VinWarrior

Nice wrapup, and a great start to the horrific new year of school!

Granted, but the Gods of Wishing misunderstood your wish, and put more Link in your Printer, ergo, you killed Link, and now the fanboys are hunting you. I wish I had a river named after me.

But if you are Formal and kind about the situation, you are more likely to get a response from a techie, while, if you have a title like, "THE BUNDLE IS STUPID FTW!" or something seemingly rage-like, then you are less likely to get a good answer.

"Yep... He could be... But I can crack one of his buddies... I know Krogan better then ever Tuchunka does..." he said with a smile as he peeked out the window, watching the lower areas, it seemed like a spectacle was going on by the Citadel tower, but that was usual, a lot of people had gripes with the council, they flock there everyday from all corners just to get shut out by advisers, it really wasn't a pretty sight, some wouldn't take no for an answer, there had been successful terrorist attempts there, the most recent was by a group of Humans, plighting for a Human Spectre, they bombed the citadel tower after they were shut out, they killed about 7 C-SEC agents. It was bad. Garreck just shook his head though, he didn't want those thoughts plaguing him, right now he had business to deal with. The shuttle descended on Grove Ward, as it landed, Garreck pushed up the door, opening it and stepping out unto the stained silver floor, Grove Ward was a poor Ward on the citadel, also the ward with the most Krogan, they Approached the to the Tequila Se'ly bar, as Garreck opened it and walked in, quickly traversing to the back door, which lead quickly and quietly into Grove Ward Territory, a Turian stood by the door, arms crossed, as he looked around the bar with a stern face, as Garreck approached him, the guard saw him and smiled, walking slightly closed, as Garreck shook hands with the Turian, yelling out, "CJ! My man!" the Turian only nodding and smiling as he asked in a gruff voice, "What do you need, Garreck?" as Garreck gestured at Mac and said in a lower tone, "I need access." as the Turian nodded and stepped aside, letting Garreck open the door and step out, this place looked a lot more like Omega then the Citadel, it was dirty and filled with criminal scum, C-SEC kept a stern eye on them, most of the time. Garreck nodded at Mac as they continued forward to a door, it looked like it was to a warehouse, but a large Krogan, wearing yellow stood outside, armed with a Revenant on his back. He looked at the Turians and asked, "What do you want?" in a loud, accusing voice. Garreck said to him, "We wanna talk to your boss." as the Krogan scoffed and laughed saying, "Why would I let a bunch of random quad-less birds like you get in?" as Garreck gestured to Mac and pulled out his Pistol, aiming it at the Krogan's head, as he chuckled and pulled out from his side a large serrated blade, already stained with blue blood, as The Krogan charged at Garreck, he pulled out his Omni-Blade, pushing to the side of the surprised charging brute and clipping his eyes, which made the Krogan angrier, but it was caught in a rage, so it couldn't care, as it continued slashing, the fire did little to it, Garreck stood still as the charging Krogan went in for the kill, he put up a Hex shield, and the Krogan slammed right into it, knocking him out, he was bleeding from his eye though, so he would die soon. Garreck shook it off, and pulled back the Hex shield walking up the steps to the dirty old door, he stood on the right and said to Mac, "Pull out your gun, and get on the left side, Imma count to 5, when I hit five, we burst in there, Guns a' Blazing, doesn't matter where you aim, the big mountains can take a lot before dying, just try to leave a few alive, remember, they will shoot back, on the count of five... One... Two... Three... Four... Five."

Garreck nodded, nonchalantly saying, "Yeah, sure." with a reassuring tone as he as well opened the door, walking to the trunk and pulling out an M-7 Lancer, tucking it away in a medium leather bag as he walked over at a well pace to his own silver car, pulling out the keys and pressing a button as the two doors swung open with a hiss. Garreck turned to Mac, still walking, and said, "You drive." with a small smile.

(Alright, I'll slow it down a bit.) Garreck fiddled with the controls, shutting the Omni-Tool off, as he sat forward a bit, he said calmly, "Ever heard of the Mourning War? Geth were a race of machines built by the Quarians, they were like, cast out, according to my sources, so they rebelled." As he fiddled with his hands, trying to concentrate, he laid himself back on the seat, as he pulled out another bag a credits, sifting through it and pulling out 20 credits, as he turned to Mac, saying, still calm, but a tad bit fidgety, "We are going to the Grove Ward's HQ, but we can't take this car, it's too obvious, drop it off at my place, and we'll take a Taxi, we will stop by Grove Ward's Tequila Se'ly Bar, so they don't see us coming... I know, we don't have the papers to take down Fist... But, we can beat the evidence out of these punks to get him locked up, but money can get you everywhere, Mac, so we have to make sure when they lock that little weasel up, he stays there." as the car pulled in to Garreck's apartment's parking lot.

The actual article: http://www.bungie.net/7_Destiny-Drawing-Board-Closing-Time/en/News/News?aid=11033 This week, Bungie unveiled a new exotic gun, a Sniper Rifle, called Closing Time. “Carrying this gun is like wearing a badge of honor.” Tom Doyle, Art Lead Concept: Adrian Majkrzak 3D Model: David Stammel There are weapons that speak to you. To look at them is to hear their stories echo through time. To see yourself stalking your prey through the ruins of a place that humanity used to call home, you need only clutch the grip with your fingers. Closing Time was envisioned to be a weapon imbued with such stories. It wasn’t collected from a gun rack at the end of an assembly line. Someone loved it before they too were lost to the dust of our shattered civilization. “It was owned by a group of survivalists operating on the new frontier,” Tom Doyle says to us. Like all Exotic weapons in Destiny, the Guardian who packs them on the mission will not be the original owner. These hunting tools are out there in the wild, waiting to be discovered and put back into service. The details in the design of this old long barrel allude to untold adventures – just like the ones you’ll experience when you inherit it. New ways to create weapons for the heroes of Destiny have given us new elements we can use to illustrate this world. According to Doyle, the fabrication of this weapon used everything in the upgraded palette. “Dave Stammel really wanted to push our new shader system with this weapon,” he muses. “We have as many different materials as possible on this asset: gunmetal, plasteel, wood, plastic, and ghillie netting. It showcases the rendering strength and diversity of our new engine.” These are the nuances that will haunt your imagination between missions. What will be most important are those moments when this weapon is butted up against your shoulder. When the Cabal are in the crosshairs of Closing Time, and you’re about to put their lights out, the only story you’ll care about will be your own. So what do you guys think of Closing Time? I personally, really dig it.

Garreck's eyes opened wide as he opened his mouth to say something, but stopped himself, groaning as he opened the door out of Fist's office, walking out and toward the car, as he opened the driver's door for Mac, opening his own and jumping inside, sighing, as he opened up his Omni-tool again, projecting an image of the two reporters from earlier, they were apparently doing something on the Spectres, as he heightened the volume, and the voice rung through the car, "Spectres, our shields from the forces of evil, or, the snakes who will bring us evil, Reports show that a Spectre named Sar-" as her voice cut off, and the screen went to black, something was wrong, he had his Omni-tool upgraded to stop ordinary intrusions and pick up rogue signals, this was a rogue symbol, it was just letters in Alien and Human being flayed across the walls like code, moving incredibly fast, Garreck marveled at it, as he didn't know what to do but examine it, he said to Mac, still focused on the symbols, "This is some old stuff right here, looks like Ancient Quarian Encoding... It... It's Geth! I don't know how this is being picked up, we are nowhere near the Geth... I think something's going on here..."

It looks very interesting, and I may check it out, thank you for sharing,

I think the design looks very clean and easy to control, I did enjoy the old design of flipping the top part unto the bottom to close it though, but this has just been announced, so they may make changes, as for Nintendo as a whole, the genre of games they make really isn't exactly up my personal alley, for example, the PS VITA is now releasing Borderlands 2 to it, so, I can play a shooter game that I enjoy, with my friends, anywhere I want, while Nintendo is similar, it doesn't have the action/horror/shooter games that I as a gamer really sink my teeth into, so I probably won't be getting this. Thanks for the news though,

Nice Backstory, approved!

Granted. Your Wish for a Fish goes Amiss when he tries to kill you with a Dish. I wish that I could sing better.

AWW YEAH!!!! Gotta love the White and Grey!

Granted. You spend years going through intensive training as skilled commanders break down every emotion and feeling in your body, then you are shipped off to the gruesome Human-Covenant war. I wish that the wishes above me and below me never happened.

Garreck smirked and nodded, turning to Fist and yelling, "So... How's business, Mr. Fist? Oh, how's Angela doin'? Haven't seen her since out last encounter, he snickered, as Fist prepared to lunge at him, being stopped when Garreck put his hand forward and snickered, causing the man to pause and mumor something innapropriate under his breath. As Garreck yelled out to him, "So, any... Business transactions lately with the Grove Ward Gang? You know, just the all Krogan group, that has been accused of over 40 murders, 30 of which you were suspected of having a hand in?"

(Yes, you do, I had quite a few GTA references in this, because of V of course, anyway, moving on) Garreck followed Mac's lead into Fist's office, which was guarded by two Turians, they both held vindicators in there hands, as Garreck stopped at the door, and turned to Mac, saying calmly, "Well... Do your magic, or I can convince them, or course." cracking his knuckles and twisting his neck.

Garreck nodded and walked over to the seemingly shaken human victim, sitting on a crate, as Garreck crouched down and talked to him in a calm voice, "Mister..." as he answered quickly in a young voice, "Davis." he said as the Turian continued, "Mister Davis... You found this man here, correct?" as the human only nodded, Garreck questioned him more, "Did you know Mr. Hoven over there?" as the man nodded, saying in a still calm voice, "Business rival, we had a lot of arguments, but I never wanted him dead, I just wanted my company to succeed. Now he's..." Garreck watched the man as he lifted his head up, he could see a dangerous fire in the boy's eyes, something that indicated something, like a bell rung off in Garreck's head, something was up, he picked himself up and walked over to a corner, as he opened up his Omni-tool, searching up both men's names and companies, as he found out that the boy's company was losing to Mr. Hoven's in sales. Also that both of them specialized in the making of the prototype Thermal clips, this surprised Garreck, as he walked back over to the boy, quite speedily and grabbed him by his shirt, pounding his body against the wall and saying in a quick voice, "You and your company were falling behind Mr. Hoven's and you wanted him out of the way didn't you? You wanted him out so that you could rule the Thermal Clip industry, and look what the f***ing gun you used to kill him had, I think you are hiding something and if you don't tell I will slit your throat you cheap *******!" as the boy started crying, "Don't hurt me, please! I killed him but the whole thing was coordinated by the Grove Ward Gang!" he said as the turian dropped him to the floor and yelled to the two C-SEC officers on the scene, "Grove Ward coordinated it, he fired."

Garreck's face went blank for a minute as he smiled and chuckled, "I uh... I hit on his girlfriend... Never gonna do that again." he smiled, as he stayed right behind Mac, as he put his hand to his Comm, he said in a quiet voice, "Yeah... Uh-hu... Yep... Alright then... Alright..." as he sighed, and said to Mac, "We may wanna try to stay hidden, word is the local gangs don't like me a lot around here." followed by a slight laugh.

Garreck chuckled at his remark, and gestured for a cigarette, as he pulled out a human lighter, which he had used to kill flies on his porch from night to night, or to destroy spiderwebs just for fun. As they approached the Den, a bouncer stood near the door, a large, a head larger then Garreck, Krogan, dressed in military grade armor, the guard gestured his Assault rifle at Garreck as he pulled out about 20 credits from his pocket, he poured them into a raggy brown pouch as he tossed it into the guard's hands, and they entered the gentleman's club. Garreck said to Mac, "I owed his boss a couple of creds." as he smiled.

Garreck cracked up at Mac's response, as he said in a high tone, "Ha, you? You'll end up getting us fined or in a crash, that's what you'll do! You drive like a Salarian hopped up on Red sand." he said as he swapped the channel on the Omni-tool, to what looked like an alien version of Pong, he laughed and said, "Now this is the stuff... Humans call it Pong, it was really advanced back in the day." he continued playing, as he shut off his Omni-tool, opening the window, and putting his arm out.

Garreck nodded, and looked at him, saying in his usual calm tone, "Why not?" with a smile, as he opened up his Omni-tool, jumping inside the right side of the car, sitting in the passenger seat, he brought up on the windshield what seemed like a map, as he turned to Mac, saying, "Just in-case if you don't know the way." Snickering and letting out a hard chuckle.

Garreck continued mashing the buttons on his controller, his mind seemed to be split, one part was focusing on the game, the other, Mac, he said to him in a distracted voice, "Is that so?" and continued mashing the buttons, as a male announcer spoke over the screen, "Game Over." he said as the score came up, and Garreck turned most of his body to Mal, he pulled a case out of a bag laying on the armrest, it was another game, he said in the same nonchalant voice as usual, "C'mon man, we can afford to take a five minute break, I got a game that humans call..." he became stumped as he remained silent and turned the case around, examining it for a few seconds and resuming like his pause never happened, "Grand... Theft... Uh, Auto!" he said with what seemed like a smile, and then snickered, shaking his head, and rummaging in his bag for his SMG, as he pulled it out, loading a few shots into it, and keeping it hidden, as he got up from his chair and said to him, "We'll take your car." with a similar smile on his face, as he once again let out a raspy cough.

Granted, it's because I liked the other one's quality better. I wish for Giant Ten-foot lizards to roam the streets of Manhattan.

Garreck heard the knocking at his door, and tried pushed himself up from the chair, he just sighed, giving up as he opened it with his omni-tool, he could see the orange light grow green as the door let out a whir and it opened, it was a C-SEC agent, he sighed, and turned his head back to the TV, yelling, "So... I am assuming they caught on to my drug smuggling ring?" he said sarcastically, as he turned on his TV again, picking up what looked like a futuristic video game controller, he started up a strange white looking machine, it looked like it was old and used old tech, like it had to be rewired to be used, he said to the man in a calm tone, "Wanna play some classics with me, Mac?" as he started up the controller by pressing a small spherical button, and looking back at the man, "I got some of your favorites..." he said in a sing-songy tone, picking up a small case and pulling out a disc.

So this is the thread for my Mass Effect RP, if you haven't signed up and I haven't approved you, go here before you post: http://www.343industries.org/forum/topic/30990-mass-effect-rp-sign-up-thread/ So this RP follows the lives of everyone's characters during the time period between ME1-ME3, or, about 4 Years. All locations that are not toxic are open to the players, either it be the Citadel or Eden Prime. Of course you will need a ship, so, set that up after you have really settled in. Anyway, let us start below. Garreck rolled over, blinking his eyes, as his seemingly colorblind vision came to color, still slightly blurry, he pushed himself up off the bed with his right hand, looking from left to right as he let out a dry cough, wiping his mouth with his hand, as he picked himself up off the bed, walking forward to his apartment's porch, as he opened the glass door, and stepped on to the pristine white balcony, looking out unto the lakes and bridges ahead, it was packed with little activity, as Garreck turned around stepping back in to the room, and shutting the door with a quiet groan. He walked over to his soft armchair, as he picked up a remote, turning on his large television, it showed two finely dressed people sitting at a desk with a blue background, as the human girl's voice rung out, "Welcome to Citadel News, the time is 6:32 AM." Garreck picked up the remote again and lowered the volume slightly, as he picked himself up off the chair and steadily walked into what looked like a small, white kitchen, he opened a large, curved machine, which let out a cyan/white puff of smoke, he pulled out a Dextro drink, opening the cap, and chugging down half of the bottle, the fridge still putting the chill on him, as he gently set the bottle down and shut the fridge, he walked back to the television standing in front of it, as a brown, colonial setting was shown, and a Male salarian, seemed to be interviewing someone, Garreck sat down again on the couch lazily, and raised the volume, as the Male salarian asked, "Sources say that Eden Prime could be a probable spot for a terrorist attack, and that your defenses aren't high enough, what do you say to that Mr. Gordon?" as the camera turned to a bearded human man, as he remained stern and talked into the microphone the Salarian was holding, his voice getting louder with each word, "Eden Prime will never be hit, there is no way it will ever happen, all of you are just conspiracy theorists, what, are you going to tell me the Reapers exist next?" as Garreck snorted and shook his head, turning off the television.