Given that we have people (roughly speaking) from upwards of twenty completely disparate worlds with widely varying skillsets and abilities, it's deeply upsetting that nobody's stepped up to demonstrate their capability to utterly destroy another human being via. Laser technology, or something. Another human being substitutable in this case for another sentient being or cardboard cutout.
In other words, as amazing as crossbows are, I'd like to know the ins and outs of. [Heh.] Everything else. Astonish and amaze me.
. . . I'll also allow for talents that have nothing to do with bodily harm, but they'd have to be very impressive.
private } emperor
Question.
spam } open
[The CES gives her a weird toss-up of things most of the time; she's only seen vaguely recognizable landscape once or twice, once walking with Polly and the other time just after Silent Hill. Not that she cares much. Home's a state of mind, or something equally pat.]
[Today she finds herself at a choppy beach, recognizable to people who know much at all about American geography (i.e., not her) as northern Maine. The water's familiar and yet not. She finds herself missing things that she's never actually known - the sea and knowing it, her soul and speaking to it.]
[After walking on the beach a while, she gets restless and starts to run. And after a while she's running too fast for the human eye to follow, up and down the rocky shore until she slows to a jog again, throws her shoes off, and wades knees-deep into the water.]
In other words, as amazing as crossbows are, I'd like to know the ins and outs of. [Heh.] Everything else. Astonish and amaze me.
. . . I'll also allow for talents that have nothing to do with bodily harm, but they'd have to be very impressive.
private } emperor
Question.
spam } open
[The CES gives her a weird toss-up of things most of the time; she's only seen vaguely recognizable landscape once or twice, once walking with Polly and the other time just after Silent Hill. Not that she cares much. Home's a state of mind, or something equally pat.]
[Today she finds herself at a choppy beach, recognizable to people who know much at all about American geography (i.e., not her) as northern Maine. The water's familiar and yet not. She finds herself missing things that she's never actually known - the sea and knowing it, her soul and speaking to it.]
[After walking on the beach a while, she gets restless and starts to run. And after a while she's running too fast for the human eye to follow, up and down the rocky shore until she slows to a jog again, throws her shoes off, and wades knees-deep into the water.]
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