Mr_Grey

((Hm... I think we need a team list now...))

((EDIT: fricking Hell...))

See, even that attitude fits in with the designation.

I'm not harping on you Diov, just pointing out a moment where you went too far.

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Cripes...

We're still on this?

Look, the decision has been made. The votes were tallied.



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This argument has been already been de-bunked in this very thread by Back Ally Brawler himself. There was no "vote", just a "poll". The devs took the poll into consideration, but also "other factors", which where not mentioned by name.

BTW: Shields won that poll, but was left out.

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So, euphemisms is your game now, huh? A rose is a rose, good player.

Also, I read that one about Shields before. I figured I'd covered that concept with an earlier post.

As I insinuated, but perhaps didn't spell out too clearly, the devs now have a good idea of where to work for the next powersets to implement.

And oh yeah... From that poll/vote/tally/<insert synonym here>/etc., STREET FIGHTING STILL LOST.

Again... Why are we still on this?

Frankly, I'd rather have some of those improvised weapons set ideas you threw out earlier. The baseball bat or the 2X4 would be downright entertaining!

Cripes...

We're still on this?

Look, the decision has been made. The votes were tallied.

Now the devs have an idea of where to take the next few updates in terms of powersets. They've still got kinks to work out of the game's mechanics to get some of them to work, and they've also got to deal with their storyline and figure out how to finally throw in the villain EATs. These dual blades are just the beginning of what's going to be given to us over the next updates.

Don't think that this is ALL the next update is going to have, either. We're already being treated to evidence that points to the contrary.

Personally, with all the new stuff there is, I'd like to see some "Retcon" capability (the repeatedly requested ability to change current powersets without losing all those levels, named after the hated notion where a writer changes a character's origin). For some of my characters that would gain the most benefit from it, I can't really use it (I've already established them and the source of their powers), but at least one of my alts could go for some Willpower.

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So stating a perception followed by description of that perception followed by denial of said perception ending with a condescending comment of disbelief towards reactions from others directed at aformentioned perception makes you a [butt]hole?

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Yes, actually.

Believe me. I know twenty or so people in my life that are like this, and I call them good friends. I know the definition of a [butt]hole well.

Your disregard for the seriousness of Devious's confession also indicates strongly your nature.

Martin shook his head at Energon's limited view. He knew what the extent of his "talking" with those other Council cells actually was. In fact, he'd done the same thing numerous times. His Freedom Corps Liaison, Agent Wild, had a certain dark spot in his heart for the Council, and he usually sent him and a former mole to kick the tar out of the fascists.

He shook his head sadly. Things had progressed much too quickly out of control.

"You're right," he grumbled, "About getting the City Rep."

He wrapped himself inside that strange shadow cloak he'd learned to use fairly recently. Sometimes, he forgot he even had it.

He didn't like it. The world turned so gray while he was in it and the heat seemed to leave the world. Darkness got some light to it, but at the cost of light losing some of its brightness. Everything was held in a perpetual twilight.

"If we can get any other stealth users in there, it'll be very useful. Glass-spike can keep the Council soldiers distracted, we'll look for the Rep."

He scratched his chin, not that anybody could see him do it.

"Maybe we should have taken the other entrance... The one that Mort told us about..."

((EDIT: Dammit...))

"Okay," he grunted when Brutish Ghoul rounded on him, "You want to lead the way, maybe supplement the spike-fiend down there?"

See... That's exactly what he's talking about.

That's not insanity, Diov. That's being mean.

If that's your disorder, I'd like to know what the official term for being a compulsive [butt]hole is.

((They're in the old Freedom Phalanx HQ? Isn't Reichsman still buried in cryo-stasis under there?

EDIT to actually post an action/reaction...))

Martin glared back at Energon X.

"Then we should have stopped him before blowing the door open," he grunted back, "There was still a chance we could have talked to these idiots. Not everybody needs to have the sense knocked into 'em. Now, we've got nothing but a fight on our hands, and if they do have the City Rep, they're most definitely gonna use her as a hostage instead of a bargaining chip."

He grumbled a little as he rubbed his furrowed brow.

"This coulda' been so much easier."

((It's okay. I don't live through my characters. I can be angry something happened, but it's a game and a story with multiple player authors (wow, weird concept). I can get over it fast and learn how to deal with it.

Also, in case you're wondering what Martin's expletives were like, I suggest partaking in the film Boondock Saints and watching Rocco's reaction to finding out his best friends have slaughtered the invading Russian syndicate leaders.))

((Well, Breaker was already on his way to the ferry when you introduced him. If he takes offense, well...

I guess we'll burn that bridge when we get to it.

Still... I apologize, but that doesn't mean Kaega's ignored or unwelcome. This just might be a tad interesting.))

And we're off the topic...

As I've said, I've never been put through anything official, and I don't think there's anything particularly wrong with me.

My brother seems to think I have a demented sense of humor because I laugh loudly at things like Something Positive and the thought of fire ants chewing on somebody who should have known better than to step into what looks like a giant ant hill. But that's about as far as my "deviance from the norm" really goes.

"Alright," Breaker nodded to Darkvapor, "No sense in wasting time, let's head out."

And with that, he leaped to the north, heading for Technician Naylor's post next to a mystical portal in the (largely) Oranbegan controlled Thorn Island.

Dark shadows covered the holes Dax had placed in Martin's chest. That stung a little...

"You sonova..." he grunted as he stepped forward to do something to the rampaging monster, but Energon X's communication in his ear stopped him.

"Dammit!" he shouted as he jammed a green-fluid-filled syringe into his leg, closing the holes in his body almost immediately, "Next time I see him go nuts like that, I'm breaking his head off and using it as a bowling ball. Somebody warn him of that, 'cause I ain't sayin' it twice!"

Watching Dax storm into the facility, he shook his head and looked up to Energon X before shouting.

"Now, who the Hell said we were supposed to attack? Who gave that freak the go-ahead to go all Terminator on us? I sure as Hell didn't. I don't remember saying anything about fighting! I don't even remember any discussion on the matter!"

A series of expletives followed, but only because Martin knew he was out of options. There was nothing left to do but sit back, and wait for Dax to tire himself out and get shot to [dreck].

((The BWO dropship will be arriving shortly at the dock...))

Power Breaker emerged from the ferry in Nerva Archipelago. He was actually surprised that the trip had gone by so uneventfully. It was actually sort of pleasant, aside from the quick moment where a group of Coralax decided to raid the ship, but it happened to be a heavy load of rogues, so they were dealt with in short order (for a hefty price, of course).

Power Breaker looked over the peculiar relic in his hand. Some sort of puzzle box. The driver had dozens of trinkets like it, and apparently there were some items that could be built from them. Even though Breaker had built some, he didn't have the slightest idea what this thing could be used for.

"Eh, it'll probably sell well."

When the rest of the rogues following him arrived, he decided it was a good time to settle on the more immediate plan.

"Alright, guys and girls... I and one other are going to see Naylor. The rest of you I want to go and gather up whatever and whoever you want to bring along on this little invasion. We meet back here when done."

He folded his arms and waited for his volunteer.

"I've never done anything like this before... Heck, why am I even doing this?"

Plausible Answer: Revenge.

"For what?"

Unknown variable. The Rogue named Poe represents an unusual threat. No memory indicates that Poe had inflicted any kind of harm to the Self, but stress levels heighten in the indicated Rogue's presence.

"So... I'm annoyed..."

Plausible.

"Is that why I feel like I'm handling this wrong?"

Plausible.

"Well... It's the only way I've got left to handle it. Poe won't talk to me, so I gotta knock some sense into him."

Analysis of the motivations of Self's companions indicate a desire to bring about Poe's demise. Is this an acceptable outcome?

"Not necessarily, but I think he can take it. I'm just a little worried about what will happen if he does die..."

The nanites played back the conversation most pertinent to Poe dying. The voice of Noitpeced rattled through Power Breaker's mind again. Funny, he didn't remember the guy sounding so pleasant.

"I must have hyped up how bad Husk Corporation is..."

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Noitpeced said:
"As for imprisoning Poe...He has no criminal records. You wouldn't get anything of him. And if you tried, we could land you in court where Husk Corporation could tear you to shreds with lawyers from alternate dimensions. You don't want that."

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"And if you kill him..."

He let that hang in the air for a moment.

"You call down the wrath of Lord Diov himself. I don't see what my Lord sees in this pyromaniacal worm, but point being, you'll all suffer for quite a long time before you are obliterated. And don't think you'll die then. Oh no, Death will be much too good for you. Eradicating you ENTIRELY from existance is really the only thing that would do then."

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Then, after Breaker had asked about Diov's motivations to go to war over someone like Poe...

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"...It would be a huge waste of time and resources, but he has nothing better to do while he's blowing up stars and the odd universe or dimension or whatnot. He's likes small distractions here and there to keep himself amused. Hence the very strange rule that he personally goes after anyone who manages to 'kill' one of the husk lords."

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Power Breaker blinked.

"Yeah, that's what I thought was bothering me..."

This has every potential to get very bad.

"That's alright. We've still got the Malleus Mundi translation... Right?"

Translation currently at 2.349%. We know how to turn mud into fudge and vice versa.

"[Frig]."

A hand gripped one of the spikes on Dax's back. It seemed to have come out of a shadow that was floating there. When the dark cloud dissipated, Martin was standing there, his hand grasped firmly to the spike.

"And just what the Hell do you think you're doing?" he growled, "In case you haven't noticed, Chippy, we're kind of in the middle of something. We don't have time for this Mickey Mouse horse[dung]!"

He tugged a little on the spike.

"You're outnumbered here, Glassjaw. I strongly suggest you stand down."

Giger's work NEVER bothered me. I've seen plenty worse in my nightmares.

H.P. was a horror author. Probably had a dim view of humanity, too. His work was meant to affect people with a more limited scope of reality, especially in a time when people were horrified to find women wearing pants.

I usually refer to Lovecraft as "His Era's Steven King." I think the worst effect of his work is the insanity of trying to pronounce the names of his characters properly.

Is it Kuh-Thooloo? Ca-Thooloo?

Damn headaches...

Depends on what that safeguard is.

I usually use "I see this. This is happening. Time to deal with it."

--Portal Corp Courtyard--

Sheldon's eyes narrowed at Unai.

"Respect the man all you like, call him what you will, but a rose is still a rose. As Samuel Clemens once said, 'To the living we owe respect, to the dead, the truth.' The only difference between Webb and Aeon is the ratio of success versus casualties. I've read into the man's history, my father even worked for him a few times. I respect Webb as much as any person here, but suffice it to say, his obsessive compulsion to pierce the boundaries between the dimensions, especially his disregard of the consequences, defined his profession."

He leaned closely and leveled his gaze into Kemen's.

"I know this better than most. I'm certain Dr. Webb had made peace with what he was well before he had started the project that would be his legacy, and the fact that he was able to mitigate much of what most call madness is also a testament to not only the man's sheer brilliance, but also his wisdom."

"I meant no disrespect," Ryat66 waved his hands in front of himself in a placating manner, "I just..."

"He has a definition in his head," Sheldon explained, "And he doesn't usually take reputations into consideration."

"I'm sorry," the android slumped its shoulders and actually looked kind of sheepish, "I didn't mean to offend..."

"Now, look," Sheldon turned to the terminal, "We have to try to figure this out. Perhaps whatever Sixty-six ran into in there didn't mean Dr. Webb, but instead meant somebody else. I mean, come on, there had to be some code Webb just didn't have the time to write or deal with. I would really hate to have to sift through all of it..."

"We could get Ryat99," Ryat66 offered helpfully, "He has a system of rifling through tedious stuff..."

"He's busy on a construction project on Dimension Gamma Gamma Nine-Four," Sheldon shook his head dismissively, "We need something specific to look for."

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--Peregrine Island: Bay Area--

"Sonovabi-" Matt grumbled as they approached the area where the Lamborghini and SWAT van had been, "They left while we were fighting."

"I'm certain there's a way to access what's on this rifle," Cory said calmingly, "All we need is a USB access."

"Ryat's got one," Matt shrugged, "Hey, how about you fly this thing over there, I'll get on my bike and get over there, too."

"I hope your conveyance hasn't suffered any major damage..." Cortland arched his eyebrow at the machine in the distance, "How unfortunate it would be..."

"It'll be fine," Matt started walking away, his face curled into a smug grin, "It's tough!"

Simmons shook his head as he watched his friend walk back over to his vehicle. True, it was a tough machine, but Matt would probably take any scratch or nick deeply personally. Not because he really cared, but more because it gave him something to do.

"Such peculiar behavior," the wizard muttered as he prepared to take to the sky.

"Hey there, baby, want to see some juggling?" a Carnival of Shadows Attendant asked sweetly.

"No thank you, my dear," Simmons started flying away, "I'm afraid I simply don't have the time."

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--Jade Moon--

Randall chuckled a little at the reptilian creature's lack of understanding. Of course, that gave way to concern as "Acid" explained that the suits were actually quite empty.

"Well, that's not good," he grunted as he took a look into the armor himself, "Who do we know that uses disintigrators? Ope... Nevermind. I know. Nemesis. Always comes back to Nemesis. This goes quite a bit far from his normal ray gun, though, doesn't it? How the Hell would he have gotten a device like that into all these Rikti, too?"

((There are two groups of Council soldiers. One is the bulk of the Council deployment in Boomtown, the other is a post that got cut off. Devious is currently controlling the group that got cut off, Diov's controlling the main group.

Martin's heading for the main group. That was what Karl told them to go to, and Martin's been here before (he once called this place home, after the War), so he knows his way to it.))

Martin's eyes narrowed at Ghoul's phrase. His body wreathed in dark energies, he leaped into the distance, following after and eventually surpassing the Brute.

"I do know my way around," he shouted, "Follow me!"

He leaped for the farther west Council base. For some reason, he had a feeling the other one, the one under attack, could take care of itself.

((Yeah, but we're about to pour boxes of bullets into these guys... Then, when they timeshear back, more boxes. Timeshear and more boxes... You get the drift, right? At some point, they're going to say "Frack it" and let Poe get torn inside out while they watch and eat popcorn.

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Yeah, I know... This is gonna be bad.))

((That's all, Diov? All you're bringing? I'm vaguely insulted by that...))

((TeCh, the BWO's transport is a dropship. That's kind of hard to put under a dock. It's slightly bigger than an Arachnos Flyer like out of the Breakout mission.))

"Well then let's move!" Martin shouted, "Git to the Council base and help those fascists blow apart some twisted toys! To Hell with the ambush! There's a life to be saved! MOVE!"