The karate school has come up with a new strategy to get people to leave early after belt promotion ceremony: play obnoxious dance music obnoxiously loud. Worked on me.
They do that at the TaeKwonDo place we do Monday HEMA in, too. Or it might be filtering through from the gym upstairs. Either way, having 'Saturday Night' by 'Whigfield' booming through the walls/floor make the awesome battle moves you're trying to pull off seem much less awesome. Bah.
I just pulled a Scarecrow (Arkham Games) in a tabletop RPG.
Here's What Happened:
While the players were accessing a robot to get some data, the robot exploded, and a seemingly super-powerful boss emerged from the shadows. She started by kicking the robot sorcerer thirty feet in the wall, and causing him to feel pain in the first time in his life and be knocked out. The rest of the party began firing at the boss, and she alternatively caught them and threw them back at the party. At this point, I "confessed" that this was the final boss, and that the party was supposed to lose the fight. She then proceeded to knock the tank into the gunslinger, and create multiple swords that she threw at people telekinetically, all while I was apologizing and saying that this was the final boss and her abilities were really like that. Meanwhile, I took a few players aside, and told them that they, between flashes of pain, they saw their compatriots paralyzed and the "boss" furiously typing into a wrist console, with all of the robots on the structure sparking and obviously dead. After five minutes, and all of the party in single digit hit points, one of them finally put it together and magic missiled the console. It was an illusion! They proceeded to kill the "boss" into ashes."
I just realized something about myself. I hate driving cars, but I always loved riding in them. Cars are fine (Barring certain issues regarding incendiary bicycles), but I want someone else to drive me around. Which would be why I genuinely like public transportation. I pay $70 at the beginning of the month, and then I'm driven around by a group of professionals as much as I want for the whole month. At a much cheaper price than driving, too.
There's something so satisfying about making a CE demon-blooded tiefling abyssal bloodrager.
I don't know if I can quantify it into words, but I'm pretty sure the Rending Claws, and the Rending Fury feats are considered cathartic...the corungun smash and intimidating prowess are just bloody icing on the murder cake.
That's my new Mummy's Mask PC! That's my general plan, at least. I haven't fully fleshed the personality out, but "sociopathic murder machine" seems a good fit. I think he'll like cats, ice cream, and have a soft spot for children, since intellectually he's not all there.
The captain is really a qlippoth and his anatomy is not subject to your preconceived notions of "normal" or "within the boundaries of Euclidean geometry."
Well, Sherman... the cataclysmic eruption of Sohcahtoa in 537 B.C. dramatically reduced available sunlight and thus disrupted growing seasons in nearby Mesopotamia. As a result, the sexagesimal numeral system of Babylonian mathematics was abandoned, presaging the fall of the Babylonia itself.
"I can't believe your father used to bring you here."
"Well, it was different back then. No acid geysers, mutant mists, or toxic waste. But, like Destroido says, 'You can't make progress without sacrifices!'"
"This is Destroido's doing?!"
"Of course. What other company would rip the essence out of mother nature, just to bring us sustainable light bulbs?"
<a little later>
"What was that?!"
"Probably bat zombies-nothing to worry about-now let's. talk. meat."
Turns out it's a Lithium mining operation.
EDIT:
"Destroido declared corporate sovereignty. So the only legal authority they follow is their own. They don't pay taxes, and they don't have to listen to the sheriff."
LATER
"We have three pieces of the Planispheric disk. They have three pieces! Do you know what this means?!"