Crazy_Dragon

You have to wonder what goes through the head of a man that resorts to teleporting on top of the cab of a moving van and knocking on the windscreen in order to get it to stop. Which was exactly what Richie Stacker, the Crazy Dragon was up to right now with a black van as it sped though the streets of Kings Row, much to Molly Longstaff's irritation. Quite possibly to some of the Unity Vigil's too.

"Oi!" Richie barked as he hammered away at the windscreen while at the same time clinging on as best as he could. "Slam your anchors, will you?"

The driver, if there was one, did exactly as Richie commanded, sending the vehicle skidding to a halt as soon as possible. Richie, unfortunately for him, found himself catapulted from the cab as brakes were applied, landing rather unceremoniously next to an armed and quite possibly dangerous Molly.

"Richie," Molly uttered as she kept her pink rifle fixed on the driver's side of the windscreen. "Could you -not- pull that kinda stunt ever again? That was pretty scary. And stupid."

"I stopped it, didn't I?" Richie grunted as he hauled himself to his feet.

"Yeah, but still..."

"But still nowt. Just make sure Bullit here doesn't pull a fast one while I go see what's behind door number one, alright?"

"Fine, just be careful."

Richie then staggered over to the back of the van, taking a brief moment to give his current backache chance to go away, before reaching for one the handle.

"And our survey says..."

Quite how or why ShoXtar managed to find himself on the floor, getting trampled on by the other combatants in the bar as they fought each other was a mystery to himself. However, the reality is not so mysterious. It's not that hard to figure out that he most likely missed his attack to Sanguine's head, stumbled over in the process and subsequently found several feet pressing against his back shortly after.

Today was just not one of Alvin Ratner's better days.

Got my L28 Inv/SS Tanker to 30, my L26 AR/Dev Blaster to 30, aaaand... my L27 Thugs/Traps MM to 30.

Couldn't really manage much more than that, had a few things to get on with in the real world.

"Uh-oh." ShoXtar uttered right before taking a backward dive behind the bar as quickly as he could, just before everyone turned their attention to each other. Almost immideiately after landing, he quickly set about crawling to the end of the bar before peeking round the corner.

With a smirk, the thug set his sight on Sanguine and charged out from behind the bar once more, hurling an electically-charged fist at the back of her head.

"Here's a little thank-you for dealing with that freak!"

"Aw, what the hell?" ShoXtar barked as he found himself engulfed in Drake's webbing, his tone of voice suggesting that he was more disappointed at the attempt to restrain him than anything else. "This the best you got, Spider? SERIOUSLY? THIS THE BEST YOU COULD PULL OUT OF YOUR... nevermind!"

With a roar, the thug put every ounce of effort into tearing the webbing in two, taking a moment to catch his breath as soon as he was free.

"Now where the hell were we, hot stuff?"

ShoXtar rolled his eyes as he casually sidestepped the zombie-vomit, just a couple of tiny droplets catching the left leg of his pants. Nothing serious, depending on how you view a few tiny corroded holes in your leathers. Grabbing one of the few intact stools remaining at the bar, he then swung it with as much force as he could muster toward the undead minion's face.

"Try harder!"

"No. No. No." ShoXtar continued to look over the fighters still standing, before the necromancer caught his attention.

"You'll do!" He barked, grabbing another hapless victim and hurling him toward her. "And eff-why-aye, YES IT WAS! Deal with it!"

ShoXtar was in his element as he repeatedly slammed his latest victim's face into the bar, only stopping to throw him away when he finally stopped screaming. Taking a moment to glance over the chaos, panic and disorder he had triggered, the thug then looked over some of the more... capable combatants that had shown themselves.

"No." he muttered as he took quick glances at each of them, sparing only a split second to plant a fist firmly into the face of another oncoming patron and sending countless volts through the sorry fool's body upon contact. "No. No. No. Hrm..."

How'd I miss this thread? o.O

Okay, my Thugs/Traps MM, Second Shot:

Punks
The Barrel
The Chamber
The Cocktail (Arsonist)

Enforcers
The Full Clip
The Trigger

Bruiser
The Bullet

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My Robotics/TA MM, Constructed Curse:

Battle Drones
Xenon
Argon
Neon

Protector Bots
Iridium

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And my strictly L10 Necro/Dark, Lyla Reznor has just two Zombies, Eddie and Cody.

((Just for the hell of it, a random brawl! ))

The Dirty Duck, Sharkhead Isle, 11:30PM, 26th January 2009

Many of this bar's patrons come to this grotty, smoky excuse for a bar for many a reason. However, you can be certain starting a fight with a topless, tattooed, red-haired man in biker's pants that could break your face and fry you in one go isn't usually one of them. Unfortunately that's exactly what some hapless fool managed to do with Alvin Ratner, better known as ShoXtar, depending on how many actually bother taking in most of his ego-massaging.

Demanding that Alvin "get off his stool" proved painful in many ways for this idiot when the villain responded by simply grabbing his beer bottle by its neck and smashing it against his face, sending the fool slamming into the floor uncertain whether to clutch his horribly slashed-up face or hold his throbbing back.

Naturally, such a reaction didn't go down too well with many of the other patrons, who promptly hopped from their seats and brandished whatever could pass for a weapon toward Ratner, himself casually sliding from his stool. ShoXtar then cracked his knuckles and smirked as blood-red bolts of electticity formed around his body.

"Right, riiiiiight, you losers wanna play, huh? Alright then, LET'S PLAY!!"



The first few to fall found themselves flying through the nearest available window em masse, alerting any and all within the immediate area to the ruckus inside.

*rolls eyes*

FAO Thunderspark.

Seriously, Arctic, it's an easy mistake to make. It's nowhere near as bad as half the complete weapons-grade screwups that most peeps keep making here. Chill out (no pun).

(We now return to your regular programme)

Wait... comparing an early-90s engine that relied on image and sprite scaling and distortion to draw 3D maps and place 2D characters and object as opposed to actual polygons to CoX, which requires a shedload more than simply twizzling a few textures and sprites about to draw Galaxy Girl?

Happy Birthday Col!

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Yeah, loading costumes in any tailor's pretty much bugged and prevents any and all changes from being accepted. Strangely, it works fine in new char creation, but not in tailors. >.>

There's a workaround in Golden Angel's thread further down though.

You wouldn't happen to have loaded a costume, have you?

Max leaned forward slightly, keeping her eyes fixed on the sight of several thugs wearing rucksacks leaving one of the buildings.

"What the hell?" She muttered to herself. Right before she leaned a little too far forward and almost losing her balance. "Woah-woah-woah-woah-WOAH!! Okay, safe to say it's time for a closer look!"

"Doing so!" Molly squeaked as she waited for the USB drive to work its magic. Over the course of the past hour, she had noticed what originally appeared to be a dead pixel on the monitor, an chance accidental clicking revealing a new login screen, along with a thumbprint scanner that emerged from the desk.

The hacking attempt with the flash drive proved an exercise in failure, when all of a sudden an EMP burst from the machine, frying everything in it along with the flash drive. Molly also felt her own augmentations go a little fritzy for a brief second as she jumped back slightly in surprise at the computer's sudden self-destruction.

"Geez! Okay, uh... finished..." Molly added, yanking the wrecked flash drive from the computer. "I'll... have to raid this dump's servers later, then."

Just to add, I've been losing sound after a few hours continuous play using WINE, the only solution being to close CoX and rerun it (Just in CoX though, everything else in Linux that produces sound'll continue kicking it out). Dunno if Z's run into it yet, but I think it's listed as a known issue on WINE's site. >.>

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Update, can't use saved costumes, but I can now at least use the tailor.

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Had a feeling that was the bug you ran into. It's a known one. :/

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However, I'd swear the last part was in a cave map last time I did it.

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Cave door leading to a full Lab map swarming with Lost, actually. Has been since probably before I started playing in December 2007.

Have you tried with Inf, and/or are you loading a saved costume (which is bugged and doesn't allow you change accept changes either)?

I approve of this suggestion. <(^_^)b

Uh, I13 did away with Base Salvage drops. Now you need Invention Salvage to craft base items instead.

You can still convert existing Base Salvage at any invention table though, so all's not lost.

Same here, worked perfectly fine on both my accounts.

Molly strolled over to the computer, making herself comfortable in the nearby chair as she pressed the power button on the machine. As she waited for the thing to boot up, she listened carefully to the conversation on the note.

"I've sent my butler to check out those TV stations, by the way." She piped up with a slight smirk, at the same time placing her hands on her head while the computer slowly dragged itself into action.

When the desktop finally showed itself the teen hero leaned forward, planting her hand on the mouse to navigate her way to the computer's primary hard disk, only to be greeted with a box that read: "Please enter username and password".

Go fig, Molly thought to herself. Reaching into the detached sleeve on her right arm, she drew out a small USB flash drive and proceeded to insert it into the computer, only to stop just centimetres before making contact.

Hold up...

"No, no, no, no..." she muttered quietly to herself as she withdrew the flash drive. "He -has- to have thought of something better than a boring old username and weakest-password-on-the-planet. -Way- better... Hell, better than an insanely strong password."

Molly then sat back once more, rubbing her chin in deep thought.