The_CYSA

Boneo, probably a spines scrapper

CanU, just because I want to see "CanU, can u..." Sad, isn't it?

Bob Mcbobson, just because

It depends if you're a mad-for-it melee guy who wants to beat the snot out of everyone or prefer to command the battle at a distance.
And for the people saying "Describe to me..." and "Explain...", you're beginning to sound like a bunch of psychiatrists.

A little off topic, but if you go with an elec/elec blaster and go for a blapper build you do rather well. My blapper got to level 25 in only 7 days. And that wasn't non-stop playing.

Brilliant.
Is the redness of the guy with no arms supposed to show the unfairness of Communism, because that's what it said to me.

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What for? I rarely read other people's descriptions (especially when they are long). If I meet an RPer, I tend to just talk about their story with them.

The space we have now is more than enough I guess. Try to be brief. Less is better usually, ya know.

(note: funny you guys all complain about you don't have space to _write_, and noone said the he would like to read more about other chars. If you want to write something noone ever will read, start another blog )

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Actually, you'd be suprised how many people do read it. Many's the time I get some random PM saying "Nice bio, mind if I borrow a few ideas from it?". I can't stand it. There's so much more I could tell them. If you want to find out about the CYSA, is in the Creative Section.

Oh yeah, /signed.

My Thugs have all got fishy names (it goes with the MM, Donny the Fish)

Thugs:
Cat
Tench
Dog

Enforcers:
Sword
Pike

Bruiser:
Shark

Chapter One
The image is blurred. All I remember is a gun. That and my face getting ripped off. And a face. Covered in Spandex.
The next thing I find, a grey room. I can't feel my arm. But it is there. And is metallic.
A desk is in the corner. Tea-stained coffee covers them, but some a still readable. Like the one with my name on. Words jump out at me. "Fred Flint", "Freakshow", "Cybernetic Slasher Arm", "Brain Replacement", "Heightened Senses". Supplier information at the bottom. Unknown Arachnos Agent. Must find. Must kill.

A year on, and more is making sense. I was captured by the Freakshow to become some crazy-[censored] weapon. I hear about them on radios as I pass by. They are searching for something. I fear it could be me. I've had a few leads on who supplied this curse that befiles by body. The arm that has kept me alive.
The arm generates axes. When I lose one, another is in my hand. The metal expands into a shield, handy against approaching bullets. It even generates enough force to hold me off the ground.
The agent who supplied the arm has often been seen in the Zig, planting bombs and getting caught. Then escaping with a villain. The only way to find him to get in there...
End of Chapter One


Chapter Two coming soon.