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Why don't you just light him on fire or something?
Fallenreaper said
He can try but he will have three Naga Goddesses to get through first and they don't interfere often. :P
Also Alaira. That one's likely the scariest.
ERode said
Why wouldn't Ulysses have never met Averus? He sorta makes a point about meeting every champion to take their measurements at least once, you know?
Through sheer, malignant, blinding incompetence.
I imagine Ulysses' stupidity is of such a magnitude that it leaves everyone speechless.
By the way, I randomly selected that mission with a twenty sided die, and plan to do that every time in the future to simulate him picking random shit without reading it.
Edit: also, Ulysses has never actually met Averus. could be important. Although Averus might be aware of Ulysses' reputation of constantly blundering any mission requiring any subtlety at all.
By the way, I randomly selected that mission with a twenty sided die, and plan to do that every time in the future to simulate him picking random shit without reading it.
Edit: also, Ulysses has never actually met Averus. could be important. Although Averus might be aware of Ulysses' reputation of constantly blundering any mission requiring any subtlety at all.
Ulysses HAMMERJUSTICE, The Fire Titan.
It was said there was a champion, almost mythical in nature, capable of rending entire galaxies in two, capable of annihilating worlds with but a glance, clearly, the strongest of all of them.
What a load of bollocks.
No, our champion is not nearly so powerful, not nearly so hyped. No, our champion is merely a very big metal man with a lot of guns. And he was glorious. Today was like any other day, wake up, grab a two-liter of Cola (Not that he needed to eat, being a cyborg and all. Though, mercifully, the scientists had it set up so he could still taste the stuff. Besides, the water could be filtered out to fuel his reactor core), head to the mission board, punch it in a random spot, and go where it told him. For this reason, our hero was loathed by other champions more often than not. Nothing is less fun than having to do a stealth mission along with an eight and a half foot tall iron juggernaut covered in glowy lights with a pair of flame throwers and a severe case of no volume control.
Our Hero, who shall henceforth be known as Ulysses HAMMERJUSTICE (always all caps, very important), was on just that sort of ill-suited mission today. Some kind of flying creepy scientist was presenting him, along with a group of other champions, a small, extremely creepy girl. Of course, Ulysses hadn't read the board so he had no idea what he was doing. this spectacle merely confused him. the doctor just kept talking, so he spaced out and studied everyone else. There was a blue haired man, who Ulysses might have seen before somewhere, but not in person. Apparently the guy was important or something. Then there was some other guy. Like a tiny version of himself, a cyborg. Although this guy was still wearing his helmet. Anyway, creepy scientist had just finished talking, and was asking if anyone had any questions. Ulysses simply raised his hand and asked. "Yeah, what do I shoot and when do I shoot it? With all due respect we've been standing here for a while and you just kept talking and talking and I still don't see what I'm supposed to blow up." If it was there, Ulysses would be completely oblivious to any looks of shock directed at him.
It was said there was a champion, almost mythical in nature, capable of rending entire galaxies in two, capable of annihilating worlds with but a glance, clearly, the strongest of all of them.
What a load of bollocks.
No, our champion is not nearly so powerful, not nearly so hyped. No, our champion is merely a very big metal man with a lot of guns. And he was glorious. Today was like any other day, wake up, grab a two-liter of Cola (Not that he needed to eat, being a cyborg and all. Though, mercifully, the scientists had it set up so he could still taste the stuff. Besides, the water could be filtered out to fuel his reactor core), head to the mission board, punch it in a random spot, and go where it told him. For this reason, our hero was loathed by other champions more often than not. Nothing is less fun than having to do a stealth mission along with an eight and a half foot tall iron juggernaut covered in glowy lights with a pair of flame throwers and a severe case of no volume control.
Our Hero, who shall henceforth be known as Ulysses HAMMERJUSTICE (always all caps, very important), was on just that sort of ill-suited mission today. Some kind of flying creepy scientist was presenting him, along with a group of other champions, a small, extremely creepy girl. Of course, Ulysses hadn't read the board so he had no idea what he was doing. this spectacle merely confused him. the doctor just kept talking, so he spaced out and studied everyone else. There was a blue haired man, who Ulysses might have seen before somewhere, but not in person. Apparently the guy was important or something. Then there was some other guy. Like a tiny version of himself, a cyborg. Although this guy was still wearing his helmet. Anyway, creepy scientist had just finished talking, and was asking if anyone had any questions. Ulysses simply raised his hand and asked. "Yeah, what do I shoot and when do I shoot it? With all due respect we've been standing here for a while and you just kept talking and talking and I still don't see what I'm supposed to blow up." If it was there, Ulysses would be completely oblivious to any looks of shock directed at him.
Well, Ulysses is manly enough for ten characters.
I just realized gals outnumber guys 2/1.
HE PASTAED.
Are you high again?
I have decided to withdraw cuddles.
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