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The domain?

Chapter 5: Weapon of the Banned Drizzy looked at Pbrabbit. Pbrabbit looked at Spyro. Spyro looked at Drizzy. "So what now?" Drizzy asked first, immediately walling the two others from asking the same question. "You're the mod, I thought you'd be the one who'd knew. After all, you're the one who led us here," Spyro said to Drizzy. Pbrabbit nodded, simply trying to shift answering that god forsaken question to someone else. Drizzy shrugged. "I have a vague understanding of how to move through the realm of the Banned, but never once do I actually know where we are. Spacetime is distorted, everything looks weird. If we were in Pokemon, this would be the Distortion world. Except there isn't a capitalized GIRATINA running around in a linear puzzle. This is a world, one which can't be mapped the normal way, and we're trying to find a single object within it." "The Staff of Infinite Powers," Spyro said in wonder. "Why was it stuck here?" Again, Drizzy shrugged. "To be honest, I'm not so sure myself. I vaguely remember that it had been Twam who had placed the Staff down here, but even the Staff is something that he could not master. It's an artefact that exists meta of the 343i.org subspace universe, something whose history predates and preludes us. But.....I can't really remember anyway. Thinking about it hurts my head, I assume from all the paradoxes." He gave a faraway gaze to fit the context of the scene, before snapping back to reality with a snap of his fingers. "Anyways, lets ignore that topic for now. We have a choice - either explore this island, which may eventually turn out to be more a continent than an Island, what with the lands always moving and stuff, or we could try to fly off. But I do have a pressing issue at hand, and running away from it wouldn't help." "What is it?" Pbrabbit asked, concerned. It wasn't every day that a staff said they had a pressing issue, even if they were banned. Although that may have been due to the fact that no staff had ever been banned. Or had issues. Drizzy extended his palm, and began to channel his residual staff powers. White-blue energy cascaded off his fingertips like slow-mo waterfall, before he re-absorbed the energy with his other hand. "This is the remaining energy from being staff. It's a fair fraction of what I originally had before I was banned, but now that I'm here, I'm slowly being drained of the power." Spyro and Pbrabbit nodded. They could understand - even now, despite having moved very little, they felt like they had just taken a long hike - existing within the realm of the banned was exhausting. Drizzy was losing a lot more energy than they did. The purple dragon looked towards Drizzy. "And your moderator ring is gone. I assume it shattered when your position was revoked. That was the key, wasn't it? It held the energy, like a recharging battery." Drizzy nodded. "In a way, yes. I can't explain everything because that would take too long, but simplified you could say that the ring was a recharging battery of moderator energy. Now, the recharging bit is gone, and my body is the conduit for the circuit of energy. It continuously flows within me, and doesn't stop. There isn't necessarily an exit within said circuit of energy, but like an electrical circuit's energy turning into thermal energy and being lost, my energy is being lost as well. I need to place what remains into something that can hold, trap, and use the moderator powers, similar to the ring, but it won't be recharging." "And what object will you place it into?" Pbrabbit asked, though already he could guess the answer - they had to go look for something that worked. "I don't know," Drizzy answered as he gestured with his hand to the expanse of the forest around them, "But I hope to see what I can find in this realm. The side effects of using a weapon from the realm of the banned excites me to, which is why I suggest simply walking inland. Any objections?" Both Spyro and Pbrabbit shook their heads. "Well then, lets go!" Drizzy said with enthusiasm before skipping through the forest, Pbrabbit and Spyro following. Under his breath, Spyro muttered, "Wow. That took a loooong time."

The ideal video game world I'd like to exist in, doesn't exist and probably won't. But if I was forced into one, it'd be one where life is a whole lot better.

Thanks to GSD for helping out test this map. Maybe someday we could do it again. With maybe more people. Like in a playdate or somthing. o.o REPOSTED FROM HC: Castblock is a map I made when procrastinating on revision. Due to timezones and laziness (probably 95% due to the former and 5% due to the latter) I haven't been able to test this map yet, so it's safe to say it's crap. Still, posting it probably would get it a better chance of being tested. Castblock is a small, symmetrical map that is made for at most 5v5. Almost certainly 5v5 wouldn't work, but because I have no idea WHAT works I simply put 5 spawns on each side and say its a 5v5. (Spawns probably suck too) Heree is a picture of pretty much the entire map, from a corner of it. Picture of a base, with some of the center in view. The set of columns horizontal? You can walk on that to gain height advantage but it slows your walking. You get their with lifts from the sides; Rockets spawn there. A picture of the sides, as well as the middle of the map. The two one way shields allow you to jump up to the third level, while in the middle of the second level is a power weapon spawn. One side has Sticky Det, the other has Railgun. There's a trench that goes down the middle, along with 3 bridges going over it. You can easily jump down and up again, and you don't have to crouch under the bridges to move. Heres a straight on view of the base. Two ramps allow you to go forwards, one ramp to the left and right allow you to take alternate ways out, and a mancannon is on each side to let you get on top of the disc thingy, where a sniper spawns. This map is wholly untested, is probably too big for max players, and probably is messed up with spawns and needs a lot of fixing. If anybody could playtest it, and/or yell at me/give constructive criticism about it, that'd be great. Thanks! Map Link: https://www.halowaypoint.com/en-us/games/halo4/fileshare/details/0d4dd45c-44fb-4997-a890-70eff0a39cbf

Buying. I've never seen a line to buy these massive AAA games, ever. In fact, I'm fairly sure everythign is released a day earlier here; I just go to the store, buy it, and go home. I'll install it anyway though. It feels better with a hard copy of the game since I can get the cool boxart. (And no preloading on 360 anyway)

My first instinct problem wouldn't have been 'go to waypoint' but oh well. Everything you say makes sense if not for the fact that no matter what, a good player will still do good. If every MLG tryhard were in a game, each with the same skill level, each using promethean vision with tactics and thoughtfullness it will all be still. They hop into a lobby with newer, noober, and less skilled players? Naturally they will dominate using the tools at hand. Same with Active Camo. Same with Boltshot. Arguably overpowered and certainly a crutch but if I die, I die. It's my fault I did something stupid that ended up ruining my 70+ kill streak, and while I'll be mad and pissed and angry I wouldn't see it as the weapon's fault. To cure myself I go and hunt whoever killed my like a madman. Anyways, balances. -PV shows on the minimpa where the user is, user's face glows, it mucks up color and everything, depth perception is gone so spatial awareness is REQUIRED. -AC distorts when you move around, sound and radar is messed up so you can't detect stealthy players flanking you, at close range you're easily visible. -Boltshot is shotgun, then I use rifle and kill them at range. lul.

Yes Do you think RWBY was a well written series? (lul)

Yeah well, it seems any mention about console in front of these guys provokes images and insults upon images and insults about filthy console peasants and aryan race PC masters. This one place I go to that isn't related to much gaming at all, there's a person who consistently posts these stuff when the topic arises. A bit to my surprise, my aryan race PC master lives in a basement and the only pictures of 'it' is covered by a massive third digit finger. EDIT: Got into LoL this week..... Soooo much fun. Especially with friends. Especially with my friends. And my skill level. "YOU STUPID FEEDER", they'd say each morning.

Looked again - can't tell whether it's pinky or thumb for Rikka's left hand.

Glitchy, unbalanced and kinda boring in my opinion. If moving a singular of just 2 buttons without much tactics other than run and gun is enjoyable, go for it.

Everything I describe should be from the figure's perspective. E.G. "Left arm" is the one that is drawn on the right. Girl: Left arm looks like a perfect tube, what with the lack of the common cloth bends and shadows. Even the fattest of arms would have those on clothing. The arm itself is also very short. Length wise, it almost equates fully to the forearm of the right arm. Left leg thigh's AT area (Zettai Ryuouki), not covered by the pantyhose, looks fat, chubby, and like it's about the explode, with the footwear having been so tight it's squeezing. Both leg's calves massive, more prominent in right leg. The way that it gets from thick to skinny as it goes down seems to not be there, so it generally looks like the cute girl has elephant trunks for legs. Cloth folds on her left, near shoulder and side of torso don't have visible shadows and as such look a bit out of place. Not real person, cannot date. Fix now. (Flat chested? Not really a problem though, because the left arm is covering.) Boy: What his this guy, Duckface McChubbylips? FIX. It doesn't look like he's opening his mouth for a yell, doing an arrogant handsome smirk, it looks like he's eating a square or that he's doing a duckface with some inflammed, broken, chubby lips that have a thousand ulcers on the inside. Jeez. His left arm looks a bit broken due to it's anime drawing style, but it's very apparent because the body isn't very detailed, lacking shadows, etc. His right hand could look a bit bigger for emphasis. Shoes looks like Mickey Mouse's nose. Eyes lack that common anime 'glimmer' of white, and so looks a liiiiittle bit out of place and unfocused.

Oh the memes. Will be a joy reading through 1% of them.

You said it yourself, Halo 2. The thread clearly says 'Halo 4 MLG Pro tips'......

Looks awesome, but won't satiate my want for Monster Hunter on consoles.....

It's also easy to kill people in every other Halo. And Cod. And Battlefield. And Quake. And CS. And GoW. And Any other killing game. You're just playing bad players who can't fight back - you're just better than them. (Don't worry, this feeling is natural. Play more competitive gametypes to quench it.)

Look at sky. Look at ground. Look at everything in between. Look at building. Look at tree. Look at statues of kings and queens. Seriously, everything around you can be an inspiration, from buildings that you might see outside, to the arrangement of your toothbrush, toothpaste, and other things. Play more custom maps and stuff as well - that'll help pop up some ideas. Same with dev made maps. Doesn't matter which Dev.

POOOST LAH >.< Also, surprised that this name is so similar to the upcoming movie, AND that movie feat. Lockdown.

@Death Rhino Ubetrol, expect a small cameo of sorts soon. @Gryffin Unless you reply to the PM, same as above. Chapter 4: More than just the one "You fool." *Whack!* "Gu-ah!" A cry came out within the darkness of the room (Why are most of the rooms in this story so dark? I mean, I'm cheerful as ever, but.....), following what sounded like a kick into a gut. *Whack!* *Whack!* *Whack!* Three more came, but this time, no cry of anguish, or grunt of pain came. Rather, the person on the floor simply clutched his stomach, slowly entering the fetal position. There wasn't any air within his lungs to make noise any more. It was impossible to breathe - no matter how much willpower he could master, it seemed as though his body had simply forgotten how to breathe. For a moment, the kicking stopped. The being who had still been standing gave out a sigh. "You used a bullet on a MoM, which you should have predicted would have had a side effect. Idiot." The figure on the floor tried to muster a response, but all he could do was wheeze, before letting some of his spit drizzle out of his mouth. Looking at it - he saw traces of crimson - before he found himself flipped around, this time with a sudden and sore pain on his eyes. No longer did a groan suffice - the only thing that could be heard was an unmanly whimper. "Shut up," the person standing up said without pity, "And don't ever spit on my things again. Ever." Desperately, the figure on the ground nodded, even as he slowly began to pick himself up into a sitting, then kneeling position. Part of it was because he couldn't stand. Part of it was because he didn't dare stand up to the other person. And finally, part of it was because he needed to kneel, even as he quickly sent his head forwards to touch the floor. "Please, forgive me! I promise, it won't ever happen-" The standing figure made a smirking noise as he placed his foot onto the kneeling figure's head. "Oh, no, it WON'T ever happen again. Make another mistake, and you will be the first subject of Beta. And then you will make no mistakes ever as you grab the second subject." "Yes, sir. I swear it!" "Who do you swear to?" The kneeling figure mentioned the standing figure's name, swearing upon his everything to make sure the consequences of Beta didn't reach him. "Good. Now go, get out of my sight. I've had enough troubles for today. So long as the plan is within correctable courses. And thankfully, because you banned Pbrabbit in time, it is." And without a word, he turned around. The conversation was over, and the kneeling figure turned to leave, uttering a string of thanks as he clutched his stomachs in pain. The standing figure stared at the wall, which, once the kneeling figure had exited the room, promptly lit up with pure white holograms. The main screen was focused on a subject - a person, wearing Crimson armor over an inner suit. Recognizable. Axilus Prime. The standing figure smiled for a second, before promptly spinning to leave himself, the holograms shutting down as its user exited. * * * very very very pls discuss also forgot to ask for filler, so soz.

Maginot Sphere?

pls no if i found that as a good idea i would have made it already Anyways, nice wrapup again. Good read. GJ Drizzy.

Azaxx. I see him as the only person I have and can openly debate things with.