Whizz, for God's sake.
It's a fucking different UNIVERSE.
The same way a Portal Gun isn't OP as fuck in the Portal universe, it would be incredibly OP in something like FTL or Castle Crashers - you may not be OP in that universe, but you surely are OP in this one.
And, Darklord, please, I'll make sure Whizz isn't made of fucking rubber next time, OK?
BACK TO CHARACTER:
"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST DO? ZAN IS DEAD BECAUSE OF YOU, YOU LITTLE SHIT! I'LL RIP OFF BOTH OF YOUR ARMS AND THEN BEAT YOU TO DEATH WITH THEM! I'LL FORCEFEED YOU YOUR OWN EYEBALLS, YOU WILL SHIT THEM AND I'LL PUT THE BACK IN YOUR EYES!"
James had managed to channel the rage for everything that his personalities had been feeling.
For Roger, the injustice of the world.
For Keith, the laziness of people.
For John, the lack of empathy and the fakeness of some.
For Pete, the lack of love in this world.
And for himself, the feeling of missing his girlfriend, which, if that bloody wolf didn't help, would be dead.
He would not lose Sally.
Not again.
OOC: Great. Now you're making me think what would happen if someone modded a portal gun into FTL.
It'll be mari0 all over again! XD Oh, and whizz, I could go down a similar route, but that can come later.
Byrne was about to step through the rift when it imploded in a small cloud of smoke, throwing ash everywhere. Byrne wiped his face, clearing the ash off, and walked into the attached room, where a commotion was. Unfortunately, the door was locked. Storing up his energy, and drawing the rest of it from the power socket, Byrne formed his arm into an ion cannon, shut his eyes and fired.
The door swelled for a moment, then erupted into splinters, and smoke, throwing pieces of wood and mangled pieces of steel everywhere. Everyone stared at the figure behind the smoke, except not much could be seen.
Byrne did not care about the people behind the door. He was too busy trying to stay on two feet. He staggered a few steps, then remembered what his arm was and changed it back. This act almost depleted what little energy Byrne had left, and he staggered against the power socket, shutting his eyes. Flare wriggled out of the bag, and started running circles around everyone yapping like the overexcited puppy that she was. At the moment she began jumping on everyone's toes, the lights faded, flickered and went out completely. Flare yipped and became a whirling fireball, leaving scorch marks all over the floor. Byrne got up, and as he did so, the lights came back to life. Flare dimmed, and became sunset orange in colour, before going out.
Byrne stood up, dusting all the dust off him and his bag. He stepped forward, when two people pointed their weapons at him, loaded and ready. When they asked who he was, he introduced himself as Byrne.
OOC: I do realise that being able to turn your arm into a cannon is both a cliche and OP, but it has some very good balancing points, since it uses an absolutely crazy amount of energy, and if you fired one shot off by yourself with no help, you'd probably fall into a coma. And well, it hurts Byrne the same way firing anything out of your arm as it is now does, except he's too tired to care.