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Yo I recently was reminded cheesasaurus rex was a thing, isn't that wild?

Soon™ I will begin the journey of the man, the myth, the legend Sloppy Joe, cannibal of the wastes. Will be playing on Hard difficulty, potentially switching to Very Hard if I feel like it. Here is the build, planned out to level 20. Since I don't plan to rely on stealth, or use any guns, I plan to go hard on having a huge HP as well as good healing options. Eating people is a pretty good healing option. I plan to run like a maniac and get the deathclaw gauntlet at level 1, so I don't need to worry about figuring out what to use as a weapon. Sloppy Joe's tale will be told through this thread as it unfolds.

BBT has been off the air for nearly two years, and if we are including syndications then there are heaps of worse shows. Not my thread but I saw easy pickings.

I shoot both. The real one wouldn't understand it's a fatal wound and continue on his merry way. Or I fill the bottle with gasoline and offer him a drink, to see if he reacts.

eh.

"Anyone wanna place some bets on how long the spirit will take to banish outta here? I'm feeling pretty good about an over three hour time today! Anyone thinking we'll be done quicker?" "Seriously?" A cloaked man stepped out from the crowd, his hand on the hilt of a sword that hung sheathed at his side. "Three hours is a joke. I'll bet this sword right here against your fancy gold watch that the boss is exorcised before two." He shot a cocky grin at Vivian, "Course, it's not an antique or anything. I'd bet my PSI Whetstone that make it so lethal if I could, but that's not a very realistic thing to wager. Ha!" Aki squinted in annoyance as the girl in the coat announced she would fight the boss herself. "Idiot." Luckily, she hadn't made it far before a new entrant, a brown-skinned man, stopped her with the shred of common sense it took to see that she stood no chance. It was then that another man, in a trench coat, spoke up. "I have a few questions. Do we know what the apparition generally looks like, namely by any eye-witness reports if any, or perhaps the description of what the Boss Monster looked like?" did he think Aki would know? "Also, do we happen to know if anything the former employee had on him remains in contact on the apparition?" "You are making this much more complicated than it has to be." Aki yawned, walking past Alice and Enrique as he made his way to the stairs. "All we have to do is go to the top floor, taking out anything we see on the way, and take out the 'boss monster'. And just so you all know, I'm not a babysitter. If any of you die to one of these things it's not on me." "So...uh...how do you exorcise a ghost?" Aki could feel his jaw drop. "How..." he turned toward Penny, sizing her up. What he saw didn't get much out of him beyond a smug laugh. Addressing everyone in the group, he spoke up, "How many of you have never even fought a spirit before?" He let his question hang in the air for a few seconds of silence, "Fuck it, don't answer. I don't know what you extras thought, that this would be a relaxing day, or easy money. But unless you're serious about this shit you may as well run off with that loser. His face contorted in anger, and his commanding tone turned to one of rage, if only for a moment, "Stick with your damn kind! After his shout, the entire building shook slightly, and he turned his attention back to the stairwell. "Before you ask, no. That wasn't me." The rumbling continued. It was clear that there was something moving rapidly down the stairwell, down to where they were collected. "Looks like we have an opportunity for a lesson for you background characters." He took a deep breath, casually cracking his knuckles as a golden glow started up in his eyes. Reaching into a pocket inside his jacket, he pulled out a simply pair of sunglasses, placing them on his face. "You all might want to shield your eyes. This can get pretty bright." The rumbling continued to grow to a crescendo, as a spirit resembling a cross between a centipede and a dragon barreled out of the stairwell, opening its jaws wide, aiming to consume Aki in a single bite. Aki responded by raising a single hand toward it. "Telekinetic Bulwark." Hundreds of tiny triangles, seemingly constructed of golden light, appeared suspended in the air between Aki and the attacking spirit, before turning and expanding, almost like a kaleidoscope. In an instant, they had formed together to create a translucent wall of pure psychic energy. The spirit crashed into the wall, shaking the floor with the force of the impact, but the wall stood firm, not a single scratch or crack visible. "Only 200 PPL? I was really hoping for more." He sighed, turning his head back toward the group. "Some abilities have offensive potential, but that's not really Bulwark's thing." Bringing his raised hand back, Aki clenched it into a fist. "Luckily, I can just take these jokes out with raw power." Aki thrust his fist straight through his own barrier, putting a small hole in it like a bullet through glass. Placing his palm on the nose of the spirit, he continued. "It's called a soulblast. It's pretty efficient, I'd say, but it takes some practice." With nothing else but a brief screech of pain, the spirit was torn apart into nothingness, like a popping balloon viewed in slow motion. Before the last wisps of it faded away, they were sucked up into the palm of Aki's hand. With a slight smile of satisfaction, Aki rolled his shoulders, his barrier disappearing as he turned back toward everyone. "Nothing like a snack before a proper meal." PPL 1400→1600 "Anyway, now that that lug is out of the way, I'd say the stairwell is the safe bet. I've heard plenty of stories of haunted elevators. Doesn't sound very fun to me. Feel free to come along, but I'm not signing autographs." With a listless stride, Aki made his way up the stairs, vaguely gesturing for others to follow. OOC

literally who cares

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sorairo days, acapella please.

logo credit goes to tormented Screams. Screams for help. Screams of pain. Screams of abject terror. In a second, it was as if – no, the reality of the situation was that the entirety of Earth was consumed by fear. Even an individual with no recognizable extra-sensory perception would be able to feel the weight of the communal fear, bearing down upon the scene like a trembling, black fog. It was a few seconds before the fog took shape. The shape of what could almost be likened to a human, if not for the more than obvious fact that it was completely incongruous with the reality it occupied. It hovered in place for a few seconds, staring at its own hands despite its lack of a face with which to stare, before slowly descending to stand in the center of the ruined street. With an unnatural, jerking motion like a skipping tape, it turned its head toward the crew assembled before it. Raising its hands up to where its face should have been, it began frantically scratching, letting out a noise somewhere between television static and rending metal. After a few seconds of its frenetic effort, newly-carved features were visible: wide eyes and a slack-jawed mouth. The being remained still for a second, before it's newly created mouth opened further, wrenching itself well beyond the ninety-degree point. And then it screamed with the voices of billions. The scream woke him. Though the details faded quick, one was difficult to shake. A PPL of infinity. Was that even possible? The man shrugged, assuming not. The scaling simply didn't make sense. He assumed there were spirits out there far beyond his own level, but something like that was a long shot. Besides, precognition wasn't his ability anyway. After checking the time and seeing his alarm was only a few minutes away, he shrugged, rolling out of bed. He got dressed without much fuss, brushed his teeth, and had a quick meal of a bagel and coffee. No need for luxury. Maybe tonight, if things went well. 1200, ToSoftware HQ, Megalopolis The building was empty that day, almost all the employees had been sent away on a small team-building retreat out of town. The CEO had figured that was an easier explanation than telling them he needed the building cleared for an exorcism to take place. He stood in the center of the lobby, surrounded by a motley crew of those that answered a call for a freelance exorcist. The variety among the assortment was staggering, even including what appeared to be some form of macaque. It wasn't clear how that one had made it into the building. "Th-thank you, everyone, for coming! We here at ToSoft care utmost about our employees, so when we discovered the presence of something… paranormal on our campus, we did our best to find any and everyone capable of handling it! Thank you for answering our open ad." He fiddled with a button on his shirt, eyeing those he had invited into the building in a ghost-induced panic. "I believe that the… the ghost is that of a former employee. While developing a game for us, he had created a 'boss monster' that the game balancing team deemed too difficult for our target market. Despite pressure from superiors, he refused to lower the difficulty in any way. Said it would ruin his work of art." Beads of sweat were forming visibly on the CEO's forehead as his fidgeting increased, loosening his tie as his breathing sped up. "He refused to listen… we had to let him go! Everyone at a business like this has to be a team player, surely you all understand! Needless to say, he was angry, and… he crashed his car in a road-rage incident shortly after leaving the premises…" The suit was inching closer and closer to the exit, clearly having no interest in remaining in the building longer than was absolutely required. "Now the boss monster is here! It's been spotted on the top floor, and strange things have been occurring throughout the whole building in this last week! You need to help us, we haven't been getting anything done!" A man stepped out of the crowd of would-be ghost hunters, addressing the client directly, "Alright. After a quick look around the room, I was able to see that my PPL was about four times that of anyone else here. I'm gonna be leading this if none of you mind." true to form, anyone who saw him and possessed extra-sensory ability would see that his PPL totaled at a whopping 1400. "PPL..? What are you talking about, mister…" the client was flabbergasted, unsure if he had missed some form of exorcist licensing process when putting out his help needed ad. "Don't worry about it. The people who can actually do something with that information know what I am talking about. As for you, I recommend leaving before you see something that renders you mentally disabled for the rest of your life, or worse." he chuckled lightly to himself as the ToSoft CEO scrambled out of the building, as if he had been given permission rather than an order. "As for the rest of you that are real espers, you can call me Aki. Any questions? OOC Information

why can't we be friends, by smashmouth

sing us a song i have no question

Catch tornadus, it has regenerator Hug lunatone because it probably feels bad not being in alola still. Fight horsea because peace was never an option. Poipole, Zubat, Nidoran Male. Poison type special!