Hamenopi

Thank Heaven! the crisis-
The danger is past,
And the lingering illness
Is over at last-
And the fever called "Living"
Is conquered at last.

Sadly, I know
I am shorn of my strength,
And no muscle I move
As I lie at full length-
But no matter!-I feel
I am better at length.

And I rest so composedly,
Now, in my bed
That any beholder
Might fancy me dead-
Might start at beholding me,
Thinking me dead.

The moaning and groaning,
The sighing and sobbing,
Are quieted now,
With that horrible throbbing
At heart:- ah, that horrible,
Horrible throbbing!

The sickness- the nausea-
The pitiless pain-
Have ceased, with the fever
That maddened my brain-
With the fever called "Living"
That burned in my brain.

And oh! of all tortures
That torture the worst
Has abated- the terrible
Torture of thirst
For the naphthaline river
Of Passion accurst:-
I have drunk of a water
That quenches all thirst:-

Of a water that flows,
With a lullaby sound,
From a spring but a very few
Feet under ground-
From a cavern not very far
Down under ground.

And ah! let it never
Be foolishly said
That my room it is gloomy
And narrow my bed;
For man never slept
In a different bed-
And, to sleep, you must slumber
In just such a bed.

My tantalized spirit
Here blandly reposes,
Forgetting, or never
Regretting its roses-
Its old agitations
Of myrtles and roses:

For now, while so quietly
Lying, it fancies
A holier odor
About it, of pansies-
A rosemary odor,
Commingled with pansies-
With rue and the beautiful
Puritan pansies.

And so it lies happily,
Bathing in many
A dream of the truth
And the beauty of Annie-
Drowned in a bath
Of the tresses of Annie.

She tenderly kissed me,
She fondly caressed,
And then I fell gently
To sleep on her breast-
Deeply to sleep
From the heaven of her breast.

When the light was extinguished,
She covered me warm,
And she prayed to the angels
To keep me from harm-
To the queen of the angels
To shield me from harm.

And I lie so composedly,
Now, in my bed,
(Knowing her love)
That you fancy me dead-
And I rest so contentedly,
Now, in my bed,
(With her love at my breast)
That you fancy me dead-
That you shudder to look at me,
Thinking me dead.

But my heart it is brighter
Than all of the many
Stars in the sky,
For it sparkles with Annie-
It glows with the light
Of the love of my Annie-
With the thought of the light
Of the eyes of my Annie.

I still think you guys should look for a way to clone freedom, as you do to AP, RWZ, and Powerlevel Island. If I remember correctly, another NCSoft game has something similar (Guildwars) so it may be worth a look. We all know on a peakish peakity peak times with 2xp not everyone will be able to get on the game. However we all still can get on here and vent frustrations.

Aren't you that dude from LAWL Protector?

O big tower of rotating beams of energy. Hast thou forgot? This is the weekend of no sleep.

And 1 instance of AP! o.O

edit: First post before AND after a red name!

Screen Shot or it never happened!

Make Freedom 2, Like you make Peregrine 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,75843

It's that easy.

secret? O wanna know! I upgraded your smoke bomb to tear gas canisters/ Awww c'mon! Geez. I'll frim fram you with my fire/kin. Won't use repel this time to piss off the map and drag everything to the sidekicks. I'll post scandalous pics of Rosie! They are so hawt, they burned up her hard drive. Good thing mine is liquid cooled. The Overclocking kinda nullifies it but it keeps my tea iced and my bacon frying!

looks fine before i loaded it to youtube. of course, if you really wanna read it, fullscreen mode works wonders.

Okay, first Video i made with demorecord. Still very very new to it so it's not perfect. Also looks a lil too dark after the fact, but none the less, here it is!

DDH Cinematic Video

(disclaimer - first post - and it sounds better with the rhythmic tonalities that only one of my own minds can hear. )

Water droplets drip and drop, drip and drop, drip and drop onto the concrete floor of the weathered white-walled warehouse of monotonous moist liquid reverbery. A single cockroach clicks carefully across a corner, crawling with a trepid tenacity of what tourists may lurk in the shadows of the drip drop weathered white-walled warehouse. Smoke unseen bellow in the distance. Yet that is not her worry. With a flick of the head, she glares at the now retreating cockroach, who finally manages to find refuge in a crack of the weathered, white-walled warehouse. With eyes blacker than the darkest sin, she peers around, stopping for only one single twitch before continuing the dank survey. Her long fingers, claws of nail flex within the shadows as the pale moonlight shoves her dark cloudy mistress from her to reveal the pale blueness of her skin. A single Crimson hair drops from her otherwise perfect bun.

"I am a monster.", she tells the many members of her mind as she puts one claw like nail to her lips. The sweet taste of blood now cracked, dried and gone. "I am not a saint."

Her brain erupts with protest, millions of advocates flourish to her opposal, picketing the very mush that pulses within her cranial cavity. They demanded more of that creamy metallic crimson she had fearlessly feasted on before the blazing ball of horror peaked its eyes over the jagged, steel horizon. The Votes are in, she is the only one who opposed of this. The laws of her kind are clear, yet what is her kind? She is of one, yet of many. They speak to her, yet they do not. They know her, yet they also do not. Too freaks of nature, rolled into one slender blue body. One a child of Lilith, the other of Malkav, son of Caine.

She knows nothing, yet realizes everything; sees nothing, yet perceives all. She is a child of Malkav, the biggest curse, the biggest blessing. She is Hamenopi. She hungers.

Supergroup name: Disciples of the Darkhand

Leaders:
@Hamenopi - Hamenopi, Albrecht Atomkerbe
@D. Icer - General Peace
@jup - num 50, Soulgirl

Officers:
Vertigo Night
Raul Sombra
Avery
Hell's Huntress

Preffered Method of Contact:
IGtell, IGemail, SGsite

Description:
Welcome to Disciples of the Darkhand (DDH). Allow me this time to introduce you to several key elements that should be known in regard to this Super Group:

Mission Statement: Disciples of the Darkhand strive to excel at any and every task that lies before us. Founded on the belief that quantity does not make a Super Group great, but quality. Our purpose is to teach, to train and to learn from each of our personal strengths; bettering not only ourselves, but DDH as a whole. We do not look for numbers, for statistics... we look for the ones who desire to be great, the ones who require the best. Together, under the Darkhand that forever shall shade our path, we will succeed!

Recruitment Policy: We are currently an open recruitment SG; meaning that we allow anyone of any level, any archetype, and age (age meaning as long as you can act in a mature manner) into DDH. Things we are not looking for are immature players nor are we looking for those begging for a free pass to level 50.

Activity: This is pretty self-explanatory. We understand that you have a life, a schedule, and a family, but this is NOT and alt storage SG. If you know that you won't be on for over a weeks time; shoot someone an in-game email. It takes one minute. Once you hit double digits in days not logged on, we start to wonder if you are ever coming back. Once again, toss someone an email if you can.

Maturity: Age does not define maturity. I, personally, know 8-year-olds who can put my maturity level to shame. We have fun, we act crazy, but when you wear the Darkhand, you represent the Darkhand. We have unspoken alliances with many SGs in the game; if you want to be an immature idiot, you will find a different group.

I would like to point out a few things here.
First, if you are trying to tell someone they are wrong, please use complete sentences, or else most people will just skip your post and mentally post the 4 lettered N word to your name.
That being said...
Secondly, I would be quite certain that the buffing towers did have a max_range value. What they are? I don't know. Is this what the dev's intended? Perhaps. Will this be fixed? Unlikely.
Lastly, there is no lastly.