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

@Crimmy
Either works for me, but I think I'm the only one forming the legs, so probably both.

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

@Crimmy
I was thinking about doing a mecha that dug under ground and sent drill missiles upwards to attack enemies. Haven't though about component part, but I guess I'll be legs since those are still open.

Dear Gamer: Let's Seek Each Other Out

Will try and post sometime tonight, but will definitely have a post up by Sunday at the latest.

Palladium Academy (Another Superpowered Highschool)

Clyde Fisher

@Rune_Alchemist

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Clyde had just taken several bites of the bar in his hand, when the charger that was in his other was gently removed from his hand. A few words of gratitude escaped the woman's mouth, before she immediately began to charge her own phone.

"Ugh, I don't know what they drugged us with but it was definitely not the fun stuff."

She then chuckled, before drinking from one of the 5 water bottles resting at Clyde's side, half of the liquid disappearing as she continued to chug. Clyde nodded in response, all to aware of the feeling - He hated those kinds of drugs. The feeling of weightlessness, the lightheadedness, all combined with the slow dulling of thoughts and consciousness. It made him feel as if he was getting euthanized, that he would never wake up again. It was the reason he always wanted the shots of pain medication rather than getting gas.

Halsey's gaze seemed to narrow slightly and, following it, Clyde saw what she was glaring at - The boy from earlier was talking to the couple, but Clyde chose not to focus in on what they were saying. It would be rude if he did. Whatever it was they were talking about, Lukas kept the same cocky attitude as before. Halsey muttered something under her breath, but Clyde wasn't paying close enough attention to catch what she said. Instead, he chose to understand his situation - he was currently hundreds of feet underwater, in a train going at an undetermined speed, but presumably extremely fast, inside of a glass tube. Inside of the train, in the glass tube at the bottom of the sea, there were dozens of children who possessed supernatural capabilities, some of whom were even armed. That helped him focus off of the fact that he was talking to a girl, a prospect that may be even more terrifying.

"You uh, alright there bud? Breathing is usually beneficial to you know, uh living, so maybe try doing a bit more of that and a bit less of whatever this is."

The calm words seemed to shake him back to reality - He was staring off into space while looking at the showoff and couple, and his breathing was quick and quiet, almost hyperventilating. He did this often when he was deep in thought, and it always embarrassed him when someone pointed it out. Blushing, he turned his head away in embarrassment and calmed his breathing down to his usual, deep breaths.

"The Name's Halsey. Got a name yourself? Or do you just go by the lord of horrible tasting protein bars?"

The blush immediately vanished as Clyde realized what was occurring - was he... making a friend?

Yes! Internally, Clyde was overjoyed to finally have made his first friend and, as calmly and naturally as he could, he turned to face her as he introduced himself.

"Oh, uh, my name is Clyde. Wait, how did you know these protein bars sucked-"

Clyde jumped slightly as the announcement sounded throughout the train car, cutting him off. The woman on the announcement proceeded to explain their situations, and what they would be doing upon making it to the academy itself. The fact that they were nearly there already was very surprising, as Clyde had only been awake for a few minutes. Breakfast sounded fantastic considering he had only eaten his protein bars, but his hunger was overpowered by fear. What did they mean by evaluation? Sure, she said that it was to test their abilities, but would it effect their grades? Would they be kicked out of the academy if they performed badly? Questions flew around Clyde's mind for the rest of the train ride, seconds ticking away slowly on his phone's clock.

Dear Gamer: Let's Seek Each Other Out

Brent Young

Green_Knight has signed on

"Oh hello Green_Knight, I'm so glad you came. Let's begin the interview. What's your real name? First and last please."

"Nice to meet you as well, I guess. My name is Brent Young, put I'm used to people referring to me by my online name, 'Green Knight'."

"Ah, I see, okay how old are you?"

"I'm 22, if that's important."

"Hmm...This is more personal but what's your sexuality?"

"... Don't see how that's relevant, but I think I like girls. I never liked a real girl though. I'm more into the female characters in my games to be honest." (He's straight, but thanks to a lack of female interaction throughout his youth, he is mostly attracted to female game and anime characters. He may develop romantic feeling for a real woman (maybe even a man), however, if he spends extended periods of time with them.)

"Are you a man or woman?"

"Man."

"What do you look like? You can send a picture of describe yourself, though an image will help me more."

Appearance

"What's your occupation?"

"I work at an Insurance agency, and it sucks."

"How would you describe your personality?"

"People have called me brutal, but I like to think they meant brutally efficient. I always try to be as efficient as possible, diligently working on a task until I finish it. I'm not... I wouldn't say I'm a very good people person. That's probably why I don't work customer support, lol. I like to call myself a realist - I've never really tried hoping for miracles or doing things that waste energy. But most of all, I believe that I'm loyal - I've never left a guild on my own, and I'm always the first person to take a role that no one else wants to. After all, if I do the job no one else wants to, things will go more smoothly. I could be called a team player, but I honestly do it for myself. I like to start things as early as possible, and don't want to be slowed down by trivial things I can solve by taking them into my own hands."

"How tall are you? How much do you weigh?"

"I'm 5'11 and weigh 160 lbs, but I don't see why this matters."

"What's your favorite color?"

"If you couldn't tell from my online name, it's Green."

"What type of person interests you romantically?"

"Well, I'm honestly okay with pretty much anyone. The characters I like are pretty different, but I guess they share a couple traits. I don't like people who are mean or rude, and shorter 'girly-girls' are usually my type. But, uh... Are you coming on to me?"

"This question can be skipped, but it's most essential to my study so I'd prefer an honest answer. Know that you're in a safe place here with me, no one else will ever have to know. Do you have any physical/mental disabilities? Any traumas?"

"... I... I hallucinate sometimes. Psychologist said it was triggered by 'stress', but I'm pretty sure he was pulling that out of his ass. It happens at random, but mostly happens when I stay idle... Sometimes it's pretty normal, like shadows in the corner of my eyes, but other times... I don't really feel comfortable talking about it. The hallucinations seem to affect all of my senses, but they only rarely happen as long as I'm busy... As long as I keep working, they don't come as often... Don't tell anyone, I'm not getting sent to a mental ward."

"What gaming genre do you prefer to play when feeding your addiction?"

"I like third-person shooters and MMOs, but my favorite genres are Visual Novels and JRPGs. JRPGs especially, they keep me busy grinding and not focusing on my... 'condition'."

"Share some of your history with me."

"Alright. I'm going to give you the abridged version, since I don't want to spend the next couple hours writing up my life story. My dad raised me for as long as I can remember, I'm an only child, and my mom was apparently a drug addict my social worker father tried to help. Nobody knows where she is now, and I honestly don't really care. I grew up pretty normal all things considered. I was home schooled, and my grades weren't the best, but dad was proud of me at least. He got me a computer at 8, and he was even the person that introduced me to games and anime. Every night we finished dinner we would always clean up as quick as possible, before racing to our PCs and duking it out in some game. We argue a lot over the stupidest stuff, like what games were better than their competition, or the message that people put into their games and movies (I don't care what he says, "Magical Girl Cooking Conquest" is a series with deep themes about religion and the human spirit). My life continued with this sort of melancholy, until I got into an... accident at the age of 17.

I had just got my learners, and was driving down the road at... 2 AM? It's hard to remember. Moral is, I was pretty tired at the time, and didn't notice the truck that was speeding down the opposing lane. I continued, not noticing him refuse to halt for the red light. He probably thought he could run it since there was only a few people around, and my headlights were off... Next thing I remember, I was blind in a hospital bed. I could only panic briefly before the doctor managed to explain it to me though - I was in a horrible car accident, and was almost certainly going to die. My only option was an experimental surgery using nano machines, which mt father hastily agreed to. I made a nearly miraculous recovery, and with only temporary blindness as my eyes recovered. Grateful thatmy lack of eyesight was only gone for a few days, I spent most of my time listening to the news - Oil running extremly low, some advancements in solar energy, people crying about the state of the world. Same as always. When the bandages came off, everything was made of bubbles... Not joking, it was like the entire room was made of soap bubbles, even the features on the doctor's face.

I made sure not to let anyone know what I saw - I knew that they would lock me up in a crazy person's hospital, they'd use me as a guinea pig to figure out what went wrong with their surgery. I wasn't going to let that happen. I was kept in the hospital for the next few days, and slowly, my hallucinations became more distorted. I saw the world as vines, flesh, candy, some TRON-style hologram, and as time went on, more of my senses seemed to be affected. When I looked it up later, it seemed that sight played an integral role in interpreting the other senses. I never told a soul, and my strange behavior at random times caused me to get sent to a psychologist. I lied about my problem, only saying that I sometimes saw things that weren't there, to which he simply responded 'stress'. Guy is a total hack...

Anyways, I quickly learned how to avoid my disorder - When I'm busy, it rarely happens. Hell, I can probably count the number of times it happened while I was focusing on one hand. So, I became more productive. My grades quickly improved as studying was a more attractive option than seeing non-existent spiders crawl from my toilet and chase me. I quickly progressed in my gaming, and I even have a pretty big reputation on some of the MMOs I play. Despite everything I did, however, nights were always godawful. I just had to try and sleep, even when I feel something rub against my face in an empty room. Anyways, I eventually 'graduated' my home schooling, and dad used his connections to get me a pretty comfy job as an insurance agent. I have to talk to clients sometimes, but besides that, I enjoy it. I moved out at 20, and started saving money - after all, I wanted to retire young and spend my time gaming. I had mostly gotten comfortable with my condition, but sleep was still hell. Eventually, I found your email, and I decided to take a look after seeing you describe your game."

"Your strengths?"

"I'm able to work on nearly anything, no matter how mind numbing, for hours on end. Additionally, I'm able to maximize efficiency of things pretty easily. Management games, while not very fun, are incredibly easy for me thanks to this. Finally, I have a basic knowledge of human physiology and a proficient understanding of psychology thanks to years of studying possible causes for my condition."

"Your fears and weaknesses?"

"I don't feel comfortable telling you, but hey, I already told you my biggest secret. I have an extremely hard time communicating with other people directly. I can talk over voice chat and stuff, but looking them face-to-face ain't happening. Additionally, I'm almost always extremely tired from lack of sleep and insomnia. I'm pretty afraid of the dark, but most of all, I'm terrified of my condition worsening. I've seen some god awful stuff, and the longest time an episode has gone on was just over 15 hours... If I have to go through something like that for even longer, I'm not sure if I could take it. I'm not used to creative thinking, however, and strategy games aren't my cup of tea."

"What role do you play in your games?"

"Usually healer, since no one wants to play them. If not healer, tank is also pretty common."

"What do you hope to gain by participating in my game?"

"I'm looking to just have some fun. My life is all work, and I want to try and cut loose a little bit. If I can help someone do a study while doing that, so be it."

A dull thunk, and Brents vision immediatly began to fade.

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

@Crimmy
I'd also like to be a pilot, but I would probably be fine with most roles. 5 is ideal for components. Attack-wise, gotta go with the classic - Punching is already cool, punching with a GIANT ROBOT is only cooler.

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The heavily bruised Gankona quickly reached over, plucking the two cigarettes from Karada's hand and lighting the pair with Karada's outstretched lighter. Normally a grumble of annoyance would escape his throat, but considering his current condition, he honestly didn't feel up to the disgusting sticks of tobacco he handed off to Gank. After taking a puff and breathing out, Gankona responded to Karada.

"Did some shit, got hit by some shit, learned some shit. Really, it was mostly me getting into shit. How' bout you?
How did your little fight go?"

"I think I did pretty good for the most part, besides fucking up my leg."

Karada nodded down to the bloody bandages around his leg, before Gankona began to question him.

"Wait, what the hell is your quirk anyways?"

Karada leaned his head back against the gym building, the sounds of the fight going on inside barely registering in his ringing ears. Most people considered it rude to directly talk about another person's quirk - most were obvious, and it would be like asking about a person's kidneys or genitals. It was just something you don't usually do. Karada had that hammered into him ever since he was 4 - after all, what rich business man would want his kid to ask someone something so crude? But maybe that was what was so enjoyable about Gank - he seemed to not care about social status or proper conduct, he just said what was on his mind. Karada enjoyed that - he didn't have to second guess his actions around the goat boy.

"Well, whenever I'm not moving, I can't get hur-"

Gankona seemed to buckle over slightly, and a slight crackling permeated his voicee as he cut Karada off.

"Alright, cool, not moving. Great quirk. Oh, shit. Ok, I need to do something or I'm gonna die. I swear. Holy... ahg..."

Karada didn't question him as he rose up from his sitting position and made his way to the cafeteria, calling out as he did so. Karada could see that he was bruised, and the bleeding nose sure as hell didn't look good. He would have told Gank to throw some ice on the wounds, but doing that would just make him prideful and he would refuse to do it. Karada knew that - after all, he would do the same. Karada continued to wait, until eventually Lorken, massive figure and all, appeared with the final student. He then began his directions, telling the small group that they would be given rooms in the basement should they wish, and they were free to use any facilities as they saw fit. And with that, he turned, allowing the students to do as they wished. Before he got far, however, Karada had limped his way in front of the man, cutting off his way back to the school house.

"Excuse me sir, but could you give me directions to the nurses office -"

Karada gently tapped his bandaged leg.

"You cut me pretty deep, and I was planning to stitch it up soon."

After receiving directions, Karada tried (and unsuccessfully) to hide his limp as he made his way towards the nurses office.

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Karada entered the room soon afterwards, arms filled with disinfectant and thread. The room was, like the rest of the house, fancy and ancient. It looked as if it came from a gilded age, and was taken care of very well. The room itself was large, only slightly smaller than his room at his old house. The carpet and bed reeked with the scent of age, like a library, and the desk near the corner of the room was made with a very fine wood, which Karada could not identify at a glance. The bed was standard, not like the queen-sized one he had at his old home. But then again, his door had a lock, so just that was a godsend for the Karada. Setting himself down on the chair next to the desk, Karada laid down the medical supplies. He had gone to the nurses office and, noticing no one present, simply decided to take the items he needed. After all, Lorken said that they were allowed to use the facilities here as they saw fit. Karada slowly locked his door, before he began to strip off his ruined pants - hopefully, there would be a uniform or something in the closet. Opening the wound revealed the terrible job his barely conscious self did - the wound was a furious red, and the occasional prodding elicited blood from the fleshy maw. Karada gently dabbed some disinfectant onto cotton balls, before he went about sanitizing the wound.

The pain was astounding, but nothing he wasn't expecting. He had dealt with wounds before, this was just worse than usual. Nothing he couldn't handle. After applying a liberal amount of disinfectant, Karada shakily grabbed the small needle and thread and, with several failed attempts, successfully tied the barely visible thread around the needles head. Karada immediately took some of the pain medication that he brought along with him - nothing nearly strong enough to make him not feel the pain of stitching up his wound. After all, he didn't want to fuck up his leg any worse than it already was, and he had a hard enough time of staying concentrated with the searing pain in his head. Several minutes passed as Karada allowed the medicine to work, and he felt the pain grow slightly duller, nowhere near as blinding as before. Gently, with surprising precision, Karada slid the needle through his flesh, suturing the wound. Finally, after what felt like an eternity (30 minutes), Karada was finished: his leg was in a far better condition. Given time, it would eventually return to normal. Karada sighed, sweat pouring down his body as he did so. The experience was godawful, to say the least. Rising shakily to his feat, Karada was careful to put as little pressure as possible onto his leg, and made his way to the closet. As he opened it, his suspicions were confirmed - inside, several neat school uniforms were hanging by hooks, ready to be worn. Karada dressed slowly, and made his way to the bathroom.

Inside the bathroom, Karada locked the door and proceeded to take a "Shower" - essentially, he washed his entire body with water and soap, except the stitches. He wasn't stupid, and knew that getting the suture wet was simply begging for infection. After drying himself carefully and inspecting the wound, Karada redressed and made his way to the cafeteria. He almost definitely had a concussion, so he would probably be able to find some caffeine and a meal to keep him awake.

Palladium Academy (Another Superpowered Highschool)

Will try and get a post up tomorrow.

Work has kept me busy, post will be up Friday.

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

Interested

Darkness in the Light

Samuel Dukes, The Healer

Already, the trip back to his home town had payed off - Samuel had discovered an old acquaintance, had found lodging for Percy, and was already on his first adventure! Despite Timothy's suspicious nature, Samuel was completely oblivious to his disposition, and had eagerly joined with the others who had agreed to help. After all, they ll seemed like nice people, and Samuel had already gone about memorizing all of their names - their was Brann, who seemed to be a bit of a jokester. While Samuel was by no means the funniest guy around, he felt like he had a good pun or two up his sleeve, and he certainly knew that a good joke was all that was needed to lighten up people's moods. Cassian was a little unsocial, and he was very pale and underweight - Samuel felt that he must have had it rough. Oh well, the boy was very calm, and a calming atmosphere was always appreciated when away from home! Samuel had gone to the bathroom midway through his introduction, and it made him feel slightly guilty - what if he had missed something important? Next was Reggie. Reggie was an Orc, and Samuel had always heard horror stories of their violence, but you shouldn't judge a book by it's cover! He wasn't that violent at all - a little on the cold side, but keeping to yourself isn't necessarily a bad thing. He kept his drink close by and, while Samuel didn't approve of the devil's nectar, some people needed it. He wasn't one to judge - that was the lord's job.

The armored swordsman seemed a little jarring at first, but he was quickly revealed to be a just man - after all, simply talking to him revealed his nature. He must have been either a professional adventurer, or a very cautious man, since Samuel had not sen him remove his armor once since he had met Seth. Oh well, the two were sure to get along! Next was Kriellii... Keirielli...

Next was Kri! She had a tough name to pronounce, and no matter how hard he tried, Samuel simply couldn't do it... Hopefully, she wouldn't mind if he used a nickname! Samuel didn't really no much about her, besides the fact that she was a very tall and... somewhat sadistic woman... Well, she probably needs a friend! After all, people can act very differently if they have no one that cares for them. If Samuel became her friend, she'd probably be a lot nicer! After all, everyone could use a friend. No one knows that better than Samuel... Syfa was one of his favorite acquaintances - She was very nice, and seemed to be positively brimming with youthfulness. She was almost like a ray of sunshine, condensed into the goat-like shape of a satyr. Above all, though, Samuel was delighted to see the wooden flute strapped to her side - he positively adored music! Anyways, next was Penelope - Or, as Samuel preferred, Penny. Having another holy magic user was comforting to know, considering it was by far the best magic - and since she was a paladin, maybe she also worshiped the lord? Even if she didn't, she was clearly chosen by him, evident by her proficiency with holy magic, and that was more than enough for Samuel to tell that they would be close friends. Finally, Ninty was a tall elven woman who seemed fairly head strong. Samuel preferred a more "live-and-let-live" lifestyle, but to each their own. She has a bow, so she's probably a good shot. Hopefully she won't ask him if he wants any meat from a kill - people always looked at him funny when he explained his vegetarianism.

The journey was fairly calm in the beginning, and the group was already making good progress - of course, Samuel probably could have been farther along if he had brought Percy and the wagon. But Samuel knew that Percy wasn't strong enough to carry the lot of them, and riding in the wagon alone would be horribly rude. So, Percy was left in one of the Cities stables. The group seemed fairly close, or close enough considering they were mostly strangers. Timothy led them, towards the ruins that were far from the city they all came from. The others joked with one another, keeping up the mood, and Samuel simple enjoyed the company.

“Anyone care to share?”

Brann held out his flask in front of him, allowing the few remaining drops to quiver on the lid, before reluctantly falling to the dry ground below. Samuel began to move closer, before Syfa raced forwards and, with a twirl, handed off her flask to Brann. Ah, that was very nice of her!, Samuel thought to himself. That was one of the reasons he decided to make the first portrait of her - she was very nice, and would probably enjoy it the most. Of course, Samuel planned on giving everyone a portrait, but he really wanted to take his time with them. Normally, he could make one in a day and it would look rather nice, but this portrait was nearly complete and took just under 3. It looked, in Samuel's opinion, fantastic. Brann began to drink from the flask he was presented, so Samuel decided to stay near the back of the group, occasionally shivering slightly in the cold. Besides that, observing the surroundings was something Samuel enjoyed - the sky was clear, a crisp blue with that contrasted beautifully with the green ground. Taking a mental image, Samuel temporarily wondered if he should put the portraits on hold to draw the landscape, but decided against it. After all, it would seem rude to draw a portrait for one of your friends and then immediately do something else. So, with renewed vigor, Samuel followed the group, content to remain silent while they talked among each other.