OttoVann

I listen to two steps from hell as well ;o

Maybe this is a stupid question, maybe not. Otto doesn't smoke and wont be anytime soon but I am writing up a new story (while also still writing Typical Day) and I am curious if smoking is around basically. I understand pipes are in the game? But I also wonder about cigs and ways to light them

FIGHT CLUB IS BACK ON. I WILL NOT BE HOSTING IT THIS WEEK. BERROD WILL. IT TAKES PLACE AT 6 PM EASTERN STANDARD TIME. AT BRONZELAKE

Through gnashed teeth and a warped face, K'lo is goaded into a reply “Fuck you, you bald headed freak” is all he sputters out before I take to clamping even harder; reaching near the maximum of my arm strength. I can only imagine how out of character I look and I know I would hate it. I pride myself on staying calm, not breaking stride or composure as I handle business. It's part of the reason on how I have gotten this far, people keep attributing to me some sort of extreme malice behind my smiles and honeyed words even in the face of danger, threat, or even good business tidings. I'm too proud to let the outside world see me like this but sometimes even the greatest men are bothered by surprisingly small things – like K'lo. With a heavy sigh I shake my head in genuine disappointment as I use every bit of strength I have in my arm and core to come down on K'lo. All of my might, all of my determination weighs in on this Miqo as I try and cripple him – and it's working. His hand folds in my grip. I am squeezing and crushing it into a something resembling a tube; gnarled and lame. Finally this elicits a yelp and then a scream of pain as his bones crack and I ensure his primary hand is forever useless to him since there is no chance he can afford the right kind of healing for the 'lofty' contracts he pulls in. He desperately uses his left hand to claw, pull, hit, anything to get him out of my grip but I'm lost as I just focus on putting all my power into my grasp. His attempts to break free are pitiful since he is in overwhelming anguish and his efforts are useless. His scream of pain also breaks me out of my own hateful trance a bit, and I yank his hand up to yank him from his stool. I do this to make him hurt even more but to also exert control. Angrily I ask him “Have you ever killed a stranger before K'lo?” By the point he is out his seat, acquiescing to my jerking him up, and standing as best he can, directly again me since I am so close to his stool. He is awkward, afraid, and wishing he had never crossed me. Funny how that always works. I make sure to repeat myself, slowly and with a slightly raised voice indicating that I am far and beyond over this and ready to move on. Out of nowhere, and entirely unexpectedly, a mailed hand places itself on my shoulder. I only barely move my head, mostly looking to the side with my eyes to notice that none other than Coatleque Crofte has put her hands on me. Instantly, as if I was hit by a spell square in the chest, I release K'lo and let him fall limp to the floor like the pathetic piece of shit he is. I inhale sharply through my nostrils, opening my eyes wide for a moment as I regard Lady Crofte. She doesn't have to say a thing, her disapproving glare yet sympathetic hand on my shoulder tell me all I need to hear. Get the fuck out of the Quicksand so I don't have to regretfully do or say anything. This also servers to amplify her authority if she can wordlessly get me to leave and only barely touching me. I'll do this for her. I take a moment to close my eyes, breathing slowly to right my mind and regain my composure. I reach up to my tie, sussing it and making sure it looks presentable before giving an apologetic nod to Crofte. I just wanted to go shopping. I turn on my heels, making my way to the door. I'd leave but as I walk up the incline to the upper part of the Quicksand I notice the railing supporting its normal host of patrons I stop and think for a moment. I quickly make up my mind with a shrug and approach the entire host of strangers with outstretched arms as I greet them loudly to get their attention. With the way I am dressed, in this pink suit of mine, it doesn't take much for people to notice me. Which is part of the point of why I wear such gaudy colors. “Gentlemen, ladies, adventurers, nobodies. My name is Otto Vann as surely some of you already know.” I reach into my suit jacket, pulling out a tiny bag of rich red silk and throw it on the ground in front of the gaggle of people. “Inside that bag is one-hundred thousand gil, pieced out into ten coins. Take it, head over to that bar, and remove the garbage with the hurt hand being stood over by that Paladin. Make it fast.” I do not wait for a reply, an answer, or even an acknowledgment. The right person from that crowd will read between those lines and scoop that gil up. Someone is going to beat that idiot to within an inch of his life after they wrangle him out of the Quicksand. As I stand in front of the exit, ready to push the doors wide open and leave, a younger man runs up to the doors and parts them for me. “Please sir, allow me” is what he pipes out. I give him a curt nod and leave that gods-damned bar for the day, not one to return to it until tomorrow now. As I'm stepping through the doors I stop momentarily to reach to my pocket, pulling out a five-thousand gil piece to hand to the boy. I don’t want to know his name and I don't care for it. He is beholden to me now without a doubt. Its obvious as he can barely contain his jubilance on his face – probably never even seeing so much money. It amuses me that I crushed the hand and livelihood of an idiot who boasted about working hard for 700 gil by ambushing someone while I made this boy rich for opening my door for me. I did all of that and not a single word was uttered towards me, and one never will be. That’s how power works in Ul'Dah, real power. Strangers run to open your doors and see to your needs without asking, Paladins give you wordless pleas to leave when you've caused a problem, men fold to you like paper when you show them you are not to be trifled with. Once you become as wealthy as I do it turns into a form of otherworldly oppression and I know full well how to exercise it. This is how scale works. (To be continued...)

FIGHT CLUB SUNDAY 6 PM EST 250k of actual gil to the finalists. BE THERE

Nor am I. And I don't use Linux. I use windows where all I do is point-click "change password", then point-click "user lockout policy" and cycle attempts with an up/down arrow. Why must things be harder than they have to be? I gave you 99 attempts before lockout, and it locks you out for 1 second. Good luck m8. (there is a way around this if you want to lock yourself out again, starts with SSH)

*colossal sigh* [OTTO@Pimp-Master ~] su - password : ottorocksass [ROOT@Pimp-Master ~] nano /etc/pam.d/system-auth-ac *furiously modifies file to make it impossible for this to happen again* auth required pam_tally2.so deny=3 99 onerr=fail unlock_time=900 1 *saves changes* [ROOT@Pimp-Master ~] nano under pam_unix.so *edits* account required pam_tally2.so *saves and closes* [ROOT@Pimp-Master ~] passwd Coatleque new password : pallypower confirm : pallypower *dials Coat at her extension to inform her of password reset* (IM NOT SORRY)

I haven't even bothered getting Supra due to not needing it. I'm not fucking around wih 4-stars right away. Nah.

EVERY WEEK WE ARE BACK IN BRONZE LAKE PLEASE LOOK FORWARD TO IT

You really want to wait several untold months?

This legit sounds complicated and lolwaiting to get married on Balmung. Im not going to enter into a 18 month long queue. Ill do a private RP ceremony with like a priest such as Jancis or something doing the honors. Pft

Franz# pacman -S shirt Franz# pacman -R Franz-Controls [OTTO@Pimp-Master ~] useradd Coatleque -c "Coatleque Crofte" [OTTO@Pimp-Master ~] passwd Coatleque [OTTO@Pimp-Master ~] purevil [OTTO@Pimp-Master ~] su - Coatleque (now what do I do) retcon everything with "sudo rm -rf /" No way m8 we just made her a user, now she must enter commands.

Franz# pacman -S shirt Franz# pacman -R Franz-Controls [OTTO@Pimp-Master ~] useradd Coatleque -c "Coatleque Crofte" [OTTO@Pimp-Master ~] passwd Coatleque [OTTO@Pimp-Master ~] purevil [OTTO@Pimp-Master ~] su - Coatleque (now what do I do)

[OTTO@Pimp-Master ~] yum install Franz-Controls -y [OTTO@Pimp-Master ~] Franz-Controls shirt -Rv

I will be going Who wants to be the lucky woman to be Ottos date hmmmmm

“Well K'lo that is down-right fascinating. Is there a particular reason why you put your hands on me today? Perhaps you were hired to 'hurt' me as you mentioned you line of work sometimes entails?” I've given up pretext with this idiot, I'm ready to leave. “Mmm well this Nunh asked you a question, and you ignored me. I had to teach you a lesson.” He says this in such a matter-of-fact tone that it's hard for me not to fall over. I never get spoken to this way for obvious reasons and this fool is either truly clueless or has a death-wish. Without warning I rise from my stool, and make it a point of standing just a little too close to K'lo as I look down at him with an extended hand, offering it in a shake “It was a pleasure to meet you K'lo. You'll have to forgive me but I must be off, I have business to tend to.” He tries his best to awkwardly turn in his stool to face me, clearly uncomfortable and also finding it hard to turn to me since I am too close. As he takes my hand in his and shakes it, I make sure to grip just a little too tightly as I keep looking down at him smiling. “K'lo. Do you have any idea as to how much of an insignificant piss-ant you are to a man like me? I've been meaning to ask since you first touched me, just who the fuck you think you are.” I'm smiling ear to ear at this point. Naturally he looks up to me and instantly has anger flash across his face. He tries, futilely, to pull his hand away from my but at this point I've latched onto him like a steel vice. I've been working with my hands for twenty years and I am no slouch. I'm 73 ilms tall and weigh in at around 220 ponz. I am a colossus compared to this Miqo and he isn't getting this hand back anytime soon. Every time he tugs and tries to pull away from me, I squeeze just a little bit harder, knowing that the pain is starting to settle in. In fact I'm not even budging really, he is just too small to put any leverage on me; it's as if he is trying to pull down a stone pillar that just won't react. Predictably he pulls his left hand back, claws out ready to swipe at me and I see it coming. As soon as he begins to swing on me I put real force behind my grip, my face breaking its smile as I grit my teeth and clamp down hard on his hand. It is satisfying feeling one of the tiny bones in his right hand fracture a bit, him giving up his momentum from his swing as the pain rips through his body. Through all of this though, K'lo is impressing me even though I want to break him. He is refusing to yelp in pain just yet and is gnashing his own teeth as I crush his hand. He is putting on a tough appearance for now and I can appreciate that. “K'lo.” If looks could kill, my family, friends, and myself would all be dead. K'lo is fuming but he very much understands who is in charge of the situation now. He looks up to me as I gain his attention “I asked you a question.” He gives one last earnest attempt to pull free from me. We both know he won't escape and we both know he is doing it to save face before submitting. All the same I do not spare him as I continue to crush his hand inside of my grip – the pangs of agony on his face would be almost satisfying if I wasn't in the mood to be shopping right now. Still though I am surprised he isn't giving into the pain, at least he wasn't all talk. I've seen and made men break from far less. [To be continued...]

I think Leanne-chan won one as archer.

I KNEW there was a thread about this or something from weeks ago. Sware on me mum. V I N D I C A T E D. Also qt-chan I love you m8 but these rules confuse me. I am not an avid DnD player and I suck at RPGs that are tabletop style. The current Grindstone / Fightclub rules are all I can handle personally. Ignoring the fact Otto doesn't combat anyways. I also am concerned that its bigger than 2 v 2. 4 v 4? Phew. I couldnt handle that if I wanted to

Do these shorts make me look fat? Bonus Kerwin.

Im trying to figure out how Otto would pull a quarter million gil out of his pocket to hand to someone. Obviously he would only carry so much cash on him in a day like any other person, but like are we talking high denomination coins, paper notes....how does this work really? I cant imagine he walks around with a giant jingling sack of gil tied to his belt or something.

I'm just thinking out loud here, but Otto wouldn't mind helping you clear out the food you order.

When people tell me my writing isnt all that bad *blushu* When my RP event has attendance *super blushu*

I would like to come...

I don't have Time Mage leveled high enough to give me access to the patch 3 days early. Alright m8, level some crafts then. I'd even help you a bit.

Level ninja on stream. Or a craft or 6.