Prof_Backfire

Sweet, I got in! Thanks Athy!

Should we start asking more questions now?

Hell, I'd love to write some kind of article myself...

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Ghosty and most GMs have a spawn timer. A certain amount of time after they spawn, they despawn, effectively suiciding so no one gets credit.

This was put in at player request after complaints about long battles that took forever when the team(s) assembled didn't have enough power to take the baddy down, but were too stubborn to give up.

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*sniff* Bless 'em. (yes, I'm a Scrapper)

This inspired me to write some fairly crappy stories too... oh well.

No bo staffs?

Oh well. Street Fighting and... I guess Energy Blade, though I'd be annoyed since that was my main's original concept.

Electric Hammer is cool, but we have enough Smash/Lethal. Same goes for Dual Blades.

I'm sure glad I have all these robotic dublicates.

*entire army of duplicates eats popcorn*

Heh... wait... which one of us is the real one again?

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*all duplicates panic and run around screaming*

Chuck Norris' power level is OVER NINE THOUSAND!!!

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*Creates a time portal*

Then I shall go back in time to before your purchase of that device! Huzzah!

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*Jumps through the time portal first*

Quickly! I've got to warn myself!

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*jumps through time portal as well*

COWABUNGA!

Anyone else want popcorn? *holds out dreadnought-sized bucket*

*eats teh popkornz*

You heard him boys and girls. Get modding!

WAY over moi head.

Gawabuh?

Cosmic...

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Geek friends of mine used to have fun going to late-night restaurants and engaging in absolutely meaningless, but very animated gibberish conversations as they ate, just to watch the faces of the people who were listening in. It became a little game (they were actors) to keep the voice and tone totally serious while stringing together absolutely meaningless phrases- and responding appropriately.

Now they just post on gaming forums.

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Couple of my friends and I used to do that except not about games... about sex... with made up gibberish words.



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Cooool.

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HEY ITS CAPTAIN SPALDING!

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Images don't work on these boards.

WHY do I miss all the good parties?!

Yay, the devs endorse PvP griefing.

Seriously though... you'd think a Strike Force team about to take on multiple AVs would be able to deal with anyone trying to grief them anyway.

Eh, Shi Tzus are cuter.

Close though.

And there are pom-poms! Energy Melee, boi.

The HeroClix players are off playing HeroClix.

Duh.

Ooh. Nice.

Lawlz, Arbiter Sands is back! And you get to take on a veritable Who's Who of the Rogue Isles! Nice!

Probably awaiting some fixing, but I say, spoilerific!

BTW, we've finally figured out Lighthouse's AT! Peacebringer! (I think)

Glad I'm a teleporter Scrapper. They won't stand a chance!

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Hey gang. Here's what happened. Matt's been swamped with Inventions and I9. He approached me a few days ago about helping him write this article as I was the one who wrote the original design doc on all of the changes we're making to Hamidon in Issue 9. I wrote out the article for curse-gaming and at the very top, I left a blank section to talk a bit about Hamidon's back story, the history of raids over the years, and reveal what Geko's original idea as far as player strategy was.

I'll admit, I was a bit hazy on the back story. I've done the arc myself and I had the vague memory that it had something to do with a mutated scientist named Hamidon, but couldn't remember the details. All I could remember was his creation of the Devouring Earth, and part with Terra and the love letter. I didn't want to mess anything up and get the facts wrong, so I just left that section empty and set it back to Position for him to fill in. When I read over what he'd written, I didn't think that sounded like what I remembered. "But he's Positron," I thought, "Surely he'd know.

Well, he got it mixed up obviously. Between his own hazy memory and more importantly just being really busy fixing things for Issue 9, he came up with something about an ancient god. Brian, one of our mission/story writers, set out an email shortly after the article went up that that basically said "The Hamidon is a what what of what?"

So Brian, who actually knows what's going on in the story and was conveniently ill the day we sent this article out, has rewritten the backstory and we've asked curse-gaming to update the article.

Other than that, I hope everyone enjoys the article. I had a lot of fun writing it.

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Cryptic is truly sitcom material.

BTW, I'm reading the frontpage article right now. Very well written, interesting, in-depth and detailed. Bravo! *applauds*

Note: This contains random adventures of my many alts, some are loosely based on real memorable gameplay experiences, I may make some completely up.

Part One: Gotta change my battlecry

“Take ‘im down!” yelled an Italian-American accent as Button Men charged towards the white-clad hero.
Sabre Justice faced an array of chemically-enhanced fists, powerful guns and steel blades, wielded by the fierce fury of the modern Mafia, known as the Family. Sabre smirked- he in turn was clad in projectile-deflecting force fields, equipped with nanomachines in his body that tripled his speed and reflexes, and armed with a big shiny sword. He smirked and said “Bring it on!”
Half a dozen goons circled and attacked the hero, but were met by a series of strikes on the brawler who had been first to attack- in a flash of a powered blade and a tornado whirl of energy, he went down and others moved back. Sabre Justice proceeded to defeat and demoralise the remaining gangsters one by one, taking care to strike the final blows with the flat of his blade rather that the edge- he had honour to keep on behalf of Paragon’s heroes.
As the last crook fell to the floor unconscious, Sabre turned to the Capo Gunner. The Mafia lieutenant almost looked nervous before pulling out his old-looking but very modern Tommy gun and unloading the entire drum barrel at the swordsman.
Sabre walked steadily towards the gunner, deflecting the projectiles with his high-tech sword. Some he missed, and those were absorbed by his fire-resistant jacket and force fields- causing a noticeable but unworrying drop in his defensive energy levels on the HUD his bionic eye implants provided. As the barrel went dry and the Capo frantically reloaded, Sabre Justice activated the energy burn on his sword reactor and slashed without mercy at the Mafia hitman- finishing in a whirlwind strike that brought him to his knees.
Disarmed and defeated, the Capo felt the tip of a warm metal blade just under his chin, pushing his head up to face the fearless hero. “Ready to give up?” asked Sabre Justice.
Sabre relaxed his blade just enough to allow the criminal to give a tiny nod. SJ smiled and slapped a pair of light-matter cuffs on the Capo, unbreakable and later retrievable from the police. The Capo looked back as the hero ran off, then wondered how the boss could get these crazy cuffs off him if they even managed to beat that lunatic…

Further on in the underbelly of the ship, the Underboss was overseeing his men who were guarding yet another shipment of Superadine from an annoyingly likely superhero attack. Hearing a hell of a racket coming from a distance back, the Underboss turned around and said “What the heck was that?”. A moment later, his question was answered as the hero leapt up onto a crate overlooking him and his men.
The hero was wearing a white dress jacket with light blue trimmings, with white pants to match striped the same blue down the sides. He was Caucasian in appearance with pronounced features and white hair tied with a blue headband, and oddly enough was wearing a pair of winter earmuffs. In one of his hands, which were clad in fingerless gloves, he held a large broadsword, and a long flowing cape in the same blue and white trailed from his shoulders, held with diamond-shaped buckles the same as the symbol on his jacket. “Time to take this bad boy down!” shouted the hero, who was thinking of changing his signature battle cry.
The Underboss instantly recognised this hero’s distinctive outfit. “Sabre Justice!” he shouted, drawing his Tommy gun. “You’re mine!”
Just as he was about to fire, the hero disappeared in a white flash- sensing movement with his enhanced senses, the Underboss turned around just in time to fire at the teleporting swordsman who charged at him with a freshly-recharged glowing blade.
The Underboss was protected by a combination of scientific enhancements and tech not dissimilar to that which protected Sabre Justice from his own super-strong blows. Locked in fierce combat, the Underboss didn’t seem to be able to knock down this guy!
After a few blows had penetrated his defences and bruised him pretty bad, Sabre Justice leapt back, panting. He was injured and fatigued, but from the look of it his foe was only a few hits away from falling himself. With a small smile, the hero activated the emergency reserves in several of his equipment components, revitalising him for one final assault. As the Underboss charged at his supposedly weakened foe, Sabre Justice retaliated with a lightning display of swordplay, finally delivering a critical blow that brought the villain to the floor. “I’ll get you for this, kid, mark my words…” wheezed the man as SJ cuffed him.
The Australian hero chuckled slightly as he considered that his battle cry wasn’t too bad in a city of people who talked like that. But he was still thinking of changing it.
Sending a transmission to the police, Sabre Justice then teleported off.

Mine are way too short...