Dark_Stone

Early today, police raided a warehouse thought to be the headquarters of the Gaia's Reclamation Army, a Terrorist Organisation one ran by Markus Derrant, AKA Sludge.
Derrant's leutenant, a shadowy figure going by the name of 'The Green Man' (picture enclosed) has been leading the GRA since his arrest and incarceration half a year ago.
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police raided the warehouse after an anonymous tipoff and fought with the terrorists, eventually pulling out due to the discovery of several biological bombs primed to explode. Officers escaped, and when they re-entered the building with protection against the gasses emmitted by the explosion found the body of the man they beleived to be The Green man, heavily decayed due to the biological bombs.

The Cheif of police had this to say...

*Bzkt*

"So people perform their tricks on him?"

Damn right. He loves people walking on his face

One thing i will say as a good roleplay hint.
You don't see people say this in real life:

"Colon Closebracket Hi mum, how are you doing?"
Whats that? Don't understand what was just said, well, i'll put in a Colon and a closebracket instead of saying it this time.

" Hi mum, how are you doing?"

A lot of people dont seem to see this as such a big deal, but personally, i really, really dislike smilies in the middle of conversation as it ruins the flow of the RP.
If you want your character to smile while saying something like that, try an emote:

/e smiles at his mother "Hi mum, how are you doing?"

will show up on other peoples chat windows as...

Dark Stone smiles at his mother "Hi mum, how are you doing?"

It also helps people feel your a more mature roleplayer!

thats The Stage :O
cheeky.

Nanasawa Hibari hummed a little as she skipped back to her perants apartment with her schoolbag in one hand, warmly wrapped up in a scarf, sweater and wooly hat to keep her warm. She stood out from most of the other girls of her age at Paragon City elementary school, a lot of the other asian girls were older exchange students, but her perants had moved here during the summer, Bringing little Hibari with them. She was 10 and the world was still full of wonder, while it had stopped snowing winter was still fun to her.
She reached up to swipe a handful of black hair out of her eyes. She had way too much hair, she had thought, but her mother had told her it was far too beautiful to cut it off, so she had put up with the constant battle for facial supremacy. He skin contrasted with her white uniform, japanese heretige obvious from her almond eyes and skin tone.
She wondered what her father would cook for dinner tonight, thoughts of savoury meat buns and honeyed chicken floating through her minds eye, a little chibi Hibari chasing after them, her legs a blur as she sped around after them in her little chibi kitchen, before poucning on them and devouring them like a hungry tiger. Her face curved into a smile and her eyes closed for a second at the funny mental picture.
A quiet sound made her stop and look into an alleyway, dark patches of shadow making it hard to see what was inside. "Ohayo?" She asked, taking a step into the alleyway, her foot crunching down on a discarded chicken wing, half eaten. She covered her nose at the smell of the garbage that was strewn all over the place and was about to turn and go when she heard the noise again, a quiet mewling at the back of the alley.
"Is that a kitty?" She asked herself, moving further in and feeling sick at all the rubbish that had just been tipped there by unthinking locals and hellions that had tipped over a dumpster. He slid past the huge metal dumpster and moved towards the back of the alley, a small moving shape caught her eye. Amongst the rubbish a young cat, obviously sick and mange ridden crawled. Hibari put both of her gloved hands to her mouth at the sight of it, eyes welling up with tears. She crouched down and picked up the almost-kitten in her arms, body hunched over it to protect it from the cold. It mewed weakly and she started to sob.
A green shape glinted up above her, zipping down through the sky and into the alleyway, dancing around the rubbish before arcing up, the faint shape of a heart. it landed on her back and slowly sank into her sweater.
Rubbing her eyes with her sleeve and still holding the kitten, she looked around at the alleyway. "It was the rubbish that did this wasn't it kitty. I wish that people didn't just leave rubbish like this to hurt little kitties..." She rubbed her eyes again with her sleeve, another sob escaping from her mouth.

A green light bathed the alleyway as Hibari slipped sideways into somewhere else. She tried to cover herself as he clothing turned into peach-tree leaves and swirled around her, reforming into a white uniform with green detailing over her body. She giggled a little and stretched her arms out as a pair of bracers formed on her forarms, white light etching a peach tree emblem onto each one. She crossed her forearms in front of her forehead as he hair slowly changed from black into a deep green, moving her arms aside as a tiara appeared on her forehead, her hair tying itself into bunches at the back of her head. She put her hands on her hips and bounced them once, left to right and a jingle of metal could be heard as a golden belt with a green gem appeared at her waist. With another happy giggle, she slipped back sideways, knelt down on the floor with the kitty in her arms.

"Gaia doesnt like it when her children get sick because of neglect, kitty. All this rubbish is making you sick, but don't worry, Momo-Hime will make the pain go away." She held the kitty close to her chest and a pulse of green light expanded from her chest. When she looked down, the kitten looked back up at her as if she had just been plucked from out of a petstore. With a happy squeal and jumping to her feet, Momo lifted the kitty up in the air. "Love conquers all!" She said, closing her eyes and holding the kitten to her chest.

When she opened them again, she was just a schoolgirl, holding a kitten in her arms that was chewing on one of her wooly gloves hungrily. "Dont worry kitty, i will be your mama." She said happily, making her way out of the alleyway with a bounce in her step.

Now the chibi Hibari had a little kitten holding onto her head as they chased savoury buns around the kitchen...

Not sure if your allowed to advertise stuff like this on the forums...

*looks down at signature*

Saying that :P
We Heart Zombies has been around for a year now.

I'll take a look at our game when i get back from shopping, im being glared at to hurry up

It would be nice, but what you have to bear in mind is that the average plotrunner allready has their fingers in a lot of pies, especially when your running a very involved plot like Z is doing.
At any one time she has to keep about 10 different people up to date on information that is quite often completely different;
For example, Dark Stone is currently 'Talking' (Spelt I-N-T-E-R-R-O-G-A-T-I-N-G) a few heros now to try and find out information on Cauter, whereas Doctor Temporis is probably standing in Bloody Bay with a C.O.M.P.L.I.C.A.T.E.D D.E.V.I.C.E (Tm) trying to find out information while Jessica Van Steenberg is busy checking up files in an Arachnos Lab. (Please note, i'm probably wrong in descriptions of what people are doing, they're just examples)

Z puts a lot of effort into her plots to keep lots of people entertained in the way that they enjoy as well as make an intuiging storyline that actually makes you think, So please excuse a plotrunner when they cant recap an entire adventure for someone who isn't involved, as sometimes they're just too darn busy!

Reb does not miss Hogfather Also O.O
on pain of pain O.O
*heat beam eye lasers*

Just kidding.
about the heat beam eye laser thing...
ok, ok. and the hurting.
But in a choice between party and hogfather... *wince* Hogfather wins

I still have an original D&D d10 on my shelf in my room...

Global: @Rebel
Server: Onion!
Chars: Dark Stone, ICBM... possibly more later on.
RP Type: Realistic, Ingame, Instant Messenger or Forum, Mission or Non Mission

"...Managed to speak to the missing hero last night. He had this to say" Dark looked somewhat suprised at the newscrew that was cornering him while he was in a rush, two bouquets of flowers in one hand and a few boxes of chocolates under the other. He looked at the camera and went to scratch the back of his head with the flower-holding hand and managed to get a face full of roses. "Uh... Old nemesis of mine got hold of me. I've been trying to get away since i went missing, i guess."
"You mean the Clockwork King, Jared?" the blonde newsreporter asked, holding the microphone up to his face "Uh, no. Bigger then that."
"Nemesis Rex? Dr Vazhilock?"
"Woah, Doc Vazhilock hates me more then usual now? What did i ever do to... oh, yeah. right. The arm-cannon thing. Hehe. Nah, its not those guys. This ones a little more personal"
"What is this man's name? is he a danger to paragon city?"
"Uh... It's more of an It. The Nexus, an no... not if it knows whats good for it." He fixed a steely glare on the camera for a second, before calming somewhat and re-attaining his dopey grin. "So how -you- been Barbera?" He asked the news reporter, making her blink "I'm... fine, thank you."
"How about that guy you were seeing... whats his name, Grayham?" Dark waved to the camera "Yo, Dude."

***

Dark watched himself proceed to embarass the newsreporter on TV with a little chuckle as he rubbed the back of his head "They never expect that...". He moved over to the TV and bent down, rubbing his chin "Jane... am i really that grey now?"
"Yup" She replied from the bathroom. Dark ran his fingers through his hair and grumbled somewhat "You got any Grecian 5000 in my colour?"
"Nope" Came the reply.
"Damn..."

... which is also my concern.

Birthday and The Gathering both at the very end of August, and its the cash that worries me, mostly.

That and i suck at travelling.

I'm a Larping in August. *shrugs*

Sorry Chums. did warn you :P

Bradley Chalmers (Othwise known a 'Rad Active') Is still 19... 20 this year, though.

actually, as a homebrew solution to the whole frostfire thing, i usually refer to him as 'a' frostfire rather then 'the' frostfire.

After all, not every 'block' is actually called that, right? makes sense that there might be more then one frostfire out there... rare, but...

also, i dont see my name on that list, ffm...

Is reb going to have to... Smash?

I actually burst out laughing at the look on your face with Z's question.

Pure comedy gold, fella. my question is in the mail

Nice one, hun. I'm not one for congrats via forums, i'll say the proper ones when i see yah online.

The ultimate excuse for -anything-

Its Magic!/Science!/Mutations!/God!

"we are much more interested in what sort of person you are and what depths you will sink to. "

Sort of like how microsoft recruit their employees.

thats where it starts, you know.

they call it a loyalty card, its actually more of a semiporus plastic that secretes a drug that makes you obey the owner of the shop and buy buy buy.

is your life really worth picking up a 'loyalty' card?

I aint no slave... >.O

*puts on his tin foil hat*

Dammit, if you want a camera, use a camera. if you want a phone, use a damn phone >.O Camera phones are the bane of my existance.

The general consensus is...

1: You do not see a ding, no flash of bright light. thats all OOC, if you gonna say congratulations, use an OOC method.

2: More often then not, team chat is used for OOC chat

3: I dont agree with being able to take photographs with yourself in them, it would require a lot of effort and/or a little flying robot that takes pictures.

"unlike Zortel, who could Possibly alt the entire X-Men and various spinoffs cast and STILL find time to play her own"

Obviously someones not been paying attention to Z very much. :P

Unfortunately, Cass is right. the game is heavily, heavily slanted towards PVP. However, as with CoH that doesnt stop me from trying.

These are actually really cool, and i wish i had your talent at making videos. just as a word to the wise though, you were probably best off Putting these in Creative and linking them here

*goes to see about the experimental talent stealing laser*

Dark did indeed get sick on wednesday.

If you dont get a message through to Dark Stone, try @rebel