nine naked men

Around 2000-ish, Stickdeath, Newgrounds, Stickpage. Flash games and the like, then into Online Gaming, to MMORPGs.

Here's me! [hide=My graph results...][/hide] Looks kinda accurate, I suppose.

Langzor sat at the far end of one of the long tables that housed the remnants of the Conquerors' force, now scarily empty. The remaining troops gave him a wide berth at the table, out of either disgust or fear. The air was filled with the stench of the smoke of the cooking fires, as well as the juicy scent of roasting flesh mingling with the dark streams of acridity. A figure approached the podium. Langz turned his eye towards him, listening intently...

(Yeah, you might wanna save our [wagon]...)

I forgot how fun this was after playing lots of CoD4. I love just ripping through a bunch of people who're crowded in a doorway with a pyro. I play Pyro and Medic, but I'll switch to a Spy if there's an Engineer screwing around with some Sentries up ahead. Good fun. Never really got the Engineer class, anyone.

Deify - Disturbed

(I'll get right on to discovering a bird and naming it after my counterpart) Langz stepped off the ladder and moved aside for Brayen to come down, wiping his greasy hands on the legs of his pants. He gasped. This room must hollow out the entire mountain! It was amazing that it had not collapsed in on itself with the constant pounding of adventurer's feet it had had to have endured over the millenia. He heard Brayen dismount and utter a small laugh of surprise. "Amazing, isn't it?" He asked him, gesturing around the cavern. In the corners of the room, treasure glittered faintly from the light of a small oil lantern in the middle of the room. "Begone... from here." A weak voice echoed throughout the cavern, making it impossible to decipher were it was coming from. A match flared behind them, and they both spun. The faint glitter shed light on two figures. One, a giant man clad in [bleep]ed black armour, the eyesockets of his helmet glowing with the anger of banked fires. The other, chained to the wall, the Oracle, bleeding profusely from a gaping wound in his side. The armour-clad man uttered a soft, evil laugh, and pushed the match into an oil lamp, igniting it and showing the room in greater detail. There were huge stalactites hanging from the ceiling above there heads, and large stalactites dotted the ground here and there, making Langz think it was lucky they hadn't stumbled into one. "It seems the cavalry has arrived. But you are too late, and your fate will end up the same as the one you are trying seek. I hav eall I need from this man who speaks in naught but cryptic riddles, and I need to stretch my sword hand. Your heads will be a good trophy for my mantelpiece," the man spoke, and Brayen realized this was the voice they heard above-ground, just before they entered this place of death. He motioned to warn Langz, but Langz, furious at the torture of his former teacher, had lunged forward, mace swinging. His mace met the Knight's smoke-darkened sword with a clang! that made the stalactites shake. He brung his mace back, feinting as if to swing from the opposite side, but reversed this with great strength at the last moment, smashing hard into the evil man's side. There was a small cough as the Knight's air was driven from his body, but his armour was barely scratched. It was strongly made indeed. The Knight planted a booted foot into the centre of Langz's chest and sent him staggering backwards. He then drove his sword into the ground, driving up a column of rocky spires which slammed into Langz's comparatively weak proofing and sent him flying back into a pile of jewels that the Oracle had hoarded over the years. Langz stared at the slowly advancing figure muzzily, hoping for Brayen to intervene. (Looks like Ratchet is trying for a 'Brains, not brawn' approach in his fights so far, so use the environment to your advantage, Brayen. The Knight's armour is almost impenetrable... almost.)

(The one that lives in the Ice Mountain north of Falador.) The winds blew blisteringly cold high above the lands of Gielinor, where Langz and Brayen stood, snow swirling about them, almost obscuring their vision. Through the white haze, Langz saw the flicker of a torch that some strange magic kept burning. He pointed a hand, not wasting words that he knew would be carried away by the wind as soon as he uttered them. When they reached the flame, the unusually harsh weather died down to almost a cool breeze, and Langz looked at Brayen, thinking it of his doing. "No, my friend, this is my work. Can't have my pilgrims freezing to death, can I?" A voice, older than time itself, floated out of the air, startling Langz and making him reach for his mace. "Oracle, is that you? Where are you speaking from? Stop this trickery!" His voice went from curiosity to barely controlled anger in a matter of moments, and he needed to close his eyes, feeling the rage drift away from him, leaving him cold and ashamed. "Here." Appearing in front of them was a small trapdoor, which had faded into view like a hole being rubbed into frosted-over glass to see better from. It was stained with fresh blood. It could be a trap. Will you go down and risk it? (That's a choice thing, like the Rocks or Colosseum in the beginning test, if I'm allowed to.)

I'd be the coordinator of the zombie hordes when this happens, so I don't think I need a preparation plan. I shall be directing the destruction of the free world from my floating castle above Sahara Desert, for when the hero comes to foolishly try to defeat me.

Sage Francis. He's a kick-[wagon] rapper. Check him out.

Narcissist - Sage Francis Awesome.

Man, Meet the Sniper is so awesome. :ugeek:

HEY! WHERE AM I??? Mucking out the sties. Get back to work, maggot!

"Very well, then," Langz glanced at Brayen one more time to confirm his intentions. He then took a stance, legs set wide on the slightly sticky floor of the tavern (Some dwarves must have come by), and readied his Mace. (Mace, Bluejay, not a Sword. :P) He spun swinging Teh'Ranon away from the Knight, but it came back around from the other side, where the Knight was obviously unprotected, his sword trying to guard from the blow he thought was coming from the right. The head of his weapon smashed into the Black Knight's chest, crumpling his dark armour like a piece of paper in a blender. Blood dripped from his helmet to join the spreading puddle on the floor. "So much for interrogation, hmm?" He winked at Brayen, "Let's get going... maybe the Oracle has some information on this 'other world'." (Am I allowed to do that, or is it all scripted?)

Langz took a step towards the mysterious figure, his hand on the hilt of his morningstar. "Well... speak up, then. We don't want this situation to get... out of hand," he said with a nod of his head that could've indicated anything, though it does draw attention to the massive lump of steel hanging from side. The old man didn't seem to be ready to give the answer anytime this century. Langz waited impatiently, his tapping foor slowly wearing a furrow in the dirt. (Your cue, Ratchet my boy, my mate, my Dungeonmaster.)

So, In reality I won? I follow both of you :D I am an independent party, with no affiliation to you at all. You fail. :lol: :twisted: ... but you get burnt in a pit. How does that not fail?

Down With the Sickness -> Disturbed Knights of Cydonia -> Muse Cowboys From Hell -> Pantera Empty Walls -> Serj Tankian Moose and Nail -> Otep Bleeding Mascara -> Atreyu Diamonds and Rust -> Judas Priest Over the Hills and Far Away -> Gary Moore Disciple -> Slayer The Perfect Drug -> Nine Inch Nails Leeches -> In Flames Last Man Standing -> Hammerfall Smile in Your Sleep -> Silverstein Closer -> Lacuna Coil Angel of Death -> Slayer That's enough for now.

Praise the Lord and Pass the Ammunition - Serj Tankian

Alan Wake sounds pretty interesting. I'll probably get that. :thumbsup:

Langzor threw a quick salute at Devlen, sneering openly at the Captain. A small drop of sludge flew from his fingers and landed at Devlen's feet, burning a small black spot in the ground in front of him. Scowling, he stalked off after Den. "So... what are we hunting? How much do I have to carry? I cannot handle cooking utensils, as I may contaminate them. So you shall have to get some other poor bastard to handle that stuff," he walked in a kind of half-limping, half-hopping gait, which covered the ground quite quickly while looking incredibly awkward. He rubbed a hand over his scalp, feeling the lank remains of his once full head of hair. Now a washed-out shade of grey, Langzor was a shadow of his former self, his constant use of his poisonous sludge dying his skin and dissolving his clothes. He now wore a set of strong leather clothes, which were resistant to his burning byproducts. "Hurry up... I am nervous here," Langzor wringed his hands and cast a quick look around him, picking out his surroundings. His voice was low and fast. His mannerisms were reminiscent of that of a ferret's. (OOC - Langzor is not very well-liked, but tolerated, due to an incident which ended with two of his comrades dead, and the fact that he's in here, pissing on them, rather than out there, pissing on us... since he can piss acid.)

I'll head to Alpha, since my life debt to Brayen is, as of yet, unfulfilled.

viewtopic.php?f=151&t=714283&start=0 Probably get better answers in that topic, seeing as it was made for these kinda questions, no need to make a new thread, I don't think.

Computer... not really a console... uh-huh. There's my vote, just to spite you non-believers.

Of course it is, kind of like David and Goliath. Will Conan live up to the hype and topple WoW from it's throne? I must say, fighting is funner in AoC, and looks cooler (Darker, etc...). But WoW has all the PvE, raiding stuff pretty tight under its belt. I think I'll juggle between the two. :thumbsup:

The GFX Specs were pretty underestimated. Lagging like a [bleep] even in Lowest Quality. Good fun, though. Playing as a Conqueror on Tyranny, Level 6 at the moment. Combat System is pretty fun, as well. Is there a specific way to attack when you're not comboing? Or do you just button-slam the parts least shielded? So I probably won't be on until sometime next month, seeing as that's when my new PC arrives.