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He CANNOT.Master of Squirrel-fu said:I requests short comedy oneshot of Witch Quest's Mami and Kyouko meeting and awkwardness of the old love interest meeting the new one.
Failing that a new chapter of any of your Ranma fics. Or even a new one.
Remember disclaimers that usually go first, claiming you don't make money from properties not yours by writing fanfics? Chibi would violate that rule if he accepted your request. There ARE morons like Seadart obsessed enough that would just LOVE to have something to have Chibi put in jail.First. My ass will remain covered at all times. Not fanfiction, but original fiction, so that I don't get any cease and desist letters or people looking to sue given that this would be something resembling a money-making venture. So, 'Cross Ranma with X-Com' is an example of something that is NO GOOD, where 'Generic fantasy, hero must defeat the princess to rescue the dragon' would be fine.
Model VX-13 "Buster Blakely"
This basic Tank Queen is designed for ordinary operations, and is outfitted with an ultra-long range surface to surface bombardment system, allowing her to launch tactical artillery strikes at any point in a battlefield, if provided accurate target co-ordinates. In the event of a close range encounter, she is outfitted with either a pneumatic masher or tesla claw, however when compared to other Tank Queens she is relatively weak at short range and is lightly armored.
Properly linked support infantry will recieve benefits to their agility and optics, allowing them to cover more ground and accurately survey a greater distance, meshing nicely with standard VX-13 operational tactics.
In addition, she may be outfitted with one piece of Q-Class equipment and two Q-rank modifications.
But like don't artists at cons get commissioned to fanarts from manga and such? Also Doujinshi, I remember it being said that Anime/Mangaka are pretty cool with that stuff since they tended to start there.Megaolix said:He CANNOT.
Remember disclaimers that usually go first, claiming you don't make money from properties not yours by writing fanfics? Chibi would violate that rule if he accepted your request. There ARE morons like Seadart obsessed enough that would just LOVE to have something to have Chibi put in jail.
Model C-66 Betelgeuse
This Tank Queen is designed for extremely close range engagement in ordinary operations, and is moderately armored with a priority on speed. In order to properly utilize her specialized armaments, the Cb-98 'Juggling Act' and Cb-99 'Eighth Moon', a high degree of precision is also built into her by design. These adjustments are adequately tuned to offer beneficial echos across a command linkage to up to four subordinate systems.
In addition, some internal memory storage has been devoted to an artificial training regime and various tips allowing adequate use of most small sidearms, and as such she is outfitted on production with a slightly modified automatic pistol.
Upon initial production, she may also be equipped with one Q-class piece of supplementary equipment and tuned to specifications with one Q-class modification.
In her free time she enjoys feeding ducks in the park, entertaining at birthday parties, and sculpting hedges and ornamental bushes.
Billy Backstories said:Loading times. Pre-loaders. System slowdown.
Lag. Lag never changes.
"You know while you're jacked in, we're recording your brain patterns. If you want to try to be deep, you might as well just say it out loud and save us a few seconds of interpretation." A voice echoes through the uniform dull grey.
"Then maybe you guys better work on getting things running a little quicker, huh?"
"Relax. Good things take time, Billy... for the finished product there'll be behind the scenes preloaders and perception compression, since that's always a pretty big complaint. That's not ready for testing yet, though, so you're going in raw."
Billy snorts quietly, and rubs a slight itch.
"Pain in the ass... I know you didn't call me in to review loading times, though. All the official testers taking a sick day or something and you just can't wait?" Billy asks.
"Hey, don't get me wrong, those guys do their jobs." the voice answers. "But the suits aren't paying them to go out on a limb and find theoretical slips. They want them to test for the sort of bugs that come up in 'regular play'. I called you in because I can swing it as cheap advertisement and I know that you go out of your way to break these sort of things over your knee. Post-release patches don't look as good, so hopefully you'll find some things that we can fix before it's actually on the market."
"Hah. Try and stop me." Billy snorts.
Silence echoes through the gray for a few long minutes.
"Hey." the voice sounds again. "Sorry for the wait. We're experiencing a couple of odd technical issues on our side. Look at it this way, you're already finding bugs for us to smooth over."
"Yeah? Well, whatever. You're the one's paying me, even if I'd rather not stare at the wall for it." Billy grunts.
"I know how you feel. But at the least, while it's in loading, we can make a direct communication link. That's not going to be able to happen when everything goes active, at best we'll be able to temporarily modify some of the NPC logs for indirect contact. I'd rather not, though, since trying to change the code while it's in use is just asking for a clusterfuck."
"What, you don't have a private messaging system?" Billy asks.
"No, there's one in the works, but the current programming doesn't play well with the interface. One of the code monkeys had a party or something and decided to try some clever new tricks, but for some reason it sporadically starts you bleeding xp all over the place and losing things from your inventory. Until he gets back from vacation and can point out what he changed so we don't have to go through the whole thing with a comb the function has been disabled."
Billy winces.
"Don't want to think about how that would work, but it's definitely not the sort of thing you can let get to a release. Whatever, no messages... as long as it gets me some cash. Landlord's been making noise about rent."
"By 'landlord'..." the voice says, slowly. "... you mean your ma, Billy? Heh, I didn't realize she made you pay to live in her basement. Though at this point, I guess she'd better."
"Hey. One: fuck you." Billy says, making a rude sign with his hands in irritation. "The economy like it is, you know what apartments go for? You've got to have an in, if you want to have any spending money left over at all after rent, utilities, and food. And two... she's not my mom. She's my Aunt."
"Whatever lets you sleep better at night, man." The voice says. "Anyway, it looks like the issues are clearing up over here, so you should be seeing the real thing any-"
There's a sound like a dull, distant explosion, echoing from every direction, as space warps strangely, twisting around into shape and form and sound.
And smell. Definite smell of livestock. Billy makes an uncomfortable note of that, and decides instantly that he'll bring that up on a list of points. That's going to have to be snipped for the final release. There's realism, of course, but even the most hyped up fans of perfect accuracy aren't going to mind the smell of cow pies in the grass on a warm day being cut.
"You've come! Thank the gods..." A wizened and bearded man leaning on a stick rasps.
Billy straightens his back, getting serious. Time to earn the fat stacks.
"What do you want me to do?" he asks, simply.
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