Ex_Libris

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Paranoid isn't so much creepy...its..insane? That the word I want?

Any game that gives you six "clones" aka Lives and you have a good chance of going through all six in ONE SESSION is pretty insane

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the first time I played it was 2ED I believe. It had the torubeshooter walkign down the hall whistling while a gorup of security guards were waitign to ambush him. Anyway the first time I played We managed to go through all bu 1 clone in the training mission scenerio. And we did that before we ever got briefed. My guy was named Hshen R Block.

I had fun when they gave us our gear and we got ultra viloet ammo for our rifles by mistake. I painted the clips and used them later to kill Kill the other players. To bad for me my rifle had a secruity chip to prevent higher energy level ammo from beign used.

chapter 1
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Mister E. adjusted his mask, tightening it slightly in the back. With a flourish he donned his fedora, running his fingers almost ritualistically across the brim. His mother would have died from either laughter or shame if she could see him now. His bright yellow suit and hat, purple mask and undershirt, and purple boots would look ridiculous in almost any kind of reasonable social circles, but not here, not in Paragon City.

Almost a month had passed since the robbery at his magic show. The 5th Column had burst into the auditorium right in the middle of the act, just before he made the tiger disappear. They were armed to the teeth, loud, and intimidating. E had to admit that at that moment he was scared, and now he was ashamed to admit that at the time he was primarily scared for himself and what an incident like this would do for his career. That fear faded away as several of the Column soldiers started snatching up children from the audience, and was replaced by anger.

After the police arrived E. slipped away to the back dressing rooms. The cops were afraid to do anything yet. They knew where the column was hold up but they were afraid for the hostages and for themselves due to the insane amounts of firepower the 5th Column possessed. E possessed no such qualms. Rummaging through the old chests of clothes he came upon a garish yellow suit and mask. No telling what it was once used for, probably some comedy routine. It would suffice though, to hide his identity. Donning the outlandish outfit he took to the streets, having only to follow the stream of lights and the odd police drone as it hovered along towards the scene of the disturbance.

The 5th Column had set up shop this time in a large warehouse in the industrial district. It didn’t take them long to quietly convert the building into a veritable fortress, with steel shutters, gun ports, and a reinforced entrance. Police cars and a couple of the new drones surrounded the building. It was a standoff. The police were unwilling to risk so many lives storming the place, and the 5th Column had no means of escape now that their brash actions revealed them. Time was on their side however. They had the children of several influential citizens, and there was no way the Police or the other powers that be would allow the children to come to harm.

E crouched down, kneeling at the edge of the rooftop just adjacent to the warehouse under siege. He could see the roof access, there were 2 guards posted there, chattering amongst themselves in German, albeit with a thick American accent. E faltered… and inched back from the ledge. He hadn’t planned on getting this far… this close. The people were criminals, kidnappers, and even killers. He had no idea how he was going to handle them when he got there. He did a quick inventory on the items in his pockets. A book of matches, a couple of flash pellets, and a stick of gum were all he found. E’s heart sank. ‘What am I doing?’ he thought. But then the image of the innocent children being dragged away in terror came to min again, and brough inspiration along with it. If hypnotism could work on an audience…. why not an enemy?

E approached the ledge again and began to whisper, waving his hands slowly. The subliminal sounds reached the ears of the first guard, drawing his eyes to the hypnotic motion of E’s hands. “Wouldn’t it feel great to beat him up? He’s arrogant. He’s after your promotion…” E whispered. The guard turned to his companion exclaiming “Sie Schwein!” as he clocked him across the head with the butt of his rifle.

“Was die Hölle?” the other guard cried as he held his head.

E wasted no time. A quick leap across the gap between buildings places him near the two guards. The mesmerized soldier paid him no heed. The other started to raise his rifle but was struck again by his partner’s rifle butt. E pulled one of the small flash pellets from his pocket and launched it, Nolan Ryan-style, straight at the un-hypnotized guard. There was a bright flare and a shout of, “Ow, meine Augen!” as both guards staggered, one of the dropping his weapon. Grabbing the rifle, E swung twice for the back of their heads, and each quickly fell to the ground, unconscious.

E smiled to himself as he tossed aside the rifle and slipped inside the warehouse. “Where a whole precinct of police would fail… one man may just have a chance’ he thought to himself as he descended the stairs….

<<to be continued>>

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See I totally bogle at the whole "kill steal" thing... I've had people rush in to try and "get a piece" if they're over their heads, I'll step back and laugh as I let them take the agro (focus of the attacks)

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All too often this has not been the case for me. I have never had somebody come in and kill steal an almost dead MOB. In every instance I've had somebody one shot (usually somebody a level or two higher than me) something that hasn't hit half health yet.

Either I get a blaster type who lets of their most deadly attack OR I have a meleer who runs in and smacks the MOB dead in one shot while I was waiting for a DoT or for my power to recharge (this happened all the time with my controller).

Heck, just yesterday I pulled a group of 3 with an AoE, just to have somebody three levels higher than me run up and kill two of them before I could react.

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Really? See I've never seen people bother to do that.. I mean if they wipe out a bunch of stuff that's one shot kills, odds are they're gray to them.. no xp. I guess I'd agree with a no "jerk" rule.

As for counting towards mission kills, I don't think that's the way it works. I came up on a guy outnumbered solo 3 to 1 and I needed 10 skulls, and he was hair lined from dead, and the skulls were only about half dead. I nuked them all, trying to save the guy the death tax, and I got no kills for my mission. I can only assume the kills go to most damage. The guy was grateful to say the least, but I've seen people get very upset over being similiar. I actually gave an Enhance in form of apology to a guy who was 5 to 1, and swore he had a rack full of Heals, but I saw him hairline to death.
I've since taken up the practice of asking and waiting, even if they die from it. If I'm being really nice, I'll just use Web Grenades and then ask them, since no damage dealt, equals no XP, unless we're teamed.
I still think it's too much stress over very rare instance, with exception to Jerks Blasting Grey Cons for absolutely no reason.

The Obsidian Shield was an ordinary kid who, while fleeing from Rikti Invaders in the sewers beneath Paragon City, stumbled across the old hideout of the original Obsidian Shield, who was a hero during World War II. Unfortunately that Shield vanished shortly after the war ended, leaving behind several toys in his hideout.

Among those toys were the SHIELD* bracers, which are what gives Roger Drayton the ability change into the Obsidian Shield. Augmenting his strength and stamina, and they also caused the activation of dormant psychic ability (His "Danger Sense", ala, Super Reflexes). So, now he's trying to figure out exactly what happened to his predecessor, while also attempting to follow in his footsteps as a great superhero.

Unfortunately, as it turns out, Roger Drayton is not the best of superheroes.

I posted Chapter One of his origin a while back. I'd like to finish it if I can ever get around to it.

The Stone Titan was a 12 year-old kid who stumbled across a magical artifact in a dumpster he dove into while hiding from some school bullies that were chasing him. The stone had been hidden there earlier by Hellions for safe keeping. When Jesse took it home, he quickly found out that the stone was a lot more than the paper weight he at first took it for. It actually imbued him with the powers of the Norse gods (Think of the Norse version of SHAZAM), transforming him into this massive Viking-looking superhero with the ability to shrug off nearly any blow, and summon up a mighty hammer from the very earth itself with which to smite his foes.

And then there's my Scrapper, The Blue Dervish. He's Claws/Regeneration, and I'm not quite sure about his story yet. As of right now, I'm thinking something along the lines that his mutant power became evident shortly after puberty when his metabolism suddenly shot through the roof. His body began changing and growing rapidly, which resulted in "extra" bones in his arms being grown. These bones turned into claws which he could force out of his arms, and back into them, at will. This also resulted in his body recovering much faster from wounds. Unfortunately this also had a few other problems. Increased reaction times and perception meant that Dervish would speak too fast for people to understand him. That his timing was completely off for the world around him...he was just too fast.

His father, however, knew exactly what his son was going through. I'm thinking that perhaps Dervish' grandfather had a similar case, or maybe his father did. At any rate, Dervish was taken into home schooling away from the other kids, and he was educated in both academics and how to better control his abilities. And soon he managed to control his incredible speed to a point where he could deal with the slower world around him. Of course, once he finished his home schooling, and Paragon City's call went out for new heroes...who better to answer but The Whirling Blue Dervish?

I was also considering that perhaps The Blue Dervish came from the same alternate dimension as The Reichsman and The Amerika Korps. Obviously like we have villains, they would have heroes to battle, and The Blue Dervish could be one such hero. Perhaps the new Portal Corps was back up to their old tricks, or perhaps the alternate dimension found a way to open a new gateway to retrieve their missing champion. However, heroes there managed to chase them down into this dimension, but became trapped here once their mission was completed. Or voluntarily trapped themselves to seal the portal to keep the rest of the Nazi forces from pouring through.

And Jade PRIME...well, he's just testing out a suit of power armor based on Rikti Technology. He helped design it, and actually did not want to test it, but unfortunately he drew the short straw for testing. So, now he's stuck in the suit due to a government contract he signed as a scientist.

Those are all my stories. Not the most original, but at least I don't think any of them were in that list at the start of the thread.

* = Put an asterisk after SHIELD and forgot to include why the asterisk was there. SHIELD stands for Self-adaptive High Intensity Energy Localizing Device. Basically the shield produces energy around the wearer that takes the form of their costume (A suit of black armor and a cowl), and a shield that the user can throw, as well as return to the bracer. By altering the flow of energy he can increase the size of the shield, as well as the shape. But, as it is, Roger's lucky to get the thing to work at all.

The gaurds didn't know what hit them. Red starr clapped his hands together, and propelled air with such force thats it knocked the security guards to the ground.

"Out of my way!" He said as he briefly, before striding through the double frosted doors and into the building. He was gone before the guards got back up.

Red Starr proceded down the front lobby area, towards the secretary seated behind the front desk. He quickly glanced over the scene of this clean, professional office building. What insidious curroption it contained. His lips curled in disgust under his faceless, finned black helmet. Several heroes, obviously here to see if they could join this monstrosity, were dispersed through the lobby. Some backed away form the towering Russian-American, others seemed to ready for a fight. It was a common sight for him.

the "How may I help you?," of the secretary, as she put down the phone on the desk, Broguth Red Starr back to what he was here to do.

"Where may I find contact?," He said in a quick, but curteous manner.

<ul type="square">[*]Supergroup Name: Information Retrieval[*]Website (if any): None at the moment.[*]Leader or Recruiting Officers: Xris, Dyspare, Khaine[*]Preferred Method of contact: Ingame or Ingame Mail.[*]Guild Description: Our motto is, "If we can't find it out, it doesn't exist."

We're looking for people who want to have fun, be it grouping or hunting solo. Our requirements are a background in your description, and a sense of humor. You can lack the first one, if the second one is better then average. :&gt;[/list]

Well, being as I'm the Astro Creep, it would obviously be More Human Than Human by White Zombie

Dirk (Demetry) was once a normal human boy. He lived as blacksmiths son in the kingdom of Elthaina. Demetry was changed forever into a Quasit by an unfortunate accident involving a magic deck of cards. It seems that fate was not on Demetrys side when it came to playing around with thing he shouldn't. As a Quasit he was banished to the planes by the clerics of the kingdom. In the planes Demetry spent years fighting within his own mind. Fighting the evilness that was slowing taking him over, Demetry began to lose his mind. He hated this evil, vile thing he had become. Everyday was a battle for his own mind and to fight the evil of the nether world that surrounded him. As the evil inside him grew so did his powers to control the magics that flowed around him. Demetry soon lost most memories of being human and was almost pure evil. Only little specs of light still shined in Demetry's memory. That is until; Uthar grand minion of the circle of thorns, summoned forth Demetry from the nether plane through strong magics and will. Upon entering the physical realm once more, Demetry held most of a quasits appearance, but the change forced some of his human features back to normal. Uthar named his new familiar Dirk. Demetry had no recollection of his real name, so Dirk suited him. Dirk spent everyday doing the dirty biding of Uthar and the circle of thorns, But unknown to all, he was studying. Ever since coming back to the physical realm the battle for his mind had subsided, and yet seemed to ebb and flow back towards his humanity. Dirk studied the ways of magic used by the circle of thorns, but couldn’t control it like his ability to bring forth forces from the nether world. Dirk was finally freed in his 6th season on the planet earth, when a group off Hero's from the city of Atlas destroyed Uthar and his coven in a major battle. Instead of destroying Dirk with the rest of the circle of thorns one of the heroes sensed something in Dirk and allowed him to live. This Hero helped Dirk to step onto the path of the righteous. Dirk learned to finally control the magic in him and the magic he learned from the circle of thorns. He used this magic to heal others and destroy those that would do wrong. Dirk has only bits and pieces of his memory as Demetry, but everyday the evil inside him slowly subsides as turns his powers towards good.

Dirk's human traits have even started to surface more and more these days. He likes to play practical jokes and even has a small problem with lusting after human females. Now Dirk spends most of his time helping heroes in need and hunting down circle of thorn members where ever you can find them; sending them to nether world or beyond.

Chapter 3

"There, that should do it." Dr. Nightstien examined the test results on the latest version of his formula and grinned with satisfaction. "That should increase the duration of the formula's effects at least 75%." He marked the test tube and placed it in the rack.

The stillness of the lab was shattered as 2 Rikti crashed through the window. One of them rushed to Stanley and siezed him violently. "Where are the plans?!?"

"What plans? What are you talking about?"

"The plans for the alien protection grid you've been working on. We want those plans and we want them now!"

Stanley knew the plans they were referring to, but he had long ago delivered them to the Paragon Defense Council. They must have just learned about the defense grid, he thought. But what could he do about the Rikti? He knew they wouldn't take "No" for an answer, and he couldn't tell them about the plans. He looked around the room as if searching for a way to answer the increasingly impatient alien.

"I said NOW," shrieked the Rikti. Stanley began to speak but a knock on his lab door interrupted him.

"Dr. Nightstien? Stanley?" Stephanie!! "I followed you from the Odyssey. I want to talk to you."

"Uh...I c-can't talk right now, Stephanie," he stammered. "It's...uh...a bad time. Can we talk tomorrow morning?"

"It's ok, don't be nervous. I had a great time tonight..." With that comment she opened the door and stepped into the lab. Before she saw what was happening, the second Rikti slammed her against the far wall like a rag doll.

"Nooooooo!" Stanley looked helplessly at her lifeless body.

"If you will not talk, you will die," uttered the lead alien. The Rikti tossed Stanley to the ground and moved towards the shattered window. He sent a blast of energy into the lab equipment and lept out the window. Stanley opened his eyes and saw the rapidly-spreading blaze. He looked again at Stephanie, and a mixture of tears and smoke stung his eyes and blurred his vision.

Then he looked back at his lab table and saw the flames leaping up to the test tube rack. "My formula!" He struggled to his feet and limped towards the table, hoping to save his precious work. As he neared the table the flames had already reached the formula, and before Stanley could react, an explosion rocked the lab.

When Dr. Nighstien awoke he was in Atlas Park Hospital. The doctors told him he had the most miraculous recovery they had ever seen. His entire body had been burned and soaked with a strange chemical, they told him, but he had healed in just 2 days.

As Stanley left the hospital he could feel the change in his body. He felt the confidence that he had experienced in the night club. He felt coordination and rhythm surging through him. But he felt a new sensation, too. Somehow the explosion had made the effects of his formula permanent, and it had also added a new effect. Dr. Nightstien was not only the universe's greatest disco dancer, but now he was also a master of fire -- a true DISCO INFERNO.

He knew it would be sometime before he had the strength to confront the Rikti, but he would devote the rest of his life to training and improving his powers. Someday he would have his revenge, but now he waits patiently, roaming the streets and fighting crime as NIGHT FEVER!

Before anyone gets on you about the whole "non-white" thing in the story I'm gonna say, very well written and I'm curious to read the rest =)

Heck even the "I'm a demon who fights crime!" could be original if the person had some work to it.

Lets see some smartiepants style creativity!

Simple effective, and alot to build on.

It was actually interesting to think up a human character's backround hat was just naturally....better. No Science, no mutation no nothing, just natural ability and then work a backround up.

It works perfect for the outfit and the supergroup. She IS a normal person! She's just extraordinary in that she works in the SWAT team and is a VERY good martial artist.

Paranoid isn't so much creepy...its..insane? That the word I want?

Any game that gives you six "clones" aka Lives and you have a good chance of going through all six in ONE SESSION is pretty insane

Name: Concrete Gurus
Motto: "Pounding more than just the pavement"
Leader: UnknownSoldier; level 16+ tanker
Player Type: All ages, locales, and origins
Number of members: 8-12 regulars, 20+ on roll call
Current member levels: All levels represented
Normal time of Gameplay: Any time, evenings seems best

The Concrete Gurus are a team with a long history of involvement with COH. Our team page is housed at www.universe-m.com and we are informed a team portrait of the founders should appear in City of Heroes issue 3. We are active at the COH forums, the ParagonCity forums, and have our own message board. There is discussion around getting a teamtalk server started as well.

We are recruiting field operatives in game (just find a Guru and team up, we'll try you out) and will accept full membership applications (if you apply to matt@universe-m.com for details).

Hell, if you were close I'd play with you I always wanted to play Paranoia. If I can make it through a weekend of Call of Chuthlu and not be weirded out afterwards, I can take anything.

I didn't really look at it that way but your right. Reading mine again I can see I need to add a twist in there that even my hero isnt expecting. As he doesn't know his real reason why he is the way he is, he just thinks he is a freak/ mutant that got his powers because of where his father worked. Now that I think of it however, I need a new twist to it. Thanks. . .

Not really. Masuku's backround is fairly different. Family is still alive someplace, not a demon, not some super special dohicky, not a mutant, natural martial artist and a police woman.

If you want more detail then well..you'll just have to ask!

"Love Taught Me" for Masuku
"Hiro No Tsuki" for Lady Bladesing

Here’s my hero’s story…

I woke up 4 years ago with no memory of my past and strange powers that I can’t explain...

NO WAIT!

I’m the last known survivor from a distant planet that found that things that my people take as “natural” are extraordinary here...

NO WAIT!

I used to be a demon/devil/vampire/etc. but now I’m a good guy for some reason...

NO WAIT!

My parents (spouse, family, etc) were killed (probably in the Rikti invasion) and now I’m here to avenge their death...

NO WAIT!

I was a scientist at a top secret lab working on secret stuff, the lab blew up and now I can do stuff...

NO WAIT!

I found this really weird ancient medallion (crown, armor, etc.) that when I put it on let me do amazing stuff...

*sigh*

I know that if you pare it down far enough, most stories can be said to be the same at some level. Heck, most movie themes you can track to a Shakespeare play that has the same core ideas. Just seems that as I’ve tried to come up with something unique for the origin of my heroes, all of a sudden I’ll think of some “real” comic character and go “Man! I’m just copying her/his story!”

Is anyone else having the same problem? Should I just bag the idea of coming up with something truly unique and be satsified with tweaking the story to make it my own?

I've found Roleplaying on Virtue I try and I rp with others =)

He ran not knowing where to go. He was now on his own, no family, no friends, no one but his own whit and anger to drive him.

Anger. . . it boiled in him like a cauldron of water just waiting to over flow. He knew that if he let it over whelm him it was over. If he let anger, his base instinct, take over then people would be hurt. And they didn’t deserve to be hurt because of what he was.

“What am I?” he said to himself, slowing down as if wanting a response to catch up to him. What was he? Who would know the answer to that question? No one. Mankind has asked that question for centuries, never getting the answer that they desired, and now it was worse. A factor that he never thought of, never dreamed of, had just made an entrance into his life making that question impossible to answer.

He had run to the forest outside city limits. It had been forested a decade ago when the city began expanding, but with the increase in modular homes as well as pre-built homes, the need to forest it decreased. Now it was a local hangout for all the kids. Many battles between good and evil, super powered heros against super powered villains had happened right here were he was walking. But they were always over by dinner time. Now he was the super powered. . . what he didn’t know.

He stopped by a small stream and looked into its slow moving waters and saw his reflection looking back. “Wow!” he said to himself, “I got bigger.” Indeed he had. It looked as if he had grown four to six inches over the course of the day as well as put on a few pounds. His face was burnt however, dark burns surrounded his eyes giving him a dark gothic look. His hair was gone as well, burned off completely at the top leaving his head bald and smoldering. Somehow he knew it wouldn’t grow back. He ran his hands together and wondered at what he was now.

“What am I? A freak?” he sat down and let out an audible sigh. He didn’t hear the foot steps of those who approached, but he didn’t have to.

“No. Your not a freak.” was the quiet response from the shadows. He stood and spun around at the unknown voice. He saw the silhouette of three individuals in the bows of the trees edging the streams bank. When they didn’t move or show any outward hostile intend he relaxed a little. He eyed them as he was sure they were eying him. Then a though came to him.

“You three were at my house tonight! Why were you there? Did you start all this?” he was beginning to come to hysterics toward the end and it was evident that if not calmed down he would get worse. The one in the center raised their hand to calm him and also show that they had no visible weapons. ‘Doesn’t matter, I don’t have any visible weapons. I am one.’, he thought to himself sarcastically.

“Your questions will be answered if your patient. Sit please, and I will do my best to set your mind right.” the speaker walked into the moon light and he was shocked to see a woman standing before him. A rather attractive woman at that. Her voice had been so soft and quiet he really couldn’t tell if they had been a man or a woman.

“To answer you better, no you are not a freak. You are what some claim to be the next step in mankind.” She stopped there and let him settle in waiting for a reaction possibly.

“Wait. . . who are you? And what do you mean by man kinds next step?” while still unnerved he was calming down, if still wary of the situation and the people in front of him. Smiling she nodded her head in approval. Turning back on her companions she whispered something he didn’t make out and one of them seemed to meld in with the shadows and disappear while the third just floated up into the air to hover above the trees, nearly hidden from view in the branches from the ground.

“You are correct. My name, has gone like the leaves blown down from the wind, but you may call me Lady Freedom. That is what I am known as now. My companions have set out to make sure no more of the eager towns folk do not decide to look for you. They mean you no harm, same as I.” she sat down in the grass in front of him. It was hard to tell in the dark but she was wearing a tight outfit of blue and red colors, very patriotic he thought.

“Your name is Cain correct? Cain Alexander? Yes, the next step in man kind. Meaning, the next step in evolution of man. A seemingly natural process that occurs in nature, this time it just happened to have a dramatic effect on those who have not ‘evolved’ so-to-speak.” She paused to look around the clearing as if waiting for someone or trying to order her thoughts.

“Some, like us, are naturally this way. While others have made themselves this way by science or technology, some even have gone to the extreme of bringing back the concept of magic.” Cain scoffed at this and Lady Freedom only smiled. She was more like a teacher dealing with a student who refuses to learn because they think they know everything. “I understand, it seems far fetched at first.”

“At first? Lady, or Freedom, or whatever you want me to call you. First off. Why are you here? I mean, why show up on my yard the day I find out I have this stuff in me that I don’t know where it came from? Second. Mankind evolving into freaks is a natural thing? I mean I have heard of the heros in Paragon City and all, but give me a break. This can’t be real. I’m just some kid living out in the mid west. I’m not special.” He paused for a breath and then continued before she could interrupt.

“Third. Magic, you have go to be kidding me. Magic is a myth, it’s not real. It’s only in stories and books and movies. And lastly, how do you know my name?” He stopped obviously distraught over the matter. She took in all in stride and went at it slowly so not to confuse or scare him any more than he already was.

“Yes, it is only at first everything is confusing. It gets better with time. Now to your questions. We are here because we came looking for you. Yes you.” she smiled a warming smile to ease his fears. “We have had people out looking for individuals with certain abilities that can help us. As you may know since you know a little about Paragon City, most of the heros are gone now that saved it from the alien invasion. We need others like them to step up and clean up the city in hopes it will be better to stand another invasion should one happen again.” she looked up at the sky again as if hearing something and when an unknown amount of time had passed, she looked back at Cain and continued.

“We found out about your powers through a contact we have near here. They called us as soon as they had heard of your exploits at the football field today. We are all glad that you choose not to use it in anger, it is a powerful ability that you have and it will be hard to control. Unfortunately there are people as narrow minded as those who came to you house tonight. They are scared at what they do not understand. This will happen more and more in places not as accepting as Paragon City. So anyway, when we found out about you we came right here to see you in the hopes that you could come with us to Paragon City. We need the help, all of us heros do.” She stood up then and the others returned seconds after, almost as if they knew when she would finish.

“The choice is your Cain. I realize that we are not answering all your questions and this seems a little dodgy, but it is necessary. And if you come with us you will find the reason why to be a good one.” She held out her hand to help him to his feet and waited for his answer.

“If I go with you who will watch after my family? They are all I have left.” Obvious concern in his voice as he said this. She could see the pain in him as he thought about his family.

“We will have someone watch over your family and make sure they heal and get better. That you can have my word on. Over everything else I will tell you, some you may not like, you may not accept, or you may not believe. Bu this I tell you true. Your family will be ok.” The sincerity in her voice was all Cain needed. He didn’t know these people but they didn’t seem to wish to harm him. They wanted something from him that was obvious, but what it was he wasn’t sure. He did know one thing however. He wanted something too, and through them he may get it.

“Alright, I’ll go. But under the agreement that I can leave and come home whenever I choose. I don’t and will not be held as a prisoner.” His bravado was serious in his eyes, but humorous to the three who came looking for him and had found many others like him. Always were the young so strong in the face of that which they do not know.

With a bright flashing light a window appeared, more like a doorway made of all light that hovered about a foot above the ground. The two people who had accompanied Lady Freedom stepped through and vanished instantly. She stepped toward the doorway and turned back.

“Of course Cain, anytime you want. You are not and never will be a prisoner here with us. Come join the others of your new family. The Sentinels of Paragon.” With that she stepped through and was gone. Cain hesitated only a second and jumped through, closing his eyes fearing what he would see. The world turned upside down and flashed the most intense light at him he had ever seen. A burning pain hit him and was gone instantly almost as if it never happened. He felt a hard jolt and the air was forced from his lungs and that’s when he blacked out.

I have all the paranoia books in nice little plastic bags =) GOOD condition and all..too bad it scares people to play the first time..havne't had any repeat players =\

The Scales of Balance!

Moto: Bring a Balance to Paragon City

And then city officals have to clean it up and we have to investigate WHY a building was blown up, find out who was injured, who was killed....

Shame we don't get called it often since I was reassigned to the SWAT. We could handle things much better...