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That's what I'm saying, it's been a solid week of dead silence.
That's what I'm saying, it's been a solid week of dead silence.
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I've opened art commissions up, anyone who wants relatively cheap art PM me here or on Discord: LeeRoy#8459
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[quote=@Rilla] DID YOU JUST TRY AND CLOTHESLINE ME, YOU LITTLE SHIT [/quote]
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"If you kill a man, you scorn his wife. If you kill his wife, you scorn her child. If you kill her child, you scorn his village. If you kill his village, you scorn the kingdom. If you kill the kingdom you scorn an empire. If you kill an empire, then who is left?"
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From heavenly figure of beauty to an image of godly wrath, Virtuoso's flecks of light that had been thrown from his body grew into corona of light that resembled lightning and spears. They rotated around his body at his will, the wind that flew through the bladed tips of these spears of light made an almost musical tone that rang loud and vicious through the air. More and more of these spears, almost a hundred of these were flecked around his body in a geometric spiral pattern.
Two layers of spears placed just so they could all angle down and towards a circular zone around and including Cee Fatalis just below. If this woman wished to play with creation, Virtuoso would show her the pinnacle of creation. For only one material need be played with among gods, the material light that he forges all of his weaponry from. If she didn't fear him now, she would soon as he unleashed his heavenly wrath upon her.
It stormed downwards in sequence, starting at the nearest and furthest simultaneously. They rocketed downwards from the spiral, each one falling after the last. It formed an almost drill shape as they spun towards her location. The machine didn't care how many illusions she cast upon herself, it wouldn't matter if he obliterated the very ground she stood upon as well as herself. So too did he believe it wouldn't matter, as he remembered quite clearly where she had been standing. That shield held aloft over her head was a problem, but not so much of a problem as to cripple his offensive.
As each and every spear fell, so too did Virtuoso descend. But not towards Cee, no, but away. After reaching his peak and stopping himself, he had nothing but potential energy. Potential is the perfect state of energy, as it can be used to do anything.
Something like this.
With a dive assisted by directing every single one of his boosters upwards as well as angling his face and arms down towards the ship that Cee had been standing on, Virtuoso descended towards the flat metal surface of the derelict vessel. While Cee is distracted with the falling storm of death, Virtuoso was more occupied with a much more devious plan. Perhaps she would lose sight of him during the blinding storm of light, perhaps she would pursue him.
Whatever the case, Virtuoso slammed into the ship with his blades extended before him. With an almost invisibly fast motion, his body spun and he bored cleanly through the hull of the ship and into the inner workings.
Cee would never know what hit her.
Two layers of spears placed just so they could all angle down and towards a circular zone around and including Cee Fatalis just below. If this woman wished to play with creation, Virtuoso would show her the pinnacle of creation. For only one material need be played with among gods, the material light that he forges all of his weaponry from. If she didn't fear him now, she would soon as he unleashed his heavenly wrath upon her.
It stormed downwards in sequence, starting at the nearest and furthest simultaneously. They rocketed downwards from the spiral, each one falling after the last. It formed an almost drill shape as they spun towards her location. The machine didn't care how many illusions she cast upon herself, it wouldn't matter if he obliterated the very ground she stood upon as well as herself. So too did he believe it wouldn't matter, as he remembered quite clearly where she had been standing. That shield held aloft over her head was a problem, but not so much of a problem as to cripple his offensive.
As each and every spear fell, so too did Virtuoso descend. But not towards Cee, no, but away. After reaching his peak and stopping himself, he had nothing but potential energy. Potential is the perfect state of energy, as it can be used to do anything.
Something like this.
With a dive assisted by directing every single one of his boosters upwards as well as angling his face and arms down towards the ship that Cee had been standing on, Virtuoso descended towards the flat metal surface of the derelict vessel. While Cee is distracted with the falling storm of death, Virtuoso was more occupied with a much more devious plan. Perhaps she would lose sight of him during the blinding storm of light, perhaps she would pursue him.
Whatever the case, Virtuoso slammed into the ship with his blades extended before him. With an almost invisibly fast motion, his body spun and he bored cleanly through the hull of the ship and into the inner workings.
Cee would never know what hit her.
@Doc Doctor
He was like an assault on the very concept of normalcy, this Gonad, a man who threw caution to the wind in favor of. . .
Something.
LeeRoy was no master martial artist or even particularly strong, but to see a warrior go out of his way. No, not just go out of his way, but to outright defy logic to continue fighting LeeRoy might have been some sort of odd compliment. Alternatively, Gonad's just batshit insane and LeeRoy's putting way too much thought into trying to analyze an absurdist situation.
He stood once more, backing himself up to put at least a little distance between himself and this man. With shaking hands he turned his wrists and patted himself down with the back of his hands. Avoiding the burning implements on the underside, trying in vain to push some of the blood that had sprayed from his mouth off of the front of his suit.
So too did he cough slightly to clear his throat of blood and teeth, to his mild surprise it worked perfectly. A clump of saliva, teeth and blood was flung from his mouth and to the floor. He would have smiled if his face weren't numb and swelling from the growing bruises and lumps from just two of Gonad's punches.
Any witty banter to throw at him?
If I find a way to psychologically punch you, please tell me, I'm going to be focused on doing that for the next few weeks.
Sure thing buck-o.
With ragged breathing and a fucked up face, LeeRoy didn't look much better than Gonad's legs. His body was fine but pain really does sap energy from you, and gods be damned Gonad was strong. Even with his pain tolerance he was left almost shaking with discomfort and pain, Gonad was probably among the top five or six people who have ever punched his face in.
Maybe LeeRoy would get lucky, considering three out of those five or six people are dead now. Two of which are entirely his doing, so maybe Gonad will be added to the list of really strong corpses.
With a deep nasal breath and a short cough to clear his throat again, LeeRoy raised his fists to his chin again. It was a mistake to try and talk, because it came out horribly. "Thry me toupgh guy."
Ew, dude don't talk. Seriously you sound like a congested Steve Urkel.
He was like an assault on the very concept of normalcy, this Gonad, a man who threw caution to the wind in favor of. . .
Something.
LeeRoy was no master martial artist or even particularly strong, but to see a warrior go out of his way. No, not just go out of his way, but to outright defy logic to continue fighting LeeRoy might have been some sort of odd compliment. Alternatively, Gonad's just batshit insane and LeeRoy's putting way too much thought into trying to analyze an absurdist situation.
He stood once more, backing himself up to put at least a little distance between himself and this man. With shaking hands he turned his wrists and patted himself down with the back of his hands. Avoiding the burning implements on the underside, trying in vain to push some of the blood that had sprayed from his mouth off of the front of his suit.
So too did he cough slightly to clear his throat of blood and teeth, to his mild surprise it worked perfectly. A clump of saliva, teeth and blood was flung from his mouth and to the floor. He would have smiled if his face weren't numb and swelling from the growing bruises and lumps from just two of Gonad's punches.
Any witty banter to throw at him?
If I find a way to psychologically punch you, please tell me, I'm going to be focused on doing that for the next few weeks.
Sure thing buck-o.
With ragged breathing and a fucked up face, LeeRoy didn't look much better than Gonad's legs. His body was fine but pain really does sap energy from you, and gods be damned Gonad was strong. Even with his pain tolerance he was left almost shaking with discomfort and pain, Gonad was probably among the top five or six people who have ever punched his face in.
Maybe LeeRoy would get lucky, considering three out of those five or six people are dead now. Two of which are entirely his doing, so maybe Gonad will be added to the list of really strong corpses.
With a deep nasal breath and a short cough to clear his throat again, LeeRoy raised his fists to his chin again. It was a mistake to try and talk, because it came out horribly. "Thry me toupgh guy."
Ew, dude don't talk. Seriously you sound like a congested Steve Urkel.
The Claymation Christmas movies are the only good Christmas movies. Movies such as the Miser Brother's Christmas and the like.
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Kickin' Chicken Run
Kickin' Chicken Run
@DLL Got my post planned out, I'll probably have it up tomorrow or the next day.
@ImportantNobody
I haven't the slightest clue what your setting is about bro, tbqh. No offense but I don't really follow anyone but like, @MelonHead's lore or universe. So I don't really know about your mythos or anything.
I haven't the slightest clue what your setting is about bro, tbqh. No offense but I don't really follow anyone but like, @MelonHead's lore or universe. So I don't really know about your mythos or anything.
@MilkMan You ever gonna get around to posting anywhere, my friend?
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@Holy Soldier You never got around to actually posting your character sheet.
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@Holy Soldier You never got around to actually posting your character sheet.
@ImportantNobody
I've already got Pundambayan established as a language, even a social taboo where Sharp vowel sounds are limited to names and names alone. It is also limited to three syllables at most with no words being longer than that.
I've also got an alphabet too.
I've already got Pundambayan established as a language, even a social taboo where Sharp vowel sounds are limited to names and names alone. It is also limited to three syllables at most with no words being longer than that.
I've also got an alphabet too.
Just in case nobody noticed it's @Negatomsks turn to post, then @Enki
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