Let's Henshin!

Tyler and Raz co-hosting Runescape with Icarus. I might be able to dig it. Although my first advice would again be to get used to Playing in the OTC before running a game.

Day IV: Goodnight Mooom The next morning the village was fed up, Mr. Quisoves was still alive and he had always struck them as a rather shady fellow. So they all resolved to do the logical thing, kill him of course. Thus even as the Matoran protested his innocence, the other villagers continued to ferry him away to the gallows, resolving to kill this man by whatever means necessary. As he stood there, overlooking the angry mob of villager, while the kind executioner waited patiently, Quisoves realized that this was to be his end. This was the pain of being perpetually innocent, but Quisoves would not let his legacy end in his death. No, the man resolved to be a martyr to the end, and with his death he would inspire the village to bring down the mafia. He was not about to let them win, no he was Quisoves Potoo descendant of a proud family legacy, Quisoves Potoo would not be killed for no reason. So the man opened his mouth, to speak forth his glorious ideals, "MOOOM!" Wait, that wasn't what he meant to say, it was then that he realized the horrendous truth, he was ascending to the next stage of his evolution. Quisoves smiled, he was finally becoming a Potoo. His head was cut off a moment later. Quisoves, Matoran, lynched. I do want to apologize for my recent tardiness, the school year is wrapping up for me so things have become a lot busier. I'll hopefully be more on track after next week.

Lies, you just want to further your post count. New Players = New Characters = New Interactions = More Posts

IC: Silvanni All that anticipation for something that wasn't even that shiny, still I could probably have some level of fun with something I could adjust the size of. For now though, it was time to get out, no use in suffering a karmic fate by staying in the same place we just destroyed. "Sudrec, it's time you drove us home," I commanded as I leaped aboard the vessel. The USS Sudrec was heading out, loot in tow. Now I just needed to figure out the best use for this oversized children's tool.

IC: Silvanni "Dibs!"

Name: Etov Eht Species: Walking Stick Power/Weapon 1: Transformation: Etov's first power is the ability to switch between stick form and Toa form. Power/Weapon 2: The People's Voice: As a representative of the people, Etov is able to establish mental "chatrooms" thereby allowing it to communicate with others without being overheard. Only two rooms can be set up at a time and each room can have a maximum of ten characters in it. Power/Weapon 3: Role Call: Etov has long been privy to dark secrets, and thus has the ability to instantly analyze and discover the powers and weaknesses of people he sees. Appearance: Etov normally appears as just a normal stick with a brown bag hanging from the end. The stick, while relatively long, is not rather intricate. It appears to be made out of a rich mahogany wood, but it's durability proves to be on par with most metal sticks. Etov is unsure whether this is a result of not being made out of mahogany or whether it was the Watcher's meddling. However, when not in the obviously superior stick form, Etov appears as a generic, if somewhat lanky, brown Toa. The bag normally found hanging from the end of the stick, now appears over the Toa's head with two slots cut out for the eyes. Other than the bag, there is nothing abnormal regarding Etov's appearance. Biography: Etov was one an average stick lying in the middle of the forest, but that all changed when the Mafia attacked. It wasn't long after, that a mysterious being known only as the Watcher picked up Etov to be his stick. This is the moment that Etov's considers to be its birth. Accompanying this being on his travels, Etov saw a world of bloodshed. Every day and night, Etov would see villagers and mafia engage in petty feuds that only served to perpetuate an ongoing cycle of violence. In addition Etov found itself dismayed at the faith of the nulls, and while it may have been relegated to forever observe in this particular universe, the cries of the nulls did not fall on deaf ears. At each village Etov would collect the spirits of the nulls in its bag and later release them to the wild. Not long after Llun was noticed by the tournament organizers, did they notice that Etov would make for an interesting combatant as well, and thus the stick found itself in a new realm where it was no longer a mere observer. Personality: Etov have a wooden personality, indeed the being has been called a stick in the mud. Rather bland from its years of merely observing, Etov rarely engages in combative action, preferring instead to observe and comment. That said Etov will take action at things it perceives as foolish, this includes mindless violence, oppression, hatred, and other sins Etov saw committed by the village. Etov's voice is also rather dispassionate and it is rare to discover any traces of emotion within it. Finally Etov prefers to serve as a weapon for others instead of itself.

If it's only a week, maybe we could bring back Training and Testing? Or whatever it was called.

IC: Silvanni Satisfied with a job well done, and yes neets, that's how you do actual work. Find yourself a job and be as awesome as me. Well that last part might be difficult, but please do try and stop being so boring. Anyway, satisfied with my work, I told the others to wait a little bit behind while I quickly ran up to the spawn, of course I still had Aeila's shield with me just in case some misfortune arose. Not that anything stood a chance of getting in our way considering that everyone else was long go. Anyway, upon my illustrious arrival, I did the most logical thing for the situation. I kicked the spawn. "Hey, is this thing on? I want something shiny."

And that's perfectly okay, but in order to ensure everyone has to opportunity to have fun we do have to keep some semblance of power levels in mind. It's a learning process mate, the approval process is a part of that experimentation, so don't let a rejection have you just set aside. Instead find a reasonable way to adjust for whatever problems there are, if you find that difficult feel free to ask for help. In other news, where's my Judgement Dragon?

Cordak = Spiced up with Bionicle words. Can I spice things up with the Judgement Cannon. If not, can I just have Judgement Dragon. The salt would be tasty.

IC: Malik I'm done. I'm just gonna go sleep in my room.

The Nulls are taking their revenge on me.

Whoops, Vox was killed by Mafia. That was a typo on my part.

Oh hey. I died already. Cool.

Night IV: Midnight Stroll Perplexed and Voxumo were enjoying a casual night stroll together, the reason for these two particular matoran hanging out together was a little unclear, in fact it left me a little perplexed myself. I apologize, the Watcher shouldn't be making such casual bad puns, I'm supposed to be impartial, not swayed by petty jokes that can make me skip a beat. Regardless, Perplexed and Voxumo were enjoying their stroll when trouble appeared before them. This particular trouble was a cloaked being, Mafia no doubt, and the Guardian Toa standing tall. It wasn't long before the two noticed one another, and before either one could shout dibs, both Voxumo and Perplexed started running. Frantically, the Toa and the Mafian pursued, and in their haste they mentioned to kill both Matoran. The Toa had sliced Perplexed clean in two, while the Mafian had fired a shot straight through Voxumo's head. Perplexed, Matoran, killed by Toa Voxumo, Mimic, Killed by Mafia With the dirty work done, the Mafian and the Toa exchanged a look of a confusion, something hadn't exactly gone as planned, but now was not the time to dwell on it and so the two departed. Suspect List: Slider of Slikanolo Toa Chuck Quisoves DarkCloud Pulse ToaKapura1234

Sigh... Lew, can't you just come up with your own ideas and back them up via research instead of the conjecture of another guy? Or you know, realize that we're not even discussing the practicality of mechs right now, but just pointing out the sheer power of a cordak autocannon.

You guys do remember what a normal autocannon did to Blindside right? Too soon?

Capable of independent tracking... RIP in peace life. Let's not forget that Cordaks are red so they'll also go 3 times faster.

IC: Silvanni So my plan worked quite spectacularly if you ask me, although the hands above had to spend an annoying amount of time bickering about dumb things and overall just delaying my fun. I hate those people I really do, but that's neither here nor there, and I'm positive that enough of people have listened to this dumb conversation already so let's leave all that behind. Like the Accell Song, the guy's a great Rider. In other news my eyes that scouring the sky had recently taken note of an assailant in the air, cloaking magic being quite visible to my trusty eyes. Well to be honest, it wasn't entirely confirmed that she was an assailant, but I at least knew she wasn't one of us, and because the motto of better safe than sorry was still in play, I had Aeila give me her shield the moment I saw the threat, I also Uah'd her, just because I wanted to try out this nifty new mask, and because we needed all the help we could get when dealing with someone that high up. Speak of the devil she was now charging up an attack, and my trusty eyes immediately gave me the trajectory. I got my shield into the proper position, only took about a second, and then told Aeila to make it immovable. Sure enough a second later a laser fired from the sky straight at my now immovable shield. Now here's a fun little science lesson for all you viewers at home. See lasers, upon contact with a reflective surface, such as metal, do partially what might be implied by term reflective. Yes neet, they get reflected. Of course the more astute little neets might be wondering why they can then burn through metallic surfaces, and that has to do with the fact that only a certain amount of the laser gets reflected and rest is absorbed as heat which will rapidly burn through the object. However, then pray tell, what happens when the metal in question is immovable, if it can't burn through, then the object is perfectly capable of a reflecting at least a fraction of that laser's energy. Now, for one final science experiment, what happens when a guy who can see the trajectory of magic, takes note and positions that object to be capable of reflecting directly back to where it was shot from? This world might be a bit lenient on speed, but I figure a laser is still fast enough that if it went straight back it'd at least graze the caster. Keep in mind that this is a caster whose defenses have already been weakened. Personally I'd say it's just like playing billiards.

Yeah sorry. Been dealing with a bunch of stuff. I should have it done tonight.

tiragath confirmed for best girl Quick waifu her before it's too late.

If I may be so blunt. There really isn't any way you could have prepared for this. It's an ambush that no one knew was coming, fired from a location none of them can see, any attempt to prepare in advance is flat out metagaming. The only real reason it's such an effective ambush is because we successfully pooled powers in a way that isn't possible fighting individually. That's the beauty of strategy. The fact that it's a jam changes nothing, there would have been no way to have reacted to an approach or individual attack posts without it being metagaming. Rather than protest that fact, just get creative yourself, there's many ways to take a team with as many heavy hitters as Kopen's work together in very powerful combos.

IC: Silvanni and His Merry (Wo)Men So I know the hands above want to make this some sort of a jam, but I’ll be honest, not a fan of being shut out like that. So I’m staying in first person. Eat it neets. So anyway I copied Ezezko, sent him off, bla bla blah, you get the gist of it. This new mask was an interesting one to be sure. Alright, the other hand should probably start typing now, so I’ll just back away, but rest assured dear readers, I’ll be back soon enough. “Lady Shiru wants us to focus on Blindside Army.” Aeila stated to the Strike Team leader, regarding the Vortixx with her hands clasped behind her back. “You are already, of course, familiar with the squadron makeup.” “What, yeah, yeah, I am.” I responded, see I told you neets I’d be back soon, but yeah we’ve got a plan worked through and now I get the honor of implementing it. “We’ve got our big buddy Sudrec, Astaer the friendly ghost, little Miss Unstoppable, and me the one and only Shopkeeper A. Noroi wants us knocking out Blindside right?” I asked, although I already knew the answer, this is just formality and social etiquette something neets like you wouldn’t understand. “Yes.” In case you couldn’t tell, that was miss Aeila’s eloquent response, the hand above is being lazy. Again. Anyway, with that piece of formality out of the way, I asked the thing I was actually a little curious about, namely, “Are they any other complications we need to take care of before we arrive at the Sphinx to get our riddle?” “We will be passing by the center of the Arena. There is a high probability that enemy forces will be endeavoring to obtain the Special Weapons that spawn there, so we may encounter some resistance from those enemies, if they are indeed present.” “Ah but I wanted the shiny toys. I’m guessing we’re supposed to murder them to enjoy the Toy R Us? Fine by me, you’re the one who can’t be stopped right, and we have the big walking tank with guns, and little old me who can see all weak points. Do you see what I’m getting at here?” “...” The ancient warrior paused, looking around at the faces around her, and then at the large machine situated adjacent. Her eyes took in every detail, and lit up in realization. “... This machine can function as a ranged platform, and a speedy one at that. And even if its armaments are not initially sufficient… Yes, we could likely eliminate any targets in the center area on our way to Blindside territory.” “Yup, and your friendly neighbourhood Silvanniman will take note of any structural and magical defenses. My eyes are pretty handy after all.” With a wave of my hand, I gathered together Team Kansas, by the way I’m calling this maneuver Operation Dust in the Wind, and grinned as we all got aboard the USS Sudrec. “Now here’s the plan ladies and gentlemen,” I began in my rather illustrious general voice, I see why Heroes get such a kick out of leading parties, “Monsieur Sudrec, you sir are not only our illustrious ride in that beautiful insect mode, but you’re also going to be our little sniper. Your gun goes pretty far after all, Madame Aeila will make sure it can’t be stopped and if needed I’ll point out where to aim, Madame Astaer, just sit tight for now, you’ll be needed once we hit the desert, for now enjoy the ride.” With my beautiful and encouraging speech over, the USS Sudrec took off on it’s maiden voyage, and no I don’t care if it’s not actually the maiden voyage, maiden voyage sounds cool so I’m saying it is. It wasn’t long before we started nearing the edge of the jungle and that’s when my ever watching eyes caught sight of something quite beautiful. Well beautiful for us, not so much for any unfortunate souls that may be inside. See this particular dome was rather obstructive if you were trying to look out, my analyzing eyes instantly told me that there were only a few small slits available, slits that I could make sure we weren’t in the line of sight of. There was no way anyone inside would see this attack coming. “Hey Sudrec, I want you to shoot that dome from here, before they’re able to see us or know we’re coming. Aeila, work your magic. Astaer, enjoy the fireworks.” Aeila had been informed, along the way, that the CHME-03 (as it was apparently called) fired 30mm rounds. With this measurement in mind, she had an idea of how truly monstrous the scale of these projectiles was. Sighting the dome, she was not able to make out too many details; she did not need to, however. All she needed to do was concentrate. And as the Linear Assault Rifle, mounted on the CHME’s shoulder in its present insectile configuration, began to fire, she concentrated very hard. Each 30mm slug was imbued with Unstoppable Force, tearing straight towards the dome. That they would tear through and devastate the occupants was a foregone conclusion; no doubt the destruction of the ice and metal would produce shrapnel to wreak further havoc. They had been outside of the line of sight as they approached, hugging the edge of the jungle. Silvanni’s analysis had ensured that fact. And now, projectiles imbued with incalculable force bore down on their position from the CHME’s full range. Survival rate for the occupants would be very low. “Ka-boom baby,” I exclaimed when the hellfire started. After all seeing Sudrec fire his unstoppable bullets was truly a beautiful sight, it almost brought a tear to my eye and I was curious how the ones inside the dome would fare against this unexpected assault. By my calculations the odds were not in their favour. This was the starving activities for them. Oh yeah, I also kept an eye out for any traces of magic approaching, not even an invisible being would get past my eyes. OOC: Strike Team A attacking blindside dome from the edge of the forest.

In other words, we've given them a ton of evidence that's important. Instead of compiling what they know and coming up with a theory to move forward, they've just been investigating every single piece of minutiae.

Super Robot: Over the top unrealistic combat directly fueled by passion and what not. A pilot can literally will his mech to be like Goku even when it's been stabbed clean through. Real Robot: Realistic combat in mechs that follow the laws of the universe pretty well. A pilot in a broken mech is a dead pilot. Super Robot: The power of love will involve a guy a willing himself back to life to avenge his death before passing on the torch. Real Robot: The guy just died. Super Robot: Pierce the heavens Real Robot: Get pierced by bullets. Get it yet?