@Sonata: Not much stigma now, Gen/Off are nice folk and RPG are hung up on their own cliques
it should be doable.
@Kuma_From_Argentina: just be an inclusive group
@noctisXsora: can you hear the NLF?
Buck observed from where he stood as it appeared that a stranger is shooting a gun, every penguin remains perfectly calm and thus resumed in their common activities. The Mad Cock however started to scream, to those that can listen it is a mental equivalent to a chalkboard being grated by a piece of glass. It did not affect avian life as it is directed indiscriminately towards any and all humanoid types within reach of the soundwaves.
Karnak approached the portal each step smaller then the last he did not expect to be heading to another universe and yet here he was after a large company paid him to go scout this portal and see how dangerous the denizens were ,probably before they tried to move their business their takeover , he had triple checked his suit the night before.Because if something went wrong in their he would not have a plan b he was going to have to make up his entire plan on the fly which is not how he liked to do things .
His large suit of armor caused the ice to shake he took one deep breath before charging headfirst into the portal not knowing what terror lurked behind it.
(Sorry this was short just something to get us started ).
http://www.comicvine.com/forums/rpg-9/karnak-the-heavy-armored-mercenary-1501059/#3 (info on karnak ).
The welcoming party is already here as a colony of penguins ominously flutter towards the floating light, but they seem innocent yet their numbers are enough to block the sheet of ice below them. It was almost an ocean of black feathers and squawk, It was somewhat of the mad cock's way of saying 'hello' but minus the hug and the multiple stabbing to the back of the spine. He can see them yet they are probably confused as of why there are so many goddamn penguin lying around when they are supposed to be migrating elsewhere. The man will eventually notice something is wrong with the dead, naked british guy under the bottom of the big penguin.
Buck entered the fray by rising upwards from a layer of snow, ready to greet this guest as they are both isolated in a field of birds. The british man is one man known as 'Jamie Oliver', he tried to spread healthy eating. For that he has to die.
Buk Buk Bukok
The Gallus took notice of a pan-universal incurstion taking place at an Ice Cap, the hens are at unrest while the cocks are louder. Experimentation, experimentation, and Buck is looking through the eye of a blue penguin. Naked in a dark room with only one television set in front of him, his entire body lubricated with frying oil as a mysterious hand pours a pan of boiling oil down his cloaca. It tingles to have hot oil bubbling on his genitalia, he watches as there seems to be a violent shaking on one corner of the room. It was a british gentleman, blond hair and blue eyes. The good chap tried to replace General Ander's food chains with a healthy alternative to stop obesity in America and England, but such new way of thought cannot do as Buck is the prophet to carry out Genera Ander's chicken manifesto.
So the man has been fed with a few cuts of his own flesh mixed with Buck's, a bucket of nuggets or he is forced to watch his children get eaten by a pack of wild roosters. He complied after having seen his wife broken into insanity with three words. From his eyes, now focused on the television as the violent shaking in the background is accompanied by a clucking sound. One of the men seems to be that of an overweight Rikishi, this fascinates him to think of what kinds of 'products' that he would want to try on that blob of a man. Meanwhile the sound in the background turned into wet thumps accompanied by whimpered cries. A bloodied hand enters the light with a meat cleaver and an amputated ankle, showing the progression of scales from tumours.
"I have dealt with that clown, and his goonies. I will move on to you and the rest of your 'culinary' world then I shall expand the manifesto over to the 'other' side" Hubris cloyed the heart of the chicken. It was pride that made him care, normally it is he who plans incursions abducting children as humans would pluck eggs out the nest of hens. Sometimes he would boil them alive only to return them into their beds for their parents to notice later on. As humanoid chicken he gets off on 'despair' and has a newfound habit of driving beings into such a state, whether it is to lick the tears directly from their eyes or just to simply watch an upstanding hero break down into a catatonic state. It is the best form to process humans, who think to the the highest thing on the food chain. It is an illusion as they too will get turned into nuggets, as the manifesto is everywhere.
He gets up, and the lights went off.