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[Zelnor]

Okay guys, as many of my better ideas, this one popped up after too much banana shake, chocolate, boredom, and nothing even remotely worth watching on TV.

Rules
- No Godmodding. Expect to be hit by 50 % of all light attacks aimed at you, 60 % of normal, and 70 % of heavy attacks. People/Monsters who hit hard, expect for having a huge, obvious weakness, tend to know how to fire so it hurts. Else they get killed pretty quickly.
- Novel style, and by that I mean novel style. You are asked to submit a sample/introductionary piece of writing in your first post that ties your plotline to the ones any other partipiciants are currently following.
- Only one character. It’s hard enough to write novel style, but with two people the temptation is too big and also the plot would be watered down to a bad fanfics.
- No own plots. Please stay with the rest of the group during your journey. You may change the surroundings or actions a bit, but follow the direction the poster before you intended to go. You will rather have to defend your own / the groups / earths collective ass then going defeat your arch-rival, defeating any weird pop-up viallin or finding shiny treasure behind the river of fire in the mountain of death guarded by the dragon of eternity.
- Please try to stay realistic.
- You may use other’s characters a bit to further your posts, a bot as in – talking, finishing sentences, moving aside. But first, let them do the main action, leave the ends open for them to complete, and write as you think they’d do. Their previous post will give you good examples of what to model these borrowed characters like.
- You don’t have all superpowers at the start of it. You may, in a realistic, plot-supporting way –after defeating a boss monster, possibly – acquire new abilities, but stay realistic with those, too.
- Your first post should be an introduction with all that boring stuff like character name, age, gender, short bio. The most important part of it is the introductionary example of your writing, which shall be judged. In it, write a fancy transformation sequence from yourself to the character/hero you will be role-playing as, and also show how you get to the place where the group is. If your writing is acceptable, you will become an official member of the RP. If not, you can either improve your writing a bit and retry or be gone.
- Correct Spelling ,Punctuation and Grammar are all. Type your posts in Word nad let it check em, and you should be on the safe(R) side

I only made so harsh rules because any other RPs failed. So maybe if I make it hard to post in here, and everyone follows the damn rules, this thing may actually reach a plot climax.
You may use any character that is not a joke character, or not a single-player fighter in any game. Link would easily pass, being the hero of time and usually linkwhopping Ganondorf reincarnated booty, whilst trying to get, say, Bidoof would be a smashing display of immaturity and we wouldn’t even need to explain why Bidoof is not a suitable character.

So let’s get this party on the road.

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Character Sheet
Name: Lorenz /Zelnor
Race: Human / Human
Age: 15 / 17
Height: 170 cm / 178 cm
Hair: Blonde / Grey-white
Eyes: Blue-gray / White and light blue
Strength (1 to 10) : 3 / 4,5
Special Abilities: Higher then average Intelligence / Emotion-controlled Twilight Magic plus the former
Hails from: Germany
Weaknesses: Spiders
Insanity (1 to 10) 4 / 4,75

Introduction.

Night has fallen over Germany. Lorenz, experiencing a new dimension of the word boredom, lay lazily on the couch, draped into a blanket like a bug in it’s cocoon, munching chocolate and flipping through the channels on the TV. Looking out of the window, eyes focused on nothing in particular, he saw the distant lights of the other houses. On the table next to the couch lay scattered magazines, an empty packet of chocolate, glasses, and a Nintendo Wiimote, which he had brought down for cleaning. Click. A commercial. Click. Boring, stupid sitcom. Click. People shooting other people. Click. 24-hour reportage about the mating habits of the red crabs. Cli- Without a warning, the screen started to fizzle, the picture distortes and faded into white noise.

‘Great.’, Lorenz thought, raising his head to look at the fizzing screen.

It was at this moment that all lights in the house went out.

‘Even better’, he thought, whilst raising himself from the couch and carefully stumbling through the nom complete dark living room. ‘Where’s that stupid flashlight…’ he thought, turned around the corner, and smashed head-first into a wall.

Muttering a swear word under his breath, he fumbled around the stairs into the cellar, glad that his parents were away for the night. Finally finding the flashlight, he descended deeper into the darkness, in search for the circuit breaker that had caused this damn mess.

‘A blackout… That has never happened before, so why now ? That’s most unusual…’ he thought.

Opening the circuit box, he flicked a switch, and heard the noises of several electronical devices whirring back to life. Content, he marched back up, into the living room. Whereupon he was stopped dead in his tracks. In the middle of the room there was a large, translucid, dark purple rift afloat in the air itself.

‘What the… ?!’ he thought, his heart jumping into action, adrenaline pulsating in every body cell. In the back of his brain, deep in the shadows of his unconscious, the ancient danger instinct kicked in, and presented the idea to run away. Slowly backing away from the physical oddity, he turned around the corner, only to be presented with a loud, hair-raising hissing noise, and another rift opening only a few feet away from him. At the same time, a sort of disturbance washed over him, blurring his vision, causing a sick feeling in his stomach and… tugging at him. His way out blocked by the second portal, Lorenz cautiously trotted back into the living room. A quick look in the yard made his heart sink low and boiled up his fear – the strange rifts were opening all over the place.

‘This is just like something out of a bad fanfic’ he thought – when the creature emerged from the rift. Its sudden glued Lorenz to the ground as fear clutched at him. The creature seemed orientationless for a second, then caught itself, and charged forward.
The same instinct that told him to run away kicked in and crashed into his consciousness like a tank through rice paper. He ducked away from the creatures’ vicious punch, turned around and dived over the couch as good as he could. He slammed hard on the ground, cursing his stupidity with a though:

‘Of course, this sh*t only works in the movies. Okay, what am I to do – Robot-monster are invading my house, dimensional rifts are spawning here like fungi on rotten ham, and I think I broke my shoulder. Just great.’ He ducked under another punch, and looked at the small table.

‘I need a weapon, anything ! Great, there only a newspapers, a glass, that package and – A Wiimote. Hah. What would I give if it really was indestructible like WiiDamage.com said…’ But it was at this moment that something odd about the device struck him. Without any button being pressed, the small blue lamps normally indicating the batterys status or the players ID were blinking in confusing secuences. Without conscious thought, Lorenz reached forward, and grabbed it.

The human brain is remarkable. Especially the old, rusty gears of the subconscious. Deep down, in any human, a piece of a driving force of humanity, the narrativum. Nests, and facts that would be normally be dismissed as a malfunction or a joke of physics are given a greater value. Sword from stones are magic, lights in the clouds are UFOs, and stangely blinking comtrollers are not a reason to sue the producing company, but should immediately be picked up for the sake of doing so, as it might help.

The force of narrativum has a far greater impact on most universes then their respective scientists would like to admit, but this influence was it exactly that made Lorenz pick up the Wiimore without conscious though. Whilst the logical part of himself said ‘That is, without a doubt, that most astonishingly stupid way to die EVER’ the fact that the small plastic object in his hand seemed to sync in – but not with a basis station of any sort, but with the teenager himself. Its ever so peacefully glowing blue LEDs suddenly erupted into a blinding cascade of blue rays, the speaker in the middle gave up erratic, strangely digital beeping noises and the plastic of the construction seemed to gain a ghostly fluidity. Lorenz’ robotic attacker was not oblivious to the occurances, he doubled his effort to kill him. But as he hastily jumped and viciously punched, swiped and kicked into the teens direction, the plastic controller seemed to gain a life of its own. With a strong hissing noise, a blue energy blade erupted from the pointer on top, and sliced the robot into stinking halves, which, after spilling oil all over the rug, came to a tumbling stop. Lorenz, after cautiously peeking over the top of the couch, kicked at the robots remains, which had them clatter throught he room.

‘Nobody will ever believe this’ he thought. It was at this moment, that he noticed a sort of stinging feeling in the arm in which he had clutched the Wiimote, as if it had fallen asleep and was “waking up” again. Turning his head, he looked at his hand – and, jumping backwards, arm flapping, let out a yelp of surprise. From the base if the remote, a sort of white, silver and blue markings has started to spread up his arm, much like a sort of angular blood vessels. He stood there, his whole hand already covered in the strange, shimmering patterns, and gasped for air. As Lorenz tried to put the accursed controller away, he found that he could not move his fingers an inch, as they seemed to be glued to the plastic item in his hand.

‘Correction’, he thought, his well-cultivated sarcasm breaking through thick layers of fear. ‘This is the most stupid way to die.’ It was at this moment that the strange patterns not only expanded but also advanced along his arm, leaving him looking like a crazy tattoo enthusiast who had read too many cyborg comics. As the lines continued their pursuit of conquering, he thought ‘If I survive that, I am so suing Nintendo.’