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[Katsuun]

Now that I think about it, your right... ok, editing it.

EDIT:Wait, were you talking about my actual powers or being a cliche anime female?

...My god that sounded screwed up.

[Strife26]

You probably want to add inertia, else she probably should've gone splat with the sudden stop. It's not the fall that kills you, but the sudden change in acceleration and velocity.

[Katsuun]

You probably want to add inertia, else she probably should've gone splat with the sudden stop. It's not the fall that kills you, but the sudden change in acceleration and velocity.

You are correct... am I failing? Editing. Agian.

[Luke_Prowler]

[AAARRRRGGGHH! IT BURNS!]

[Armok]

I sure hope there is some sort of civilization here. Or just some mildly civilized people. I'm getting hungry.

nope, there isn't, the entire planet is uninhabited and covered in identical forest, whit the players being the only sentient creatures.

"Pop? This shouldn't go pop..... What the hell am I doing here?"
In the centre of a small clearing stands a very surprised person. He looks like a cross between a human and a stained glass window, since at some places his flesh blends in naturaly with deeply blue glass. There are 3 orbs of coloured glass floating around him.
One of the orbs floats towards him. at the same time, the two other orbs change into glass birds who fly away, surveying the area. Aparently he's using the orb to see throuhg their eyes...

Sudenly one of the glass brids notices you. It flies towards you and speaks with a soft voice:
"I speak in the name of Verin, High master glass shaper. Who are you? are you willing to help us?"
You're too surprised to say anything. Realising this, the bird flies away, seeking other things to investigate...

the last paragraph seem to violate rules 3 and 4, in asuming things abaut other characters reaction speed and capability of suprise. as well as the iffynes of finding and adresing everyone at once.

[AAARRRRGGGHH! IT BURNS!]

MOAHAHAHA! BEHOLD THE TERIBLE POWER OF SUES!

We currently have:
- A personification of the United States of America. (?)
- A most fantastic parody sue straight from the classics.
- Acoffeypixieonasugartrip!!!!
- a Carnivorous Gazebo...
- A Tesla steampunk cyborg.
- A guy that teleports.
- a silicamancer. (aka glass-mage)
- an animé girl whit telekinesis.

Have I gotten anything wrong?

[Il Palazzo]

I sure hope there is some sort of civilization here. Or just some mildly civilized people. I'm getting hungry.

nope, there isn't, the entire planet is uninhabited and covered in identical forest, whit the players being the only sentient creatures.

Oh well, these will do.

[Katsuun]

Actually, its the ability to screw with the laws of physics, not telekenisis, but whatever.

EDIT:Do we post just once?

[Il Palazzo]

Il Palazzo wasn't sure how much time passed since he arrived in this desolate world. One thing he knew, though: he was getting hungry.
Suddenly he noticed some vaguely-human shape lying on a grass.
It was a brown-haired, kinda messy short haired avarage-joe of a typical male human. Il Palazzo would be salivating if he had such glands.
Carefully, he positioned himself not far away from the laying man, in the shadow of a nerby tree. He made his interior look comfortable and inviting, morphing the central protrusions into a nice and soft couch. He began to hum some pleasant tune, which to human ear would sound like a typical jazz piece, you can hear late at night on some obscure radio station.
He waited patiently.

[Strife26]

Strife isn't the personification of the United States. You could call him the personification of the Drifter-gunslinger archetype, but that has some problems as well.

[NUKE9.13]

Euprydi was in an increasingly bad mood.
Since his arrival he had seen neither people nor signs of people. Of course, that did not mean there was no one on the planet. However, the bubbling pool of oil that he had found did. If men lived here, then they would be all over this place. There would be a city here, with refineries' bright flames turning night into day, and their thick smoke turning day into night.
He sighed, and took another mouthful. Thick and creamy, with just a little grit giving it an exotic texture.
Well, if there was no one here, he would have to arrange his own departure. Of course, that would take longer, but he couldn't stay in this tree-covered wasteland.
He began hacking away at the nearest tree. Soon it fell, and he moved on.

(Should anyone wish to make with the contacting, Euprydi's oil spring & deforestation area is open to visitors)

[Errol]

Sweetsugar, having received no useful info from the startled rabbit, decided to follow a random bird. Then, he suddenly saw a large blob of nice black life elixir. "Fiiiiiinally!" With a SCHWOOP, he descended upon the "coffee" pond, but stopped dead after tasting it. "Beh! This isn't coffee! But it should be!"

He prepares to coffeeify the oil spring when he suddenly spots something.

"Hey Mister Metal Guy! Do you own this? I'm so sorry! Coffee?"

[NUKE9.13]

Euprydi was in a slightly better mood, for he had seen a person.
Admittedly, it was a flesh-hull, and a small one at that, but people liked other people and more people meant a higher chance of escape.
In a surprisingly normal voice, he speaks;
"Flesh-hull, on this world I do not claim ownership of anything but my own body and anything I created. I also have no interest in flesh-hull drinks.
But tell me, little flesh-hull. From where have you come? I have not seen sign of people here, though I have travelled far."

[Virex]

"Pop? This shouldn't go pop..... What the hell am I doing here?"
In the centre of a small clearing stands a very surprised person. He looks like a cross between a human and a stained glass window, since at some places his flesh blends in naturaly with deeply blue glass. There are 3 orbs of coloured glass floating around him.
One of the orbs floats towards him. at the same time, the two other orbs change into glass birds who fly away, surveying the area. Aparently he's using the orb to see throuhg their eyes...

Sudenly one of the glass brids notices you. It flies towards you and speaks with a soft voice:
"I speak in the name of Verin, High master glass shaper. Who are you? are you willing to help us?"
You're too surprised to say anything. Realising this, the bird flies away, seeking other things to investigate...

the last paragraph seem to violate rules 3 and 4, in asuming things abaut other characters reaction speed and capability of suprise. as well as the iffynes of finding and adresing everyone at once.

I was using that more as a rethoric style then as something that should be taken literal. I tried other ways, but in the end, this sounded the best

[Sean Mirrsen]

  The charred bark of the trees was still smoking. Inside the crater, surrounded by pieces of broken and incinerated wood, lay a reflective silvery capsule. Once elongated and smooth, it was now mangled beyond recognition, its silvery hull cracked from the force of the impact. Even though its surface was unbelievably hot, inside the capsule there was still a living being, its only passenger and pilot.
  As the last kilowatts of power escaped through the destroyed systems, the onboard computer triggered the final safety measure, breaking up the shell and ejecting the pilot's seat before a cascading reactor malfunction destroys the pod. The pilot was unconscious, and could not hear the computer saying "Fare well, Controller." as the reactor heated up to incredible temperatures and exploded, levelling the trees for a hundred meters around.
  The pilot's seat gently descended on a gliding parawing, almost a kilometer away from the crater. The rushing wind upset the dark hair of the young man, and the shreds of his once-indestructible full body suit were hanging loosely from the sides of the seat.
  Ten meters...   five... two... one...
  Small wheels extend from the bottom of the landing seat, keeping it straight as it coasts to a stop on the rough forest floor. The young man, strapped in, remained motionless.
  Several hours pass. Finally, the man's head moves. He slowly opens his eyes and looks around. Suddenly, a long-forgotten, unfamiliar feeling stings him.
  Pain.
  The man carefully touches his head with his hand. A warm trickle runs down his left cheek. Looking at his hand, he sees the tips of his fingers covered in dark red liquid.
  Blood.

  For a moment the man panics. Then, skills hardened by years of war take over.
  "Calm down." The man thinks to himself. "It's just a flesh wound. Heh. Flesh wound...." Reaching down, the man unbuckles himself and stands up from the seat. "What a mess."
  The comment wasn't directed at his own looks, though if he cared to look he'd probably say the same. He looked at the thick column of rising smoke in the distance and sadness filled his eyes, but he only managed to say "Fare well." Then, getting a grip on himself, he turned away and clenched his fists. "Back to the drawing board."

  Before continuing to any of the usual actions, the man first had to pay attention to his wound. Though small, it could still be dangerous. But the man was not concerned. He could restore far worse than this, though usually on others. And yet...

  "Wha... what's happened to me?"

  For all his former power, he could not mend even this small injury. At first. Slowly, very slowly, it healed, but it wasn't how it used to be. Something was wrong. But this space-faring warrior knew better than to rely on any single source of power. Preferring to spend extra resources on preparations, he always had a backup plan.

 "Interface! Reconfigure!"

  This simple command has been said uncountable times before, and usually his suit complied without fail. But this time, nothing happened. Gaping holes in the black scaly fabric did not disappear, neither did any of the power lines light up with the usual limegreen glow. Something was wrong. Very wrong.

 "Now this is just great. What am I supposed to do now?"

  Tired and in some pain, the man sat down into the ejection seat and started to think. He considered all possibilities and options, and finally conluded: Amnesia. Brain damage. Something happened to him in that explosion, the explosion that destroyed the flagship of the allied fleet. He remembered that at least. But his skills, and his power to control and manipulate the Interface were gone, or faded. Everything that made him the Avatar of Energy was now but an unreachable memory. Reaching down the side of the seat, he unfastened a small latch and unfolded a thin touchscreen. It had a few cracks, but lit up and displayed a welcome message.

  "Huh. Old tech still works."

  He had to remember what happened. His only source of information was the massive databank hidden beneath the seat. "Crazy prepared" couldn't even begin to describe him. Starting from the very beginning, the man sat back in the seat and looked on as the screen began to show everything there was to tell about him.

Name: Sean Mirrsen
Call sign: "Jaguar"
Rank: Admiral
Power rank: Controller, 3rd class
Specialty: Energy control. Energy conversion. Matter-energy conversion. Energy absorption.
Interface: Type P, Custom.
--xx=-x-x...
Information incomplete.
Database damaged. Restoring...

  The man remained motionless, analyzing everything the computer had. There was a lot of data. Some of it was damaged. The faint green light of the screen could barely be seen amidst the foliage as the night slowly crept over the land...

[Virex]

This world was strange to Verin. He'd seen trees of course, everyone in the academy goes out into the garden district now and then. But he'd never seen such a large amount of them. He had of course heard tales of the agricultural district and myths of times long gone when there were areas that weren't part of a district yet (Apparently they talked about something called cities then, to identify area's that had been build upon. But he thought it much easier to give a special name to things that hadn't been build upon yet)
But here he was in an area covered with trees, larger then Tin market, probably even larger then Forge District and certainly larger then anyone at the academy had ever seen. He thought back to the old Forge District, with it's infinite amount of chimneys an furnaces. It looked somewhat like this, but less alive and less frightening. The explosions were exactly the same though, at least by the time they were evacuating it.
Wait? Explosions?
A warm wind blew across his face as he recalled his scouts. One of them responded, but apparently the other had disappeared. Evaporated in the explosion probably. The one that did respond brought interesting news. Something had landed in this tree district and he brought civilised artifice with him. It was time to get moving...

He used the two remaining glass orbs to create four thin, transuculent wings and took off, wobling a bit due to the lack of surface area. A short flight followed, after which he arrived at what seemd to be a cross between a golem and a human.

"Good day, dear sir. May I ask where you have come from?"