Lurker > IhatethisCPU

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"Death is only the end if you assume the story is about you." Night Vale Radio

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"Death is only the end if you assume the story is about you." Night Vale Radio

so yeah I'm creatively blanking right now but will ic thing when I'm not mentally asploded.

Celebs:
TRENT?
Roadblock (GI Joe, he might've been but I don't remember)
The Fisher of Men (RPPR Actual Play: Bryson Springs *THIS IS WHAT YOU GET WHEN NO ONE ELSE NOMINATES CELEBS.*)
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"Death is only the end if you assume the story is about you." Night Vale Radio

I'm not adverse to potentially getting fired and choosing my replacement.

...Although I could probably get away with the first considering I do tend to die, just have to do that to change gimmicks again.

Runback with Bang because of the Bison thing, will.... do more in character potentially tomorrow assume I have power.
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"Death is only the end if you assume the story is about you." Night Vale Radio

(Peace and quiet in the Council.)

"...You ever wonder what it'd be like if your skin could scream?"

"Right that's it-"

"OW OW OW"

"BACK TO TRAINING WITH YOU".
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"Death is only the end if you assume the story is about you." Night Vale Radio

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"Death is only the end if you assume the story is about you." Night Vale Radio

(B seems the most apropos, C seems the most *accurate?* A has a good chance of being the longest but considering the proposed match, a few reboot feels a *bit* unlikely. ^_^' B.)
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"Death is only the end if you assume the story is about you." Night Vale Radio

"...A-anyway..." ECHO coughs, tries to get back on track. "Your actions a little less than a month ago were... a little upsetting, to say the least. They're the final reason the Old Man will never return to this ring..." (Muttering under their breath: "...Probably at least. You never know in this business. Bryan came back and Shibata's still considering it-") "And the reason this body is where I will remain for the foreseeable future."

They stretch their arm, rolling up one of their sleeves, revealing a pulsating mass of cables and flesh, in equal parts frustrated and admiring before they roll the sleeve back down. "However, the results of your actions are not my issue at this time, no, no... it is the manner in which you composed yourself as you carried them out. That grin, your eyes... the sheer disrespect of the Old Man's legacy. That is not something I can abide, even from someone that scares me as much as you do, and especially from someone who I respect as much as I do."

They... remove the mask as they step into the shadows, taking a large chug from the bottle of Mr. Pibb and wiping the sweat from their face, before replacing it. "Your... compatriots, however. The Brit, my former body's employer, and the dictator, your bo-" ...They pause. "...Your bo- okay I can't say that phrase in relation to that man without wanting to be sick into my mask. You can do better, Mrs. DuPree." They shake their head. "Those two, on the other hand... I don't have much use for, but yet... I can't really afford to ignore. You're a smart person, Bang. I know you'll use anything at anyone at your disposal get ahead of an opponent, and I can't fault you for it."

They step back into the light, nod at the shadows behind them. "That, however, is part of the reason I have the Council, now. They aren't technically under B8WL contract only a request from yours truly, so they can't legally be at ringside... but there's nothing saying, as far as I am aware, that they can't prevent interference from known quantities from getting to the ring." They tilt their head... smiling? "So, while two of my friends and compatriots are... dealing with that problem, hopefully... (The long raven haired man from bearing leans into the light and winks, as does a short-haired redhead, although her hair hides hers, before they go back into the darkness.)

"We'll have the ring to ourselves, barring... the eventual unexpected circumstances. And as such, I have a proposal, Mrs. DuPress." They lean forward. "I'm not about to deny you your ingenuity and penchant for violence, only the numbers gamethat I don't believe you need. Our esteemed GM, using that... bizarre service I can't figure out how to use..." A pause, then double dope slaps from the people in the shadows. "OW- hnnn.... has already made adjustments to the rivalry and B8WL match... I propose a "Mechanicsburg Death Match". Simpler than it sounds, best 2 of 3, falls count anywhere contest, and we bring our own weapons instead of taxing the B8WL's budget further than it's already been stretched. It *should*, additionally, lessen the chances of... the usual heckery that tends to happen at our big PPVs. It's your choice... (Muttering.... "Along with the bookers, I didn't actually clear the idea with them beforehand this time-") and I will, happily, await your response, Mrs. DuPree. You know where to find me."

They finish the bottle, and snap their fingers. ...The camera doesn't turn off. "..." And there is giggling heard from off camera, as a flush crosses their face, and they get up to begin yelling at the person offscreen before the screen switches back to static.)
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"Death is only the end if you assume the story is about you." Night Vale Radio

(Ah I see. Understandable ^_^')



"A fine morning, cowards and corpses!"

The static fades, and the camera pulls out from the TV for a wide shot of the room from the last 'vignette' of sorts. It's better decorated, a wall of flatscreen and CRT televisions turning off and on in patterns, some sort of biomechanical forest swaying in a nonexistent breeze, various electronics and flora interspersed throughout the area, and then the sways over to the left, and to a waving android, and a group of shadows standing behind them.

"Well, well, well! We have almost made it to the first ever PLAAYMania, with only two people being unable to compete at all, and only one having to do so while badly injured." The android leans back in his chair/throne, and nonchalantly opens a nearby.... mini...fridge. ....Right. They reach in and pull out a ice-cold bottle of Mr. Pibb. "It probably says a lot that the number is better than we expected, even with one of the missing being one of the scariest people in the company." He glances at the bottle, opens it, taking a sip through the gas mask *somehow*.

"Big event, really. Every title on the line, a rivalry from a promotion that has lingered long after the richly deserved death of the group it originated in. A man of dark secrets defending his title from a man with no morals, the biggest title in the company being defended against a man with a beard that did *nothing* in the match that earned him his shot, against one of the biggest names in wrestling history, a walking legend, who is also one of the weirdest men I've ever had the pleasure of meeting. We also have a battle royale that will hopefully honouring the legacy of the greatest all-around veteran of over 50 years, Mr. Harley Race, because if it *doesn't*, everyone involve will have to answer to us for their incompetence and insolence."

They lean forward, mask's... eyes... gleaming? "However, those are not the reasons we are here today, are they?" They stand, fist curling, head turned to the side. "Noooooo, no no. We are here to discuss a very... personal... matter, and a comparatively minor matter of prestige... and a match with one of the most frightening beings in this entire multiverse." They look back at the camera, and... despite the mask obscuring any facial features, the lower half flashes... sharp, pointy teeth, very much like a shark's, as they begin pacing. "Miss Bangladesh DuPree, sky pirate, psychopath, truely beautiful person, one of the reasons the UCA title actually has some prestige now, a truly formidable hand-to-hand fighter... and someone I have been wanting to have a match with for a long, long time, but have never had to opportunity to do so before this upcoming night."

They pause, shiver. "...I just wish you hadn't made it... personal, Miss DuPree. Always thought it'd be a fun match against an amazing brawler and hardcore badass, and we could do some amazing things in the ring together." The gas mask's 'eyes' fade to dark. "...Then... you... did what you did. I do not mind the sneak attack and beating, I'm honestly impressed ya pulled that off, and at your planning." The mask darkens further. "...I speak of your destruction of my mentor's phylactery, and of my former body's method of returning to this plane of existence. ...Granted, considering where that meatsack's apparently found himself-"

(TVs turn on, CPU runs by with his arms in the air screaming- "WHY ARE THERE SNOW TROLLS IN RIVERWOOD-")

The android pauses. And both they and the shadows behind them slap their faces in unison.

(Continued in next post)
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"Death is only the end if you assume the story is about you." Night Vale Radio

(....Did we buy Tout? How much money do we have to make bad decisions with?!)
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"Death is only the end if you assume the story is about you." Night Vale Radio

(....I am creatively blanking currently because *of course I am*, still thinkin' tho)
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"Death is only the end if you assume the story is about you." Night Vale Radio

(....Okay, okay. will have to do somethin' big promo-wise for before PLAAYMANIA since didn't get injured like I was honestly kinda expecting.... okay, later today, hopefully...)
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"Death is only the end if you assume the story is about you." Night Vale Radio

(....wait Bison's Bang's boyfriend here? ....dear god how did I miss that @_@")
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"Death is only the end if you assume the story is about you." Night Vale Radio

ECHO: "Right, first things first, I have to commend the war criminal on his stamina and skill, you'd have to be blind or even more petty than I am to deny that."

Ray: "War cri- oh, right."

ECHO: "Yes, the plumber is the war-"

Ray: "I did actually watch that episode."

ECHO: *Pauses, not expecting this at all.* "...R-right, ahem. Anyhow, very good show, Mr. Toadstool, especially with... whatever the hell happened with that stake. ...I... I will have to take a look into that, since security clearly cannot be trusted. The loss has set my other plans back a little, I have to admit, but I am a patient person."

Ray: "What else, if anything?"

ECHO: "A lesser being would comment on the performance of their former colleagues, but this one will only say that they hope they recover from what happened there sooner rather than later. A more intelligent being would also not comment on how they're working on acquiring a certain young lawyer's services for future use."

Ray: "And anything else?"

ECHO: "...Nothing, really. ...Should I have...?"

Ray: "No comments on the winner?"

ECHO: "..." "..." "...' *A cybernetic sweatdrop seeps through the gasmask.* "...."

Ray: "...You don't actually know who won did you."

ECHO: "Honestly no, I was chasing young Miss Pyrope and trying to catch her with my chest nets as soon as I got backstage, only heard bits and pieces of commentary over her laughing at me."

Ray: "...Korayashi."

ECHO: "...Who-"

Ray: "ONE OF YOUR OLD STABLEMATES"

ECHO: "...Wait, really?"

Ray: "YES!"

ECHO: "....I retract my stat- wait, the one with that ridiculous beard now?"

Ray: "Oh, now you remember!"

ECHO: "He's facing Cena."

Ray: "Yes."

ECHO: "...This is unexpected. Might end up having to readjust my plans further." *They look unusually serious at that, even after the change in attitude.* "...How many eliminations did he...?"

Ray: "...None, actually."

ECHO: "What?"

Ray: "Maniac eliminated that serial killer guy for him."

ECHO: "...So he he won the Rumble, in a match where the leader got double digit eliminations, and lasted well hour a hour from what I heard... without getting one himself?"

Ray: "Indeed he did."

ECHO: "...Par for the course, really. Alright, won't have to adjust plans after all, most likely, but must consult the Council, resume my training and get Mrs. Pyrope settled in, after she's done trying to murder me for chasing her around the building. ...And double training for a potential match with Mrs. DuPree. If I know her, she's going to be frustrated after what happened out there."
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"Death is only the end if you assume the story is about you." Night Vale Radio

Intern: *Raises an eyebrow* "And if he doesn't."

ECHO: *Grins.* "Then *I* will take it off her."

Intern: *Eyebrow raises further* "You... actually want the belt?"

ECHO: "Why are- oh- ooooh, I see. *They nod, realizing just now how big a shift this is from... previous views.* "A title is only as prestigious as the people that have held it, and how it's been treated by those people. The 'previous' organization I worked for... small group with serious backstage politicking issues. It ws almost literally a popularity contest with mostly vanilla workers with the booker deciding who won each match. It was RoH without the thin veneer of respectability, basically. Here... Daniel Bryan, John Cena, Pentagon Jr, Bowser, the ROCK, THE MOTHERFUCKING UNDERTAKER. WHO DOESN'T WANT ONE TO EARN A BELT WORN BY ONE OF THOSE LEGENDS?! THAT'S A BELT WORTH FIGHTING FOR. ...And I will not have some slimy weasel with a pet psychopath- other than myself, obviously- devalue it by potentially handing it over to someone else. Especially a man that allows their employees and civilian to injure others backstage without consequence, or even end others careers."

Intern: "I *see.* ...Speaking of..."

ECHO: "...I'm... not prepared to deal with my former group yet. ...Or what happened during my time leading it. ...That will come though, believe me. Anything else? I need to return to training, or at least fix the waterfall for it."

Intern: "No, that's enough for- fix a waterfall?"

ECHO: "That old endurance training. Meditating under the waterfall."

Intern: "That I understand. How do you *fix* a...?"

ECHO: *Pauses.* "...Need to adjust the waterflow."

Intern: "...."

ECHO: "...Last time I started and had Rider turn it on, it burst and I flushed myself all of the way to the Midas River, hitting every rock on the way there. I think I set it on geyser accidentally but I'm not wholly sure how or why."

Intern: "....That explains why you're in casual clothes. ...And the bruises. ....Are you okay?"

ECHO: "Huh? Oh yeah, these are from the baseball bats."

Intern: "Bats?"

ECHO: "I got lost on my way back and ran into two girls looking for their kidnapped boyfriend, and apparently I look like enough of a thug they just beat me senseless with baseball bats and their fists for a good ten minutes."

Intern: "...River City?"

ECHO: "Yeah."

Intern: "...Took them ten minutes?"

ECHO: "They'd just started and were underleveled. With the constant juggling and them not letting me get up I had no time to respond. ...Not that I would've been able to if I could. *SHudders.*"

Intern: "...How much are you being paid to-"

ECHO: "NOWHERE NEAR AS MUCH AS RIVER CITY GIRLS IS WORTH. PLAY IT NOW AND GET TO MEET KYOKO AND MISAKO YOURSELF TODAY-"

Intern: *Baseball bat to the head*

ECHO: "...Deserved that. ...Seriously though they hurt like hell."

Intern: "I can imagine. Thank you for answering my questions, ECHO."

ECHO: "Thank you for coming by, Ray. You know where to find me if they want me to answer anything else. ...Need to get back to training, seriously." *Sprints off.*
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"Death is only the end if you assume the story is about you." Night Vale Radio

(Backstage, same room as the gimmick's debut, but... different. TV screens in the back off for the most part, other than the one next to the 'throne', for lack of a better word, and various obscured figures moving various implements and furniture around the room. An intern interns the room with another camera-man, and he waves down one of the people, a slim but well-muscled tattooed man with long black hair.)

Intern: "Oi, I'm looking for the guy in the gas mask to ask a few questions about what happened on the show last night, have you seen him?"

Man: "You're looking for-" (The man nods and claps off to the right, ECHO, in more casual clothing but still wearing the gas mask, walks over, a little confused.)

ECHO: "Oi oi? I was setting up the new trainin' area, whatcha need Shinsi-" (ECHO then sees, and everyone watch can *feel* him frowning, even with the mask hiding his face.) "Ah, I see. Could you take over, it's half-way set up, but the striking pads that one of the Council bought has been giving me trouble. ...Keeps smacking me in the face."

Man: "Gotcha, will get right on it boss." *He laughs as the cyborg shoots him a look at the 'boss' comment and pats him on the head as he passes.*

ECHO: *Chuckling despite himself, looks back at the intern* "What's up? Things are a little busy right now, prepping for the Rumble, and for ambitions... past the Rumble."

Intern: *Clearly unphased by this point.* "Obviously. Just came to ask a few questions, then you can go back to whatever you're doing he-" The intern pauses. "...You said Council?"

ECHO: *Curses to themself, then nods* "Yeah, I figured since I'm... somehow.... a face now, that I needed a new group of people to watch after me, and to try to prevent something like what happened to my last body again. Called in some favors from elsewhere in the industry, and have a group of people to keep me focused and watch my back. Felt it was needed here, with how things have gone since this place opened. ...Especially considering what the B8BL's security let what happened to Bowser. *The gas mask clouds over for a moment.)

Intern: "But a *Council?*"

ECHO: "Hmm- oh, the name it-" *They nod.* "Group of nine people to help me train and stay in shape, make sure I don't over-exert myself or do anything exceptionally stupid, like almost cause an international incident. That fricking war criminal and his diplomatic immunity. They won't be coming to the ring to help, just staying backstage to try to help keep some order back here. ...And to keep me company. ...Honestly, it's a bit... lonely back here by myself."

Intern: "...Ah... Are you going to introduce them to...?"

ECHO: "They'll introduce themselves if they think it's necessary, don't worry."

Intern: *nods, then goes back to the questions he planned to ask.* "So, concerning what happened with Mrs. DuPree and her group last week..."

ECHO: "...What happened with- ooh, right, right, the brawl after the match with Bison. ....And Undertaker's urn. *They take a deep breath.* "That is part of the reason I'm training. *They grin, humorlessly.* "After I win the Rumble, I'm going after Mrs. DuPree for her disrespect to Mr. Taker. I know how strong she is, and how unpredictable she is. I need to be in peak condition for her. Her partners might be an issue, but if I can handle her, I can handle them. And besides, I have the Council to ask for advice now."

Intern: "And the Cueto and Panthera situation?"

ECHO: "I can multitask with him and Madame DuPree. He's still a menace that needs to be removed. ...And as to his offer to Panthera... If he's a coward and actually takes that offer, then I will remove it from his possession, and return it to it's proper owner." / (Brief continuation.)
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"Death is only the end if you assume the story is about you." Night Vale Radio

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"Death is only the end if you assume the story is about you." Night Vale Radio

DOES no one UNDERSTAND THE CONCEPT OF PMS OTHER THAN ME?
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"Death is only the end if you assume the story is about you." Night Vale Radio

(There's a *minor* issue with an incoming hurricane, because of *course* there is when there's an upcoming RUmble, but assuming things are okay, will probably have some time to think and respond to the Bang thing. ....Hopefully. ^_^')
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"Death is only the end if you assume the story is about you." Night Vale Radio

bit too distracted for ic stuff at the moment so here:
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"Death is only the end if you assume the story is about you." Night Vale Radio

....Who? Also, forgive the overly pedantic question, but are your stable-mates secretly trees?
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"Death is only the end if you assume the story is about you." Night Vale Radio

(https://rave.dj/0Ax7GXx3XhyH-Q
https://rave.dj/ogkMSHdqml6fUA don't worry about these)
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"Death is only the end if you assume the story is about you." Night Vale Radio

I'm fine with a Dragon Gate style stable system, but yeaaaaaaaah. ...Lessee how the Rumble turns out and go from there, perhaps?

....also I'm weirdly okay with Ludvig getting in to stand-in for Bowser
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"Death is only the end if you assume the story is about you." Night Vale Radio

Honestly have no ideas for either stable's name at this present time because busy watching the Rumblethon, unless either group actually wants to be called Y2Kronik or Jawnny's Long-suffering Bathtub.

Celebs:
Jonny Sucks
Hansi Krsch
Cluny the Scourge
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"Death is only the end if you assume the story is about you." Night Vale Radio

I don't trust dice/rng on general principle although I do adore it, and dice/random shaming doesn't work. ^_^' they've shown they'll do it once before, wouldn't put it past them to do it again. ^__^''

....I don't wholly see the point of a round robin with a roster this small, unless it's done directly after an Exile/FoF PPV to give a higher chance of fresh match-ups. Otherwise it just ends with a bunch of matches that've already happened several times before. We don't have the history to make long-running rivalries a focal point for that. I will legitmately set myself on fire AGAIN, on PURPOSE this time if a certain one you might've considered after that sentence ever happens, as a note.

....If the TMW would actually be easier than EC than yeah okay ^_^
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"Death is only the end if you assume the story is about you." Night Vale Radio

....Not going to lie, I like the idea of the pyramid battle royale from TMW, but that has the same issue as EC in I have *no* idea how that'd work. ....And honestly we probably need a larger 'permanent' roster if Feast or Fired and Exile are gonna be in the rotation, especially with our already sizable injury and employment rate issues.

the G1 Climax and Bound for RNG have the have number of employees problem, but hiring more leads to screentime issues. Unless we go full factions/Freebird rule and give humans here the ability to pick people they wanna have for back-ups, but obvious issues there.

....And going to be honest, Triangle Trouble just seems underwhelming, somehow.

Do like the Gift of the Gods thing too, heaven knows LU isn't using it anymore.
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"Death is only the end if you assume the story is about you." Night Vale Radio

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....think I might finally have further character-work in mind now. ....will get back to dis tomorrow ic prolly)
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"Death is only the end if you assume the story is about you." Night Vale Radio

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"Death is only the end if you assume the story is about you." Night Vale Radio

(Somewhat pertinent remix for thing for once: https://rave.dj/px0folaIwwMorg)
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"Death is only the end if you assume the story is about you." Night Vale Radio

*bumping to be safe*
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"Death is only the end if you assume the story is about you." Night Vale Radio

....you have entirely too much faith in my writing ability david ^_^'
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"Death is only the end if you assume the story is about you." Night Vale Radio

(I don't feel comfortable writing for another human being, so collabing feels better for me, just lemme know what's needed from me. ...And hecking hell, yeah, dice tend to mess with plans. ^_^' ._.' ....And gonna be honest I'm a mite lost at the whole face thing, but will do what I can. hecking dice)
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"Death is only the end if you assume the story is about you." Night Vale Radio

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"Death is only the end if you assume the story is about you." Night Vale Radio

hmmmmmmm....

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"Death is only the end if you assume the story is about you." Night Vale Radio

...Hmm. Card games with an extremely heavy focus on skill-checks, then. Interestin'... hmm.
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"Death is only the end if you assume the story is about you." Night Vale Radio

...going to be honest, roller derby is not an option I ever expected to hear again, even after watching Rollerjam in the early 00s. ...And am... oddly curious about how golf or roller derby translate to cards O_O'
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"Death is only the end if you assume the story is about you." Night Vale Radio

....they have a golf game? o-o
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"Death is only the end if you assume the story is about you." Night Vale Radio

Nom:
Alphinaud (FFXIV)
John Peters (Night Vale, you know, the farmer)
Falsetto (Eternal Sonata)
The Bagged One (Baroque. As a note, I can't in good faith recommend playing Baroque, even with my fondness for it.)
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"Death is only the end if you assume the story is about you." Night Vale Radio

ECHO: "Choke on your own blood, man with poorly developed beard. Barring that, prove yourself and do something befitting your status."

Patrick: "....Like what?"

ECHO: "...I don't actually know what any of these people do so I can not say. Perhaps he can go to that spot in the US where Utah, Colorado, Arizona, and New Mexico meet and default dance in all four states at the same time."

Pat: "What?"

ECHO: "I do not know, apparently that is a thing with you walking fluid tubs."

Pat: "...If you don't know what they do then why are you hanging out with them?"

ECHO: "...That is actually a good point, I do not know. The others will be informed of the unit's dissolution immediately. They can decide what to do after that point."

Pat: "...That will leave the B8WL without a heel st-"

ECHO: "Why do I care what they need or want? If they can not adapt then they can bleed themselves dry. I have other priorities."

Pat: "You have mentioned, what do you mean?"

ECHO: "I do have an interest in Mrs. DuPree, but I will wait until she's finished with the old man of the flag. ...In the meantime, I need to have another word with the war criminal's coward wife."

Pat: "...War criminal-"

ECHO: "You've seen the Unraveled episode, you know what I mean."

Pat: "...That was a com-"

ECHO: "Humor does not obscure truth."

Pat: "What business do you hav-"

ECHO: "I am going to propose an alliance. Cueto is a coward and a fool, and he needs removed from power before he kills this company before I get-"

Pat: "...Par-"

ECHO: "No more questions, boy. Your file is still under review." *Walks away*
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"Death is only the end if you assume the story is about you." Night Vale Radio

Intern: "ECHO."

ECHO: "Yes, Patrick?"

Patrick: "May I ask a stupid question?"

ECHO: "No such thing as a stupid question, only a forbidden one. Your file will be marked for review should the occasion arise."

Patrick: "..."

ECHO: "Go on."

Patrick: "If I may ask, where did you come from?"

ECHO: "That is a simple one. I was programmed and developed to act as a back-up for when the former goop-collection's primary container went missing, again. I am here to act in his stead, and do things that he never will or could, even if he was to try. I am his better."

Patrick: "...Developed by...?"

ECHO: "That I have not been informed of. Presumably so they do not go missing as he has."

Patrick: "What *do* you intend to do?"

ECHO: "I have a list of targets. None of of are currently in my or were in the meatflap's proximity. They will be dealt with when the occasion arises."

Patrick: "...Are you a man or a...?"

ECHO: "I am superior."

Patrick: "Woman, got it. *Writes that down.*"

ECHO: *Gives a mechanical choking snerk.* "Fair play, little one. Anything else?"

Patrick: "When the bosses have more questions we'll contact you."

ECHO: "It is marked, as has been your file."

PAtrick: "Wh- but you sai-"

ECHO: "Just because the questions were forbidden does not mean you would not get answers. You will be contacted when your review is finished pending."

Patrick: "I-"

ECHO: "Someone will inform you, do not worry. I would suggest paranoia as a more fitting mood, because worrying will not help you when the time comes."

Pat: "..."

ECHO: "I have no intent on your life, dear young Von Monahan, there is no entertainment value in a corpse. Not when there's so much to be learned from watching their constant suffering instead." *Quiet giggle.*

Pat: *Books it*
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"Death is only the end if you assume the story is about you." Night Vale Radio

(Backstage:

CPU: "...Hey, Kenshin-sama."

Kenshin: "Oro?"

CPU: "...Sorry about what happened at Exile, ya didn't deserve-"

Kenshin: "Don't worry about it, nothing you could've done."

CPU: "...Hnn. *Scowls, shakes his head.* "...It'll be a shame not having you around backstage, it's gonna be a proper shithole without a leader like yourself, sir. It's only been a few months, and it already feels like late-term WCW, bunch of retired wrestlers looking to make a few final paychecks, two people from the *second* best game of last year, apparently, two people from a newly deceased fighting game franchise, half the roster of a dead federation, although people that actually fucking tried... and Bang and R-Truth. And I can't do what I did with UCA on general principle."

Kenshin: "Yeah? What's your point, CPU-kun?"

CPU: "...Just... musing out loud and letting off some steam. Sorry for laying this on ya when you're done with the company.

Kenshin: "Don't feel comfortable discussing this with your bosses?"

CPU: "Don't want to shit on the company to them when it's still relatively new, and they're doing what they can. And I can't talk to the bookers and producers, they seem to be those water-drinking birds arms with darts, you can't hold real talks with inanimate objects. *Sighs*"

Kenshin: *Tilts head* "Oro?"

CPU: "Not joking, actual drinking birds. Those wooden ones that dip in the glasses. *Rubs forehead.* Anyway, more important reason I'm here. Just wanted to thank you for the final exhibition before you went where-ever you're going. I always looked up to you as a kid, was a honor to get the chance."

Kenshin: *Grins* "Bombadil told me you'd been wanting a shot for awhile, this was the only real chance we had."

CPU: "Part of the reason I signed on with the B8WL, honestly. Knew I'd never get a shot otherwise, and... yeah. Need to thank him when I get the chance... anyway, just wanted to thank you, and wish you well, sir. *Steps back, and bows respectfully* "...Hope to see you around elsewhere, sir, and at the least... hope things go well out there."

Kenshin: *Laughs, nods* "Thank ya for saying so. Don't worry, it's a big world, and there's a lot of opportunity out there. Will be seeing people around, I'm sure.")

(And that's the case with random chance things I've noticed, Tahm. :p I just use d100 with modifiers and still get some proper bullshit with results. ^_^')
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"I like to quote, because I feel dead people shouldn't be excluded from the conversation." -Stuart Firestein, currently still alive.

https://rave.dj/Rs-Sn0GMeQMlKw
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"I like to quote, because I feel dead people shouldn't be excluded from the conversation." -Stuart Firestein, currently still alive.

(ECHO: "Do not worry, however, even he is going to hell along with the rest of you! For I have eaten all of the communion wafers for the fourth week in a row! YOU'RE ALL GOING TO HELL! BECAUSE OF MEEEEEEEEEEEE!")
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"I like to quote, because I feel dead people shouldn't be excluded from the conversation." -Stuart Firestein, currently still alive.

(ECHO: "I would also like to note that Keanu Reeves is too good a man for this hellhole.")
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"I like to quote, because I feel dead people shouldn't be excluded from the conversation." -Stuart Firestein, currently still alive.

Celeb Noms:

Todd in the Shadows (If Uncle Kracker counts....)
Batman's father, whatever his name is
Scottish Pokemon Trainer (Sword/Shield)
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"I like to quote, because I feel dead people shouldn't be excluded from the conversation." -Stuart Firestein, currently still alive.

ECHO: "In memory of two phenomenal competitors careers, and also Sonic the Hedgehog's, we will set our champion, the Master of Taybles, on fire. It shall be a viking's funeral, and another challenge for him to overcome."

(I *am* more than a tad angry I never got a match with Kenshin, though. I kept mentioning him for a bloody reason. :/)
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"I like to quote, because I feel dead people shouldn't be excluded from the conversation." -Stuart Firestein, currently still alive.

(ECHO would like to tender it's resignation because the bookers are talentless hacks, and are desperate enough to hire people that were in both SFV and SFxT. This is also partially due to lack of respect shown to those of our roster that deserve respect, while willingly hiring harbouring a war ccriminal.)
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"I like to quote, because I feel dead people shouldn't be excluded from the conversation." -Stuart Firestein, currently still alive.

('that's what happens when primarily UCA talent is in the main event as far as I've seen'
(On the other hand:

ECHO-2: "Why did the ghost's dessert come back when he threw it?"

Bang: "...Why?"

ECHO-2: "It was a boo meringue!"

Bang: *Pulls out chainsaw*

ECHO-2: *Unplugs herself*)
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"I like to quote, because I feel dead people shouldn't be excluded from the conversation." -Stuart Firestein, currently still alive.

(....this sounds unbelievably mean but Sonic still has a career? That's like saying I have a healthy sense of self-worth)
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"I like to quote, because I feel dead people shouldn't be excluded from the conversation." -Stuart Firestein, currently still alive.

(True, but there's 'sad' and 'peaked in kindergarten' sad ;-;)
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"I like to quote, because I feel dead people shouldn't be excluded from the conversation." -Stuart Firestein, currently still alive.