#The Fight of the Decade 5

[eyeballcommander]

@bishop-percival

(Previous) Yes! Excellent cut! Even through Percival’s blurry and bruised vision, the sight of that beautiful, beautiful blood made him smile wickedly. He wanted more than drops… He quickly swiped his non-knife-wielding hand across the wound he’d just inflicted, then wiped his glove across his mouth, effectively “licking” it. Doing so earned him another punch to the face. But it was worth it.

"Did you just drink my blood!?" ?Commander Peepers shuddered in disgust as he yelled, "Whadda creep!" His next punch was aimed at the blood on that skunk's face with the duel purpose of getting revenge for that sick display and desperately attempting to wipe it off before something happened.

Unfortunately a watchdog's absorption rate was too high to stop it now. Heck, they couldn't even spit the majority of what they drank out if they wanted to. Commander Peepers reached for his handkerchief to blot up what he could anyways.

Things were looking up for ol’ Bishop Percival. He ran some quick calculations in his head. With how much magical energy he’d expelled already during the fight, factored in with how much the Commander is likely to resist, Percy should have around… A minute and a half of fun before he used up too much energy to function. That would be plenty. A sudden burst of black smoke poured from both of his hands like a fog machine. The Commander froze in place. The Bishop crawled out from under him. He was going to put on a show for the jumbotron.

When the smoke came Commander Peepers instinctively covered his face with his arms. At first it seemed like nothing happened since he chalked up his freezing to his own fear response. But then he knees failed to press harder down on that rat to prevent him from slipping away. Instead he fell flat on his face without even being able to adjust his center of gravity.

Which left him in a embarrassingly prone position that resembled someone cowering in the face of an opponent they had no hope of beating. The twitchy movements that resulted from resisting with all his willpower while being forcibly pressed back into place by magic probably looked like sobbing from a distance.

“Hmmm? What’s wrong, Commander Peepers? Feeling remorse for how you’ve been treating Lord Hater’s faithful bishop? I may forgive you… If you grovel for me.”

"Why would I!? YOU should be the one feeling sorry about how you've treated his right hand man!"

Bishop Percival twisted his hands around, adjusting Commander Peepers’ pose like a puppet. It was easy to get him into a groveling position since he was already on the ground. “Ah, that’s better… Unfortunately for you, though, Glorn is unmerciful. We will never forgive you.”

By now Peepers was sobbing as he found himself solidly trapped in his deepest fear. Only this time he lost control in a far more literal sense. And he wasn't sure how much of his body's shakiness was due to him fighting in vain or trembling in terror.

"STOP BEING A COWARD AND KNOCK OFF THE CHEAP TRICKS!!"

Meanwhile, Hater paced in his box booth. There's never been a watchdog Peepers couldn't beat! So he never thought he would be in any real danger! But now instead of putting his newest little nemesis in his place he was being thoroughly humiliated in a horrifying display.

If it was anyone else Hater would find it hilarious. With his best bud though? It was sickeningly, unnecessary cruelty.

Should he step in? Or would C.Peeps only get mad and claim that his interference injured his overblown pride?

Bishop Percival ripped Commander Peepers' arms up towards the sky, which caused him to leap up and land on his feet. “Your only use now is as a sacrifice. What’s this? You’ll do it yourself? Why, thank you sir!”

Once he reached the sacrifice bullshit (and confirmed that he was running sentient sacrifices on his ship!) it was clear that nothing Peepers said mattered. Just another way he snatched his autonomy away.

"HEY! AT LEAST ACKNOWLEDGE WHAT I'M SAYING!"

The Bishop moved his arm, movements which Peepers mirrored, until Peepers’ hand was in his pocket. He gripped his blaster and pulled it out, first pointing at Percy.

Whipping out and pointing his blaster at Percy was the first fluid motion Commander Peepers made since he'd gotten bound in metaphorical strings. It was what he'd been trying to do this entire time anyways. And for a brief moment he had the illusion of control.

“No no Commander, that’s the wrong way!” Percival cheekily chided. He twisted his hands around to orient the blaster towards the Commander.

Puppeting Peepers into turning his own weapon against himself consumed far more magic than any previous actions. Yet surely it was worth it to see the great Commander Peepers sobbing his heart out.

“Any last wor-...” With how hard Commander Peepers was resisting, Percival found himself more spent than expected. “Actually, We don’t care.”

Peepers clenched his eye shut in anticipation as he cried out, "PLEASE! MAKE IT ST-"

Bishop Percival snapped his fingers, effectively making Commander Peepers pull the trigger.

His surrender was cut off by his blaster firing directly at him. Turning it to full power in preparation for blasting Bishop Percival's face off had backfired in the end. At least... Lord Hater has trained him to deal with far worse blasts...

The force of it sent Peepers flying backwards and knocked him out cold, with his twisted arms being torn from his trusty blaster in the recoil. It clattered at the victor's feet.

Lord Hater froze in shock before exploding into rage. How DARE that stupid magic man do that to his C.Peeps! Hater teleported between the two with a loud burst of thunder, protectively scooped up his fallen friend, blasted that bastard, and teleported out as quickly as he came.

The crowd fell completely silent. After a long pause (and time to walk around the huge stadium) Andy checked to make sure Lord Hater was gone before slipping into his "box booth" and plugging his microphone into the Doom Arena's sound system. During which his bud, Cameron, kept his camera on the field.

"Well... that got weird at the end but... There you have it folks! Commander Peepers has been beaten by no other than our magical support, BIIIIIISSSHHHHOOOP PEEERCIVAAALLL!!!"

A few watchdogs hesitantly clapped, with only the Glornists fully into it. Then they grew louder, more confident in their excitement at one of them finally beating the tyrant most if not all had the displeasure of directly dealing with.

Soon the others joined the Glornists in hooting and hollering while raining victory confetti into The Pit. Someone even loaded balloons full of the stuff into repurposed t-shirt canons which popped when they landed near Bishop Percival.

(Epilogue)

[pokeberry5]

revamped my tensa zangetsu redesign and redrew an old piece

[mejomonster]

I hate panic attacks

[castleinthemist]

crimson shroud turning out to be the perfect game to play on the work commute. basiscape really did some fantastic work on this one huh

[jangmo-othewarrior]

Playable Patty Concept? Playable Patty Concept!

Truth be told, this has been stirring in between my ears for a while now. Patty is always fun to brainstorm about, and I've seen some posts discussing her playstyle, so I've decided to put my hat in the ring.

First things first, what makes Patty unique?

Every single character in DMC has their own unique quailty to their gameplay that differentiates them from each other. Lady primarily uses guns, Vergil has the motivation gauge, which encourages precise and accurate gameplay, Dante has a revolving door of weapons and guns, you get the picture.

So, what about Patty?

Patty is the descendent of a demon summoner, and thus has the ability to summon recreations of powerful demons she has already defeated (bosses). She utilizes these alongside her rapier and her twin pistols to mow down demon hordes like a freshly cut lawn.

In a way, this style would be somewhat similar to Nero; one melee weapon and one gun weapon with a revolving door of one more thing. However, the demon summons themselves would be more similar to Dante's weapon switching, with some differences. Which leads us too...

How does Patty's weapons work in gameplay?

Similarly to Nero, Patty has her pistols and her rapier. The pistols are somewhat similar to Ebony and Ivory, but they are much more equal, both technically being interchangeable for the other rather than having specfic purposes. These pistols, whose names are Fuchsia and Magenta (she was ten and wanted to have cool, rhyming guns like Dante), are special in their ability to link up with her demon summons for combos, but we'll get into that soon.

Patty's rapier, affectionately nicknamed Harmonia after the Greek godess of unity (Vergil approved), is unique in DMC weapons in its swordplay style. Instead of slashing like the DSD or Red Queen, Homonia is designed for stabbing and disarming. Patty's sword style is much more reliant on dodging and finding openings for stab attacks than just brute force. This works in tandem with Patty more squishy nature compared to the Demon Bois. Harmonia also links up with demon summons for combos, just like Magenta and Fuchsia.

So, how do Patty's demon summons work?

Similarly to Dante and Vergil, Patty has a rotating door of different summons collected from the remnants of her bosses throughout this hypothetical game. She can switch between them just like how Dante switches his weapons, and she can summon them with a click of a button, just like V. They can also be dismissed at the click of a button as well.

Unlike V's familiars, however, these summons are autonomous and attack enemies with basic attacks with no input from Patty. She can, however, run up to a summon and link up with them to access their combos. Each summon is upgradable, and they are all unique. I don't currently have concepts for these summons specifically, but at least one should be a demon from the Anime for funsies.

Okay, but what about Patty's upgrades specifically? What is her skill ceiling like?

Now this is where the fun begins.

Patty's skill ceiling comes from the player's ability to manage summons. Which one should you use when, that type of thing. However, with a simple upgrade, Patty can have multiple summons out fighting at the same time. Obviously this can become chaotic, especially when the player upgrades enough so that ALL of Patty's summons can come out at the click of a single button.

Obviously, this can can be overwhelming for the player. Four separate, autonomous entities all fighting enemies and you want a specific one for combos but you have to run up to it in the middle of the extremely chaotic fight just to use the combos you want? Seems like a hassle. Thus, there would be upgrades that let the player map specific summons to certain buttons so that Patty can have her chosen summon immediately link up with her for combos.

Essentially, Patty's gameplay is like if V's familiars were on DT AI mode the entire game except there are 4 of them and Patty can link up with them for combos as easily as Dante can style-switch. (It would even use the D-Pad just like style-switching on a controller!)

Finally, what about her Devil Trigger Gauge?

Well, looking at the only character somewhat similar to her, V, his DT summons Nightmare. So, Patty's DT would have her summon a powerful demon, easy. But which demon? Nightmare worked because of his status as one of the last bosses before Mundus in DMC 1, and his lore surrounding his power being so great that Mundus threw him into his own dimension because he didn't want to deal with him. But DMC5 Nightmare at least listened to V, so Patty's DT summon would need to at least have to listen her, which most demons, if not all, fundamentally don't. So clearly we've run out of options, right?

... Wrong. Who better to function as Patty's DT summon than the demon she has bossed around and annoyed for a decade at this point? A demon she has managed to get emotionally attached to, and who is definitely emotionally attached to her? A demon who owes her for cleaning the office he trashed in a fight again, so Dante better show up before she drags Vergil into this mess.

Dante's doppelganger features as Patty's DT, and essentially functions similarly to Nightmare. Fully autonomous, until you upgrade him. Then, Patty will jump onto his back for a demon killing piggyback ride. The doppelganger would look similar to Vergil's doppelganger, just with Dante's SDT design and red instead of blue. Also, just for fun, when DT ends Doppel!Dante can say a funny quip as he dissipates along the lines of 'We should do this more often!' or 'Don't tell your mom about this, Pattycakes!' I dunno, something fun :)

Once I had this idea in my head, it just wouldn't go away. The idea of Patty basically calling her dad and asking him to beat the shit out of whatever demons she's fighting is so fucking funny to me. True father-daughter bonding right there.

[sims-half-crazy]

"Boys will be boys, Norman! You should've taught your daughter to keep her damn legs shut!" Terrell's father, Nathaniel, shouted.

Lillian grabbed her husband's arm as he lunged a pointed finger at the portly and obnoxious gentleman in front of him. Terrell jumped between their fathers, trying to diffuse the situation as his grandfather rolled up his sleeves.

"Your boy took advantage of my girl! He's 18 already and she's just 16! She's got her whole life ahead of her!" Norman shouted back! Colleen had never seen her father this angry. If she were honest, she was secretly pleased that her parents were so fired up on her behalf, but this was bad. So very bad. "GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HOUSE AND KEEP YOUR URCHIN OF A SON AWAY FROM MY DAUGHTER!" Norman roared at the heinous man and his father.

[silverselfshippingchaos]

Your guy!!!

MAXXIIIIIII HI BABEEEE!!!!

[feraldude]

one second of screen time. i feel sick

[inhidingxoxo3637]

"name me one female driver/rider who's not in a B series1!1!1" no now name me one female driver/rider who's been able to train to the same level as top MotoGP riders or Formula 1 drivers

[eyeballcommander]

@bishop-percival

(Previous) With one hand, Percival was casting shields to deflect against the shots, and continued firing spells with his other. The shots he wasn't able to deflect with a shield and that hit his robe indeed didn't harm him too bad. The force of them still hurt, though. Percy couldn't help but yell "My mitre!!!!! Fuck!!!!!" when he felt it fly off his head. Oh well... He’ll just have to get a new one from his faithful Bowtie… Regardless, being so distraught about his mitre did allow Commander Peepers to close the distance between them. Percy was able to shield his face from a lot of the salt tossed at him, but his sleeve of course also obscured his vision and left him vulnerable to being pounced on. After swinging his fist and releasing the salt at the Commander, Percy plunged his swinging arm into the sleeve of his opposite arm, taking a hold of his beloved, sleek Grop Slicer dagger. He swung his arm back over, slashing with all his might, hoping that any blood spilled from the Commander would drip onto him.

Walters— who ironically pocketed the bowtie that earned his nickname to avoid being spotted by either of today's combatants— had mixed feelings on Commander Peepers shooting the mitre. Sure, it was a great sight but... The mere idea of repairing- no, replacing it was headache inducing.

Peepers couldn't help but scream when the salt hit his eye. Yet that didn't deter him to wailing on that hot-headed bozo. He didn't even need to see at this point! Surely that schmuck's visibility was still equally horrible anyhow!

The dagger managed to get a decent cut. Not deep enough to get stitches. But enough that it'd take several weeks to fully heal. And enough to make him wince.

Course, a cut that bad was enough to draw blood. Plenty to drip onto the man he was using his entire body weight to pin down.

[realian]

why is the newer game less expensive than the older game

[imperiuswrecked]

Do you ever think about how Namor possibly rules one of the most diverse earth-bound empires in the Marvel universe? Between Atlantis, Lemuria, and other various settlements, Namor's realm has human-descended Atlanteans, Inhuman-descended Atlanteans, Deviants, and alien-descended Atlanteans. How do you think he keeps peace among them?

I think about the undersea world of Marvel far too much for it to be healthy, lol. Imo this is Namor trying to wrangle the Undersea Nations.

But seriously as close to that as possible because the oceans are vast, not every part of the ocean is survivable to live in even for the most hardy of Sea People, and Namor is one person, he can't be everywhere at once and many people do not follow his rule because they don't like him or think he's unfit for the role of ruler and that's without getting into the wars between Atlanteans, Lemurians, Sireanas, etc. However the best set of pages that describe Namor's policy is from Defenders (2012) #5, "You simply allow their egress, Namor?" "And why not? They are my subjects, and are free to do as they will. Save harm any of my other subjects. Do not forget where you are, Surfer. The below is bigger than the above. Our ways are by necessity more... hands off. One cannot police the entire world."

Namor has a set of Laws that he expects his subject's to follow, and for the Surface world to obey when they are in his waters. Namor enacts his Justice according to the crime committed. Which is why he kills poachers on sight but also is willing to have a Court for other issues among his people or hear out surface people if they cross him, like he can be talked to, Namor can be reasoned with. Like many fans and creators at Marvel think Namor is just "bleearrgghh mad! im angry! gonna fight with fists!" when he actually spends a lot of time trying to stop wars from both the surface and other undersea threats. Namor is a hot head and def jumps into many situations without all the information but misinformation is a common comic trope so the heroes can fight each other, etc.

So Namor keeps the peace among the Undersea Nations by not micro managing them, and there are most likely treaties, and promises between the different people they uphold. He would have ambassadors all over the seas and only step in if something really needed his direct attention.

I just have an issue with Marvel trying to constantly tie Atlantis/Atlanteans to the Cosmic side and the "Alien" Atlanteans such as the Vodans but I should save those thoughts for a longer post talking about the different origins and people of the undersea empire. However there are also other non Vodan aquatic aliens that make their home in the seas of Earth, and other origins of the Atlanteans being evolved of the Sea and not from the Land.

[echo-s-land]

Oh to be a middle child and for your parents to tell you they consider you like one of the eldest.. (aKa as if I was the second and not the third like I actually am)

[onedirecton]

Is it too late to become a nepotism baby

[dunba1pha]

I think liam as a character is entirely encapsulated by where he hides the nogitsune

[emptyheadgamer]