The 43 year old founder of the Torgue Corporation, which specializes in explosive weaponry. Keeping in part with the corporations obsession with explosives, Mr. Torgue is INCREDIBLY MANLY. He's also none too bright, but is apparently a wizard with weapons, as he creates blueprints of all of the company's weapons. He absolutely adores yelling at the top of his lungs and encourages people to punch bad guys until they explode. His voice box is fixed with a digital censor that bleeps out most of his expletives, apparently put in by Torgue's shareholders.
Despite being MANLY and loving EXPLOSIONS, Mr. Torgue is very nice if you manage to get along with him, becoming quite a reliable friend. He also loves bacon and cookies, so much that any official Torgue Food Dispensers only dispenses those two.
NOW... BUY TORGUE!
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Mr. Torgue
YOU BADASS MOTHERF*CKER!
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The Hangover
a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by FancyPyro
Description
So begins...
Mr. Torgue's Story
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Suddenly, two men wearing jumpsuits marked with yellow and black checkers started to wheel in... uh... a vending machine? The logo of the vending machine featured a drawing of a torque wrench, with cartoonish arms and legs coming from it, a logo above it stating 'TORGUE'.
Upon setting the vending machine down, one of the men pulled out a strange device and pressed a button on it, as an incredibly gruff voice came from it.
"HOW ARE YOU BADASSES DOIN'?! THIS IS MR. TORGUE, FOUNDER OF THE TORGUE CORPORATION! I HEARD ABOUT YOUR LITTLE SHINDIG GOING ON DOWN HERE AND I DECIDED THAT IT IS PRETTY F*CKING AWESOME!" the voice shouted, the instance of 'fuck' being bleeped out. "SO, IN HONOR OF THIS BADASS OCCASION, WE AT THE TORGUE CORPORATION HAVE DECIDED TO PLACE TORGUE VENDING MACHINES AROUND THIS PLACE, BECAUSE DAMMIT, THERE'S NOT ENOUGH MOTHERF*CKING EXPLOSIONS! WHY THE F*CK AREN'T THERE ANY EXPLOSIONS! GET YOUR SH*T TOGETHER!" Mr. Torgue yelled, his voice being bleeped out. "SO, USE THESE TORGUE VENDING MACHINES TO GET SOME TORGUE BRAND WEAPONRY! THEY BLOW SH*T UP! SO STOP USING REGULAR BULLETS LIKE A BUNCH OF P*SSIES! ...TORGUE OUT!"
Upon setting the vending machine down, one of the men pulled out a strange device and pressed a button on it, as an incredibly gruff voice came from it.
"HOW ARE YOU BADASSES DOIN'?! THIS IS MR. TORGUE, FOUNDER OF THE TORGUE CORPORATION! I HEARD ABOUT YOUR LITTLE SHINDIG GOING ON DOWN HERE AND I DECIDED THAT IT IS PRETTY F*CKING AWESOME!" the voice shouted, the instance of 'fuck' being bleeped out. "SO, IN HONOR OF THIS BADASS OCCASION, WE AT THE TORGUE CORPORATION HAVE DECIDED TO PLACE TORGUE VENDING MACHINES AROUND THIS PLACE, BECAUSE DAMMIT, THERE'S NOT ENOUGH MOTHERF*CKING EXPLOSIONS! WHY THE F*CK AREN'T THERE ANY EXPLOSIONS! GET YOUR SH*T TOGETHER!" Mr. Torgue yelled, his voice being bleeped out. "SO, USE THESE TORGUE VENDING MACHINES TO GET SOME TORGUE BRAND WEAPONRY! THEY BLOW SH*T UP! SO STOP USING REGULAR BULLETS LIKE A BUNCH OF P*SSIES! ...TORGUE OUT!"
The setting changes from The Hangover to Verinotte Square
Uh... a strange sight! A vending machine that seemed to be on hydraulics, due to the fact it kept bouncing back and forth at random. a cartoon drawing of a torque wrench on the vending machine, with a logo boldly stating 'TORGUE'.
The setting changes from Verinotte Square to The Hangover
Aneres blinked as the display set forth, her guardians ushering her back a step from the commotion. Her jaw had already hit the ground from the lack of discretion with the marriage proposal, but what was all of this? In awe she listened, jumping as cusses were flung about like marshmallows, but bleeped out. A giggle slipped as it happened again.
A vending machine! The Princess peered forth at it, absently holding out a hand for her purse, at which one of her guardians frowned.
"Really, Princess?" The question received a glare and a shake of the hand. Whatever was in that machine, explosive or not, she wanted one!
A vending machine! The Princess peered forth at it, absently holding out a hand for her purse, at which one of her guardians frowned.
"Really, Princess?" The question received a glare and a shake of the hand. Whatever was in that machine, explosive or not, she wanted one!
Whenever someone decided to step up to the vending machine, a holographic selection of weapons made by Torgue would pop up, a price popping up next to them. As this happened, a pre-recorded voice of Mr. Torgue decided to sound off from the machine. "NOW GO PUNCH SOME BAD GUYS IN THE DICK!" the message would happily suggest.
Damia walked back into the The Hangover happy as a clam. He never did get the saying but still that is what he considered himself to be. He walked back to the old man who gave him advice on the hunt and with a wide smile said, "Alright, I'm all signed up. So we gonna team up old man or what?"
Tien's eyes moved toward the vending machine and the men carrying it in. As it hollered some advertisement, her eyes closed, briefly, for the noise. One eye opened back up again to look it over.
"What in the world? Did Bao ask for this to be brought here?" she said aloud, getting up to approach the machine. She peered at the Princess. Her head tilted to the side. "You're going to buy one?"
"What in the world? Did Bao ask for this to be brought here?" she said aloud, getting up to approach the machine. She peered at the Princess. Her head tilted to the side. "You're going to buy one?"
Krieg, meanwhile, looked absolutely giddy that there was a Torgue machine in the bar. "YES! EXPLOSIOOOONS OF LIIIFE! FACE-SPLOSIONS!" the crazed man yelled. "EXPLODING SOUL STABBERS! I hope I can find the PRETTIEST ONE!"
Aneres barely hesitated before nodding. Yes, she was indeed going to buy one, whatever it was. Stepping forth to the machine, her eyes lit up as weaponry scrolled before her. Without a second thought there was money in the machine, and not a moment later the princess's decision was made.
She smiled as her quadluminum blastoray was dispensed and the machine encouraged her to "GO PUNCH SOME BAD GUYS IN THE DICK!"
She smiled as her quadluminum blastoray was dispensed and the machine encouraged her to "GO PUNCH SOME BAD GUYS IN THE DICK!"
Tien eyed Krieg strangely, raising a brow. She then let her eyes guide her back to the machine. As the Princess picked a gun, and the machine spoke once more, Tien's cheeks went red. She put a hand to her mouth, but eventually, she just was not able to hold it in.
Tien the Young, the Silver Queen, one of few ladies who were able to carry the title, crumpled into a chair from high, bellowing laughter. The kind you would expect from a hyena.
Tien the Young, the Silver Queen, one of few ladies who were able to carry the title, crumpled into a chair from high, bellowing laughter. The kind you would expect from a hyena.
Silence for all but the soft muted televisions and the uproarious laughter of the Silver Queen. A sly grin worked it's way on Rosh's own face, though the Princess could hardly hold in her giggles. The laughter was purely infectious and it wasn't long before most were chortling "dick" into their beverages.
The white haired man then looked to Damioa. Well, wasn't that quick? He studied the lad for a moment as the bar laughed around them. He pat at the stool next to him and motioned for the young man to sit. "You really think you got what it takes?"
Aneres shifted the gun around, still smiling.
The white haired man then looked to Damioa. Well, wasn't that quick? He studied the lad for a moment as the bar laughed around them. He pat at the stool next to him and motioned for the young man to sit. "You really think you got what it takes?"
Aneres shifted the gun around, still smiling.
The setting changes from The Hangover to Verinotte Square
"Well ain't that interestin'," A burly, raggedy, blond man gruffed as he came into the square. Though dominated by a glorious draconic fountain there was something else eye-catching today. It seemed a large vending machine logo'd TORGUE was juttering about. A torque wrench on the side branded it a more useful vending machine than most, in Ulrich's opinion.
Alek had seen better days. The half starved vampire came into the square like a fainting shadow, his color shifting cloak keeping him nearly invisible if he were to stay still. The man's normally golden yellow hues were black with hunger as he continued to starve himself.
He wasn't sure how much longer he would stay sane.
If he was sane.
He watched as the blond man walk into the same square, commenting on something. He barely listened, but followed his eyes to the vending machine that was across the way. The thing was an eyesore.
He wasn't sure how much longer he would stay sane.
If he was sane.
He watched as the blond man walk into the same square, commenting on something. He barely listened, but followed his eyes to the vending machine that was across the way. The thing was an eyesore.
A woman in a flowing white dress walked through Verinotte Square. Her auburn hair was loose down her shoulders and smart blue eyes studied her surroundings.
Adella had never before been to Verinotte Square, nor did she know that it was a haven for the preternatural and paranormal. Waking up that day she had decided to let her feet guide her where they may. It was a day that she had ignored the ill prophecy from the gypsy woman of her doom.
If it had to come then so be it, but Adella was not going to live in fear of her impending death.
A coin laid on the ground and Adella picked it up with a gentle smile on her fair face. She went to the fountain and tossed it in, her eyes closed and a wish on her lips.
Adella had never before been to Verinotte Square, nor did she know that it was a haven for the preternatural and paranormal. Waking up that day she had decided to let her feet guide her where they may. It was a day that she had ignored the ill prophecy from the gypsy woman of her doom.
If it had to come then so be it, but Adella was not going to live in fear of her impending death.
A coin laid on the ground and Adella picked it up with a gentle smile on her fair face. She went to the fountain and tossed it in, her eyes closed and a wish on her lips.
Is it fate that was tempting him? His black hues flicked up to the woman who was by the fountain. So pure, so beautiful. So full of life. A life that she lived precariously on the edge of a village full of monsters that would take it away from her, gladly. Did she not realize where she was? Or did she not feel the natural instinct to flee from this place?
The man felt his fangs lower, but he suppressed the urge. Why must she torment him?! Does she not know the agony she was causing him? The conflict to keep what little humanity he had left or let go and fall completely into the monster Alucard wished him to be?
Slowly the golden hue returned to his black eyes, and he slowly stood. Silently he walked over to the woman, a smile forced upon his pale lips. And all the while, with every step, all he could hear was the beating of her heart.
"Excuse me, miss.." He said, his voice deep. "Are you lost?"
The man felt his fangs lower, but he suppressed the urge. Why must she torment him?! Does she not know the agony she was causing him? The conflict to keep what little humanity he had left or let go and fall completely into the monster Alucard wished him to be?
Slowly the golden hue returned to his black eyes, and he slowly stood. Silently he walked over to the woman, a smile forced upon his pale lips. And all the while, with every step, all he could hear was the beating of her heart.
"Excuse me, miss.." He said, his voice deep. "Are you lost?"
Ulrich frowned as he smelled the rich blood of the woman on her approach. He licked his lips and turned towards the fountain, laying heavy eyes on Alek. What was the fool boy doing? He really didn't want to make another arrest, not out in the open or here like this, because another vampire couldn't control themselves in the open.
However, Ulrich wasn't about to preemptively get involved. Instead he moseyed along to another side of the fountain, watching. He was glad there weren't any zomborgs here. It looked like Reisel had successfully secured the border at the Abandoned Slums. No screams echoed through anywhere, and if humans were casually milling about, well... Good.
However, Ulrich wasn't about to preemptively get involved. Instead he moseyed along to another side of the fountain, watching. He was glad there weren't any zomborgs here. It looked like Reisel had successfully secured the border at the Abandoned Slums. No screams echoed through anywhere, and if humans were casually milling about, well... Good.
Adella's wish was interrupted when a man's basso voice filled her ears. It was alarming and a small tinge of fear traveled over her skin. The woman pushed her hair from her face and looked at the man. The most notable feature of him was the golden color of his eyes.
Her fear melted away and the tension of her muscles died away. She took a step toward him, unafraid. There was something about this man. He was alluring and handsome, beautiful beyond any person that Adella had seen before.
"No," Adella said in her gentle voice. "I am not lost."
Her fear melted away and the tension of her muscles died away. She took a step toward him, unafraid. There was something about this man. He was alluring and handsome, beautiful beyond any person that Adella had seen before.
"No," Adella said in her gentle voice. "I am not lost."
Her answer infuriated him even more, however he did not show it on his ageless face. His eyes studied her face calmly, carefully and in silence for a moment. The starved vampire gently touched her face, caressing it gently as one would do a lover. "Then you do know you are in danger here, then? This place.. Is not for someone as yourself to be wondering here alone and unaided.." He murmured quietly. "There are things here that would.. Harm you, willingly and unwillingly. Please, let me escort you out.." He said softly.
He could feel the monster within him push him towards her, to brace the woman against himself and tenderly let his fangs fall into her pretty little neck. To drain the life from her, or to make her his. To punish someone who would so boldly step into a place of death and decay with so much life left within themselves.
It was like a slap in the face to the vampire.
He could feel the monster within him push him towards her, to brace the woman against himself and tenderly let his fangs fall into her pretty little neck. To drain the life from her, or to make her his. To punish someone who would so boldly step into a place of death and decay with so much life left within themselves.
It was like a slap in the face to the vampire.
"Wing City ain' safe, 'lest I don' think," Ulrich spoke up from where he was, communicator in hand. He continued to thumb at the device and read the data. Zomborgs, an agent down, but at least the Hollow was safe and the border was fortified. On an off shot he wondered if anyone managed to secure the Pool of Nyx, thumbing the request in and sending it out over communication-space. Someone in the Forces Vankoryth would get the message and check it out. If not...
Sighing Ulrich pulled his thick tendrils of hair back with a stray bit of cord. He eyeballed the tavern and tried not to worry about Alek.
Sighing Ulrich pulled his thick tendrils of hair back with a stray bit of cord. He eyeballed the tavern and tried not to worry about Alek.
"There is no danger here," Adella said in a dreamy voice. She was drunk from the enthrallment of this mysterious dark man whose touch was so gentle. It had been so easy for her to succumb to the passive charm of the vampire.
"Let me stay?" The woman dressed in white asked in an innocent voice. Her blue eyes fluttered closed and her skin warmed from the man's touch. The pulse in her throat quickened.
She did not know who this man was nor why he was touching her so, but Adella did know that all she craved was for the touch to never stop and for this man's kiss. Adella placed a hand on his chest and looked up at him through the long fringe of her lashes.
"Let me stay?" The woman dressed in white asked in an innocent voice. Her blue eyes fluttered closed and her skin warmed from the man's touch. The pulse in her throat quickened.
She did not know who this man was nor why he was touching her so, but Adella did know that all she craved was for the touch to never stop and for this man's kiss. Adella placed a hand on his chest and looked up at him through the long fringe of her lashes.
Alek looked over to Ulrich for a moment, a mixture of panic and pleading for help from Ulrich as well as a dare for the man to step closer to the pair of them. He would not be able to contain himself much longer. He was truly starved.
"Is there anywhere truly safe then?" He asked, his voice full of the plea for help from Ulrich. And then his attention turned back to the woman before him. "There is danger standing right in front of you, and you don't even realize it.." He muttered softly. He could have sworn his own pulse started to race, although his heart had not beat in months now. It was her own heart beat that he could feel within his dead chest.
The temptation was stronger now, the smell of her blood racing past his nostrils as her heart raced. He could almost see the vein in her throat that pulsed in time with the beating of her heart. His throat ached for the thirst and he found himself leaning closer, brushing his lips against her cheek softly. Suddenly, he stopped himself, trembling and with what was last of his sane thoughts, he whispered to her once more. "If I were you, I would run.. And I would run as fast as you possibly can away from me.." He hissed.
"Is there anywhere truly safe then?" He asked, his voice full of the plea for help from Ulrich. And then his attention turned back to the woman before him. "There is danger standing right in front of you, and you don't even realize it.." He muttered softly. He could have sworn his own pulse started to race, although his heart had not beat in months now. It was her own heart beat that he could feel within his dead chest.
The temptation was stronger now, the smell of her blood racing past his nostrils as her heart raced. He could almost see the vein in her throat that pulsed in time with the beating of her heart. His throat ached for the thirst and he found himself leaning closer, brushing his lips against her cheek softly. Suddenly, he stopped himself, trembling and with what was last of his sane thoughts, he whispered to her once more. "If I were you, I would run.. And I would run as fast as you possibly can away from me.." He hissed.
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