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Dunno if it helps you, but mine's a former mercenary of the Knives of Artemis who left due to amnesia.

Or how about a hunter who was lost in the woods for years?

Or a Greek warrior who was stuck ina cryogenic statis?

Or a native america with no mystic powers, just a cool bow an arrow?

Or a Japanese Schoolgirl who hangs out with a demon, a demon hunter, and a pervert?

Not an exclusive empath problem, it was just one very annoying example I ran into a few days ago.

You wann know how PLing makes the game unfun? Try this:

*invite Empath Defender*
*fight*
*TEAM DIES BECAUSE THE EMPATH DID NOTHING BUT BLAST AWAY THE WHOLE FIGHT, since she has ONE HEAL and ALL OF HER BLASTS, AIR SUPERIORITY, AND SEVERAL OTHER POOL POWERS, and the only reason she ever made it to lvl 20 IS BECAUSE SHE PLED OFF OF WEREWOLVES*

THE END!

Wolves are timed ?! WOOOOOOOOO HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Don't have to herd the wolves no mo'! hmm hmm... hmm hmm... Goin away for Portal Corp!... mmmm goin North toooo Rikti Site! Don't have to herd the wolves no mo'... hmm... Shadowhunter aint gonna be my ho... goin back to where the levelin is slooooow

Zeroth: Zeroth Law of Thermodynamics

simple.

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I think that forum whiners would complain regardless of the issue.

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AMEN!

Yeah well... this one time, I was killed by a Liutenant when I ran naked through a Rikti base.

LIUTENANTS NEED TO BE NERFED!

*turs around*

Ok, how about here?

*pulls down pants*

Right here, if you would.

Damn, do you people actually play this game, or sit around in your pity parties all day?

I have my difficulty set to invincible. I walk into a Rikti mission. +1 and +2, giant [censored] mobs. How many times do I die? Not once.

I get a team together. Me a DM/Regen scrapper, and an inv. tank. How many deaths? Nadda.

Another team: just me and the Scrapper. How many deaths? Zero, zip, and ziltch.

Every mob spawn had at least 1 boss. Even solo.

And I'm a Gravity/Kinetics controller. According to the "experts" on the Controller forum, I'm weak. Yet I'm able to solo +2 Rikti bosses, no problem.

Maybe the game isn't hard, and you just... what's the word I'm looking for... suck? Hey, I'm a "gimp" Powerset taking on bosses no problem, but you can't. Something to think about it.

Good Evening and welcome to Bat Outta Hell, I'm your host, Demonoid Phenomenon, demonic avatar from Hell, Demon Phenom to all you wonderful people!

Recently, my producers have been riding my [censored] to produce better ratings. My usual threats of violence not withstanding, I came across the idea of patroling the streets with Paragon City's super heroes. Now, as you all know, all demons have the innate ability to hurl balls of helfire and such, as you've seen me display with my comedically plump sidekick, 2nd Bannana. Say hello, 2nd Bannana!

2nd Bannana: Gold please help me...

He's such a sport! So I went on over to that side of town infested with that Outbreak. Yeah... the one thats been going on for how many months? Any way, The police found a blood sample, and apparently, walking 2 blocks is extremely hazardous and requires one of great power to accomplish. So after undertaking this perilous journey the likes of which only Tolkien could describe, I get sent to another cop, coincidentally handeling the very important task of standing around whirling his baton.

Anyway, according to this VERY important man, I need to learn how to use the powers I've had since being spawned in a pit of Hellfire. My instructors, some old guy and some guy who works for Crey. Because we all know multi-billion dollar orginzations need an intimate knowledge of demonic hellfire. Finally, i get to blow off some steam, frying some thugs. I'm then sent to another cop who is likewise standing idely about. At this point, its starting to feel like some cheesy video game tutorial.

Anyway, this guy says he has some inspiritions for me. Look buddy, unless you're really Lady Death, you ain't unspiring me. 4 charred thugs later, I'm sent to some guy named Coyote, a member of Hero Corps. Guess what he's doing? Helping to contain the Outbreak? Protecting the innocent? Nope, he's standing around, tells me to go retrieve the formula to the drug thats causing the outbreak. Good idea, entrust a rookie to this highly important mission where lives hang in the balance. I mean, I'm a demon and all, son of Lucifer himself, but doncha think I might be a lil rusty living among humans all this time?

Anyway, I get this damn formula and give it to him. This outbreak should be resolved sometime this millenia. So know, I'm sent to yet another human, a super-heroine named Miss Liberty, who's apparent power is to stand absolutly still in the same place 24 hours a day seven days a week. I swear, not even the sight of me, a late-night star, or my demonic... "enhancements" was enough to move that woman.

Anyway, here's a previre of tomorrows "On the street" segemtn, as I tussel with a bunch of kids calling themselves "the Hellions." Kind of ironic isn't it?

Stay tuned! On the show tonight we have Jeff Goldblum, who will either crack you up or bore you to death, as well as John Goodman and (provided John hasn't eaten him) the British Bastion of Justice himself, Sir Britain of the Conglomerate Supergroup Alliance. And now, Ozzy Osbourne's Soul and the Bat Outta Hell Band!

Sir Britain

Real Name: Sir Duncan Haldane IV
Occupation: Former Archeologist, Adventurer
Legal Status: Citizen of the United Kingdom with no criminal record, now naturalized American citizen
Identity: Secret
Other Aliases: The Highland Warrior
Place of Birth: Blackpool, England
Marital Status: Widower
Known Relatives: Sir Duncan Haldane III (father, deceased) Isabella “Ivy” Haldane (wife, deceased)
Group Affiliation: none
Base of Operations: Atlas Park, Paragon City
First Appearance: City of Heroes
History: Duncan Haldane IV was born in Blackpool, England. His mother died in childbirth, and his father grew sullen and withdrawn, before passing away when Duncan was only 10 years old. It would have been easy fro him to slip into the lifestyle of hoodlums and thugs, if it weren’t for the support of his best friend, Isabella “Ivy” Fitzgerald. With her by his side, Duncan hit the books, went to college on a scholarship, and became a notable archeologist, while Ivy became a genius in bio-circuitry and nanotechnology. At the age of 21, he proposed to Ivy, and she accepted. Married on April 22nd, everything seemed to have gone right for young Duncan. Shortly thereafter Duncan began work for England’s version of MAGI, the Department for Arcane Research and Experimentation. The main goal of this clandestine organization was to combine powerful artifact of Britain’s past with modern technology. The ultimate cumulation of this work was a battlesuit that employs various artifacts interwoven in the suit as a power source, developed mainly by Duncan and his wife. This and various other breakthroughs led to another upturn in Duncan’s life, as he was knighted by her majesty the Queen. Not one to rest on his laurels, he began work on a sword said to be owned by an immortal.
During his work, the immortal visited him, claiming that if Duncan spoke an oath, the swords power would be his. Overcome by curiosity, Duncan spoke the oath, and found himself on another plane. He was confronted by an angelic being holding a sword (to fight wrong) and a shield (to protect the innocent). Duncan chose the sword, and was transformed into a being of immense power. Calling himself “Highland” he became a famed hero in Britain. But all things come with a price. The immortal returned, demanding payment for the power in the form of Duncan’s unborn son. Duncan refused, and battled the immortal. He was no match for the immortal, however, and watched in horror as the immortal punished Duncan by killing Ivy in front of his eyes. Enraged by the death of his beloved wife, Duncan snapped. Channeling the spirit of Isabella, he struck the immortal with the blade so hard it shattered, injuring the immortal. Seeing his chance, he donned the battlesuit constructed by himself and his late wife and, in a spectacular battle on the streets of London, sealed the immortal in the dimension that Duncan had obtained his powers.
The hero once known as Highland was knighted (giving Duncan the distinct honor of being knighted twice) for coming to the defense of the crown. With all traces of his former powers gone and still using the battlesuit, he took on the name “Sir Britain” and set off for America to better train himself in the use of his new powers, should the immortal return again.

Height: 6 ft. 2 in.
Weight: 240 lbs.
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Red

Strength Level: Sir Britain possesses the normal human strength of a man of his age, height, and build who engages in intensive regular exercise. As Highland, Duncan possessed the ability to lift (press) 10 tons.

Known Superhuman Powers: As Highland, Duncan possessed a magic blade which gave him superhuman strength, speed, and endurance. All these powers were lost after sealing away the immortal.

Abilities: Sir Britain is a brilliant archeologist, and has extensive knowledge of ancient artifacts, as well as associated cultures and deities, especially those of British, Celtic, or Irish origin.

Weapons: Sir Britain’s battlesuit channels the energies of various artifacts to project a force field around him, giving a very high degree of invulnerability. Small weapons fire has little effect, and by augmenting his field, he can increase his resistance to harm. In addition, he can use that energy to amplify the force of his blows, giving the illusion of super strength to some.

Chapter 2: Affection

"God's in His Heaven. All's right with the world."

“Robert Browning, ‘Pippa Passes’?” the doctor asked at my idle ramblings.

“Neon Genesis Evangelion, the motto of NERV. It had somewhat of… a resonance with me. Almost as if, I had heard it before…” I said.

“A memory?”

“Prehaps. Is the test done, doctor?”

“Yes, Judas. You can step down now,” he replied, looking over the printout from the latest round of tests done to me. “Hmm… just as I thought. We both know of your ability to emit and control various wavelengths of energy, but it would seem my hunch about your third eye is correct. It serves a sort of regulation device.”

“A regulation device?”

“Yes. Your body seems to be… unable to handle the energies you are theologically capable of processing. It is my theory that the eye limits your power output while your body adapts.”

“I see. So I can become stronger?”

“As time goes on, yes. Just how much, Judas remains to be seen.”

“But… where is it this power comes from?” I asked quietly.

The doctor pointed to a screen. On it, an outline of my body, with the chest area emitting a small but intense light. “There. Where the heart of a normal person would be, there’s… well honestly, we don’t know what it is. The energy from it, though condensed, is so intense, none of our instruments have been able to get any sort of clear image.”

I placed my hand upon my chest. I could almost feel the swirl of energies within me, as if they would one day explode. “What am I?”

“You’re unique, Judas Savior, that is all I can say. In all my years with S.E.R.A.P.H., I’ve never seen anything like you.”

I got up to leave. There was so much to deal with. Three weeks, and all the doctor could tell me was that I was ‘unique.’ Unique how? Many people found my appearance less than pleasing. Children especially were terrified. Where they were short, with light brown skin and two eyes, I was taller, with golden skin and three eyes. Arcane markings adorned my skin, and my hair was an unnatural shade of white. Among humans, I was an aberration.

An ear-piercing shriek filled my head. I instinctively turned around, and spotted two members of a local gang, the Hellions. In between them, a smaller figure, an apparent female. Without a second thought, I sprinted to them. Blue and white energies flowed from my hands, rendering the nearest thug unconscious. As I sped past the woman, I noted her features. She was of apparent Asian descent, with long black hair and green eyes. She was wearing an oriental dress, long and red with a gold floral pattern.

I readied my fists, and delivered a powered thrust to the thug, sening him airborne and prone to a blast. After he was neutralized, I began to walk away. But the woman’s voice stopped me.

“Wait,” she pleaded. “Please, turn around. I want to see the face of the man who saved me.”

I sighed and turned, expecting the same shocked gasp that usually accompanied this routine. Instead, she merely looked at me in awe and wonder, not fear and revulsion. “Do you not find me hideous?” I asked in semi-confusion.

“No… you are … unique… beautiful…” she said in awe. Beautiful… that was the first time I had been called that. “My… My name is Li Wei Xian. What is yours?”

“Judas. Judas Savior.” She smiled and bowed. I was unfamiliar with this custom, so I followed suit. She giggled. I turned to leave again, but again, the woman stopped me. “Judas Savior. I want to see you again. I will be competing at the Paragon City Human Gymnastics competition this week. It would make me feel a lot safer if you were there.”

“I’ll be there.” I said. With that, I leapt to the rooftops, and began to run home. I had much to speak to Richard about, as well as needing to ask him where this competition was being held…

Judas Savior: amnesiac, trying to find out who he is. He knows that he was artificially created in a far away lab, but thats about it. He does have a kind heart, and will help almost anyone he sees in trouble. So yeah, he's a superhero

Chapter 1: Genesis

"I don't know
What words I can say
The wind has a way
To talk to me
Flowers sleep
A silent lullaby
I pray for reply
I'm ready

Quiet day calms me
Oh, serenity
Someone please
Tell me, (oh...hmmm)
What is it they say?
Maybe I will know one day.

I don't know what
Words I can say
The wind has a way
To talk to me
Flowers sleep
A silent lullaby
I pray for reply
I'm ready"

"Nice song," the man in the white lab coat said. "Did you write it yourself?"

"No," I replied. "Deathseeker has a lot of movies on Digital Video Records in his home. The one the song originates from is a series called 'Outlaw Star.' It is sung by the female protagonist, a construct named Melfina. A construct... like me..."

"I see. No wonder it has signifigance to you. Hmmm... Tell me Judas, have you remembered anything else?"

"Not recently, Doctor, no. I still only recall bits and pieces from my past.”

“I see. Why don’t we start from the beginning again? Maybe by recalling what you do know, you can recall details on what you don’t.”

“Very well, Doctor. My first memory is of light, a bright, searing light. I was in a tank, filled with viscous green fluid. Then, I recall pain, as if many volts of electricity were sent coursing through my veins. I then blacked out, as my vision grew blurry, I recall a man standing over me…”

“What did he look like?”

“I… I do not know. My vision was too blurry…”

“Or maybe you do not want to remember.”

“That is a distinct possibility. Shall I proceed, or try and recall the man’s face?”

“No, go on.”

“The next thing I remember is awaking, once again. There is a man there. Not the same man as before. This one is older, with gray hair. I almost wish to call him ‘father.’ He is frantically typing something on a console. He is worried, and rightfully so, as a group of armed men burst into the room. They gunned the older man down, and turned their attention to me. I remember feeling… I think it was anger… towards them. I used my powers, bringing down the entire complex.”

“And then?”

“I left, wandering out into the world, with no memory of who I was, what I was, or where I had come from? ‘Who am I? Who made me? And what did they make me for?’”

“That is what you are here to find out, isn’t it? I see you’re friend is here.”

I looked to the doorway. Standing there, in his usual cavalier way, was the man I knew as Richard Bennett, but the world knew as The Deathseeker. He was the closest thing I had to a friend in Paragon City. I met him shortly after entering the city. He was impressed with how I had handled some local gang members, “Hellions,” he called them, and offered me a “drink.” I did not know at the time he meant drinks of the alcoholic variety. Artificial as I may be, a great deal of my body is organic, so my first experience with alcohol was memorable to say the least. He offered me a place to sleep on his couch. The next morning, I told him about the lab from which I believed I was from, so he took me to City Hall in Atlas Park, where he introduced me to the doctor in an attempt to uncover my past. He told me his origins a short while ago, how his fiancée had been possessed to complete a ritual in order to summon a demon. Richard stopped her, but at the cost of her life. The demon, in one last act of cruelty, left a portion of his power in him, giving Richard his powers, but making him virtually immortal. He would never know his love’s embrace, a sad story, to be sure.

“You guys done? ‘cause I can wait outside…” he asked.

“No, it’s alright. Judas, call me if you remember anything else, alright?”

“Yes, Doctor. Thank you.” I stood up, and walked towards the door, Richard alongside me.

“So, didja remember anything?”

“No, I did not. I fear my origins may be lost forever.”

“Don’t think like that Judy,” Richard said, using the feminized form of my given name, Judas. “I got something that will cheer you up, all night anime-thon, my main man. Tonight’s dish: Neon Genesis Evangelion.”

I smiled. I found Richard’s taste in entertainment quite stimulating. Last night, we had stayed up watching Outlaw Star, and the night before Revolutionary Girl Utena. I, because of my artificial nature, did not require large amounts of sleep. Likewise Richard also only required minimal amounts due to his demonic influence, which he usually obtained during the daytime. This “anime” as he called it was not only visually entertaining, but many times thought provoking as well. Richard said I was a “born Otaku.” I wish I knew what that word meant; it has not been in any dictionaries I have seen.

We arrived at Richard’s apartment, and he put in the first of the 8 DVD’s while I ventured to the microwave and make a bowl of popcorn. I had learned, in lieu of my present situation, to make the most of the present. Maybe I would learn of my past one day. Or as Asuka Langly Sohryu said, "Maybe I exist to find out why I exist"


To be continued…

Deathseeker: Kinda. He does what he does more out of despair than heroism, but he's growing into the role.

Bonecutter: She's just out for blood.

Deacon White: Its his job, how he draws his paycheck. So no.

I am Deathseeker. For a time, I have been walking the streets of Paragon City, fighting the allies of evil and teaching them to fear whatlies in the dark. I fear not the dark, for I am one with it. I fear not death, indeed, I would welcome it with open arms. But today, I saw something, a vision that shook me to my very core being.

It was a vision of a not-so-distant future.

Paragon City, wrapped in a red haze of evil. Heroes I had once fought alongside, now turned their back on the citizens they once swore to protect. Everywhere from Galaxy to Atlas Park itself had fallen. Treacherous heroes and villians yet to make a name for themselves infested these once proud bastions of justice. And in their number, one in particular, enshrouded i darkness.

Me.

I awoke, perched high atop a building overlooking Atlas Park. My visions are seldom wrong. Am I strong enough to overcome the impending darkness, or will I succumb to it? And if my vivion does come to pass, are the heroes of this city strong enough to endure?

I pray to whatever diety watches over Paragon it is so.