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I was going to include the mace, but with the pose I chose I really couldn't fit a mace anywhere on him.
I was going to include the mace, but with the pose I chose I really couldn't fit a mace anywhere on him.
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Discord crashed lads. Can't get back in.
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I've opened art commissions up, anyone who wants relatively cheap art PM me here or on Discord: LeeRoy#8459
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[quote=@Rilla] DID YOU JUST TRY AND CLOTHESLINE ME, YOU LITTLE SHIT [/quote]
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"If you kill a man, you scorn his wife. If you kill his wife, you scorn her child. If you kill her child, you scorn his village. If you kill his village, you scorn the kingdom. If you kill the kingdom you scorn an empire. If you kill an empire, then who is left?"
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Though it doesn't matter now, I've got a completed product compilation picture of Dunnaman. DragQueen and Myself worked to create this absolute masterpiece.
@ImportantNobody
It would be easier, but it wouldn't build a narrative.
It would be easier, but it wouldn't build a narrative.
@Mikellh Dejax
Shame that you never actually got a response, I would have taken you up on it if I hadn't been too busy with work at the time.
Shame that you never actually got a response, I would have taken you up on it if I hadn't been too busy with work at the time.
@ArcaneUnit
I'd bet money on you not actually using this site anymore, since you didn't get a satisfactory response fast enough. But on the off chance that you do roll back in at some point in time, I'll make it clear to you why you didn't get a satisfactory response.
As Chief Resident Edgelord Supreme, I can say without a doubt. You shouldn't be in character when offering up a challenge if you aren't going to maintain that character. Flipping back and forth between IC and OOC in a single post really don't work, obvious exceptions include rules and the like. But for something as basic as your introductory post, you kinda botched that.
If you roll back around I'd be willing to show you what a Sorcerer is capable of. Because a Sorcerer is nothing like a Wizard.
I'd bet money on you not actually using this site anymore, since you didn't get a satisfactory response fast enough. But on the off chance that you do roll back in at some point in time, I'll make it clear to you why you didn't get a satisfactory response.
As Chief Resident Edgelord Supreme, I can say without a doubt. You shouldn't be in character when offering up a challenge if you aren't going to maintain that character. Flipping back and forth between IC and OOC in a single post really don't work, obvious exceptions include rules and the like. But for something as basic as your introductory post, you kinda botched that.
If you roll back around I'd be willing to show you what a Sorcerer is capable of. Because a Sorcerer is nothing like a Wizard.
In response to Gonad's plunge to the floor, so too did LeeRoy plunge. But not just a normal plunge.
No no. LeeRoy's actually mad for once, an emotion beyond boredom for the first time in around thirty years. The Scientist had intentionally left distance between himself and Gonad when he hurtled the stool at him. For he had realized that by crippling the legs of the barbarian, he had somehow given him the tactical advantage over leverage over himself. Despite that not making sense in literally any context aside from this one.
LeeRoy ran forward a few steps, accelerated by his powered suit's cervos. Giving him an incredible amount of speed for just a few steps in one direction, before Gonad and himself had reached eachother's throats he dropped to his knees. Slamming them against the ground in force, maintaining his forward momentum as he stooped to Gonad's level. (Quite literally.) And in that instant he threw himself into the world's most clean power slide across the floor, drawing both of his hands backwards before thrusting both towards Gonad's chest with open palms. A palm thrust of epic burning proportions, an immolating slap towards his chest that would serve as a fantastic answer to Gonad's own rush.
This would likely negate Gonad's charge towards him, but if it didn't he would be left open to be grabbed. This serves to interrupt his attack and counter attack simultaneously, preventing Gonad's previous action from going through if successful. If unsuccessful, it would serve only as a slight inconvenience in the middle of his attack.
In that moment, we swore we were Bollywood stars.
No no. LeeRoy's actually mad for once, an emotion beyond boredom for the first time in around thirty years. The Scientist had intentionally left distance between himself and Gonad when he hurtled the stool at him. For he had realized that by crippling the legs of the barbarian, he had somehow given him the tactical advantage over leverage over himself. Despite that not making sense in literally any context aside from this one.
LeeRoy ran forward a few steps, accelerated by his powered suit's cervos. Giving him an incredible amount of speed for just a few steps in one direction, before Gonad and himself had reached eachother's throats he dropped to his knees. Slamming them against the ground in force, maintaining his forward momentum as he stooped to Gonad's level. (Quite literally.) And in that instant he threw himself into the world's most clean power slide across the floor, drawing both of his hands backwards before thrusting both towards Gonad's chest with open palms. A palm thrust of epic burning proportions, an immolating slap towards his chest that would serve as a fantastic answer to Gonad's own rush.
This would likely negate Gonad's charge towards him, but if it didn't he would be left open to be grabbed. This serves to interrupt his attack and counter attack simultaneously, preventing Gonad's previous action from going through if successful. If unsuccessful, it would serve only as a slight inconvenience in the middle of his attack.
In that moment, we swore we were Bollywood stars.
@ImportantNobody
We didn't last long enough to get to the first real punch.
We didn't last long enough to get to the first real punch.
It was drowned by the screaming of molten and folding metal below and the sound of her formative rocket barrage, but he spoke anyway. "You have shown me that you are quite determined to play your game with me." Unmoving and stoic in the air over the smoldering wreckage of the starship, Virtuoso's eye watched as she raised an army of projectiles.
In answer to her formation of projectiles, Virtuoso's body began pumping out spear-shaped weapons that ejected from each port and grew to a rough size of two feet in length and three inches in diameter. Large pyramid wedges of golden light that arranged themselves in a hexagonal pattern in front of him. "I have learned much from this experience, be thankful that your memory will not be disposed of." He spoke more and more, though certain it would not be heard, it was unnecessary exposition to clear the silent and boring time of his own formative period.
Each spear filled the hexagonal pattern before him in a loose protective barrier of light that would serve as his primary deterring factor in her oncoming onslaught. As she unleashed her first wave of projectiles, so too did he. From the outer limits of his hexagonal barrier he unleashed a hundred spears in a collapsing cone pattern towards the gout of explosive rounds. The hundreds of spears soon morphed to thousands as the collapsing cone narrowed and the hexagonal pattern's shape finally became clear in its brilliance. As each spear fired it became obvious that they weren't aimed directly at any of the oncoming projectiles, but simply in a straight line. However, while the missiles in their random pattern would overlap with his grid, the grid of spears would not overlap with itself.
Forming a secondary layer of comparable size to the previous as the first barrier wore itself down by firing inwards, Virtuoso not only maintained his defensive but moved naturally into an offensive of his own. Not focusing on his full body ventilation anymore, he was now able to manifest his own projectiles just as quickly and significantly more organized than Cee's own. This had become what amounts to a Touhou Shoot-Em-Up. With two incredibly skilled masters of projectiles launching wave after wave of projectile towards the other, using their own projectiles as a method of disrupting the other's. As his own barrier of semi-transparent light formed between him and Cee's rounds, however, he managed to accidentally negate her disruptive flashbang rounds. It caused a slight error in his visual reception as the several visual disruption rounds passed through the translucent barrier of light. He noted the change and produced what amounts to a helmet around his face. Blue light spectrum to maintain a proper colorized field of view, since this was a oxygenated atmosphere.
Though the two of them were continuing their movements as they fired, Virtuoso's grid had maintained a locked distance away from himself. Only moving forward when another layer was formed, and don't get it twisted, every time the barrier wears down it forms another backup grid. Leaving no moment of total exposure to her onslaught. Each grid formed with a secondary intermediate point system of spears, in the center of each hexagon was a spear that moved out of line with the rest of the spears. This spear fired in a straight line towards the circular zone that he had marked in his HUD for Cee's position. It didn't matter that he couldn't see her through her illusory field, if he fired towards a vague zone with enough projectiles he would eventually strike true.
This all seems terrible organized, but this is from an entirely analytical point of view. Of course they weren't firing perfect every time. As the bubble rounds detonated they sent the spears skittering off in improper directions and colliding with other projectiles. Making an incredibly messy display of the back and forth between the two, but so too did his own rounds disrupt her own projectiles. As his slammed into hers, they would either cause them to explode or knock them aside and into her other missiles. Each shot that she fired was answered with a shot of his own, and even the rounds that he created that totally missed were wasted. If they missed a target, they flew off into the distance never to be seen again.
For now, they were in stalemate.
In answer to her formation of projectiles, Virtuoso's body began pumping out spear-shaped weapons that ejected from each port and grew to a rough size of two feet in length and three inches in diameter. Large pyramid wedges of golden light that arranged themselves in a hexagonal pattern in front of him. "I have learned much from this experience, be thankful that your memory will not be disposed of." He spoke more and more, though certain it would not be heard, it was unnecessary exposition to clear the silent and boring time of his own formative period.
Each spear filled the hexagonal pattern before him in a loose protective barrier of light that would serve as his primary deterring factor in her oncoming onslaught. As she unleashed her first wave of projectiles, so too did he. From the outer limits of his hexagonal barrier he unleashed a hundred spears in a collapsing cone pattern towards the gout of explosive rounds. The hundreds of spears soon morphed to thousands as the collapsing cone narrowed and the hexagonal pattern's shape finally became clear in its brilliance. As each spear fired it became obvious that they weren't aimed directly at any of the oncoming projectiles, but simply in a straight line. However, while the missiles in their random pattern would overlap with his grid, the grid of spears would not overlap with itself.
Forming a secondary layer of comparable size to the previous as the first barrier wore itself down by firing inwards, Virtuoso not only maintained his defensive but moved naturally into an offensive of his own. Not focusing on his full body ventilation anymore, he was now able to manifest his own projectiles just as quickly and significantly more organized than Cee's own. This had become what amounts to a Touhou Shoot-Em-Up. With two incredibly skilled masters of projectiles launching wave after wave of projectile towards the other, using their own projectiles as a method of disrupting the other's. As his own barrier of semi-transparent light formed between him and Cee's rounds, however, he managed to accidentally negate her disruptive flashbang rounds. It caused a slight error in his visual reception as the several visual disruption rounds passed through the translucent barrier of light. He noted the change and produced what amounts to a helmet around his face. Blue light spectrum to maintain a proper colorized field of view, since this was a oxygenated atmosphere.
Though the two of them were continuing their movements as they fired, Virtuoso's grid had maintained a locked distance away from himself. Only moving forward when another layer was formed, and don't get it twisted, every time the barrier wears down it forms another backup grid. Leaving no moment of total exposure to her onslaught. Each grid formed with a secondary intermediate point system of spears, in the center of each hexagon was a spear that moved out of line with the rest of the spears. This spear fired in a straight line towards the circular zone that he had marked in his HUD for Cee's position. It didn't matter that he couldn't see her through her illusory field, if he fired towards a vague zone with enough projectiles he would eventually strike true.
This all seems terrible organized, but this is from an entirely analytical point of view. Of course they weren't firing perfect every time. As the bubble rounds detonated they sent the spears skittering off in improper directions and colliding with other projectiles. Making an incredibly messy display of the back and forth between the two, but so too did his own rounds disrupt her own projectiles. As his slammed into hers, they would either cause them to explode or knock them aside and into her other missiles. Each shot that she fired was answered with a shot of his own, and even the rounds that he created that totally missed were wasted. If they missed a target, they flew off into the distance never to be seen again.
For now, they were in stalemate.
RIP this roleplay, I suppose I can't be particularly mad since work has me guilty of the same thing. But not posting for almost two weeks and holding up one person isn't quite as bad as not posting for almost two weeks and holding up four.
Hey, I'm thinking of becoming a ghost writer for some cash on the side. Does anyone here have any experience with it? I know @Skallagrim does, but he's gone for a while. Maybe for the long haul this time around.
If anyone does have any experience, does anyone have any tips?
If anyone does have any experience, does anyone have any tips?
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