Janibas

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Nope, but I don't want him to be HST.

The personality is a mix of war-correspondant and gonzo journalist.

I did manage the cargo vest thogh. Military vest turned light khaki. Looks nice.

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I have to ask. What powers did you give him?

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Not at all. I think when you finally got me to make my HST inspired character in game you won.

Archer T. Jones

((No, that's not the name over his head. I couldn't pull a Raoul Duke if it was. ))

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Too bad the costume generator doesn't have the hat and the cigarette holder.

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"Just admiring the shape of your Kill Skuls"

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Sir, you have bested me.

How long can we maintain the aggro? I wondered. How long before we started jabbering at at this newb? What will he think then? This lonely zone was the last known home of the Vazhilok. Will he make that grim connection when when my exemplar starts screaming about stalkers and huge daemons coming down on the SG? If so--well, we'll just have to kick him and leave him in the middle of Recluse's Victory without perception buffs. Because it goes without saying that we can't turn him loose. he'll report us at once to some kind of skul killing 5th Column mods, and they'll hunt us down like dominators.

Statesman! Did I type that? Or just think it? Was I typing? Did they hear me? I glanced over at my exemplar, but he seemed oblivious--watching the aggro, directing our Great Red SG along at a hundred or ten DPS or so. There was no sound from the back.

Maybe I'd better have a chat with this newb, I thought. Perhaps if I explain things, he'll rest easy.

Of course. Leaned around in the melee and gave him a fine big buff... admiring the shape of his slotting.

"By the way," I said. "There's one thing you should probably understand."

He stared at me, not emoting. Was he AFK?

"Can you hear me?" I broadcast.

He nodded.

"That's good," I said. "Because I want you to understand that we're on our way to Siren's Call to find the PvP dream." I smiled. "That's why we formed this SG. It was the only way to do it. Can you grasp that?"

He nodded again, but his eyes were nervous.

"I want you to have all the backstory.," I said. "Because this is a very ominous mish--with overtones of extreme personal debt... Hell, I forgot all about these enhancments; you want one?"

He shook his head.

"How about some Jay is Sexy?"

"What?"

"Never mind."

"I want you to understand that this man at the wheel is my exemplar! He's not just some dingbat I found on the request channel. %$!#, look at him! He doesn't look like you or me, right? That's because he's a foreigner. I think he's probably Kheldian. But it doesn't matter, does it? Are you a Nictus?"

"Oh hell no!" he blurted.

"I didn't think so," I said, "Because in spite of his archtype, this man is extremely valueable to me."

I whacked the back of the star with my fist. "This is important, !#@$%&@ it! This is a story arc!" The SG aggroed sickeningly, then balanced out. "Keep your hands of my !@#$%?% salvage!" my exemplar screamed. The newb in the back looked like he was ready to jump right out of the SG and take his chances.

We were somewhere around King's Row on the edge of the sewers when the inspirations began to take hold. I remember saying something like "I feel a bit disoriented; maybe you should take the star..." And suddenly there was a terrible roar all around us and the sky was full of what looked like huge Spectral Daemons, all swooping and screeching and diving around the SG, which was flying at about a hundred miles an hour with the buffs down to Siren's Call. And a voice was screaming: "Holy Statesman! What are those #$!&@?! mobs?"

Then it was quiet again. My exemplar had taken his shirt off and was pouring mutagens on his chest, to facilitate the grinding process. "What the hell are you yelling about?" he muttered, staring up at the sun with his eyes closed and covered with his bunker visor. "Never mind," I said. "It's your turn to pull." I hit the Rest button and aimed the Great Red SuperGroup toward the edge of the Gish. No point mentioning those daemons, I thought. The poor !@#$&?% will see them soon enough.





Idea blatantly stolen from the WoW forums