Valerika

I don't know about a healing bullet, but it would be funny as hell to have a "put character X out of their misery" bullet. When a player gets down to blinking red, you can give them a shot to the head, Old Yeller style. "Sorry Superman, but we had to put Aquaman down. He got fin-rot and he was suffering. He's in a better place now."

Once upon a Positron there was a bug. It's purple Mankey liked saving walruses deaths. Until a green shoe fell off a pretty cloud of root beer fluff cleaving off seven little toes while chewing Bubblegum. After seeing the drunk Pinnacle-ite puke chunky bits of magnets, it stumbled into a garbage carafe. Feeling pretty depressed, it died a Lonely death.

Elsewhere, there were some hungry hippos dancing on me for every time one slurps from the fountain of Wayne. In the early dawn, sirens wailed under a pale little moon made of nothing. People thought they saw Ghost Widow munching on Doritos with Valerie. But it wasn't Doritos, it was a magical corncob that sexy Jay designed with care.

This time, she wanted 12 umpa-loompas and 5 slimy Pterodactyls with Listerine. Suddenly the wizard Spanksalot grumbled with great big annoyance. Dirty scoundrels sacked small vermin left by evil midgets wearing pink Fedoras and speedos. However, Elvis wasn't having cheesecake; he stopped to adjust Stacy's corset that had melted rubber down its frog but sadly, he died.

Cheney shot the lawyer in the buttocks with spitballs made of recycled garbage with asparagus. After blowing the mayor, he loaded up 12 hundred bucks obtained illegally so he licked garbage which Statesman tossed overseas. I then drank sour kiwi Rum. Drunken Avenger then sang Imagine. Afterward, Lily Tomlin beheaded the Tele-tubby while it sat eating pickled beets.

Next, Cloud Strife, Tifa Lockheart, Vincent Valentine and Yuffie Kisaragi took Aeris Gainsborough out cold.

Considering everything that transpired, little foot sat on his behind waiting for apples. Eskimo kisses tickled my tootsies unmercifully. Eventually, they screamed bloody Sunday until one benevolent little prince started rubbing knobs fiercely.
More midgets climbed Numina and pruned quietly. Taking advantage of nimble and skilled gastrointestinal parasites wasn't such a hard chore, except flying ones drove crazy trains.

Then, He-man decided to lick post-its and stuff because chimichangas just weren't enough. Orko screaming meemies blubered aimlessly South. The dog chewed Positron. He farmed ancient Rikti chimichangas. Then, Captain Swatkowski dribbled on his bib. This caused Swatkowski to run slower; the ice cream chimichanga tripped. Sensing imminent disaster, Pablo summoned blue fire buttfungus, unleashing unspeakable horrors. After the Furby stimulated mister Chimichanga, he stole 8000 blue chimichangas.

Ravenously belching Jingle Bombs, popsicles, Lava-lamps, and edible thongs, he swore revenge on Muffins containing poison tic-tacs for ruining everything. After hours of making Fudge of Extreme Puffs, he melted. Then the mighty leafblower

My characters all know each other. In fact, some of them were created by each other. My blaster, Valika, was a policewoman who was nearly killed by Malicio, my brute during a bank robbery. They gave her cybernetic implants and injections of an experimental mutagen they hoped would help strengthen her ability to heal. The treatment worked--with a side effect of giving her superpowers similar to those Malicio produces artificially with his powersuit. One of these days, she's going to catch up to Malicio and take him down...

This weekend, I decided to create a new character *just* for roleplaying. It's the first time I've ever done that--partly because I was bored waiting for Going Rogue to come out. So I created Valika. Since she was made for roleplaying, I thought her progress would go very slowly, and teaming would be hard to come by...

Boy, was I wrong. She hit level 26 on Monday. I surfed a fantastic wave of roleplaying all weekend with a wonderful group of people. Valika developed richly into the beautiful character tapestry of those she teamed with. It proved to me once again that the community on Virtue is second to none, and you don't have to park in Pocket D in order to find good roleplaying. Kudos to you all!

It's been a long time since I've really enjoyed playing a character with limited or no mez protection--I tend to stick to tanks, scrappers, brutes, and VEATs for the most part. However, I recently re-rolled my soon-to-be tri-form warshade, Ebocron. I'm looking forward to taking advantage of global recharge IOs to get my fluffies up faster, and turtling in Dwarf when my Nova form gets mezzed. Mostly though, he's just a diversion to get me through to GR, when I make my new demon-summoning MM. Come to think of it, I haven't made a MM in quite a while either, so that will be something new as well...

This thread has been a lot funnier than I expected. You started out apologizing for being a jerk. Then you preceeded to dismiss criticism without learning from it. Then you acted like an even BIGGER jerk than you were before--IN YOUR OWN APOLOGY THREAD. This is like watching someone get drunk at an AA meeting. It's horrible, but somehow funny at the same time--especially since you blamed your initial bad behavior on alcohol...

I'm almost certain it was the PvP thread. The sad thing is, you weren't being antagonistic in the slightest--you were calm, rational, and genuinely interested in discussing why things are the way they are. You didn't have a nasty secret agenda (that I know of ), but PvP is such a radioactive topic that people automatically neg repped you just for opening that can of worms. Then they saw you in other threads, and realized that you weren't that bad, so they changed their mind about your rep. Or people like me who knew you from before (and knew you were a nice guy) positive repped you to balance it out.

Basically, you got a bum rap for something that I don't think you deserved, but things are starting to balance out now.

*Shoots at Megajoule with dual pistols from 50 feet away*

Steelclaw, I think I love you. Don't tell my girlfriend, okay? She wouldn't understand.

I find the whole "You are RP'ing no matter what" vs "lolRP" arguments to be pretty strange. I think that there is always a balance when you play a video game, and neither school of thought has to be taken to the extreme:

1. The "lolRP" position: Even though this game is called a MMORPG doesn't mean that you have to take roleplaying to heart. You don't have to play your character as though you are pretending you actuall ARE that character, you don't have to adhere to canon story structure or behavior, you don't have to speak "in character" if you don't want to. Your gameplay is pretty much anything you want it to be, and as long as you aren't pissing other people off on purpose, how you chose to play is your business.

2. The "Everyone is RPing" position: Yes, technically we are all pretending (to various degrees) whenever we play a video game. When you play CoH, you aren't really leveling up your characters or walking them around the zones. You're just sending and receiving data from a server. Even when you play a game like Galaga, you aren't really kicking butt at anything or blowing up stuff. You're just entering data into a computer and watching the output. It's all make believe, even if you don't put any stock in it at all. Pretending what you do in a game actually matters or makes a difference is part of what makes the game fun. Until all games actually become remote control units for UAVs during a real-life battle, and getting damaged actually hurts you (like this):

http://pbfcomics.com/?cid=PBF134-Game_System.gif

...you have to suspend reality at least a little to enjoy it. When you say things like "I almost got killed!" or "I earned an extra life!" while you're playing a video game, do you really mean it? Yes, most of us roleplay--at least a little. I wouldn't say that makes us all HARDCORE roleplayers (hence the lolRP), but most of us "get into the game" at least a little...