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You're trying to summon a Red Giant STAR into the thread? Youch.

And I discovered the combine already slotted enhancements thing completely by accident a year ago. Having played the game for 5 years by that point. It's less well known than you might think! (Mainly because in the old tutorial there was no way to demonstrate this particular feature of combining enhancements, because you only had one slot in each power.)

UK law includes a proviso that a product must be maintained as advertised for at least 2 years. Pretty sure the Architect Edition falls outside that timeframe.

No idea about US legislation.

At the risk of getting in SERIOUS trouble for this as a response, but purely for comedy effect...

/jranger

Edit: to expand on this, that's exactly what I read it as meaning, though Posi does imply that he wouldn't necessarily object to some published "history" to be retconned in favour of a ripping yarn. He'd ask for it to be avoided if at all possible, but not at all costs.

You consider them finishing at 9.30 in the evening "during a work day"? I consider that to be "smack over my peak playing time".

Not that I'm actually going to moan about it, because I understand the necessity, but for us EU players, there have been a LOT of downtimes over our peak hours lately.

Last time I checked, half of 225 was 112.5 (I can accept a round up to 113), but that shows it as over 5 times as expensive, after a 50% discount!

Running from memory, here, but just as an FYI on the EU DVD Edition:

City of Heroes game disk and license key.
"Buddy Code" License key with a 14 day account.
Prestige Power Slide
DVD Edition Cape
PvP comic and something like the first 6 issues of the Blue King comic run.
Map of Paragon City.
Instruction manual (which was out of date at the time I got it).

So, essentially it was a "CE Edition Lite" that could all fit in an inch-thick jewel-case.

Also an unlikely problem in the first place, since the EU DVD edition of CoH came with Power Slide and the cape, but no Hero Clix.

Really? Okay, here's a little something about me: I absolutely despise seeing 10,000 Mathematic Proofs on the market. Ditto lots of other high-tier common salvage. So I sometime buy loads of them up, frequently at a loss to myself (a couple of weeks ago I lost about a million inf reducing the number of MPs on the Market from 10,000 to 3,000). I'll then craft as many common IOs as I can with whatever salvage I have, and drop them on the Market for 5 inf. Again, at a loss to myself, because they frequently sell for less than the crafting cost.

I'm going to keep on doing this. In fact, my main is now so insanely Inf-rich, that I'll try to remember to do it all the time.

I don't care about how much inf I have, or not. I can always get more, and not by marketeering, either.

Worse. He's actually to blame for... (shudder)... Jar-Jar Binks.

* * * * *
{Huntington Technologies, Independence Port, A few moments later}

Richard Huntington paused during an explanation to his technical support engineers, blinked once, and turned without a word, running at full-tilt toward the nearest window. Cries of surprise and horror faded behind him as his battle-armour began teleporting to encase him, but he didn't wait - couldn't wait.

Glass smashed as he ran through the floor to ceiling window, shredding his four-thousand dollar suit, slicing his skin to ribbons beneath it, beginning a cascade of energy that poured from the wounds. Less than five seconds later, his armour was fully realised around him, and he oriented himself East, easily spotting the falling rocks burning through the sky.

No time for subtlety, he mused silently. This one's the big one.

"Helena? Get my spare battlesuit ready, please. I'm going to need it." He didn't even wait for an acknowledgement before carefully focusing his will. He faded from view, almost completely. Unlike most of the times he seemed to vanish from sight, he wasn't merely wrapping light around himself. This time, he was consciously reducing his body-mass to a tiny fraction of its normal level.

And he flew.

The sonic boom as he broke the sound barrier after less than two metres of flight made a group of Family thugs collapse to the ground, clutching their ears in agony. Less then a second later, his battle armour slammed into the War Wall, and exploded.


{Galaxy City}

The indistinct form of a man flew above the ground, dark blasts of energy pouring out of him at the incoming meteors, shattering some into tiny fragments, barely scratching others as they slammed into buildings, the ground, the people.

He watched in horror as something crawled up from a crater, and sent a single blast down at it. In his mind, he could hear Shalice Sinclair yelling out orders, but he didn't have time to pay attention to her. Not now. People were in danger. People closer to him than to her. He flew to ground level just as one rock - perhaps the size of a basketball - hurtled towards a young woman cradling her baby protectively in her arms, both crying out in terror. One energy-charged fist destroyed the meteor. And shattered his hand.

"Stay with me!" he screamed, roughly hauling her to his side with his other hand, gesturing for a middle-aged man in a suit to get closer. "You! Lead us to the Freedom Corps building, see how many people we can get together. I'll deal with the rocks!" He emphasised his point with a spray of energy into the air that deflected a handful of shards away from them.

"I've got your back, Dicky," he heard, but resisted the urge to look at his sister, instead concentrating on dealing with another large rock heading their way.

"Luminescence! Sam... go all out. Don't hold back. Radiation poisoning that'll kill them in thirty years, or a rock to the head that'll kill them now. That's no choice!"

He didn't even need to hear her pained thoughts to know that she recognised how right he was. Unfettering her self-built telekinetic shields, radiation poured from her in waves, pulsing through him, and the civilians they were trying to protect. He absorbed as much of it as he could, but there was no way for him to catch it all, not when he was so busy with the meteors still blasting out of the sky.

"Gotcha!"

His sister's triumphant shout coincided with an immense burst of telekinetic energy into the sky. Rocks bounced off the temporary shield, careening away. Richard almost vomited when he saw one hit a car that was trying to escape through the Kings Row tunnel.

"Teleport them out of here, Sam! I can keep the rocks at bay for a few minutes. Shield them and you, and 'port them to safety, one at a time if you have to!"

Without even acknowledging his words, she grabbed the woman and her child, and the trio suddenly vanished. Richard saw perhaps a dozen other people running towards him, recognising that he was trying to protect anyone he could - he even recognised a pair of Hellion gang members, but now wasn't the time to care.

Energy seemed to pour from him as he worked, keeping one eye on the man he had directed to lead them to the Freedom Corps office, the other on the sky. It was slow progress, and he soon had upwards of twenty people with him.

"Look out for each other! We can't stop moving, so keep each other safe!"

Every minute or so, Sam reappeared, grabbed the nearest person, and vanished again.

"Almost there!" the man in the lead shouted, pointing up the steps. To their right was the now-demolished arena dome, and Richard felt relief flood through him.

A tiny shard, superheated by its passage through the atmosphere, sliced the man's leg, and he yowled in agony, clutching at it as he collapsed to the floor. One of the Hellions scurried forward, keeping a watchful eye on Richard, and hefted the man over his shoulder, yelling above the cacophany, "I gotcha, old man! We'll make it!"

They were the last three. Sam had carried everyone else away - except a pair of teenaged boys that Richard was trying very hard not to think about - and they were almost to the relative safety of the Freedom Corps building.

And that's when one rock, the size of a small car, sliced through a collapsing skyscraper to the North. Richard turned to face it, pushing the Hellion up the steps with an elbow, and extended his other hand towards it, channeling a pulse of energy...

That never came.

A Shivan slammed its fist into his helmet, spinning him around, toppling him to one knee.

And the meteor struck.

I believe that all old accounts are made active. Don't quote me on that, though.