LISTEN UP, YOU SORRY EXCUSES FOR WARRIORS. I DO NOT KNOW WHAT HTIS 'BLOGGING' CRAZE IS, BUT I KNOW IT'S NOT SOMETHING A MAN SHOULD BE ENGAGED IN, LIKE WRITING THINGS THAT ARE NOT LETTERS OR GETTING HAIRCUTS. NOW THEN, I HAVE BEEN ASSIGNED HERE TO LET YOU KNOW THAT, FOR ONCE, VALVE HAS NOT LET US DOWN AND DONE SOMETHING GOOD FOR ONCE BY FIXING THE DROP SYSTEM. I DO NOT KNOW WHAT THE **** I JUST SAID MEANT, BUT I DO KNOW IT WAS NOT ABOUT DEFENDING HILLS OR GETTING HAIRCUTS OR EATING SOUP. NOW DROP
Yarr, The Inco'erence is as follows.
The Incoherence (inco for now) Is a large Caravel, salvaged from a shipyard and with her masts removed. Instead, she is supported bellow a large, armoured envelope from a blimp. Forpropulsion, the rotors of four Skikorsky S-64 Skycranes have been mounted on reinforced beams so they can rotate to provide horizontal or vertical motion.
Arrgh, th's be a lass af'er me own 'eart, mate.
GALI MISTIKA
Hailing from a truly endless ocean, Gali's a lady of action, no longer one solely focussed on quiet diplomacy. Clad in her signature brown leather coat, she phrases her wordings carefully to ensnare her foes, trapping htem into her workings. However, if her arguements fail to work, her more loudmouthed compatriots, a Nynrah single-shot flintlock, a Nynrah blunderbuss, her hooked hand and her awe-invoking cutlass, will be more than
MORE STEAMPUNK. MORE BALROGS. (Tahu comes from a Steampunk universe)
TAHU MISTIKA
When you're a 14-foot mass of lava, brass, steel, and steam, what do you really need masks for? Tahu, after an accident in his adaptive armour turned him into a constantly shifting mass of metal and molten rock, has turned his glowing back on all his usual tools, perferring instead to carry with him an archaic, steam-powered gattling gun, its steam tank nestled soundly inside his bulk, and a sword handle that e
Go back in time.
Give Gavrilo Princip a sandwich after he tries to kill Archduke Ferdinand so he doesn't go get one himself at a resturaunt the archduke passes by.
And then knock him out after he finishes it.
Unfortunately, I could only build Onua since the rest of the Karda Nuva are torn apart or not owned by me. Kopaka's from a Van Helsing/Assassain's Creed-esque universe.
KOPAKA PHANTOKA
Colder than ever, Kopaka is deeply untrusting of his new allies, perferring to spend most of his time alone. He never sleeps, always just staring out into emptyness through the mangled remains of his face and mask. He wields a Midak crossbow and a triangular Katar. His armour seems to glow a dull red under dir
So I had an idea for a fic where six alternate versions of the Karda Nui Nuva team up. Never gonna happen, but here's Onua's description. Onua comes from a darker version of the MU, possibly even a noir version.
ONUA MISTIKA.
Fueled solely by thoughts of revenge for the murder of the rest of his team, Onua has turned himself into a veritable tank. His left arm has heavy upper armour and he carries a massive Inferno war shield in his left hand, capable of spraying fire at his foes. He also ca
CREW LIST
Captain: Xaeraz
First First Mate: E
Second First Mate: DX
Second Mate: Sakaru
Cook: Ghost Rider
Armourer: Lluvio
Deckhands:
OFFICIAL JOB DUTIES
Captain: Preside over the ship, maintain the ship's content, determine destinations.
First First Mate: Handle Starboard heavy gunport, Act as second-in-command, order deckhands.
Second First Mate: Handle Port heavy gunport, Act as second-in-command, order deckhands.
Second Mate: Handle Rear heavy gunport, assist First Mates.
Cook
Yargh, I be needin' one of each of th' follwin' on me crew.
I be needin':
-A Firs' Mate.
-A Secon' Mate.
-A Ship's Cook (Knowledge of gas laws is a requirement. You may need to use a stove outside the pressurized/inside an unpressurized hull in emergencies.)
-An Armourer
And some deckhands.
FIRST MATE HAS BEEN DOUBLE-TAKEN, SO HAS ARMOURER, SECOND MATE, AND COOK
Arrgh, I be Cap'n Xaeraz, of th' HMS Incoherence, as it be spelled proper like. O' course, I be pronouncin' it "Haytch Emm Ess In-co-ear-enss", arrgh.
BUT ENOUGH OF THIS LUBBER SPEAK. I be "Bloggin' " here to be askin' ye all a question. Have any o' ye lain eyes on good men fer me crew? I be aimin' to be sailing from port in 'bout 9 er so days, argh. And I be needin' a crew fer then. So apply, then, if ye be willin' to be joinin' me crew in thes' skies 'bout 'ere.
(I'm changing my name to
