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What's YOUR Talent?
Mister Grin replied to Silus - Shard of Flame's topic in Alcatraz Versus the Evil Librarians
Maybe you don't exist while you're daydreaming? Maybe the things you daydream about actually occur? I can see how it would be useful for defense, though. The enemy just randomly starts daydreaming whenever you get close. "I'm going to kill you, even if it's the last thing I--Butterflies! Pretty butterflies!" -
What's YOUR Talent?
Mister Grin replied to Silus - Shard of Flame's topic in Alcatraz Versus the Evil Librarians
MILLIONS OF CLONES!!!! -
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What's YOUR Talent?
Mister Grin replied to Silus - Shard of Flame's topic in Alcatraz Versus the Evil Librarians
Try actually using it in combat, though. The more powerful a talent is, the harder it is to control. I would probably end up hurting myself more than the enemy... -
What's YOUR Talent?
Mister Grin replied to Silus - Shard of Flame's topic in Alcatraz Versus the Evil Librarians
I make no sense. Period. I can slip on nothing, run into a countertop, and still remain unharmed. My first time shooting a weapon, I managed to peg the target dead center without even holding the gun right. Five years ago I fixed my plumbing using duct tape without the slightest knowledge of how to do so, and it has yet to leak once. I have managed to fix supposedly fatal computer crashes by sweet-talking my computer three times in the past six years. I suppose this could make sense in the Alcatraz universe, as Quentin's talent pushed to its' logical extreme. As a weaponized talent, -I start talking, and no one can understand a word I say. -I do not require logic to preform an action. In fact, I cannot use logic at all. I fall up, get burnt by cold objects, and misfire weapons in the exact opposite direction. -I can misinterpret directions so badly that I warp the time-space continuum. -Gunpowder refuses to ignite when someone fires at me, knives behave like rubber, and walls crumble before I can run into them. No other Smedry likes to talk about me. I've given all of them PTSD in some way, shape, or form.