Gideon

So I finally got my old En/EM/Force onto the incarnate ladder, and I found myself unable to choose:

1) Musculature for more damage

2) Cardiac for more end.

The situation is a partly (due to inf) IO'd character, usually running CJ/Acro/TI as toggles, doing a mix of all content (solo, team and trials.) Now solo, I'd been having end issues occasionally, but this does raise a question.

Does the extra damage from Musculature balance out against the extra endred from Cardiac, in a more DPA/DPEnd kind of way? Also, must admit, liking the idea of the extra 20% range, but not sure how useful it is with boost range nearly perma. I have no recharge issues either, so it comes down to which will make my life simpler.

Thoughts from people who've been down this road?

And of course it went live. None of the actual concerns were even paid lip service to.

We had the same argument with Steampunk, and it all stemmed from the Magic Pack, when it transpired that there's really a whole lot of people who wanted the Baron Jacket for their female characters. In fact, around the time of the steampunk thing, it was acknowledged on the ustream that people felt this way, and they'd look at the issue in future.

Guess they looked at the issue, wadded it up and filed it in the round file, as exactly the same mistakes regarding the female costume have been made. Again.

It's appreciated there's a certain amount of lead time involved in making costume pieces, but the whole thing is starting to look a tad silly now. We know there's this big hoohah about equal numbers of parts for each body type, but this smacks of the people doing the basic design either not being told or not caring what the players think, and the subject only being mentioned when it's too late to change matters. Gods I hope it's just that they weren't told.

I went Nerve, to help make sure all my pets were actually hitting in trials. Obviously, YMMV.

From the SSA Panel: "Batallion is the Oncoming Storm"

It's a lot like hitching a ride on a vogon constructor fleet.

Step 1: Forget it.

Aded to the fun. After Samuraiko asked her video question: "Please do some more so I don't have to keep making them all the time." From the peanut Gallery at the back drifts "or hire her."

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Somewhere along the line, Statesman had found out how to cheat on an eye test.

Confirmed, also occurs on Soldier of Arachnos with female bodytype.

Atlas Park
The crunch of fist meeting face was strangely satisfying, as Paradox Eight, controlling the Paradox Helix Battleframe, plunged through the mass of Hellions. The armour surrounded her like a skin, feeding data directly into her sensorium, co-processors synthesising all the combat data into other sensory streams. Sight, Sound, Hearing, Taste, Smell, Tactical radar and Ultrasound, exotics, mass, energy, Tac Net and database feed. Fighting in the Paradox Helix was like being unto a God. Everything she could ever want to know, see, or call upon to help her fight better was hers, at a thought, down the ansible links. Stronger, faster, smarter, these were no mere words, these were the concepts she lived.

Noting an external temperature rise, P-8 turned, her fist and foot in sequence smashing one of the Damned off his feet, even as he tried to incinerate her. Which, she thought a trifle smugly, was a bit rash. The PHB was rated up to blast furnace temperatures, a little fire was nothing. Efficiently, with an economy of motion and energy that would have had major martial artists applauding, she put the rest of the Hellions down. An easy test.

The knowledge then entered her brain of a robbery in progress, some eight or nine blocks away. Stepping out of the circle of now unconscious Hellions, she leapt, the PHB automatically kicking in its inertial compensators, a mighty leap to the nearest rooftop. She made her way from rooftop to rooftop, leaping huge gaps with ease, moving faster across the tops than a sprinter could have across the street. The PHB gave her this without flinching, without even pausing to gather itself. She could feel herself grinning, the sheer exhilaration of being able to move so fast, so far, so free, unburdened by limitations. Joy in motion. She had the freedom of choice here, the ability to do as she wanted, to set aside everything else, and simply revel in her abilities. Coming off the final roof, she dropped to the street in front of the group of very surprised robbers, the PHB amplifying her war cry so that it resounded off the surrounding buildings, as she invited them to “come and get some.”

Elsewhere

A room, somewhat like a hospital room, but more personal, more homey. The walls were made up of monitors, showing telemetry, although the various machines here had never had their genesis in any place of medicine. The bed was occupied, a small woman, perhaps 25, with close-cropped brown hair, lying inert. A wheelchair sat by the bed, waiting to be used. Cables ran from plugs in the back of her neck to a bank of computers and ansible coms. Wired into the room and its systems, Jennifer Morgan, paraplegic, cybernetics system designer, was in no sense here. Her perceptions were of the PHB, fed back to her brain in this room by ansible links, instantaneous quantum response. Paradox Eight was Jenny Morgans own brand of freedom. Freedom from herself.

Obligatory legal stuff:

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As a roleplayer, I have to say I find myself keeping Bios short, to the point, and often deliberately vague, which sounds odd until you consider that what's going in there is the public info that people would have heard. There's no reason that anyone IC would know the full backstory until they were told it IC, so I don't waste time typing it there. I mean, consider how long it sometimes takes to explain to people that no, your name is NOT floating above your head IC, trying to explain that no, all that backstory isn't actually available to anyone who isn't actually intimate with the character is an exercise in frustration.

We few, we happy few...

Do want|

and also got my points. No sign of my reward token yet (celestial, here I come) but that shouldnt be long.

Yep. Billing Date 10th. No points, no tokens (and yes, my token date and bill date are the same)