Techbot Alpha

I was always under the impression that the Petrovic brothers were Marrowsnap and Marrow Drinker. Apparently man-bear-mountain-thing Chernobog is actually one of them. I don't approve of that change. He looks stupid, but...meh.

I'm no number cruncher, but I'm all for something that makes Mez less of a binary death sentence for certain ATs.

The Club hair for men doesn't look good on- ok, RARELY looks good on people, and kudos to those that make it work.

And the 'Slavic' writing can go find a nice, big, spiky burning hole to fall into and die, because it is TERRIBLE. And, having just come out of Atlas with it's 'stop the Skulls recruiting' we KNOW they are no all cheap GTA-esque knock offs. Not the writing teams finest hour, frankly.


Other than those two points? I love it. The skulls they wear look like actual skulls, like it should be, since that's where they get them. I don't mind some of the Leadership being Slavic, but every single ganger? No. That's as stupid as saying the Council only recruit Italians, or the 5th only recruit Germans. It's kludgey, badly done and borderline offensive.

Dink, if it's you then this is for you, if it's someone else, please pass this one on;

Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepl easeplease with sprinkles on top can we get alternative versions of the IDF gloves, chest detail and shoulders, along with the new Tech Knight gloves on test, where the second colour ONLY effects the glow? The Tech Knight shoulder, chest detail and boots currently obey this rule, but the gloves get this big, ugly patch of colour all over it.

Example; I want to have black gloves with a blue glow; I can't. I get black gloves with a massive blue patch as well as the blue glow. That really sucks for nearly every concept I have with those pieces. Same with the IDF parts. The IDF NPCs get solid glove colour with a different colour glow, so why can't we have that option? Please, I'm begging here

Did you suddenly swap from past to present tense in the paragraph where Mako first speaks, Fab?

I wasn't taking part, but I think you Community guys really need a pat on the back and certain people to cut you some slack. Seriously, I don't think they appreciate the effort put into stuff like this.

If it's 'Nemesis/Rikti/Giant Boogers' invasion with the standard code, they complain.
If it's actual manual triggered invasion events, they still complain.

What was that quote someone came up with about sequential dollar bills? That seems appropriate here. Just saying.

What Azure said, exactly.

Oh, for the ability to give enemies passive resistance and defences (like real NPCs...) without having to give them Invul or WP or something. To be able to make something with ranged/melee/armour like NPCs have, not Ranged/Armour/Too cheap to have brawl...

((And, following on from previous…))

St Martial, Giza Strip

Traffic was gridlocked. The truck driver, who had the terrifically exciting name of Steve, sat back and smacked the dashboard with annoyance before resigning himself to the long wait. Forms, filing and HR could go to hell, he was getting over-time for this.

Steve twiddled the dials on the dashboard for a moment, before settling on a station with decent music.

You gave them all those old time stars
Through wars of worlds - invaded by Mars
You made 'em laugh - you made 'em cry
You made us feel like we could fly

There was a brief burst of static, which earned the dashboard another thump.

So don't become some background noise
A backdrop for the girls and boys
Who just don't know or just don't care
And just complain when you're not there
You had your time, you had the power
You've yet to have your finest hour
Radiooooooooooo!

Free Opportunity…

Steve blinked a second later. Had the thing…
He stared at the dashboard for a moment, before shaking his head. He was tired, annoyed and in dire need of some coffee and something deep-fried and smothered in bacon. He’d be seeing flying pigs next. At least that would mean flying bacon…

You've yet to have your finest hour
Radiooooooooo! Free Opportunity!

((Created thanks to the Mako week giving me ideas. What if…))


Grandville Tower, Early Evening

The dark, metallic door hissed quietly back into place behind the tall, dark figure. Spider arms shifting and twitching around him, Lord Recluse paced slowly towards the bizarre setup in the middle of the room.
It had actually taken a second Strike Team to retrieve the blasted thing, after the slouched and previously immobile crowd had suddenly burst into life and, frankly, mobbed the first team to death. Some of the defenders had been Arachnos, for Tartarus sakes!
And now here it was, complete with the mouldy, slouched old sofa that had been sat in front of it.

With no better option, Recluse moved around and sat on the thing, the beaten old springs groaning as he did so. He sat forward, fingers drumming against each other as he watched…and waited.
“I know you are not what you seem,” he said eventually. “It is not normal for such as you to turn hated foes into brainless, passive watchers.”
At first it said nothing. Then, abruptly, it burst into life, a bright flash of light and sound.
“Welcome, to the News at Seven! Did you know that Television is actually good for your health? That’s right, you heard it here first!”

The Lord of the Isles rested his right elbow on his knee, fingers drumming at chin level on his helmet as he stared at the seemingly non-descript television set.
“What are you?”
A scene from a war film suddenly replaced the news feed.
“You can’t handle the truth!”
“That is not the sort of answer I am looking for.”
The picture abruptly swapped again to what looked like a pre-school program, hosted by a frumpy, middle aged woman in a knitted cardigan and with sensible hair.
“Aww, who’s pulling such a grumpy faaaace?”

There was a complaining of springs as Recluse leant forward, a spider arm stretching out and resting against the TV’s screen, before being dragged slowly diagonally across the display, resulting in a horrible scraping sound.
The TV…screamed. The image was suddenly that of fleeing people, running from some invisible threat in the movie but also, apparently, from the progress of the sharp metal blade. Eventually Recluse withdrew the bladed arm, leaving the screen with a new, pale white scar across it.
“Have I made my point clear?” he growled.

There was a long pause, the television screen displaying a ‘Do not adjust your set!’ error message. Then it returned to motion, a stereotypical military man from some low budget movie throwing a salute.
“Yessir.”
“Good. What sort of thing are you?”
The scene swapped to what looked like a sci fi action film, where a hologram was talking to a detective.
“I’m sorry, but my responses are limited. You must ask the right questions.”
“Very well…are you alive?”
There was a longer pause, so much so that Recluse raised a bladed-arm again, hovering it threateningly close to the screen. The screen flickered and shifted channels rapidly, punctuated by bursts of static, before eventually settling on a stern, moustached man presenting a quiz show.
“That would be…Correct.”
The TV swapped rapidly again, before catching the end of a sentence in a science documentary.
“-in a manner of speaking.”

Recluse sat back, nodding slowly.
“I see. Then you may be of some use to me…Perhaps Aeon can unravel just what you-“
The Television growled with static, shifting channels again until it settled on what looked like an old version of a British detective film.
“Elementary, my dear chap. The man is an idiot.”
The Lord of Many Arms allowed himself a thin smile.
“In that case, this is my offer. You can either be of use to me…or Aeon can have you, with or without your protests. To do with you as he sees fit. Am I clear?”
There was silence, the screen displaying the ‘Do not adjust’ error message, before returning to one of the military films, with a square jawed Sergeant receiving orders he didn’t look best pleased about, but seemed resigned to.
“Roger that. Understood.”
“Good.”