Patchworks

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Anyone have any other ideas for the next City of … game? I’m thinking:

City of Porn

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I thought they released that as 'The Sims Online"

Good to know! I didn't know it defaulted in that manner

In game type /bind_save then log out.

Find the keybind file (usually keybinds.txt) and copy it a buncha times renaming each one differently (Keybind1.txt, keybind2.txt, etc . . .) then when you go into the file (with notepad or wordpad) you just change that one line (numpad0 in the OP's case) to play the saying and load the next file.

To load the file from in game from the chat prompt you type /bind_load_file [path to file]. i.e. if I have the file on my C drive and in the folder 'Stuff' it would be /bind_load_file c:\stuff\keybind3.txt Alternately you can load the default keybinds file (to copy the same keybinds over to more than one character) by typing /bind_load.

If you are using the command from within a macro/bind leave off the slash as shown in the OP's example.

When you open the keybinds file with notepad a lot of it will become clear. It'll list the key and then stuff next to it that that particular key does.

"Chief Hopkins" eh? I smell a Crey conspiracy! Well that and burning stuff...

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Also, I'm getting quite good at pulling as a Scrapper. I've become a good judge of distance. I'll get my Spine/Regen scrapper to within 60 yards of the closest mob, and just wait. Within a few seconds, he'll turn to face me. Usually there's anywhere from 1 - 10 second pause where the mob is thinking "hey, is that a hero is see over yonder?" Eventually he'll whip out his pistol and take a shot. As soon as I see him reach for his gun I back peddle. I have to take that first shot of course. But that mob now has to come running after me, seperating himself from the group. Just back peddle a safe distance from the whole group and engage the mob alone.

Even better, sometimes he'll bring one two of his friends. I can handle 3 minions at once no problem. And now that scary group is 3 minions less to deal with. So far, I havn't encountered a case where the whole group comes ... just 3 at most.

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The proximity aggro seems to work really well with my scrapper as well. The other thing I've noticed is that the closer you are to the spawn point of the group when you actually do damage (if you happened to pull more than you intended), the more likely it is that the whole group will continue to follow you instead of turning around and heading back when you get outta range.

Candace peeked around the corner looking for Antonio. The hallway was empty. She faded into the shadows and quietly moved to the front door. Stepping outside Candi spotted the booth sitting outside city hall. Mustering up her courage she ducked inside. She sat down smoothing her skirt as she read the directions on the booth. Her platform heels hung above the floor as she leaned forward and pressed the activation button. An electronic voice piped up.

"Please state your name and security level."

"Candace Revere, but my nickname is Candi Raver, ummm....security level 20"

"Can you please tell us about your origin and powers?"

"Well I guess I'm a mutant. I woke up and there they were. I have some mental powers, Antonio calls it mind control but I dunno. I can also make people think they're feeling good and healing faster and then they do. I'm not quite sure how it works."

"Please tell us about any hobbies or interests you might have?"

"Well I like techno and raves but I have to be really careful because of the accident, so I don't go as much any more. For right now it's schoolwork. I know I'm boring."

"How would you describe yourself?"

"Confused. I was in a coma for a while and I don't remember much about anything before that. It's hard not knowing if someone you see in a restaurant was someone you knew or what you used to do or where you lived or anything. It's frustrating."

"Do you think you are easy to get along with?"

"I think so unless you're an idiot. I'm told I'm pretty sarcastic when I get annoyed but I don't see it really."

"Please tell us a little about one of your recent missions?"

"Oh my god, there was this stupid mission where they wanted me to go clear out this tattoo parlor and find these 'magic' tattoos. Yeah, right, 'magic' tattoos, I'm so sure, like they prolly just put LSD in the ink or something. So anyhow it's like really late at night and there was -no- backup. Talk about a pain in the butt. So I go in and there's Tsoo -all- over the place. I mean I can handle them but it takes -forever- whispering to Bob Tsoo to tell him that his buddy hates him and then waiting while they beat each other up so I can arrest them. Chasing those annoying sorcerors around when they teleport like a hundred yards away, ugh, next time I'm telling them they have to give me a partner so I don't have to stay up all night trying to finish these assignments when I've got fricken homework to do."

"Why do you wish to appear on Big Brother: Heroes?"

"Well the exposure actually. I'm hoping my parents will see me and contact me. I don't even know who they are and no one seems to be able to find them."

"What do you think you will be able to bring to the Big Brother house?"

"Ummmm, I'm not sure. Fun maybe? Sanity? Reason? I can't really answer this cause I don't know any of the other people, I mean like some people need someone to listen and others need a boot to the head, but like I don't what I'd do until I'm there."

"What would you do if you win Big Brother Heroes?"

"Well if nobody I used to know contacts the show, I know I'd give the money to the Paragon orphanage. No one should have to go through life without some sort of parents."

10) ((OOC question: How regularly can/do you post?))

At least once a day.

11) ((OOC question: Do you wish to be picked?))

Sure sounds like fun

I think the thing I remember most about the home I once knew is the wonderful smells; bread baking, fields of morning glories, the warm smell of the afternoon rain. These things left an indelible imprint on me, working their magic upon a troubled youth.

I used to walk down to the railyard by the creek and watch as the revivalists held their baptisms in the cool water. I often thought as they did. I would sit and listen to them for hours on Sunday morning. Wondering if their God would accept someon like me. Thoughts of the Devil and sinners and the Lord in heaven filled my head. I would often wonder what heaven and hell are like. Milk and honey, fields of gold, the stench of burning flesh, the screams of the damned.

It was sitting by the creek under the shade of the old oak tree that I first laid eyes on her. She was a pretty thing, delicate lavender dress, big wondering eyes that looked as if the world held nothing but secrets for her to fathom. She was about sixteen or so and was attending one of the church functions with her family. She had a sister who was soft and fat and seemed to be the center of everyone's attention. Everyone's but mine.

I remember the smell of the food as the long tables were piled high with the delicious morsels. The food for the worth: the Godly. I had never seen so much food all in one place. Before I knew it, I had crept closer to the sweet rewards.

Just then she spied me. She curled her lips in a mischievous grin and waved me over. She acted shy but I knew that wasn't in her actual thoughts. She invited me to have some food as there was plenty to go round. I felt myself tremble at her nearness, but I accepted. She grabbed a plate and heaped it high with fried chicken and dumplings and homemade apple pie. Then she practically dragged me away to the edge of the railyard, away from the others.

She seemed fascinated by me. She gazed on as I devoured the feast. In between bites she would ask me questions. Who I was, where I came from, what did I do.

I did my best to entertain her, making up stories of heroes and adventure. Embellishing my humble beginnings for the sake of her rapt attention. She giggled with delight and would often spout, "Truly?" with wide-eyed wonder.

The day grew late and dusk came, bringing the smells of the night with it; cool air and the nearby river adding their scents to the mix. She pulled me to my feet and hugged me. I shivered.

"Are you cold?" she questioned, feeling my tremor.

"A little," I lied.

She just shrugged and pulled me closer into her. I felt my face flush. Knowing my shame. We could never be together. The people who traveled in her circles would never accept someone like me. Even though I know I am not on the road to hell, they would see me as a sinner. Someone unworthy.

I left her there by the banks of the river. I lay her gently down on the sweet wet grass, smelling her fragrance one last time. The sweet smells of my past mingling with it. Looking upon her as she lay quietly, almost like sleeping. Almost.

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This short story is written from the villain's point of view. Sort of a flashback of a type of Hannibal character, both intelligent and psychotic. I was looking to create a recurring villain to provide a foil for a hero character.

Can someone mirror it for you?

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Oooooh, rp? Can I play a battalion commander?

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If by battalion commander, you mean "cannon fodder." We'll all be cannon fodder (you'll see what I mean when the event draws near).

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Yay, mor RP! ...er....cannon fodder.....somwon bringing dere parents?

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Hello Mudder....
Hello Fodder.....
Writing to you....
From camp Grenata

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I suppose there are Japanese fanboys among the Hmong, just like in whitebread America. How many Caucasian heroes are there currently running around with katanas? Hm?

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Hmmm, I saw a Hissing Chicken over on Pinnacle running around with one, though I think he was actually trying to cross the road.

As for the Tsoo, place the tip of your tongue on the roof of your mouth then say "soo" normally. That should prolly get ya close.
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If you actually locked a mime in an invisible, soundproof box who would know the difference?

Gotta go wit de mimes being foney.

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Lazier:

Lazier immediately covered himself in force fields to defend against whatever that... thing could come up with. He decided that a good impression might lighten his beating a bit, although from the looks of the creature, he wouldn't stop until he got too tired to continue. "Pleasure to meet you. My name is Lazier Beeme, what's yours?" he said. " Please don't kill me. Please don't kill me. Please don't kill me," is what he thought.

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"Hi dere!" Patchy waved, "Dey call me Patchworks or somtimes Patchy dat gud too." he finished bobbing his head.

(OOC: Patchy is BSD/Regen scrapper with the powers in those sets, as well as Super Jump, and a couple of others)

Ugh, this is so not cool, Candi thought to herself. I don't know anything about leading heroes.

The makeshift contingent of heroes Rick Davies had put together was off on their first mission. This, the first strike force, was combing Atlas for the sleepers, while the next teams were being assembled.

We'll see if this works. Candi looked around at the other heroes under her command as they came upon the first of the sleepers pulling citizens from their cars to kill them.

"Here we go!" she shouted, "You know what to do!" hoping that they all did and that they wouldn't have to rely on her for instruction.

The first beast growled with frustration as it was locked unmoving in a block of ice. As a blue man with claws leapt past it he dropped the teleport beacon onto it and continued onwards towards the rest of the mob. With a bright blue flash and a 'whop' of displaced air the beast vanished to be held in the makeshift stasis field hastily erected deep in the heart of 'the Zig'.

One down a thousand to go, but at least it's working so far,

A dark blast of energy caught one of the fragile flyers headlong and she tumbled to the earth. Candi knelt to heal her but a large shadow blocked out the light. A hideously mutated man loomed over her about to bring its fists down. Candi fell back as the thing suddenly disappeared leaving a grinning Patchworks in view from where he had placed a beacon on its back.

"Thanks, Patchy" she sighed with relief.

He waved and waded back in to help the others. The dark, tentacled sleepers were sniping the support teams that were hanging back trying to keep the monsters locked down. The melees were doing their best to keep the sleepers attention focused on them without hurting them too badly, but it was rough going. A few of the sleepers died as heroes were forced to protect themselves or others. Through the war of attrition, heroes vanished as their rescue net transporters saved them from certain death and sleepers winked out as the strike team's members got close enough to attach their beacons. Then, suddenly, it was over. The heroes cheered into the aftermath of the battle. This went on for a minute then Candi called out.

"We've got to get back!" she yelled over the celebration. "We need to resupply and tell the others what they're up against."

The others agreed and they headed back towards City Hall.

Patchworks works for Crey though he doesn't realize what they're about. He's much too naive, and I think they aren't sure what to do with him.

Candi has been working for Antonio Nash, whom she has a big crush on, and trying to decide what to do with her life besides superheroing.

Patchworks looked over at Lazier and cocked his head. He seemed to be listening to something. He didn't really seem to do much else and stood there in front of the smaller hero glowing silently.

Patchworks walks in and says, "Tanks for dis gide, it help lots! I soree bout de bad speling dat jus how I tok"

Problems.... the voice faded in. Patch recognized it as Cybertron, the former owner of his right arm. The girl..... it whispered.

The sparring forgotten, Patch turned and heard Akiza cry out as she fell. In one bounce he was by her side.

"Oooh, yoo not look gud," he said helping her to her feet. "Yoo okay?"

Patchworks stood by the edge of the gymnasium by the wall and watched the show. The guy who talked kinda funny asked someone to hit him so Alan obliged. He glanced around and saw all the people he had met so far, and several that he hadn't.

"Yar dere -are- a lots of peeples heer. It like a hol armee!" he mused to the nearby basketball hoop."

"Dey call me Patchworks, or yoo can call me Patchy if yoo want dat okees too. Wat dey call yoo?" Patch tried to sit on the chair, realized it was too small, scratched his head in confusion for a minute and sat on the floor instead. He was then near eye-level to the newcomer. "I not no wat for lunch but de tummy it hungry. I hope dey gots skettios dey gud!"

Awaking to the sound of the bugle, Patchworks bounced off to where he was told the PT would start. He arrived and ducked into the room. Seeing people already there he waited by the wall to see what happened next.

"No, dey must be inst...instru...de teechers," He whispered to a nearby chair. "Yar dey almost big as me! Dat gud den I not git chin dent in de middle from look down at de peeple dis time." He looked up and cocked his head to one side, "Maybe, I not no. Maybee skettio's, dat wuld be gud!"

"Ooh I not shur I tink dey tink I look like a blankee or somting. Dey sew me togeter wit de difrent parts of de heros dat not make it." Patch bowed his head at this, "Dis arm, it from Cybertron,"he held up his right arm, "and dese ar de feetsees of de Earthquake. But dey stil heer, dey tell me tings and help me wen I need help,"

"Yar!" Patch replied appearing to talk to the wall where a small potted plant sat on a shelf. "No, dat's not rite. I tink he a gud guy like me! Oooh okees, I ask"

"Dey say to ask wen de training is in de morning,"

The aide ran headlong into the room where Azuria and the others were planning.

"Ma'am! We traced the broadcast to..."

"A warehouse in Striga Isle?" Azuria finished for him.

"Er, yes. How did you know?"

"A few heroes came to the same conclusions through other means" she replied, thinking of Bloodfang. "We need to get this information to every hero with a portable transponder. Make sure the message is encoded, I want to give them every chance of pulling this off successfully."

As the aide ran off to transmit, another scientist ran quickly up to the group of leaders huddled around the table.

"This just came in from some heroes at the hospital,"

Antonio took the message from him and quickly scanned it, "Hmmm now that's a break. According to this, a few heroes were able to use hold powers to stop the berzerk citizens without them exploding and without killing them. If they don't go unconscious they don't blow up."

"We don't have enough controllers in the city to handle this though," Susan Davies chimed in.

"If we can get them to handle the most dangerous or perhaps get them to help the heroes heading to Striga we might be able to cut this off at the pass," Rick Davies mused to her.

"Get on it, you two are in charge of this part of the plan," Azuria told them. "May our luck hold out"

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Bubble Gump was tired. The effects of a good shrimp dinner were starting to make him yawn. He looked up at the commotion outside the window of the restaurant and saw a giant monstrosity pick up a police car and hurl it down the street.

Forrest always said people should help each other he thought to himself.

He stood up and moved out of the restaurant keeping an eye on the beast. His control had improved since Nam. The training making his powers more responsive and more fluid. Now if he didn't always need someone helping him by telling him what to do with them.

"Oh my God someone stop it!" a woman screamed from nearby as the thing bore down upon her.

The thought snapped in his head as soon as she had said it. His hands glowed as he locked the creature in a detention field, holding it immobile. The woman immediately got up and ran away as fast as she could.

Bubble stood there for a long time just holding the field around the unmoving monster.

He stood there some more.

"Are you going to take it to jail, mister?" a little girl had crept up to him and tugged on his fatigues.

"Oh, I knew there was something I forgot," Bubba replied. The girl ran quickly back to her parents as Bubble used the transmitter to contact his higher ups.

A second beast had arrived unseen. It picked up a mailbox and with little effort hurled it towards Bubble. The impact broke Bubble's concentration, freeing the first monster, and knocking him into unconsciousness. His last thought before the hospital teleporters whisked him away, was that he had forgotten to activate his person bubble again.

The raised voices outside caused Candace and Antonio to look up, then quickly at each other. Something was wrong in the M.A.G.I. offices nearby. Candi faded out of sight then crept towards the office.

The panicked voices inside were talking, excitedly about the Council. Candi listened for a minute then, suddenly, Azuria lifted her head from what looked like a charred note and looked directly at Candi.

"I see you there," she called, "Come, get Antonio, this concerns all of us in a bad way.

Candi, chastened, let her stealth field drop and turned to go retrieve Antonio. As she did she ran headlong into both Patchworks and Jonathan who had come into the hall to meet with the other branches.

"Ooops, I soree," Patch said picking Candi up and setting her back on her feet.

"It's okay, it was my fault," she replied stepping around the giant.

"Jonathan!" Azuria called, spotting him in the hall. She waved him in as Candi ran to Antonio's office and quickly related what Azuria had said. They both hurried to the M.A.G.I. office where Jonathan and Patchworks now stood with the leaders of the other branches, Susan and Rick Davies.

"Okay, Patch tell them what happend," Jonathan prompted.

"Hi Dere!" Patchworks replied, "I try to save dis ladee but den she git de glowing eyes and dis glowie ting on her hed, den she beet up som Hellyons and den she jump up and com to beet me up and so I kinda hit her on de hed and den she blow up so I com heer to see if dats normal"

"That corresponds with the reports we've been getting from all parts of the city," a junior officer offered to Azuria.

"Patch can you describe this symbol for me?" Azuria asked quickly.

Patch screwed up his face in concentration and thought for a moment, "Well it kinda twisty and make circles and den dere's a glowie part and den it go like dat," he answered making a slash in the air with one finger.

Azuria smiled and said, "Okay Patch, let's try this. I want you to imagine the symbol in your mind like the lady is standing in front of you with it on her head." Patch closed his eyes and gritted his teeth as he pictured the scene. Azuria touched him lightly on the temples and the glowing symbol appeared floating between them for all to see. Azuria blanched.

"This is extremely bad...." she trailed off.