Voidus

I much prefer a system like that found in Dragon Age, particularly in Inquisition, your choices still matter, they still influence the overarching story and they influence how other characters interact with you but it's not just a binary choice, you need to choose carefully over the entire game. It also avoids the absurdities in most Karma systems, they want you to proceed at a predictable pace so your karma is minorly influenced by gameplay aspects like killing people or healing them and instead most of your karma comes from cutscene decisions. So you can murder everyone you meet and so long as you're nice when you talk to people it's all totally fine.

Yay! Someone read Elantris first! Hope you enjoy the rest of the cosmere just as much, you've got Mistborn, Stormlight and Warbreaker left so you've got some good reading to look forward to.

Civility is a two way street. I say punch the buggers.

That's kind of my point, why give you the illusion of choice if you don't really get to choose anything? It should have just been a selection at the start, do you want to be good!Cole? Or do you want to eat babies for breakfast and throw lightning bolts at grandmothers?

Instead of a pyramid with an eye can we have a floating museum with a pug?

It's almost like there's a group of people controlling everyone who have a vested interest in causing chaos and destruction in Oregon.

It's almost like advertise gladiatorial battles where people can win prestige attracts the kind of people who like showing off... I sense a flaw in Soulcasters plans.

Fallout 4 has been awesome so far, though now I'm stuck in a mission since it keeps crashing whenever I travel to the mission objective. Ah well, guess I'll just have to build more settlements.

*Hides the MEE under his bed* No.... I don't know what you could be talking about. I'm not sure, I vaguely remember the Epic name but I can't find anything other than the Epics of Oregon post about it so I don't think he did, I'll shoot him a PM.

I seriously doubt that a single Seer could take on a thousand Koloss. The danger of being checkmated is just way too high, not to mention the physical advantage Koloss have, they're harder to kill as well as being way stronger, having a longer reach and probably being faster too. Without pewter the Seers are just down to dodging to avoid attacks, and if they all guard the entrances they'd either be too closely packed to be able to dodge effectively or too spread out to provide a reasonable barrier against the Koloss. I think 100 Koloss for a single Seer would be difficult, 1000 would be impossible. Even Vin would struggle against those kinds of numbers and she's a ninja-warrior who's been blessed by god.

I just hate karma meters in general, especially in an RPG where they keep offering you choices but there's only ever a benefit to going down one path or the other, alternating between them just reduces your rewards. Looking at you Infamous.

There's actually quite a few NPCs in the Dominion, which might let more people join if Twi and Blackhoof are ok with it. Off the top of my head: Toymaker, Collaborate, Upgrade, Leech (I think) and Murphy (Who I've tentatively claimed for the moment but am more than happy for someone else to write if they want to.

I could send a Vanilla guard but Mouldbreaker's the one who'd usually be sent to deal with this so it's probably Mckeedee who'll post it. I think Soulcaster will get some inspiration from this that the best way to avoid having to deal with this would be to set up a challenge system, that'll give us time to develop it before its fully implemented without demeaning all the previous fights. On another note: Is anyone in the MONA free at the moment?/Is there anything PP and Saccharine could be doing? Mrs. Voidus is in the mood for some RPing of late.

You're definitely one of the most prolific members but I had to just pick 3

There's also the question of how the ratings are based, just ranked on that days match ups or is it a consistent ranking marking someones entire career in the arena? Because getting enough wins to reach the top might be difficult for some of the newer Epics even if they're powerful. Also new Wastelands post up, because training that involves shooting people to teach them about responsible gun handling is fun.

It could work, not a bad idea for providing more of a connection between fights. What do other Salem players think?

Day 1 An old man patrolled in front of the new Immortal soldiers of Adelaide, his voice was loud but either all his years of shouting had destroyed his voice or else he was the heaviest smoker that Jefferson had ever known, his gravelly voice was nearly indecipherable at times. "This is your USP." He said, holding out a pistol for the new recruits to see. "It will save your life and you will respect it as such. It will be the weapon you carry the most often, the weapon you practice with the most often and it will be the weapon you kill with the most often. Any questions?" Jefferson had several, like what the hell did USP stand for? What caliber bullet did it fire? For that matter did bullet calibers even matter? Before Calamity had arisen his interest in military-use weapons had been basically non-existent. Afterwards all he'd needed to know was that if you ever get your hands on a weapon, hide it. Because Epics tended to not like normal people carrying weapons, given that most of them died from a bullet to the head as easily as anyone else did they tended to view it as threatening. However Jefferson asked none of these questions, it had been made clear to him that he needed to appear knowledgeable about these things now, he was technically in charge of the man teaching him about this weapon and it didn't seem to make a lot of sense to appear dumber than his subordinate. "No sir." Jefferson responded in chorus with the rest of the new Immortals. "Then you're all idiots." He said. "This is the weapon that you will stake your life on, so unless you either made it or are me then you have questions about this weapon. Now since none of you sound german to me, I don't think you made it and granted I may not look in a mirror as often as I should" He stroked his unkempt beard for emphasis. "But I don't much think I'm crazy enough to be talking to a room full of me either. So... Questions! Now!" It seemed that Jefferson knew absolutely nothing about being in the military. Who knew that Hollywood would lie to him for so many years? No one had called him 'maggot' once, he hadn't been made to do a single push-up and he hadn't even had to make his bed twenty times. Well he supposed that might be tomorrows practice. The other recruits were all nervously silent, alternating staring at the weapons master, their feet and at Jefferson. Well guess I need to take the lead. Jefferson was just about to ask one of the less-idiotic sounding questions that came to mind when another voice piped up instead. "How do I kill things with it?" One of the few women in the squad asked, Jefferson dimly remembered her as the one who'd tried to shoot themselves to avoid killing their family. A dangerous look now dwelt in her eye. 3 guesses who she wants to kill with it. Jefferson thought idly. But a bullet isn't going to be any more effective on him than it was when you tried it on yourself. Probably less effective. The weapons master grinned at her for a moment before answering. "Good question. We'll be getting to that shortly but suffice it to say that that will mostly come naturally to you lot, Immortals always do better than is natural in weapons practice." Having at last gotten something resembling a friendly gesture from him woman smiled. "You the one who tried to shoot herself then?" The weapons master continued. "The lord asked me to look out for you, you got dedication so that's good, you just make sure you turn it to the right place now, dedicate yourself to the job and you'll find yourself happy again, dedicate yourself to revenge and, well you know better than I do what he can do to people who annoy him." Her smile slid from her face, replaced by a grim look of refusal. "Well we'll deal with that when we have to. So, more questions?" The others nervously began to make queries of their own, some of them were the same questions that Jefferson had thought of, a couple were things that even he knew the answer to but the gruff faced, gravelly voiced man answered them all without judgement. As far as he was concerned they were all idiots about weapons anyway. After the questions came practice, although not the practice they'd been expecting, rather than practicing actually firing the weapon they practiced maintenance, loading and unloading, dismantling and reassembling, identifying the parts, lubricating, cleaning and finally... "This is how you are going to hold a gun when you're not using it. Which until I tell you to is always. If I see you pointing it at someone, like this idiot-" A gnarled finger pointed out an unfortunate man who was idly playing with his pistol, the barrel now pointed directly at the person next to him. "Sorry sir, but it's not even load-" A sharp bang sounded out as the weapons masters own weapon was raised in an instant and fired. The 'idiot' looked stunned for a second, looking down at their body, sure he'd been shot. "You're not the one you would have shot idiot." Everyone turned to look at the recipient, the man standing next to the idiot, or he had been standing but he now collapsed as he fingered the hole in his chest. "What the hell! You shot me!" He yelled from the ground, his wound already closing up as the bullet was ejected from the wound. "No I didn't, he did, if you point that weapon at someone you all better be doing it with the intent to fire it because if I catch any of you doing it I will fire for you. Understand?" They all nodded vigorously, pointing their weapons straight down as they were shown, leaving the unfortunate victim to slowly get up and take his place in line once again. "And as for the idiot, in case that wasn't enough you now get to be on cleanup duty for the next week." Huh. Guess the movies got some stuff right, wonder if he'll be cleaning the toilet with his toothbrush or something. "By which I should clarify for all of you, cleanup is disposing of bodies that have met with the... displeasure of our lord or the other immortals. And let me tell you, that rotting flesh thing you all do can make for some pretty ripe corpses." Or not. Jefferson amended, wondering if anything in his life was going to be normal again. "This may all seem very harsh, normally I don't shoot recruits to point out this lesson but luckily you all don't die from that so i can push you harder." A maniacal grin spread across the old face. "And push you I shall. So first lesson in actually firing the thing." It turned out the 'lesson' involved each of them standing at the far end of the food court and getting shot multiple times by the others. Luckily they'd had their necrosis inducing powers taken away while they were training but getting shot still sparking hurt even by itself. Getting shot a dozen times in a row as each of your squadmembers took their turn was particularly painful. It seemed that the weapons master was a fan of memorable lessons. Finally they were dismissed for the day, each of them rubbing the holes in their clothing that they still felt should be sore. They were then escorted out of the mall by an Immortal from an older squad, his sunken eyes instilled fear and silence into them all as they trudged out of the mall towards their new quarters. "Word of advice." The immortal said, his voice surprisingly normal. "Your old names. Forget them. For now, you are Alpha squad, you will each be assigned a number, you will use this number to refer to each other in all future practice sessions. Later on if you earn it you will be assigned a rank and a codename, that will be your new name and your new life. You're not explicitly banned from using your old name but it's not recommended." A number? Because this wasn't like some dystopian sci-fi novel enough as it was. They actually got to ride in an elevator on their way up to their quarters, a luxury that hadn't been in use in the city for nearly a year now since almost nowhere had power. The Immortal left them at their floor, advising only that they 'choose carefully'. They were left alone in a long hallway with several rooms. "Separate rooms? damnation I was looking forward to seeing suicide-girl get changed." one of the younger men in the squad said with a grin. He was promptly punched in the face by 'suicide girl' and had to wait a few seconds for a broken nose to heal before he could speak again. "Ow. Guess I deserved that. So, who gets which room?" The doors were all identical, they all had a simple empty nameplate below the room number. "Guess these are the numbers he was talking about?" Jefferson said, noticing that these numbers appeared to be non-sequential. "Guess so, so we just pick whichever we want to?" BrokenNose said. "Guessing this one is for the 'captain'." Suicide girl said with a snort as the group reached the end of the hall and a door marked 001- CN: Captain. "Great, here I was hoping my codename would be Radar or something." Jefferson mumbled. "Guess that makes you Captain Captain then?" BrokenNose asked as he opened the door opposite. "Guess I'm 249 now since they don't seem to have 007." The others soon took their own rooms, only a couple seemed to actually care what number they got, one number seemed as good as any other. Jefferson opened the door to his room to find a surprise waiting for him, his wife was already inside, snoring gently in a chair by the door, having no doubt grown to tired to keep waiting. Jefferson smiled gently at her, brushing a strand of hair gently from her face and carried her to his bed. It was a tight fit but he managed to fit himself on the bed too, holding his wife closely as he drifted off to sleep.

Oh right, thought you just meant against regular people Yeah didn't watch that one this season, it's been on my maybe list but I've been a bit busy so haven't watched it.

Why?

He's done Epic vs. human matches before so it's not beyond reason.

Um... all of them? Ruby and Penny are probably my standouts cause I like crazy awkward girls who can kick chull when they need to. And Red like Roses is indeed awesome.

I think that one's on a whole different level, with the others it's just a matter of classification, does liking fantasy make you a nerd? Well ultimately that's a matter of semantics. But systematically refusing to believe that an entire gender could possibly be interested in nerdy stuff (Or equally stupidly and a thousand times more narcissistic, believing they're only into it to impress guys) is just a whole other level of stupid.

Been watching since the first trailers for it came out I do miss the opening from Vol. 1 though. Although Vol. 3 is doing really well so far considering what happened.

Steelheart spoilers

See on that second point I'm somewhat inclined to disagree, because nerds will call other nerds fake-nerds all day long if you let them. Some people will say that unless you can name all the Flashes off the top of your head you're not a nerd, some think that if you haven't memorized at least 50 decimal points of Pi you're not a nerd and some people (Rightfully in my opinion) simply think that being a nerd is being passionately enthusiastic about something, be that mathematics, comics or your favorite fantasy author.