NPF Avatars: The Journey of a lifetime

[Inbred Chocobo]

Inbred was up on another rooftop, but instead of him throwing the Wind Edge at the ones below, he was throwing somebody. And whenever that somebody died, which was usually when they hit their target, they were nice enough to respawn back on the rooftop. It was unclear at first as to who it was. For first a prinny went flying and exploded. Then there was a book. Then a man with a leafblower went flying.

After a few more throws, Inbred moved rooftops, leaving the poor man to ache in pain. Well, he really just jumped from rooftop to rooftop and landed by Ecurt. Just in time to hear about the armor and the casual exchange of snack treats.

[POS Industries]

POS tore the twinkie out of Spiffy's paw and took a bite. "Son," he said, glaring at the feline, "If you honestly think that I stand around with my mouth agape, heaven help you. Oh, and by the way...."

Just as Inbred arrived on the scene, Pedro tapped Spiffy sharply on the top of his head with the magic wand, still gripped tightly in his left hand, in full view of the newly arrived Chocobo.

"...pay attention!"

[Mr.McSpiff]

"Ouchies!" Spiffy smacked POS upside the head with his rat-flail in retaliation, 'How do you like it?!" He then looked to the rest of the group, "So, when do we go on our adventure to find the Power-Source-thing-with-a-confusing-name? Because I know, and everyone else should too, that for some reason, we will be forced to go on said adventure."

[Mesden]

"Yes, cat person, we all assumed that when Incendius told us what he did. Now let Ecurt speak. He is the only one with an idea" she said with a little frustration towards the cat-like thing.

[Premmy]

Originally Posted by PyrosNine

"WHAT!!!? Raiden doesn't even understand the beauty and curviture of Murphy's Law! Raiden doesn't even understand Murphy's brother in law! How can you expect a guy who's always takes all his enemies out one by one, picking out the tallest first? There's no art in that!" Pyros fumed.

Premonitions looked up at the Cat-god and chuckled,which turned into a hearty laugh which turned into a mad cackle, then pointed to the swarms of n00bs and lurkers."Well prove me wrong then" he produced a Covenant energy sword and jumped right into the fray, hacking and slashing a path towards McSpiff, he had personally claimed the right to off that little thing. And noone was allowed to deprive this interdimensional traveler his pleasure, certainly not a pack of illiterate l33t idiots. He came down flying and screaming like a psycho having the best time of his life right next to POS. "Can I lend an arsenal?" He slashed a noob and spoke to his fellow forumites "I'm kinda busy at the moment so just reach in and envision what you're looking for, it's kinda cold but don't be a pussy"

[Mr.McSpiff]

(Premonitions, just so you know, I have not yet given you permission to kill, or even touch McSpiff yet so... STAY BACK AND SUCH!)

[POS Industries]

Pedro quirked a brow at Spiffy as the rat bounced ineffectually off his head with a postmortem squeek, then turning giving a quick nod to Mesden. "Yeah, we need to know as much about this armor as we can. If there is, in fact, a good chance of it making the wearer explode or something, then we'll have to figure out right away who the most expendable of us is..."

Originally Posted by Premonitions

"Can I lend an arsenal? I'm kinda busy at the moment so just reach in and envision what you're looking for, it's kinda cold but don't be a pussy"

POS quirked his other brow at Premonitions. "Didn't I see something like this on an episode of Super Globetrotters?" Still, the offer gave him an idea and, shrugging, he reached his hand into the afro and felt around until he found what he was looking for. Immediately, he pulled a metal briefcase out from the magical mass of hair.

Setting the case on the ground, Pedro fiddled with the combination lock, which he instinctively knew, and clicked it open slightly, peering in. What he saw inside brought a bigger smile to his face than he could have ever thought possible. Reaching inside, he pulled out a large wad of hundred dollar bills, one wad among the countless contained with in. He smelled the cash, sighed wistfully, and returned it to the briefcase, closing it and resetting the combination lock.

As Pedro O'Sullivan slid the case into his duffel bag, he stood up and said proudly, "Yes. I believe this will do nicely. Now, let's get back to business..."

[Premmy]

OOC: I can't remember someone else remembers that show.
IC:Premonitions turned around "wow, money, you suck at being evil, well now that I think about it, that is the most evil thing you could have brought out." He thought, "I suppose we might have to come up with a power dampener, something to channel the energy through so that the wearer does'nt recieve too much." He blinked in confusion, "Now where the hell did that come from?I know I'm not that smart."

[Darth SS]

Darth walked towards the oncoming hoarde, and racked his shotgun with satisfying clack. Calmly, he walked towards the group, brought his shotgun up, and promptly blew a n00b's head off. Then another, and another. It seemed to be working just peachy, until Darth realized one problem. He eventually had to reload.

"Well fuck."

His shotgun clacked empty, so he turned and ran, sticking his shotgun in his backpack as he did so. Then something latched onto his ankle. A lurker. One of those accursed non-posting monstrosities. It wasn't the lurker that bothered him though. It was more the giant horde that accompanied it.

"Well fuck."

Darth whipped his combat knife and cut the lurker's tongue right off. Then, he frantically scrambled away from the lurker, then got into a sprint towards the nearest pole. They were close, so he worked fast with the tongue, quickly tying it onto the pole, then ran past it, at a wall, ran along the wall, and then sprinted around in a circle being held by the tongue. A whole shwack of n00bs were caught in it, and lasooed together before Darth finally tied it off. Then he tossed an incendiary grenade onto them.

"Have fun."

"H4X!"

They burst into flames, and Darth got back to the other NPFers, sheathing his knife.

"Okay, we currently have an army of redshirts right in front of us. Any plans?"

Darth pulled his XM8, flicked out the bipod, and rested it on a conveniently placed box.

"Yah, aside from shooting them a lot, I got nothing."

He commenced with the shooting.

[Krylo]

Krylo just walked up next to Darth and looked over at the army of newbs with a shrug. Somehow he seemed to have weaved his way through the entire battle thus far without so much as getting dirty. "Well, this isn't much of a problem for me. This isn't nearly as bad as Go Gaia, after all," he said calmly.

"OMG! Taht is lik mah FAVORIT FORUMS EV4R!" one of the nearby newbs shouted in response.

"...Right..." the mod said glancing at the newb out of the corner of his eye before continuing, "Anyway, as I was saying, you all don't seem to be faring quite as well... soo... Twiddy and Mauve, both of you want to just put out as much raw magical energy as you can into these," Krylo said as he slapped his mod bracelet on and whipped out a pair of wires with small flat metal bits on the end of each.

"Just give me a second... need to recalibrate the power signature to accept standard magic..." Krylo pulled out a small screwdriver and twisted a single dial a quarter turn. "That should do it... well if I can trust, Shiney. Turn your magic on full. This is going to take a lot of energy."