Ex_Libris

i am intrigued by this, i hope you finish part 2 soon.

Ok, the thing about this is, every one posts a part of the story, you don't have to use you'rself, but ithink most will. Just try to keep the story relevant, and not extremely dumb, and please, please do NOT kill off or bring in any characters without their permission, that's just not cool. ok, let the tale begin!

When the moon started to rise, a lone figure apeared out of the Shadows, his red eyes reflecting in the steely blade of his Katana. Some say he's the last living Dreadnaught, a race far beyond the comprehension of mortal man, most of the race was destroyed after the Rikti invaded they're home planet. Other, less informed citizens, say that he is either a saint, and should be awarded, or a menace that should be stopped. No matter what his orrigin was he was pissed. The deep brooding voice that emenated from his concealed mouth uttere some strange incantation, he lifted off the ground and flew off.

Tonight was a special night, not just another lonley night of street sweeping, tonight he had a goal...

Why take hover and fly and have to use up 10 more slots for a travel skill which is slower then taking SS - for the scenery? 10 slots is alot of slots to overlook no matter how much scenery you miss.

Now things will more then likely change when PvP breaks out because no matter how fast you can run on the ground, being able to hover or fly will have its advantages over being ground locked. Although super jump or even combat jump may be able to make up the gap.

I admit to not having read the previous 500+ posts, so maybe this flaw has been dealt with.

I've just tried the SoD binds, and they look good, but I found one problem: Sprint is turned on when Fly is turned on using SoD. From what I can tell, doing this sucks down more endurance but does not increase Fly's speed.

I determined this by testing: fly back and forth between two points and time how long it takes. Try flying the same stretch with Sprint on and off. From what I can tell, it takes exactly the same time either way. However, with SoD I appear to be using up more endurance on the same trip, since both Fly and Sprint are on.

So, if you confirm this, Gnarly, I hope you'll fix SoD to not turn on Sprint while Flying. Or am I missing something? Anyway, SoD is very very cool, I'll certainly use it for my non-flying characters in the meantime.

It seems simple enough, get an I.D. card, collect a small hero’s compensation, get on the road to defeat evil. However, I can’t help but feel as if I’m using Paragon City and S.E.R.A.P.H. for my own selfishness. The job of a Hero is to combat evil. I’m just not combating the evil as Paragon City would like. No one even knows about Crey, and probably wouldn’t believe me if I told them. People love to live in their sheltered, candy-coated world. Case and point, Crey has an assistant technician working on captured Rikti droids at this very moment at the City Hall. The enemy is right there, surrounded by Heroes, under their noses so to speak. He will remain that way. People don’t want the truth, can’t handle the truth. The job of a Hero is to combat evil, in all forms. Then again, doesn’t evil live in the heart of every man? I know not all of the Heroes in Paragon City are without their own tinge of evil. Really, what separates a Villain from a Hero? If evil lives in every man, don’t Villains have the right to try and exterminate that evil? Perhaps these Villains are just fighting evil in there own way. Heroes and Villains are two sides to the same coin. The only separation between the two is there morals and methods. I live for vengeance and kill anyone who gets in my way. What does that make me?

“I’m not too sure about this…” Sledge began.

“Don’t be such a poor sport! It looks great on you” the sales clerk at Icon replied.
Mark slowly turned around a few times in front of a full length mirror, trying to get a feel for his costume. He was dressed in some sort of metallic blue chitin armor. It’s not that it looked bad…really it was a nice piece of armor, but it just didn’t seem to look right. However, he was having trouble telling the sales clerk this.

“No sir. I don’t like it.” Mark finally decided.

“What’s the matter? It doesn’t bring out your eyes enough? Makes your butt look big?” The clerk mocked. They had been at this for over an hour. He knew heroes were particular about their costumes, but this one was being ridiculous.

“I’m not impressed.” Sledge replied, as he stared at the clerk coldly.
“Yes sir.” The clerk visibly gulped.

“I guess I’ll just have to go home and make my own.” Mark said. He was fed up with this shopping experience.

“No! Please sir, don’t do that. Here is another costume we just got in. One of a kind even,” replied the clerk hastily. His company needed this sale. Heroes in town had all been making their own costumes lately, and it was starting to take a toll on Icon’s business.

Reluctantly Mark tried the new costume on. It was an earthy brown piece of Kevlar that clung tightly to his skin. It had a “V” shaped belt that was a light green, and green folded gloves. What was really unique about this costume though, was that it had the design of green veins running all over the suit. The boots were in contrast. They were green with brown veins. It gave him an interesting “bio organic” look. He liked it.
“Not bad…” Mark admitted as he turned slowly, seeing the costume from all sides. “I’ll take it”

The sales clerk breathed a large sigh of relief. Another costume sold, and another step in saving his company.

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Twenty minutes later Mark Cannons, newly christened as “Sledge” was back on the streets looking for his apartment complex.

“Whitmoore…Whitmoore. That does sound familiar.” Mark thought to himself. However, as familiar as it sounded, it was apparently extremely well hidden. “Now where is the blasted place!” he thought in frustration.

He was rudely interrupted from his fuming a few seconds later when he heard voices from a neighboring alleyway.

“C’mon lady! Give me the purse before you get hurt!”

“Please, don’t do this!” came the reply, judging from the voice and elderly lady.

Mark knew he was a hero now, but for some reason he couldn’t bring himself to help. The thought that this was happening all over the city, in a million different alleyways, and there were a million old ladies being picked on, was not lost on him. He just didn’t have the time and the energy to stop some mundane purse snatching. It really was a petty crime all things considered. Furthermore, there were thousands of petty thieves in this city. Arresting two wouldn’t change the world. There were more important issues to be dealt with. That is, until he heard…

“Go Bruno! Show her what it means to be a Hellion!”

“Bruno…Bruno?” Mark thought.

Yes, he remembered him now. It occurred to him that the two still had a score to settle. Bruno had tried to kill one of his best friends. Then he realized, if there was anyone most responsible for the series of events that led up to his death, it would be Bruno. He was the one that had forced him to make known his powers. These thoughts fueling his rising anger, Mark turned a 180 and began walking back toward the alley with a purpose.

When he entered the alley he saw them. Three Hellions picking on a little old lady. This would hardly prove to be a challenge, but Mark would relish the revenge. Mark strode forward boldly, silently. The first gang member noticed him. He spun and threw a punch. Mark easily caught him by the wrist, and then casually broke it. The man’s scream of agony was soon ceased as Sledge flung him into the alleyway wall, knocking him unconscious. This took a mere split second, and Sledge continued to make his way purposely forward without so much as a second glance at the now defeated thug.

“It’s the capes! Let’s get out of here Bruno!” the other one cried. With that he turned and ran for dear life.

Bruno wasn’t so lucky. Sledge grabbed him by the front of his leather vest and slammed him against the side of a building.

“Remember me?” Sledge inquired menacingly.

Bruno’s only response was to stutter uncontrollably. Mark took off his sunglasses and repeated the question…quickly losing patience.

“You’re…You’re…You’re the guy from…Cannons.” Bruno managed to finally say, amidst the verbal stumbling.

“Very good. You’ve got a good memory.” Sledge sneered. He was losing
patience with this game, and that didn’t bode well for Bruno. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t kill you?” Sledge asked. He doubted the response would make much of a difference.

“I…I…I can help you. I have connections. You want revenge? I can give you names, addresses, information.” Bruno stuttered as he quickly tried to talk his way out of his situation. He closed one eye and winced as Sledge pulled back his arm, ready to strike him.

“What do you mean ‘connections’?” Mark asked, suddenly seemingly intrigued.
“I can give you a list. I can tell you everyone who was involved with you death.” Bruno babbled.

“How do you know about my death?” Sledge inquired, now even more intrigued.
“Connections,” was Bruno’s only response.

It was worth a shot, was Mark’s reasoning. He trusted Bruno less than he could throw him, but it was worth a shot. “Fine. Meet me back here tomorrow at 4 o’ clock sharp. If you’re not here, I will hunt you down and kill you.” Mark said coldly. “Believe me, I’ll find you too. You’re not the only one with ‘connections’.” It was a bluff, but he doubted he needed to anyway. Bruno was chalk white. He would be too scared to disobey.

With that he dropped Bruno roughly to the ground, and walked away, not looking back. “Whitmoore…Whitmoore…” Mark thought to himself. Bruno slumped against the building he had just been held against by force. “It is going to be one of those days” Bruno thought.

supergroup name: Iron Warriors
Website:none
Leader:Iron man mk 21,Recruiting officers:nikkel,JunkMetal,Arura X
preffered method of contact:ingame,forums,forum pm
Guild Description: our motto is "Kill em All,Let God Sort em Out!"


We are looking for any lv player intrested in joining a supergroup,We make it our goal to to have our mid lv's help out the low lv's to get leveled up and show that the most important thing in our S.G. is teamwork.

will we get more? don't leave us hanging like that! Sure, I can fly, but heck! Have some compassion towards those of us hooked here. =D

Name: Angry Aryans
Motto: White Trash Hardcore Rock & Roll ***** You
Leader: Nobody's Hero
Player Type: Casual
Number of Members: ??
Member Levels: 1-50
Normal Times: Any Time

Actually, I figured it out.

The answer is, I am sofa king we todded.

Thanks for the help.

hello, first time posting anything. or whatever this is.seems that the tankers class has been handicapped for a long while, i was just too stubborn a player to notice.i have recently gotten to level 28 and my role as a team player is getting usurped by scrappers.they have always done way more damage, but have relied on tankers to pull the aggro away in alot of combat sims.now they are melee masters ,able to hold aggro almost as good(just as good if the pick certain powers or pool sets),in addition to their dominating damage, and they have defenses against stun\mez that is deadly to tankers.everyone i have asked about this just say "go get US",but i do and with it on ,it seems i dont hold the aggro, and cannot help other teammates with it on as if i were mobile.i can hold a mobs aggro without taunt or provoke, but to do that mobility is key.using taunt (which is slow),or provoke(and wasting a power choice, what other class needs to pick a pool power just to do their role)just doesnt get the number of enemies aggro'd as i can moving,and should one slip past me to the team, well they are screwed because i cant drop US and close range in time to help them to any great effect.These scraprs however seem choice tankers for the higher levels, their defense AVOIDS most damage a tanker can only try to absorb.aggro only lasts as long as the enemy does, and they dont last long at all with a scrapper hitting them.tankers have come to epitomize the name they carry. slow, cumbersome,and easily taken out with the right equipment.and it would seem most bad guys are coming equiped with the powers to deal with a tanker.i used t olike tamking, it made me feel like i really wasa contributing member of a team,but lately all ive been doing is slowing the team down,with my weaknesses getting more routinely exposed, draining my teams defenders endurance on me instead of helping the entire team.it seems tankers need a babysitter to help them go antwhere, and levelling solo is very time consuming(less so then maybe a petless controller, but nonetheless).and SUPERstrength is kind of misleading, you would think i wouldnt have to hit a guy 10 times when a katana only needs to hit twice, or something.it is very frustrating,and cancelling my subscription at this point seems a just option(rather than renewing and renewing in hopes that SOMEtime in the future we will get a chance to contribute beyond our upper 20s)

Thus, a hero was born. I still don’t like the title. ‘Hero.’ It seems to me that was the one thing I’ve been avoiding all my life, the life I’ve spent trying to be normal. I also know that I’m as capable and willing to kill another man as any one of the thugs I will be hunting are. It is a scary prospect. To defeat the monster one must become the monster. Becoming a hero is the means to justify my end. What an end it will be.

“Let’s just get on with it!” Mark inwardly screamed. He had been waiting in line for hours already. Apparently he wasn’t the only one with ideas of being a hero. The City Hall was ridiculously overcrowded, and Mark hated lines. Fortunately, it was almost his turn. “Thank God” he inwardly thought.

Unlike the other would be heroes at City Hall, who were wearing all types of costumes from body armor to flashy tights and everything in between, Mark was dressed like a normal, average everyday person. He wore a pair of faded jeans, along with a white tank top. He had even managed to come up with his sunglasses again. The thoughtful people at Crey had obviously been kind enough to bury them with him. “Thanks a bunch” Mark thought sarcastically. Today was shaping up to be utterly terrible.

“Next!” called the secretary sitting at a desk in a shrill, rather annoying voice.
Mark stepped forward.

“I’m sorry sir, you must be in the wrong line. This is for Heroes only.”

“I am a Hero.” The words sounded strange to Mark, as he uttered the phrase he thought he never would. Deep inside, he still didn’t really believe it himself.

“Oh! I’m sorry sir, I just assumed, since you weren’t wearing…” The secretary started, trying to cover her mistake.

“It’s ok. Let’s just get this done” interrupted Mark, already ready to leave.

“Yes sir. Your name?”

“Call me Sledge.”

“Yes sir, the Incredible Sledge.” The secretary sang merrily.

“No, there is nothing Incredible about me, just Sledge.” Replied Mark as he stared coldly at her.

“Very well. Would you like to list your real name as to perhaps acquire more business opportunities?”

“No, Sledge will be fine thanks.”

“But of course. Down the hall and to the right you will find your first contact. He’s a scientist that works closely with S.E.R.A.P.H.”

Mark didn’t know what Seraph was, or even who for that matter. Then again, he didn’t much care. He gladly took his brand new Hero identification card and headed down the hall. He wasn’t sure why he was even bothering, he had what he needed now, and he seriously doubted he would do any of the man’s biddings.

He made a right into a small room, furnished with only a desk and a few pieces of artwork on the wall. S.E.R.A.P.H. he had found out was nothing more than a meeting place for other Heroes with the same type of origin. Then again, thought Mark, I doubt anyone has an origin quite like mine.

In this room, he sensed that there was something much more to it. Something hidden just beneath the surface. It wasn’t too wild to think that maybe there could be a whole slew of High Tech scientific devices hidden away somewhere. Perhaps behind the bookcase. With recent events, nothing could be too surprising.

He was rudely shaken from his musings when a scientist standing in the corner loudly cleared his throat. Mark hadn’t noticed him before. Mark had a sneaky suspicion that he hadn’t been there when he first entered, but decided not to pursue it. He just wanted to meet his contact, pick up his meager allowance, and be on his way.

“Hello. I am Sledge, your newest recruit I suppose.” Mark started.

“Pleased to meet you, I am Doctor Hall. I will be providing you with a base of operations here in Paragon City. Welcome to S.E.R.A.P.H.” The doctor replied.

Mark didn’t remember much of the following half hour. The doctor rambled on about recent proceedings, life in Paragon, and most dreadfully…his research. Mark was thankful for the small amount of privacy his sunglasses provided, and took the opportunity to catch up on his day dreaming.

“So? You have all that? Here is your allowance, I know it’s not much but being a Hero was never supposed to make you rich, but I’m sure you know that. Remember everything that I’ve imparted to you, it will serve to be important. Also, try to take out a few of those Hellions I told you about. They’ve become a real menace.” The doctor finished.

Mark was brought back to reality as Doctor Hall handed him a small stack of money.

“Good day to you Sledge!” The doctor called.

Mark’s only response was to touch two fingers to his head lightly in a salute. With that, he turned and left.

Mark stepped outside the City Hall, greatly enjoying the cool fresh air as opposed to the hot muggy building. “Some of those Heroes must have already been romping through the sewers looking for Vahzilok judging by the smell of them” Mark thought to himself as he recalled the sweet stench of body odor that had begun to permeate the inside of the City Hall. That was all behind him now though.

“First order of business, I need a costume” Mark thought. He somehow knew his white tank top, jeans and steel toed boots wouldn’t cut it. It was okay though, on the way to the Hall he had heard some talk of a new clothing store specifically for heroes. “Icon” he thought they called it. He figured that was as good a place as any to start with, and began to make his way there through the crowded streets of Paragon.

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To Gnarly:
I am using your Speed on Demand program to create my bind files. I have run into a big problem! (for me at least)
While following the prompts in the program it asks you for the keys for going forward, backward, left and right. I prefer to use the up, down, left and right buttons respectively for this. The problem I have is that the program writes the keybinds so that left and right are making me "strafe" instead of "turn".
Any way to fix this? I tried editing the reset.txt file but it still does the same thing.

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Perliquin,

Speed on Demand means "turn on sprint etc when moving". You aren't moving when turning, so my binds don't affect those keys at all. When my program asks for "right" and "left" it means strafing in those directions

So, to fix it, re-run the program and configure the right and left keys to the keys you want to use for strafing. If you don't strafe, then you can just bind them to some out of the way key combo. But, the right and left keys will still remember the old (now invalid) binds, so re-bind them as follows from the chat window in-game, or add lines to your reset.txt file to bind them the same way:

/bind left "+turnleft"
/bind right "+turnright"

That should fix you up.


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Since I have Fly binded right now, I guess this can be asked here, but does anyone know the command to unbind a power from a key without resetting all keybinds? I want Super Jump binded to my up key, which has Fly already binded on it, but don't want to reset all my keybinds and then enter them in again.

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GetBackersFreak,

What Filidecht says is correct. Simply bind a new function to a key, and it'll replace the previous bind. If you're using my binds, however, and you have fly bound to the up key, this won't work as the binds for all movement keys are re-bound every time you move, so any bind you set manually is over-written. In this case you'll have to re-run my bind program, configure Fly to a different key, and then bind the up key to superjump, or whatever you like. It will then no longer be overwritten by my binds.

The command to enter from the in-game chat window to set the up arrow key to toggle super jump is:

/bind up "powexec_name super jump"


To All,

I'll be traveling for work for a couple weeks, leaving Monday, to Haiti of all places, and I don't expect to have frequent access to the internet. Could all of the masochistic people who have followed this thread, and continue to follow it, help with questions that arise? Your help to this point has helped a lot, and will be even more welcome while I'm gone.

Thanks all,

Gnarly

Supergroup Name: The Galaxy League

Website (if any): None

Leader or Recruiting Officers: Drayken or Drayko

Preferred Method of contact: ingame email or in game tell

Guild Description: This group was put together for mostly west coast players to play together and have fun. We like to recuit low lvl people only from lvl's 5 to lvl 14. Then we train people up. However we wouldn't say no to someone of a lvl 20 asking to join. I prefer adopting a method of training our own. We encourage teaming. The colors are black/purple. We want mature players, we're not here to babysit anyone. We will gladly help with missions when anyone asks.

Membership Requirements:
1. Mature Players:
2. Teamwork in combat
3. Combined and organized efforts in combat: Plan before,
Execute during, and Exit together….
4. Must be Security Level 5+.
5. Brief Screening period.

Recommended Requirements:
1. Lives in Pacific Time Zone, or can easily adjust to this time.

2. Hours of play, between 5 PM – 10 PM Pacific Standard Time Sat-Weds. Thur-Fri: 8 AM– 10 PM PST.

3. Try to be available for team play during above listed times, as often as possible.


Drayken (Lev 17 AR/Dev. Blaster)
Drayko (Lev 10 Emp/Dark Defender)

uh, just rotate the camera, mid-mouse button.

So now we come full circle. This is my story as I have written it so far. I can only assume I was buried under the pretense of a fire, or death ‘on the job.’ Ironically, the latter wouldn’t be far from the truth. One thing about Crey, they are always politically correct in everything that they do. They will cover up even the slightest scandal. They don’t need anymore enemies. Then again, I’m the only enemy they need.

My story has come full circle. Now, I am the author, not Crey. It is my time to write a proper ending to this horror.

Mark sat across from Fredrick and sipped his coffee quietly, his story finished. Moments passed and neither of them spoke. Neither of them really had much to say.

“What will you do now?” Fred asked, if nothing more than to break the uncomfortable silence.

“The only thing I can do. I will find retribution, and vengeance.”

“You were easily outmanned before. Perhaps you should just take your second chance and do just that, have a second chance at a new life.”

“There will be no such thing as a new life. If I leave this behind, I could never live with myself. I’ve got nothing left to lose.”

“Son, don’t let your memories kill you.”

“I’m already dead.” Both men paused and reflected on this statement for a minute, each in their own way. Very true both of them decided.

“What do you plan to do?” Fred tried again.

“Kill them all. Everyone who profited from, knew about, worked for or gained pleasure from my death and that of my wife. They will all die.”

“Where will you get the necessary funds to live off of? Rome wasn’t built in a day you know. Likewise it can’t be dismantled as so.”

“I’m not sure yet.”

“You could stay with me. Live here.”

“As entertaining as the prospect of literally striking back from the grave is, you know I can’t put you in that position.”

“You could go register for Hero status in Atlas Park. They provide a small budget and free housing for heroes.”

“Look at me. I’m no more a hero than the members at Crey are.”

“You have a powerful and precious gift, I would hate to see you waste it.”

“Crey will be keeping tabs on registered heroes to assess threats and eliminate them. Right about now I would guess I’m a threat.”

“Use an Alias.”

“Any ideas?”

“Sledge.”

The Wolves

So far we have about 30 members, but we all hunt and play togeather, somthing alot of other SG dont do! If your ever intrested in joining let me know!

Interesting stuff. I'll have to give this a try.

Is there a way to take a screenshot of the front of your character in game other than having someone else do it for you?

It's a used bean bag round
(Truth: could find a pick of a shotgun bean bag shell)

Now, I happen to agree with the two posts in that one line seeming forced, however, we must understand he has a very limited time to work with from one verse to the next.

It is your story, and your script, but the consensus is that line needs to be changed. Maybe - maybe not say anything at all, except "eh?" as in, 'it got my attention...' kinda "eh?" and have the motion of him moving to pick it up - then perhaps a flash of light and his body arcs in the jolt of "wham bam, here's your brothers spirit, ma'am" fashion. Really, would you be ready for something like that? =)

my $.02

Edit: which, btw, leaves it open for an awry first mission, because the live brother will have to learn to understand his new powers, and of course, learn which powers are indeed there. How many people just know they can react as quickly, without needing to try it? AKA - Superman w/ Toby Maquire, when he realizes everythings in slow-mo to him.

You're being far too humble and self-depreciating. Anyone who takes the time to do what you did, sure - may not be perfect, but - atleast they tried, and quite honestly, it's a wonderful, and I do mean, absolutely wonderful, idea for a character. Great job. =)

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I checked the link to SoD out of curiosity and noticed it's at 3.0 now. I am using 2.7. How do I 'upgrade'? Just recreate with the new SoD installer or do something else? And what changed? I saw the release notes but they were not overly detailed on what changed between 2.7 and 3.0.
I will say I love SoD and big props to Gnarly for creating them!

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About a dozen posts back I posted a little about 3.0. The short answer though, is that if you're happy with 2.7, don't worry about 3.0. Unless you have a fly-only character (doesn't know hover) or a hover-only character who wants to move without the falling-out-of-the-sky problem when attacking and moving, then you don't need to upgrade.

If you DO want to upgrade, then you just unzip the new files on top of the old... only a few of them change, the .exe and the .tkn, but overwrite all to be sure. Then when running the program, if you install to the same base path as before, then all the old bind files will be overwritten automatically. If you want to play with different configurations then you can install to different base paths, and manually delete any bind sets you later choose not to use.

Hope that answers your questions,

Gnarly

There is a minimum and a maximum change to-hit. The minimum is 5% and the maximum is 95%. This means that everyone is guaranteed to hit someone at least sometimes, and everyone is guaranteed to avoid being hit at least sometimes. No one, hero or villain, can ever have a 100% chance to hit.

These are links to Section-8's Costume & Utility outfit.

Protective Outfit

Utility Belt

"OOC: I have way to much time on my hands."

Supergroup Name: West Coast Heroes

Website (if any): None

Leader or Recruiting Officers: Drayken

Preferred Method of contact: ingame email or in game tell

Guild Description: This group was put together for mostly west coast players to play together and have fun. We see anyone not in a group thats on a team we're on, we see how they fight, who they are and how they react to us asking them to do something. We don't mind people asking us by tell, we still will want to geto know u a little bit. We like to recuit low lvl people only from lvl's 5 to lvl 14. Then we train people up. However we wouldn't say no to someone of a lvl 20 asking to join. I prefer adopting a method of training our own. We encourage teaming. The colors are black/red. We want mature players, we're not here to babysit anyone. We will not twink or powerlevel players, although we will gladly help with missions when anyone asks.

Membership Requirements:
1. Mature Players:
2. Teamwork in combat
3. Combined and organized efforts in combat: Plan before,
Execute during, and Exit together….
4. Must be Security Level 5+.
5. Brief Screening period.

Recommended Requirements:
1. Lives in Pacific Time Zone, or can easily adjust to this time.

2. Hours of play, between 5 PM – 10 PM Pacific Standard Time Sat-Weds. Thur-Fri: 8 AM– 10 PM PST.

3. Try to be available for team play during above listed times, as often as possible.


Drayken (Lev 17 AR/Dev. Blaster)

Splendid. Simply splendid. I say this, even though I know I shouldn’t be nearly as angry as I am. I came to Crey with a purpose, and very little hope. I knew it was a trap, and deep down I knew this would happen. Also, however, I knew I couldn’t turn back, not just for my wife, but for myself. I know that if I had ignored my duty, if I had ran away from this problem, I would be plagued with it the rest of my life. Against Crey I fought the valiant fight, and died a valiant ‘death’. I still solemnly believe that this is far better than any life of shame and eventual insanity could provide. For when one simply gives up everything he loves and everything he believes in, it will most assuredly drive a man insane.

When Mark awoke he realized he was in a large glass chamber, almost like a human-sized test tube. It was completely filled with a strangle looking green liquid that didn’t feel wet, more…warm. He reached up and touched his face, realizing that he was wearing an oxygen mask. He looked around frantically to find there were a dozen scientists all milling about him, some scribbling notes on their clipboards. Dozens of High-Tech computers and machines could be seen all throughout the large room in which he was being kept. Not a prospect he liked in the least. He punched the glass as hard as he could, but it didn’t even leave a scratch. The chamber barely even rattled.

“Ah, so our friend is awake”

Mark heard the loathsome voice, and turned, seeing none other than Mr. Smith. Mark’s eyes filled with hatred.

“No response? That sure is a shame. Here I thought we had become such good friends over the course of this week.” Mr. Smith said, mocking him. Mark wasn’t sure if he could speak through this oxygen mask or not, but regardless, he didn’t have anything to say to this monster. He let a single glare of fury do all the talking he needed.

“Well then,” Smith continued, seemingly unaffected by Mark’s belligerent state. “I think you’ll be proud to learn that you are the very first experiment with the Invulnerability gene here at Crey Industries. Well…the very first human experiment.”

Mr. Smith thought for a second, and then said, “The others didn’t work out too well. However, we refuse to let that impede our progress for a better tomorrow!”

“Spare me the altruistic bull [censored]” thought Mark. He didn’t lessen his unrelenting gaze of hate in the slightest.

“Unfortunately for you, the process will be quite painful” mused Mr. Smith thoughtfully. “Then again, that’s just the way I like it. The more the better” he added with a devilish grin. “Oh, and by the way, since you probably won’t survive, I’d like to let you know now…your wife is dead. She cried and pleaded with me before I killed her. To think, until the end she had faith that you would come for her too.”

Mark’s eyes widened in horror and shock. He turned to Mr. Smith, and the unbridled hate in his eyes alone seemed to threaten to destroy the barrier separating them. He slammed the glass prison with his fist again…to no avail.

“Good bye Mr. Cannons.” Mr. Smith said, with an annoying smirk on his face.
“In the name of science!” Smith called out “Let us begin!”

Mark’s vision became blurry as pain seemed to assail every cell in his body. Then, all he knew was black…