Derek_Holden

Well speaking of builds I am a bit concearned about Dereks build. After checking out actual %-values in that Char-builder you hyperlinked I feel that he isn't as kick-a$$ as he is supposed to be.

Here is the build he has up to date. Pay no attention to the order the stuff is in. I really can't remember in what order I choose his powers.

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Exported from Ver: 1.7.6.0 of the CoH_CoV Character Builder
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Name: Derek
Level: 22
Archetype: Scrapper
Primary: Claws
Secondary: Invulnerability
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01) --> Swipe==> Dmg(1)Dmg(9)Acc(11)
01) --> Resist Physical Damage==> DmgRes(1)DmgRes(3)DmgRes(3)DmgRes(5)
02) --> Strike==> Rechg(2)Acc(9)Acc(13)
04) --> Slash==> Rechg(4)Acc(5)Acc(11)
06) --> Swift==> Empty(6)
08) --> Combat Jumping==> DefBuf(8)DefBuf(13)DefBuf(19)
10) --> Kick==> Acc(10)
12) --> Follow Up==> TH_Buf(12)TH_Buf(15)Acc(15)
14) --> Resist Elements==> DmgRes(14)DmgRes(17)DmgRes(17)DmgRes(19)
16) --> Super Jump==> Empty(16)
18) --> Stealth==> Empty(18)
20) --> Health==> Heal(20)Heal(21)Heal(21)
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01) --> Sprint==> Empty(1)
01) --> Brawl==> Empty(1)
01) --> Critical Hit==> Empty(1)
02) --> Rest==> Heal(2)Heal(7)Heal(7)
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My main goal is to have high damage resistance and deal out a lot of damage myself. I don't mean I'd like to be a tank but still I feel that I don't deal enough damage for not being a tank... blah blah, now I'm ranting. I feel something is wrong somewhere but I don't know enough about CoX to knwo what it is, if anything...

Also I'm not sure why the builder claims that I'm lv22 'cause I'm only 21 but meh... not much difference.

((How the heck do I get to Pocket D??))

September 16th
The Hollows, The Gulch
Back Home


Derek was sitting in a T-shirt and his underwear at the small desk in the bunker that he and his old friends used to call ‘home’, it had now really become Dereks home following the last weeks events. On the desk lay a bunch of papers and photos from the Paragon Times news archives dating from yesterday and a few days back. The sightings of the Amber Banshee had been few but some sources had seen her at some club with a friend Monday night. The notes mentioned Amber in company with a female friend and some article from the following day mentioned a failed attempted arrest and a hasty get-away by Amber and her unknown friend. Derek knew the club but had no idea what to look for if he was to go there. He leaned back on his chair and let his thoughts run. “Who is that friend of hers…? It can’t be Angel or Sunshine… but… didn’t she mention another friend of hers…? Damnit! Can’t remember her name… was it Tiara? No… Terri, Terran?… No damnit….”

Derek quickly rose from his chair making it fall backwards and slam the floor. “The Lieutenant. That’s the only guy I know who can help me with this… I hope he hasn’t got all patriotic on behalf of his dead colleague. A payphone…”

He got up and got and got dressed, armed himself with the gun but left the knives, he had plenty of knives underneath the skin on his hands. He walked over to the doors, pushed the button to open them and stepped out. The chilly night air wrapped itself around him and he closed the door behind him. He camouflaged himself with his newest mutation and made it towards Atlas to find a working payphone, he passed a few gang members that slowly had begun to come back to the Gulch after the total wipe-out that had been yesterday. He reached the gates and saw lieutenant Wincott on his normal patrol behind the sand bags and policemen holding the habitants of the Hollows at bay. He passed the guards walking trying not to make a sound and entered Atlas Park again.

He sneaked his way to the nearest payphone and dialled the lieutenants cell phone number. The answer came fast.

“This is Wincott.”

“Hello lieutenant… It’s Derek.”

“D…?!? What the hell are you doing?” He lowered his voice and Derek could hear him distancing himself from his men. “This call could be traced and bugged.”

“Don’t worry lieutenant, I take it they haven’t got your phone bugged and I’m calling from a payphone.”

“What the hell do you want from me D? Do you realise I have to turn you in?”

“You don’t even know where I am so spare me the police business. I need a favour…”

“What makes you think I can provide you with a favour?”

“I hope you believe I did what I did in self defence and that I’m still the guy who climbed out of the gutter and started doing something good for people. I still do you know…”

Lt. Wincott let out a big sigh. “What do you need?”

“I need you to find something in the files of the failed arrest on the Amber Banshee a few nights ago. You know what I mean…”

“What about it?”

“A name. Of the Banshees friend who was with her at the bar… real name, alias, her grandma’s name if that’s the only thing you can dig up, but I need a clue in who she is.”

“You’re asking for a lot for someone who’s warranted for an arrest… But… I’ll see what I can do.”

“Thanks lieu… I’ll pay you back some day… When you have the info drop it in the trashcan outside my apartment. I would appreciate it tonight…”

“I’m not a robot but I’ll see what I can dig up, my shift is over now anyway. Keep an eye out.”

“Thanks lieu. Take care, I owe ya.”

Derek hung up and got back to his old apartment building. He jumped up on the roof and sat down to wait.

===

In the middle of the night someone approached his old apartment and threw something in the trash outside. Looked around him, turned back to where he came from and disappeared. Derek waited until he could no longer hear him and jumped down. A file had been thrown in the can and inside the file was a piece of paper torn from a notebook.

TARA.
FREQUENT VISITOR.
SEEN WITH THE BANSHEE

Derek took a lighter out of his pocket and set the paper on fire and threw it back into the trashcan, the piece of paper soon ignited the rest of the trash in it and the trashcan lit up the street. He walked away from there and headed to the club where Amber had escaped the police.

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Derek arrived at the club at three in the morning, the club was still open but people had begun to leave and the place was getting emptier. He waited a few moments outside until a few more people had left, then he went inside. He lit a cigarette and walked up to the bar, sat down and ordered a beer. He had pulled the mask from his face and pulled the hood down. He figured the beard that he had been growing over the last week would keep him from being immediately recognised. The bartender brought him his beer and eyed him suspiciously and went over to another customer, when they had ordered Derek put the money down on the counter. The bartender came and picked up the money and gave Derek the change.

“Excuse me sir…” Derek said to the bartender in a hushed voice.

“What?” the bartender asked with a sharp tone.

“Do you know a woman named Tara? She is something of a regular here…”

“Never heard of her. Who’s askin’?

“A friend.”

“Wouldn’t a “friend” of hers know about her whereabouts better than an old barkeep?”

“That’s the catch sir. I am just a “friend” of hers and I’ve been wanting to get a hold of her. She is quite elusive wouldn’t you think.” Derek hoped his fancy words would ease the bartenders mind… although he didn’t really know why on earth that should do the trick

“You don’t sound like the sort of character that she usually… I mean that…”

“And you say you don’t know her…”

“Come with me…” The bartender motioned for the back door and made a nod with his head to the other bartender while taking out a cigarette and waving it in the air. “Sure…” the other bartender said and served another customer

The bartender led Derek through the door and whacked him over the head with something very hard. Derek was knocked out cold.

September 15th, Nightfall
The Hollows, The Gulch
Home


Derek threw himself from the bed while he drew the gun from the nightstand and fired a bullet. The gunpowder exploded in the barrel propelling the bullet forward and causing a horrible bang that echoed between the not so soundproof walls. The bullet hit the rat that had been scratching the steel with his claws waking Derek from his sleep. The rat was transformed to a pile of blood and fur when the jacketed hollow point bullet expanded inside it and shredded it.

“Gah! For f**ks sake! Jeez…” Derek holstered the gun and sat down on the bed. “Damnit I must have slept for hours.” He took the knife that he kept under the pillow and pushed the button to open the door to the bunker, he left the motorbike thinking it would draw more attention than he wanted. “What the hell?” Derek heard absolutely nothing from the Gulch, no shouting outcast, no growling trolls, no nothing. “Where the hell is everybody?” He stepped out and looked around, something that gave him little information in the darkness engulfing the entire gulch. He listened intently as he made his way towards the gate to Atlas Park. As he passed yet another wrecked building he barely stopped himself from tripping over a dead Troll. “Yuch, they’re even uglier when they’re sliced up and dead… This isn’t the work of any police force…” He looked around him and with his eyes more used to the darkness he could see a multitude of dead Trolls lying scattered on the ground. “Holy sh*t, some hero must have got fed up with the Trolls. That means they could still be here…” He left the Trolls and took a leap up the dirt wall out of the Gulch. Well up on ground level he faded in to the shadows to become almost completely invisible. By now he was used to having new abilities come to him ever so often and since yesterday on a little fieldtrip to the Talos Island where he was looking into a Sky Raider base, he realised that if he focused his skin and for some reason his clothes could become nearly invisible for the naked eye. He figured that he would ask Force Commander what he thought was the cause of it, but that could wait. Right now he just thought it would come in handy.

He didn’t have to hurt the police men standing guard outside the gates to Atlas, he just walked casually past them and they where none the wiser. “Who would know anything about where Amber is hiding…?” He thought to himself as he sneaked through back alleys steering clear of the open spaces.

He took to the rooftops and had soon reached Talos Island. He quickly found the office of the Paragon Times.

“Let’s see now… Wow, this lock is like, ancient history. I used to break these when I was 12.” He snickered and proceeded in breaking an entry into the building. Inside the lights where on but the guards desk was empty. “The guard must be taking a nap somewhere…” He thought and sneaked in unnoticed by the security cameras. Using the stairs instead of the elevators seemed a good idea and he found the floor where they kept their files by looking at an information sign hanging on the wall. Taking the stairs two steps at a time got him upstairs fast and he was soon up on the right floor. He opened the door and peeked around the corner to see if any guards where there. Nothing. The lights where of. “Hmm…” He thought. “Good for hiding, bad for finding the right door…” He wished he had remembered to pack a flashlight but breaking in was something he hadn’t done for a long time and back then they just beat the living daylights out of whoever they encountered.

Derek sneaked around in the dark and when his eyes got used to the darkness again he found the right door and stepped inside. He turned on the lights and sat down by the computer rummaging through the hard drive for any sightings of the Amber Banshee.

September 15th
The Hollows, The Gulch
Home


Derek was waiting for nightfall. He paced back and forth in the bunker that had become his home the last few days. He called this bunker ‘home’, he and the other guys from the old gang. They had built it just to have something to do and somewhere to hide when the police were doing raids.

The bunker was housed inside and underneath a collapsed office building in the middle of the Gulch where they knew the police wouldn’t look. Composed of thick steel plating with gas filtered ventilation it was a good place to hide. The size of it where more than enough for the boys to stay for quite a while without killing each other.

Derek touched the steel walls and remembered how insanely heavy they where but how drummond had helped them. “Five years ago… Feels like forever.” Drummond had been like the boys older brother, ten years older and half way to Troll because of his addiction to Dyne. But Derek and the boys didn’t know or care about the Dyne, they only saw his muscles. They had looked up to him and now Derek didn’t know if he would ever see him again. He didn’t know if he would see anyone again.

“I have to find Saffron” He said. “If I’m only gonna meet one more friendly soul before the police hunt me down and lock me up… I wonder where the hell she’s hiding. I’ll start looking after night falls.”

Derek stopped pacing and picked up a book on the English language that he had bought on the recommendation by Force Commander once on one of their nightly alcohol orgies. He started reading but after a few minutes he put it down, he could hardly concentrate. “It was great meeting the team yesterday. I almost forgot we where supposed to go to trial today… Today?! Holy s**t yeah, the trial is today. I sure hope 29 and Lady Cobra can keep it together in there.” Derek let the book fall down on the floor beside the armchair he was sitting in. “I wonder what time it is…” He went over to a small door in a corner wall. It was a wall safe and Derek punched the combination on the keypad. The door clicked open and revealed a sort of a static periscope put together with mirrors. It was still light outside. He shut the door and listened to the lock sliding into place making the door almost as tough as the solid steel walls.

“Still daytime… hmm, maybe I should try and get some sleep.” He went over to a merely functional bunk bed and sat down, he put the gun on the night stand and slid one of his large knives into the sheath that was fastened in the bed under the pillow. Then he lay down and tried to catch some sleep before night.

I'm.... I'm... I'm so sorry!!!


*violent crying*

Gah! Server down! Server down!

Atleast for me.... anyone else got kicked out?

September 11th
The Hollows.
The Gulch.


Only a few minutes earlier, Derek had killed a police officer. He kept repeating to himself that it was in self defence. Suddenly he had reached his destination.

Drummond was waiting for him outside a collapsed apartment building. There where two motorcycles standing next to him.

“Did you read the paper?” Derek asked as he got close enough.

“Yes.” Drummond didn’t look very happy and he frowned at Derek.

“Thanks for the bike Drums. Will you help me carry them in?” Derek stepped towards one of the bikes motioning for Drummond to take the other one.

“I’m not staying.” Drums crossed his arms in front of him.

“What the hell are you talking about!?” Derek stopped pushing the bike in front of him.

“I’m not staying. I’m done with hiding from the police. That’s my old life. And I’m not going back, in fact I’m going to the police right now. I haven’t been a big part of your Militia, I don’t know anything. Hopefully they’ll just beat me up and let me go back to my shop. My honest job, that I do for a living.”

Derek stared in disbelief at his friend. “Fine.” He pushed his bike closer to the collapsed building and pushed a button that was hidden under a pile of rubble. A large garage door swung open without a sound, through the door the cold steel interior could be seen.

“Fine.” Drummond replied and hopped up on his bike. “Derek?”

“What, Drums?”

“Be careful.” Drummond revved up his engine and took of towards the nearest road.

“F**k it!” Derek said, went into the hidden bunker and pushed a button to close the doors behind him.

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Later that evening.


“Holy s**t!” Derek woke up a few hours later. “Saffron!” He jumped out of bed, fully dressed, with the gun holstered on his thigh and the knives holstered at his belt, under his long sleeves on both arms and one under the sweater on his back.

He ran to the doors and hit the switch to open them while whipping out his cell, dialling the phone number to The Amber Banshee.

September 11th
The Hollows. 510 Cherry Hill Road. Apartment 5b.
Dereks Home.


Derek was bolting back and fourth through his small apartment picking up clothes and other personal affects as he ran past them. He stuffed them all in a backpack that he was holding in his hand.

“F**k!” He exclaimed and gathered up some more things before stopping and thinking of what stuff he had already packed. Clothes, canned food, four large hunting knives, a black Glock17 and ammo for it, some more clothes and his wallet.

He was reading the newspaper article over again as he picked up his newly purchased cell-phone, dialled a number and hit the call button. "The Militia Accused! ...heroine known as Dragonfly... ...genocide accusations... ...Derek Holden... …former gang member... ...dealing drugs... …hero brutality…" The article, even the whole paper, went on in the same fashion naming different Militia members and hanging them out as vicious criminals. The phone was ringing on the other end and was soon picked up.

“Yeah, Drummonds shop. Ya need a bike?”

“Yes, Drums. I need a bike. Delivered ‘back home’. And I want you to deliver it personally. Now.” Derek closed the lid on his phone before Drummond had a chance to reply. He new the PPD could be monitoring his phone.

He took one last look at his apartment, turned to leave but stopped and turned around into the apartment again. He went into the kitchen and picked a pen out of a drawer. He found an old envelope and wrote a message. He wrote ‘I’ve gone back home now’. He new the cops would raid his apartment and he new they would question his sister about the note and his sister new where his ‘home’ was, since he couldn’t afford to make yet another call he figured it safer if the police told his sister where he was. He liked the irony. He left the note in plain sight on the sitting room table and left the house. He wrapped a piece of maroon cloth over his mouth and nose as a mask and put his shades on as he took the stairs down two steps at a time. He put a hooded sweater on before he went out on the street. He peered around to see if anyone was looking for him, this ‘anyone’ being Paragons finest. Satisfied with seeing no one he stepped out on Cherry Hill Road and started running ‘home’.

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Kirk Dougwall was standing on the corner almost in plain sight, in front of Dereks house. He was wearing a dirty trench coat over his PPD uniform and radioed in that he had visual contact with the suspect. The response was a warning that the suspect was armed and dangerous and that he should proceed with caution, should he attempt to make an arrest. He radioed over and out and snorted at the idea. It was a seventeen year old kid ‘hero’ or no hero, what danger could he pose. He took of the dirty coat and threw it on a fire burning in an old oil barrel and ran off to intercept the suspect.

===

Derek had just rounded a corner and was measuring the height of the drop down into the Gulch when a night-stick hit him with full force on his thigh. He fell head first down on the pavement and turned his head to his right to see a pair of polished black shoes and a pair of pants with a easily recognised colour. Paragons finest.

He put his hands on the ground next to his shoulders and before the police officer had time to react he swung his legs in a wide arch and flipped himself over on his back at the same time. His legs swept the officers legs away and he crashed to the ground. Derek made an acrobatic flip and was up on his feet, he aimed a punch at the officers head but the blow was deflected by the night-stick. The officer swung his weapon at Derek and the blow got him stumbling a few steps backwards giving the police time to stand up.

The officer reached for his gun, pulled it out of the holster in the same second Derek regained his balance and saw what was about to happen. During the split second the police took aim at the close ranged target, Derek placed his feet on the ground getting a solid grip on the surface. The gun went of and Derek jumped, towards the police but downwards towards the ground. The bullet barely missed his shoulder and left a track searing pain as it travelled alongside the entire length of Dereks back. Derek hit the ground and made a roll, got up on his feet and before the automated pistol could fire another round Dereks right hand claws where sticking out the back of the police officer.

The claws had entered through the ribcage, breaking of a few ribs, went straight through the lungs and heart of the officer and out his back. Blood was pouring out of the wound and the police took a few strained gasps for air, coughed some blood that landed in Dereks face and then slumped to the ground as Derek slid the claws back out. He took his mask of and wiped away some of the blood on his face before wiping of the claws and retracting them. He threw the bloody piece of cloth on the ground and stood there for a few seconds going through the whole scenario that hadn’t lasted even a whole minute.

His hands where shaking while he was trying to convince himself that it was him or the police. Either he killed this cop or the cop would have killed him. He didn’t feel the numbness in his thigh or the searing pain in his back where the bullet had passed. He made the jump down into the Gulch and continued his way ‘home’.

Should this be made a sticky just like the list of roleplayers?

Nice cossies. Looks kinda like my idea but without details so they have my vote.

Is the color on the side stripes optional? I mean can you choose whatever color suites your taste?

And what about details? Shoulderpads, gloves et.c. anything standard issue or...?


//D

August 12th
The Hollows. 510 Cherry Hill Road. Apartment 5b.
Derek's Home.

Saffron looked at her watch. Two hours had passed since she had turned up at Derek’s place on Saturday. At first she had been surprised. Despite the shabby exterior that was typical to all places in Eastgate, the inside seemed reasonably tidy for a bachelor’s pad. But despite his attentiveness and hospitality, she couldn’t help feeling incredibly anxious. She hadn’t meant to invite herself round to his place last week but she couldn’t think of anything else to do. Meriam had deliberately left them on their own on that hill to sort things out and coffee seemed to be the easiest option. But there was this tension in the air where they seemed to be both waiting for something to be said. If he didn’t make a move soon, she was either going to do it herself or run. Despite Tara’s attempts to motivate her the night before, she couldn’t help feeling petrified.

Still, the afternoon had passed pleasantly. Derek was charming, funny and had made her feel relaxed despite her nerves. It was nice to talk without worrying about the next villain waiting around the corner. They’d discussed music, films, childhood, family, even to tastes in food. But it was all skirting around the one thing they weren’t talking about…

“So,” she said, “what do you want to talk about now?”

Derek shrugged, “Don’t mind”, he said.

There was an uneasy pause.

“Well, ok, I should be getting back I guess,” said Saffron. She looked over at him, waiting to see what he’d say next.

Derek scratched his neck. “Oh… well, ok. That’s ok. Lots of things to do eh?”

“Something like that.” Amber replied. She went and put on her shoes and her jacket while Derek was leaning against the door-post just looking at her.

“Ok, bye then.” Said Saffron and headed for the door. As she turned away she was glad that he couldn’t see the disappointed look on her face.

“Bye” Derek replied as the door closed.

Saffron was relieved to get outside again but at the same time sad. Had she been too open? Too closed? She fiddled with her bracelet as she walked down the street, keeping an eye out for Eastgate’s less pleasant denizens. She was just about to pass a gang of Trolls who were trying to determine who had the biggest muscles when she heard a window open behind her.

“Hey MacKenzie! I just realised I have a bottle of wine just lying around here that won’t drink itself, Are you sure that thing you where doing can’t wait a little while longer? I’ll even throw in dinner as a bonus if that will persuade you.”

Saffron stopped and smiled. She tried to suppress the huge grin as she turned to see Derek hanging out of his window. She failed. Trying not to giggle too she almost ran back to number 510.

Members of the Militia

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Super Group: The Militia

The militia was originally created by "The Ministry" to take care of the areas in Paragon City that the more experienced crimefighters seemed to have forgotten about. The original members got secretive letters from "The Minister" and very soon The Militia was formed. The Minister sends new recruits our way every so often so our members are used to seeing new people in the Militia.

We have IC meetings once a week on Thursdays at 19.30. And at the moment we have members ranging from 10-20, this of course will increase over time. We have a base that is mostly functioning as a social gathering point, although upgrades with more practical use are on their way.

All AT’s are welcome although we are short on defenders, controllers and tankers at the moment and once onboard the ship you are free to bring along an alt if you feel the urge.

Besides our two threads here on the forum that are our IC-thread and our OOC-thread , we have an external message board that you can access here.

Feel free to post in our OOC-thread or on our own forum if you are interested in joining. Or by all means go ahead and apply IC as well in our IC-thread.

Any question feel free to PM myself or Dante here on the forums or in game, global names: @Derek and @Dante

Looking forward to hearing from you.

August 10th
The Hollows. 510 Cherry Hill Road. Apartment 5b.
Dereks Home.

Derek took of his T-shirt as soon as he got through the door and threw it in a corner where a healthy pile of dirty laundry was building up. He went straight to the kitchen and took out a beer. He opened it and took a few big gulps.

"Ah hell, I gotta clean this sh*t up before Amber gets here." He thought to himself while he chugged the remainder of the brew. He was standing in the middle of his rather messy apartment looking out over the chaos that surrounded him in all directions.

“How the hell am I supposed to get this dump in shape?” He walked around the small apartment aimlessly looking at all the junk everywhere. “How the fu*k could I be so stupid as to invite her to this hell-hole…” His habit of talking to himself when alone in his apartment had been stronger the last few weeks although Derek hardly noticed the amount of time himself. “But… ah sh*t how could I not have invited her…” He went into the kitchen to fetch a new beer after another lap around the apartment without actually touching, throwing or moving anything. He looked around the wrecked apartment and sighed. “This is never gonna work…” He opened the beer and downed it in a single go. He threw the bottle in a corner. “Ah damn I’m not supposed to do that… what the fu*k is wrong with me?” He picked up the bottle that he threw away and put it in a bag that he found in the kitchen. “I’d better get going with this…” He started picking up old pasta boxes realising that he had no trash bags left after throwing a hand full of boxes. “I need help, and fast…. I hate to do it but I have to…”

He dropped the bag on the floor and left the apartment. He took a walk down to Atlas Park to the nearest payphone and dialled one of the two numbers he knew by heart.

“Hi Yess. It’s me Derek. I need your help… It looks like sh*t at my crib and I kinda have a date Saturday…”

Another quick thing.... wouldn't it be best to point all the new "recruits" in the direction of our brand new forum. I mean, we have it so why not use it to the fullest?

This said because I'm writing the RP-SG-list reply now so I wanted some quick feed-back on my thought.

Hey guys, you're making me blush [img]/uk/images/graemlins/blush.gif[/img] (oh what a girly thing to say but what the hey)

Alright, I'll post our details in the RP-SG thread. Also I'd like to take another turn in reminding everyone who hasn't signed up on our own forum http://cohmilitia.suddenlaunch3.com to do so and post a bio or whatever, just to get the forum a bit more active. I've posted a screeny of my militia uniform suggestion recently if we are still on that issue.

Are we getting anywhere with the TF issue btw?

Who is currently running this SG? I mean... who's in charge of things?

I'm asking because apperantly some people (atleast one) has caught on my idea of listing RP SG's on the forum as a complement to our list of roleplayers. so I figured the leader of the SG should be the one posting our info on the list as he/she will probably be able to give the most accurate info.


Concearning game time I am free thursday as always and also saturday is available. My wife is going to the movies with her siblings and that means my kid can entertain himself infront of the wifes computer giving me time to entertain Myself infront of my computer. [img]/uk/images/graemlins/grin.gif[/img]

But Dante, you sound so... cryptic...

*Starts thinking about conspiracy theories and slowly drifts away while mumbling something about zombies, game-manufacturers, u.f.o's and shrimps.*

I figured that since we already have a list of Roleplayers why not have a list of Roleplay oriented Super Groups as well? That would hopefully ease things up a bit if we get new (or old) people who wants in on some juicy roleplaying action.

Listings would contain links to external websites/forums and stuff like that besides the SG name. Maybe a brief introduction to the SG, what they are up to and what type of roleplaying they are mostly in to.

That's my two cents. Tell me what you think.

A Vahzilok?

Aren't those like... evil?

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Concearning the moderating on the cohmilitia forums it will basically be nothing more than seeing what we need to have on the forums, new boards and stuff. Kicking/banning people that have no business there and discussing new recruits. Maybe people with higher IC-ranks should be moderators as that would make more sense when discussing the eventual new recruits. Also lock threads and move threads that are of topic, plus editing/deleting posts that are rude/offending. All of this is pretty standard and not Really neccesary as we know each other quite well and I can't imagine anyone of us going all heywire insulting everyone else. It might come in handy in the future though.

Although we can discuss this moderator business for quite some time if we need to. There is, as said earlier, no real need for any administrative (is that even a word?) backup at the moment.

Another BTW....

Anyone up for taking on the role as "co-admin" (Global Moderator) on the cohmilita forum? It's not really any trouble managing the boards atm but maybe in the future when traffic increases. The "Global Moderator" will have the exact same powers as I (the admin) have.

And yet another btw that I've been thinking about. Who is taking care of the base and paying rent and stuff like that?

Oh and BTW how did things go with the costume competition???

Did you do some runway/model thingie tuesday? If so, how did it turn out?

I'm at my mother-in-laws house and I finally set my own computer up with her internet connection so I am able to play. I will be online thursday as usual and I will keep myself available should you encounter any nasty AV's that needs a good slashing.

I will be here until sunday if the TF gets finished and we set a day to do anything. My only issue is sharing this cpu and my CoH with my wife and her WoW.