Re: Forumite Romance XII: A Crackship. Shaken, Not Stirred.
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Re: Forumite Romance XII: A Crackship. Shaken, Not Stirred.
Rogue of Space
according to the wiki, the space deals with speed. So I can totally imagine a rogue of space slowing enemies down with crushing gravity, while her allies are unburdened by their own weight.
However, a rogue of space could also steal someone's size.
Re: Forumite Romance XII: A Crackship. Shaken, Not Stirred.
I think it's also possible she could incapacitate enemies temporarily if enough gravity is generated on certain points. I also think she might be able to take things and stuff them into an extra-dimensional space, that or just carry it with her and decrease the size.
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Re: Forumite Romance XII: A Crackship. Shaken, Not Stirred.
Originally Posted by CranialHeartache
I think it's also possible she could incapacitate enemies temporarily if enough gravity is generated on certain points. I also think she might be able to take things and stuff them into an extra-dimensional space, that or just carry it with her and decrease the size.
Well, well, it seems I've been absent for a while, haven't I? Not as long as some recurring faces, I see? It warms my heart to see some veterans return to us. I see there is also a fellow Hero of Space among us, huh?
Nice to meet ya, CranialHeartache, although I do feel like we have met before but I can't be sure. Anyways, I'm YingYangGujju, you can call me Ying, YingYang or pretty much whatever else you like. I'm a Knight of Space and this thread's resident...um...resident...Shit, I guess I'm not really the resident anything, am I? :B
Anyways, glad to see this thread has completely gone bottoms up in my absence. But still, guys, come on. We can do a lot better than this! Come on, we can't let the vets think we are a bunch of boring people who barely crank out any content. LET'S START SOME SICK FIRES, GUYS!!!!!!
PS: Guys, I mentioned this on CO-75, but, we really do need to vote on an OP for the next thread. They're gonna need time to get things set up for that, y'know? So, come on, let's start nominating some people! :P
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Originally Posted by Ying
Originally Posted by Ying's Bro
Aw yeah, I just pulled a rabbit out of a hat!
...You just pulled a pack of jelly out of a plastic bag! That's not even remotely close by any stretch of the imagination!
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You're pretty cool YingYang. I consider myself a Priest of Hope (I took a personality quiz - my lowest attribute lead to Life so if my title was a challenge it'd be Life, but I have an affinity for hope it seems.) My old ectochild with crepuscularDissembler was Lamia Snapdragon, and she was the Rogue of Space.
I don't know who to nominate -I haven't been around for awhile.
I used to heart and star (especially star) everyone. In my opinion, because star was apparently another suit, that I considered star as being friendship.
I'm not good with teh arts but I can do small little fanfiction-type things if someone asks. Just need some background info and I should be all set.
Welcome back by the way, YingYang.
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Re: Forumite Romance XII: A Crackship. Shaken, Not Stirred.
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That is one way of looking at it.
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Do you want a silly fanfic of some form or another Glitch? If you do, you should give me some specifications or else I'm going to go with whatever I think of off the top of my head.
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Re: Forumite Romance XII: A Crackship. Shaken, Not Stirred.
Originally Posted by Varkarrus
ooh ooh give me a silly fanfic!
(my avatar is the bard of cute)
The Bard of...Cute?
Sooooo, just to be perfectly clear, you are a hamster sporting a monocle, top hat resting on a clown hat and a codpiece...
...I just want everyone to just take a moment...and let that all just sink in...
Good, while you all do that, I'm gonna go draw this...AFTER my test. x.x
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My Avatar:
In all his half-bodied, one-handed, indigo-blood troll glory:
For those of you who actually need his WHOLE body, his shirt is untucked, he wears black relaxed-fit jeans(before any of you fools even THINK of putting him in skinny jeans.) with big ol' cargo pockets(That's like a prerequisite for all my characters...I LOVE CARGO POCKETS!) and the trademark blood-color sneakers.
And here he is in all his full-bodied, two-handed, red-blood, elbow-nibbling, chaos-loving, shape-shifting, anthromorphic crab glory:
Courtesy of the lovely and talented Miss PackratImp().
OH SNOP.
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And just when you thought you have had enough, there was more!
Ying's gone human...and Bollywood!
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Originally Posted by Ying
Originally Posted by Ying's Bro
Aw yeah, I just pulled a rabbit out of a hat!
...You just pulled a pack of jelly out of a plastic bag! That's not even remotely close by any stretch of the imagination!
Laughing through the day
Thinking you are never boring
Speeding through the night
Maybe you not count the morning
There's nothing you can do
To keep it out
There's nothing you can do
Just scream and shout
Living for today
But you just can't find tomorrow
Talking about the joy
But it never stops the sorrow
There's nothing you can do
To keep it out
There's nothing you can do
Just scream and shout, saying:
I'm so lucky lucky
I'm so lucky lucky
I'm so lovely lovely
I'm so lovely lovely
You can fool yourself
I promise it will help
Now every single day
I just wanna hear you saying
I'm so lucky lucky
I'm so lucky lucky
I'm so lovely lovely
I'm so lovely lovely
You can fool yourself
I promise it will help
Now every single day
I just wanna hear you saying
Even though you said
It would never end it's over
You were smiling on my arm
Now you're crying on my shoulder
There's nothing you can do
To keep it out
There's nothing you can do
Just scream and shout, saying:
I'm so lucky lucky
I'm so lucky lucky
I'm so lovely lovely
I'm so lovely lovely
You can fool yourself
I promise it will help
Now every single day
I just wanna hear you saying:
I'm so lucky lucky
I'm so lucky lucky
I'm so lovely lovely
I'm so lovely lovely
You can fool yourself
I promise it will help
Now every single day
I just wanna hear you saying
You can never be forever
Good together
Young and clever
You can never be forever
But keep it up
Don't ever stop
Through night and day
The words to say are:
I'm so lucky lucky
I'm so lucky lucky
I'm so lovely lovely
I'm so lovely lovely
You can fool yourself
I promise it will help
Now every single day
I just wanna hear you saying
You can fool yourself
I promise it will help
Now every single day
I just wanna hear you saying
I'm so lucky lucky
I'm so lucky lucky
I'm so lovely lovely
I'm so lovely lovely
You can fool yourself
I promise it will help
Now every single day
I just wanna hear you saying
You can fool yourself
I promise it will help
Now every single day
I just wanna hear you saying
"You can fool yourself
I promise it will help
Now every single day
I just wanna hear you saying"
The cage was surrounded by an audience, all looking in with extreme interest in the dancing hamster who swayed and moved to the beat and instruments of Lucky Twice. To the hamster they all appeared to be glowering at her, but she didn't care - she wouldn't let anyone stop her cuteness.
"Laughing through the day
Thinking you are never boring
Speeding through the night
Maybe you not count the morning"
The hamster acted out the words to the song, appearing to guffaw as she danced from one side of the cage to the other, the menacing and asphyxiating sawdust being kept away from her degree of cuteness and happiness, paying no mind to the spirits in her land that gazed at her, living exuberantly with the background music until it finally ended and the cage lifted, the glaring eyes looking happy before fading away in black smoke.
((I'm sorry if that wasn't very good. I had a bit of a hard time with it. Hope you liked it anyway.))
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Jordan, tell me what it is you want. I don't give so that others may give stuff to me, I give because I'm generous. Once you learn to give unconditionally, you will learn to receive unconditionally.
So Jordan, is there anything in particular you want me to write? Remember though, don't make it too long. v.v
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((Thanks, and I hope this is good for you.))
It was a vast clearing. Well, not so vast. If by vast you mean a wide open expanse, which wasn't what this was. This was just a small clearing, a bunch of poison joke surrounding the bushes and canopies that cushioned the man's fall. He could fly, but he tried not to use it whenever he visited a new world in paradox space. He looked strange enough, he didn't need scientists or the like poking and prodding him (not like he couldn't avoid them anyway.)
"Howdy there pardner!"
The man jumped, pulling on his life hood and pulling it over his eyes. The sound came from nowhere. Had his planet hopping been found out?
"Ah don' know where you come from, but ya look like ya're a nice, helpful pony. Well, not a pony but a, a, whatchamacallit."
"Who are you?"
"Ah could ask the same thing stranger."
"And where are you?"
"Raght in front o' ya."
It took Jordan some time for his eyes to adjust to the large amount of darkness in this area, but once he finally found her - was it a her? It sounded feminine - once he finally found her his curiousity piqued to immense proportions.
"Now ahr ya gonna help a pony in need or not?"
"Y-yeah, sure."
The miniature orange pony barely reached his ankle, which was weird because everything else was so big.
"Yoo're a strange lookin' creature if I do say so mahself. What's yur name sir?"
"Jordan, and yours?"
"Ahm Applejack - pleased to meetcha. Ah'm on mah way to a hut in the middle of this here forest and ah got lost from mah friends."
"Well I'm sure we'll be able to find them."
"Say, whaht's that symbol on yer shirt s'pposed tah mean?"
"It means life. I have power over life."
"Well shucks sir, ah don't mean ta look a gift horse in the mouth, 'specially since yur helpin' me out an' all, but ah find that hard ta believe."
"It's true, watch!"
((If you want more, just ask.))
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((You're welcome Jordan. As for you Vark, here (for Jordan too
Jordan focused the energy in his hand which began to glow a little like the sun, the plants near him turning to face him with a sickly noise.
"Well I've never heard that before."
"That's pretty amazing sugarcube, what else can ya do?"
"I've trained a lot and gotten to the point where I can do minor healing."
Applejack's eyes widened, her really small body looking around as though this was a secret.
"Are ya a witch?"
Jordan laughed. "No, I'm not a witch. I'm a knight."
"You don' look much like a knight ta me Jordan."
"I may not have armor, but I assure you, I'm a knight. A knight of life."
"Is that why yur able ta control life?"
"Sort of."
"Can ya heal me? Ah've been cursed and that's why ahm here in the first place."
"Um, sure, I guess. I don't see why not - it's not like a hero of doom hurt you. Right?"
"Hero of what?" Applejack sounded extremely confused, her tone heightening when asking 'what.'
"Nevermind, just forget it. Come closer."
Applejack obliged and came up right underneath him. Jordan leaned down and held his hand close to her, letting the energy of life flow through his hand and into her, understanding the problem and fixing it, Applejack's form started to wibble wobble and slowly grew back to her normal height, which was about the height of his waist.
"Wow, that was amazin' sugarcube. Ya healed a curse!" Her eyes were wide with respect.
"It wasn't a curse. It was just poison."
"Poison?" Her jaw hung slack, her whole viewpoint doing a 180 that left her reeling. Jordan helped steady her.
((Want more? Considering I'm basing it off of one of the episodes, it might not be that great, but it'll be different to some degree.
Edit: Come to think of it, if I kept going I could probably introduce a villain or something.))
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ooh yesssss a villain
you know what, i don't really have any particular wants right this second, except maybe include me in this shenanigan business?
every crackship is okay, except i guard my diamonds with particular ferocity. thief of muse, at your service. *bows*