Ex_Libris

Scimitar steps in through a dimension doorway from a differnt thread then says " This looks fun" he quickly knifes Black in the back then cuts his thorat for good measure, all the time using a serrated butterknife.

/ OOC Yes the plastickind

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I suggest R.A. Salvatore's work for combat scenes, He is a genius.

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I agree, His are some of the best written fight scenes you could ever find in a book. Hell, some of them are more descriptive then a simliar scene in a movie.

That's my 2 cents. Scimitar, avid R. A. Salvatore reader

SKI Industries, or SKI, the manufacturer of the SKI-113 multifunction assault rifle, numerous hero devices such as the famed SG-6, or "pea soup" smoke grenade, and creators of serveral "power suits" used by Paragon City's heroes, has announced its move into the cybernetic implant and prosthetics market. Jacob Brown, co-founder and head of SKI's Research and Development team, announced the company's new direction with the unveiling of one "Mr. Obnoxious" and the structuring of a company funded Super Grou, Steel Knight Industries Research of Mechanical Input Systems Heroes, or SKIRMISH. SKIRMISH is dedicated to the defense of Paragon City and its citizenry, as well as the rigorous testing of SK Industries new cybernetic product line, as well as new products from the company's existing lines. Additionally, any heroes interested in a position in the company's field testing department are encouraged to contact Mr. Obnoxious through Paragon's Hero e-mail service ((Liberty Server)) or through his internet e-mail at Jonny_Obnoxious@hotmail.com.
((This is an RP'ed intro for a character story line. I am looking for mostly new, (may move to a heavier RP server) but possibly existing as well, characters to join in the RP. I am looking for Tech origin characters ONLY please. Possibly even a Group that is all willing to start new characters for RP. Post here or contact by previously mentioned methods.))

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LMAO
Damm good work. Made me laugh. MY kids saw it and now keep asking to see it.

Ive noticed that nobody was able to get to this as for the following error: Bandwidth Limit Exceeded

Ive seen loads of you wanna see it so ive downloaded it and posted it here:

PLAY TIME MIRROR

Enjoy and happy to help ;P

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good stuff

(PS: I know that post was short, but i really am new at this, I will have a part 2 up soon)

(OOC Note: This is my first RP thingy. I would greatly appreicate any Hints/Tips/Comments on my work. Feel free to PM me and put "Origin" in the title, Thank you.)

Part I:
Andrei Suttoni went running down the street, his brown hair flying back behind him. He was persued by a group of hellions. He was unfortunate enough to be all alone in a emoty street when the hellions had came. Then he saw something and instantly his heart sank. He was in a dead-end he realised. The hellion at the head of the group walked forward with a gun in hand and then a man flew down from the sky, a hero! He scared away all the hellions then flew Andrei home. Ever since then, Andrei had wanted to be, a hero!

I just started a Rad/Psy Defender and this info is invaluable for planning my character. And yes, Mental Blast is just awful. Thanks for the informative discussion, everyone.

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I rely on Lance a lot (pictures of round tables...)

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/guffaw

Why? Why me? It’s such a simple question really. Unfortunate that the answer has to be so complicated. I didn’t do anything to deserve this conflict. There is no reason these people should be entering my home, trying to kill me. Then again, I guess it is my fault. It was my own actions that brought these men here. I accept that. Still, I feel like the man that cried innocent…all the way to jail. It is also ironic, that in doing what I know was right, saving Roger’s life; I could be killing me and my wife. One life for another. This brings me to my next contemplation. My wife really is innocent. She did nothing to deserve this, except to marry me. Why must the ones I love always be hurt? An old stalwart hero once said, “with great power comes great responsibility.” I guess it’s now my responsibility to protect her. I cannot fail. For my sake as much as hers.

Mark saw them as much as he heard them. They obviously had an expert lock pick on their team; he made not a sound as the door eased open to his proficiency. They quickly stole in, covering each other and branching out a short way down each hallway, all completely silently. Noticeably professional.

“Six” Mark thought. The team’s leader made a few silent hand motions, and two disappeared down one hallway…looking for them, Mark realized.

The leader then turned to two of the remaining members, and motioned for them to go down Mark’s hallway. Mark knew he had to play this just right, as tough as he was, he couldn’t ignore the assault rifles they carried. Careful to remain in the shadows, Mark lifted his hammer onto his shoulder and waited for them to turn the corner…

The first Crey assault member rounded the corner, training his gun on the shadows as he was trained to do. Nothing could have prepared him for this sight. Mark stood there, sledgehammer hefted easily onto one shoulder, wearing sweat pants and a tank top. Then again, not like that mattered much to him.

With a loud roar Mark brought his sledgehammer in a downward arc onto the man’s head, shattering his skull and continuing to clearly break his neck, instantly killing him. He fell to his knees, then face down on the carpet, in a slowly forming pool of his own blood. His partner, almost in as much shock as his now dead teammate, backed away and pulled the trigger. However, he was frantic, and his marksmanship was off. Not like he got more than a shot off anyway. Mark grabbed him by the throat with one hand and slammed him into the wall so hard the entire house seemed to rattle. He followed with a vicious head-butt that solidly connected with the man’s nose, splaying it wetly across his face and knocking him out cold. This all happened in a matter of seconds, but for the two men at the end of the hall that was all they had needed.

Mark gave a defiant roar and charged. They opened fire. A bullet tore into Mark’s collar bone, then another into his abdomen a split second later. He didn’t even feel it. Mark reached them quickly, far too quickly for the two men’s likes for sure. He swung his hammer in a horizontal arc, like a baseball bat, and connected solidly with one’s chest. Mark felt the man’s chest crack and slightly cave at the impact, and took a small matter of satisfaction in that. The man was slammed so hard against the wall from the blow that he literally collided with the wall, then rebounded…catching a meaty punch in the face for his troubles. Mark wasn’t sure if he had killed him, but knew he had injured him quite badly. Not like he had time to think about that anyway.

He reversed the grip on his hammer, and swung it at his lone remaining combatant. It connected heavily with the man’s shoulder, as he turned trying to avoid or at least mitigate the hammer somewhat. It didn’t work too well. This time the explosive blast sent the enemy against the wall, then through it.

Mark didn’t have time to contemplate any of this. Now he was running on pure, unadulterated instinct. Just as he had finished with the fourth member, he heard a blood-curling scream. His wife’s scream. Mark dashed back to their bedroom, and kicked the now locked door off its hinges just in time to see the remaining two men crawl out there bedroom window…one with his wife in tow.

Unfortunately, the one carrying his wife, kicking and screaming, was long gone, but as the last one tried to leave, Mark was quick enough to grab him by the ankle and fling him, like a rag doll, back into the room. The man staggered to his feet, but Mark was on him in an instant. He slammed the man against the wall and said very calmly, very coolly, “You’re going to tell me where they took my wife.”

“I can’t, they’ll kill me,” the invader pleaded.

“They are the least of your worries. I’ve already killed two of your comrades, I wont hesitate to make that three,” came the dangerous reply.

“Okay, okay. They took her to Crey Industries, where you work. She’s in the lower, hidden basement, there is a secret elevator,” he cried as he hemorrhaged information under the increasing pressure Mark’s hand placed on his throat.

“Good. Thank you.” Mark replied as he casually snapped the man’s neck, killing him on the spot. He didn’t need, nor was in the mood for, someone notifying Crey that he was coming. It was then that he noticed his bullet wounds for the first time. He began to pitch forward and black-out, but he didn’t. He couldn’t. He must not falter now. I must not falter now.

The lack of space is impacted by several issues. I will try to explain them briefly.

1) Server Storage - All of this information has to be stored on the server side of the game. If everyone had, say, 10,000 charaters to work with as their bio's, imagine the storage needs for this.

2) Bandwidth - You are going to have to download that at some point to read it....

3) Memory - once you download it, it has to be available for you to read it in the graphical environment. Text in a game is still a form of graphics and takes up more space than just Word Processor text.

So as you can see, they had to decide where to draw the line so that that the game would be playable. Hope that helps fill in the blanks.

I find Dark Pit very useful. I have 1 Accuracy and 1 Disorient Duration enhancement in it. It is great for damage mitigation. If the enemy is wandering around with circles around their head, they are not attacking

It seems to be most effective against minions, sometimes on lieutenants and I havent even bothered trying it on a boss. But taking minions out of the fight for 20 seconds or so is still pretty handy.

If I am soloing and encounter, say, 1 yello Lt and 3 white minions, I Moonbeam the Lt to get things started and Dark pit the minions. That way I can concentrate on the Lt while the minions are wandering around.

As an example, I was patrolling with 2 friends last night (our chars are level 28-30) in Brickstown and we were fighting 6 5th column minions that were red to me. I used Dark Pit and disoriented 5 of them!

I would say that after using Dark Pit for 18 levels (I got it at level 10 and am 18 now) I have been satisfied with its performance.

Guyver-- adj. Chiefly British. A person of odd or grotesque appearance or dress. Japanese--a human monster or mutant, horribly misfigured that possesses super-human powers or intellect.


That's me. A grotesquerie of human emotion. Heh. I don't know about that intellect part, but hey... what do I know? I didn't pick the name. Or to be a hero. I do this because I can, and I suppose because I should. That and usually it's a lot of fun I'm Jay, more widely known as ICe Guyver .


But wait. I should probably start at the beginning.

I'm a mutant. I know... ewwwwwwwwwwwww a mutie!! I got that all the time when I was a teenager, and my skin first started to go blue. I grew up the only child of two apparently normal parents. I say apparently because I can't ask them now... they died during the Rikti Invasion. I was 15 at the time of the attack, and on my way home from my doctor when I saw the Red Disks opening in the sky. This was also the day my mutant gene had it's Catalyst .

Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah... I'm a Mutant. Something, somehow some way, cause one of my DNA chains to produce a unique nucleotide sequence. It first made itself evident when I was nine, usually responding to great deals of stress or huge amounts of adrenaline dumping into the bloodstream, the day I got into a schoolyard fight with the class bully. This kid was a monster... in fourth grade and already needed to shave. Nevermind the fact that this was his third time in fourth grade; he wasn't too bright. He had incredible street smarts, and a kind of charisma. Better to be friends with this kid than get beat up, I suppose. He used to lull the weaker-minded kids over to him... wait, that sounds like mind control, right? I wonder.... anyway. He used to literally have an army of sub-bully's under his control, and they'd go on these raids in the gym locker room and shakedown the younger boys for anything they could get.

When I was the target, my skin started to put off this blue glow... and everything seemed to slow down. I could sidestep the punches and step over the kicks as they were coming, almost as if they were in slow motion. All I wanted was to get out of there, to be left alone. When I put my arm up to block an incoming punch to the face, my skin froze the bully's skin where it touched his. I grabbed my books and clothes and ran out of the locker room, scared out of my mind.

I didn't bother going to my classes for the rest of the day, I had to go home and find out what was wrong with me. Why did this happen? How? I wouldn't know any of that for a long time.

Go forward two years, and now I've got no friends. None, nada, zip. My skin is now permamently blue. I can't even see the irises or pupil in my eyes anymore... they put off this faint white glow and all my hair has turned white. I don't understand, but my parents have me being home-schooled, and I spend three days a week being poked and prodded by some scientists at Chiron Medical Center. My parents both took new jobs in Paragon City in order to move us closer to where they could get me some help. I'm not sure I like this town too much... it's too huge. That and there's no zoo. Well, some parts of the city are a zoo. Take the green line and you'll see what I mean.

Go ahead one more year. The scientists that work with me are actually pretty cool, I guess they work with all kinds of Heroes. I hadn't really thought about what my situation would mean for me; but they insist that I keep up on my school work. I guess being a Hero doesn't put food in the refrigerator, haha I always wanted to be a cartoonist anyway.

Working at the facility with the doctors is teaching me how to use my mutant abilites.... I can now shoot a bolt of ice from both hands, and extend an aura of freezing air around me that slows people down. I guess that's how I got away from the bullies in the locker room, and the doc's say that that's not all I can do. I've been having dreams where I can fly... but the doc's all say that's normal for a boy my age.

I still don't have any friends, but I've been sneaking out at night on the weekends. The last time was really scary... I was walking through an alley in King's Row, and saw some gang members beating up on an elderly woman. I was just about to turn and run to find a phone to call a cop and a huge gust of air and light knocked me down. Standing there in the middle of all the gang members was this huge giant of a guy, with sparks shooting off his hands as he punched and slapped these goons around. When they were all unconcious, he roped them all together, and then saw me staring at him.
"What's the matter kid, never saw no hero before?" he asked.
"No, I..." I couldn't say anything else. This guy was HUGE... at least seven feet tall, and just HUGE. "What's your name?" I asked.
"I'm the Back Alley Brawler, at least that's what the papers call me. Were you going to take these thugs yourself? How old are you kid? Do your parents know where you are?"
All these questions... all at once kind of unlocked whatever gag there was around my mouth. I explained I was gonna call the cops, but he laughed.
"Kid, normal cops can't handle goons like these. Check this one guy out... see those horns on his head? He's a Damned. He'd roast you alive. The only reason I took him down so easy was because his powers take some time to charge up. Know your enemy. And from the looks of you, you have some power yourself. What can you do?"

And so I told him. Over the next couple of weeks, he stopped by the hospital where I was being tested. I'm there all the time now, they have tutors coming in for my schooling, and the second half of the day is almost like extended gym class. They have me lifting weights, giving me gymnastic workouts, and target practice. The Brawler probably has something to do with all the exercise, but I don't mind.

By the time I'm fifteen, everything I know changes.

I'm on the Yellow Line, taking the train home from the hospital and the sky has gone all weird... there's Hero's in the streets everywhere I look, and all of them are looking at the sky. By the time I get off the train, I know why. There's these red circles in the sky and people coming out of them. Not just people either, but these weird orb looking robots, shooting lasers and energy and killing people for no reason... I gotta get home! Looking down the street there's bands of these people... wait they're aliens! Just killing people left and right, and and... some of the heroes are dead too! Oh my God! One of them is looking right at me, so I figure it's now or never. I shoot an ice bolt at it, thinking I can probably blind it long enough to get away, but the bolt never hits. It stops dead about two feet in front of the invader. I have no doubt that this is what it is, an invasion.

In a blind panic, I turn and start to run. But something else happens... everything starts to slow down around me again. I'm thinking OK, at least my Chilling Embrace has kicked in... but that's always on now. This is something else. I see a bolt of green and purple energy come sizzling by me, but it's moving really slow. I can feel the heat of the blast, scorching the air around it, but I sidestep around it. I look to see where it's going to hit.... and there's a little girl standing there, eyes wide in terror. I grab the girl by the back of the shirt and yank her to me... just as time resumes it's normal flow and the bolt slams into the wall where the little girl was. The alien that shot at me utters something in a gutteral language that sounds like a swear word, and fires off three more shots. This time I don't hang around to see what happens... I'm outta here!

Still holding on to the little girl, I run as fast as I can down the street and time is slowed down again. This is too weird... and then I notice a burning around my legs. It doesn't hurt, but there's a blinding glow enveloping my feet as I run, and next thing I know I'm running across open water! This isn't possible! Possible or not, I keep going until I find a relatively safe place. I need to get this girl home or to a shelter.

She isn't screaming anymore, or kicking or crying or anything... Oh my God... the Chilling Embrace! Did I kill her? She's frozen solid... ohmygodohmygodohmygod what did I do? So I run back to the hospital, forget the Yellow Line, this is faster. The skylight in the ward where I'm being tested is never locked... I'll just bypass the ground floor and the doc's will know what to do... as I run up the fire escape to the roof it dawns on me: I just ran from Steel Canyon to Atlas Park in under a minute! I slide into the skylight and see a controlled chaos erupting around me. All the nurses are setting up cots and monitoring equipment in all the available emty space, probably getting ready to treat wounded.

"Jason! Where the hell did you come from?" the head nurse asks me, apparently just noticing that I'm standing there with a frozen girl in my arms.

"The skylight. This girl needs help!" I yell, and hand the girl off to an orderly. He puts the business end of a stethoscope on her chest and looks at me. "She's alive, but just barely. I need a tub of lukewarm water here, NOW!! We need to get her temperature up before she dies of Hypothermia. You did good kid, now get out of the way", he says to me with a wink.

I back away from the action, hoping the girl is going to be allright. Looking down at my feet, there's scorch marks around the soles and the tread is melted away. My parents are gonna kill me.

My parents! :shock:

I run out the way I came, and skip the fire escape. It's 8 stories straight down, and I take the jump like jumping off a chair. What is going on with me? Are there any other suprises? That'll have to wait... I start building up my ice bolts just in case. I run across Atlas Park like it's a figment of my imagination, next thing I know i'm in Steel Canyon, zipping up beside Silver Lake. I figure why not... and take the freeway into Baumtown. I got to get home to see if Mom and Dad are alright!

Crossing into Baumtown, the scene unfolds like an enormous blossoming flower. Made of fire.

This isn't Baumtown anymore... it's Boomtown. All the buildings are either falling down, on fire, or huge smoking reminders of what they used to be. Or all of the above. As I'm standing there in shock, I see Statesman come running up the road, and does something wholly unbelievable. He jumps straight up into the sky.... but he's not flying. At least I don't think he is... but he just keeps going up. As he hits the apex of his jump, an alien ship comes out of the red hole in the sky, side cannons blazing. Statesman comes down on the ships bow, and rips a section of it's hull away and goes inside. The next thing I see is the ship listing to the side, like it can't stay aloft... and then it starts to fall. There's smoke streaming from it's vents, and it's coming down even faster. I look down to see where it's going to hit, and there's my apartment building... right in the line of it's trajectory.

Everything freezes.

Flames are caught in motion... there's arcs of energy ripping across the sky, and the alien ship that Statesman is taking out is just hanging there in space. Panic engulfs me as I run past the ship; it's looming over me like a death cloud. If I can just get into the apartment before that ship hits.. I run up the side of the building and into my bedroom window, calling for them. But no one's answering... in fact the only thing I can hear is my own breathing and a roar of wind in my ears. Looking around, tears start to stream from my eyes. Mom and Dad are dead, huge holes burned through their chests. The aliens must have teleported in here and killed them.

The next thing I know, I'm seeing two different places at the same time. I'm sitting in my living room, screaming and crying that it's not fair, hugging my parent's bodies. There's a flash of light, and I'm still hugging my parents, but I'm in the park ( or what used to be ) across the street. Time goes forward again and the alien ship slams into my apartment building, flattening it like a soda can. And then I pass out.

I wake up what feels like a minute later... but I'm bandaged almost from head to toe, and lying in what looks like a hospital ward. There's a woman taking notes on a clipboard and she starts to talk, but I can't hear her... then everything goes black again.

I wake up again, but this time I'm in my own room. I'm really thirsty... and I itch all over. I really want a shower. I get up and notice the bandages are gone, how long have I been out? What the hell's going on? Then I notice the scars. My body is covered in burn scars... I look like a burnt hot dog. I'm not in any pain, but damn this feels weird. I go into the bathroom and check the mirror... and almost pass out again. My face is barely recognizeable. There's long burn streaks running down the sides of my face, and my eyes are putting off a fierce glow now. As I come out of the bathroom, Back Alley Brawler is sitting in a chair next to my bed.

"'Bout time you woke up. You took one hell of a hit, you know that? You're lucky to be alive. What did you go running into that building for in the first place?" he asks, handing me a bottle of water.

I take the cap off, and chug most of it in one pull, wiping my mouth. "I ran into that building to try and save my parents, but they were already dead. I was too late. I was on my way home and saw the aliens coming out of thin air.... and did what I could to save a little girl who was in the wrong place at the wrong time."

"I know. She's been asking about you," Brawler says with a grin. "She's in a room down the hall. Wanna go see her?"

"Maybe later. I'm not feeling so good. How long was I unconcious?" I ask Brawler, looking around for something eat. Man I was hungry... like I just went a month without food. When you eat 5 meals a day and then something like this, well you know. A wave of dizziness passes over me as Brawler keeps talking, "Kid, you were sedated for the last three months. You missed the whole war. But you attracted some top-level attention. You've become a celebrity; you're what the local news calls a 'Super-Human Interest Piece'. Sister Psyche teleported you out of that building just before the ship crashed into it, and Stateman himself had your medical care taken care of. In fact, you're in the Freedom Phalanx Medical Ward right now. Unfortunately there isn't anything we can do for your parents, but they've been buried and a memorial service is waiting pretty much on you. Then you can start your healing."

As he said all this, it kind of dawned on me. What it is I'm supposed to do.... sorta like Batman in the comics. I'm not really into the whole revenge bit... but when I was helping that girl, I was on top of the world. Nevermind the running at super speed

Over the next two years I finished my tutoring in High School Education, and have completed the Advanced Super Hero Training course that Freedom Phalanx have provided for me. I've become a ward of FP, and with Brawler's mentorship, I've discovered some new abilites. I can pretty much shape my ice into whatever I can envision. I took some college classes at the local University, and got a job after graduation. It pays the bills, but it's secondary to what I really love to do: Help People. So now I have this pretty cool costume, and a communications rig in my helmet so that I can listen in on Police and local Military Band Radio. It's even got a cell phone built into it, so I can call contacts and such. I haven't seen anyone from FP in a while, but I've got a new group I'm running around with: Unified - X. We're kind of a small group but we're growing... this might turn into a full time job after all

Question: What is the best server for RPing? I heard it was Virtue but want to make sure before i move to that server

I must start by saying that my JFS has been lame for I have not posted until this late date.

But then I must say that the J-Force is by far the best time you can possibly have while playing this fine game. I spend my entire week looking forward to the crazy saturday mornings with J-Man and Trix who play all night I catch them because i am an early riser. I must say that when I play I am the one usually getting killed.

These two have taken me under their wing I am pretty far behind them in lvls but they are always up to Party!!!

One last thing Trix are for Kids

How could you not see that coming

WHAAAAA AAAA AAAA!!!!!

JFS!

Hello, I just started playing CoH. I created a super group because I wanted to foster an intimate Role Play community. My in game name is "Heruting". My super group is called "The Third Eye". The Third Eye is an elite team of commandos loyal to The Emperor. We act as spies, or double agents. My character has infiltrated the Sacred Order of The Third Eye before and now acts as a guide for the next generation of servents of The Emperor. A lot of the backstory is respectfully taken from Warhammer 40k. Role Play is not forced, but encouraged. Please contact me if you are interested. Have a nice day. Happy Hunting.

ITs as simple as this people, if you you want a fun group with anywhere from high to low level chars to level with then J-Force is the group for you....People are alwasy friendly and theres always a few people on line and no matter the level difference or Archtype they will be happy to help you out and keep you entertained at the same time.....
J-Force FOrever......
COACH HOTTIE ROX

Chapter 2

Moose made his way into the second room of his tiny refuge. They wouldn’t be able to find him here. Not many people come through the Gish, not even Paragon’s finest. The good Doctor couldn’t find him here either. Not only wanted by the authorities, it seemed the Vaz wanted him dead, or at least “incorporated”. He sat down on the floor of the small room with this large back against the wall opposite the only window in this side of the apartment. His legs out in front of him, Moosemeat began to stretch his long arms to meet his toes. Who knows what today will bring? Today he would be ready. With the final release of tension from his left shoulder, still aching from the arrow, Moose rested his head back against the wall and gazed out the brown stained window on the opposite side of the room. The events of that night in constant loop in his head..

“We will find her tonight mate, don’t worry.”, Moose stated with an uneasy assurance. “Lets go to her place” Oscar interjected. Within several minutes they were in downtown AP, near Kristine's apartment building. There were several emergency vehicles in front, rotating red lights creating a fluorescent breakdance on the walls of the building and all those standing around, Moose shuddered. The crowd that had been assembled was being forced back by Paragon’s finest, and several citizens. Providing ID and an explanation of why they should be let by, Moose and Oscar followed the walkway to the rear of the building where the emergency workers had created a makeshift triage center. Channel 10 newscaster Sarah Evens was near the center of the commotion, attempting to speak to the camera. “This is Sarah Evens with a Channel 10 exclusive. It appears that several of the non-medical disappearances came from this downtown Atlas Park apartment community. The authorities have been tight lipped on the facts of the case, but this reporter has learned from eyewitnesses that several people were possibly killed and dragged into one of two nearby Paragon City Sewer Network entrances. Allegedly the kidnappers were dressed in black, using some type of smoke weapon to subdue their victims. Emergency personnel are attempting to stabilize those who survived the apparent attack.” “It seems we have… yes… ok Jim can you uh… ok, yes. Yes, it appears that Police Captain John Harriman wishes to make a statement.” As Ms. Evans ended her sentence, a man approached from her left. He was apparently the captain she had mentioned. To Moose he appeared to be in his late 40’s, possibly early 50’s. In good condition, and dressed in formal police attire. He approached the camera, adjusted his tie, and began to speak. Sarah Evans was the first to speak, “Captain Harriman, what happened here tonight, and what is your department doing to rescue those who were presumably kidnapped?” With an unshakable fortitude wrought through years of practice in front of the news camera, the Captain began to speak. “The evidence that we have been able to gather to this point does not point in any specific direction. Our investigation is ongoing, and we will inform the public, as pertinent information needs to be shared. We ask that no one panic, and I wish to assure Paragon City that your police force is doing everything in its power to find those who are lost.” With that the captain quickly turned and began to walk back to the open door of a large white unmarked PD car that was apparently waiting for him. Sarah Evens attempted to ask more questions but was quickly pushed away from the Captain by several officers.

“We need to get into that sewer network.” Oscar stated emphatically. “What, are you nuts? We haven’t even been upstairs to see if she is in her apartment.”

“I know she was taken Moose, I can feel it.” “You don’t know that, we can’t just run willy nilly into the damn sewers this late at night.” “I’m going Moose, without you if I have to. I am going to find my daughter.”

With reluctance, Moose placed his large left hand onto the shoulder of the man who had given him nearly everything in life; opportunity, friendship, a wife. “Mate, your are my best friend, you are like my father, and I love her more than anything. You’re a damn fool, but I’m not going to let you go alone.”

They quickly went back to the vehicle and retrieved the weapons. Moose tucked the small beretta between his belt and the small of his back; Oscar loaded the 6 shot pump on the shotgun, placing the extra shells into his coat pocket. Moose slipped the extra 9mm clip into his jacket pocket. They moved away from the crowd to the visible sewer access grate on the west side of the complex.

Moose stooped down and with some difficulty and removed the cover, providing their access to the rarely seen world below Paragon City. He was immediately grateful that he missed lunch. The contents of his stomach emptied upon the sidewalk and his shoes. This was his first encounter with the smell, little did he know, it was not his last. The overwhelming stench of the sewers caused Oscar to lose his balance, nearly falling into the open hole. Wiping the vomit from his chin Moose used his free hand to grab Oscar and prevent his fall. He looked down at the open manhole; hearing what he thought were screams, Moose quickly dismissed as the noise of a never-ending river of sewerage that awaited them below.

With a nod, Moose began down the ladder. Oscar was right behind him.

Startled from his daze by the banging noise apparently coming from the floor below, Moose leaned to the left and used his good right arm to lift himself to his feet. He shook of his daydream and tried to stop the looping images in his mind. He thought about his gun, which seemed to make him feel better. It was his security now. The easiness in his body was quickly escaping. The swelling on his left shoulder had subsided, but the effects of the toxic arrow still lingered. Though it had been a few days, he could still feel the tip of the arrow in his shoulder, must have broken off when he pulled the shaft out. He couldn’t remember if all of it came out, he was near the entrance to his apartment when he performed the removal. The pain caused him to black out. When he awoke, the arrow was missing, and so were a few of his smoke grenades.

Moose eased his large frame onto the nearly broken three legged stool, that besides his bed, was the only thing that could be considered furniture in his hiding place. He needed medical attention, badly. He needed food, and he was running out of ammunition. The shoulder wound from the dart, and many other bumps he had sustained, all screamed in unison as he reached for his large, multi powered gun. He nearly blacked out. How he had survived the past several months was a mystery to Moose. By all rights, he should have died at least 8 times. Moose was resilient.

Retrieving the weapon from the shelf, he began to clean the soot from the tip of the flame-thrower barrel that hung below the much larger main barrel. He doubted that he could get help, the Paragon PD wanted him, and it even appeared the Good Doctor wanted him. He couldnt leave his apartment during the day, and he hated to leave it at night. This was the only place he felt safe.

But he had to find him. When that was done, he would turn himself in and pay for his own crime. Until then, there was work to do. No matter how much it hurt.

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Leadership powers each suck 20% of the unbuffed endurance recovery rate. So, having 3 toggles on without stamina would mean you're not doing much else. However, a single END enhancement drops the cost to 15%, two to 12%, and 3 to 10%.

If you want to run all three leadership toggles (as I plan to on my defender), and use 1 END enhancement in the defense and accuracy powers, 3 in the damage power (since you can't enhance its effect) the total coat drops to 40% of your native endurance recovery.

Without stamina this is untenable. However, with stamina 6-slotted you have 175% of native endurance recovery to work with, and 40% is not so bad.

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I see problems in your thinking.

First off I am lvl31 Empathy and you didn't say what you are. If you are an Empath don't worry about stamina you won't need it once you get RA fully slotted with Recharges.

If your not here is what i did and understand about Leadership abilities and their endurance side effects.

For each cycle i get 6 endurance points. Each leadership ability takes 2 points per cycle.

To diminish its affects you can only put one SO Endurance Reduction to reduce it from 2 to 1 drain. Thats as far as it goes, you cannont negate it the drain totally.

But if your running Manuevers, Tactics, and Assaut, definately Slot each one with 1 Endurance Reduction (Thats all you need) SO ASAP and if your not a Empathy, Stamina looks very tastey, if you can't find a Empathy regularly.

Just my 2 cents.

Hey mate -

Nothing earth shattering, but pragmatic - my advice - write to a reader, not as if you are talking to someone. I write curriculum for a living, the biggest mistake I see new writers making is their attempt write as if they are talking to someone. Write to a reader, not a listner. As you start to put thoughts down, you will understand what I mean. The other posts in this thread are great advise as well!!

PS - check out my post - "do not enter" for my backstory.

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Awesome post, definitely think that changing perspectives is a cool idea, very effective. Keep it coming.

They get a bonus for assault and tactics, but not for manuveurs. (afaik)

As for the other one, I don't have a clue. And if they did, it wouldn't matter, because it still sucks.

“Run Moose.”

“RUN!”

Dream shades of black and green gave way to the gray morning sunlight that penetrated the dirt and smog stained windows of the tiny room. The sunlight was seemingly filtered through the acrid sky that hung like a soiled blanket over this city. Losing any brilliance before being able to brighten the day of those poor souls who “lived” in Kings Row. The dream had returned.

For months now Moosemeat had lived without the terrible images of his last encounter with the good Doctor. But for the past few nights, zombies had been his dream. They say that certain smells can trigger memories. Moose had memories he wanted to forget. He hadn’t been down there in day, but the awful smell of the sewers wouldn’t leave his senses. The smell was so strong you could feel it. Moose could feel it. Something was going to happen, something had to happen

Moose slowly lifted his heavy shoulders off the undersized bed that he managed to sleep on everynite. His oversized frame gracefully lifted from his bed and moved into the second room of his small two-room apartment. If you could call it an apartment. You see, in Kings Row, you didn’t live, you didn’t have a home, you merely survived. The smell of vomit and urine from the hallway outside his door was nearly overwhelming this morning. It was nearly 95 degrees outside. Some might think it awful, but compared the smell of the sewers; the fragrance from the hallway was like smelling a freshly bathed little child, right after Mom had put that great pink lotion on them, it was comforting. It made him forget the smell of the sewers. It made him forget the last visions he had of his best friend and fiancée.

Moosemeat had been changed. The cramped little spot he had now in this abandoned building made him long for his office, and the quite life he once had. Though it felt as if it were another lifetime, two years earlier Moose was a reasonably successful stock broker in Galaxy City. He and his partner Oscar managed a very large portfolio for some of Paragon’s upper class. But that was an eternity ago, he doubted any of those old clients would recognize him now. Though Oscar was nearly twice his age, he was best friends with Moose. When they first met, Oscar was a tax specialist with nearly 30 years in the business. Moose was new, fresh out of college. Oscar decided to take him on as a financial planner to assist his client base. They became fast friends.

Born George Goulet in the mountains of New Hampshire, Moose had earned his nickname at the rip old age of 10, on hunting expedition, he bagged a 950-lb. Bull Moose with only one shot. Moose was a great athlete, very fit, played football in college, ARMY ROTC, all state, you name it. His time in the ARMY taught him character, weapon skills, and best of all, helped pay for his schooling. Oscar had given him the chance of a lifetime, so Moose worked for Oscar for several years. He eventually fell in love with Oscar’s middle daughter – Kristine.

This is when his life began to change. Moose asked Oscar to join him for dinner in Galaxy City one Sunday night. He was going to ask Oscar’s permission to wed Kristine. As Moose prepared to leave his uptown AP apartment that night, the newsman on the radio began talking about a rash of vanishings. “The Medical Community is on edge tonight in Paragon. Today in Paragon over 25 people have been reported missing. Among those are missing are medical students, several college professors and a few other seemingly unrelated citiz…. “ Moose clicked the radio to silence and proceeded out the door.

As he entered his car, his cell phone chirped. “Moose, Moose, she is gone.” The frantic caller said. “Who’s gone? Who is this?” “Moose its Oscar, Kristine didn’t come over this morning after Church like she had planned, we cant find her anywhere, we…” “Slow down Oscar, don’t panic. I’m sure she is ok. We can find her. Ill come pick you up, and we’ll track her down”

About 15 minutes later, Moose pulled into the driveway of the Tirado residence, he was met by a frantic looking Oscar, complete with 12 gauge and beretta. “What the hell are you doing with those?” Moose questioned, a shaken Oscar replied, “It was that Vahzilok guy, Paragon police just released an APB on him and advised the public to stay away from sewer entrances and any underground access point. They’ve closed the city hospitals and have quardoned off the medical school. They are sure he is behind the disappearances.” As he moved into the car he managed the long barrel of the 12 gauge between the front seats. When he got his behind into the seat, he looked at Moose with a glare that would have stopped a charging bull, “Moose, we have to find her.” “Hold on, you don’t know that she is missing, she could be anywhere.” “Trust me Moose, she is missing. She has never missed Sunday dinner at our house, and her grandmother is here from Boston. She was going to be HERE.” With that last sentence Oscar began to weep. His graying hair like sidewalk grass coming through the cracks between his fingers as he held his head low to his chest. “We have to find her Moose.”

“We will mate. We will find her tonight.”

Moose was right. They would find her tonight. As he pulled the gearshift down the R, Moose set off an unstoppable and irreversible chain of events that would forever change everything, and everyone he loved.

Of course I figure this out a few minutes later.

Here's what I did:

W "+forward$$powexec_name Sprint"
S "+backward$$powexec_name Sprint"
A "+left$$powexec_name Sprint"
D "+right$$powexec_name Sprint"

Doesn't seem quite right, but it does what I want.

My girlfriend's burn tanker goes through Endurance like crazy, and I noticed that she often forgets to turn off Sprint before getting into the thick of things. I'd like to set it up so that Sprint is only active while actually moving, and I thought it'd be pretty easy. So, I changed her keybinds file thusly and tried it out:

W "+forward$$+powexec_name Sprint"
S "+backward$$+powexec_name Sprint"
A "+left$$+powexec_name Sprint"
D "+right$$+powexec_name Sprint"

But instead of being blown away by my coolness, I got this error with each:

Usage:
powexec_name takes 1 args, you gave 2.
...

I thought about it and realized why this doesn't work, but I'd still like to implement the same functionality. Does anyone have any idea as to how I can pull this off? I wanna score points with her, and this is easier than cooking italian. 8-)

excellent guide - explains why I'm never getting the drops I want... I'm fighting the 'wrong' critters