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- AogRidir logs in.
- AogRidir: HELLO
- Cow: HELO
- AogRidir: Ah yes this simple sheet should do fine.
- Cow logs out.
- Cow logs in.
- Cow logs out.
- AogRidir has renamed themself to White Joker
- Your font color is now white.
- White Joker has renamed themself to White Joker
- White Joker: aaa
- White Joker: k
- LordAndrew logs in.
- White Joker: where da white women at
- LordAndrew: where da song at bruh
- White Joker: i can't ever
- White Joker: make dese fuckers work
- White Joker: nope.jpg
- LordAndrew: hmm
- LordAndrew: add me as admin and lemme
- LordAndrew: fiddle with it
- LordAndrew digs up old tabletop crud and looks at how he did it
- White Joker: ..how do I even
- White Joker: oh
- White Joker: k
- LordAndrew: dat wrok?
- White Joker: yes
- White Joker: ah good.
- White Joker: well that won't work
- Smoo logs in.
- Lunar Chibi logs in.
- Lunar Chibi: (I was figuring out the new BYOND client.)
- White Joker: good luck to you soldier
- Lunar Chibi: (Whoops)
- White Joker: doesn't matter
- White Joker: ..did it work for you? My internet reacts so strangely to BYOND
- White Joker: so it does
- White Joker: good
- Lunar Chibi: Sheets all look fine to me.
- White Joker: Cool.
- Nickkp logs in.
- Nickkp has renamed themself to Black Jack
- Black Jack: grumble grumlbe natural selection
- White Joker: OKAY
- White Joker: name
- White Joker: hm
- White Joker: Just name yourself Red Joker. Normally you'd have a name, but.
- White Joker: We'll go with that.
- Smoo: What if he wants to be Black Jack
- White Joker: TOO BAD SMOO
- White Joker: THIS IS POKER
- Smoo: wow railroading
- Smoo: I want to play go fish
- Black Jack has renamed themself to Red Joker
- White Joker: RHYMES WITH JOKER
- White Joker: it all makes sense.
- Red Joker: nobody uses joker in poker
- LordAndrew: red
- White Joker: OKAY.
- White Joker: It is 10:00 PM exactly, and you are sitting in your apartment. The noise of the City is quite audible through your cheaply insulated walls. Traffic. The occasional backfire. Sirens. More sirens now than ever before. It seems like not even an hour can pass without an ambulance or police cars screaming into the night. You are sitting on the couch you picked up for free, watching the television. The News is on. Same old story.
- Smoo: (We're in The Protomen roleplay.)
- White Joker: ..and psychologists studying the field have yet to come to a consensus. The suicide rate continues to climb steadily, and it is beginning to become a national concern...
- Red Joker is barely even watching that. The anchor on there has this thing on his mouth he won't get rid of.
- Red Joker just lies back on this couch. Smokes a cig.
- White Joker: Your apartment is very spartan. You do not make much money these days. The kitchen connects to the living room, and a door to the west leads to your tiny bedroom.
- White Joker: ..and now the Weather, with Jane Goodman!
- White Joker: You hear footsteps outside, down the hall.
- White Joker: They clomp up to your door, and then stop altogether.
- Red Joker peers toward the door.
- Red Joker waits.
- Red Joker equips remote.
- White Joker: You pick up your remote. It has no back, so it's uncomfortable in your hands. The batteries press against your palm.
- White Joker: Someone outside your door clears their throat.
- White Joker: Knock.
- White Joker: Knock.
- White Joker: Knock.
- Red Joker stretches.
- Red Joker rolls off of this couch
- Red Joker walks over to the door. Approaches it from the side.
- Red Joker leans over and peers through the peekhole.
- Red Joker has no idea what they call these things actually.
- Red Joker peers. Through a hole. In the door.
- White Joker: You learn forward, peering into the peekhole. Peerhole. Visionportcullis.
- White Joker: You see... red.
- White Joker: A ripping sound fills the air, and suddenly..
- White Joker: The world shatters around you like glass. The ceiling vanishes, replaced by a sky the color of raw meat. You are standing on a street that mirrors the one you would find outside your apartment, if it were located in Hell. A terrible wind blows forth, yet you feel nothing.
- White Joker: Your heads-up-display flickers into vision as your mono-optic sensor focuses. You are encased in a suit of crimson armor, sleek and metallic. No. You ARE the crimson armor. You can feel the myomer musculature system in your arms tighten as they flex, and you feel a deep humming within your chest as your Core thrums to life. Welcome to the Red World.
- Red Joker stands upright.
- Red Joker: WOAH HOLY CRAP WHAT'S GOING O-
- Red Joker: No just kidding this is like my eightieth time.
- Red Joker: Is anyone even around?
- Red Joker looks around. Hello.
- White Joker: You gaze around the blasted hellscape, ruined shells of buildings rising like corpses around you. You know they were never really buildings. Nobody ever lived here. They're just empty shells. Suddenly, your HUD chimes cheerfully as you see a shadow crawling up a skyscraper directly down the street from you.
- Red Joker: Aw, whatever. Nobody wants to hear me blab anyway.
- Red Joker: Eughhh.
- Red Joker: Let's see what we're doin' tonight.
- Red Joker soldiers on. Toward the skyscraper.
- White Joker: You make your way down the street, passing the burned out husks of cars and trucks. Servos whine as your powerful legs carry you onward. Your armor was built for speed, and it shows. It is sleek, though more fragile than other armors you have encountered. Hasn't been a problem, yet.
- Red Joker: God it'd suck if I had that old hunk of garbage from before.
- Red Joker: One block was, like, a minute to cross.
- Red Joker: I mean if I was where I needed to be when the suit comes on, then hell it'd have been fine.
- White Joker: As you near the skyscraper, your sensors focus on the figure. It has reached the top. Clarity fills your vision as you get a target-lock on him; his armor is a dull green, vaguely reptilian. A long tail stretches out behind him, and his folded arms are tipped with wicked claws. Your HUD pings and JADEMETAL STALKER appears above him.
- Red Joker: But no I'm in trash town.
- Lunar Chibi logs out.
- Lunar Chibi logs in.
- Red Joker glances up at the skyscraper.
- Red Joker: Dealing with biggest garbage.
- White Joker: A warning chime beeps twice, and you know the time has come.
- White Joker: RED JOKER VS. JADEMETAL STALKER.
- Red Joker raises a hand up to his friend up there.
- Red Joker does the "come on" motion.
- White Joker: Hah! You decided to walk right into the open, eh? Poor decision, Joker! I will enjoy this!
- White Joker: (is that music working-)
- Red Joker: (nope)
- White Joker: (IT WORKED EARLIER. for gods sake okay here we go)
- Red Joker: (fight time)
- White Joker: Jademetal Stalker leaps off the building, landing on the street with a CRUNCH. He rises from his crouching position and begins dashing toward you, claws drawing sparks from the ground as he drags them behind.
- Smoo: (This is very, very much like a Swery game so far.)
- Smoo: (I am intrigued.)
- Red Joker backpedals casually while this guy charges at him, but not faster than he's charging.
- White Joker: (I don't know what Swery is but that's good.)
- Red Joker manuvers himself to the sidewalk.
- White Joker: Jademetal Stalker gains ground, leaping a car and continuing his mad dash for you. He is very near, now.
- White Joker: You're mine! Ahahaha!
- White Joker: (brb oooone second.)
- Red Joker plants his foot on the lip of the sidewalk and dashes toward killer croc here.
- Red Joker slides under him, raises an arm.
- Red Joker's figners open up a bit and suddenly oh man BULLETS.
- White Joker: (back)
- White Joker: Your forearm sheaths retract with a "HISS" as your twin-barreled gatling vulcans expose themselves and begin raining hellfire upon Jademetal Stalker. He attempts to dodge and weave, but this is not your first rodeo; you slag a car into molten metal bits before correcting your aim.
- White Joker: Stalker's armor dents and cracks as you unload on him, and he is forced to give up his charge. He crashes through the already broken windows of a nearby building, trailing smoke.
- White Joker: Ggrrgh! You bastard!
- White Joker: He crackles angrily over your radio.
- Red Joker: Come on, is that your best?
- Red Joker: What a drag. Not even feeling it.
- Red Joker hops around in place in the middle of the street. Limbers up.
- Red Joker does a casual backflip or two.
- White Joker: Your meter rises on your HUD. Stalker is nowhere to be seen.
- Red Joker: (Alsot he music stopped so I don't know if you're looping it)
- White Joker: (WHOOPS)
- White Joker: (I wonder if I make loop 2)
- White Joker: (should, in theory, loop now.)
- LordAndrew: (loop=1 means it should loop)
- Red Joker tinkers with a few settings. Small, dull, white lights covering his suit turn on. Replays the playlist.
- LordAndrew: (loop=0 means it won't)
- White Joker: (IT DIDN'T)
- Smoo: (You also need to put playlist=0 or something like that,)
- Smoo: (Or it just won't loop for some reason.)
- White Joker: (It's at playlist=n)
- White Joker: (should I change it to 0)
- White Joker: (hmm)
- Smoo: (Probably.)
- White Joker: (ROUND 3)
- White Joker: (Now it just straight up isn't playing. oh for the love of)
- White Joker: (technical difficulties)
- White Joker: (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nVm0VDJf6Cw)
- White Joker: (THERE)
- Red Joker: (COOL)
- White Joker: Stalker appears in an empty window on the second floor. His claws dig into the outside of the building, as if bracing himself.
- White Joker: Let's see how you like THIS, Joker!
- Red Joker looks up at him. Smiles casually.
- Red Joker is doing arm circles with his right arm.
- White Joker: Your mono-optic sensor twitches fitfully as you try to smile. You think Stalker gets the point, because he howls in rage.
- White Joker: Stalker's faceplate slides open, exposing a wickedly barbed tongue and some sort of gray tube behind it. A sickly green glow begins within, and suddenly..
- White Joker: PSSHHHHH.
- White Joker: Stalker fires a high-speed projectile at you! Caustic fumes fill the air, sizzling at the building around him. Your sensors indicate it is a glob of some sort of hazardous material. It is moving quite fast.
- Red Joker GOES FOR THE SIDESTEP
- Red Joker mashes shield + up.
- Red Joker always thought the timing on that was pretty tight.
- White Joker: ROLL 1d20+5.
- [Nickkp rolls 1d20+5] 17: total: 22
- [AogRidir rolls 1d20+2] 15: total: 17
- Red Joker learned sidesteps from the best.
- Lunar Chibi: (Best character ever Nick.)
- White Joker: You slip out of the way of Stalker's projectile like you are made of water. It SLAMS into the building behind you and bores directly through it, stone or concrete or.. WHATEVER it is made of dissolving like wet tissue paper. A foul smoke fills the air, leading directly to Stalker, who appears to be in shock.
- White Joker: WHAT?!
- Red Joker looks back at the stone.
- Red Joker looks at Stalker.
- Red Joker raises an eyebrow.
- Red Joker: You know.
- Red Joker: First impressions?
- Red Joker: Pretty important.
- Red Joker: Gotta tell you I'm not too impressed.
- Red Joker: And my show comes on in ten minutes or so, I might just go home.
- Red Joker: Let you get some practice in with those nerds on that MMO.
- Red Joker shrugssssss.
- White Joker: Stalker shatters the windowsill he's leaning out of with his claws, leaping out into the street with a furious roar! He destroys a car as he lands, and begins charging toward you on all fours. He is MUCH faster.
- White Joker: You dare mock me?!
- Red Joker points both Gattling Vulcans at this guy, opens fire while advancing foward.
- Red Joker: Well, suit yourself!
- White Joker: Stalker is bombarded as you initiate bullet hell. Smoking holes pockmark his armor, cracks spiderwebbing along it. He is clearly taking a beating.. yet he continues onward. If anything, he gets FASTER! He hurtles through your assault, claws beginning to glow with sickly light as he prepares to leap at you.
- White Joker: Your meter chimes cheerfully, indicating it has reached the next level.
- White Joker: TIER TWO WEAPONRY UNLOCKED.
- White Joker: (one, sorry.)
- White Joker: (damn faulty hud)
- LordAndrew: (off-by-one errors are brutal)
- Red Joker's suit suddenly lets out a burst of steam from the seams. The lights covering it brighten up.
- Red Joker stomps his feet down and skids forward, and raises his left arm to defend himself.
- Red Joker's right arm retracts the vulcan cannons and contorts into something slightly larger. And meatier.
- White Joker: Jademetal Stalker SLAMS into you, claws slicing furiously. He seems to know you are about to change weapons and capitalizes on this as much as he can. His claws tear deep gouges in your left arm, damaging your lefthand plasma vulcan. A green glow traces up your armor from the point of impact.
- White Joker: LEFT VULCAN - DISABLED.
- White Joker: Your HUD indicates that you have taken on some sort of venom.
- Red Joker grits his teeth through the damage and brings up his right arm.
- Red Joker suckerpunches this guy and activates his Plasma Caster.
- Red Joker BLOWS THIS IDIOT AWAY
- White Joker: Keeping Stalker at bay with your rapidly shredding left arm, you SLAM your right fist into his torso. His claws dart out, attempting to slice open your chest plate, as you open fire with your newly-formed Plasma Caster.
- White Joker: BBBBOOOOM.
- White Joker: White hot plasma erupts from your arm, displacing the air in a miniature sonic boom as it bores into Stalker's being. He is flung away as you hit him with the impact of a jet airplane, crashing through two cars before skidding to a halt on the street.
- White Joker: HKKH... W..WHAT..
- Red Joker checks out his left arm here. Shakes it off.
- Red Joker: Well. Ow.
- Red Joker: That's annoying.
- White Joker: Stalker begins pushing himself up, essence streaming out from the basketball sized hole you punctured in his torso. One arm hangs limp, servos damaged from the force of the impact.
- White Joker: He raises his good arm and touches the hole, as if attempting to keep the glowing green motes of energy from departing.
- Red Joker: Last chance, buddy.
- White Joker: Your HUD flashes red as whatever he injected into your armor begins burning it's way into your main systems. That is problematic.
- White Joker: (You retain Tier One Weaponry after unlocking it, even if your meter goes below the threshold, by the way.)
- Red Joker: Music's gettin to the good part, and I doubt you can keep up with my groove.
- Red Joker looks around the road. Walks over to a manhole cover.
- White Joker: Stalker snarls and hunkers down behind a car.
- Red Joker shifts his right arm back into Vulcan Territory, and blows a hole in the middle of it.
- Red Joker picks it up with his left.
- White Joker: Ozone sizzles in the air, chemical fumes pouring out from behind his makeshift shelter as he begins charging something or another.
- Red Joker waves it around. Nods. Nods.
- Red Joker faces Stalker.
- Red Joker: No?
- Red Joker: Alright then. Let's rock.
- White Joker: I will laugh as I rip out your Core, Joker!
- White Joker: More chemical fumes rise into the air. Whatever he is doing, it is burning a lot of energy.
- Red Joker raises his working Gattling Vulcan and starts firing at the car he's behind.
- Red Joker strafes around the car counterclockwise, as he slowly approaches closer.
- White Joker: The car Stalker is hiding behind is torn to shreds slowly as you maintain a steady stream of fire at it. Empty shells crackle as they hit the ground, your armor steadily replenishing the ammunition from some unknowable source.
- White Joker: You reach the opposite side of the car, having turned it into a red hot pile of slag, only to find.. nothing. Jademetal Stalker is gone. Your sensors beep in warning as you lose your target lock. You are certain he did not move.
- Red Joker pauses.
- Red Joker considers a few things.
- White Joker: Roll 1d20+5.
- Red Joker nods, nods. Thinks he gets it.
- [Nickkp rolls 1d20+5] 11: total: 16
- [AogRidir rolls 1d20+4] 17: total: 21
- White Joker: WHAMPF.
- Red Joker didn't get it fast enough.
- White Joker: Your chest plate is stabbed violently and you are hurled backwards. The tip of a wickedly barbed tongue shimmers into existence, lodged in your torso. You follow it all the way back to.. Stalker. His active camouflage deactivates as he is slowly sketched into being.
- Red Joker: Ah damnit. Rookie mistake.
- White Joker: Ah hah hah!
- Red Joker jumps up to his feet.
- White Joker: Stalker grabs his own tongue like it is some sort of chain weapon. Which technically it is. In this case. Your hud indicates the poison has been neutralized as it throbs in your Core one last time. So at least there's that.
- Red Joker's shoulders raise up slightly, and reveal some sweet missile launchers.
- Red Joker: Yeah, real funny!
- Red Joker: Hah!
- Red Joker fires a missle.
- Red Joker: Hah.
- Red Joker fires another!
- Red Joker: Hah.
- Red Joker OH MAN FIRES ONE MORE.
- White Joker: Stalker begins pulling his tongue, attempting to reel you into clawing range! His head twitches as TRIPLE MISSILES erupt from your back, however. Black smoke sizzles in the air as they charge angrily at Stalker, intending fully to turn him into a reptilian inferno.
- White Joker: He drops his tongue and attempts to leap to safety, and...
- [AogRidir rolls 1d20+4] 14: total: 18
- White Joker: He is simply too slow.
- White Joker: KABOOOOOOOOOM.
- Red Joker raises, like, his actual gun.
- Red Joker GOES FOR THE CHAIN STUN.
- White Joker: AAAAAGHH!
- Red Joker charges at him full speed for reals now.
- White Joker: Stalker is too shocked from the force of your missiles to properly defend himself, and your vulcan begins shredding into his already-damaged body. You note that the hole you blew in his armor earlier has become much smaller. That's not good. Or it wouldn't be, if you weren't lighting him up like a Christmas Tree.
- White Joker: TIER TWO WEAPONRY UNLOCKED.
- White Joker: Your meter soars as you bombard him. He finally manages to roll out of the crater you lodged him in, dripping oils and leaking glowing green motes of essence from many wounds.
- White Joker: S..stop! Joker! Let's talk about this!
- Red Joker LEAPS FORWARD AT HIM.
- Red Joker DOES A SWEET SPINKICK.
- White Joker: You kick Stalker down easily. It appears his system is still scrambled. He begins scrambling to get up immediately.
- Red Joker flips backwards a few times, finishing off with a corkscrew.
- White Joker: (Scramble scramble)
- Red Joker suddenly plants his feet on the ground and takes a stance, bringing his arms back.
- White Joker: Y..you bastard! I was joking! Just joking! Let's end this before we both do something we regret!
- Red Joker's suit lets out more steal, as it changes more dramatically. Plates on his arms, legs, and chests retract, revealing...speakers.
- White Joker: What the hell is that?!
- White Joker: Stalker manages to stand.
- Red Joker blasts the music on some external speakers. All the lights on his suit pulse to the beat.
- White Joker: I only like classical!
- Red Joker: Ooooooh.
- Red Joker: Looks like we can't be friends then.
- Red Joker: Come on, slither, where's your spine?
- White Joker: Stalker shakes his head, sensors contracting rapidly as they finally refocus. He snarls and opens his claws, sickly green light glowing forth from them as he infuses them with more of his toxin.
- Red Joker: Come up and FEEL THE BEAT!
- Red Joker pounds his fists together. The area around his chest opens up a bit. ENERGY IS BEING STORED.
- Red Joker decides he's going to charge at this guy now by the way.
- Red Joker sorta sways left and right on the advance.
- White Joker: Stalker meets your charge, slashing wildly like a feral animal. He attempts to channel his desperation into RAGE, trying to open you up from groin to neck.
- White Joker: (Are you charging)
- White Joker: (the fusion annihilator)
- Red Joker: (yes it has a charge on it)
- Lunar Chibi logs out.
- Lunar Chibi logs in.
- White Joker: A new bar appears on your HUD, indicating your mounting Annihilator charges. A second one flickers into existence, chiming cheerfully.
- White Joker: ROLL DAT DODGE. +5.
- [Nickkp rolls 1d20+5] 16: total: 21
- White Joker: toll 1d20+1
- White Joker: (toll.)
- [AogRidir rolls 1d20+1] 1: total: 2
- Red Joker: (PAY THE TOLL)
- White Joker: (OH NO)
- White Joker: Stalker lunges at you violently, but stops suddenly as smoke begins billowing forth from his leg. Black oil leaks from the cracks you've made in the otherwise seamless armor as his leg servos begin to give under the strainb.
- White Joker: N..no! Just a bit more!
- Red Joker sways to the left, easily dodging the slash. He crouches down and sweepkicks.
- White Joker: Stalker is tripped easily, slamming faceplate first into the cement.
- Red Joker rolls foward, plants his hands on the ground, and pushes himself up.
- White Joker: Not like this! The Joker armor should be MINE!
- Red Joker does a 360 and lands on this guy.
- Red Joker raises his arms. THE LANDING IS STUCK.
- White Joker: You land directly on Stalker. Your HUD informs you it has reached maximum charge, the all-too-familiar cheerful chime ringing forth. Stalker seems to recognize the sound, struggling futilely to get up.
- White Joker: N..no! Anything but that! Are you insane?! You could destroy us both!
- Red Joker: That's rather optismistic for a man in your position, yeah?
- Red Joker takes his stance, pounds his fists together.
- Red Joker: MAXIMUM CHARGE!
- Red Joker: Here we go!
- Red Joker: Three!
- Red Joker: Two!
- Red Joker: One!
- Red Joker: FORCE FEEDBACK!
- Red Joker EXPLODES
- White Joker: There is no sound that a human would identify with that would properly indicate the cacophany your Fusion Annihilator unleashes next.
- Red Joker calls it a crescendo.
- White Joker: A pinprick of light radiates forth from the barrel of the gun, almost as thick as a spiderweb, and it pierces directly through Jademetal Stalker. It pierces through the ground beneath Jademetal Stalker. Just a pinprick. Then, suddenly, it ROARS to life as the plasma line expands, the light of a thousand suns boiling forth as you spew out what can only be described as apocalypse. Jademetal Stalker is completely annihilated, his screams of pain and fury ending almost as soon as they begin. The ground beneath you evaporates as your beam unmakes the atoms that compose it, concrete vaporizing beneath the onslaught.
- White Joker: Your mono-optic sensor slams down one, two, three seperate darkeners as it begins to fry under the fury of the light you have unleashed.
- Red Joker is pretty OP
- White Joker: As the atomic dust clears, you are straddling the ground between a crater that extends for sixty or seventy feet down. At the bottom, your insignia glows. A grinning skull. The mark of the Red Joker. There is no sign of Jademetal Stalker, except for the swirling green essence that pours forth from the crater like a mass of fireflies.
- White Joker: Your armor opens up to receive it all as it streams into you, remaking you. Empowering you.
- White Joker: RED JOKER LEVEL UP.
- Red Joker: Ahh, yeah!
- Red Joker: Antiseptic shock!
- Red Joker PULSATES WITH POWER.
- Red Joker moves his hands down his body as it gets absorbed.
- Red Joker also backflips out of this crater.
- Red Joker queues up a lot of actions here.
- Red Joker has like a million of them.
- White Joker: You land outside the crater, armor trailing green from the essence it has so recently absorbed. Suddenly, it all ends as quickly as it began. The angry red sky ripples, replaced with the starry black of night. You breathe in the chilly night air. You are outside your apartment complex, wearing the long coat you like. A lit cigarette is in between your fingers.
- Red Joker breathes in. Deep.
- Red Joker breathes out.
- White Joker: There are no cars on the road. For the City, everything is quite peaceful.
- Smoo: (I think it is very strange that these songs start and then stop.)
- Red Joker puts out his cig. It's almost out anyway.
- White Joker: (Me too.)
- White Joker: (It is very annoying)
- Red Joker: (what a shame)
- White Joker: (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y-oXlW0f_6A)
- Red Joker: Well that was a thing.
- Red Joker: What else is there?
- Red Joker walks back into his apartment complex.
- White Joker: Aaaaaaaaaaagh!
- White Joker: CRUNCH.
- White Joker: A body slams into a parked car ten or twelve feet from you.
- Red Joker glances back at it.
- White Joker: An arm twitches pathetically and goes still, blood beginning to trickle. Well, at least it wasn't your car.
- White Joker: In the distance, you hear sirens.
- White Joker: Always sirens.
- Red Joker shrugs. Keeps on the same course.
- Red Joker has a show to watch.
- White Joker: As the victor, you enter the complex and return to your home. You leave the loser behind, another failed attempt to claim the armor of the Red Joker.
- White Joker: The ugly man on the news might not know why suicides have spiked recently, but you do.
- White Joker: FADE TO BLACK
- Smoo: I am interested in this.
- Red Joker: i'm just full of jokes
- Red Joker: here's one
- Red Joker: don't tread on me
- White Joker: haaaaah.
- White Joker: THANKS FOR PLAYING NICK. That went well. Much better than I had hoped. How was that
- Red Joker: A fighting game I can be good at is a fantastic concept.
- Red Joker: I had fun.
- White Joker: GOOD, GOOD
- White Joker: too bad you won't be the Red Joker when we actually play. :(
- White Joker: red joker OP
- Red Joker: Yeah I figured.
- White Joker: You've created a perfect character to use, though.
- White Joker: you were stylin' mad hard
- White Joker: Perhaps we'll create some characters tomorrow, if folks are around.
- Smoo: I want to create now. What do I need?
- White Joker: HMMMmmmm
- White Joker: well first off
- White Joker: an adjective and a noun.
- White Joker: hah.
- Red Joker: I threw out Force Feedback way too soon. I want that name.
- White Joker: Let me see.
- Red Joker: Man suddenly so many things to make things for.
- Red Joker: Characters are hard.
- White Joker: For right now
- White Joker: All I need is a name and an idea of what sort of weaponry you'll be using. Guns, blades, fists. It can be anything really
- White Joker: An armor name, anyway. We'll do real world names later.
- White Joker: You probably won't use the Meter system, but we'll make something for you based on what you pick.
- White Joker: like Jademetal Stalker's venom system
- Red Joker: i will be the aeromancer the metacanon deserves
- Red Joker: i will have the sord, my body, wind, lightnings, dash attacks, and aircombos
- White Joker: oh
- White Joker: no
- White Joker: oh man
- White Joker: if you got to 100% meter
- White Joker: I don't even know
- White Joker: what would have happened
- Red Joker: HE WAS TOO WEAK FOR THAT
- Lunar Chibi: I'd stuff but Dawn of War ain't windowed fullscreen
- Lunar Chibi: ADJECTIVE AND NOUN THOUGH I CAN DO THAT.
- Lunar Chibi: Since I'm playing 40k though I naturally have to have a Space Marine chapter name.
- Red Joker: blast hardcheese
- White Joker: Ahaha.
- Lunar Chibi: There are a lot of Space Marine chapters with Angel in the name.
- Lunar Chibi: But I don't know if I'm ready to play something with Angel in the name.
- Red Joker: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RFHlJ2voJHY just pick one
- LordAndrew logs out.
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