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Yayz :D

 

 

lol.

 

1900th post btw (by the way).

 

:D

 

Metallica/Lyfe' date=' you can stop making the remake now.

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Not that I don't find that video awesome, I think he's referring to an LP of Phoenix Wright 2 I am doing with a friend.

 

I'm thinking of making a YCMmafia set. If you want a specific picture for your card, send it to me (via link)

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NOTE: DO NOT DELETE POSTS OR YOU WILL BE BANNED!

 

The War has Begun!

The War has Begun!

 

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OOC/App thread

http://forum.yugiohcardmaker.net/thread-204656.html

 

This is the fruition of the Club Leaders' date=' Nexev, and the Organization's War on Club Pikachu. The war will be raged for many a day, and will take many lives. Are you up for it?

 

[spoiler=Plot']War, many of them were avoidable, caused merely by petty desires and wishes.

 

This one wasn’t.

 

It all started between at the conclusion of the Fake Type wars, while the war ended from infighting within one group, it was confirmed that members of both the Organization and the Club had their fingers in the warring sides. As such, the conclusion left several members of reputable rank bitter, causing what many would call a Cold War between Club Pikachu and Organization XIII.

 

It didn’t take long for the war to hit boiling point however.

 

Who would have thought one of the Stickers, those powerful artifacts giving groups powers and prominence beyond those normally imaginable, were lying around the Club, hidden and alone.

 

If that was it maybe the whole thing would have been avoided, however it didn’t end there. Postal, that miracle drug that increases strength and magic, this is a heavily regulated resource, a person must report the amount of potential postage found within the requested area before harvesting it, this way the world leaders known as Mods can decide on how much to tax you.

 

However, as Nexev discovered, Club Pikachu is lying on a Postage mine 12 times the size they officially reported. Such an act meant that a large amount of the postage means that if one captured the mine, it will not be technically a theft of resources, as officially, the resource wasn’t there.

 

 

Nexev quickly alerted the Organization like the lovable snitch he is. Zexaeon wasted no mobilizing troops to… “acquire” the mines.

 

Then things escalated, realizing they couldn’t sell any of the black market postage legally, Nexev enlisted the famous crime group Team Rocket as both hired muscle and a fence operator (taking hot goods and selling them on a legal front), this way the postage could be distributed to several or Rockets dummy clubs and then sold legally.

 

Then General Zexaeon was imprisoned for disobeying the Treaty of Guilds. This merely whipped the Organization to a vengefull frenzy. Despite Sergent Skuldur’s pleas, war was inevitable.

 

The famous acting troupe RP 820 engaged in hostility soon after. Club Pikachu was harboring a former member and a wanted criminal among their trope, the famous Shadow Zero, seeing an opportunity to finally execute him. RP 820 mounted a direct offensive against the club.

 

The chibi knights, seeking glory among battle, joined Club Pikachu, hoping to gain fame as the one to turn this wars tide.

 

A small time later, the Writers Arena also joined the Organization. They were seeking to use the pokemon blood to manufacture the high quality inktazooka praised for it’s ability to destroy writer’s block.

 

And so begins one of he most bloody battle in YCM history. The siege of Club Pikachu.

 

Stardust is a specialty metal compromised of specially irradiated Postage smelted into iron. It got it's name for making the metal black as the nut but having glittering white specs within it, like stars. Also how the metal is covered in dust when it comes out of the forge.

 

The force is renowned as the only group able to properly manufacture the material, and the material renowned for it's powers at nullifing magical energy. However due to the rising cost of Postage, the material is too expensive for most people to buy.

 

Stardust force wants the Postage mine to make Stardust cheap, leading to a massive profit. As such they joined Pikachu, expecting a percentage of the mines.

 

VAmpire Club is composed mainly of the remnants of the FTK, cursed after having their blood spilled by their own. Forced to walk among the living, they seek rest through the death of their enemy and traitor.

 

With the traitor being the head of Chibi Knights and Pikachu being a general in the FTR, there target became painfully clear.

 

The Akatsuki are primarily a mercany gang hired by Darklink with the promise of a large portion of the Postage mines, Club Pikachu is unaware of the transaction however.

 

[spoiler=Rules]

I: YCM rules

II: NO Godmodding

III: Obey the Leaders: Phantom Roxas, Pikachu, Marsuvees Black, Twig, Nexev, and Ice.

IV: Make sure to add to the story somehow

V: Always do what your Club's Leader(s) dictate.

VI: Obey the Leader of your Affiliation. (Pikachu, Enrise, and Skuldur OR Phantom Roxas, Zexaeon, and Larxene)

VII: On the app, make appearance a color

VIII: Do not post an app unless your Club is in the war.

IX: NO Godmodding. Yes, this needs to be said twice.

X: 4+ LINES of text, not sentences. Shortposting will get a warning, and then banning from the RP.

XI: Don't argue with the Leaders.

XII: Kill all you can.

XIII: Have Fun.

IXV: There must be 3 members in between each of your posts. So, like this-

Member A

B

C

D

A

 

 

 

[spoiler=Power Ranks, S to E]

Rank S: Phantom Roxas and Pikachu.

 

Rank A: Marsuvees Black (+ProtoMachineKing), Skuldur, Zeonark, Nexev, and Enrise

 

Rank B: Elite members of Club Pikachu and Orginazation XIII. Co-leaders/Leaders of the other clubs.

 

Rank C: New/Basic Organization and Pikachu characters. Second highest ranked members of other clubs (EX: Andx and Jake the Sage, Admins of R.P.820).

 

Rank D: Elite members of other clubs.

 

Rank E: All others.

 

 

 

[spoiler=Clubs, Members, and Sides]

Organization XIII:

[spoiler=Organization XIII]

Le Créateur

Nexev

Zeonark

Phantom Roxas

Akira Udou

 

 

[spoiler=R.P.820]

Marsuvees Black

Jake the Sage

ProtoMachineKing

-Genesis-

Andx

Tempest Dahlia (Joins today)

Yugiohblaze

Christian Exodia

Remnants

PrimalFear

 

 

[spoiler=The Writer's Arena]

Twig

 

 

[spoiler=Team Rocket]

Clair

Ice

Euryalus

DarkMark

Dark

 

 

[spoiler=The Digimon Tamer Union]

Brokenheart15

The Dragon Duelist

 

 

 

Club Pikachu:

[spoiler=Club Pikachu]

Pikachu

Enrise

King Matrix

Deadly Beauty

Shadow Zero

Rozsudek

Shradow

Christmas Tree

 

 

[spoiler=Chibi Knights]

Ikatsui

Darklink401

Magnet

Deustodo

 

 

[spoiler=Akatsuki of YCM]

N/A

 

 

[spoiler=Stardust Force]

~Oleon~

Striker9211

Daily News

Night Walker

Queen of Broken Hearts

 

 

[spoiler=Elite Force Dragon Club]

Bassa

 

 

[spoiler=Planet Namek - The Original and Official Dragonball Fan Club]

 

 

Prey:

[spoiler=Vampire Club]

Prince Bel

Lord JZ of the Enigma

Donovyn Mikara Gerra

Aqua Girl

JadenxAtemYAOI

 

 

 

 

[spoiler=Casualties/Prisoners]

 

Casualties have a bold C, and prisoners a bold P

 

Organization XIII:

ProtoMachineKing C

 

Club Pikachu:

Ikatsui C

Rozsudek C

War Torn (Striker) P

~Oleon~ C

 

 

 

 

BANNED LIST:

Ikatsui

Striker

Oleon

 

 

 

A Side note: A Side may only have one more Clubs than the other side. As such, you may NOT apply for the Organiztion, for now.

 

Now, BEGIN!

 

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Hmm...Interesting.

 

Well' date=' if I had to choose between the two of them...

 

Club Pikachu > Organization XIII

 

But it seems like Pikachu has more alliances. However, they have more casualties.

 

CLUB PIKACHU ALL TEH WAYZ.

 

BUT DE STUPID RULES....

 

LES DO DIS GAIZ.

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YS. LEZ DOI IT.

 

Club Pikachu, will probably win. Pikachu vs PR ending?

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*Carrying loads of guns and other weaponry*

Huh? War? ... I'm gonna need more guns

 

I've got you covered.

 

*shows huge truck full of ammo' date=' guns, and grenade launchers.

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Guys, it's a war here <.< Not A FIGHT! WE NEEDZ MOOOAR!

 

And there's a problem.

 

I don't feel like Roleplaying.

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*Carrying loads of guns and other weaponry*

Huh? War? ... I'm gonna need more guns

 

I've got you covered.

 

*shows huge truck full of ammo' date=' guns, and grenade launchers.

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Guys, it's a war here <.< Not A FIGHT! WE NEEDZ MOOOAR!

 

And there's a problem.

 

I don't feel like Roleplaying.

 

D:

 

What are we going to do now? I barely know how to RolePlay (I know the concept and rules).

 

*shows a amount of guns and ammo that can cover the earth*

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*Carrying loads of guns and other weaponry*

Huh? War? ... I'm gonna need more guns

 

I've got you covered.

 

*shows huge truck full of ammo' date=' guns, and grenade launchers.

[/quote']

 

Guys, it's a war here <.< Not A FIGHT! WE NEEDZ MOOOAR!

 

And there's a problem.

 

I don't feel like Roleplaying.

 

D:

 

What are we going to do now? I barely know how to RolePlay (I know the concept and rules).

 

*shows a amount of guns and ammo that can cover the earth*

 

Despite the fact that we do something similar all the time?

Oh, and I wrote a story. This is what I've got so far...

 

[spoiler=The Mafia]

Chapter 1- Calling of the Big 7

 

Rain pounded against the roof of the black limo, noticeably loud, but conversation was still possible. Six men were sitting in the back; four with shaven heads, concealing sunglasses, garbed in black and white suits, and Bluetooth phones. One of the other two men, dressed in a completely black suit with a dark purple tie, sat staring. His cold eyes reflected his worried thoughts from beneath his slick, dark hair. His hands vacantly caressed the Desert Eagle tucked into the holster at his side.

 

The last man seemed the most relaxed. A grin stretched across his face as he watched the world moving by outside the car. He was dressed in a black suit, matching that of the other five men yet more elegant. His white hair curled about his head as the girls around each arm teased it. His white teeth glinted in the faint light. “Why are you so worried, Lyfe?” He asked the man with the purple tie.

 

“Do you realize what has happened?” Lyfe’s voice was shakey, belying his otherwise cool demeanor. “People under our protection, people that expect us to keep them alive, have been hunted down like animals. We’re on the verge of loosing all our territory!”

 

The white-haired man’s face grew grim. “I know very well what has happened to those people,” he said with a slight snarl. “I know very well that families have been broken apart, if not totally killed.” He slid one arm from around a girl and pulled out a cell phone. He cycled through the contacts until he reached the name “Prometheus”. “Do you want to talk to him,” he said, holding his phone out to Lyfe, “or should I?”

 

“You’re the boss,” Lyfe said, shrugging. “Besides, does he ever listen to me?”

 

The White-Haired man chuckled. “I guess you’re right. That guy never seems to listen to his peers.” The phone rang three times. “Hey, Prome, it’s Omega.” The White-Haired man put the phone on speaker.

 

“-ir. Who else is with you?”

 

“Just Lyfe and four guards. And even that seems overkill with Lyfe on board.”

 

Prometheus laughed from the other end. “You can’t be too carefull now. After what happened yesterday, you’ll have regular folk after your head in addition to other families.”

 

“Have you talked with any of the others?” Lyfe asked the phone.

 

“Only Demon. Laufer, Scarlet, Christian, and Thanatos aren’t answering.”

 

“That’s because no one wants to talk to an ass like you,” Lyfe said, grinning to himself.

 

“Big man, saying that over the phone.” Prometheus’ tone was obviously angry.

 

“Would you two settle down? You can bicker when we get back to the house,” the white-haired man said.

 

“Sorry, Omega sir,” Lyfe and Prometheus said in almost unison, prompting snide comments from both parties.

 

Omega sighed. Those two had been competing with each other since they joined this little organization he had started years ago. It still wasn’t uncommon for them to pull a gun. But no matter how annoying it became, their rivalry added a bit of fun to the rather depressing life they led. It also drove both of them to put all they could into out doing each other.

 

About an hour later they pulled up to the house. It was the sprawling kind with three floors and about a mile of driveway. The neatly trimmed lawns essentially proved how much money Omega had at his disposal. Of course, his closest allies were welcome to live there as well since such a big isolated house did become lonesome. Prometheus was standing before the front door as the car pulled through the roundabout driveway. The balcony above kept most of the rain of him, but he held an umbrella nonetheless. He wore a completely black suit with a maroon tie. His long dark hair partially hid his eyes like his posture kept his emotions undisclosed. Upon seeing this, Lyfe’s face grew blank and unemotional. Omega sighed. They even competed at being professional…

 

Lyfe walked directly to Prometheus, ignoring Omega’s offer of an umbrella. They stood there for a moment, emotionless and still. There was nary a four inch gap between their noses. Suddenly, Lyfe threw a punch at Prometheus who quickly ducked out of the way while dealing one of his own. Lyfe caught this with his palm and kicked out at Prometheus’s side. He took the kick, drawing out a combat knife from within his coat. Lyfe pulled out his pistol and blocked Prometheus’ knife as it came slashing across towards his chest. Lyfe tried tilting the gun, braced against the knife’s blade, to aim at Prometheus’ face. The sight was lined up. Lyfe could end the life of this man if he wanted to. That’s when he felt the blade shift and the barrel of a revolver pressed to his temple. “You know,” Prometheus said, an almost insane grin upon his face, “a shot to the head can cause muscle spasms in other parts of the body. Especially in the finer motor department.” He looked right into Lyfe’s eys.

 

“Are you two done with your little pissing contest?” Omega said, clearly annoyed. Both fighters holstered their weapons, grumbling about not being able to end anything, and refusing to look at each other. “If you two were any more alike,” Omega said, stroking his chin, “I’d say you were brothers.”

 

“Like hell I’d be related to a worthless piece of sheet like him,” they said in unison.

 

~I{}I~

 

After a few minutes, they heard shuffling down the stairs. It was a man with bed head and a robe loosely covering his pajamas. His face had the hints of a scraggly beard, and his body was large and powerful. Despite his sleepy look, heavy bags where under his eyes.

 

“Ah, Laufer,” Omega said, tilting his head back slightly. “About time you woke up. Stay up with a lady?” Prometheus laughed at this.

 

“Laufer? He couldn’t get a hooker,” he grinned maliciously.

 

Laufer ran up and kicked Prometheus straight in the face, knocking him over in his chair. Landing on one knee digging into Prometheus’ chest, Laufer landed three square punches. He stood up and kicked Prometheus once in the head. Wiping blood from this hands, Laufer walked over and sat on the sofa next to Omega, muttering something along the lines of “jabroni”.

“So…” Omega grinned and clapped his hands, “Now that Prometheus is unconscious, why don’t we discuss our plan of attack?”

 

Laufer pulled out a cigarette and lit it. “So what exactly happened? All I’ve heard is a lot of people are dead.”

 

Lyfe took off his sunglasses. “Five hours ago, someone attacked a good 60 percent of our territory was attacked. But the thing is, it was only civilians. No one in the inner family was even aware of this until after it happened. About 300 people under our protection are dead.”

 

There was a short pause. Prometheus moaned a little. “So…” Laufer stood up and started walking towards the stairs, “do we have any idea of who did it?”

 

“No,” Omega’s demeanor had become very stern and steely, “We have found no hint on the culprit. Even cops are baffled.”

 

Laufer walked over to the bar and poured himself a drink. “So no one’s claiming this prize?” He sat back down in his seat. “It seems odd that someone would keep this much damage to our organization under wraps. If you want, I can look into the other families.”

 

“That would be quite welcome,” Omega leaned back.

 

The door to the parlor slammed open and four men strode in. They each were dressed in suits matching Prometheus’ and Lyfe’s, except for the ties. Instead, they had red, white, black, and blue ones. The one with the red tie strode forward and knelt before Omega. “I’m sorry we where late, sir,” he said.

 

“Scarlet,” Omega chuckled, “you really need to lighten up. Nothing bad happened for you getting here at your own pace.”

 

The four men settled down in their own seats, circumventing Prometheus. The one with the white tie sat next to Laufer. “So how’s the network?” the man with the white tie asked. “Wouldn’t this attack basically destroy it?”

 

“Shut up, Christian,” Laufer took a long drink. “You know damn well my network extends beyond the protected.”

 

Prometheus moaned and slid out of the upturned chair. “Good morning, sunshine,” he said with a slight slur. He still looked dazed.

 

Immediately, Christian grabbed the glass out of Laufer’s hand and hurled it at Prometheus’ head. Prometheus barely managed to duck out of the way and the glass smashed against the far wall, splashing rum all over it. “He~y,” Omega said, indignantly, “if you’re going to destroy my stuff, do it where it won’t ruin my walls too.”

 

Prometheus stood up fully, bracing himself against the wall. Blood started trickling from his nose. “Goddammit, Laufer,” he muttered to himself. “And are you still mad about that?” he yelled at Christian.

 

“Beyond all reason,” Christian said, eyes closed and brow furrowed.

 

The man in the blue tie stood up. “So, do we have a plan?”

 

“Sit your ass down, Thanatos,” the man in the black tie said.

 

“Yeah,” Prometheus piped in, “listen to Demon. He’ll kick your ass if you don’t.”

 

“You don’t listen to him all the time,” Thanatos said, sitting back next to Omega. “What’s keeping you alive?”

 

“Because then,” Prometheus held up his index finger to prove a point, “it would be the ‘Big Six’, and that sounds retarded.”

 

“So can we get on with this?” Omega was clearly annoyed. “Any ideas?”

 

“I declare we hunt the bastards down” Prometheus pulled out his revolver.

 

Laufer laughed. “Alas, a hint of a good idea from our friend here. Answer me this,” he leaned back in his seat, “who are we going to hunt down?”

 

“Ah… uh… hm.” Prometheus was at loss for words. “Well… you don’t know?” He started laughing at this comment. “I guess you’re intel network just isn’t good enough, huh Luafer?” Prometheus fell to the floor laughing.

 

“You find your own jokes too funny.” Demon said.

 

 

 

I'm stuck here though (obviously, it's just a rough draft)

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