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♦Topic: Armsmaster VS Scion
In: Boards ► Discussions ► VS Debates
Uber (Original Poster) (Verified Cape)
Posted on May 17, 2011:
So, me and L33t have been having a bit of a discussion about this.
After Armsmaster's recent and cataclysmic stomping of Leviathan, there is some debate over who actually is the worlds biggest badass.
I said it's our man Armsmaster. L33t still thinks it's Scion.
What do you guys think?
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HastalaVista (Veteran Member)
Replied on May 17, 2011:
Personally, I give it to Armsmaster - Scion has always driven off Endbringers, but Armsmaster outright made one his bitch. He's shown better feats.
ThatGoldenRule
Replied on May 17, 2011:
Nah, Scion is still above Armsmaster. He's still got that continent-busting feat, remember, Armsmaster hasn't shown anything on that level yet.
Wayward_Son
Replied on May 17, 2011:
FFS, when will people shut up about that continent-busting bullshit. One person works out shitty calcs for a missed attack and all of a sudden Scion can casually continent-bust? I don't think so.
ThatGoldenRule
Replied on May 17, 2011:
@ Wayward_Son
Dude, Scion never even tried against Leviathan, and Leviathan was a country-buster. Him being a continent-buster isn't that unbelievable.
ArmsmasterBrandPants
Replied on May 17, 2011:
I think Scion has the biggatons, but Armsmaster has the Hax. Armsmaster takes this.
Leg-End
Replied on May 17, 2011:
Something else to think about - Armsmaster just curb-stomped an Endbringer, yet Ocean's crew routinely and often publically fuck with him and never suffer for it.
How fucking terrifying must they be when they stop fooling around?
Uber (Original Poster) (Verified Cape)
Replied on May 17, 2011:
@ Leg-End
Huh, that's not a bad point. It's not well-known, but Ocean's Crew are actually the reason there weren't any casualties from Levi's attack - apparently one of them is a Tinker, with a specialisation in pure, unadulterated bullshit.
ArmsmasterBrandPants
Replied on May 17, 2011:
@ Uber
I never heard that. Must have been some serious bullshit to stop him from killing ANYONE before Armsmaster got to him - what kind of tricks are we talking about, here?
Uber (Original Poster) (Verified Cape)
Replied on May 17, 2011:
They set up some kind of teleportation trick that would take anyone about to be killed by Leviathan out of the battle before they could bite it.
Anyone.
As in, every single cape and civillian in Brockton Bay.
HastalaVista (Veteran Member)
Replied on May 17, 2011:
@ Uber
Huh, that's... pretty scary, now I think about it. They can long-distance teleport 300,000+ people? How fucking insane is that?
It's no wonder they fuck with Armsmaster like it's their hobby. He's probably the only hero on Earth-Bet capable of actually making it entertaining!
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ThatGoldenRule
Replied on May 17, 2011:
Dude wtf are you talking about, Scion has, like, a million times more hax than Armsmaster.
HastalaVista (Veteran Member)
Replied on May 17, 2011:
@ThatGoldenRule
Haven't seen Scion casually implode an Endbringer's head, or turn their arm into polystyrene, or display Telekinesis on a level that would probably make the Simurgh green with envy. I'm sure he's more hax though, because you say so.
This is VS debates. You want to argue this? Bring some goddamn feats.
Oven_baked_goods
Replied on May 17, 2011:
IMO:
1. Armsmaster
2. Scion
3. Behemoth
4. Simurgh
5. Eidolon
Top_Cat (Unmistakable Leader of the Gang)
Replied on May 17, 2011:
Never mind that this is a VS debate and not a top-5 thread, and don't worry about adding some substance to your opinion, we never do that here anyway.
XxVoid_CowboyxX
Replied on May 17, 2011:
1. Scion
2. Armsmaster
3. Behemoth
4. Simurgh
5. Eidolon
Top_Cat (Unmistakable Leader of the Gang)
Replied on May 17, 2011:
God fucking damn it.
XxVoid_CowboyxX
Replied on May 17, 2011:
@ Top_Cat
Dude, what's your problem.
Top_Cat (Unmistakable Leader of the Gang)
Replied on May 17, 2011:
@ Void Cowboy
My problem is this:
1. A decent poster
2. The spam-bot who keeps advertising cheap superpowers
3. The computer virus that infected my laptop last week
4. The shit I had in the toilet 10 minutes ago
5. You.
You are the worst poster to have ever existed on any forum, ever. I can only assume that your very existence is some kind of enormous joke the internet decided to play on the members of Parahumans Online. Your keyboard must be caked in brown because all you're capable of producing on it is faecal matter.
Every time you attempt to contribute to a thread, it gets worse in every conceivable way. You're like the Endbringer of the internet. I'm going to block you now, I don't know why I never did it before, and I hope that I never have to interact with you again. Good day.
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--
I was interrupted from reading the latest stimulating debates and people insulting Void Cowboy by a knock at the door.
"Taylor," Mom called from the kitchen, "Get the door, please."
"All right," I sighed, closing the laptop and getting up from my position on the living room couch, "Be there in a moment."
I opened it, and blinked at the sight of an attractive, European-looking woman in a sharp, well-fitted suit and a fetching fedora (I'm sure I'd seen that hat before), holding a white flag.
"Parley," she said seriously.
I stared for a moment, before turning back around. "Mom, Dad," I called, "It's for you."
"Who is it, dear?" Mom called from the kitchen.
"A crazy person in a suit," I called back.
I saw the woman twitch out of the corner of my eye.
"Are they preaching?" Dad asked from upstairs.
"I don't - hang on," I turned back to the woman, "Are you preaching?"
"No," she said, fist clenched unusually tight around the flagpole, "I'm not preaching."
"No," I shouted back upstairs, "She says she's not preaching."
"Is she sure she's not preaching?" Dad asked again.
I turned around. "Are you sure you're not preaching?"
"I am not here to preach," she ground out.
I nodded, turning back towards the house. "Yes, she's sure she's not preaching!"
There was a moment of silence.
"Tell her we don't want to buy anything," Mom said from the kitchen.
I turned back around. "We don't want to buy -"
"I'm here to speak to Ocean and the Midnight Feline," she was actually shaking in fury as she interrupted me, "I'm not here to preach, I'm not here to sell you anything, as if you thieving bastards would ever actually
pay for something anyway, and I'm also rapidly running out of patience. So bring those two ingrates down here right now, so we can talk about business,
or I swear I'll find the Path to turning this fucking house into a pile of ash and rubble with all of you menaces to society in it."
I stared at the woman for a moment. "Well, there's no need to be rude about it," I frowned before turning around again, "She says it's about the family business!"
"Fine, fine, I'll be there in a minute, keep your hair on." I heard Dad coming down the stairs. He stopped at the bottom, staring at the visitor.
"Well," he finally said thoughtfully, "I don't think anyone has ever made it
this easy for us before."
"I'm here to talk," the woman gritted out, "And establish a... a tr... a
truce," she spat the word out like it was venomous, "Between us."
"And what could you possibly have to offer us that would make us agree to a truce?" Mom appeared from behind me, looking oddly serious.
The hat woman narrowed her eyes. "Because I want to pay you to continue pissing off Armsmaster, as much as metaphysically possible."
It didn't even take a moment.
"Well, why didn't you say so?" Dad said brightly.
"Come in, come in," Mom ushered her in and took her flag, "Can I get you anything? Tea? Coffee? That bottle of 1894 vintage champagne you kept in the second drawer of your desk in your office? And what can we call you?"
"Wha - but how did you - oh fuck it, I don't even care any more," the woman sighed, "Call me Contessa."
--
The scene was set.
The epic battle to end all battles would commence, soon.
The brave warriors of the Azn B-Boys were sweating, as they resolutely stood in rank and file, waiting for the hammer to fall.
The silence was broken, when Lock Master L looked up from his position on the La-Z-Boy chair he had brought with him and was using as an impromptu throne, before saying two simple words, dripping with anticipation.
"They're here."
They looked up.
There, floating above them, were their ultimate opponents.
Legend stood at the forefront of the three. "You were a fool to come here, Lock Master L. You can not win this fight."
The leader of the ABB narrowed his eyes. "You are wrong," he stated simply, "There is no enemy my moves can not overcome."
The Triumvirate touched down, gently.
"I do not believe this will be resolved through diplomacy," Alexandria noted.
"No," Lock Master L agreed, "It will not."
"So be it," Eidolon intoned.
Legend stepped forward. The ABB grunts backed away in unison - save for one. A man in a hooded top, baggy pants and a grimacing demon mask.
"My most loyal lieutenant," Lock Master L nodded, "You talk big, Legend. Let us see if you can back that talk up against the Phantom Breakdown! DJ Bakuda," he raised a hand, "
Unleash the sound of the ABB beatdown!"
Legend stepped forth to do battle, as the world erupted with
noise.
--
Dennis whistled happily as he walked through the shopping district - things were looking up. Miss Militia had apologised for beating him up -
Guns, he shuddered.
Skitter had apparently decided to leave him alone since stealing Armsmaster's beard,
Bugs, he shuddered again.
And villains were fleeing Brockton Bay in droves. He glanced over at a nearby toy shop, and froze.
In the front window, was a plushie toy. It was a mockery of an 'army ant' - an anthropomorphic ant, holding some kind of mockery of a rifle.
Bugs with guns, he processed in horror, as he stumbled backwards, landing on his backside.
"YOU!"
He blinked as he turned his head toward the source of the voice - before what he could only assume was some kind of white thunderbolt collided with him, dragging him to his feet.
"I just saw you fall over," the intense girl held him by the shoulders, "I saw it. You're hurt, right? Injured. Disfigured. Otherwise inconvenienced. I know you are. You are, right?"
"I - I didn't -" Clockblocker stammered out.
"
Don't lie to me," Panacea hissed, a manic gleam in her eyes.
"YES!" He yelped.
"I have your permission to heal you," she stated.
"Wha... buh-"
"I'm sorry, I mustn't have expressed myself clearly enough," Panacea nodded, before grabbing him by the collar and slamming him against the wall repeatedly. "I said
I have,"
Slam.
"Your,"
Slam.
"Permission,"
Slam.
"To,"
Slam.
"Fucking,"
Slam.
"Heal,"
Slam.
"You." She finished, letting him collapse to the floor.
"You have it! You have it! Just please stop hurting me," Dennis sobbed as he wondered if his life could possibly get any worse.
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Part 3.1 - In which the wisdom of showing up at a stranger's front door wearing a suit is explored, a glorious battle begins, and Clockblocker becomes the victim of an unhinged addict.