Recent content by Andjalo

I don't know if you're incorrect or a propagandist... Supervillains "info" is that they understand how to acheive win con, and even then, there is NOTHING ELSE we know, we don't even get a villain chat together to organize, in case my calls for help in the fight didn't clue you in. To make an...

That is included in your loss condition?

If storm's condition runs like mine, which I think so because he seems to play very similarly to me, he's misleading everyone, including you, town, and himself. My win condition is that I need to be in the active player pool when the game ends, but not due to mafia or town victory that's it -...

goblin, do you care to do your thing?

was hoping so, I used all of my A material!

before the results are tabulated, I wanted to thank my opponents for the great bout, Torch definitely set a pace of allowing every player to feel like a super-something which I benchmarked my style on

Storm, you're going through something, totally get it, but this is improv essentially, and you can't "yes and" out of instant death

Doc Ock sees that his help has finally arrived, and that now him and Spiderman are alone. "looks like it's just you and me now, Spiderman" Doc Ock lashes out two tendrils, intent on pinning Spiderman to the wall and pacifying his webs

Has sandman been beached?

has kraven hunter'ed yet?

"bold of the flaming man to deal with the watery disaster, but I won't complain" Taking advantage of the occupying disaster freeing spiderman of his aerial support, Doc Ock Lunges at spiderman; slamming him with his tendril and throwing him against a wall. "Perhaps you and I should do some...

welllllll, shame on me I guess, I could've figured that one out

Doc is sent flying into the webbing, but rather than get caught, he extends out 2 tendrils and pulls a hole through the web which he can pass through effortlessly. Doc Ock does what he does best: Think. In mere moments he formulates a plan, using his extremely powerful claws, he dashes up to a...

Octopus spins out of control in mid-air, finally regain his balance on his claws. Not wanting to let them unleash on him unrestrained, the Doctor lengths two tendrils out until they reach between them and throws them to other side of me so that if they fire anything at me they might risk hitting...

Alone in the open with no lab equipment to throw in his way, Octopus has no choice but to block with his mechanical arm, seething as he feels the heat travel to his nervous system where the limbs connect. The limb stays intact but is now red hot "You dare call me crazy? I don't blame you, no...