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I am all for Sanity Pax. I dont care who does it so much as only a handful really speak to her on it directly so that our concerns, wishes and fishes are truly heard and with little energon and alot of luck see a good bit come to life for the editors about.

Just going ot on a limb here but: MGC and MadScientist (and yes I know there are others) really seem to be spearheading quite a bit of this.

Let them be the primary POC (assuming they want to be) and we filter the info through them as we have been (through the multiple issue consolidation threads)

It keeps the input sane and reasonable. A level of trust is built and we have a better chance of being heard.

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Base ability to teleport into Icon or WW or Trainer directly.

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This idea is OK, although personally I'd like to see in-base terminals that can provide these functions.


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As would I , but might as well ask for both if one is easier than the other to impliment.

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I second the suggestion for taller stair pieces.

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This is a great idea - a stair with the same dimensions as the current stairs, but twice as tell for double-stacked flooring. I could seriously use something like this for my teleporter floors, which are double-stacked for hanging beacons.

Which brings to mind another request I have - stackable spiral staircases. When creating a room with multiple "floors" (like with those arcane wall-mounted platforms, etc.), a spiral staircase would be the perfect addition to help get to the top "floor". Something 1x1x1 for example, with the ability to stack another on top for rooms with higher ceilings.

And also - why are there no tech wall-mounted platforms? Seems unbalanced in that aspect IMHO.

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Going to expand on the Stairs:

Stair placement in doorways. Decoration concerns sometimes force designers to have a room be one level and the next room be a different level, with no actual ability to place stairs and Doorway "Rooms" do not allow ANY Items.

Hell if possible allow the doorway to be stairs to the next room.

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Absolutely nothing should be higher priority than Cathedral of Pain. Without it, bases are just glorified chat rooms and trams.

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Some of us are fine with that Haet

Issue:

Moving Base rooms once decorated is nigh impossible with a fully decorated room due to "Door Blocking Issues". If it was legal for the previous location it should be legal for the new location.

Issue: Inability to place room and select actual location of door way. The UI Limits location of door based on room location and it can prove difficult to get the door where you want based on the lay out of base already.

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[ QUOTE ][*]Supergroup missions based upon Villain/Hero Group: Function is to allow groups who have a particular focus the ability to do an Arc of missions against only a specific type.

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What about... different SG Missions build you up towards related SG Mayhems.

For example, if you help complete a COT SG Mission (whether its from your mission computer or you jump in on someone else's team) in SG Mode then your SG gets 1 credit towards a COT SG Rumble. If you help complete a Nemesis SG Mission, your SG gets 1 credit towards a Nemesis SG Rumble. And so on.

Maybe it takes 25 credits to unlock the ability to run the Rumble once. at an average of 5 people on a team doing this as a SG that's 5 mission, like Mayhems. (Sure it's more for a soloist, but what isn't?)

Then whatever the special rewards are, they can be keyed to beating the Rumble mission itself. I do like the idea of the reward being something "extra" and not just taking large Prestige gains onto the mayhem-like mission if you succeed - THAT would be skewed too much to non-soloists.

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I like this enhancement and functionality as you describe Mad. go with that in leiu of my original.

Brandon remains teh Awesome =)

*trips over the otterjaw while looking for her own*

Wow on so many levels.

Slavedawg Victorious! Very nice end result!!

Very Nice Dawg. Lucky otter !!

<ul type="square"> [*] Raid Teleporter functionality provides team ability to use teleporter to get to mission site directly vs set spawn point for teleporters
[*] Base ability to teleport into Icon or WW or Trainer directly.
[*] Variable Size / Function teleporters as previously suggested with modified footprint, control, crafting costs.
[*] Teleport Beacons have their 'blocking' rules adjusted. I am including this here as it directly affects teleporter improvements. One of the largest headaches I have is designing the look of the beacon placement for:
Ease of Visibility to people can know where they are going
Decorations around it. Frequently run into blocking issues
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<ul type="square">[*]Supergroup missions based upon Villain/Hero Group: Function is to allow groups who have a particular focus the ability to do an Arc of missions against only a specific type.

Pro: Roleplay, Theme, Style, Good for Group Events
Con: Would require reduced XP to prevent abuse (choosing only freaks for example)
[*]Mission Rewards Unlock unique decorative items specifically trophies ala Batman's Giant penny.

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Ultimate Dream but not feasable unless entire issue was set to it, Custom missions designed by the SG through the computer.

Holy Hell...thats nice LJ!!!

Email was sent yesterday =)

Very Nice Kilo. I definately like some of the small details you put in. As they saying goes, the Devils in the details and they can turn a flat story into something you can feel. You do a good job of that.

I agree with others, I especially like the use of 'in game mechanics' in writing, the use of salvage and the like. I look forward to seeing more writing by you.

'Tis good writing, Tundara. There are several artists who will trade writing for art. I am the same way in terms of length so i understand your warning. When I did a trade with Cyberlynx It was supposed to be a 2 page deal...I think he got 10.


May the art flow in your direction and I look forward to seeing the writing to match!!!

/waiting for patch note to say pkpkg spammers have had their site shut down and their bodies dismembered/

Happy Birthday!! /offers Pecan Pie since its nutty!

Beautiful color work LJ

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Awesome work Plas! I couldn't be happier with it!

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Excellent!!

Glad you noticed. Alot of names I use are homage or reference to stories and characters that always struck a chord with me.

I think Ill make it a contest...if someone gets ALL the references they get a cameo in the next story =)

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Stephen King meets Firefly? :P Nice writing

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I've never had that said before. ...but I can live with having elements of Joss and King =).

Joss Whedon is definately an inspiration for me, as is Aaron Sorkin. Most of my dialogue tends to have their...flavor to it.

You both had insomnia? that sucks. but I love the pic say say.

And part 2 with cameos by some notable folks...and Bloodwolfe.



"Is there anything on the radio?" A hushed female voice asked from the darkness. The voice trembled with fear in every syllable, begging and pleading for the hope there was something.

"Nothing for 2 days now." The man shook his head glancing at the old radio. He adjusted some dials and made sure it still had power, but it was silent. "WGAR was the last station broadcasting, I think they were out of Denver. Their last transmission was playing some fourth of july music to try and give people hope."

"Do you think, do you think they..."

"I honestly don't know anymore Sarah. I hope so, maybe the Shamblers got too close, heard the noise and they had to shut down for a bit. Maybe they will be back up in a few days."

"Maybe they are all dead. Maybe we are all thats left Kyle." She replied as she clutched her knees to her chest. She bit her lip as a roach crawled across her shoe and closed her eyes trying to forget everything that had happened.

Kyle sighed again and unplugged the radio to save what little power they had. The old supermarket store room had been the only place within miles they had been able to find that was moderately defensible when "they" came. Two entrances that were both steel doors, no windows, plenty of food, a back up generator and concrete walls. Three others had been with them when they started, seven had joined since; isolation and supply runs had dwindled that just to the two of them and a small girl by the name of Rebecca. That was in a month. Her favorite game was hide and seek in the crates that filled Storeroom.

"Sarah, have you seen Rebecca?"

"No..." she whispered back. They knew better than to talk too loudly. Loud noise attracted Them. Almost any noise did, especially voices. The two began to move about the small warehouse, using flash lights to signal each other when they got out of line of sight. They had been conserving power so only had the barred skylights on the roof providing light and it had been getting night, when the Shamblers came mostly. No one knew why but they didn't seem as active in day as they did at night.

Kyle flashed his light a few times and Sarah hurried over as quick as she could through the dry goods. "What is it?" She whispered.

"I found her doll by this AC Vent. I think she's in the duct system..."

"But that leads..."

"Outside I know."

"What if she becomes on of them or gets bitten before she comes back?"

"We could seal it up now?"

"But what if she is ok then we leave her out there to die...she's only 9."

"You can't have it both ways Sarah."

Sarah nodded her head and looked at the open grate for a long time in silence."Seal it."

The sound of banging came through the grate as Kyle screwed the grate closed and put some heavy metal crates that had been part of the butcher shop in the attached store against it. It took him nearly three hours to get them moved as heavy as they were and no one from inside would have the leverage to do so.

That night Sarah and Kyle listened to the sound of a crying child in the echo through the vents asking to be let back in. Telling themselves they made the right call, only time and their concience would tell otherwise.


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"Are you sure there isn't another way General Aarons?" The captain asked.

"No. There is no other way. Vanguard assured me this was it before we lost them Labor Day weekend."

"Sir, you realize this will affect the one's who aren't infected."

"I know, but I am thinking of all the ones who are. The Reapers can't be allowed to grow in numbers or power. They are too much of a threat. Launch the satellite."

"Y..yes Sir." The Captain said as he pushed the red button launching the last satellite to go up from Cape Canveral. It had taken them two months to get it constructed with Vanguards help and another two months to get the launch facility prepped and secure to get it airborne.

They were calling it Morningstar. It was a technomagical hybrid satellite that would project a field around earth removing all the heroes unique abilities of travel and severely limiting their powers. What was left of the U.S. government was fractured and mostly run by the military, and it reacted to the threat the only way it knew how. DC was a crater, as was London, Moscow, Beijing. Tokoyo, Coastal Australia, the phillipines, Hawaii and parts of Alaska had been submerged in other attempts to stop the epidemic. All had failed. The only thing they had left was to try and bring the super powered creatures under some control so that they could be beaten. It was decided by the President before Airforce one crashed into the risen deck of the Edmund Fitzgerald that it was worth the risk.

The captain muttered a small prayer, "God save our souls for what we do. I hope he is forgiving today."

The General looked at him impassively as the rocket launched. "You'll see this was the right decision son."

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"Hey Blood?" The woman asked.

"What?" He growled back, the blue glow eminating off his arms the only light in the room.

"I found out what happened here."

"So?" He snapped back, tired mentally after nearly a year of this.

"Looks like right After they launched Morningstar a bunch of telepathic Reapers showed up. Aaron's had his face eaten by some captain who got bit."

"Serves him right, listening to Crey and Vanguard were mistakes. I'dve killed him myself when I heard he got the tech designs from Crey."

"Yeah well, it's a lil late now."

"I know. Did you get the transmitter up?"

"Yeah, you sure about this plan Wolfe?" A third person asked as they crawled over the facility.

"No, but they have the best intact comm gear there is within the US. Maybe we can get a signal to another world and get off this dead rock. Save the people we can and just be out of here."

"Fair enough." She said quietly lifting one of the blinds to look over the mist filled landscape. "How longs it been since the Mist showed up?"

"I dont know Larissa." Bloodwolfe replied lifting an energy infused hand to weld some metal plates over the door. "6 months. At least since Christmas."

"Thought so." She said turning from the window to help get the signal gear prepped. "Thought about who or where?"

"Primal earth...and whoever listens."

"Good choice." Larissa responded. "Lady Judgement, you ready over there?"

"Yeah Celtic has the final wires patched together and we have enough juice for a good pulse."

"Lets do it." Bloodwolfe stabbed the red button angrily, his hand still covered in light blue flame.

"This is Bloodwolfe, of Earth 426. We are dying here, the Shamblers came, then the reapers. There's only handful of pockets of humanity left. Please help get us away from this dead planet before they kill us all." The camera exploded in a ball of light as the charge overloaded it. He sheilded his eyes and looked up to the two near the array hatch. "Did we make it?"

"I hope so. I've set the beacon to have them come to the hospital when they get here. It's the best location we have." Lightspeed replied, huffing a bit as she blurred in.

"Alright, let's get going before some Reapers get too curious about the explosion." He looked back to the smoldering camera. "Yeah, god help us....no one else has."

This is part 1 of the story for art trade working with Bloodwolfe, I apologize for it taking so long. Blood did a beautiful piece for me and has only asked for a cameo in this. So I am making it a....ahem larger cameo than usual

This story is the lead up to an event I will be hosting on Virtue for my SG and friends in the near future...as always feedback is welcome, wanted et al


"Mmm baby are you sure about this?" The boy asked.

"It's been three years now, Eric. I've thought it through and I'm ready. This is my valentines present to you." She said looking down at him. The lights were dimmed in the old volkswagon van. Shelly pushed her blonde hair back over one ear, brushing the loops of her earrings as she did. Catlike green eyes looked down at her boyfriend since junior year of high school with complete, total and utterly sweet love. She straddled his hips and put her hands down on his bare chest. They were the cliche high school sweethearts in Grovers Mills, but no one cared. You could see it in their eyes, the way they looked at each other. These two were made for each other.

Eric rested his hands on her bare thighs, looking back at her, thumbs brushing the little bits of fabric that were hanging off the bottoms of her daisy dukes. The van smelled of incense and the bottle of red wine the two had shared over pizza and a movie that night. He laid back his head on the mattress he kept in the back of the van and thought of just how lucky he was. Eric closed his eyes as she leaned down and kissed him, he always enjoyed this part more than anything more 'erotic'. None of the other guys could understand how a kiss did so much for him. It wasn't just her lips, her tongue, that sweet taste of her strawberry lip gloss. There was the passion to it, it's just because it was his Shelly.

Shelly pulled away from the kiss and wrinkled her nose, "Eric, do you smell that? It's like an animal died outside." Eric sniffed the air and he did smell it. She was right, but it didn't make sense. They were parked on the beaches of south jersey, not like they were in the north.

They both jumped as someone banged on the back window of the van. He turned his body slightly under Shelly and looked to see a hand silhoutted against the moonlit window.

"Do you think it's beach patrol?" She asked.

"I don't know. Could be. Not like they haven't bothered us at a bad time before," he grinned coyly, causing her to blush furiously. He smiled again as he gave her a quick kiss before sliding out from beneath her. He buttoned up his jeans and threw on his favorite black shirt that had a crow outlined in electric blue on one side. He opened the side door to the van with a look and a wink back to her, "I'll just explain what's goin-"

Eric and Shelly screamed as one, as rotting, putrescent hands pulled them from the van. Their screams, wet, ragged and fearful filled the night sky as they were attacked. They clutched at each others hands until their lungs and hearts stopped.


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"Barbara, I've come to get you. Are you ready?' The woman called into the house.

"Oh yes, sorry Brooke, I've been looking for Mr. Snuffles all afternoon. You didn't see him coming up the yard did you?" The slightly pudgy woman asked as she peeked her head from the kitchen.

"No grammy, I didn't. You sure the lil guy isn't hiding upstairs under your bed again?" Brooke shook her head at her grandmother, probably one of the sweetest people she knew in the world.

"Would you be a dear and check? Then we can head out to the St Patricks day festival and see the fireworks."

"Sure Grammy. Anything for you, you took your arthritis medicine right?" Brooke smiled watching the older woman waddle forward from the kitchen with a plate of fresh cookies for her granddaughter. Barbara was always cooking or knitting or making something for her granddaughter, all her life Brooke had been positively spoiled by the sweet woman.

"Oh of course dear. I wouldn't want to miss seeing this with you. We've been going as long as you can remember. Now have a cookie and I will get my purse." She smiled to her granddaughter.

Brooke took the cookie and kissed her grammy on the cheek as she skipped up the stairs. She had to laugh at skipping up her grandmothers stairs even at the age of 25. She took a bite of the cookie and began to look around the upstairs rooms for the basset hound she'd grown up with since she was 12. she looked back down the hall as the doorbell rang and heard grammy yell Ill get it. Her brow furrowed at who would be by at this hour, but shrugged and headed into Barbara's bedroom. she set the cookie and it's plate down on the nightstand at her Grammys bed and got down on all fours to look under the bed.

She surpressed a giggle as she saw the hound tucked up tight under the center of the bed, "Mr. Snuffles, there you are. What are you doing under there, you know Grammy can't find you here."

The dog began to beat it's tail against the hardwood floor as she spoke to him, then it's deep brown eyes looked beyond her. The tail stopped and it's lips pulled back bearing it's teeth with a menacing growl.

"Mr Snuffles?" Brooke asked with worry, and a tinge of fear, in her voice. 13 years and the dog had never growled at her. She almost teared up at the thought of the cute animal growling at her when the floorboards creeked behind her. "Grammy, I found Mr. Snuffles, but he's acti-"




Hours later Mr. Snuffles crawled from under the bed and licked at the fingers still laying near the edge of the bed. He'd known this scent since he was a puppy. He didn't know why she wasn't talking to him anymore. The house in the chicago suburb was silent save the howling of a lonely basset hound.