Other RPSI ~Shining Battle Royale of the Moon~ Edition ROUND 2

RODAN

Banned deucer.
a game of rpsi played by south park characters

an incredibly racist porno from the 1940s

A bum who thinks outside the box

a leopard that can change its spots

A crime-solving German Shepherd complete with magnifying glass, deerstalker, a PI license and a crippling Beneful addiction.

a pair of scissors, patiently sharpened, deftly wielded by an ambidextrous man

moi internet Walrein
 

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“Zhis ist ein difficult case, spots” the German shepherd said, leaning over a mutilated corpse of a politician. “I could tell you that much, herrlock. You have any ideas?” Spots, the leopard, replied. The German shepherd took out his magnifying glass, and studied the wounds of the man with even greater scrutiny. “Ja... zhese wounds, zhey are from scissors. Hmm.. vielded by ein ambidextrous man. ” “An ambidextrous man? Hmm... the one ambidextrous man I can think of is the hobo that reported the crime! But this politician worked so hard for homeless rights. There’s the opposite of a motive.” “Aha, but you are wrong. Zhe motive is... zhe cause needed ein martyr, Spots. Ve vill drop zhe case. And watch ein of zhose ridiculous racist pornos. Hahaha! But stop by zhe shop first, I vant mein beneful.”


“Wow, Kyle... that is... the worst story I’ve ever heard. But my nazi dog wins, right?”

“No fatass, the humanitarian politician wins. He was martyred for his goals!”

“That’s BULLSHIT Kyle! You’re just siding with him because all politicians are Jewish! Here’s how it really would’ve gone: The nazi dog kills the jew politician, the homeless man, and the stupid leopard. The end.”


Rankings from most fucked to least fucked:

1. an incredibly racist porno from the 1940s was so bad it’s good.

2. a leopard that can change its spots was a decent sidekick

3. a pair of scissors, patiently sharpened, deftly wielded by an ambidextrous man made the case solvable.

4. A bum who thinks outside the box went unpunished due to his righteous goals.

5. A crime-solving German Shepherd complete with magnifying glass, deerstalker, a PI license and a crippling Beneful addiction. Quickly solved the case

6. a game of rpsi played by south park characters resulted in various quality stories.

sorry for the delay this time, I was asleep
 

shade

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im shade and im gonna save the day by judging but not posting a story. here are my ratings (1 is the best)

1) a leopard that can change its spots
2) an incredibly racist porno from the 1940s
3) a pair of scissors, patiently sharpened, deftly wielded by an ambidextrous man
4) a game of rpsi played by south park characters
5) A bum who thinks outside the box
6) A crime-solving German Shepherd complete with magnifying glass, deerstalker, a PI license and a crippling Beneful addiction.
 

Ampharos

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I'm leaving to move back in at school in literally like half an hour and need to pack my computer, otherwise this would have been longer.

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It was a bright, sunny morning in South Park, Colorado. A gentle breeze wafted through the air, lightly caressing the mighty oaks standing tall throughout the town. Down below, three young boys were engaged in jubilant discussion about how much of a whore Cartman's mom was.

Of coursde, around this time is when Cartman himself happened to walk up.

[DISCLAIMER: I have maybe seen 2 episodes of South Park in my entire life, and it was quite some time ago. Dialogue may not reflect accurate characterization.]

"Oh, FUCK you guys!" he shouted angrily.

"Oh, 'sup fatass?" asked Kyle, noticing his not-very-stealthy approach. Meanwhile, Stan and Kenny ignored Cartman and continued their conversation.

"You know what would be really awesome. What if it turned out Cartman's mom had been in a porno from, like, the 1940s, and it was super racist?"

"Mmmph!" came the emphatic agreement.

Disregarding Cartman, Kyle turned to his compatriots. "Yea, that would be cool and all, but you know what would be even cooler? I saw a commercial today for ambidextrous scissors, so what if you had an ambidextrous guy sharpen them and use them as a weapon? He'd be the ultimate killing machine!"

"That's retarded, Kyle. Besides, I've told you guys before, nothing's cooler than Sherdog Holmes!"

"No one gives a shit about your stupid German shephard, Cartman!" yelled Kyle as Stan nodded in agreement.

"Mmmph," said Kenny, chiming in.

"He does have a good point, leopards ARE pretty cool. And changing your spots would be good camoflauge," mused Stan.

Cartman was visibly growing more frustrated. "Leopards are cats, and dogs EAT cats! That's just stupid!"

With a heavy sigh, Kyle conceded that Cartman did, in fact, raise a fair point. "Let's have someone else decide which one is coolest. How about... that guy over there!" He pointed at a bum sitting on the side of a road.

"If that guy's so cool, why doesn't he have a house?" muttered Cartman, but he did follow his compatriots over to where the bum was sitting, huddled underneath a tattered blanket.

"Excuse me, Mr. Bum, but my friends and I were having a discussion, and we can't decide what would be the coolest." Laying out his options, Kyle asked the bum to help them decide.

The bum took off his spotty spectacles and began "cleaning" them on his equally-disgusting shirt. "Well," the bum mused, "We know the only thing cooler than being cool is ice cold, right?"

"If we use that logic, then the leopard's out, as leopards only live in dense jungle areas. And if your Sherlock Holmes dog were living in Germany at the time of Arthur Conan Doyle's writing career, he wouldn't have had access to ice cubes. So the animals are right out."

Cartman began to say something, but was hushed by Stan, who was clearly interested in seing where this would lead. Kenny seemed rather resigned to his defeat.

"The other two are a bit trickier. The ambidextrous man would be able to operate a fan with both hands, making him quite cool indeed, but the racist porno would have taken place in an air-conditioned room. I think, in the end, the trump card is this: the original quote we've used for our entire proof is attributed to legendary hip-hop duo Outkast. What is Outkast? Black. And what race do racist pornos generally trumpet superiority over? Blacks. I think, therefore, we can declare our racist porno the winner."

"Wow, that was really thinking outside the box!" said Kyle in amazement. Cartman was visibly livid, but Stan managed to hold him back.

The bum then shanked Kenny, grabbed his wallet, and ran off. That bastard.

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POWER SHANKINGS RANKINGS

1. A bum who thinks outside of the box proved the triumph of logical thought.

2. a game of rpsi played by south park characters was actually pretty good.

3. an incredibly racist porno from the 1940s won, even as civil rights lost.

4. a pair of scissors, patiently sharpened, deftly wielded by an ambidextrous man lost only due to Andre 3000 and that other guy.

5. A crime-solving German Shepherd complete with magnifying glass, deerstalker, a PI license and a crippling Beneful addiction. was sent back to elementary.

6. a leopard that can change its spots couldn't save the life of its creator.

moi
 

UncleSam

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If Rodan disregards shade's rankings then his entry would lose so let's be real that isn't happening xD

I'd prefer waiting for either moi or getting a real third judge to do a story.
 
sorry - I dicked around not really wanting to come onto smogon for a while. Thanks to billymills and UncleSam for getting me to finish this.


"WOOF?"

"WOOF WOOF"

"WOOF, WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOOF!"

The Hound of Baskerville was in a frenzy. He had been on the case for months, and yet with every small break, the leopard would dissapear, never leaving a spot behind. Today was to be different. It needed to be different.

The Hound's network of underground agents had been in a panic, waiting for this oppurtunity. David had been living inside a box for months on end, and now was his chance to act without it. He had found out the location of the cool cats club, and sat in his box, waiting to strike.

Unfortunately, the leopard was one step ahead. While everyone was aware of its ability to change its spots, little did they know just how strong his powers were. In an instant, the leopard's spots became stripes, and his new alias, El Tigre was formed. El Tigre saw the box, yet before scurrying away, laid a trap to ensnare the Hound of Baskerville once and for all.

David and the Hound entered into the alleyway to the faint sound of what seemed to be Japanese. They drew closer, and it grew louder.

"iieeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Quiet you dirty fucking alien"

"Haiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii"

"HAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII"

Mystified by what appeared to be a concentration camp pornographic film, both David and the Hound failed to notice the bowl of Beneful placed behind him, and an ambidextrous man descending from a helicopter above. The man charged at the Hound, who, upon smelling the Beneful, was paralyzed with both desire and fear. With his deft hands, the Hound was quickly defeated. He had been castrated. David, finally leaving his box, ran away from the scene during this fight, and managed to survive.

As the ambidextrous man layed over the whimpering, fixed Hound, he couldn't help but feel the need to watch something interesting. He changed the channel, and watched an episode of South Park, where Cartman somehow failed to win a game of rpsi with the Stick of Truth as his weapon.

RANKINGS

1. a leopard that can change its spots succesfully avoided the Hound.

4a. an incredibly racist porno from the 1940s was a small but needed distraction

4b. a pair of scissors, patiently sharpened, deftly wielded by an ambidextrous man left a dog scarred for life

4c. A bum who thinks outside the box
ran away

5. A crime-solving German Shepherd complete with magnifying glass, deerstalker, a PI license and a crippling Beneful addiction.
was unable to escape his dark habits.

6. a game of rpsi played by south park characters
momentarily allowed for an escape from boredom
 
I'm not sure if senescence is an amazing entry or a terrible copout. FIND OUT NEXT TIME ON WHEN WILL MOI MAKE HIS POST.

Please post a combined prediction for when I will have my post up and for who made which submission
 

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Old Bob played the last few notes of a cruel angel’s thesis on his keyboard, and for a moment the talent show audience was silent, before erupting into an uproarious booing. Old Bob wasn’t sure how to act, but the jury was quick to inform him that he was to “get out immediately, you piece of shit weaboo.”

He fell over on the way out, breaking his hip, and had to crawl all the way home. A few weeks later, having treated his wounds, Old Bob was plotting revenge. A few decades earlier, he had directed a movie starting Sean Bean as “Seanji”, and while Sean Bean had tragically died to an accident on set, he planned to revive the actor using the power of contractual obligation.

After taking several hours to find Sean Bean’s grave on the man’s personal graveyard, he began to dig up the grave. After digging halfway down, he fell down, suffering from a heart attack. A passerby decided to close the grave, not noticing the dying old man.

This was the fate he deserved for being a filthy weaboo.


Ratings from worst to best:

1. Sean Bean with a contractual obligation for a sequel

2. A graverobber with a poor sense of direction

3. A keyboard with no letter keys

4. Senescence
 
The chilling tingle of the breeze probably wasn’t helping the uneasy feeling creeping up from the pit of her stomach, Falanu thought to herself. Still, she needed some flesh, and fresh. This journey had better have been worth her time.

The Imperial City was a far enough journey from Skingard with teleportation, and without the help from the Mages Guild (apparently, necromancy wasn’t something that they were fond of), it had taken her three nights. Once in the city, getting to the corpse was easy enough. The furthest grave at the west end of the Green Emperor’s Way was just dug today. An arena victim, or perhaps a Skooma smuggler. It was someone of no consequence.

And so, with a simple chameleon enchantment, Falanu was gone, into the night. She couldn’t stop right there, not even as the criminal scum she was. With a couple of strokes of the shovel, the corpse was revealed, and she had what she was looking for. Or so she thought.

Out of the grave, arose the spirit of one Martin Septim. Ever gracious, the spirit questioned who was it to awaken him. In some sort of sequel, the spirit challenge Falanu for degrading its place of resting.


The blue glow of the computer screen had kept Marc awake for hours, now. He was nearing the completion of Oblivion II: Electric Boogaloo, and this ghastly looking thing was to be his magnum opus in his gaming career. Even with a keyboard with no letters, he had journeyed forward using his arrow keys and mouse.

Martin quickly attacked the necromancer with fire, setting ablaze the witch’s robe. Her summoned creatures were no match for the spectral being, who had managed to escape even senescence.

As Falanu fell to the ground, and Marc’s hopes and dreams seemed to crumble along with her animated sprite. A whole summer wasted. At least one social opportunity (though likely just an interaction with a pizza guy) had been missed. It was time to turn things off, and return to reality, if only for a day.

Based on a true story

*note, Sean Bean is the voice actor for Martin Septim.

1. Sean Bean with a contractual obligation for a sequel saved Cyrodiil, again.

2. A graverobber with a poor sense of direction got what she wanted and more.

3. A keyboard with no letter keys was still useful for gaming.

4. While Marc grew old and tired, the ghost of Martin did not. Senescence failed to strike.
 

Ampharos

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Sean Bean was NOT having a good day.

He had been rudely awakened at 5:18 AM by his agent, who had jubilantly informed him that he had landed a deal for a movie trilogy. Yes, a TRILOGY. Meaning that Sean wouldn't be dying halfway through the first one. Did Johnson not realize that Sean absolutely detested sequels? He knew he should have never fired Smith. Piece of shit weaboo he may have been, but he was a brilliant agent.

After hanging up on Johnson (who may have been drunk? Sean wasn't quite sure), Sean had attempted to fall back asleep. Unfortunately for him, the phone rang again precisely 23 minutes later. Groggily, Sean had groped for the phone and answered it, only to be greeted by the DEFINITELY drunken voice of Peter Jackson.

"Seeeeeeeeean, my man. Listen, I've got this great idea for a movie, but I can't tell you about it over *hic* over the phone. Meet me at the old seminary downtown so I can fill you in, kay? Kay." With that, the phone had gone dead.

And so now Sean Bean was on a plane to LAX - because Peter Jackson clearly had not realized that Sean lived on the other side of the world. Through some careful detective work, Sean had realized that Peter had really meant "cemetary" rather than "seminary", because there weren't any seminaries in downtown L.A.. Not anymore. Not since the incident.

As the morning sun rose higher in the sky, Sean finally found the cemetary he was looking for - not out of any familiarity with Los Angeles, but because Peter Jackson was drunkenly snoring at the entrance gate. Sighing, Sean trudged up to him and shouted "For christs sakes, wake the fuck up!"

That seemed to do the trick. "Whahuhwhat?" mumbled Peter as he was snapped out of his slumber. "Sean! Took you long enough! Was traffic that bad."

"Oh yea. Just... it was just bloody terrible, Peter." Sean had learned long ago not to question the logic of Peter Jackson's intoxicated alter ego.

"Well, whatever. Wait right here. I have something I need to show you. Be right back." And with that, Peter lumbered into the cemetary, with a baffled Sean Bean staring after him. Sighing, Sean leaned back against the decidedly uncomfortable railing. Might as well catch a bit of sleep while I'm here, he mused. This could take a while. Peter has a TERRIBLE sense of direction.

As Sean predicted, Peter found himself quite lost once inside the graveyard. Somewhere buried inside were Martin Freeman's parents - the perfect corpses to complete the directors cut of the Hobbit franchise!

(of course, Martin Freeman's father is buried back in England, and his mother is alive and well. But drunk people are not known for their logical reasoning skills, and Peter had seen a grave labeled FREEMAN, so here we are.)

An hour into his journey, Jackson came into a rather picturesque clearing. Ancient oak trees stood tall and proud, framing a circle of impossibly green grass dotted with wildflowers. Next to a babbling brook running through the area, slouching on a rock, was a Buzzfeed writer. How, you may ask, could one tell that he was a writer for Buzzfeed? The answer is quite simple: the keyboard of his laptop possessed no letter keys, as the only writing tool a Buzzfeed writer needs is right click -> copy and right click -> paste.

Unfortunately for this poor writer, Peter Jackson HATES Buzzfeed. Perhaps it's due to the immense number of shitty articles on Lord of the Rings that the site has produced over the years. His motives are relatively unimportant in the grand scheme of things, and they were certainly not at the forefront of the poor writer's mind, who could only think of self-defense. Desperately, he attempted to beat back the raging, drunken director with the only weapon he had on hand - his trusty laptop.

Given that the shitty laptop was shitty, however, the laptop did what shitty things tend to do, and shattered. Not on Jackson's head, unfortunately, but mid-swing. It seems that even passive air resistance was enough to blast the laptop to smithereens. Now unarmed and much smaller than his assailant, the Buzzfeed writer was doomed. He could only stand helplessly and watch as a furious Jackson snatched the rock the writer had been sitting on and hurled it at his head. And that was the last thing he ever saw.

Though the act of murder went smoothly for Peter Jackson, the aftermath did not. The rock richocheted off the dead writer's skull (Buzzfeed writers are notoriously thick-headed) and into his legs, shattering them upon impact. Peter suddenly found himself completely unable to stand. Given that he carried no cellphone and had no idea where he was, this was a problem.

The writer's satchel was within reach, and contained a surprising amount of food, and the babbling brook provided plenty of fresh, clean water. Neither starvation nor dehydration would claim his life. Robbed of his mobility, however, he could do nothing but simply sit there and eventually perish at the hands of Father Time.

Sean Bean, meanwhile, had given up on waiting and returned to England. He eventually discovered that his new movie deal involved him only appearing in flashbacks in the second and third movie, for he would perish in the climax of the first. Maybe Johnson isn't so bad after all, he mused.

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You won't believe these four weird RPSI rankings!

1. Sean Bean with a contractual obligation for a sequel continued to make more money than you or I ever will.

2. Senescence claimed yet another human life.

3. a graverobber with a poor sense of direction sorta murdered himself, if you think about it.

4. a keyboard with no letter keys just wasn't the right type of weapon.

HAH

GET IT

CAUSE IT'S A KEYBOARD

i'm hilarious
 

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