Cuppa_October

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The word "conceptual" eats Ultradude alive.


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Crim laughs way to hard at this comment, and falls over, and takes her life with a spork.

Wow. What an awesome idea. Somehow I need to look more into this...

Ya know Gamble, if you actualy spent the time to read my post you would have noticed I actually didn't put my opinon on the matter in. I presented two sides, my opinion of what was going on in the thread, and that was it.

Boo hoo somebody put it here already. I'll ask you one question: Is it you're name on the credit card that is paying for my game? Because if it isn't, then I can do whatever and post whatever the hell I want...even if it repeats/reinforces what somebody said earlier. BOO HOO. You had to strain you're eyes to read my post.

I actually AGREED with you. YES they deserved to die, YES they got whats comming to them. But YOU I find now are a jerk. You apparently think I had this bug in which I was out to get you when I wasn't. I also don't see you as the "End all god of the forums", so what makes you more special then me?

At least I take the time to spell you're name right and not be such a jerk about it.

I hope if you ever come to Virtue you can sit down and have a nice cup of tea with me. Serious. It would relax you some.

As for my opinion on you're story, it was funny. You're actions towards me afterwords are what ruined it.

Edit: Apologies beforehand for calling you a jerk. Though i don't agree with you in some ways that was harsh. Sorry =/.

I had a long response to that reply, but I will just say this out of character.

It's done, they are dead, get over it. His SG can do what they want, you don't like it don't play with them and don't add fuel onto this fire. Congratulations in accomplishing whatever you set out to do in the first place Gamble.

And by the way, there's an R in my name.

I think the mis-understanding here is that we are looking at it from two completely different viewpoints. Some of us here are looking at is in the RP sense (After all this IS the RP topic forum), while others are looking at it in the "Gamer" sense.

Breaking the two down is simple. First if you look at it from the RP sense it was a pretty nasty thing to do. Granted some hero's RP themselves that way, it would still be a nasty thing to do to let other hero's die just so you can prove a point. Like Interupting people apprently (Or so the NPCs would bark at me), it's not heroic at all.

But then on the flip side, or the gamer POV, this was totaly justified and fair. Remember all you RPers, though its a wonderful and great game and a fun one to RP in, it's still an Massive Mulitplayer Online Game, one that you get higher and more skills from earining "XP" from "Kills". THIS is how you advance you're character, and THIS is how we all in the end will play the game.

And before you shout and scream that I am totaly wrong let me ask you this: How many of you would even bother to spend an hour or 3 of you're time online in Atlas Park killing ONLY GREY mobs just for the fact that you are "Helping the city out" and doing you're "Job".

In the end its a game, thats how it breaks down.

Was letting the other team die rude? Yes. Was it deserved? Everybody has their opinion. But people, if the other team ninja-killed a boss and got all of YOUR hard earned credit for it, and I'm not talking about the RP "Newspaper" credit, but the XP credit, wouldn't YOU be upset? What if you needed those 500xp to level, only to have it stolen from you by a group that took the kill?

I'm sure you wouldn't be too happy.

Kill stealing isn't heroic people. Honestly helping out others is. But when somebody says back off, you should. Then if they die trying, you can shrug you're shoulders and say "Well, it was a heroic attempt".

The key thing here, IN MY OPINION, was the fact that it was stated that the group in question actually told the other group to back off. If this did not happen, then it would probably be a different story.

But then again, thats my opinion, which is worth 2 influence.

Gamer's POV, then RP POV. Don't confuse the two people.

And if you want to know my IC opinion:

Rickshaw wouldn't care.

That was too good. Simple but great!

((Certainly a more serious RP if anybody is interested =P))

The cold and crisp night wind blew across his the exposed sections of his face, sending his senses into a funny direction of cold yet...calm. He stood upon the top of the small residential apartment building for about an hour, looking down upon the darkened city, peering around at the strange nightlife of Atlas Park. People walking around this way and that, police officers keeping a watchful yet scared eye out behind their backs, so called "Hero's" running by, eager to stop some evil deed in progress.

It seemed like music. Almost like clockwork...a symphony of time and motion.

Yet as he stood with one leg upon the edge, leaning upon a knee, his memories and thoughts drifted to events that would happen before these calm and serene moments.

- - -

"Don't touch me!" the woman screamed as the buff punk in a scary skull mask slapped her.

"Shut up!" he shouted, grabbing her purse and throwing it to his friend who held a pistol and laughed. She screamed out again for help, she was taken into a back alley where they could steal her purse and make a clean break after words, probably back to some other friends of theirs to show off their kill.

The lead thug, a shotgun hanging off of his shoulder, was now getting upset over the matter. The woman was making too much noise, too much attention was bad in this part of the city. There were a lot of eager young "Stooper-Hewoes" who would certainly attempt to rescue her. He would have to be quick or certainly finish this off now. Swinging around the sawed-off shotgun from his shoulder he cocked it once and shoved it right towards the woman, laughing as he placed his finger upon the trigger. This was one person that the heroes wouldn't save.

Yet as he pulled the trigger and the loud crack of the shotgun sounded, he found his arm and his weapon being forced upwards, where the projectile of the weapon would fly over the woman's head.

"What the?" he mumbled. Tracing his eyes now to his gun, he found a hand upon it, pushing it upwards and towards the building. Connected to the arm of course was what appeared to be a hero, but not the typical one. Dark with some sort of covering over his face, a bandana covering his head, he was clad in dark gear, not the trademark spandex of most hero's.

"Hey punk." the thug said, trying to jar the shotgun out of the hero's hands. "You better leave now before I...ARRRGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!"

He didn't get the chance to finish before the darkly clad hero twisted the shotgun perfectly and quickly, contorting his wrist in a blur and breaking it. In another flash the hero's right arm went up and straight out from his body, knocking into the thug and taking him off of his feet. He landed on the hard ground with a huge thud and yelled in pain.

His friend behind him dropped the womans purse and moved into a fighting position. The woman however caught a quick glimpse of her savior...his eyes were closed.

He moved quickly towards the other thug and crashed directly into him, an open palm strike to the face. The thug fell back and then stood back up as the hero spun around, delivering another one. This time the thug fell back into the wall of the building, where the hero then followed up the attack by lifting his knee into the thugs midsection. He slumped over and fell down, unconscious.

To the woman, it looked as if he knew what he was doing without actually having to think about doing it. His eyes were closed, as if it was some sort of dance to the nameless hero. She looked at him and spoke as he turned around and opened his eyes. "T...thank you." She was very grateful, but somewhat in shock still. The hero wasn't big, wasn't very muscular nor was he a brute, yet...he used complete brute strength and an inhuman grace.

"I...I surly would have ended up a story on the news if it wasn't for you..." she spoke again. He looked her over once and then looked away. She wondered what he was about when suddenly the silence was broken by another voice.

"Hey! Are you ok miss?" Another hero in red spandex with a bright symbol upon his chest appeared, walking into the alley. "Jeeze...what happened to them?". Certainly this hero was new to the business.

She turned to point at the dark clad hero, but as quickly as he came he vanished.

- - -

Aye, it was him that saved the woman. He called himself Rickshaw, though most people would never get to know his name. Not many people would care, but the question is...did he really care?

He stared up at the night sky once more and sighed under the "Wrap" that covered half of his face. "Is this what my life has come down too?" he asked himself quietly. Pondering the question, he moved his left hand and touched his right ring finger, were a faint black outline, a almost solid black ring around his finger, burned an image upon his skin. He looked down upon it, "Wish you all were still here."

He shook his head, was this his life for...ever? Was it doomed to be like this? Fighting simple street thugs...what happened to the adventure and the excitement.

But then again, when you suddenly find out you can't age anymore it does have a certain effect on you're mentality.

But to him in this moment, his life seemed somewhat broken...doomed to carry on in the utmost circle of pain and...dispensing pain apparently.

He sighed, enjoying the quiet moment of being alone, and looked up at the night sky.

He could actually see the stars.

((If you haven't noticed he's a tragic hero in the RP world =P))

Rickshaw, scrapper on Virtue. Always looking for fun times and good people though =). No SG Affiliation!