Antarctic Termite

Day in the work life of Taaj

Human organs
Human irises
Manufactured goods
The fucking ocean
THE MOTHER FUCKING SKY

how does this woman survive

This Star Wars detail just blew my fucking mind

Worthwhile musical quirk aside, this thread confirmed to me that my Youtube player is malfunctioning.

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Boop! Twitch the rat has arrived.

Considering what Ba'al and Sorin are like, it would be fun to have made Vel'Koz a character instead just to laugh at three high-power dimension-travelling wiseasses interacting with each other.

Twitch's using one of his duedly murderbolts right now because he's pissed and hasn't yet realised exactly how short he is on them.

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Pain returned before senses and smell returned before sight. Jammed between a boulder and a cliff, Twitch's bracer was pressing uncomfortably into his chest, his arm stuck awkwardly under his body. A bruise pinched familiarly on his tail. Beyond that and his mood, the rat was unharmed. Wiggle, wiggle; Air began flowing into Twitch's nose again, sorting itself into scents. Too few scents. There was ozone, long familiar from Zaun's risky technological endeavors, giving for the briefest instant the illusion that he was still where he remembered. His eyes started wildly open when it wore off, the boulder pressing intimately close to his face. There was a "Hu-hoh" vocalisation of shock as he began to squirm. Odours continued to pour into his head. Rock dust, predominantly. A similarity, vague, far away, to the trees of Summoner's Rift. Thin air. A still-dispersing whiff, weird and distinct, like a broken Nexus, like rifts from a Void champion. That trace of distortion was ominous above all else. Only dimensional faults ever left something like that.

Lack of room was never an obstacle to Twitch's movement and it didn't prove to be now. Wiggling his spine, pressing against the rock, he rose upwards, but not far. Tight spaces could be reckoned, monitored. Open air less so. Foreign open air not at all. Twitch ran his fingers over his kit, sensing his quivers, his flasks, his bow. He was safe, it seemed, only because his weaponry had absorbed an impact; Countless bolts were broken or missing, mostly his prized piercing ammo. Plenty of sharp and noxious objects presumably lying at the bottom of the crevasse, useless to him. The sight of a shattered poison vial on his crossbow incited a growl equally disdainful and furious. Killing someone now would be immensely satisfying. At least his adhesive flasks remained intact for that purpose.

There was nothing left to do but emerge. Deftly reassembling his bow, he nocked one of his deadlier bolts, desiring nothing more than to impale the first thing he encountered. As he crawled upwards, his phobia of being caught without buckets of ammunition tapped him on the shoulder, whispered gently how imprudent he was being with his limited supplies. His anger overcame his caution.

Twitch's head poked out of the stone, momentarily taking in the vast, godforsaken blight of a mountainside, the bright light of the sun, the distant woods. The glance was cut short by a streak of electricity blazing nearby, exploding in his ears, leaving a fresh wisp of ozone. Twitch's head darted back, watching upwards, waiting to shoot into the face of anything looking down. Nothing came. Straining his ears as soon as they stopped ringing, he tried to identify sounds. The breeze was against him, but... The League quickly teaches its champions what a battle sounds like.

Adrenaline flowed. Hopping momentarily from his shelter, Twitch watched for the sound, saw three men drawing swords at a glowing cloud too bright for his unaccustomed eyes to distinguish. It had indistinct feet and a tail and a hum of electricity and a million insect wings.

"Cut out that awful light!" Screamed Twitch to the heavens, firing the toxic weapon somewhere into the center of the cloud.

How do you sit on your computer chair?

Always on a bed. Right now I'm lean awkwardly on my wall with my shoulder, supporting my weight with my other elbow and tilting my head to see upright while my legs fold somewhere over the opposite side of the bed. When maintaining better posture, straight back against a cushion, legs folded or straight forwards with my computer in my lap (hence, 'laptop').

I had sushi for the first time tonight

idlehands said Don't eat the guacamole they serve with it, it's fucking hot.

Unless it's fast food sushi in a cheap plastic container in which the wasabi is weak enough to be eaten straight out of the packet it comes in. Disappointing.

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Done, with crossbow and all.

Who let all these plants survive?

Name: Twitch.

Universe: League of Legends.

Appearance: As quoted by an NPC, "IT LOOKED LIKE A GIANT GODSDAMN RAT! ...WITH A CROSSBOW! [...] YOU'RE NOT LISTENING! IT'S A HOMICIDAL, PSYCHOPATHIC, GIANT FREAKING RAT! IN A WAISTCOAT!" In-game art can be seen here. You can peruse an animated model of his creepy wiggling here.

Personality: Mocking, rude and gross. Twitch cares little for anyone but himself and laughs regularly at petty jokes and grievances. A kind of vaguely malicious whimsy accompanies most of his interactions. Twitch is particularly selfish concerning possessions, nicking and hoarding anything he fancies and quite resistant to having it taken away, although left to his own devices Twitch is liable to grow bored of his trinkets and abandon them. The taking or damaging of his alchemical projects tend to illicit a similar but more violent reaction. Spontaneous bursts of paranoia sometimes lower his mood into something resembling aggression, but his suspicion of others is usually quite subdued. Being shamelessly disgusting is Twitch's full-time occupation, and he takes quite some pride in activities like collecting toenails and licking various objects. Although he is completely fearless of disease and poisoning, Twitch is disdainful of sunlight, plants and anything clean. Accustomed to teamwork from his employment in the League of Legends under the Council of Zaun, Twitch has in recent years become more open to the idea of allying with others for his own benefit.

Skills: Twitch is an accomplished sneak. Very flexible and quite strong, he can maneuver quickly and silently through cramped, dark, cold, or otherwise hostile spaces, and disassemble his crossbow to follow. Climbing, swimming and hopping are all skills he uses to get around. The rat does need to be careful of giving his presence away to his more alert victims through his smell, however, and his size lends itself to poor stamina. Once he reveals his presence, usually with exclamations of glee, Twitch proves himself a formidable marksman, specialising in close, crowded, hectic skirmishes. Though his eyesight and chosen weapon are poor for distanced sniping, he supplements them with keen hearing and smell in short range. Twitch's body is a deliberate Petri dish of every kind of parasite and pestilence. While most of these don't last long outside of the virulent hive of Twitch's body, he has no hesitations about weaponising this trait, using his bodily fluids to encourage infection; Any wound he has scratched, spit or sneezed in should be very carefully cleaned to prevent gangrene. On a related note, Twitch is a peculiarly talented alchemist of organic substances, improvising dubiously functional fluids from any materials he may find.

Brief Bio: Zaun is a city where magic and technology run unrestrained by law and ethics, where strange people hiding under thick smog produce stranger creations, in purpose or by accident. Twitch represents a case of the latter. Zaun's labyrinthine streets overlay an even more grimly mysterious world of tunnels and pipes. The collective runoff from rampant experimentation pools in the sewers, and at some point in the past a rat suffered a scientifically unprecedented mutation somewhere in the depths. Whether Twitch is this rat or its offspring is unknown, but there is no creature quite like him in all of Valoran*. As Twitch grew in size and intelligence in the drainways, he claimed Zaun's underground as his territory, constructing hovels and makeshift laboratories in the pipes. Twitch became the inspiration for a kind of folktale among those who could find work no-where else but the pipes; A figment of the imagination to be feared when alone in the dark. The passing years saw Twitch become bolder and more ambitious, culminating in an event in which he ransacked a chemical laboratory for pumping large quantities of waste out of the sewers. Its personnel were killed and its structure damaged until it collapsed along with the tunnels riddling its foundations. Finally on the map of Zaun's dysfunctional law enforcement, Twitch chose to make his existence uncharacteristically official when he offered his destructive potential to the ruling powers of Zaun, who gladly turned a blind eye to his murders in exchange for a new political tool to use in the Fields of Justice- A collection of arenas within which champions fought to represent factions as opposed to allowing open war. Twitch had his own ulterior motives- With the support he gained from the Council of Zaun, he intended to replicate the circumstances of his own mysterious creation.
Chemical oddities, however, are not the only failed experiments to occur in Zaun. Unregulated magic is a considerable threat to public safety, and the no amount of science can perfectly predict the reactions of Valoran's unstable magic to an experiment. Twitch had no way to see in advance the dimensional landslip that caught Zaun in its grasp and dragged it kicking and screaming down into Crossover City, scattering many of its inhabitants. Far separated from his projects and with no knowledge of where he was, Twitch has no choice but to find assistance from other stranded individuals in returning to his home.

Equipment: A crossbow of fine craftsmanship but visible wear. A quiver containing 17 barbed bolts. A second quiver containing 6 larger, custom bolts designed to fly with the speed and range required to pierce a victim and deliver a potent localised dose of flesh-rotting miasma into the muscle surrounding a wound; These bolts are not reusable and require formidable skill to produce. 2 glass flasks of an adhesive fluid with a deeply nauseating stench, designed for throwing at a fleeing target; Given a bottle and sufficient time to gather ingredients, brew and ferment, Twitch can produce these himself. A pair of goggles to protect his eyes from damage and sunlight. A waistcoat with a handful of 'ingredients' jumbled messily in its pockets. A romance novel and crayon for making crude edits to said romance novel. An extended family of lice which, like all his other parasites, Twitch is on very good terms with.

Others: In-game and prior to the roleplay, Twitch's crossbow was once fitted with a vial which tips fired bolts with whatever liquid he could find to put in it. This mechanism is now broken; however, if Twitch can find a well-equiped bowyer and overcome his paranoia to trust them with his precious weapon, it can be repaired.

*Don't tell Rammus we said that, though. Or Rengar, or Alistar, or Renekton or Warwick or Volibear or the rest of the rather sizable proportion of the League of Legends playable character list that are sapient animals.

I think the only things to note here are that Twitch is not an antagonist; He won't get affection from other characters but he's smart enough not to turn on them, or abandon them while he remains stranded. The six poisoned bolts are there to last him the entire roleplay, so he won't be using them outside of boss fights or if he gets himself into an extremely tight spot. As for alchemy, its main application might be to grudgingly prevent infection in an ally or produce something like bait or fuel.

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Grey Star said True, but it can be dodged in the first place. A psychic force acting inside upon your body is much harder to dodge IC since no one knows where it's going to happen except around the cat's vicinity. And even then you can't exactly minimize the influence under normal circumstances either. You should choose a different character if you have other choices.

I think this must've been a product of me explaining something badly because the key to the ability is the cat coming into contact (compare with the impact of a weapon) and the effect accumulating as he repeats the action (compare to the injury from a weapon). I don't think this is discussion is going anywhere, so sure, I'll toss Pablo into the dirt mound and see if I can adapt a League character. Possibly Hecarim, though he doesn't have as much of a personality/backstory and we already have a skeleton hell rider.

...How fond are you of crossbows?

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noot noot still watching, but waiting on an explanation of a perceived balance issue in the Judge before I can join. .-.