Krekka

Golgothen, okay, you're in for second backup.
I've sent everyone a forum message about the time of meeting, so reply back with what time works for you on that day.

That's all 8, and a backup! We could always use more backup though, in case somebody can't make it.

Okay. You're listed as Frad #7! I'll keep the science origin in mind for the meeting, which will happen as soon as we get all 8 members.

We will need 8 active players total. Our first meeting will be just to work out all the stuff for the team, and we can schedule that later, not necessarily this next Saturday. If you're willing to be devoted to the time schedule though, we'd love to have you.

Come on, Guardian! We just need two more people!

Once we get all 8 members, we'll have a meeting online with normal characters about the team. Then once we have all the sutff established, we will begin the schedule (which will also be set up).

So, counting Jack, we have 5 of the 8 needed or the Superteam. I know it will be hard to keep this up with Going Rogue and all, but I'm sure you can take a few hours away from playing in Praetoria to play with your team.

Personally, I think it's a cool idea. I severely doubt I'll be one to get any of the prizes.
I feel sorry for NC Soft that they give people an opportunity to win free stuff, but all they get is complaints that it isn't as good as it could possibly be.

That would be awesome, Chris! The only thing I can think of is that we were going to try to theme our team to something (such as all magic themed), but that could be as easy as changing costumes. Your level 26 one can be on it and we'll work out the rest once the meeting happens. That's so cool that you kept your frad.

There's a link here to a Dev Diary of Going Rogue. If you comment (after signing in to an account) on where you would go in real life if you had a jet pack, then you get entered in a contest for a Jet pack and/or a free Going Rogue code!
http://www.pcgamer.com/2010/08/05/de.../#comment-4732
Happy hunting, all!

Well, Jack, once everyone's on the team, we'll try to find a time that works for everyone and still allows us around 3 or more hours every Saturday to play together. You'll be put in reserve for the moment.

We will be meeting every Saturday for several hours, probably sometime late morning/early afternoon. We can establish the time once the whole group is formed.

Heroes of Guardian, it is time! This will be the formation of a new Frad superteam on Guardian. To those unfamiliar with the terms, a superteam is a team of (usually but not always) the same archetype with specially-selected powers, able to plow through enemy groups and levels super-fast. A Frad is, well, a Fire-Radiation Controller. They make for great superteams, because with the mass immobilize and AMs at low levels, nothing can stand in their way!
This thread will be for all those willing to participate in a frad superteam I'm organizing for Guardian. We'll have a regularly-scheduled meeting time at some time every Saturday, and we will plow through whatever stands in our way!
Spots for team:
1. @Krekka 2.0
2. @Agent Techtro
3. Crindon
4. Dash No Chris
5. Jack Power
6. Cinder Flux
7. Hindenburg
8: MuonNeutrino
Backup: Golgothen
Please help us fill these slots! Once our team has all it's members, we will gather to discuss the superteam for a little bit (such as theme and powers) before we create our characters. Either message me or post a reply on this thread if you are interested.

Thanks.
Yeah, the formatting was off. I wrote this thing on a seperate program, then copied onto it. I should have taken some time to redo the tabs. I also originally had stuff like
...at Atlas Park bank...
in italics, and didn't bother to check if it carried over.
Probably should have left out the Pler, yeah, but wanted to introduce another character. Planning on using him in a possible future one.
As for the power problems, I found I had the same trouble with my comic for the comic contest a year or so back. When I'm basing my storyline on a game as big as this, I find it hard to "peel away" from the natural flow of things, so I have a bit of a hard time to be totally original, but I'm working that way!
Thanks for the review!

Here's one of my own making. Kinda long though.
http://boards.cityofheroes.com/showflat....&PHPSESSID=

Note: This is my first RP thing, so if it doesn't look as good as all the others, try not to laugh.
Kings Row: a place of oil refineries, power stations, and home to a nest of robots called Clockwork. The Clockwork were made out of pieces of metal and kept together via some unknown power source. Today, several cogs and a Tesla Prince were scrounging around a generator, looking for spare chunks of iron, no doubt to build more of their own kind. This was routine for the clockwork. What wasn’t routine for them was several large pieces of blue-white armor, dented beyond repair, sitting around a figure who the pieces had apparently come from. The figure was a hulking brute, covered from head to toe in blue and white armor, most of it dented. His body was rather odd shaped, his head stretching about 2 feet long. Clockwork, not being known for noticing details, did not notice that his right eye was missing. Not knowing if he was still alive, the Tesla Prince heaved the creature onto his shoulder and promptly fell down, the figure nearly crushing the Prince. He motioned for help at the Clockwork that had ran behind several objects, thinking the creature had attacked their leader. Creeping out from their hiding places, they approached warily, hoisting the figure off him. The group of robots carried the figure toward their factory, which was in an abandoned building about 400 yards away.
Once the Clockwork had successfully hauled the body on an unused conveyor belt. Taking out some metal tools, they worked on taking the armor off of his face. Changing his head around with surprising care, they made it look more like a human. With methods that are still not known to this day, the robots formed the armored titan into what best resembled a tall, bulky human, coated in white-and-blue armor from head to toe. His head was covered with a helmet that disguised his face. The Clockwork, as carefully as any doctor, inserted a new power source, right in the head of the cyborg.
Suddenly, life flashed into the figure’s eyes. With a roar, he leapt to his feet and smashed his fist through a Tesla Prince nearby. The Clockwork immediately reacted by sending hundreds of volts through his body. With electricity coursing through his armor, he charged and promptly flattened the nearest group by stampeding over them. Leaping high into the air, he landed on another robot, crushing it. With a mad look in his eyes, he chased after every Clockwork in the factory, rending them piece by piece. With a roar of triumph, the cyborg rushed a loading bay door, pulled it up, and ran out into the sunlight. Looking around with precision he had never used before, he noted the placement of every object and every life form. He then jumped and activated his flight to soar high above the factory. With another scan, he detected an abundance of life forms in a far away city. Still cautious and confused of where he was, the figure took off toward the section of the city known as Galaxy City.
Dropping low, he ducked through the entrance to another zone. Flying high quickly, he looked around. The skyline was dominated by a huge female statue. Seeing a dome-like building at its base, he flew over in that direction. Landing on top of the building, he crouched in a gargoyle-like fashion, observing a dark-haired man with piston gloves stand in the middle of the courtyard area. Roaring, he rushed at the figure. Turning around, the hero known as Back Alley Brawler grabbed the attacker’s fist, and in one move, had him sitting hard down on the ground. “You really shouldn’t try to sneak up on me like that.” He offered him a hand up.
Growling, the cyborg knocked it away and charged for him again. Acting quickly, the Police Drones on the edges of the courtyard shot two beams at him. “No!” shouted Back Alley Brawler, trying to pull him out of the way. But it was too late, as the police drones zapped the cyborg off to jail. Frustrated, the Brawler pulled out a cell phone and started talking quickly to a police officer. “,,,yeah…big, blue-armored guy…has a temper…should be coming your way now.”
“What do you mean, you don’t know which jail he’s at?!” he yelled in the phone. “Look, the police drones didn’t exactly give him a warm welcome, and I don’t want him turning into a villain over a misconception. Look, I’ll call Atlas. Maybe he’s over there.”
Hanging up, Back Alley Brawler punched in several other numbers. Putting the phone up to his ear, he spoke in it. “Hello? Can you hear me, Hugh? …wait, slow down. They’re attacking? Who? Arachnos? In Atlas? No, I can’t leave my post. Yes, help will come. I’ll send two guys over there. Just give me a second. No, they’ll be there quickly. Yeah, bye.” Back Alley Brawler once again called someone different.
“Yeah, Commander K? Atlas Park bank is being attacked by Arachnos. I need you and another hero to get over there quickly.”
“Right away, sir!” said a voice from the other side of the line. The phone quickly shut off.
“Heroes,” Back Alley Brawler thought out loud. “Where would the city be without them?”
…in the Atlas Park jailhouse…
“Let…me…OUT!” bellowed the stranger from inside his jail cell. After several runs at the door, he found it would not give. Taking a huge breath, he smashed his whole frame into the door. It gave slightly, but he more of bounced off it into another wall. Seemingly unhurt, he went at it several more times. The door was definitely giving, as apparent by several huge dents in its framework. Hearing a noise downstairs, he stopped for a minute to listen.
Suddenly, a green blur ran from the open elevator door and ducked behind a column. Stopping to catch his breath, he tensed up and prepared for a wave of attackers. Glancing at him, the cyborg thought he must be some kind of plant, as he was covered in leaves and some kind of ExoProto armor. Leaping out from behind the pillar, the plant being threw a cluster of seeds at some approaching enemies. They wore red-and-white spandex and toted guns varying to submachine and flamethrowers. The cyborg guessed they must be policemen of some sort. The plant-like person slowly raised his hands in the air, and a huge Venus Fly Trap rose up from the ground.
“Feed!” hissed the creature. The fly trap lumbered forward on its roots and chomped down on the nearest policeman. The other spandex policemen immediately retaliated with flames and bullets. Dodging them by ducking and rolling, the plant being threw a cluster of pods that immediately sprung up and held the crowd.
Noticing the watching cyborg, he turned to the thin window of the jail cell and said, “Need a breakout, fellow villain? My name’s Karzahni. What’s yours?”
“Krekka,” the cyborg grumbled. “Just get me out of here.”
“Fine then, back up.” As Krekka obliged, Karzahni threw another cloud of spores that grew up into tall roots. The roots then flew through the window and grabbed the door. Constricting it tightly, the roots then simply bashed through the door, breaking it into pieces. Dismissing the roots with a wave of his hand, Karzahni beckoned for Krekka to come out. Obliging, he stepped over the chunks of metal. “Now… join me in taking down these annoying Longbow,” hissed Karzahni from behind his mask.
“Is that what they are?” asked Krekka. “I thought they were some kind of policemen or something.”
“Yes, in a way.”
Walking over to one of them, Krekka drew back his fist. He saw the terror in the Longbow’s eyes, as he was still held and couldn’t move. Suddenly, the elevator door burst open again, and two other heroes ran in. One was wearing what looked like blue and white casual clothes with a trench coat, while the other one strongly resembled a bug, both in appearance and size, with matching wings and red-green colors.
“Stop!” shouted the blue one, throwing two ice bolts. One instantly froze Karzahni in a block of ice, the other one hit Krekka’s feet, knocking him over and freezing his legs to the ground. With their master momentarily held, all the thorny vines around the Longbow receded into the ground.
Immediately, they aimed their guns at the two conspirators. “Don’t move!” shouted a Longbow Warden.
Krekka mumbled something incoherent from his position on the floor.
“Don’t shoot him, Warden,” spoke Commander Kelvin. “Back Alley Brawler wants us to have a talk with him.”
“What about Karzahni?” asked a Longbow Sergeant.
“Lock him up, as far as I’m concerned.” spoke the insect hero in a voice that seemed too normal to be coming from a 4-foot bug.
Suddenly, ice shards flew everywhere as Karzahni broke out of his frozen prison. His fly trap had apparently been hiding and just now ran headlong into his master. Not being able to stop, the fly trap ran right into a brick wall. It apparently had more density than the Longbow had figured, as it smashed a gaping hole in the wall. Before anyone could stop him, Karzahni dashed after his plant and flew off at a high speed.
“Stop him!” ordered the Warden. The Longbow dashed down the elevator, some even flew out after Karzahni in direct pursuit.
Commander Kelvin held out a blue sleeved arm to stop his bug friend from jumping out the hole as well. “First, we gotta take care of this big guy.” Glancing at Krekka, still frozen on the ground, he motioned with his hand, making the ice fall away. “Don’t move unless you want to go back in a jail cell.”
“Fine,” grumbled Krekka from the ground.
“Now slowly stand up.” Krekka did as directed. “Now, what is your name, villain?”
Keeping his anger under control, Krekka bellowed, “I’M NOT A VILLAIN, BUG BOY!”
Glancing up at his partner, then turning to Krekka, the insect hero said, “For goodness sakes, calm down! We,” he said, kicking Commander Kelvin, hurting his own foot,” didn’t mean to assume that you were a villain. By the way, don’t call me Bug Boy. It’s Crey Mantis. It appears there was a misinterpret of the facts when you tried to take out Back Alley Brawler. The drones automatically protected him with zapping you off to jail. I’m sure you could redeem yourself if you helped us stop Karzahni from robbing the bank.”
Krekka glanced at both figures, one average sized, one four feet tall. Their looks told him he would definitely not get away if he tried to run. Seeing no other choice, he nodded.
…at Atlas Park bank…
“Ladies and gentlemen, this is a robbery!” Karzahni jumped up on an end and spoke ot the crowd. “Now please, do not be alarmed. All I require from you is your codes for the vault. Now, who possesses them?” Jumping down into the terrified group of citizens, he walked over toward the line at the teller’s desk. Tapping the person at the front of the line, he asked politely, “Pardon me, my good man, but do you happen to know who holds the codes?”
The scared citizen shook his head. Or maybe he was just trembling so bad it looked like a shake. Either way, Karzahni took it as a no. “Hmm, how unfortunate. Well, I’ll just have to introduce you to my friend, the Fly Trap. Come here, Mercury!” Some people screamed as a 6-foot tall Venus Fly Trap walked out from his hiding place around the corner. “Now, unless you want me to, and I coin the phrase, Unleash The Fly Trap, I suggest you let me know where the codes are.
Nobody spoke. “You’re not making this easy,” Karzahni remarked. Still, nobody said anything. “Fine,” he said. “I’ll just go break it down. But I want you to know, none of you can leave unless I say so. You see, already, my vines have crisscrossed over all the doors and windows. There is no way you can leave until I get what I came for.” Stopping to listen to the sounds of chopping coming from the front door, he added, “The police can’t get in, either. So just everyone sit tight, and we’ll all be happier after I complete my deed.” Walking down several hallways to the vault, he chuckled to himself, “Dang, I love being evil!”
Even with the combined work of the PPD and the Longbow Agents, Karzahni’s roots still wouldn’t burn or move. The doors to the bank were removed, but an intricate mesh of vines was weaving itself even tighter, providing no holes for even a Rikti monkey to get through. The PPD started chopping down the vines, but even when they managed to kill one, another one took its place. Some of the Longbow Eagles started patrolling the windows to keep watch for an opening, but those had been covered over as well.
Meanwhile, Karzahni happily strode off to the vault. Finally reaching the vault door, he examined it. The password and 24-digit code was changed weekly, so he had no hope of getting in without a trace. “But,” he figured, “they already know I’m here. Why not have some fun with this?” With extreme concentration, he summoned Carrion Creeper vines on the other side of the vault door. Listening to the relentless pounding of the vines against the other side, he leaned against a wall and sighed contentedly.
Without warning, there was a huge smash from the other side. Karzahni stood upright and glanced at the vault. That didn’t sound like the Carrion Creeper vines…
Unexpectedly, the vault door smashed away from its hinges and flew toward Karzahni. Not being able to duck in time, it hit him head on. Dusting himself off, Krekka observed the huge dent the door made in the wall. Picking it up, he placed it to the side and looked at the unconscious villain behind it. “Now what?” he asked, glancing through the hole in the back of the vault wall at his two teammates.
“Well, first off, you probably shouldn’t have broken the wall,” said Crey Mantis. “Second of all, you shouldn’t have broken the vault door. Third of all, you shouldn’t have smashed it into Karzahni. We’re not trying to kill the villain, merely apprehend him.”
Commander Kelvin walked through the place the door had once been. “But what matters is he’s still alive, we’re still alive, and he’s in custody. Let me check on the citizens at the front.” Dashing off at super speed, he quickly dodged through the doorways.
With a flick of his hand, Crey Mantis created a green glow around Krekka, immediately repairing his cracked armor. “Empathy,” he said when Krekka looked at him in question.
Krekka was about to reply when there was a crashing noise, followed by several screams as the lights suddenly went out. “Sorry!” came the yell from the front room. Apparently, Commander Kelvin, in his attempts to defeat the giant fly trap, had accidentally destroyed the breaker. Several seconds later, there was another zap as it turned back on. Shrugging, Krekka ran to the front room with Crey Mantis struggling to catch up with him.
After Karzahni was knocked out, the roots all withdrew into their former seeds. Outside, a PPD thanked the three heroes, as the PPD van carrying Karzahni drove off towards the Zigursky Prison. “We really couldn’t have gotten in, with his roots guarding the entrance and all.”
“Thanks for the thanks, chief,” spoke Crey Mantis. “But it was really all Krekka’s doing. He sort of smashed the vault door into Karzahni.”
“Did you really?” asked the cop. “Ah well, we needed a higher security one anyway.”
…in Freedom Court…
“What?! You have enough experience to train up 16 levels?!” Back Alley Brawler was clearly reaching the end of his rope. “Look, I really appreciate you helping out the city and all, but I think you should try to stay out of those demon-infested maps until you get the hang of playing!”
The hero named No Way Flambé looked up at Back Alley Brawler. ’Please just level me. And it wasn’t demons. It was Battle Maiden minions.”
“Please just go talk to Ms. Liberty. She has more patience than I do right now…” Back Alley Brawler muttered. Seeing 3 approaching figures, he waved off the hero.
“..but I need to be level 10 to get Siphon Speed..”
“Fine! Just give me a minute,” the Brawler growled as he beckoned the trio of heroes.
Seemingly offended, No Way Flambé stepped aside and tried to sell the level 51 enhancements to a Superpowered Field Trainer.
“I see you’re back,” Back Alley Brawler spoke to Krekka, Commander Kelvin, and Crey Mantis.
“Yup, and he’s done his good deed for the day!” said Commander K.
“Knocked out a super villain his first try!” Crey Mantis reported. Krekka nodded in agreement.
“Sorry for trying to attack you,” apologized Krekka.
“Apology accepted,” said Back Alley Brawler. “I’m very grateful you stopped the Atlas Park bank robbery. Karzahni might have drained our money out of there faster than a Stock Market Crash. I assume you don’t mind helping out again sometime soon?”
“You mean your banks get robbed on a daily basis?” asked Krekka in astonishment.
‘You’d be surprised,” chuckled Back Alley Brawler. “You’d be surprised…”

Thanks for interviewing me, HumanMiracle!

Whoa! When we complained the devs had "no imagination" witht he last few badges...
That is very clever!

That clue board is an IN-CRE-DIBLE idea!

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The last post in the City Scoop which is supposed to point people to the discussion thread (this one) doesn't point here. I get "Access Denied" when I try and follow the link.

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Me too, and sorry for double posting, in a way.

ah, it was humanmiracle

Er, about 6 months ago, maybe more or less, I sent a PM to someone so I could be interviewed. Can't remember the guy's name. Just curious, is the interview section not being printed anymore, or am I just still in line?

Only 5 missions in length for our own Story Arcs??? That stinks!

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if you bring a tank make sure you have taunt plz.


or you'll end up on the scrapper team.

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Gah! What kind of tank wouldn't have taunt??
Sorry off topic.
Sounds good. I have Bible Study Wednesday nights, but shoul dbe done by then. I'll see if I can make it sometime!

I'd love to come, never been on a Hami raid before. Just wondering, on what days does this run?