An original adventures fanfic from me:
LOCATION: CLINT CITY
This Fanfic revolves around the adventures of the mysterious protagonist. This mysterious protagonist whose name is not identified much in the story is “Soul”, an original character. These activities that happen in the Fanfic take place within Clint City and the many areas. Soul is a “genderless” and “faceless” “human-shaped” figure. The origins of Soul are to be a complete mystery to the reader and also his Clan association.
Events in the Fanfic will try to be faithful to the existing relationships of Clans and Characters in Urban Rivals. In addition, existing characters in Urban Rivals along with Clans will interact with “Soul” to shape this story.
DISCLAIMER: All events that are depicted in this story or purely fan-fiction and necessarily indicative of the current story of various characters depicted in Urban Rivals or by the current staff members.
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Do tell me if you spot grammar errors as well. I might post more if players are interested.
edited by Rowdy MOB Cr tuesday 15/05/2018, 12:54
LOCATION: SAUDI DESERT
We now go out of the scene where Soul was in the Nightmare Manor and instead head to where he gives a call to Zatman Cr. Zatman, cautious as ever has opened his cellphone as it was ringing in the Saudi Desert. The sound of the alarm was enough to alert a scouting camp near a plane wreckage from the prison exchange incident. The flames were slightly flickering nearby, but not a figure to be seen inside the place. Outside the plane who happened to walk by was Jason who was in charge of transportation and the Raptors Chief. “Are you with the Government” asked the Raptors Chief in a savage and threatening manner. Zatman, with a pause of silence did not answer the question, but tried to figure the identity of the Raptors Chief was, but could not recognise him with that ragged look initially. A closer look let told him the intimidating figure and the Raptors Chief who was next to Jason was non other than Rex Sweig. Indeed, it has been over 20 years since Rex Sweig was first incarcerated. Anyone who saw him 20 years ago before his incarceration would not recognise him. Rex Sweig was an intellectual man who had been put to jail for “no reason” at the whims of Clint City`s Government. Besides that, Jason had stayed in the camp while Rex Sweig and Zatman Cr had a walk around the Saudi Desert. As they walked, Rex Sweig had tried to hold his impulses for killing human flesh with a book he carried as the two travelled.
In Rex Sweig`s hand was a book titled: “The Wicked Tales of Captain Barden” written by the late Nemo Mt. The book had caught Zatman`s interest. After all, it had been just a year since Nemo Mt had written this bestseller. This bestseller rivalled the sales of Nemo`s other works: “Fifty Shades of GHEIST”, “The True Detectives Series” and “GhosTown: Welcome to Purgatory”, all novels receiving positive reviews. Zatman Cr had tried to ask Rex Sweig how he got into possession of this novel despite being locked in prison for 20 years. It did not seem as though, Zatman was interested in the novel or it`s author, but rather Sweig`s actions. Rex Sweig had been told that it was given to him during a visit at Clint City`s Maximum Security Prison by an unknown figure. Rex Sweig had pictured the figure to be a seemingly faceless individual whose identity he had trouble picturing was wearing a Rescue lab coat. Sweig had thought this visitor at Clint City was sent as a rehabilitation officer. The sort who worked for Clint City`s Government to erase all negative thinking and images of the Government through controlling the citizens` behaviour As they were walking. The two left their discussion on Nemo`s novels at hold as the significance of this aspect was not worth exploring at that time.
The two walking, Rex Sweig having his impulses to murder Zatman being restrained, and Zatman trying to seek a method of betrayal. Zatman`s phone had rung, as he picked up his phone, Sweig, under pressure of the constant walking in the Saudi Desert had snapped. “Mr Pat…” said the voice on the phone as it was being interrupted A sound could be heard beneath the ground, it had blocked the message. This monstrosity had emerged from under the ground. This monstrosity was more frightening that Rex Sweig when he loses it. Rex Sweig, controlling himself as he grasped the situation tried regain his composure. “The Beast of the Saudi Desert!”, exclaimed Zatman. Although Zatman had only seen this creature for the first time, he was confident that this was the creature in front of “The Beast of the Saudi Desert”. Rex Sweig, controlling his impulses having taken interest to the words of Zatman Cr became curious. “The Beast of the Saudi Desert?” he repeated, perplexed by this development. Though he was an intellect, in Clint City`s maximum security prison, a lot of things were heavily censored. “Yes, Mr Patrick Zatman” said the voice on the phone, though it was directed to Rex Sweig. Sweig, having a faint memory of this voice tried to recall who was on the other side. It was definitely a voice Sweig had heard at least once. “I will soon have my revenge” said the caller while Rex Sweig tried to recall the voice. At the moment he hung up, Zatman and Sweig were face to face with the beast of the “The Beast of the Saudi Desert!”. Things would only have gotten worse from there.
edited by Rowdy MOB Cr thursday 17/05/2018, 16:46
Currently, I have completed 8/30 parts of the fan-fiction.
I will try to include every clan if possible. Maybe re-release it upon completion.
This fan faction will try to feature all clans except Dominion at least once.
Future areas in the story:
-Montana Auction Center
-Captain Barden`s vessel.
And much more...
More to come in the fanfic.
edited by Rowdy MOB Cr thursday 17/05/2018, 08:15
LOCATION: NIGHTMARE MANOR
“A storm is heading this way Lord Dragomir” said Christopher. Christopher was a loyal and one of Dragomir`s oldest and most refined servants. Ielena`s disappearance in the Manor had seemed to make him more lively. Especially before the day when Dragomir had given Christopher some blood to keep him more “lively”. Christopher, serving Soul more blood was impressed as Glorg became heavily mortified. Each glass of blood made Glorg feel disgusted in the 5 minutes. Soul had lacked a sense of refined behaviour. Glorg wanted to bring the Proffer Man to see a faceless to face. Dragomir then told that he believed that Soul was not faceless, but rather had a face beyond comprehension. “An interesting theory Dragomir” exclaimed Soul, acting confident, but hiding a faint hint as though Dragomir was completely incorrect. It was a good and exquisite time for them. The more Dragomir and Soul had talked to each other, the more they likened to each other. Christopher seemed to respect this guest, holding no antagonistic viewpoint. “We have an interesting guest Christopher”, remarked Dragomir, impressed by the choice of blood for this. Dragomir did look beyond some of Soul`s horrible features. Soul in term commented that the Zombies guarding the outside were not that refined. The group had laughed as they kept drinking blood until other members had arrived in the Nightmare Bar.
Proffer Man, feared for his reputation as a faceless had glanced at Soul. The two had stared at each other, neither showing fear over the other. They are inhuman said Karrion as he entered the mansion. It was just a while since Karrion had seen Soul and acted as though he did not witness Soul outside the mansion for a game of “Zombieval”. “Zombieval is the most stupid sport ever!” exclaimed Soul with crazed laughter. Setting the tone, the rest had commented and even agreed with the statement. Glorg who did not agree with respect to Ielena`s commitment to the creation of the sport had even acted as though Zombieval is a dumb “sport”. “The Zombies need exercise, why not head to Clint City Stadium or Pile Tower in Los Santos?” asked Soul. “The healthy flesh of the All Stars Sportsmen? The muscular body of a Huracan Lucha Libre wrestler? Surely monsters have exquisite taste?” questioned Soul. ”The Nightmare were scared of the latter choice, remembering how Huracan wrestler El Matador had beaten Nightmare members Edwin, Ghumbo and Karrion in single handed combat. As for the All Stars, they were more comfortable. Edwin, the Nightmare of Nightmare and Ghumbo the swamp monster overheard this comment and had arrived in the mansion. They had simply arrived only to remark how they overheard they were insulted before simply leaving. Paying it no mind, the Nightmare continued as Soul`s phone rang.
Soul`s phone ringing endlessly kept the Nightmare in suspense. “I knew my boss… no… former boss Mr Patrick Zatman would be facing The Beast of the Saudi Desert” said Soul as though the thought seemed pleasant. After all, when Zatman Cr was eliminated, he would get his revenge. It would be a bloodbath for Clint City. Dragomir overhearing Soul`s comment left him to himself to talk to Zatman. Opening the phone to the screams of Rex Sweig and Zatman Cr, Soul was satisfied with the outcome. Seemingly in his head did pain start ringing. Where was this pain from? Dragomir was a respectable host who did not fight back. Instead, the consumption of guilt was near. Soul had tried to deny such a thing, even though he remembered when Julia had asked if Soul was a coward in life. Relieving the pain with a calm composure, Soul had taken a pause to plan the next course of action. “I`m heading to the port Dragomir” said Soul, calm and having recovered their slipping composure in just seconds. Dragomir was baffled behind why this guest was leaving, but naturally let this development slide. It would have been most rude to question a guest this polite. However it was going to be a while before we find out what was to happen. What did the call contain that enticed Soul to head out of the Nightmare Manor was a mystery. It was about to get cold elsewhere with these scenes taking place. A tale that would bring Ragnarok towards a future.
edited by Rowdy MOB Cr thursday 17/05/2018, 16:53
LOCATION: MT. GLATZ
We set away from where Soul was to head to the aftermath since the Northern Mountains Battle for #Sigmund Cr`s documents. Currently, #Sigmund Cr`s documents were in possession of #Zlatar and this was unknown to the general public of Clint City. We turn to the La Junta commanders. Isatis, #Bryan and Ray who had battled in the fight for #Sigmund Cr`s documents set to climb Mt. Glatz. It was unclear the relationship for this expedition, but it had an agenda that could not be ignored. For the trip, accompanying them were Brianna, #Bryan`s sister and member or the La Junta army, Timber and Armand, both of them, setting off to Mt. Glatz for an expedition. As the group were climbing Mt. Glatz, they had heard a loud voice: “Incoming avalanche!” shouted two men wearing snowsuits and had snow equipment Haaken and Niqiloda, members of Frozn who happened to be nearby. Haaken, acting defensively attacked Ray immediately, knowing the burly figure was going to be the biggest threat if left unchecked. “Stop!” yelled a Yeti from the cliffside just as Haaken was about to attack Ray. Emerging and making himself known, Tiwi Ld had arrived along with the Yeti Elder Brok. It was a signal for Haaken to drop his blade and Niqiloda to not make any further moves.
Stamping his staff, Brok commanded attention amongst the presence of the other with a stern silence. “Why have you come to Mt. Glatz!?” asked Brok in a loud and stern manner. A pause of silence with but the winds blowing the area. “Dargohr`s Tome!” shouted Isatis as she broke the silence. #Bryan and Ray were confused with that loud statement she had made. “Ethane, our espionage agent had told us the name of that specific Tome”. said Isatis angrily. It was clear that Isatis was angry by the fact #Bryan and Ray did not pay attention in to that detail, expecting to climb Mt. Glatz for a battle. That was natural for the La Junta men to not be too particular on the details. Of course, Brok having enough decided to quell the group took them to Dargohr`s Tome. It was a trek in the mountains that lasted for 15 minutes. Upon reaching there was a giant throne that read “YMIRAH” in black. “Ymirah was a monster in the legends of the Frozn Tribe that nearly brought the end of the planet” said Brok, explaining the story behind the sign. “The giant was something of a legend amongst the #Frzon culture”. “She was a giant of feminine features of a Yeti from an icy asteroid that brought Rangarok” said Brok, continuing his explanation as he paused after each detail. The Junta, listening intently on the tales of the monster had taken a breath. Brok had continued the story: “Life nearly ended the Frozn had they not had the three artefacts: A staff, A Hammer and A Crystal”. Brok had told how his family had the weapons. Brok himself wielding the Staff, his oldest son #Thorpah with the Hammer and his youngest son Lowki with the Crystal. Though there was no feminine giant yeti in front of Brok as the Junta heard the story, the had sat down, lighting a campfire for the night.
The Junta, camping had taken a rest for the night. Snow had began piling up in the mountains. One of the female Yetis Mahimatah was seen nearby putting the baby Yetis at rest. Snow had kept piling up for at least 20 minutes. Amongst those piled up in the snow were Pa Mei and Khann who were buried underneath for some time during their training. Khann had set out to train to beat the sworn enemy of his ancestors, the Yetis of the Frozn Tribe. Pa Mei on the other hand had trained in her art of hair fighting. Of course, the two Fang Pi Clang disciples who rigorously trained saw it as a calling to head back to the Golden Monastery. They had decided to head back to the Golden Monastery. It would be a while until we would see a disaster occurring. The two had left light footprints to not attract any more attention as they set to leave Mt. Glatz. Little would it be revealed a tragedy was to befall the Golden Monastery upon two disciples return. Awaiting them in the Golden Monastery was a ninja wearing black robes and the GHEIST jacket “This time, the Fang Pi Clang”will pay” said the mysterious voice. It was going to be opening of the Monastery Doors.
LOCATION: SAUDI DESERT
It had been hours since Zatman Cr and Rex Sweig had battled. Even though Jason had sent more Raptors as reinforcements, the “Beast of the Saudi Desert” was not weakening. “It looks like you near reinforcements dear”, said #Impera Sloane, but with a merciless voice. Zatman Cr had not wanted anything to do with this battle, thanking Sweig and Sloane for keeping him entertained as he called a private jet to leave the Saudi Desert. #Impera Sloane, wanting none of that had ordered Drakorah Cr whom they tamed to take down the jet. Drakorah having effortlessly destroyed Zatman`s jet left him in fear as he knew there was no escape. Being pitted against a powerful monster with no escape, Zatman Cr could not understand why Rex Sweig and #Impera Sloane would make the effort to stop the beast of the Saudi Desert. #Impera Sloane had wanted to capture the “Beast of the Saudi Desert”. Knowing he can no longer escape as he hoped to, #Zatman had decided to assist the Raptors. As they fought, another figure came to the scene.
It was none other than the former biker of the Fire Angles Rattle who had come running in fear. Indeed, though overcoming his fear of snakes and have overpowered a few, the snake next to him was not one that was easy to recognise. It was a rare exotic snake of the Saudi who was small at the time and grew exponentially as the battle progressed. The Raptors had named this snake Scarlacc who they compared to the “Beast of the Saudi Desert”. Indeed, maybe Scarlacc, though small at the moment could stand against the current “Beast of the Saudi Desert”. Rattle had thought of this noting the miniature snake`s growth rate was soon to exceed that of the monsters at Clint City. One could even compare the growth to reach that of Drakorah Cr who had resided alongside the Raptors in the Saudi Desert. However, the possibility of winning with a beast was not clear. Drakorah had even had trouble facing the “Beast of the Saudi Desert”. As the battle had been holding for hours, the blazing winds had continued scorching the battlefield, leaving the Raptors and Zatman Cr to face the beast in a tired state. As they were to become faded, the sandstorm had gotten worse. Leaving behind almost nothing, it was a mystery as to what would happen.
In another section of the Saudi Desert, an abandoned warehouse at the end was seen. Inside was the non-functioning Mechakolos. “We will station them to collect the rock at this place”, said a one-eyed wearing a hood. The one-eye who was concealed by the cloaked by their robes then begun to speak in a foreign language. It was not clear what the one-eye said, however the one-eye was soon to become a dangerous element that would be left unattended. Needless to say, the scene depicting one-eye was not of any significance besides witnessing the deactivated Mechakolos at the moment. Near the warehouse was Mimmo who had walked out of the warehouse with a briefcase. It might be suspicious to some, seeing Mimmo and the “One-Eye” not having a hostile encounter, but perhaps it might be just luck. The two have not seen each other. Passing by a shipment for a Santoztec warrior, Mimmo had paid it no mind as a car had been driving past the desert. Upon this moment, Mimmo had proceeded entering the car with no consideration towards who the driver could be. Luckily for Mimmo, the driver was none other than Enzo who received orders from the #Don to gather the Montana for something.
Everyone was preparing for something big. As Enzo was driving Mimmo out of the Saudi Desert, he had told him how the Sentinel had hounded him down. “The Montana`s traitor has also betrayed the GHEIST, and that their traitor is someone beyond their capabilities” said Enzo worrying who they are up against. Mimmo had remained silent before realising that Dr Elisa and Tino were also next to him in Enzo`s car. “We barely escaped from the Sentinel until a Rescue Doctor ratted us out in the prison visit” shouted Tino in anger as he could not contain himself. Dr Elisa who was calm took a deep breath to grasp the situation. Something peculiar had struck Dr Elisa as she remembered the Prison visitor murmuring the following: “The Wicked Tales of Captain Barden”. It did seem insignificant to the Montana, but to some who know this story, it was the late Nemo Mt`s best seller before his passing. Driving beyond what was there, Captain Barden would soon set foot in Clint City as the Montana were driving away from the Saudi Desert. At the same time, #Mechakolos Cr had become functional.