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The Lounge / Re: The most glorious Quotes ever
« on: July 11, 2013, 03:48:28 am »
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The Cantina / Re: Guns of Icarus: A Diesel Punk tale ( Rpg proposed rule system)
« on: July 04, 2013, 03:43:03 am »
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The Lounge / Re: To My Compatriots
« on: July 02, 2013, 10:26:18 pm »Our Summer is a mosquito season. Beat that.I had to sit in an open field to watch fireworks, don't even get me started.
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The Cantina / Re: Guns of Icarus: A Diesel Punk tale ( Rpg proposed rule system)
« on: June 28, 2013, 02:05:46 am »
Wednesdays at 10est, add Tim or me on steam (Steam tags are the same as our IGNs) and if you're around at that time, we'll bring ya in.
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The Cantina / Re: Guns of Icarus: A Diesel Punk tale ( Rpg proposed rule system)
« on: June 27, 2013, 05:56:16 pm »Players are sitting down to dinner with Han Tzu at a poche, expensive restaurant, they are served small avian meals covered in a light, orange sauce and garnished. The make insight roles that I ask for, each of them, on the symbolism of the meal they are eating, not a single character passes the check. After receiving troubling news that Han Tzu's wife means to assassinate him, he asks to retire to the lavatory so that he may compose himself, feeling rather sick to the stomach from the sudden news.He called me low born, so I gatted him in a toilet stall, so it's fine.
This entire night, evidence leads to Han Tzu as being a shrewd businessmen but not a violent or aggressive person, even going to lengths to provide his wife with considerable estates and wealth for a divorce he is planning. (his wife is a Baronies Baroness, this is important).
Suddenly men arrive, in full military grade body armor and weaponry and shoot up the restaurant. Han Tzu had planned the entire thing it seems. The party survives the encounter, and kills Han Tzu. They might have been forewarned to his treachery had they noticed they had been served ravens for dinner.
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The Cantina / Re: Burning Skies Saloon
« on: June 11, 2013, 11:32:28 pm »
Paradox strolls up to Yiski, he was watching everyone run around like chickens with their heads cut off.
"Need any help, boyo?"
"Need any help, boyo?"
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The Cantina / Re: Burning Skies Saloon
« on: June 11, 2013, 07:34:06 pm »
---DLTC HQ---
Jen walked into Paradox's office, he had his feet up and was smoking a cigar.
Jen: "Did you hea..."
Papa: "Of course I heard it."
Jen: "Do you plan on doing anything?"
Papa: "Maybe, haven't decided yet."
Jen: "Well, the gunsmith's here, do you want to see him?"
Papa: "Send him in."
An old gentleman walked in holding a medium sized box, Papa cleared his desk and the old man placed it down. He unlatched the beautiful wooden box, and revealed the silk covered weapon. It was an ornate short side-by-side shotgun, gold accented the carbon steel, the hilt was ebony and had Ivory plates on either side of the stock, the entire weapon was meticulously etched with intricate designs. Few things could take Papa's breath away, but he sat there jaw open, enthralled by the piece of art.
Papa: "What do you call it, Ferdinand?"
Ferdinand: "Calliope, sir. One of the old Muses."
Papa: "Positively beautiful, another absolute work of art, she will whisper and sing to my enemies."
Papa picked up the holster that came with it, attached it to his belt, he opened the breech of the shotgun and loaded two slugs into the chamber, he then snapped it to attention and holstered it.
"I'm gonna go for a walk..." Paradox said as he put on his top hat and headed for the door.
Jen walked into Paradox's office, he had his feet up and was smoking a cigar.
Jen: "Did you hea..."
Papa: "Of course I heard it."
Jen: "Do you plan on doing anything?"
Papa: "Maybe, haven't decided yet."
Jen: "Well, the gunsmith's here, do you want to see him?"
Papa: "Send him in."
An old gentleman walked in holding a medium sized box, Papa cleared his desk and the old man placed it down. He unlatched the beautiful wooden box, and revealed the silk covered weapon. It was an ornate short side-by-side shotgun, gold accented the carbon steel, the hilt was ebony and had Ivory plates on either side of the stock, the entire weapon was meticulously etched with intricate designs. Few things could take Papa's breath away, but he sat there jaw open, enthralled by the piece of art.
Papa: "What do you call it, Ferdinand?"
Ferdinand: "Calliope, sir. One of the old Muses."
Papa: "Positively beautiful, another absolute work of art, she will whisper and sing to my enemies."
Papa picked up the holster that came with it, attached it to his belt, he opened the breech of the shotgun and loaded two slugs into the chamber, he then snapped it to attention and holstered it.
"I'm gonna go for a walk..." Paradox said as he put on his top hat and headed for the door.
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The Cantina / Re: Burning Skies Saloon
« on: June 04, 2013, 10:39:28 pm »
--DLTC HQ--
Jen and Paradox sat in a meeting hall, John radioed in from The Arashi League. John started off, "I've talked to a couple of the city states within the league, they want guns and ships... a lot of them"
"How many?" Papa said in a voice as thick as mud.
There was a brief pause over the radio, "Uh, 7500 bolt actions, as for ships they we're looking at 10 galleons and 25 pyramidions"
"Done. Jen import the Galleons from Yesha, we'll build the Pyra's... In 6 months they'll have their army." Papa was concise in his statement.
"Sir, there's no way that'll be that profitable." Jen seriously questioned his decision.
"It's not supposed to be, we want them to harass The Guild, it's an investment." Papa said assertively.
--Saloon.--
Papa walked in, drawing the looks of the bar, Althea startled by the huge mechanical presence drew her guns.
"Ah fer flak sake, every time there's a new pair of ovaries it tries to kill me."
Jen and Paradox sat in a meeting hall, John radioed in from The Arashi League. John started off, "I've talked to a couple of the city states within the league, they want guns and ships... a lot of them"
"How many?" Papa said in a voice as thick as mud.
There was a brief pause over the radio, "Uh, 7500 bolt actions, as for ships they we're looking at 10 galleons and 25 pyramidions"
"Done. Jen import the Galleons from Yesha, we'll build the Pyra's... In 6 months they'll have their army." Papa was concise in his statement.
"Sir, there's no way that'll be that profitable." Jen seriously questioned his decision.
"It's not supposed to be, we want them to harass The Guild, it's an investment." Papa said assertively.
--Saloon.--
Papa walked in, drawing the looks of the bar, Althea startled by the huge mechanical presence drew her guns.
"Ah fer flak sake, every time there's a new pair of ovaries it tries to kill me."
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Feedback and Suggestions / Re: We need more badass titles.
« on: May 29, 2013, 10:38:18 pm »
+1 vote for Sky Marshal
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The Lounge / Re: Mod (and Dev!) approved Psychology Survey for Honours Thesis - Please consider
« on: May 29, 2013, 10:21:45 pm »
Haha That reminds me of this comic... The internet is a scary place.
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The Cantina / Re: Burning Skies Saloon
« on: May 28, 2013, 08:27:24 pm »
Paradox awoke, once again, he was finally done succumbing to pain... succumbing to weakness. On the verge of one of the largest conflicts the known world has faced. Why did the guild push through Arashi to hit a neutrally aligned trade hub? Anvala had survived this long as an independent city-state, but now with hunger in their eyes the factions looked upon it. Yesha’s triumvirate council and their useless figure head emperor, The Baronies Dahlberg and his banner men, Anglea sat foreboding in the north, How had The Guild attacked Anvala? They would’ve had to pass through Arashi air-water space, why did The League not seize the opportunity to sunder one of The Guilds many fleets? Allies? No. They’ve been at war too long, too much bad blood.
The endless amount of questions swirled around in his head, Paradox needed answers.
He swung his long mechanical legs off of the bed, lit a cigarillo and put on his hat. He looked down at his latest enhancement, after a brief inspection of the plate that scale his torso, he tapped on it, it made a metal on metal clank and the reverberation tickled the skin it was attached to. He stretched thinking of the many business arrangements that could be made, he smiled. Let the arms race begin.
--DLTC Headquarters—
He strolled into his office, wearing nothing but his boxers and hat. His employees rose to meet him, John was the first to speak: “Boss, you should be in bed, you need that to heal properly or you’re boned...” He looked at Paradox for a moment, “Where are your clothes?” John continued.
“Well, the doctors don’t exactly keep your clothes on when they’re trying to stop you from bleeding out, especially when you’re missing half your fuckin’ torso, John.” Papa retorted.
Jen stood there blushing, trying to avert her eyes.
“I need a status report on the damages and hopefully repairs... If you haven’t started those, you’re both fired.” Paradox said nonchalantly, ignoring his revealing attire, or lack thereof.
“H... Hangers, eight through thirteen have been d... destroyed, along with their contents, a lot of sky-cranes have gone down as well, slowing the loading of a lot of ships. They’ve started rebuilding hangers eight through ten and are working on clearing debris from the last tree.” She started off less than composed, Paradoxes near nakedness distracted her by showing how much of his body was actually mechanical.
“This is going to set us back, a lot, get the ship wrights working on replacement ships immediately.” He said while walking outside the door at the back of his office unto a balcony overlooking a large portion of the hangers. “Fuckin’ brass hats and their stupid fucking mongrel fleet. Time to start feeding the fire, weapons and ammunition go straight to the Baronies, Raw materials go north... John go south and facilitate trade with the Arashi nomad tribes, I want to give them weapons, cheap. The more shit they can throw at the Guild, the better, I’m tired of the fucking council and their inaction. We will wait for the day either Anglea or The Baronies claims this city and ends the council’s neutral bullshit.” Paradox finished his tirade, Jen and John went to work.
The endless amount of questions swirled around in his head, Paradox needed answers.
He swung his long mechanical legs off of the bed, lit a cigarillo and put on his hat. He looked down at his latest enhancement, after a brief inspection of the plate that scale his torso, he tapped on it, it made a metal on metal clank and the reverberation tickled the skin it was attached to. He stretched thinking of the many business arrangements that could be made, he smiled. Let the arms race begin.
--DLTC Headquarters—
He strolled into his office, wearing nothing but his boxers and hat. His employees rose to meet him, John was the first to speak: “Boss, you should be in bed, you need that to heal properly or you’re boned...” He looked at Paradox for a moment, “Where are your clothes?” John continued.
“Well, the doctors don’t exactly keep your clothes on when they’re trying to stop you from bleeding out, especially when you’re missing half your fuckin’ torso, John.” Papa retorted.
Jen stood there blushing, trying to avert her eyes.
“I need a status report on the damages and hopefully repairs... If you haven’t started those, you’re both fired.” Paradox said nonchalantly, ignoring his revealing attire, or lack thereof.
“H... Hangers, eight through thirteen have been d... destroyed, along with their contents, a lot of sky-cranes have gone down as well, slowing the loading of a lot of ships. They’ve started rebuilding hangers eight through ten and are working on clearing debris from the last tree.” She started off less than composed, Paradoxes near nakedness distracted her by showing how much of his body was actually mechanical.
“This is going to set us back, a lot, get the ship wrights working on replacement ships immediately.” He said while walking outside the door at the back of his office unto a balcony overlooking a large portion of the hangers. “Fuckin’ brass hats and their stupid fucking mongrel fleet. Time to start feeding the fire, weapons and ammunition go straight to the Baronies, Raw materials go north... John go south and facilitate trade with the Arashi nomad tribes, I want to give them weapons, cheap. The more shit they can throw at the Guild, the better, I’m tired of the fucking council and their inaction. We will wait for the day either Anglea or The Baronies claims this city and ends the council’s neutral bullshit.” Paradox finished his tirade, Jen and John went to work.
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The Cantina / Re: Burning Skies Saloon
« on: May 23, 2013, 07:25:06 pm »
He phased in and out of consciousness as he was transported from the Burning Skies to the Dandy Lions Head Quarters.
“He’ll get through it, he’s been through worse...”
“Shou... led... to... death.”
The voices sounded muffled, his ears were ringing from tinnitus, silence caused this. Silence was also the source of his introspection, when he was alone his brain goes into overdrive, analysing every word and action no matter how inconsequential, it helped him optimise his life. Rationalize others death. He was ruthless, according to anyone with a sense of morality.
Jennifer, Papa’s assistant looked to the doctor:
“Will he be alright?”
“It will take awhile for the plating to take, the body likes to reject these things, he has had so many modifications already that it should go faster than normal. He’s lucky it only took a chunk of his torso, it just missed his heart.”
His heart? I doubt he uses it, gods know I’ve tried get to it. Jen thought in silence, she twiddled he necklace. Her thinking was broken by the doctors continued explanation:
“He is slowly becoming more machine than man, I couldn’t imagine the position he’s in.”
He awoke, choking on the intubation tube that went into his lungs, his large mechanical hand grasped the tube and yarded it out of his throat, with the complete lack of finesse he began coughing up blood and proceeded to puke. The panic alleviated after his coughing fit, he relaxed, he was now lying on his stomach staring at the mixture of bodily fluids on the ground, he ignored it and subsided to rest. A nurse, the doctor, and Jen walked in on the scene, shocked, they looked at him, he seemed to be breathing normally so the nurse simply cleaned the mess and left him to sleep.
“He’ll get through it, he’s been through worse...”
“Shou... led... to... death.”
The voices sounded muffled, his ears were ringing from tinnitus, silence caused this. Silence was also the source of his introspection, when he was alone his brain goes into overdrive, analysing every word and action no matter how inconsequential, it helped him optimise his life. Rationalize others death. He was ruthless, according to anyone with a sense of morality.
Jennifer, Papa’s assistant looked to the doctor:
“Will he be alright?”
“It will take awhile for the plating to take, the body likes to reject these things, he has had so many modifications already that it should go faster than normal. He’s lucky it only took a chunk of his torso, it just missed his heart.”
His heart? I doubt he uses it, gods know I’ve tried get to it. Jen thought in silence, she twiddled he necklace. Her thinking was broken by the doctors continued explanation:
“He is slowly becoming more machine than man, I couldn’t imagine the position he’s in.”
He awoke, choking on the intubation tube that went into his lungs, his large mechanical hand grasped the tube and yarded it out of his throat, with the complete lack of finesse he began coughing up blood and proceeded to puke. The panic alleviated after his coughing fit, he relaxed, he was now lying on his stomach staring at the mixture of bodily fluids on the ground, he ignored it and subsided to rest. A nurse, the doctor, and Jen walked in on the scene, shocked, they looked at him, he seemed to be breathing normally so the nurse simply cleaned the mess and left him to sleep.
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The Signal Tower / COGs Finale Papa's Post Analysis
« on: May 22, 2013, 08:26:50 pm »
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KpA7ihQJBU8&feature=youtu.be
BAMF of The Week: Skyraider
As always, like, comment, subscribe if you like what you see if not, feel free to jump off a bridge critique me. BAMF was a hard pick this week, but I like sky's flying so I picked him.
<3 love ya
BAMF of The Week: Skyraider
As always, like, comment, subscribe if you like what you see if not, feel free to
<3 love ya
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The Cantina / Re: Burning Skies Saloon
« on: May 22, 2013, 03:47:47 pm »
--Flashback to the then it was fixed again--
He rammed the middle galleon, shredding the engines but splitting them in half. This lined up his guns perfectly for heavy volleys from each broadside, which ignited both of the remaining galleons and let off an explosion so massive it lit up the night. As Paradox and Shink let loose the volley within the confines of the galleon, scrap both of metal and wood flew everywhere across the bottom deck of Zill's galleon. A round that was loaded exploded in the chamber of the enemy's ships flak, a large flurry of metal from the flak's flew and pierced Papa's side and shot through him with inexplicable force, he lied there bleeding to death
--Triage--
He awoke, tried to move and was instantly met with debilitating pain emanating from the gaping hole in his torso. It was as if all his pain receptors had fired at the same time, he winced, but made no sound. The drugs the doctors had given him were ineffectual due to his increased metabolism. He realized that the hole was covered by a large metal plate that was bolted to what remained of his left ribcage. A doctor walked in:
"How are you feeling?"
"Can I go?"
"You're in no condition..."
Paradox stood up, his body tried to force him to do otherwise, he receded into his subconscious and focused on putting on foot in front of the other somewhere along the line the tubes that were connected to him reached their limit and ripped out of his body.
He wandered through the street and reached his destination:
--The Burning Skies Saloon--
Paradox walks through the door and collapses.
He rammed the middle galleon, shredding the engines but splitting them in half. This lined up his guns perfectly for heavy volleys from each broadside, which ignited both of the remaining galleons and let off an explosion so massive it lit up the night. As Paradox and Shink let loose the volley within the confines of the galleon, scrap both of metal and wood flew everywhere across the bottom deck of Zill's galleon. A round that was loaded exploded in the chamber of the enemy's ships flak, a large flurry of metal from the flak's flew and pierced Papa's side and shot through him with inexplicable force, he lied there bleeding to death
--Triage--
He awoke, tried to move and was instantly met with debilitating pain emanating from the gaping hole in his torso. It was as if all his pain receptors had fired at the same time, he winced, but made no sound. The drugs the doctors had given him were ineffectual due to his increased metabolism. He realized that the hole was covered by a large metal plate that was bolted to what remained of his left ribcage. A doctor walked in:
"How are you feeling?"
"Can I go?"
"You're in no condition..."
Paradox stood up, his body tried to force him to do otherwise, he receded into his subconscious and focused on putting on foot in front of the other somewhere along the line the tubes that were connected to him reached their limit and ripped out of his body.
He wandered through the street and reached his destination:
--The Burning Skies Saloon--
Paradox walks through the door and collapses.
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The Signal Tower / Re: COGs Week 8 Papa's Post Analysis
« on: May 21, 2013, 02:09:31 am »
How do we wanna format this? I could do a 3 day release doing three videos the first day and two games the last two days OR I could make it one video again with a directory in the annotations. Please give me your opinions.