Thread:BTR180/@comment-27550231-20200103233019/@comment-27666783-20200105220048

@BTR180

S I G M A R I N E S, but they don't need the armor or the weapon. ''They are the weapon. ''And the armor… and the fireman… and your accountant… and your entertainment for tonight! You know I actually kinda like that idea, since the requirement of armor and weapons is more supplementary than compensatory, your average town watchman in this New Brotherhood isn't dressed in the finest adamantium armor, or the mightiest of weapons, he has a wooden truncheon, a whistle, and some massive arm irons. He's dressed in wool, it itches. He silently thinks to himself how of all the brilliance of enhancements they could bring to the human form, his incomprehensible strength and speed, his eyes that can see thermal signatures. They'd at least figure out a way to stop his boots from squeaking. Bloody Organic Mechanics…

When not getting cat-called by the resident wolf-girls and wolf-whistled by the resident lion-girls he thuds down the street, dodging nearly storey high clotheslines and wondering when the shift is going end so he can just go home and read his paper.

@FlameBiplane

Funny enough its part of the same jist as what I'm going for.

Just… not with the gore and killing.

Maybe WWE is a better analogy.

Huge musclemen challenging their foes to the skill they excel in bare-knuckle duels. And having to GTFO if said foes start pulling out magics.

"Hahaha! You call that threatening sweetiepie? Your thighs are as big as my forearm- Oh shit its that wretched Goat child again, quick! Lets get the shit outta here before she changes gravity!"