MissDemeanor

Hydra Wrangler -- log off in Perez in the water.
Monkey Tamer -- Monkey Island, north of Peregrine
Scrap Collector -- Boomtown or anywhere with a lot of Clockwork.
LoL Dork -- log off in a PvP zone
"Professional" -- log off in the bar in Pocket D
Scuba Diver -- in the middle of the ocean 'round Talos or Striga or PI
Sychophant -- log off within 20' of any Freedom Phalanx
Geek Physicist -- log off in Portal Corp
Freejumper -- Top of any tall building
Nudist -- log off on any outdoor map
Cubicle Slave -- on any office building map
Forklift driver -- on any warehouse map
Aerialist/skydiver -- 2000 feet in the air

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But it being $10 for one respec really puts me off to the whole idea.

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I really have to wonder what kind of jobs people have that ten bucks seems like a big deal. Or are they approaching this from the "Damn I'd like to respec six times a month, and that's way too much?" position?

Like all luxuries (and this IS a luxury), it's worth what people will pay for it. And if it doesn't seem like a good value, then you can skip it.

Simple economics. If you can't afford the Jaguar, you live with your Ford. Writing Jaguar to ask them to bring their prices down won't do a bit of good.

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Well that would be 30 minutes less time they would have to spend working on the email system that would be still infinitely more useful than this $10 respec thing.

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Speculation that may not be factual. They may not have spent ANY time on the respec for cash system.

Billing usually has access to the character files (for various reasons, including transfers et.al.). Billing flips a counter on the character from "0" to "1", and you have a respec.

The only real development time spent on this is the time it took to write the announcement.

But keep crusading why your own personal favorite dev project should leap to the top of the developer's 'todo' list (ahead of everyone else's personal favorite projects)! Especially if it's something they've never announced any plans for!

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Overall I really doubt that I'll have a use for this service. Except for the first couple of characters I ever made I have never exhausted my existing in-game respec options.

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Mmmhmm. So really complaining about the price is a tempest in a teapot.

The compulsive just can't stop tweaking respecers will pay it, because it's worth the price to feed their compulsion. You know the guys "If I just had ONE more, I could fix everything that's wrong!!"

For everybody else, the price is just a number that will never affect them.

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I am kind of like Jesus, but not in a sacreligious way.

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Snake Plissken? I heard you were dead.

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I asked her about the haunted house part of the task force and she told me that the house was "to make it scary and exciting".

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Has she encountered CoT ghosts yet?

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and the last thing I want her figuring out is how to get into my pr0n collection

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Fix'd.

(teasing!)

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Your right it won't. But I have decided since I had MULTIPLE posts deleted without an actual explanation, and was not able to defend myself against flame posts, or EVEN DELETE the post that caused the flames, I figure I can change his moniker in a fun fashion. I have had my ID lampooned, I didn't sulk about it. And I don't want any favours. I want even handed and judicial use of the modsmack. If he nails me for crossing a line. Fine. No prob. But nail EVERYONE that crosses that line, and for Mod's sake (like that joke?, little play on the ol' power trip) TELL PEOPLE WHAT THEY DID WRONG!!! I don't mean some namby pamby BS answer, I mean an honest one.

So yeah LIGHTBEER can expect to not get a Christmas card from me.

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This is such a perfect shining sample of teen angst/problem with authority figures, just thought it should receive some sort of special award.

So here you go, this golf clap's for you.

It reminds me of a bit of wisdom once imparted to me by several cops I worked with. Frequently, when you get pulled over or stopped in a car, it's for something minor (taillight out, five miles over the limit, whatever) the officer just wants to point out and then send you on your way.

But a percentage of the people they stop for such minor incidents open their big, obnoxious mouths--work up an argument, talk themselves right into a ticket, or take a pop at the cop and talk themselves right into a night in jail.

I guess it's easy to talk tough in a message forum, sling antagonizing comments at the mod, DARE him to do something.

And sure enough, they will, and then you get to complain about it some more. What a deal!

Not sure what kind of victory you consider that, or why it is worth the time and aggravation to you, but whatever floats your boat.

Look up the term Pyrrhic Victory, it's very applicable to this situation.

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People, my objections were to a sizable set of responses that we must all follow the rules, all the time, whether we find them equitable or objectionable or not.

That mindset is toxic, whether encountered in the large or small.

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And similarly, the inverse mindset (that freedom fighting must go forward on every battleground, large or minute) is similarly toxic. And probably is less than applicable in a private forum (where your first amendment guarantees don't even apply).

Tempest in a Teapot ring a bell?

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There are laws which individuals cannot, from their ethical standpoint, follow. Others may be dismayed or disgusted by the ethical stand in question, but that does not erase the right of a citizen to disobey a law he finds intolerable (even though he will face criminal or civil penalties for doing so).

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And attempting to draw a parallel between message board moderation and such movements is ultimate futility, and just more Message Board Hyperbole Maximus.

No one that's been Moded is a valiant and noble freedom fighter. In general, they're people who haven't read or don't understand the rules, and/or people with chips on their shoulders about authority figures.

Back on topic, folks.

I applaud all forum moderations. Without them, we'd have the WoW forums (shudder).

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Villains follow different rules. Which is cheap

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And yet exists in virtually every MMO on the market.

The AI isn't bright enough to give you a decent fight if you play by the same rules. No AI is.

But yes, it is a copout, bit of a shortcut that gets you around having to design smarter baddies. (See: Boss, Raid. Take normal boss, increase hit points by 10x, add abilities no player will (or should) ever be able to achieve.)

I'd rather Frosty was limited to, say, L18 powers. But then he wouldn't be Frosty...he'd be just-another-boss. Kind of cool that there are a few rule-breakers that make for abnormally challenging situations.

He's soloable. Difficult for some AT/combos, certainly, but doable. Despite his 'cheating', he's still very defeatable.

Good compromise Posi, and thank you.

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Why?

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Simply put, because it's using your influence to get the word out that you're no longer the "Mysterious" Bob and now the "Amazing Death-Defying" Bob

Same way that you're putting out word on the streets that the weirdo in Green & Red is just Superdude in a new costume.

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The artist formerly known as Prince...

I just don't see going to the image consultant to organize a media blitz to create a public perception of your favorite title...or newpapers using titles at all. Extra verbage is generally avoided in news stories.

The Amazing Spiderman had (nine?) other titles, after all.

I don't know, it's thin. I could buy it if the devs want to go that way, but from a player-satisfaction viewpoint I believe it's the wrong choice.

Earnable titles (like earnable costumes) are the proper rat-at-the-feeder-bar MMO player-motivator response. But once you have them, changing them shouldn't be a big deal.

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All I'm saying is that it is reasonable that such a change would have a cost of some kind.

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Why?

You could make a case for it preventing changing titles every five minutes, but what's the harm if someone wants to do that?

I haven't bothered to set any titles at all, after the first toon through the game. I just don't see it as a big issue either way.

Open the titles up and let people personalize their characters however they want. One of the strengths of this game, why limit it?

And let's not forget the "PL PLZ" on broadcast from L1's in PI. Those were the days!

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You know it is a shame that some folks will never get to see the wonder and awe of seeing a single tank herding dozens of spawns of enemies into one massive pile.

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Or the incredible tedium of laying out a full spread of trip mines in that dumpster...watching one blaster and one tanker earning the experience for six other people who stood around doing nothing.

Ah yes, the good old days, when you watched someone else play their toon...and paid money to do it!

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Le Comtesse managed to pull something back, alright - a silver orb about the size of a fist, which beeped in a very annoying, high pitch, growing more rapid by the second...

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Hmm, godlike powers then. Ok, I'm out.

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But it was too late. The ragged robe already headed for the ground...

Only there was nobody in it. As it floated to the sidewalk, its occupant had simply disappeared...

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"Hmmm," le Comtesse turned to face Jon, "Perhaps I can't provide that arrest after all. One moment..."

Liz decided to trigger the teleport target anyway, figuring invisibility wouldn't be much of a defense against it. "Unless this fellow's a plane shifter or something..."

Extending her senses through the shadow plane, she reached along the connection she'd had only moments before and pulled, unsure if it even still existed at the other end...

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It seemed very clear he intended to jump...

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Liz smirked and 'ported down to the ground level...and stepped calmly into the midst of the PPD officers gathered around the ruined warehouse.

"Officers? I'd prepare weapons and an armored paddy wagon if I were you, I'll have an arrest for you in a moment."

She glanced up to the figure standing at the edge of the building overhead, and pointed at the dark figure silhouetted against the sky. "That fellow there...you might want to ask him some questions about Hellions and magic rings. Shall I bring him down here for you?"

Elizabeth appeared in front of the rooftop exit door in a puff of shadow, leaning on it.

"Not so fast. Hanging out in a Hellion hideout, that MAGI happens to be very interested in, on a night where all sorts of other unusual goings on are happening. I'm thinking those officers downstairs may want to have a word with you."

"And that psycho bringing warehouses down, too, she thought to herself, watching the ragged figure carefully.

"What the...", Liz gasped as she was manhandled by this ragged person, lifted unceremoniously and shoved tightly under one arm. And then the rushing of air and CRUNCH as the ragged figure impacted the roof across the street. She blew the hair out of her eyes and folded the shadows.

Discontinuity of the shadow walk, then staring down at him from from the top of an air conditioning unit nearby. "Don't touch me geki. Who, or what, are you?" Her black eyes drilled the raggedly dressed intruder, and she drew on the shadows around her for power as she raised her defenses, swirling strands of blackness circling around her.

Turning her head sharply as the warehouse behind them collapsed, and emiting a low growl. Momentarily distracted, swearing softly in Hungarian at the screams of the Hellions trapped inside.

la Comtesse watched the shadowy figure kick the rooftop door and the door splintering. 'Terrific," she thought, "Another super of course"

But no time for much else as the rafters shook from another impact and the building itself suddenly began to lean. "Húgyagyú, he's bringing the whole building down!"

Fading from the shadows, unleashing a bolt of darkness into the splintered door, Liz dove at it and grabbed the ragged coat of the tall and lanky figure, "Out, got to get out of here now!" and kicking the door open herself, "Move! That balfasz is going to kill everyone."

"Insane," she thought to herself, scampering off the rafter as it shook hard from the impacts of the oddly-dressed doorbasher charging into the beams supporting them. "Looks like it's time to get out of here before the roof comes down" And what is that cop doing following him?

Tulmut at the back door, a banging crash as... something... rammed a hole through the metal. A Damned launching fire at whatever it was, looking very worried. And someone else.

Raggedly dressed, not a Hellion. New player in the game? She watched from the shadows between two crates as the figure headed up the stairs running.

Searching...there. Pulling the shadows around her again, she stepped into them and appeared again in the dark recess to the left of the rooftop door, watching the raggedly dressed figure now heading up the stair toward her. Who, or what, is this?

The Countess drew power from the darkness and prepared to unleash it, her eyes darkening to jet black. "Nothing to fear from the darkness, little Erzsébet," she murmured quietly, "Unless you seek to escape from it."

Liz slipped deeper into the shadow in the corner, up on the rafter of the warehouse. Spitting a quiet curse in Hungarian.

"There's an awful lot of testosterone in the air tonight," she thought to herself. "Gang members, that door-abusing hero, and now cops. Just what I need."

She moved quietly across the rafter, looking down on the crates stacked haphazardly below, eyes searching, attuned to the dim light that was her home. Gang members, regular grunts, nothing special, moving about in haphazard patrols. No sign of the door-basher, or anyone who looked like a leader of the gang rabble. Her eyes shifted back toward the entrance, searching for the PPD members who "had the place surrounded."

Oldest trick in the book, that one, would even lowly Hellions fall for it?

"Perhaps back in the back," she thought to herself, moving always in the shadows, with the darkness of night wrapped tighly around her. Placing each foot carefully, moving from rafter to shadows of crates and back again as she slipped past the Hellion patrolers.

Amused, la Comtesse watched the oddly dressed young hero bursting through the front door of the Hellion hideout she'd been watching carefully for the last several hours.

"Nothing like the direct approach," she chuckled to herself. MAGI was obviously sending every hero they could scrounge up after the Hellions. Who can blame them? Azuria's been robbed more times than the corner liquor store...

Pulling the cloak of darkness tighter around herself for concealment, Erzsébet slipped through the alleyway and through the demolished door. "At least he'll provide a distraction for the Hellions while I have a look around," Liz mused to herself, "And lives will be saved if I can recover that ring."