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    1. NewShoesForever 6 yrs ago

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6 yrs ago
Current I live! Run! Run!
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6 yrs ago
@Poi I bet you were playing as a dirty, disgusting Anathema. Glory to the Scarlet Empress! (Wherever she is...)
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6 yrs ago
I'm already familiar with both of those things, now give me the painfully sweet nectar of forbidden knowledge.
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6 yrs ago
You have to know that that will only make me more curious. I need to know now.
6 yrs ago
I think I missed something. What is "diapergate"?

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So, I'm NewShoesForever, natch. I enjoy hiding in the shadow of tall things and praying no one sees me.

I am an absolute fanatic for fantasy adventure fiction; the more outlandish the better. I'm also all about collaborative worldbuilding, so hit me up whenever for that if you're interested.

My primary likes include Magic The Gathering and Jojo's Bizarre Adventure. I can be seen lurking around any thread in which I am even tangentially involved like an obsessive-compulsive poltergeist.

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No worries, I came in with that in mind. If anything, I was apologizing for not contributing as much as I should. :P
Just to be clear, I'm probably not going to be posting a ton IC for the rest of the heist proper, but I'm still totally here. That's just the price you pay when you play a non-combat oriented character. <sigh>
Kane Ryder. As Panopticon unserstood it, Shade Walker considered him to be a valuable asset, though he couldn't for the life of him understand why. Surely, there were enough bruiser-type villains in Mutufasu that the Dark Tree shouldn't have to outsource, right? Shade Walker hadn't given him an answer that he considered satisfactory, but, at the end of the day, Panopticon wasn't inclined to go against the word of his superiors. Besides, Kane had proven himself to be easily controlled. No subliminals necessary, just old fashioned doubletalk and persuasion.

His comments were similarly boilerplate. Panopticon was no stranger to the nicknames. Rerun, Boob Tube, Idiot Box... it was low hanging fruit.

Panopticon did nothing to ackgnowledge the conversation that did not pertain to him. The new recruit was an unknown variable, to be certain, but not particularly relevant to his current assignment. The language barrier would prove somewhat of a challenge, but Panopticon could always just resort to visual communication. It was crude and unreliable, but preferable to nothing.

As if no conversation had been held at all, the TV droned monotonously Panopticon's status report.

"All police radio chatter is currently being selectively emphasised and censored, directing law enforcement toward the decoy team. Subliminals have been added to the broadcast to increase feelings of anxiety, though it unlikely to meaninfully impact the current situation. No interference or countermeasures have been encountered at present. Standing by for further instructions, if any."

Refreshingly to-the-point, if nothing else.
New post by the end of the night. Happy New Years, folks!
At the far end of the bar, leaning against the wall, the huge, flatscreen television flickered to life, seemingly without provocation. Its glow was pale and it cast the whole bar in an unearthly light.

On the other side of the screen, so to speak, stood an eerie, motionless figure. The man was sharply dressed in formal attire, with a wiry frame and a stiff stance, but the most bizarre and alarming feature of his was his head. Perched atop his neck was none other than yet television, this one blank and covered in antiquated dials. With no expression or body language to convey his emotions, he seemed to stare blankly at the assembly of villains for several seconds before his voice finally came, low and droning, through the speakers.

"I have come to understand that my presence was requested. In what way do you wish to use my abilities?" he asked, matter-of-factly.

Ugh. This guy.
Cool. How should our CS's be formatted?

Awesome! Thanks!
Submitted for your approval: probably the creepiest character I've ever made.


And what are they going to do, get off the stage and start a conversation with another 3rd year in the crowd? I just feel like I want to let the seen progress a little first.
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