HAKKER

In other words:

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if (timer.seconds % 6 == 0 &amp;&amp; invasion_phase == 2) Rikti_Invasion_Phase2()

void Rikti_Invasion_Phase2()
{
int currentInvaders = countInvaders();
int currentPlayers = countPlayers();
double currentInvasionThreat = 0;
int currentPlayerThreat = 0;
player goodTargets[5];

if (currentInvaders &lt; 100 &amp;&amp; currentInvaders &lt; 3*currentPlayers)
{
int goodTarget = 0;
for (int counter = 0; counter &lt; currentPlayers; counter++)
{
player = pick_random_player();
if (player.movementspeed &lt; sprint &amp;&amp; player.currenthealth &gt; .2*player.totalhealth &amp;&amp;
player.cover == false &amp;&amp; player.distancetoground &lt; 100 &amp;&amp; player.distancetohospital &gt; 300)
{goodTarget++; goodTargets[goodTarget] = player;}
if (goodTarget &gt;= 5) counter = currentPlayers+1;
}
for (int counter = 0; counter &lt;= goodTarget; counter++)
{
currentInvasionThreat = .33*countInvaderMinions() + .75*countInvaderLT() +
1.5*countInvaderBoss() + 3*countInvaderHeavies();
currentPlayerThreat = countPlayers(30, goodTargets[counter]);

if (currentInvasionThreat &lt; currentPlayerThreat)
{
if (currentPlayerThreat &gt; 6*currentInvasionThreat &amp;&amp; InvadersPresent)
{
if (countInvaderHeavies() == 1) spawnRiktiHeavy(1) else spawnRiktiHeavy(2);
} else if (currentPlayerThreat &gt; 4*currentInvasionThreat)
{
double difference = currentPlayerThreat - currentInvasionThreat;
spawnRikti(difference / 2, 4);
} else
{
double difference = currentPlayerThreat - currentInvasionThreat;
spawnRikti(difference, 8);
}
}
}
}
}

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Edit: I can write the above. Do I understand forum tags? Noooooooo. And the lack of tab still blows. Thanks for the tip about the code tags!

Hoping to do a push to 50 [my first!] heroside -- at 38 now. Not sure how well that'll go though, depends on the quality of PuGs on Victory. If that fails I've a stalker sitting at 42 and can push to 50 there. If all else fails I can rocket my tank to 20 from 10 and get a decent WP/DB build going.

Of course, I should be studying for my midterm on Monday. And working Saturday.

Edit: The hell? When did I get a nifty title? There are other people far more deserving.

Nothing. It's just a lot of blue.

Nothin' wrong with change, either.

It is a good costume yes. The problem? It's blue and white. Again.

A good 75% of his costumes [across all characters] are blue in some manner. Our dishes are blue. The shower curtain and bathroom rugs are blue. [The "accent wall" is a nice shade of dark red, but it was that or an ugly brown color.] Hell, even a nice chunk of his real clothes are blueish.

Anything but blue.

Yes, you can get all the tags from hitting 'Quote' on Cuppa's first post. Then all that needs to happen is editing that with all the new stuff. Or something. I can code like anything, but hell if I know how to do the simplest things on a forum.

I also second the Wiki idea. We already have a player-admin'd Paragon Wiki, maybe talking to them and combining forces to add the guides? It would save re-inventing the wheel of wiki.

Not too impressive, in low levels.

Ran two last night, with my level 10 fire/fire blaster and another level 10. I believe he was a scrapper -- I team with him a lot, on various chars. We both had the King's Row SG up, and we're both on Heroic (? -- the lowest).

Get in, and try to clear the path to the bank. Not halfway there, we get the 'being robbed' message, and we try to book it over there. Clocks with absurd range and sleep holds do not help with that. We get there as the Skulls are coming out, and the main villain cons red to us. Red is usually not a big deal, but with a large spawn with it (7-9 minions?), it was problems. Cue some of the spawn racing to the exit, us running back from the hospital, and mission failure.

We try agian, this time ignoring the Clocks in the roads and racing to the bank. Rinse and repeat of the first, with the added bonus of Clocks on the already too-large bank spawn. We did get the main guy down, but it was the minions racing for the exit that did it.

Nice touch of the hospital inside the mission, instead of a jail. The time crunch seems too short -- each run lasted maybe five minutes before we got booted out. I'll agree that these seem -much- harder than mayhems. A red, with that spawn, that level, and that setting? Orange, maybe.

I know as a blaster I should learn to love teh debt, but this was just bad. And at low levels, there is only so much damage I can dish out. It didn't help we were trading deaths, so neither one of us had much backup -- he was down by the time I got back, and vice versa. We were (mostly) okay until whoever had the agrro went down.

Overall -- not that it needs to be easier, but it does need to be reasonable. Reduce the spawn a little, make them stay and fight instead of bolting (within reason -- not while we're in the hospital or anything), and street mobs further apart might help.

Geez, I was having a good day. You're aware that the TR people are clearly not as entertaining as the regulars here, right? Cuz ... uhhh ... TR just isn't as special as said regulars. Therefore, you'll leave in a month and come back to City. Uhh, yah, sure, that's it. &lt;/ idiot logic &gt;

In all seriousness, good luck.

And second the Pocket D thing a few posts above. That would be cool.

Oh, dear lord. Just the thread.

This was born from two very long flights and a week away dealing with family. That and I can't help but come up with a background as I play. There's more, and there will be even more if I ever finish Rose's story. If anyone is actually interested, I'll post the rest.

September 2000
“Is the patient doing well?”
“Yes. She is expected to fully recover.”
“And the spells the mages worked?”
“They worked perfectly. Her cancer is gone, and her heart repaired itself. The powers have also taken hold exceptionally.”
“Good, good. Yes, she was a pseudo-witch of sorts before her illness. One of the Wiccan types.”
“Wiccan, sir?”
“Yes. One of the religious nuts that thought they had some real power. They, of course, did not. Once the patient was told of her terminal illness, she abandoned the religion, apparently. But since she had the predisposition, the spells would have a greater effect on her body.”
“I see sir. Anything else?”
“No. Let me know the moment she awakes. We have big plans for her.”
“Absolutely, sir. We have a 24 hour watch on this patient. We won’t let her out of the facility, or our sight.”
“Excellent.”

The two men exited the room. One was an officer for a local organization. The other was a doctor, from the same payroll. The room they left was sparse. White walls, white ceilings, white tile floor. A single halogen lamp hung from the ceiling to light the room. A small table was the lone attempt to make the room inviting. It was mahogany with a small vase and some red roses. The patient, known only as 139, was virtually comatose on the bed. Various medical machines were hooked up to her, monitoring vital signs. She wasn’t supposed to regain consciousness until her illness had been completely cured so her training could begin immediately.

Nurses came and went through the room. Some checked the readouts on the machines. Others paid more attention to the young women in the bed. Day nurses left and the sparse night crew came in to monitor night activity. Just as this change occurred, the patient 139 opened her eyes.

Wh-what? Wh-where am I? Wait, what happened to me? She looked down along her body to see the array of sensors and needles throughout her body. WHAT? Why am I here? What happened? She stirred, enough to make a noise to attract a nurse’s attention. One came in immediately to check on the patient. The patient stirred again.

“Sweetie? You awake?”
“W-w-w-where am I?” the patient managed to croak.
“You’re in a hospital. You were very sick but our doctors managed to cure you.” The nurse grabbed the chart. Highlighted on the top was the notification information for the officer. Below that were the doctor’s orders to check for memory and to not reveal detailed information about the condition. “Sweetheart, do you know your name?”
The patient looked confused. “My name? I don’t have one ..... or do I? I don’t know.”

The nurse scribbled on the chart. “That’s okay, sweetie. We’ll think of something later. What about the year? Or the country?”
The patient furrowed her brow again. “I’m not sure. What happened to me?”

“You were very sick, sweetie. It’s the year 2000. You began to get sick six months ago. You’re in a small island chain known as the Rouge Isles. We have the best medical care in the world, so you agreed to travel here for treatment.” The nurse scribbled more information on the chart.

“I was? I did? I don’t remember anything. What’s my name?”
“You were, sweetie, and you did.” More scribbles. “When you first registered here, you were assigned a case number of 139. We …. lost all information except the charts while you were asleep due to a small incident a few weeks ago.”

“You did?! But what about my name? I need a name!”
“Unfortunately so. We can think of a new one, sweetie. Does anything spring to mind?”
A new name. Well, if I don’t remember anything, I might as well. “Ummm. Not really.” She glanced around the room. Well, I need a name. “Those flowers. Roses, right?”
“Yes, they are. Do you like the name Rose?” More scribbles.
Rose, huh. I guess. It sounds pretty. Why not? “I think so. Yes, call me Rose.”

“Alright, Rose. Let’s see about getting you unhooked from these machines. You feel fine, right? You seem to remember language and objects.”
“Yes, I recognize tables, chairs, and flowers. Just anything involved me I can’t remember.”
“All right then.” More scribbles. “Well, the machines were just so we could monitor you. Let’s unhook them so you can move around a bit more since you are awake.” The nurse bustled around unhooking wires and needles. “There, that’s better, isn’t it? Let me know if you need anything.”
“Actually, the bathroom and a shower would be wonderful if that was okay.”
“Sure, sweetie. Let me get you some clean clothes to put on.” The nurse disappeared a moment and return with some jeans, a plain white shirt, and underwear. “Here you go. The bathroom is just in there. Let me know when you’re done, okay?”

“Sure.” Rose had no such plans. Sick, was she? She didn’t feel sick. She didn’t remember being sick. Let’s see about busting out of here. She stumbled a bit rising from the bed but had no troubles after. She did, however, shower and change.

Rose stood just shy of six feet, with most of it in her legs. Her hair reached all the way down her back and way a jet black. Her skin was pale and unblemished. Pale green eyes darted around her body and the shower stall. She noticed an ample chest and a relatively small waist. Well, those might come in handy finding a meal or two. Finishing, she dressed. Oddly, the clothes seemed like a second skin. Didn’t they say this was a hospital? Don’t hospitals usually give you clothes that itch and are too big? Oh well. All to my advantage, I guess.

Rose peaked out of the room. Nurses, including the one that kept calling her sweetie, patrolled the corridors. Damn. If only I was hidden, this would be a whole bunch easier. She peaked out again, then gasped. A light lifting sensation had come over her. Looking down, she realized her body was invisible. WHAT THE HELL HAVE THEY DONE TO ME? Rose considered. Still, handy though. I think I like it.

She opened the door. None of the nurses noticed. Hey, cool. She walked right by the nurses station. The nurse who called her sweetie was on the phone. Rose walked in front and waved her hand. Nope. Not a thing. Yeah, I think I like this. She picked up a notepad and pen. Goodbye, sweetie. Forget to call, okay? Your pal Rose. A bit stupid, she knew. But it felt so good. She looked around for a place to put the note. If only I could put it on the ceiling. Next thing she knew, she was floating upward towards the ceiling.
Wh-WHAT? What DID they do to me? Still handy though. Wonder what else I’ll turn up with. Rose stuck the note to the ceiling. No one would find that for a few hours. Not stopping to listen to what the nurse was saying on the phone, Rose walked out of the ward and followed the corridors to the main door.
Rouge Isles, huh? Let’s see what I can do.

The nurse had a long list of administrative duties to accomplish. Most of her shift was filled with mundane hospital chores. When she finally reached Rose’s file, the nurse called the officer.
“Yes, sir. She’s awake and moving. Doesn’t remember a thing about herself, or where and when she is. Knows what things are though.”
“That’s an expected side affect. Where is the patient now?”
“She insisted on a name, sir. Choose the name Rose.”
“Interesting. Where is the patient now?”
“Should be in her ro----. Well, this is interesting. A note just fluttered down to my desk here. Didn’t see a thing. Says goodbye though, sir.”
“The patient escaped? Walked right past you? When did this happen?”
“Yes, sir, she escaped. I don’t know when – no one noticed her leave.”
“Get me the tapes from her room. I’d like to review them.”
“Right away sir. Consider it done.”
“Excellent.” The officer hung up. The patient had discovered a basic power that she now possessed. Good. The patient escaped. Bad. Some time on the streets might be good for her. Gives us a chance to be the benefactors, instead of the prison guards. Yes, I’ll let her come to me.