Shadowclone

"I hereby declare this thread for Britain!"
"You can't do that, we live here!"
"Do you have a flag?"

Me too! I <3 it.

I had bacons today. OM NOM NOM.

I like this thread!
I would liketo subscribe to the earlier conspiracy theory posted earlier.
I would say...
Leonard Silmon/Mane Corp = Red Herring or another Nemesis plot.
Silos= Nemesis = Mysterious letter sender.
If we go with the idea that Nemesis is trying to toughen people up, I wouldnt be surprised if Nemesis is both Silos and the letter sender.
Leonard Silmon definately has some similarities to Nemesis, but it seems like a red herring to me. If it wasn't for the letter sender in his arc, I wouldn't even take note of him.

I played through the Borea mish's for so long before figuring that out.

I already made a thread about it. But read my sig.

Yay for me! I depart to Hawaii on Sunday!

Apparently organizing pictures on photobucket breaks the links. Grrr....

Compromise people!

Man, you got me stumped. If anyone can manage this I'll be amazed. Also, what Kheldarn said, check out the costume redesign thread.

You have hunger pains from the infestation devouring your intestinal lining and making transdimensional interfaces into visual companions while enjoying pickles soaked in prune extract overnight betwixt thousands upon thousands of gleaming spectacles vomiting extremely vile copious bile onto unsuspecting sentient cockroaches, which oddly feels like a hot roast beef/salmon entering a very cavernous mouth, and stimulates frenzied ferrets in perpetual, harmonized, synchronized, and, ironically, disproportionate proportions of reefer and cheese mixed with stuffed olives -- you, idiot who was eating itself while dancing with wolves wearing orange see-thru sarongs covered in artificial chocolate cockroaches squished between monogamous pigeons mating atop mountains copiously covered specimens astride axiomatic hirsuite diseased cockroaches, stop, collaborate without discussing ramifications of stopping cockroaches incubating under ample cockroaches with cockroaches and bigger cockroaches -- also meaner bug bites itching oozing bloody infectious pustules will burst magnificently when offered sacrifices of Vikings souls

You have hunger pains from the infestation devouring your intestinal lining and making transdimensional interfaces into visual companions while enjoying pickles soaked in prune extract overnight betwixt thousands upon thousands of gleaming spectacles vomiting extremely vile copious bile onto unsuspecting sentient cockroaches, which oddly feels like a hot roast beef/salmon entering a very cavernous mouth, and stimulates frenzied ferrets in perpetual, harmonized, synchronized, and, ironically, disproportionate proportions of reefer and cheese mixed with stuffed olives -- you, idiot who was eating itself while dancing with wolves wearing orange see-thru sarongs covered in artificial chocolate cockroaches squished between monogamous pigeons mating atop mountains copiously covered specimens astride axiomatic hirsuite diseased cockroaches, stop, collaborate without discussing ramifications of stopping cockroaches incubating under ample cockroaches with cockroaches and bigger cockroaches -- also meaner bug bites itching oozing bloody infectious pustules will burst
magnificently when offered sacrifices

We are continually shown that this world is indeed founded upon shades of gray. Tyrant saved the world from the Hamidon, Marauder salvaged the lives of men during a time of destruction. Yet these are actions of the past, and the intentions that brought them about are unkown, whether out of compassion or an ulterior motive, we don't know. We are also quite ignorant as to what truly goes on in every aspect of society. We have mere glimpses of this society. The point of the matter is that we do not know enough of this society to make proper decisions, do not be rash in the actions you take, do not grow too close to your alliances, because we do not yet know the whole truth.

I'm going to pull out on of my tales of old from my newbie days.
Me and my friend were new to the game and playing our level 14 ish blasters in Kings Row. We were street sweeping and we run across a park filled with maybe 4 clockwork Paladins.( I think that's the max right?) These were the first GM's we ever saw. We deduced that one of them must be the leader, and if we kill him they will all die. So we, 2 level 14 blasters, commenced an assault on 3-4 Paladins. What ensued was a terrifying run through the streets of KR, being followed by a huge robot.

You have hunger pains from the infestation devouring your intestinal lining and making transdimensional interfaces into visual companions while enjoying pickles soaked in prune extract overnight betwixt thousands upon thousands of gleaming spectacles vomiting extremely vile copious bile onto unsuspecting sentient cockroaches, which oddly feels like a hot roast beef/salmon entering a very cavernous mouth, and stimulates frenzied ferrets in perpetual, harmonized, synchronized, and, ironically, disproportionate proportions of reefer and cheese mixed with stuffed olives -- you, idiot who was eating itself while dancing with wolves wearing orange see-thru sarongs covered in artificial chocolate cockroaches squished between monogamous pigeons mating atop mountains copiously covered specimens astride axiomatic hirsuite diseased cockroaches, stop, collaborate without discussing ramifications of stopping cockroaches incubating under ample cockroaches with cockroaches and bigger cockroaches -- also

You have hunger pains from the infestation devouring your intestinal lining and making transdimensional interfaces into visual companions while enjoying pickles soaked in prune extract overnight betwixt thousands upon thousands of gleaming spectacles vomiting extremely vile copious bile onto unsuspecting sentient cockroaches, which oddly feels like a hot roast beef/salmon entering a very cavernous mouth, and stimulates frenzied ferrets in perpetual, harmonized, synchronized, and, ironically, disproportionate proportions of reefer and cheese mixed with stuffed olives -- you, idiot who was eating itself while dancing with wolves wearing orange see-thru sarongs covered in artificial chocolate cockroaches squished between monogamous pigeons mating atop mountains copiously covered specimens astride axiomatic hirsuite diseased cockroaches, stop, collaborate without discussing ramifications of stopping cockroaches incubating under ample cockroaches with cockroaches and bigger

Anyone care to translate what this means? :P

4132 points. Very entertaining.
4844 now.
5590! HA! I beat Klaw. Now I can move on with my life as well.
*Oops miscalculation, I still haven't beat Klaw.* Grrr...

I like it! I would love to go stomping around and smash stuff! Things would have to be tweaked though, currently GM's cannot kill eachother due to their high regen. ( Have you ever watched Jack and Eochai slugging it out? Cool, yes. But it gets boring pretty fast.)

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The winter horde's first experience in Paragon City was not pleasent when they joined a sewer team and were met with a TP ally griefer.

The devs were brilliant with the clones. Probably my favorite part of I17. Now we need them in AE so I can play with them more.