Zortel

Masochica seems to be going that way, random name and concept I threw together just because I wanted a Spines/Regen Scrapper, she developed into a very nuts, if very friendly Isles girl who was the victim of mad science in an attempt to treat her of a disease that was turning her to bone. The fact she likes to bounce around the city in a jester outfit also helps matters.

That's some mighty fine work you've done there, you trying to steal my fluff title now?! :P

A very awesome drawing of my character, thank you LJ, and thanks to the commissioner too, you know who you are.

As the owner of the character (but not the comissioner, that goes to a friend of mine) I have to say this: I'm looking forwards to it however it turns out, whatever modifications are made.

And yes, it is some of the Witch Outfit, with shoulder leaves. Dinah 'Alraune' Ewers is a human, modified by a plant symbiont.

The issues of alternate universes and multiverses comes up most in roleplaying? :P

Several of my characters have interactions with such, either from being power-hungry, socially minded scientists (Give them a wave, Zortel!), a fixed point in the fabric of time and space with a robotic body built around it (Take a bow, Number Nine!), a dimension hopping tourist with a sweet hat and nice boots (Lady Miller, you go girl!) and so on. :P

"I object to the term 'cyber-psycho', Nitoichi." BODICIA said with a huff. "But yes, it was essentially that." Ducking down under one of the counters, BODICIA filled a Unity Vigil Swag bag with some goodies for Joanna. Satisfied that it was loaded to the brim with goods, the gynoid got back up and held it out towards Joanna. "Cables of red and case LEDs of blue, your specifications are outstanding, so this gift is for you." She spoke just below the noise of the crowd, mostly only audible to Ni and Joanna.

As BODICIA took Annette's autograph book, the blonde gynoid procured a pen and started to move her hand in a similiar way to one of the old fashioned printers, creating a black rectangle with her name in uninked white, along with the Unity Vigil logo.

Behind her, one of the android Vigilants, a man with dark skin and dreadlocks perked up, his voice shifting to the feminine tones of BODICIA. "H, Richie, I am glad you two could make it. Cauter has gone off to get coffee and talk to an engineering-minded young woman, so we could use some help meeting, greeting and talking with the crowd. Especially if any teenagers are here interested in joining the New Vigilants. Plus, you have to admit Richie, that the Travolta dance move look -does- suit you."

BODICIA passed back the autograph book to Annette. "It is a shame they would not let me bring Noodles in. He could have given a paw print. Apparently-" her voice started to shift to a more malevolent one when she realised some robosexually-minded man in his twenties had a hand on her rear. "The organizers of this convention did not f-f-feel that it was-was-was NeCessarY to pRoviD-d-d-e mE with accESs to-to-to the o-o-ONE living c-c-reaTURe that c-c-can reSTRaIn m-m-me from oblitERATinG thE f-f-foolish man wHo th-th-thiiiiinks he caN lay his-his-his PATHETIC putrid-rid-rid haNDs on mY DIviNE MAjeSty."

Whirling around to face the now trembling man, BODICIA puffed herself up, her costume starting to break away with her skin as she unfolded her arms and upper chest, revealing power cables pulsing with energy and a selection of energy-based weaponry. "FLeE, you pa-pa-pathETIC mmmmEATBaG!"

With a shriek, the man grasped his bag and made a run for it, sobbing and crying as he did so. With a satisfied little nod, BODICIA dropped out of combat mode and turned to the people around her, putting on a big, happy smile. "I am not fond of those who take liberties with my chassis. And I do so looooooove to do that to that sort of person." She added with what could almost be considered a shudder of pleasure.

"... So, where were we? You can come if you wish today, Annette. I would be happy for the company here."

BODICIA looked up from her game of pattycake with a young girl in a pushchair. "Ah, Shadowe and friends. Making quite and impression as well, I see." Rising up gracefully, BODICIA stretched her neck, rotating her head a little before smiling. "Cauter has gone off to gather coffee and inquire about specs with a young woman, but Rushmore is here. Currently with Annette hanging off him."

Tilting her head slightly to the side, BODICIA accessed the scheduled appearance list for the Unity Vigil. "In thirteen minutes fifty seven seconds the following heroes are due to arrive: Cindersnap," There was a cheer, and some fangirlish squealing from the fans nearby. "Carrying on, along with Cindersnap we can expect Alraune and Madame Midknight." Some wolf whistles this time.

"Or, you could get a signature from me. I am not a hero though. I just monitor them twenty four seven three six five always vigilant always helpful and always excellent. It's how I roll."

The sculpted, magical-spandex clad rear of Rushmore was mostly muscle, rather hard, but the pinch still made him gasp, going wide eyed for the camera as one of the Vigilants manning it took the picture.

"Hey, the federal state of my rear is a no-grope zone without clearance, and the head of the Federal Comission is -real- tetchy about who gets clearance." Rushmore chided Annette, before grinning. "And just a little bigger."

Cauter could be heard just behind them. "The T-90 power cells are all well and good. In children's toys!"

"But the recharge speeds-" A girl started to argue back, before being interrupted.

"Yes, but the CDX-1100 holds more of a charge for much longer, without much more weight and size. I'd rather hold more for longer than less for a quicker recharge." Cauter replied.

"What about a mix of fast and slow power cells?" A man piped up.

"No, you'd need to add more weight in for the switching relays, plus the T-90 takes... a... different... charge." Cauter and the girl both said at the same time, looking at each other.

"I need coffee. Does anyone else need coffee?" Cauter asked out loud, before looking to the girl. "Do you? I mean, I could use a hand bringing them over too..."

"I can do with coffee." The girl said, nodding rather quickly.

"Same here, Cauter. I'll cover for you." Rushmore said, before grinning at Annette as the pair headed off, talking with animated hand movements. "... Well, didn't expect that."

Rushmore looked to Lance and smiled. "Hey, we help because we can."

Cauter nodded. "Well, in my case I help because it's the only thing I'm good at, stuck in this tin can.

Rushmore waved some children (and older fans too) off before stretching a little, his costume showing off the ripples of magic-given muscles underneath. The transformation turned the young man into a very tall wall of patriotic power. "Way I see it, I can take a rocket to the chest. Lots of people can't. If it has to hit me to stop it from hitting others? I'll man it up and take the shot."

The plates of armour on Cauter's suit shifted as he exposed his fire-fighting equipment, nozzles hidden under his wristguards. "And I do my time with the Fire Department. The suit's designed to not only fight crime, but fight fire if it happens."

The pair offered their hands to Lance for a handshake, before Rushmore looked to Annette. "I think I can find the strength to sign my name for you, lovely lady." He grinned. "Photo too? No kisses though. My girlfriend will send me to the moon otherwise."

"Oh fine, you get the pretty young woman. I'll go see to these other fans." Cauter laughs, turning to the crowd following her. "Morning boys! Any of you want to discuss tech specs?"

The Unity Vigil had, like some of the larger supergroups, several tables in a small section for themselves. There were flatscreen monitors displaying information about the group and it's teen training division, the New Vigilants. There were cut outs. There was a table manned by one of the Vigilant gynoids with shelves full of action figures of some of the group. Posters and stickers and bumper stickers were all for sale, along with any other paraphernalia the average hero fan could want.

In the middle of the section stood Jamie Mathews. Well, more to the point, his super-powered alter ego, Rushmore. Clad in blue and white spandex with red and white armour, the blond man grinned as he looked at the plastic and cardboard box containing his figurine.

"Fabric cape, comes with an earth shield and hammer, fully poseable?! I know what some cousins of mine are getting for Christmas!" He grinned, turning the box over to read the back.

"Mrs Rolando did a good job of the merchandise." Lance Silverstone nodded, clad in the red and gold power armour of the Burning Sensation, Cauter. His action figure had a removable helmet, flame streak missiles from his gauntlets, and a fabric cape too. "Funny thing is, if I took the helmet off and threw fire out like that, I'd probably catch fire and die."

"Well, they're toys. They're not supposed to be fully accurate." Rushmore laughed. "Here, this is my blurb. 'Empowered by the Spirit of America, Rushmore fought crime in his home state of South Dakota before coming to Paragon City to hone his skills. A valuable member of the New Vigilants, he stands ready to face down the toughest foes with his mastery over the earth. Get ready to rock with Rushmore'. It's freaking awesome!"

Lance looked over at Rushmore. "... We can't really get them out of the box here, can we?"

"... I'll tell Joanna that I'm heading down the gym when I get back, we meet up in the briefing room in the tower and we totally unbox these bad boys." Rushmore grinned.

BODICIA looked at the pair and shook her head. "I cannot quite believe I am hearing this from stalwart defenders of the city. ... Wait, yes. I can. Anyway. The fans approach. Stop playing with yourselves and go and greet them." The gynoid commanded with a sigh, even as the AI multi-tasked in arranging the appearance schedule for the other heroes, displaying them on one of the screens.

"Look, it's Rushmore!" A group of pre-teen children called out, dragging their minder over. "Cauter too!"

Rushmore looked to Cauter and extended his hand, fist clenched. "You ready to do this?"

Cauter bumped his fist against Rushmore's. "Damn right I am."

With a nod, Rushmore turned to the kids and grinned. "That's right! Though if either of us have to fly off at some point, well, I don't think even villains stop for Capecon."

"Hopefully not now, cause I see your own personal protector there has a camera." Cauter says, kneeling down. "So, who's up for some photos with us?"

The resounding chorus of 'Me! Me! Me!' from the kids made Rushmore laugh. "I have the best job in the world." He thought to himself, even as he easily scooped two of the kids up in his arms, starting to float off the ground for the camera.

((Unity Vigil/New Vigilant Action Figures and other merchandise are opt in, with profits going towards the group for upkeep, paying allowance and so forth.))

Rushmore is indeed a Stone/Stone/Earth Tanker. With that name how can he not be?

His real name is Jamie Mathews, he gained his powers from the Spirit of America on a class visit to Mount Rushmore, and he can only transform when on American soil. He transforms by lifting his hand to the sky and shouting "America, GIVE ME STRENGTH!"

((This story deals with some of the fallout of Ravenswing's story 'Decisions of Import', and all characters are used with permission. Because if I didn't I'd be a very naughty girl.))

The sound of an intercom buzzing was one of the more obnoxious sounds ever to be attributed to a mechanical device. That's what property and development mogul Shay Bennet thought as his thumb rested on the button for Apartment 16A. A small tag next to the button proclaimed the owner as simply being 'A. K.'.

With no response, the dark skinned man stepped back to the edge of the pavement, sitting back on the bonnet of his blue Ford GT500. His fingers scratched idly at the dark hair on his chin as he gazed up at the quite expensive sixteen floor building in Founders Falls, situated at a nice spot by the river. Within five minutes walking distance were a wide range of restaurants, boutiques and any number of famous celebrities or heroes that called Founders their home. Even his own place was quite close by.

He'd not heard from Anastasia Kade since the funeral of one of the newest girls to join her modelling agency. That worried him a bit, especially knowing her past, and doing his research on the girl. There were points where his life crossed over with that of Azure Arrow, the second generation crime fighter from L.A. This was one of those times.

Police files were investigated.

Family and friend details looked into.

Even some basic psychoanalysis, always handy for dealing usually with the criminal mind.

The girl, Claire, had been the daughter of one of her close friends. Wanted to model, and Anna was picked to be the safe bet to look after her. Use her agency to show her the ropes. All good there. Till she was abducted from a beach in Rio. The crime reports were particularly grim reading, as was toxicology and autopsy. Beaten, abused, drugged. Died from an overdose. She was going to blame herself, Shay knew that much.

Taking a deep breath, he adjusted his sunglasses and tugged on the back of his carefully cornrowed hair before heading to the intercom again. That obnoxious sound rang from his end and the panel in her apartment again. If there wasn't anything this time... well, he had lockpicks hidden away in the car. Tucked under the seat in a hidden compartment. Along with a spring loaded glass breaker, battering ram, and a first aid kit. His papa always said be prepared.

“Go away.” The muffled sound came from the speaker. Tired. Possibly a bit drunk. Or hungover.

“Anna, it's me.” Shay spoke, his thumb moving from the 16A button to the slightly worn 'Talk' button. He then realised that intercom systems not having the greatest sound, he should probably add in some form of identification. “It's Shay.”

“... I don't want to see anyone at the moment, Shay. Just-”

“No, hear me out Anna. Please.” Shay said, keeping his thumb on the talk button. “I know what happened in Rio, and I'm sorry. And I know you're going to be blaming yourself. Hell, I would. There wasn't anything you could have done about it, but you're going to be feeling that it is down to you. That's just how things are with us. I just want you to know that if there's something I can do, whatever, just ask about it. And... I have something to give you, and no, it's not related at all to what today is.” Pausing for a moment, Shay took a breath before continuing. “So I just want to come in, give it to you... just see how you're holding up. Okay?”

Moving his thumb away, he waited for a response. It came in the form of the click of the door unlocking. Breathing a little sigh of relief, Shay pushed the heavy door open with his shoulder and waved over to the car.



Anastasia Kade wrapped the black silk dressing gown around her body as she made her way to the door. Her blonde hair was a bit of a mess, having woken late and generally not been that bothered about it, and her eyes were red from crying. During one of the fleeting periods free of tears, she pondered just how much more she could actually cry out. The knocks to the apartment door came again, a quick succession of raps. Steeling herself, she drew in a breath and opened the door.

Shay took up a fair bit of the doorway, the muscled African-American resting his hands on either side of the door frame. As usual, he had a pair of dark sunglasses, and less usual was the serious expression on his face. Usually he was all smiles for her. His dress sense was still the same though. Designer jeans, top brand name shirt and a stylish Italian jacket.

“What is it, Shay?” Anna asked, wanting to go and slump back down or soak away the feelings in a too-hot bath.

He still said nothing, before stepping slowly to the side. Anna's eyes widened.

Behind him stood her adopted daughter, Jessica. The perky, excitable girl was dressed in a pink top and denim shorts, her mass of blonde hair carefully tied back in a ponytail. As soon as Shay was out of the way she was moving in for hugs, enveloping her mother in her tanned and rather muscled arms, lifting her up for a big hug. Jessica was 'special'. Born of nanomites constructing a person from base parts and molecules. Always loving, always happy, and a friendly face around Unity Tower, where she worked in the kitchens helping to feed the hungry heroes.

And Shay had gotten her here on Valentine's.

“Mother, I'm so sorry!” Jessica apologized, swinging her gently in the hug as she did so, soon finding her mothers arms wrapping around her.

“Jess... thank you. And thanks, Shay...” Anna was able to get out, before cuddling the girl close with her head buried on her shoulder.

Shay just shook his head. “It was nothing, Anna... I've got to get going, but if you need anything, just call, okay?” He watched Anna nod into Jess' shoulder and smiled. Tucking hands into his pockets, he turned and made his way back down the corridor to the waiting elevator.

He had some things to take care of that night.



Sally Robinson was freezing her *** off on a street corner in Kings Row, under one of the sprawling bridges. Standing close to the edge of the pavement, each passing car was the hope of a john, and the chance to get out of the cold for a bit and get some money in her pockets. Her 'uniform', if you could call it that, wasn't the warmest, and Rhode Island was, in her opinion, as 'frigid as a nun' this time of year.

Shuffling from high-heeled foot to high-heeled foot, she took the lapse in traffic to rub and blow into her hands. Something you can't normally do when posing for the window shoppers. Got to be all provocative and sensual, cold or no.

Glancing up the road at the sound of something, Sally had to blink. It was only a cape. A cape on a bike, with a huge rucksack on his back. One of the fancy, high tech military kinds. Black and blue, same as the guy was dressed in. Definitely a guy from the muscles on him, tight spandex or something.

Probably off on some mission or something, he wouldn't-

“Evening girl.” He called out, coming to a gentle stop on his bike. He had a friendly wave, and for some reason she noticed that not only did he have a helmet on, but also all the right lights and high-vis bike markings. She was still on edge though. Capes were another thing when it came to johns, and she heard stories of their 'tastes'.

“Evening...” Sally replied cautiously, rubbing her hands together as she looked over the man some more. Tactical pouches dotted his costume in places, And there was what looked like a quiver, and some kind of special bow in a compact holster. “What d'you want?”

“Just out on patrol is all. You warm enough, girl? And that's rude of me. Name's Arrow. Azure Arrow. And you?” He laughed at himself, a deep laugh at that, to go with his voice. Almost like one of those Motown singers.

“Sally. And could always do with some warming company.” She offered a quick smile on autopilot, before blinking. “I mean... just forget I said that.”

“No worries, no interest here, just doing my rounds, thought I'd bring some extra in case I came across... what's the in term at the moment, Sally?”

Sally couldn't help but laugh a bit. “Let's go with hired company. I'd feel weird calling myself a who-”

“I get it, I get it. Anyway, here.” Azure Arrow reached into his pack and drew out a small silvery bundle, tied up with a weird gel strip. “Take this.”

Still a little cautious, in spite of his friendly nature, Sally took the package. “What is it?”

“Foil blanket, warming gel strip, two disposable Thermos flasks full of water, got some tea, coffee and soup sachets in there, and a sandwich. Plus there's a micro LED torch and a map to some shelters and such in this area.” Arrow sat up a bit on his bike, stretching his arms out. “You know of any other girls in the area? Or guys for that matter. I'm almost done with my patrols tonight, but... just want to make sure, y'know?”

“Oh... oh, thanks! And there's Blake and Carl, they tend to hang around by the corner of third and Industrial Way, and Martha should be the other bridge up. Most of the who- … company for hire has more sense to be indoors.” Sally's eyes narrowed a little. “What's all this for, anyway? You look like a hero, got the gear, but you're pedalling about handing out care packages?”

Azure Arrow laughed that deep laugh of his. “All good questions, Sally. Heroes don't just fight crime, you know. Though I do a fair share of that. The bike? Eco-friendly, easy to carry, gets me some exercise too. All the running around you need to do in this city, God knows I need it. And the care packages? Well... it's tough out here on the streets. Gotta have someone looking out for you. All sorts about, after all...” The hero trailed off for a moment, shaking his head.

“Anyway, you best wrap up warm, get something hot in you, and if you get the feeling that something is going to go down, you know-”

“Woman's intuition?” Sally asked, tearing off the heating gel strip, which already started to activate as the chemicals mixed. She let the old joke about 'something hot inside you' pass.

“Call it that if you want. But there's some places nearby listed on the sheet you can crash at if needed.” Glancing to his wrist, the hero checked his watch, before taking out a small bag and passing it over. Sally looked curiously at the contents, several foil packages, before looking up at Arrow.

“You a Sex Ed counselor too now?”

“Call it risk management, Sal. You don't want to roll some of those dice. Just ain't worth it.” Azure Arrow said quietly, before putting one of his feet back on the pedal. “Anyway. Got to get going now. You take care out here, 'kay?”

“Sure... thanks again, Arrow.”

The hero on the bike gave a quick wave to her, before quickly checking this way and that. With the all clear, he started to pedal on. This wasn't going to win any war, nor was it going to bring Claire back. But, as his old man said to him when he was growing up, 'You've got to help where you can.'

And to Shay, that's what made him take up the mantle.

To me, a Vigilante is someone that fights for justice (or what they perceive as such) without involving the law enforcement agencies of the country they fight in. This may subsequently be classed as an illegal action, but they'll carry on for what they believe is for the greater good.

They may utilize extreme actions to get their point across, or as a tool of fear and a deterrent. Execution may also be a tool if they feel that 'the system doesn't work' or that the criminal would be out soon to reoffend, or never convicted in the first place.

I'd say that killing doesn't necessarily count in tipping someone from Hero to Vigilante. A hero may have to kill, and it should be something they'd only consider as a last resort. Granted Zortel is not the most heroic of heroes (She'd love to take over the world, make it into her vision and colonize the solar system.) but the few times she has taken a life (That wasn't Rikti) it's been for reasons such as "This thing is going to kill me/my team mates first.)

Alraune is more of a Vigilante. She works for a hero group as counselor, but undertakes black ops missions at the behest of the group's AI dealing with threats and situations that other, more heroic heroes might not stomach. When you're plugged into the Internet and always a searching, it's easy to find the darker side of humanity and deal with that in meatspace, as it were.

Interestingly, that's something Annette is aware of, and she even offered to cover when Alraune was pregnant with her first child.

The link for this one be broken, Birdy, thankfully the other story is now fixed linkwise.

[EDIT] Aha, was able to get to it from the other link, good story, and damnit writers envy. :<

Things I notice, playing both WoW and CoH:

Story Arcs and TF's really should have more imagination and work put into the maps. Hess is a good example for this, though even that could do with some work nowdays. Those Midnighter Missions where you have to go to that radio station? It's another bloody office map. Nothing radio about it. They might as well just warp you to a big box room and have the enemy groups port in, because the surroundings have nothing to do with the mission.

If CoH had the Villain style Story Arcs, with interesting maps in, and the TF's were unique mapped wiht interesting gameplay elements, I know I'd be much more interested to run them.

Interactive items in this game don't tend to come in many forms. Find glowy, click glowy, sometimes destroy glowy, or bring character to glowy.

Where is the shutting down a power supply to lower a Council Base's defenses? Or they could raise the bar with say, a hacking mini-game to get into a vault to steal riches while your villain friends hold off the attacking guards.

That's what I find interesting and not repetitive. So YMMV, IMO and all other disclaimers in acronym form.

The city streets are boring as well, they could add more character, mini events and street missions that weren't hunt x, or hunt x in y. One mission has you defeat 20 villains to get a clue. Why 20? Maybe the first one squeals?

I always remember my first instance in WoW, Deadmines, where you came across a locked door, and a Rogue could either pick the lock, or you could find some gunpowder and blow the door with a cannon. That stuck with me.

BODICIA's avatar shifts to that of a small section of ceiling, a hole in the middle with a Corgi's head peering out of it. "i r ceiling corgi. i r evar vigilant, arf arf. i can haz rite 2 watch."

"The deal was regarding a plea bargain involving protection, a new identity and immunity from prosecution in exchange for information on the invasions. A member of Longbow was on the scene to try and draw a reasonable deal out and follow correct channels. The Priest however... one moment. Here is but a small selection of quotes."

One by one, avatar files were downloaded into the room around BODICIA's chair, each stating something different.

"That's it. I'm getting tired of this. If this pawn doesn't talk, I'm blasting."

"Yeah well certain things I can get away with out of the red and white. Like breaking your head so hard against my fist you spend the rest of your miserable life drooling on feaces in a mental home!"

"Come on, let me break this guy. Nothing he can tell us that we need anyway. We'll learn everything in due time, namely when we win the war!"

BODICIA dismisses the avatars. "I can provide audio-visual data from a security feed over the Siren's Call area during the fight, and there is an incident when Pious hits the villain who had surrendered, stating that it made him 'feel better' and attempting to intimidate others into taking his side of 'nothing happened' when Molly Longstaff and the Longbow Agent Miranda Wong stood up for the man's rights to fair treatment by the system. Plus saying he would undermine any investigation into his activities, which Molly Longstaff also sided with Agent Wong on."

((The Rikti Invasion happened May 22nd 2002. 9/11 happened, surprisingly, on 9/11/2001. Thus there's no reason why the Rikti would have meant no 9/11. Seeing as the Cold War happened, the Afghani rebels were still armed and trained in an attempt to prevent the Russians taking Afghanistan. Plus perhaps only one Tower was taken down, like in Ex Machina? The first attack was successful, but heroes were able to prevent the second one.))

BODICIA's status blinked from AFK to Online. "I would hardly call attempts to reign in a dangerous loose cannon 'infighting'. The Priest, supposedly a man of God, does not seem to practice what he should be preaching, considering he attacked a man who surrendered while saying, one moment:"

Her avatar flickered and shifted in parts to that of a representation of Pious Hunter. "Let me think about this deal a second. One, I know for sure anything you tell us is horsetripe. Two, anything you can tell us we can find out anyway, and three... when I break your face on this asphalt, tell me how it tastes!"

Switching her avatar back, BODICIA continued. "If this 'War' is anything more than just sensationalist journalistic reporting, then any surrendering prisoners are to be dealt with under the power that holds them, not the unit that captures. If you consider the power to be the Federal Bureau of Superpowered Affairs, an arm of the United States Govermnent, and The Priest to be a unit of such, then by attacking and beating this prisoner he was in direct violation of articles two, three and four of the Geneva Convention. In any case, war or not, this is poor showing. I commend any who would stand up against such an attitude."

Raising a finger, BODI turned her chair around. "And in the case of proper power usage, this is what the FBSA is there for, the federal agency for accounting for super powered beings, or metahumans as some call them. There are laws in place to hold heroes accountable for their actions, from the earliest inception of the Citizen's Crime Fighting Act of 1937."

"Regarding murky dealings, I have seen little to suggest this as fact other than A: Molly Longstaff of Longstaff WarTech took a stance against Hero Brutality, and B: the fact that Longstaff WarTech makes weapons. If the Priest had been drinking Pepsi and Molly Longstaff CocaCola, would we think the next round of the Cola Wars had started too?"

"Is that conjecture, or do you have any evidence? Photoshopped or not." BODICIA asked, giving her plush accessory a squeeze. "I could easily state that Statesman has a fondness for dressing up as Nancy Regan, it would be foolish to believe me though without wanting to see evidence of Statesman tiptoeing around in a lovely red top and some nice shoes. Of course, even then it could be a fake. If you have seen enough, you could perhaps check the pixels."

"Are tinfoil hats required, or just an optional extra?" BODICIA stated as she entered the room. The avatar had blond hair, dressed in a little red cocktail dress with a plush Welsh Corgi in one arm. "I'm from the Internet, I know what these can be like."

"The Priest let himself down." She said with a squeeze of the plush Pembroke, that gave a cute little barking sound at it. "The organization I am a part of would not have tolerated such actions, and any member acting as he did would have been swiftly reprimanded, and if severe enough, shown the door."

Giving a little shrug, the woman hopped into a seat in the blue section. "If he were still alive, perhaps a 'WWJD' bracelet would help his perspective on matters."

Damn Rikti spies and allies could at least use the Mk3 translators.

The lack of info is a little disappointing, Blizzard currently has me going on a fair amount of Cataclysm info, with enough to keep me titillated until the next chunk, but with Going Rogue it was a splash of info at Hero Con, and not much since. Possibly nothing.

Anyone have any cool, funny or just downright bizarre images from When Graphics Cards Go Wrong? I just remembered this one after getting my ATI 5770, when someone mentioned water effects. This was from my old x1650, after I was chatting to a friend's character before roleplaying at Galaxy Girl statue.



Psychic men, always something on their mind.