Sorry, I was calling the Origins movie the Wolverine movie long before the sequel came out. I call that one Wolverine II. As I was saying that particular muck-up was just my favourite, there's tons more continuity problems.
Here's just a few of them:
http://io9.com/5966264/8-ways-x-men-movie-continuity-is-irretrievably-fucked
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The physics varies Depends on what part of the extended universe you're reading :)
I prefer the original. The plastic armour of the stormtroopers mostly keeps you alive when you get hit by a blaster but disables you. Heavy armour made of durasteel takes a few hits but melts and weakens with each hit and there's no way of knowing how many hits you can take beyond the first.
When it comes to Beskar'Gam, the legendary Mandalorian metal the effectiveness of the metal varies from what I listed above to making one utterly invulnerable and really, who wants an invulnerable protagonist?
I prefer the original. The plastic armour of the stormtroopers mostly keeps you alive when you get hit by a blaster but disables you. Heavy armour made of durasteel takes a few hits but melts and weakens with each hit and there's no way of knowing how many hits you can take beyond the first.
When it comes to Beskar'Gam, the legendary Mandalorian metal the effectiveness of the metal varies from what I listed above to making one utterly invulnerable and really, who wants an invulnerable protagonist?
I"m merely pointing out that there are other methods to consider depending on the situation. I've been playing on forums since before there was an internet. Another method, if everyone is playing in the same thread is to using "red ink" for SIth and "Blue Ink" for Jedi. Unfortunately, I don't think roleplayerguild has restored coloured text yet...
I should remind you all that while Star Wars plate armour may stop one or two blaster hits, those wearing them aren't invincible. They also, afterwards, need repairs that cost hundreds of credits. One may wish to take cover simply to protect their wallets if not their lives.
"Yes. Know your tongue. Not well. Speak better Hutt," the mostly naked Twi'lek replied. "Maybe give jewel next time? No get shoot at?"
The green skinned twi'lek gestured to one of the many ornaments that she bore to appease the eyes of her former Hutt master, Teemo. They may not have been enough to purchase a planet, just a few thousand credits but that would be enough to cover most sundry expenses for a short while or some bribes. That is, if they didn't rely upon it too much.
"No like being shoot at." she added, "prefer hidey sneak stab stab."
The green skinned twi'lek gestured to one of the many ornaments that she bore to appease the eyes of her former Hutt master, Teemo. They may not have been enough to purchase a planet, just a few thousand credits but that would be enough to cover most sundry expenses for a short while or some bribes. That is, if they didn't rely upon it too much.
"No like being shoot at." she added, "prefer hidey sneak stab stab."
Fox has always played fast and loose with continuity. My personal favourite is Emma Frost showing up in "The Wolverine" and she's something like twelve years old in the 1980's. Then she appears again during the Cuba Missile Crisis and... she's a full grown adult?
Sarah suppressed a gasp as Laura pulled the corpse up and lugged it over her shoulder. She'd completely forgotten how strong Laura was, a testament both to her genetic heritage and her supreme physical training. Draped over Laura's shoulder with arms and legs dangling, Sarah bit her lip when Laura adjusted her burden, placing a hand upon her buttocks to steady her. Then she took a running leap at a wall and bounded up using her claws as pitons. Sarah was bounced mercilessly.
Goddamn Laura was so hot right now... Sarah couldn't help but feel flushed. Laura's long black hair, which Sarah almost had a mouthful of, smelled simply wonderful. A girl as pretty as Laura but with all the mannerisms of a guy and a guy's strength to boot. Sarah could just melt into that.
Blushing hotly, Sarah realized that Laura might be able to smell what she was thinking. First the arousal and now the fear that came with it, the fear of being discovered. Being set down was even more terrifying. What Laura had smelled? What might she discern looking into Sarah's eyes? She was almost relieved when Laura asked a seemingly innocuous question.
"No idea at all," Sarah admitted, "Taki's not finished this thing yet. He's planning on marketing this thing when VR tech hits the mainstream. He meant this thing to be persistent...so maybe there is no coming back?"
Sarah paused a moment, thinking. Finding it difficult with Laura hovering over her so closely, almost protectively. Laura could probably ravish her and there wasn't a damn thing Sarah would be able to do to stop her.
"Uh... Whatever. Let's take you to something that is finished," Sarah said after several moments. "something I think you'd enjoy
"Danger Room. Set character status of Assallya Kressair to Dead, save and end. Boot up the Assassin's Creed program aboard the Ebon Raptor."
There was a wash of colour as and Sarah closed her eyes. The Danger Room changing programs was like washing away the world and replacing it with something new. It sometimes made her stomach queasy. In mere moments they world rearranged itself and became the aft castle of a ship, complete with wheel. It was a medium sized vessel,
a brig, with the speed of a schooner and the firepower of the much larger frigate.
Almost dancing over the wooden planks on her bare feet Sarah caressed the wheel and realized she wasn't quite in the right costume. That was in her duffle bag. Oh well. The programmed sailors wouldn't be able to tell the difference. The false wind stirred her loose tresses but she couldn't quite feel the spray of water on her face. No, there was no real water about.
"This is my baby," Sarah said as she approached the railing next to wheel and looked out across the deck, "the Ebon Raptor. She's a brig, not a brigantine- that's something else- and with her I plunder the Mediterranean. This thing's not like the other. There's no real story save what we make. Some of the other rookies and even some students are running around. If you are killed, by either an NPC or another player you just start all over again. I started out with nothing, stole a small ship and took larger and larger ships until I got this one. Then I started adding guns and armour until it's what you see now.
"This is the one you should play. You board ships, slash about with a holographic sword, kill NPCs and other players and take their stuff. It's as simple as that but it's also training."
Goddamn Laura was so hot right now... Sarah couldn't help but feel flushed. Laura's long black hair, which Sarah almost had a mouthful of, smelled simply wonderful. A girl as pretty as Laura but with all the mannerisms of a guy and a guy's strength to boot. Sarah could just melt into that.
Blushing hotly, Sarah realized that Laura might be able to smell what she was thinking. First the arousal and now the fear that came with it, the fear of being discovered. Being set down was even more terrifying. What Laura had smelled? What might she discern looking into Sarah's eyes? She was almost relieved when Laura asked a seemingly innocuous question.
"No idea at all," Sarah admitted, "Taki's not finished this thing yet. He's planning on marketing this thing when VR tech hits the mainstream. He meant this thing to be persistent...so maybe there is no coming back?"
Sarah paused a moment, thinking. Finding it difficult with Laura hovering over her so closely, almost protectively. Laura could probably ravish her and there wasn't a damn thing Sarah would be able to do to stop her.
"Uh... Whatever. Let's take you to something that is finished," Sarah said after several moments. "something I think you'd enjoy
"Danger Room. Set character status of Assallya Kressair to Dead, save and end. Boot up the Assassin's Creed program aboard the Ebon Raptor."
There was a wash of colour as and Sarah closed her eyes. The Danger Room changing programs was like washing away the world and replacing it with something new. It sometimes made her stomach queasy. In mere moments they world rearranged itself and became the aft castle of a ship, complete with wheel. It was a medium sized vessel,
a brig, with the speed of a schooner and the firepower of the much larger frigate.
Almost dancing over the wooden planks on her bare feet Sarah caressed the wheel and realized she wasn't quite in the right costume. That was in her duffle bag. Oh well. The programmed sailors wouldn't be able to tell the difference. The false wind stirred her loose tresses but she couldn't quite feel the spray of water on her face. No, there was no real water about.
"This is my baby," Sarah said as she approached the railing next to wheel and looked out across the deck, "the Ebon Raptor. She's a brig, not a brigantine- that's something else- and with her I plunder the Mediterranean. This thing's not like the other. There's no real story save what we make. Some of the other rookies and even some students are running around. If you are killed, by either an NPC or another player you just start all over again. I started out with nothing, stole a small ship and took larger and larger ships until I got this one. Then I started adding guns and armour until it's what you see now.
"This is the one you should play. You board ships, slash about with a holographic sword, kill NPCs and other players and take their stuff. It's as simple as that but it's also training."
Oh, you have several options depending on circumstances. One is the "guest star" method where the one character goes over. Another involves using PMs. Another possibility is a third thread. It all depends on your needs.
Hmmm.... Go figure. I can never go to sleep right after work. I'm too keyed up.
Maybe we can just assume the current goings on take place the next morning or something...
Maybe we can just assume the current goings on take place the next morning or something...
As far as I know nobody has gone to sleep yet... they just stopped posting...
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