Question 17

[Blackhoof]

Where do they get the gasoline for the vehicles?

Can Arsenal create vehicles with full tanks?

[Kobold King he/him]

Can Arsenal create vehicles with full tanks?

 

 

Yes, but I imagine Scribbler would be more valuable where producing raw gasoline is concerned.

[Blackhoof]

Of course! Duh, i forgot her

[Voidus]

Of course! Duh, i forgot her

I even made a joke about it in one of her earlier posts

[mail-mi he/him]

Where do they get the gasoline for the vehicles?

Can Arsenal create vehicles with full tanks?

BusDriver can.

Also, do you guys know where the glass begins shattering on window panes?

At the point of Impact.

Edited January 8, 2016 by mail-mi

[Voidus]

Edge? Any objections if I write Scribbler following Baxter over to the coffee and asking questions along the way? I assume not but just in case you wanted to have him suddenly turn out to be a serial killer or something and also I'm tired and not well able to process the difference between god-modding and reasonable control of characters.

[Edgedancer he/him]

Edge? Any objections if I write Scribbler following Baxter over to the coffee and asking questions along the way? I assume not but just in case you wanted to have him suddenly turn out to be a serial killer or something and also I'm tired and not well able to process the difference between god-modding and reasonable control of characters.

You discovered my ploy of him actually being a Mr. T style Epic that wants to ensnare Scribbler as his minion.

 

On a serious note, go ahead and feel free to send me the questions in advance, if you want to actually have the answers in your post in a natural order instead of just a bulge with no response..

[TwiLyghtSansSparkles she/her]

Happy birthday, Edgedancer! Party hard! 

 

 

And, since I couldn't find any images of pugs dressed as Snape (what kind of an oversight is that, internet? ) here's the next best thing: 

 

"You promised a quality in-flight movie, but all I see is Breaking Dawn. Ten points from Gryffindor."

"That seems a bit light." 

"For every moment I have to watch this travesty."

[Edgedancer he/him]

Happy birthday, Edgedancer! Party hard! 

 

 

And, since I couldn't find any images of pugs dressed as Snape (what kind of an oversight is that, internet? ) here's the next best thing: 

 

"You promised a quality in-flight movie, but all I see is Breaking Dawn. Ten points from Gryffindor."

"That seems a bit light." 

"For every moment I have to watch this travesty."

Oh, I have been considerd. 100 points for Ravenclaw.

 

For my birthday I wish for many many Rp posts of the usual grand quality (belated presents are accepted ) and Funtimes creating an anthropomorphic pug robot to have a throwdown with one of Corpsemaker's mechs, possibly the Gurren Lagann.  

[Kobold King he/him]

Oh, I have been considerd. 100 points for Ravenclaw.

 

For my birthday I wish for many many Rp posts of the usual grand quality (belated presents are accepted ) and Funtimes creating an anthropomorphic pug robot to have a throwdown with one of Corpsemaker's mechs, possibly the Gurren Lagann.

 

 

Clank. Clank. Clank.

 

No sound but the clanking of metal feet was heard cross the Portland streets, the armies of the Dominion on the march against foes that had for the most part already folded and left. There were no muffled cries or whimpers from the empty buildings. There was no scuffling of people trying to get out of the way as three-story robots marched across the city. Only the ever-beating clanking.

 

CorpseMaker liked it that way, smiling to himself as he sipped coffee atop a mech-drawn litter. Since Thoughttown and the Empire had been defeated there had been no one to oppose him, and his plans had moved forward without a hitch. The people of Portland had been relocated underground, in dark subterranean villages that depended on his merciful gifts of food from the surface. There would be no resistance--not that such a thing would do any good.

 

He'd won. The game was over. If anyone ever asked what happened in Oregon, the answer would be CorpseMaker.

 

Somewhere up ahead the victory march halted, the line of mechs stopping in their tracks at some obstacle in the road. CorpseMaker frowned, eyes narrowing as he tried and failed to make out the front of the line.

 

"Electro," he ordered sternly, turning to a commander riding an ostrich-like robot by his side. "Fly ahead and find the delay. When you find it, kill until the line starts moving again."

 

The electricity Epic grinned at the command, he and the robo-ostrich flying ahead in a trail of lightning. He disappeared into the dusty mist that had enveloped the city, and the air was silent for a minute.

 

Then there was an explosion.

 

From somewhere in the fog Electro's scream could be heard, followed by the crashing sounds of mechs toppling over. Lines of mechs were blasted clear aside as some unstoppable force swept over the line, thundering through the fog and approaching the ruler of Portland himself. CorpseMaker snarled and pulled a lever in his litter, causing the mech he rode to fully envelope him. Enormous cannons the size of buses unfolded from the machine's shoulders, and a high-tech targeting system settled over his eyes.

 

Whoever dares will soon be ash, he decided bitterly, and examined the surroundings in night vision mode.

 

A look of shock and disbelief struck his face.

 

No. You died. It cannot be you!

 

Standing in the street and towering over buildings was an enormous anthropomorphic robot with the head of a giant metal pug, eyes derped and flashing as comically large chainsaws extended from the hands. It stepped forward with terrible purpose, crashing through lines of mechs that were powerless to resist. Bullets began to stream from their guns only to bounce off its armor. Laser beams deflected off of its metal fawn-colored plating. One by one, CorpseMaker's army was being destroyed.

 

And at the top of the pug mech, laughing maniacally within a box of bulletproof glass, was Doctor Funtimes, the powerhouse of the fallen Empire of Light.

 

CorpseMaker roared in anger, flipping on a speaker within his mech.

 

"YOU DARE?" his voice bellowed across Portland. "I AM CALLED CORPSEMAKER, FOR I WILL MAKE CORPSES OF ALL WHO DEFY ME! SURRENDER TO ME NOW, AND I MIGHT SPARE YOU!"

 

The buildings themselves shook at the sound of his amplified voice, windows shattering as if the city itself were surrendering. But the pug mech stood its ground, a voice of its own ringing out.

 

Or if not a voice, definitely a raspberry.

 

Now utterly furious, CorpseMaker pulled the trigger on the weapon controls, his forward cannons launching enormous projectiles at the speed of sound into the enemy mech. The recoil of the shots drove his own mech six feet into the asphalt, but he readjusted its footing and leered at his viewscreen, eager to see the doctor of fun fall.

 

His eyes went wild with fury and disbelief once again as he saw that the projectiles had become globs of whipped cream, which the pug mech was now lapping up with an enormous mechanical tongue. Some distant part of him couldn't decide if it was cute or disturbing. Either way, it didn't matter.

 

"IF I MUST BEST YOU BY BRUTE STRENGTH ALONE, THEN I WILL!" he thundered once more, thrusting levers forward and guiding his mech into a charge forward. Each step shattered the pavement, and from the mech's fists protruded enormous razors. The pug mech raised its own chainsaw-hands, and CorpseMaker braced for combat--

 

Instead he felt a lurching sensation, the entire mech suddenly sinking straight down as if the street had suddenly become a deep pool of chocolate milk. Judging by the view screen, this was exactly what happened.

 

Oh no you don't, CorpseMaker thought savagely. I refuse to allow this battle to end whimsically!

 

With another push of a button his mech flared rockets from its boots and he hurtled into the sky, dripping chocolate milk and now levitating straight above the pug mech.

 

"THIS ENDS--NOW!"

 

With a rocket-propelled kick his own mech struck that of Funtimes, sending her puppy-like machine flying into a building far behind her. It crashed and collapsed within the building, and lay still.

 

CorpseMaker gave a laugh of relief within his mech, slowly lowering himself to the ground. The last threat to his supremacy had been defeated. All that remained now was to have Toymaker whip up a new batch of mechs, and he'd be marching on Astoria by next week...

 

Suddenly, out from the ruined building came the amplified sound of a woman laughing. CorpseMaker felt his anger return.

 

"YOU DARE?" he repeated again, incredulous. "YOU CANNOT WIN, FOR YOU HAVE ALREADY LOST! YOU LIE THERE DEFEATED, AT THE MERCY OF MY BLADE!"

 

Still the laughter continued.

 

"HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN HOW SWIFTLY DEATH CAN COME TO SUCH AS YOU?" CorpseMaker continued, raising a spinning razor-fist.

 

For the first time, the pug mech amplified the feminine voice within into coherent words.

 

"NO, BUT I THINK YOU'VE FORGOTTEN... VANILLA SABOTAGE!"

 

Almost coherent.

 

"'VANILLA SABOTAGE? WHAT FRESH MADNESS IS THIS--"

 

That's when he saw it. While he was distracted a squadron of flying saucers with painted on pug heads had flown to the entrance to the underground city, and were now carrying massive trailers filled with citizens out of the city and into the countryside. By the sizes of the trailers, Funtimes had found a way to evacuate the entire population of Portland.

 

Once again Funtimes' voice boomed out from the collapsed building. "YOUR PEOPLE WEREN'T VERY HAPPY, JEFFREY. SO I'M TAKING THEM TO FUNTOPIA!"

 

The rubble around her mech turned into bright pink bubbles and floated away. The pug mech stood on its own two feet, sprouting angelic wings from its back. The angelic wings themselves sprouted butterfly wings, and the butterfly wings sprouted rockets in what was swiftly becoming the least aerodynamic machine ever built. Nonetheless the mech rose when the rockets fired, and Funtimes began leaving the vicinity of the battle.

 

"NO!" CorpseMaker boomed. "THOSE PEOPLE ARE MINE! YOU WILL NOT TAKE THEM!"

 

He tried to fly up again, but the rocket boots the mech suit was equipped with suddenly ceased to be operational--the internal sensors detected that they'd become enormous bunny slippers instead. CorpseMaker and his mech crashed to earth, plunging into to the deep pool of chocolate milk that might very well extend to the depths of the planet.

 

"CURSE YOU, DOCTOR FUNTIMES!" he yelled as his mech sank into the chocolatey goodness, never to be seen again. "CURSE YOOOOooooooooooooooooooouuuuuuuuu..."

 

And soon only bubbles floated to the top of the chocolate milk.

 

...

 

Ahem. Happy birthday, Edgedancer!

[TwiLyghtSansSparkles she/her]

Clank. Clank. Clank.

 

No sound but the clanking of metal feet was heard cross the Portland streets, the armies of the Dominion on the march against foes that had for the most part already folded and left. There were no muffled cries or whimpers from the empty buildings. There was no scuffling of people trying to get out of the way as three-story robots marched across the city. Only the ever-beating clanking.

 

CorpseMaker liked it that way, smiling to himself as he sipped coffee atop a mech-drawn litter. Since Thoughttown and the Empire had been defeated there had been no one to oppose him, and his plans had moved forward without a hitch. The people of Portland had been relocated underground, in dark subterranean villages that depended on his merciful gifts of food from the surface. There would be no resistance--not that such a thing would do any good.

 

He'd won. The game was over. If anyone ever asked what happened in Oregon, the answer would be CorpseMaker.

 

Somewhere up ahead the victory march halted, the line of mechs stopping in their tracks at some obstacle in the road. CorpseMaker frowned, eyes narrowing as he tried and failed to make out the front of the line.

 

"Electro," he ordered sternly, turning to a commander riding an ostrich-like robot by his side. "Fly ahead and find the delay. When you find it, kill until the line starts moving again."

 

The electricity Epic grinned at the command, he and the robo-ostrich flying ahead in a trail of lightning. He disappeared into the dusty mist that had enveloped the city, and the air was silent for a minute.

 

Then there was an explosion.

 

From somewhere in the fog Electro's scream could be heard, followed by the crashing sounds of mechs toppling over. Lines of mechs were blasted clear aside as some unstoppable force swept over the line, thundering through the fog and approaching the ruler of Portland himself. CorpseMaker snarled and pulled a lever in his litter, causing the mech he rode to fully envelope him. Enormous cannons the size of buses unfolded from the machine's shoulders, and a high-tech targeting system settled over his eyes.

 

Whoever dares will soon be ash, he decided bitterly, and examined the surroundings in night vision mode.

 

A look of shock and disbelief struck his face.

 

No. You died. It cannot be you!

 

Standing in the street and towering over buildings was an enormous anthropomorphic robot with the head of a giant metal pug, eyes derped and flashing as comically large chainsaws extended from the hands. It stepped forward with terrible purpose, crashing through lines of mechs that were powerless to resist. Bullets began to stream from their guns only to bounce off its armor. Laser beams deflected off of its metal fawn-colored plating. One by one, CorpseMaker's army was being destroyed.

 

And at the top of the pug mech, laughing maniacally within a box of bulletproof glass, was Doctor Funtimes, the powerhouse of the fallen Empire of Light.

 

CorpseMaker roared in anger, flipping on a speaker within his mech.

 

"YOU DARE?" his voice bellowed across Portland. "I AM CALLED CORPSEMAKER, FOR I WILL MAKE CORPSES OF ALL WHO DEFY ME! SURRENDER TO ME NOW, AND I MIGHT SPARE YOU!"

 

The buildings themselves shook at the sound of his amplified voice, windows shattering as if the city itself were surrendering. But the pug mech stood its ground, a voice of its own ringing out.

 

Or if not a voice, definitely a raspberry.

 

Now utterly furious, CorpseMaker pulled the trigger on the weapon controls, his forward cannons launching enormous projectiles at the speed of sound into the enemy mech. The recoil of the shots drove his own mech six feet into the asphalt, but he readjusted its footing and leered at his viewscreen, eager to see the doctor of fun fall.

 

His eyes went wild with fury and disbelief once again as he saw that the projectiles had become globs of whipped cream, which the pug mech was now lapping up with an enormous mechanical tongue. Some distant part of him couldn't decide if it was cute or disturbing. Either way, it didn't matter.

 

"IF I MUST BEST YOU BY BRUTE STRENGTH ALONE, THEN I WILL!" he thundered once more, thrusting levers forward and guiding his mech into a charge forward. Each step shattered the pavement, and from the mech's fists protruded enormous razors. The pug mech raised its own chainsaw-hands, and CorpseMaker braced for combat--

 

Instead he felt a lurching sensation, the entire mech suddenly sinking straight down as if the street had suddenly become a deep pool of chocolate milk. Judging by the view screen, this was exactly what happened.

 

Oh no you don't, CorpseMaker thought savagely. I refuse to allow this battle to end whimsically!

 

With another push of a button his mech flared rockets from its boots and he hurtled into the sky, dripping chocolate milk and now levitating straight above the pug mech.

 

"THIS ENDS--NOW!"

 

With a rocket-propelled kick his own mech struck that of Funtimes, sending her puppy-like machine flying into a building far behind her. It crashed and collapsed within the building, and lay still.

 

CorpseMaker gave a laugh of relief within his mech, slowly lowering himself to the ground. The last threat to his supremacy had been defeated. All that remained now was to have Toymaker whip up a new batch of mechs, and he'd be marching on Astoria by next week...

 

Suddenly, out from the ruined building came the amplified sound of a woman laughing. CorpseMaker felt his anger return.

 

"YOU DARE?" he repeated again, incredulous. "YOU CANNOT WIN, FOR YOU HAVE ALREADY LOST! YOU LIE THERE DEFEATED, AT THE MERCY OF MY BLADE!"

 

Still the laughter continued.

 

"HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN HOW SWIFTLY DEATH CAN COME TO SUCH AS YOU?" CorpseMaker continued, raising a spinning razor-fist.

 

For the first time, the pug mech amplified the feminine voice within into coherent words.

 

"NO, BUT I THINK YOU'VE FORGOTTEN... VANILLA SABOTAGE!"

 

Almost coherent.

 

"'VANILLA SABOTAGE? WHAT FRESH MADNESS IS THIS--"

 

That's when he saw it. While he was distracted a squadron of flying saucers with painted on pug heads had flown to the entrance to the underground city, and were now carrying massive trailers filled with citizens out of the city and into the countryside. By the sizes of the trailers, Funtimes had found a way to evacuate the entire population of Portland.

 

Once again Funtimes' voice boomed out from the collapsed building. "YOUR PEOPLE WEREN'T VERY HAPPY, JEFFREY. SO I'M TAKING THEM TO FUNTOPIA!"

 

The rubble around her mech turned into bright pink bubbles and floated away. The pug mech stood on its own two feet, sprouting angelic wings from its back. The angelic wings themselves sprouted butterfly wings, and the butterfly wings sprouted rockets in what was swiftly becoming the least aerodynamic machine ever built. Nonetheless the mech rose when the rockets fired, and Funtimes began leaving the vicinity of the battle.

 

"NO!" CorpseMaker boomed. "THOSE PEOPLE ARE MINE! YOU WILL NOT TAKE THEM!"

 

He tried to fly up again, but the rocket boots the mech suit was equipped with suddenly ceased to be operational--the internal sensors detected that they'd become enormous bunny slippers instead. CorpseMaker and his mech crashed to earth, plunging into to the deep pool of chocolate milk that might very well extend to the depths of the planet.

 

"CURSE YOU, DOCTOR FUNTIMES!" he yelled as his mech sank into the chocolatey goodness, never to be seen again. "CURSE YOOOOooooooooooooooooooouuuuuuuuu..."

 

And soon only bubbles floated to the top of the chocolate milk.

 

...

 

Ahem. Happy birthday, Edgedancer!

 

[Edgedancer he/him]

Clank. Clank. Clank.

 

No sound but the clanking of metal feet was heard cross the Portland streets, the armies of the Dominion on the march against foes that had for the most part already folded and left. There were no muffled cries or whimpers from the empty buildings. There was no scuffling of people trying to get out of the way as three-story robots marched across the city. Only the ever-beating clanking.

 

CorpseMaker liked it that way, smiling to himself as he sipped coffee atop a mech-drawn litter. Since Thoughttown and the Empire had been defeated there had been no one to oppose him, and his plans had moved forward without a hitch. The people of Portland had been relocated underground, in dark subterranean villages that depended on his merciful gifts of food from the surface. There would be no resistance--not that such a thing would do any good.

 

He'd won. The game was over. If anyone ever asked what happened in Oregon, the answer would be CorpseMaker.

 

Somewhere up ahead the victory march halted, the line of mechs stopping in their tracks at some obstacle in the road. CorpseMaker frowned, eyes narrowing as he tried and failed to make out the front of the line.

 

"Electro," he ordered sternly, turning to a commander riding an ostrich-like robot by his side. "Fly ahead and find the delay. When you find it, kill until the line starts moving again."

 

The electricity Epic grinned at the command, he and the robo-ostrich flying ahead in a trail of lightning. He disappeared into the dusty mist that had enveloped the city, and the air was silent for a minute.

 

Then there was an explosion.

 

From somewhere in the fog Electro's scream could be heard, followed by the crashing sounds of mechs toppling over. Lines of mechs were blasted clear aside as some unstoppable force swept over the line, thundering through the fog and approaching the ruler of Portland himself. CorpseMaker snarled and pulled a lever in his litter, causing the mech he rode to fully envelope him. Enormous cannons the size of buses unfolded from the machine's shoulders, and a high-tech targeting system settled over his eyes.

 

Whoever dares will soon be ash, he decided bitterly, and examined the surroundings in night vision mode.

 

A look of shock and disbelief struck his face.

 

No. You died. It cannot be you!

 

Standing in the street and towering over buildings was an enormous anthropomorphic robot with the head of a giant metal pug, eyes derped and flashing as comically large chainsaws extended from the hands. It stepped forward with terrible purpose, crashing through lines of mechs that were powerless to resist. Bullets began to stream from their guns only to bounce off its armor. Laser beams deflected off of its metal fawn-colored plating. One by one, CorpseMaker's army was being destroyed.

 

And at the top of the pug mech, laughing maniacally within a box of bulletproof glass, was Doctor Funtimes, the powerhouse of the fallen Empire of Light.

 

CorpseMaker roared in anger, flipping on a speaker within his mech.

 

"YOU DARE?" his voice bellowed across Portland. "I AM CALLED CORPSEMAKER, FOR I WILL MAKE CORPSES OF ALL WHO DEFY ME! SURRENDER TO ME NOW, AND I MIGHT SPARE YOU!"

 

The buildings themselves shook at the sound of his amplified voice, windows shattering as if the city itself were surrendering. But the pug mech stood its ground, a voice of its own ringing out.

 

Or if not a voice, definitely a raspberry.

 

Now utterly furious, CorpseMaker pulled the trigger on the weapon controls, his forward cannons launching enormous projectiles at the speed of sound into the enemy mech. The recoil of the shots drove his own mech six feet into the asphalt, but he readjusted its footing and leered at his viewscreen, eager to see the doctor of fun fall.

 

His eyes went wild with fury and disbelief once again as he saw that the projectiles had become globs of whipped cream, which the pug mech was now lapping up with an enormous mechanical tongue. Some distant part of him couldn't decide if it was cute or disturbing. Either way, it didn't matter.

 

"IF I MUST BEST YOU BY BRUTE STRENGTH ALONE, THEN I WILL!" he thundered once more, thrusting levers forward and guiding his mech into a charge forward. Each step shattered the pavement, and from the mech's fists protruded enormous razors. The pug mech raised its own chainsaw-hands, and CorpseMaker braced for combat--

 

Instead he felt a lurching sensation, the entire mech suddenly sinking straight down as if the street had suddenly become a deep pool of chocolate milk. Judging by the view screen, this was exactly what happened.

 

Oh no you don't, CorpseMaker thought savagely. I refuse to allow this battle to end whimsically!

 

With another push of a button his mech flared rockets from its boots and he hurtled into the sky, dripping chocolate milk and now levitating straight above the pug mech.

 

"THIS ENDS--NOW!"

 

With a rocket-propelled kick his own mech struck that of Funtimes, sending her puppy-like machine flying into a building far behind her. It crashed and collapsed within the building, and lay still.

 

CorpseMaker gave a laugh of relief within his mech, slowly lowering himself to the ground. The last threat to his supremacy had been defeated. All that remained now was to have Toymaker whip up a new batch of mechs, and he'd be marching on Astoria by next week...

 

Suddenly, out from the ruined building came the amplified sound of a woman laughing. CorpseMaker felt his anger return.

 

"YOU DARE?" he repeated again, incredulous. "YOU CANNOT WIN, FOR YOU HAVE ALREADY LOST! YOU LIE THERE DEFEATED, AT THE MERCY OF MY BLADE!"

 

Still the laughter continued.

 

"HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN HOW SWIFTLY DEATH CAN COME TO SUCH AS YOU?" CorpseMaker continued, raising a spinning razor-fist.

 

For the first time, the pug mech amplified the feminine voice within into coherent words.

 

"NO, BUT I THINK YOU'VE FORGOTTEN... VANILLA SABOTAGE!"

 

Almost coherent.

 

"'VANILLA SABOTAGE? WHAT FRESH MADNESS IS THIS--"

 

That's when he saw it. While he was distracted a squadron of flying saucers with painted on pug heads had flown to the entrance to the underground city, and were now carrying massive trailers filled with citizens out of the city and into the countryside. By the sizes of the trailers, Funtimes had found a way to evacuate the entire population of Portland.

 

Once again Funtimes' voice boomed out from the collapsed building. "YOUR PEOPLE WEREN'T VERY HAPPY, JEFFREY. SO I'M TAKING THEM TO FUNTOPIA!"

 

The rubble around her mech turned into bright pink bubbles and floated away. The pug mech stood on its own two feet, sprouting angelic wings from its back. The angelic wings themselves sprouted butterfly wings, and the butterfly wings sprouted rockets in what was swiftly becoming the least aerodynamic machine ever built. Nonetheless the mech rose when the rockets fired, and Funtimes began leaving the vicinity of the battle.

 

"NO!" CorpseMaker boomed. "THOSE PEOPLE ARE MINE! YOU WILL NOT TAKE THEM!"

 

He tried to fly up again, but the rocket boots the mech suit was equipped with suddenly ceased to be operational--the internal sensors detected that they'd become enormous bunny slippers instead. CorpseMaker and his mech crashed to earth, plunging into to the deep pool of chocolate milk that might very well extend to the depths of the planet.

 

"CURSE YOU, DOCTOR FUNTIMES!" he yelled as his mech sank into the chocolatey goodness, never to be seen again. "CURSE YOOOOooooooooooooooooooouuuuuuuuu..."

 

And soon only bubbles floated to the top of the chocolate milk.

 

...

 

Ahem. Happy birthday, Edgedancer!

A wish spend very very well. Thank you.

[TwiLyghtSansSparkles she/her]

A wish spend very very well. Thank you.

 

It was a birthday wish that benefited us all.

[Mashadar Mistborn he/him]

Happy Birthday, Edge. May Nighthound perish before the next one comes.

[Voidus]

Happy Birthday Edge!
May you view many pugs and be given many Epics on this day.

[Kobold King he/him]

A wish spend very very well. Thank you.

 

 

Another happy customer.

 

 

In other news, I'm watching Arrow and there's now a protagonist character named Arsenal. It's starting to screw with my head.

[TwiLyghtSansSparkles she/her]

Another happy customer.

In other news, I'm watching Arrow and there's now a protagonist character named Arsenal. It's starting to screw with my head.

Has he snapped at everyone for wearing pink socks yet?

[Voidus]

Another happy customer.

 

 

In other news, I'm watching Arrow and there's now a protagonist character named Arsenal. It's starting to screw with my head.

I was wondering if anyone else would ever notice that

It was a bit confusing on my watch through too.

[Kobold King he/him]

Has he snapped at everyone for wearing pink socks yet?

 

 

Not yet, but for a while he had some terrible anger management issues.

 

 

I was wondering if anyone else would ever notice that

It was a bit confusing on my watch through too.

 

 

Watching both Arrow and The Flash I find myself constantly thinking of how none of the villains would last five minutes against the average Oregon Epic.

[Voidus]

Not yet, but for a while he had some terrible anger management issues.

 

 

 

 

Watching both Arrow and The Flash I find myself constantly thinking of how none of the villains would last five minutes against the average Oregon Epic.

To be fair most of the fights are decided by convenience to the plot rather than what makes sense anyway, why on earth the Flash should be afraid of a freeze gun is beyond me, ordinary guns can kill him just as easily and he has no problem outrunning those.

[Blackhoof]

The Flash has perhaps one of the strongest powers ever- he can beat almost any opponent before they realise he is even there.

[Kobold King he/him]

To be fair most of the fights are decided by convenience to the plot rather than what makes sense anyway, why on earth the Flash should be afraid of a freeze gun is beyond me, ordinary guns can kill him just as easily and he has no problem outrunning those.

 

The first Captain Cold episode shows that the cold gun's blast travels faster than he does at his normal speed--it was designed as a contingency against him, after all. That said, Snart never actually uses this to his advantage. He confronts the Flash and monologues with slow exaggerated syllables when he should have been disarmed and punched in the face four hundred times in the second it would take him to raise the weapon.

 

The only villains who are a legitimate threat to the Flash are those with a strong prime invincibility, for the most part. For instance, I struggle to think of what he could do to stop Lucentia or Steelheart.

[Mashadar Mistborn he/him]

The first Captain Cold episode shows that the cold gun's blast travels faster than he does at his normal speed--it was designed as a contingency against him, after all. That said, Snart never actually uses this to his advantage. He confronts the Flash and monologues with slow exaggerated syllables when he should have been disarmed and punched in the face four hundred times in the second it would take him to raise the weapon.

The only villains who are a legitimate threat to the Flash are those with a strong prime invincibility, for the most part. For instance, I struggle to think of what he could do to stop Lucentia or Steelheart.

Nighthound on the other hand...

Edited January 10, 2016 by Mashadar Mistborn

[18th Shard he/him]

Paradox would be an interesting fight. He slows things down as they approach to harm him, but the Flash could theoretically move before the PI kicked in, which would make the Pi activate earlier.

[Voidus]

And happy Birthday to Twi too apparently...