Post by Sly on Jul 11, 2018 13:35:42 GMT -5
The small furry raccoon’s head was spinning as he sat in front of a massive mahogany desk, which sat in the center of a cramped circular office. His snout was buried in his paws as several staff members of The Crusher Corps faction slapped various files across his desk. All the members loudly shouted things that needed to be done, spoke of deadlines, and other meaningless things that the raccoon needed to attend to.
How did this happen, Sly thought to himself? It felt like just days ago he was being recruited by the powerful Saiyan Xeleri to work as a bounty hunter for a group of pirate like creatures known as The Crusher Corps. If he knew this would quickly evolve to the point that all leadership within the newly formed faction would evaporate leaving him at the top, he would have denied the original offer.
He loved what The Crusher Corps offered as a bounty hunter, but he was not enjoying the responsibility that was now being thrusted upon him. The raccoon was certainly not built for leadership. His career thrived on toppling leaderships, not running them.
The various staff members within the office continued to shout in an effort to be granted attention from the raccoon, Sly. Enough was enough, he could not take this role a second longer even if he was only informed of his new role an hour ago. He raise one of his tiny paws which caused the room to fall to an awkward silence.
“This…. This… is not for me.”
The room stayed at a dead silence, outside of murmurings of people trying to understand what the heck he was talking about.
“I do not want to lead this. I mean heck, I don’t want to lead anything. We must find a new leader, and we need to do it in a way that would honor the faction.”
His head lifted up from the desk and he made eye contact with the staff members within the office, an idea crept within his small head.
“We will hold a small tournament of worthy fighters. All of you, go and spread the news and find me warriors worthy to carry the torch of Crusher Corps leadership. Once completed, have them come to my arena on The Badlands.”
The small office erupted as the various staff members began to scream out their dissenting opinions. However, the small raccoon appeared to not care a single bit, as he jumped out of his chair and landed on the office floor. As he exited the office he looked back to his staff,
“As of right now, I am the leader. You will do as I say or face the consequences. Just get it done, you have a week.”
This will be a DEADLY, Tournament type event. Crusher Corps members will be given first crack at this thread, but all applicants are welcome. Their is no preferred PL Level for this event, and you can only die if one of you choose to kill each other in combat against each other. The winner of the "tournament" will be crowned faction leader.
Selections will be based upon involvement with Crusher Corps and overall "worthiness."
IMPORTANT! We've had a rash of people joining events and NOT posting within 24 hours. Please, only dedicate yourself to this event if you can meet the 24 hour post deadline. If not, you will be skipped and possibly replaced. There's no way around it, sorry.
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How did this happen, Sly thought to himself? It felt like just days ago he was being recruited by the powerful Saiyan Xeleri to work as a bounty hunter for a group of pirate like creatures known as The Crusher Corps. If he knew this would quickly evolve to the point that all leadership within the newly formed faction would evaporate leaving him at the top, he would have denied the original offer.
He loved what The Crusher Corps offered as a bounty hunter, but he was not enjoying the responsibility that was now being thrusted upon him. The raccoon was certainly not built for leadership. His career thrived on toppling leaderships, not running them.
The various staff members within the office continued to shout in an effort to be granted attention from the raccoon, Sly. Enough was enough, he could not take this role a second longer even if he was only informed of his new role an hour ago. He raise one of his tiny paws which caused the room to fall to an awkward silence.
“This…. This… is not for me.”
The room stayed at a dead silence, outside of murmurings of people trying to understand what the heck he was talking about.
“I do not want to lead this. I mean heck, I don’t want to lead anything. We must find a new leader, and we need to do it in a way that would honor the faction.”
His head lifted up from the desk and he made eye contact with the staff members within the office, an idea crept within his small head.
“We will hold a small tournament of worthy fighters. All of you, go and spread the news and find me warriors worthy to carry the torch of Crusher Corps leadership. Once completed, have them come to my arena on The Badlands.”
The small office erupted as the various staff members began to scream out their dissenting opinions. However, the small raccoon appeared to not care a single bit, as he jumped out of his chair and landed on the office floor. As he exited the office he looked back to his staff,
“As of right now, I am the leader. You will do as I say or face the consequences. Just get it done, you have a week.”
This will be a DEADLY, Tournament type event. Crusher Corps members will be given first crack at this thread, but all applicants are welcome. Their is no preferred PL Level for this event, and you can only die if one of you choose to kill each other in combat against each other. The winner of the "tournament" will be crowned faction leader.
Selections will be based upon involvement with Crusher Corps and overall "worthiness."
IMPORTANT! We've had a rash of people joining events and NOT posting within 24 hours. Please, only dedicate yourself to this event if you can meet the 24 hour post deadline. If not, you will be skipped and possibly replaced. There's no way around it, sorry.
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