Kiken

Welcome back. I recently joined the NPP as well, as Iron Anderson. So there will be at least some idiocy for you to enjoy

I totally agree with this.

Remember; real men don't wax!

Back on topic, when someone 'Walks the Earth' it generally means they have given up on normal life and wanders the world, seeking enlightenment or adventure.

If I can quote Jules from Pulp Fiction:

"Basically I'm just gonna walk the earth. You know, like Caine in Kung Fu - walk from place to place, meet people, get in adventures."

I think it may originally have come from the Bible; something about going out into the world and walking up and down upon it.

Scene: Jake 'Iron' Anderson just wandering the streets, hat at a jaunty angle, suit jacket slung over one shoulder, viewing typical city sights: a hero rescuing somebody from the CoT, Freaks and Warriors fighting, Paladin stomping round Kings etc, all culminating in a Rikti invasion.

The song: My Kind of Town by Sinatra.

(With Chicago changed to Paragon, and various place names suitably altered)

Because flying is cooler?

I do all the rest when I'm logged off, I don't need to waste time doing it when I'm logged on as well.

Whilst Mr Questionmark seems to have missed part of the original post, he does tell a very good bad joke


After having serched my brain for one clean enough to tell here:

A man walks into a bar
"Ouch!"

Like Khorak, I use a 'three strikes and you're out' rule for Blind Invites. And I think these are the only people I have in my Ignore list.

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Even the ones that have set the status to please send a tell??

If i have spent time sending a message then a reply is not to much to ask for. Blinds a plenty

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One thing to consider is that, especially in the middle of a huge fight, it is quite easy to miss a Tell. I would much prefer somebody sent a second Tell after 5 minutes than a blind invite, which I always ignore.

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Why? Just why?

If you want one-shot kills outlevel Dr Vash or go kill Sally.

This seems utterly pointless.

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Of course it's utterly pointless.
That's the point!

What, you mean you guys can't do it already?

It would be pretty fun though.

I stopped touching my inner n00b, because somebody told me it would make me go blind.

On the other hand, I did find myself wondering a couple of days ago how come the Family had suddenly gotten so tough, as they were completely trashing my Inv/SS Tanker. Then I realised it goes much better if you remember to turn your toggles on...

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"A Noob Is" Then you can use the dog heads.

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I would steal that, if I had any character slots left.

Oh no, I can't make any more alts! Now that's DOOM if ever there was!

Also, what do you give the non-weapon melee sets to compensate for this added damage?

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As for being martial arts trained/creating your own martial art, neither makes street fighting any less formidable. In fact in most real life fights, you simply don't have time for fancy footwork as most fights end up with someone being kicked in the head while they're on the floor.

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In fact, a friend of mine is living proof of this. We were in a pub, and he was explaining to somebody that he did kung-fu mostly for the exercise, but also because it was handy for self-defence. Didn't help him much when a fight broke out and somebody smashed a bottle over his head from behind though. While he was still sitting down...

Yep. When I think of street fighting, I always think of this!

I got a full set of salvage on my new alt so I could get a costume slot. Other than that, I didn't care.

Yeah, I loved the old Storm Kick. Even if you did look kind of stupid waggling your leg there if you missed.

I've been playing since US beta, although I only have 39 months due to a few breaks (and not knowing at the time that I should have kept my sub up while I was away because shiny vet stuff was coming).

All my breaks have been due to RL stuff coming up (3 months with no phone line, some time in Japan, etc) never because I needed a long break fromn the game. I find I have as much fun now as I did back when I started, although in slightly different ways thanks to the many changes that have taken place in that time.

I don't think I will ever forget the first time I stood on a roof, witnessed a mugging below, dropped down and kicked butt like the [censored] Batman!

Jake guessed that putting out the fires, and whatever the hell he was doing to try and heal the pretty thoroughly dead looking guy, was enough to let Mechano off the hook. For now. Truth was, his anger had faded as fast as it had come. This whole affair had been a crazy, stupid waste and he was more than glad to walk away from it. He looked over towards what little remained of Mr Maniacal.

"Only one way to deal with a mad dog."

Which reminded Jake of something else. He walked slowly to Justice Delivered, standing close so he could speak in a soft voice.

"I recognise you from the TV, buddy. You behaved yourself today, so let me give you a friendly warning. You start torching people indiscriminately in my neighbourhood again, and I'll put you down."

With that, he turned to make his way out of the ruined building, looking to find whether his clothes were still in one peace out there. He needed a cigarette. And then a stiff drink.

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Correct me if I'm wrong here but I thought in previous years you couldn't ToT in zones that you out leveled, so therefore you couldn't release lvl 50 werewolves in Atlas Park for example.

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That's true, but unfortunately a lot of zones have a wide spread of level ranges. Steel Canyon, for instance, where you could have Vox's 10 level difference. And at level 10, a level 20 mob might as well be a 50.

Jake just had time to think "I was right to take my jacket off" before the flames hit him. He was pretty much fire-proof, in that he wouldn't actually burn, but he still felt the heat. Ripping off his flaming vest and throwing it to the ground, he then began beating at the flames licking at his pants, trying to put them out before he ended up standing there in his boxers.

This whole damn thing had been crazy. He could see Manical had gone down; it seemed the guy had just been plain nuts, with no kind of plan at all. He just didn't understand these kids today.

With his pants singed but relatively intact, he began thinking that it might be a good idea to get the remaining civilians out of the place, now that the drama was over.

Which was when a truck came crashing into the place.

This was the last straw. Now Jake was really mad. And as it didn't look like he'd get to take it out on the looney toon who had started all this, he figured somebody else should get the benefit. He turned to stare straight at Dr Mechano.

"You got the forcefields, right pal? Tell you what, you get the hostages out safe and I'll forget you set me on fire. Otherwise, you and me go right now."

Jake was so shocked that for an instant he just stood there. In all his years in the game, he'd never seen a villain in these circumstances just up and kill their hostage! It looked like he was completely wrong about the loon not having a death wish!

As others began to move, Jake snapped back into action himself. With the nagging feeling that things still could end up getting worse somehow, he pounded across the floor, preparing to launch a haymaker that would crumple the sides of an armoured car. Just in case the other attacks weren't enough...

"That's pretty good advice buddy. Him," and Jake jerked his thumb towards Dr Mechano "I don't mind. He makes things interesting. But I don't need the rest of you crazies messing up my neighbourhood."

Jake had arrived at the entrance to the room just in time to hear Mechano's speech. Now, his eyes rapidly scanned the room, taking in the hostages, the heroes, the robots and the loon who had started it all. And he was worried.

It looked like it was all over for Mr Maniacal. The odds were heavily against him, he seemed to have lost his control over the hostages, there seemed little for him to do but surrender or attempt to flee. But Jake had worked for enough villains over the last fifty years to know that this was exactly the time when they pulled some real nasty trick out of the bag...

Jake hated it when people popped messages into his head. It was creepy. Still, he had to consider this one. Did a telepathic message from some hero he'd never heard of count as 'proper authorisation for action' under the terms of his parole? Did he really care? These guys were causing chaos in his neighbourhood, and now he had his excuse to do something about it.

Strolling towards the building he began unbuttoning his jacket, slipping off his tie and shirt leaving just his vest, and handing the whole bundle, along with his fedora, to one of the Swat officers stationed around the building.

"Hold on to these for me will ya buddy. If I have to replace any more suits, I'm gonna have to go back to robbing banks."

Jake strolled on in through the main entrance, not worried too much about what might be waiting inside. From what he'd seen of the first guys entrance, the loony was using Hellions for cannon-fodder, he wouldn't even need to break a sweat to get through those. As for booby traps; anything that could do him any real harm would take out the whole building. For some reason, crazy as this guy was, Jake didn't think he planned going out with a bang himself.

Now, all he had to do was find his way to the action...

Gah! I have to go to a stupid general meeting at work at 7. On my day off! So I'm going to miss this.