Nefandus

Hey all who care and don't care alike. I made a scrapper named Agent Roberts (ma/sr) and thought it would be fun to make a movie with him in it using The Movies. No buying/selling going on just posting them for fun so check it out if you like. It's called Backalley Brawlers. Many thanks. I'm also trying to demorecord in the game a lot for the next film contest on coh/cov....any tips for outside editing(free DLable software etc)?

My scrapper's first movie

OW.....hey I reserve the right to make dead trombonist jokes because I play trombone!...it's my primary instrument I'm just moonlighting Tooba (that's how a real Tooba player spells Tooba...not some sissy Tuba) so I can have an excuse to play a 4 vavle G Bugle Contra-

Sigh again this post must be edited due to dangerously excessive contra playing in the very high decible levels.

We will now entertain you for the rest of the duration of this post with a delightful little joke for those ex-bandos and continuing bandos. What do you do with a drummer who can't keep time? Take away one of his sticks and make him go stand in front of the band. Also what's the best way to tune two flutes? Shoot one.....then shoot the other one >

Thank you that is all

I'm a either a lvl 4 ma/sr scrapper or ka/sr scrapper....OR...a lvl 50 sonic/sonic blaster...go TOOBA! hooah!.....(walks over to a 4 valve contrabass G bugle and lifts it onto his left shoulder....takes a deep breath and-

this post has been censored due to the presence of obscenely loud and obnoxious sonic disturbances, do not panic, return to your forum surfing and beware of other possible sonic posters.
thank you and remember the only difference between a dead trombone player on the road and a dead skunk on the road-there are skidmarks before the skunk.

Here's one for anyone who's noticed the Ascendant cell phone npc..or Ascendant himself

Lord Recluse: Hello, is this Tommy the Nose's Villainous Base Rental Agency?
LR: Ok.....yes...ok....nono....can I speak to Tommy? He's on Vacation? Um...ok...who is in charge there? Jimmy....ok put Jimmy on.
LR:Hey...Jimmy is it? Listen, I need to rent a temporary base, my battle with the Freedom Phalanx kinda messed up the wiring in my base....no....no I don't want a lair...I want a ...no a .....no..I don't....no....no a .....a base.....no I don't want a cave....well...no not a....really? I didn't know you could do that with caves....huh....no I'd like...no something more like......no no....think Council.....without the rock.........I'm sure...yes-no I'm sure that subterr-I don't want a cave......ok fine I'll take a cave. What places are available? No....nothing with the name spider? or arachnid....ok..how about black..anything with the name black........You have a luxury base....not a cave....sounds good. It has a pool? Why would I.....oh.....I suppose they might like that. What about lighting?...does it get cable?......it has a mission computer? Well that place sounds like a bargain...how much for it?....really, only 10,000 a month...that's not too bad...it has a what?...wow that sounds great. ........there's a catch? What's the catch?....Ok I'll take it but why do I have to not tell anyone the name? The soldiers need to know where to transfer all of my....WHAT?! No..no way...I refuse....I am not...you have got to be joking...No refund? Take it or....why you snotty little....I cannot believe this.....Alright fine.......no .....yes....alright fine fine fine! I'll live with it...yes I'll sign for it. When Tommy get's back I'm gonna.....oh whatever...this is the address right? sheesh.<hangs up phone>

Black Widow walks up: So....did you get us a temporary base?
Lord Recluse: Yes.....<sighs>.
Black Widow: What's wrong, m'lord?
Lord Recluse: It's called <puts hand on face and mumbles>.
Black Widow: I'm sorry sir, what?
Lord Recluse: What kind of numbskull call's his lair the A-Hole?
Black Widow: The what?!
Lord Reclise: Some hero got a lair for himself-trademarked and everything...and it's called the A-Hole. Apparently the owner retired from hero work. The Agent told me the name could stand for Arachnos-Hole or something.....when Statesman finds out about this I'm never gonna hear the end of it.
Black Widow:.....
Lord Recluse to the troops and lieutenants: Alright folks, we're moving to <mutters to self: I cannot believe I'm saying this> the A-hole.
Everyone:<Stunned silence>

Author's Note: Due to extenuating circumstances, Subanimus will be retiring shortly after this notice. If any of the 50 or so readers who have bothered themselves to look at this have any comments I am interested to hear them. I am working on several other stories...too long for bio format.. of origins for alts of mine. If any of you who have read through these are interested I would ask that you keep an eye out for them in a few weeks.
I'm sorry to have to cut short this story for you-I leave it to your imaginations what happened in the forgotten past of Subanimus.

When I awoke..or regained conciousness I should say-I was standing in an alley, holding two swat cops about four feet off the ground with my mind, without even knowing why. I looked down at myself to see worse clothing than most hobos can afford. As I pondered the situation I heard a strange super-frequency siren, somewhat like the sound of a dentist's drill. I turned around to see several men in suits, similar to the pair who had picked me up and escorted me to the base. One of them was holding his earpiece and talking into some sort of mike hooked to his collar. The other was steadily drawing a bead on one of the cops with his black .9mm. I froze for a second and then thought of throwing a rock at him or something...and was startled by one of the swats hurtling past me into him. The upright suit froze stiff, looked at his comrade and bolted out of the alley. As the no-longer floating policeman stood up and retrieved his shotgun from the downed suit I realized that I was doing these things..I concentrated and tried to pull the shotgun out of his reach..only to accidently flatten him with it. It may be hard to realize but I was terrified out of my mind at this point. I still had a floating cop in my mental grasp and I didn't want to cause any more damage if I could help it. Suddenly out of nowhere a flash grenade landed near me and blinded me for a few seconds. When I could see again a woman in tactical body armor, toting a big, ugly looking gun was centering a red laser sight on my chest. I had a very odd feeling and blacked out long enough to have flown..I mean FLY ...I was flying! to the roof of the building. Below me the heroine was doggedly running up the fire-escape and the once floating cop was ruefully massaging his back. I leapt into the air and flew to an abandoned warehouse in the industrial park. I sat until well past nightfall thinking about what I could remember and tried to construct possible explanations for in-between. I saw a scrap of newspaper flying by in the wind and caught it. The date was about 3 years from the day I recall being in a college class. Then I felt a sudden weariness descend and decided that I would sleep on my questions and problems and look for answers and a decent set of clothing in the morning.

...as I began to tell you last week-before I had to go foil an attempt by Dr. Vahz...things started getting interesting. I was completely out of my element in that military bunker so I just trusted my guts and did as they told me.
I was led into some kind of meeting room with about twenty chairs lined up with a long table. The two suits took me to the end farthest from the only door in the room and motioned for me to sit. Then I waited. And...waited. I was starting to get nervous and was almost to the point of drumming the table when the door opened again and five men walked in. Actually, it was four men and...I'm not quite sure what. The un-human sat quietly against the wall and gazed someplace off to my left. Then the most officious looking guy cleared his throat. "Young man, do you have any idea why you are here?" he said. I chuckled nervously and replied that I didn't have the slightest clue.
"You sir, have been born with a...hmm....talent? No...a gift, you have a gift. The secret is locked deep in your genetic code, son. You have two options now, you can learn to serve your country with honour by allowing us to help you learn to use it and even improve it. Or you can walk out of here, and live your average life-flip burgers while you attend college and eventually go do whatever. You have the choice to be a part of something bigger than anything you've ever known. Whadda' ya' say, son?"
Here's where I should have taken door #2. if I had any inkling of what they would do to me, and what would ensue...I should have run screaming out of there. But, if I had...I wouldn't be telling you about it. To my chargrin and regret, I said sure, there's nothing more important than serving my country. Then one of my 'guardians' walked over and took a folder from him, and returned to where I sat. He dropped the folder in front of my face and waited as I poured over it. I did happen to notice the officious fellow looking over his shoulder and whispering something to the...non-human. I realized that I had spoken too soon-but I also noticed the suit's hand resting on a .9mm in a belt holster. I had read through about half of the folder when I started feeling strange, noting how oddly my hand was shaking uncontrollably on the papers. Then it began moving up my arm, muscle by muscle. When it got to my shoulder I lost my balance and fell to the floor. More rapidly I felt my body go numb until I was fighting to stay concious. I could hear dully the hollow voice of the un-human as I slipped into darkness. "He is stronger than any subject yet, although his shields are primitive...yes-he will be most useful."

Any thoughts so far?

Every mutant has his day. This is my story.

Years ago, I was part of yet another 'unofficial' goverment experiment with the mutant population. I was born like your average joe...blonde hair, not particularly tall or large. It wasn't until I started attending my local community college when I noticed that everytime the teacher was about to speak he would suddenly say the last thing I thought. As you can imagine at first I was scared to death, then, once I realized that I was causing it I started toying with it...you know, harmless stuff like saying "And today we're going to learn about the effects of barbituates on me." Of course someone noticed, probably the teacher...and I was called into the president's office. He told me that security had found some illegal substances in my dorm... which weren't there, I promise! Then I was taken to stand in the local detention facility where two guys in suits wearing dark glasses and earpieces picked me up. They took me into a black sedan and one of them placed a funky helmet on my head so that I couldn't see or hear anything. I don't remember if I fell asleep or not but when they took my helmet off we were in some sort of bunker...you know, like cheyenne mountain or something. That is when things got interesting...

Thanks to you and everyone else on the thread for great info!