Board Thread:Forum Roleplays/@comment-26084195-20150417202642/@comment-26084195-20150420012637

A big no to that critarium sword and armor. If it doesn't melt at such an extreme temperature, how did you form it to make that stuff? How did you fit technology in it? The armor will have to be adamantium, and you'll have to be happy with a plasma sword.

The Avatar's equipment: nothing. He has a tight fitting shirt and pants, and a strange gold amulet. He relies on the natural superiority of a Razorbird, and the blessings of their God, Jiral. A Razorbird's superiority includes: really fast speed, flight, superior vision, as well as talons capable of shredding their way through most metal.

The God-king met the Avatar in a huge arena. Many species had gathered in the stands to watch the battle.

"What do you think?" The Avatar called to you. "I had my spies tell the Galaxy everything. You're as universally hated as I am now! How does it feel? I see you brought an awful lot of fancy technology. Well, fancy for your standards. Compensating for something? I think so. A God needs no technology, no biological enhancements. This was the final confirmation I needed. You are no God. You're a pathetic upstart who wants to play with the big boys. 'Daddy, daddy, I want to be a ruler when I grow up!' How adorable. If you want to play with a ruler, come and play!"

I will now give you a chance for a retort before the battle begins.