Suggestions and bullshitting thread, venting, etc. [NSFW]
Okelkinam12 
I hope it’s ok to discuss it here-
I am considering opening a roleplay group here in Helluvia Boss/Hazbin Hotel-verse.
Group interaction, good story and everything that is fun about it
Any takers?
I am considering opening a roleplay group here in Helluvia Boss/Hazbin Hotel-verse.
Group interaction, good story and everything that is fun about it
Any takers?
background furry #19375 
Weapon of choice: His personal Mog-suit, grey and olive-green, marked by black and white bands and checker-patterns of paint, and armed with a Shrike Mk. 57 launcher, along with a chest-mounted ‘‘scorchlight’’ capable of 30-degree cones of coverage.
Army: 7 other pilots and their Mog-suits, along with necessary maintenance crews.
Notes: Subtle as a heart attack, styled as a steelcast ode to regime change in a new era. “Mogs” are elite Teslatic infantry encased within suits of pure armored killing machinery, capable of wielding so much firepower it’s a wonder the Uruk managed successfully taking combat photographs of them at all. Not the most expensive development project, but one of the longest running. Ruthless in aggressively streamlined systems and elimination of faults, which is rare in Teslatic wonderweaponry.
[ Mog w/ Shrike Mk. 57 atmotic torpedo launcher ]
Every location of strategic value to the Teslatics bears the infamous footprints of a Mog. These things are terrifying to see in person; force projection is the name of the game. Failing that, the brutalizing “scorchlight” mounted to the forward hull coupled with herculean muscle-amplifiers tends to get the point across.
For offense, Mogs are typically armed with rapid-firing cyclic multi-barrel ‘‘machineguns’’ having their ammunition fed from long belt-linked metal tubes, each filled with a paper roll of gunpowder packed behind a conical bullet, along with a percussion primer fitted to the rear of said tubes for ignition (effectively creating contained centerfire cartridges).
Against just about everything else and bigger, one in four are armed instead with a Shrike Mk. 57 launcher for firing AA-gauge, airscrew-propelled, wire-driven, command-guided “atmotic torpedoes” with TNT payloads and tipped with dragonscale-piercing bodkin.
[ 101.6mm atmotic topedo with spinning fins unfolded for propelled flight ]
Character card: [ Hold the Line ]
Name: Captain Cephei Indra
Gender: Male
Age: late 20’s
Appearance: 5’11’’, blue and white, slightly furred, long ears and digitigrade legs. Wears a form-fitted gambeson and rigging for sitting comfortably within a “Mog” suit.
Race: Shark
Faction: Teslatics
Personality:
Name: Captain Cephei Indra
Gender: Male
Age: late 20’s
Appearance: 5’11’’, blue and white, slightly furred, long ears and digitigrade legs. Wears a form-fitted gambeson and rigging for sitting comfortably within a “Mog” suit.
Race: Shark
Faction: Teslatics
Personality:
“Whether dragonscale or even Noblian magitech, nothing saves you from a good clean hit from a torpedo. Drakes look mean alright, but I’ve sat back and watched once as a perfect shrike hit brought one of them down with his stomach just blown open, innards slipped out like the yolk from an egg.”“He seemed more annoyed and confused than in pain. He looked ridiculous, laying in the mud with all his guts laying everywhere, pale eyes, plated skin, strong body. He opened his mouth, whether to try and say something or draw a gasp for flame, lips curled sneering, and that’s right when he caught a burst of machinegun rounds to the chin, jaw split in twain as the bullets drilled past all the way to out the back of his neck. That shut him up, certainly.”
[ 🎶 ]
And they stood, battered, but unbroken, in front of the eastern gates of district HQ. Indra’s machine itself was a vision from the Seventh Circle of Hell, blackened and scarred, it’s feet covered in mashed cultist bodyparts and mud. Isaev thought, in that moment of stillness after combat, that his captain was absolutely terrifying.“Attention!”Indra boomed, his suit’s loudspeaker still clearly in working condition.“We are soldiers from sector seventy-eight, loyal to the Teslatic, and we are expected! Open the gates!”
Weapon of choice: His personal Mog-suit, grey and olive-green, marked by black and white bands and checker-patterns of paint, and armed with a Shrike Mk. 57 launcher, along with a chest-mounted ‘‘scorchlight’’ capable of 30-degree cones of coverage.
Army: 7 other pilots and their Mog-suits, along with necessary maintenance crews.
Notes: Subtle as a heart attack, styled as a steelcast ode to regime change in a new era. “Mogs” are elite Teslatic infantry encased within suits of pure armored killing machinery, capable of wielding so much firepower it’s a wonder the Uruk managed successfully taking combat photographs of them at all. Not the most expensive development project, but one of the longest running. Ruthless in aggressively streamlined systems and elimination of faults, which is rare in Teslatic wonderweaponry.
[ Mog w/ Shrike Mk. 57 atmotic torpedo launcher ]
Every location of strategic value to the Teslatics bears the infamous footprints of a Mog. These things are terrifying to see in person; force projection is the name of the game. Failing that, the brutalizing “scorchlight” mounted to the forward hull coupled with herculean muscle-amplifiers tends to get the point across.
For offense, Mogs are typically armed with rapid-firing cyclic multi-barrel ‘‘machineguns’’ having their ammunition fed from long belt-linked metal tubes, each filled with a paper roll of gunpowder packed behind a conical bullet, along with a percussion primer fitted to the rear of said tubes for ignition (effectively creating contained centerfire cartridges).
Against just about everything else and bigger, one in four are armed instead with a Shrike Mk. 57 launcher for firing AA-gauge, airscrew-propelled, wire-driven, command-guided “atmotic torpedoes” with TNT payloads and tipped with dragonscale-piercing bodkin.
[ 101.6mm atmotic topedo with spinning fins unfolded for propelled flight ]
Praedyth 
Demonic Doggo
@Coriolanus
When someone has no books to read and can’t get any either so they power level to level 50 friendship
When someone has no books to read and can’t get any either so they power level to level 50 friendship
background furry #19375
@Praedyth
if someone buys friends with money, is it pay-to-win?
[ MACINTOSH PLUS - リサフランク420 / 現代のコンピュー | ]
if someone buys friends with money, is it pay-to-win?
[ MACINTOSH PLUS - リサフランク420 / 現代のコンピュー | ]
Praedyth
Demonic Doggo
@Coriolanus
Or is it a win-win the friend gets money and you get a friend. BUT now there is a loop, the friend can use all that money to buy a friend and it goes on in an infinite cycle of buying friends, the stock market will crash due to this
Or is it a win-win the friend gets money and you get a friend. BUT now there is a loop, the friend can use all that money to buy a friend and it goes on in an infinite cycle of buying friends, the stock market will crash due to this
Sky
Drgs&sharks
@Cerebrate
I’m sure I have. I need to get off my butt and try to do a thing of my own.
I’m sure I have. I need to get off my butt and try to do a thing of my own.
Sky
Drgs&sharks
Exceptionally 80s space fantasy adventure has potential Problem is i don’t know what the heck to do with that idea.
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