@Wraithblade6 I suppose that's fair enough. If you like, you can have Xepherial get caught up in the Genestealer horde attacking him and Ga'duk, or what have you Never mind, you already did a thing. As far as getting a post out goes on my end, I'm thinking I'll get that sorted out tomorrow. Stay tuned, @Sophrus.
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Euh. It's been a hot minute. Things are rather different for me now, and I don't know how that translates to my presence here.
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I don't *think* I'm a bad person. I might be wrong there. I try not to be, even when I screw it up for want of social awareness.
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Hello, I am me from the internet. I migrated here from Kongregate's Forum Games Forum, so feel free to look for me there if you wish to follow a career in internet stalking people. (ಠ_ಠ) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
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“I really don’t follow how your faith believes its perfectly acceptable to doom 4,000 years plus of sentient beings, on a pre-set path of no escape from sin, just so their descendants can be offered the ‘chance of salvation’ when the god murders its own son.”
~vikaTae
“Don’t be an ass or a pussy, ’lest you get screwed by life. Being a mouth or a hand is somewhat safer, and an eye socket is pretty much sacred in this regard, so always keep a look out.”
~BCLEGENDS
A link to some of my past characters, which I need because static tabs do not take up internet.
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“I really don’t follow how your faith believes its perfectly acceptable to doom 4,000 years plus of sentient beings, on a pre-set path of no escape from sin, just so their descendants can be offered the ‘chance of salvation’ when the god murders its own son.”
~vikaTae
“Don’t be an ass or a pussy, ’lest you get screwed by life. Being a mouth or a hand is somewhat safer, and an eye socket is pretty much sacred in this regard, so always keep a look out.”
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...nnnaaaaah, you were too busy doing Jedi things to lose your virginity. Unless "virgin killer" is taken to literally mean that you murder virgins with your green laser sword, it's a misnomer.
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I'm 90% sure you're still a virgin, Luke, at least at this point in your life. Get up on out of here with your fake sex appeal.
'Just doin' my job, ma'am,' Dale offered in response to the Louise's thanks. He wasn't quite sure what she meant about homoerotic undertones, but then he'd never really played any sort of ball game, either before the Schola Progenium or whilst in training for the Commissariat. Arguably, he was still in training, but that was beside the point. The point being, Orks. Goddamn Orks, ruining every location they show up at and infesting the area with their spores...
But, other than that, it sounded like the Guard would have a lot of backup, both from the Adepta Sororitas (or "Bolter Bitches" as they were called on Texanis - and in fairness, that wasn't a wholly inaccurate description of many of their number, but woe betide whoever said so to their faces) and none other than the Rangers, and hoooo-nelly, wouldn't that just improve everyone's survivability several times over? Any Space Marine was worth their weight in gold, and the Rangers in particular would make damn sure their own men wouldn't die needlessly. He couldn't help but smile as he shed a small tear of patriotic pride for the boys in tan power armour, though he quickly wiped it away after the fact. They still had a lot to cover, and this one was a doozy.
'Alright, 'boys and 'girls, settle down now,' he uttered as he sat down next to the Louise, working to get at least his squad quieted before he could give out yet more sage advice on how to kill the alien. 'The big green bastards have their own set a nasty bullshit we gotta talk about, totally separate from the blue space Commies... namely the fact that they're big green bastards, and about as strong as they come. I know for a fact that the, uh, the Primer's a little, ahem, out'a date on that topic,' he stated, hoping not to alert the less intelligent, more easily shook members of the squad to the fact that it was actually completely wrong, seemingly on purpose, at least on the topic of greenskins: true, they were somewhat clumsy, but that hardly mattered when they were able to cave your entire body in with the ease of a sledgehammer, and the speed of a different but somewhat faster sledgehammer.
'So, basically, all you gotta know is that they're the opposite of the Tau: they're nasty up close, so you don't get into close combat with 'em. Instead, ya pop 'em from a distance, or let the Rangers and Bitches deal with 'em. Their guns are basically garbage they clobbered together, and the bark on those things is way worse than their bite.' Again, all technically true, but that didn't mean that bite wasn't powerful nasty... it was more that, whilst able to blow a hole through your liver just as keenly as any other weapon, any given Ork gun was very unlikely to sink its teeth into you specifically out of so many other Guardsmen, with how absurdly inaccurate most Orks were. Well, the solid projectiles, anyway... he couldn't say for any energy weapons they had, for he'd never encountered them nor had the lack of common sense to ask about them in training, but he was sure they sucked just as hard.
But, other than that, it sounded like the Guard would have a lot of backup, both from the Adepta Sororitas (or "Bolter Bitches" as they were called on Texanis - and in fairness, that wasn't a wholly inaccurate description of many of their number, but woe betide whoever said so to their faces) and none other than the Rangers, and hoooo-nelly, wouldn't that just improve everyone's survivability several times over? Any Space Marine was worth their weight in gold, and the Rangers in particular would make damn sure their own men wouldn't die needlessly. He couldn't help but smile as he shed a small tear of patriotic pride for the boys in tan power armour, though he quickly wiped it away after the fact. They still had a lot to cover, and this one was a doozy.
'Alright, 'boys and 'girls, settle down now,' he uttered as he sat down next to the Louise, working to get at least his squad quieted before he could give out yet more sage advice on how to kill the alien. 'The big green bastards have their own set a nasty bullshit we gotta talk about, totally separate from the blue space Commies... namely the fact that they're big green bastards, and about as strong as they come. I know for a fact that the, uh, the Primer's a little, ahem, out'a date on that topic,' he stated, hoping not to alert the less intelligent, more easily shook members of the squad to the fact that it was actually completely wrong, seemingly on purpose, at least on the topic of greenskins: true, they were somewhat clumsy, but that hardly mattered when they were able to cave your entire body in with the ease of a sledgehammer, and the speed of a different but somewhat faster sledgehammer.
'So, basically, all you gotta know is that they're the opposite of the Tau: they're nasty up close, so you don't get into close combat with 'em. Instead, ya pop 'em from a distance, or let the Rangers and Bitches deal with 'em. Their guns are basically garbage they clobbered together, and the bark on those things is way worse than their bite.' Again, all technically true, but that didn't mean that bite wasn't powerful nasty... it was more that, whilst able to blow a hole through your liver just as keenly as any other weapon, any given Ork gun was very unlikely to sink its teeth into you specifically out of so many other Guardsmen, with how absurdly inaccurate most Orks were. Well, the solid projectiles, anyway... he couldn't say for any energy weapons they had, for he'd never encountered them nor had the lack of common sense to ask about them in training, but he was sure they sucked just as hard.
@FantasyChic Faeries and werewolves can produce children with Shadowhunters, and the resulting offspring will essentially be a Shadowhunter, but will possess certain traits of the Downworlder parent's race, such as pointed ears for faeries or more prominent teeth for werewolves; a faerie's child with a human will be half-faerie, whilst a werewolf's child with either human or werewolf may or may not be a lycanthrope themselves, but even if not will possess a dormant version of the lycanthrope virus that grants them enhanced strength and speed and the option to pass on the virus, but not to become wolves themselves. Warlocks are infertile due to being a hybrid of human and demon- and that may have something to do with the natural demonic tendency towards destruction rather than creation, but that's just me theorising over here- and vampires can't pass on their genes due to being dead, though they can "breed" in a sense by turning other humans or Shadowhunters.
Some exceptions to normal breeding rules do exist, however, under special circumstances, as discussed in the interest check, and if you wish to go over something along those lines feel free to PM the GMs.
Some exceptions to normal breeding rules do exist, however, under special circumstances, as discussed in the interest check, and if you wish to go over something along those lines feel free to PM the GMs.
@Rockette And I am looking forward to seeing what you have developed.
@Turbowraith You're the last guy for this posting cycle, fella.
'Heh. Skinny fucker knows what I like,' Deprave muttered to himself with a smirk as he gave his new weapon a once over. Not that he knew how much use it would see, but he'd needed Blackgore for Nefas, after all. And a broadsword was certainly a change from the usual fare - he wasn't quite sure when swords had started showing up in Hell, but he knew this particular style was very common by the time he'd broken free of his torture, although exponentially less so in recent years, though they admittedly held an edge far better than any normal macuahuitl. Nonetheless, he liked the name on the sheath as a name for the weapon, so that'd be what it was called.
As he found a place to attach it, just beneath the shotgun on his left hip as it happened, he heard the runt Toby- now with a brand new robotic arm, funnily enough- ask what they'd be doing when they got to Earth, and promptly grinned like a lunatic. 'You know full well what I'm doing, brat. But, since you ask,' he continued to boast, 'I intend to conquer the entire planet, me and my army both, and thus forge my empire anew, eternal and glorious in equal measure!' Well, glorious for him, at least, and maybe some of the people in his inner circle. For everyone else, it'd suck, because why the fuck shouldn't it? The powerful would thrive, and the subservient would suffer, much like in Hell before nearly everybody turned into cowards.
Still, it was at least polite to pretend it'd be good fun for all and sundry. There were attractive women in probable earshot, and at least one of them had been eyeing him up earlier. He might be able to get on her good side, only to tear her to literal shreds later... oh, that would be sweet. Speaking of which, now was probably a good time to capitalise on that: as the van started moving off, Deprave made his way toward the front, stepping over the massive crab-monster on the floor as he moved to just behind the two demons, gripping the back of both seats as he leaned forward to look at them both.
'So, ladies,' he began with a grin that was probably pleasant in some sense of the word, 'what do you think about everyone so far? What's your view on them, so to speak?' The emphasis was deliberate, and rather aimed at Betty specifically; if it was his muscles she liked, it was his muscles she'd get, and if he was lucky, that was as far as she'd look. Actually, if he was lucky, he'd greatly interest Weaver with them too, but she seemed a bit more focused on other things. For now. Still, it was hard not to imagine all the ways she could bend if she wanted, and all the ways he could make her bend if he had the opportunity... he reminded himself to focus on reaching the goal first, and awaited the demonesses' respective responses.
As he found a place to attach it, just beneath the shotgun on his left hip as it happened, he heard the runt Toby- now with a brand new robotic arm, funnily enough- ask what they'd be doing when they got to Earth, and promptly grinned like a lunatic. 'You know full well what I'm doing, brat. But, since you ask,' he continued to boast, 'I intend to conquer the entire planet, me and my army both, and thus forge my empire anew, eternal and glorious in equal measure!' Well, glorious for him, at least, and maybe some of the people in his inner circle. For everyone else, it'd suck, because why the fuck shouldn't it? The powerful would thrive, and the subservient would suffer, much like in Hell before nearly everybody turned into cowards.
Still, it was at least polite to pretend it'd be good fun for all and sundry. There were attractive women in probable earshot, and at least one of them had been eyeing him up earlier. He might be able to get on her good side, only to tear her to literal shreds later... oh, that would be sweet. Speaking of which, now was probably a good time to capitalise on that: as the van started moving off, Deprave made his way toward the front, stepping over the massive crab-monster on the floor as he moved to just behind the two demons, gripping the back of both seats as he leaned forward to look at them both.
'So, ladies,' he began with a grin that was probably pleasant in some sense of the word, 'what do you think about everyone so far? What's your view on them, so to speak?' The emphasis was deliberate, and rather aimed at Betty specifically; if it was his muscles she liked, it was his muscles she'd get, and if he was lucky, that was as far as she'd look. Actually, if he was lucky, he'd greatly interest Weaver with them too, but she seemed a bit more focused on other things. For now. Still, it was hard not to imagine all the ways she could bend if she wanted, and all the ways he could make her bend if he had the opportunity... he reminded himself to focus on reaching the goal first, and awaited the demonesses' respective responses.
@Jollan Well, for comparison's sake, Allard is about 6'3", whilst Nuva is, converting from centimeters, roughly 7'3". So, uh, you tell me who's taller, brah. And who lifts harder, brah.
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