Prodiguy

Experiment glanced around, and grinned. "Yeah. T-virus got out, and then everyone forgot their anger management classes. Makes PERFECT sense. I mean, I would be pissy too if I had your emo hood on, but other than that, no idea."

Kill him.

You never shut up, do you?

"Hmph, 'bots are stupid." A skeletal finger poked through a small opening in the cell, then a second, shaking them in a 'Pshaw.' way. "Get some zombie-dudes with you, and they won't care if you smash their heads right off. I mean, they won't help very much, due to their immobility and after-death, but they won't go all Terminator or Matrix on you if they deem you unworthy... Mostly 'cause they CAN'T deem you unworthy..."

He continued mumbling, receeding into his cell, muttering quietly about how the undead DID smell, but at least not like motor oil.

*Flashes back to the Daycare RP*

*Remembers the very first time he saw Terminus' character*

*Hides behind a VERY solid rock.*

Okay, I may regret this- No, I WILL regret this- but I am putting the cross-hair on myself now.

I know I will take [censored] for the post in Sidekick Island about Experiment 5.0, but y'know, I deserve it.

However, I would appreciate a more focused view on my RP style than my OOC Emo-ness.

"Whoa!" the hero yelled, leaping to his side, into a bunch of undead stragglers. His previous explosion of spines didn't work very well when he leaped INTO the enemy.

Wait... That's right! The ZOMBIES are the enemy! he thought to himself, confused, So why am I fighting Burning again?

Because you have to, his voice replied in his head, He tried to hurt Essex, remember?

No, not really...

...Well, just take my word for it.

...But you're a random, disembodied voice in my head. I think I will trust my intellect over you right now.

What intellect?

Experiment ignored this comment, and jumped up in a slashing circle of doom on the undead piles of flesh and rot, stabbing his spines into the wall again. He climbed, calling down as he ascended. "Hey, could you tell me why we're fighting? The voices in my head are both giving me a headache, and possibly causing insanity, so... Yeah..."

Experiment ducked, the blazing ball barely missing his face. He glared down, and growled again. The gutteral growl preceeded his eyes lighting up with flame, and he dropped.

He flipped in the air, and his body then covered itself in darkness, the cloud of dark energy pulsating over and over again as he flew downward, with no aid of technology.

It seemed he was getting... aggressive.

He slammed into the ground, and then exploded in a mass of spines, clearing away about five feet of zombie-horde around him.

"You wanna fight me, Brawler?" Experiment growled, his voice seeming to emnate from his stomach, "Come get me."

This isn't the first time I heard of it, nor will it probably be the last.

I ignore the people around me who do it because, honestly, it doesn't affect me.

Until I get a tell or two from girls-who-are-13-year-old-boys.

/Petition.

I dunno, I think I should petition it every time I see it, seeing as how this is a Rated T game, but I would sometimes have to petition about eight people every time I log on on a bad day.

"OH SWEET JEBUS!" the spinning, spikey hero yelled at the top of his voice, pulling himself upward. However, still only one jet was active.

He began twirling in the air, zombies dropping from their places on the spines, and hitting a few of their brethren. He finally activated his boot-jets again, and ripping his arms in different directions, thereby ripping the last remaining zombie in half. He glared down at Burning again, ready to attack, only to find his spines broken in half.

He growled, releasing the spine-stumps. Sharp points took their place, and he frowned. "I hate zombies... So stiff... Always breaking these things..."

((Hm... If I try hard enough, I might get you to recycle (Read; Re-eat eaten food)) on command!

I am nature's ally!))

2.0 raised an eyebrow, pretty much recognizing the fireball instantly.

"Hey, Burning! What'cha doing he--"

The fireball struck the spine in the wall, causing it to disintegrate almost instantly. He gasped, hitting a large rock on the way down, bringing the armoured hero to his senses.

He spun, firing a spike into the wall, and grappling himself to it with an organic tendril. He gripped the wall, and looked down. He remembered Burning Brawler... Definately met him at Essie's birthday party, with the whole 24 hours to live deal...

...Didn't he know the fire/ice user from earlier, though?

...His memory was completely foggy... But an emotion of revenge seemed to push itself up from everything else. Burning and Essex were still associated here... Burning had apparently hurt the little pink android before...

Yeah, that's right! Thanks to an informant, 2.0 had found out that Burning Brawler had attacked Essex! That made perfect sense to the hero, especially since the birthday had now been completely wiped from his mind.

Then, that same reason was wiped, and simply had Revenge put back in place. Experiment 2.0 had to get vengeance on Burning Brawler.

Simple enough.

The hero pushed his feet into the wall, and detached his spine as he pushed. He leaped backward, jet-boots activated. He flew downward, spines outward in a spear-head attack. Once he assumed he had a good enough speed to not go sideways, he deactivated his left boot, sending him into a deadly spin.

Especially hurtful for Burning, should the twisting, poison-tipped spines hit him.

Experiment jumped backward, landing in a crouched position to break his fall from the roof.

Still hurt like hell though.

The Vhazilok minion that had attempted to vomit acid at him jumped down afterward.

Experiment himself almost puked at the science-zombie's legs broke inward, exploding out of the upper part of the Cadaver's head and shoulders.

After a few seconds of deep breathing, his PDA beeped successfully. He dusted his hands off, and grinned. "Finally! Beat twenty of those damned things... No more zombies for the rest of the week! Woo--"

A slight flash of light later, and he was barely able to stab a spine into a cliff wall. He glanced downward, and spotted an anthill.

Oh, no, nevermind, that was an ACTUAL hill.

Hey, then what are those hundred-or-so ants?

A lingering moan reached him from his hanging point, and his grin left his face. "...Hoo."

He slammed his other spine into the wall, detached his right, and looked down again.

there seemed to be a colour difference somewhere in the mob of moaners... Probably a dead guy. Although, the hood DID look familiar.

Hell, LOT'S of people wore hoods, it could be anyone...

...But 2.0's curiosity was peaked.

He pulled a rock from the side with his free hand, covered in mud, and threw it downward. It was not aimed very well, but that was why he continued picking them out.

"Hey, guy! You alive?" he called downward, throwing rocks at random hoping to either hit the spot of unique colour, or hit one of the zombies.

Colour spot, twenty bonus points. Zombies, one. C'mon, there are, like, enough to fill a mall in Willamete!

Thread-o-mancy is FUN!

Sponsored by Blind Messenger.

((Unless the only nerves are the ones left remaining in your eyes, eh Blind?!

*Badum-PISH!*

...Okay, yeah, that one sucked, I will give you that.

For me, I have no real place to do anything. I am in my cell, just sitting and swivelling my nerves around wildly to freak out some kind of living moss in one of the bricks.))

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((...<.<

I won't say anything... I won't say anything.

I don't like to say overly mean things. 'Cause, you know, I'm not mean. However, other people aren't as nice as me... Well, most other people. Just... Don't be surprised if you get attacked by a bulldozer right here...))

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If a CoH LARP ever happened, I would probably stick a few styrofoam spines in my shirt near my wrists, and whack people on the head with them, shouting 'LUNGE!' at the top of my voice.

When they mention that I wouldn't know how I would hit without rolling, I would say 'I got Tactics!'

...Yeah, I am a complete dork.

I feel like a little balance is in order.

Lord Diov: 20
Khellendrosiic: 25
Hallucinogen: 20
Essex: 27
Prodiguy: 20
The Soviet: 21
Lazarus: CRY MOAR'D
Devious Me: 20
Burning Brawler: 20
Arashi: 21
Halo Inc: PAIN TRAIN'D ( But +2 Awesome)
Billy Boy: 19
Leo Gunner: ARROW'D
Pheonyx: 20
Mithril Zeta: 20
Cowman: TROLL'D
Moiread Scott: 20
Seikon: MENTAL BLAST HEAD EXPLODE'D
Coldfire Kaiser: HEAD SHOTT'D
Mr Grey: 20
Ozell One: 20

Hit Essie, because she was, and actually still is, highest.

Healed Billyboy, because he was, and still is, lowest.

...That was... That was deep.

Meanwhile, I am about as deep as a 2-inch puddle of water.

All hail my shallowness.

Well, technically, can't people already see you, and read your powers? No need in the Bio to put in description and powers ingame.

(('Your favourite tunes, now blasting full volume into an eye socket near you!'))

Experiment glanced up, and grinned. "Okay..."

He glanced around, and grinned again. He slipped his right hand into his belt, and a wire surrounded his hand. A small *bzzt* sounded, and the wire crackled with electricity. A spine from each wrist, and another one from each knee.

"Who needs suction cups?" he asked to nobody in particular before launching himself onto a tree. The spines stabbed in, giving him leverage. He began climbing up, stabbing a spine in with each section of progress. The wire over his right hand continued to sparkle with each movement against the red, metallic armour.

However, as he was about to leap to an opposite tree, an almighty *KRACK!* echoed, his head turning to the left amazingly quickly. A robotic fist turned in the air, slamming into his face yet again, and returning to the battle drone from earlier. It appeared it was better with its fist than a laser.

The hero faltered, and the wrist spines retracted. He fell back, a slight crick sounding from the back of his knees. He was still connected by those spines.

"Uggh... Okay, somebody get the license plate of that truckload of bricks, puleez... Woah, Ewoks!"

Blaster shots began scorching the ground near Experiment as he recovered, and he glanced up, looking oddly at the sky.

A little drone was firing randomly at him, completely missing over and over.

At Hazard's shout, he turned to see the arrow.

He leaped forward, gripping the arrow from mid-air and firing a spine upward. It was pure luck that it wrapped around a branch. He flew upward, the drone turning as Experiment flew by, tongue out.

He started coming down, and this time, not very show-offy.

However, a twirl in mid-air was NEEDED.

He brought his hands together, arrow-head peeking out slightly, and shouting 'PEEKABOO!!' before slamming his hands downward.

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The drone floated for a few seconds, and surveyed the fight. Shimmer glared at the screen, his face full of annoyance. "Over-eager... showoffish.... Jerk... Hero... Guy..."

The drone lowered, and began firing past the Avatar, attempting to hit Burning and co. with about the same accuracy as before.

Experiment glanced up, spotting Night barely catching a branch. He sighed, but did not attempt to help. He had more pressing matters. This being, the fact that his spines weren't exactly working very well.

He thought for a moment, before shrugging.

He sheathed his spines, and covered his hands in a layer of dark cloud. He fired a spine upward, wrapping it around a branch, and pulled hard. The equal reaction from the attachment sent him flying forward, fists forward. He spun in mid-air, twisting quickly. "Aaaaand here comes the Dark Twister! Oh, what a throw by Pitcher 2.0!"

((Pfft, like Experiment knows that. He tries to believe magic is the cause as a last resort almost all the time.))

((Oh, the red dot was Experiment. Y'know, arch-nemesis and all. Everyone else had yellow for Neutral/Unknown.))

Shimmer grinned, hitting a few buttons to configure the viewscreen. The dots on the screen refreshed. Most of the yellow dots switched red as Experiment seemed to be talking to them, or helping them in some way.

Velkon was still yellow, almost orange. After all, heroes don't attack allies very often, but there's a chance.

However, one last dot was bordering on green on the screen.

"We may have a temporary ally in this battle... If he doesn't get too beaten up to be useful by the time my little 'bot gets there..."

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Experiment, meanwhile, revealed his poison-tipped spines, throwing an armful forward at the attacker, mainly in the stomach region to cause him to double over.

"Okey dokey then, THIS is what it would look like if I WAS trying to stab you people!"

((Well, technically, that was an accident. So, I suppose it could be called a Bad-Day device.))

((Didn't remember I was the first reply... Coo'.))