Ex_Libris

Ghetto Justice.... Thug Vs thug..... Interesting.....
Fight fire with fire, I say.
If ya need back up, give me a holla bro.
/em Hands GJ a business card.

(OOC: Love the back ground.)

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*I will make Statesman wash my car.

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Considering super strength really isn't all that super I'd say at best he'll get a nice shine out of it.

"First, do no harm." The words echoed in Luther Sight's ears as the first explosion ripped through the wall of his hospital. His hospital. He had spent the better portion of his life in dedication to ideals that never seemed to prevail. He had endured kidnappings, raids, being threatened and beaten at gunpoint before, but never had he been caught in the middle of a full scale war. Never did he anticipate that anyone, let alone his own government, the symbol of freedom and democracy around the world, would drop a bomb on a hospital; HIS hospital. He had been in surgery, yet another man's fluids pouring out of him like water, when the last symbols of hope and unity vaporized around him. The debris and the tangible force of the explosion threw him out of the room and into a void of thin air. The super-heated smoke tore at his lungs, the concussive effects forcing his eyes to watch the few seconds of horror while his brain screamed and writhed in disbelief. For a second he felt wieghtless, an unimaginably exhiliarating feeling of flying quickly dissapating into a plummeting free-fall. Crashing through what was left of floor after floor, his body no more than tatters, the world around him became darker and colder. His suicidal rate of descent is slowed on the last slab of concrete, forming the foundation of the building and the floor of the basement.
"First, do no harm." The first voice he heard was his own. There was no light, no tunnel, and certainly no afterlife. There was only the stench of blood, of smoke, and finally the searing prison of pain. Through it all he managed to detect a distincly sweet smell, but noxious like candy and ethanol. The sensation was enough to momentarily awaken in Luther an even deeper fear. He recognized it as the smell of the Fluid: an unstable chemical he had been experimenting with on lost causes. He had designed it to keep surgery cases alive when all else failed. Those he saved when he used it often labeled him a miracle worker. Men with head wounds the size of a fist had been saved before, but the Fluid was not without it's drawbacks. It reacted differently to everyone. In some it simply began to break down the bonds that it had repaired, causing the patient to decay in a matter of hours.
In others it had far more subtle and dangerous effects. He had used it to save a girl of about 11, and she was able to recover from 68% loss of blood. It was not until weeks later that he learned the girl had slowly developed such a single-minded psychosis that she had one night murdered her parents, grandparents, and her two younger brothers, using only her father's hammer. Such incidents had not stopped Luther from further developing his experiments. After all, were not the ones he had saved equal if not superior in gain despite the few who went awry?
"First, do no harm." The words again brought him back to the present, in which the sweet smell, that noxious perfume, was becoming intoxicating. Through the fog and the blackness and the pain, Luther managed to shift his left arm an inch, and froze. He had felt wet. Not blood, not water. He was lying in a pool of a substance he only administered a few drops at a time. As every open wound in his body drank in the substance with a primal greed, more voices, not his own, could be heard in the darkness. Sensations he was not accustomed to surged through his body. Uplifting strength coursed through his viens, making him feel as if God himself could not stand against his creation. Pain of all kinds, as if there were an eternity left to experience suffering. Each flared and died, leaving him with only the voices. The voices. The voices of his patients. Those he had saved, some he had not, all in pain. All crying out to him as if he had been their malefactor, as if he was the cause for their suffering. The screams reached a crescendo heard only in the choirs of hell. Blacking out was the only option.
"First, do no harm." The words were echoed on the lips of the gurney who was bearing his body through the dry air. The gentle rays of the sun caressed his broken body, the warmth being met with...equal warmth. The world around him was not dulled as it should be, the effects of shock should have still been in place. On the contrary, the vibrancy of the sounds around Luther were nearly enough to make him black out again. He managed to open his eyes just long enough to recoil at the sheer godly luminance cascading over and around and against every featured face, every distinct grain of sand. The 100 feet from the crater to the ambulance was a journey, Luther aware of every rauccous detail.
"First, do no harm." Luther rose quickly out of sleep. He could smell oil and gunpowder. The gurney had been speaking to himself again, this time because there was a gun in his face. The man who held the gun was of the very same military that had bombed his hospital. Why would they stop an ambulance? The soldier was ordering the gurney to leave the vehicle, the gurney ordering the soldier to do the same. Neither one was going to give up, and that fact was quickly becoming clear to the soldier. Luther watched his face shift incrementaly, a tightening of the muscles around the right eye, and then the contents of the gurney's head exploded outward behind him, his face frozen and vacant. The soldier now turned his gun on Luther, seeing that he was now awake. He gazed down the sights at Luther, his eye tightnening again. Feeling at the mercy of another force, his hand had locked on to the barrel in a vice grip. The gun was pushed slightly off target, and the soldier fired. Luther felt the hot gas explosion lick his face, the flesh instantly burning, the bullet following on a similar course and blow through the front of his jaw. He felt the bone give way and turn to mush, only the sensation of pain being overridden as he tore the gun out of the soldier's grasp. Any gun would have felt alien in his hands, but in the heat of this new sensation, this desparation, the gun might as well have been his own right hand. Swinging the weapon around to bear on his enemy, he and the soldier locked eyes. It was not the gun that terrified the now helpless human being in front of him, but the single-minded gaze of a predator. The hot gas explosion roared from the muzzle, now an unrestrained and unnatural force, the sound shaking the walls of the vehicle and drowning out the scream the man who had been in front of Luther. By now Luther was in the grip of something primal, pure, and deadly.
He lept out of the ambulance, onto the dirt road and into the baking sun. Confronted at last with the other soldiers, who had not had time to fully apreciate what had just happened, he brought the rifle up to bear once more. The weapon roared ferociously and with a lust matched only by his own predatory sense. Five bullets lept from the maw of man's terrifying tool, and five men in turn were silenced.
The silence that followed, however, was anything but peaceful. He could hear the screams of the men he had just executed, echoing in his mind and joining the unholy choir in his head. The gurney's too, his timid voice repeating that phrase of all sworn to "first, do no harm." His own voice, the loudest cried out in anguish for all the people he had sacrificed for his own gain, for all those he had inflicted suffering upon merely in the name of science...or was it good? Reeling back, staggering, unable to conrtol himself, Luther fell to his knees in the sand, seeing only the millions of tiny grains laid out before him. As he watched his own blood soak the ground, he became aware of the holes in his chest. A couple of the soldiers had managed to hit him before meeting their end, making wounds that should have finished him. Where there should have been pain, he felt only numb. Most likely severe shock and more than a gallon of adrenaline. Luther laid back, hoping that his now destroyed life could end. He lay there, feeling his muscles constrict and his blood quicken. Before he had time to realize what his own body was doing, the wounds of his chest had receded into nasty scars. The voices themselves had coalesced into a single chord: "First, do no harm." To be continued...

-First effort to write a bio, so it has it's obvious flaws. If you've taken the time to read this, feel free to post whatever critique you like, or contact me on Virtue for some good old rping.
thanks,
the shotgun surgeon

god damn man... god damn.. that is insanely cool!! 1000/10 from me!

And did anyone else even look at the names in the credits? Look at the stunt doubles' names... is that true, DJ?

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Heh just read your reply on the 2nd page so nevermind

Now that we can have multiple costume options, can these be switched with the use of binds? Is there a bind command to automatically select costume option #1, 2, 3 or 4?

Thanks

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Moving this one up for the evening crew.

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When you make another one keep bumping it, i dont want to miss it loved both of them, even though they were basically the same lol

Not sure if its been posted - but I did a test a while back with frost breath, fire breath, and fire ball.

My numbers may be a little off - but from what I can remember for a 20th level fire and ice blaster against non-resistant / non-vulnerable 20th level minions these are their approximate non-enhanced (i.e. base) damages:

Frost Breath: 20 x 2 (~40)
Fire Breath: 17 x 3 (~50)
Fire Ball: 20 + 5 (plus 3 dmg x 4 ticks max for burn) (~30 assuming burn lasts 2 ticks)

So just between frost breath (16 sec recharge) versus fire breath + fire ball (each with 16 sec recharge) a fire blaster will double the damage output of an ice blaster in AoE.

Now this doesn't include rains - because rains are 60 sec base recharge (way too high to use every battle - let alone have a 9.4 recycle time with perma hasten). Further, they take too long (20 sec) to do their full damage.

I'd be interested in seeing frost breath, fire breath and fire balls unenhanced damage at 30, 40 and even 50 - if anyone has done any tests.

BTW, I enjoy my ice blaster - and don't feel he is 'gimped' - he's just not in the same league as my fire blasters when it comes to AoE damage.

I think it's funny... People can't have their own experience anymore. They have to find the perfect build so they can rule the world. Where’s the fun in taking out a mob in one or two hits? Where’s the challenge? Where’s the blood pumping excitement? I gots a Enrg/Enrg Blaster that most of you would probably laugh at, but I bet I have more fun gettin into trouble and surviving by the skin of my teeth while lvling at a comfortable rate. Is there some prize for hitting the lvl cap quick? Do they give you a Super Cookie or something?

Call me crazy but using my melee attacks on a Red con Boss is hella fun.

And this is an MMO not a single player game that just happenes to be online...

I guess what it comes down to is how you like to have fun. But to be honest I'd rather read a Comic with action and tight situations than one where the hero stands there and blast’s the bad guy in one or two cells.

So that my two cents...*grabs umbrella and waits for poo storm*

Come on, someone has to host this, its hilarious!!!!

Here is mine...kinda a blur of the moment of the moment thing...but I've added some here and there while I've played and I like it. I have all my chars on Triumph and usually play there, I just made a char on Virtue to see if I can get into a smashing RP SG.

Server: Triump (Split Second) Virtue (Split Seconds)

Real Name: Elisa Summers
Alias: Split Second (will probably be "The Gallant..." in awhile)
Origin: Natural
Archetype: Tanker

Origin Story (what I have so far..):
When Elisa was young, her dad fought as a crimefighter, or superhero as they said, against villains and criminals, in a town not unlike Paragon. When he was murdered, it was stated in the will that she would carry on what he had worked for. So with his last wish, his gloves of immense power was left in her care.

After years of research, investigation and training, she finally found her fathers killer, his nemesis. Unfortunatly, the encounter she had lusted for all these years didn't last long, and ended in defeat of Elisa.

Broken and tattered, she went to Positron for advice. Positron thought Elisa about honour, trained and honed her skills. While studying Elisa fighting style and manoveurs he quickly figured out the reason she was not doing so well, and fell so easy against her father's nemesis. Her gloves wasn't modified for her, and so Positron, as the scientist he is, engineered and modified the gloves for Elisa, to match her fighting style and personality more. This resulted in Elisa becoming very agile and extremly fast, aswell as super strong. Positron also created an armor not unlike his, and Elisa learned to use a form of energy, emerging from the gloves, that she never could without the suit. Now, several years later, and several years of training later, she is now a resident hero of Paragon City. Having moved to Paragon City to track down her fathers murderer, Elisa Summers have become The Split Second!

"Nothing Ever Resolves Vengeance!!!"

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yes there is lots and lots of useful information here, just have to read a bit now to find it all lol

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I did put all of his relevant posts into one web page to make it easier.

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Awesome, it was much better than Cats!

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Awesome, it was much better than Cats! I will see it again and again!

omg...you're awsome.....very very very nice video editing.....couldn't have been better....I am looking forward to more of your work.

P.S. - I laughed really hard during the dice sequence!

Ah, well we'll get to rob later on...

Anyways, I've been busy for the last week or so, but finally got the next installment done. I dunno if anyone reads or cares any more, but I'm still writin cuz I like to. Anyways, here's the next part, for those who care:

The 4th Installment

When I woke up, I was in sort of a makeshift hospital. I didn’t realize this until a bit later, because it seemed like one eye was not functioning, and the other one was blurred. I tried to speak, but nothing came out. I could help but wonder, am I dead?
“Patient number 1304 is awake, Dr. Lucas.” I heard someone say.
A few minutes later, someone came into the room and leaned over me. He took out something from his coat, and shone a light into my eye. Even though the light was very irritating, it took me about five seconds to blink.
“Ah, well looks like she is awake.” I heard him say.
He disappeared for a bit, and then was back.
“Ok, Miss, we need to get some information from you. Your name, please?” He said.
I opened my mouth, and tried to say my name, but it just felt like I was breathing out ash.
“Hmmmm….” He said. “Yes, that is to be expected. Well then. I think I’ll fill you in.”
I heard a chair being dragged, and I couldn’t see him any more.
“Well let’s see. It’s been about three weeks since the invasion.”
Invasion? What invasion? I guess he figured out that he needed to explain further somehow, because he explained.
“I am speaking, of course, about the Rikti. I don’t know if you saw the red lights from the sky, but those brought the Rikti. They came, they saw, and they damn nearly conquered. Now don’t ask me if we’ve beaten then totally, or why they even stopped attacking, because I don’t know. Now, when they attacked, they obviously hit where you were as well, otherwise you wouldn’t be here.”
Flashes of things exploding came flooding through. I saw Dr. Jackson’s face, him screaming.
“Somehow, I again don’t know how, you ended up here under my care. And let me tell you, you were in baaaad shape. You had a cracked skull, and were quite within your last grasps of life. Thanks to yours truly however, we were able to fix your noggin. However, it required putting a face plate on you, which is why you cannot currently see.”
Oh thank god, so I wasn’t dead, or blind. Wait… face plating?
“It’s a rather large piece of metal, stretching over the right side of your face, from the top of your forehead down to your cheekbone. At some point we may be able to put on something better, but for now, that’s all we had to work with.”
I swear this guy could read my mind or something.
“No, I can’t read your mind.” He said, and I felt like he was grinning at me. “Anyhoo, after that, everything went pretty smoothly. It’s like your own body went and started to repair itself. Never seen it happen quite at the rate which it happened with you, but I guess there’s a first time for everything. So, I just came to tell you what is up, and that you’ll be fine, and should be up and about in the next week or so.” I heard him stand up, and I felt a pat on my knee.
“Welcome back to the world of the living.” He said, and I hear footsteps walk away from me.

And he was right. In a week, I was up and about, but barely. Walking stiff, still fumbling around, and every time I saw myself in the mirror I was surprised. The face plate was huge, and a big chunk of hair was missing. I was venturing around one day, and found myself in the lost and found, where a big black hat was sitting. I didn’t really think twice about it, and I took the hat, and pulled it down over my head. It was a near perfect fit. Like someone had left it there for me. I then went to go see how the others were doing. Most of them were John and Jane Doe’s, all in comas, and from what I had heard, not much hope was left for them. However, I did have a favorite to visit, a kind old man who seemed to have lost his memories, but was still so cheerful. This day however, he was lying in bed, looking very tired. When I came in he turned in my direction slightly, and managed to produce a small smile.
“He… hello.” Ha managed to say.
He did not have much time left, that could be said. I went to the side, pulled up a chair, and took his hand. It was the least I could do. I sat there for a while, and started thinking about how much I wished that nice people like him wouldn’t have to suffer, and how unfair it was, and how much I wished I could do something. Then all of a sudden, I felt very tired. I got up to go back to my room, and suddenly the old man straightened up.
“Well I feel much better.” He said. I guess he could see that I was stumbling around, because I remember his escorting me back to my room. I don’t know how long I slept for, but I do know that I fell asleep wondering, how could someone who seemed like he was going to die any minute, all of a sudden be up and around? Did I do something?

The day after, I decided to try something. I went into the sick ward, and just looked at the people. All in pain, all suffering. I concentrated on the unfairness of it all, and my desire to help them, and sure enough, I once again felt very weary, but on my way out, everyone seemed a lot more peaceful, and a lot healthier. Oh yes. There was something going on here.

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Very diplomatic Cambios.
Well done.
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I have my moments.

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And can anyone tell me what the 6 flags commercials are about before I view the video... I'm from the UK . Hehe.

Allo again, I didn't know this yesterday when I posted but I know now after hitting 34. Following Robinson's guide I can safely solo a group of up to red con minions in 2 shots and kill off any lieuts/bosses that survive said massacre with burst/slug/sniper. Yes sniper because with smoke grenade mobs hit so very few times its more unlikely that they will hit rather than not hit.

I'm not going to bash whiteboi because for all we know he isn't really an escaped patient of a mental assylum and actually has 2 40's and a 44. It doesn't really matter now. The point is Robinson's guide works and it works well.

P.S. If you doubt it, throw together a toon and send Palintone a tell and i'll show you just how well Robinson's guide works.

I didn't like it, but i didn't want to say anything, but the poster above asked the question so I'm responding.

I guess when I'm thinking 'oh, he's gonna show us dancing' I don't want to see the obvious.

umm i didnt really like it, i know ppl are gonna start yelling at me but i gotta tell the truth... me no likey im sorry
and i was wondering if it was just me

Lmao! toooooo funny, I love it, you also gets teh 5 stars

funny.

Nicely Done!

We all watched it here (4 of us) and we were all laughing.

Thanks for sharing!

When i use chat bubbles with color, there is an indent before the text in the chat window. Does anyone know why?

Great job! I totally enjoyed it. Nicely syncronized and good music. Thanks!

Yeah, you've seen that photo of him in the suit, haven't you?