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[tMc Tallgeese]

Ryncol Light Presents

Real Beings of Genius

[REAL BEINGS OF GENIUS]

Today we salute you Mr. Fisticuffs Guy. 

[MISTER FISTICUUUFFS GUUUY]

Never before has someone defeated an entire army with just their fists. Today you're going to show them all. 

[SHOW 'EM WHAT I'M MADE OF]

Banshees, Primes not even an Atlas can stand against your fists of steel. 

[I PITY THE FOOOOOLS]

Guns? Who needs them! You're the King of Haymakers. 

So crack open a keg of Ryncol Light you Titan of Pain because why shoot your enemies when you can beat them to death. 



Got the idea for the tribute from the "types of players you encounter" thread. Feel free to add your own!  Remember, it's all in good fun.

Modifié par tMc Tallgeese, 24 août 2012 - 05:58 .

[Wesus]

I dont understand...

[Xaijin]

Punching a prime in the crotch has always been god tier. Ask SRK.

Modifié par Xaijin, 23 mai 2012 - 06:19 .

[xtorma]

Wesus wrote...

I dont understand...

I'm sorry.

[dream3873]

WUT?

[SimulatedSnowman]

Ryncol Light Presents

Real Beings of Genius

Today we salute you, Rambo Adept.

What's better than maxing out singularity? Maxing out singularity AND bringing a Revenant to finish that floating husk off.

Dozens of unshielded, unbarriered, and unarmored enemies have fallen to your devastating combination of swirling vortex and bullet hail. Cannibals whisper your name of BWWWOOORGNNAT around tubs of human paste, and Husks groan extra hard when they see the smoking barrel of the instrument of doom known as your Revenant I.

So Shockwave a can of Ryncol Light through a wall and drink in the flavor of victory. Your team would be lost without you.

[Kel Riever]

Ryncol Light Presents

Real Beings of Genius

Today we salute you, Run The Other Way Guy.

Because when you've got three teammates fighting off a horde of charging banshees, you get the idea that its time to fight the husks on the other side of the map.

How about helping a friend up? No, not you, Run The Other Way Guy.  You always know its best to get youself away from whatever took them down, and get that extra grenade at a far off ammo dump, only to throw it at the nearest Centurion.

So go ahead and grab yourself a cold one, Run The Other Way Guy. Because when everyone else is in the lobby at the end of the game, yelling at you for your selfish behavior, you too can count the 0 credits you've got, turn downthe volume, and crack open that Ryncol Light that's your reward.

Modifié par Kel Riever, 23 mai 2012 - 06:40 .

[Xaijin]

Ryncol Light presents

Real Beings of Genius

Today is your day, Honest Quarian Infiltrator

[MISSES HONEST QUARIAN INFILTRATOR YEEEAH]

We salute you totally eschewing a tactical cloak just to prove that not all Quarians are dishonest.

[TALI TOTALLY DIDN'T STEAL THE STEALTH PLANS OH NO]

So here's to you, running around firebase giant in an all white outfit, showing those husks how to get those hacked files the stand up way.

[HONESTY AND SUIT STERILITY ARE THE BEST POLICIES, AWW YEAH]

So while rocking that Crusader II and Javelin I that you totally found on the ground, remember this, honest quarian gal;

Any points are team points.

So kick back a frosty one through the ol' emergency induction port, quarian chick, you totally earned it.

[MY COOLDOWN IS ONLY 15 SECONDS AWWW RIIIGHT]

Modifié par Xaijin, 23 mai 2012 - 11:27 .

[Dasher1010]

Salarian: And that's why Ryncol Lite will get you all the Asari

Drell: How come that's not us?

Krogan: Ryncol Lizards, we could have been huge!

[tMc Tallgeese]

Ryncol Light Presents

Real Beings of Genius

Today we salute you Mr. Scoreboard Guy.

[MR. SCOREBOARD GUY]

While most people are just playing a game, you are playing for greatness.

[GOTTA BE NUMBER ONE!]

Uh oh, looks like that Level 12 noob just got past you. Being number two just won't do.

[WAM BAM THANK YOU MA'AM]

Couple of missiles and suicide runs makes it all better. So what if you had to spend all your equipment to get back to one, you're the top gun on this board.

So crack open a keg of Ryncol Light you top tier point scrambler because what's the point of sharing points, if you're not the one sharing the most.

[THIS ONE'S ON ME FELLAS]

[KiraTsukasa]

I saw this thread and HOPED it was this. Nice job!

[Ibn_Shisha]

Ryncol Light presents:

Real Beings of Genius

Today we salute you, Medi-Gel Junkie

[THAT STUFF IS ADDICTIVE!]

So what if it's Wave 1 Bronze and a trooper or cannibal got you with a lucky grenade; you get knocked down and you get up again.

[CAN'T MISS ANY ACTION!]

So
here's to your selflessness; you refuse to inconvenience your squad by waiting for them to revive you.  Your sacrifice gets everyone more credits as they quickly finish the objectives while you draw fire.

[ALL ABOUT THE TEAM, YEAH!]

You're perfectly happy to use your entire medi-gel capacity every mission.

[THAT'S WHAT JUMBO PACKS ARE FOR!]

So pour yourself a nice cold Ryncol Light between waves, oh selfless addict, because you can't use another 'gel while you're still up and moving!

[gigliani60]

Ryncol Light presents:

Real Beings of Genius

Today we salute you, Missile spammer

[LOVE THE EXPLOSIONS!]

Heres to your life saving missiles on an atlas with 3 bars or armour left and everyone shooting at it.

[YOU SAVE THE TEAM!]

So what if you miss a potential double atlas and your missile goes screaming into the distance, you have capacity upgrades.

[THANK GOD FOR SPECTRE PACKS!]

Next time you fire a missile at one cannibal and your team starts screaming at you, click the mute button, kick back, and pour yourself a cool refreshing Ryncol Light. Remember, your missiles keep the team moving!

[SimulatedSnowman]

gigliani60 wrote...

*snip*

Next time you fire a missile at one cannibal and your team starts screaming at you, click the mute button, kick back, and pour yourself a cool refreshing Ryncol Light. Remember, your missiles keep the team moving!

lol because mute button

[SimulatedSnowman]

Ryncol Light Presents

Real Beings of Genius

Today we salute you, Gold lobby leecher.

[YOUR LIFE IS AWESOME]

While the bullets are flying, Banshees are screaming, or Phantoms are butt-rubbing, you just stand quietly where you spawned, waiting for slaughter like a docile cow.

[ON THE BRIGHT SIDE, 2ND BASE WITH A PHANTOM]

When your squadmates flatline, they curse you with their dying breath.

[IT'S TIME FOR A RAGE QUIT]

Somebody's gotta hold down the bottom of the leaderboard, and you might as well be cooking hamburger helper or watching Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back for the 50th time.

So crack open a keg of Ryncol Light you gentle pacifist, because win or lose, you always win.

[I HOPE YOU GET CHARACTER CARDS IN YOUR PSP'S]

[Strelsky]

Real Beings Of Genius... (sung in that radio voice of course)

[Radio Moscow]

I was drinking something poofy,
And the Asari saw right through me.
So I had a pint of Ryncol Light,
And now she's gunna screw me.

[DragonRacer]

Oh, wow, this is awesome! I had actually thought about doing something like this (an actual, real "thanks" one) after someone pulled me through the unofficial Operation: Carry, but just never got around to it.


Ryncol Light presents:

Real Beings of Genius

Today we salute you, Laid-Back Geth Engineer Guy.

[THAT IS ONE COOL MOBILE PLATFORM!]

It was an operation weekend where gold lobbies were flooded with pathetic noobs… and you decided to participate in a side event – Operation: Carry.

[YOUR BACK WAS STRONG ENOUGH FOR ALL OF US!]

You let a frightened, shivering Turian Sentinel bronze baby into your lobby. And instead of kicking or cussing, you just played it cool and gave instructional advice. Legion would be proud.

[COOLEST TEACHER EVER!]

And despite the conga line of Atlases and the Phantom rave party going down on Firebase White, you pulled us through all the way to a full extraction.

[THANK YOU FOR THE COMMENDATION PACK!]

So crack open a nice, cold Ryncol Light, oh coolest of robotic bros, because you earned it after all that heavy lifting!



And an actual funny one to contribute...


Ryncol Light presents:

Real Beings of Genius

Today we salute you, Mr. Cobra Missile Hoarder.

[BUT I ONLY HAVE 175 OF THEM!]

So what if it's a Wave 10 hacking mission and your team is surrounded by brutes and banshees. They can handle themselves and keep the big guys busy while you shoot at husks on the other side of the map.

[THOSE HUSKS MIGHT SNEAK UP ON US!]

I mean, it’s ONLY two banshees, three brutes, and a battalion of marauders and cannibals. Sure, one guy’s dead, but the other two won’t be overwhelmed at all. The important thing is you keeping those swarmers out of the circle.

[GOD, THOSE THINGS ARE ANNOYING!]

And as your teammates slowly bleed out, screaming over the mic for you to burn a missile for the love of all that is holy, you smile and shake your head. Because you understand the importance of having a massive stockpile of consumables that you should never, ever use. Ever.

[BECAUSE COBRA MISSILES ARE SO ULTRA-RARE!]

So pour yourself a nice, cold Ryncol Light after the Wave 10 wipe, oh collector of projectiles, because you can rest easy knowing you have plenty of missiles in stock for when you REALLY need them!

[L.ast L.ife]

Ryncol Light Presents...

Real Beings of Genius - Extended Edition

Today we salute you, Mr. SMG Infiltrator Guy

[LOCUST III ALL DAY BABY BAAAAA-BY!]

Variety is the truly the spice of life.  Every day you risk the lives of the strangers around you to defy a kooky, crazy, sometimes downright kinky mixed up world hung up on stereotypes and labels.

Society's comfort zone is having a party.  You're on the guest list... for crashing it.

[200% COOLDOWNS MUST MEAN THAT YOU'RE JEALOUS]

As you imagine your in-game character proudly holstering his Locust III; a last ditch, severely discounted anniversary present from an ex-wife who surely left him for a voluptuous Salarian secretary you realize his true calling...

He was born to do this.

[SAVIN' UP FOR THAT GOLD PLATED SHURIKEN]

Nothing will stop you from completing your duty.  This isn't about credits, wave completion, team synergy or even common sense.  Such concerns are for the ordinary and you my friend are an extraordinarily trained nitwi- er... killer.

This time... it's personal.  

Gold/Random/Reaper - It's time to ready up... for the THRILL of it.

[WE SEE YOU SM-GGGGG-IN' IT UP!]

Love tap after love tap you mercilessly massage the enemy to certain irritation.  Objectives lost, but never forgotten.  Waves failed, but never abandoned.  Your passion is greater than any red x could possibly hope to contain. 

They rarely die for the credits; you routinely die... for the cause.

[MR. ULTRALIGHT CLOAK PUB WARRIOR]

So sip that ice cold Ryncol Light slow, Mr. SMG Infiltrator Guy in honor of the brave new world you're fight for at great personal cost.  Enemies may die on occasion, but your message will remain alive in the hearts, minds and obscenity laced text messages of the lucky souls you've met on the battlefield.

Modifié par L.ast L.ife, 25 mai 2012 - 02:30 .

[MC_Loki]

Ryncol High Point Brew Presents...

Real Beings of Genius

Today we salute you, Heavily Armed Engineer Guy

[HEAVILY ARMED ENGINEER GUUUUUUUUY!]

While other power spam classes are walking around with just a Carnifex, you tromp around the map carrying more firepower than all of Aralakh Company put together.

[KROGAN ARE WEAKSAUCE COMPARED TO YOU!]

Even though another engineer half your level is raking in all of the experience points for your team using just Overload, Incinerate, and well-placed head shots, your Falcon and Graal Spike Thrower rain bullet hell down on your enemies.

[BOOM BOOM MOTHER****ER!]

Even that Turian Soldier using only a Revenant is outscoring you, but you don't quit. You will hold the line!

[KIRRAHE AIN'T GOT **** ON ME!]

So open up a bottle of Ryncol High Point Brew and drink deep, because the only thing louder on the battle field than the roar of your weaponry is the clanging of the brass between your legs.

[HEAVILY ARMED ENGINEEEEEER GUUUUUUY!!!]

[mykejm]

Real Beings of Genius

Today we salute you, Infiltrator buddy

[I GOT YOUR BACK BRO!]

When the infiltrator sneaks off to cap the objective, you dutifully tag along for the ride

[RIDIN' SHOTGUN WITH YOUR COMMON SHOTGUN!]

When the game audio demands "Cover me!" you comply, standing directly in front of the cloaked infiltrator, drawing enemy fire. And when the cannibal grenade, rocket launcher or brute charge kills you both, you'll both bleed out knowing you tried your best.

[NOT EVEN GOING TO MEDIGEL!]

So rest in peace, infiltrator buddy, and use those credits you saved not buying Medi-gel on a case of Ryncol Light.

[Radio Moscow]

mykejm wrote...

Real Beings of Genius

Today we salute you, Infiltrator buddy

Rage status: Flashback induced rampage

[Unschuld]

Ryncol Light Presents

Real Beings of Genius

Today we salute you, Mr. Firebase White Gold farmer-guy.

[MR. FIREBASE WHITE GOLD FARMER YEAH!] 

Gold missions are tough, but in your cleverness in outwitting the AI you found the the perfect combination of low risk wins, a steady flow of credits, and the most boring way to slog through matches possible.

[BRAVELY HIDING BEHIND THE COUNTER!] 

You know those Primes and Banshees can't get to you because you've got decoys, an infiltrator to sneak out and get things outside of your security bubble, and a 3-foot high impassible wall between you and certain death.

[DIRECT CONFRONTATION SCARES ME!]

Without you, that counter is nothing. Without that counter, YOU are nothing. 

[PRIMES COMIN' ROUND THE CORNER!]

Somebody's gotta bring home the bacon and unlock those rares, and doing it with minimal effort is worth the tradeoff in fun.

So crack open a keg of Ryncol Light you sly, opportunistic coward, because being sober and alert isn't a requirement for this playstyle.

[MR. COWARDLY FIREBASE WHITE GOLD FARMER YEAH!]

[Rodia Driftwood]

Wesus wrote...

I dont understand...

 

[regack]

Radio Moscow wrote...

I was drinking something poofy,
And the Asari saw right through me.
So I had a pint of Ryncol Light,
And now she's gunna screw me.

I miss The Young Ones...