korok132

You're never too late to join the endless war against robots! Unfortunately, you don't have a choice, since Coal Town's team is now full. You will be going to Maneworks.

I cannot wait, heh!

Alrighty then. It was just a suggestion to skip ahead, but if you want to play it out, then by all means. Until you guys finish you conversations/include Brute somehow, she spends the rest of the day/night sitting next to the fire.

[colour=#800000]"Well, we have to see! It will be a...competition of sorts eh?" [/colour]The thought stuck with her as the box pony blasted her in the face with air. She shook her head like a dog as she stared at the Pyro. Seeing it sit down, and what she assumed to be laughing to itself, she proceeded to sort it under "will deal with later." "[colour=#ff00ff]HEY YOU GUYS[/colour] [colour=#ff00ff]I'M FINISHED! COME SEE![/colour]" This ought to be good. And good it was. The blue unicorn managed to make a big ol' gun that he could point and shoot with out of that mess of metal. [colour=#ff8c00]"Well, colour me impressed. I take back what I said; ya just might pull through on dis hard-hat." [/colour]Remembering her earlier thought, she turned back to the Sniper. [colour=#ff8c00]"Alright, look 'ere. Clearly ya think your better dan me. So here's the deal: Keep track o' how many of dem bots you scrap, and we'll see who did better at the end. A healthy competition, right? [/colour][colour=#ff8c00]'Course, I'm gonna win, but hey, you might just be able to keep up with me.[/colour][colour=#ff8c00]"[/colour] Janice gave him a malicious grin as she stuck her claw out to shake. [colour=#ff8c00]"You in?"[/colour]

I can't. The image is too big and I'm too lazy to resize it. Although that would make a fantastic signature.

Welcome aboard! I see no inherent flaws with your character, so...

Janice watched the brown unicorn as he walked in. [colour=#800000]"I see they are hiring any old Mercenaries, you two don't look really like professionals to me, let alone winners" [/colour]That statement alone put him on her "to beat later" list. [colour=#800000]"Then again, with the state of this place I think you might mach! My name is Edd, Edd Shawt. Nice to meet you- I mean me"[/colour] Her eyes narrowed at the Sniper. [colour=#ff8c00]"Ey, watch it buddy."[/colour] [colour=#800000]"You two are here for the robot fighting competit- I mean job aren't you?"[/colour] She folded her talons in front of her as she glared daggers at him. [colour=#ff8c00]"Yeah, s'pose we are. What, you think you're better than me, punk?" [/colour]She drew her bat from the bag at her feet and flipped it in the air. [colour=#ff8c00]"Lemme tell you a little someth-" [/colour]Whatever she was going to say next was interrupted by the blue unicorn shoving some stuff into her hands. She looked down at the stuff, then back up at the Engi. "[colour=#ff00ff]AHA! Found you![/colour]" Her eyes went wide at the explosive crate he pulled out, along with the two giant machine-guns. [colour=#ff8c00]"Uh... huh. So that's what you're doing." [/colour]She watched as the blue Engi skipped out of the base, levitating the mess of metal behind him. Giving the universal sign of "I'm watching you" to the Sniper, Janice followed the unicorn out of the base to see him uncrating... another pony? [colour=#ff8c00]"What da heck?" [/colour]Her confusion persisted as the unicorn zipped back and forth, placing a sticker of a banana on the pony. She was suddenly keenly aware that, out of all the ponies here, she might be the only one not brain damaged. Except maybe the brown one, but he's a dick.

Sweet Scent hadn't noticed Reveille load his rocket, and let out a squeak of fear when a rocket exploded the hill in the distance. "[colour=#0000cd]You saw that, right? You all saw that? Brilliant![/colour]" She whirled around to see him shoot off two more. She hesitated as she began to speak up, only for him to load three more rockets and fire them off. He's gone mad. If he wasn't before, he is now. She tried once more to talk to him, only to see him go exploding off into the air, crunching down on a rooftop. "REVEILLE!" She shrieked as she took off as fast as her wings would carry her. Oh no oh no oh no no no no. Not before the battle starts. "[colour=#0000cd]...ow...[/colour]" Seeing him alive, she breathed a heavy sigh of relief. She then remembered that she's supposed to be the Medic. She also then remembered she had absolutely no idea on how to actually do Medic-y things. Her wings flared as she started to panic. "Oh no oh no. Reveille. You'll be okay. Just..." She looked around nervously. Oh. Right. That back-pack-thingy on her. That was connected to some weird cannon-tube thing. She pointed it at Reveille and pushed the handle forward, releasing a beam of energy. Sweet Scent felt immense relief as she saw his wounds start to fix themselves under her beam. "Did... did that work? Are you okay now?" She kept the Quick-Fix trained on Reveille until she was absolutely sure his wounds were completely healed.

DM's note: I know where I want to send you guys. I know (mostly) what I want to be in where I send you guys. I have sort of an idea what I could have happen to you guys between leaving town and getting there, or on the road in general. But I have no idea how to get you guys to leave. I'm almost tempted to say "The day ends. What does you character do the rest of the day? You leave tomorrow." But that feels like cheating. So I'll leave it at this: If you guys want to just say "My character does this the rest of the day" and I tell you what you get out of it, then go ahead. If you want to RP doing that, I can work with that too. Your call.

Coal Town: Normal people doing TF2 mercenary work. Oh dear. Maneworks: Slight variations of the "normal" TF2 mercs. Oh dear. Either way, this is going to be awesome.

/thread That's it. You can close the thread now. No matter what you do, you will never be able to top this, ever. Show's over everyone. Go home, nothing to see here. Move along.

It's still open, yeah. Just make up a character like mine or Kirby's, post it here, and pick a map to join! (Although I think Coal Town is full, so you're probably stuck with Maneworks)

The sound of the door sliding open and metal hitting the floor made Janice open her eyes. Noticing a new arrival, she opened her mouth to greet him before he started spewing nonsense at her. "[colour=#ff00ff]Bah weep granah weep ninni bong![/colour]" She stared at him, unsure of what to make of him. [colour=#ff8c00]"What's da matter wit you? You brain damaged or somethin'?" [/colour]The griffon spoke with a Bronx accent. Considering the Engi had Christmas lights on his hard hat, and that he was wearing a hard hat in the first place didn't rank him high on her "smart people" list. [colour=#ff8c00]"Seriously, look at 'cha. I mean, really, look at 'cha!" [/colour]Janice stood up and started circling around the blue pony. [colour=#ff8c00]"You look like you ain't ever even seen a fight b'fore. You ain't gonna last even ten seconds out dere."[/colour] She eyed the pony critically as she circled around him. [colour=#ff8c00]"You better have some real fancy tricks under dat hard-hat o' yours, or you ain't gonna be much help." [/colour]Janice tapped the pony on the hat as she completed her circle, sitting back down at the same stool she started from. The pony wasn't much, so unless he had something really spectacular hidden in that tool box of his, she didn't see much hope for him. Fighting can't be taught in a single day, never minding that the student might be slow in the head.

Considering that everyone in Coaltown has had no experience fighting the robots, if some of them are also going to exist in Maneworks, then Coaltown should have come first, otherwise they would have had experience from fighting at Maneworks. That goes for the other two maps if we decide to do those too (Big Rock and Decoy), they would come after Coaltown and Maneworks, since anyone carried over to those two would have had experience fighting robots from the prior maps, while any new comers would still be inexperienced. Also, in a somewhat unrelated point of interest, in TF2 canon both Red and Blu are working together, and the teams combined divide evenly into three teams of six. Before Big Rock was released, that was enough for every location to be covered at once. I thought that was neat.

Okay, well, since it seems that at least one other person is interested in starting a second map, why the heck not. First, however, Roleplay Type: Maneworks MvM Name: Janice Windracer Sex: Female Age: Adult Species: Griffon Eye colour: Green Coat colour: Bright orange, like a ripe, well, orange. Mane/Tail: Her feathers and fur, when not pushed flat by the wind in her face, is very frizzy, usually sticking straight up. Physique: Very lean. Smaller than the average griffon (about the size of a normal stallion) Occupation/Class: Scout Hat: Hermes Loadout: Scattergun, Pretty Boy’s Pocket Pistol, Bat History: As the runt of the pack, Janice never had anyone to teach her to fly properly. So, she ran everywhere. Every. Where. She still uses her wings occasionally, but only to ever do a strange “double jump” where she flaps her wings in the air to get slightly higher than her normal jump. She was also never taught social graces, and often got into trouble for openly speaking her mind, for better or worse. Because she was often very rude and a bit of a punk, Janice could never hold down a proper job. She managed to (somehow) get a job as a courier with the Hermes Acquisition and Transportation, or HAT, due to her freakish running speed. Often being sent on the deliveries to the shadiest spots in town, she started carrying a bat and a pocket pistol with her when she went out, should push come to firefight. Almost regularly she did get into fights, too. Perhaps living in the slums had something to do with it, but that was beside the point. The point is that she killed a few guys and managed to get away with it. Except for that one guy, who apparently was actually rather important (but totally had it coming). Since being a murderer is illegal, she needed somewhere else to go. What other place would be better than Mane Co, those crazy guys that are hiring anyone with no questions asked to go fight robots? And what’s better, they’re giving her a shiny new gun to play with! Much better than her crappy pocket pistol. Character Summary: A fast talker and an even faster runner, Janice is a delivery girl with an attitude. Although her intent may be pure, she has no tact, and will straight up tell you what she thinks of you, often accompanied by an insult. No stranger to violence, she will try and use her speed and freakish ability to double jump to fight you without you being able to touch her. ... In hindsight, she's not much different than the actual Scout. But you know what? Screw it, I don't care. Next, let me point you at the Maneworks thread.

The chain-link gate creaked as Janice pushed it open. The old, run-down looking buildings reminded her of the slums she just left. Good times. On her left, a massive factory she assumed was the building she was hired to defend. On her right, more buildings, barrels, boxes and the like, with a massive blue tank dominating the sky line on a small cliff overlooking the facility. That definitely didn’t remind her of home. The goggle-wearing delivery-griffon checked her pulse as she walked her way over to the front of the large stone building. “I’m not even winded,” she said to no one in particular as she approached two sets of big metal doors. There was a window, too, and looking inside, it seemed that both doors lead to the same room. Digging through a pack she was left by Mane Co, beneath her new Scattergun, her old pocket pistol, and a new, red shirt and headset (her “uniform,” she was told), she pulled out an ID card, which caused the door to slide open. Moving her goggles to her head, she stepped inside. It looked like no one else was here. Meaning she was the first. Not a big surprise, she was the fastest griffon she knew. Spotting a bar with some stools in front of it, Janice dropped her pack as she sat down at the “Upgrades,” missing the large amounts of ordinance behind the counter. With a sigh, she rested her back on the bar, her wings outstretched, waiting for the other mercs to arrive.

Hope glimmered ever so faintly in Reveille. Her initial impression of the stallion was that he was a genuinely nice guy, despite his line of work. Her second impression was an insane rocket-shooting madpony, and now he was treating her like a gentlestallion again. She shrugged it off as paranoia. Sweet Scent wished she hadn't, but she noticed what appeared to be a car muffler on the rubber pony's... weapon. That's an accident waiting to happen. She then noticed, on closer inspection, that Reveille's bazooka was also held together by what appeared to be random bits of metal, duct tape, and happy thoughts. She was suddenly glad that her equipment was given to her by an outside source, namely Mane Co, the ones that had the money to actually make equipment from things besides... is that a coat hanger cut and tied around a pipe on the end of that bazooka!? THAT'S supposed to hold it together!? Know what? Screw the mental state of her team. Screw the equipment. Heck, screw the fighting. If she worried about everything that could go wrong (and likely will) then there won't be any worry left for when things actually start to go wrong. Emboldened by her new-found enlightenment, (see: "WhatamIdoingheresomeonehelpmepleasefortheloveofeverythinggetmeoutofhere" etc. etc) she tried to look as professional as possible as she calmly strolled past Reveille, smiling as she said "Alright. Let's go," with all of the confidence she could muster. Which, granted, wasn't too terribly much, but she tried.

Hm... I've been sitting on Cynogriffin cub, Fleet Paw, for the longest time, I think it's time I bring him out again.

Well, since it seems we now both have some fun character ideas we want to try, the question is now "Should I start a new OOC for it, or just use this one?" And now that I'm thinking about it, a TF2-crossover general thread might not be a bad idea if we can get more steam (HA) behind this, but then we would either have to make ANOTHER OOC for the current one, Coal Town, or keep this the OOC for Coal Town and just make an entirely different ManeVM General. Or maybe I'm thinking to much and should just make a new OOC for either Mannworks (Maneworks?) or Decoy (which is a strange case, because in TF2 canon it was made by The Soldier, who technically doesn't exist)

I'm almost tempted to start another map for a few reasons. 1: Give other people a chance to join, since this team's full (sans one, but you gave me the impression that you have one joining and s/he's working on it) 2: Play Scout (If I can remember it until then, dis gon b gud) 3: I'm in all of two RPs. I need moar!

So I've come to the conclusion that my best MvM class is Scout, and that I hate myself for coming up with another character for this that could have been a Scout, but have already made and used the Medic. Oh well, there's always next map.

... ****, I killed Kirby over the internet. ... Cool! I killed someone over the internet! ... ****, I killed Kirby.

After beating White 2 (finally) I now want this game to be out. Also, in the trailer, it shows one of the unevloved starters fighting a Kirlia, which fills me with hope that Ralts/Kirlia will be available early, because I like Gardevoir. Correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't it possible for some 'mons to learn attacks outside of their typing naturally? Just because it looks like a 'mon is using a Dark-type attack doesn't mean it's for sure going to become a X/Dark later. Although it would be interesting to see some of the other types get some glory with the starters. (See below) They're not going to make an even remotely demonic Pokemon, and if they did, there's absolutely no way they'd make it #666. I will bet all my money that #666 is going to be a normal 'mon with nothing super significant about it. It might turn out to be a good 'mon, might turn out to be more useless than Rattata. As for the starters, I swear if the fire type evolves into another freaking Fire/Fighting, I will be very, very, VERY upset. Although he's freaking ADORABLE, so he balances out to neutral for me. I'm really hoping the frog will evolve into a cool looking knight 'mon, if for no other reason than I want to make a Chrono Trigger joke (Hint/CT spoilers: his nickname would be "Glenn") And the Grass type is just meh to me. Also, with the introduction of a sixth gen, it's now possible to have a full team of starters with no repeats of gens. Which, to me, would be a very interesting team to set up.

Sort of how I imagined Widdlebiscuit coming out of the box:

Well, her question was answered as to what the suit-wearing pony did was answered, on top of her fears being reinforced as Reveille presented his home-made bazooka. "[colour=#0000cd]Oh ho ho, you'll be seeing voided warranties from here to Ponyville[/colour]!" That sentence did not fill her with much hope for the sanity of the team. She thought she had found a friend who she could talk to, maybe discuss things that weren't fighting. Nope, too late for that. She was surrounded by crazy ponies. Scratch that. Never mind the sanity of the rest of the team, what about her sanity? She was a spa pony darn it, not a fighter, even less a Medic. What was she doing here with these crazy mercs, about to fight along side them? The gas-mask wearing rubber pony in a party hat did not help in the least as it burst out of the crate it was in. If the Spy appearing was a seven on a scale of one to ten on surprises, then the Pyro would have been about an eight, but all things considered, she felt about a five. Which still included Sweet Scent recoiling from the "mmpph"-ing pony as it hopped out and began to sniff the Spy, only to have him swat at... her? She couldn't tell. Sweet Scent wasn't sure she wanted to know anyway. It looked female in shape, she was going to continue referring to it as "she" until proven otherwise. She sighed as she realized she might be the last sane pony in at least a fifty mile radius. "If anypony else is going to suddenly make an entrance, please do it now. I'm sure it can't get any worse than this," she said to no one in particular. Courtesy told her to introduce herself to these new ponies, of whom she hesitated to call "teammates," save for Reveille (There's hope for him yet, she thought), but something told her that there would be more arrivals, and thus more introductions. So, she decided to pass the time by trying to get the strange backpack-looking device she was given ("The Quick-Fix," she remembered it was called) on her back without compromising the use of her wings.