Post by tyrantisterror on May 5, 2008 23:17:28 GMT -5
Waffle Satan
Story Appearances: Tyrantis vs. Waffle Satan
Height: 50 meters (164 feet)
Weight: 10,000 tons
Physical Appearance: tyrantisterror.deviantart.com/art/Waffle-Satan-68484997
Origin: Waffle Satan was originally a cartoon mascot for Dante's Infernal Waffles. In the cartoon advertisements Waffle Satan acted very much like the Lucky Charms guy. Kids constantly tried to steal his waffles from the bowels of hell. Rather than run away, however, Waffle Satan hunted the children down, skewered them with a pitchfork, and chucked them into a human sized waffle iron to make a new batch of his delicious breakfast foodstuff.
Despite the grim, horrific, dark humor of these advertisements (or perhaps because of it), Dante’s Infernal Waffles sold like hot cakes. Soon IHOP-like restaurants sprouted up all over the country, including a humongous, 50 meter tall waffle emporium shaped like the devilish mascot himself in the heart of Los Angeles.
It turned out this supernatural level of success was just that: supernatural. An ethereal entity had helped the creator of Dante’s Infernal Waffles gain his success in return for one thing: the permission to reside in the great waffle emporium. The mortal creator had not quite understood what the creature meant, and as such he was quite surprised when the tremendous building turned into a flesh and blood Waffle Satan. Now the demon was ready to wreak havoc upon the world, and woe unto those who did not beware his fluffy, delicious wrath!
Personality: Like his cartoon counterpart, Waffle Satan is a sadistic being that savors the pain of others like fine wine. He lives to cause pain and suffering, as well as make delicious waffles that are part of your balance breakfast.
Special Abilities:
Demonic Wit- Waffle Satan is a sentient being and speaks fluent English. He can thus use tools and form complex strategies.
Waffle Regeneration- Waffle Satan can heal his wounds by devouring the souls of the damned within a 20 mile radius. This restricts him to the souls of sentient creatures who are kinda jerks, which may explain why he spent so much time in Los Angeles. If there are no sentient souls around he cannot use this power.
Waffle Batter Barf- Waffle Satan can projectile vomit geysers of waffle batter from his gullet. This batter, made from the toasty souls of the damned, is boiling hot to the point where it instantly scalds unprotected flesh. While rarely fatal, it is unbelievably painful and will wrack a foe with pain for hours.
The Fires of Hades Waffle can summon the fires of Hades to aid him in battle. He can both spit fireballs and shoot them out of his hand or summons walls of fire to trap foes.
Pitchfork of Doom- Waffle Satan’s pitchfork is magic and will always return to his hand when he summons it. Also, it can stab people. Stabbing is painful.
Air of Terror- Waffle Satan’s mere presence strikes an instinctual fear in all creatures. This fear can psychologically cripple all but the bravest foes. Luckily, they will eventually figure out that he’s just a giant waffle.
Flight Waffle Satan can fly at Mach 1.5, despite his lack of wings (he uses demon-y evil instead).
Waffle Body- Waffle Satan’s body (minus the head, legs, arms, and tail) is a giant waffle. As such it feels not physical pain and can absorb most blunt attacks.
Combat Style: Waffle Satan is strictly a long range fighter, having a rather frail physical form. He prefers to cripple his opponents physically and psychologically with long range attacks before skewering them with his pitchfork and making them into giant waffles with his demonic waffle iron.
Strengths and Weaknesses: Waffle Satan has several very powerful long range attacks and is very adept at using his pitchfork as a weapon. He’s also very inventive, able to make practically anything into a weapon.
Of course, the big problem with Waffle Satan is the fact that he’s a freaking waffle. While his head, arms, legs, and tail are all flesh and blood, his torso is all made of flakey, fluffly, delicious wafflely goodness. He is not very durable, making him terrible at close range combat (one could easily tear him to pieces within a matter of seconds). However, the only way to truly kill him is to devour him completely, otherwise he can just absorb the souls of the damned to rebuild himself and fight anew.
Sample Fight: Waffle Satan rubbed his hands together happily as he overlooked the city of Los Angeles. It was a virtual smorgasbord of edible souls: the perfect place to start his new empire.
Something in the distance glinted in the sun and struck the devil’s eye. Waffle Satan snarled at the unpleasant brightness of the glint. What foolish structure would dare to assault his optic cavity? It had to be taught a lesson. Waffle Satan cackled and flew towards it, ready to cause some massive collateral damage.
He was thoroughly surprised to see that it was not a building that made the glint, but rather a gargantuan crystal. His surprise was short lived, being drowned in his inexplicable rage. In one fell swoop he smashed the crystal with his pitchfork and laughed as it shattered, the various shards falling to the street and impaling thousands with its shrapnel.
A pompous squeal suddenly caught Waffle Satan’s attention. The delicious devil turned around to see the crystal’s creator, a morbidly obese saurian that was covered with several more of the beautiful minerals. SpaceGodzilla wiggled his chubby arms in agitation and squealed again. His mouth glowed with golden energy as he waved his arms about.
Waffle Satan knew this dance. The demon shook his fists angrily and returned the roar, accepting SpaceGodzilla’s challenge. Their duel was on. On till the break of dawn. On like Donkey Kong.
SpaceGodzilla, being the initiator of the duel, got the first shot. Taking a big breath, SpaceGodzilla released a blast of his corona beam. It struck Waffle Satan, throwing him into a building. The demon stood up and spat a fireball at SpaceGodzilla. The space monster writhed in pain. Well, actually, he wiggled his arms a bit and squealed. But hey, that’s about as much motion his body was capable of without telekinesis. He struck Waffle Satan again with his corona beam, although the devil withstood the blow a lot better this time. The battle continued in this fashion for about an hour, with each blasting each other over and over again.
Eventually the fighters got bored (what a surprise) and decided to mix it up a bit. SpaceGodzilla grew a ton of crystals and threw them at Waffle Satan. The demon dodged them and summoned the fires of Hades around SpaceGodzilla. SpaceGodzilla was not nearly as fast as Waffle Satan: his flabby legs barely moved his immense bulk as the fires scorched his body, making him flail his arms in frustration.
The monster roared in anguish, partly because of the burns and partly because he hadn’t done this much physical activity since his creation! He threw more crystals at Waffle Satan, and this time one of them stuck. Waffle Satan looked at his mid section and saw a giant crystal sticking out of it. Befuddled, the demon pulled the crystal out, looked at it, and lobbed it back at SpaceGodzilla. It struck the blue monster in the face with a comical bonk. The demonic breakfast pastry cackled only to feel three more crystals rip through his body, bisecting the scrumptious villain.
SpaceGodzilla roared in victory only to feel the fires of Hades leap up and burn him again. He looked and saw Waffle Satan reforming himself: several thousand souls leapt out from the nearby humans and entered the demon’s body, reattaching the two halves of his body. A faster, more active opponent may have been able to stop this process, but all SpaceGodzilla could do was stand there staring stupidly. The breakfast behemoth stood up and, smiling widely, vomited waffle battle on his extraterrestrial foe.
SpaceGodzilla squealed and flailed his arms harder than ever as the scalding batter boiled him alive. He tried to wipe it out of his eyes only to spread it further around his face and increase the pain. When he finally opened his eyes he saw a pitchfork hurtling toward his neck, choking in agony as it impaled his throat. Waffle Satan rushed towards him, grabbed the fork, and jerked it to the right, tearing a large chunk out of SpaceGodzilla’s neck and destroying one of his shoulder crystals in the process. Waffle Satan quickly destroyed the other one, impaled the monster’s stomach on his fork, and summoned his demonic Waffle Iron. SpaceGodzilla was flung into the iron just as he began to explode, screaming as the machine closed in on him. A large boom tore through the air as smoke billowed from the iron.
A few minutes later Waffle Satan devoured the delicious, blue, corona energy filled waffle. SpaceGodzilla made a hell of a waffle.
Ability meters
Melee Ability: 4
Ranged Ability: 8
Toughness: 10
Invulnerability: 3
Healing Ability: 0-8 (Variable, depends on how many souls he can absorb)
Physical Strength: 4.5
Stamina: 8
Instinct: 5
Logic: 8.5
Creativity: 8
Speed: 5
Reflexes: 4
Acrobatics: 6
TyrantisTerror
Story Appearances: Tyrantis vs. Waffle Satan
Height: 50 meters (164 feet)
Weight: 10,000 tons
Physical Appearance: tyrantisterror.deviantart.com/art/Waffle-Satan-68484997
Origin: Waffle Satan was originally a cartoon mascot for Dante's Infernal Waffles. In the cartoon advertisements Waffle Satan acted very much like the Lucky Charms guy. Kids constantly tried to steal his waffles from the bowels of hell. Rather than run away, however, Waffle Satan hunted the children down, skewered them with a pitchfork, and chucked them into a human sized waffle iron to make a new batch of his delicious breakfast foodstuff.
Despite the grim, horrific, dark humor of these advertisements (or perhaps because of it), Dante’s Infernal Waffles sold like hot cakes. Soon IHOP-like restaurants sprouted up all over the country, including a humongous, 50 meter tall waffle emporium shaped like the devilish mascot himself in the heart of Los Angeles.
It turned out this supernatural level of success was just that: supernatural. An ethereal entity had helped the creator of Dante’s Infernal Waffles gain his success in return for one thing: the permission to reside in the great waffle emporium. The mortal creator had not quite understood what the creature meant, and as such he was quite surprised when the tremendous building turned into a flesh and blood Waffle Satan. Now the demon was ready to wreak havoc upon the world, and woe unto those who did not beware his fluffy, delicious wrath!
Personality: Like his cartoon counterpart, Waffle Satan is a sadistic being that savors the pain of others like fine wine. He lives to cause pain and suffering, as well as make delicious waffles that are part of your balance breakfast.
Special Abilities:
Demonic Wit- Waffle Satan is a sentient being and speaks fluent English. He can thus use tools and form complex strategies.
Waffle Regeneration- Waffle Satan can heal his wounds by devouring the souls of the damned within a 20 mile radius. This restricts him to the souls of sentient creatures who are kinda jerks, which may explain why he spent so much time in Los Angeles. If there are no sentient souls around he cannot use this power.
Waffle Batter Barf- Waffle Satan can projectile vomit geysers of waffle batter from his gullet. This batter, made from the toasty souls of the damned, is boiling hot to the point where it instantly scalds unprotected flesh. While rarely fatal, it is unbelievably painful and will wrack a foe with pain for hours.
The Fires of Hades Waffle can summon the fires of Hades to aid him in battle. He can both spit fireballs and shoot them out of his hand or summons walls of fire to trap foes.
Pitchfork of Doom- Waffle Satan’s pitchfork is magic and will always return to his hand when he summons it. Also, it can stab people. Stabbing is painful.
Air of Terror- Waffle Satan’s mere presence strikes an instinctual fear in all creatures. This fear can psychologically cripple all but the bravest foes. Luckily, they will eventually figure out that he’s just a giant waffle.
Flight Waffle Satan can fly at Mach 1.5, despite his lack of wings (he uses demon-y evil instead).
Waffle Body- Waffle Satan’s body (minus the head, legs, arms, and tail) is a giant waffle. As such it feels not physical pain and can absorb most blunt attacks.
Combat Style: Waffle Satan is strictly a long range fighter, having a rather frail physical form. He prefers to cripple his opponents physically and psychologically with long range attacks before skewering them with his pitchfork and making them into giant waffles with his demonic waffle iron.
Strengths and Weaknesses: Waffle Satan has several very powerful long range attacks and is very adept at using his pitchfork as a weapon. He’s also very inventive, able to make practically anything into a weapon.
Of course, the big problem with Waffle Satan is the fact that he’s a freaking waffle. While his head, arms, legs, and tail are all flesh and blood, his torso is all made of flakey, fluffly, delicious wafflely goodness. He is not very durable, making him terrible at close range combat (one could easily tear him to pieces within a matter of seconds). However, the only way to truly kill him is to devour him completely, otherwise he can just absorb the souls of the damned to rebuild himself and fight anew.
Sample Fight: Waffle Satan rubbed his hands together happily as he overlooked the city of Los Angeles. It was a virtual smorgasbord of edible souls: the perfect place to start his new empire.
Something in the distance glinted in the sun and struck the devil’s eye. Waffle Satan snarled at the unpleasant brightness of the glint. What foolish structure would dare to assault his optic cavity? It had to be taught a lesson. Waffle Satan cackled and flew towards it, ready to cause some massive collateral damage.
He was thoroughly surprised to see that it was not a building that made the glint, but rather a gargantuan crystal. His surprise was short lived, being drowned in his inexplicable rage. In one fell swoop he smashed the crystal with his pitchfork and laughed as it shattered, the various shards falling to the street and impaling thousands with its shrapnel.
A pompous squeal suddenly caught Waffle Satan’s attention. The delicious devil turned around to see the crystal’s creator, a morbidly obese saurian that was covered with several more of the beautiful minerals. SpaceGodzilla wiggled his chubby arms in agitation and squealed again. His mouth glowed with golden energy as he waved his arms about.
Waffle Satan knew this dance. The demon shook his fists angrily and returned the roar, accepting SpaceGodzilla’s challenge. Their duel was on. On till the break of dawn. On like Donkey Kong.
SpaceGodzilla, being the initiator of the duel, got the first shot. Taking a big breath, SpaceGodzilla released a blast of his corona beam. It struck Waffle Satan, throwing him into a building. The demon stood up and spat a fireball at SpaceGodzilla. The space monster writhed in pain. Well, actually, he wiggled his arms a bit and squealed. But hey, that’s about as much motion his body was capable of without telekinesis. He struck Waffle Satan again with his corona beam, although the devil withstood the blow a lot better this time. The battle continued in this fashion for about an hour, with each blasting each other over and over again.
Eventually the fighters got bored (what a surprise) and decided to mix it up a bit. SpaceGodzilla grew a ton of crystals and threw them at Waffle Satan. The demon dodged them and summoned the fires of Hades around SpaceGodzilla. SpaceGodzilla was not nearly as fast as Waffle Satan: his flabby legs barely moved his immense bulk as the fires scorched his body, making him flail his arms in frustration.
The monster roared in anguish, partly because of the burns and partly because he hadn’t done this much physical activity since his creation! He threw more crystals at Waffle Satan, and this time one of them stuck. Waffle Satan looked at his mid section and saw a giant crystal sticking out of it. Befuddled, the demon pulled the crystal out, looked at it, and lobbed it back at SpaceGodzilla. It struck the blue monster in the face with a comical bonk. The demonic breakfast pastry cackled only to feel three more crystals rip through his body, bisecting the scrumptious villain.
SpaceGodzilla roared in victory only to feel the fires of Hades leap up and burn him again. He looked and saw Waffle Satan reforming himself: several thousand souls leapt out from the nearby humans and entered the demon’s body, reattaching the two halves of his body. A faster, more active opponent may have been able to stop this process, but all SpaceGodzilla could do was stand there staring stupidly. The breakfast behemoth stood up and, smiling widely, vomited waffle battle on his extraterrestrial foe.
SpaceGodzilla squealed and flailed his arms harder than ever as the scalding batter boiled him alive. He tried to wipe it out of his eyes only to spread it further around his face and increase the pain. When he finally opened his eyes he saw a pitchfork hurtling toward his neck, choking in agony as it impaled his throat. Waffle Satan rushed towards him, grabbed the fork, and jerked it to the right, tearing a large chunk out of SpaceGodzilla’s neck and destroying one of his shoulder crystals in the process. Waffle Satan quickly destroyed the other one, impaled the monster’s stomach on his fork, and summoned his demonic Waffle Iron. SpaceGodzilla was flung into the iron just as he began to explode, screaming as the machine closed in on him. A large boom tore through the air as smoke billowed from the iron.
A few minutes later Waffle Satan devoured the delicious, blue, corona energy filled waffle. SpaceGodzilla made a hell of a waffle.
Ability meters
Melee Ability: 4
Ranged Ability: 8
Toughness: 10
Invulnerability: 3
Healing Ability: 0-8 (Variable, depends on how many souls he can absorb)
Physical Strength: 4.5
Stamina: 8
Instinct: 5
Logic: 8.5
Creativity: 8
Speed: 5
Reflexes: 4
Acrobatics: 6
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