Post by The Madman Of Zaun on Apr 13, 2013 5:19:10 GMT -5
The polished steel halls of the Corporate Building were quiet today, despite the light clink of leather on metal that might resonate from the shoes of anybody walking through it. Though the keycard lock to the CO.'s personal workshop was previously broken, it seemed to be replaced by a large red button, modified so only his strength could fully press it and thus open the main doors. The workshop itself, as usual, was a din of bubbling, clicks, clangs, and a wide menagerie of various gadgets and tools cluttered about the space. Interestingly though, there seemed to be an abnormal amount of cleaver marks throughout the workshop, as well as black marks near the set of chemicals that yet burned with residual energy. It seemed that whatever caused the explosion was also responsible for the various cleaved apparatus strewn through the room. Something did seem out of place though... as odd as that sounds for the workshop of a Mad Corporate Officer. A section of the room seemed to be literally cleaved out, as the markings struck into the thick steel were jagged like a lid from a tin can. Inside this crude circular cut-out were a series of doors that would open up a section of the floor. Something had been placed underground. What could cause such a crude-but-functional electronic storage device? Well, if we peer deeper into the Office, the very man himself is still there to see. Laying upon a desk, his overly-muscular arms folded with a head of messy hair curled inside, he slept with snores louder than the roars of the Champion Volibear. As would indicate on his personal computer screen, he began whatever he had built ten days ago, and crafted something that could keep him working non-stop. That would explain the burn marks. However, the concoction's energy seems to have been entirely spent, and sleeping on this desk for three days straight of sheer exhaustion was everybody's favorite blue (or purple) Madman of Zaun, Dr. Mundo.
Post by The Madman Of Zaun on Apr 24, 2013 1:36:27 GMT -5
Dr. Mundo lifted his head, once composed of perfectly combed, slick black hair, now more akin to the strands of a burnt mop. His yellow luminescent eyes peered out from his makeshift place of rest, dark bags carved around the sockets of his already dark skin. Mundo's head dropped to the desk once more, resounding with a solid thud of inarticulate muscle on metal. The Madman grumbled before lifting himself off of the steely surface. The disgruntled brute pressed his hands onto his back, bending and cracking practically every vertebrae of his spine.
"Mundo need a massage..."
His custom-tailored leather shoes clacked against the metal as he made his way to the HP/Mana cooler. Too groggy to simply drink from one of the miniscule cups, he simply lifted the massive bottle from its base and drank until he was content. Barely any of the bottle remained filled, so he simply placed it beside the cooler. More vitalized, although still somewhat drained, his natural regenerative properties began to kick in once more, restoring his body with his famous scientific strength. Dr. Mundo walked out to the lab, inspecting the cleaved up floors and tables, his yellow feral eyes finally setting on the cleaved out section of the floor. His cleaver had been embedded almost half way through the newly replaced false floor. As he gripped it and tore it out, the surface it was embedded into began to shake. The floor did not begin to open up, but in fact begun to rise out. Mundo simply hopped off the moving platform, turning to look at the fruit of his endless scientific rampage. What appeared before the good Doctor was a massive vat of some orange-glowing syrup.
"...huh... Mundo make energy drink?"
Fat blue fingers began to stroke the bottom of a thick, equally blue chin. Thankfully in his energetic crafting spree, he was smart enough to apply a nozzle to the device. He stuck his finger under the spout and lightly pulled it, until a single drop of thick orange florescence lay on it. He proceeded to lick it, and suddenly his body was coursing with energy, his heart beating at a speed it shouldn't be physically possible to reach. Dr. Mundo fell back, breathing heavily from the sudden surge and revitalization. His eyes brightened, a madman's smile crept plainly on his face for the world to see, and a thick tongue licking his lips clean.
"Mundo make good energy drink!"
His knuckles cracked between his interlocked fingers, excitedly thinking of the possibilities his drink could have. He immediately started to re-purpose a sector of Mundo Corp.'s Facilities into the mass production of this energy drink, and perhaps the diluting of the original product. After all, not everyone has the kind of body chemistry Dr. Mundo had.
Post by Girard Laurentine III on Apr 30, 2013 19:20:42 GMT -5
Girard Laurentine III silently approached the Mundo Corp. building, under orders given by the Grand General himself to personally invite Dr. Mundo to the upcoming meeting in Zaun. He stepped quickly and purposefully down the busy streets, relatively unhindered by human traffic. If the Grand General wanted two madmen at the meting, then he would get them.
He entered the Muno Corp. building , glancing warily around the interior and looking for a secretary. It was likely that most Zaunites would recognize the Cryomancer by now, as he was not exactly trying to keep his presence hidden. That would be counter-intuitive to his goals, and Swain's plans would not end well if he were hiding his name and face.
Post by The Madman Of Zaun on May 1, 2013 1:43:41 GMT -5
As the man steps into the steel halls of Mundo Corp., he would notice a polished steel half-circle extended from the back wall. Within the semi-circle sits a woman in your stereotypical pencil-skirt secretary wear, with golden locks and a bright red blouse. She seemed to be clacking away at some sort of device, with text appearing on a screen at rapid speed. Tendrils of smoke danced through the air above a small ash tray, the reminiscent glow steadily burning away at the tobacco inside, a small mountain of ash building up. Her face looked up above the counter, two slender glasses with crystal blue eyes peering through them at the man. Her face was pleasant to look at, but she seemed tired, like going to work here was a chore, but one of the few chores only she could handle. Cool jazz played softly from a small speaker she had sitting on the desk, something to keep her thoughts sane. She stood up from her swiveling seat to look at the man.
"Hi hun, welcome to Mundo Corp. How can I help-"
*Krrzt*MUNDO GOT IT!*krrsht*
"-you..."
The woman sighs and returns to her seat as the floor beneath him gives way, sending him down a long slide and into a large bundle of feathers. If he were to look up from his disgruntled state, standing before him is the man himself, Dr. Mundo.
"Graah, welcome to Mundo Corp! *slurp* Mundo pleased to meet you!"
Post by Girard Laurentine III on May 2, 2013 0:20:03 GMT -5
Girard was greeted by a pleasant reception lobby immediately upon entering the Mundo Corp building, and, soon thereafter, an equally pleasant secretary on the far side of the room. He nodded his greeting when she addressed him, and started walking towards the woman before she was abruptly cut off by a guttural voice, speaking of himself in third-person as Mundo himself. He raised an eyebrow at the curiously humorous situation unfolding before him, holding back a small chuckle.
"So, I take it-"
Girard himself was cut off as the floor abruptly dropped out from underneath him, leading him down a smoothed chute into depths unknown. His survival instincts started to kick in, tapping into his cryomantic powers and channeling his frost magic. Were this indeed a trap, then the hunter would quickly find that his quarry was not to be trifled with.
Girard dropped from the chute into a mass of feathers, clearly placed there to soften the landing from the long chute ride. The metallic floor started to frost over as Girard fought his way out of the feathers, icy energy dancing across his fingertips to fend off....
A rather jovial-looking and cleaverless Doctor Mundo. Seeing that the perceived threat was nonexistent, Girard let his magic die down, the icy power arcing between his fingers now but a flicker, his eyes reducing from a bright blue glow to a slightly duller one.
"Uhm...Thank you, and it's a pleasure to meet you as well, Doctor." Girard replied, stepping fully out of the pile of feathers and dusting the remaining ones from his leather attire. "I must say, that was...The most unique way I have been invited into someone's office to date. I trust all has been going well here in Zaun?"
Post by The Madman Of Zaun on May 2, 2013 5:34:09 GMT -5
"Mundo thinks so. Mundo pulled an all nighter seven nights in a row, made new Energy Drink. Prototype kept Mundo awake."
The good Doctor points to a large vat rising out of the cleaved floor, glowing with some florescent orange syrup inside.
"Mundo keep concentrate in vat. Mundo needs to dilute it still."
The hulking blue behemoth began walking towards his office, which conveniently was just a few short steps from where Girard had landed. Mundo took his customary leather-bound rolling chair that sat behind his desk, motioning this man of cryogenic strength to take the one opposite to him.
"So, why you come to Mundo Corp? You need Mundo to give you job? Mundo has lots of jobs! You want to become a Mundo Intern? Mundo can have you sell Mundo's new Mundodrinks!"
A newton's cradle of miniature Orianna balls clacked back and forth as Dr. Mundo waited for his answer, a madman's disturbing, but oddly enthusiastic face waiting with a big fat tongue rolled out of the mouth.
Post by Girard Laurentine III on May 3, 2013 0:02:27 GMT -5
Girard shook his head and chuckled softly at Mundo's antics. Keep your guard up; He may be comedic now, but Mundo has killed before, an will easily do so again. Steeling himself once more, he followed Mundo into his office.
It was a rather simple affair, but the desk toy made Girard raise his eyebrow in curiosity. He suppressed another chuckle as he sat, still partially not able to take Mundo seriously, while the other part knew fully well that the purple behemoth could snap him in two if he tried.
"Actually, I come not looking for a career; I come to deliver an invitation." Girard cleared his throat. "As you may or may not know, Zaun has recently renewed the contract of alliance with Noxus, and our two illustrious city-states have undergone a campaign to improve Zaunite security, as well as enact other changes to improve aspects of Zaunite society and expand our economies. To facilitate such changes, we will be holding a meeting, at which both the Noxian High Command, with associates, and those of influence in Zaun will have time to discuss and approve such changes. To that end, I have been sent by the Grand General himself to invite you to this meeting in person." Girard smiled. "'Tis in but a few days. Do you think that you could fit the meeting into your schedule? As you are the CEO of Mundo Corp., one of the major businesses of Zaun, it would be our honor to have your input on these matters."
Post by The Madman Of Zaun on May 3, 2013 18:53:37 GMT -5
"Graah, Mundo did not know. Mundo ate the report."
Mundo's huge hands rested on top of the other, supporting the weight of his head as he listened to the young Cryomancer's spiel, the eyes of the Madman of Zaun locked onto him, like a predator staring at a potential slab of bloody meat. Not to say that the Doctor was feeling particularly sadistic today, he simply always exuded this aura of continuous bloodlust. Such was his nature and chemical-infused body.
"So Mundo being hired to improve security? Hm... Mundo will go to this meeting, say hello to General Jericho. *slurp*"
Dr. Mundo rises from his seat, slamming a thick brief case onto the desk. He turns behind him, pulling out one of his many rusty cleavers out from the wall, placing it into the briefcase, the handle protruding out. He also starts placing papers regarding new Mundo Corp. technologies, weapons, defensive machines and installations, and the top of the line hextech machines.
"Mundo will be there, you can leave Mundo Corp. through the big doors." Mundo says as he points in their direction.
OOC: Can you link the thread that this meeting will be happening in?
Post by Girard Laurentine III on May 8, 2013 0:26:20 GMT -5
((Would if it were made yet; will replace THIS with the link when it is posted. It should come soon after the quarterly High Command meeting is over.))
Girard stood with the hulking Zaunite, inclining his head respectfully. "Thank you for accepting this offer. It will be a pleasure having you at the meeting, Dr. Mundo." Girard smiled, his glowing blue eyes following the Doctor's actions. He raised a brow at the appearance of Mundo's infamous cleaver, which the Zaunite stuffed into the briefcase with all of his other papers, before Mundo looked up to show him the way out.
Bowing his head slightly once more, he bade the madman farewell. "Again, thank you kindly. I shall not keep you any longer than I must. I wish you the best of luck in your endeavors." He smiled and turned to leave, his footprints slowly defrosting in his wake.
Post by The Madman Of Zaun on Aug 11, 2013 9:24:58 GMT -5
Deep within the chrome halls of Mundo Corp., down, down, down into its steely depths laid the heavily fortified laboratory of Dr. Mundo, and a new project he was developing. Recalling upon the many matches he fought in, his mind wandered to fights where he was both allied and against a particular champion.
The Ionian Ninja, Shen.
Mundo recalled how he could teleport across the map in the blink of an eye, easily coming to the aid of another. Mundo was less interested in the defensive capabilities of it and much more interested in the actual utility of being able to teleport relatively wherever one wanted. It made Mundo almost giddy. Of course, the existence of gates and rifts from one world to another were a reality, as many champions were brought to Runeterra one way or another, but Dr. Mundo didn't care much about interplane travel as he did about global travel.
Mundo knew energy wouldn't be much of a problem, considering he would be building the machine here, and effectively hooked up to its own power source, but the actual mechanics of the device was what truly perplexed Dr. Mundo's mind... if only for a while.
Once he begun to tinker, he could not be stopped, not until he at the very least had a semi-functional device he could use. For Dr. Mundo, this is a rather extreme occurrence, for often Dr. Mundo completely forgets what exactly he did during the actual creation phase, much akin to his production of the Mundodrink, and only had a rough idea of where he had started, what he finished, or what he had to do. This would soon come back to affect his current situation. Ah well, such is the life of the Madman of Zaun.
He thought of a way that people could travel from one location to another, and although summoning was a possibility, he didn't exactly want to pay a summoner to constantly be at Mundo Corp. so he could make his machine work the way he wanted... so he built one!
Dr. Mundo wasn't planning on building a technological A.I. from the ground up, nor did he want to. He wanted a machine that had very specific commands, one that wouldn't have the will to do what it wanted and could only do a limited amount of things. The Doctor would get exactly what he wanted.
Dr. Mundo made a chamber one would stand inside, which presumably would be the device used for teleportation. Dr. Mundo would command the device through a massive, blocky device Mundo called a "cellphone". It had a thick black antenna protruding from the top, which would be able to communicate with a very tall radio tower which stretched high above the air, supported by metal beams, cables, and the base of Mundo Corp. itself for stability purposes. The phone conveniently fit Dr. Mundo's hand, with large, cheesy buttons to match. As well as all of this, Dr. Mundo figured he would need some basic survival equipment wherever he went, so Dr. Mundo took with him several bottles of his special Mundodrink, still unreleased to the general public, trail rations, a tent, a flashlight, and of course, his rusty cleaver.
Once Mundo was ready, the Doctor stepped inside the chamber, which was akin to a small room. He took his blocky cellphone, and punched in a number. The device was already online, and begun to focus power to a single corner of the room, until a portal-esque gate had started to form. This "gate" though seemed to be pulling everything around it into itself, which Mundo had anticipated. Though Dr. Mundo was relatively sure it would function, there was one thing he did not know with any certainty: his destination. To be frank, Dr. Mundo wasn't sure how to handle its navigational properties, only knowing that somewhere between his creation-frenzied blackout that somehow the cellphone he held in his hand was the tool to controlling this device. Not quite knowing what to do, Dr. Mundo put the white brick of a cellphone to his head.
"...hello? Mundo speaking."
All he received was a strange noise coming from the device.
Before he could hardly react, the suction of the tear he had created suddenly magnified several fold; he was flying across the room, diving head-first into the summining-portal-thing he had crafted. As he was fully, seemingly consumed by whatever it was he made, it closed, and all that was left was a chamber for an unknown purpose, nearly useless without its controlling device.
Post by The Madman Of Zaun on Aug 23, 2013 6:32:07 GMT -5
Unfortunately for the Doctor, his machine would go awry, for after being shunted off to some apparent location relatively close to Zaun, his machine blew a fuse somewhere inside. Dr. Mundo found himself spit back out from where he came, sliding across the room and stopping, head first, into a wall.
Dr. Mundo's hands flew to his head, an instinctive reaction in some feeble attempt to relieve the pain.
Needless to say, it did not help, and he would simply have to wait for the spasms of pain in his head to stop.
Dr. Mundo opened the door to the room he was in, looking at the main console this white brick phone was connected to. He doesn't know how, but the machine imploded upon itself, looking little more than crumpled up aluminum foil, on fire, with sparks flying out.
Dr. Mundo let out an annoyed sigh as he looked at his work, all gone to waste.
Oh well. Mundo thought.
The doctor would find something else to fill his time, something better, something inevitably more interesting.
((SOMETHING people will actually let Mundo do, since no one wanted to do fun things with Mundo. I'm slightly peeved I actually wasn't able to get this off the ground, but hey, I still have Mundoburger.))
Post by The Madman Of Zaun on Sept 2, 2013 23:28:46 GMT -5
For a while now, Dr. Mundo had been trying to purchase a industrial property on the docks of Zaun, sending request after request for the property. This had been the third time Dr. Mundo has received a decline from them; they were not interested in selling.
It looked like Dr. Mundo would have to take matters into his own hands, again.
He pulled a cleaver off of his wall, one with many a dent, nick, places of repair, and blood stains across the entirety of the rusty, jagged blade. He placed his hand on the butt of the cleaver, his large purple fingers grasping around a circular metal ring. He turned it, and the ring began to expand. It increased its size about five fold, before detaching like a clip. Along the ring was a series of arcane lettering etched underneath. He took the now large ring, clipping it on his briefcase. The metal ring shrunk upon itself, and fastened tightly around the brown, leather briefcase as a blue tint covered over the container, then faded away.
Dr. Mundo was suited up, and ready for his business day. He started to head for the docks.
Post by The Madman Of Zaun on Sept 10, 2013 19:53:16 GMT -5
A day or so after Dr. Mundo claimed the Embargo Shipyard as his own, he was busy at work in the depths of his lab. On a massive cork board hanging from a wall were various pictures of different kinds of vehicles; ships, Rumble's "Tristy", Corki's plane, a Hexcar, Gankplank's ship, anything and everything he could get his hands on.
Dr. Mundo needed a personal method of travel, and he was exploring the possibilities available to him.
Post by The Madman Of Zaun on Oct 19, 2013 23:41:36 GMT -5
Juy 27, CLE
It was late at night when the Doctor had finished his travel preparations. His wondrous vehicle was finished, the supplies within stocked and ready for the adventure, its engine primed and ready for adventure, the engine like a growling tiger, ready to roar.
He was about to step inside of his new car as well, when he stopped and realized there was something he forgot to do.
Stepping back out of his vehicle, the Doctor walked back to the entrance, unlocking the newly fixed door. A sign was placed in a small holding notch built into the glass, reading: "The Doctor is In".
As he walked away, the sign changed.
"The Doctor is Out"
Mundo Corp. would continue to function, but as of right now, their CEO was on Corporate Vacation. The receptionist at Mundo Corp. would continue to work and manage the company, that which wasn't managed personally by Dr. Mundo, and any special orders for the Doctor to work on would be taken into consideration, but ultimately put on hold.
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