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Harbinger is a plot brainstormed by myself, @Romanov, and @Dante. The plot is inspired by this year's Halloween event the Zombie Apocalypse and will use that event as a backdrop. Although the main story will be keyed to several characters there will be plenty of opportunity for others to be dragged in through associations, mystic ability, knowledge of artifacts, or possibly even having possession of items key to the story. Even if not directly involved with the main story, character interaction with the Zombie Apocalypse itself all helps to flesh out the continuity of the event.
Harbinger is intended as a community participation plot. Many characters, from across the community, could potentially become involved either in the main story or as a periphery element. However, although we wish to keep the plot open for participation some actions will not be condoned within this plot including the godmodding of other characters, and of the protagonist factions.
As for what the plot is about? Well at it's grass roots level Britanic, long thought dead, returns from exile in the netherworld, accidently weakening the dimensional barriers providing an opportunity for Romanov to unleash chaos on Paragon while he attempts to steal a number of powerful artifacts. However once things start moving other aspects of the plot will be revealed
As well as the actual Harbinger thread there will be a Harbinger page on the Union Wiki, much in the same vein as the one I did for Supremacy.
Any Interested parties should contact any of the three plot moderators, or post up here to help best determine how you might get involved. -
{15/09/2008, 3.17 am, Britanics Penthouse, Sentinel Tower, Founders Falls}
A cool breeze swept over Britanics muscular chest as he stood on the bedroom balcony staring out over the cityscape. Like so many other nights since his escape from exile in the darkness he found he didnt want to sleep. For months he had been trapped in a dimension awash with negative energy, where reality was sculpted by torment, fear, and death. Though he had managed to escape what had become his personal hell, he was still not yet able to fully put his horrific experience behind him.
Britanic stepped back into the luxuriously decorated bedroom, sat himself down on a leather recliner, and watched as his wife slept in their bed. Suzi White-Mitchell, the Hyperion Watchmens White Vampyr, his loving wife, his source of strength during his long exile, and ironically his Achilles Heel that caused him to be there in the first place
{09/02/2008, 8.39pm, Sentinel Industries, Kings Row}
The offices were quiet, its workers having finished for the day hours earlier. Britanic, still clad in his iconic hero costume, weaved his way through the desks to his own office. As he stepped through the door he immediately spotted the red, white, and blue gift wrapped box Suzi had said would be there in her text to him earlier. Without even wasting time to switch on the office lighting he stepped over to the parcel, and lifted the gift tag so he could read it
To Eric., MY hero! Loving you more and more every single day, Suzi xx
Britanic smiled to himself, and then started to undo the red ribbon. As he lifted the box lid it was painfully apparent hed walked straight into a trap, one baited with his own love for Suzi. The lid was barely an inch open when a green beam of light appeared from within. As the light hit Britanic it split in several directions, racing up and down his body, and painting a grid-like pattern as it went. Britanic flipped up the lid and could see a silver device inside. The device was unmistakably part Rikti in origin, but it had been obviously been modified by human hands. Then as unexpectedly as it had started the green light faded back into the device, and words started to scroll across an LCD screen
Scan complete Target confirmed Commence detonation.
There was no time to do anything else. He had no over choice, but to make the jump. As the device exploded, and its fusion reaction started to spread outwards he slipped into the darkness
{7.00 am, Britanics Penthouse}
As the alarm went off, Britanic woke almost startled. Sweat poured from his head, and body. While his heart raced. Picking up his robe he mopped his brow then walked over to the alarm clock to switch it off. Suzi stirred, and groaned a little not ready to start her day.
Eric honey, come back to bed. Its way too early. She said with her face half buried in the pillow.
Sorry luv but I have a busy day ahead of me. Although G.I.F.T. have reluctantly given me a clean bill of health, and Portal Corps have extracted what data they want, it seems that they want me to attend some sort of debrief with M.A.G.I. One of the Portal Corps technicians reckon that incidents involving the Netherworld are more in M.A.G.I.s sphere of influence than their own, so they have had me referred to them. I thought Id best make some sort of effort to avoid any negative cooperation reports heading back to Freedom Corps before my next Hero License review.
Ok honey. Give me five more minutes and il make breakfast,. We cant have you facing the bureaucracy on an empty stomach -
{24/09/2008, Mid Day, St.Rita of Cascia Roman Catholic Church. St.Martial}
Big Game sat on the steps of St. Ritas, ears still ringing after his unorthodox use of rock music blasted through super-powered speakers during yesterdays removal of a Wailer infestation at the dilapidated church.
You ready to check out your new home for the Hyenas?
What the freakin hell is keeping the old fart. Like I aint got better things to do than sitting around on cold stone trying to cultivate myself a batch of haemorrhoids.
Father Jack Harrigan chuckled to himself. Big Games temporary hearing impediment had been a great source of humour for the grizzled Priest, and little gems like Big Games last statement really helped lighten the mood of a man whod been pretty miserable for a long time now. Still despite all the good it was doing Father Harrigan, he wasnt under any circumstances going to let Big Game know that.
GET YOUR LAZY @SS UP SINNER. WE GOT PLACES TO GO! Father Harrigan shouted as he clipped Game around the back of the head.
Big Game leapt up startled, and mouthed a few obscenities. Father Harrigan chuckled inwardly to himself before setting off towards the place hed promised Big Game
A short while later
The two men exited the run down building that was once the Money Pit casino, before becoming Father Harrigans hostel for the homeless.
So, what do you think?
Father Harrigan stood staring at an open mouthed Big Game waiting for an answer.
I SAID WHAT DO YOU THINK?
Big Game spun around to father Father Harrigan.
I freakin heard you the first time. The ringing in my ears has calmed down. I was just trying to think of the right words.
So what have you come up with?..
Its a freakin $%?*-hole! Venereal Disease has more appeal than that dump. I aint been bitten as much by bugs since I was last hunting in Burma. The place is a freakin Flea Pit!
Father Harrigan wasnt upset at Big Games ingratitude. In fact he merely rubbed his chin as he thought.
Hmmm, Flea Pit! I like it. Its got a nice ring to it, and very fitting for a bunch of Hyenas.
Father Harrigan wrapped one arm around Big Game and turned him to face the building once again.
I present to you the Flea Pit! Welcome home my boy!.. -
((Considering the sort of grief Brit gave Mechano the first time he tried inflicting C-Dyne on Paragon I thought I should atleast write a little something to give some small explanation why Brit wasn't getting involved this time... For the moment!))
{Britanic's Penthouse, Sentinel Tower, Founders Falls}
"Hello Eric. It's been too long."
Eric Mitchell, aka the battling Britanic spun around in his leather recliner to find himself facing the blue and white armoured uniform of the cybernetic PPD officer COP.
"Bloody hell. Nick! What are you doing here?"
COP took a few closer, pausing briefly to look at a family photograph displayed on a side table.
"I heard you'd managed to cheat death and was back in town. I thought I'd drop in and say hello. Young Cass let me in."
"****ocks! You're not that sentimental. Why are you really here? Britanic responded light-heartedly.
OK, il come to the point. Have you heard about Dr. Mechanos new C-Dyne operation?
Its damn bloody hard not to. Its all over the news.
Thats good. Saves me having to fill you in on the details. The thing is the PPD could really do with your help on this one. After all you really did a number on Mechanos operation last time, and you know how he used to get about you. Your presence on this operation might cause him to do something stupid, make some sort of mistake.
Britanic frowned, and then lifted himself out of his seat, before walking over to look out of the huge penthouse windows.
Hes already doing something stupid Nick. Im not being funny, but I just spent several months trapped in the Netherworld. I.. Im not ready. I really just want to spend some time with my family
COPs masked face did nothing to give away what he was thinking, but Britanic knew COP was disappointed he wasnt just going to throw himself into the fray, as well as curious about his other dimensional ordeal.
Surely some of the measures we took last time will work again. You got to have contacts who can tip off the Trolls. Get them to do the bulk of the dirty work.
Im afraid not. Mechano has learnt from last time. Hes doing all he can to avoid muscling in on their territory, and drawing their attention.
Britanic rubbed the back of his neck, thinking for a moment.
Fine. If Mechano has covered his bases go for the soft option.
Soft option? COP replied, obviously confused.
Start throwing everything you got at the Trolls. Maybe even tip off the Outcasts too. When regular Dyne supplies start drying up the Trolls customers will head straight to Mechano. There is no way the Trolls will stand for that. Let them all fight it out, and just mop up afterwards.
This time COPs eyes widened enough that Britanic could tell he was shocked.
Youre kidding me? You want us to deliberately start a gang war? Dragging the Trolls into this didnt sit well with a lot of my superiors last time, and that was a lot smaller scale. Now you think the Outcasts should be thrown into the mix as well?
Theyre all as bad as one another. Look its just an idea. Use it or not, I dont care.
Youre right Eric. Youre not ready yet. You should spend some more time with your family. Im sorry Il leave you be.
Britanic continued to stare into the window just managing to catch a glimpse of a couple of darkened veins under his skin in his reflection. Deciding that the suspicious COP needed no further fuel for his curiosity, Britanic concentrated for a moment allowing some of the dark energy seep away, and with it the went the darkened veins.
As COP was about to exit the room he stopped and turned to Britanic.
Eric Um should you later decide you are going after Mechano after all, do me a favour and let me know first.
Worried you might of opened a can of worms? Britanic answered sarcastically.
No of course not
COP, left the penthouse, and Britanic continued to think.
Youre a terrible liar Nick. Still you neednt worry I have potentially bigger things to worry about than that nut Mechano. I best start thinking about what Im going to do about my own can of worms
((Yes this does hint towards an upcoming plot!)) -
"Man one of the Casinos must be having real problems with it's sound equipment. I was snoring away this morning when I was practically launched from my bed by Bon Jovi's 'Living on a Prayer' booming across the neighborhood. Took out all my windows, and everybody else's in the surrounding area."
"Wow!... 'Living on a Prayer' huh? Man I love that song."
"Yeah. Me too. It was epic man!"
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Two road workers speaking in St. Martial, mid afternoon, 23/09/2008.
Rumour relates to... Hyenas... From the Ashes. -
{23/09/2008, Early morning, St.Rita of Cascia Roman Catholic Church. St.Martial}
Stood at the entrance to the semi-derelict but still imposing structure known as St. Ritas Church was self declared monster-hunter extraordinaire Big Game, and his current sponsor, the half mad, often drunk Father Harrigan.
You have to be freakin kidding me. You want me to root out all the Wailers from this dump?
It may look like a dump to you, but this is holy ground and those creatures have defiled it. It is our duty the cleanse the Church of the demonic vermin who spit in the eye of the Lord, and make their lair inside.
It may be your duty but im just here because you promised me new digs to set up shop in.
Father Harrigan scowled at Big Game.
Spoken like the true mercenary scum you are. The Lord preaches that helping others is a reward unto itself. Obviously your own lapse in church going has lead to you forgetting such valuable wisdom.
Look buddy, valuable wisdom dont put a roof over the head of your business, and expecting a little more than a fuzzy warm feeling for a reward aint exactly a bad thing either. Now if you want me to sort out your infestation I suggest you shut up, quit judging me, and help me get my freakin equipment on.
Deciding that further annoying the oversensitive hunter would do little to get his church rid of its Wailer infestation, Father Harrigan remained silent and reached for a filthy green duffel bag.
For the next few minutes the two men worked in silence pulling out what looked like a dozen speakers attached to leather straps, and started to disentangle them from themselves. Once the speakers, straps, and spaghetti like wiring was sorted, they started to strap the mess of devices to Big Games arms, legs, and shoulders. As Game tightened the last of the straps Father Harrigan lifted out what looked like some sort of graphic equaliser box from the bag, and proceeded to plug in a number of wires from the speakers into the box. After checking everything was secure, Big Game pulled out some rubber foam earplugs, and jammed them into his own ears before finishing off with a large over the head pair of industrial ear defenders.
Ok Father, im ready to go in.
Big Game clumped his way up to the church doors before cocking his assault rifle and turning back to face Father Harrigan.
SING ME A SERMON, IL BE BACK FOR BREAKFAST!
Big Game disappeared through the church doors. Just as Father Harrigan started a prayer, St. Ritas windows exploded outwards, and he, as well as the surrounding area of St. Martial, was drowned out by the ear splitting sound of Bon Jovis Living on a Prayer blasting from inside the church -
{19/09/2008, Mid Evening, The Wayward Wench, Port Oakes}
He knew things were pretty dire at the moment, and hed really ought to be doing more to put his business back together, but Big Game just couldnt help himself. So instead of busting his hump to reform the Hyenas, and start paying back the money he owed to Family boss Morretti, he was busy sat at the bar with a pair of very loose ladies.
Ooh Tony! Youre totally amazing. I mean how many other men could take on a giant squid with a pressure cooker full of spices , a skeet catapult, and still live to tell the tale? God you make me so hot!
Big Game could do little more than smile like a Cheshire cat as the young blonde woman continued to shower him with insincere, but ego boosting adoration while she rubbed his muscular chest through his grey t-shirt.
Lay off Brandi, I saw him first. Tony already said he was taking me out. Thats why he gave me his hat.
Eyebrows raised, Big Game spun to face the brunette who had his hat perched on top of her head.
Whoah babe! The hat aint a keeper, I still need that. That hat is an essential part of a specially crafted image. Its almost as iconic as my tiger-striped pants Although admittedly you might be able to tempt me out of them!
The cheesy charmer gave the two women a blatant wink that sent them into a fit of giggles. Still grinning himself he turned himself and the two women towards the bar.
How about a few drinks to get this party stAAARRRRR!!!
Big Games last word turned into a howl of pain as his hair was grabbed from behind,. As his two female companions yelped Big Game was thrown down hard onto the floor. Clutching his head with one hand he looked up to see a scruffy looking middle aged man, wearing a Priests dog collar, and crucifix under a tatty leather coat.
What the freakin hell is your problem?
Shut your yap sinner. No wonder your business went down the toilet too busy chasing painted whores rather than hunting the spawn of Satan like you should be. Lucky for you though im going to give you a chance to redeem yourself.
Big Game looked up at the obviously mad Priest totally confused.
Redeem myself? Look Mister I aint no freakin mean mother£*%$?@ servant of God, im a freakin businessman. You want the spawn of Satan taking out then im expecting some sorta pay off.
The Priest grinned and them offered out his hand. At first Big Game flinched, but once he realised the Priest didnt intend to hurt him again, he took his hand, and allowed the man to help him up.
Im Father Jack Harrigan. You help me out, and il set you up with somewhere to run your operation from.
As Big Game stood up he took a moment to glance around, annoyed that his two lady friends had been scared off.
Look Father, il have you know I already got a state of the art facility.
You mean that pile of ash and charcoal next door by any chance?
looking even more annoyed, Big Game then picked up his hat that had been abandoned by the brunette hed been with earlier.
Touché, lets talk business -
{16/09/2008, late evening, the main bar of the Golden Giza}
Led facedown at the bar, clutching a large glass of scotch in one hand, and the almost empty bottle in the other was a scruffy looking middle aged man. His black leather trench coat was scuffed and worn, and his greying brown hair an unkempt mess. As he slowly lifted his aching head, his bleary eyes struggled to make out his own features reflected in the mirrors behind the bottles across the back of the bar. However, despite his inability to focus on his own leathery face he couldnt miss the starched white dog collar, and silver crucifix he wore as a badge of office in his capacity as a Roman Catholic Priest, or rather former Roman Catholic Priest. At one time hed been an idealistic firebrand, out to save the world from his own little church situated at the heart of the Sinners paradise known as St. Martial. Today he was little more than another drunkard propping up the bar.
It was all his own fault of course. After all to fulfil lofty ambitions he needed to adopt unorthodox methods. The gunplay was bad enough, but when his own research into the dark arts for a way to eradicate the Wailers that plagued St. Martial lead to the infestation of his own Church the Vatican decided to cut him loose, and excommunicate him. Devastated by this sordid turn of events he now spent his days doing little more than drinking, and sleeping in the flea pit of a hostel he still made some effort to run for St. Martials homeless community.
For a few moments he just stared in the mirror
SMASSHHH! CRASSHHH!! CLATTER!!!
The rest of the room spun around to see what the commotion was about. Standing in front of them was a wobbling Priest staring at the broken shards of mirror and bottles scattered behind the bar. His own bottle amongst the debris, soon followed by his now empty glass.
God helpppsss thossse who helpppsss themselves! He slurred loudly as he drew a pair of chromed .44 Smith and Wesson model 29 revolvers.
Cmon Cain and Abel, itsss time fur sssome redemtssshunn!
Put down the guns mister, we dont want any trouble!
The priest turned to face a very nervous looking security guard who was pointing a much smaller revolver than his own at him.
Missster! Youse mean Father! Im Father Jack Harrigan!
Then hows about acting like one?
The young mans retort seem to have struck a chord. Father Harrigan lowered his own weapons, and hung his head in shame. Just then he noticed something amongst the debris on the floor, lifted the flip door on the bar, and bent down to pick up the item. As he stood up he held what looked like an old photocopied notice, with a picture of a man wearing unusual hunters garb, and the words Do not let this deadbeat in the building! scrawled across the page. Father Harrigan ignored the Casinos note, and instead read the notice
[ QUOTE ]
Do you believe in U.F.O.s, astral projections, mental telepathy, E.S.P., Clairvoyance, spirit photography, telekinetic movement, full trance mediums, the Loch Ness Monster, and the theory of Atlantis?
If so that's great but not what im looking for... Well maybe the Loch Ness Monster at a later date!
Anyway new Port Oakes based business venture specialising in the capture, and extermination of supernatural, mythical, and genetically engineered monsters is seeking skilled hunters, and support staff. Excellent bounties to be earnt as well as full legal, medical, and dental cover. Yes that's right I said dental!!!
Think you got the guts, and the ability to keep hold of them? If so contact Big Game at my temporary office in the Wayward Wench Inn, Dockside, Port Oakes from Saturday the 15th through to the 21st of December.
If im not there just leave your details with Super Sized Sally at the bar, and I'l get back to you.
[/ QUOTE ]
Hmm, I wonder if these guys are still about?
Screwing up the notice and putting it into his trench coat pocket Father Harrigan staggered past the bewildered security guard smiling.
God may help thossse who helpppsss themselves, but ima pretty damn sssure he favoursss thosse who gettss some sinnersss to do sssome of the work too! -
((Heeeeey Georgie-girl, long time! Will be in contact soon, but for now the Peddler...))
{12/09/2008, Early Evening, Croatoa}
The drive back from Providence had been very tiring, but the Peddler couldnt be happier. The last week the Peddler had spent upstate had proven to be extremely profitable. Much of the stock shed been hauling in the glossy black eighteen wheeler had sold, making obscene profits, and doing much to redeem her in the eyes of her Eso-Tech superiors. In fact the more she thought about it, the happier she was that the Hyenas went belly up, and she was able to return to her old role as Eso-Techs travelling sales representitve.
After a few more minutes of driving the Peddler finally reached her destination. Easing the brakes on, the black semi slowly cut its way through the notorious Croatoan mists, and came to a halt outside a large pair of wooden barn doors. The two doors were then flung wide open, and standing in the doorway was a fairly non-descript middle-aged man wearing grey overalls, and carrying a clipboard. As the man approached the Peddler climbed out of her seat, and leapt out of the truck cab ready to meet him.
So what have you got for me this time?
Have a look for yourself. The man said as he passed the clipboard over to the Peddler, who wasted no time in scanning the documentation attached to it.
Is that it?
Fraid so. Those Eso-Tech replacements for your old Hyena pals just aint up to it. Death and injury have knocked most of the replacement team out of operation. We just cant get a steady supply of components Maybe you oughta try convince the board to let you recruit a new bunch of hunters from outside the company again?
The Peddler gave the man a sour look before shoving the Clipboard back in his hands.
You have no idea of the sort of grief I had to put with that idiot Big Game and the rest of those morons. If I never set eyes on any of them ever again it will be too soon.
Ok maam. It was just a suggestion, but if the bosses dont get in some decent hunters soon youre going to be making a lot less of these trips -
((Before I had to leave the game earlier this year I started a monster hunter themed RPVG called the Hyenas. To my amazement the VG was populated with alts belonging to some of Union's best loved, and creative roleplayers. The down side to this was that because of the player's other long standing RP commitments the VG sort of fizzled out once I left. Anyway the concept is still great, and although I doubt I can get the Hyenas running and as active like some of the RPVGs I still think the Hyenas will make a great background VG.
The purpose of this thread is to give an IC explanation for the collapse of the last Hyenas team, while providing a launching point for a new team. While I do plan to recruit again eventually, for the moment im content to set the scene, and invite any former Hyenas to tell us where are you now?))
{12/09/2008, Early Evening, Dockside, Port Oakes}
Sat amongst the charred remains of the former base of operations of the infamous monster hunting team known as the Hyenas was a despondent looking Big Game.
Awwww cmon! Cant a guy get a freakin break?
Big Game stood up and brushed some ash off of his tiger striped pants before walking around the burnt debris that was now all that was left of the Hyena Den
Geez, and I thought Laura was the smart one. What the hell did she do? Ahhhh. I bet Gator must of turned up, and Laura signed him up. He probably mistook freakin napalm for oven cleaner or something.
Big Game spent a few more minutes sifting through the wreckage looking for anything worth salvaging before giving up, and walking out of the charcoaled wooden frame that had once been the front door. He then looked next door at the obviously poorly repaired, but otherwise intact Wayward Wench inn.
Hmmm! I bet Super Sized Sally will know what happened. I best head in for a beer.
{Some time later at the bar of the Wayward Wench }
Lemme get this right So after I left, you reckon the team was making it big. Lots of contracts, like Cage Consortium, Crey, and even stuff for Lauras rich boyfriend?
Dammit Tony, have you not been listening to me? Business was booming for the Hyenas. Laura Craft was doing a damn fine job after you left, but it didnt sit well with that Peddler witch you had working with you. She was really put out that you left the Hyenas in Lauras care.
Yeah, well she had loyalties elsewhere. I knew I could trust Laura to look after the team.
Well I cant deny Laura was doing her best for the team, but it wasnt long before that Peddler started to interfere with the running of the team. It didnt help that she pretty much had the ear of your guys main sponsors EZY-Tech
Thats Eso-Tech Sal. EZY-Tech make vibrating sex dolls or something.
Whatever Tony. Shut up willya im trying to tell you what happened. Anyway where was I? Oh yeah. Ends up that Eso-Tech become less and less cooperative. Yknow bills dont get paid on time, equipment requisitions are ignored, contract bonuses start to dry up. Things get so bad the team start talking about going fully independent. Of course the Peddler tries saying that their problems are due to some sort of company restructuring at Eso-Tech, but nobody really believes her. Anyway it aint long before some of the team start looking for work elsewhere, and the team starts to fall apart. In a sort of last ditch effort to get an injection of cash back into the team Laura starts going on about some sort of pest control scam you had thought of before you left.
Pest control? Oh yeah the Gremlin thing. I knew I had a winner there.
Yeah, well we will never know. It seems one of the critters you had stored in the Den escaped its containment , got into the electrical system, screwed about, and caused the fire that gutted the place. After that Laura and the remaining Hyenas called it a day. The Den has been a burnt out husk ever since.
Dammit! Sometimes I swear God really hates me.
Who can blame him. So what you gonna do Tony?
Well I gotta start paying back Morretti, and fast. Im kinda attached to the bits he wants to remove if he doesnt start getting his money back. I hear that the Corporation got some sort of Magic and Paranormal studies department. I imagine a skilled monster hunter like myself could be useful there. I worked for them before, got friends there, but
but what?
But But im not sure I want to be a hired goon again
Well you know what you got to do then.
Huh? What?
Put together a new team stupid! That or become a eunuch!
Big Game looked down at his crotch and then gulped.
You give a very persuasive argument Sal
((Oh yeah, for anybody who is interested the Hyenas own forum is here.)) -
((As promised, some details of the Britanic's return.))
{04/09/2008, late evening, Kings Row}
Run! left! duck! left again! spin and pitch NOW!!!
Without daring to take even the slightest moment to question the psychic prompts from the Coach the super fast rookie hero Fastball dodged and ducked the flailing arms of the mighty Clockwork Paladin. Then as the opportune moment, as seen by Coach, presented itself the baseball uniformed Fastball spun on his heels to let loose a barrage of his energy orbs. Out of thin air, and one after the other, the orbs formed in Fastballs hand before being pitched at the metal behemoth by the plucky young hero. As the three orbs each exploded against the Paladin the monster started to reel backwards.
Three strikes and yooouuuurrr oooou
You idiot, DUCK!!!
Just as Fastball hit the deck tendrils of dark energy seemed to be seeping from the Paladins chest cavity. Plates of metal started to ping away, and then the Paladins chest seem to erupt from within. As Fastball looked back at the wobbling monster a man shaped object shrouded in wispy dark energy fell from the Paladins gaping chest cavity.
Whooooah,! Cmon Coach you cant of seen that one coming.
Coach didnt answer his young partner, and continued to watch from his vantage point on an overlooking building. Meanwhile back on the ground the dark energy surrounding the man shaped object started to dissipate as he started to pick himself off the ground. As the man stood fully erect Fastball thought he could make out a lion rampant emblazoned on the mans chest.
BRITANIC!!! Coach let loose in a wide spectrum psychic scream.
On hearing his name being uttered for the first time in months he spun around and let loose a torrent of dark energy which ploughed through the momentarily forgotten Paladin as it was about to smash the newly returned hero with its club like fist. The Paladin literally blew apart at the seams, showering the area with scrap metal.
Oh my God! Its really him! an amazed Fastball uttered just as the middle aged suited Coach approached from behind him. The two rookie heroes continued to watch almost awestruck as the long thought dead Britanic walked towards them.
Thanks for the warning there mate. Id stay and help you clean up but im really late for dinner, and pretty damn sure I left the office in a bloody state.
Britanic shook each of the mens hands in turn before launching himself into the air above Kings Row.
Woooow! We should of got his autograph.
Coach gave his partner a pitying stare before walking away to get himself a well deserved coffee -
((When I had to leave the game earlier this year it was with great regret that I couldn't of finished Supremacy. Now that im back I want to atleast do something to tie up Supremacy in a manner more satisfying to myself. What follows is the first part of my Supremacy epilogue. I hope you enjoy!))
{06/09/ 2008, Mid morning, the Chapel, Mercy Island}
The bronze masked leader of the militant Humanity First paced his office, clutching a rolled up newspaper, and seethed with anger.
"Will not even hell keep the filthy mutant vermin? It is bad enough they have the power to snuff out lives on a whim, but now they can cheat death itself."
With a fluid motion Partisan hurled the rolled up newspaper across the room. As it hit a bookcase and fell to the floor the paper unrolled revealing the front page of yesterday's Paragon City Post, and the story about Partisan's hated enemy Britanic's seeming return from the dead. After taking one further look at the paper's cover Partisan walked over to his padded leather office chair, and sat down with a heavy thud!
To think, it is probably about a year ago that I devised a plan that would pit humanity against mutants, forcing a war that would eventually engulf all super powered beings, and lead to the eventual eradication of those not of pure human blood. Had my strategy prevailed I probably would not be sat here now stewing over my old adversary's return. Why did God abandon my cause? What happened to Ebon Sun? Why could Charles Porter not die one day later?...
{15/01/2008, late evening, A dingy motel room in Kings Row}
"...act details of the accident are unknown, but it has been confirmed the Charles Porter was dead on arrival."
"Charles Porter had been a strong voice warning about the dangers of mutant kind within our communities, as well as an up and coming political leader. With the current atmosphere of human/mutant tension he will be likely missed by many of those seeking a voice for their own fears about the current situation in our city."
"In other news the Gov..."---Klik!!
As Partisan turned off the radio he turned to face his Humanity First cohorts Street, and Quick Fix.
"Damn it! His destiny was to be martyred, not run down by a car like some stupid household pet who'd escaped it's leash."
"Perhaps we can put someone else into his place?" Street asked nervously.
"Shut up you idiot. Porter had charisma. His death would of been inspiring. The Governor's visit is tomorrow, there is no time to find another. We can only hope that Porter's followers take the bait and still show. Perhaps then I can salvage something from this..."
{16/01/2008, 10.22am, Outside the Hotel Imperial, Atlas Park}
"Where the hell is everybody?" A plain clothed Street asked as he surveyed the area in front of the hotel.
"How the hell am I supposed to know? Maybe everybody realised someone is has been playing them for chumps, and expected some sort set up." Quick Fix answered hastily, her voice shaky enough to betray her own unease about the current situation."
[/i]"Let me guess this is one of those best laid plans of mice and men going totally t1ts up situations?"[/i]
Quick Fix, Street, and the half a dozen Humanity First Blackshirts that accompanied them looked up where the strangers voice had come from. Perched on a window ledge above them was the mutant heroine Afterlight. Without the need for anyone to bark any orders the Humanity First soldiers all started to draw automatic pistols, and let loose a hail of bullets at the smirking heroine. Afterlight having both finely tuned reflexes as well as exceptional psychic abilities easily dodged the gunfire with a series of acrobatic leaps across the front of the building. Her mind picking up the shooters intent mere micro-seconds before they actually pulled their triggers. The gunfire harmlessly tracking behind her as she practically danced around the Blackshirts.
There was a sudden rumbling and scraping sound, and as the Blackshirts paused to turn to face the noise several were slammed by a huge metal dumpster that had been hurled their way.
"Maybe next time you ought to leave the snappy one-liners to me Sis!"
"Not now Freddy. Just take these creeps down before they actually manage to hit someone!"
From behind the dumpster the massive mutant frame of the former mercenary villain turned hero Headliner strode into view. A couple of the Blackshirts started firing wildly at the new threat. Headliner continued to march onward, swatting away bullets with his hands, occasionally wincing with the pain.
"The mission is a bust, we gotta get outta here!" Street shouted as he clutched his head in one hand, having just been on the receiving end of one of Afterlight's psychic bolts.
Quick Fix pulled herself up from the ground and watched helplessly as Headliner launched one of the Blackshirts with a super powered uppercut. She then reached into one of her utility pouches and pulled out a glass vial containing a yellowy-green liquid.
"Hey mutant! Pucker up!!"
Just as Headliner turned to face Quick Fix the glass vial exploded in his face releasing a billowing yellowy-green cloud. Within moments Headliner was reeling backwards, desperately clawing at his own face, while spluttering as he tried to breathe.
"FREDDYYYYY!!!" Screamed Afterlight as she let loose a massive pulse of psychic energy. Quick Fix, Street, and the other Humanity Blackshirts were flung to the ground. As Afterlight ran to her brother's aid a semi-conscious Street, head swimming due to the psychic barrage, crawled over to an unconscious Quick Fix and activated the teleporter transponders they both wore.
Somewhere in Kings Row
Mere moments later Street and Quick Fix were unceremoniously were dumped onto the floor of the adhoc teleport chamber fashioned by Humanity First techno-geek Cyberspace at their temporary base of operations in Kings Row.
"Things didn't exactly go to plan huh?"
A still semi-dazed Street struggled to sit up Quick Fix who was now starting to come around, as he answered Cyberspace's question.
"No shows from the guests of honour, and a pair of party crashers. The whole thing was a total washout."
"Man, the big P is gonna be totally p***ed."
"Tell me about it. Now shut up and give me a hand..."
Meanwhile, back at the Hotel Imperial...
"Is Headliner going to be ok?" Asked Longbow Warden McLane.
"He's fine. Probably have a bit of pink eye for a day or two, but no permanent damage." Replied Afterlight while trying hard to play down just how much she had been worried that Quick Fix's chemical might of done her brother serious harm.
"Damn lucky you two were here. The Governor's security was quite light in order to avoid attracting attention. I doubt they would of been a match for those Humanity First creeps. How the hell did you two find out about them in the first place?"
"Headliner got a tip off from one of his old associates. No real details, but he trusted the source. Once we got here it didn't take much for me to pick out who the bad guys were."
The collapse of Partisan's plan, and the capture of several Blackshirts was especially awkward for McLane who now struggled to keep up his mental defences to hide his own part in the whole affair from the psychic heroine Afterlight. Much to his annoyance he knew that his own colleagues would soon discover much of Humanity First's part in the current state of human/mutant tensions, and be forced to act upon the information. With this in mind McLane decided the best course of action would be to avoid further contact with Partisan, and do his best to ensure the interrogations of the Blackshirt prisoners yield enough information that Longbow don't feel the need to dig any deeper...
{19/01/2008, 10.06pm, A dingy hotel room in Kings Row}
"...ions of the men captured by Afterlight and her partner the former mutant criminal turned hero Headliner, have revealed a vast conspiracy by the human supremacist militant group Humanity First to further agitate anti-mutant sentiment by staging an attack on the State Governor while levelling the finger of blame at mutant terrorists. The PPD. Federal Law enforcement agencies, and Longbow are now organising a massive crackdown on the rogue paramilitary group, and it's supporters."
"Meanwhile the authorities also continue to hunt the mutant terrorists of Ebon Sun, vowing that all guilty parties within this conflict, human or mutant, will be brought to justice!"
"In other ne..."---Klik!
After switching off the radio, Partisan walked over to the window and stared out into the streets below. Standing silently behind him was his lieutenants Quick Fix and Street. The pair gave each other a furtive glance while they waited for their metal masked leader to explode with rage.
"Have the men pack up our Paragon operation, we are returning to the Isles."
Quick Fix, and Street looked at each other shocked with disbelief at Partisan's calm demeanour as he seemed to give up.
Were aborting the operation? Surely we ca..."
Partisan turned to face Quick Fix, cutting her short as he interrupted her with his own relaxed tone.
"Yes we are returning to the Isles. My plans in Paragon relied on certain key players, assistance from our sympathisers in the authorities, as well as the public perceiving Humanity First in a certain way. As it stands all three of those elements are denied to me. It would be far more prudent to lay low, lick our wounds, and prepare for our triumphant return at a later date. The authorities will crackdown on our more overt supporters, as well as any mutant extremists spurred into action by the tension we have fermented. However I have no doubt everything will soon slide into obscurity as the media become bored or get distracted by the latest super powered megalomaniac, alien threat, or caped spectacle to arrive on the scene. Once Paragon's memory has dulled we shall return."
"And Ebon Sun?" Street asked.
"They can wait for now. Perhaps they will continue their campaign, make a mistake and leave themselves wide open. If so then we will move in. For now though I am unwilling to risk further exposing our own operation in some vain hope of catching them unaware..."
{06/09/2008, Mid morning, the Chapel, Mercy Island}
Partisan's reminiscing was disturbed by a series of explosions and the wailing of klaxons throughout the Chapel. Without hesitation he flicked a couple of switches and barked into the comm unit on his desk.
"Street report! What the hell is happening out there?"
Street's comm frequency crackled with static and the background noise of automatic gunfire as he shouted his report through the noise.
"...rachnos attack.... ...ood widows have neutralised the peri... ...lf Spiders storming the halls... ...an't hold, must abandon the Ch..."
Street's comm frequency went dead, Partisan didn't bother to try raise him again. Opening up his desk he drew out a modified automatic pistol and slammed in a full magazine. He then made purposely for the door, fully intent on making his escape. Just as he was about to reach for the handle the door flew open. Partisan instinctively, and without fear or emotion raised his pistol ready to blow away the intruder.
"Whoooah! Partisan, it's me!"
Standing in the doorway, her tanned skin unusually pale as the blood ran out of her face, Quick Fix stiffened as she was greeted by the barrel of Partisan's gun. After an uncomfortable moment Partisan lowered his pistol.
"Arachnos may already have Street. I suggest we don't dawdle."
Partisan and Quick Fix hastily walked away from the office, weaving their way through the Chapel's corridors, stopping occasionally to despatch any unlucky Wolf Spider who crossed their path. Just as they approached the secret doorway that would allow them to escape they were stopped by the shouts of Street who was catching up behind them.
"BOSS! WAIT UP! BOSS IM RIGH..."
Street's shout was drowned out by the sound of blasting and falling rubble. As Partisan and Quick Fix turned around to see what was happening the corridor walls they had just passed started to crumble inwards as a trio of armoured Crab Spiders ploughed through them. Street immediately brought his pistol to bear on the armoured soldiers but his bullets bounced harmlessly off their carapaces, serving only to highlight his own location. Quick Fix ran a few paces towards the Crab Spiders hurling glass vials of acid in the hopes of softening the Crab Spiders shells, and assisting her beleaguered comrade.
As the acid started to eat through the Arachnos armour Quick Fix brought her own pistol up into firing position, but before she pulled the trigger felt compelled to look behind her. Standing there, metallic mask as usual betraying no emotion, was Partisan. However instead of being ready to assist her in laying down the fire needed to help Street, he just stood. She was about to shout why, but was cut off by the screams of Street. As she turned to see what happened she was greeted with the sight of one of the Crab Spiders flinging Street's lifeless body off the end of one of it's deadly bladed spider arms. She turned once again towards Partisan and her heart sank with feelings of betrayal as he calmly walked away from her.
Moments later Partisan closed the heavy escape hatch door, drowning out the sounds of Quick Fix's screams... -
((Still sort of in the process of returning to the game, so here is a little something about Pin Pointer, and... well just read it and hit the linkys
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{05/09/2008, late afternoon, Atlas Park}
The journey back to Paragon from Los Angeles had been long and tiring, but Pin Pointer didnt care, she was just happy to be home. Although she was exhausted, heavily burdened with luggage, and still a little annoyed her Father had sent her away in the first place, she couldnt help but smile as she clamoured through the front door of her Atlas Park home. As Pin Pointer allowed her bags to drop to the floor her Father got up from his leather arm chair and stood before her with an uneasy smile. The pair stood for a moment in an uncomfortable silence contemplating their separation over the previous months.
Back In February Pin Pointers Father had sent her to live with her aunt in LA. Her Father always maintained the reason she was sent away was to train as a possible late US candidate for the 2008 Olympic games, but she was well aware the real reason was to try and take her away from her dangerous heroic career in Paragon. However knowing her own Fathers dream was to have been an Olympiad she reluctantly agreed to move to the west coast. Despite whatever strings hed pulled in the sporting community to get her considered for team USA, she was just too late to make the team, and it wasnt long before shed taken to heroing on the streets of LA. Deciding that it would be impossible to keep his daughter out of trouble wherever she might be, Pin Pointers Father had in the end arranged for her to come home.
In the end the silence between the pair had become too much to bear, Pin Pointer swallowed her pride and leapt at her Father with arms outstretched. As the two shared a long overdue healing hug, Pin Pointer noticed the cover of todays Paragon City Post that her Father had been reading in his arm chair
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Story by George Stantz.
In a shock statement given to Paragons press and media late last night it was revealed that supposedly dead hero Britanic was infact alive, and back in Paragon City. Britanic, also known by his civilian identity as Eric Mitchell, was believed to have been atomized in an explosion in the offices of Sentinel Industries back in February this year. However that assumption was smashed last night after sources from M.A.G.I., G.I.F.T., and Portal Corps all confirmed the British born powerhouse was indeed alive, and currently under medical observation by all three agencies.
In the statement given to the Press by Freedom Corps it said
While we were ecstatic at the news Britanic was indeed alive it did open up questions concerning February 9ths bomb blast at Sentinel Industries, as well as his whereabouts these last few months. After debriefing Britanic much light has been shed on the events of February 9, as well as his remarkable survival.
In the original investigation it was determined Britanic had been atomized by a Rikti explosive device probably planted by Rikti assassins in retaliation for his efforts during their 2007 invasion. Britanic, having seen the device before its detonation, has confirmed the main explosive was of Rikti origin, but had also been modified with a terrestrial fuse detonator. The fact the bomb had come gift wrapped had also ruled out the PPDs original suspects, the Rikti, in favour of a yet unknown domestic culprit.
As for Britanics Miraculous escape, he has put that down to a little known aspect of his powers that essentially let him sidestep dimensionally, allowing for a sort of short range teleportation. However on this particular occasion Britanics sidestep went horribly wrong leaving him dimensionally
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Having read the front page over her Fathers shoulder Pin Pointer was pleased that she wasnt the only person to make it home
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{25/08/2008, 9.37am, One of the penthouse suites, Wilshire Plaza Hotel, Los Angeles}
Since the apparent death of his girlfriend Sumiko the Shadow Huntress several months ago Big Game had been on something of a bender to try and get his head straight. After Robbing Family boss Morretti and a few neighbours to finance his trip Game left the Rogue Isles in his boat the Jelly Fish Dream. He then spent several months sailing around the coasts of Central and South America passing the time by involving himself in various adventures and shenanigans. Once bored shooting the Gulf breeze he then decided to head through the Panama Canal, and straight up to California to indulge in some good old fashioned monster hunting, before settling down for some serious R & R.
Snoring away on the super kingsize bed, draped in satin sheets, and curled up with a glamorous looking blonde, Big Game had no idea that today would be the final day of his ill deserved holiday...
"Look at th'little creep, sleepin' like a babe. He ain't gotta clue the party is over."
"Whadda'ya lookin' at him for? Check out the broad!... Classy babe. I bet she ain't cheap."
"Geez Pauly. Get a grip will'ya. We got a job to do."
"Heyyyy, I already got a grip. Im just saying that she's probably been bought and paid for with the money Game got from selling Morretti's painting."
The two men paused a moment to stare at the sleeping blonde before Pauly spoke again.
"So Fingers we gonna do this or what?"
"You kiddin'? I been wanting to do something like this for a long time now."
Decisions made, the two men walked over to the luxurious bed, each grabbing one of Big Game's arms before hauling him out of the bed. Startled awake, the blonde woman started to scream as she clutched the silk sheets to her naked body. Big Game on the other hand had barely registered he was now actually awake as he was flung through the penthouse window...
Moments later...
"Geez! That was some freakin' wake up call." Big Game said to himself as he reached up the side of the swimming pool ready to pull his naked cut and bruised body out of the water.
As Big Game's hand touched the tiled poolside he felt the crushing pain of somebody standing on his hand with heavy boots. This was soon followed by the pain of being dragged out of the pool by his hair, and then being dumped onto the tiled floor. As Big Game looked up from the ground he was greeted with the not so friendly but familiar face of Family boss Mr.Morretti and half a dozen goons.
"Heyyyy, Mr. Morrettti, what's shakin'?"
"Can it Antonio! What are you? some sort of chronicly depressed lemming? Why do you continue to disrespect me by stealing from me again?"
Big Game stood up from the ground and wrapped around his body a towel that was thrown at him by one of Morretti's goons. He then turned towards Morretti giving him a half apologetic, half innocent look as he spoke.
"Look... um... Well the thing is... well... er, I kinda went crazy for a while there. Stuff on my mind you know."
"Forget it Antonio, im not interested. I should just kill you and have done with it, but that painting you stole was worth a lot of money, and it's cost a hell of a lot to track you down."
"Hey no problem. I'l square up with you."
Morretti clicked his fingers and a sleazy lawyer type came from behind him holding a small leather bound ledger. Without uttering a word the man handed the book to Big Game who straight away started to rifle through the pages. As he began to study the figures Big Game's face turned an unhealthy shade of green.
"You gotta be kidding me? There are third world countries that have less debt."
"Im far beyond kidding Antonio. I suggest you get your @ss back to the Isles and start looking for some jobs. Don't dawdle either; first payment is due at the end of the week." Morretti said as he started to walk away from Big Game.
Once Morretti and his goons dissapeared Big Game started to scratch his chin in contemplation...
Hmmm, I wonder if Morretti will get narked if I tried to bum the cash to get a flight back to the Isles?...
((Hullo everybody. Thought I would write up a quick little something to both help celebrate my return the game, as well as give a little IC reasoning behind Big Game's return to the Isles. Im looking forward to catching up with all my old friends, as well as making some new ones very soon. ))
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I really appreciate all the warm fuzzyness, as well as the effort for memorial pics etc. I would of loved to have sorted something with them myself, but it doesn't look like I will get a chance. Logging into the game every chance I get a moment just to say my goodbyes, but you those I miss I will say goodbye here. Look after yourselves guys!
PS. Even if Suzi was pregnant, Brit wouldn't come back like that. It's just wrong
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Paragon City Post Sunday, 10th February, 2008
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Paragon City was in shock last night to discover that Eric Mitchell, better known as the Battling Britanic, was killed in a horrific bomb blast.
At approximately 8.40pm local Kings Row residents reported the sound of a massive blast coming from the offices of Britanics development company Sentinel Industries. When emergency services arrived on the scene it was reported that a roughly 40 foot spherical interior area of Sentinel Industries had been totally atomised.
Due to the unusual nature of the damage specialists from D.A.T.A., and S.E.R.A.P.H. were called in to assist the PPD in their investigation. Analysis of residual radiation, and damage caused to the scene has led to investigators theorising the device used was most likely fashioned from pirated Rikti technology. They have also stated that anything caught in the blast was totally wiped from existence.
CCTV evidence recovered from Sentinel Industries showed Britanic had entered the office mere moments before the explosion. Further investigation into the tapes has shown that Britanic was indeed in the effected area at the time of the explosion. Due to the nature of the device used, as well as the CCTV evidence, the City Coroner has declared Britanic to be legally dead.
Due to some anomalous footage from the CCTV, as well as the unnatural cause of the explosion the PPD are currently investigating Britanic's death as being
murder. PPD...Continued pg2
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((Bit rushed but it gets the point across. Added point of interest is that I have handed over control of the Paragon City Post to Morganafiolett to tie in with her character Maid Stone. I wish her every luck with it))
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((Slight retcon to the above. For IC reasons it happened Saturday night, 9/02/2008. Above broadcast was made on Paragon's Psychic Radio Network or something.
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"Man that Big Game has really done it this time."
"Huh, what he do now?"
"Apparently he ripped off Morretti's favorite painting."
"Geez robbing a Family boss, he must be nuts!"
"Tell me about it. Apparently this is the second time he's done it!"
"You gotta be kidding me?... 'Spose it don't matter now anyway, he's long gone. I saw that boat of his tear out of here earlier."
"Sure you did. What with the amount of parts that floating derelict needed, and half of them being back ordered for weeks. He will be in dry dock for weeks."
"I take it you didn't see that note posted there above your cabin door?"
"huh?"
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Sorry Donny, but I had to borrow a few parts from your boat. The replacement parts I ordered should be with you in a week or two... maybe three... eventually.
Take a holiday or something. See you soon buddy. Lots of love Big Game xxx.
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"Son of a *****!!!"
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Conversation between Donny and Maurice, Mercy Island fishermen. 10/02/08.
((Although Big Game is leaving because of his own personal conflict concerning Sumiko's death, doesn't mean he can't go in classic Big Game style!))
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Ok RL intervening again at the mo giving me no time to sort properly, but posted the following in IC rumours to get the news out...
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...Report's are coming in about some sort of large explosion at the offices of Eric Mitchell's Sentinel Industries in Kings Row. Details are sketchy at the moment but early reports say that a large spherical section of the offices has been totally atomised.
It is also rumoured that Industrialist Eric Mitchell, perhaps better known as the hero Britanic was in the building at the time of the explosion.
We will report more details as further information comes in...
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Newscast on several Paragon Radio, and TV stations Friday 8/02/08.
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BTW guys im totally stoked about the memorial idea. Hopefully sort something more creative tomorrow. Bye for now. -
...Report's are coming in about some sort of large explosion at the offices of Eric Mitchell's Sentinel Industries in Kings Row. Details are sketchy at the moment but early reports say that a large spherical section of the offices has been totally atomised.
It is also rumoured that Industrialist Eric Mitchell, perhaps better known as the hero Britanic was in the building at the time of the explosion.
We will report more details as further information comes in...
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Man im really bummed out now. Im really going to miss everybody loads.
By the way, fantastic picture DrDestiny I love it!
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Stop it guys, im gonna start blubbing in a mo.
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Due to RL events that has gotten waaaaay out of my control it is with great regret to inform everybody that as of Monday or Tuesday next week I will be out of the game, and mostly without internet access for the forseeable future
. In the last two plus years of this game I have met a number of great, funny, and truly inspirational people im proud to call my friends. I sincerely hope that I will be able to return again in the not so distant future, as well as catch up with anybody who ends up at the Bristol Comic Expo later this year.
Over this weekend I will be doing my best to tie up any IC situations my characters are in as well as establish IC reasons for their absence. However the basics will be along these lines.
* Britanic will be effectively removed from play (Sorry Ammon and Welshie, best get Suzi and Rachel to break out with the hankys). The Militia will be Amber Banshee's (@Dante's), and Crimson Archer's (on his return) full responsibility.
* Big Game is going through an emotional time thanks to the apparent death of his latest lover Sumiko, and will basically go walkabout for a while. ShadowGhost has kindly agreed to be caretaker of the Hyenas.
* Pin Pointer will be sent to live with her Aunt in California by her father in the hopes she will finally give up playing hero.
* Peddler will become an NPC under the control of ShadowGhost.
* Partisan and Humanity First will be handed over to Antipode/Shadow Phoenix as NPC's.
* Any others are not particularily an issue.
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Ta, and sorry for the shameless plug
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Nothing wrong with a little ambition. The Riot in the Row storyline was ambitious but helped set me up in the community. As for SG's the people here love to hear about new stuff, post up your idea and you will get an idea who is interested, as well as possibly pick up some pointers.
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The Informer 20/01/2008 Clicky!
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On The Receiving End!
It looks like the Sky Raiders may very well have been given a taste of their own medicine according to a number of rumours circulating of some sort of attack upon their offshore platform in Sharkhead Isle. Despite stormy weather conditions, a number of Sharkhead citizens witnessed a large explosion on the platform About 9.30pm Friday night. It is unknown exactly how much damage the explosion caused, but several gun turrets were rumoured to have ceased functioning.
Early speculation was that harassing Longbow forces may have infiltrated the platform in order to disable its defences before an attempt to take the facility from the Sky Raiders. This theory has since been dismissed because of the almost total absence of besieging Longbow troops thanks to Fridays storm conditions.
Another popular theory is that the platform was actually infiltrated by agents acting on behalf of Arachnos. Although Arachnos seem content to allow the continued presence of the Sky Raider platform, no doubt thanks to it keeping large numbers of invading Longbow continually occupied, the two groups are far from being on friendly terms. It seems quite probable that Arachnos had dispatched agents to exploit the raging storm and consequently the reduced surrounding Longbow presence in order infiltrate and steal some valuable technology or information from the Sky Raiders.
Observers both on shore and from nearby vessels said the platform appeared to be in a state of general commotion before the Sky Raiders seemed to manage to restore order a short time later. As soon as the storm had passed Longbow once again returned in order to renew its seemingly futile siege against the platform, no doubt kicking themselves for a missed opportunity.
Stepping Up On The Crackdown!
Arachnos Director of Mutant Affairs has announced a number of new measures to help combat the rising number of mutant dissident extremists currently plaguing the Rogue...Cont. Pg2
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