Duncan_Frost

I downloaded your Summon the Heroes track

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"Every AT that uses the same type of powerset will have those powers proliferated to all the other".

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That evokes the rather wonderful of image of a warehouse full of Longbow being fooled by a guy hiding behind a big shield. Like Snake and his cardboard box.

"Hey, Kyle, do you remember this giant flaming shield being here a minute ago?"

Brilliant work, Doc!

By the way, are you doing requests that were posted in this thread in December too?

I like to use more old-fashioned swearwords.

Like 'Blaggard!'. Or 'Filthy cur!'.

Really gets a team going :3

/jranger

But seriously, the reason you want to take these out is either some minor storyline reason or just because you think it's too hard, as far as I can tell, and we have enough threads whining about the lack of challenge already.

Undead Cowboy moved back, starting to hesitate for the first time, but he seem found his bravado again. "Hah! Guess you've beat me this time, boyo, but you'd better watch your back! I ain't never had a grudge which I ain't settled one way or another!" He picked up his jawbone with Sanguine had punched off and reattached it with a firm click. "Sleep with one eye open, kid!" were his last words before he flickered and teleported away with a bang, sending a small shockwave through the room.

Sanguine's punch had literally knocked off Cowboy's jaw. However, this didn't seem to slow him down much, altough the dark aura that had been gathering around him flickered and died. He leapt forward and teleported in mid air, appearing behind the bar. He swiftly grabbed two bottles and ported again, appearing behind Drake as he was busy tending to the girl and smashing a bottle on either side of his head. "Surprise, boyo! You ain't the only one with a trick or two up his sleeve!"

Undead Cowboy grinned, although it's hard to do anything else if your head is a skull. "Looks like my posse ain't up to scratch fer once! Guess i'll 'ave to take you lot on myself, then!"

He ripped off his tattered and bullethole-ridden clothing, revealing the skeleton underneath. "Now throwin' my own boys at me ain't fair!" he shouted, sliding along the floor beneath the cadavers being launched at him. "You just [censored] me off!" he unleashed a massive spray of toxic green gas over the area, causing any of the people caught inside the cloud to start choking and vomiting helplessly. With astonishing swiftness he sprinted towards Sanguine. His bones began to be surrounded by an awful darkness that hurt the eyes to look at.

"You ain't gettin' outta this bar upright!"

Undead Cowboy let out a piercing whistle, although how he did this without possessing any lips was unclear. His zombie posse stopped their relentless shamble forward and looked back.

"This is gettin' old, boyos! Grab the girl and go! I ain't kidnapped anyone for nearly three days!"

The horde of dead desperados turned and starting to run towards Rachel, their cold undead hands stretched out to stop her escaping. Undead Cowboy started to mix up another greenish ball of slime, muttering to himself as he poured together chemicals seemingly out of nowhere.

The venom from the grenade burst all over the zombies as they continued their laughing rampage, sizzling as it ate away at ragged clothes and dry flesh. A couple of zombies collapsed as their legs were melted away, then their struggles ceased as the hail of bullets shattered their skulls. Most of the other zombies walked through the lead storm as if it were a strong wind, moving closer and closer to Drake as they were riddled with bulletholes.

Several bullets passed through Undead Cowboy, although none hit his skeletal form. More importantly (to Cowboy anyway) a bullet shattered the bottle of whiskey, just as he was taking a swig from it. He looked up at Drake and laughed. "Guess you're feelin' lucky then!" With that, he wound up and tossed a greenish concoction at the Arachnos operative. "I hope you enjoy yer paralysis, boyo," Cowboy taunted as the ball flew towards its target, "because my posse certainly will!"

A sudden loud bang echoed through the bar as the door was knocked off its hinges and Undead Cowboy stepped through, surrounded by his undead posse.

He cracked open his skeletal jaw and roared, "Well lookie this! We got us a good ol' fashioned bar brawl! C'mon boys, let's show 'em how it's done!"

With that, the zombies and Lich flowed forward, beating down the civilians in their way as they headed towards the super-powered battle going on in the middle of the bar. Undead Cowboy glanced to his side and spotted an unbroken bottle of whiskey laying on it's side, which he promptly picked up. He leaned on the doorjamb and watched the fight, occasionally taking a swig of alchohol.

Personally i'm a fan of Inv/SS, but that's just because my only tank i've managed to get past level 6 is that.

It's an incredible feeling to stand in the middle of 3 spawn's worth of +6 Freakshow with Unstoppable and Rage running, their attacks doing single-digits worth of damage while you knock a Freak Tank sky-high with KO Blow.

Every five minutes, every turret respawns.

I believe the trick is to damage every turret to near-death, then destroy one, wait for it to respawn then destroy all the others.

Has anyone even tried sending in new tips?

Blame me, I noticed him in game and directed him to the thread.

When I stalked a Warshade through several miles of Siren's as he flew around, then stood next to him and danced when he landed.

Then he spotted me. Not a pretty result.

Previously I just played solo until a stray invite came my way.

However, since joining the Sals Badgehunters channel, i've discovered a love for TFs and SFs. Quick levelling, fun story, they're a blast!

Could this possibly be a jab of some kind against a certain poster on these forums?

Clearly this is genius!

If it's not competitive it doesn't need to be balanced.

It'd be like stopping you from using a certain weapon in a single-player game because other people hadn't got it yet.

For Supa Afro Gangsta - Sex Machine by James Brown. Just fits my concept of him perfectly

For Buck the Troll - Seven Nation Army - White Stripes. It kind of represents all the prejudice and racial hate he has to get through to serve as a hero. And, of course, the hordes of criminals whose attacks he shrugs off...

For Undead Cowboy - Thriller by Michael Jackson. 'nuff said :3

Oh, forgot to mention, my character's name is Undead Cowboy.

These are all awesome. Could you do one for me?

Picture here.

Buck smiled. "Don't mind if I do.." he took a stick and popped it into his mouth. "I do believe I heard some conservation about a bar. Any paticular establishment in mind?"

Buck pushed his way into the crack, his huge frame barely fitting through the narrow gap. Eventually, he managed to squeeze through, but not before the gap had gained several more inches of clearance.