Kant_Lavar

Hm. I wonder if I can get Modern Samurai through his last half level by then...

(With my ADD with games lately, probably not.)

*comes stomping in wearing Brotherhood of Steel power armor and carrying a laser rifle*

Yes, I've been playing a lot of Fallout: New Vegas lately. Sad part is I haven't beaten it yet.

Needs moar explosions. And moar giant robots to cause them.

Because, after all...

YOU! DIG! GIANT ROBOTS!

I! DIG! GIANT ROBOTS!

WE! DIG! GIANT ROBOTS!

CHICKS! DIG! GIANT ROBOTS!

Wonder what would happen were I to throw Belle Liberty into the mix...



Also, HAI DEEBS!

You mean he's found his...


(Dear God, I hope there are a few people around who still remember that joke - from the forums, not from TWOK. >.>)

True. And apparently I was just in a nuked thread - I was seeing how much Drama(TM) had been gathered by the "AMERICAN LEGION ARE CHEATURZ!" topic, and apparently in between reading the first page and heading for the second, it got nuked.

So... now I'm radioactive, I guess. Now to discover what my superpower will be.

...

...

Nope. Not telekinesis. My sammich-making stuff is still in the kitchen.

Guh. Been working through Mass Effect 1 so I can play Mass Effect 2 properly, since I traded in my 360 copies and downloaded them via Steam onto my PC.

And now, tonight, Halo Reach will suck my life away. I can't decide if this is a good thing or a bad thing.

Strengths
I write well, I've been RPing in games, via email, and on message boards for years, and I like to think I'm fairly creative.

Weaknesses
This is a huge one. I cannot break into someone else's RP. For an example - I'm playing STO, standing around in Quark's Bar on Deep Space Nine, and there are a good number of other folks standing around and chatting, RPing merrily away. I... sit there and do nothing. Because, for whatever reason, I can't help but feel that it would be rude, IC and OOC, to break into a stranger's conversation. And I do it all the time. Gemini Park, Pocket D, the Prancing Pony, wherever. It doesn't help that the few times I've tried to slip into a conversation I usually get ignored, or at most told to go away, sometimes in rather rude terms. So finding RP is, for me, an exercise.

D'oh. Totally forgot this, between finding out this morning that my brother was doing his birthday dinner today, and then Michigan beating Notre Dame (M GO BLUE!) ... *facepalm*

My cats traditionally don't bother me much when I'm on the computer, unless that's to claw at my legs (which can be just trying to climb up to flop across my chest, or simply drawing my attention to feed their majesties, depending on the time). Sassy also hates cameras, and I don't really have any good shots of him, but when I was packing for Dragon*Con last year...



But I suppose that's understandable, considering that he's a Battlestar Galactica fan.

Modern Samurai snapped to with a start, as he heard the door to his apartment open. Not exactly an uncommon occurrence in Paragon City, to be sure, but living in an apartment building in the relatively upscale "Steel Canyon" district, normal burglars weren't likely. And to be honest, it wasn't the opening door that awoke him, so much as the earbug tied to his computer sounding an alert tone, telling him that someone had opened his door, and their fingerprints didn't match any known registered hero, authorized individual, or governmental agent.

Pulling his Impervium-strengthened blade from its sheath with nary a sound, the underwear-clad superhero padded quietly to the closed doorway to his bedroom, listening for the intruders. A few brief whispers - military-style commands, from the cadences - were all he heard, save only for the quiet tread of boot soles on the ground and the occasional rattle of combat harnesses. Most likely it was the Malta Group - he'd been foiling several of their plans lately, including one to try and smuggle another Kronos-class Titan through the sewer network to Atlas Park, there to wreak havoc on City Hall and the newer heroes that tended to cluster around the area, looking for temporary (or not-so-temporary) teammates.

He felt more than heard someone testing his bedroom door to see if it were locked, and he took that as his cue to kick the door open, slamming it into the Malta trooper behind it - their gear was unmistakable, both in its shade as well as its configuration. A quick katana slice went through the suppressed submachine gun the trooper carried - in passing, Modern Samurai noted it was a Fabrique Nationale P90 - and Modern followed the strike up with another to the trooper's helmeted head with the flat of the blade, knocking him unconscious.

Slicing the weapon in two might have seemed like an odd move, but Modern Samurai was no Jedi, despite sometimes seeming to have the attitudes of one. He couldn't deflect the bullets in midair without an insane amount of luck, so instead of parrying the shots, he parried the weapon. Regardless, both strikes had their intended effect, and the first Malta trooper was down.

Modern dived behind his couch as the other four individuals in the room - two Gunslingers, an Engineer, and a Sapper - all opened up with their own weapons. The Engineer was carrying a P90 as well, the Sapper was using his stun weapon, and the Gunslingers each had their customized pair of pistols. Modern kept moving, knowing that the P90, at least, would cut through the furniture easily, and more than likely the heavier, if slower, slugs from the pistols would as well.

But for all the lead streaming at him, it wasn't the Engineer or the Gunslingers that worried him - it was the Sapper. The energy weapons Malta Sappers carried were designed to dampen the nervous system in a target, essentially draining their energy. It was possible to kill with it - though in Paragon, at least, the city Mediport system would be able to remove and revive any hero or innocent bystander whose strength got that low, but for superheroes, it had the added effect of dampening their powers - regardless of origin. A hero so affected by a Sapper would find that it took much more effort to use their abilities, and thus would quickly weaken them for other Malta agents to take down. The one weakness Sappers had was that their equipment was fragile, almost notoriously so.

And so, Modern Samurai quickly changed direction and leaped over the couch in a dazzling display of acrobatics - or what would have been, if anyone besides those in combat had seen it - and bashed his blade into the back-mounted energy unit Sappers utilized. It was a precisely-aimed blow, and it had the desired effect. Namely, the power cell overloaded and unleashed a powerful blast of its peculiar endurance-draining energy - right into the Malta operative wearing it.

The man crumpled to the ground noiselessly, and Modern Samurai grinned. He was between his attackers and the door, and he'd taken on hundreds like the ones before him without breaking a sweat. Of course, moving into a new apartment, one Malta hadn't identified as belonging to one of their superhuman adversaries, wouldn't be as much fun as this would...

I must admit, I've been re-watching some Doctor Who and have been toying with the idea of rolling a mastermind that is something like the last remnants of a division similar to UNIT on Praetorian Earth. Or perhaps just one last solo agent as a DP/something blaster.

I must admit... I wish there were back options more than capes and wings - because I'd totally have a blaster of some sort geared like a Ghostbuster tucked away for this time of year.

That's a toughie. I think Modern Samurai would look rather more like a Jedi Knight than an actual samurai. Robes torn, holed, dirtied up, looking like he's been fighting on the front lines of the Clone Wars for months, but still ready to kick some butt.

Belle Liberty... I'm honestly not sure. Probably heavily influenced by the Valkyrie set in the costume creator, I'd imagine, and again, beat to hell, but still strong and vital.

I have real trouble playing anything other than scrappers or brutes - I feel way too squishy for a superhero, or, in the case of the tank, I don't feel like I'm doing as much damage as I should be.

I am trying to run a Dominator, though I suspect I'll end up screwing it up horribly with no clear idea on a Dominator's supposed "role" in a team and trying to play it too much like a scrapper.

*does an inspection flyby in his X-wing of the Rookery*

*sensors detect an ambushing VexXxa*

*sends a message to the Calamari Star Cruiser Liberty to get backup and a Storm Unit assault transport out here*

Modern Samurai: Molossus from Batman Begins

Belle Liberty: Main Titles from Green Lantern: First Flight

Vague, unnamed, half-formed power armor concept character: Chicks Dig Giant Robots from Megas XLR

Well, I blame you guys for making it impossible for me to play WoW in the first place. I used a buddy's trial key, figured "what the hell, I'll give it a shot." A couple days in, I asked a question in the help channel. I can't remember what it was, but knowing me, I don't think it was a stupid one - I tend to try and answer them via Google first, anyway. Well, when all I got was "lol n00b l2p" and the like, without even one serious attempt to answer my question or even give a hint to the answer, I decided to uninstall and come back to Virtue.