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  1. ((And now our story is being run by Handsome Jack. Rocks fall, everyone dies.)) Malik turned to the rest of the group. "What do we want to do now? Sleep in and leave for wherever in the morning?" He sat on his haunches looking at all of the options before them. Which place to go to first...?
  2. Malik chuckles a little, keeping the filly warm. "Oh well, it was worth a try I suppose." "Well, if I ever find a robot mechanic, I'll make sure to point him or her your way. Sound good?" He gently ruffled her mane a little. Still, he felt slightly dejected. He guessed not everyone was not so willing to taking up the call of adventure.
  3. Soul of a Man by Steven Stern. Possibly the song of my life, my existence amidst the great evils of this world. http://www.youtube.com/watch?NR=1&feature=endscreen&v=U2LzMv1474g Vogel im Kafig. Pretty much for all those times I wish I was there to save someone's life, even at the cost of my own.
  4. ...it's going to suck isn't it? Our first encounter? Honestly, humanity has a really bad habit of demonizing whatever it doesn't understand, then beating the crap out of it with a sack of potatoes mixed with bricks. I mean heck, some people don't understand why we like ponies, and make us out to be pedophiles and lowlifes. Heck, our mere existence makes us a ticking time bomb, and the cynical part of me wishes humanity to burn for the better of the universe, the intuitive part of me reminds me that if a race so god awful as us exists, there could be a race that is far more greedy and prone to violence than us. We might not even survive the first encounter, especially if they happen to be anything religious and technologically advanced on the level of the Covenant.
  5. Malik gently threw a wing over Ruby, keeping her close and warm. "Ruby, how do you feel about going to Haven? Who knows, it'll be a long while till we get there, plenty of...trials and tribulations but they might have someone that makes robots." He looked up to the stars and sighed happily. He could still see a few, and he was glad.
  6. "Hm? Oh, my party hat? I just found it blowing in wind one day. It just looked to funny and weird...so I decided to take it with me! Glad you like it." The bot chuckled, sitting beside Ruby. He pondered for a moment, then spoke up again: he needed to know. "Ruby...what are you going to do now that your father's gone? I imagine you plan on joining the Steel Rangers, yes?" Mal asked her in a slightly more serious tone.
  7. The robots sat up onto his haunches and wrapped his other hoof gently around the filly in a warm hug. Surprising enough, he does feel slightly warm. "Friend, you may simply call me Malik or Mal, for short. And thank you, for keeping a my hat safe, Ruby." He chuckled. He set her down after a while and gave her light but forceful nudge with his face: "Hooligan." He responded to her quip, giggling all the while. Malik shot a sharp look (er...sharpish) at Angel. Why must he taint the children with cursewords... He looked to Ruby. "Make sure you and Spion stay out of trouble too, alright?" He patted her head gently, ruffling the hair a little.
  8. For beta testing, I think they're mainly going for the big names and the people who they know for certain have had experience with mmo's or have made fairly popular mmo's to maximize the thoroughness of the closed beta. With the amount of creativity and effort they're putting into this game, I think it's going to turn out just fine. As for the trailers, I guess I could see that happening. It would be pretty cool if they made a series off of it for both the Dominion side and the Exile side.
  9. I've never been hooked on an mmorpg before, especially before it has come out. The first trailer I saw of WildStar got me hooked, as did all of the others. But LAWDY the one with Tara Strong in it made me squee. Then I just kinda flopped around on the floor and fanboy'd for the next hour or so while foaming at the mouth. I'm absolutely /sold/ on this game.
  10. Actually, from what I've heard, it's a movie, not a tv series spin-off. That said, they'd probably rake in more than enough cash from bronies who decide to buy tickets to see it. See as how the newly anthro cast would look nothing like the toys at that point, saying that it's a plot to sell more toys just...doesn't stick well. Unless of course they make toys based off of the movie. Wouldn't surprise me, and while I don't feel quite alright with the sudden change in pace for the movie itself, I don't think its wrong to experiment a little as long as they don't blatantly cross the line (the line being fairly subjective of course) or the movie doesn't bomb. Or both. I mean, that's kinda the whole point of this trail and error thing: they're trying to get a feel for what fans like or dislike about it.
  11. Malik quickly remembers that he wanted to check up on Ruby to see how she was doing. He trotted around the place, flailing his arms around and calling out her name in hopes of catching her attention. He stopped for a moment, realizing that she probably isn't here at all, but realizes once more that Beanie had been exiled, so this was as much her celebration as everyone else's, more so. "Ruby! Are you around?" The bot called out. He stumbles and falls on his face, the lower half of his body now hanging over his head. A few of the Rangers are quite amused at this display.
  12. I dub my balloon...Pope Pop III!
  13. Thanks! I'm not sure whether to start now and make stuff as I go a long or start it off when the game comes out. I doubt I'll actually buy the game and play it because the trailer scared me into yelling, jumping in my chair, and shriveling up into a ball of scared author. Buuuuuuuut since you guys were nice enough to drop by with a reply, I'll let you all have another snippet. *** Mandus shook, reaching for a lungful of air with each breath he took. Reality had come back to him, though he knew not where he was or how he got here in this...daunting corridor of metal, steam and shadow. He took his lantern, while trying to will his arm to stop shaking, evident both in movement and the rattling the rusted handle made in its loose clasps. In the few moments of lucidity that he managed to grasp, he already did not like where this was going. He shone the light down the unnaturally darkened hallway, doing his best to keep quiet. The echoing of his footsteps against the metal grating-floor sought to do otherwise. Fear was replaced by relief as the weak light revealed a bend in the hallway, only to be replaced again by horror as that bend revealed a door way covered by strips of plastic hanging from the top: a cargo area no doubt...but what did it really hold? Mandus immediately regretted having asked himself this as he shoved past the plastic flaps and into the room as it was answered with a maze of cages...and an eldritch bellowing that was not human or animal. He panicked and sought sanctuary as the clopping thundered closer and closer. He looked into an opened cage, but backed out after seeing a the rotting carcass of what he assumed was once a filly. The filly he once held up to the professor. He backed out and quickly dove into the next one as the huffing and puffing of his abominable pursuer closed in on him, turning off his lantern and ignoring the sickening splatter his landing made as the entrails of whatever was in this cage are disturbed. The creature strikes the cages just seconds before his desperate maneuver, causing it to shift as Mandus was practically sent reeling by the deafening roar of what ever the hell was separated from him by the thin metal caging that kept him safe. But he was glad he could not see in the dark for what this horror truly was. Yet at the same time, not knowing what it was that intended to kill him with such violent wrath horrified him all the more. Mandus remembered to breathe again as the thing scampered away...only to take in the scent of the freshly deceased corpse of a pony he had landed on...it had been eaten recently. What rotten luck he's had...though the accidental pun he made sickened almost as the pungent smell of death and tainted flesh in the room of cages. Almost as much as imagining what foul debauchery of animal parts, fleshes and organs have taken place to rouse such an awful, vocal din. Try as he may...he could not resist man's primal fear of the unknown. Yet he felt that knowing would be equally bad as not knowing what was trying to kill him. So he did no further to inquire of himself and his own imagination. Lest he lose the rest of his dwindling sanity. But it was much too late for that. For the world of darkness, machinery and speakable horrors he has stepped into...is not of his own. Not anymore.
  14. "Heh, don't sweat it, recharge just means recharge to me, doesn't matter how it's put...but thank you for your concern." The bot gives Premier what probably would've been a wink if he had eyelids, catching notice of her blush. He deposits the caps into the storage unit in his back "I'll let you go talk with Dawn. But it'd be nice if we could chat when you'd get back, I'd like to hear about your personal experience with the Rangers." Malik chimed happily, waving her off as he trotted off to sit alone and gaze at the beautiful stars...well, the ones that weren't covered up by the clouds, anyway.
  15. Malik stood up next and voiced his own two cents on the matter. "When given the chance to lead, one needs experience, not youth. We need someone who has seen the history of this outpost and learned well from it, from both today and in the many years before. Experience, and the ability to adapt to any given situation and the willingness so accept mistakes and learn from them." He turned to Premier with a nod. "Premier, I hereby recommend you as the new leader of this outpost." "However," He continued. "We have more pressing matters to deal with." He changed his tone to a more grim and concerned octave: "The Technophiles."
  16. "No, you didn't, Pot Belly...you made a mistake, but it doesn't mean that you're a bad colt." Malik spoke softly before turning to the crowd. "Look at him! Do you not see his tears!? You are all his children and he merely wishes to keep you safe? Was not like this with you own mother or father, or perhaps with your own children? Do we all not make the same mistake of trying to protect something so near and dear to our hearts that it ends up despising us and rebelling?!" He pivots and shoots a glare at Beanie. "Yet this colt here has not only gotten on of the townsfolk that you swore to protect killed, but he has also tried to pin the blame of the Technophiles! Do you want to know what I call that?! Cowardice!!" The bot yelled emphatically. "But killers and cowards have no place in the Rangers, so let it be known that you WILL have the freedom to move in and out this area and give aid to the townsfolk! As for Beanie, and those who side with him, you will all be executed for being an accomplice and direct cause of the murder of Ruby's father. So before any of you take to Beanie's side, I want you to take a stand and shout it out loud..." He stomps his hoof into the concrete and cracks it hard. "Are you a Ranger?! Or are you a murderer?!" The bot set this ultimatum before the crowd. (Rolls, don't fail me now...) (INT roll to pacify the crowd and turn them against Beanie: 51!!)
  17. "If you're going to harm him, kill him." Malik spoke up, trotting over to Beanie, circling him as the bot began to speak. "I will not let a child be tarnished by the corruption of the Wasteland, where lives are tossed around without a second of remorse. This 'colt', if any of you ponies can really call him that, ended one life." He glared down at Beanie Toe. He turned and began pacing in the other direction: "But he ruined three. The father, who is no longer with us. The mother, who must now find work to take care of herself and her child, who will never again feel the warm touch of her lover by her side. Neither will the child, who's only wish now is the end of the colt's life. Yet, deep in her heart, she too yearns to hear her father's comforting voice once more." He stops. "But it a voice that shall come no more. A life that has been torn from a pony cannot be remade and it cannot be replaced. This is not a 'mistake', as Beanie Toe put it. This was a murder. You want to know why this is not a mistake?" The robot turns to face those who have aligned themselves with Beanie Toe. "A mistake can be fixed. A corpse cannot. So let me ask you this, those who have aligned themselves with Beanie Toe...are you a Ranger? Or a murderer? I want you to stop and look at yourselves and ask..." He paused. "...'am I willing to follow in the crimson hoofsteps of a colt whose hooves are drenched in blood of an honest, innocent and loving father'?" (INT Roll to inspire rational thought into the crowd and turn them against Beanie Toe: 37)
  18. ((So my sudden attack in my previous post will be done after negotiations go belly up? Just wondering. I know it was pretty sudden, but I was pretty much gunnin' for him during the time at the farmhouse and now that we know he really was behind all of this, Malik, and I as well, want to fill him dead with lead. ))
  19. Malik stood up. He trotted slowly out halfway between his own group and Beanie and stopped, watching the crowd around him. He spoke. "To those who have sided with Beanie, and to Beanie, you unfathomable, unreasonable, stupid, fucking, prick..." He stomped his hooves into the ground, gears whirring as his legs seemingly locked into place. "...you have all killed a loving father, the father of a filly and the husband of a very kind mare. An unforgiveable act." Hissing, clanking, whirring. A minigun rose from his back, slowly speeding up to fire, aimed directly at Beanie. "This will be your grave." Malik's minigun let loose a deafening roar as bullets tore the air to shreds and sought to eviscerate Beanie Toe. ((And on that happy note, how will our skills come into play? That is, what are the mechanics they will drive or be driven by?))
  20. Malik waves Alizarin and Raptor over. "You two, what have you found out so far?" The robot inquired, pacing about the room as he mulled over his thoughts. Malik hoped he was right, because most of what he was about to hear he assumed had already figured, should that be the case, he would charge out of this room and after Beanie...perhaps. He wanted to at least, bit it'd be too risky.
  21. Malik made an electronic whistle, rallying the rest of the group to the farmhouse and probably catching Premier's attention (oh boy). "Well, I can tell you this. If Tempo didn't tell him what had actually happened, the only way he could have know about it is if he committed the crime himself...or he was an accomplice, which would be a more likely reason for Ruby to believe that the whole of the Rangers was to blame." He thought a bit more... "...and accomplices have 'friends'. Potbelly, do you know of anyone close to Beanie?"
  22. Me and my dad are planning on building a Linux Box, totes Ubuntu, for Steam. Viruses, lag? What are those? Though I'm going to be swamped this summer, better start making some headway into it.
  23. 1. As they walked in, he saw the back room with the coat that mare he ran over was now wearing. Meaning she was probably in the room awaiting some sort of meeting with Potbelly. 2. Potbelly was not actually concerned with the food than he probably was with the 'meeting'. Judging by the fact that he went through the kitchen, it was clear he meant to keep us thinking that he was stuffing his face and otherwise keep the meeting a secret, otherwise he would have said he needed to talk to the mare in the first place and would've been done with it. 3. Perhaps the most unsettling, Beanie Toe was the only one he knew for sure went outside, and since Silver had noticed somepony spying on them and they both found hoofprints by the window... "Actually, if there's anyone I'm suspicious of, it's you...Beanie Toe," Malik began to circle around the Ranger, carefully scanning the Ranger's hooves out of the corner of his eyes (good thing he has no pupils). Potbelly's interrogation would have to come later. "What exactly were you doing outside? I certainly hope you weren't the one spying on us, were you?" ((Perception Roll to cross-reference his hooves with the size of the hoofprints outside, or an unusual amount of dust-buildup around the legs and hooves: 25))
  24. Malik looks to Beanie Toe, then the partially/mostly destroyed wall and furniture. "S'pose you'd like wrestle me for the off button then, like I wrestled that?" He points to the said wall. "Cuz you might lose a spine." The bot practically growled electronically. "Aside from that, one of my comrades thought we were being spied on. I followed the tracks to the door and I heard voices inside-...hey wait a minute." Malik just thought of something extremely crucial, looking to Pot Belly. "You went into the the kitchen. Not outside. " He began to paw at the ground with rising anticipation and foreboding suspicion. He felt he was onto something, but he needed more thought put into it...think, Malik, think! (Intelligence Roll= 42...The answer to life, the universe, and everything.)
  25. UnitP0N13

    gaming The Xbox One

    At this rate, I'm just ready to hang up the old Xbox towel. Too many CoD's and stupid add-ons, we didn't really even get to see the actual thing in action, live. I'm not terribly impressed. I guess I'll be pre-ordering Borderlands 3 for the PC.
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