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Keyguyperson said
Definitely agree here. I just suggested that if the entirety of the human fleet got together and attacked the 100 or so fleet the EU has in Sol, they might win, especially with my dreadnoughts that are basically sniper rifles with broadside weapons. Here's what duck said on the dreadnought matter:Doge Duck: WellllllllllllllllllllllKeyguy: I've got six or seven by nowDoge Duck: Iscandarian Dreadnoughts are much bigger then your averageDoge Duck: Thats why they take so long to buildKeyguy: DuckKeyguy: I already assumed thatDoge Duck: A regular battlecruiser is about the size of wnat most consider a Dreadnought]That's Duck saying that a battlecruiser of his is exactly as large as the biggest vessels a civilization that has colonized an entire system thoroughly has ever constructed.Here's another jewel:Keyguy: One questionKeyguy: How many ships are there laying back with the dreadnought?Doge Duck: 6Doge Duck: Keyguy: That's why you don't get close.Doge Duck: What are you going to do?Keyguy: Human dreadnoughts are basically gigantic sniper rifles that can fire giant blobs of plasmaKeyguy: except they have broadside cannonDoge Duck: Iscandarians have really strong shieldsReally strong shields. REALLY. STRONG. SHIELDS. I say my six or so dreadnoughts have plasma accelerator weaponry that's definitely capable of doing significant damage to some ships, and the response? "Uhh... they're like, better."This is what I heard after I suggested that the humans might be capable of winning:Doge Duck: I HAVE PLANNED THIS FOR A FUCKING LONG ASS TIMEDoge Duck: AND YOUR GOING TO FUCKING RUIN ITKeyguy: Okay then, what happens after you take over Earth?Doge Duck: ReformDoge Duck: Extermination of the rebelsDoge Duck: Strict right standardsNot that I can read minds, but that really, sounds like an excuse. You can decide for yourselves, but it doesn't take that long to plan three broad things. Given that every Iscandarian is exactly the same in their views and those are pretty well-defined, it doesn't take too long to figure out what those reforms and standards would be.This next one can speak for itself:Keyguy: You do realize that Fergus is gonna be mad, right?Doge Duck: YesKeyguy: And that he's killed hundreds already?Doge Duck: But Faust will come talk to himDoge Duck: And calm him*Sigh*This is the start of the argument (The most recent one, that is):Doge Duck: soKeyguy: HeyDoge Duck: are you telling them to pisss offKeyguy: Does the Dreadnought have hangars?Doge Duck: NoDoge Duck: And A 101 ship fleet is going to overpower ANYTHING the Terrnans haveNo, definitely not! It'll bet there aren't windows either, or any slightly misplaced subatomic particles. You also have to love how the first thing that gets said to me after I get an answer is "Oh yeah, I WIN". A slice from the direct predecessor to the argument that just happened, this was recent as well:Doge Duck: Favor pleaseDoge Duck: Tell the guys in orbitDoge Duck: The new contactDoge Duck: Jeddevans raceDoge Duck: To back the fuck offDoge Duck: Tel them that you wanna fight this own your ownKeyguy: Why would the humans do that?Keyguy: Their current line of thinking is "Fuck the Iscandarians"Doge Duck: Because they think the can perserveDoge Duck: And they dont know the aliens so yeahDoge Duck: And I dont want them interveneing anywaysTo me, that sounds like "So yeah, these people who are offering to save the humans? Well, since they can totally destroy my fleet, have the humans refuse their help. I don't wanna lose."Any opinions? Am I right? Am I wrong? Should Duck be punished? Should I be punished? Should we both be punished? Should I dance in a clown suit on top of a checkerboard cake with chocolate frosting? You tell me.(EDIT: Forgot to say this, I think, most likely. Anyways, I was totally a dick in that convo too. I yelled a lot, I obviously though I was justified. I kind of had a breakdown, and imitated duck in a particularly insulting way. I do have a pretty short temper, but either way, that's what happened. Duck asked me to tell you something, and being the smartass that I am, I'll do it in the one way he definitely didn't want me to do it:Doge Duck: Oh and the whole telling you not to ask for help Doge Duck: Was a jokeKeyguy: ...Keyguy: DuckDoge Duck is now Online.Doge Duck: It wasDoge Duck: And so was the Faust thing )

See, there's a reason why I've never disclosed how many ships my nation has nor what their full capabilities are.

Usually I just go with "they're big enough" and "there are enough of them to adequately progress whatever plot I'm working with".

This constant one-upping is stupid.

And to be frank I'd be more worried about 30 smaller FTL-capable vessels with high-yield missiles than multiple slow-accelerating slabs of armor and spinal-mounted weaponry.

From Stardust, To Stardust

No to the ftl-nerfing nonsense Wilson is going on about.

Demon Sunrise

“...Release me, witch!

“Ah? WITCH?” Magnus responded, albeit in an aggrieved tone of voice. “Demonic comrade and oh-so-tasty-morsel, Xea was indeed gifted with a formal title when her dearest parents were abruptly greeted with her beloved screeching, infant cries! You lack tact! You're not polite! You offend Xea! Your best friend Xea!”

As the seconds waned onward, the woman's twin golem-like grip tightened around the creatures' windpipe. She gazed down at the bulkier and taller specimen kneed below her with frigid eyes of crimson and distaste, the audible choking of the dying demon being the only noise within the shadowy room for a cursory instant. Feeling death drawing near, the beast flailed chaotically, bludgeoning his aggressor with fist and claw in a frantic attempt to liberate himself from his attacker. But the woman seemed unmarred by her prey's ongoing assault, her biting words absolutely persistent in spilling forth from her fanged maw even as her own inhuman ichor dribbled, pooled and pattered at her feet.

“Xea speculates that you find her name revolting! Is that why you won't say it?” the haunter cried out. “Are you judging her, you addle-minded fuck?” A blur of blood-spattered, gray-colored scales flashed before the demon's eyes. A deafening crunch pursued by his own pained grunt pierced the low-lit atmosphere of the sanctuary.

“Are you labeling her because of what she's done and what she's like? It's all your doing! Your entire species! You bastards! All of you! It isn't Xea's fault your souls and essences and whatever-it-is-you-all-have are so delicious! Become nasty! Become gross! That's the solution you should have been pursuing---but you didn't do it, did you? Idiots!”

She struck him again. His jaw now hung suspended by a tattered strip of leather-like skin and muscle. The raging surge of retaliation the demon had been exerting upon Xea ceased immediately.

"You moronic hell-spawn!”

A third blow sent more cracked fangs, black blood and the remains of the being's lower face streaking across the stonework floor.

“You damnable hell-spawn! Die!”

The agonized pain finally registered less than a second later, and the demon's aching scream, like that of a dying swine, only enraged Magnus more. “Who told you to bleed? Who told you to scream? No--wait, who even told you to exist?”

Silence.

“Answer Xea!” An increase in her body's mass and durability made Xea's fourth blow—the killing blow—impact with even greater force. A wet snap, a torrent of dark fluid and an explosion of spine and skull fragments were Magnus' reward. The headless body slumped downward to the right with a morbid wump.

The demon's lifeless physical form was no longer capable of supporting his life essence, and, like the thousands before it, it eventually presented itself to Xea both as an alluring aroma and as an ever-shifting cloud of energy. It attempted to pass through the masonry above her, but Xea's arcane gaze kept it restrained. She inhaled and held her mouth agape, forcibly urging the cloud to enter her petite shell.

Whatever pitiful resistance the demon presented to Xea was rejected effortlessly. She threw her head back and shut her eyes, and then shivered in bliss.

“Xea? Xea, It was worse this time,” she muttered to herself. Her hands were drawn close to her face, turned over two times for her own personal inspection and then wrapped around her rib-cage in a tight self-embrace. “The weaker ones aren't enough Xea. Xea, they aren't enough.”

Torn World, a Post WW3 NRP

LordZell said
We don't have a space force also your supposed to pm that to duck

Apparently space forces do exist. Or at least the Asian Federation believes they do, as Duck has equipped them with orbital weapons that possess similarities to the kinetic-bombardment satellites of Project Thor:

http://www.nytimes.com/2006/12/10/magazine/10section3a.t-9.html?_r=0

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kinetic_bombardment#Real_life_concepts_and_theories

http://tonova.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341c556453ef0168e6c0a6aa970c-pi

The idea of this being a 'small' satellite system is ridiculous.

BB said
EC is just starting to use lasers at an experimental level with their elite forces.And I think erryone already agreed that the current level of armor is at the light exoskeleton level, not power armor because of the European Consolidation precedent.

I'm trying to figure out why lasers are still experimental weapons in 2035. And why one player faction has successfully branded itself as the most advanced civilization on the planet.

Your Political Ideology

I don't find myself in alignment with any particular political tribe, but I took some sort of online test two years ago that painted me as a 'neo-communist' that possessed an underlining distaste for nationalism and democracy. Or something along those lines.

Fits well with my unyielding hatred for the US at least.

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Lol.

Torn World, a Post WW3 NRP

Trying to figure out how Duck's faction managed to get two space-based weapon platforms off the surface of Earth and into Earth's orbit without anyone stopping them or noticing.

The New Empires

gorgenmast said
This is one of those "If you have to ask..." sort of things as far as being at all permissible. But what would you say to a fortress inhabited by an army of automatons powered by internal combustion and steam?

That sounds more fitting for a steam punk RP, tbh.

Demon Sunrise

WIP
Name
Magnum Xea

Type
Haunter, a pariah breed of human/demon hybrid; an apex predator of all demon kind that is absolutely consumed by its own adore for the spiritual and quasi-spiritual essences of the folk native to the Outer Planes.

Appearance



Personality and Drive

Centuries of consuming tainted life energies has effectively warped the neurological composition of Xea's once-mortal mind, imbuing her with a savage, maddening hunger for the quintessences of demonic stock that grows with each Outer Plane denizen that she discretely summons, skillfully ensnares and voraciously devours with a predatory intensity.

Her addiction to the taste of Outer Planes spirits has morphed Xea into an individual that can be exceptionally difficult to trust, with most of her actions, malevolent or benevolent, being entirely geared towards the procurement of more sustenance and power, with Xea flagging other beings—even Demon Lords and the handful of Champions of the Mortal Plane—as nothing more than substandard pawns destined to be used in her diabolical schemes and intrinsic quest for greater and greater amounts of nourishment. Xea is not fond of offering others her loyalty or swearing commitments to those that she does not respect (or likes) and exhibits behavioral patterns that are habitually associated with self-centered persons laced with the stench of perpetual desperation and self-destructive motives.

Abilities

Much of Xea's arcane power stems from--and is concerned with--two mysterious fundamental forces of existence. The first is canonically referred to as Anchor, an invisible field of ether-like energy that binds most material and immaterial items together, giving them shape, substance and strength. The second, Burden, is emitted and perpetually generated by most objects, infusing them with weight and a tangible universal presence. The intrinsic functions and origins of Anchor and Burden are not entirely understood or known by Xea, though both have enabled her to execute a profound degree of dominion over her body and over corporal (and incorporeal) things that are within range of her otherworldly reach. This magical craft has been christened Rifting by Xea.

For obscured reasons, beings that harbor sapience display hardened resistance to Xea's attempts at manipulating their personal bodies, with said resistance manifesting in the form of an all-encompassing field of invisible soul-like energy that bends and contorts around its host. This retardant barrier has proven wholly impossible to circumvent, overpower or annihilate at strong ranges, although Xea making direct physical contact with her enemies and would-be aggressors by conducting assorted grapples, punches, head-butts, kicks, and even mere flicks seemingly nullifies it to an extreme echelon. 

When engaging Anchor, Xea can compel organic and non-organic material alike to incorrectly register within existence itself, stimulating them to explosively fall apart at the atomic level or take on stronger atomic bonds (which amplifies the durability of the object currently under Xea's influence), while Burden can be used to elevate (or decrease) the weight of objects (with the depressed or augmented weight condition slowly ebbing as time passes).

The applications credited to Burden and Anchor are quite extensive but not infinite, for they are restricted not by the extent of Xea's imagination, but by the inner-workings of the mutual forces of Anchor and Burden themselves. Protective aegises of crushing gravitational force, self-induced levitation, weakening matter, or increasing her own mass and durability are some of the miraculous things Rifting can achieve.

Active

Hysterical Vigor: Xea's natural physical attributes, enhanced by paranormal influence and active Burden and Anchor exploitation, are far beyond those of a normal human.

Hound: Gravitational distortions, the pangs of faint molecular vibrations and the putrid sent of demonic energies are all apparent to Xea. Her more mundane perceptions of sight, taste and hearing are keen as well.

Vengeful Recoil: Thousands of years spent refuting mental invasion attempts from hundreds of demons have hardened Xea's psyche. Violent and nonviolent attempts on Xea's mind are not only quashed, but are also reflected back at the attacker with an accompanying tang of harm about them.

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The wank is real.