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Post by Dhark on Oct 3, 2015 10:31:14 GMT -5
I pitched two ideas to DK: Mars and Primate. They're pretty much what they sound like... I pitched Lester FYI, if you had any interest in revisiting Nemesis |
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Post by Black Sam on Oct 3, 2015 10:35:32 GMT -5
Hmm, perhaps...I'll dig her up later and take a looksie!
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Post by WildKnight on Oct 3, 2015 11:35:21 GMT -5
I pitched two ideas to DK: Mars and Primate. They're pretty much what they sound like... A planet and an energy drink? (Seriously, think about it... how boss would the ads for PRIMATE! be?) |
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Post by WildKnight on Oct 3, 2015 11:39:35 GMT -5
... I should have made a jacked up jock character whose powers are activated by copious amounts of sugar & caffeine.
"DO YOU EVEN LIFT BRO???"
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Post by OurLadyWar on Oct 3, 2015 11:52:30 GMT -5
I hit like so hard I cracked the screen...
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Post by WildKnight on Oct 3, 2015 11:55:04 GMT -5
Wait.. is Mutant Growth Hormone still a thing?
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Post by Janus on Oct 3, 2015 13:47:52 GMT -5
Out of interest, how old are the characters?
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Post by Dionon on Oct 3, 2015 13:55:31 GMT -5
Mine's 14
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Post by WildKnight on Oct 3, 2015 15:36:03 GMT -5
15-ish. Hadn't given it a ton of thought because the ages of 13 - 17 are essentially a blur of sameness to me 8)
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Post by OurLadyWar on Oct 3, 2015 15:37:09 GMT -5
16
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Post by lilithsboy on Oct 3, 2015 15:40:09 GMT -5
16
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Post by dorkknight23 on Oct 3, 2015 17:44:52 GMT -5
Wait.. is Mutant Growth Hormone still a thing? *Shrugs shoulders* Sure, why not? |
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Post by Lady Belladonna on Oct 3, 2015 18:27:02 GMT -5
Out of interest, how old are the characters? I put 14 on the sheet I sent DK, but I was thinking of maybe changing it to 15. |
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Post by dorkknight23 on Oct 4, 2015 0:14:18 GMT -5
Keep stuff coming, those of you still submitting finished datafiles or CADs! I'm going to make a choice on this probably by the end of this coming week, currently shooting for Friday sometime in the afternoon PST. Get something in to me by then. Until then, I wrote up a little scene with a couple characters who may appear later, as a taste of things to come: Argus and LamiaWhen he came to, he realized he was bound and gagged, and the instant instinct was to try and free himself. That impulse fell on deafening stillness. Struggle as he could, he could not so much as twitch his arms or his legs or his neck. In fact, he could only feel the twitching of his eyelids and the gentle rise and fall of his chest, the only signs he was still alive. Complete paralysis.
An eternity of terror in the blink of an eye. Only then does his eye make contact with him. He's blonde and aristocratic, whip rail-thin with a bored disaffected look in his eyes. That's when he knew something wrong. The eyes had it. Crystalline blue, ice cold, diamond-like. He was young. Couldn't be a day over 16.
"Hey, he's awake," the boy says with a razor-thin sliver of an arrogant cocksure grin to someone he can't see. He approaches, squats down, looks closely, "What must you be feeling right now? Oh wait, I know the answer. Fear, souring to anger and hatred..." He roots through his wallet, "...Mr. James Kirkpatrick of Long Island. How did you get into the business of genocide, Mr. Kirkpatrick..."
"Wah..." he struggled but could barely get out an exhalation with noise.
The diamond-eyed boy blinked, "Hmm, shouldn't be able to do that. Anyway, the answer is fear. You fear me the same way your Neanderthal ancestors must have dreaded seeing you make tools or use complex language. Perhaps you have a right to be afraid of us. Afraid of me. After all, I shut down your sympathetic nervous system as easily as you'd flick on a light switch..."
"What are you doing?" the girl is his age and height, dark-haired and calm, businesslike, perhaps a little distracted, "We've got the files, we need to get out. What are you doing? I thought all the guards in this part of the lab were asleep." She was pretty, but wore no makeup and seemed obsessed with never smiling.
"I kept one awake," he shrugged his shoulders, "Sort of."
"Do you want to fight with him?" she sounded more irritated than anything.
"Mom said I needed to practice more..."
"Mom said you needed to practice more with her around!" she half-whispered half-shouted, "Now knock him out so we can get out of here! I think I hear more guards coming. We're gonna end up Sentinel bait!"
"Hey, that's our distraction then!" he smiles and twirls his finger and Kirkpatrick stumbles to his feet, feeling himself dance like a marionette. "Send Mr. Kirkpatrick here in front of his flatscan buddies and I can see if I'm a better shot than they are."
"You're hopeless, Argus."
"If the shoe fits, Cath."
She slaps him behind the head, "Codenames in the field!"
"Fine..." he spits it out, "Lamia."
"Freeze! On the floor!" They were surrounded. Eight to two. Kirkpatrick wondered if he was really going to die like this.
She sighs. He smiles. "Your move, sis."
She looks them over, her right hand glowing with scarlet energy, "Avoid casualties." She then takes the first shot, hitting one of the guards square in the knee, doubling over in pain.
"You're no fun." |
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Post by Gris on Oct 4, 2015 4:49:22 GMT -5
Oooh, nice. And a bit on the creepy side.
Oh, the age thing. Didn't specify when sending the character, to be flexible, but probably 16.
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