I made some Henry Stickmin style options for you folks to consider in addition to your own personal answers with results in spoilers. There are two endings and 8 fails. Choose wisely and watch out for Angel. Yes this took over hour to make and I was bored.
Double Down! Look him in the face and call him Mikhael again loudly and proudly.
The Maverick after you double down on calling him Mikhael again points his hand at you and shoots a powerful ki blast which sends you flying back through 3 houses until you end up in Sunny's kitchen. FAIL!
Beg For Mercy! Immediately drop to your knees, start crying, begging, and apologizing.
The Maverick looks at you and decides to give you a strong warning. However, Angel is upset and is not that forgiving for calling his Master "Mikhael" and you end up getting beat up by Angel instead. FAIL!
Slap Attack! You slap the Maverick and tell him to stop being a weeb.
"You dare to lay a hand on my perfect face you sad excuse of a person? Let me show you what a slap from the Maverick is like." You get slapped so hard, your entire body goes through the front car window... and that car is The Maverick's parents car... he screwed! BOTH FAIL!
Angel Hostage! Grab Angel and keep him as hostage until the Maverick will no longer beat you up.
Angel gets annoyed with you and teleports behind you and uses you as hostage to get the Maverick to buy him ice cream. It actually works and you walk away free. ICE CREAM ENDING!
Two Can Play! You power up and show the Maverick that you are willing to fight back... against... THE MAVERICK.
The Maverick delivers a very fast punch and you somehow dodged it. You laugh and call him Mikhael again. He punches very fast again and you are unable to dodge because Angel teleported behind you and held you in place causing you to get knocked out. FAIL!
Just Lie! Say Kel told you to call him that.
The Maverick knows you're lying because Kel is not even home. The Maverick proceeds to beat you up and tells you in addition to not calling him Mikhael, to not lie to him which is why you got beat up even worse. FAIL!
Hold Your Ground! Pull out your Paintball gun and threaten him with it.
You point the paintball gun at his wig and the Maverick begs you not to ruin his perfect "real" hair. You decide to shoot a few paintballs at his wig which sends it flying off his head and the Maverick drops down crying. His twin siblings comes out and caught you red handed and forces you to work with them at the Bakery until you make enough to replace the wig for the Maverick. FAIL!
Take The Wig! Remove his wig, remove his power? Worth a try.
The Maverick's power level plummets and you call him Mikhael again, and then you put on his wig and immediately feel a huge enormous power rush through your body as you begin to float in the air with electrical sparks all over your body. You demand he calls himself Mikhail from now on, but then Angel takes the wig from you and puts it on and points his hand at you, and shoots a powerful ki blast sending you into Faraway Park next to Aubrey who laughs at you. SUPER FAIL!
Pull Out Scouter! Take your scouter out to measure his power level and then respond appropriately.
The scouter reads "Error: >999,999 can not be measured!" and you drop to your knees begging and apologizing. The Maverick smiles confidently and let's you go. SCOUTER ENDING!
THE MAVERICK card! Pull out your THE MAVERICK user flair showing him that you are part of the Maverick crew.
The Maverick is confused as to why one of his loyal fans would call him Mikhael. He examines the user flair. He asks if you are really loyal to the Maverick and you say yes. He points his finger at you and asks if you are ready for your punishment? Being that you are a loyal Maverick fan, you close your eyes and shake yes. You go down proudly. FAIL BUT LOYAL!
In recent years my trich has progressed to my legs. Wondering if anyone got laser hair removal on their legs to stop the pulling and if it worked? I know it wouldn’t help with my other areas but have been thinking this might be better than legs that look mauled. Thanks.
Thank you for any responses in advance.
Part 1
https://www.reddit.com/DrCreepensVault/comments/11y06d4/headgames/ Opening his eye’s, it was dark and Michael sensed he was sitting up rather than laying down as one expected to be when sleeping. His neck was sore and when he tried to move his head to relieve the tension, he found it impossible. He wondered if maybe he were still dreaming and tried to will himself to wake up, but nothing changed. He thought maybe if he pinched himself that would work, but he could not feel his hands, or the rest of his body for that matter.
At the back of his neck a dull pain throbbed as if tension had built up and he needed to pop his neck. It wasn’t sharp pain but rather irritating, and he thought he would go mad if he didn’t find a way to relieve it. Finding himself immobile with no way to relieve the tension, Michael changed his thoughts to take his mind off of it.
Remembering the visit from the prison warden, Michael recalled the man saying that certain precautionary medical measures were taken to prevent aggression and wondered just what had been done to him. He thought about what he knew of that could be done to prevent aggression and other than his earlier thoughts of reduced testosterone levels or increased levels of estrogen, he could think of nothing which would require immobilization.
‘Unless they castrated me!’ he thought suddenly and wished he could reach down to feel if his parts were still intact. But he wasn’t a sexual offender, so that didn’t really make sense. This thought calmed him and he continued to search his mind for answers.
Michael’s thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps coming closer. He couldn’t see anything, but he felt someone had come into the room with him. The lights came on, hurting his eyes and Michael squinted to shield them. He could hear the other person moving around but had no idea where they were or what they were doing.
Finally he could open his eyes fully and saw immediately that he was in a white room not unlike the one where he had received the shot. The wall in front of him was bare except for the mortar joints of the cinder block it was constructed of and a small stainless steel rolling cart parked directly in front of him.
“So, are we awake yet?” a man’s voice asked.
Michael tried to talk but couldn’t.
A face popped up in front of him, grinning at him in a weird way with eyes bulging. This guy was way too happy.
“How you doing, Michael?” he asked with his rather high, effeminate voice. “Did you sleep okay?”
Michael tried once again to answer but no sound came forth. In fact, he could not even feel his breath moving through his mouth.
“It’s okay, Mikey boy. I know you can’t talk, but what you can do is blink your eyes. So when I ask you a question, just blink once for yes and twice for no. Okay?”
Michael blinked once.
“Very good, Mike!” he said in a patronizing tone. “Now the first thing we need to do is make sure you are okay. So I’m going to pull up a seat and we’ll go over a few things.”
He stepped away from Michael’s view for a moment and returned carrying a clipboard and pushing a stool. He sat on the stool with a flourish, reaching down to adjust himself at the crotch and Michael found himself wishing he could do the same thing.
“Alrighty then, let’s continue shall we?” he said with a broad grin, cocking his head to one side. “Remember, blink once for yes and twice for no.”
Michael blinked once to acknowledge he understood.
“Awesome! Now, let’s see,” he said flipping up a page on the clip board. “Are you in any pain?”
Michael thought for a moment of how to answer. He wasn’t in pain, but he was very uncomfortable with a dull throbbing in the back of his neck. He blinked three times.
“Well, okay Mike. I see we have some work to do.” he sat up straight and laid a finger to the side of his mouth. “You blinked three times which is neither yes nor no, so it means something else, right?”
Michael blinked once.
“Okay, I asked if you were in pain and you didn’t say yes, but you also didn’t say no, so you’re not in pain but you don’t feel good.” He looked to Michael quizzically.
Michael blinked once.
“Oh good, we’re making progress!” He clapped his hands together and smiled broadly. “Is it a headache?”
Michael blinked twice.
“Alright, does your neck hurt?”
Michael blinked once, paused and blinked twice.
“Oh I see, yes and no,” He maintained the silly grin. “Your neck is uncomfortable?”
Michael blinked once.
“Let me see if I can help,” he reached around behind Michael’s head and began to massage the back of his neck.
Michael felt the warmth of the man’s smooth hand as he massaged and soon the knot began to relax. Looking at his new friend, Michael wondered what had brought someone of such a personality to work in a place like this. His blonde hair was shoulder length and stringy but time had not been nice as he was mostly balding on top. He had a very large rather pointed nose that sloped steeply back to his eyes. Up close he could see the eyes were somewhat sunken in and there were large dark circles around them, indicating the man did not sleep well. But what really got him was the smile. A goofy grin with his large but well maintained teeth.
“How’s that?” he asked, removing his hand.
Michael blinked once.
“Good. Now let’s get on with the other questions so we can start to get you settled in.” He looked to the clipboard. “Do you have any other pains?”
Michael blinked twice.
“That’s great. A lot of times, guys come out of surgery like you did and they have headaches or other pains and there’s not much I can do but give them a painkiller.” He noted something on his chart. “Now, your neck doesn’t hurt now but it may start to as the healing progresses so I want you to let me know if it does and we’ll take care of it.”
Michael blinked once.
“Oh by the way,” he looked serious at Michael for a moment. “My name is Peter and I’ll be the one who takes care of you from now on. There is another attendant by the name of Marco who comes in late at night, but he doesn’t do much other than make sure the equipment is running right. Marco is, how should we say, a little strange. And then there‘s Natalie. You already met her. The nurse who got the room ready when you first got here.”
Michael thought about the nurse he had seen. He didn’t really see her well, but figured it didn’t matter as there would be plenty of time for that. What he did remember though was she had a great body and it was something to look forward to seeing again.
“Anyway, Michael, we run in three shifts here. Natalie works seven am to three pm, I work three pm to eleven pm and Marco works eleven pm to seven am. So there is always someone here to see that you boys are taken care of. Okay, do you have any questions?”
Michael blinked twice.
Peter reached around to one side of Michael’s head and pulled a very thin computer monitor around for him to see, angling it off to one side so as to not block Michael’s view forward, but still easily seen. The screen was divided into several parts which looked to be medical monitors and a small box in the lower corner which reminded Michael of a chat box he and his friends used on the internet.
“This is your life support monitor and it also serves as a way for you to communicate with me.” He reached up to adjust a small object at the top of the screen. “I need for you to look directly at this point for a few minutes Mike so I can calibrate it.”
Michael looked at the point indicated where Peter’s hand rested. There was a small beam of light emitting from a very tiny hole and he could also see a picture of his eye coming to focus on one part of the screen. He realized it was a camera of some sort.
“This is an optical mouse,” Peter explained. “It follows the iris of your eye so that once calibrated, wherever you look on the screen, the mouse pointer will follow. And like a mouse, you can click on menu’s but instead of a finger, you simply blink twice rapidly to click the mouse.”
Michael watched as Peter continued to calibrate it and saw a mouse icon appear on the screen.
“There we go.” Peter sat back satisfied. “Now Michael, I need for you to look at the screen and look at what I tell you to so we can make sure the mouse is calibrated.”
Michael blinked once and turned his eyes to the screen. He watched the mouse rove the screen as it followed his eye movements.
“Look at the blue circle,” Peter instructed.
Michael searched the screen and looked directly at the blue circle in the corner as the mouse followed to rest there.
“Good, now find the red box.”
Michael looked across the screen, the mouse icon following his eye until he found the red box.
“Excellent. Now let’s do a little more. Find the word menu and click the mouse.”
Michael looked until he found the word menu above the small box which resembled a chat box. He waited for the icon to settle on the word and blinked twice. A small box slid down with menu choices and he read them, the icon following his eyes across each one.
“Okay Michael, this is your communication interface. From here you can type messages in the box below by opening the keyboard on the menu.” He reached over and pushed a button on the screen to make the keyboard appear on the screen above the chat box. “At first, your eyes are going to get very tired as you type messages, so don’t try to do a whole lot at first. As time passes your eyes will become accustomed and grow stronger.”
Michael looked at the interface and wondered just how long he was going to have to use this. The way Peter was talking this would be his only means of communication for a long time to come. Just what had they done to him to make it so he needed to be immobilized for such an extended period of time?
“Now, if you’ll look up here for a moment,” he pointed to an exploding star symbol at the top of the screen with a small black box under it. “Before you are finished healing, there are probably going to be times when you do have pain and since we won’t always be around you to know, you can simply click this icon and get a small dose of painkiller. After it is administered, the counter will appear in the box below the icon so you will know when the next dose is available.”
Michael blinked once.
“But I gotta warn you, Mike.” Peter got real close to Michael’s face and he could smell his aftershave. “The painkiller is a strong narcotic. The computer will only let you have a dose every two hours, but that is still enough to get you addicted. Once the doctor determines you are healed, the painkiller will be removed, so don’t get yourself hooked on it. I’ve seen a couple guys do this and believe me, the withdrawal is very painful and there’s nothing we can do but watch you suffer through it as you quit cold turkey.”
Michael blinked once.
He wasn’t interested in the painkiller. In fact, other than aspirin, he wouldn’t take any medications when he was free unless a doctor prescribed an antibiotic for infections.
“Okay, Michael, I’m about to get off shift so let me show you one more thing before we stop for today. On the menu, you will find the heading “games”. When you select it, you are given a choice of several different computer games which can be played with the optical mouse.” he looked at Michael and grinned proudly. “These were my idea and I programmed them in so you guys wouldn’t get too bored. I know it must really suck to be immobilized like that.”
Michael blinked once.
“So anyway, I would suggest trying one of the simple games like tic tac toe or hangman at first until your muscles get used to using the optical mouse. Also, the games will turn off for fifteen minutes of every hour in order to prevent eye strain and headaches that can result from these.” He stood up and moved the stool over against the wall. “I gotta go now, but I’ll be back in the morning. Get some sleep and play with the games if you like. Marco will come and check on you before too long.”
Michael watched him walk out of sight, listening to his footsteps fade in the distance. Suddenly he felt very sleepy and questions of his situation no longer seemed important. He looked at the computer screen for a moment and decided he would check it out further later on. Right now, he needed to rest. He closed his eyes and waited for sleep to come.
But sleep did not come as he could not make himself feel comfortable enough to sleep. The familiar pressure against the back or side of his head when he lay down was missing and he had the ever present feeling of sitting at attention. He opened his eyes and looked at the computer screen, considering if he should dose himself with the narcotic to induce sleep. He immediately decided against it as he remembered Peter’s warning about not becoming addicted. He would have to find some other way.
Wondering how he would deal with his inability to make himself sleep, Michael became aware of a squeaking sound. Very faint at first but it was slowly getting closer and louder. He wondered what it was and wished he could turn his head to see, as he could really only hear it out of his right ear. This meant the sound was originating in the hallway as that was the way Peter had gone when he left.
The noise came even closer and now Michael could hear footsteps walking in time to the squeaking as if the irritating noise was a marching cadence. As it shifted around his position, he watched as a gurney came into view being pushed by a very strange looking man. He assumed that this was Marco and knew the gurney was not for him as there was already someone laying on it, covered entirely by a white sheet and Michael found himself wondering why the person under the sheet seemed to have no head.
“Well, well, lookee here,” he said mockingly, as spittle gathered at the ring in the corner of his lower lip. “If it isn’t the big bad bank robber who killed all those people in cold blood. Not feeling so tough now, are you dude?”
Michael tried not to let the man’s words get to him. He had been taunted by guards and even other inmates before who didn’t believe he was innocent. This time, unlike those other times though, he had no choice but to keep silent.
“So you’re Michael Chaste. You don’t look so tough.” He leaned in very close. “In fact, you look like a bitch. That’s right, you heard me bitch!”
The man’s breath was horrible and Michael found himself wondering if this guy chewed on road kill at meal times. He had short greasy black hair, an eyebrow piercing, the lip ring piercing he had noticed at first and a tattoo on his neck of a flying bird which looked to Michael like a swallow. Oh the fun he could have with this guy if he had his voice and was not incapacitated.
“So, I guess Peter got you all hooked up on the monitor since it’s pulled around now. Enjoying them drugs, dude?” He looked at the screen. “Oh, you haven’t taken any yet, huh?”
He walked out of Michael’s site to the left and could be heard moving something around in a drawer. When he returned, he was carrying a small thin strip of something clear like tape.
“Okay Mike, here’s the deal. Since you can’t talk or even really communicate yet, let me give you the rundown.” He pulled the rolling bench over and sat in front of him as Peter had done.
“Open your mouth,” he held the strip close and laid it on Michael’s tongue.
The taste was very sweet and he realized it was also dissolving slowly. Whatever it was, he liked it.
“That my friend is a treat for you,” Marco said calmly. “I know I can come off all bad ass and all but really I feel for you cause it has to be one major bummer to be in your position. I don’t really care if you wasted a bunch of people. Hell, I’d waste people too if I could get away with it. Most of them are worthless as tits on a boar hog anyway.”
He spun around in the chair, as if making a point. “Fact is, I don’t think there’s any crime in the world so bad that you should have to be treated this way, but I don’t make the rules. I just exploit them.”
He got up from the stool and headed off around the room again. Michael could hear him running water in a sink and sloshing something around, but had no idea what was happening. Again he wished he could turn his head. After a few minutes, Marco came back and sat down. There were now dark blotches on his smock.
“So like I was saying, I exploit the rules to get what I want out of this crummy job. But I really can’t complain. I come to work about the time all my friends are passing out and I get off in time to sleep before it’s time to party again, so it’s cool.” Marco lit a cigarette. “Hope you don’t mind if I smoke. I’m not supposed to but there’s nobody here at night but me and you guys.”
He sat back and inhaled deeply from the cigarette and for once Michael could imagine what it was smokers got from smoking as he recalled his last smoke. The smell in the air was actually a pleasant change from the sanitary smell of cleaners, disinfectants and purified air. He watched Marco smoke and play with the cigarette. He was a strange one, but seemed to have a certain quality that Michael found he could like.
“So dude, I guess you met Peter.” Marco looked him straight in the eye. “Is that dude a flake or what? Man, the first time I saw him I was thinking to myself, dude, there’s a weird one if ever I saw one! And what’s with that hair? I mean, come on. If you’re bald on top you don’t let the sides and back grow. He looks like he tried to jump up too fast and his head pushed through the top of his scalp.”
He jumped up abruptly and did a little dance, ending up leaning back against the body on the gurney. He reached back and patted the stomach.
“Wow, that’s pretty muscular.” He pulled up his shirt to reveal a small paunch and rolls. “I wish I was that muscular. The chicks would really dig it.”
He walked to the far side of the gurney and lifted the sheet up between them.
“Holy shit!” he exclaimed, “Man, you were hung weren’t you buddy. Talk about a trouser snake. It’s like a damned boa constrictor.”
Michael could hear the sound of slapping and wondered just what Marco was doing to the body. He watched as he dropped the sheet and walked over to lean in close.
“Dude, you were really something, weren’t you?” He smiled and reached out to touch Michael’s nose gently. “I bet the ladies loved you.”
Michael was confused. What was he talking about?
Seeing his confusion, Marco walked over to the body and whipped back the sheet. Reaching down, he grabbed hold of the bodies penis and lifted it for Michael to see.
“Man, do you know what I could do if I was hung like that?” He smiled and seemed lost in his own perverse joy. “I could have any woman I wanted.”
Michael felt wrong. He couldn’t say watching Marco man handle the obviously dead body made him sick cause he felt nothing of the sort, but it did feel wrong.
“Oh, I get it now,” Marco said slowly. “You still don’t know what’s really going on yet, do you?”
Michael blinked twice.
“Oh yeah, Peter taught you the blinking thing. Good.” He walked out of sight, returning with something in his hand. “Okay, let me lay it out for you Mike. Part of my job is to take the bodies to the incinerator here and cremate them, which is what I was on my way to do when I stopped in here to see you. Being that you’re new and all, I thought what the hell, let’s take some time to get to know the new guy and maybe have a little fun. So here we are in this damned cold ass prison, just the two of us in a plain white room with a stiff, except the stiff isn’t just any stiff It’s you!”
Michael was completely confused now. What did he mean the stiff was him? He was right here looking at him and being talked to, so how could the dead body be him.
“Still confused, eh, Mike?”
Michael blinked once.
“Okay, maybe I should ease you into this and let you know what my job is really all about.” He sat on the stool and lit another smoke. “I come in here every night and, aside from cremating stiffs, I also maintain all the life support equipment that keeps you guys alive. I mean, there’s the blood oxygenation re-circulator which acts like a heart to keep blood flowing to the brain and the feeding solutions which are added to the blood to make sure you have the nutrients you need. That’s the easy stuff. Then there’s about ten other solutions that have to be added to the blood continuously since you don’t have the organs to make them. And of course, the blood is also then continuously cleaned so you don’t get infections or blood poisoning. I’m telling you, Mike, it’s like maintaining a whole laboratory for each one of you guys and I do it all myself.” He turned and looked at Michael seriously. “If it weren’t for me, I’d be cremating all of you!”
He got up, walked to the end of the gurney and began to push it toward the door opposite where he came in.
“I’ll be back in a few minutes, dude,” he called back.
Michael thought about everything Marco had just told him and tried to grasp the point that was alluded to, but never made. It was as if he was supposed to understand something that was beyond his comprehension and he couldn’t put it all together. He had said the body was him, but how could that be when he was still right here and the body was now on it’s way to be cremated?
“Okay dude. I’m back,” Marco said entering the room. He came back and sat on the stool once again. “So, did you figure it out yet?”
Michael blinked twice.
“Man, I don’t know whether you’re just not that smart or just in denial.” Marco sat back and moved something around in front of him. “Okay Mike. This is going to be painful, but you have to know before you can be moved into the ward with the rest of the inmates.”
He held up a small mirror so Michael could see himself.
Disbelief filled his eyes and Michael wondered how what he was seeing could be true. They had shaved all of his hair off, including his eyebrows and there were multiple patches with wires stuck all about his head which ran off to a bundle that wandered away from the base of his neck. Around his neck was what looked to be a black leather collar connected to some sort of rubber sheet which was in turn fastened to the tabletop his head protruded from. There were small silver bolts in the circumference of the leather collar and there was no doubt in his mind that they actually were attached to him in some manner.
He looked from the mirror to Marco and back again. Now Marco moved the mirror back a little to give him a broader view and Michael was horrified. He could see the edge of the tabletop under him now and below it, instead of his body, was a vat of clear liquid only a few inches deep. Now he understood what Marco was trying to tell him and he looked at the man as if he held some answer that would take the horror away.
“I’m sorry, Mike. Like I said, I do not think any crime deserves for this to happen to you.” He put the mirror down. “But that was your body I just took to the furnace.”
Marco got up and rolled the stool over by the wall. “I have to go and check on the others now, but I’ll be back in a couple of hours.”
He went out the door he had first entered and Michael listened as the sound of his footsteps faded away. His mind was numb and he couldn’t think. He wanted to scream and yell and rage at the world about how he had endured so much without ever once acting in any way to justify what was happening to him and now they had done this to him.
They had taken his body and mounted his head on a plate like a trophy. A living trophy. Michael looked over at the monitor and looked directly at the painkiller icon. He blinked twice, feeling immediately as the narcotic began to flow freely into his brain, numbing his thoughts and senses.
He looked again and saw the monitor was now counting down from two hours, but still tried to administer another dose. If he could somehow overdose, the nightmare would end. But the machine refused to respond and he was left to stare blankly at the counter as it worked it’s way down to his next dose.
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Oh man, I'm so excited to see
Dave Chappelle in SWGoH!!! Normally I shit on CG's art department for abominations like scav rey and not having a version of Zori Bliss with her helmet off, but in this case, the likeness to Dave is uncanny. They really knocked it out of the park on this one. Well done, CG!
So let's look at Cere's kit:
Cere Junda is a
Support, Scoundrel, Unaligned Force User, and
Leader. I admit I've only played about half of Unaligned Force User: Fallen Order, but I'm pretty sure Cere wasn't any kind of leader in that. Maybe she turns it around in the second half. Although I am still slightly concerned that she's just a supporting character. Because Cal is
also a supporting character. Does that mean the guy who looks like a spider cross-bred with the Cheshire Cat and voiced by the ghost of John Candy is the main character? Fucking bonkers. I can't wait to play the rest of the game and see how that plot twist takes shape!
Basic: Keep Fighting Deal Physical damage to target enemy. All Unaligned Force User allies gain Tenacity Up for 2 turns and all allies gain Accuracy Up for 2 turns. This is pretty straightforward. It would have been funnier if it was "Keep Firing, Assholes" but I get that SWGoH is a family game (sort of... it's full of gambling which should make it 18 plus. Our laws suck), so they don't want any swearing in it. That what's it's like when you work at fucking Mouschewitz, am I right?
SPECIAL 1: Force Barrier All allies gain 10% bonus Protection for 2 turns. Gain an additional 5% bonus Protection for each active Jedi ally and 10% bonus Protection for each active Dark Side or Light Side Unaligned Force User ally for 2 turns. All Unaligned Force User allies gain Defense Up for 2 turns. The weakest Dark Side or other Light Side Unaligned Force User ally gains Damage Immunity for 1 turn. So lots of protection up, more so for jedi, and super duper more so for unaligned force users, who also get defense up. And one of those lucky unaligned folks gets damage immunity. Siiiick.
Also, let's be completely honest: There is no scenario in which you're running Cere with anyone who isn't an unaligned force user. Okay,
one scenario, which is that you're a goddamn moron. Outside of that edge case, I don't even know why they put jedi text in this ability. Like... my jedi are
fucking busy dude. Or busy fucking, am I right Anakin? He may not be granted the rank of master, but that's because he doesn't need to master... you know what - this whole screed just went way too blue.
No one needs star wars dicks. I mean it.
We don't need them.
I swear these are not sponsored posts.
Okay, back to
more serious business involving space wizards and laser swords. Seriously click that last link. I swear it's safe for work. You can thank me later. That guy is amazing.
SPECIAL 2: Determined Assault Deal Physical damage to target enemy, plus bonus damage equal to 10% of the target's Max Health (max 200%) for each turn an enemy has taken during this encounter. This ability starts on cooldown and can't be evaded. All Unaligned Force User allies gain Defense Penetration Up for 3 turns. The weakest other Light Side Unaligned Force User ally recovers 50% Health. Again, this is just better and better for UFUs (which I did originally think was like some kind of anime hot chick thing, like maybe a variation on uwu,
which I still don't fully understand. I'm sorry gang. I'm 44 now and that makes me officially cheugy AF). Also, the damage on this ability ramps up as the enemies take their turns, so that's good, I guess? Cere's team is NOT about that TM train. Instead, it's more about getting absolutely shit on and then turning around and playing the uno reverse card on a motherfucker. I sure hope it works!
UNIQUE 1: Unity Through Adversity At the start of battle, Cere gains 20% Tenacity for each Dark Side Unaligned Force User ally, 20% Max Protection for each other Light Side Unaligned Force User ally, and 20% Defense for each Jedi ally. If all allies are Dark Side or Light Side Unaligned Force Users and there are no Galactic Legend allies at the start of battle: At the end of each of her turns, Cere's cooldowns are increased by 1. Whenever an enemy takes a turn, her cooldowns are decreased by 1. Oh look, Jedi do something again.
NO ONE CARES, CG. I swear to god Zareth is gonna make up some sick fucking team that's just Cere and like 4 jedi and it's gonna stomp the shit out of the entire world and I'm going to look like a giant ass clown but until that happens, I'm dying on the hill that Jedi are worthless on this team and CG needs to stop trying to make "fetch" a thing. All the first half of this really says is Cere is tough to kill if her allies are UFUs.
I'm sorry, I can't say UFU without thinking of
adorable anime star wars.
In the second half of this ability, things get really interesting. If
everyone on your team is a
UFU, then Cere's abilities do weird shit. Namely, her abilities don't lose cooldown when she takes a turn, but instead only lose cooldown when
enemies take their turns. Cere's entire kit is set up so that enemies take lots of turns and Cere takes very few, so this is a net win that should ideally result in every one of Cere's abilities being usable every time she takes a turn!
LEADER: Rekindle (Zeta, Omicron) All allies have +20% Defense, Max Health, and Max Protection, doubled for Unaligned Force User allies. At the start of each encounter, all Unaligned Force User and Jedi allies gain Protection Up (50%) and Tenacity Up for 2 turns. If all allies are Dark Side or Light Side Unaligned Force Users and there are no Galactic Legend allies at the start of battle: Until an ally takes their first turn, whenever an enemy starts their turn, all Unaligned Force User allies gain 5% Critical Chance, Critical Damage, and Offense (stacking) until the end of battle. While allies have Accuracy Up, they have +50% Critical Damage. All other Unaligned Force User allies gain 5% Turn Meter whenever another Unaligned Force User ally takes damage from an enemy. Cere does something for non-UFU characters, but does
WAY MORE OF IT for UFUs!!! And that way more is health, protection, and defense.
Also CG is still trying to make fetch a thing. As before, Part 2 is where blonde haired, blue eyed, baby jesus says "now this is podracing" (
1 Samuel 28:7)! What this means is that your
UFUs gain bonus stats every time an enemy goes before the first one of them. Okay, that sounds confusing. It's like this: Enemy turns before your first turn are all stat multipliers for all of your guys. So if the enemy goes 1 time and then you go, your whole team gets +5% crit chance, crit damage, and offense. But if the enemy goes, say, 20 times before your first guy goes, then your whole team gets +100% crit chance, crit damage, and offense. And if the enemy goes
50 times before your first guy goes... you lose the fight because you're fucking dead.
I'm very curious to see how this works out in real play.
While in Grand Arenas: If all allies are Dark Side or Light Side Unaligned Force Users and there are no Galactic Legend allies at the start of battle: All allies gain 30% Max Health and Max Protection and are immune to Ability Block and Daze. At the start of each encounter, all Unaligned Force User and Jedi allies gain Protection Up (75%) instead. For each instance of damage any Unaligned Force User ally deals to an enemy, they gain 10% Offense (stacking) for 2 turns. Until an ally takes their first turn, whenever an enemy starts their turn all Unaligned Force User allies gain an additional 10% Critical Chance, Critical Damage, and Offense (stacking) until the end of battle. Whenever an ally dispels a debuff, they recover 15% Health and Protection and gain Advantage for 2 turns. Whenever an ally dispels a buff, they recover 15% Health and Protection and at the end of their turn, they gain Foresight for 2 turns. Holy fuck why is there more?
Okay, I read it all, and this just makes your
UFUs go "brrrr." There's not really anything you need to know or do differently from if you didn't have that omicron text. It's good though. Probably worth getting for GAC.
Seriously that guy Derek Laufman's art is outstanding. Props, dude. Dave Chappelle would definitely fuck his couch.
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if you missed it, here's my translation of Cal Kestis' kit:
https://www.reddit.com/SWGalaxyOfHeroes/comments/11lcb2k/near_as_i_can_tell_cal_kestis_kit_reveal/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3 I am 32 and never been social, I guess because of my upbringing (as a child/teen I was not allowed to have friends... but that's a story for another time). I am very introverted and I have issues connecting with others, not sure why. I admit that I am quick at finding traits in people that annoy me to the point that I cannot stand them, but I think I am starting to get better at this and I am becoming more tolerant. It is still a work in progress though.
My issues is that I do not have good conversation skills or better, I am not good at small talk. People are not shy in telling me that I am very quiet and antisocial and it hurts, cause obviously I would love to connect like everybody else.
I am good at listening other people... but keeping the conversation on is tough. I don't know what to talk about and I freeze when I need to share stuff about myself, cause I don't think I have anything interesting to say and I don't believe others do as well. Like, if a colleague tells me how it was frustrating to go shopping cause she couldn't find any nice outfit to buy, all I wonder is... why is she telling me this and who cares? Or when another colleague is letting me know how she went for a laser hair removal session and surprisingly she didn't find it painful, then goes to show me the after pictures... I am like... why are we talking about this? We are at a point where I feel like there might be something wrong with me and I should get tested for autism or something like that.
Well, I was really bad at reacting before, I would just stay there and awkwardly nod or say "Oh, really? I am sorry" and that was it. However, I think I improved in the last few years after somebody pointed out that I was not reacting at all and it made her feel uncomfortable lol
But I am still at a point where I am not someone's first choice when they want to have a chat... well, that's what I can notice it in the office. It hurts, but I can't seem to make any improvements, I can't especially bring myself to share trivial daily stuff that happen to me... so I am mostly quiet during conversations and simply react to other people's stories. I am known as "the quiet one" and I feel sad when everyone is lovingly chatting, but I am sitting still in my desk trying to figure out how to connect with other people.
Is there anyone else that can relate and what can I do?
This post is all over the place and written in a broken English, sorry!
I started hrt recently and only then, thinking about hair removal it appeared to me that I have hair on my areolas (skin surrounding nipples). Only about a dozen on each. I expect general body hair to decrease on hrt but that hair is dark and quite hard and rough. Is laser removal viable here before my breasts develop?
Thank you for any responses in advance.