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Completed ToastTyrant is tyrannizing poor Ragnarokalex

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  1. Flora

    Flora Yep, that tasted purple!
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    that's a word right.

    TT (open)
    Rotom(*)[​IMG]Plasmius(U)

    Nature: Calm (+1 Rank to Special Defense, -1 Rank to Attack)
    Type: Electric / Ghost
    Electric: Electric STAB; 50% reduction in paralysis chance from other electrical attacks, perfect accuracy and 30% chance of Protect breaking Thunder during Rain. Superior senses in power plant environments.
    Ghost: Ghost STAB; brief intangibility that nullifies Normal and Fighting-type attacks. Can move through walls for a brief period of time but must remain in motion. Superior senses in low light and inside dark buildings. Have no vision reduction in hazes.

    Abilities: Levitate
    Levitate: (Trait) This Pokemon naturally floats above the earth when released or easily takes flight, evading the Ground moves Bulldoze, Earthquake, Fissure, and Magnitude. Earth Power will have three (3) less Base Attack Power. Dig and Dive can strike a Levitating Pokemon if their user is over Size Class 4, has Levitate, is 3.5m or larger, or is a flying type. Otherwise Dig and Dive will miss. Ground moves can still hit. Levitate Pokemon will retain the Levitate trait when they use Skill Swap on an enemy, and will steal the opponent's ability (the user can specify if they want a foe or ally to gain Levitate from a Skill Swap.) If a Pokemon with Levitate uses Role Play, they will copy the opponent's abilities and retain Levitate.

    Stats
    HP: 90
    Atk: Rank 1 (-)
    Def: Rank 3
    SpA: Rank 3
    SpD: Rank 4 (-)
    Spe: 91
    Size Class: 1 (0.3m)
    Weight Class: 1 (0.3kg)
    Base Rank Total: 16

    MC: 0

    Attacks
    Trick
    Astonish
    Thunder Wave
    Thundershock
    Confuse Ray
    Uproar
    Double Team
    Shock Wave
    Substitute
    Hex
    Discharge

    Protect
    Toxic
    Will-O-Wisp


    rag (open)

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    Haunter (Maltia) Female
    Nature:
    Timid
    Type:
    Ghost: STAB; brief intangibility that nullifies Normal and Fighting-type attacks. Can move through walls for a brief period of time but must remain in motion. Superior senses in low light and inside dark buildings. Have no vision reduction in hazes.
    Poison: STAB; immunity to Poison/Toxic, see and breath through smog/smokescreens/haze uninhibited. Able to use Wrap and Bind without losing focus. Superior senses in urban settings.

    Abilities:
    Levitate:
    Type: Trait
    This Pokemon naturally floats above the earth when released or easily takes flight, evading Ground moves like Bulldoze, Dig, Earthquake, and Magnitude. Other Ground moves can still hit. Levitate Pokemon will retain the Levitate trait when they use Skill Swap on an enemy, and will steal the opponent's ability (the user can specify if they want a foe or ally to gain Levitate from a Skill Swap.) If a Pokemon with Levitate uses Role Play, they will copy the opponent's abilities and retain Levitate.

    Stats:
    HP: 90
    Atk: Rank 1 (-)
    Def: Rank 2
    SpA: Rank 4
    SpD: Rank 2
    Spe: 110 (+) (+21% Accuracy & Evasion)
    Size Class: 3
    Weight Class: 1
    Base Rank Total: 15

    EC: 8/9
    MC: 0

    Attacks:
    Hypnosis
    Lick
    Spite
    Mean Look
    Curse
    Confuse Ray
    Night Shade
    Sucker Punch
    Shadow Punch
    Destiny Bond
    Dark Pulse

    Disable
    Will o Wisp
    Perish Song

    Pain Split

    Psychic
    Substitute
    Venoshock
    Taunt


    flavor (open)

    [SIZE=+1][SIZE=+1] Thy soul shall find itself alone
    'Mid dark thoughts of the grey tomb-stone;
    Not one, of all the crowd, to pry
    Into thine hour of secrecy.


    Be silent in that solitude,
    Which is not loneliness- for then
    The spirits of the dead, who stood
    In life before thee, are again
    In death around thee, and their will
    Shall overshadow thee; be still.

    The night, though clear, shall frown,
    And the stars shall not look down
    From their high thrones in the Heaven
    With light like hope to mortals given,
    But their red orbs, without beam,
    To thy weariness shall seem
    As a burning and a fever
    Which would cling to thee for ever.

    Now are thoughts thou shalt not banish,
    Now are visions ne'er to vanish;
    From thy spirit shall they pass
    No more, like dew-drop from the grass.

    [/SIZE][SIZE=+1]The breeze, the breath of God, is still,
    And the mist upon the hill
    Shadowy, shadowy, yet unbroken,
    Is a symbol and a token.
    How it hangs upon the trees,
    A mystery of mysteries![/SIZE]
    [/SIZE]
    [SIZE=+1][SIZE=+1]
    [/SIZE]
    [/SIZE]

    rag
    toast
    gogogo
  2. Ragnarokalex

    Ragnarokalex

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    BTW im holding an Amulet Coin

    Dark Pulse - Taunt - Confuse Ray
    If protect is used against Taunt, use 20 HP Sub A2 and Taunt A3

    Floraedit: reference

    [​IMG]
    Amulet Coin: The Pokemon's owner gains one (1) additional Trainer Counter for each battle the Pokemon participates in.
  3. ToastTyrant13

    ToastTyrant13

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    Alrighty Rotom! Let's slip into that Refrigerator over there! Follow up by hitting with a powerful discharge, and follow up by summoning a blizzard (since he now knows it)!

    Appliance (Fridge)->Discharge->Blizzard
    Rotom-F's stats for reference (open)
    [​IMG]
    HP: 90
    Atk: Rank 3 (-)
    Def: Rank 4
    SpA: Rank 4
    SpD: Rank 5 (+)
    Spe: 86
    Size Class: 4 (2.3m)
    Weight Class: 5 (100.03kg)
    Base Rank Total: 20
  4. Flora

    Flora Yep, that tasted purple!
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    [​IMG]
    Plasmius
    HP: 90
    EN: 100
    [​IMG]
    Maltia (F)
    HP: 90
    EN: 100


    Round 1

    beautiful flavor (open)

    Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
    Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
    While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
    As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
    "'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door-
    Only this, and nothing more."

    Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
    And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
    Eagerly I wished the morrow;- vainly I had sought to borrow
    From my books surcease of sorrow- sorrow for the lost Lenore-
    For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore-
    Nameless here for evermore.

    And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
    Thrilled me- filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
    So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
    "'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door-
    Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;-
    This it is, and nothing more."

    Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
    "Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
    But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
    And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
    That I scarce was sure I heard you"- here I opened wide the door;-
    Darkness there, and nothing more.

    Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
    Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
    But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
    And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore!"
    This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!"-
    Merely this, and nothing more.

    Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
    Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
    "Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice:
    Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore-
    Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;-
    'Tis the wind and nothing more."

    Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
    In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore;
    Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
    But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door-
    Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door-
    Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

    Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
    By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore.
    "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
    Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore-
    Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
    Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

    Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
    Though its answer little meaning- little relevancy bore;
    For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
    Ever yet was blest with seeing bird above his chamber door-
    Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
    With such name as "Nevermore."

    But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
    That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
    Nothing further then he uttered- not a feather then he fluttered-
    Till I scarcely more than muttered, "other friends have flown before-
    On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
    Then the bird said, "Nevermore."

    Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
    "Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,
    Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
    Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore-
    Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
    Of 'Never- nevermore'."

    But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
    Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
    Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
    Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore-
    What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore
    Meant in croaking "Nevermore."

    This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
    To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
    This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
    On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er,
    But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er,
    She shall press, ah, nevermore!

    Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
    Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.
    "Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee- by these angels he
    hath sent thee
    Respite- respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of Lenore!
    Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"
    Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

    "Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!- prophet still, if bird or devil!-
    Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
    Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted-
    On this home by horror haunted- tell me truly, I implore-
    Is there- is there balm in Gilead?- tell me- tell me, I implore!"
    Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

    "Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil- prophet still, if bird or devil!
    By that Heaven that bends above us- by that God we both adore-
    Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
    It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore-
    Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore."
    Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

    "Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend," I shrieked, upstarting-
    "Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
    Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
    Leave my loneliness unbroken!- quit the bust above my door!
    Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
    Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

    And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
    On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
    And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
    And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
    And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted- nevermore!


    -THE END-

    calculations (open)

    Action 1
    Maltia (Dark Pulse): (8+0) x 1.5 = 13.5 ~ [14 DMG/6 EN]
    Plasmius (Become Rotom-F): [2 EN] (IDK the specific and can't be bothered to look for it)

    Action 2
    Maltia (Taunt): [10 EN]
    Plasmius (Discharge): (8+3+3) = [14 DMG/5 EN]
    Paralysis succeeds (20%) (Maltia)

    Action 3
    Plasmius (Blizzard): (12+3+3) = [18 DMG/7 EN]
    Maltia (Confuse Ray): [4 EN]
    2 action confusion

    New stats for Rotom-F
    HP: 90
    Atk: Rank 2
    Def: Rank 4
    SpA: Rank 4
    SpD: Rank 5
    Spe: 86
    Size Class: 4 (2.3m)
    Weight Class: 5 (100.03kg)
    Base Rank Total: 20


    [​IMG]
    Plasmius
    HP: 76
    EN: 86
    CFN (2a)
    Taunt (4a)
    [​IMG]
    Maltia (F)
    HP: 58
    EN: 80

    PAR (15%)

    Toast
    Rag
  5. ToastTyrant13

    ToastTyrant13

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    Alrighty, let's do this!

    Discharge->Blizzard->Discharge!
  6. Ragnarokalex

    Ragnarokalex

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    Disable Discharge - Pain Split - Psychic
    If Fully Paralyzed, push actions dow
    n
  7. Flora

    Flora Yep, that tasted purple!
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    [​IMG]
    Plasmius
    HP: 76
    EN: 86
    CFN (2a)
    Taunt (4a)
    [​IMG]
    Maltia (F)
    HP: 58
    EN: 80

    PAR (15%)

    Round 2

    beautiful flavor (open)

    THE "Red Death" had long devastated the country. No pestilence had ever been so fatal, or so hideous. Blood was its Avatar and its seal --the redness and the horror of blood. There were sharp pains, and sudden dizziness, and then profuse bleeding at the pores, with dissolution. The scarlet stains upon the body and especially upon the face of the victim, were the pest ban which shut him out from the aid and from the sympathy of his fellow-men. And the whole seizure, progress and termination of the disease, were the incidents of half an hour.

    But the Prince Prospero was happy and dauntless and sagacious. When his dominions were half depopulated, he summoned to his presence a thousand hale and light-hearted friends from among the knights and dames of his court, and with these retired to the deep seclusion of one of his castellated abbeys. This was an extensive and magnificent structure, the creation of the prince's own eccentric yet august taste. A strong and lofty wall girdled it in. This wall had gates of iron. The courtiers, having entered, brought furnaces and massy hammers and welded the bolts. They resolved to leave means neither of ingress or egress to the sudden impulses of despair or of frenzy from within. The abbey was amply provisioned. With such precautions the courtiers might bid defiance to contagion. The external world could take care of itself. In the meantime it was folly to grieve, or to think. The prince had provided all the appliances of pleasure. There were buffoons, there were improvisatori, there were ballet-dancers, there were musicians, there was Beauty, there was wine. All these and security were within. Without was the "Red Death."

    It was toward the close of the fifth or sixth month of his seclusion, and while the pestilence raged most furiously abroad, that the Prince Prospero entertained his thousand friends at a masked ball of the most unusual magnificence.

    It was a voluptuous scene, that masquerade. But first let me tell of the rooms in which it was held. There were seven --an imperial suite. In many palaces, however, such suites form a long and straight vista, while the folding doors slide back nearly to the walls on either hand, so that the view of the whole extent is scarcely impeded. Here the case was very different; as might have been expected from the duke's love of the bizarre. The apartments were so irregularly disposed that the vision embraced but little more than one at a time. There was a sharp turn at every twenty or thirty yards, and at each turn a novel effect. To the right and left, in the middle of each wall, a tall and narrow Gothic window looked out upon a closed corridor which pursued the windings of the suite. These windows were of stained glass whose color varied in accordance with the prevailing hue of the decorations of the chamber into which it opened. That at the eastern extremity was hung, for example, in blue --and vividly blue were its windows. The second chamber was purple in its ornaments and tapestries, and here the panes were purple. The third was green throughout, and so were the casements. The fourth was furnished and lighted with orange --the fifth with white --the sixth with violet. The seventh apartment was closely shrouded in black velvet tapestries that hung all over the ceiling and down the walls, falling in heavy folds upon a carpet of the same material and hue. But in this chamber only, the color of the windows failed to correspond with the decorations. The panes here were scarlet --a deep blood color. Now in no one of the seven apartments was there any lamp or candelabrum, amid the profusion of golden ornaments that lay scattered to and fro or depended from the roof. There was no light of any kind emanating from lamp or candle within the suite of chambers. But in the corridors that followed the suite, there stood, opposite to each window, a heavy tripod, bearing a brazier of fire that protected its rays through the tinted glass and so glaringly illumined the room. And thus were produced a multitude of gaudy and fantastic appearances. But in the western or black chamber the effect of the fire-light that streamed upon the dark hangings through the blood-tinted panes, was ghastly in the extreme, and produced so wild a look upon the countenances of those who entered, that there were few of the company bold enough to set foot within its precincts at all.

    It was in this apartment, also, that there stood against the western wall, a gigantic clock of ebony. Its pendulum swung to and fro with a dull, heavy, monotonous clang; and when the minute-hand made the circuit of the face, and the hour was to be stricken, there came from the brazen lungs of the clock a sound which was clear and loud and deep and exceedingly musical, but of so peculiar a note and emphasis that, at each lapse of an hour, the musicians of the orchestra were constrained to pause, momentarily, in their performance, to hearken to the sound; and thus the waltzers perforce ceased their evolutions; and there was a brief disconcert of the whole gay company; and, while the chimes of the clock yet rang, it was observed that the giddiest grew pale, and the more aged and sedate passed their hands over their brows as if in confused reverie or meditation. But when the echoes had fully ceased, a light laughter at once pervaded the assembly; the musicians looked at each other and smiled as if at their own nervousness and folly, and made whispering vows, each to the other, that the next chiming of the clock should produce in them no similar emotion; and then, after the lapse of sixty minutes, (which embrace three thousand and six hundred seconds of the Time that flies,) there came yet another chiming of the clock, and then were the same disconcert and tremulousness and meditation as before.

    But, in spite of these things, it was a gay and magnificent revel. The tastes of the duke were peculiar. He had a fine eye for colors and effects. He disregarded the decora of mere fashion. His plans were bold and fiery, and his conceptions glowed with barbaric lustre. There are some who would have thought him mad. His followers felt that he was not. It was necessary to hear and see and touch him to be sure that he was not.

    He had directed, in great part, the moveable embellishments of the seven chambers, upon occasion of this great fete; and it was his own guiding taste which had given character to the masqueraders. Be sure they were grotesque. There were much glare and glitter and piquancy and phantasm --much of what has been since seen in "Hernani." There were arabesque figures with unsuited limbs and appointments. There were delirious fancies such as the madman fashions. There was much of the beautiful, much of the wanton, much of the bizarre, something of the terrible, and not a little of that which might have excited disgust. To and fro in the seven chambers there stalked, in fact, a multitude of dreams. And these --the dreams --writhed in and about, taking hue from the rooms, and causing the wild music of the orchestra to seem as the echo of their steps. And, anon, there strikes the ebony clock which stands in the hall of the velvet. And then, for a moment, all is still, and all is silent save the voice of the clock. The dreams are stiff-frozen as they stand. But the echoes of the chime die away --they have endured but an instant --and a light, half-subdued laughter floats after them as they depart. And now again the music swells, and the dreams live, and writhe to and fro more merrily than ever, taking hue from the many-tinted windows through which stream the rays from the tripods. But to the chamber which lies most westwardly of the seven, there are now none of the maskers who venture; for the night is waning away; and there flows a ruddier light through the blood-colored panes; and the blackness of the sable drapery appals; and to him whose foot falls upon the sable carpet, there comes from the near clock of ebony a muffled peal more solemnly emphatic than any which reaches their ears who indulge in the more remote gaieties of the other apartments.

    But these other apartments were densely crowded, and in them beat feverishly the heart of life. And the revel went whirlingly on, until at length there commenced the sounding of midnight upon the clock. And then the music ceased, as I have told; and the evolutions of the waltzers were quieted; and there was an uneasy cessation of all things as before. But now there were twelve strokes to be sounded by the bell of the clock; and thus it happened, perhaps, that more of thought crept, with more of time, into the meditations of the thoughtful among those who revelled. And thus, too, it happened, perhaps, that before the last echoes of the last chime had utterly sunk into silence, there were many individuals in the crowd who had found leisure to become aware of the presence of a masked figure which had arrested the attention of no single individual before. And the rumor of this new presence having spread itself whisperingly around, there arose at length from the whole company a buzz, or murmur, expressive of disapprobation and surprise --then, finally, of terror, of horror, and of disgust.

    In an assembly of phantasms such as I have painted, it may well be supposed that no ordinary appearance could have excited such sensation. In truth the masquerade license of the night was nearly unlimited; but the figure in question had out-Heroded Herod, and gone beyond the bounds of even the prince's indefinite decorum. There are chords in the hearts of the most reckless which cannot be touched without emotion. Even with the utterly lost, to whom life and death are equally jests, there are matters of which no jest can be made. The whole company, indeed, seemed now deeply to feel that in the costume and bearing of the stranger neither wit nor propriety existed. The figure was tall and gaunt, and shrouded from head to foot in the habiliments of the grave. The mask which concealed the visage was made so nearly to resemble the countenance of a stiffened corpse that the closest scrutiny must have had difficulty in detecting the cheat. And yet all this might have been endured, if not approved, by the mad revellers around. But the mummer had gone so far as to assume the type of the Red Death. His vesture was dabbled in blood --and his broad brow, with all the features of the face, was besprinkled with the scarlet horror.

    When the eyes of Prince Prospero fell upon this spectral image (which with a slow and solemn movement, as if more fully to sustain its role, stalked to and fro among the waltzers) he was seen to be convulsed, in the first moment with a strong shudder either of terror or distaste; but, in the next, his brow reddened with rage. "Who dares?" he demanded hoarsely of the courtiers who stood near him --"who dares insult us with this blasphemous mockery? Seize him and unmask him --that we may know whom we have to hang at sunrise, from the battlements!"

    It was in the eastern or blue chamber in which stood the Prince Prospero as he uttered these words. They rang throughout the seven rooms loudly and clearly --for the prince was a bold and robust man, and the music had become hushed at the waving of his hand.

    It was in the blue room where stood the prince, with a group of pale courtiers by his side. At first, as he spoke, there was a slight rushing movement of this group in the direction of the intruder, who at the moment was also near at hand, and now, with deliberate and stately step, made closer approach to the speaker. But from a certain nameless awe with which the mad assumptions of the mummer had inspired the whole party, there were found none who put forth hand to seize him; so that, unimpeded, he passed within a yard of the prince's person; and, while the vast assembly, as if with one impulse, shrank from the centres of the rooms to the walls, he made his way uninterruptedly, but with the same solemn and measured step which had distinguished him from the first, through the blue chamber to the purple --through the purple to the green --through the green to the orange --through this again to the white --and even thence to the violet, ere a decided movement had been made to arrest him. It was then, however, that the Prince Prospero, maddening with rage and the shame of his own momentary cowardice, rushed hurriedly through the six chambers, while none followed him on account of a deadly terror that had seized upon all. He bore aloft a drawn dagger, and had approached, in rapid impetuosity, to within three or four feet of the retreating figure, when the latter, having attained the extremity of the velvet apartment, turned suddenly and confronted his pursuer. There was a sharp cry --and the dagger dropped gleaming upon the sable carpet, upon which, instantly afterwards, fell prostrate in death the Prince Prospero. Then, summoning the wild courage of despair, a throng of the revellers at once threw themselves into the black apartment, and, seizing the mummer, whose tall figure stood erect and motionless within the shadow of the ebony clock, gasped in unutterable horror at finding the grave-cerements and corpse-like mask which they handled with so violent a rudeness, untenanted by any tangible form.

    And now was acknowledged the presence of the Red Death. He had come like a thief in the night. And one by one dropped the revellers in the blood-bedewed halls of their revel, and died each in the despairing posture of his fall. And the life of the ebony clock went out with that of the last of the gay. And the flames of the tripods expired. And Darkness and Decay and the Red Death held illimitable dominion over all.


    -The End-​


    calculations (open)

    Action 1
    Plasmius doesn't hit itself
    Plasmius (Discharge): (8+3+3) = [14 DMG/5 EN]
    Maltia (Disable Discharge): [7 EN]

    Action 2
    Plasmius hits itself in confusion
    Plasmius (4-3) = [1 DMG/3 EN]
    Plasmius is no longer confused!
    Maltia (Pain Split):
    Maltia has 44 HP
    Plasmius has 75 HP
    So both get 60 HP
    [16 EN]

    Action 3
    Plasmius (Discharge): failed [5 EN]
    Maltia (Psychic): ((6+5)-1.5) = 9.5 ~ [10 DMG/7 EN]


    [​IMG]
    Plasmius
    HP: 50
    EN: 73

    Taunt (1a)
    Disable (Discharge, 4a)
    [​IMG]
    Maltia (F)
    HP: 60
    EN: 50

    PAR (10%)

    Rag
    Toast
  8. Ragnarokalex

    Ragnarokalex

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    Confuse Ray - Psychic - WilloWisp
  9. Flora

    Flora Yep, that tasted purple!
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    @above, the taunt will fail since it's actually still taunted.
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    EDIT:oof, nvm im too tired for actual thinking things like this
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  12. Flora

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    [​IMG]
    Plasmius
    HP: 50
    EN: 73

    Taunt (1a)
    Disable (Discharge, 4a)
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    Maltia (F)
    HP: 60
    EN: 50

    PAR (10%)

    Round 3

    beautiful flavor (open)

    I [SIZE=+1] TOOK a large room, far up Broadway, in a huge old building whose upper stories had been wholly unoccupied for years, until I came. The place had long been given up to dust and cobwebs, to solitude and silence. I seemed groping among the tombs and invading the privacy of the dead, that first night I climbed up to my quarters. For the first time in my life a superstitious dread came over me; and as I turned a dark angle of the stairway and an invisible cobweb swung its lazy woof in my face and clung there, I shuddered as one who had encountered a phantom.
    I was glad enough when I reached my room and locked out the mould and the darkness. A cheery fire was burning in the grate, and I sat down before it with a comforting sense of relief. For two hours I sat there, thinking of bygone times; recalling old scenes, and summoning half-forgotten faces out of the mists of the past; listening, in fancy, to voices that long ago grew silent for all time, and to once familiar songs that nobody sings now. And as my reverie softened down to a sadder and sadder pathos, the shrieking of the winds outside softened to a wail, the angry beating of the rain against the panes diminished to a tranquil patter, and one by one the noises in the street subsided, until the hurrying footsteps of the last belated straggler died away in the distance and left no sound behind.

    The fire had burned low. A sense of loneliness crept over me. I arose and undressed, moving on tiptoe about the room, doing stealthily what I had to do, as if I were environed by sleeping enemies whose slumbers it would be fatal to break. I covered up in bed, and lay listening to the rain and wind and the faint creaking of distant shutters, till they lulled me to sleep.

    I slept profoundly, but how long I do not know. All at once I found myself awake, and filled with a shuddering expectancy. All was still. All but my own heart -- I could hear it beat. Presently the bedclothes began to slip away slowly toward the foot of the bed, as if some one were pulling them! I could not stir; I could not speak. Still the blankets slipped deliberately away, till my breast was uncovered. Then with a great effort I seized them and drew them over my head. I waited, listened, waited. Once more that steady pull began, and once more I lay torpid a century of dragging seconds till my breast was naked again. At last I roused my energies and snatched the covers back to their place and held them with a strong grip. I waited. By and by I felt a faint tug, and took a fresh grip. The tug strengthened to a steady strain -- it grew stronger and stronger. My hold parted, and for the third time the blankets slid away. I groaned. An answering groan came from the foot of the bed! Beaded drops of sweat stood upon my forehead. I was more dead than alive. Presently I heard a heavy footstep in my room -- the step of an elephant, it seemed to me -- it was not like anything human. But it was moving FROM me -- there was relief in that. I heard it approach the door -- pass out without moving bolt or lock -- and wander away among the dismal corridors, straining the floors and joists till they creaked again as it passed -- and then silence reigned once more.

    When my excitement had calmed, I said to myself , "This is a dream -- simply a hideous dream." And so I lay thinking it over until I convinced myself that it WAS a dream, and then a comforting laugh relaxed my lips and I was happy again. I got up and struck a light; and when I found that the locks and bolts were just as I had left them, another soothing laugh welled in my heart and rippled from my lips. I took my pipe and lit it, and was just sitting down before the fire, when -- down went the pipe out of my nerveless fingers, the blood forsook my cheeks, and my placid breathing was cut short with a gasp! In the ashes on the hearth, side by side with my own bare footprint, was another, so vast that in comparison mine was but an infant's'! Then I had HAD a visitor, and the elephant tread was explained.

    I put out the light and returned to bed, palsied with fear. I lay a long time, peering into the darkness , and listening. Then I heard a grating noise overhead, like the dragging of a heavy body across the floor; then the throwing down of the body, and the shaking of my windows in response to the concussion. In distant parts of the building I heard the muffled slamming of doors. I heard, at intervals , stealthy footsteps creeping in and out among the corridors, and up and down the stairs. Sometimes these noises approached my door, hesitated, and went away again. I heard the clanking of chains faintly, in remote passages, and listened while the clanking grew nearer -- while it wearily climbed the stairways, marking each move by the loose surplus of chain that fell with an accented rattle upon each succeeding step as the goblin that bore it advanced. I heard muttered sentences; half-uttered screams that seemed smothered violently; and the swish of invisible garments, the rush of invisible wings. Then I became conscious that my chamber was invaded -- that I was not alone. I heard sighs and breathings about my bed, and mysterious whisperings. Three little spheres of soft phosphorescent light appeared on the ceiling directly over my head, clung and glowed there a moment, and then dropped -- two of them upon my face and one upon the pillow. They spattered, liquidly, and felt warm. Intuition told me they had turned to gouts of blood as they fell -- I needed no light to satisfy myself of that. Then I saw pallid faces, dimly luminous, and white uplifted hands, floating bodiless in the air -- floating a moment and then disappearing. The whispering ceased, and the voices and the sounds, and a solemn stillness followed. I waited and listened. I felt that I must have light or die. I was weak with fear. I slowly raised myself toward a sitting posture, and my face came in contact with a clammy hand! All strength went from me ap- parently, and I fell back like a stricken invalid. Then I heard the rustle of a garment -- it seemed to pass to the door and go out.

    When everything was still once more, I crept out of bed, sick and feeble, and lit the gas with a hand that trembled as if it were aged with a hundred years. The light brought some little cheer to my spirits. I sat down and fell into a dreamy contemplation of that great footprint in the ashes. By and by its outlines began to waver and grow dim. I glanced up and the broad gas flame was slowly wilting away. In the same moment I heard that elephantine tread again. I noted its approach, nearer and nearer, along the musty halls, and dimmer and dimmer the light waned. The tread reached my very door and paused -- the light had dwindled to a sickly blue, and all things about me lay in a spectral twilight. The door did not open, and yet I felt a faint gust of air fan my cheek, and presently was conscious of a huge, cloudy presence before me. I watched it with fascinated eyes. A pale glow stole over the Thing; gradually its cloudy folds took shape -- an arm appeared, then legs, then a body, and last a great sad face looked out of the vapor. Stripped of its filmy housings, naked, muscular and comely, the majestic Cardiff Giant loomed above me!

    All my misery vanished -- for a child might know that no harm could come with that benignant countenance. My cheerful spirits returned at once, and in sympathy with them the gas flamed up brightly again. Never a lonely outcast was so glad to welcome company as I was to greet the friendly giant. I said:

    "Why, is it nobody but you? Do you know, I have been scared to death for the last two or three hours? I am most honestly glad to see you. I wish I had a chair -- Here, here, don't try to sit down in that thing!

    But it was too late. He was in it before I could stop him, and down he went -- I never saw a chair shivered so in my life.

    "Stop, stop, You'll ruin ev--"

    Too late again. There was another crash, and another chair was resolved into its original elements.

    "Confound it, haven't you got any judgment at all? Do you want to ruin all the furniture on the place? Here, here, you petrified fool--"

    But it was no use. Before I could arrest him he had sat down on the bed, and it was a melancholy ruin.

    "Now what sort of a way is that to do? First you come lumbering about the place bringing a legion of vagabond goblins along with you to worry me to death, and then when I overlook an indelicacy of costume which would not be tolerated anywhere by cultivated people except in a respectable theater, and not even there if the nudity were of YOUR sex, you repay me by wrecking all the furniture you can find to sit down on. And why will you? You damage yourself as much as you do me. You have broken off the end of your spinal column, and littered up the floor with chips of your hams till the place looks like a marble yard. You ought to be ashamed of yourself -- you are big enough to know better."

    "Well, I will not break any more furniture. But what am I to do? I have not had a chance to sit down for a century." And the tears came into his eyes.

    "Poor devil," I said, "I should not have been so harsh with you. And you are an orphan, too, no doubt. But sit down on the floor here -- nothing else can stand your weight -- and besides, we cannot be sociable with you away up there above me; I want you down where I can perch on this high counting-house stool and gossip with you face to face."

    So he sat down on the floor, and lit a pipe which I gave him, threw one of my red blankets over his shoulders, inverted my sitz-bath on his head, helmet fashion, and made himself picturesque and comfortable. Then he crossed his ankles, while I renewed the fire, and exposed the flat, honey-combed bottoms of his prodigious feet to the grateful warmth.

    "What is the matter with the bottom of your feet and the back of your legs, that they are gouged up so?"

    "Infernal chillblains -- I caught them clear up to the back of my head, roosting out there under Newell's farm. But I love the place; I love it as one loves his old home. There is no peace for me like the peace I feel when I am there."

    We talked along for half an hour, and then I noticed that he looked tired, and spoke of it. "Tired?" he said. "Well, I should think so. And now I will tell you all about it, since you have treated me so well. I am the spirit of the Petrified Man that lies across the street there in the Museum. I am the ghost of the Cardiff Giant. I can have no rest, no peace, till they have given that poor body burial again. Now what was the most natural thing for me to do, to make men satisfy this wish? Terrify them into it! -- haunt the place where the body lay! So I haunted the museum night after night. I even got other spirits to help me. But it did no good, for nobody ever came to the museum at midnight. Then it occurred to me to come over the way and haunt this place a little. I felt that if I ever got a hearing I must succeed, for I had the most efficient company that perdition could furnish. Night after night we have shivered around through these mildewed halls, dragging chains, groaning, whispering, tramping up and down stairs, till, to tell you the truth, I am almost worn out. But when I saw a light in your room to-night I roused my energies again and went at it with a deal of the old freshness. But I am tired out -- entirely fagged out. Give me, I beseech you, give me some hope!"

    I lit off my perch in a burst of excitement, and exclaimed:

    "This transcends everything -- everything that ever did occur! Why you poor blundering old fossil, you have had all your trouble for nothing -- you have been haunting a PLASTER CAST of yourself -- the real Cardiff Giant is in Albany!

    [Footnote by Twain: A fact. The original fraud was ingeniously and fraudfully duplicated, and exhibited in New York as the "only genuine" Cardiff Giant (to the unspeakable disgust of the owners of the real colossus) at the very same time that the latter was drawing crowds at a museum in Albany.]

    Confound it, don't you know your own remains?"

    I never saw such an eloquent look of shame, of pitiable humiliation, overspread a countenance before.

    The Petrified Man rose slowly to his feet, and said:

    "Honestly, IS that true?"

    "As true as I am sitting here."

    He took the pipe from his mouth and laid it on the mantel, then stood irresolute a moment (unconsciously, from old habit, thrusting his hands where his pantaloons pockets should have been, and meditatively dropping his chin on his breast), and finally said:

    "Well -- I NEVER felt so absurd before. The Petrified Man has sold everybody else, and now the mean fraud has ended by selling its own ghost! My son, if there is any charity left in your heart for a poor friendless phantom like me, don't let this get out. Think how YOU would feel if you had made such an ass of yourself."

    I heard his, stately tramp die away, step by step down the stairs and out into the deserted street, and felt sorry that he was gone, poor fellow -- and sorrier still that he had carried off my red blanket and my bath tub.


    --THE END--[/SIZE]

    calculations (open)

    Action 1
    Plasmius (Blizzard): miss [7 EN]
    Maltia (Confuse Ray): [4 EN]
    4 action confusion

    Action 2
    Plasmius hits itself in confusion
    Plasmius (4-3) = [1 DMG/3 EN]
    Plasmius has 2 more actions of confusion!

    Maltia (Psychic): ((6+5)-1.5) = 9.5 ~ [10 DMG/7 EN]

    Action 3
    Plasmius doesn't hit itself
    Plasmius (Blizzard): (12+3+3) = [18 DMG/7 EN]
    Maltia (Will-O-Wisp): hits [7 EN]

    -2 HP (Plasmius)


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    Plasmius
    HP: 37
    EN: 56

    Disable (Discharge, 1a)
    Burn
    Confused (1a)
    [​IMG]
    Maltia (F)
    HP: 42
    EN: 32

    PAR (5%)

    Toast
    Rag
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    Psychic - Confuse Ray - Psychic
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    edit: wait i gave stab when i shouldn't have. this changes the round.
    edit: fixed
    [​IMG]
    Plasmius
    HP: 37
    EN: 56

    Disable (Discharge, 1a)
    Burn
    Confused (1a)
    [​IMG]
    Maltia (F)
    HP: 42
    EN: 32

    PAR (5%)

    Round 3

    beautiful flavor (open)

    In the greenest of our valleys
    By good angels tenanted,
    Once a fair and stately palace--
    Radiant palace- reared its head.
    In the monarch Thought's dominion--
    It stood there!
    Never seraph spread a pinion
    Over fabric half so fair!

    Banners yellow, glorious, golden,
    On its roof did float and flow,
    (This- all this- was in the olden
    Time long ago,)
    And every gentle air that dallied,
    In that sweet day,
    Along the ramparts plumed and pallid,
    A winged odor went away.

    Wanderers in that happy valley,
    Through two luminous windows, saw
    Spirits moving musically,
    To a lute's well-tuned law,
    Round about a throne where, sitting
    (Porphyrogene!)
    In state his glory well-befitting,
    The ruler of the realm was seen.

    And all with pearl and ruby glowing
    Was the fair palace door,
    Through which came flowing, flowing, flowing,
    And sparkling evermore,
    A troop of Echoes, whose sweet duty
    Was but to sing,
    In voices of surpassing beauty,
    The wit and wisdom of their king.

    But evil things, in robes of sorrow,
    Assailed the monarch's high estate.
    (Ah, let us mourn!- for never morrow
    Shall dawn upon him desolate!)
    And round about his home the glory
    That blushed and bloomed,
    Is but a dim-remembered story
    Of the old time entombed.

    And travellers, now, within that valley,
    Through the red-litten windows see
    Vast forms, that move fantastically
    To a discordant melody,
    While, like a ghastly rapid river,
    Through the pale door
    A hideous throng rush out forever
    And laugh- but smile no more.


    -The End-


    calculations (open)

    Action 1
    Plasmius doesn't hit itself
    Plasmius (Hex): (10+3) x 1.5 = [20 DMG/7 EN]
    Maltia (Psychic): ((6+5)-1.5) = 9.5 ~ [10 DMG/7 EN]
    -1 SpD (Plasmius) (4a)

    -2 HP (Plasmius)

    Action 2
    Plasmius (Blizzard): (12+3+3) = [18 DMG/7 EN]
    Maltia (Confuse Ray): [4 EN]
    4 action confusion

    -2 HP (Plasmius)

    Action 3
    Plasmius hits itself in confusion
    Plasmius (4-3) = [1 DMG/3 EN]
    Plasmius has 2 more actions of confusion!

    Maltia (Psychic): ((6+5)-1.5) = 9.5 + 1.75 = 11.25 ~ [11 DMG/7 EN]

    -2 HP (Plasmius)


    [​IMG]
    Plasmius
    HP: 9
    EN: 39

    Burn
    Confused (2a)
    [​IMG]
    Maltia (F)
    HP: 4
    EN: 14


    need this next round (open)

    Rewards
    ToastTyrant13: 2 TCs
    - Plasmius: 3 MCs | 1 KOC
    Ragnarokalex: 3 TCs
    - Maltia: 1 EC | 2 MCs


    Rag
    Toast
  16. Ragnarokalex

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    Welp, let's spam discharge and hope something happens!

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    [​IMG]
    Plasmius
    HP: 9
    EN: 39

    Burn
    Confused (2a)
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    Maltia (F)
    HP: 4
    EN: 14


    Round 4

    beautiful flavor (open)

    [SIZE=+1]THE peace which others seek they find;
    The heaviest storms not longest last;
    Heaven grants even to the guiltiest mind
    An amnesty for what is past;
    When will my sentence be reversed?
    I only pray to know the worst;
    And wish as if my heart would burst.
    O weary struggle! silent years
    Tell seemingly no doubtful tale;
    And yet they leave it short, and fears
    And hopes are strong and will prevail.
    My calmest faith escapes not pain;
    And, feeling that the hope is vain,
    I think that he will come again.[/SIZE]

    calculations (open)

    Action 1
    Maltia (Night Shade): [10 DMG/4 EN]
    Plasmius fainted!


    [​IMG]
    Plasmius
    HP: KOed
    EN: KOed

    Burn
    Confused (2a)
    [​IMG]
    Maltia (F)
    HP: 4
    EN: 10

    Ha! GG everyone! I really thought Plasmius was going to win, but I guess Confuse Ray did it in. Also, I think more Hex spam was in order. Blizzard misses. <_<

    Rewards
    ToastTyrant13: 2 TCs
    - Plasmius: 3 MCs
    Ragnarokalex: 3 TCs
    - Maltia: 1 EC | 2 MCs | 1 KOC
    Flora: 2 RTs
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