GoodGuy_EU

[u]Part 6[u]

Everything was quiet.
And freezing.

GoodGuy looked at the frost covered FredEx with a questioning look upon his face.
The android gave him thumbs up.

A bright glow started to shine from FredEx’s hands and if there ‘d been an atmosphere present that could carry sound he would’ve hummed.
He made a motion as if he grabbed hold onto the fabric of space-time and tore it apart.
Which is exactly what he did.
Beyond the tear there was only a dark void.
Within a fraction of a second the pair were sucked thru the rift and left only some flakes of crystallized water molecules and some rapidly dispersing atoms of nitrogen and oxygen behind.

With a blinding flash of light and the thump of rapidly expanding air the duo reappeared hundreds of light years away.

It took some time before the dazed GoodGuy realised that the rushing air meant that he was falling.
He looked down but could only see a bright blue sun in an oddly coloured sky.
Above them there was a rapidly closing rocky landscape.
With a huge effort he managed to manoeuvre them to the ground where they landed clumsily.

“Good grief. I didn’t realize that the gravity would be that much higher,” GoodGuy said with a wheeze.

FredEx lay sprawled on the ground and the light from his eyes flickered.
“My… power is… nearly de… pleated. Need time… to recharge.”

GoodGuy kneeled beside the android.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know it would affect you this hard. Is there anything I can do for you?”

FredEx moved his head ever so slightly.
“Do… you… have a… fusion… reactor… in your… pocket?”
GoodGuy shook his head.
“Then there’s… nothing… you… can do. Shutdown sequence initiated.”
The lights of FredEx’s eyes went out.

GoodGuy stood up and looked around.
The landscape was barren, dry and very hot. A gentle breeze stirred the rust coloured dust but other than that it was completely still and quiet.
His keen eyes noticed some strangely angular rocks in the distance and he decided to go there.
He picked up the motionless android, slung him over his shoulders and started to walk.

When he got nearer he saw that the angular shapes wasn’t rocks. It was ruins.
Weather-beaten and dilapidated but still clearly the remnants of some sort of building.
He propped up FredEx against a wall and started to search the fallen masonry for anything noteworthy.
The stones were too crumbled to be interesting though.

But suddenly, as GoodGuy stepped on a fallen stone slab, he froze.
He stomped his foot again and listened.
His keen ears had picked up a faint echo.
It was something beneath the slab. Something hollow.
With a grunt and an effort he managed to flip the massive stone slab aside and revealed a staircase descending into the dark.

It was a huge room.
Shelves lined the walls and were placed in rows all over the room. A desk with a big crystal stood in the middle of the room like some kind of reception.
The air down there was stuffy but cool. Dust had been stirred by GoodGuy’s descent but it was slowly settling.

He walked to a shelf and examined it. It was made of metal and filled with sheets of glass or some kind of crystal. Strange glyphs were written on the sheets. The same glyphs that had been on the probe and the ship that took him to Earth.

His pulse increased. This was some kind of archive. Filled with knowledge and information about this place. If he only knew how to read it! And if he only knew how to transport it back to Earth!

He walked briskly towards the reception desk and the big crystal there.
The crystal was clearly artificial now that you saw it up close.
But he couldn’t understand how to operate it or even what the crystal really was. And it didn’t have any moving parts at all. After only a few minutes he gave a sigh and straightened up.

He went back to the stairs and started to climb them. He looked back at the archive over his shoulder with longing in his eyes. So much knowledge but totally inaccessible.

Back at the surface and the unforgiving heat of the blue sun he walked over to FredEx. The android had woken up but sat unmoving against the wall.

“How are you pal?” GoodGuy asked. “Are your batteries charged?”

“They are charged enough for me to be awake and to use my sensors. But I can’t move in this gravity. It would deplete them again. The gravitational field of this planet is 146,89 times stronger than that of Earth,” FredEx said and looked GoodGuy in the face.

“But as I said… My sensors are working. And they pick up a faint signal.”

“A signal? Where from?”

FredEx raised his head skywards. “Up there,” he said.

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please feel free to offer advice / criticism.

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Alright!

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at the moment i'm spending between 2 - 2 1/2 hours per page, which is why some of the drawing is a little 'wobbly', but i kind of like the looseness, and can't really justify spending much more time on it.

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Then by all means don't! The comic has a great flow and you tell a good story. That's all that matters really.

Some of the greatest comics I've read are "Doom Patrol" and "Sandman". Quite a few of those issues have been "wobbly" drawn but they didn't seem any worse than the ones that were "picture perfect". Quite the opposite sometimes.

Your loose style is very fitting with the story you're telling so stick with it!

[u]Part 5[u]

“Hello FredEx. This is Carl Wilson. I think I might need your help. Are you available?”

“Certainly. Where are you?”

“I’m in Washington DC, just outside NASA’s headquarters.”

“I’ll be there in a flash!”

GoodGuy hung up the phone and had just put it back into his pocket when he heard a muffled bang through the usual traffic noises. When he looked up he saw a blurry figure speeding towards him.
One second later a brown android with red-tinted shades stood before him in a smart salute.

“Greetings sir. What can I do for you?” said FredEx in his soft artificial voice.

GoodGuy smiled at the android and chuckled.
“At ease my friend. It’s good to see you again. How far can you teleport?”

FredEx discontinued his saluting and looked at GoodGuy. If his face had been able to show emotion it would look puzzled.
“How far? When teleporting it’s not a matter of distance, but rather accuracy. One wouldn’t like to materialize into solid objects.”

“I see. Well in that case I’ll rephrase myself. Can you teleport on an interstellar scale?”

FredEx’s jaw failed to drop only because it wasn’t built for such manoeuvres.
“Theoretically, yes. But as I said it’s a matter of accuracy. And I do not want to open up a wormhole between Earth’s atmosphere and deep space. It would be very unfortunate if some innocent passers-by would be sucked through.”

“I see. But it can be done you say?” GoodGuy asked. FredEx nodded.
“In that case… Take a look at these charts,” he handed the star-charts that he’d gotten from Dr Neremanu to FredEx.

The android studied it intensely for a while before looking up.
“If these charts are accurate I can take you there. My programs have recalculated the positions of the stellar objects to their current locations. Am I correct in assuming that it is the large terran planet that you want to visit?” GoodGuy nodded.

“Then all we have to do is to book a seat to the next space-shuttle. I will absolutely not make the jump in the atmosphere as I already told you.” Even though his voice was artificial it did convey the sarcasm with absolute clarity.
“And you better bring your spacesuit. It’s quite difficult to breathe up there I’ve been told. Sir.”

GoodGuy smiled to FredEx.
“Leave that to me,” he said cryptically.
“Stay put. I’ll be back in a minute.”

He went back inside NASA’s headquarter and into the restrooms. There he undressed his suit only to reveal that he was wearing his familiar red and grey polymorphic fibre weave costume underneath.
He then folded the suit neatly and stuffed it into a vent and went outside to the waiting android.
“Ready to take off?” he asked FredEx with a grin.
“We’ll be outside of the atmosphere in just under two minutes.”

FredEx looked at GoodGuy with seemingly indifferent eyes.
“I was built ready.”

GoodGuy grasped FredEx firmly around the waist and took to the sky. He accelerated with a speed that would’ve disabled a normal human.
After a few seconds a keen observer would’ve heard the boom of a breaking sound barrier and seen the trail of ionized air, but none were present.

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I haven't posted anything around the Creative section in a while.

But Methinks I shall starting with GoodGuy!
Onward with the ze paper and ze pencils and ze Meowwww

Catz


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I can't wait! *Feel like a kid the night before Christmas*


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a quickie of GoodGuy, influenced by Supes

GoodGuy

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Brilliant Doc!
If that's a "quickie" I'm awe-struck by what you could do if you took your time.

And influenced by Superman you say? How come?

Hehehe. I don't really get this fascination with cats (Cats are evil, EVIL I say!) but your pictures are very well done.
As Mystie said: "Looking forward to the next one."

Nothing have been posted here for some time now, so I thought I'd make a request.

Can any of our creative geniuses sink their sharp teeth (and pencils) into GoodGuy?

I got two not great picks here.

GoodGuy in the Shadow Shards

GoodGuy is the left dude

Oh man! Now you spoiled GR's surprise!

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He didn't say which Friday, stay calm everyone

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Hahahaha! You really live up to your name, don't you?

"And the winner for the Most surprising act of thread-necromancy goes to..."

*drumroll*

"GHOSTRAPTOR!!"

*applause*

Very nice. Very nice indeed!

Even I would give a monkey's <beep> for the next pages.

[u]Part 4[u]

Dr Neremanu’s jaw dropped. Literary.
“What? But… but…” was all she could say.

GoodGuy smiled.
“Yes doctor. I think I’m an Arcosian.” He stood up and walked over to the big window behind Dr Neremanu’s desk, looking out.

“I’ve had my powers all of my life. They didn’t manifest in my puberty, I don’t use magic, and I wasn’t bitten by some radioactive animal or exposed to cosmic rays. This is who I am and who I’ve always been.” GoodGuy gazed into the sky as if to catch a glance of the distant star despite it being broad daylight.

“I can fly, rip reinforced steel like paper and lift a M1 Abrams battle tank with ease. I can survive a gunshot to the temple at point blank range, the depth of the ocean and even the chilly vacuum of deep space. I think it’s pretty clear that I’m not human.”
GoodGuy returned to his seat.

Dr Neremanu stared at GoodGuy with a quizzical look on her face.
“But if you are an Arcosian you have to be… more than 800 years old?”

“Think again doctor,” GoodGuy said.
“How far away is the star Delta Caeli?”

“Well… 711 light years. Give or take 70. Our red-shift calculations aren’t very accurate.” She looked questioningly at GoodGuy.

“I’m not a physicist, but that means that I had to travel at near light speed, and that time at those speeds kinda slow down. Am I right?”

She nodded slowly.
“How foolish of me. You’re quite right of course. Do you still have the debris you found?” she asked quickly and with a hopeful tone in her voice.

GoodGuy smiled.
“Yes. I’ll gladly trade them for those star-charts.”

Dr Neremanu didn’t even have to think about it.
“Agreed!” she said beamingly and extended her hand towards GoodGuy who gently shook it.



When GoodGuy once again stood on the sidewalk outside of the NASA headquarters he picked up a cell-phone and dialled a number. After only one signal it was answered by a soft but distinctly artificial voice.

“Greetings and salutations! This is FredEx speaking. How can I be of assistance?”

[u]Part 3[u]

Dr Neremanu opened a desk drawer and produced a small bottle. She looked questioningly at GoodGuy, but when he shook his head she just poured a glass for herself. She took a small swig and sighed.

"In January 1989, the Australian air force performed a simple test flight with an AWACS plane. During that flight the plane’s surveillance equipment picked up an unusual signal emanating from a small village and since they couldn’t recognize it, they called in the military to investigate.
They found a small metallic pod, covered in some strange glyphs, that the villagers said had been found by a man named Kurrin Wirake at the feet of Uluru, or Ayer’s Rock as we sometimes call it. They quickly discovered that the pod wasn’t a bomb or anything immediately dangerous so they tried to talk to this Wirake. But sadly he couldn’t be found. He was apparently out to follow a “songline”.
The military then took the pod, much to the anger and grief of the villagers, and brought it to Sydney to do a more thorough investigation.
They couldn’t make heads or tails of it.

The metallic material wasn’t of an alloy hitherto known to man and they couldn’t find any seams in the casing. The pod was clearly hollow with some sort of machinery inside though, they could see as much with radioscopy.
And since they couldn’t decipher the transmissions from it they called NASA for assistance.
This is where I come into the picture.

I worked with the SETI project at the time and had a doctorate in cryptology so it was natural that I got the case.
The code from the pod was a fairly simple one based on basic mathematical formulas and the periodic table of elements. I managed to decipher the message in a couple of hours.

It was a message that spelled doom for this planet.

The pod told a story about a distant planet completely overrun by an unstoppable force.
Some kind of entity, devouring all life of a planet, before proceeding to the next world.
The scientists from that planet sent thousands of pods across the galaxy to warn others about this threat, but for them it was over. They were all going to die.
The name given to this entity was totally unpronounceable so I gave it the name “Shiva”. The Hindu deity “Destroyer of Worlds”.

Encoded in the message were star charts over a section of the galaxy.
The astronomers could calculate the source of the pod quite easily and found out that they originated from the star called Delta Caeli approximately 800 years ago.
There were also plotted the assumed course of Shiva.
If the alien scientist were correct, it would reach the Solar system within a year!

All of NASA went to work to find this monstrosity and unfortunately they did.
It had just passed Alfa Centauri and was heading straight to Earth.
I immediately alerted the UN Security Council.

With the help of secret alien technology owned by the Russian government, the UN gathered a multi-national force of superheroes to confront this imminent danger. I called this band of heroes Operation Vishnu, the “Preservers”, which consisted of Russian, American, Chinese, and French volunteers.

The plan was to annihilate Shiva with a nuclear strike and Operation Vishnu launched in July 1989. A blast was detected and Shiva disappeared from deep space detection system, but the heroes who guided the rocket to its final target were never heard from again.

That same summer, the infamous meteor shower of Bloody Bay began.

We thought that Shiva had been destroyed and the meteors were just parts of its dead body, but now it seems that we were terribly wrong and Shiva is reforming. Tendrils of that strange energy are reaching from the meteors to a central point in Bloody Bay.
That’s why the scientists collect all those samples. We need to find a way to destroy Shiva once and for all, before it’s reformed and start to consume Earth!"

She finished her speech with an almost frantic look on her face and stared GoodGuy right in the eyes.

GoodGuy looked down and was quiet a few seconds before speaking.
"This pod… it was covered in glyphs you said?"

She blinked and was taken aback for a while.
"Eh, yes. Why?"

"Did they look anything like this?" GoodGuy reached forward and drew some symbols on a sketch-block on her desk.
She eyed them suspiciously and her eyes widened.

"Yes! Where have you seen them?" she demanded.

GoodGuy seemed to both rejoice and despair at the same time.
He looked up at her and said,
"Does this planet have a name?"

"We don’t know for certain, but the pod’s message contained the name Arcosia. We don’t know if it’s a person, place or the planet though. Now where have you seen those glyphs?"

"Arcosia," GoodGuy whispered with a dreamy air.

"Where have you seen those glyphs?" Dr Neremanu almost screamed.

GoodGuy looked up and smiled calmly.
"My parents found some debris with those glyphs on the crash-site where they found me."

HAHAHAHAHA!!

*wipes a tear from the corner of his eye*

My dear Architect... That was a very good speech. And I applaude you.
I couldn't agree more with you.

I would LOVE a real... a REAL...MMORPG. But alas! As you said, it wont happen anytime soon.
We are forced to use the meager substitutes this cruel world can offer and make the best of it.

And we all have to remember that this is just a game. Played for fun. And no reason to throw harsh words around and at each other.
If we can't get along on in-game plots then so be it! /ignore and move on!

Who cares if the different plots collide? The Marvel Universe is filled with inconsistencies and loopholes and they can work around it.
And even the Bible can't agree with itself! And it's supposed to be written (or at least inspired) by an omnisentient and supreme divinity!

If people can't accept the way the persons behind LORD play the game then leave that particular plot alone and start your own. They started it and they do with it as they please!
If you want to participate then play by the rules they set up. Easy as that.

Peace!

((This is a revelation of GoodGuy's history and part of the background for the Guardians of the Earth. More will come in a few days.))

[u]Part 1[u]

”Here you are Dr Parker. I used the abandoned Arachnos bunker as you said. Its defences was still up and running though, but they were easily shut down.”
The red clad hero landed softly beside the bespectacled scientist and handed over a glowing vial.

“Aah! Thank you GoodGuy. These samples are getting increasingly complicated to obtain. You didn’t face any difficulties getting them did you?”

“Not really. Although… those... Shivans you called them? They seemed almost familiar. Like something I’ve seen before. They showed up after the meteors struck you say?”

“Yes. The meteors that struck Bloody Bay are leftovers from a really big one that entered the solar system back in 1989. I don’t know much about the details but I’ve heard that they called the meteor Shiva and the operation to destroy it was called Vishnu. I’m not cleared for anything else really.”
The bespectacled scientist fell silent and looked at the glowing sample in his hand.

He seemed to wrestle with his own thoughts for a while before reaching a decision.
He looked around before he spoke in a hushed voice.

“I’m not supposed to say this, but I trust you. The radiation from the meteors has been known to grant powers. That’s why the Arachnos wants them, and Longbow can’t let Recluse get hold of them. We’ve known this for years but can’t let the general public know this.”

He walked away from the helipad and waved to GoodGuy to follow. They walked over to a more secluded corner of the Longbow base.
He continued to speak in the same hushed voice.
“We are many scientists that think that the energy that give birth to the Shivans are part of a much larger entity. Shiva. And that they, or it, are trying to reform. The Shivans grow in numbers every year, and nothing we do seem to stop it. Longbow seems to ignore our facts and is happy to experiment with the samples we obtain and to fight with the Arachnos. It almost seems like they’re only here for the increased funding it brings.” Dr Parker looked anxiously around.

“As I said… I’m not supposed to tell anyone about this, but I must before it’s too late and Shiva is reformed again. There’s a scientist at NASA. She’s the one that discovered Shiva. Her name is Dr Seetha Neremanu and she’s a cryptologist. Don’t ask me how she discovered it, because I don’t know. All I know is that she’s now a very high-ranking scientist there. She might know more about Shiva. See if you can find out what she knows and if there’s a way to stop it.”
He walked away with long strides and left GoodGuy by himself in the cold winds of Bloody Bay.


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“I’m sorry mister Wilson, but Dr Neremanu doesn’t receive any visitors today. She’s very busy.”
The clerk looked at the big man in the dark grey suit with a contemptuous sneer.

“I see. But this is very important and I’d hate to have to insist.” The big man produced a wallet and drew a card from it that he handed to the clerk.
The clerk eyed it suspiciously before turning noticeably pale.

“A... an…Omega clearance Hero License? I’m sorry sir. I didn’t know. I’ll tell her immediately.” The clerk hurried away leaving his desk unattended.

The big man in the suit stood patiently and looked out the window. He hadn’t been in Washington DC for a very long time. It hadn’t changed much though. The roads were murder for the out-of-town drivers. Not that he’d driven here though.

The clerk returned and gave a slight bow.
“She will receive you now Mr Wilson… GoodGuy… sir.”

GoodGuy gave him a smile and said, “Thank you,” before entering Dr Neremanu’s office.


The office was tastefully decorated in American Empire style with the addition of some antique astronomical instruments.

Behind a big mahogany desk, Dr Seetha Neremanu was seated. She didn’t get up as GoodGuy entered, but showed him a seat in front of the desk.
“Welcome Mr Wilson and please take a seat. I’m sorry I don’t get up to greet you, but my legs aren’t what they used to be.”
Her ageing face looked sincere and friendly.
“How can I help you?”

GoodGuy wasn’t sure how he could ask what he wondered without compromising the poor Dr Parker.
“What do you know of Shiva?” he asked bluntly.

“Shiva? He’s the Hindu god of creation and destruction. This is common knowledge. Why do you ask me this?” She tried to look indifferent, but GoodGuy could see that she was taken by the question.

“No doctor. Not the god. I mean Shiva the meteor.” GoodGuy looked her unflinchingly right in the eyes.

“How do you know about this? Whom have you been speaking with?” she demanded.

“It doesn’t matter. I need to know more about this Shiva and of Operation Vishnu. I think it’s important. Both to the world and to me personally,” GoodGuy said with a calm and deep voice.

“Operation Vishnu you say? I don’t know anything,” she said. GoodGuy noticed her obvious lie with ease.

“Please doctor, no lies. I’m a member of Vanguard and have Omega clearance. I’ve been in many different dimensions and I’ve seen many wondrous and frightening things. There’s not a single secret behind these walls that I’m not fit to know about.”

Dr Neremanu sighed and looked at GoodGuy with a sad look on her face.
“Alright. I’ll tell you what I know of the entity we call Shiva.”

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Oh and GoodGuy, I think you might've missed my above post.

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Yup. You posted it while I was typing my reply.

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I see the LoRDs as being potentially a huge and rich source of perhaps several community-wide plots. In other words, even whie a closed and unknown group, they are an obvious plot device.

Better yet, they might offer, potentially, the opportunity for a batmanesque super-detective to brilliantly detect the unseen hands behind several apparently unconnected plots and incidents.

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But a thing like LoRD is best left amongst a close group. Otherwise it will be utter chaos on the forum. And the LoRD:s aren't chaotic.

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Hatesman and XV can both be a little chaotic at times, I suspect. However, more interesting to the generation of some serious community-wide plots is that while the LoRDs might not be chaotic, they certainly intend to bring chaos to Paragon.

Just as a 'for instance', the LoRDs might see opportunities to weaken and undermine the heroes and the governance of Paragon in many ways. From something as simple as supplying new and more powerful resources and weapons to existing villain groups, upto unleashing viral strains to create panic and misery, or planting bombs to destroy landmarks, and undermine all public faith in the heroes and authorities.

However, if you are looking for the opportunity to face off against the LoRDs then prepare for a long wait and a longer journey. They are far from idiots, and while a few may have an insanity that makes certain things predictable, they are each quite capable of working on a grand scale, undetected and unseen. The power behind layers of unknowing minions doing their will.

If the LoRDs do not remain an ongoing plot for years, then frankly they'll have been misplayed. We should instead be able to grab several community-wide plots of the scale of Britanic's wonderful "Riot in the Row" that only collectively, and with great opportunity to finally showcase the brilliance of some super-genius AIs and super-detectives even revealing the hidden hands of malice steering the events from the shadows.

I think the first level of opening this up will be in the LoRDs deciding which other groups to involve, use and exploit. You won't be finding the likes of Romanov or Liz personally roaming around looking to fight a hero one on one unless something forces their hand and strips them of all their political tools, armies of minions, etc. That's what they have such things for.

However, do bear in mind that I am not the GM for this group, merely one of the lucky players getting to finally explore the hitherto unseen side of one of my darkest and most fascinating to explore characters. So my views and goals and hopes are merely that.

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And this is exactly what I'm hoping for!
To be involved in this plot with a hero wouldn't have to be a face off and flexing of muscles!
The LoRDs are far from stupid and I would be really dissapointed if they weren't hidden behind armies of minions and massive political red-tape.
They are Villains after all and not mere criminals.

What I meant when I wished to be "invited" into this plot, was that I wouldn't start writing stories about it until I got the "go" from those already involved.
And even then I wouldn't want to let my heroes "solve" anything too quickly. Of course they might bust a weapon smuggling operation or some high profile act of terrorism, but wouldn't be able to get solid evidence on the powers behind it all (i.e. the LoRDs) since they are too slippery to be caught in something like that.

Think Lex Luthor and/or Kingpin. They've been up to no good for years without dirt sticking to them. The heroes KNOW that they're behind it all, but can't proove a thing!

A plot like that would be really brilliant.


BTW! I would also like some RP in a PvP zone. That would be a very good way of meeting the adversaries on "neutral" ground, without the need to go to a disco.

Hard to manage maybe and would require moderation from all involved, but the rewards from such an experience would be great.

You are of course right about RP in a MMO is about community.

But a thing like LoRD is best left amongst a close group. Otherwise it will be utter chaos on the forum. And the LoRD:s aren't chaotic.

I would also like to be a part of something like this, since I'd love to play a "true" villain. But this was not my time for it, and I'm content in watching the show.

Hopefully they will "invite" a few heroes to oppose them, but then again, it's completely up to the already involved players.
Just because I want to play with someone doesn't mean that I can barge in upon them and force my own ideas down their throats (No offence meant! I'm just trying to make a point.)

Your initiative with the RP-roundtable is great. I love it and intend to involve the newly created SG Guardians of the Earth into it. But not all scenarios fit the "open" format. And LoRD is such a closed setting.

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Is GoodGuy "Golden Age" enough for you?

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Great costume.

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/e bow "Thank you sir!"

I am very pleased with it.
I didn't like it much before I got the cape though. It looked the same but had shiny leather gloves (darkest grey).
An outfit like this crave for a cape.

Great! Two more recruits.

Don't you worry Archer. THis group will be rather flexible towards attendance.
Since most roleplayers here have lots of other in-game commitments, it would be futile to organize a regular weekday for meetings anyway.

Therefore it will be as with the Hyenas. We meet when people are online and IC.
And hopefully we will have some forum (or maybe MSN or the like) roleplay as well.

Tremble at the awesome power of the thread-necromancer!

When I read about Hatesman's The Nomads I was thrilled about the idea of a SG with different heroes, coming together to protect the Earth from the worst the Universe have to offer. Finally a SG that could be a bit like the JLA (with a space-station and all!) during the Silver Age of comics!

But I think that the theme of the Nomads will be somewhat darker and more... I don't know.

Anyway. I remembered this thread and is now wondering... Is there anyone still interested in this? Because GoodGuy have now started the Guardians of the Earth. A RP SG with a Silver-Age theme.

We (my brother and I) have just started it and is writing up some backstory.

So... Any takers out there?

Recruit: GoodGuy
Reason: Since he learned about his Arcosian legacy and what threats exist outside the boundaries of the Earth and this dimension, he feels that he has to do whatever he can to protect them both.
Profile: Union Wiki info
Powers: An almost total invulnerability, super strength and flight.
Contact: IC- The Militia leader Britanic is a close friend and the Paragon City Museum does employ him on occasion as a guide to "special" places throughout the city.
OOC- send a PM on this forum or a tell/mail to my global @GoodGuy.

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I originally had these guys called "The Offworlders" or "The Outsiders" so I was thinking they could have a Space-Ship for their Super-Group base too, perhaps fighting threats Offworld, away from the Planet Earth, true Nomads of the Galaxy.

I was thinking it would be very much against God-Modding and such play, it wouldn't be a place for people to come in and say "Look at me I'm the Greatest Ever!!!" and more focused on a society of socialite Philosophers from all walks of life, who just so happen to have a trait that makes them an Outsider and a Savior.

What do you think? It's a very sketchy idea at the moment, so I wanted to find out if people had these "Nomads" and wanted to Role-Play them more often.


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I love this idea!
It's something I've toyed with myself for my main, GoodGuy.
His entire concept is a Superman homage (complete with the "crashed on Earth as an infant") and I'd love to have him in a pure RP SG.
So far no group has really had the right "feel" to it. I've even thought about starting a SG of his own, just so that he could have his own "Fortress of Solitude".

These days he roams the Shadow Shards (I can't understand why it's so empty? The place is wonderfull! Oh, right. GoodGuy can fly! ) so the "fighting threats Offworld" is just... Right!

I just want to make my point a bit more clear about character death.

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As long as it's not just a random death caused by a bad dice roll (yes, P&P RP) but rather an essential part of the story, it might be the hight of satisfaction really.

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(I know. I'm quoting myself... )

Imagine the following (fantasy) scene:
Your team is fighting a hoard of enemies and the odds are heavily set against you (think the battle of Helms Deep).
Your own fighter is holding the bridge so that the rest of the party can get away. He's bleeding badly and is exhausted from hours of fighting when suddenly the GM is starting a low musical piece that is steadily growing in intensity. Now you can hear that it's the Flight of the Valkyries (by Wagner). While the other characters are getting away safely, your own dies heroicaly but is taken by the Valkyries to Valhalla to be a part of the Einherjar!

Now that's a character death you can't complain about!

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People are fine to interact with a villain as long as a villain isn't...well...villainous. It seems that there are some people out there who always want their characters to walk out of a situation totally unscathed, unchanged, and without any sort of repercussions. But for me, the unpredictable and the potentially confrontational is part of rp. Rp becomes stale if it's all just sitting around a club. Dare to be challenged, dare to talk a risk, and dare to interact and be challenged by a villain - and potentially even lose a fight.

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That pretty much sums it up for me.
RP is so much more than to just hang around bars to pick up lovers and whine about your problems (or boast about your lack there off).
For me it's all about character developement, good or bad, and to tell an enjoyable story.
And I don't mean enjoyable as in happy-happy-joy-joy-everybody-wins either. One of my own most memorable experiences during my many years as a roleplayer, involved the death of my longtime character. As long as it's not just a random death caused by a bad dice roll (yes, P&P RP) but rather an essential part of the story, it might be the hight of satisfaction really.
I mean what would Jesus be if he fought the Romans in Gethsemane, knocked them all down, dusted himself off and walked away?
Action flick with Steven Seagal as Jesus.

All my characters are eligible for "true" death, meaning deletion (except GoodGuy because you just can't kill Superman ) IF the story requires it and no god-modding is involved.


Now back on track.

My favourite villain is the James Bond type villain as described in a previous post. The one you just don't suspect. It's like the quote (I can't remember who said it though) "The Devils greatest trick was to convince mankind that he didn't exist."
That kind of villain is probably the easiest one to play since s/he is portrayed as a nice and lovable person.

But the superhero genre wouldn't survive without the megalomaniac "Fools! I'll destroy them all! Muahahahaha!" kind of villain.
A MMORPG is sadly enough not very forgiving in playing that kind of character. If we had a place where one could act out those conversations without risk of griefing, it would be great. Bit since Pocket D is inhabited by both tools and passers by that will just jump on the poor sod trying to act it out, not many will risk it. It would just spoil the fun.

Personaly I'd LOVE to play that kind of villain, but it would require creating a character that had to stay level 1.
There's no way in HELL a megalomaniac would run errands for a mercenary like Burk or to be just another minion in Lord Recluse's army!

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GERROFF MOY LAAAAAND!

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So... seen Redneck Zombies lately?

A great quote from a not so great movie.