BreathTaker

Can I join? I would like to be a Mando heavy/sniper. (If that's ok.) Also, he's not a huge fan of lasers so he uses projectiles such as slug throwers and a rail gun sniper rifle?(again if cool with you) And a Beskar axe.

The first time: I was wearing my deadpool shirt, hat and jacket and pulled out my deadpool money clip to pay... Before asking for two tickets for "How to be Single" the look on the guys face was priceless confusion. Fortunately he realized I was joking before he processed the payment. During the entire movie my wife and I were bawling with laughter. Unfortunately there was a family with very young kinds in the neck break section. The parents covered up the eyes during pretty much the whole movie. The second time... I'm pretty sure I was wearing a different DP shirt (I own five) and the same hat and jacket, didn't joke this time but there was a couple of freakin kids like five seats down that had to leave during the uh... "Romance" scene. We had a pretty good laugh at the parents realizing they made a horrible mistake.

Just started a low-tech Mad Max build on Fallout 4 and oddly, it's the easiest play through I've had yet even though I'm wearing all leather and using only a sawed off and a 10mm. Of course I only JUST cleared the Corvega plant.

Sigrud Hammerhand, warrior and blacksmith of clan Hammerhand in the Giantspike Mountains roamed the lowlands between his home and Ravens Bluff. His father, Sigmund had tasked him with guarding a trader's caravan on its way to the aforementioned city, it was boring work but necessary, and it paid well. The caravan was delivering a large shipment of fresh steel and silver from the mines deep in the Earthspur mountains and needed to be protected from potential bandits... or Moradin forbid, orcs. Sigurd could taste the bile in his mouth at the thought of those stinky beasts using Dwarf mined and forged metals for their own, crude purposes. As he walked, chewing on the stem of his unlit pipe, he heard a rustling sound in the nearby bushes. He didn't think it was anything bigger than a fox but he wanted to be prepared, just in case. He lifted his axe, Fafnir, which he was using as a walking stick and gripped it in both hands. Slowly and cautiously he walked to the offending bush and kicked a rock into it. It rustled one more time before a gigantic black beast shot out, throwing the burly dwarf on his back and leaped over him, right towards the caravan. Sigurd was up as fast as he could and pursued the beast, yelling at the top of his lungs for the Dwarven traders to up arms. "Grab yer axes, ye soft bellied old men!" He yelled, in hopes that they could hold of the dreaded displacer beast long enough for him to get there. They didn't. He pumped his short legs furiously in a vain attempt to reach the wagons, hearing the screams of his kinsman as they fought and died. Three dwarves laid in pools of their own blood, gory holes where throats should be and one more was dying just as Sigurd reached the wagons. Enraged by the sight, the young dwarf rushed at the monster, "Hey, ye bloody cat! Come taste the blade of a real opponent." Taking in the sight of his opponent as it turned its hideous maw towards him, he noticed that it only had five legs and one whip coming off his shoulder. Both wounds were old and scarred over, the cat was wounded even more by the two or three hits the traders managed to land before going to Moradin's smithy but it was still a fierce opponent. The dwarf dashed at the displacer beast just as it lunged through the air. Sigurd dropped to his knees and slid beneath the rippling stomach of the four hundred pound demon cat, slicing his axe through one its five remaining feet, bringing the count down to four. The beast screamed in agony, whipping it's tentacle out, grabbing Sigurd around the ankle and pulling him to his rump. Stunned, the dwarf only had a moment to react as the wounded and angry beast attacked. Sigurd drew his boot knife and cut off the spiked end of the whip-like tentacle. Again the cat screamed in pain but refused to retreat. Instead, it lurched towards the downed dwarf. Like a flash of black lightning a huge paw smacked him across the face, sending a horrible burning sensation throughout his body. Using only instinct taught to him by training with the famous Hammers of Moradin, he stabbed out with his knife. When he felt the blade break skin his flicked his wrist hard, slicing the throat and ending the life of the wicked creature that had killed the dwarves Sigurd was tasked with protecting. Exhausted and woozy from his wound, Sigurd passed out in the middle of the road. When he woke, the morning sun was breaking over the peaks of his home range. He heard a deep croak and turned to see a huge raven feasting greedily on the flesh of his recent kill. "Hey!" He yelled, and immediately regretted it due to the pounding in his head. "Get ye gone, ye greedy bird." He groaned, more quietly, as he threw a rock at the thief. Slowly he stood, wiping the crusted blood from his face gingerly. Sigurd looked around in dismay, four of his kin dead, it was horrible. Without wasting another minute he began to lift the fallen dwarves and load them into the back of the front wagon. Fortunately, the cat had spared the mules that towed the carts, mules who had inexplicably not wandered off. After an hour of loading the carts with his fallen comrades and the dead displacer beast and stringing the mule train together, Sigurd was finally on his way to Ravens Bluff. After three days, Sigurd rolled into the Trade district of Ravens Bluff. He dropped off the metal to the buyers and delivered the trader's bodies to the local temple of Moradin for proper services. The displacer beast had been used for food and it's pelt as a blanket. The knuckle bones on the severed foot had been boiled and braided into his beard. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It has been three years and Sigurd Hammerhand has yet to return to his home in the Earthspur Mountains. He has spent his time traveling the Sea of Fallen Stars aboard trading vessels and spending his pay on drink and smoke. To this day Sigurd blames himself for the traders that had lost their lives to wounded displacer beast in the foothills of his home.

Beautiful song, I thought you were talking about The Rumjacks: Irish Pub Song. But I love this song.I'm also listening to it.

"Ho! Patrons of the Crow's Egg!" The drunk dwarf swayed slightly from his precarious perch atop the old battered table, creaking slightly under his weight. He burped before continuing, "My names is Sigurd Hammerhand and I am here to invite you on my GRAND ADVENTURE!" Sigurd caught himself, barely, from toppling over when he threw his arms out wide. "I come to take you on a magnificent quest, a journey to riches and fame beyond your wildest imagination!" Sigurd hiccuped and smiled in satisfaction at his speech. As he opened his mouth to continue his drunken monologue, he heard a man yell from the other side of the common room, "You want riches? Take this and spare the rest of us your babbling!" A rather large coin purse smacked him square in the forehead, knocking him off the table and on to his seat. "Why you Duregar loving son of a Drow! Who threw that! What's your name!" A young man rose from where the coins came from and announced himself as Alvar. He carried himself like a king, a young, arrogant king. Sigurd started across the room ready to put another scar on the pretty boy's face when a much older man stood up and reprimanded the younger for challenging a complete stranger. The older man, who had an impressive beard, introduced himself by a name the dwarf was too drunk to remember. He looked like a cleric of some sort though Sigurd didn't recognize the symbol on his tabard or know anything of a "Martyr". Apologizing for the actions of his companion before turning back, he mentioned something about a crown. That seemed to change Alvar's mood for the better before they both left the tavern. Feeling downtrodden from his unwelcome rejection, Sigurd left the Crow's egg and wandered out onto the dark, damp street of the Foreigner's District. He drunkenly stumbled down the path towards the open area courtyard to get some fresh air and enjoy his pipe in solitude.

AAAHHHH! IT'S FREAKING AWESOME!!!!!

I like that. I mean, in the story he is a hulk of a man being Svalding. I would love that link.

I'm touched Seo... Is he a giant haha? (In Welsh((?)) mythology he's a Giant king)

I just loved Bran haha obviously everything was amazing from Seo's mind but I feel like he was one of my better written characters. Everyone else also had amazing characters, this is honestly the thread I LEAST suspected to ever die.

I've been playing Fallout 4 like crazy. I'm currently like lvl 52 with about 16 suits of power armor. I've also been playing Brawlhalla.

Hey I know it's been dead but MAN do I want to do this again! A lot of life has gotten in the way lately and if there's any chance of getting it back off the ground please let me know.

I got it for $10 at gamestop. Play the demo first it gives you some epic loot. Youll have to play the tutorial twice but it'll keep you entertained for a bit.

Started playing Shadows of Mordor the other day, it's pretty awesome. I also bought Kingdoms of Amalur and reall enjoyed playing it.

Within a Mile of Home- Flogging Molly (whole album)

Ok guys, I've been gone forever and I've never really posted here before so I'm going to give it a shot. It's a short story battle scene. I plan on it being pretty violent because... well it's a battle scene between the Celts and the Vikings so there's none of the "Chivalry" or "armor". If it's too bad, I'll tone it down but It'll be in spoiler tags.

Seventh Son of the Seventh Son (album) by Iron Maiden

*The Feral Raven has stretches and yawns from it's extended slumber* I am prepared.

Black Sabbath- Master of Reality

You're a Bolton aren't you. "A naked man has few secrets; a flayed man, none."

No one in Tucson plays the MAG. Anywhere. I've gone to multiple game stores and other places where nerds hang out and nothing. I are sad.

Well seeing as how this topic is about the Sci-fi aspect. The ships may not be able to travel faster than light everywhere. It's possible that they would "jump" to different solar systems and have to travel at STL speeds. While traveling, it would be the perfect opportunity for all Feruchemists and variations therein to start storing as much as possible. This would be especially effective, assuming that the visitors from "Sixth" are not the Scadrians or we are talking about a pre-"Prime Directive" era of their space travel. If either of those are the case then there could be Ferring, Twinborn, and Feruchemist strike teams to secure landing sites or as a conquering force. Travel between planets would take time, time that could be used, as I said above, to store attributes. These strike teams could be on rotations as well to increase the amount of time soldiers could store. The armor that they wear could be metalminds. Their weapons could also be used to store attributes into. There is no reason for them to not have metal weapons and armor, seeing as how they aren't going to come across any planets with Scadrian abilities.

In a modern setting a Tineye sniper could also feel the direction the wind is blowing better or just how heavy of a trigger pull their rifle has before firing. I know people can do that in RL without being a Tineye but this would increase that ability... Also, I did NOT read the title as "TACTILE benefits"