Demobot

Whoa. 103 MB worth of I15.

HUZZAH!

I've seen this happen before, where Hero 1 does an Unstoppable that gives him 100% resistance to some forms of damage. He doesn't do it on every LGTF; I've been on some where we were able to kill him through Unstoppable and others where we depended upon regen debuffs in order to kill him when Unstoppable dropped.

Very odd.

Dear Caves,

Thank you for not giving me concussions or broken bones when I run, jump or fly around in you, bouncing from wall to wall like a 1st grader after 6 Kool Aids and an all day Pokemon marathon.

Crapfully yours,

Demobot

P.S. Thanks for getting up the guts to straighten out the last mish of the Numina TF.

Maybe we need a 'King of the Defenders'-style thread to settle this.

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Well, it's not the costume I would enter into the contest. Here it is, but I think the one I posted was better.

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LOL!
Dude. You look like a Praetorian Century 21 Realtor. Instead of the Gold Blazer, in the Praetorian universe you get "70's Station Wagon Green" Blazers.
I give it a thumbs up!

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I was trying to make it 'money green' but 'Praetorian real-estate agent' works too, I guess.

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love the MM with PPD bots O.o

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What makes you think that's a MM?

Yep, Reichsman's in stasis in the abandoned Freedom Phalanx base beneath Boomtown.

I am very much looking forward to taking his [censored] down.

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My five:

American Lotus

Atlass

Cpt.Liberty

Demobot (of course)

Umbral Vanguard

Global in sig.

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Demo- you're missing your Wentworth's costume! I actually laughed when I saw that.

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Well, it's not the costume I would enter into the contest. Here it is, but I think the one I posted was better.

Happy Birthday Rick. Again. Even though your birthday was supposed to be February 6th.

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Dunno.

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Happy Birthday, Rick.

I'm having a lot of fun with my Dark Melee/Shield Scrapper. It's got resist, defense, tohit debuffs, a self-heal and two killer damage buffs.

The server isn't empty, we just hide under the fridge when someone flips the lights on.

Welcome back.

My five:

American Lotus

Atlass

Cpt.Liberty

Demobot (of course)

Umbral Vanguard

Global in sig.

Buy a server transfer for that character; those transactions are free on the Test server.

Longest ITF was on was over 2 hours. Shortest was 25 minutes with four Scrappers, a Brute and 2 Kins. A wood chipper on rocket fuel couldn't have done much better.

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BMT is a fake channel. It doesn't really exist.

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Either that or it's in a existential quandary. How the hell I am managing to make this post after so many beers is beyond me...

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Because your postcount is 1337. You have skillz.

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<_<


There, just making my usual contribution...

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Then I feel compelled to respond with...

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Demobot: Beware the chicken.

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It's possible. The letter from the ITF suggests it.

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Dear Character...
While time traveling into the past, you visit Cimerora and in a crate you find a hand written letter addressed to Character...
Did you think I wouldn't find you? You were sly, using an Aspect of the Pillar that wasn't linked to Ouroboros. Did you ever stop to think where Montague may have acquired that crystal? Or how?
I apologize. This letter was not meant for harsh words or recriminations. I merely meant to remind you that I can find you...anytime, anyplace, anywhere. That is all.
Who am I? I know you have been asking yourself that question for a time now. Am I Requiem? Am I Silos? Am I...you, perhaps? You may even be asking yourself which one of those people I am. Have you ever met Praetorian Earth Requiem? He doesn't go by that name, of course, in case you were wondering. Have you, perchance, met the shadow version of yourself? What about the version of Mender Silos from Faathim's reality?
It is a paradox.
Try not to think about it.
But again, my train of thought wanders. I'm writing you to tell you that, as surprising as it might sound, Mender Silos and his time traveling cohorts are actually succeeding in delaying the coming storm. Note, I didn't say preventing. There is still hope.
Because of their actions, and likely yours as well, it may be sometime before I can truly extend my hand to you in kinship. There is other work in other places for us to do. As much as I enjoy these letters, I'm sure you will understand that we have more pressing matters to attend. So, for now, I bid you farewell.
As always, look for me in the crystal.

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I'm inclined to think that it was forgotten about.

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The devs say it's a ways off.

The 'coming storm' is not what has me interested, it's the Letter Writer, who sends your character cryptic messages at various points in time, no mean feat, requiring the author to know beforehand where your character will be and when.

My guess is whatever this being is, it is projecting its mind across time and space and controlling individuals in order to write and place these letters.

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What is that from?

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If you can believe it, I made it up. If you can't believe it, I still made it up.

I have an overactive imagination.

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I give you, the Writer of the Month for Penthouse Forum, Ladies and Gentlemen!


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Yay.

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What is that from?

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If you can believe it, I made it up. If you can't believe it, I still made it up.

I have an overactive imagination.

Of the more tolerable tribes I will say little, other than that while ignorant of more modern ways, they were well-intentioned and gave us food and water and sent us on our way downriver. It was 3 days after leaving that village that we saw our first warning sign, a body tied to a tree with the tell-tale wounds of the savages. When our food stores began running low, I went with Higgensbury to find edible fruit. We were cutting plantains down when he spotted them and cried out in warning. I dropped to the ground and lay prone, but it was too late for Higgensbury. With skill honed from years of survival in that harsh jungle the foremost of the savages hurled his weapon. The water balloon struck Higgensbury on the right side of his face and he fell dead. As they whooped in victory I scampered off as fast as I could, keeping cover between myself and their deadly water-filled latex projectiles. Upon reaching the boats I roused the men and we immediately cast off. The enemy dotted the shoreline and taunted us, holding up Higgensbury's body, water dripping from his face. Many of the expedition cried out in despair and Hogan had to be restrained by three of his companions. We rowed upriver with redoubled vigor and vowed never to return to that Godforsaken place.

Out of curiosity, what server are you on? I haven't seen any admin messages regarding server maintenance.

It's right here.

The sentient pickles were a peaceloving race for many centuries, but when they turned their green, shriveled eyes from their terrestrial home to the stars and saw the world of cocktail olives, hatred filled their pickle-hearts to the brim. Assembling their greatest minds, they devised a plan to destroy the hideous evil that lurked beyond the empty void. Their warheads armed, their rockets ready, the pickles launched the first and last volley of the First Interstellar Vegetable War. The telescopes held their gaze upon the cocktail olive planet, and just as they had hoped, pinpricks of nuclear fire began dotting its surface. Over a period of 3 days, more than five thousand warheads struck the alien world, reducing it to an irradiated rock.

The moral of the story? Don't let pickles look at you.