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11/18/09 05:39 pm - Why Henchmen are Cool

10/30/09 11:15 am - [Halloween One-Shot] No More Room in Hell...

Re-posted here for those who might not have joined the forum yet. I only did it this morning.

Metropolis City, Mid-August - Superman Day.
"This is Snapper Carr reporting live from the streets of Metropolis where the 'Blimpiac' is about to round the corner. There's Wonder Woman looking lovely as ever, we think the Flash left to help in Tokyo, he shouldn't be gone long folks. The man of the hour himself is tossing something down to the crowd. Oh right, it's candy of course. As for the weather it's another warm day here in - hey, what's that? Larry, up there. See it? Is it a bird - OH F-"

When the debris settled, everyone was dead. The League, the second-stringers who happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time and every last man woman and child. All dead from a mysterious blast. Their flesh was seared, accelerated decomposition already setting in. What made it worse was the fact that despite being dead, they were still moving.

Luckily you were nowhere near the parade. You were too small, too unimportant and most of all, far too incarcerated. You're not the Joker or Darkseid, you're the Other Guys. Sure you've got powers but taking over the world is a mug's game.

Anyway, it's been a couple of hours since the guards to your cells left and it doesn't look like they're coming back. Outside it's a world of gods and monsters and somewhere, presumably, is a way out of this insanity. Have fun.

Hey folks, the setting is the world of DC Comics and the system will be the stellar Mutants and Masterminds. You'll be playing the lower-end of the criminal scum bracket who were lucky enough to be in lockup when the supers started craving brains. Where you go from there is up to you! I will be bringing along a pile of pre-gens so you don't need to worry about knowing the system though I'm going to try and make them as customisable as possible.

10/26/09 08:50 am - From the Dept. of Memetics: Eeeevil!

Yoinked from [info]bodybag_pilgrim

So many, if not all, of the characters we play are good men and women at heart. But in another world, where something went wrong, they become nightmares.

What's their story?

I've narrowed it down to the characters I'm currently playing and worryingly most of them end up completely out of their gourd in a Mirror Universe. Though only a few of them would have goatees.

Karkus Drex from [info]doctorpalpatine's Star Wars: Old Republic game

It was night when the Sith rained fire on Felucia. Masses of burnt flesh that used to be your friend begging for mercy, for an end. I gave it to them. Quicker than the end I gave the Sith anyway. They never saw me unless I wanted them to. Soldiers thought I was some kind of ghost come to haunt them. In alot of ways they weren't wrong. I'm dead but so are they. Nobody is innocent, everyone is weak. It was once my duty to protect but there's nothing left to watch over. Only ashes.

Jerek Ashthorne from [info]westslide's Game of Thrones game.

Poison is for amateurs in my opinion. Someone dies of a mysterious ailment and everyone starts looking for answers. A split lance during a tourney however raises considerably fewer eyebrows. Another problem with murder is that doing it once gives you a taste for it. Enough suitors meet an unfortunate end and people soon lose interest. You have to understand, I did it out of love. Love for my house and my sister. To think I used to consider myself the lesser man, beneath even that dolt and all I needed was to reach out and take what should have been mine to begin with. Do not expect any regret from me before you kick that stool out from beneath. Many will call me 'kinslayer' but history will record that I saved my house. You'll see.

Tepet 'Darius' Saventis from [info]madfae's Exalted game.

So, another one of you have come to my hall with promises to end the vile 'undead menace' but you can't hear the whispering can you? I do, every moment of every day. Through the daylight and every night. It shows me things. Things like how a child sounds at the exact moment the last of its blood is sucked away. Or perhaps a hundred secrets of a thousand dead adulterers. It's worse when I dream. So much worse. I tell myself that I'm still dreaming. That I'll wake up and she'll still be alive and won't hate me anymore but the whispers keep reminding me. I want you to do it but they won't let me! When you pass over...tell her that I'm sorry.  

Felix Bastion from Obsidian Arcana.

I used to be like you. I believed that there was something greater than all of us, looking down with kindly eyes and then she was taken from me. Don't bother trying, I've sealed the doors. Feel free to throw yourself from the window though, it will save me some sharpening later. Where is your precious lord now? Oh he's watching alright, waiting for me to send you to him. You and me, we're nothing to them. They look at us like we look at ants. Pelath wants you so he can have you, right down to the last lie-peddling one of you and once I've finished here, I'll send your family after you. It's a mercy, believe me. Nobody should have to live with loss. Nobody should *have* to live at all.

 Maxwell Barrow from Farshores.

Law. Justice. Honour. These are not ideas, they are myths. The only force that ever meant anything is power. Raw, unstoppable, indisputable power and that's power I have. You speak of peace and tranquility and love. Love is a lie, a happy tale designed to lull children to sleep in the hope for a better tomorrow. Love is a treacherous bitch who takes your kindness, hospitality and your vulnerability to spit in your heart and leave you broken. Love almost ended me once but I grew from the pain. Grew beyond the need for affection, for compassion, for weakness. Now take my hand and I shall show you a glorious future. A world where the lies are all burnt away. A world where humanity is something to be overcome.

Baranor from [info]spike369's Lord of the Rings game.

Blood. So much blood. Sweet, thick and red. It's the sweetest treat to taste their fear. Out here where I don't need scepters or your titles to reign. I wear your skins as a cloak and your teeth as trophies. Your bones are my furnishings and your flesh is my game. Here in the the wilds, I saw my real father. Not a bastard but the child of nature am I. You think trees are your fuel? Pah, you know nothing. A day will come where your woods and your stones rise up against you, smashing and pulping. Thorns in your eyes and claws in your children. Then you will learn only it will be too late. The wild was here before you and will still be here as your children's moldering corpses feed hers.

10/20/09 11:01 am - More Answers


 

( verdandielske  )

 

( lucrecia - On my hopes. )

 

( madfae - On Comics )

10/16/09 06:24 pm - 'Cos I don't want to be left out.

"Everyone has things they blog about. Everyone has things they don't blog about. Challenge me out of my comfort zone by telling me something I don't blog about, but you'd like to hear about, and I'll write a post about it."

See, I can be cool too.

10/5/09 10:14 am - Star Wars: Vader's Fist - Trailer

Apologies for the block of text but I can't get the cut working on this computer as I'm posting from work. Anyway as promised, the trailer based on Justin's thoroughly enjoyable one-shot. I hope people like it.

Star Wars: Fightin' 501st - Vader's Fist

[That Damned John Williams Music plays. Yellow text begins to scroll up a familiar starfield.]

It is a period of civil war. Rebel spaceships, striking from a hidden base, have won their first victory against the evil Galactic Empire. During the battle, Rebel spies managed to steal secret plans to the Empire's ultimate weapon, the Death Star, an armored space station with enough power to destroy an entire planet.

Pursued by the Empire's sinister agents, Princess Leia races home aboard her starship, custodian of the stolen plans that can save her people and restore freedom to the galaxy...

[Music stops with a ripping noise. Screen blacks out.]

HARPY

That's about the point everything went to Sith.

[Screen flashes as the Tantive airlock is breeched. Princess Leia stands with a squad of Rebel troopers aboard the Tantive as per the beginning of New Hope, blasting into the smoke. Blaster fire replies from offscreen and cut down her squad, leaving her standing defiantly. The smoke clears revealing the 501st.]

HARPY

[Muffled] Surrender!

[Leia shoots the huge stormtrooper in the chest. Silence falls and nobody else moves. MEATSHIELD looks down for a long beat and then looks back up]
 

MEATSHIELD

Bitch, please.

[MEATSHIELD punches Leia out.]

[As the blow makes contact, cut to TIE fighters screaming past a dustbowl planet. Camera quickly pans in through atmosphere as the voiceover continues, eventually coming to rest on a column of Stormtroopers in formation, obviously training.]

KARRAK

Banthaspawn, welcome to the Fightin' Five oh First.

[MEATSHIELD, HARPY, DEADEYE, BRICKHOUSE, SQUADDIE and PATCHES stand in a line with KARRAK addressing the new troops. They are dressed in stormtrooper armor without their helmets, all the better to tell the difference. A banner with the company logo flaps behind them in the desert winds.]

KARRAK

You are here because somebody thinks you have what it takes. I think somebody doesn't know shit.

[Cut to a hovel somewhere, PATCHES shooting a pleading woman with a blaster pistol, her body tumbling slowly down the stairs. Time slows as the camera pans around before we zoom into the whites of her upturned eyes, seared gunshot wound on her head viscerally visible.]

KARRAK [walking the line]

You think you were brought her for training? Wrong. You were brought here to be broken. You were brought here to be remade. 

[Cut to YOUNG HARPY with a black eye and torn uniform. She is surrounded by jeering cadets with one before her, pointing to his crotch and leering. Sound slowly mutes, leaving only a slow heartbeat as YOUNG HARPY launches herself at the LEERING CADET, driving a knee between his legs with eye watering force and clamping her teeth around his neck, droplets cascading through the air in slow motion.]

KARRAK

The 501st are colder than space and harder than a rancor skull. You will be dropped into the very worst conflicts the galaxy has to offer and you will learn to love it.

[Cut to a firestorm sweeping across a jungle world, an landed aircraft being stormed by Republic troops. Imperial and Republic corpses litter the field, the occasional explosion going off in the background. MEATSHIELD and DEADEYE stand back to back, mowing them down by the dozen as the camera circles around the vehicle. A bolt from MEATSHIELD'S cannon sends a trooper flipping towards the camera, staying in the blackout for a moment.]

KARRAK

Make no mistake, we are the elite. We are the monster under the bed those socialist scum fear.

[Cut to a frenzied BRICKHOUSE screaming and smashing someone's head into a bar counter repeatedly. We see the action as if we were beneath the table, the victim's skull being bounced off the screen. Over the wet thuds and psychotic screaming, the Mos Eisley Cantina music plays.]

KARRAK

You will be tested. 

[Cut to DEADEYE leaping from a collapsing walkway, barely catching the other side as the hangar beneath explosively collapses into space. He screams.]

KARRAK

You will be taught that limits are for other people. 

[MEATSHIELD in a darkened bunkroom, sat on the end of a sparse metal bunk. In one had he has a pistol and in the other a photograph we cannot see. The shadows hide his face.]

KARRAK

And you will be made to suffer so that every Rebel you meet will suffer a hundred times more.
 

[Scenes flash past. YOUNG KARRAK taking a lightsaber to the face, the stroke following through to lens flare the screen. HARPY screaming as she pulls a knife from her leg and drives it into the soldier behind her, the arterial spray flashing the screen briefly red. REPUBLIC SOLDIER on his knees in a verdant field, PATCHES laying out a series of vicious looking tools. MEATSHIELD taking a chunk of shrapnel to the chest before the explosion envelops the screen.]

KARRAK
Compassion is for the weak and mercy for the stupid. We are Vader's Fist. 

[Sound of boots stamping to attention and the title logo fades in to the Imperial March.]

Star Wars: 501st - Vader's Fist

They'll beat the Sith out of you.

9/28/09 11:09 pm - Shock! Ctrl-Alt-Del make a funny!

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9/25/09 06:35 pm - One day..

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And then we shall rule as like unto gods!

8/14/09 09:39 pm - Eeeooooooeeeoooooo...

Because everyone should see Mentok the Mindtaker at least once.

7/26/09 01:02 pm - Tim Burton's Alice in Wonderland

I hadn't realised they were this far along but here it is, the first released trailer.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hiPR6kA4_iU

Certainly has a whole American McGee vibe to it and I really like the look of the Cheshire Cat.

7/20/09 05:36 pm - Stuffs for Sale!

Come one, come all! Due to my characteristic economic situation as well as shortly moving house, I'm selling off a load of things to make ends meet and lighten our load in the new place. Please buy whatever takes your fancy, there may be more things as I find them! If you're interested, please leave a comment stating such and when you'd like to come pick it up.

( What's your pleasure, sir? )

6/25/09 11:49 pm - Michael Jackson - RIP?

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/americas/8119951.stm

Several US sources are reporting that he died in hospital. Guess we'll know one way or the other by the time I wake up tomorrow morning.

5/1/09 10:41 pm - You Know You'd Watch It

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tKIjj0v5iLw

3/3/09 03:53 pm - OA - Pelath II: Electric Boogaloo.

More background stuff as I try and get back into the swing of actually writing things.
( Read more... )

2/6/09 09:38 pm - This is Operation Mindfuck!

I don't know how but I want to include this in the next game I run...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fqWjAr-QXfQ

1/19/09 12:47 am - Night City Chronicles

( I Believe in David Windham(s) )

9/24/08 08:30 am - Obsidian Arcana - Pelath, the Afterlord.

( The Ashen Texts. )
A rough idea of what I've written so far for the God Of Ends. Please forgive any grammar mistakes, I've been writing it at work and thus in a bit of a hurry. There's more to come and of course, all information is pending confirmation from Martin himself. Still here's hoping it makes some interesting reading.

8/23/08 02:46 am - A Learning Experience

1. You can accumulate approximately an Imperial Fucktonne of paper over five years.
2. Aforementioned Fucktonne can remind you of how much of your course you actually forgot.
3. Insomnia is a bitch.
3a. Insomnia with indigestion is a son of a bitch.
4. It's better to light a flamethrower than curse the darkness.
5. Spore is imminent.

8/12/08 01:12 pm - Invincible

OKay, game is running at the normal time and normal place this Wednesday at Nais.
It's been a little while since the last session for one reason or another (there will be a deeper post on such things appearing later) but I'd really like to get the game going again.

Basically, if there's anyone who isn't going to be there this week, leave a comment or something just so I know.

Thank yew.

8/6/08 01:17 pm - Invincible

As a reminder to my intrepid players, there *will* be a session tonight. Normal time, normal place.
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