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Mass Effect: Underworld

@Rithy Shhh... Cerberus is technically a secret society. Don't give away all our secrets.

Mass Effect: Underworld

@Rithy Just a place I'm putting up unfinished first drafts for peer review. I have trouble formulating full endings, so I'm asking RPG for concept help, and more stories.

EDIT: Love the edit. A perfect response to Ellis' creepy laughter.

Pens and Swords (PV's literature dump)

I HAVE SO MUCH TROUBLE FORMING FILLER TEXT.

Pens and Swords (PV's literature dump)

So, playing with idea of cosmic entites, particularly ones of an extradimensional nature. Thus far, I've created a crinoid-esque entity that takes over organics, and is made entirely of thought, of aether, that I like to call the Captivator.

Mass Effect: Underworld

@Rithy By the way, the "mines-entryway-compound- BLOW 'EM NOW" was quoted from Anderson. Those are just the only parts Ellis could decipher over the noise.

Ellis didn't say that, he just thought it was funny.

Oh, and if anyone is interested in reading/critiquing (please help me) my first drafts, it's all here: Pens and Swords

Pens and Swords (PV's literature dump)

Aaaaaand, here we go, for that idea.

Pens and Swords

Pens and Swords

Short Story, Thriller

Paul Sheldon. Age 38. Height: 6'2". Weight: 246 lbs. Occupation: Author. Genre: Horror/Thriller. Notable Works: The Clock's Hands, Captain's Wafers, Sadism is a Virtue.

Paul's coffee had gone cold. Once it was a Caramel Macchiato, crafted in a five hundred dollar machine, steamed with so much milk, it was practically a latte. Now, it sat, forgotten, neglected, the smell less reminiscent of a high-end coffee shop, than it was of a cheap bar, reminding Paul's sensitive nose of cigarettes, shots of cheap whiskey, and cheaper beer. It smelled like oak countertops, with connecting names carved into it, like "Valerie loves Steve" and, on the opposite end of the spectrum, painstakingly engraved outlines of dicks.

Paul's twelve hundred page manuscript sat, single spaced, on the corner of his old pine desk. The desk was little more than a table, but what it lacked in drawer space, it made up for with its sheer majesty. Each time he sat in his swiveling brown leather armchair, he got the distinct impression that Castro may have felt the same way, the same sense of smugness, particularly after the Bay of Pigs debacle.

The story was simple, but carried complex overtones. It was the tale of a woman, obsessed with the idea of sexual bondage and torture. She pressed her husband further and further, until he finally agreed to bind her before they made love. But he suffered a fatal heart attack, leaving the woman tied to the bed, with nothing but a corpse and her thoughts to keep her company.

He himself was close to cardiac arrest, his habits urging him to partake each morning in a breakfast of three eggs, whipped with whole milk, seasoned with salt and pepper, and fried in butter, in combination with fat English sausages, crispy strips of aromatic bacon, fried potatoes, less hashbrowns than stubby home fries, and several slices of toast, with copious amounts of butter and jam. Naturally, he always felt very good about breakfast. After all, why shouldn't the 'most important meal of the day' be comprised entirely of 'soul food'?

Despite his love for breakfast, his body disagreed heavily, and had packed on forty pounds in the last six months. Paul had seen his newfound authorship career a blessing, and had quit his old job as a diner cook, to pursue his passions. Unfortunately, one of his passions was bacon, and so, as the clock struck one o' clock P.M., he strolled into the kitchen of his New York studio apartment, and selected a tomato, smooth and flawless, for a BLT.

However, as he tugged at the handle of his refrigerator, he recalled a single, awful fact: he was out of lettuce.

I mean, bacon is meat, right? , he thought, so, all I really need to add is a green veggie, and a carb, right?

Right. He assured himself.

Still a work in progress. If anyone has ideas for any of my stories, please, HELP ME.

Pens and Swords (PV's literature dump)

New Idea: A story in which the primary characters are authors, gifted with the ability to control minds through their literature. It becomes a blood sport, novice writers challenging famous authors for glory, using the masses as their weapons.

The potential for genre fiction being an impressive weapon is intriguing.

Mass Effect: Underworld

@Rithy Except for the prisoners that ran off... Oh dear.

Ravnica: A Magic RP

@JaceBeleren I think I forgot to mention my intentions for Pavara's cutlass. Basically, it's an artifact equipment with a "tap an equal amount of mana as the spell you you're countering costs"

Or, on second thought, could it be a free "Tap= counter target spell with converted mana cost of 1"?

In summation, I wanted a small spell counter for the first round, just for a little surefire self defense.

Ravnica: A Magic RP

@Ryougu I used to run three DeadBridge Chants and full scavenge. If you keep it up with Elixir of Immortality, preferably 4 of them, your opponent will be hard pressed to outlast you, particularly if you keep Treasured find on hand for emergencies. Then again, I also ran a 95 card deck, to protect myself from mill decks.

In the end, though, what you really want for Golgari is Corpsejack menace. Pump up your Corpsejack until he's nigh invincible, then drop Jarad and use his ability to sacrifice your massive Corpsejack. You can kill everyone at the same time, no matter how overwhelmed you are.

Bonus points if your corpsejack has a Vial of Poison and a Fireshrieker

EDIT: If you added Deadbridge chant to your CS, it would likely be a really cool gradual summon, like a slow Zombie Apocalypse, so She wouldn't have to expend so much mana, and still be able to get a creature out every turn.