DualJay

After more testing, Berzerker is epic, Command impossible to level, and sharpshooter OP. Off to do some support.

Step it up.

also lol oneshot patriarch

Got it. So maybe pack AK + Lever then use for their respective distance? And lever on husks/scrakes/pounds? Then sell all of that for the M99 when the patriarch comes.

I hate the "best gamers". Also, I think I may have been using my personal favorite bullpup/AK + lever action.

Sure it's not a plugin?

Don't think so, I leveled up a sharper when using AK. But I may have had sharpshooter gun I picked up...

I figured that out pretty quick. But still, it lets me level my sharpshooter no problem, so I might as well.

And we're BACK! So, from what little gameplay I've gotten as com/sharp, I think I'll be playing a lot of commando and going for dem headshots to level sharp up to.

man u gotta be sure to mak her dotter thin n pritty

She said it right out because Cube/Jay would know she was lying and that she was a hit(wo)man, which is not something she wanted Byron to know. He's the police commissioner, remember?

So, spoiler2. Gottit.

Probably not.

3abusable5me Perhaps limited to new users?

Book 1 Part 1 Chapter 3 [spoiler2]The Shipper’s Keep Ah, the Shipper’s Keep. Finest romantic restaurant in all of SPUF. Affordable - if you can get a reservation. And, currently, the focus of a small army of reporters and dozens of emergency personnel. “Everyone, back off!” Benjamin Huff barked. He was SPUF’s resident billionaire philanthropist (he inherited it) and husband of Nici Huff, was not a man to be trifled with when his wife’s well-being was under threat. Which, at least to his mind, it was. A shell-shocked Nici was being crowded by reporters, as she struggled to wipe away tears while processing the blitzkrieg of questions. “I said BACK OFF!” The reporters fell back under Huff’s rare but potent scowling glare - or was it glaring scowl? Four meters away, subtle psychic emanations radiated out from Octavius Cube, who was standing, one arm around Cavera’s shoulders. “I manage to get a reservation, and this happens!” One meter away stood Byron Aery, commissioner of SPUF PD. “Can anyone tell me what happened? Anyone? Cube, maybe?” “Umm, well, a naked man attacked. Like,” Cube paused, then lowered his voice, “well, he was, ya know, hard, and he went for Nici and-” “Catherine. Please to meet you, Mr. Aery.” “Evening... Catherine. You seem to be taking this well.” She blushed, not totally sure why, and said “I didn’t really see much of anything. And I knew it couldn’t hurt me when Octavius was here.” “But-” “What else did you see?” “Not much, really. Didn’t have time to. Huff sent him running in no time.” “Alright,” Byron raised his voice, “clean this place up, people! And get me a DNA trace on our attacker.” ************************** Rammite’s House Razack Puttin lounged in his chair. Several other SPUFers stood or sat - though Raz had taken the most comfortable spot. “So, did the witnesses think our assailant was planning to rape Nici and Catherine on the spot?” After flipping through his notebook, Rammite replied, “No, he went to ‘carry them off’.” “And did he look capable of ‘carrying off’ two women in their prime?” queried Byron. “Yes.” “Then the next question is,” Cube began, “why?” “Jay says, judging by the blood traces, that it had been modified by a biosorcerer.” Jay glanced up from the file he was reading. “It was. But still, why? Not to kill any of those SPUFers - I doubt it could have, if it was beaten so easily.” “Could it have taken them?” “Maybe. But not with Cube or Huff there.” Binary cleared his throat, and said, “I can guess why. According to witnesses, it had an erection, was naked, and was targeting the women. What did the two women it went after have in common?” “Green eyes?” “Mrs. Huff has blue eyes, so no. They had both been touched by the SPUFPower.” “SPUFPower?” Raz asked. “A strange, mysterious force that touches certain SPUFers, and causes their power to increase dramatically. Everyone in this room has been touched by the SPUFPower. Everyone here is a SubSPUFer - called so because the SPUFPower is at least similar to deep magic.” “So it went after SubSPUF women...” Cube trailed off. “I think to kidnap then impregnate them with SPUFPowered babies for use by... whoever is creating these things. Is that possible, Jay?” “Not sure, but I think so. I mean, I don’t see why not. But, whoever this modified being is, it would have to have been a SubSPUFer.” “I’ll have someone check, see if we can find out who it is. Got a list of known SubSPUFers, Byron?” Rammite asked. “I’ll send it to you. And send out an alert to all SPUFPowered women that they may be in danger.” Raz put down his coffee. “I’ll write it.” ************************** Unknown Laboratory “Insufficient.” The small man clad in black glared at the freak he had created. “Not enough.” Two cuts, implant, stitch. Extract, patch. The thing that had once been Brendan Beckman, a SPUFer SWAT trooper, remained still. On another table lay a semi-featureless thing which might have once been 4channer. It was also still. “I need something stronger!” If only the SubSPUFer he’d kidnapped had been more powerful. If only he’d been able to make him fast enough to avoid the damn brony! Slam! The stainless steel operating table groaned under his fist. An idea began to take shape. What if he could take Octavius Cube? What could he do with a telepath? Surely, a telepath could get past Huff. Octavius and Cavera were now involved, so if he could get one, he could get the other. In the meantime, cut, stitch, stitch, extract. The black-clad man grinned inside. ************************** Rammite's House The lean, once-4channer slipped in the window soundlessly. Into the living room, the very heart of the two-story house. It took the package off of its back, placed it down, and pulled the cord. Tick tick tick tick. The nigh-mindless freak could understand that. Ticking meant good, good meant leave. It retreated, closing the window behind it, leaving the now-empty house behind, not understanding that the bomb was meant for SPUFers who had left an hour ago. A car door slammed. Rammite was locking his car when the bomb went off. His house, no more than five meters away, burst into flame, windows shattering outwards and some of the walls bursting like Jericho. “My HOUSE!”[/spoiler2]

New chapter today or tomorrow. I spoil all of you.

Killing floor has full mac support.

Don't expect accurate portrayals of yourself, btw.

Umm, damn. I've been pretty busy. You shouldn't let Ted pressure you like that, Pinky.

Woah, did you change your font?

What does it say? JIC it does restart:

TL;DW

Book 1 Part 1 Chapter 2 [spoiler2]Binary’s Office A rapid eight-tap sequence came from the door. “Who’s there?” “Cube & Dual’s Supernatural Consulting,” came a slightly muffled but nonetheless rich and warm voice, quickly followed by a muffled actually Dual & Cube’s. “Hold on, the door’s lock-” With a click, the door swung open before Byron was halfway out of his chair. Octavius Cube strode in looking surprisingly good in white khakis and a polo shirt. Right behind him, in worn, dust-gray clothes, came Jason Dual. They both sat down. “What is it,” Octavius queried, “that you need help with? Nevermind, I already know.” Rammite was mumbling something about ham snuck up side kicks when Jason cleared his throat. “Umm, we’ll need more than we usually charge. For... supplies and stuff.” “Seems legit.” “Because it is. We need to hire an extra for some stuff.” “Last time you said that, you ended up hiring the murderer.” “Deliberately! To keep an eye on him!” “Which is why he nearly killed both of us and you two.” The two consultants looked at each other in a way that implied some sort of subtle communication. Hell, Cube was a telepath, there probably was a psychic conversation going on. Finally, Cube mumbled, “Fair enough. I guess.” “Fine. Standard contract, we’ll have it sent to your office, yadda yadda ya. What are we up against?” Jay stood and started pacing. “ A biosorcerer, I think.” “A what?” “Grim surgeon, stitchwalker, snipstep, skinblade, whatever. They have a weird sort of power - they can do things through a surgery-like process. Things like brainwashing, or stealing souls, or giving fire-breath, or creating monsters - which is what our kidnapper does to make his killers. It’s an old, insane power of cuts and stitches. I’ve done some reading - there’s quite a lot they can do besides that.” “How many SPUFers do you know of that are familiar with this art?” “As far as I’m aware... That know it exists? Maybe two dozen. That can do it to some degree? Just one.” “Who?” “Well, he can’t do stuff like creating monsters and stuff, or editing memories, but...” Binary stopped him with a glare. “Who?” “It may or may not be me. Look, I’ve been learning for a while, but I’ve never had the chance to work on a person so I couldn’t just-” “Jay.” “Yeah?” “Not another word.” “Well-” “Not. Another. Word. Just do your job and let us do ours. Got it?” The two so-called experts nodded in unison. ************************** Office of Dual & Cube’s Supernatural Consulting “What the hell are you doing?” This query was in response to Dual’s current position: lying on the ground, eyes wide open, scalpels poised for a self-operation. “You are not about to cut your eyes open in my office!” “I pay fifty percent of the rent. So it’s my office too.” “That doesn’t mean you can get us kicked out by ruining the carpet with eye juice!” “It’s called vitreous-” “I don’t give a damn! Operate on yourself somewhere else.” Grumbling, Jay got up. He paused as he was heading into the break room. “Someone’s coming.” “I know.” “Nobody ever comes to our office. They always call.” “I know.” “Can you hear their thoughts?” “Shielded.” “Want a gun?” “Got one.” The bell rang, announcing the entrance of a stunning young woman in - a maid outfit? She was short, about Jay’s height. Her skirt was exceedingly short, showing smooth, perfectly tanned skin. She sized up both of them with her aqua-green eyes, framed by short, dirty-blonde hair. Sparing a glance at the surgical instruments and the P250 in Jay’s hands, she turned to Cube. “Evening, gentleman - and Jason. My name is Cavera Seventa - but you can call me Vera.” Cube was putting together a greeting when Dual spoke. “Watch yourself, Cube. She’s one of the Don’s assassins, the one with that bloodlust spirit, Pinkskaya.” “She’s also a potential customer, Jay.” “Aren’t you a clever one, ‘Jay’? Now, Octavius. The Don wants to hire you.” Having gathered his thoughts, Cube spoke, “We’ve already got a job... but I’m-” “It won’t conflict. Same job - he’s offering an added incentive and help if you need it. Lenny was part of the family.” “Oh, ok. But, um...” “The Mods won’t mind, I’m sure.” With a disgusted snort, Jay left the room, grabbing a hypodermic needle on his way out. “Don’t mind him,” Cube said hurriedly, “listen - maybe we should sort this out over dinner.” ************************** Streets of SPUF City Sirens silent, Rammite blazed down the road in his squad car with Ryan Jihn, his deputy. He was half-thankful for the late hour and low traffic, while the other half was mostly just tired. “Please turn left in three meters.” Rammite cursed as he whipped the wheel to the side. “Why in hell doesn’t it give you more warning?!” Ryan remained silent, and was looking rather sick from all the sudden turns the GPS had sent them on. “Recalculating...” “No. Just no.” “Please make a U-turn as soon as possible.” ************************** Ghetto of SPUF City A phone call and some directions from Byron later, they arrived at the scene of the crime. Or rather, attempted crime. They were in the slums, and had arrived much later than - well, all the other emergency services that came. There was a disfigured humanoid thing secured to a fire hydrant and an extremely drunk man being interviewed by a detective who must’ve had a better GPS. Several reporters were making constant use of flash photography, which was enraging the chained thing. “First of all, get those reporters to stop taking pictures. Second of all,” Rammite paused, not really sure what he had coming next, then continued, “will someone tell me exactly what happened?” The detective looked up, and spoke, “we don’t really know. All we gotten outta this guy is that ‘the f---er jumped me in my room so I took him outside’. He seems to be heavily inebriated, and from what his neighbors are saying he’s some kind of ‘drunken master’.” A small man clad in dust grey appeared next to Rammite. “Can I get a closer look at the specimen?” “Don’t do that!” “Sorry, now can I get closer?” “Be my guest,” the chief muttered. “Let’s see... okay, write this down: specimen is was previously ‘Lenny Tooka’, specimen displays cross stitching on torso and limbs, top of skull appears to be held on with standard non-reflective black duct tape, one eye is severely damage and undergoing decay, smells of car exhaust.” “It does?” “Yeah. Whoever did it must’ve change the scent somehow. To cover it up and stuff. Car exhaust was probably the best option easily available. Carrying on: specimen appears to have sustained fresh damage from a blunt weapon - thanks to our drunk friend, no doubt - and some older damage from both bladed and blunt weapons. Blood clot on side of neck may be from a bullet graze.” “There was a sighting last night, and some shots were fired at it.” “Really?” “Yeah. Some PI you are.” “I’m a consultant.” “Speaking of the devil, where is Cube?” “Don’t even talk to me about him.” Rammite’s cell phone rang. “Hold on, it’s Byron. Hello?” A vague chatter came from Rammite’s phone. “We’re on our way.” Rammite hung up, and turned to his car, only to find Jay already starting it. “Get in!” Dual yelled at him. “It’s my car, I don’t need permission!”[/spoiler2]

IF YOU DON'T HAVE IT, GET IT I need more people to bother about it and play with when I can.