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I read most of the OP. I agree that PvP does have a steep learning curve and etc but he seems to lean increasing PvE in pvp zones and throwing PvP a few bones. In my opinion, there should be little, if any, pve in PvP zones. A hapless PvEr wanders into WB to get a nuke and gets killed by a stalker/blaster. The PvEr now is hostile toward PvP and won't give it a chance.

ASSSSCCEEEND!

Aw. I missed it

1: Give Vampires and Ghosts and Werewolves their OWN costumes - not cut outs from other villian groups.

2: Useelee GM plz. kthx

3: Give out Halloween costume part recipes as ToT gifts!

4: Moar cowbell.

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Suddenly a huge lazah came from no where and hit Kaega in the back, knocking him down.

"SHOOP DA WOOP!" screamed a voice from the shadows.

Kaega was stunned and couldn't see the attacker's features. Just before he could gather his conscionus, he heard 'IMMA CHARGIN MAH LAZAH!!1'

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"Never steal a wheel belonging to the bat mobile."

ok i knew all of those, but i guess the target is the low levels who don't know lol

keep your team window up, sometimes it's hard to distinguish if an npc just died or a teammate in a large mob..

learn how to look at the screen while typing or don't type during a battle

NEVER PULL A LIEUTENANT OR BOSS SURROUNDED BY ENEMIES! <-- That's a given, but it's ok if they're a straggler and a good deal away..

Never get team teleport in the hopes of saving your team if they start to die, it's too much of a hastle unless in an open area with no enemies except what you're fighting, I did it once and brought my whole group (all red health) into ANOTHER group, completely full, so no chance of reviving and killing off the rest..

in a PL group, the leader, tank, your mentor, are always right, if they're grouchy people that could be the difference between being PL'd and being kicked..

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lolwut

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lemme show you my oldest.

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Fool! Now Greyle will come in his party van!

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But seriously, she's adorable.

Ya know, some people don't really care that much to type up a paragraph response to an idea that probably came from a 5 year old on LSD. A simple 'no' isn't going to derail a thread.

On that matter, will /signed be a no-no since it doesn't do diddly-[censored] for anyone?

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I have addressed the problem with polls in my OP. Frankly, 90% "the people" are morons.

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A statement like this begs the question "And you're not because?" Accusing people who disagree with you of being morons is arrogant, self-righteous and not a little egocentric. With a premise like "Other people are stupid, I'm not, so things should be like I say they should be." you may as well not even bother. That just don't fly.

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Again you are missing the point, and making a personal attack. I think it was P.T. Barnum who said "no one ever lost a buck by under estimating the intelligence of the American public." Just because some thing is popular doesn't mean it's good. The Back Street Boys sell a whole lot of CDs, and yet the Ramones never got to do a world wide arena tour. Go figure.

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We all enjoy the quiet perception that our is the truly "good" taste.

Your is actually a good example: Back Street Boys was marketted, in its demographic, towards teens.

Guess what a large part of the MMO demographic is?

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Stoners?

That's sad. Even Mace blows Ice out of the water...

Yes, we need moar blades, and moar lethal damage, the most resisted type of damage in the game, so we can become gimped.

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What do y'all think?
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Well...I'd say far better paintshop sk1llz than the whole PWNZ forum...if that's saying anything

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I beg to differ, kind sir!

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I choose you, PWNZ Court!

Ignore the fact that Trafalgar is in there. He's kind of "busy" at the moment.

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fixt.

TL;DR

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I came.

Pretty good guide. You even convinced me to take the Medicine power pool (I despised it for MMs).

Uhm. Traps =/= Devices.

Force Field Generator provides mez protection

Triage Beacon gives +Regen and can't be destroyed by foes

Poison Trap gives a pretty good hold and debuffs well too.

Poison Motor (or whatever the hell its called) gives a nice ranged debuff too.

Seeker Drones (although slow) give some good debuffs too.

Don't forget the mines.

And the Detonater is just there. Prolly the most worthless power out of the set.

Traps is not a pulling set. If anything, Poison is the pulling set (trow poison + BG = Happy MM and pissed off pets)

Eh. Even with shields and sorts, I still don't like Orbiting Death. I never liked those DoT auras...especially the ones without any secondary effects.

But otherwise, very nice guide and suggested build

Fine.

I guess you can go crazy with the pistols as soon as your out of options in the mid 40s.

Jesus, you pistol lovers act like the man spit on your mother. So what if he didn't put attacks? MMs do not need them. Instead of looking like an Emo Neo loser with your duel pistols and the sucky damage from them, get something from the pool powers like Acro, hasten, heal self or something from the Leadership pool <_<. You shouldnt try to blast the baddies your self. You'll draw aggro to your self pre-bruiser. A MM should always be on the defensive/supportive, letting his henchman do the damage while throwing debuffs/buffs

'BUT WUT IF THEY die?!!!1'

Then resummon. Move on.

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kid - "Now we know"

Sargent Slaughter - "And knowing is half the battle"

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Isnt the other half kicking a$$?

This is one of the greatest guides i have every seen
(right next to snipefu's )

*bows down*

Ok, i know this is my first story, so dont be TOO harsh.

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James Rush was born in Compton California on 1971 to a bellow par family that lived on Piru street. He was a healthy child [as far as the doctors could see], was very friendly to his older brother Chris, and got Above average grades in school.

However, at age 11, he ran into the Notorious street gang known today as the Crips while walking back from school. There were 3 of them. One was short and stubby, just about James' size. One was tall and wore blue bandanas on his arm. The last one was almost engraved with all the tattoos on his arms. James could smell the familliar scent of weed- a scent that was common to his nose.
"Yo lil' man!" said the tall one. His voice was raspy nad James could tell he smoked.
"Wanna join our cool 'club'....".
"Uhh...not now.." James retorted almost automatically.
"But its off da chain" said the short Crip. He had a solid gold tooth and as he spoke he trailed off in his words.
"Look, i know who you punks are, yall the Crips. My big brother told me about you. You aint nothing but trouble" James said.
The three Crips begain mumbling to one another and spoke with a heavy dose of slang and cussing. The thing that scared James the most was that they said the name of his brother over and over again.
"Fine then, we don't need yo lil [censored] in the Crips anyway." Said the short crip.
All three of the crips walked away. James had a burning feeling in his stomach. Not from the encounter with crips, but for the fact that some how his brother Chris was related to them...

During the night, James awoke to the sound of his mom crying downstairs. He rushed down there, where he found her, his dad, and a polic officer.

"Wha-what happend?" said James sheepishly.
With a deep sigh, the officer replied to his question.

"James... I'm afraid your brother has been shot and killed by the Crips..."

"NOOOO..that can't be! Why???!" yelled James desperatly [sp]

"Well, James, Chris was a big time drug dealer for the Bloods. Earlier today the Crips were recruiting others for a massive assualt on him and his drug ring. The co-leader of this part of Compton is known as Lil Blue and is followed by his 'guards', Ink and 40 Z."

Immdiatly James thought of the three goons he saw earlier today.

"I-I.." James begain to ball up his fist, but soon realized he was powerless to stop the Crips....for now. He walked back upstairs into his room. He couldn't dechipher who he was more mad at; the crips for killing his brother, or the Bloods for bringing his brother in this. Then that night he made a vow. A vow that he should avenge his brother for his death...


Over the years, James had begain working out at the gym. Ironically, his grades slipped ,too. He begain street fighting to toughen his body up. Under the name 'G', he quickly defeated all of his opponents.
"Yo, dat dude is crazy! It's like he has some sort of super powers that makes him stronger and he can take a few slugs to da head too!" said Kenny the fist, leader of the unofficial street fights.

At 18, James dropped out of Compton County College.

"I don't think it will matter to my future" he said to his parents who were furious at his actions.

At age 19, he was the Street Fighting Champion of Compton. He now could participate in the State finals in L.A., where he heard that Lil Blue was attending. Perhaps he could even the score with Blue and be Champion at the same time.
So James ran away from home with some clothes, 300 dollars, and a mental list the states-

Things to do- 1 Kill Lil Blue. 2 Win tournament. 3 Avoid police.

But before he reached the tournament, he spotted Lil Blue at a resturant. The sight of him made him rage with anger. He hastily broke into the resturant and did a Haymaker on Lil Blue, which automatically killed him. It seemed that 40 Z and Ink wre replaced with bigger brutes. James rushed [no pun intended] at the first one, sending him threw a glass window. The second one grabbed a broken beer bottle and tryed to smash it on James, but to his surprise it shattered about 3 inches away from his skin..it was like he had a shield protecting him. James countered with a uppercut to the chin, sending the brute up into the sky and landing on a table, which broke. By the time polic arrived withe drones, they found him mercilessly stomping on the body of a bodyguard.

"THATS WHAT YOU GET FOR KILLING MY BROTHER!!!" he screamed. He was about to say more was zapped by a polic drone and sent to the Ziggaraut, a place where super powered threats are imprisoned. He was sentanced to Jail For Life, but that wasn't the thing that bothered him. He knew that he ruined his life, and that IF he escaped this Hell-Hole, he couldnt get a job or have a normal life. Ever. Again.

James begain working out again in the Zig, and was given the AT title 'Brute'.

"What the Hell is a Brute?" he said to the warden.
"What you are.." the warden replied flattly.

4 years after being sent to Zig, Arachnos planned a huge scale jail break for the Zig and exucuted [sp] it. Thousands and thousands of thugs swarmed out of Prison. "Yes! Recluse has opened a window of hope for me.." he mumbled while arrising from his cell. But he needed a costume and a name. Quickly, he raided the supplies of the Jail, stealing 2 black bandanas, some leather boots, tech pants, and two dandoliers of bullets.
" I need a good name still.." he mumbled.
"The death destroyer! Hells fist! Bob!" he thought out loud.

"Ahh screw it. I'll just use Dark G. Short and simple, nothing flasy or crappy." he said


He took a gulp of fresh air as he walked out of the Zig.
"Well, i guess I'm an Official Villian." he said

"Yeah, don't get too cocky.." said the Arachnos Pilot.

"I won't" he replied


"But i still don't know what the hell is a brute.."



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As I said before, this is my first story, so lay off the criticism!