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STATUS: Ever had that moment were you've just lost a battle of wills with your dog and think to yourself, "maybe I should be the one sleeping on the floor"? I have. It's oddly liberating. 8 yrs ago
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Ever had that moment were you've just lost a battle of wills with your dog and think to yourself, "maybe I should be the one sleeping on the floor"? I have. It's oddly liberating.
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9 yrs ago
My Lit Lecturer used Matt Fraction's Hawkeye run to display the effect of narratology in class today. It's the first thing he's spoken about all term that I've actually read.
9 yrs ago
How good is the Punisher in Netflix's Daredevil series? "Just some guys who are about to walk into a diner for the last time." That line is so manly it could make a toddler sprout a beard.
9 yrs ago
The Justice League trailer is giving me mixed emotions. On the one hand, I desperately want to get hyped. On the other, Snyder and co have burnt me too many times in the past. I'm a conflicted mess.
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What? The Lethal Weapon tv show isn't utter garbage at all, instead being an enjoyable watch. What the fuck is the world coming to?
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For all you know I'm handsome as hell. Let's keep it that way.
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How. . . How did she wear a dress in that armour?
My revised Clobo/Clone of Lobo CS
"Its a call for aid. Things must be even more dire than they seem if they're just asking anyone for help." The speaker was Dr Henry Traskion. A head researcher and behavioural psychologist for Cadmus, he and his colleague and superior, an elderly wheelchair bound Dr Emil Hamilton, had just finished listening to the Unlimited protocol message. They stood in a comfortable looking office, located deep within a hidden Cadmus compound just outside of Metropolis city limits.
"It's our way in." Responded Dr Hamilton "Though the mere fact they knew to contact us in our supposedly secret lab gives me cause for concern. Still that's a problem for another day. Please send for Clobo." Henry left the room, obviously a man used to obeying orders. Dr Hamilton rolled his chair across to a large wardrobe, dragging open the doors to retrieve the garments within. Henry returned shortly after, Clobo trailing behind.
"Your looking for me Doc?" Clobo asked, his tone somewhat uncertain. Hamilton felt a wave of disgust build for the alien, but quickly battled it down. How could a creature so powerful be such an apparent weakling. Clobo stood at well over six feet tall, with a powerful build. His midnight black hair and bone white skin made for an imposing look that even his Cadmus issued orange jumpsuit couldn't undo, but his blood red eyes always looked scared and frightful. But he's all I have to work with thought Hamilton.
"Yes Clobo, please listen to this" replied Hamilton, replaying the leagues message. Clobo stayed quiet through the message, his expression thoughtful. When the missive finished he still didn't speak, obviously taking his time to mull over the information within. Stupid alien that he is Hamilton thought to himself. Finally Clobo looked up.
"That message wasn't for Cadmus, was it. It was for me." he stated. Maybe not quite a stupid as Hamilton thought he was.
"Yes Clobo, the message was for you. We would like you to go to the League, to aid them in any way you can. We had this made for you" Dr Hamilton replied, handing the clothes he had taken from the wardrobe to Henry, who carried them over to Clobo. Clobo received them without a word, unfolding and quickly studying them. A pair of black leather combat utility boots with built in knee pads, black tights with the word 'FURIOUS' printed in red up the outside of the legs. A heavy leather thick belt, the type that might be worn by a body builder. Next was a black duster, made of a heavy fabric. Lastly the was two long strips of white cotton, primarily used by fist fighters to tie around their hands.
"But Doc, I ain't a fighter, you know that. And I ain't ready. My strength is still in flux. Sure, I'm powerful right now, but tomorrow I could be as weak as a kitten. . . " Clobo was going to continue but Dr Hamilton held up a finger, gesturing for silence.
"I shall brook no argument on the matter Clobo. You have been a guest on earth, and now the earth is in peril. You are perfectly situated to combat the danger. I cannot make you fight, but I know you will not let us down, not when we need you." Hamilton's argument was clear, concise and well thought out. He had obviously known Clobo wouldn't want to go, so Dr Hamilton had made his arguments long in advance. The alien stared hard at his feet, ashamed at his cowardice.
"Why Furious?" he asked, but still averting his gaze.
"Because Clobo is a ridiculous name. And I think its time you found your fury. Now get dressed. It's long past time you introduced yourself to the world."
Some time later
Some mess you got yourself into now Clobo. The big alien had found the League's base simply enough, but had been stood outside now for almost twenty minutes, afraid of going in. Once he did there would be no going back. Either the league would make him fight, which would be one step closer to becoming the monster that Lobo was, or they would turn him away. Then he'd be forced to leave the planet because Cadmus wouldn't take him back if they failed, but what would he do then? Probably get shot up by some space posse that would mistake him for Lobo. So he stood there in new, uncomfortable clothes unsure of what to do, until another hero, one dressed like a wizard appeared.
Appeared outta nowhere to be precise. Furious near jumped outta his white skin, and it was all he could do not to scream in fright. Good first impression that would make 'oh you wanna join the Justice League eh? Well we seen ya piss yer shiny new breeches outside, so yer out on principal. Can't be having pants wetters in the JL.' The wizard was already entering the building before Furious had got his composure back. Damn if I'm gonna stand here any longer, waiting for something else to scare me to death. Rushing across the street Clobo followed the wizard in, then continued to follow him through the building to the meeting room. A meeting room that was already filled with stern looking super folk in the middle of what looked like a pretty serious meeting. Frakk, first day and your already late. Good going there dumbass Furious thought to himself.
"Urgh. . " he stumbled for words as he stepped outta the wizards shadow "I'm Furious." Great word choice there genius.
"It's our way in." Responded Dr Hamilton "Though the mere fact they knew to contact us in our supposedly secret lab gives me cause for concern. Still that's a problem for another day. Please send for Clobo." Henry left the room, obviously a man used to obeying orders. Dr Hamilton rolled his chair across to a large wardrobe, dragging open the doors to retrieve the garments within. Henry returned shortly after, Clobo trailing behind.
"Your looking for me Doc?" Clobo asked, his tone somewhat uncertain. Hamilton felt a wave of disgust build for the alien, but quickly battled it down. How could a creature so powerful be such an apparent weakling. Clobo stood at well over six feet tall, with a powerful build. His midnight black hair and bone white skin made for an imposing look that even his Cadmus issued orange jumpsuit couldn't undo, but his blood red eyes always looked scared and frightful. But he's all I have to work with thought Hamilton.
"Yes Clobo, please listen to this" replied Hamilton, replaying the leagues message. Clobo stayed quiet through the message, his expression thoughtful. When the missive finished he still didn't speak, obviously taking his time to mull over the information within. Stupid alien that he is Hamilton thought to himself. Finally Clobo looked up.
"That message wasn't for Cadmus, was it. It was for me." he stated. Maybe not quite a stupid as Hamilton thought he was.
"Yes Clobo, the message was for you. We would like you to go to the League, to aid them in any way you can. We had this made for you" Dr Hamilton replied, handing the clothes he had taken from the wardrobe to Henry, who carried them over to Clobo. Clobo received them without a word, unfolding and quickly studying them. A pair of black leather combat utility boots with built in knee pads, black tights with the word 'FURIOUS' printed in red up the outside of the legs. A heavy leather thick belt, the type that might be worn by a body builder. Next was a black duster, made of a heavy fabric. Lastly the was two long strips of white cotton, primarily used by fist fighters to tie around their hands.
"But Doc, I ain't a fighter, you know that. And I ain't ready. My strength is still in flux. Sure, I'm powerful right now, but tomorrow I could be as weak as a kitten. . . " Clobo was going to continue but Dr Hamilton held up a finger, gesturing for silence.
"I shall brook no argument on the matter Clobo. You have been a guest on earth, and now the earth is in peril. You are perfectly situated to combat the danger. I cannot make you fight, but I know you will not let us down, not when we need you." Hamilton's argument was clear, concise and well thought out. He had obviously known Clobo wouldn't want to go, so Dr Hamilton had made his arguments long in advance. The alien stared hard at his feet, ashamed at his cowardice.
"Why Furious?" he asked, but still averting his gaze.
"Because Clobo is a ridiculous name. And I think its time you found your fury. Now get dressed. It's long past time you introduced yourself to the world."
Some time later
Some mess you got yourself into now Clobo. The big alien had found the League's base simply enough, but had been stood outside now for almost twenty minutes, afraid of going in. Once he did there would be no going back. Either the league would make him fight, which would be one step closer to becoming the monster that Lobo was, or they would turn him away. Then he'd be forced to leave the planet because Cadmus wouldn't take him back if they failed, but what would he do then? Probably get shot up by some space posse that would mistake him for Lobo. So he stood there in new, uncomfortable clothes unsure of what to do, until another hero, one dressed like a wizard appeared.
Appeared outta nowhere to be precise. Furious near jumped outta his white skin, and it was all he could do not to scream in fright. Good first impression that would make 'oh you wanna join the Justice League eh? Well we seen ya piss yer shiny new breeches outside, so yer out on principal. Can't be having pants wetters in the JL.' The wizard was already entering the building before Furious had got his composure back. Damn if I'm gonna stand here any longer, waiting for something else to scare me to death. Rushing across the street Clobo followed the wizard in, then continued to follow him through the building to the meeting room. A meeting room that was already filled with stern looking super folk in the middle of what looked like a pretty serious meeting. Frakk, first day and your already late. Good going there dumbass Furious thought to himself.
"Urgh. . " he stumbled for words as he stepped outta the wizards shadow "I'm Furious." Great word choice there genius.
Make him do the female poses though, the ones were no normal persons spine could survive the strain.
Also, I'll hide Fenrir's feet off panel whenever possible.
Also, I'll hide Fenrir's feet off panel whenever possible.
DrewVonAwesome said
Man shit got dark QUICK...
Its like we're back in the nineties. I'm gonna give Fenrir a redesign were he wears useless pouches all over his body, that'll look sweet.
You killed Aquaman! You bastards!
He's not dead Yog. Near the end of the post its revealed the Flash is still very much alive and well. He captures Computron.
SirenSong said
Hats off to BlackSam for the best post, yet!
Thanks SS, but if that's true then I'm sure it'll be topped soon. The quality of this RP is stellar. . . And the brains of team Catdog can surely do better.
ONL said
No worries if you ask me, I think we should get into action as soon as possible and start this mission. I'm eager to see what kind of planet we're exploring and what kind of beings live there. I have plans...big plans!
I think that's everyone going planetside in the hanger now, or at least on their way. Whadda say Jones, time to get this show on the road?!?!
With little else to do in the hanger other than get in folks way, Rane decided to head on down to the training area. He remembered the cyborg girl, Nafi, was gonna go there and he was keen to scout out her fighting style. He heard One-eye throw an insult his way, or at least he thought it was an insult. The officer had a distinct lack of talent when it came to the old one liners, so Rane was never sure when he was being insulted or if One-eye was just making observations. Still, Rane was never one to keep his peace.
"You human's, always feeling such pride at the smallest of accomplishments. It would fill my murderous heart with joy to witness such a backwater species reach such relative greatness, that was if I actually had one, eh?" he had overheard his rival describing him to Val, the newbie. Rane thought saying he had no heart was a bit strong, after all, Canmorians had two hearts! Still, it was nice of him to say he was good in a fight, showed his talents were being appreciated.
Sauntering down the corridors Rane spotted Mylik fiddling around with one of the cameras. He was tempted to backtrack and find another route too the training facility to avoid having to see the Kiaslikian again. But dammit, why should I, I was here first! He should be trying to ignore me! Maybe I should even educate him a little about life on this ship! Filled with resolve he began to stomp towards Mylik.
"What the hell are you doing with that camera!" he growled, fiercer than he intended, but quickly deciding feroicty might be the right avenue here. "Put it back. Now. You want to know about the security systems on this ship, and I'm going to fucking show you." Rane was aware he was using alotta human swear words, but he wasn't sure if Mylik knew any Canmorian curses, and he was damn certain he didn't know any Kiaslikian ones. Come to think about it, if they were all as wet as Mylik looked then they probably didn't have any.
"You better be in the training area in two minutes. You don't want me coming looking for you."He didn't even wait for Mylik to finish putting the camera away, just started marching down the halls again. It seemed harsh, but Rane was sure it was the right way to do things. He didn't think Mylik had the stones to oppose him, but he aimed to change that. The Marauders were a dangerous bunch, and came up against dangerous situations. If Mylik was feared of talking about a little bloodshed then he would never handle life aboard this ship. More than likely he'd end up just another dead recruit. Rane was under no illusions that a trip to the training centre would have a drastic change in that, but maybe it would give the Newbie a heads up of the brutality to expect from life here.
He entered the training room. If he was in the canteen or sleeping on his favourite couch then he was usually here, breaking stuff. He was happy to see that Nafi was indeed here, practicing with a sparring bot in the centre ring. Crossing the room he relaxed carelessly against the rings top rope, keen to see the cyborgs style. Lets see how good you are.
"You human's, always feeling such pride at the smallest of accomplishments. It would fill my murderous heart with joy to witness such a backwater species reach such relative greatness, that was if I actually had one, eh?" he had overheard his rival describing him to Val, the newbie. Rane thought saying he had no heart was a bit strong, after all, Canmorians had two hearts! Still, it was nice of him to say he was good in a fight, showed his talents were being appreciated.
Sauntering down the corridors Rane spotted Mylik fiddling around with one of the cameras. He was tempted to backtrack and find another route too the training facility to avoid having to see the Kiaslikian again. But dammit, why should I, I was here first! He should be trying to ignore me! Maybe I should even educate him a little about life on this ship! Filled with resolve he began to stomp towards Mylik.
"What the hell are you doing with that camera!" he growled, fiercer than he intended, but quickly deciding feroicty might be the right avenue here. "Put it back. Now. You want to know about the security systems on this ship, and I'm going to fucking show you." Rane was aware he was using alotta human swear words, but he wasn't sure if Mylik knew any Canmorian curses, and he was damn certain he didn't know any Kiaslikian ones. Come to think about it, if they were all as wet as Mylik looked then they probably didn't have any.
"You better be in the training area in two minutes. You don't want me coming looking for you."He didn't even wait for Mylik to finish putting the camera away, just started marching down the halls again. It seemed harsh, but Rane was sure it was the right way to do things. He didn't think Mylik had the stones to oppose him, but he aimed to change that. The Marauders were a dangerous bunch, and came up against dangerous situations. If Mylik was feared of talking about a little bloodshed then he would never handle life aboard this ship. More than likely he'd end up just another dead recruit. Rane was under no illusions that a trip to the training centre would have a drastic change in that, but maybe it would give the Newbie a heads up of the brutality to expect from life here.
He entered the training room. If he was in the canteen or sleeping on his favourite couch then he was usually here, breaking stuff. He was happy to see that Nafi was indeed here, practicing with a sparring bot in the centre ring. Crossing the room he relaxed carelessly against the rings top rope, keen to see the cyborgs style. Lets see how good you are.
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