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What was the name of the boyfriend that looked like a girlfriend that that guy had in February of last year?


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I love this thread. I don't know if I've already posted in this...I think I have, but I can't find my post. Meh.


If you ever bring your kids over to Virtue, I'd love to team with them. They're awesome.

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War Witch: We need your help (heroname). Sister Flame is in trouble. She has been captured by the clicky clacks and their commander Jar Brain Head. You have to free her from a prison cell and then team up with her to defeat the remaining clicky clacks before they can steal all the power from Paragon.


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Epic win!

This is a rather old file, recently recovered. The prisoner in question has long since escaped, and is now somewhat well-known.

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(She is being quite uncooperative. The little brat keeps glaring at me as if I'm the criminal around here.)

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Miss, for your own safety, I would advise you to at least begin speaking.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Well, jus' so y'know, 'm only talkin' 'cuz I feel like 't. not c'z 'a y'r stupid threat. I dun think y'r bluffin', eith'r. Y'r type iz so cold an' cruel that y'd ev'n torch'r sumwon az young az me ov'r almos' nuthin'. So, wh't th' [censored] izzit y'wanna know? Wh't're y'tryin' t'get me t'say? (She snickers contemptuously.) Not th't y' c'n prob'bly und'rstand me 'nyway. Too small a brain in too big a head.

Well, that's certainly better. At least we're being honest now.

Mebbe I'am. I know you're a liar. B't 'ey, let'z take wh't we c'n get, shall we?

It saddens me to see one so young as you in such a terrible position. Have you considered reforming, perhaps? It is not impossible for you to redeem yourself. Return to normal life. Go back to school, get an education and a job. Contribute to society.

[censored] society! W'th theze pow'r'z, I c'n break free'a th' monot'ny. I dun hafta get a job 'n slave away f'r hour'z at a borin' desk job. I dun hafta spend th' rest'a m' short life trapp'd in th' rat race. An' 'bout th' school thing? School'z BORIN'! Jus' jumpin' through hoop'z an' retainin' informaysh'n long enuff t'pass th' test. That IZ how ev'rywun duz 't, y'know. They jus' keep th' stuff mem'riz'd long enuff t'get a good grade 'n then they f'rget 't f'r th' rest'a their liv'z. Th' school system'z [censored]' BROKEN, dude. An' now, 'f you [censored] didn' lock me up 'n 'ere, I c'ld blaze my own path 'n life. Take wh't I want'd. Be a pers'n 'nstead 'a 'a wage zombie like you.

You're rather vocal about this, aren't you? I think perhaps the problem is normal, teenage rebelliousness with powers and a bit too much intelligence for your own good. you're a bright kid, uh...

My name is none'a y'r [censored]' bizness.

(My god, she's irritating.)
Well, then, would you rather I just call you Dyne?

No, that sound'z like a drug. Inky'z fine.

I'm curious, what does your villain name have to do with your mutant powers? I fail to see the correlation between plants and dyes.

Th' plant'z ar'n't m' mut'nt pow'r'z, y' [censored]' idiot. Can't y'see th' tattoo'z? M' mut'nt pow'r izn'ev'n a pow'r! Y'know, the dye retensh'n thing?

(Obnoxious little brat.)

Yes, yes, I know. Alright, let's be honest here. You are a whiny, spoiled little twelve-year-old. I'm sick of having to talk to you, but it's my job. This could have gone a lot more smoothly if you weren't so disrespectful and recognized authority.

[censored] authority. C'n I go now?

Yes, yes, fine. Go. Get out of my sight.

(Ah, finally.)


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I feel the need to remind him that we're all playing a game about super powered people clad in tights.

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Fixed.

((o.O This is moving horribly fast))

She nodded, stuffing the last piece of meat into her mouth, and got up to leave. A long, forked tongue licked the last of the precious meat juices off her mouth.

Dragonistic headed right for the nearest open room, clearly not wanting to walk any more than she had to. She was very tired after spending all that time in the warzones.
She wasted no time in programming the lock, a seemingly completely random sequence of numbers that she'd be sure to remember, and that no one would suspect. Reverse psychology: They'd think she was too smart to use a combination like that.

Dragon dropped herself right down on the bed, bouncing up and down a little to test it. It seemed reasonably comfortable, more so than cement or wood at least, and pretty sturdy. Excellent.

She glanced around to make sure no one was watching, even though there were no windows and the door was locked. Old habits die hard. After doing the quick inspection of the room, she pulled a small gold coin out from under a scale.

Dragon turned it over in her claws, admiring the way the simple metal gleamed and shined in the dim light. Mutant she may be, not really half-dragon, but she did have a draconic side for sure. Mentally, that is.
This coin was one of the few things she still owned. She wasn't sure how long she'd had it -- a long time, she knew at least, and it had never been lost or stolen.

D liked to think it brought her good luck. Maybe it did, since she'd survived this long. She'd actually had the coin tested to see if it was magical, but no one had been able to find anything. It was apparently just her little lucky charm.

She smiled, hiding the coin away again and walking back out into the hallway, being sure to close her door behind her.

((I'll join in, because there's not much else to do with Dragon.))

She shrugged, and pulled open the fridge, leaning far into it. In not very long at all, she came back out of it with quite a bit of meat -- more than any ordinary person could eat. She walked over to the table, and took a seat on a spinning office chair.

Dragonistic decided to answer his questions before she started scarfing the meat down. "Well," she said, "I'm just who the license says. Dragonistic, mutant pyrokinetic, security level 50. My real name doesn't matter any more. As to how I got here...Well, it wasn't easy to find out about this place. I had to do a lot of digging with the few of my contacts who're still alive."

Immediately after explaining things, she took a huge bite of one of the pieces of meat, ripping it off easily. It was now obvious that she didn't JUST have fangs -- every one of her teeth was razor-sharp and pointed.
Every one.

((This thing does indeed move -WAY- too fast.


Okay, Devious, I am not ignoring you...))

As the huge tank-thing appeared, she did little besides step aside to get out if its way. 50 levels and over 20 years in Paragon, and nothing really surprised you any more. Hell, she wouldn't be surprised if, right now, a giant polka-dotted space slug from beyond the stars with three tortillas taped to its head suddenly phased right through the ceiling.
Paragon kinda did that to you.

As they started to fight, however, she watched interestedly, and a bit amazed that it hadn't even taken three seconds. That was fast, even compared to some of the superspeeders she'd seen. She just kind of blinked in amazement, and turned to Monarch, one eyebrow raised.

Medical nerd? she thought. Don't seem to be too many of those around. And I really shouldn't just tell anyone about the inner workings of my dragonish body so easily. Could easily be used against me, and for all I know, this whole thing is a trap.
She shifted slightly, talons scraping the floor. "Well, uh...What is it you want to know exactly? How I manage to get off the ground?"

((Whoops. I missed so much. x_X))

She nodded, smiling a little. "Hungry? Of course. I just hope you've got enough to feed me without starving everybody else." That last bit was meant as a joke, of course, but she did seem like she could eat an awful lot.

"So...Exactly how safe is this place?" she looked a bit cautious, having gone to several 'safe' places before, only to end up as one of few survivors as the other secret bases were crushed. She still never really relaxed her guard entirely, even with the few old friends of hers that were still alive.

"Yes," it said in a clearly female voice, "I can talk. And I'm not going to eat you or anything, don't worry. Human tastes really bitter." It seemed to make a face, and kept the hero ID up.

It glanced first at Flagstone, then at each gun in turn, and suddenly the dragon shrank. Its head shaped into a ball, its face flattened, and hair grew from its scalp very suddenly like a wild growth of weeds. Meanwhile, its body was reforming itself into a more human shape, its front claws becoming hands.

In a few seconds, it was done, and she was just a dragon-girl with flame-red hair. She pulled a band off from around her wrist and fixed her hair up into a high ponytail, chewing on her lip. However, she still looked pretty dangerous -- she still had the fangs, the claws, and the eyes, her tail was sweeping dangerously from side to side, wings slightly open. And her feet were still large, deadly-looking talons.

On the other hand, there was no place anywhere on her body she could have hidden a weapon. Not that she really needed to.

The ID showed a picture of her head, but she was smiling. It classified her as a mutant fireblaster -- security level 50. The ID was pretty old -- it was from way back in 2006.

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If NPC's from both WoW and CoX. WoW would get slaughtered, Rikti Invasion forces targeting WoW would pretty much finish WoW.
NPC's are a good part of each game (Not to sure about wow since I've never played it ) Dragons would seem pathetic againt the Rikti ships
But the again with out the NPC's being involved it would be a good battle

Unexploded Rikti bomb on ground
WoW person walks up to it
"Whats this?"
*Boom*
No more WoW person

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2 words - mothership forcefield

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MUAHAHAHA!

A red shadow passed overhead, the only sound it made the beating of leathery wings. With it, it brought a feeling of heat, like there was some intense fire smoldering above them. Actually, the girl flying above WAS on fire -- it was the only defensive power she had. By her nature, she was an offender. She rained fiery death from above, occasionally moving in to fight with claw and fang.

She was Dragonistic, and she had just found out where the base was. She reached over with one claw and tapped a button on her Vanguard armor, activating an invisibility device. To ensure that she couldn't be spotted by heat sensors, she cooled herself down and elevated the temperature about 200 feet around to her normal body temperature.
It wasn't exactly easy. She was a powerful pyrokinetic, to be sure, but doing something that large was very tiring. But that would help her get into the hero base undetected.

Quickly, she dropped to all fours. Her arms lengthened, the hands turning into talons entirely, her bones rearranging themselves to fit a quadrupedal creature. Her face lengthened into a snout, hair sucked back into her head like spaghetti, frilly ears and long spines growing in its place. Her tail got longer, and more muscular, more dangerous.
She was a dragon.
Quietly, the reptilian creature sniffed the air, then slithered into the shell of the building, as if searching for a survivor to eat, looking for prey.

Instead, down it went, into the tunnels that led to the hero base. The massive pocket of heat vanished very suddenly, and the dragon stood up on its hind legs. From underneath one of its larger scales, it pulled a hero license, showed it, and waited to be let in.


Overall, the dragon looked grubby and tattered. It was obvious it had no shelter, and had been living on the streets for a while, scrounging for food and...Was that blood on its teeth?

*explodeys Chameleon's brain through the power of brain-explodeyness*

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They cut Rick Dakan loose (didn't he pre-date Jack?) and they also completely changed the AT system from design to go-live, so in the past they've shown that they are willing to make big directional changes. Be interesting to see where they go in the future and how successful they are.

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True, they have, but from what I've understood, it's always been for the good of their creations. Abandoning City of Heroes to other people (which is what this is) still strikes me as a something more than a big decision. I know it may well be better for the game AND better for Cryptic's other projects at the same time, but it still strikes me as going a little too far in looking for success.

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Which is exactly why the game's probably going to crash and burn.

Anyone else have a sinking feeling that this game is goin' down?

((*rescues necrothread*))

Kheldragon: Chesire Cat Grin, Slasher Smile, (She does that sometimes when a particularly large and delicious energy meal passes in front of her)Glowing Eyes Of Doom, Power Glows, Hellish Pupils, Almost Dead Guy (sort of), Healing Factor

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Does anyone else feel that the Treat distribution is a bit... unbalanced?
What I mean is, my characters have been getting metric tons of tier 3 Inspirations dumped on them, a reasonable amount of temp powers, and barely a shred of costume salvage.

Some of my characters have ToTed for several hours just to get the extra costume slot, but wound up with nothing but two of the exact same piece of costume salvage at the end of the day.

I understand that some may feel that one should have to work for the costume slot, but let's face it; anyone with a decent amount of inf can just go straight to the AH/BM and get the necessary salvage with almost no effort whatsoever.

I've had way too many characters clicking doors over and over again having the word "treat" pop up, but not being awarded anything, either because they already have a ton of temp costumes, and/or because they don't feel like having to clear out their inspiration tray every three minutes.
Especially since a lot of them are only ToTing just to get the extra costume slot.

Distribution of treats should be equal.

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Maybe you're just unlucky...My Dom has 5 full sets of salvage now that she's not going to use. If you want the extra costume slot that badly, and you play redside on Virtue, I can give you some salvage.

Like it with the rough stuff, eh? she thought. Best way to deal with this, then, was to set him down gently. Since technically his feet were still on the ground, she just let go of his collar and lashed her tail like an annoyed cat. In a way, dragons are a lot like big, scaly cats.

Being a dragon of fire, she was easily annoyed. And as a person, one of the things that annoyed her most was being hit on by people she'd known for all of five minutes.

She shifted her attention back to Kuro, tensing a little, temperature rising. Chances were, Xabu was like a puppy compared to this guy. And if that was true, if her luck was consistent (She's had an awful lot of bad luck), she wouldn't even be able to escape. And now, she didn't want to die.

And if Jager Horowitz didn't go for another target, well...Then she'd have to deal with an extradimensional bipedal lizard-man, a green-scaled kinetic mutant with a gun, many people from the D who might remember her, AND a Jagermonster.
She shuddered.

Speaking of things crashing down on their way in, Dragon folded her wings and dropped from the sky, turning in midair, falling through a hole in the roof, and landing on all fours, looking a lot like a big, scaly cat. She grabbed Horowitz by the collar.

"You're not going anywhere...Yet." She stood up, and the chunk of ceiling she was standing on collapsed underneath her, spraying plaster all over everyone's shoes. "I guess we should go through. I probably can't be of much help, but I guess I can try."

*notices that there is very little distinction between the RP forums and the forum games*

*is killinated*

((Nuthin' much I can do at the moment)

Ink Dyne: Cute Bruiser, Big Girl, Small Gun (Technically doesn't use the guns much, but she has them).

Dragonistic (I count her and Khel as different people, for the purposes of this game): Cute Monster Girl, Cute Little Fangs

Kheldragon: Energy Absorption, Fate Worse Than Death

I'll have to look for more...

There was just about only one thing to say right then, as Dragon saw the massive tank rolling out of the barn.

And it had a gun.


"Crap."

She leaped into the air, somersaulted twice, and snapped open her wings. She circled over the building in which all the fighting was going on, guessing that pretty soon there'd be fighting going on out here.

Luckily, metal melts. And that thing couldn't fly.

...Could it?

Dragonistic...

Did nothing.

She was horribly outclassed, and she knew it. All the others were extra/multi-dimensional beings of great power, locked in an epic struggle (or something like that), and here she was, a mutant with dragon powers. A mortal, even as Kheldragon. A regenerating mortal, but still a mortal. It's not like she'd just zip off to another plane of existence if she bit the dust.

So all she would do for now was sit outside...And wait...Because there was nothing she could do here.