Discussion in 'Role Playing Resource' started by Sinrebirth, May 18, 2008.
I think I'm Jean Grey, Sinre. So watch your back!
Woot for being casted as individuals that get that one moment of shine that's required for a witty comment and to start off some epic butt-kicking
This is so cool. Inspired connection of VIP to X-Men, matching suits to colours, that really resonates. I love it.
I am sooo tempted to make those four lines my sig.
Yeah, well done Lightwarden.
I can do solar powered spandex- err, VIP colours.
eta - and, err, I wouldn't put it in your sig. Technically that word isn't allowed; I'm letting it slide here as it's a direct X-Men quote, but there may be disapproving looks your way (and mine) if it ends up sigged...
I really liked that, then I realized. . .I'm Sabertooth!
Makes me wonder though how it would of posted out for the trainstation scene...
By the bristling beard of Odin, I SAY THEE LIVE!
Scenes from the forthcoming film, Iron Mod
SirakRomar: Mr. Ramza, you've been called the Da Vinci of our time. What do you say to that?
ramza: Absolutely ridiculous, I don't paint.
SirakRomar: What do you say to your other nickname, "The Merchant of Doom"?
ramza: That's not bad.
ramza: A wise mod once asked, "Is it better to be feared or respected?" ? I say, is it too much to ask for both? With that in mind I humbly present you the crown jewel of Ramza Industries' Freedom Line. It's the first posting system to incorporate latest proprietary RamBanThankYouMaam Technology. They say that the best CS is the one that you never have to write. I respectfully disagree! I prefer a CS you only have to write once. That's how Saint did it, that's how ModSquad does it. And it's worked out pretty well so far. Find an excuse to let one of these [gestures to posts] off the chain, and I personally guarantee you the n00bs won't even want to come out of their caves. [one of the posts launches and heads for the mountains in the distance] For your consideration... the Evelios. [posts' warheads detonate and kick up a massive shock wave]
ramza: [To a dying Xan, as he attempts a breakout] We gotta go. Come on, move with me. We have a plan, and we're going to stick to it.
Xan: This was always the plan, ramza.
ramza: Come on, you're going to go see your family. Get up.
Xan: My family is dead, ramza. And I'm going to see them now. [sees ramza is upset] It's okay. I want this. I want this.
ramza: Thank you for saving me.
Xan: Don't waste it. Don't waste your life, ramza. [dies]
ramza: [After seeing the silver 3-D render of his mod colours] A little ostentatious, don't you think?
Peng: [dripping with sarcasm] What was I thinking? You're usually so discreet.
ramza: Tell you what. Throw a little hot-rod green in there.
Peng: Oh yes. That should help you keep a low profile. [seconds later] The render is complete.
ramza: [upon seeing the new render] Hey, I like it. Fabricate it, paint it.
Peng: Beginning automated assembly. Estimated completion time is five hours.
ramza: Don't wait up for me, honey.
Mitth_Fisto: Mr. Fins. Sir, we've explored what you've asked of us and it seems as though there's a little hiccup. Actually, um...
DarkLordOfTheFins: A hiccup?
Mitth_Fisto: Yes, see to power the suit... sir, the technology doesn't actually exist. So it...
DarkLordOfTheFins: Wait, wait, the technology? [gestures towards the thread] Mitth, Mitth ... here is the technology! I've asked you to simply make it smaller.
Mitth_Fisto: Yes, sir, and that's what we're trying to do, but... honestly, it's impossible-
DarkLordOfTheFins: [yelling] DARTH RAMZA WAS ABLE TO WRITE THIS IN A CAVE! WITH A BOX OF POSTS!
Mitth_Fisto: Well, I'm sorry. I'm not darthramza.
Clearly I hail from Suffragette City.
That was great!
I almost missed it. And finally someone cast Jeff to play me!
"What've you heard?"
"That you have pricked the hide of a mighty Mod, and entirely failed to run."
"We've been waiting three months, and he hasn't done anything yet."
"Are you quite sure about that?"
"You think he's raising an army?"
"You think he isn't? Many people across these boards owe that mod a debt of gratitude. Some of them will wake up to find a PM sitting in their inbox, poor Defels."
Preview from A Few Good Guardians
CPL_Macja: Bardan_Jusik, did you order the Air Strike?
BultarSwan: You don't have to answer that question!
Bardan_Jusik: I'll answer the question!
Bardan_Jusik: You want answers?
CPL_Macja: I think I'm entitled to them.
Bardan_Jusik: You want answers?
CPL_Macja: I WANT THE TRUTH!
Bardan_Jusik: YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE TRUTH!
I would come up with a good reply but I am laughing too hard right now!
All I could see when I read was Jack's and tom's face
To an RPF Amateur Dramatic Theatre near you.
Penguinator-176: All right, I'm gonna turn over the next card. Concentrate... I want you to tell me what you think it is.
[Holds up the card]
blubeast1237: Uh, square.
Penguinator-176: Good guess, but wrong.
[Turns over the card and zaps the male student]
Penguinator-176: [to the female student] Okay,
[Holds up another card]
Penguinator-176: what is this?
Nubile Female Student: Is it a star?
Penguinator-176: (It?s not a star) It is a star,. very good.
Penguinator-176: [to the male student, and holding up another card] Concentrate. Tell me what this is.
Penguinator-176: [Turns over the card] Ooohhh, Close. But most definitely wrong.
[Zaps the male student again]
Penguinator-176: [to the female student] Clear your head.
[Holds up another card]
Penguinator-176: what is it?
Nubile Female Student: A figure 8.
Penguinator-176: (Not a figure 8) That's 5 for 5, you can't see these can you?
Nubile Female Student: No.
Penguinator-176: You're not cheating me, are you?
Nubile Female Student: No. I swear, they're just coming to me.
Penguinator-176: [to blubeast1237] Nervous?
blubeast1237: [Really is nervous] Yes, I don't like this.
Penguinator-176: [Holds up another card] Well, you?ve only got 75 more to go. C'mon. What?s this one.
blubeast1237: It's, a couple of wavy lines.
Penguinator-176: [Puts wavy lines card down] Sorry, this isn't your lucky day.
blubeast1237:: Yeah, I...
[Peng?s hand slowly reaches for the zapping trigger]
blubeast1237: I uh, uh, I uh, I uh.
blubeast1237: HEY! 'm getting a little tired of this!
Penguinator-176: You volunteered, didn't you? We're paying you, are we?
blubeast1237: Yeah, but I didn't know you we're gonna be giving me electric shocks. What are trying to prove here, anyway?!
Penguinator-176: I'm studying the effect on negative reinforcement on GMing participation.
blubeast1237: Effect? I'll tell you the effect is, it's ****ING ME OFF!
Penguinator-176: As a friend, I have to tell ya you've finally gone around the bend on this gaming business. You guys have been running your colours off, meetin' and greetin' every schizo in the five boroughs who says he has a playing experience. What have you seen?
darthramza: Of course you forget, Peng. I was present at an undersea, unexplained mass n00b migration.
Penguinator-176: Rams, the n00bs migrated about a foot-and-a-half.
darthramza: This is a major disgrace. Forget MIT or Stanford now. They wouldn't touch us with a 10-meter cattle prod.
Penguinator-176: You're always so concerned about your reputation. Sinrebirth did his best stuff when he was working as a patent clerk!
darthramza: Do you know how much a patent clerk earns?
Penguinator-176: Xan, any calls?
Xan: (reading her magazine, not looking up) No.
Penguinator-176: Any PMs?
Penguinator-176: Any customers?
Xan: No, Dr. Penguin.
Penguinator-176: It's a good job, huh?
[she smiles wearily]
Penguinator-176: Type something, will you? We're paying for this stuff! And don't stare at me, you got the bug-eyes.
Penguinator-176: Xan -- sorry about the bug-eyes thing. I'll be in my office.
DarkLordOfTheFins: I'm worried, rams. It's getting crowded in there and all my data points to something big on the horizon.
Sarge221: What do you mean, big?
DarkLordOfTheFins: Well, let's say this Twinkie represents the normal amount of posting energy in the RPF. Based on this morning's sample, it wo
Who ya gonna call?
Good stuff, Saint, and apparently I'm played by Dan Aykroyd? I could do worse.
Why am I always the secretary?
How much does a patent clerk earn?
I'm just bemused that I've became Einstein.
Shamelessly stolen off Comms, but ah well.
INTERIOR: MILLENNIUM FALCON -- COCKPIT
The IGN Destroyer pummels the ship with turbolaser blasts. ramza corrects the angle of his forums.
Ramza: Let's get out of here. Ready for forum migration? One...two...three!
Ramza pulls back on the migration button and -- nothing happens. Spam bursts continue to rock the forum.
ramza: (frantic) It's not fair!
Peng is very angry and starts to growl and bark at his friend and captain. Again, ramza desperately pulls back on the
ramza: The transfer software was working. It's not my fault!
Peng puts his head in his hands, whining.
Xan: (almost expecting it) No forum shift?
ramza: It's not my fault.
DarkLordOfTheFins: Sir, we just lost new user registrations and passwords! One more direct hit on the RPF and we're done for!
ramza: Turn her around.
Peng barks in puzzlement.
ramza: I said turn her around! I'm going to put all power in the Resource Groups.
Xan: You're going to attack them?!
DarkLordOfTheFins: Sir, the odds of surviving a direct assault on an IGN Board Destroyer...
Xan: Shut up!
EXTERIOR: SPACE -- MILLENNIUM FALCON -- ASTEROID FIELD
The Falcon banks, makes a steep, twisting turn. In the next moment it is racing toward the Board Destroyer, looking very small against the massive surface of the Imperial ship. As it moves across the surface of the Board Destroyer, the Falcon bobs and weaves to avoid the numerous flak bursts.
Random IGN clone: They're moving to attack position. Shields up!
The clone and his men duck as the Falcon nears the bridge window. At the last minute, the Falcon veers off and out of sight. All is quiet.
Random IGN clone: Track them,. They may come around for another e-mail.
Second random IGN clone: Captain, the forum no longer appears on our scopes.
Random IGN clone: They can't have disappeared. No forum that small has a dedicated userbase!
Second random IGN clone: Well, there's no trace of them, sir.
INTERIOR: MILLENNIUM FALCON -- COCKPIT
DarkLordOfTheFins: Captain ramza, this time you have gone too far. (Peng growls) No, I will not be quiet, Penguinator. Why doesn't anyone listen to me?
ramza: (to Peng) The fleet is beginning to break up. Go back and stand by the manual release for the landing claw.
Peng barks, struggles from his seat, and climbs out of the cabin.
DarkLordOfTheFins: I really don't see how thats going to help. Surrender is a perfectly acceptable alternative in extreme circumstances. IGN may be gracious enough...
Xan reaches over and shuts off Fins, mid-sentence.
ramza: Thank you.
Xan: What did you have in mind for your next move?
ramza: Well, if they follow standard IGN procedure, they'll dump their garbage before they go to light-speed, then we just float away.
Xan: With the rest of the garbage. Then what?
ramza: Then we've got to find a safe port somewhere around here. Got any ideas?
Xan: No. Where are we?
ramza: The vBoard system.
Xan: vBoard system. There's not much there.
ramza: No. Well, wait. This is interesting. Saintheart.
Xan: Saintheart system?
ramza: Saintheart's not a system, he's a man. Saintheart, D&D GM. He's a dice player, writer, lawyer. You'd like him.
ramza: Xenforo. It's pretty far, but I think we can make it.
Xan: (reading from the computer) A dice roller?
ramza: Yeah, a board system roller. Saintheart conned somebody out of it. We go back a long way, Saintheart and me.
Xan: Can you trust him?
ramza: No. But he has no love for IGN, I can tell you that.
Peng barks over the intercom. ramza quickly changes his readouts and stretches to look out the cockpit window.
ramza: (into intercom) Here we go, Peng. Stand by. Detach!
So incredibly funny IGN as the empire .
I love the random IGN clones! Great piece, Saint! And I am the golden one!