Jory

Not from the server, but Ame's shenanigans all must be recorded for further study: [9:32:59 PM] Jory: Want to know something interesting about the forum? [9:33:07 PM] Ameypoo<3: hm? [9:36:48 PM] Jory: You know how "why not" gets corrected to a wynaut? [9:36:55 PM] Ameypoo<3: Yeah? [9:37:02 PM] Jory: Saying "Wynaut" doesn't do the same [9:37:10 PM] Jory: so if you type wynaut instead of why not [9:37:12 PM] Jory: there's no wynaut [9:37:19 PM] Jory: but if you type why not instead of wynaut there's wynaut [9:37:19 PM] Ameypoo<3: why not? [9:37:25 PM] Jory: BWAAAAAAAAH

Hello, sanity, window, RP, yes, fine, good. Also I'd like to say "welcome" because wynaut. EDIT: Did I just outsmart the emojis by typing wynaut? AME HELP THIS IS CONFUSING ME ;~;

Squad 1 Jory looked up and smiled as Aruma showed up at the stairs. "Finally made it over here, huh?" He looked out at the room and saw the silhouette of Odin and her Mismagius. "I can see Odin from here. Color should be joining us shortly," Jory replied. "We need a plan for the second floor. It's gonna be a lot tougher than this one." Jory leaned against the wall and caught his breath while Shredder did the same next to him. "The acolytes on this floor were pitifully weak. I don't think that's a trend that will resume throughout the building, so we need to be careful."

Yes, it's enough. Tell him. Fine. But I don't like it, I thought angrily back at Pisces. He could get pretty fuckin' annoying pretty fuckin' fast. "We- I'll help you guys out. What do you need from me?"

"I mean I guess I can play bruiser top since mid's taken annnnnnnnd the Teemo sucks." To be honest, that Sejuani was the best player on the board. She gave me a key gank at level 4 and then saved me again when I was being chased through the jungle with no mana by Jarvan and Blitz.

I'm glad to know that all my faith in humanity doesn't have to do a downward spiral. Just some.

HARK GIVE ME YOUR DRUG RUG NOW >:0 edit: Silver is a bad person #hoponedge'sbandwagon

Others? He means other inmates. That's probably why he took so long at the vampire's cell. This had better not fuck us over, Pisces. Do you want to leave this hellhole within your lifetime? I'd suggest you go along with it if you do. At least for now. "I'm listenin' to whatever shit you're about to spew my way, orderly. But I'm gonna need some fuckin' water at some point. I'm fuckin' dyin' over here." I threw my head back and laughed as though delirious from thirst. "So who the fuck is plannin' to split? I wanna know who the idiot with the stones to use an orderly as a fuckin' message boy is." Play nice. At least until we're out of this cell.

Ask what he wants, fool! We can't ignore this opportunity. Call me a fuckin' "fool" again and you'll be ignoring a lot of opportunities in the near future, I thought to myself as I slowly scraped my gloves along the wall of the cell. "Why would you fuckin' help me? Is this a trick?" I retorted, spiteful of the cryptic voice in my head. How's that for "askin' what he wants?" I thought at the voice. At least you're on the right path. I suppose with your somewhat limited ability to plan our escape, that should make me ecstatic. Why are you just now talking to me? Who are you? Is this place just driving me insane? I'm insulted that you think of us as "Insane." But I suppose I must have something for you to call me. Let's go with Pisces. Like the fish? Like the constellation, buffoon. See what he wants.

That's the point, yes. But we can't tell him that. Tell him it's all you can eat. "It's actually all I can eat. Vampires drink blood, vegans eat... something... and elementals eat their element. Now can I get some fuckin' water? I couldn't fuckin' believe I kept listening to the voice. But it made so much sense. It had an answer to everything. But how is this gonna help? We still have the gloves on. You can't use your abilities without any water. We'll worry about the gloves after this buffoon leaves. I can't believe I'm fuckin' trusting a word outta your goddamn mouth. What did you mean by my "wild side" anyway? All in due time. But for now, just listen to the orderly.

I looked blankly at the orderly. Water. What? Tell him we need water. I thought to myself for a moment. Why am I listening to this voice? "I need water." There's something different about this one. "I need water, orderly." What else do we need? Nothing. I looked up at the orderly and smiled. "I said I need water. What are you, deaf?" I laughed and began scraping my gloves on the bars, making a hideous scraping noise. I turned my attention back to the voice momentarily. Fine. Who are you? Consider me your "wild side." I'm the other you.

To be fair, it's been more than a week now. I can see a one or two day delay, particularly seeing as it was my fault. However, that is really not a whole lot of reason not to post something that is maybe a little shorter in order to facilitate movement of the RP. EDIT: Sorry if that sounded really aggressive. I just get progressively more ticked off the more days I see that this RP is kinda being left to die in the gutter.

BURN EVERYTHING Florges (F) @ Leftovers Trait: Flower Veil EVs: 252 HP / 252 Def / 4 Spe Bold Nature (+Def, -Atk) -Wish -Calm Mind -Moonblast -Energy Ball / Psychic / Substitute / HP Ground Man oh man, if this thing got Giga Drain I would run it all the time. Unlike some of the sets above, I prefer to run a more physically defensive variant. This is because FLORGES HAS OVER BASE 150 SPECIAL DEFENSE. IF YOU'RE BOOSTING IT, IT DOESN'T NEED INVESTMENT. Glad I got that off my chest. Anyway, with Wish providing reliable HP recovery, this thing is incredible. Switch it into a predicted Dragon-type attack and watch the magic happen. Its Special Attack is high enough that I don't bother investing in it because I would much rather have this thing with as much bulk as possible. With special bulk that puts Blissey to shame and a special attack stat that makes Togekiss jealous, a Calm Mind set seems to fit Florges perfectly. Keep in mind that this is untested, as I only have it in-game, but in theory it's quite stronk. The first move, Wish, is for recovery. That allows you to set up a Calm Mind without fear of having to give up some of your precious HP. By using Wish every other turn, Florges maintains its health while still being able to use its offensive moves quite capably. Moonblast is reliable STAB that hits quite hard after a Calm Mind boost. The fourth move is really a choice between coverage on Water and Rock types (which aren't really too threatening to Florges anyway), Poison coverage, the ability to wall other specially defensive Pokemon from crippling you with status, or the ability to hit both Steel- and Poison-types, albeit not as hard as you would with Psychic. EDIT: This counters Goodra completely. It is countered by Scizor, Lucario, and basically anything else with powerful and fast super effective physical attacks.

Y'all bitches need to post ("bitches" is used here as an affectionate term for a harem because you are all my lovelies).

. HOW DO YOU LOSE WITH A MAN ON FIRE BULLDOZING AN ENTIRE TEAM? The answer is by having teammates who refuse to help you defend the naked middle inhibitor from minions I was lopping off about half of everyone's health with my opening ults (except Xin) and ripping their team apart while mine did.... nothing. It was a damned shame because I played really well

That feel when I'm thinking of being Bill Nye for Halloween.

I took one last look at the rune on the wall and smirked. Well, he did say they're here to contain my powers, I thought to myself. I continued scratching at the wall with the metal gloves, causing the metal to rub harshly against the blisters that had formed from hours of the same motion. I gritted my teeth and kept sawing at the rune, trying desperately to alter it. They didn't have runes this complex or durable in Ward B. I looked up as the orderly passed my cell, his footsteps clanging on the thin metal tiles that lined the floor of the institution. Well, I suppose now is better than never... "Hey, orderly! I'm starving over here!" Yes, we are rather hungry right now. We require... sustenance... Which voice are you? "Which voice?" isn't the proper question. "Who?" would be much more appropriate.

Translation: Thx bruh

Muchas gracias por la dibuja. Es exactamente que pido cuando me escribi en este thread.

@Alatreon sorreh (((

Dark-blond/brown short and shaggy

My eyes narrowed as the telepath kept asking how to get his mask off. I didn't have a mask; the stupid bloody twats running this place never put one on me because I hadn't revealed how dangerous it could be yet. I don't have a fuckin' mask so I can't help you with that. What do you know about these fuckin' runes on the walls, though? The most I can do is drop the temperature of water below its goddamn freezing point right now, I thought back at him. It was clearly some upper level magic suppression. Something I didn't fuckin' like very much.

Alright let's see you get one of Jory. Height: 5'9" Build: slim but athletic Skin: a pale peach-brown Eyes: blue-gray Clothes: a chestnut brown leather bomber jacket (light-medium weight), green-blue shallow v-neck tshirt with that American Apparelesque color fading, dark navy jeans (slim not skinny) that are cuffed over the tops of a pair or navy blue high top Converse sneakers.

((I figured because he's been showing increased aggression since being locked up and has the potential to literally make every single one of the guards die most painfully, I'd throw him in Ward C with the justification that he has high potential for destruction given the way he maimed the kid at school. You'll see that his incarceration has left him more dangerous than he used to be.)) I shook my head, trying to keep the voices, those ever-present voices, to a minimum. I'd become proficient at blocking them out, you know? Telling them that I'm not their plaything. But there was one that wouldn't go away. One that was not speaking nonsense like the rest. Over and over it asked the same question: Soon enough, I realized it wasn't just one of the voices. It was an other- a fellow patient who was just as dangerous as me. Just as prone to FREEZING THE GODDAMN BLOOD OF THE FUCKERS WHO ARE KEEPING ME LOCKED IN HERE. In other words, someone I shouldn't trust. But enough with the fuckin' cautiousness, you know? Do you know what it's like to be locked up? How about to be isolated from anyone who ever cared for you for FIVE FUCKIN' YEARS. And knowing that with every year they're just gonna find some new way to run their bloody fuckin' tests. Find new ways to make us- to make me- squirm while they sit and laugh in the glass box in the fuckin' surgery room. Do they think we're blind? Or are they just so goddamned conceited that they don't care who sees them? Well I've seen 'em all. I know what they FUCKIN' LOOK LIKE. They think they're safe from us? We're the next evolution of humanity- we're the fittest. With that in mind, I figured I had just two options: answer this fucker and see if I could help or sit around with my fuckin' thumb up my ass like some goddamned fuckin' lab rat in this hellhole. "I can hear you," I yelled into the darkness. "I can feel you in the air. But I can't see you. How am I supposed to help you?"