YCM: The Roleplay

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[spoiler=Intro]How foolish we were to think it wouldn't eventually happen...

Each world has a creator, believe them to be a god or not. The creators await the arrival of the populace, and attend to their every need. Some become so contented that they stay and make a home on their world. These worlds last forever.

Other worlds, however, may be left unnoticed, or even abandoned. These worlds are lost, adrift in the void some call the Internet.

But the worst fate a world can suffer is when the creator decides to end the world with his own hands. The worlds slowly disintegrates, at first at a very slow pace, but increasing to a speed where entire cities could be gone in minutes. Whoever is on the world when it starts to fade mysteriously can't leave.

However, a creator can choose to save his subject, but such generosities are virtually nonexistent in our multiverse.

Our world is fondly labeled YCM, from its main tourist attraction, the Yu-Gi-Oh! Card Maker. YCM is somewhere on the precipice of popularity and obscurity. While usually active areas have become somewhat dull, many citizens are confident in their safety. YCMaker wouldn't destroy his world...

...would he?[/spoiler]

[spoiler=Rules]•All YCM Rules apply.
•No flaming or trolling IC-wise. Meaning your posts can't involve you trolling or flaming others.
•No God-Moding, Powerplaying, etc., etc..
•No death or major plot twists without consent.
•In IC, respect mods like you would around the forum.
•My word is LAW. (Fader's, too.)
•HAVE FUN![/spoiler]

[spoiler=Transliterations UPDATED]•PMs are done with a small cellphone-like device that everyone has.
•Forums are cities.
•(Most)Threads are buildings. Depending on the thread, the type of building may change. Examples: The Avatar Arena would be an actual arena. The Trio of DEF would be a theatre. The YCM Secret Santa, however, would simply be an event.
•Mods are the law. One word: ruh-SPEKT.
•YCMaker is the creator. Falling Pizza is the heir. No, Falling Pizza can't choose to save the world.
•The card maker is a giant tower in the middle of the General [s]Section[/s]City. It serves the same function as it does here: To make fake cards from a Childrens Card Game Franchise. By the way...
•Subsections, like Polls or OoC, are districts.
•Points are money. Go figure.
•Reps are nothing. Really. NOTHING.
•The report button is the same as dialing 911, except to a lesser degree of severity.
•Noobs are simply people who really deserve the Darwin Award. Ignore them.
•There are two ways to get to another world(site): By ship or by a teleporter near the Card Maker Tower.
•The Status Update Bar is a recreational area.

That's pretty much it. If I forgot something, I'll put it up later.[/spoiler]

[spoiler=Starting Places (PLEASE READ)]The following people should be doing the following things for their first post. I'll lead you from there.
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[b]Fader[/b] and [b]Jolta[/b] are reaching the final moments of their 1v1, and [b]Mr Spaz[/b] is the last voter.

[b]White Hollow[/b] and [b]ty9239[/b] are brutally judging a card [b]Chaos Sonic[/b] made in RC.

[b]The CandyMan[/b], [b]6-Shot Finale[/b], and [b]Atman (me :D)[/b] have gotten into another 2 v 1 battle in the Status Update area, and 6-Shot is losing (it's me and Serenity Versus 6-Shot). [b]PikaPerson[/b] and [b]FTW[/b] is watching them for teh lulz, and, for PikaPerson, also because YCMaker is starting to enforce a 'no flaming/trolling' rule in that area.

[b]King.[/b] is about to re-open the VIP Lounge. [b]ProtoMachineEmperor[/b] comes across him and is thinking about joining.

[b]Nazo[/b] and [b]Obsidian[/b] are making cards in the Card Maker Tower.

[b]Professor Layton[/b], [b]Dementuo[/b], and [b]Ice[/b] are in RP.820, and are about to head for the teleporters near the Card Maker Tower (to go to whatever site you want.)

[size="5"][color="#FF0000"]BTW: Natural Disasters are occurring more and more frequently, although, none have been too serious yet.

The RP is going to start a tad bit slow, but don't worry, it'll pick up the pace really quickly.[/color][/size][/spoiler]

[b]ONE MORE THING: Although not mandatory, I would suggest subscribing to this thread in order to maintain activity.[/b]

[Super Chaos Sonic]

Chaos Sonic was standing in the Card Maker Tower, waiting to hear the judgment on his newly created card. [i]Come on, please let this one have a good rating![/i] he thought to himself as he looked at White Hollow and then at Ty9239. [i]I know its been a while since I've made cards, but please for heaven's sake....give me a good rating!![/i] He took a deep breath and then exhaled. He raised his head and looked straight at White Hollow and said,"Whatever rating you two decide to give, I'll accept it and try harder to correct it."

[spoiler=Chaos' Created Card][img]http://img251.imageshack.us/img251/7438/85176w.jpg[/img][/spoiler]

[Serenity the Candyman]

Serenity began examining Martha, seeing if any scratches on the blade itself. Looking around to see if Atman was around for a surprise attack, he faced 6-Shot, Martha pointing towards his heart. "6, it seems your time here is coming to a close..." Serenity said, smiling at 6. "Its a shame too. I was having so much fun but everything has to come to a close of course. Martha, lets shows 6 the real meaning of Death."

[Proto]

Nearby the Clubs section, a man with no face, should be dead, and a particularly dashing suit began feeling a dance coming on. "Daisy, Daisy give me your answer too, I'm half-crazy all for the love for you~" The man began prancing around the Clubs, blinding everyone who laid their eyes on the member. "It won't be a stylish marriage, I can't afford a carriage~" Proto continued firing off green beams of light into every building in his sight. "But you'll look so sweet~" Proto then saw a young member, not even two stars, wander outside and yell at him. "Upon the seat~" Proto began charging a blast of green text. "Of a bicycle built for two~" Proto firing the beam, hitting the young member right between the eyes, he likely wouldn't be able to see for months, if ever. "Now wasn't that a nice song?" No reply came back, Proto dismissed that they were in awe of his masterful singing talent, that usually happens when he tries to show off on this sort of thing.

[Desu the Blue Nerd]

Michael was gripping his side from an injury he had suffered only a few minutes before. Cuts were everywhere on him from attacks he'd only narrowly avoided. His grip on his bat loosened as the blood dripped down from his arm. There was blood all over the place. Only a small amount of it was his though. "Heh. So how man times have I killed you so far candyman? 47 times? Or was it 55? I lost track at the 32nd." He was only trying to stall for time as his nanobots healed his body although they couldn't do to much a little was all he wanted. Of course he didn't forget about his other opponent. Michael tightened the grip on his bat ready for anything to happen.

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"What's wrong, Finale?" Atman said, as he faded in from invisibility, with the Requiem 6-Shot had ironically manufactured himself pointed at his neck, "getting weak? Well, our battle is far from over, so you'll just have to take it," he said, as he teleported behind 6-Shot and attempted to slash his back. He was prepared to jump back and fire a few bullets should his attack miss.

[FTW (For The Wynn)]

Wynn continues to watch from afar. "I do so love a good match, and this is about as good as it gets," he said to no one in particular. "I bet that Atman will win overall after Serenity goes rogue. It seems like the endgame is near. I wonder how this is going to end. 6-Shot is a good opponent, he might be able to make a turnover. However, it all depends on these next few moves. I predict this game will end soon," he said as he returned to his seat, feeling an ominous tension in the air that maybe something was about to happen.

[Serenity the Candyman]

"Atman! Good to see you. Glad you could Join us." Serenity said, nodding towards Atman. Facing back at 6, his face continued to smile with happiness as he happily began to answer 6's question. "Does it really matter how times I have died? Death is but the next great adventure and you should be worrying about that, not me. On another note, I think it is time for me to leave...I know it has been a short time we have spent together. So Good Night 6..." With this being said, he launched Martha at 6.

[Limited Edition KING]

[font="Verdana"][b]Thomas King was inside his brand new V.I.P Lounge making some final adjustments to make sure that every thing inside the lounge looked absolutely symmetrical which should leave the guests in awe of such beautiful surroundings. Thomas had a ruler in his mouth and tape measure in his hand doing some final measurements to make sure everything was symmetrical and in line. 'This bench is 88 centimeters wide and 88 centimeters in height. Perfect.' He thought and smiled and walked over to some cupboards which contained items used for parties. He opened them and peered inside "88 Glasses to go along with 88 bottles of drink. Perfect." He said and smiled as he closed the cupboard and examined the artwork of it. "The image on the cupboard is split in perfect symmetry. Perfect." He said and felt the texture. "No bumps along the surface either which feels absolutely splendid." Thomas smiled as he walked towards the exit. "Well I guess it's time to let the guests inside for the party to begin!" Thomas smiled and made some final adjustments to his clothing to make sure he looked nice for the guests. He opened the doors of his lounge and his jaw dropped straight to the ground as he saw there were no people in line waiting to party in his lounge. "WHAT THE HELL? WHERE IS EVERYBODY?" Thomas shouted clenching his fists he's clearly mad that no one showed up as he expected a huge amount of guests ready to party especially since it was new years eve.[/b][/font]

[Mr. Hyde]

Nazo had finally made a new adition to the set he had been creating. "Mastery. the Mast' is finally done....I didn't know what i was going to with his effect...i really don't like the way it turned out...but the picture's alright i guess." he smiled. He had drawn the picture himself and was very proud. He was getting better at drawing on paint...although he didn't think this much of an accomplishment. He wondered what was he was going to do today. He then shrugged and lounged around the tower.

[Desu the Blue Nerd]

A small smirk came across Michael's face. He thought to himself, "[i]Idiots are so predictable.[/i]" A gas grenade appeared in his hand and as he jumped out of the way of the two attacks he threw the flash at the meeting place of the two attacks. When the two blades cut into the gas grenade a large amount of smoke came out. Michael used this chance to get some distance from the two. He dropped his bat so that he wouldn't be slowed down. As he got behind a pillar the smoke dissappeared. Gloves teleported onto him. "[i]With these I have a fighting chance.[/i]" A pistol appeared in his right hand and a knife in his left.

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"What the--" Atman was properly censored by Serenity's blade, Martha, being knocked into him after the smoke bomb had blown. Atman stagger a moment, and knocked Martha into the ground. He quickly cast Sight on himself and began mentally searching the area for 6-Shot. After finding him, he fazed into the ground with the Requiem in gun-mode. He appeared behind the hiding 6-Shot and fired a few rounds aimed at his head.

[Serenity the Candyman]

"I should have known..." Serenity said as he picked up Martha and put her under his robes. "6, that wasnt playing fair, you know." Watching Atman, he noticed he disappeared from the Area. [i]No matter. 6 will be found once again. When that happens...[/i] Serenity thought with a smile. So with this in mind, Serenity began walking across the fields of the Status Bar. If anything, 6 would find him and kill him again. Not that he got tired of that, but still.

[Desu the Blue Nerd]

As the bullets bounced off him he knew that this was his chance. He sprinted at top speed to Atman firing off some rounds at him. His aim was worsened by some bullets that came in and bounced off his eyes which still stung like h***. Those weren't normal rounds though. The gloves Michael was wearing really had the ability to send off electromagnetic energy the glove or any weapon he was holding. Including the ammo in a gun. The electromagnetic energy allowed for physical contact with ghosts via the ectoplasm they're made out of. When his clip was emptied he just threw it hoping to get him distracted for at least a second for his next desperation move.

[Catterjune]

After patrolling the area, examining the lands of the TCG section, she finally arrived towards the central area. A raise of an eyebrow from the TCG mod as she watched the three organizing an over the top fight in the Status Bar area. However, this would clearly not stand. Three people monopolizing a public area? How incredibly rude and distasteful.

Two fingers in a "peace sign" were inserted into her mouth before she blew out air, whistling.

"Hey idiots! What the hell do you think you're doing?" A notable tone of impatience in the young lady's voice, and a serious scowl stretched on her face.

[Desu the Blue Nerd]

The whistle made Michael lose any and all concentration he had causing him to trip over absolutely nothing and the knife to go flying into a nearby wall. "Ow ow ow. Falling on my face hurts..." Michael sat up and got into a pretzel legged position. He looked into the direction of the whistle to see who it was to dare interfere with his fight. His face went ghost white when he saw her. "Oh s***. It's a mod!" Michael knew she was a mod but not exactly for what since the districts he went to were actually very low. Michael made a peace sign and did a cheesy smile hoping she'd show some mercy.

[CrystalCyae]

Obsidian sighed. "C'mon, I need a picture!" She muttered. She glanced at her half finished Card, Pokemon #1 - Bulbasaur. She'd been trying to get a card image, but she couldn't find one with a background. And using Photoshop to give it one was out of the question. She didn't even know how to use it. Not to mention she didn't have access to it at this point in time. And probably never would. Photoshop wasin some other random place outside YCM. And she wasn't treking all that way to get to something she couldn't even use properly. "Maybe I should give up and go back to FanFic City, and go back to OOC District. Or the Roleplay District. Something. Or even the Jolteon Clan in the Clubs and Organizations District!" She groaned. But she couldn't. She'd told herself she was going to make a Pokemon set, images or no. But only having one card in the process of about a fortnight was terrible. Considering she spent all her free time in the Roleplay Districts. And that she'd found time to make cards for a contest...... She was hopeless. Get told to make it, she 'd make it. Decide to make it, won't do it. But life isn't fair these days.

[Serenity the Candyman]

[i]Strange...After the Shots rang out, A whistling sound? I must go investigate. [/i] With this, Serenity open his robes to have his back of his shoulders revealed. Focusing on his shoulders, a growth was forming on each shoulder. After 3 minutes, the growths became huge, feather-like wings. Taking one of the feathers, Serenity licked it. [i]Orange flavor candy, my favorite...[/i]With this, he jumped into the sky, heading for the source of the whistle. In the Air, he saw 6 and Atman and landed. [i]What the?! What is with 6 ?[/i] "Atman, why have you stopped? He has let his guard down."

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"Shuddup, Serenity." Atman, throwing glances at the mod so Serenity would notice her. Atman turned to the mod and forced a smile. He eyed the hammer around her belt. He had to think of an excuse, and fast. "Umm, we were...," he started looking around for an idea. Off on the horizon, he could see the faint outline of Roleplay City. "We were... practicing for.. this new Roleplay we're preparing... Yea! We were just practicing this battle system we were going to employ. And besides, what harm could come from a little fight. There's not that many people here. Just some harmless fun, right?" He continued smiling, and jabbed 6-Shot and Serenity with his elbows simultaneously, signaling them to play along.

[Serenity the Candyman]

"Atman, who are....?!" Serenity said he watched Atman's motions.[i]A mod, here no less. It seems our actions were found out after all.[/i] After catching Atman's hints to Roleplay City, he said to the mod, "Yes indeed. We figured that it would be best to practice here since lately the area has been overall empty of members...And no real harm has been done any way, am I right?" The last thing Serenity was a mod to be here. He was so sure that he was going to get 6 after the last time he killed him. Looking past Pika, he noticed FTW in the distance. [i]Must have been watching the whole thing.[/i]

[Desu the Blue Nerd]

Michael had a feeling the lie wouldn't work since Atman made it painfully obvious that he was trying to get us to go along. Either he goes along with it and maybe they get away with it or he comes up with something else. He stood up and smacked the dirt off his butt. "Sorry for the rudeness of my friend here. He shouldn't have made it seem like he was lying. He has a disease called stupidity. Though it could also be nervousness from either the presesnce of a mod or even more likely the fact that the mod is such a pretty woman." He went with something in between.

[Catterjune]

A discontended expression as she looked over the three stooges in the status area. "Do you have how many PMs I've gotten because of your little episode here?"

She produced a small, cellphone like device from her pocket, still buzzing and making all kinds of noise, before returning it back into place. "People complaining about how their 'oh so very important' card contests and posted cards and fanfics and RPs are being ignored because every time they try to advertise it here, you mooks tear down their flyers with your ridiculous play fighting." Motioning towards an empty bulletin board, scraps of paper littered the area beside it.

She placed a hand on her hip, right near her deadly Banhammer. "This is a public place for everyone, not just you guys. If you need to practice whatever trash you need for your roleplaying, do it in the Out Of Character section or in a PM or something. Don't screw around in public sections."

The status area, always a problem. From the people quickly and quietly scurrying away before mods could show up, after the damage was done, to her hammer having little effect on who could actually post here. Prohibiting them from posting from the status bar would be the safest option, but considering she couldn't, she'd have to take the next best route.

"If I see any of you idiots acting like clowns here again, I will personally make sure your warning level doesn't come down until next year. Do you understand?"

Assuming they had nothing to say (so as to move the RP forward), the young Miss PikaPerson01 left the status area without saying one more word, and life continued as normal.

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"Oh," Atman said to 6 and Serenity as he looked at the destroyed billboard, "I wonder how that happened." He then glared at 6-Shot and back-slapped him. "'A disease called stupidity'? I hate you so much right now." He said, as he put away his Requiem. "No more fighting in the Status Update area anymore, I guess. Oh well, at least we still got parties." He grinned and looked at his two buddies. "Maybe we [i]should[/i] make an RP? How about it?"

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As she was walking away, PikaPerson's [acronym='The small device.']Messenger[/acronym] rang, indicating an important message had arrived. It was from YCMaker. It read: "So, are you going to escape?"

OoC: [acronym=Relpy "Yes, I'm headed over there.", then go over to News City and knock on the door of the Rules Building. Ignore the earthquake]DO THIS[/acronym]

[Desu the Blue Nerd]

Michael grabbed the back of hid head. "Ow ow ow. Jerk. Damn, that girl scares me out. Even when complimented she's still so negative." He sighed as he thought about the idea of making an RP. "Well first I'm going to need clean clothes Plenty of my blood is here so I can probably leave and be back in a few minutes bandaged up and with clean clothes. Secondly, I'm not going to host, got it? Too much work to host. I don't mind co-host but host is just to much." For a mad scientist he was pretty lazy. He suddenly dissappeared and in a few minutes was back with new clothes and a few noticeable band-aids. "Why were we fighting anyway? I forgot. It better not be for some stupid reason involving cookies."

[Serenity the Candyman]

"You can, but right now I need a break. Flying took it out of me." Serenity said to Atman." I'll pm you when I'll be ready." With this, he walk towards a rock next to the destroyed billboard. After this last fight, The death that 6 gave him really hurt more than usual. Taking out the amulet, he wondered if its abilities were limited after all. Serenity was feeling it for sure. Well, at least he thought he was.