Hatesman_EU

Then the Hatesman_EU walked in exclaimed "Ur DoIn It R0Ng", promptly sneezed and the world blew up in an chronomatic quantum atomic particle implosion-explosion that tore reality into pieces and stuck it back together again in such a way that every atom in existance then simultaneously exploded in a nuclear firestorm, rippling back through time so that the big bang was snuffed out and existence never existed.

This included Pocket D.

Entry is officially closed.

Hi everyone. I'm trying to drum up some interest in running a task force today. Figured I'd have a go in General Discussion. I was going to run this basically when we have enough people. However, do leave your interests, as if we can't start during the day, I'm going to give it another crack later this evening to see if we can run it tonight.

This is for the Union (EU) server. Any character that is level 35+, we just need 6 players at this point. You all probably know the score with this TF already. I really want to run it for the costume pieces and badge. http://wiki.cohtitan.com/wiki/Imperious_Task_Force

Send a Tell or an Email to my character "Hatesman" if you're down.

OR

You can post your interest on the main thread here:
http://boards.cityofheroes.com/showt...04#post2696404

Cheers guys.

Anybody free to play the Imperious Task Force today? http://wiki.cohtitan.com/wiki/Imperious_Task_Force

Post your username and any characters you want to run it with here if you want in.

Cheers!

Let's see here... Issue 15 = Wet Fart, people complained about how the devs weren't doing anything...

New Expansion Pack released, could it possibly be in a Million Years, that they're pooling all their resources into this new project?

Architect was an Issue.

Going Rogue is an Expansion Pack.

It's an Expansion Pack so YES, of course it's going to be available in a box.

Talk about jumping the gun though. It's a LITTLE early.

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It didn't go down too well and if I recall, it was mainly due to Pistol's arrogance. Go me!

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lulz, this always happens with these BIG villain alliances. Characters decide they don't like each other and explode all over the place.

In my opinion you need to avoid 2 things if you want to succeed with this.

1. Avoid Arrogant Villains being overly bitchy and dominating and megalomaniacle about the actual alliance. A power-struggle (even in character) is more likely to tear a group apart when it involves good RPers, because one side will win, and the other side will get owned. So, be nice to each other. You may be villains, but you've still got a common goal that's more important than petty squabbles.

2. Don't RP too hardcore. The reason the Secret Society of Super-Villains from Justice League Unlimited worked so well is because the WRITERS wanted it to. Even when someone tried to oppose the groups leadership, taking a pot-shot at Lex Luthor, life went on as it did before after this oh so dramatic event. IRL or in an MMO, those Villains would've torn each other a new bung-hole and thrown in the towel when they realised they didn't share the same plan, ideology or style (eg. to kill or not to kill).

Have fun. And Pious try not to bail on the group you form, in the first month, like you did with the LoRDs. <3

I wouldn't bet on anyone here to come up with a hero for you to use, it's hard enough being creative for our own characters, that good ideas and concepts are like rare treasures to be hoarded.

I suggest you play an Amnesiac or a character who doesn't like to talk about their past. Play it cool, don't write everything out in stone. Choose the powers you like best from the type of play you like best, and get an idea of their origin story, but again, there's no need to cement it in.

Then you can wing it. I've found that my favourite characters really grew up from minor things like costume ideas and names, with little thought to their story. Using your imagination to bull-s**t your way along as you interact with others. I find it's a great way to develop an interesting character because, if you're anything like the rest of us Drama-Kings/Emeperors/Queens/Cats, you're going to be trying to be interesting. Drawing out your best ideas and what you like best. What feels natural to RP for you.

Don't be afraid to just go for it either. In Pocket D, 95% of the people have gone there to actively RP, and they wait patiently for anyone to take interest in their characters. If you play an outgoing, cocky or just friendly character (someone without over-powering social restrictions), you can harvest juicy creative interactions by getting stuck in with others, which might in turn help you build your character into an pretty cool guy who doesn't afraid of anything.

It's better to cut your minor losses now, and re-roll your level 6, because trust me, you WILL have to cut them and move server if you want to RP. You can make level 6 in a day easily if you get onto a good team.

Better do it now than kick yourself down the line like I had to with my level 30 not being able to have any fun.

When you get onto Union, go head into Pocket D night club in the evenings, or find yourself a Super-Group to join.

Farmers? In My MMO?
It's more likely than you think.

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If there isn't more to i15 then I will delete the Blaster that I am currently working on. It is level 45 and the highest I have ever got with that AT. That's how much faith I have in the Devs.

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Can you film it and put it on YouTube so we can all watch you shoot yourself in the foot?

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Edit: Meh decided to go with Nrg/Elec anyway...just can't wait to get started!

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So moving.

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"They can't have my stuff! You never know... I might just be back some day."

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Then can I look after your stuff until you get back? Not like you'll be needing it.

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Would the last one out please turn off the lights.

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Nah, that's cool, I think we'll be needing them.

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deunsubscribe

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Is that even a word?

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(( Glad I'm not playing currently. ))

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((Yeah, so is everyone else. lol))

...bites the dust, dun dun dun, another one bites the dust.
And another one's gone! and another one's gone!
Another one bites the dust!
Hey, this issues gonna get you too!
Another one bites the dust!

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I can see this being a devastating blow to the RP society. Will you be taking ShadowGhost with you?

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lol

Most of the replies to this thread completely justify the initial faux pas. It's no ****ing wonder someone's gotten to the end of their tether in this place, what with the frequency Fatman, Ravenswing and ShadowGhost manage to shoot down ideas and plots with their charming levels of increasingly grating and unwelcome commentary.

Clearly the extra conjective claus the Original Poster felt necessary to add didn't quite deter any of you, so allow me to make it blunter and easier to understand.

Hatesman Style;

No one cares how or why you're NOT going to be doing the latest thing you've decided to relieve yourself all over. You're clogging up the first page of the thread, and deterring interest in a plot that barely even exists yet. (Which is like revieweing a movie based on the press release.)

If someone wants your opinion THEY'LL ASK FOR IT. Usually by putting a Question Mark anywhere in their initial post. Otherwise, keep the holier-than-thou-opinionated-pettiness-that-no-one-cares-about to a minimum and people won't be metaphorically telling you to shove your cop out rhetoric excuses up your backside before you get a chance to post them next time.

Bite Me.

A humble looking man in a ragged and torn trenchcoat, floats into the limelight. His brilliant white hair floats in the blaring spot lamp whose light travels through him, exposing his unearthly nature as a ghost. He approaches the Microphone and clears his throat.

"This one is called 'My Way'." the opening chords of Frank Sinatra's my way begin to play.

GhostSpy opens his mouth and begins to sing, "And now, the end is here" he starts

"And so I face my final curtain.
My friends, I'll say it clear." at this point he literally clears his throat as the first time didn't help.
"I'll state my case, of which I'm certaaaaain.
I've made a life that's full of holes,
I traveled each and every Skyway.
BUT MORE, much MORE than this,
I did it mmmmyyyyyyyy waaaaaaaaaaaay"

The music picks up and GhostSpy floats off to one side. A man in a Red and Black spandex suit, adorned with chains and a white skull emblem, bald as the day he was born, pushes through the curtains and stalks toward the microphone, eyeing the crowd with a vicious stare all the while. He grabs the Microphone like a rockstar and begins bellowing the words like an operatic movement rally.

"Now, regrets. I've certainly had a few." he states, with a short tone.
"But then again..." he smiles. "Too few to really mention."
Because I did what I had to do. I saw it through without redemption.
I planned each and every fray. Each careful plot... aloooong the hiiiiiiigh-way..." The music cuts and then picks up again.
"But now, my time is up," he says despondently "...but I did it my way."

The Hatesman looks broken and choked up. Then snatches the Microphone stand away from the device itself, throwing the pole into the crowd. Where it lands in the audience, a man in a black suit stands and catches it effortlessly. He then spins it like a baton over his head and begins to sing with a flawless mimicry of Frank Sinatra.

"Yes, of coooouuurse... Theeeeeere were tiiiiiimes... I bit off moooore, than I could chew! But, through it aaaall, when there was doooubt..."

He then places a foot on the chair in front of him and launches through the air toward the stage like the stone in a catapult. In a flash of light, the microphone stand is transformed into a Katana, and he is covered head to toe in a Black, Gold and Crimson high-tech armour suit.

'Ladies and Gentlemen, Psyborg Zero!' announces GhostSpy, as he and Hatesman show a hand for the forgotten character who started it all.

"I drank it uuuup and spat it OUT!" the others join him. "I faced it ALL! Stood before the fall! I fought my fight, of which I'm ceeeeeertaaaaaaain.
But moooooore, oh so much moooooore! *Boom* I did it mmmmyyyyyy waaaaaaay."

The stage opens and an 8ft tall Lost Anchorite wearing a sharp fitting Tuxedo turns and pushes to the front. 'Ladies and Gentlemen, Markos the Found!'

"I've loved. I've laughed and criiiied." sings Markos with a beautiful operatic tone, similar to that of the great Pavarotti.
"I've had my fiiiiill, my shaaaaare of looooo-sing. And noooow, as teeeearrrrs subsiiiiiiide. I find it aaaall just SO amuuuuusiiiing!
To THINK!
I did all THAT!
And may I say, not in a shyyyyyy waaaaaaaaay.
'Oh, no! Oh, no, not me.
I did it mmmmyyyyy waaaaaaaaay."

Finally Vincent Zampelli the Tattoo'd Hitman, the badly burnt cosmonaut, Captain Solaric and Psyborg Omega brother of Zero, stroll in either side of the group and create an arm over shoulder huddle out of the assembled Heroes and Villains as they all crowd around the Microphone that Hatesman refuses to relinquish control of in the centre.

"For what is a maaaaaaan, what has he goooooot?" They pause.
"If not himself, then he has [u]naaaaaught[u]." They pause again as the music builds ever more powerful.
"To say the things he truly feels and not the words! Of one who kneeeeee-als!
The records shoooooow; I took the bloooows!" The music dies down.

They begin gently as if candidly, "But now, before I decay... I'll let you know that." All the men breathe in heavily and then open their lungs with all they've got, the music crashes in to join them as each one throws out their arms in celebration.

"I DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIID IIIIIIIIIT MMMMMMMMMMMMYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY."

"Thank you, everyone! You've been terrific, but it's time for us to leave for now!" announces Markos the Found as the assembled characters around him shake hands and exchange big over the shoulder hugs on a job well done.

The Instrumental, kicks in and slowly, GhostSpy, Hatesman, Markos the Found, Psyborg Zero, Vincent Zampelli, Captain Solaric and Psyborg Omega take a bow together. As the lights fade Psyborg Zero, remoulds his Katana into the Microphone stand, and Hatesman replaces the device to its position, the music stops, and the curtain falls before them.

Before anyone can leave, a shadowy figure melts from the darkness.

"Yes, it was my way." he whipsers the final words to the song. The Black Golem then throws a glance towards the source of spotlight on him, with a look of malicious intent. Exploding into a cloud of black sand the mass zips off into the rafters, taking the Microphone stand with it. With a crack, a scream and the sound of smashing glass, the spotlight goes out, and a stage hand falls from the gantry into the crowd below.

END


[u]Special Thanks in Alphabetical Order[u]
<ul type="square"> [*] Billy Horrorshow[*] Cactus Brawler[*] Commander Beet[*] Crimson Archer[*] Crius[*] Dante[*] Dark Golem[*] Elizabeth Bathory[*] Elky[*] Erthule[*] The Flea[*] Flysh[*] Gauisus Somnium[*] Force Commander[*] Loup Garou[*] The Militia[*] Neutrality[*] Pious[*] Portent[*] Riled[*] Redsight[*] Shaman Hedetet[*] Tygerboy[/list]And All Those Forgotten In Haste!

((HALT MINORS.
There are ADULT THEMES in this thread.
Now carry on like you were going to anyway... 18?
Yeah right.))


Like Father Like Son of the Hatesman

“Father.”

Oswald span in place and eyed up the young man before him. Tensing his muscles he scanned his location.

“You must be an illusionist. This isn't where I was standing a moment ago, and I don't have a Son. Who the hell do you think you are messing with me, BOY?”

“I'm...”

“A dead man if you don't take me back right now.” said Hatesman furiously. In the blink of an eye and a flash of lightning, he was in the young man's face. He grabbed his throat and lurched forward with the sound of cracking bones.

“HUAAAAGHH!?” Oswald looked down in pain as he felt his arm crushed in the boys grip. The bones in his own hand had been the source of the noise too. The young man released his grip and shoved Hatesman backward. Oswald staggered back like an injured animal, but found his footing before dropping to one knee and assessing the damage he'd done to his own hand trying to force the Boy's neck. It was as if a normal man had tried with all his strength to move a fifty tonne weight. Hatesmans fingers were throbbing with pain that only helped fuel his rage.

“You... Cretin!!” Hatesman bit viciously, as cracks of electricity sparked across his body with each word.

“Still don't believe me or do I have to persuade you some more, Old Man?”

Hatesman rose to his feet and snatched an ampule from his belt, flipping the cap off with his thumb before digging it into his wrist. A surge of Super-Adrenaline coursed through his veins, inflating them like blue hose pipes held beneath his skin.

“Do your best you little *******. I'm not afraid to die, kill me and more like me will come to stand in my place.”

The Young Man smirked and lowered his gaze. “Just like Mother said you'd say.”

“What else did the wench tell you? I'll take her life when I'm done with you.”

“She said you'd say something like that. Threatening my mother if I mentioned her. She also told me your weaknesses, and that exploiting them was the only way to make you understand. All I can say Dad is that you're in for some serious PAIN. C'mere you old coot.” he mocked with a beckoning motion.

“F*** YOU.” barked Hatesman as he flew at his opponent, planting a clean hit on his jaw.

“Ugnhhh!” the Young Man flew from his feet in a perfectly horizontal trajectory into the grey fog of the surrounding storm.

Hatesman dropped to his knees again and clenched his fist. “Aaaaggggghhhhhhh!!!” a wave of water crashed up against the side of the Leviathan. “How the hell did he do this!?”

Oswald drew himself to his feet and limped toward the communications tower, holding his throbbing hand as he went. He stumbled forward a little as the Young Man returned before him, pushing the Sub down in the water as he landed on its grey outer deck.

“Wow, that one actually hurt...” he said, rubbing his red face, and blinking with dizzied eyes that failed to focus properly. “...how'd you...?”

“You make me ANGRY, and I HURT YOU.” replied Hatesman bluntly as he landed a firm blow in the young man's gut, following it up with another punch to the jaw which scattered the water from his soaking wet face and hair.

Before he could feel the consequences of his action, Hatesman grappled the unstable young man with a hand placed behind his neck. Hatesman wasn't about to let him recuperate, he did not show mercy to such powerful Meta-Human.

Jerking forward, Hatesmans forehead impacted his opponents like a pair of golf balls colliding in mid flight. Bone audibly crunched from the force. They both felt the force, blinding them to all but their axillary senses. They fell to their backs screaming with breathless agony that was rarely heard from a fully grown man, let alone two of them at the same time. The pain was vicious and uncontrollable for Oswald, he felt nothing and everything at once. His skull was too tight for his brain, causing a pressurization that punctured deep down into the back of his neck. As he writhed and wriggled in his blinded darkness like an upturned beetle, he clawed at the deck of the ship. Stopping as he heard the footsteps of his opponent making a hesitant, random line for him.

“Kill me... now if you think you can!”

“You idiot... YOU IDIOT...” the Young Man breathed furiously. “What have you done!? I didn't even come here to kill you! You f***ing psychopath! I came here to save you. Now what the f*** have you done to me... Aagghhh!!!”

Hatesman laughed spitefully before being silenced by a swift kick to the kidney. “Uuannnghhh.” he groaned.

“Shut up old man. Shut the hell up...! Oracle? Oracle? Can do you read me? Oracle, if you read me, I've suffered critical damage to my Temporal Cortex...”

“Temporal... Cortex?” Hatesman choked in agony. “You're a time... traveller. You're a time traveller using my technology...”

The Young Man let out a furious growl. “I'm your Son you piece of sh*t. I'm from the future.” As the Hatesman's vision slowly returned to him... he found himself staring back at a young man who seemed almost familiar.

“I... I don't believe...” started Oswald, unable to finish his sentence. He was a scientist, he understood that he didn't need to believe in such things for them to happen.

“My name is Gregory. You named me after your own father. Look... I have to tell you something before Oracle tracks me and transports me back to the future.”

Hatesman snapped “Tell me then!!” he yelled before falling back into his pain.

“Unh... Look.” he said, grabbing Hatesman by the neck and lifting him upwards. “You're going to be killed in a few weeks. I can't tell you by who, because frankly, a lot of people want you dead. But as far as I know, it's orchestrated by someone from my time. He wants to wipe me out through you, see? If you don't kill him when you meet him, he'll either kill you or go after your parents to wipe you out. Again and again, he will head down our family tree, recruiting new people to do his dirty work, until he destroys an important link that removes me from the future. I've been unable to stop him on my own, but I'm going to return to the future, collect my troops and meet you at your complex in the Jungle in a few weeks time.

That's when and where you're killed.

“But we can't let that happen! Can we Old Man? Am I getting through your thick skull!? We're going to make a stand, and stop your assassination from ever happening.”

Gregory opened his palm and revealed a small metal device. “Here, take this MP3 player, it contains all the files you need to prepare...”

Hatesman coughed. “An MP3 player?”

“Yeah, there's about a Gig of data, it's all I could find that's compati--”

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Oswald jolted forward. He sat in his bunk in a lonely captains cabin aboard the Leviathan. Sweating profusely, his head was searing with pain. He stumbled out of bed and made his way to a mirror, checking his appearance. He looked like hell, even more-so than his regular disfigured self.

Noticing something in his grip he jumped back with fright. A palm sized MP3 player dropped to the floor, cracking the LCD screen down the middle.

A knock at his cabin door alerted him again, and he darted toward it, throwing it open to reveal a young woman with white hair, dressed in the tight leather TLF Covert Ops suit. “Oh... Captain.” she saluted to her naked commanding officer. “Oracle reports that the LoRD's have boarded the Tempest and are en route as we speak.”

Her eyes wandered across his pale naked body and then met his gaze again as he leaned into her face. “Maia... It's disturbing that you're the one to deliver me this information. Turns out I need your unique talents.”

The young soldier smiled and placed her hand on Hatesmans powerful chest. “Not that.” said Oswald as he took her hand and pushed the MP3 player into it. “Decrypt this at the nearest work station.”

“Oh, my other skills... Gotcha big guy.” she winked. Taking the device she headed down the corridor playfully. Hatesman watched with a scowl as she left, then turned back to his room to locate some clothes.

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[[Too Long;Didn't Read Version:

&gt; Hatesman is visited by his Son from the Future. They have a super awesome fight, and his son, Gregory, tells him that he'll be assassinated soon if he doesn't get his act together. Thus wiping Gregory and Hermann Oswald from the timeline.

Hermann Oswald, Daddy Hatesman awakens in his cabin abboard the TLF Leviathan Nuclear Submarine, finding himself in posession of the Data device his son gave him in his "dream". He is disturbed in his fumbling, to find a TLF Operative named Maia instructing him that the League of Righteous Destroyers are on their way to the sub, it is the night of the meeting. Spooked out, he enlists the help of Maia, a tech specialist to decrypt and analyse the data, all the while planning his game at the next LoRD's meeting. &lt;

Now read the whole thing because I wrote it while sober, and so it's probably at least mildly entertaining.]]

"Yes. A toast to this league of such righteous destroyers. Whom without my life would be so much simpler. To those who would oppress and deny man his freedom. To those who would corrupt and decay all they came to hold for the thrill of it. To those who no doubt want me dead, and will eventually claim my life, I would like to say...

"Leave my ship, the way you came."

Hatesman placed his glass on the table, the signal for 6 TLF opperatives to flank his sides with high tech assault and sniper rifles.

"I did actually consider informing you remotely, but I wanted to gauge reactions. I'm leaving the League, and I'll be taking the delicious resource of blackmail to protect myself.

"If you do try to kill me -- which I know you all want to -- I'll simply have my people alert the national authorities to your pathetic little plans.

"Now, on the surface, there are life boats. You can take those back to the shore. Or perhaps the Countess can fly you one by one. I don't really care. What I do care about is that you leave my ship, take your ill intentions and get out of my face. We're done here, our goals just don't align."

Bullet Man nodded to his comrade Retconn and rose to his feet looking around the room.

"Bullets, Fire and Swords... Where's the cla--" he watched with his mouth a gape as someone fulfilled his wish with some real style, downing an enemy with a combination of powers and moves.

"Oh right."

Colonel Richard Hawk rolled up his sleeves, revealing a pair of gun metal bracelets on either wrist. "Time to bring out the big guns."

Holding his hands palm to palm infront of him, Bullet Man grabbed his wrists and firmly twisted the mechanism on his bracelets. A flash of brilliant yellow light sparked up his arm and cut out at his shoulders. There he now stood with gleaming gold arms, the colour and sheen of a highly polished rifle shell.

"Haven't had to bring the noise in a long time... Better go to Level 3, Level 1 won't cut it!" Grabbing his belt he flicked a pair of switches on either hip, extending two more flashes of light down his legs.

Finally, he held his aviator shades on either side.

"LEVEL THREE!!"

Another blinding flash finished the transformation, melting the glasses onto his face, the liquid metal ran across his skin like Golden Mercury quicker than a speeding bullet. Running into his nose and mouth a thin filtering mesh covered his airwaves, the light passed beneath his shirt and the kevlar vest he was wearing, completing the armour across his chest and back.

"I. Am Buuulleeeet Maaaaaan." he whispered to himself in the style of Black Sabbaths song as he picked up his pace toward the nearest Molten Magma Monster. A subtle bluish-purple aura that burned away from his new skin, illuminated a new techno pattern of markings in the same colours on his new skin.

He lept from the floor and hung in the air, throwing his legs forward and bulls-eyeing his target igneous in a triangle pattern with his hands held in front of him. Dipping his head, he threw his arms back and clenched them into fists.

Then he Vanished.

The next thing anyone knew about it, the target igneous burst into an incredibly fine shower of molten rock and white hot sparks. An ear piercing sonic boom similar to an F16 and a 100mm Battleship Cannon making love followed a vapour trail that cut its path through where the monster had stood fractions of seconds ago.

At it's end, the trail of vapourised air finished with a slim impact crater that had torn through whatever material the walls were made of.

Bullet Man was gone... Where to, wasn't exactly clear...

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I'll give the drawing a go, sounds fun enough, of course a few questions:

1) What sort of deck? like a sea carrier?
2) Towers?
3) Weapons mounts? turrets? rail guns? mircowave disces?
4) Engines are? Jet turnbines or thrusters or Fans?

Oh god, now I could about eight desgins floating in my head, better go and draw them all up!

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I'm guessing the point is you decide what goes on it, and then we vote who wins.