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4 mos ago
Current Anthem servers down so hard, that Battlefield servers are dead as well. I don't know how it got that bad, but I am honestly impressed EA. Looks like bethesda can get some attention off that jacket now
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5 mos ago
There are two types of people. Those that think the Elder Sign is shaped like a tree, and those who think it is shaped like a star with a little flame inside it and subsequently will end up dead.
7 mos ago
If experience is the name we give to our mistakes, then I must be like 5 levels above everyone else my age by now.
10 mos ago
Someone dared to disrespect BAWLS on the Quakecon forums and that has me so bothered I think I realize how brits must've felt that time we dumped all that tea in the boston harbor.
11 mos ago
Finally got tickets to the largest BYOC in North America, anyone else going to Quakecon this year?


"The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far. The sciences, each straining in its own direction, have hitherto harmed us little; but some day the piecing together of dissociated knowledge will open up such terrifying vistas of reality, and of our frightful position therein, that we shall either go mad from the revelation or flee from the light into the peace and safety of a new dark age." -H.P. Lovecraft

H.P. Lovecraft is a big inspiration and If I do any writing or make anything, it will likely share themes with his work.

As far as myself personally, I have aspurgers syndrome (low-end autism) which makes it difficult for me to connect with others. It's hard sometimes for me to tell the difference between sincerity and sarcasm. This naturally distanced me from others, even my own family. Throughout my early childhood I eventually learned to mimic emotions and subconsciously display them when socially merited. I express sadness in relevant times(like a sad scene in a movie) when I actually feel nothing. This basically also makes me a sociopath (or at least I display some of the sociopathic tendencies), I feel I should stress that I am not a psychopath however, which is a more intentional than sociopath which happens from circumstance. When I'm with others I pretend to be someone else in a sense. I don't act like I really am, I act like how others expect me to, I play a character in my own life. This is why I prefer to be online and not IRL, I can be myself. I don't have to pretend to care in order to protect a friend's feelings, I can be myself as I do not care much for what some anonymous guy on the internet thinks of me. This may make me look like a jerk, but I try not to be. I say and do things as sometimes I just don't know how I should feel or act so I try to act like others expect, but sometimes i act the wrong way and ostracize myself. This is part of the reason I like to roleplay, it let's me act basically anyway I want, to play any role I want with little fear of recourse. I don't have to act how the world expects me to act.

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Richard West

Location: The Compound

It was not too long before something did happen to Richard. From the edge of his shrouded senses he noticed a figure headed in his direction. The individual was a large man, though still a good couple feet below Richard, and from his gait also seemed to be drunk. This was an uncommon, but familiar experience for Richard. Richard, given his intimidating size and appearance, has the undeserved reputation of being someone you probably would not want to mess with. For the most part, he is fine with that and content with his solitude, but from time to time someone comes along and with the aid of alcohol, thinks it would be a good idea to try to take him on in order to prove their manliness or something along those lines. It usually is a guy, the guy is usually well built, and it usually ends badly for them. This time would prove no different.

Of course, Richard did not think this at first. His first clue given his unbalanced walk, nearly falling to the ground a few times. The second was he seemed to be heading straight for Richard.

“Oi it’s that faceless freak. Imma show him whose tough…” he slurred, almost tripping on his feet a few times as he headed towards Richard. “Then I’ll-hic- I’ll be th-hic- the one no one messes with.”

Nope, he is definitely wasted. Richard thought. I’ll try to dissuade him, though I am sure he will not relent, otherwise I’ll probably have to drop him a few stories before he gets the hint…

Richard stood up on his rear legs trying his best to emphasis the fact he had a good couple feet on the guy, sharp claws, and a barbed tail. And as expected, the drunkard did not think twice.

“Y’think you’re so tough? I’ll -hic- I’ll show you.” The drunk said before throwing a rather weak punch, not that Richard’s rubbery skin would have dulled the impact of the blunt force anyway.

I guess alcohol gives you the power of stupidity or something. I’ll carry him in the air a bit, hopefully it’ll scare him off me. Richard thought, waiting for the drunk to attempt another punch before sidestepping.

The drunkard, having little sense of balance, put to much force in the attack and promptly fell over from the momentum. Taking the opportunity, Richard dug the talons of his front paws into his clothes (trying to avoid injuring the man) and lifted him a few feet in the air before flapping his wings and going airborne following a small jump. To give some credit, the drunkard still futilely attempted to fight for the first 40 or so feet off the ground before realizing the gravity of his situation. It only took a moment for him to realize he was probably going to meet the more fatal part of the laws of physics before he started yelling expletives loudly and struggling. Normally Richard would tickle his victims with his barbed tail, but the drunkard was too inebriated to co-ordinate his resistance unless you counted F-bombs part of resisting something. After carrying him around for a minute or so, he unceremoniously dropped him a dozen feet on the roof of a nearby building before gliding down to the street in a slightly bitter mood.

The drunkard was unharmed aside from a few bruises and hopefully waited to sober up before attempting to find a way down from the building. If anything, Richard was left in a worse state with his wings aching in a not painful, but very uncomfortable way. It would be a few hours before the feeling subsided and why he prefers to not fly when possible (the exhaustion of even a brief flight was a side effect of his chip).

Wonder what is so great about alcohol if people are willing to put up with the stupid decisions that arise from intoxication. Maybe I should try it if I were to somehow able to absorb it through my skin. At the very least I could probably inject it directly into my blood.

Unsure of what to do next, he opted to find a bar. Though not for somehow finding a way to get drunk himself, he was more hoping to get some insight into why alcohol makes people think starting a fight with him would be a fun time when everybody previously ends up stuck on roofs, trees, and other high places and with a hangover. At the very least, He will probably see some interesting characters.
Richard West

Location: The Compound

The day started with a somber tone for Richard. Not for any particular even that happened but more of a mood that comes and goes from time to time. With little to do, he often elected to think philosophically about the situation. This could vary from the grandiose ‘What is the purpose of life?’ to ‘Why are things the way they are?’ with many topics in between. Currently he was having a bit of an existential crisis. What is the meaning of his life? It is simple to think of the purpose of life in general as, in a sense, one removes themselves from it. It is thinking that applies to everyone. But when one thinks of their self, the connotations can get more frightening.

Does his life have no purpose, and by some random chance his life had to have this condition? Was his life merely a game of chance, one that he lost (or won, depending on the perspective). It is quite depressing to think that because of this unlucky hand he was dealt, he is in his present circumstance. Confined away from a society that hates him merely because he exists.

Or is there a purpose to this madness? Is there some forgotten prophecy of old that he is somehow meant to fulfill? Was this all designed by some unseen hand? If this is his fate, can he defy it? Or is he only able to succumb to it. If life is a play, is he the actor that plays the role that is assigned to him or is he the writer that can alter the story?

All those prospects were equally unnerving to him, though others might have a favorite. As much as he enjoys philosophy, this topic tends to leave a feeling of hopelessness and despair. Looking for an exit, he decided to head for the plaza. It is a sunny day, and he woke up in his usual cold, cramped ‘room’ (which was more like a closet given his size than a living space). There are a few places he likes to bask in the sun and do a little more thinking. After a short saunter to the plaza, he found one such spot in full view of the sun, near the center. Flanked on one side with a short two foot wall, and a large indention in the stonework big enough for his body. After a brief stretch, he lied down like a cat would when taking in the sun’s warmth. Except this cat would be much, much bigger than you and could probably rip your face off in one swipe.

Given that appearance, most people tended to avoid him, walking around if he was near rather than risking a collision with his path. Despite probably just about everybody in the area at the very least knowing of him, few bother to interact with him. Maybe it’s just his monstrous appearance, or maybe it’s that he appears to lack any way to talk that deters people. Most people were oblivious to the fact that he actual could communicate (after all, physical contact is an action most would rather avoid with him), something that spooked just about every peacekeeper he ‘talked’ to resulting in multiple accidents.

Satisfied with his position curled into a semi sphere and with the sun on his back, he turned his thoughts to something a little more upbeat. Focusing his vision on the crowd around him (though with little movement of his head), he wondered what everyone else was doing. They all probably have stories of their own. Some of them were probably content with the life they had, others no doubt still harbored the same malice over the last 13 years. And there were doubtless more in between who did not care anymore or had little hope beyond just living. Some of them hurried along their path, others took it slow, and there were even a few who clearly were trying not to draw attention to themselves. Before letting his mind wander, he wondered if anyone would try to talk with him today? Probably not, but who knows. Maybe today is the day something interesting happens. Perhaps there is still more to add to his own story.

@Lurking Shadow
I've looked him over and everything seems to check out. I did have some concerns about the number of powers, though I never set a specific limit and you've balanced them out quite well in any case. All in all, I'd say he's good to go! Move him on over to the character's tab.

I wrote him around only having two 'significant' powers, being his queer ability to 'see' lacking any sort of visible sensory organ, and the absolute lack of sound he makes. When it comes to the wings and tail, those are natural methods of moving or manipulating the environment from a clear source and can thus be 'nullified' by damaging the relevant areas of the body. As far as the strength and durability, it is not as powerful as someone who's main draw is superstrength or invulnerability, but still notable enough that I thought to include it (I mean, something twice as big as the average human can probably lift more than the average human). As for telepathy, that is simply to have a way of holding a conversation since he has no voice with which to speak normally and I feel it would be both difficult and time consuming if every conversation this char had with someone was a game of charades (and trying to keep this as only a 'minor' power, I elected to make it require physical contact). Lastly for self-sustenance, it only covers having energy to use despite not having (nor being able to lacking a mouth) to consume nutrients, vitamins, and such like animals normally do. This one I pondered about a little of how 'strong' or 'weak' this should be. what does it cover, and what limitations it has. Ultimately, it simply means he does not have to eat. He still would still suffer from fatigue, and need to sleep like others. This character is inspired by the Night-Gaunts of the Cthulhu Mythos (The idea for this character being 'what if a human, but trapped in the body of a monster?') and supposedly they did have a method of feeding, somehow, from a certain entity, but it is never really explained and often left as a part of the fear factor of this creature(how does a thing that cannot eat, live? exist?). I eventually decided that it would be a lot of extra effort to explain something that I do not think really builds up the character in any significant way so I elected to weasel my way out of this one.

That is my line of thinking about this. I see him as only having two, maybe three 'significant' or notable powers with a couple more minor or supportive powers. Hope you see my way of thinking when I wrote it out and I think I might re-arrange it a bit to have a 'major' and 'minor' power section or something similar. I still have a little bit of formatting, maybe add in some flavor text, (probably even think of some gear he would have) I want to do to make it a little cleaner before I post it in CS, which I will do later today when I get back from my classes.

Got it done. Let me know of any questions or if things need to be changed.

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Ah, okay. Carry on then. Although I do have a question. Are there more Devo's with the same physical deviancy as your character or is he/she the only one?

Well, I imagine that since this whole thing comes from a mutated gene it stands to reason that a similar, if not the same, sort of physical traits might appear on another is probable. But extremely unlikely.

I currently do not intend for him to have previously, nor come to encounter with the same traits as him.

All it really has as far as stealth is that it makes no noise. Can still be detected visually (I imagine something nearly twice as big as a man is hard to not notice in most conditions), still produces body heat so it can be 'seen' by thermal detection, still leaves tracks etc.

Since I'll be adapting from an older CS, It should not take me too long to remove and add relevant information.
I am interested and have a few ideas for a character.

A few questions though,

First, this inhibitor chip. Does it essentially make these deviants no different from a normal human, or would it just severely weaken an ability. Would someone with super strength end up being only as strong as a normal human or would he be somewhat stronger than a human but still far less than he normally is?

Secondly, I was wondering if it would be alright to have a character look only a little human. I have a CS based of a Night Gaunt that I think would work well here after some editing. Essentially it is a winged humanoid about 12 feet tall with no face whatsoever and a barbed tail that is also completely silent no matter what it does.

Would that work fine? would it need a few changes to be approved? I'm willing to make some concessions as this char was made for a RP that never really started and I'm itching to use it.
Almost did not see this come back up.


I've reworked the detection thing on the CS to a point which will hopefully be more acceptable. Still cleaning it up a bit though and adding stuff into the misc/other section though. Want me to post it here when done or should I wait till after the check?
Anthem is great because I can just run into enemies with Colossus shield.

Why use gun for small projectile when man is big projectile.

That alone gave me 40+ hours of enjoyment and is why I like it over warframe atm other than I don't really care to feel like a ninja.

Except for borderlands, I don't really care for any other looter shooter and do not have much else to say on the topic.

Though I can (and will) talk anyone's ear off on why I think Iron Harvest is looking to be the best RTS game in nearly 2 decades. Everything since Tiberian Sun has failed to meet the standard that I feel TS set, though I did quite enjoy Tiberium Wars competitively and SupCom came really close.

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