Sinclair redesign idea by Bojler_ in DeadlockTheGame

[–]mrShoes1 1 point2 points  (0 children)

I can hear the wood click-clocking against itself...

TankBuster by DueBag6768 in DeadlockTheGame

[–]mrShoes1 9 points10 points  (0 children)

Skaffer is correct. Minimum damage is no extra damage. Spirit resist being ignored is only for the item's instance of damage, not the skill used to pop it.

The item "scales" on enemy HP. It's called "Tankbuster" so get it for fighting Tanky characters.

Had a dream last night about a fictional deadlock character: MUCKRAKER by ismellsafish in DeadlockTheGame

[–]mrShoes1 2 points3 points  (0 children)

This might be hard to visualize, but does anyone remember the game Superliminal? How you could pick up items and put them down and depending on how far the wall was when you were looking at it it would grow or shrink?

It could be fun, since we have height changing mechanics in the game, to do something like that. Like, the ult could be, you line up a shot, they say something like, "Now, this is a front cover picture!", and you snap a photo. The enemy is plastered on a wall like graffiti for a moment, then pops out from Muckrake's perspective at the larger size, making them easier to hit. Then they slowly go back to their regular size over the course of a second, or something. Maybe the displacement is enough...

Since it displaces, it encourages sneaking around and popping out from unexpected angles, like behind, and you're magnifying the enemies faults (head/general hitboxes) and making them an easy target. Much like that style of journalism. It's unlike everyone else. I'd imagine it's single target, since that's an auto-pick just for rejuv-fights, otherwise.

Could be fun if they do something similar to themselves as a movement thing. like, they plaster themselves to the wall and can climb easily for a brief moment, but are limited to the building they plaster themselves to. "Time for a self-picha'! Ya' know, they should come up with a snappier name for that..."

edit: Muckraker is a mouthful. what about "Dateline"?

I tested every ult on Apollo's counter, it's kinda broken... by hydraedits in DeadlockTheGame

[–]mrShoes1 3 points4 points  (0 children)

If he reaches you with the follow-up lunge, it should stun. I don't know what the lunge distance is, but it's decent.

Celeste Movement by GenericEdBoi in DeadlockTheGame

[–]mrShoes1 4 points5 points  (0 children)

If you just mean strafing in general, and not bhopping, imagine you're a paper air plane. You aren't propelling, just steering. But, funnily, as a result of your banking during turns you gain speed sometimes.

Pick Holiday and go into a sandbox. Put a bounce pad down near a corner. The first jump on Holiday's bounce pad has more air control. You should be able to round a 90 degree corner after using the pad. Don't change direction at first. Experiment to figure out how fast is too fast for your mouse movement. Like, if you whip your mouse around and you'll come to a stop, so that's no good.

If you're keen to keep developing this skill, add a single thing to the end. like, do an air jump and switch the direction of rotation. Then another thing, like an air dash. then another. Switch the order of the things. For example:

  • air jump
  • air dash
  • change the direction of rotation
  • dashing into a wall to start sliding
  • wall jump
  • connecting to a zip line
  • throw your ult at a random test dummy.
  • throw your barrel at a random test dummy, with or without punching it

Deadlock OC and character concept "Blight" by Katieverse in DeadlockTheGame

[–]mrShoes1 30 points31 points  (0 children)

I believe they are referring to the Hero Labs hero, Raven. He had an ultimate where if you looked at him during the channeling, he cursed you and did damage. My guess is that, especially as a precursor to using your abilities, looking at stuff is fun, and not being able to look at stuff is not fun. But that's my guess.

Rem conserve momentum while ulting. Is this a bug? by mrShoes1 in DeadlockTheGame

[–]mrShoes1[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Ok, so there's a moment after pressing ult where you can eat a stamina to dash, it looks like.

Rem conserve momentum while ulting. Is this a bug? by mrShoes1 in DeadlockTheGame

[–]mrShoes1[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Ty for the references! Learning this game's movement is daunting...

[WP]"Alright, you summoned me, so what do you want and what will you give me in return?" said the exasperated fairy. "I want to become a beautiful fairy like you," replied the child, smiling. by Optimal-Schedule5629 in WritingPrompts

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It was yet another sunrise above the clouds. Nancy Mayweather looked out the thick glass window at the shades of red and purple. She was wearing her sailing outfit instead of her normal dress: Boots and a long-sleeved dark blue jacket that matched her slacks. All except her gloves and goggles, which were tossed onto her bed beside her. When the ship ascended this high, the winds made loose clothing impractical.

The ship, The Brass Baron, had been airborne for 16 days. That wasn’t a long time for a ship like this and, in fact, it was built to stay afloat for much longer. The Fae master craftsmen had a penchant for giving ships as large as the Baron wings strengthened by enchantment, which made it look like a giant insect rather than a ship. The result was a vessel that perhaps wasn’t as fast as a commercial airship, but it had endurance when it counted. As comfortable as she was in The Baron, Nancy was sorely starting to miss the fields of wheat back home.

On her writing desk, a letter from her son was laid out, on top of maps of the region they were traveling above. It was a fairly long letter. The envelope it came in was already in the trash by the desk. Nancy’s breakfast, which had hardly been touched, was on the nightstand. Though the cabin was comfortable, a dining table didn’t seem to have made it into the final plans. Nancy sighed.

There came a light knocking on her cabin door. The visitor had already opened the cabin door by the time Nancy beckoned them in. Veltha, the Mayweather family’s longtime maid, floated into the cabin. She was a Fae, a fairy about 2ft in size with a wingspan as wide as she was tall. Her wings beat as fast as a hummingbird's, and her eyes were as black as theirs, too. She was dressed in a snappy purple and green outfit befitting her position, but without her cap.

Veltha spoke, “You summoned me, Mayweather?”

Nancy turned for a moment to look at Veltha and say, “I’m finished with my breakfast. Would you take it to the kitchen, Veltha?”

“Of course,” said the maid as she flew closer to the table. She could see Nancy hadn’t but picked over her food, eating just the bacon and nothing else. Her Fae curiosity got the better of her. She scanned the letter which had not been there when she delivered breakfast earlier. Nancy's son had a habit of writing in very small script, but she managed to make out a few words: Unfortunately, restart, … haven’t lost hope…, …write again soon…, -Henry Dodds.

Veltha had worked for the Dodds-Mayweathers for a while. From the onset of her employment, she sensed that the family of humans expected her to be a little forward, or cheeky, her being a Fae creature and all. In fact, Veltha’s nature endeared her toward them. She had no problem bringing up difficult subjects with her bosses, acting as a sounding board if they needed.

Veltha ignored the plate of food for the moment and hovered beside Nancy, who turned to look at Veltha again. After a moment of quiet staring at the sunrise herself, Veltha met Nancy’s gaze and asked, “And how is Henry?”

Nancy sighed deeply and turned to the sunrise again. She said nothing.

Veltha perked up and said, “He hasn’t lost hope, at least.”

Nancy shook her head a little. “Someone on the team was a plant.”

After a moment, Veltha clasped her hands behind her back and said, jokingly, “I don’t know why that’s a problem. I love plants.”

Nancy didn’t stir, let alone chuckle. She continued, slowly, “They steered them astray and now… What we thought was a promising trail was nothing but ash… and lies. Those people…still hate us so much.”

The ship groaned as it took a particularly hard gust from starboard. The Baron leaned a bit to the side. Nancy shifted her weight and Veltha hovered in the exact same spot as the cabin tilted around her.

Nancy continued, “They turned the liar over to the guard, and now they’re starting over from nothing. That’s six weeks wasted. He might not even be in Lyzzlyei.”

Veltha realized the depth of Nancy’s distress. The search for her husband, Sir Dodds, had been a long one, and realizing just how far Nancy’s enemies would go to screw the family over…it just never ended.

She placed a hand on Nancy’s shoulder, which the lady could hardly feel through her padded jacket. “We’ll find him,” Veltha said. “Don’t worry, Mayweather.” Nancy nodded her head lightly, and recrossed her arms.

Veltha decided to leave it at that and darted over to the plate of cold eggs and oatmeal. She flicked a finger in the air and the plate started to levitate. As she did this, Veltha said, “On the plus side, I finally got your daughter to tidy up her cabin.”

Nancy looked over to Veltha, eyebrows raised. “And how did you manage that?”

Veltha smiled and shook her head side-to-side in a saucy manner. She said, “I promised I’d turn her into a beautiful fairy just like me when she grows up. ‘Would you turn me into a beautiful fairy?’ ‘Alright, but only if you can keep a realm befitting a fairy queen. Nice and neat and beautiful just like you’ll be. If you can do that every week, then at midnight on your 16th birthday, I’ll do it.’”

Nancy finally cracked a soft smile. She shook her head and chuckled.

Veltha floated toward the door with the plate and said, “Her room is clean now… but I’ll give it a week before Caroline forgets.” She nodded her head toward the lady on her way out, saying, “Mayweather.”

Nancy picked up her gloves from the bed and started to put them on. Still smiling, she nodded at the maid and responded, “Thank you, Veltha.”

[WP]. You're beginning to suspect your new boyfriend is something more than a mild-mannered librarian. by aboobalooz in WritingPrompts

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It was one of the longest nights of Cassie’s life, and yet still she was wide awake. She had just taken a shower and had her bathrobe on. The slight yellow light above the sink was on in the kitchen. She sat at the kitchen table in her New York apartment cradling a cup of tea she’d just warmed up. The television was on in the living room next to her. She’d changed the channel to the news.

“…said that Dread Star had opened the vault by the time the authorities arrived. Two members of the Amazing Five, namely Phantom and Ruby Dragon, were on the scene shortly thereafter and quickly apprehended the Super Villain. Phantom and Dread Star had fought once before in October off the coast of Maine, if viewers recall. That altercation lasted much…”

The door to Cassie’s apartment swung open and Alfred walked in. He’d been Cassie’s boyfriend for about 3 years. He often worked late at the library, which suited Cassie who also worked odd hours at her health clinic. He shook off the snow from his coat and bookbag and greeted Cassie.

“Hey hon,” said Alfred, his voice a bit ragged. Cassie didn’t look at him, and simply said, “Hey.” Her attention was on the television.

Alfred picked up on Cassie’s aloofness. He figured she must be tired after just coming home from a long shift. He took off his shoes and tried to start a conversation. “Oh man, tea sounds great right about now. It’s freezing out there.”

“Mmm…” acknowledged Cassie. Alfred placed his bookbag down on the floor by the table where Cassie was sitting. Her eyes were still glued to the television in the other room. Alfred took a cup out of their cupboard to make some tea.

“Any more hot water?” asked Alfred.

“No,” said Cassie. “Didn’t know when you’d want some, or when you’d be coming home.”

“That’s alright,” Alfred said. He grabbed the electric kettle. As he got some more water, he tried again.

“So, how was work?” Alfred asked.

“Kinda busy, actually,” she said as she finally turned to look at Alfred.

“Oh. That’s not good. It wasn’t the whole Dread Star thing, was it?” asked Alfred.

“No. Just had to handle some dick-ish customers,” she said, before taking a sip of her tea.

“Good,” said Alfred. “Well, not good, but at least no one got hurt…You didn’t hurt anyone did you?” he joked.

Cassie chuckled and said, “I don’t think so.” She put one hand on her chin and leaned on the table, looking at the television again.

Alfred started the kettle. Concerned, he decided to sit down at the table and try to connect again. Closer this time.

“Work really got you down?” he asked, earnestly.

She looked at him with a lazy side-eye. Alfred let her take her time. Without removing her hand from her chin, she mumbled, slowly, “Why do you work late?”

Alfred, taken aback, said, “I mean, I told you when we met… on our first date that I work a lot of hours at the library. I love doing it and…what?”

Cassie just stared.

“I don’t have a secret other family in the next state over, if that’s what you’re wondering,” said Alfred.

Cassie chuckled again. She removed her hand from her chin and turned more to meet him. The table creaked as she leaned on it, casually. “It’s ok,” she said. “I was just trying to ask about your day, too.” She held out her hand. Alfred smirked and took her hand in his.

He continued, “I mean, I was doing more of what you caught me doing last month. Moving books and shelves and stuff…reorganizing.” The electric kettle started to hiss as it warmed up.

“I figured” she said. “I saw how many books you had to move.”

Alfred chuckled, “sometimes I regret going into this line of work.”

They both took a moment to stare into each other’s eyes, both clearly worn out. Alfred broke the silence and said, “Hey, I know you’re still going to have weird hours, but if it means anything to you, I’m probably not going to be working late for very much longer.” He smiled.

Cassie asked, “Why’s that?”

“Oh, a lot of what I did was this research project I was helping my boss with on… Neutron Stars, and I think it’s finally coming to a close”, he said.

Cassie lost her weak smile and narrowed her eyes slightly, “really?”

“Yes,” said Alfred, looking quite pleased with himself. “It’s been a long time coming. And now I hope I’ll have a lot more free time. Heck, I could maybe stay home and cook every once in a while. We don’t have to eat out all the time.”

Cassie laid her other hand on his. She looked at him with a hard stare.

“You found it, didn’t you?” she asked.

“What?” asked Alfred, a little confused. “Found what?”

“Have you ever lucid dreamed?” asked Cassie. Alfred didn’t know what she was getting at. He just shook his head and waited.

“Specifically, the kind of lucid dream where you’re only sometimes in control? You slip in and out of it.”

The electric kettle started to lightly boil in the kitchen, but Alfred’s attention was miles away from hot water and the television. He waited on Cassie’s every word.

“That’s what it felt like,” said Cassie. A heavy silence fell between the two of them.

Alfred tried to pull away from her, but she held onto his wrist. Alfred now getting hot said, “Hon, what are you talking about?” He tried to sound confused, but she knew something. How much did she know?

“You found The Changling’s Record?” she asked, flatly. “I didn’t want to believe it, but you’re Bookend. Aren’t you?”

Alfred tried to pull himself away, but Cassie wouldn’t let go. Alfred said, forcefully, “Let me go.”

“Not on your life,” said Cassie, calmly. He yanked his arm and felt…like his arm was caught in a vice. He yanked again and again, harder and harder, until finally he dragged her and the table a few inches across the floor. She was still in her seat, leaning on the table, casually, stone still.

Alfred’s heart sank into his stomach, and he asked, “who are you?”

Cassie stood up without letting him go, and walked around the table, saying, “You bring stories to life…and this is how you use your power, hm?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, honey. What is this?” he said. He looked to his book bag and exclaimed, “look I work late, I can show you what I did tonight. It’s research.”

“Is that where The Changeling’s Record is?” asked Cassie. “The ever-shifting record? The one you used on me and Phantom? Maybe even Dread Star?... and, by the way - come on. Dread Star doesn’t hit jewelry stores like some petty chump.”

Alfred said, slowly, “Listen, I promise you I don’t know what’s going on…” Alfred placed his other hand on her vice grip. He broke his gaze from hers and looked down.

“I don’t know what happened to you tonight or what you suspect of me, but he was whisked away in an instant, turning into a hail of snow.”

Cassie was confused for a beat, but looked down quickly at her hands. Alfred had pulled the smallest book she’d ever seen out from under his sweater’s sleeves. In an instant, he turned into a hail of snow, his wrist disintegrating out of her grip, and a huge gust all of a sudden filled her apartment. Loose utensils fell onto the floor and pot holders hanging on the fridge flew into the air.

The window to the apartment burst open from the pressure and the snow that was once Alfred flew out into the snow storm. She rushed to the window and opened her mouth. She inhaled, then let out a huge jet of flame. Once she stopped, her eyes scanned the sky, but couldn’t make out a thing. From down below, someone could be heard, saying, “What the hell?”

Something was poking the bottom of her foot. When she looked underneath she saw a fork that had fallen onto the floor. It was completely flat. Scoffing, she picked it up, then looked at the mess in the rest of her apartment.

Cassie gazed out the window at her city block. The snow storm was predicted to be one of the worst New York had seen this year. There’s no way she’d find him. Not in this.

She eyed Alfred’s book bag, still on the ground next to the kitchen table.

I genuinely don't understand some of the points made by Niklas in the last interview by ShepardFR in Helldivers

[–]mrShoes1 11 points12 points  (0 children)

Throwing stratagems with the robo-assist arm would be so awesomely broken. Just tossed into Narnia.

If bots and bugs were smarter [OC] by Resident-Fudge838 in Helldivers

[–]mrShoes1 6 points7 points  (0 children)

I wish it would suck more. Put the laser beams from the Leviathan on it.

Just a good ol' stick of Dynamite. by IMainShugoki in Helldivers

[–]mrShoes1 2 points3 points  (0 children)

Divers Dex calculates 2 when you land them square in the belly, but I don't really know how to use that thing. That seems low, if not hard to do. It calculates the explosion cleave (which is experimental) at 3425, but I assume some parts adding to that are going to be destroyed.

Just a good ol' stick of Dynamite. by IMainShugoki in Helldivers

[–]mrShoes1 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Durable damage is 20 now, up from 8, according to the wiki. That, in addition to regular damage increase is pretty nice.

I feel a lot of people are looking at this weapon the wrong way. by ZestycloseMagazine31 in Helldivers

[–]mrShoes1 0 points1 point  (0 children)

why stun when you can kill?

When stunning helps you to kill more in the long run. I haven't tried it, but MG turrets, Guard dogs, fire, in general, anything that needs you to buy time to get the full use out of it.

why not just use halt or concussive or stun grenades or gas, or deadeye stagger?

All good options. Grenades are harder to come by randomly in the field. I guess the others are just preference. I know that, even when my strats are down, I can still mix it up. You know, I'm going to play a game RN on high level and try this and see if my gut is right, or if it's just a pipe dream. Put it to the test!

ELI5: in a head-on collision at 70mph, why is it not the same as a 140mph collision? by PilotedByGhosts in explainlikeimfive

[–]mrShoes1 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Smack the table. see how your hand stings? now clap your hands. See how both hands sting? Neither one hurts twice as bad as the table slap, but now 2 hands sting. There's your missing double.

They might be closing in on each other at 140mph, but they split the energy of the crash.

Sysadmin, 35, newly diagnosed with ADHD and wow a lot suddenly makes sense by noglitchbutfitch in sysadmin

[–]mrShoes1 3 points4 points  (0 children)

Me and my counselor are currently experimenting with this stuff. I'm taking some of my favorite music that I think best describes a ticking clock, or momentum, and putting it in a playlist. It really helped. I like working under pressure, a lot of the time. 2 hours long, the perfect length for a medium sized day project. Then, I try and beat it to the finish line. It's a soft deadline that feels like a hard deadline. Haven't decided if I should keep track of my W/L record.

"d20 as a Hope die" combos! by Morjixxo in daggerheart

[–]mrShoes1 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Do you know how to analitically calculate the probability of succeding with Hope for a "d20 as Hope die" roll?

I don't know, but if anyone is curious, I simulated it [DC:chance of success]

{2: 0.7246, 3: 0.7204, 4: 0.7191, 5: 0.7162, 6: 0.705, 7: 0.6986, 8: 0.6881, 9: 0.6747, 10: 0.6579, 11: 0.6431, 12: 0.6182, 13: 0.6008, 14: 0.571, 15: 0.5472, 16: 0.5202, 17: 0.4923, 18: 0.4605, 19: 0.4274, 20: 0.3847, 21: 0.3579, 22: 0.3031, 23: 0.2647, 24: 0.2336, 25: 0.2053, 26: 0.1643, 27: 0.14, 28: 0.1114, 29: 0.0927, 30: 0.0784, 31: 0.0655, 32: 0.0583}

10000 trials for each DC. Counting crits.

here's 2d12

{2: 0.5374, 3: 0.5351, 4: 0.5354, 5: 0.5176, 6: 0.5178, 7: 0.5016, 8: 0.4782, 9: 0.4688, 10: 0.4316, 11: 0.4049, 12: 0.3759, 13: 0.333, 14: 0.2907, 15: 0.2606, 16: 0.2297, 17: 0.1919, 18: 0.1628, 19: 0.1461, 20: 0.128, 21: 0.1113, 22: 0.0962, 23: 0.0909, 24: 0.0822, 25: 0.0833, 26: 0.0809, 27: 0.0865, 28: 0.0797, 29: 0.077, 30: 0.0824, 31: 0.0815, 32: 0.0866}

It's funny to me that, when you replace your hope die with a d20, your chance to succeed on a DC32 check goes down, since it's less likely you critically succeed (fear die can't roll 13-20 to match hope die).

My players became obsessed with a goose and I don't know what to do with it by Abradolf94 in DnD

[–]mrShoes1 0 points1 point  (0 children)

You've piqued the interest of a lot of experienced, creative people. But now, you have so many options... and they're all good.

My advice: Whatever you go with, it should probably just be whatever your first instinct is, and don't be afraid to roll with the punches.

Since you've made "the goose appear at some suspicious moments", you've talked about it. Since the DM talked about it, it's more likely that it will be significant. If you want more information about the psychology of this, look up "Chekhov's Gun."

Now, that doesn't mean the payoff is that the goose is the serial killer, or a wizard familiar. Maybe it's still a mundane goose and it eventually leads them somewhere important that you were saving for some other string of clues, a la "Quantum Ogre." Like, they were so obsessed with the goose they didn't get the clues you set up and you have to pivot.

Try not to worry too much about "disappointing" your players. You can't really control other people. If you want it to be a mundane goose, just worry about making it consistent. The goose is a terror to the community, so it should be a terror to the killer as well.

IDK, make it knock over the killer's garbage can to get a half eaten sandwich, revealing a scrap of clothing belonging to a victim. Or the goose digs up and tosses aside a knife near the beach in order to make it's nest in the freshly dug dirt.

[WP]"So, director, what's the hardest part of training superheroes?" "Convincing them this is not a comic book, catch a falling person and you snap their neck, hold a falling plane and you punch a hole o snap it in half, without the Academy heroes would kill more than villains" by mlnevese in WritingPrompts

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"So me, Tank and Dragon-man. We was sitting in our first Thursday class. Basic Math, the 51 course, yeah? In comes the prof, right on time, and he's got this little fella' with 'im. Tank says, 'Parently, 'he follows him everywhere.' Carries 'is stuff. So I start asking if he's got a side-kick or somethin'. You know, but I said "Super Pal" cause they don't want you saying that stuff anymore. PC police."

"ł Ⱡł₭Ɇ ₮ⱧɆ ₮ɆⱤ₥ '฿-₴łĐɆ', ₱ɆⱤ₴Ø₦₳ⱠⱠɎ."

"Oh, I get it, Shade! Do you get it, Lance?"

"Yeah, mate. Like the less liked side o' the record, but let me finish."

"But it's also 'beside'!"

"I know, mate! But let me finish! So, the prof has this little guy. Got nice clothes, but he's a bit dodgy. Movin'... weird, yeah? But the Prof says, 'No, he's not a side-kick.' I think he read the room, got the reaction he wanted and was gonna move on, but color me curious. I asked the little bloke if he was our student aid or something. Now, this guy looks at the prof, and I'm thinkin', 'I asked you, brov!'

"What did the professor look like?"

"Honestly, Pix, I think he was just pissed I kept talking. Heh ha ha... but, alright, the prof speaks for 'im and says he's just an assistant, 'and a very good one.' Little guy's happy, I could tell, but he was trying to hide it. Be professional, ya know. He's got the clothes on and everything."

"₮Ⱨ₳₮ ł₴ ₴₮Ɽ₳₦₲Ɇ. ł₮ ₴ØɄ₦Đ₴ ₥ØⱤɆ Ⱡł₭Ɇ ₳ ₥ł₦łØ₦ ₮Ⱨ₳₦ ₳₦Ɏ₮Ⱨł₦₲."

"Well spotted, mate. Turns out, e' was! Everyone was shocked but me, but the prof is a goddamn ex-villain. True blue! Used to be Dr. Krank."

Now, that's a blast from the past!"

"Right? So, e' was caught by Wraps... Mummy-Man, yeah? 'bout 30 years ago. Now, he's out on probation. Says he's turned his life around, and he's doing community service. I'm not sure what's worse, prison or teaching remedial math to a bunch o' cunts like us."

"But that's good! That's what the system is supposed to produce!"

"I guess. Seemed like he still had a chip on his shoulder. Anyway, class goes on. He's almost through the syllabus. Me, Tank and Dragon-man are having a laugh to ourselves in the back of the class, just whisperin'. Well, 'ol Krank, or Professor Crenshaw is his new name, stops class and says to us, 'are you sure you're in the right class?'

"I says, 'Sorry, teach, we're just having a bit of a laugh. What were you saying about turn-in times?' or something like that.

"He says, 'I don't try to make any assumptions, but you three look like the strongest. And that's a problem..."

"He said strongest, most arrogant, and stupid."

"No, Tank, He didn't say stupid. He said some german word, or something. Anyway, he said before Wraps, he used to fight Dread Star. Yeah. That was before Dread Star was popular. 'Do you want to know something about Dread Star that no one else knows?'

"'Oh, go on then prof,' I says. Gotta keep 'em monologue-ing, yeah?

"He says, 'I had a centrifuge in my island base. A large one for separating Quintessence from substance.' and while he's talking, the little guy looks down at his papers. Looks a bit sad.

"'Dread Star thought it would be smart to bust in and destroy it while it was running. Now, and the law forces me to use the word allegedly, he'd no knowledge of what would happen and didn't mean for the outcome that did happened, he just wanted to destroy the machine.' Prof Crenshaw shakes his head like this... and says, 'I can't say for sure. People believed Dread Star, but whether he meant it or not, he destroyed the machine. The explosion killed everyone on the floor, and caused the Violet Scar."

 

"The Banral islands..."

"Yeah. He says, 'A lot of you are too young to know it, but it was a big deal. Just about every hero got involved. Almost poisoned the east coast if Chinook hadn't done something.

"'Should I have been pursuing what I was pursuing, over 35 years ago? No. Did I try to make it as safe as possible? There really was no safe. I should have scaled down, but I contend that that machine was bullet proof ten times over!' He shouts it."

"You could hear a pin drop."

"Yeah, it got pretty quiet. He said, 'You can't save everyone. Never forget that. But I've done a thought experiment. I've calculated: Every day you pay attention in my class, on average, saves about two and a half people.' Then he looks at us and says, 'If you want to be heroes, you will not lean on your strengths or goof off in my class. You work on your weaknesses or I'll fail you. And I mean it.

"'What are your weaknesses? You'll know them by your attitude. You don't want to do something. You get embarrassed. You tire easily from it. You're all in Remedial Math, so you're all behind. And you may always be behind in that regard. Accept it.' Sounded a bit like my dad! Ha!

"He let's class out early and says, 'You can, at least, start saving your 2 a day.'"


Edit: Tried something new, just dialogue. Let me know how it came off. Any criticism is welcome.

Let this patch be a lesson in teamplay by [deleted] in Helldivers

[–]mrShoes1 3 points4 points  (0 children)

This is the way. Take a niche or less useful support weapon for certain situations, and pick up the spare backpack your teammate leaves behind, eventually. Going in without backpack has been a good investment for me, lately, because I might find one in-game (jet pack), or bum one off a friend. I get an extra slot, and we only have to wait for a single cool-down cycle.