MetalSonic

For those who don’t know, DBD, my latest game obsession, is an asymmetrical survival horror game where 4 survivors have to escape an arena against 1 killer. Survivors have to repair 5 of 7 generators to escape. Killer has to put the survivors on meat hooks scattered around the map to kill them. Each survivor and killer has 3 starting perks for them, and each killer has their own unique power. Post a character and I’ll come up with 3 perks for them and, if I think they’d make for a good killer, a power for them. Be patient with me as I probably don’t know that character well enough to be 100% flavorful, but I’ll do my due diligence to research them first. New rule: Please include the character’s name. I might not know who that is in the image.

Grawbacca roared at the droid. The memories of the droid attack on the Wookiees. was still too fresh in his mind to worry about whatever the trash heap had to say. He raised his hands in hammer fists to smash it, but was stopped by Halfsies calling back out to him. “You got lucky.” he huffed. He turned his attention back to Halfsies. “Whatever. Just tell me when to show up.” Still just a sitting nerf, Graw casually rested against the side of the ship’s wall. He could try to blow his way through the door, but he didn’t have enough bombs for that. Instead, he decided on something else. He decided that, since there were a few empty quarters around him, he might as well should take the opportunity to loot, er, scavenge whatever he could find in there. As he wandered from room to room for new goodies, he said back to the B1 “What is it?” in an annoyed tone.

"Who are you again?" Grawbacca sarcastically asked Endo. The only thing he could do was stand there and look handsome while he waited for the clone to do the thing. Grawbacca's communicator suddenly lit up. Grawbacca answered it with a cheery "Tell me something good. I don't have much to do here." With the warning, Grawbacca thought fast. He roared back to the clone "What's taking so long? I thought you clones were suppose to be good soldiers or something like that!" Graw growled as he tried to figure out something that he could do. He could of tried to make his way back to the hangar to help out Endo, but there would be no way he could get the doors open, even with his natural strength. He called Endo back on the comm link and roared into it "What's going on down there? Has the welcome wagon shown up?"

Grawbacca couldn’t help but laugh at the scrawny battle droids in front of him. He took out his bowcaster and charged the droids head on. First he used the stock of the blaster to smash one droid before beginning to retaliate with bolts of his own. Eventually, the amount of shots being fired at him made him have to get behind cover. During the fight, Grawbacca said to his associates “I think they know we’re here.” He jumped slightly as a blaster bolt just barely missed him. He growled at that. That cheeky droid was going to pay for that if he damaged his beautiful fur coat. The Zabrak was their target and he couldn’t be bothered with the fight any longer. Graw took out a time bomb from his bandolier and armed it. He then stepped around to the droids and gave it a good toss.

“Don’t quote your day job.” Grawbacca monotonously told Halfsies. It looked like the team was ready to get the mission underway. “Great, and when I was just getting comfortable.” Grawbacca roared as he got up. He took his bowcaster from beside him and cocked it. He then placed his large hands on his teammates and told them, with his natural growls, “I think I’d better go first. No offense, you’re both too small to be leading the charge in. I’ll go in first and clear the entry point.” Slinging his bowcaster over his back, he then cracked his knuckles. “And if I see anyone there, I’ll rip them to shreds.” He chuckled at the last part.

Grawbacca lounged with his arms behind his head. For an assault fighter, the Morning Glory was surprisingly comfortable. It definitely beat his slave quarters, that was for certain. He was drifting in and out of sleep. He hadn’t been able to get on a regular sleep schedule for a while, and often had to take whatever chance he could to rest up, especially on a day like this. It was a new start. After this, he could go back to doing what he liked. Drifting from planet to planet hanging out in greasy cantinas drinking until he couldn’t feel feelings anymore and got into a fight, resulting in someone getting their arms ripped off. His people were known for that after all. The ship’s AI told him to link his communication device with the ship or else he would not be able to get back on. He lazily did just as he was instructed. While the hologram of the Zabrak woman showed to him, he couldn’t help but wonder what was so special about her that they would need to risk their lives to get her. It didn’t really matter. He needed the Hutts off his back, and those slugs were heavy. He owed it to his old partner anyway. That was just what a good Wookie did.

Which do you think would be easier? Ed, Edd, and Eddy scamming Goku out of a dragonball or them scamming Sonic out of a chaos emerald?

Then how is Jango still alive? Because, um...

A little bit of clarity. You say Empire and Clone Wars at the same time. How far after Episode 3 are we? Has Rogue One happened yet?

To me, the weekend is the days I don’t need to set my alarm for the next morning, so it’s Friday and Saturday.

The hippie just sighed. “If there’s anything worse than the smell of your breath, it’s that attitude.” He raised his hand slowly as he took a step back. He then closed his eyes as the bodies of his fallen brothers and sisters began to rise. As they rose, a seemingly spectral energy flowed out of them. “If violence is what you want, then let the suffering of your enemies be transferred to you!” he said as blue smoke clouds flew all around the mercenaries. They wailed at volumes incomprehensible in pain. They continued to grow in numbers and intensity until there was nothing but a blue Smokey void everyone was trapped inside of.

What about just making the event shorter? Wouldn’t that prevent burnout more and give the “weaker” monsters more of a chance to shine because they don’t have to compete for so long?

If it has the Star Wars logo on it, I vote for it, even if the map design feels really linear.

As the attack raged, the hippies began to run away. However, one stayed and continued to play his acoustic guitar. As he played, the barrage of rockets and bullets seemed to curve away from him. He slowly approached the tattooed muscle man not flinching to anything going on around him. As he approached, his long white beard blew gently in the wind. Getting face to face, he set his guitar to the side and took off his hat and held it low. "Now, sir, I know that you're lust for senseless violence is just a way for you to fill the sad void in your life. You could be doing far more good on our side. Violence only causes more violence." He then pointed at Saxton Hale, watching through the broken glass window. "Just look at that man. Who sends others to his dirty work but someone who can't do it themselves?" He then offered a handshake. "Why don't you put that thing down and join us on the right side of history and make a change in this world by making love, not war?"

Shinobi 2002 is probably the hardest and yet most fair games I’ve ever played. Definitely worth playing. Also, Cow, they aren’t shurikens. They’re kunais. Get it right.

Fixed. Forgot to set the old one to never expires.

And we're off!

On a plane flying towards Mann Co. On the plane were the Saxtonettes, a girl scouts troupe led by Saxton Hale, who was also on the plane. He was reading a newspaper. While he was reading, a steward came by and in a robotic voice, asked "Could I get you a drink, or perhaps a sensible haircut?" "Hot sauce!" Saxton exclaimed. The steward was taken back. "You want hot sauce to drink?" "Not that!" Saxton yelled excitedly as he put the steward in a head lock. "Take a look at this!" Saxton indicated an article on the paper that read that the third richest man in the world had died due to a fruit basket sent to him spontaneously exploding and killing him. "Looks like he finally got that basket I sent him after all." Saxton commented as he and his girls laughed. "Mr. Hale," on of the girls asked. "Hm?" Saxton responded, not loosening his grip. "Beep boop. Cannot breathe." the steward said, pointlessly trying to fight his way out of the massive Australian's arm. "Do any of these people look strange to you?" she asked. Saxton looked around at the other passangers, all wearing similar outfits and with the same facial hair. Saxton pondered for a moment. "Can't say the do." he replied. "Beep boop. Let go, maggot!" the steward demanded. "Watch your language!" Saxton yelled at him. "There are impressionable children around. You don't want them learning such foul language, now do ya?" he lectured as he let go of him, causing his fake moustache to fall off. Saxton took a good look at the man he just let go, finally realizing what his girl was talking about. Suddenly, all of the other passangers dropped their disguises to reveal an ambush of robot Soldiers ready to attack. "Scientists from the future have studied your ass for centuries, and have sent us back in time to kick it!" the robots said in unison. "Ah, so it's a fight you tin blokes are lookin' for eh?" Saxton said cracking his knuckles. "Alright then, let's have a go at it! SAXTON HAAAALE!" The fight lasted for about ten minutes. Saxton dusted his hands off, surrounded by the remnants of the smashed Soldier bots that tried to kill him. The Saxtonettes stood behind him cheering on. "Thank you! Thank you!" he said to them. "And that, girls, is why violence is always an acceptable answer." he told them. As he did, the plane began to take a nose dive. "Bloody hell, what just happened?" Saxton said. Out the window, he saw the plane crashing at an alarming rate. A smile creeped onto his face as he knew exactly what to do. He scooped up the girls and kicked the emergency door down. He then jumped out of the plane, aiming straight for the window to his office down below. Saxton crashed into the window, sticking the landing as his butler Bidwell was there to greet him. "Bidwell." Saxton called out in joy. "Sir." Bidwell responded. "Get these girls parents on the phone. Let them know that the plane crashed and I got them out here at Mann Co." Saxton directed his butler to do as he set the girls down. "Very well sir, but you may want to take a look outside." Puzzled, Saxton took a look outside the newly broken window behind his grill desk. As he did, a putrid odor caught his attention. The smell as all too familiar to him and filled him with rage. "Hippies!" he yelled in anger. Much to his disappointment, that's exactly what he saw. Drum circles, bad acoustic guitar playing, and terrible singing. Hacky Sack, sknny men and women protesting Mann Co.'s alleged illegal arms and environmentally unsafe practices. "Great, first I lose my company. Then after I get it back, robots attack it again, and now these losers. They never seem to take a hint, do they Bidwell?" he asked his butler. Bidwell sighed. "Shall I postpone your meetings while you take care of more important business sir?" Bidwell asked, expecting a yes. Saxton just grunted. "You know what? I've had to deal with this far too much. Normally I'd be excited to have an excuse to beat up a parking lot full of hippies, but you can only do something so much before it just becomes a chore. Let the mercs deal with it." "Very well sir." Bidwell answered as he turned on the speaker to the entire building. "All mercenaries. Mr. Hale has ordered for you to disperse the protest happening outside the building. Lethal force is authorised. After you're finished, please report to Mr. Hale's office for your next assignment."

Does Revival Jam eat spam out of the can?