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It seems today, that all you see,
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Remember the indigenous people of the Americas today.
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Critical Role? More like Crunchical Hole, haha. But yes, it's pretty uh... well, the Mercer Effect exists for the same reason people think porn is an accurate depiction of sex.
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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 ͡°)
A link to some of my past characters, which I need because static tabs do not take up internet.
“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.”
~BCLEGENDS
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Forum: Advanced Roleplay
I figure it'd be too much to ask to play as Lucius in two RPs simultaneously. That, and I should stretch my writing skills out just a little bit further, right? So, I'll see what I come up with.
@POOHEAD189 Oh, right, that's true. Well then, uh, thank you, and sorry if I sounded, you know, pushy or whatever.
@POOHEAD189 Well, I imagine there probably are Chaos-aligned dragon ogres, but only in the sense that there are also Chaos-aligned regular ogres - relatively rare, thanks to their typical resistance to Chaotic influence and general prior allegiance to their tribe and the Great Maw, and even rarer beyond that when one considers that the average dragon ogre also holds allegiance with the Magma Maw strongly enough that they'd consider performing a ritual to fuse themselves with an actual dragon just to gain further blessings from it.
(What I'm subtly hinting at here is, please read my character sheet, specifically the parts regarding Dragon Ogres, Shaggoths, and Krakanrok the Black. That's importent.)
(What I'm subtly hinting at here is, please read my character sheet, specifically the parts regarding Dragon Ogres, Shaggoths, and Krakanrok the Black. That's importent.)
Alessa Heather: PRT Headquarters
'Just be awesome. There's nothing you can't accomplish as long as you're awesome enough.' Well, aside from far too many things for Alessa to consider for the time being, but right now, she had an interrogation to work at. Diplomacy, as Ira put it, was the present name of the game, and she could certainly do her best to get on the prisoner's good side.
The bizarre sensation of something vanishing within her overtook her again, indicating that her powers were nullified, and presumably affected both Lyn and Elliot as well. And Love Craft, of course. Other than that, the interrogation was on; Ira started the proceedings by telling the prisoner what had happened, and how they'd appreciate it if they cooperated, and Alessa promptly gave her own input: 'If you tell us everything you know about your allies, we might be able to see about getting your sentence reduced somewhat from what is otherwise inevitable. No hurry, of course, but we're trying to save lives here.'
Raymond Haywood: Icehouse Hideout
Hmph. Of course there were more setbacks. And he'd rather been looking forward to seeing what Arsenal could do, at that. Moreover, this meant he had to introduce himself to more people, and in the presence of somebody who might later prove a reliable source of information at that.
'I'm a marksman,' he offered, back at his usual level of quietude, by way of introduction to... what had he called himself, Thunderbolt? And Heartless too, he supposed. 'I'll save further discussion until after the threat is neutralised.'
@POOHEAD189 Great opening post, and I'll get mine out ASAP. Just one thing: I did incorporate Dragon Ogres into the Ogre Kingdoms, as a different take on what they were, and because they have "ogre" in their name. That's been a thing for a while. I don't think it's likely that the King of Dragon Ogres is then aligned to Chaos for some reason? Amongst other chains of logic that kind of contradict that sentiment. Maybe other Dragon Ogres that defected, but... yeah, I just figured I'd point it out.
@PaulHaynek
His armour is literally covered in the symbols and colours of the Order. Faking not being a Hero is not a thing he can do.
@The Irish Tree Mostly inside. Inside their souls, that is. With his sword.
His armour is literally covered in the symbols and colours of the Order. Faking not being a Hero is not a thing he can do.
@The Irish Tree Mostly inside. Inside their souls, that is. With his sword.
@The Irish Tree But he already has a wife! Who he insists to himself that he's not actually married to, since he's been told to have sex with her in order to make sure her biology isn't still geared towards only producing monstergirls, but apparently that process is simpler for monsters than for humans for lack of ceremony, so whatever. And, uh, if anybody else wants to get involved in being a part of a harem serving Mark, they're going to have to get themselves some PURIFICATION up in this biznitch. Probably from Mark. Bare minimum, mind.
>Marxello's heading off to Ambran!
>And the two monsters who joined him on that quest are going along with him.
Well that isn't ideal for him. I mean, dwarves also, but if they get to Ambran and Mark's seen with Syszi and Tue, he's instantly branded a traitor for life by that city and probably every other city in sight. So... you know, he has to work around that now. Thanks, Paul.
>And the two monsters who joined him on that quest are going along with him.
Well that isn't ideal for him. I mean, dwarves also, but if they get to Ambran and Mark's seen with Syszi and Tue, he's instantly branded a traitor for life by that city and probably every other city in sight. So... you know, he has to work around that now. Thanks, Paul.
Yuudaina's job was rarely easy. Even at the best of times, there would always be some crewmembers who felt a need to slack off from their given duties when running a ship; in G-5's second patrol unit, this involved a few more members of the crew in question, and often a substantial amount more violence in both their activities and what was needed to drag them back in line. Not to mention, of course, the casual violations of dress code and basic etiquette that continued to erupt even as heels were put down. Still, the Yuushuu nobleman did try his best to remain above the brutish sadism of lesser crew members, even if some of them were constant thorns in his side.
'And I'm telling you, Apprentice Volk, that just because nothing's happening with the engines now doesn't mean it won't whilst you're not paying attention!'
And then there were people like Seaman Apprentice Volk Waggen, who seemed not to know what work was, nor the concept of uniform- he was currently wearing what amounted to jeans and a ripped-up t-shirt, with no hint of formality to be found- nor the concept of rank. Or if he did, then he much preferred the concept of blatant insubordination when he thought he could get away with it, which included leading his fellows to gamble at card games. This time around, everyone else had wisely returned to tending the oil-lit engine room long ago, making sure all dials were within appropriate limits and any faults reported to the ship's engineers. To their credit, the scattered machinery all appeared to be functioning perfectly well - no boilers overheating, or engines suffering wear or tear, or anything of that sort. If they kept doing their jobs so well as that all the time...
'Pfft. Whatever, Softie, it's not like the ship's literally about to explode or whatever. Idiot.'
But no, mister Waggen had to be uppity about the whole thing. He wasn't certain he had the authority to demote even a lowly infantryman, but Yuudaina knew how unlikely it was to make a difference with somebody like this. No, once certain limits were passed, one had to give firm reminders about how this ship was run. Permanent reminders, if need be. And admittedly, he would enjoy putting the lout back in his place.
In a single swift movement, Yuudaina grabbed the upstart by the side of his head, and slammed the other side hard into the nearby boiler. For mere seconds he held the man there, waiting until he began to screech in pain, then flung him to the ground face first with a loud metallic WHANG.
'Ah, the wonders of modern technology... objects hot enough to burn a man's skin, and technology advanced enough to keep up justice in the world,' Yuudaina ranted to nobody in particular, projecting his voice over the sounds of Waggen's complaints of 'God damn it, you burned my face!' and other such noises. 'But inevitably, if that technology isn't maintained, the technology breaks, and then how will justice be served? Not at all, I reckon. Hence the need for everybody to do their jobs within the Marines...'
The subtle hint had everyone who was otherwise observing the Master-at-Arms' annoyance returned to their work. And as for Waggen? 'Fifty pushups, right now, and be glad it's not a hundred,' Yuudaina ordered, drawing a look of rage and contempt from the lesser Marine. A fist punched into the other palm with a CLANG, however, had the man beginning his punishment exercises whilst muttering under his breath. "Beginning", because three pushups in, Yuudaina decided they weren't difficult enough, and stepped up on to Volk's back on his downstroke, drawing yet more enraged upset, including the unique line 'You deadass overrighteous punk!'
'Don't make it a hundred, buster,' Yuudaina would have warned, if the entire ship had not quaked at that exact moment, practically tipping him off of the Seaman Apprentice's back toward the floor. Were he not a man with supreme bodily control, he'd have been sprawled out the way Volk now was; as things were, Yuudaina allowed his perception of time to slow just enough to get something resembling a bearing of what was happening, then held both arms toward the floor, leaving him in a handstand that evolved into balancing on just one hand, and from there to a steady rotation until he was back on his feet. The trick was in keeping one's weight over the point one was balancing on, a trivial act with Life Return to help oneself remain centered, but still apparently worth a few claps from somebody else.
'Don't applaud, that wasn't as impressive as you think it was.' Chiding aside, chances were the entire ship quaking meant that they were under attack, and that meant Yuudaina's abilities would probably be needed ASAP. And if the ship needed to get out of there fast, these folks would need to actually be manning the engines properly.
'Volk, keep going with your pushups. Everyone else, look alive!' the Lieutenant ordered the engine crew. 'We may have a fight on our hands, and if that's the case, then you'll certainly have something to do in the next few minutes! Oh, and make sure Apprentice Volk actually DOES the pushups,' he added as an afterthought, pointing toward the nearest and most trustworthy crew member for the proposed duty as he headed back out. He'd be needed above deck, most likely, or perhaps by the side of his commanding officers if they didn't take the fight deckside. Flawed as they were, they were still the leaders of this crew, and its most powerful members at that, and any help they could get would only amplify their effectiveness short of an overwhelming foe.
'And I'm telling you, Apprentice Volk, that just because nothing's happening with the engines now doesn't mean it won't whilst you're not paying attention!'
And then there were people like Seaman Apprentice Volk Waggen, who seemed not to know what work was, nor the concept of uniform- he was currently wearing what amounted to jeans and a ripped-up t-shirt, with no hint of formality to be found- nor the concept of rank. Or if he did, then he much preferred the concept of blatant insubordination when he thought he could get away with it, which included leading his fellows to gamble at card games. This time around, everyone else had wisely returned to tending the oil-lit engine room long ago, making sure all dials were within appropriate limits and any faults reported to the ship's engineers. To their credit, the scattered machinery all appeared to be functioning perfectly well - no boilers overheating, or engines suffering wear or tear, or anything of that sort. If they kept doing their jobs so well as that all the time...
'Pfft. Whatever, Softie, it's not like the ship's literally about to explode or whatever. Idiot.'
But no, mister Waggen had to be uppity about the whole thing. He wasn't certain he had the authority to demote even a lowly infantryman, but Yuudaina knew how unlikely it was to make a difference with somebody like this. No, once certain limits were passed, one had to give firm reminders about how this ship was run. Permanent reminders, if need be. And admittedly, he would enjoy putting the lout back in his place.
In a single swift movement, Yuudaina grabbed the upstart by the side of his head, and slammed the other side hard into the nearby boiler. For mere seconds he held the man there, waiting until he began to screech in pain, then flung him to the ground face first with a loud metallic WHANG.
'Ah, the wonders of modern technology... objects hot enough to burn a man's skin, and technology advanced enough to keep up justice in the world,' Yuudaina ranted to nobody in particular, projecting his voice over the sounds of Waggen's complaints of 'God damn it, you burned my face!' and other such noises. 'But inevitably, if that technology isn't maintained, the technology breaks, and then how will justice be served? Not at all, I reckon. Hence the need for everybody to do their jobs within the Marines...'
The subtle hint had everyone who was otherwise observing the Master-at-Arms' annoyance returned to their work. And as for Waggen? 'Fifty pushups, right now, and be glad it's not a hundred,' Yuudaina ordered, drawing a look of rage and contempt from the lesser Marine. A fist punched into the other palm with a CLANG, however, had the man beginning his punishment exercises whilst muttering under his breath. "Beginning", because three pushups in, Yuudaina decided they weren't difficult enough, and stepped up on to Volk's back on his downstroke, drawing yet more enraged upset, including the unique line 'You deadass overrighteous punk!'
'Don't make it a hundred, buster,' Yuudaina would have warned, if the entire ship had not quaked at that exact moment, practically tipping him off of the Seaman Apprentice's back toward the floor. Were he not a man with supreme bodily control, he'd have been sprawled out the way Volk now was; as things were, Yuudaina allowed his perception of time to slow just enough to get something resembling a bearing of what was happening, then held both arms toward the floor, leaving him in a handstand that evolved into balancing on just one hand, and from there to a steady rotation until he was back on his feet. The trick was in keeping one's weight over the point one was balancing on, a trivial act with Life Return to help oneself remain centered, but still apparently worth a few claps from somebody else.
'Don't applaud, that wasn't as impressive as you think it was.' Chiding aside, chances were the entire ship quaking meant that they were under attack, and that meant Yuudaina's abilities would probably be needed ASAP. And if the ship needed to get out of there fast, these folks would need to actually be manning the engines properly.
'Volk, keep going with your pushups. Everyone else, look alive!' the Lieutenant ordered the engine crew. 'We may have a fight on our hands, and if that's the case, then you'll certainly have something to do in the next few minutes! Oh, and make sure Apprentice Volk actually DOES the pushups,' he added as an afterthought, pointing toward the nearest and most trustworthy crew member for the proposed duty as he headed back out. He'd be needed above deck, most likely, or perhaps by the side of his commanding officers if they didn't take the fight deckside. Flawed as they were, they were still the leaders of this crew, and its most powerful members at that, and any help they could get would only amplify their effectiveness short of an overwhelming foe.
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