Captain_Photon

I suppose if they have to make a group of random, ubiquitous NPCs into tailors for no sensible reason, it's as well that they're the trainers and not, say, the Task Force contacts. It'd be pretty funny to picture Numina trying to block a fedora.

"Hmm... oh dear. I don't think... "

"Should I just go try Sister Psyche?"

"Yes, I think that would be best."

They presumably meant it in the "bundle of sticks" sense, or possibly the "shorthand for a cigarette" sense, and not the "fabulous gentleman" sense. Though it's sometimes hard to tell with NATO's naming committee. Other outstanding Soviet-fighter-aircraft NATO codenames included "Frogfoot", "Faceplate", "Flatpack", "Flogger", and - I kid you not - "Fishpot".

Some of them were very cool - Russian pilots liked the codename for the MiG-29, "Fulcrum", so much they used it themselves, and "Foxbat" has a certain something - but many were just... sad. I mean, "Flounder"? "Flagon"? "Frank"?

Never heard the expression "queer the {deal|pitch}"? To spoil/thwart/jeopardize/greatly reduce the chances of success? Mind you, I don't think it's very sporting of the OP to say he wants to place CoH at a disadvantage merely because he's not allowed to say "queer", but...

Besides, any adjective is a verb if you hold it right.

Where did you go to school, 1184?

If you were going to Serge before travel powers you were Doing It Wrong. Cutting across KR to the Indy Port tunnel and playing tiptoe-through-the-mobsters up that one street is much quicker, and even a fumblefingers like me has only once managed to get killed doing it.

Sheer, unremitting player laziness, the design team catering thereto.

I like how you figure that is the threshold of geekiness here.

I don't remember a grade-school teacher ever trying to cure my left-handedness, but we did, as a matter of overall school policy, always get the blunt scissors.

Green, actually, if you're going by the proportions of visible-light wavelengths present in solar radiation.

It was also, amusingly, the NATO reporting codename for the MiG-15 jet fighter.

SEE ALSO: "This is why we can't have nice things."

It is if it starts getting in my face, like the various proposals to water down knockback because it offends the Number Slaves would do if one were ever implemented.

Correct. The problem is the players who are so efficiency-minded that "KB slows down teams' kill rate - look, I made a graph" seems like a reasonable thing to do in regard to a game as far as they're concerned. These people should be concentrating their talent for Ruthless Optimization on something that's worth their time and benefits society, like fixing the world economy, not annoying the rest of us who are just trying to enjoy the way our superpowers send thugs flying off of balconies.

It was 1938. That kind of thing seemed like perfectly reasonable underdog-bucking-the-system behavior at the time. (This is particularly evident in the story about the fatcat mine owners, which was my personal favorite for "this made a lot more sense during the Depression than it does now" back in the days when we hadn't come back around to depression again.)

Good for you. You're not everybody.

Because even if that's what they think, in practice they are proven wrong. Empirical results matter more than words, even words from the people in charge, and when I don't have a sledgehammer sticking out of the side of my head because my Power Burst knocked that Skull pancake over teakettle across the street, that's a positive result. This is not an abstract or philosophical conclusion.

Nope, still lookin' pretty sturdy from here. One of the things that actually drew me to City of Heroes back in the day was that it didn't have PvP. The game wasn't designed for it, the player base got along fine without it, and it's done little but generate strife and meta-strife, like this very conversation, ever since it was bolted awkwardly on in Issue 5.

So! Let's recap. Produce aisle, meat out of place... yep, the metaphor still works.

And rightly so! Meat doesn't belong in the produce aisle. It's the produce aisle. Do you know nothing about supermarket operations?

Not as low as it used to be, unfortunately. But yeah, there's not a lot for a superhero to do around these parts. This is the sort of place where heroes who live in populated areas go to build their fortresses of solitude.

"I am standing in the produce aisle and bitterly complaining that there is no meat here."

Grabbing for the moral high ground is a common rhetorical refuge of terrorists. It's part of their standard PR package.

This is an argument from ignorance, one of the classic logical fallacies. Demanding proof that something whose existence you can't prove doesn't exist is a transparent weasel strategy. Absence of evidence is not evidence of absence, as cosmologists say.

Interestingly, it's also a common refuge of conspiracy theorists.