A Rocket-Launcher wielding alien working for Black Mesa, killing zombies and ultranationalists while searching dungeons for treasures and weapons... in the world of my own mind.
I think that this would be the most interesting if you describe yourself as a person with the attributes of your most played game (recently), with the abilities/weapons of your next most played game, in the setting of your third most played game. In which case I'm a hot, psychic post apocalyptic mercenary swinging swords and spells with my adventuring party on an island filled with comically inept pirates. Now, puzzle out what games i'm playing...I guess its not that hard.
Ok then: I'm a Muilt-Classing steath, healing, dual sword weilding, magical human in cartoon half-modern fantasy world fulled with man-killing creatures and two secret goverments both owning half the world (I aslo work for both of them trying to over throw each other) while just trying to survive.
(Team fortress 2(mainly spy and medic), Elona, Mabinogi)
I think I forgot something in there.
And my Brother: an acinent Chinese gangster trying to help his cousin get rich on a trading route between china and europe, while runing on walls and doing other action moive moves with swords and guns while fighting a large range of monsters.
(Slikroad, GTA IV, Gunz: The Duel)
and sometimes we team up to survive a zombie apocalypse. (Left 4 Dead)
Please not another JT thread. Every time someone says his name, his 15 min os shame gets extended. He's no threat to our hobby and not worth even mentioning.
I'm a Manipulative, evil, backstabbing bastard with a god complex, megalomanic tendencies and an urge to create things that I alone rule, and a habit of burning things
Evil Genius
Spy from TF2
Sims
Any RTS
SimCity, Evil Genius, Total War franchise
SimsCity, Sims, Creatures 2, etc
Pyro from TF2
I really, REALLY like being in control of civilisations
I am a footballer who has been transported to a world of metal, whilst being an otaku with a lightsabre and collecting small monsters and putting them in balls eventually ending up in a courtroom with an inept judge and a strange prosecutor who is a part time rock star!
(Fifa 09, Brutal Legend, No More Heroes, Pokemon Diamond and Apollo Justice Ace Attourney)
I'm a massive-thighed powerhouse that can carry two hundred shotgun shells, a thousand rounds of .50 cal ammo, 50 anti-armour rockets, 80 assorted grenades, 600 plasma charges, 30 20mm sniper rounds, all the appropriate apparatus to fire them through, ten suicidal trained parrots, thirteen Serious Bombs and a lighter inside the pockets of my jeans, who can leap ten metres from a standing start and build a working lightsaber from the sort of random crap you find in bins but there's no way on Earth I can clear a four foot wall.
Despite my ludicrous personal arsenal and tendency towards attracting the mafia the way poo attracts flies (whom I then carve into thin strips with the aforementioned lightsaber) I'm not on any government or police watchlists because on weekends I'm an invisible super-patriot that likes to throw North Koreans off cliffs and can therefore be considered above reproach.
Mr. Thompson thinks I am a theoretical physicist that can mutate my arms into a variety of deadly weapons, and is currently employed as a Spectre hunting the Reapers while doing the occasional side jobs such as participating in a parkour messenger service and performing maintenance and repairs on a mining ship infected with zombies. I'm aiding the liberation of Mars from the Earth Defense Force, and I'm scouring the Capital Wasteland collecting bobbleheads, but those are more of a hobby.
Half-Life series
Prototype
Mass Effect
Mirrors Edge
Dead Space
Red Faction: Guerilla
Fallout 3
Jack Thompson thinks I am an unholy, monstorus, Propel chugging killing machine whose DNA has been re-written to make me super violent due to spending 15 out of my (nearly) 20 years on this Earth playing video games. I am destined, along with millions of others, to become a part of a new race of brainwashed, delusional psychotics who feed on the blood of children and worship surviving mint-conditioned Atari 2600 while ruling the world and keeping Jack Thompson locked in a cage and throwing unsold cartridge games and severed human limbs at him for our daily amusement. That's what Jack Thompson thinks I am.
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