Lightsworn Panda

Thanks for appreciating my terrible pun. The contact doesn't have to be mutual. However, there's a 1 day cool down between the Bamboozling for each individual person. It's just the number of things that Diffusi can keep track of in his head. The Bamboozler is one of Panda's first converts. He will definitely feature in one of Panda's flashbacks, and the reason he was pandafied will also be shown. Energy Diffusi might also be explained, if I have the time.

The Panda grew up speaking Chinese - both Mandarin and Cantonese - although they've taken a backseat to English, which has become his dominant language (probably because English at least has a reasonable and flexible alphabet compared to Chinese, and probably because The Panda lives in Australia). However, The Panda can still speak Mandarin (and of course English) fluently, although Cantonese seems to have drifted away from him. The Panda has also learnt Japanese, Italian and French before, although it appears that the Panda can only handle 3 languages or dialects at a time. The Panda has also strangely started speaking in the 3rd person.

Meanwhile, the Panda was capturing servants and unwary guests for Pandafication.

... Just exactly how much time did you spend writing that!? Take my upvotes!

Pardon my interruption of what will certainly turn into a cascade of terrible puns and jokes, but I've finished my Profiles for the Bamboozler and Energy Diffusi. The Bamboozler Appearance: The Bamboozler has been pandafied. Primary Power: Bamboozling. The Bamboozler fills someone's mind with bamboos. The affected person can only comprehend, think, taste, feel and see piles upon piles of bamboos. Occasionally, a Panda can be seen in the mass of bamboos. The Bamboozler can "Bamboozle" someone that is within 10 metres of him, and has heard, seen, felt, tasted or smelt him before (in short, someone that has made contact with him through the five senses. Contact through electronics such as phones doesn't work). The Bamboozling can last for a minute at the longest. The Bamboozling can Bamboozle anyone within 10 metres of him. People who have been Bamboozled will be disorientated after the Bamboozling, and will have partial amnesia and may even be in shock. The Bamboozler can still perform actions mid-Bamboozling. Secondary Power: Prime Invincibility Invincible, except for his weakness. Energy Diffusi Appearance: Energy Diffusi has been pandafied. He's also a member of the Shadow Pandas. Primary Power: Energy Diffusi Energy Diffusi can, as his name suggests, Diffuse energy that's being transmitted. For example, if a bullet is fired at him, Energy Diffusi can diffuse the kinectic and thermal energy in the bullet, rendering the bullet harmless. Energy Diffusi can even create patches of shadow and darkness by diffusing the energy in light. Energy Diffusi's power is limited to a certain area. This area, measures 30 cubic metres, although this areas of influence isn't a cube-shaped area, can be altered in shape (for example, it can be stretched out). Energy Diffusi can focus on up to as many objects as he can comprehend in that area. The energy that is diffused is generally diffused into the air, although it can be transmitted into select objects if Energy Diffusi wishes so. Secondary Power: None Feedback on my characters would be appreciated. Thanks!.

I'll pass. Being a Demon Panda is also fun.

Welcome back, Macen! So yeah, a lot of games have been run in your absence. Sadly, I wasn't evil in any of them. (Sob).

I wish you the best of luck, Kaldell! Judging from the setting of the scene (inside a palace), I'm guessing that the guards probably have smaller and more convenient bows. So yeah, the guards most likely have composite or recurve bows, and definitely not longbows. May I suggest "tank" guards, like guards with shields? They probably won't be able to do much against an Honourblade, but little variety would be nice.

You little killjoy... Oh well. It was fun while it lasted.

Too late, foolish Kobold! I am a Torturer of Heralds now! I will skewer you upon pits of sharpened bamboo stakes! You will be flattened under thousands of my brethren! I will change you into a panda without bothering to numb your sense of pain!

2 more rep, and I'm going to be a Panda Torturer of Heralds. Kobold! Quail in fear before me! Nothing shall save you from the pits of sharpened bamboo stakes!

Wonder what would happen if the admins switched the upvote and downvote button... Sadly, there are negative rankings. Look at the 4th post (Claincy's post) on this thread to see them.

Hey, you're using your second icon again, Kobold. Will you ever use your original one again?

Brilliant Idea! I'm on it.

(Cough)

Plot holes and mistakes seem to dog my writing at every step and turn... Fixed the repeated word. 1) I'm not going to bother explaining this. My mentality is wearing thin, and coming up with solutions will tear a hole. 2) See above. 3) Informant doesn't have a range. All he needs is for you to see him, and you're within his abilities, and since Informant had taken a merry stroll around the guard barracks and the wall, every guard was within his power. Informant was using the telescope to make sure the guards would forget before they ran into someone. (Applause)

So, I finally made my RP post. I'd been suffering a writer's block, so I couldn't have made that post earlier.

Captain Alexpanda face contorted in emotion for a second at Reader's words, before resuming its impassive appearance again. If Reader had blinked, he would have missed the change entirely. "The bag it is, then,' stated Alexpanda calmly. Reader had barely drawn the breath to protest before a Shadow Panda procured a canvas sack, grabbed him and stuffed him firmly into the bag with the assistance of his fellows. Once their objective was, literally, in the bag, the Shadow Pandas took off for the roof of the Bunker for extraction. The extraction was almost perfect, with Lieutenant Porkchop and his squadron of flying porkers arriving on the second, and the Shadow Pandas were air-lifted away in a basket. Back at the Bunker, a man with a fedora slipped quietly out of the compound. It had been a long and tiring day for him, but it had yet to finish. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Earlier in the morning Guardsman Vincent scratched his head in confusion as he stood at the entrance to the Headquarters of Arsenal. He was sure he was here for a reason. Perhaps it had been a report. Yes, a report about some giant trees. But where were the giant trees? Vincent couldn't seem to remember where the trees were. He could feel the queer feeling one gets when they forget something. Now that he thought about it, his report did sound quite bizarre. Who would want to grow giant trees? Maybe it was an excessively tree-loving Epic. Who knew. Struggling to remember what he was reporting for, Vincent shuffled off to a nearby bench to think it out. Little did he know that a man in a fedora was watching him through a telescope. The man in the fedora had many names, although few remembered even one of them. Right now, he was going by the name of Informant. His task had turned out far simpler than he had thought. Earlier today, an acquaintance of his had jammed the devices of the Guards of The Dalles. When the guards spotted the giant trees the Panda had grown, they would attempt to report back to their commander, and when they noticed that their devices weren't working, most of them would run back to their headquarters to report. Just before the guards would reach the headquarters, however, Informant would make them forget about the giant trees and what they were meant to be doing. Because of that, most of the guards in The Dalles abandoned their posts in a forgetful stupor. Informant replaced the telescope back onto the holster attached to the guard tower he was standing on. Turning to leave the tower, Informant stepped around a guard slumped in a spreading pool of crimson. Of course, the partners of the guards that were sent to report had to be dealt with. Poor man. He had forgotten that Informant was right behind him. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Present day The Panda watched the pigs finish dropping their loads on The Dalles. The soldiers in The Dalles had responded quite promptly, and already some of the pigs were hurtling out of the sky from anti-artillery fire and various Epic abilities. As the last basket was emptied of chittering and rabid squirrels, the pigs wheeled around en masse, flying back towards the monolithic tree forts. A single albino pig remained, however, and began flying towards the helicopter that was hovering above the city. If his Informant was correct, the leader of the city, Stephen Vondra, should be in the helicopter. The albino pig bore a message demanding the surrender of the city. Hopefully, Vondra would do the reasonable thing and surrender the city. Most likely, however, Vondra would ignore the message. Nevertheless, it was worth a try. The Panda leaned back on the chair he had brought to him, and drifted off into a panda snooze. The dream that greeted him was a familiar one. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sebastian Ling slapped himself. He had to be lucid dreaming. Currently, he was standing in the middle of an immense bamboo forest. Scattered around him were pagodas and other types of Oriental buildings. While the dream was remarkably realistic and detailed, he couldn't afford to dream right now. He was supposed to be working. If his boss checked on him... A panda, walking on two hind legs, walked pass him. The panda nodded at Sebastian in greeting and said, in perfect and fluent English, "Hello." Sebastian slapped himself again. He wasn't just dreaming. He had to be tripping hard. The panda continued on his path, plucking a bamboo and chewing it nonchalantly. As Sebastian began pinching himself to wake up, and glowing, ethereal light lit up the forest from behind him. Turning around, Sebastian beheld the most glorious sight he had ever beheld. Before him hovered a Panda, glowing - no, Radiating golden light.

That's... Amazingly evil. I have witnessed few plays better than that. (Standing ovation)

So the Wit is the Teemo troll of the game, huh? Pardon me if I'm too blind to see it, but I don't see any rules about the Shardblade. How does it work?

Wyrm, what exactly s the Wit's personal victory?

Jain, a Sin traveller with a toy panda is back. Again. Possibly from the grave.

Well, that was a quick game. Good Game all! Thanks for GMing, Joe! Aonar, I was about to kill you next Cycle with my Renegade skill. Pity we lost before that.

Can I request an updated player list? I'm finding it hard to keep track of the number of players left. Damon, you have not posted at all in this entire game. You haven't given a reason for your inactivity, and this playstyle is drastically different from your LG9 playstyle. You've only been active in your PM's, which I find quite suspicious. Unless you contribute, you're dead weight.

Rainspren can't post right now since he has computer issues, so he requested for me to post for him: Yes, I'm in contact with the LB. My laptop's messed up, so I can't check if the LB has told me anything.