TerminusEst13

((I demand more. I refuse to let my hook in this go unsatisfied. Or else things might get...unpleasant))

((If there's one thing Final Fight has taught me to do in situations like this, it's beat the hell out of everyone while going through a series of not-connected-at-all stages while they hold a vague threat of the girlfriend above my head, but never act on it.

Wow, that was too long to be funny. I fail))

Make me!

((One more day until signups close))

I think you've already asked me, but, yeah, you have my permission to use any chars you want. If you're curious as to how any would act in any situation, feel free to ask.

((Suspense! Can't wait for the next part!))

Handsome Wink might be a good name, though it'd admittedly be better if it came from the eyes.

Are you done yet?

((Mmmm. Very well, then--as per Essex's suggestion, the deadline is extended to the 18th. Team-making ends around Christmas.

I just hope you're right, Ess))

((Khell's idea won't work, for three reasons:

1: Virtue had an event like this a while back--it went horribly, and left a bad taste in everyone's mouth. Thus, reception to this would be rather...heated.
2: Cross-posting is against forum rules, and will get both topics deleted.
3: This event has nothing to do with Virtue--the only thing it has to do with the server is RPing, which is on EVERY server, and thus belongs more in the RP forum. It'll get deleted for off-topic-ness))

((There's hardly enough people to warrant a good PvP event here. With just six people, and three chars each, there's gonna be way too many incidents where two teams with two chars controlled by one person is gonna have to face. That means too many people will have to miss on the action.
This topic is focused on RP more than PvP, yes, but I'm not going to deny people the ability to PvP just because of an oversight.

I guess with that, this topic is closed. I've asked Lighthouse to nuke it. Sorry to disappoint, guys, I seriously expected a lot more people to show up.

Note to self: Next time I ask people if they're interested in an event...don't assume they're all going to sign up))

More like confusing RP with canonrape.

"Two grand? Dat's all?"
"That is all, sir."

The grey-suited man in a white fedora tilted the brim of his hat over his glasses-covered eyes, twitching his brown mustache in thought. He reclined back in his chair, lifting his feet up onto the table as five others surrounded him, quiet as they anticipated his reaction.
He was "Cheesy" Adriano Carlucci, Don of the Carlucci family. They were not as prestigous or famous as the Marcones, Vendettis, or even the Family, but they made do with lurking around in the shadows. While other crime families tried to contest with the Family and try to take their throne, the Carlucci preferred to simply lay low with the rise of the Family and try to make money with easier means, with the work of innocuous restaraunts or hotels in hot demand, acting as fronts for gambling circles with drinking contests or the sports they showed on TV. However, with all the mayhem that the villains of the Rogue Isles had been spreading as of late, they had been having to pay more money just for reparations rather than actually developing their gambling circuit. Insurance companies willing to cover you had been hell to find as of late.

"Money's been tight as of late...really, really tight." Cheesy Adriano mused aloud.
All of the other five across the table nodded. They knew who to blame.
"All because of da damn Family." Adriano's grip on his fedora grew even tighter.
With the relocation of Monkey Fight Club from Sharkhead Isle to Pocket D...now the Family had a strict hold on the gambling circuit, too. Gambling wasn't blatantly "allowed", per se, but Joe Young and Cornelius constantly looked the other way whenever heroes and villains made bets on whoever won or lost. In fact, despite Joe Young's constant proclamations that "it's purely a fambly establishment, no gamblin' here", Cornelius was his bookie. Money was simply rolling in to the Family. And, admit it, watching Rikti monkeys beat the hell out of each other was a lot more amusing than watching some people bring a ball across a court and put it into a goal somehow.
"We've gotta find somethin' else." Cheesy Adriano stood up, throwing his fedora down on the table in a sudden spurt of frustration. "Fer years, the Carlucci family's been livin' along decently and quietly. We ain't fighters anymore, we gave up on dat when da Family rose to power, an' legitimate business only goes so far. Da Family's had dis idea fer a long, long time, so we ain't gonna even begin to contest their right to host it. But we ain't gonna go down without a fight. The prollem is...WHAT are we gonna fight, ha?"

A large man, who was named Church, stood up from his chair. His massive, hulking 7'2" figure only further accented all of the impossibly large muscles that wracked across his entire body, though his sleeveless vest on top of a white dress shirt and black slacks gave him the impression of a powerful business man, a fact that his slicked-back hair and neatly-trimmed beard only furthered. He was one of the last of the Carlucci family's enforcers, and had been able to singlehandedly stand up against not only swarms of other mob hitmen, but also had been personally responsible for hospitalizing several metahumans who seeked to disrupt Carlucci operations. He was a fearsome example of a man, that much was certain, and perhaps his bloodline and his fellow enforcers were likely the only reason that the rival families had not tried to do away with the Carluccis as an easy target. The Carlucci family had little in the way of defense, but what they had was powerful indeed.
"Sir, if I may be so bold as to suggest, this problem is not as bad as it seems."

The other four and Cheesy Adriano murmured. Church was a genius of a man, with his intellect rivalling his behemoth strength. If he said a possibly devastating problem wasn't something to worry about, then it really wasn't something to worry about.
Cheesy Adriano was a little young to be a Don, but he knew this fact. Church had risen from a simple enforcer to one of his best consiglieres and advisors, utterly loyal to the Carlucci family. Relief poured into his voice as he lifted up his hand, running his fingers through his hair. "What is it, ha? If it's an idea from you, Church, it's gotta be good."

Church lifted up his hand to adjust his vest. "Look at what the Family have done, if you please. They have taken a small amusement and then moved it to the right place, and profitted from it. Monkey Fight Club was little more than a minor amusement that some people too pride in, and the Family capitalized and expanded upon that."
He paused for effect. "I suggest we do the same thing. Look at entertainment these days. What is glorified? What is capitalized upon in video games, in movies, in books? Violence. Some heroes and some villains even live in the contested zones and in the arenas. Everyone has a thirst inside of them to be better than other people, and the most base way to prove this is through violence. Beating the hell out of each other until somebody falls. However...some people need a litte nudging to get them fighting each other, but when they do, it is sheer entertainment. In bars, in public, even in schools, people crowd around fighters. It's like watching a train wreck--it's sad, but it has to be seen."
Cheesy Adriano frowned, adjusting his glasses. "What're you suggestin', Church? That we gets peoples fightin' each other?"
Church nodded sagely. "That is exactly what I am suggesting. I propose we invest what little money we have left into expanding this idea and creating a fighting tournament so that people...can watch it. And bet on it. And pay us by the loads just to see it in action." He looked around the room, hmming. After thinking for a few seconds, he pointed at one person sitting across the table. "Doom Schneider. You are our spy. You have been keeping tabs on metahumans. Please, send invitations to some fighters that have caught your eye, tell them to gather at Abbot State Penitentiary." A lanky-looking man dressed in all-black nodded and then...swiftly seemed to fade from existance.
Church pointed at an attractive woman in a suit, who was adjusting her miniskirt. "Lady. You are our negotiator. Please, speak with Liandri Corporation with their respawning technology--we do not wish for our contestants to come to permanent harm, lest they are unable to give us entertainment anymore." Lady simply smiled charmingly, stepping up and bowing down in a curtsy, then walked off slowly.
Church then pointed at a dark-skinned man dressed in only a white shirt and black slacks, an eyepatch made entirely out of diamond slung over his left eye. "Glittery Joe. Please, prepare Abbot Penitentiary for our guests. You will be responsible for maintenance and cleanliness."

Cheesy Adriano put his hands on the table with a THUNK. "Hold up, hold up, hold up. Wait a sec, Church...you've got a great idea here, but there's a problem."
Church patiently turned over to the Don, stroking his thick beard with one hand. "Yes, sir, what is it?"
Cheesy Adriano closed his eyes in thought. "Like you said, some people are gonna need nudges. They aren't willin' to get inna arena just fer the helluvit. How are we gonna entice them to entertain us inna first place?"
Church continued to stroke his beard. That was the one thing he hadn't thought of.

"I can help with that." A quiet voice spoke out as the sixth person, a man in an entirely-black business attire who was wrapped and bound by barbed wire and chains, hovering roughly a foot off the ground. Red lightning flared from his eyes--he was a descendant of the Mu, much as with many other magically-inclined in the Isles and in Paragon, but he had decided to use his talents in favor of the Carlucci family. He was more powerful than many of Arachnos' Mu, and had studied likely for just as long, if not longer. There were many rumors that he had used his abilities to bound through time, studying magic and the arcane from the past, future, and post-apocalypse lands in order to gain all the magical knowledge available.
Cheesy Adriano twitched his mustache. "What is it, Sparky?" Sparky was his nickname, as his true name was unknown. He knew the real power that names could have, and thus refused to give his actual name out to anyone--even the family he so loyally served.
"People desire." Sparky spoke, calmly as ever. "People desire, and this is their fuel for continuing onwards. Whether it's just some new clothes, money, power, fame, or fortune, people desire. There is always a reason for doing something, and it is usually a desire--even if it's just a desire to be seen as a good person, or a desire to see somebody else happy. People are willing to fall, to bleed, and to hurt for their desires. Some are even willing to die for their desires. I suggest we use these desires to bring in a person. I can bring out the greatest magicks I have in my possession...and people can then tell me their single, greatest, deepest desire. And I will grant it." He smiled, the lightning dancing about in the air surrounding his eyes.
Cheesy Adriano smiled at this proposition. "I like it."

Invitations were sent out a few days later.



((Okay. Here's how it's gonna go down--this is an RPvP topic, with focus on RP. This is a fighting tournament, as you may guess, and the Carlucci family have set up this tournament for their own purposes, and have enticed the victor with a wish. How important is this wish to you? You will bleed, you will feel pain, and you will die for this wish, repeatedly.
Those expecting something similar to Fight Night will be sorely disappointed--this is an RPvP event, and it drips with RP. The pace is a LOT slower, too, at that.

You can use up to three characters for this event--if your character has more than one form, they're all permitted as just one character. The level limit for this event will be set to 31--anyone higher gets exemped down. All the arena levels from 1-31 will be used.
The arena levels are:
1-5
6-11
12-13
14-21
22-26
And 27-31.

Name:
Level:
Global Handle:
Archetype:
Primary:
Secondary:

[jot about them recieving the invitation, their reaction, and why they want to enter. Be as long or as short as you want]

"I want blah blah blah blah".



After this topic is posted, I'll wait until December 7th for people to sign up and make teams. At the end of then, if you're not on a team, I'm gonna pair you up with a random free person. If there aren't any free people left...tough.
Need a partner? Talk your friends into this. It's impossible to have too many fighters!

PREMATCHES:
At the end of these few days, every fighter will be escorted (or taken themselves, if they want), to Carnate Island, Abbot Penitentiary. This miserable prison has been converted into a nice "waiting room" for all of the contestants. Each of the prison cells has been expanded and improved until it resembles a typical room of a house, and every person bunks together with their teammate. Though it still has the bleak atmosphere of a prison, it's quite clean and well-maintained.
This waiting room is where the topic will see most interaction. As I said, it's an RPvP topic, with heavy emphasis upon RPs. After these few days are over (and maybe a few more days for everyone to settle into their surroundings), the matches will be posted up on the main room wall for everyone to read and prepare themselves for.

THE MATCHES:
All of the matches must be done within the week. Discuss with your teammates and/or your opponents as to when you will get together. Once you have decided upon a time, you can either choose to keep it silent, or post the time on the forum for everyone to see so they can watch it. In either case, though, get the results back to me within a week, both teams, by either PMing or posting it on the forums for everyone to see. BOTH TEAMS must submit reports.
The matches WILL be held on the Test server. This is for people across other servers, so that they can participate with or against each other.
Temporary powers are NOT allowed. Only SMALL INSPIRATIONS are allowed.
Matches MUST be put at the lowest level bracket of the lowest level fighter. If one fighter is level 15, one fighter is level 23, another's level 25, and the final's level 30, the match MUST be held at the level 14-21 bracket. The ONLY exception is if BOTH TEAMS AGREE UPON SETTING IT HIGHER OR LOWER.
One match and one match only isn't the way to do things--if both teams decide that a rematch would be nice, then by all means have a rematch. Match as many times as you want until there are satisfactory results that both teams feel are good. But BOTH TEAMS have to agree on a rematch, not "omg we lost HEY REMATCH SO WE CAN WIN".
At the end of the week, if people are unable to decide upon a time to meet, or haven't submitted in results, I'll decide on a result for them. Teams will be systematically eliminated by losses until there’s only one team remaining.
And then what happens...?
Well, you’ll have to find out.

POST-MATCHES:
So you won? Great job, you can move on to the next part of the tournament! You're one step closer to getting your wish granted!
So you lost? Don't worry, there are loser brackets so you can work your way back up for a second chance!
So you lost in the loser's bracket? You're out of the tourney, but that doesn't mean you're out of the topic! You can leave the island if you want, or you can cheer on your friends/boo your enemies/try to get more information about this penitentiary or get your friends advantages!

BETWEEN MATCHES:
Use the forums! This is an RP topic, so RP! Don't like your matchup because you're against a friend? Have a drink with them and angst, try to talk them out of a match or into forfetting/not doing their best. Taunt the opponent, tell them how little chance you have! Contemplate about your wish! Reassure your teammate! Have a practice spar! Character development is KING!
Or you could investigate further into Abbot Penitentiary--maybe there's something lurking in the depths that could lead to special advantages or disadvantages for the fights...

CHURCH:
Church is our resident plot device. He makes sure everyone stays in line. He can take you for a ride if you're trying to disrupt the tournament. It doesn't matter who or what you are, or how many of you are ganging up on him, Church can kick your [censored]. Hard.

Any questions?))

Name: Sir Morgant
Level: 31
Global Handle: @TerminusEst13
Archetype: Blaster
Primary: Assault Rifle
Secondary: Electricity Manipulation

Name: Templar Morgant
Level: 13
Global Handle: @TerminusEst13
Archetype: Brute
Primary: Super Strength
Secondary: Electric Armor

Morgant frowned as he held the invitation in his hand. The entire thing rang of fishiness. There was something wrong with this, but he couldn't think of anything. He scowled as he read the location. A penitentiary? A prison? What was he, a criminal? He frowned as he folded the paper in half, pacing back and forth across the room. This would be a great time for him to truly deliver a crippling blow to all evil everywhere, and cleanse the world of the filth that contained it.
Yes. That would be a grand idea.
Morgant grinned as he opened the paper back up again, muttering softly.

"I want for all evil to be eradicated from the world, leaving only the good."



Name: Kairaishi
Level: 28
Global Handle: @TerminusEst13
Archetype: Mastermind
Primary: Ninja
Secondary: Trick Arrow

Kairaishi was sleeping on his couch silently. One of his Kabuki was behind him, swords at the ready in case anything would threaten its master--the other was on autopilot, scouting the apartment for any potential threats. Kairaishi, for all of his lightheartedness, took his security deadly seriously. He had a numerous amount of enemies that were vigilantes, supposedly "heroic" types that would slit his throat just for their own misguided view of "justice".
Blind, idiotic fools.
Reiketsu continued to prowl about the house, its mechanical eyes scanning the entire area. It heard a thump at the front of Kairaishi's apartment door, and tilted its head to the side curiously. An arrival while the puppetmaster was sleeping. It had to deal with this thing or person itself.
Click click click click click click click. Kairaishi had lock after lock after security system after security system on all the entrances to his apartment, and Reiketsu swiftly disabled them all with the precision and speed that only a machine could do.
Reiketsu flung open the door, shinging out both of its blades and pointing them forward.
Nobody was there.
Reiketsu looked down at the ground and stared at a slip of paper that was resting on the ground. Paper was harmless, unless it had contact poison all over it--a quick grip, feel, and scan denied this theory.
It was safe for the puppetmaster. Reiketsu retreated away from the door and shut it, once again activating all the security mechanisms and the locks, and glided over to Kairaishi's sleeping form. It draped the paper over his face and gripped his shoulder, giving it a few gentle shakes.
"Hnnng? Wha? Huh...?" Kairaishi shook his head, blinking as he took the paper and gave it a quick read over.

"...Y'know what? Screw anything fancy. I just want porn. GOOD porn, too. Not the crappy stuff that permeates the internet."



Name: Scordatura
Level: 21
Global Handle: @TerminusEst13
Archetype: Scrapper
Primary: Martial Arts
Secondary: Super Reflexes

Kkkkkkkkkssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhh...
The sound of rushing water is a simple sound, indeed, and rain torrenting down onto rooftops gives this sound, quite similar to a river running, or an ocean overflowing.

Kkkkkkkkkssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhh...
The night sky prevailed through the air, coating the entire district of King's Row in a realm full of black, illuminated simply by the pinpricks of light given by stars and by by the moon.

Kkkkkkkkkssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhh...
A blue figure perched on a rooftop, bent down on one knee. Clad in blue-and-white armor with a blue hood hiding a visor, the owner of the armor rested on the edge of the rooftop inside of her protection. Her blue scarf whipped around in the wind, tugging at her metal-clad neck, but she simply lifted up one hand to tilt her hood further in front of her face to keep the rain out of her visor.

Kkkkkkkkkssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhh...
Rain torrented down from the night sky.
Rain torrented down from the night sky onto the roof.
Rain torrented down from the night sky onto the roof and the blue-armored woman, who ignored the chill and continued to stare at the Row below.

She had already gotten the invitation.
She already knew she was coming.
She already knew what she want.

"I wan' a whole slew of research material fer me fightin' style!"

Murder is not only allowed for heroes, but condoned.

Much to my chagrin and loathing, but, well, what're you gonna do?

I enjoy roleplaying the good guys because I'm a goodie-two-shoes and have always dreamed about being a superhero that people like and punches the bad guy while cheesy action music plays in the background FOR GREAT JUSTICE.
I find it to be a more character thing, for me. I wouldn't say I'm perfect, but I'm definately a goodie-goodie, so I've never been able to play a villain--I despised them all, because they WERE evil, and I hate evil. The closest I've come is Kairaishi, but he's a neutral with good tendencies.

Hum. All right, thank you very much for the input, all.

Hey, all, I come to you with a bit of a question. Not that this matters in the end, nor is it important in the LEAST, but it's been nagging at the back of my skull for a few days, and I'm curious as to the answer.

Meet Scordatura. She's a lovely lass, and the entire reason I bought this game, back when she was named Shaelther and SUCKED TOTAL [censored]. A remake, reroll, and complete rewrite later, she has once again occupied the forefront of my mind as a favorite char.

An MA/SR Scrapper, she's a throwback to the henshin genre, when people would spit out cheesy lines, have a colorful transformation sequence into brightly-colored costumes, and then have corny fight scenes against generically-dressed bad guys and eye-roll-inducing villains (one of her more persistent foes is Squid Hitler) while upbeat music plays in the background. All she needs is a giant robot.
Spouting off one-liners with a thick Scottish accent as fast as she kicks and punches, Scordatura is valiant and determined, having a firm ideal of justice and right implanted in her mind and more than willing to act out upon it. She has no martial arts experience of her own, though, and relies on a hodgepodge fighting style she made up by mixing together things she's seen from crappy action films, martial arts manga/comics, and cheap fighting games. All of her abilities are mediocre, but the armor she wears (grafted onto her with a cry of TRANSFOOOORM-O, of course) amplifies her abilities to superhuman levels so that she can go toe-to-toe with martial artists.

She prefers to work at night, when most of the citizens and civilians are sleeping, and when many heroes are hitting the hay as well. She likes to work by herself or with as little company as possible, so that nobody gets in the way of her work or interrupts her, but she has nothing against working in large teams if absolutely needed. She's also utterly secretive and paranoid about her identity and ANYTHING relating to who she really is, and many people have given up in sheer frustration in attempts to learn about who she truly is.
Any failure with any mission she takes very personally, and sometimes she becomes quiet and disenchanted for a few minutes (up to half an hour) after any lost cause as she angst and emos and cries about it (to herself, of course, she doesn't believe in putting her burdens on others). After this, though, she quickly returns to her loud, brash self, kicking and punching people left and right while joking around as usual, confident and cocky in her abilities and telling all dangers to "Bring it OOOOON!".

All in all, how would you qualify Scordatura? What age would you put her in, if she was a comic-book char, and why?

((Development! Action!))

This event IS happening. Expect the topic to pop up around Sunday.
The level limit will be 30--those higher will be exemped down. You will be allowed to use up to three characters.

Start leveling, fraggers.

The Final Fantasy Online board, for one.

The topic pretty much says it all. I want to do a sort of RPvP event that mimics a fighting tournament. A mysterious group called the Five Lords holds together a combat tournament and sends invitations to people, telling them to bring a friend and form a team of two, where they compete against other teams of two. You would be allowed to sign up as many/as few characters as you want, and band together with other characters to compete for favor of the Five Lords for a prize. This would, of course, be held on Test so everyone of different servers could band with/fight against each other.
The set up would be simple--sign up char(s), and interact with each other in between the matches on this board. This can be simple pre-match tauntings, taunting about your last victory, trying to get to know each other, convince the other guy to give up or throw the match (allowed, y'know, by force or by intellect), pre-fight RP fights, consoling the other guy about his loss, or even an inner monologue about the prize. Then, when the two teams see fit (if they're taking too long to get together, I can supply a specific time), they get together and beat the hell out of each other, and post the results here for storyline continuation.

Above all else, it must be stressed that this is for FUN, not pwnage. Never done PvP before? Hey, you're still allowed in. Don't have a PvP build? You can still kick [censored]. Not interested in PvP but still want to develop characters and interact with others? Come on in.

In short, would you guys be interested in a fighting-tournament-esque RP, or should I just throw the idea?

So, despite our chars not often operating in the way you see them (often due to abilities we don't just brag about all the time and/or keep hidden due to IC reasons), if you think a situation calls a free hit, you're allowed to do it? No. Just...no.
And if we don't agree with this "Conditional Modding", we're "immature"? No. Way...way no.
Look, you're a great RPer, and likely a good person, too. But...no. Please, for the love of God, don't try to push this style onto us.
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I've made several "big baddies" in my time that my characters are still totally and completely unable to beat. In a case like this, be sure to warn the people you're playing with how bad this villain really is, so that they know they can expect not to win, or at least get hurt a ton.

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See, this is why I highly, highly prefer PvP to settle conflicts, rather than just RP battles. ANYONE can write that they're a big, bad, awesome character. Anyone can write that they've been able to frag Statesman. And anyone can give off a warning that "hey, I'm uber, you won't be able to beat me lol". So what do we call balanced? What do we call fair?
Personally, I give every (if not many) RP powers an in-game representation. Sometimes this spans multiple characters with different ATs. But, above all, I have a single, golden rule that I follow: For every strength, there is either a weakness for each strength, or a crippling weakness for numerous strengths.



In short, my view on RP battles as a whole? (Note, this next segment is not directed at anyone in particular, it's just general loathing and rage that has built up with all the idiotic RP battles I've dealt with through all my years of RPing. If anyone is offended, I apologize)
[censored] rules, [censored] systems, [censored] your arguments, [censored] your moding, [censored] your elitist views of what I should or shouldn't do, [censored] fancy arguments over what happens, when, where, and why, [censored] your fancy instant-kill moves, [censored] your forced hits, [censored] you all, just take it to the [censored] arena where there's already a [censored] set of rules and systems and see who wins or loses.
CoH/V's PvP is beautiful in that not everyone with a PvP-specced build is going to mop the floor with everyone, and not everyone with a horribly-gimped build is going to lose all the time. That's why it's one of the very few MMORPGs I've kept with, because I can build my character the way I want it to and still get people in PvP. Lot better than RO's or NWN's cutthroat system where if your build isn't pure PvP-specced, you're going to get your [censored] whomped.

(Of course, not everyone likes PvP, soooo...take that as you will)

An idea for a name could be Negotiator, or Arbitrator, or Adjudicator, Ambassador, or Delegate.

In any case, good luck with him. I'm sad I can't volunteer myself to introduce you to RPing (I'm a recluse and misanthrope, and my schedule varies a lot), I'll be watching you with great interest.

Yup. Once I rerolled Sir Morgant, an AR/En to AR/Elec. It fits his concept a lot more now, and aside from the bemoaning of Thunder Strike compared to Total Focus, I have never once regretted the change. I utterly despised the pink fists of /Energy, and the fact that divine lightning made a lot more sense than divine energy.
Though I do miss Boost Range, and, again, Total Focus is way better than Thunder Strike...Shocking Grasp, the non-pink fists, Electric Fence, and sheer badassery more than make up for it.

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Yeah yeah, I know it's fun having a guy with minions in RP but every time I read a battle with MMs involved I think, "GAH! They're doing it all wrong!"

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Restricting my own view of comic-style Masterminds to CoV-style Masterminds, and back on the subject of courtesy, I don't think this is a wise thing to think to ANY extent.
Why? Because there isn't one "right" way to do things. Let's go with the example of Masterminds--just like the game itself, there's more than one way to do a Mastermind. There's Tankerminds, Blasterminds, Bufferminds, and several others. This is the same way in RP--there's more than one way to skin a cat, as the saying goes. If there was only one "right" way to do things, then it would be boring as all possible hell.
Telling people to do things the way they're "supposed" to be is highly restrictive to the imagination. And RP is about letting imagination flow, not chaining it. Sure, there can be limitations and boundaries, but only in the interest of fairness for an RP as a whole.

The only way to do something "wrong" is if you're either moding (which, yes, is incredibly easy with an MM class. I remember one of Blarg's chars, Iron Fist, being all of a Mercs/Traps MM, Mind/Psy Dom, SS/Inv Brute, and Something/Something Corruptor. Oh, and was an Incarnate. Tell me that did not need hit with the Nerf bat, I dare you), being an [censored], or have the mythology completely and totally messed up (in which case you should have a damn good explanation. I'm looking at you, ALMOST EVERY COH/V VAMPIRE EVER MADE).