NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Wait, that's actually kinda helpful. If only we weren't so lazy in keeping levels, let alone four levels for individual moves...
Let's introduce a mechanic where you DON'T forget moves. 'Cause, unless Pokemon are seriously amnesiac (which they aren't, because they come from [REDACTED], as implied by Davis), then I don't really see how they forget moves so easily. Just to make room for another move.
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Lugia, you may have to decide on those bars for me. As well as levels themselves.
As a mod, I'm only here to maintain order and peace, not to be a bookkeeper of half an OP. My old RPs Anthro Earth and Skies of Journey failed miserably (Anthro Earth was actually quite successful, with around 15 RPers before everyone left), because I'm not exactly the type of keep characters in check.
Lugia, you may have to decide on those bars for me. As well as levels themselves.
As a mod, I'm only here to maintain order and peace, not to be a bookkeeper of half an OP. My old RPs Anthro Earth and Skies of Journey failed miserably (Anthro Earth was actually quite successful, with around 15 RPers before everyone left), because I'm not exactly the type of keep characters in check.
Urgh.
I really should've brought PMD, cause I'm DEFINITELY unfamiliar with those bars.
I really should've brought PMD, cause I'm DEFINITELY unfamiliar with those bars.
Oh, ja.
Would you mind bringing up a guesstimate of how many Pokemon our characters fought, and the levels of said Pokemon?
Would you mind bringing up a guesstimate of how many Pokemon our characters fought, and the levels of said Pokemon?
Lugia said
Shoot
>only muricans use that term
>past clues left behind carelessly
LUGIA'S LOCATION CONFIRMED (AGAIN): SOMEWHERE IN AMERICA.
No. Most of the time, I only use them once.
Yeah, go. Post.
Yeah, go. Post.
Lugia said
So, Kabling, judgement on Shadow's new app?
What's that you say?
Eh, accepted. Just tone that Void Claw down, by not making it the move used to defeat everything you know and love.
My name's Davis. Legally, I can't actually tell you about myself.
But who cares? Law and order collapsed, and yet I'm still alive after... probably around 2,000 years. We've abandoned so much of our past life, especially technology. Probably one of the many things to cause the War to End All Wars/Humanity's Last Stand/Second Cold War/The Last Days/The Rapture/The Five Days of Hell. (Don't ask me about the names; survivors I met often gave me conflicting results. Which unfortunately means there are no official names for the war.) The species I grew up with turned out to be nihilistic bastards, so this was expected after a while. They were all greedy and destructive, not caring about emotions faked on television, holographic watches and screen-glasses. Look at me. I represent a dead and forgotten world, with my main tank gun on my back, caterpillar tracks and armour plating. Screw the Stars and Stripes, hanging by my tail as a sign of defeat at the hands of everyone else. I was weaponised for nothing, and ever since I've been left bitter and frustrated at how stupid humanity was.
Was. Think about this word. What do I mean by it?
I will leave this to you to ponder. Right now, I have a story to tell you...
Two minutes ago, I came to the aid of a small group. Because, one of them happened to be a former companion of mine (and another was remarkably similar to one other former companion). And, Desia was back to haunt me. So what I survived That War with my radiation shielding and armour, and her once with my main gun? She was back, and therefore could kill again.
Not wasting any time, I had fired up my engines, engaging speeds I had only used during the war. I rammed into her, discharging whatever I had as weaponry as she stumbled back up and began fighting me. I knew Milloon would hate me for intervening, but what choice did I have? I couldn't just let them all die.
But, in the end, I released how truthful he was. Again, I was left beaten and laid on the damp grass. Just like old times. I wonder why she didn't finish me off...
But who cares? Law and order collapsed, and yet I'm still alive after... probably around 2,000 years. We've abandoned so much of our past life, especially technology. Probably one of the many things to cause the War to End All Wars/Humanity's Last Stand/Second Cold War/The Last Days/The Rapture/The Five Days of Hell. (Don't ask me about the names; survivors I met often gave me conflicting results. Which unfortunately means there are no official names for the war.) The species I grew up with turned out to be nihilistic bastards, so this was expected after a while. They were all greedy and destructive, not caring about emotions faked on television, holographic watches and screen-glasses. Look at me. I represent a dead and forgotten world, with my main tank gun on my back, caterpillar tracks and armour plating. Screw the Stars and Stripes, hanging by my tail as a sign of defeat at the hands of everyone else. I was weaponised for nothing, and ever since I've been left bitter and frustrated at how stupid humanity was.
Was. Think about this word. What do I mean by it?
I will leave this to you to ponder. Right now, I have a story to tell you...
Two minutes ago, I came to the aid of a small group. Because, one of them happened to be a former companion of mine (and another was remarkably similar to one other former companion). And, Desia was back to haunt me. So what I survived That War with my radiation shielding and armour, and her once with my main gun? She was back, and therefore could kill again.
Not wasting any time, I had fired up my engines, engaging speeds I had only used during the war. I rammed into her, discharging whatever I had as weaponry as she stumbled back up and began fighting me. I knew Milloon would hate me for intervening, but what choice did I have? I couldn't just let them all die.
But, in the end, I released how truthful he was. Again, I was left beaten and laid on the damp grass. Just like old times. I wonder why she didn't finish me off...
...now I begin my IC.
Also, I'm going to discuss rebooting DA, since we've apparently discontinued it on MCF.
Also, I'm going to discuss rebooting DA, since we've apparently discontinued it on MCF.
So anyway, I've got some exams to do next week.
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I'm gonna see if I can post some IC.
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I'm gonna see if I can post some IC.
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