For fans than refuse to stop watching WWE even though it's well past its glory days.

My input to this thread is pending until I OFFICIALLY watch WWE Elimination Chamber.


P.s. Screw you Karl Jak!!

Drop you favorite moments of DA here and discuss them. I'll go first, one of my favorites was the Easter Egg with Mijorn. There was so much action and so many characters involved, it was pure badassery!

Character name: Triest

Character source: Original

Character history: Triest lived most of his life, that is up until this point, on a planet dominated by deserts and the relics of civilizations long past. Someone had affectionately named the planet Canvas, as it sometimes looked like a giant blank canvas, often featureless, with only a few landmarks along the way. Triest was a scavenger. Well, he wouldn't call himself that certainly, but for the most part he was. He was travelling alone. Most companions didn't last, or quickly parted ways. They all seemed to have goals in mind, but Triest wasn't sure what he was looking for quite yet.

On one of two fateful days, he was exploring a laboratory. At first it was fine, mostly useless junk and trinkets, but the system still had a working defense system, which he triggered. Gas flooded through the room, and he managed to escape after inhaling a lethal dose of the stuff. Desperate to survive, he grabbed one of the experimental serums in the neighboring room, one that was conveniently labeled "cure" and injected himself with it. What he didn't know was that the vial was a failed experiment, and that it contained a cocktail of mutagens. Specifically one of a local indigenous spider. The lab was trying to combat a type of toxic gas used by various militant groups back when civilization still stood. To their credit, the cure worked. On the downside, it left one as a hybrid of a spider and a human. Incredibly so. Now effectively an outcast, he really was alone. Not many loved the idea of mutants, especially since most of their minds were also taken.

Eventually, on a second fateful day, he had uncovered another facility. This one was smaller, and from what he could tell, not a lab. Instead oddly, a long elevator shaft lead deep within the planet's crust. This shaft lead to a very long and dimly lit hallway with an empty frame on the opposite end. A small red shiny button was positioned next to it. How could he resist?

Push.

And then Triest suddenly found himself being dragged into a very bright portal.

Physical Description: Triest has had his genes spliced with that of a spider. His entire body is covered with a chitinous carapace, which in turn, is covered with black fur. His hands only have two fingers and a thumb, and his feet only have two toes. Four back limbs grow out from his back, which are quite sharp, almost like a blade. He wears goggles he found over his four red blinking eyes to help protect against the sandstorms of his home, as well as some torn brown fabric he wrapped around his upper body.

Stats:
ATK: 2
DEF: 3
SPD: 3
TEC: 2

Starting Proficiencies:
Physical Strength - 1000 OM
Ranged Proficiency - 1000 OM

Starting Powers:
Master Acrobat - 400 OM
Jumping, Basic - 300 OM

(I didn't find climbing, but I think that would make sense if he could easily scale surfaces and cling to them. 600 OM maybe?)

Starting Moves:
Double-Barreled Shotgun (Ranged Proficiency) - 300 OM
A very powerful weapon, that is easy to use in close-quarters, but loses effectiveness quickly with range, and requires to be reloaded after one shot, as both barrels are unloaded. Can be used while moving. The way Triest uses it, he tries to get all of the pellets to hit a single target.

Spider Limbs (Physical Strength) - 900 OM
Four sharp limbs on his back can be used to either slash or puncture an opponent as a basic attack. They can also be used to buffet opponents away from him to gain space. Finally they can be used to pin opponents, which then allows Triest to wail on them.



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- Don't be a Diva

So we had a discussion about this in the chat at some point, and now I'm curious too, so...Anybody here play the Endless games? (Endless Space, Endless Legend, Dungeon of the Endless) If so, feel free to discuss 'em and hey, maybe we can set up a few games. I personally have all three, but I don't play Space. It'd be a pleasure to play DotE or EL with you guys though. Necrophage or git gud scrubs

So I'm an old man fuddy duddy and do not watch anime. There are a lot of anime characters on this site but I have no idea what their source material is. Also there are OCs that do not explicitly state anywhere, except their joining post, that they are indeed OCs.

To make it easier to place characters, I suggest adding a field into the character profile called 'Source' that says where the character's show/game/book is from, or just 'Original Character' if that is the case.

Alright so I've been compiling a little list of game mechanic questions/observations I've thought of since I joined up. A lot of these I think I already know the answers to, but I'd like confirmation or clarification. Thanks!


1 - I know that adding disadvantages to normal moves makes them more powerful or useful. I.E. putting in a chargeup time makes a move hit harder, or adding area of effect makes it not hit as hard. Is there any point in putting in disadvantages to super moves considering they all run off the same mechanics when they clash with other super moves? From my understanding all super moves (excluding utility moves) are roughly around the the same "strength" and the only difference between them are RP differences.

2 - Can burst movement be used in other ways than just dashing? Could you use it to punch faster than you normally could or maybe activate it and kick off someone to do more damage?

3 - Can you use integration to integrate yourself into a liquid? Such as integrating into a stream and reforming miles downstream? If that is the case could you carry a vial of water on your person at all times and effectively use it as a poor man's disassemble?

4 - I know mimic can allow you to copy powers as well, but could you mimic weird powers like survival and telepathy?

5 - What happens if you use disassemble and your constituent pieces get scattered far away? Could someone use a jar and gather up a chunk of you to stop you from reforming?

6 - It says that using phasing for too long will force you to pass out, I'm assuming you are automatically kicked out of phasing if you lose consciousness?

7 - If I activate phasing and them occupy the same place as someone/something and turn phasing off what happens?

8 - Does enhanced senses/ foresight work if you are blinded/deafened? Furthermore does having suppression stop someone from predicting your moves with foresight?

9 - It says that regen is more effective the higher DEF you have, but than it says that the conversion rate is 1 sp per 1 dmg would having high DEF increase this rate or no?

Sorry if any of these are answered in the rules, I did a re-read-through of the rules and think most of these are unanswered.

I'm ready to join the game but I have a question about the physical description. Can my physical description simply be pictures?

Okay, as you all know, I'm an indecisive bastard, and most of you know I have been planning on making Ruby Rose from RWBY as my alt. However, today (as I was having a wondrous hot shower), I had a brainstorm. I was thinking about how nice it'd be to RP as Ken Kaneki from Tokyo Ghoul. I just seriously don't know which one to pick, so I need you guys' opinions.

(ONE DAY AFTER THE EXTRACTION OF DR. GEARS)

Dr. McNinja slowly came to. He was pretty damn sure he had three legs or something. Maybe that was an arm. Honestly, he couldn’t be sure. There was a firm weight on the small of his back.

“Dammit, Gordito…” Dr. McNinja grumbled, “What did I say about waking me up?”

Dr. McNinja wondered why he was saying this. He soon realized it was because he had delivered a supine roundhouse kick at what appeared to be the remains of a rabbit on a tree trunk.

“Oh, I get it,” Dr. McNinja thought, “The rabbit’s splattered on the tree because I kicked it there.”

He walked over to the rabbit and stooped over to look at it closely. Blood, brains, guts everywhere. McNinja thought he saw a rib pointing out of somewhere. Prooooobably dead.

“Sorry, bunny,” Dr. McNinja winced.

He stood up straight and stretched his back. It took him a few minutes to realize he probably shouldn’t have woken up in a damn forest in the first place.

“Wait,” he thought, “I shouldn’t have woken up in a damn forest in the first place.”

Nice going, doc.

He whirled around and saw the swirling purple tide that had suspended itself vertically. A portal, McNinja assumed. A time port-

Then it all came to him. Omni. Flying turtles. Charles Gears. More flying turtles. Darkseid.

Darkseid.

Dr. McNinja was now fully awake. Coherence rebuilt itself. Well, clearly it didn’t, because that sentence just made no sense. Dr. McNinja hopped lightly onto a tree and listened out for any sounds of danger. He got… way too many. He heard crickets chirp, and not in the awkward silence way, because this place was very far from silent. Birds were tweeting all around him, crying out their glorified form of booty call like they always do. Monkeys, somewhere? Shimmering noises, too, although in McNinja’s experience, that was probably going to be noteworthy in some way. A thousand rivers must have been flowing through the ground, like veins. With a great deal of effort, (the least Omni could do was let McNinja keep his super-senses!) Dr. McNinja managed to isolate the noises he was looking for.

Grunts. Groans. Snarls. Clinks. (?) Grunts.

“Oh good, I think I landed in a Tolkien book,” Dr. McNinja muttered.

He had heard what sounded like a whole troop of grunty-snorty thingies. They were speaking a language, clearly, because the noises they made to each other sounded like call-and-response. Maybe even a work song? That would explain the clinking he heard, those might be chains and shackles. Slaves?

“You wish,” the voice in his head chuckled.

“Yeah, no, those are weapons,” Dr. McNinja admitted.

He hopped silently, attempting to move closer to the noise. Several times, he wasn’t sure if he was going the right direction, because his hearing wasn’t exact anymore, (“Dammit, Omni,” he cursed) but eventually he landed on a branch overlooking the troop he was thinking of.

“I swear to God, we’re only missing a Frodo,” Dr. McNinja scowled.

In front of him was a legion of at least 20 orcs or goblins. He never understood the difference. Point is, there were a lot of generic fantasy baddies. They were, for the most part, shaded like an avocado that was left in the sun for one too many years. Their ears were clearly meant to be pointy, but they were shriveled and grimy, much like, well, an avocado that was left in the sun for one too many years. As a matter of fact, he saw a lot of similarities between these orcs and rotten avocados. That probably said something about their hygiene. Two of the orcs, sweating entire waterfalls, were dragging a small wooden cart. There was a wriggling potato sack. What a cliché kidnapped person. It was too cliché. McNinja almost wanted to punch out these orcs just for doing something so unoriginal.

Doc rubbed the handle of his katana. On the other hand, considering how much weaker he was in the Omniverse, he was not looking forward to another fight. He didn’t even have most of his weapons: just a katana and a flashbang he just figured out how to use. And that took hours of meditation. He needed to get the hang of this Omnilium thing soon, or this was going to cause a lot of problems.

He felt around in his pocket for the flashbang. He had just the one right now. This seemed like a good time to use it, if he were forced to fight. The formation of the troop was rather slipshod, as if they didn’t expect an ambush. That made McNinja’s job a lot easi-

“Meep!”

Clink. Shuffle grunt.

God, even their eyes were like rotten avocados. Now Doc was in the mood for guacamole-

Wait, how come he can see their eyes?

“Mon Dieu! * ” one of the orcs cried.

“Quel imbécile! ** ” another cried.

Dr. McNinja gulped. French-speaking orcs were the worst. They were all staring at him now. He looked to his right. There was a little blue bird-thing that he couldn’t really see because the damn thing flew away he was so screwed-

“Calm down, McNinja,” he thought, “Maybe they can’t see me.”

“Allonsy! *** ” an especially large orc yelled angrily.

“Omelette du fromage! **** ” they all roared at once.

Panicked, Doc could only reply, “I AM NOT AN EGG”

The orcs readied their weapons. Several of them had bows and arrows, but they didn’t even need them. The large orc, who must have been the leader, threw a titanic battleaxe at McNinja. He lightly jumped and dodged it, landing on another branch.

“Nice try,” Dr. McNinja chuckled, “But now you don’t have your weapon.”

The orc replied, "How can you be so sure, monsieur ***** ?"

He reached behind him, pulling another battleaxe out of his loincloth, and chucked that one too. Doc shifted his center of weight slightly to the left, and the 3-meter axe whizzed by within a hair of his face.

“Okay, you cannot have any more in there,” Doc muttered.

"On the contrary, monsieur ****** ..."

The orc’s grin became even wider. Suddenly, his arms started moving in a flash.

Axes.

Everywhere.

“AARAGGHLAGAAH”

Quote:*Oh my God!
**What an imbecile!
***Let's go!
****To battle! (lit. Cheese Omelette)
*****sir.
******sir.

We have evolved beyond your ridiculous names. We have grown stronger, closer. We are something more now.

We are...

Team MESH.



And we will survive this game.