11:27:16 PM
Posted: 1 year ago
At 12/29/2014 11:24:38 PM, RevNge wrote:
At 12/29/2014 11:19:37 PM, ESocialBookworm wrote:
At 12/29/2014 11:12:09 PM, RevNge wrote:
With that, Cyber brought his hand up in a salute, and to Cora's absolute horror, let himself fall backwards into the darkness.

Super dramatic.

*kills Endark*

Hmm?
*raises knife*

Don't forget you can't kill my f*cking baby.

Dammit, I'm going to be an eunuch by the end of this arc...

I'm kidding! Don't castrate me pls T_T

*gasps*
*falls onto ground*

Is... is... is my baby dead?
Solonkr~
I don't care about whether an ideology is "necessary" or not,
I care about how to solve problems,
which is what everyone else should also care about.

Ken~
In essence, the world is fucked up and you can either ignore it, become cynical or bitter about it.

Me~
"BAILEY + SOLON = SAILEY
MY SHIP SAILEY MUST SAIL"

SCREW THAT SHIZ #BANNIE = BAILEY & ANNIE

P.S. Shipped Sailey before it was cannon bitches.
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12/29/2014 11:30:37 PM
Posted: 1 year ago
At 12/29/2014 11:27:16 PM, ESocialBookworm wrote:
At 12/29/2014 11:24:38 PM, RevNge wrote:
At 12/29/2014 11:19:37 PM, ESocialBookworm wrote:
At 12/29/2014 11:12:09 PM, RevNge wrote:
With that, Cyber brought his hand up in a salute, and to Cora's absolute horror, let himself fall backwards into the darkness.

Super dramatic.

*kills Endark*

Hmm?
*raises knife*

Don't forget you can't kill my f*cking baby.

Dammit, I'm going to be an eunuch by the end of this arc...

I'm kidding! Don't castrate me pls T_T

*gasps*
*falls onto ground*

Is... is... is my baby dead?

My balls will too if he does, so no!

*runs*
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12/29/2014 11:33:53 PM
Posted: 1 year ago
At 12/29/2014 11:30:37 PM, RevNge wrote:
At 12/29/2014 11:27:16 PM, ESocialBookworm wrote:
At 12/29/2014 11:24:38 PM, RevNge wrote:
At 12/29/2014 11:19:37 PM, ESocialBookworm wrote:
At 12/29/2014 11:12:09 PM, RevNge wrote:
With that, Cyber brought his hand up in a salute, and to Cora's absolute horror, let himself fall backwards into the darkness.

Super dramatic.

*kills Endark*

Hmm?
*raises knife*

Don't forget you can't kill my f*cking baby.

Dammit, I'm going to be an eunuch by the end of this arc...

I'm kidding! Don't castrate me pls T_T

*gasps*
*falls onto ground*

Is... is... is my baby dead?

My balls will too if he does, so no!

IT'S A HE :D
YAYYYY

*runs*
*goes to ennie to discuss names*
Solonkr~
I don't care about whether an ideology is "necessary" or not,
I care about how to solve problems,
which is what everyone else should also care about.

Ken~
In essence, the world is fucked up and you can either ignore it, become cynical or bitter about it.

Me~
"BAILEY + SOLON = SAILEY
MY SHIP SAILEY MUST SAIL"

SCREW THAT SHIZ #BANNIE = BAILEY & ANNIE

P.S. Shipped Sailey before it was cannon bitches.
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12/29/2014 11:34:25 PM
Posted: 1 year ago
At 12/29/2014 11:27:16 PM, EndarkenedRationalist wrote:
We're having a boy.
What names do you like? :)
Solonkr~
I don't care about whether an ideology is "necessary" or not,
I care about how to solve problems,
which is what everyone else should also care about.

Ken~
In essence, the world is fucked up and you can either ignore it, become cynical or bitter about it.

Me~
"BAILEY + SOLON = SAILEY
MY SHIP SAILEY MUST SAIL"

SCREW THAT SHIZ #BANNIE = BAILEY & ANNIE

P.S. Shipped Sailey before it was cannon bitches.
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12/30/2014 8:49:50 AM
Posted: 1 year ago
At 12/29/2014 10:52:52 PM, RevNge wrote:
DISCLAIMER: Not all parts of this trailer will necessarily be in the second arc in the exact wording, and some segments will be left out entirely. Either way, I hope you enjoy this trailer, and make sure to stay alert for the long-awaited entrancing chapter to the second arc of Warped!

Yeah.
Alright.
______________________________________________________________________________

Far away from the city, a young man sat on a giant dome leading away from a courtyard at the center of the two locations.

I'm confused.
He was typing furiously at a console, projecting screens that contained seemingly infinite lines of coding.

Ah.
At last, he paused, scrolling over the programming, before uploading the modified version to the outside world. In around twenty-four hours, the changes would be applied.

He allowed a small grin to spread across his features.

"It's starting."

Holy CRAP. SO FREAKING EXCITED!!!!!!
______________________________________________________________________________

"Your back..."

Warped was jolted out of his thoughts as Cora continued treating his wounds. His tattered shirt was taken off to reveal the painful gashes on his back.

"Yeah, it hurts...can you heal it?"

He heard a hesitant tone to her voice. "Um...well..."

He turned around to see the large mirror reflecting the back of his body. Angry lines of scarlet were scattered around his skin, but they did not mar the giant image that bored into his mind as a familiarity.

"Isn't--" Marie murmured, "Isn't that the symbol of Mafia Online?" Sure enough, a giant eight-star tattoo was branded on Warped's back. He was dimly aware of her voice as strange memories tore through his mind. His vision wobbled.

"Oh dear God. MEDIC!" Cora shouted.
______________________________________________________________________________

Max pounded his fist on the table, somehow silencing the bickering members of the two opposing parties.

"That's enough! We can not have you all arguing with each other at this dangerous moment! Over 100 players have died in the ambush during the last two days! We don't know how players are dying inside buildings, and how the city is now being destroyed!"

Mikal protested. "As the new president, I demand that we gather all of the loyal players of DDO and crush the defectors and the toxic players! Surely with our superior numbers--"

"NO!" Blade roared. "How many times must I remind you? They have taken dozens of hostages! If they see us making a frontal attack, the hostages will immediately be killed! Izbo and his colleagues have specifically announced--"

"Moderator!" The messenger barged into the room, wide-eyed and breathless. "It's unsafe for you to remain here! All of you! The attacks have resumed!"
______________________________________________________________________________
"Marie..."

"What do you want?"

She instantly regretted the harshness of her words, but she refused to spare even a speck of kindness to the traitor in front of her.

Cyber trudged over to the edge of the ravine, peering downwards into the abyss. At last, he turned back towards Mafie. "Forgiveness."

With that, Cyber brought his hand up in a salute, and to Cora's absolute horror, let himself fall backwards into the darkness.

She reached a trembling hand towards the chasm. "No..."

Emotions she had previously barred now surged forward in an uncontrollable sob. A stream slowly coursed down her cheek, and before she knew it, she began sobbing.
______________________________________________________________________________

Endark slammed the door open to find the bound and gagged prisoner sitting on the stone floor of the dungeon, just as Zaradi had directed him. He hurried over to the hostage and unceremoniously ripped off the gag.

Before the player could speak, however, Endark clamped a forcible hand over the straining jaw. "You will only answer my questions, and say nothing else unless directed to do so otherwise." he intoned. With that, he released his mouth, only to have the rogue player, who was red-faced from indignation, immediately splutter.

"This world will perish! The selected ten among us will be decreed by our leader!"

"Shut up," Endark growled.

"I will not shut up, you little brat! Izbo will prevail--"

Slit.

A knife slashed across his throat, a mere inch from the cold gateway of death. Exhaling a strangled yell, the player fell down on the stone floor. Clutching at his throat, the player gasped and recoiled under his captor's horrible gaze.

Endark squatted down to the prisoner's eye level. "I will only give you one more chance to live," he murmured quietly.

Lord Altar? What are you doing here!!??
Suddenly, his hand shot out and brutally seized the captive's bloody neck. Screaming in pain, he feebly pried at the vicelike grip threatening to crush his lifeline.

Endark's usual amount of patience has decreased tenfold over the last few days, and he had spared the entirety of the remainder on this filth. Now, rage overcame his nearly limitless resolve in a single roar.

"WHERE. IS. ANNIE?!"

Take a chill pill bro. Annie is fine. I am 100 percent sure Rev will kill her off eventually.
______________________________________________________________________________

Warped clashed blades with three of the rogue players at once, sending them tumbling off the cliff with another swipe.

He had to save this world. He had to save the players.

He charged at Izbo, who was standing before a wounded man lying on the ground.

Startled, he leader of the rogue players raised his sword from the player and turned towards Warped.

Screaming with rage, he slashed at the opposing blade with enough force to shatter the metal.

Izbo stared disbelievingly at his broken weapon, falling to his knees. Warped pointed his sword at the fallen leader.

Images still flashed through his mind, and flashes of pain threatened to crumple his vision and body.

A glass cage.

A surgical table soaked with blood.

A man clasping his shoulders.

A beacon of light and a rush of indescribable agony.


This world offered him a life he never had a chance to have in the real world; a world he would never have been able to experience.

Right in front of him was a man who wanted to destroy it all.

The hundreds of players--regardless of affiliation--stared up at the cliff in awe.

His voice reverberated throughout the battlefield, cracked with emotion.

"THIS WAR...IS OVER!"

Warped. Because Rev wasn't a cool and badass enough of a character.
______________________________________________________________________________

Warped: Arc II

Coming soon in January 2015

I will get the popcorn. And nachos. And I will wait.

I F*CKING CANT WAIT!!!!
*nom nom nom*
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Episode 4 - They walk among us
RevNge
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12/30/2014 5:09:31 PM
Posted: 1 year ago
At 12/30/2014 8:49:50 AM, Adam_Godzilla wrote:
At 12/29/2014 10:52:52 PM, RevNge wrote:
DISCLAIMER: Not all parts of this trailer will necessarily be in the second arc in the exact wording, and some segments will be left out entirely. Either way, I hope you enjoy this trailer, and make sure to stay alert for the long-awaited entrancing chapter to the second arc of Warped!

Yeah.
Alright.

Do I sense disappointment?
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Far away from the city, a young man sat on a giant dome leading away from a courtyard at the center of the two locations.

I'm confused.
He was typing furiously at a console, projecting screens that contained seemingly infinite lines of coding.

Ah.

*pats Adam on the head*
At last, he paused, scrolling over the programming, before uploading the modified version to the outside world. In around twenty-four hours, the changes would be applied.

He allowed a small grin to spread across his features.

"It's starting."

Holy CRAP. SO FREAKING EXCITED!!!!!!

Awh, thanks. :3
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"Your back..."

Warped was jolted out of his thoughts as Cora continued treating his wounds. His tattered shirt was taken off to reveal the painful gashes on his back.

"Yeah, it hurts...can you heal it?"

He heard a hesitant tone to her voice. "Um...well..."

He turned around to see the large mirror reflecting the back of his body. Angry lines of scarlet were scattered around his skin, but they did not mar the giant image that bored into his mind as a familiarity.

"Isn't--" Marie murmured, "Isn't that the symbol of Mafia Online?" Sure enough, a giant eight-star tattoo was branded on Warped's back. He was dimly aware of her voice as strange memories tore through his mind. His vision wobbled.

"Oh dear God. MEDIC!" Cora shouted.
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Max pounded his fist on the table, somehow silencing the bickering members of the two opposing parties.

"That's enough! We can not have you all arguing with each other at this dangerous moment! Over 100 players have died in the ambush during the last two days! We don't know how players are dying inside buildings, and how the city is now being destroyed!"

Mikal protested. "As the new president, I demand that we gather all of the loyal players of DDO and crush the defectors and the toxic players! Surely with our superior numbers--"

"NO!" Blade roared. "How many times must I remind you? They have taken dozens of hostages! If they see us making a frontal attack, the hostages will immediately be killed! Izbo and his colleagues have specifically announced--"

"Moderator!" The messenger barged into the room, wide-eyed and breathless. "It's unsafe for you to remain here! All of you! The attacks have resumed!"
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"Marie..."

"What do you want?"

She instantly regretted the harshness of her words, but she refused to spare even a speck of kindness to the traitor in front of her.

Cyber trudged over to the edge of the ravine, peering downwards into the abyss. At last, he turned back towards Mafie. "Forgiveness."

With that, Cyber brought his hand up in a salute, and to Cora's absolute horror, let himself fall backwards into the darkness.

She reached a trembling hand towards the chasm. "No..."

Emotions she had previously barred now surged forward in an uncontrollable sob. A stream slowly coursed down her cheek, and before she knew it, she began sobbing.
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Endark slammed the door open to find the bound and gagged prisoner sitting on the stone floor of the dungeon, just as Zaradi had directed him. He hurried over to the hostage and unceremoniously ripped off the gag.

Before the player could speak, however, Endark clamped a forcible hand over the straining jaw. "You will only answer my questions, and say nothing else unless directed to do so otherwise." he intoned. With that, he released his mouth, only to have the rogue player, who was red-faced from indignation, immediately splutter.

"This world will perish! The selected ten among us will be decreed by our leader!"

"Shut up," Endark growled.

"I will not shut up, you little brat! Izbo will prevail--"

Slit.

A knife slashed across his throat, a mere inch from the cold gateway of death. Exhaling a strangled yell, the player fell down on the stone floor. Clutching at his throat, the player gasped and recoiled under his captor's horrible gaze.

Endark squatted down to the prisoner's eye level. "I will only give you one more chance to live," he murmured quietly.

Lord Altar? What are you doing here!!??

roflmao
Suddenly, his hand shot out and brutally seized the captive's bloody neck. Screaming in pain, he feebly pried at the vicelike grip threatening to crush his lifeline.

Endark's usual amount of patience has decreased tenfold over the last few days, and he had spared the entirety of the remainder on this filth. Now, rage overcame his nearly limitless resolve in a single roar.

"WHERE. IS. ANNIE?!"

Take a chill pill bro. Annie is fine. I am 100 percent sure Rev will kill her off eventually.

At least someone here understands...
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Warped clashed blades with three of the rogue players at once, sending them tumbling off the cliff with another swipe.

He had to save this world. He had to save the players.

He charged at Izbo, who was standing before a wounded man lying on the ground.

Startled, he leader of the rogue players raised his sword from the player and turned towards Warped.

Screaming with rage, he slashed at the opposing blade with enough force to shatter the metal.

Izbo stared disbelievingly at his broken weapon, falling to his knees. Warped pointed his sword at the fallen leader.

Images still flashed through his mind, and flashes of pain threatened to crumple his vision and body.

A glass cage.

A surgical table soaked with blood.

A man clasping his shoulders.

A beacon of light and a rush of indescribable agony.


This world offered him a life he never had a chance to have in the real world; a world he would never have been able to experience.

Right in front of him was a man who wanted to destroy it all.

The hundreds of players--regardless of affiliation--stared up at the cliff in awe.

His voice reverberated throughout the battlefield, cracked with emotion.

"THIS WAR...IS OVER!"

Warped. Because Rev wasn't a cool and badass enough of a character.

What'd you say about me, bruh?
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Warped: Arc II

Coming soon in January 2015

I will get the popcorn. And nachos. And I will wait.

*takes some popcorn and nachos*
*munches happily*
I F*CKING CANT WAIT!!!!
*nom nom nom*

*realizes January is only two days away*

Aww....fvck.