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I like that idea. I didn't even remember this thread until Omy mentioned we had an OOC thread. My response was a 'O_O wha?'
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Quote:*Walks over, takes off white glove, smacks Maniac across the face with it, drops it and walks off again*Originally Posted by Maniac_Raid
They're getting the server list merged(eventually) that should be enough to hold them over. But we American's live in a "instant gratification" world, and I want my free stuffs now!
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Quote:....So much win.Originally Posted by SirFrederick
Hubris fails to destroy? Hubris as a pet? Divine punishment for Hubris? My Brute, Lord Hubris, is worried by this conversation.
(Incidentally, you can meet him and his Dickensian sidekick, The Chimneysweep, in AE Arc "The Steaming of the Punks.") -
Can someone explain to me a feasible way to 'allow higher level powers' on a lower level character? Who picks? The player? That seems unlikely. The computer? Thats bound to cause cries of "I didn't want those powers!" Why did it give me Handclap?!" Are they slotted? If so, how? If they aren't slotted, again people will complain that it's 'unfair'.
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I think it's WAI that the two VG pieces mesh together, and it looks fine to me personally. It makes it look more like a part of the whole helmet, rather than the seperate detail that the non-heavy armorued VG troops have.
And, really, it's not the worst culprit out there. A whole swathe of costume pieces clip, some of them much, much worse than others sadly. -
Quote:So making the trials even less friendly to MMs, who already get the short end of the stick?Originally Posted by Celestial_Lord
It seems the key to a smooth BAF is to limit it to 16 players (two teams), and no pets.
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Quote:^^^ THIS. This NAOW!Originally Posted by Lewisite
Why not just have the pet enhancements a passive ability that just makes your pets summon equipped -- like NPC MM's do. MM primaries are too end-heavy in general anyway.
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Quote:GiggityOriginally Posted by DarkGob
So you're saying that in order for us to get access to her costume, Mother Mayhem would have to lose hers? I'm not seeing a downside here.
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Quote:Letting go of the whip, the Tanker turned his attention to the opponent in front of him. Vice-like the creatures grip might have been, but it was clearly not having the effect one would expect on a normal human.Originally Posted by DeviousMe
Independence Port
Too little, too late. The average Cerosian's strength already outclassed just about any non-super human, even those of natural origin in 'peak physical condition', and the wielder of this whip was certainly no exception. His Kazbek only further compounded the problem, turning the gap between the Protector's strength and his own into a veritable Grand Canyon. Without direct aid, the Protector would not escape the burning whip - not before he ended up in the demon's grasp, anyway. The Defender's darkness didn't really seem to bother it. Sure, it spat a cone of soul-chilling frost in return, along with a baleful bellow, but that seemed to stem more from annoyance than deep injury.
The Summoner didn't keep his cool quite so well unfortunately, hauled off his feet and off the wharf by the fire blast, a flailing mass of limbs as he hit the water below. He stopped again a moment later though, noting with surprise that though he was sinking, he was pretty much okay. This Kazbek armor was tough stuff. The MPDAS sensors hadn't even logged anything greater than design parameters. He began to wonder if the rumors were true.
Back on the quay, his tailless comrade appeared to have no such trepidations. When the Scrappers closed, the armored individual merely tucked the unconscious SWAT officer under an arm and endeavored to give the first a boot to the head that would've made Chuck Norris proud, aiming directly for the Protector's opaque faceplate. Regrettably, that that didn't much motivate his spine-studded fellow to back down.
The slash went from stem clear across to sternum, leaving a long, nasty gouge in the formerly so artfully painted composite. There didn't seem to be any blood though, and it looked to have more ticked off rather than slow down its wearer, the second slash ending in a snapped-off spine in the Esertosian's four-fingered hand rather than dragging another gash into the armor.
Half a second later, it came for its former owner's right lung like a jet-propelled Malaysian dagger...
Of course, anyone who knew anything about the Paragon Protectors shouldn't have expecting anything 'normal'.
The Tanker pulled back an energy cloaked fist and smashed the thing straight in the face, the other hand grappling with the creatures grip. He punched again, and aimed to continue doing so.
Meanwhile, the Esertosian's kick only found thin air instead of it's intended target. The female Scrapper backflipped twice more, landing on her feet before charging once more, claws raised.
Her male counterpart staggered back, the snapped spine embedded in his chest. He stayed stooped for a moment, before straightening and yanking the barb from his torso and throwing it aside, the visible wound already receeding as flesh and muscle knitted back together.
"That it?" he asked in a clipped monotone, the first words spoken by any of the five.
The Protectors closed in around the two crew members remaining on the queyside, and the demon. Without a word they swapped positions, the fire Blaster and claws Scrapper moving other to be closer to the demon, while the dark Defender and spines Scrapper were closer to the crew members.
"Surrender...or die."
((Sets;
Invul/EM Tanker
Claws/SR Scrapper
Spines/Regen Scrapper
Fire/Fire Blaster
Dark/Dark Defender)) -
/Signed. I'm actually amazed that this didn't happen when other changes went through...AND then the damn NPCs got this ability for free, thank YOU god damned Freaks and PPD Peacebringers!
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I think Dechs means that, if pets were all in one power, then having a few killed would be even more dilapidating than the current setup.
Honestly, I'd really rather have my old power up powers back. Yes, the ST ones that you had to apply manually.
And I shall explain why.
1) They were ST and as such cos a LOT less end, and recharged faster. Losing 1-2 pets was no issue, because it was easy to resummon and upgrade, whereas now it's a trade off between having most of your primary back OR losing 3/4 of your end bar.
2) Besides the start of missions, they really did not take that long. In fact, it was nearly as fast on Alpha, my Bots/Traps MM, because I could stack the two upgrades on a pet at the same time, effectively making the cast time of one apply two upgrades, meaning, once I'd cycled through my pets, I was done. I don't know wether that was unique to Bots or not, however.
3) Possible tactical use. Ok, yes, this one is a little sketchy, because I never used it before. But I could see use in, say, Lambda where I might want to buff my Assault and P-bots, but couldnt be bothered with the ever-dead Drones. Being able to pick who to buff and when means I get to keep more of my end bar.
So, eh, might just be me. But I'm still hating the cost of using, y'know, the main freaking tool of my primary. -
Quote:"Cowardly Decepticreep!" Silver shouted after her, rolling upright as he transformed and firing a few shots at her retreating tail-end, before turning back to the situation on the ground. The SWAT forces were still engaging Lusca and looking set to fire on the Gonarov buggy, while the Protectors were attacking the crew, their leader digging his heels in and hauling back against the Cerosian's attempts to drag him closer.Originally Posted by Dr_Mechano
Skycracker was smacked to one side, sent hurtling through some cargo containers by the tentacle smash.
"Command, they've got a giant Octopus, you know what, I'm getting the frak out of here."
She picked herself up, "see you later squishies...I'll be back!"
Jumping into the air and transforming into her jet mode she fired her afterburners and burned it into the sky.
"Hoo boy...what a mess..."
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"Skycracker movements; noted. Transmitting co-ordinates; for secure landing zone. Stealth field or similar; advised. Command; Out."
Half the city away, a communicator buzzed. The Crey scientist turned his head, reaching down and picking it up. He read the message quickly, before huffing and shoving the device into a labcoat pocket.
"This is Firenze, Strike teams one and two are to meet me ASAP for a mission to Boomtown, main highway. Move it!" he snapped over the base comms, smirking to himself as he headed out. It seemed things were about to get even more fun. -
Frag almighty, just ditch the damn 'participation' junk already. TFs and SFs have worked just fine and dandy for years without interferance from a dumb machine, why the hell implement something like this now, of all times?
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Quote:No. It's the opinion of a bunch of other people who also posted in those threads.Originally Posted by Cold_X
I'm not going to burrow through a crap ton of YOUR posts to again read YOUR opinion, which was based on YOU thinking that you don't need to buff all the time. Unless you are playing at +4 against every enemy group without anyone dying or being slowed down, then no one has room to talk.
It's more efficient. There has not been a single valid reason why the ideas I posted couldn't be implemented.
As a Mastermind who got smacked with the 'easier' PbAoE Pet Buff 'improvement', my opinion is that any suggestions for AoE being implemented on other buffs can go die in the dark where it belongs. Being drained of endurance every two powers is not fun.
So, yes, you are touting your single opinion as some sort of divine 'right' and fact. I'd advise you stop. -
I just wish they'd remove the damn inf cost from the shard->thread conversion. Thanks for giving me stuff in regular content that is 100% useless to me unless I pay cold hard cash to upgrade it. Gee, great idea...
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/Signed. I know the mission Roderick mentions, and ye GODS that thing was ugly! 'Depowered' Destroyers my backside, those things hit brawl on perma-spam with typical unnering accuracy for Praet mobs. On a Kin/SR scrapper I had to kite the entire mission using only the cone Burst. If I hadn't had that, I'd have been doomed.
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/Signed. Want most of the animations the NPCs have but we (still) don't have...
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Quote:Originally Posted by DeviousMe
Independence Port
Half a second later, the man got his wish, though probably not in the way he'd expected. Yanked clean off his feet by a sudden, tremendously forceful tug, he sailed through the air past his comrades like a speeding bullet, directly toward the widespread silver claws of the armored crewman's other hand, palm open and sinister-looking fingers curled forward like some sort of diabolical catcher's mitt.
Being a member of the GONAROV's Cerosian complement, the Summoner hadn't been sure how to react to the Paragon Protector catching a whip of such otherworldly fire. Even the rapid, wordless exchange with his tailless companion awarded by his link implant couldn't bridge that delay. Once he'd been advised though, he had no reason whatsoever to remain inactive.
And neither did the forces at his call.
But if the Protector expected that hand to catch him, he was sorely mistaken. Oh, something was there to catch him alright, but it wasn't the hand. Its purpose was but to call that something - and it came stante pede.
The cold, biting nimbus of Hell's very deepest reaches enveloped the man in near-simultaneity with the heavily muscled, sinewy arms of the hulking demon that had veritably coalesced into being right before him, the fiery strand that so speedily hauled him through the air going straight through the great beast's gut, its body seeming to offer no resistance whatsoever to the burning strand.
It did, however, offer plenty of resistance to his.
That didn't go to say the demon intended to crush him, though. On the contrary. The Summoner's comrade had replied with something along the lines of there being no need for them to be picky with which of these humans they abducted. One was as good as another. Thus the demon's objective was merely the same as what the Cerosian's shipmate had been: to try and grab a hold...and then squeeze the air from the man's lungs.
As to why said tailless comrade had passed this off to the demon, well that was quite simple: they still needed a one of the signal-sending communications units these guys carried. With the Cerosian's whip occupied elsewhere, his fellow crewman took a more direct approach to 'obtaining' the SWAT officer who carried one.
A dash and a choke hold...
There was a split second of pause, before the Protector squad charged after their leader as one, the Blaster and Defender firing blasts of fire and darkness at the summoner and demon, while the twin Scrappers turned their attention to the others.
The SWAT teams, meanwhile, were divided between Lusca and, as three of them armed grenade launchers, the crewmens parked vehicle... -
We're just that dern old
....Now git orf mah lawn! -
The SWAT officers swung with somewhat unnatural unison to open direct fire on Lusca's flailing limbs, although that didn't stop several from being swatted around like bowling pins. A good few of them began aiming at Mirel herself, her interferance more than apparent.
The silver-clawed soldiers whip, however, met firmer resistance, as instead of finding one of the likely manipulated SWAT officers, it found itself caught in the glowing grip of the lead Protector. The man wound the whips length around his forearm twice, as the other four members of his group started to advance steadily, before he began to try and turn the tables, instead pulling the whips owner closer
With his passenger gone, Silver sped up, driving towards Skycracker herself, intent on getting to grips with the Decepticon mano el mano... -
Quote:The SWAT officers were all human, although there was something strangely 'off' about them. What it was would likely require a bit more study. The clearest signal, to an intense scan, was the oddly steady heart-rates. While it would be usual for trained officers to be more used to certain situations, there would still be varying levels of bravado, gung-ho, adrenaline and attempted calm throughout. Now, however, the pulsese were, while pumped like a human in action, oddly in similar sync. Not totally, but enough to raise notice.Originally Posted by DeviousMe
The immaterial reaction, however, was speedier than the blink of any eye, and the Protectors, SWAT officers, and even the vans and every little bit of gear they carried was all at once subject to intense scrutiny.
Were the foreign signals floating around controlling these people? Were they even still people? Or had they never been to begin with, their nature merely one of drone order takers built to abide and obey?
What were they? And where was that signal coming from? Steel Canyon? Kings Row? Or somewhere else entirely...?
The Paragon Protectors were much harder to read, given they all had varying signals from their powers and suits. They did have a minute trace of the foreign signal, however, not enough to trace or track of even interlink with - they were on some sort of secure band - but it was there.
The signal as a whole was a scrambled mess, for the most part. Origin seemed to come in fragments, and from even comms units nearby, far and everything inbetween. Whoever was behind it was taking no chances, and definitely knew their stuff when it came to black ops level field comms. It'd take a far more intense study to lock it down and trace it, let alone crack the language...
Unless Quicksilver could help. The Autobot landed on the bank in a skid, still dripping. One of the doors popped open.
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While not 100% perfect, it still sounds a lot better than the 'random' (read: Broken) junk thats in place at the moment. And that alone would encourage team work and 'participation' far more than the current way.
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Quote:Originally Posted by DLancer
Every Freedom Phalanx TF needs to get a revamp along the lines of the Positron TF. Currently they are full of fluff, uninteresting missions and dull and disappointing storylines.^ These. /SignedQuote:Originally Posted by Blood_Beret
Most Blue side needs a revamp. That is why I play primarily redside.
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/Signed
I want to be able to make proper mobs. Y'know, ones with Brawl, some armour and a mix of ranged/melee attacks.
I'd like to make MM AVs that aren't pitifully easy because the pets die in seconds, they have no armour and no decent personal attacks (and STILL don't have god damn traps!
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I'd like to make AVs that can use a ranged weapon AND martial arts moves, without having to sacrifice their entire defense and resistance option. Malestrom can do it, why can't we? -
Quote:"Uh...not really. Tell you what, I'll drive us back up to the surface and get outta the pond, you deal with that thing once we're clear, ok?" Silver replied, as he spun in a 360 and aimed upwards for the surface, hoping to use his momentum to blast clean out onto the queyside.Originally Posted by Omega_Chief
Independance Port, Underwater, Near Lusca
Mirels expression drooped, the cigar still in her mouth, this realm was really starting to test her patience.
Well this will get interesting, issue number one being that if I hop off your back the Charm keeping you just fine in the water is going to vanish, so well have to be creative here
Once again she sat upright, moving to stand on her feet as she eyed up the looming monster in front of them.
Okay, heres the plan, drive directly above it, get it to surface so youre on the things head, then Ill leap off and try to tame it, then make it fling you and the girl right back to dry land, sound good?
Intruiged by the shiny silver shape, Lusca followed, tentacles drifting out after the retreating Autobot.
Quote:Originally Posted by Dr_Mechano
Skycracker's missiles detonated in the water like depth charges, sending concussive blasts through the water but thanks to both Quicksilver diving AND the fact they weren't heat seeking failed to do any damage.
The warning coming up on her HUD that there were multiple missiles incoming from all different angles, firing off Chaff to distract the missiles and the rail cannon just missing...just.
"Oh Frak this noise..."
She cut her engines and begun to drop out of the sky, transforming midfall, the two large jet engines turning into a jetpack, arms and legs folding out of the side of the Blackbird and her head flipping up from within the back area of the aircraft, the curves of the Blackbird allowed her a more femine form.
She waited for just the right moment and refired the engines, catching herself from hitting the water, she may not be as aerodynamic in this form but she was still fast, skimming across the water and now aiming towards the small creatures that had tried to bombard her with mini-missiles.
"Command, I request backup, I have multiple hostiles, the Autobot has a lot of help!"A wall of fire roared across the path of the missiles, blasts of energy following any that got through. The blue and yellow Paragon Protector squad hovered down to land.Quote:Originally Posted by DeviousMe
Independence Port
Down on the wharf, said 'small creatures' hadn't been idle either. On the contrary. When they'd seen that the EMP bursts of their missiles had no effect on Skycracker, the two had immediately reset the launchers. By now, the light weapons had already resolved a new batch of projectiles, which in turn meant they were once more fully armed and ready to fire.
So they did.
And as Skycracker aimed at the wharf, the wharf protested. Another missile barrage screeched through the night at the Decepticon, and this time they packed enough high-explosive yield to blow a set and cured cement truck halfway across Canada - before it had to worry about the sticky, toxic, and quite caustic elements of those missiles' detonations...
The leader was clearly a Tank class, fists pulsing with energy. The man to his right was the fireball throwing pyro Blaster class, while the woman to his left had hands cloaked in dark energy, possibly a Defender. The woman on the far right and the man on the far left wer both clearly Scrappers, the woman armed with twin claws, the man's body already erupting into toxin covered spines.
As if that wasn't enough, the SWAT vans caught up, unloading the men within. They formed up silently, everyone of them hidden behind helmets, gas masks and goggles. They moved silently, without orders, somewhat unnerving and a little inhuman for it...
They also all had their weapons trained on the missile launcher team.
++"Backup supplied, local forces fit for purpose. Referring command protocols to vox pattern, subjects should now be compliant. Resistance, futile. Terminate, with prejudice."++
((I am now unable to post for about a week, so this may cause problems ^^; may need to request a pause for a lil' while.))