Your Inquisitor sounds like a tyrant, to be honest.
Only a little bit of a tyrant. The reprimand will be gentle.
Vivienne will rearrange their things.
Your Inquisitor sounds like a tyrant, to be honest.
Only a little bit of a tyrant. The reprimand will be gentle.
Vivienne will rearrange their things.
Only a little bit of a tyrant. The reprimand will be gentle.
Vivienne will rearrange their things.
Lil'Tyrant you say...
Only a little bit of a tyrant. The reprimand will be gentle.
Vivienne will rearrange their things.
Oh, now that is just inhumane. I hate finding my shoes in my underwear draw.
Only a little bit of a tyrant. The reprimand will be gentle.
Vivienne will rearrange their things.
*clicks tongue*
You should embrace the authority, the power.
Only a handful of people matter; the rest are merely pawns, usable resources for the mighty. Those that do not bow shall be made to, those that do not submit shall be made to.
To stand at the precipice of control is to be God.
But I don't want to be God. ![]()
But I don't want to be God.
No?

I'll go for a minor goddess in a pantheon, though. Just as long as Boom gets to be a goddess with me.
What am I saying? Boom is already a goddess.
Lil'Tyrant you say...
*snip*
"America's" reaction is pretty hilarious.
I'll go for a minor goddess in a pantheon, though. Just as long as Boom gets to be a goddess with me.
What am I saying? Boom is already a goddess.
God needs underlings like anyone else I suppose; the chosen to serve as required.
Ok. ![]()
I'll go for a minor goddess in a pantheon, though. Just as long as Boom gets to be a goddess with me.
What am I saying? Boom is already a goddess.
Lololol! Why thank you. So are you. ![]()
Ok.
well color me intrigued by that thoughtSometimes I do ponder just what it would take to actually accumulate the power to actually declare oneself divinity.
Stupidity and baseline suicidal tendencies run rampant in our species; as I said the chosen are a rarity, but they remain bound to the same failing flesh.
Humans are so frail and limited; sudden to frailty and illness...to be God requires something far more then the will, it requires the means.
I've consulted everything from modern geneticists to occult mediums to science fiction and theories abound but the means remain out of reach. To think you can survive, even thrive in life only for the very crucible of your greatness to be your degrading tomb is infuriating.
The mighty rule but they are nothing but humans, it's a issue I've devoted a fair bit of time to rectifying.
I understand the science, but the genome holds no answers, cells degrade, die and the copies of the intrinsic and superior traits return flawed, an increasing degradation.
well color me intrigued by that thought
You need to be able to punch dragons in the face.
i can see but how do you intend to gain this "perfection"I'd like to be something better.
I will strive for perfection.
HehYou need to be able to punch dragons in the face.
i can see but how do you intend to gain this "perfection"
cybernetics seems easier to do if cost wasn't a issue and cocktail are dangerous and potentially swing and miss to be effectiveAs I said I've consulted a few methods.
Genetic enhancements are decades away from doing what I'd need them to do, cybernetics are similarly too primitive.
I've gone over a few attempted Uber Soldaten programs that weren't classified all to sin and there aren't any chemical cocktails I'd be comfortable ingesting personally.
cybernetics seems easier to do if cost wasn't a issue and cocktail are dangerous and potentially swing and miss to be effective
"America's" reaction is pretty hilarious.
Inquisitor: Mine Josephine, mine outfit has faded; I vill need this silly Tevinter boys Imperial vestments, and that bald pointy wolf boy's fur coat, divert troops if you need to.
Cullen: Inquisitor, we are in the middle of fighting Corypheus!
Inquisitor: Mine BLONDE Josephine, do you vant Dagna to take your samples again?
Cullen: *sob*
Corypheus floats across the battlefield wearing the same outfit as the Inquisitor.
Corypheus: I live and breathe this fashion statement; you are nothing but a mistake!
Inquistor: NOOOOOOO!!!! It's mine, mine!
Cullen: Get her into the bunker!
*Inside the bunker* Varric: All we have left over is this orange plaid, which will most certainly differentiate you from Corypheus on the battlefield. Apparently he was the one who invented the stuff, to induce migraines in puppies.
Random Inquisition trench coat soldier: She's got a gun, stop her!!!
*Inquisitor decides to shoot herself while in her Fashion-Nazi bunker instead of wearing orange plaid*
*outside the bunker* Sollas: Ugh, now I've got such a headache.
Inquisitor: Mine Josephine, mine outfit has faded; I vill need this silly Tevinter boys Imperial vestments, and that bald pointy wolf boy's fur coat, divert troops if you need to.
Cullen: Inquisitor, we are in the middle of fighting Corypheus!
Inquisitor: Mine BLONDE Josephine, do you vant Dagna to take your samples again?
Cullen: *sob*
Corypheus floats across the battlefield wearing the same outfit as the Inquisitor.
Corypheus: I live and breathe this fashion statement; you are nothing but a mistake!
Inquistor: NOOOOOOO!!!! It's mine, mine!
Cullen: Get her into the bunker!
*Inside the bunker* Varric: All we have left over is this orange plaid, which will most certainly differentiate you from Corypheus on the battlefield. Apparently he was the one who invented the stuff, to induce migraines in puppies.
Random Inquisition trench coat soldier: She's got a gun, stop her!!!
*Inquisitor decides to shoot herself while in her Fashion-Nazi bunker instead of wearing orange plaid*
*outside the bunker* Sollas: Ugh, now I've got such a headache.
Oh my god, that is so not the kind of thing that should be this funny.
Every time I think I'm finished laughing, I start up again.
Eh i don't like her as divine to much because either she is either offing people left right and centre or its on the opposite side of the scale where it's all sunshine and roses. I also don't think true freedom for mages is feasible.