TheSoviet

((Hmm...So is this technically an alternate timeline, or the same world we're all supposedly 'in?'))

((*Runs up to drill line panting*))

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When I first met Devious in game, he pitted me against Schwarzherz' medic. I'm an Empathy Defender and I won. <_<

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Beat Vasquez could beat her. <_<

Right well anyway, I didn't get an impression of godmoding at all, Grey. He is a tanker, ya know. And yeah...ya pretty much nailed them. >_>

((Zeal: *Reading message in lab*

Drechi: *Gets Nuke temp* Well, men, we have acquired a nuclear device. Firing coordinates suggestions?

Medic: MED SCHOOL!! MED SCHOOOOOL!!!

SpecOps: Paragon's a good choice.

Vasquez: What's it set to now?

Drechi: Just over that hill.

Vasquez: *Click*

*KA-BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!*

Right, got a bit carried away. But excellent story, can't wait for moar!))

The Braaaaaiiiiinnnnssss are too powerful often, yus. Maybe if he wasn't /poison, if he was /traps or /dark miasma or something, I'd understand some personal leetness.

But mate, I have a /poison too.

And it can debuff you to hell.

But it can't do much else.

And as for the lot of you,

How do you like Drechi/Rulaag/Drechi's Mercs? Are they cool? Professional?

Annoying?

Etc.

Rulaag looked dazed for a moment, but that moment was entirely long enough for the Jounin-like dolls to slam their blades deep into his armor, cutting right through the protective barrier.

Despite immense pain, the Alien only laughed.

"That, fools, was a terrible idea."

There was a sickening cracking noise as green energy began to appear in the wounds of the biological armor, which ended in the release of an Electron Haze, sending the puppets flying off the building.

The Alien, no longer entirely worried about property damage, raised his arms above his head even as the armor slowly began to seal itself together. Radioactive neutrons began to form together in his hands, eventually turning into a gigantic, green blob of power.

"Now you will suffer for your transgressions!!" The Alien shouted as he flung forth the Neutron Bomb at the unfortunate puppets.

((Interesting reading to be found here. Also:

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I must not set them all on fire, I must not set them all on fire...

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I have found a winning quote. Kthx.))

WOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!

EPIC WIN!!!

((LOL NICE ONI DITCH, TERM.))

"I would be forced to believe that this is our target." Rulaag muttered to Ozell, "Engage him now. I will provide support."

Slowly, around the park, haze and fog began to drift in, and soon, there was a light breeze. And then, rapidly, a funnel cloud opened up right on top of the Ninjas, sucking them in and flinging them helter-skelter.

98...4?: If the Druid has transformed into a hawk and will not stop screeching at me, I will not lunge across the table and stab him with a bowie knife.

You took one from two people, btw. Also...Let's wait for some other posters, they have the activation codes.

HINT...HINT...

Lord Diov: 21
Khellendrosiic: 23
Hallucinogen: 20
Essex: 25
Prodiguy: 21
The Soviet: 21
Lazarus: CRY MOAR'D
Devious Me: 19
Burning Brawler: 20
Arashi: 22
Halo Inc: PAIN TRAIN'D ( But +2 Awesome)
Billy Boy: 19
Leo Gunner: ARROW'D
Pheonyx: 20
Mithril Zeta: 20
Cowman: TROLL'D
Moiread Scott: 21
Seikon: MENTAL BLAST HEAD EXPLODE'D
Coldfire Kaiser: HEAD SHOTT'D
Mr Grey: 21
Ozell One: 20

FIRE IN THE HOOOOOOOLLLLLLEEEEEE

((What happen? <_< Somebody set up us the bomb?))

"An excellent choice of an observation tower, Ozell." Came a hissing voice from behind him. It was, obviously, Rulaag.

"This new threat appears to be entirely unprofessional in its slayings. Honestly, leaving behind strange items? The fool could learn from a true espionage expert..."

Rulaag paused only a moment before shaking his head. "But I digress. Shall we end his career with an extreme amount of force?"

Marcus flipped up his hand and the grave knight, along with its sword, suddenly became so heavy that it actually sunk into the loam from its own weight.

Marcus shrugged. "Ah don' really feel no urges or nothin'. Dis guy ain't as tougha psychic as 'e finks."

The ganger then proceeded to start exploding Zombie's heads by psychically imprinting on them the amount of money his crew had spent on drugs, smokes, and sex in the past month alone.

I have no idea why people would just up and do that. I have the feeling that it's a jokester or something. I know good and well that those types are often the 'sit in the corner' ones.

Personally? It's happened to me once.

People learned never to do it again.

Marcus took a long drag from his cigar.

"Ain't dis jus' da pits." He snorted to himself softly.

One of the two Underbosses that had been in his office when the flash of light had brought them here sighed in annoyance.

"S'always undead. Can't neva be jus' dead, always undead." The otherone mumbled, smacking a new drum into his Tommygun.

"Yer tellin' me." Marcus growled. "C'mon."

The group trudged through the forest, trying to keep their suits clean. They had only been walking for a while when they heard voices up ahead...

...Voices that Marcus recognized.

"Sh." He hushed his men, poking through the area ahead with a psychic probe.

Yep.

It was Toy.

"Pss, 'ey, Fashion Statement." The Consigliere hissed, "Down 'ere. Th' 'ell's y'alls doin' 'ere?"

Bludmaw looked in shock as his claw hit the ground.

"Fer dat," He snarled, completely ignoring the storm, "Yew die."

The Ork crashed his Kustom Autokannon into RAPHAEL, smashing him into the ground. The mighty Warboss then wound up...

((Lol, autokill.))

...And smashed the Kannon into Raphael's mouth, picking him up by the jaw and snapping him like a wet paper towel. The Warboss slammed the figure into the ground and stepped on his head, giving him a clear firing line directly through his body. Bludmaw fired off a massive, minute-long burst from his Kannon directly through RAPHAEL. After smashing his skull a few more times, the Warboss grabbed a hold of him and flung him with all of his might directly back into his Rok's landing area, where Hacksaw was already waiting.

The buzzing of Hacksaw's 'serjeri' tools was the last thing RAPHAEL ever heard before he was a puddle of slag and biological waste on the ground.

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The WAAAGH! Cry that followed was heard around the planet and shook all who heard it to the core.

Lord Diov: 22
Khellendrosiic: 23
Hallucinogen: 20
Essex: 25
Prodiguy: 20
The Soviet: 21
Lazarus: CRY MOAR'D
Devious Me: 20
Burning Brawler: 20
Arashi: 23
Halo Inc: PAIN TRAIN'D ( But +2 Awesome)
Billy Boy: 20
Leo Gunner: ARROW'D
Pheonyx: 18
Mithril Zeta: 20
Cowman: TROLL'D
Moiread Scott: 20
Seikon: MENTAL BLAST HEAD EXPLODE'D
Coldfire Kaiser: HEAD SHOTT'D
Mr Grey: 21
Ozell One: 20

Lord Diov: 22
Khellendrosiic: 23
Hallucinogen: 20
Essex: 25
Prodiguy: 20
The Soviet: 21
Lazarus: CRY MOAR'D
Devious Me: 20
Burning Brawler: 20
Arashi: 22
Halo Inc: PAIN TRAIN'D ( But +2 Awesome)
Billy Boy: 20
Leo Gunner: ARROW'D
Pheonyx: 19
Mithril Zeta: 20
Cowman: TROLL'D
Moiread Scott: 20
Seikon: MENTAL BLAST HEAD EXPLODE'D
Coldfire Kaiser: HEAD SHOTT'D
Mr Grey: 21
Ozell One: 20

Lord Diov: 21
Khellendrosiic: 23
Hallucinogen: 20
Essex: 27
Prodiguy: 20
The Soviet: 20
Lazarus: CRY MOAR'D
Devious Me: 20
Burning Brawler: 20
Arashi: 21
Halo Inc: PAIN TRAIN'D ( But +2 Awesome)
Billy Boy: 20
Leo Gunner: ARROW'D
Pheonyx: 19
Mithril Zeta: 20
Cowman: TROLL'D
Moiread Scott: 21
Seikon: MENTAL BLAST HEAD EXPLODE'D
Coldfire Kaiser: HEAD SHOTT'D
Mr Grey: 21
Ozell One: 20

Lord Diov: 21
Khellendrosiic: 24
Hallucinogen: 20
Essex: 24
Prodiguy: 21
The Soviet: 21
Lazarus: CRY MOAR'D
Devious Me: 20
Burning Brawler: 19
Arashi: 22
Halo Inc: PAIN TRAIN'D ( But +2 Awesome)
Billy Boy: 20
Leo Gunner: ARROW'D
Pheonyx: 20
Mithril Zeta: 20
Cowman: TROLL'D
Moiread Scott: 20
Seikon: MENTAL BLAST HEAD EXPLODE'D
Coldfire Kaiser: HEAD SHOTT'D
Mr Grey: 21
Ozell One: 20

Mmmm....Delicious White Phosphos.

....<_< What?

I'd be the Scrapper that yells "WATCH THIS!!" And charges 20 enemies.