LET'S RUIN AVATAR

[TEAM_DERRICK]

YEAH FOR REAL NIGS


Author’s note: “ Yes, we are purposely trying to ruin a children’s cartoon series.” “Damn, we’re monsters.” “Hey, there’s nothing better to do at 1 AM on a Thursday.

Avatar: Cycle of Discord

Prologue: Point of Divergence
~

The package had finally arrived. When Li had first heard of this magnificent device, he was rather doubtful of its practical applications. A skeptic born and raised, it wasn’t until he saw a traveling merchant trying to peddle one off that he became convinced of its uses. He was amazed by what he saw. Nothing in the world before or since had shown the progress of mankind more than this revolutionary, mechanical wonder. Granted, he wanted one of his own, not one passed down and held together with tape and bandages.

He had to wait months before his arrived. The parts themselves were produced by one of the Air Temples, he wasn’t sure which one, but they had been reluctant to piece the device together. Thus, Li found himself fumbling around with a screw driver and a wrench for a good twelve hours before he managed to get the thing in some semblance of working order. After a few test rounds in the snow behind his cot, he left to go find the Avatar, who couldn’t be much farther than a few blocks from here.

He cursed to the snow spirits as he left the house. “Does it always have to be this cold here?”

-

Korra was honestly just wasting time at this point. Her skills in arts of airbending, firebending, and waterbending could humble any master from any nation, but the boat to her next tutor wouldn’t leave for a good week, so she had nothing better to do than practice and show off. She couldn’t really say that she was going to miss the Northern Water Tribe. She had always found her stay here to be somewhat of an olive branch from the South Pole rather than a legit place to train. She was already a competent water bender.

She was in a massive courtyard. People had gathered around to watch her weave the water through the air. She mostly kept to her disciplines, but every now and then she would show off show the crowd something awe inspiring. Now was one of those times. Using nothing but the ice around her, she was creating a small scale model of Republic City. Every street corner, every merchant, they were all there. Not satisfied with this, although the crowd was more than impressed, she expanded. Using the entire courtyard, she made the world itself. Every nation and mountain could be found on this map.

The crowd was in awe. Ice sculptures were nothing new in the North Pole, but this was something extraordinary. It took up perhaps three square blocks, but this was something they would cherish for the rest of time. A true artistic gift from the Avatar! As a way to put her finishing mark on the map, Korra melted the ice that made up the seas. “Ladies and gentlemen,” she said facing the crowd, “I think I’m done for today.”

As she turned back to look at her ice world, a tremendous CRACK could be heard in the distance. At the same time, the Fire Nation portion of the map suddenly looked as if it had been struck by an asteroid. Korra turned to face the sound, and that's where she saw him, a man with long black hair and a goatee to match. Korra's eyes widened in shock at the sight and then took on a bright white glow, the same glow that Avatars in the past had donned when in danger or under tremendous stress. Korra was now in the Avatar State, and she was about to WHOOP SOME ASS. She got into a fighting stance she didn't even knew she knew and a vortex of wind swirled around her. When the wind cleared, Korra no longer stood there. It was instead a 12 year old boy with arrow shaped tattoos across his arms and forehead. It was...

"Aang." The mystery man smirked, crossing his arms as if to conceal something he was holding.

"OZAI!" the kid, Aang, got into a martial arts stance. "Long time, no see. You don't look a day past 40."

"And you don't look a day past 180. NOW FUCK YO COUCH NIGGA!" In an instant, Ozai had uncrossed his arms to reveal what he was holding, a quadruple barreled shotgun, and he pumped Aang/Korra's chest full of shotgun shells.

"OH SHI-!" Aang knew that if he were to stay in the Avatar state and die, the cycle would be broken, so he quickly turned back into Korra to let her take the death herself.

"ALL HAIL OZAI, THE NEW PHOENIX KING OF REPUBLIC CITY!"

Korra’s thoughts became less and less coherent. People were gathered all around her. As her vision began to fade, she could see her past lives. All of them, the vast infinity of the avatar cycle, starred into her. The last thing she ever sensed was a baby crying. Her life had passed, a new one was here. Ironically enough, it is not with Korra’s death that begins the Age of Terror, but rather the birth of Qianfan.

EDIT: Fix'd

[TEAM_DERRICK]

Go nuts. Add shit. Redo shit. Do whatever.

[TEAM_DERRICK]

Fuck you Austin, I can't edit that.

Whatever, here's the vanilla version. Granted, Austin may have a point about the avatar state...




Author’s note: “ Yes, we are purposely trying to ruin a children’s cartoon series.” “Damn, we’re monsters.” “Hey, there’s nothing better to do at 1 AM on a Thursday.

Avatar: Cycle of Discord

Prologue: Point of Divergence
~

The package had finally arrived. When Li had first heard of this magnificent device, he was rather doubtful of its practical applications. A skeptic born and raised, it wasn’t until he saw a traveling merchant trying to peddle one off that he became convinced of its uses. He was amazed by what he saw. Nothing in the world before or since had shown the progress of mankind more than this revolutionary, mechanical wonder. Granted, he wanted one of his own, not one passed down and held together with tape and bandages.
He had to wait months before his arrived. The parts themselves were produced by one of the Air Temples, he wasn’t sure which one, but they had been reluctant to piece the device together. Thus, Li found himself fumbling around with a screw driver and a wrench for a good twelve hours before he managed to get the thing in some semblance of working order. After a few test rounds in the snow behind his cot, he left to go find the Avatar, who couldn’t be much farther than a few blocks from here.
He cursed to the snow spirits as he left the house. “Does it always have to be this cold here?”
-
Korra was honestly just wasting time at this point. Her skills in arts of airbending, firebending, and waterbending could humble any master from any nation, but the boat to her next tutor wouldn’t leave for a good week, so she had nothing better to do than practice and show off. She couldn’t really say that she was going to miss the Northern Water Tribe. She had always found her stay here to be somewhat of an olive branch from the South Pole rather than a legit place to train. She was already a competent water bender.
She was in a massive courtyard. People had gathered around to watch her weave the water through the air. She mostly kept to her disciplines, but every now and then she would show off show the crowd something awe inspiring. Now was one of those times. Using nothing but the ice around her, she was creating a small scale model of Republic City. Every street corner, every merchant, they were all there. Not satisfied with this, although the crowd was more than impressed, she expanded. Using the entire courtyard, she made the world itself. Every nation and mountain could be found on this map.
The crowd was in awe. Ice sculptures were nothing new in the North Pole, but this was something extraordinary. It took up perhaps three square blocks, but this was something they would cherish for the rest of time. A true artistic gift from the Avatar! As a way to put her finishing mark on the map, Korra melted the ice that made up the seas. “Ladies and gentlemen,” she said facing the crowd, “I think I’m done for today.”
As she turned back to look at her ice world, a tremendous CRACK could be heard in the distance. At the same time, the Fire Nation portion of the map suddenly looked as if it had been struck by an asteroid. Korra turned to face the sound, when her shoulder exploded into a red mist. That’s when the crowd started screaming. A man stood on the roof of the Temple overlooking the court yard. In his hands was a device that few people had ever seen, and what few had become even more frightened. Korra tried to stand back up when another CRACK resounded throughout the area. This time her leg was pierced clean through. Some water benders in the crowd tried to rush the man, but he blasted them down with terrible efficiency.
Korra tried to drag herself to somewhere, anywhere, but one last shot pierced through her back and into her spine. Her legs stopped moving. Her vision began to blur as the shock settled away and the pain began to flow. ‘Why… What’s happening to me?’ her thoughts became less and less coherent as her blood pooled beneath her. Healers in the crowd tried their best to comfort her, she couldn’t survive this.
The man on top of the roof found himself skewered on an icicle shot from the crowd, a small icicle, but a fatal one nonetheless. “DEATH TO THE OLD ORDER!” He screamed for all to hear. He then slid from the top of the temple and landed with a splat.
Korra’s thoughts became less and less coherent. People were gathered all around her. As her vision began to fade, she could see her past lives. All of them, the vast infinity of the avatar cycle, starred into her. The last thing she ever sensed was a baby crying. Her life had passed, a new one was here. Ironically enough, it is not with Korra’s death that begins the Age of Terror, but rather the birth of Qianfan.

[Myrdraxxis]

I'll redtext it later tonight, after I finish homework and have had my fill of Guild Wars

[Mizagium]

waaaay too fucking short

[TEAM_DERRICK]

I agree. It is too short, but that's why IT'S COLLABORATIVE LOL .

[Monika]

If we all work together, this will be the greatest story ever.

[Mizagium]

I will write some more parts for this after adam is finished

[Myrdraxxis]

I added some more to the beginning, and I'll add more to the ending later. Not a whole lot...but it's a start


~~~~

When the package first arrived, Li had simply stared at it for the better part of an hour. It was the final piece, the only part left in his plan that needed to be prepared. It was also the most critical. When Li had first heard of the device from his contact in the Fire Nation, Li had been skeptical of its ability. It was a prototype, one of the few yet to be created and tested. The fact that he’d managed to get his hands on the device was a miracle in and of itself. The different parts of the mechanical piece had each been created at a different Air Temple and shipped separately through local channels until, through a maze of postal re-directing, had ended here with him. Li felt a small smile tug at the corner of his mouth.

He hoped that it was worth all the trouble that had gone into getting the damned thing here.

Li had spent the next four hours examining each piece, delicately assembling each part as the instructions had shown. He worked with meticulous grace, a gift he’d developed from years of working in his father’s shop. He carefully slid the final piece into place and secured it, standing up and running a hand through his shaggy brown hair. He hadn’t bothered to cut it since he’d arrived in the Northern Water Tribe. His chin itched from the stubble that had been continuously growing there. He’d have a full on beard soon enough, maybe enough to cover up his youthful face.

Li looked down at the L-shaped device with a mixture of curiosity and grim amusement, feeling the cold metal bite into his skin.

He’d be executed for sure. If he even managed to pull this off.

A small part of him quaked in fear for even thinking of attempting this. Li had never been a brave man. Not a coward, but always content to duck out of harm’s way and go the easy route. Well…at least until...

Li shook his head. The time to abort this plan had long since passed. Li steeled himself and stuffed the cold metal device into his cloak and walked to the door of his small room. He could feel the chill biting at him from the other side of the door and swore as he opened the door, letting in a freezing blast of air. He cursed to the snow spirits as he left the house. “Does it always have to be this cold here?” he muttered, stuffing his hands into his coat and walking down the street towards his fate.
-
Korra was honestly just wasting time at this point. Her skills in arts of airbending, firebending, and waterbending could humble any master from any nation, but the boat to her next tutor wouldn’t leave for a good week, so she had nothing better to do than practice and show off. She couldn’t really say that she was going to miss the Northern Water Tribe. She had always found her stay here to be somewhat of an olive branch from the South Pole rather than a legit place to train. She was already a competent water bender.
She was in a massive courtyard. People had gathered around to watch her weave the water through the air. She mostly kept to her disciplines, but every now and then she would show off show the crowd something awe inspiring. Now was one of those times. Using nothing but the ice around her, she was creating a small scale model of Republic City. Every street corner, every merchant, they were all there. Not satisfied with this, although the crowd was more than impressed, she expanded. Using the entire courtyard, she made the world itself. Every nation and mountain could be found on this map.
The crowd was in awe. Ice sculptures were nothing new in the North Pole, but this was something extraordinary. It took up perhaps three square blocks, but this was something they would cherish for the rest of time. A true artistic gift from the Avatar! As a way to put her finishing mark on the map, Korra melted the ice that made up the seas. “Ladies and gentlemen,” she said facing the crowd, “I think I’m done for today.”
As she turned back to look at her ice world, a tremendous CRACK could be heard in the distance. At the same time, the Fire Nation portion of the map suddenly looked as if it had been struck by an asteroid. Korra turned to face the sound, when her shoulder exploded into a red mist. That’s when the crowd started screaming. A man stood on the roof of the Temple overlooking the court yard. In his hands was a device that few people had ever seen, and what few had become even more frightened. Korra tried to stand back up when another CRACK resounded throughout the area. This time her leg was pierced clean through. Some water benders in the crowd tried to rush the man, but he blasted them down with terrible efficiency.
Korra tried to drag herself to somewhere, anywhere, but one last shot pierced through her back and into her spine. Her legs stopped moving. Her vision began to blur as the shock settled away and the pain began to flow. ‘Why… What’s happening to me?’ her thoughts became less and less coherent as her blood pooled beneath her. Healers in the crowd tried their best to comfort her, she couldn’t survive this.
The man on top of the roof found himself skewered on an icicle shot from the crowd, a small icicle, but a fatal one nonetheless. “DEATH TO THE OLD ORDER!” He screamed for all to hear. He then slid from the top of the temple and landed with a splat.
Korra’s thoughts became less and less coherent. People were gathered all around her. As her vision began to fade, she could see her past lives. All of them, the vast infinity of the avatar cycle, starred into her. The last thing she ever sensed was a baby crying. Her life had passed, a new one was here. Ironically enough, it is not with Korra’s death that begins the Age of Terror, but rather the birth of Qianfan.

[Mizagium]

I'll this a crack later, too. Band is almost now

[Major Xeno]

Found this on google when searching Korra


Korra - Avatar Wiki, the Avatar: The Last Airbender resource
avatar.wikia.com/wiki/Korra - Cached - Block all avatar.wikia.com results
Avatar Korra, from the Southern Water Tribe, is the Avatar immediately succeeding Aang. She is a hot.


Continued, it reads hotHEADED, but still. It is a funny.

[TEAM_DERRICK]

Diggin it.