Plank Sinatra

n e w - a g e - 2 0 5 0 :: a cyberpunk dystopia

This OOC is so fucking aesthetic that it makes my heart pound. I might have something together for this if there's still room.

Super Invincible Max God Century [Insert Fancy Robot Name Here] [Insert Number of Component Parts] - Mecha RPG Interest Check, Working Title

I'LL PUNCH MY WAY INTO HELL RIGHT NOW! IT'S A TWILIGHT OF THE GODS, LET'S GO, LIFTHRASIR!

Model: GAHS-CM-1 Central Module "Lífþrasir"

Specialty: Prototype Titan Control Module / Autonomous Melee Fighter

Features: Etherion and Hot Blood Cocktail Engine Compatibility!

Full On Human Spirit Cocktail Compatibility!

One Hell of a Pilot, Baby Compatibility!

Armaments: GOOD OLD-FASHIONED ROCKET PUNCH!

OBARI INDUSTRIES CHEST MISSILES! FREE THOSE MUNITIONS, GIRLS!

EASTWOOD SUPER TRICK SHOT BEAM MAGNUM!

Weaknesses:

MUST FIGHT HARDER

Super Invincible Max God Century [Insert Fancy Robot Name Here] [Insert Number of Component Parts] - Mecha RPG Interest Check, Working Title

Should have

THE CRIMSON ROAD TO VICTORY'S

component up today

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

@HereComesTheSnow

"Yeah, exactly! Señor 'My cock is the eighth wonder of the world' Lloyd built this giant, high-tech, super-powerful shield and then slapped a goddamn fingerprinting system on there! He knows a nigga hates being fingerprinted!" Lauren was wearing a pout on her face and had her arms crossed tightly, tonfa jutting out at an awkward angle in her hand. She didn't seem to notice that both barrels were dangerously close to kissing her jaw. "So now I'm gonna have to return fire on dude."

She uncurled her arms and tapped the notebook with the barrel of Lawnslot.

"Behold, Project White Bronco!"

She beamed.

"A triple-function hyper-ballistic battleaxe, capable of cutting through anything short of an airship in ax mode, a ballista function capable of launching a Huntress across five football fields, and reverting to the original Caledfwlch and handheld scutum. Lemme tell you, these things? They're one hell of a building block, dude. The more I sketched the more ideas I had!"

She hugged the tonfa close to her chest with a beam.

"I should find a way to incorporate my other idea into them...could store them inside the shaft, but that could be volatile if one of the tonfa went off or something...hrm...oh well, anyway, that's what your girl is cooking! Plus I'm gonna put a better security system on it than even Joyous Guard...it's gonna ask for Cap's fingerprints, his weight, his dental records, his dick circumference, even how many times he got in trouble in kindergarten. It took me two weeks to collect all the data I needed to code in, but a visionary never rests!"

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@Plank Sinatra

Can I get an idea of where Jer is now?

@Crimson Raven

Just hanging out in Armory next to his new best friend Catholic priestess.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

@Silvan Haven @Abillioncats

So that's how it's gonna be.

Not dreaming.

He wasn't dreaming. Even a well-loved phrase of his like 'God damn it' wouldn't cut this.

God has damned this whole land.

Not that Jer Piper was surprised to see a catgirl flying. This was an unfortunate constant in his life, like someone tripping over the same stair, or always hitting the same pothole on a relaxing Sunday drive. But normally there was an order to this sort of thing. The kind of serenity that came with a pattern.

• (a.) Be Jer; look up at the ceiling.
• (b.) A catgirl is flying between your head and the ceiling.
• (c.[a.]) Because Bright has noticed this catgirl trying to linger in Speer's room,
• (c.[b.]) and launched her into the mesosphere.
• (d.) Problem resolution.

This broke that godly pattern.

And what does a devil do, but the jobs that God has not the stomach for?

Just as his hand was leaving the desk and straying to his chest, a tail thwacked it casually. Beryl Harken was smiling.

The two guns in his chest holster went untouched.

God has damned this whole class.

"Atlas is the future," Jer reported dispassionately. "There we have catgirls there that can make puns, leap skyscrapers, hunt crime, and still make it back before curfew. Levitation is cool, too, though. To the second graders."

Persona - Academic Akrasia

<Snipped quote by Mistress Dizzy>

Btw, I'm assuming the name order is "First" and then "Surname" correct? It's normally reversed in Japan but since most of us are English speakers...I wasn't sure.

@Brose

A lot of characters do names in eastern order for the sake of realism and character, but OOC, we basically just use western order for convenience.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

@Crimmy@Ayazi@LokiLeo789@Plank Sinatra

Beacon Academy-Armory Class-Beryl Harken

"The teacher here is pretty casual so I don't think he will have any problems with that." She said as her eyes returned to her classmate's face. "I've never been to the garage myself, don't have a vehicle to store there. But from what I remember its somewhere on the other side of the pool building."

@Silvan Haven

@Silvan Haven

"Cool."

A fifteen or twenty minute walk was probably for the best anyway. Geni seemed distracted by his nap, Luke seemed distracted by another girl, and Grat seemed like she would stab whatever distracted her in the heart. He'd slip out, carry his bike back, and hopefully by then everyone would have settled into whatever rhythm they usually worked in and there would be no one left to bother him. He met Beryl's gaze and nodded.

"Alright. You lead the way, and we'll figure it the hell out from there."

Persona - Academic Akrasia

ＫＩＭＩＫＯ ＳＡＩＴＯ - ＬＩＶＥ ＦＲＯＭ ＳＡＳＯＲＩ＇S

_{Also starring: @Krayzikk @Write @Kafka Komedy @Crimmy}

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He should have been born a burger.

Kimiko stared expressionlessly at her shirtless classmate; he had barely accentuated pectorals, toned biceps, and abdominals that suggested he was well-fed and kept a decent diet on top of his exercise regimen and dalliances with the rough parts of town. Much in the way that grass-fed cows and chicken on a bed of lettuce provided a juicier meal, Daisuke was clearly raised right by whatever pasture he had come from.

He needs fry oil if he wants to be perfect.

Hm, he looked pretty cut up. That would need fixing. Can't have any wounds spoiling the Miyamoto wagyu...

"Oh," she said to herself, and half to Sasori, quietly.

This thing was gonna sell itself.

"Shotgun," she concluded. "I call shotgun."

Super Invincible Max God Century [Insert Fancy Robot Name Here] [Insert Number of Component Parts] - Mecha RPG Interest Check, Working Title

char clone gets the head, which means our mech now has 80s shades