Pyon Pyon Kyuu!~

Wow that's almost exactly what I have. Instead of V-Trigger I have it on V-Skill, I need it so I can MUSCLE FLEX more easily.

Who needs Alex when you have MUSCLE SPIRIT!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes because Megumin approves, ALTS; even if I haven't read it it's probably way less complicated as you promised. Yes because I love DND. Making more DND into my RP just adds to the experience. Now someone go make an RP with this system so I can literally make Megumin 2.1

Lotus Contiello, Countess Sybil Contiello, Count Heinrich Contiello, Azegeor, Lord Cyllis, Redeemer Riika, Father Babble, Barbara, Iidrra, Look, a lot of people ok? Time: 1st Day, of the 1st Month, of the Year of Rebirth. 3:00 PM Lotus listened attentively to Babble. "Well I'll have some roast for sure." She took a quick glance at her Counts, before looking back at her plate. The glance was as if to check that it was still alright for her to be at the table. She took a bite of the roast after cutting it, and placing it into her plate. It was divine! It was amazing! ... Well, not as good as drinking blood, but she could enjoy it! Such a pleasant experience, senses she never used before suddenly roaring into action. Bite after bite, she devoured her food as fast as etiquette and table manners would allow her. She brought a piece of cloth to her lips, to clean off any crumbs from her mouth. After such a suggestion, she made sure to listen to the rest of what Babble had to say. "Why don't you keep trying, Father?" A quizzical look appeared on Lotus' face. "I am first and foremost a servant of the Contiello family, and shall forever be one. But my trade is clothing making, and I still find enough time to devote to my Goddess. Enough time that she has gifted me with her powers, and made me one of her clerics." She paused to look at Barbara with a kind smile. "Barbara I'm sure you could find some time to teach Father Babble how to cook one or two things. Even being a slime surely Father could cook certain things." The rest of Lotus' attention was devoted to Babble's next suggestion. The Dream Pocket. Lotus started at the dish, as if looking at something unreal. Some ancient artifact, some forgotten text, some huge pile of money. "Even if it's just a story, there has to be some grain of truth to it right?" She thought for a while. Maybe the pastry did have magical powers. It wouldn't be unheard of, if she could cast magic anyone could. Were there magic chefs? She wondered for a few moments until an idea popped into her head. She took a single Dream Pocket from the tray, and brought it up to her mouth. Using only her vampiric canine teeth, she softly bit into the cake. She made sure not to dig her fangs to deeply. Then, she sucked on it as if it was the neck of one of her victims. The suction brought the sugar and fruits into the servant's mouth, where she then ate it normally. Slowly, she ate it carefully drinking the insides and eating the outsides. She performed this way until the good luck charm fell out. Lotus mentally cheered. My dreams will come true. She thought. Lotus turned her gaze to the Countess and the Count. I will keep serving the Counts, I will keep working as a seamstress making the lady look beautiful, and I will make everyone proud. I will do this forever, for the end of all eternity.

Well Skullgirls PC actually has a very resilient fanbase, but I get what you mean. Ever Skullgirls tournament I join, I play against the exact same players. It's a group of 50 people playing in Europe, 50 in the US, and 100 in Japan. Not much bigger than that as far as competitive goes.

The Group The shot Millenium fired sent the woman, and the grenade she was holding, flying against the wall far away from the group. As her body crashed against the wall, the grenade went off. Electricity exploded in every direction, as if they were tendrils trying to grasp at something. They damage the surroundings leaving the walls burned, but otherwise the blast does not reach the group. The Nienians might feel a slight tingle, or maybe their bodies feeling a little weaker for a moment. Either way, the room is cleared, and bloodier then when you entered it. Now that you have time to breathe, you see two doors. One that goes right, labeled "HANGAR" and the other one to the opposite end of the elevator labelled "LIVING QUARTERS". Blacksteed The man listens to Blackseed calmly, breathing in a large cloud of smoke from his cigar before exhaling it and replying. "I am Dr. Liam Newton, I established this lab under the protection of the Anti-Nienian Combat Force. If you are with the Union, raiding my lab you'll probably want me dead. But that's fine, I think my chances of escape were pretty slim to begin with." Heavy footsteps; the announcing of the Commander entering the room. "We'll take him alive, Blackseed. I'm sure there will be a bigger bounty if we 'and him in to the Union. Plus this boy is scum." Kyle glared coldly at the man. "He's been developing weapons to combat Nienians, to disable them and wipe them out. All of his work goes against the peace every soldier has fought to attain. Honestly, a bullet in the head would serve him better, but the money is just too tasty." Newton met his glare, without giving ground. "I want to find out what happened to my soldiers. What happens after that I don't care. I'll put a laser beam through my head if that's what you wish, my work is all lost it seems."

S T R E E T F I G H T E R V IT's great. Also as Reborn's Self Proclaimed Skullgirls Champion I need to give it a shoutout as well. It's great as well!

Hey friends, quadra post. I have good news! In episode 2, we are introducing a new main character. Kuroki Hana will transfer into class in the next episode Acqui will be playing her and joining us. Acqui say hi \o I'll add her character to the list!

Blackseed The white haired man turned around to look at Blackseed. His eyes widened, clearly not expecting a muscular Michi to approach him. "Who the hell are you!?" For a second he was about to aim his weapon when he realized Blackseed dropped hers. He opened his hand letting the laser pistol fall to the ground. He paused for a few seconds, looking down at the corpse. "What happened here?" He started. He gave a half hearted chuckle, clearly forced. "My colleague attacked me out of nowhere. She came at me with a knife, so I killed her. I heard shouting, I heard screams, I heard weapons. One of my best soldiers came in here, grabbed a prototype weapon and just ran off. I hid, I had no idea what he would have done to me. By the sounds I heard afterwards, I did well in hiding." He took another look at Blackseed, specifically at the weapon the dropped. "I don't think Hercules gave you that for free. How did he die?" Group The boxer was ready, he rushed forward and threw a punch aiming squarely at Heavensea's jaw. That was his plan anyways, but a bullet hit him squarely in the head falling over to the ground. The woman behind the table jumped out of cover as soon as the table started being pierced by bullets. This was her last resort. She took out from her back pocket a small circular object. She removed a pin from it, and then started running in a mad dash at the group. She was holding a grenade! The woman held the grenade behind her back shielding it from fire with her body, clearly ready to die with everyone else.

"Of course I don't know where the staff room is." Nicu made an almost annoyed look, and facepalmed. He smiled afterwards though. "But you know I had the wrong idea of you Evelyn. It's a nice thing to do, to try and return this. You too Sora, you're trying to help as well. Let's go find the owner of the purse!" Nicu was impressed by the kindness showed by both Evelyn and Sora. As he was about to leave, Sora exclaimed Seema's name. He looked at the entrance to the girl's locker room finding the drenched girl. "S-Seema did you take a shower or something?" Nicu's face went clear red, he was probably not used to seeing girl's bodies. "You know you are supposed to take off your clothes when you take a shower right?"

Step 1. to making this world great again: Add in cute harpies. Once you've got that your world will be perfect, that's the addition I'm making.

Do not agree with this. So PNG works really well for Dota 2, because it helps balance. In the end, Dota is a game of balance and PNG helps make crits and bashes both better and less op. They compress your chances. RNG in RPs only exists to decide outcomes. Imagine my RP right now, where Heavensea rushed at a dude with a nagita. My thought process for him getting hit is "This dude isn't in a state where he cares to dodge" so he was obviously going to get hit. However, I as an RPer could make all my enemies the best dodge vipers in the world and they'd never get hit. With RNG, that also gives both the player and the GM some way of arbitrarily deciding what happens. The way you actually control what hits and what doesn't is with stats. Here I'll use DND 5e's example of controlled RNG. To hit something, you roll a 1d20 and add your proficiency (which is based on level) and a bonus based on your attacking stat. You then compare this result to the enemies AC, which is calculated by the type of armor they wear, or by 8+dex. So let's say I am a level 6 (proficiency bonus of +3) Warlock casting Eldrich Blast. I have 20 Charisma so that means my total bonus is +8. I'm fighting a goblin that has 10 AC! Possible rolls: This makes sense. Megumimi my cute little Warlock is a trained adventurer and should be hitting this unarmored Goblin most of the time. However there is still a chance for failure. With PNG, it wouldn't be quite the same. The chances would actually be lower at first. But I think what makes me dislike most about PNG comes next; Imagine Megumimi is still the same level, casting the same spell but against fucking Cthulhu. Cthulhu has 27 AC. This is supposed to be an encounter you run from, BUT FUCK THAT. MEGUMIMI IS A COURAGEOUS ADVENTURER SHE DOESN'T RUN FROM NO SQUID FUCK. What this leaves is not only a very very very very slight chance for Megumimi to ever hit, but also an ingame way of explaining it. "Megumimi your magic managed to penetrate his tentacles... How?!" "Fufufufu.... My magic surged forward into a stronger blast! ...I don't think I'll be able to use it again, but if I concentrate my attacks are stronger..." You know, badass moments. I completely love RNG because of these moments it can create. Sure it would suck really hard if your character constantly misses... But even that creates moment in character. "I... I think my eyepatch might be affecting my aim... Yeah that's... THat's totally it..." I had a lot of fun in a particular session of DND. We went goblin hunting in a forrest, and were ambushed several times. However, every single archer that tried to attack us, rolled 1s. The DM was particularly comical about critical failures, and said that their crossbows exploded. Every time. This lead to a quest afterwards on us tracking down the crossbow manufacturers of the crossbows to try and see who else was trying to take down the goblin armies. The RNG created a plot hook. The RNG created new fun experiences for us. I think if you think much less of RNG as a way to "balance a game" and more of a way to "create a story" it becomes much more appealing. What ever bullshit RNG creates that makes the story unfun for a player the GM can handwave. Whenever it creates a fun story, you can roll with it. PNG does not allow that. Plus, PNG would make it so if Megumimi stood there for 100 rounds she would eventually kill Cthuhlu because she would be sure to hit eventually. I'm not a fan of that! Also at the Roll20 thing: it's still completely usable Acqui. I play in a Play by post DND campaign where we all have different timezones. It's a forum just like reborn, but it has a built in diceroller so you can roll in your post. We have a Roll20 for whenever we run combat, that has the grid with all of the monsters and tokens that represent our characters. So in my post I say "Megumimi walks 25 feet forward and then casts EXPLOSION" on everyone." I roll for it, the host resolves it in the forum, and then moves my character in Roll20. It's a way to help everyone visualize what they can and can't do as well as better understand the battlefield. It allows for organization and control that "theater of the mind" cannot allow.

000/10 TOO LITTLE EXPLOSION MAGIC

8/10 pretty great!

Rest of the Party The Yousei, being bombarded with disorienting frequencies and bayonet induced electricity, lost complete control of his body. He fell over to the ground, bleeding from his arm and twitching slightly as if trying to resist the effects. After a few seconds the body went completely limp. The two Terrans were a different matter though. The blonde man opened fire on the Michi warrior that rushed at him. He kept his SMG steady unloading a full clip against Heavensea's shields, but with little effect. Her weapon dug into his flesh, but he seemed not to care. With one hand, he grabbed the blade and unlodged it from his torso and with the other he threw his weapon as if it was a rock aiming straight for Heavensea's head. He fell over afterwards, probably from the immense cut on the side of his belly. He got back up as quickly as he fell, falling to a boxer stance and ready to fight. The tanned woman seemed to have her eyes on Reggi, pulling the trigger and unloading her weapon against his armor. However, instead of falling to a primal urge to throw her weapon, she instead backed up throwing a table down as cover, and hiding behind it while she reloaded her weapon. Blackseed Blackseed entered the digits into the keypad, after receiving them from her partner. The Nienian's calculations were correct, as the door automatically opened. Just beyond was a huge room, as engineers call them; hangars. There was no sight of the cave walls, this structure was 100% covered in metal walls. The middle of the hangar had three mechs, outdated models without the now standardized GUARDIAN/ANGEL system. The closest mech to Blackseed was different though, this one had the back wings suggesting it was a GUARDIAN/ANGEL. A white haired man with a white lab coat stood in front of it, a few meters away from him was a, you guessed it, a corpse! The lab coated man held a laser pistol, the barrel still smoking from a recently discharged beam. He reached into his waist coat. From it he drew a single cigar. He placed his pistol's barrel against the cigar's tip lighting it. He either didn't notice the door opening, or simply didn't care.