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Not sure yet quite what I'm doing- won't be many since I dont have many on Protector. I do like the idea of spreading our...uniqueness across several servers. These are my (probable) refugees-to-be so far:

Working Class Dog- 50 Energy Melee/Energy Aura/Mu Broot

Junk Chunker- 13 Grav/Earth Assault Dominator (Yes, he's low level, may just delete here and make somewhere else if there's a group of us who land somewhere)

I've already moved my Ill/Therm Troller to Hyper's SG on Freedom.

::muses:: Maybe this will finally put a stake in the heart of the REALLY tired "There's other servers besides Protector ?" joke

::looks around innocently:: Finally posted a new chapter of TOTHI (First since August ! Go me ! )

It's a transitional piece, describing the building of the Hunter Institute was becoming tedious and holding up "getting to the good stuff." So, we rejoin Hunter's world after that fact, and move along...

And, if you don't know whose name that is on that file, PM me If you do know, please keep it to yourself !

Sometimes it seemed like the sunlight had forgotten King’s Row. Rain, smoke, smog… seemed like no matter which window of the Hunter Institute you looked out, there was pretty much nothing to see but nothing. Still, Hunter looked. He knew they were down there; the homeless, the runaways living on the streets because their parents couldn’t cope with the fact their child was a meta. And that’s why the Institute was here; to give them all a place to call home.


Except very few did. Once the renovations were done, Hunter had personally helped canvass the streets around Paragon, spreading the word there was somewhere besides alleys and overpasses for these people. Still, few accepted, and those few were by no means what one would call "paying customers." He smiled to himself as he recalled when it first dawned on him that the Institute couldn’t survive indefinitely as a glorified soup kitchen for metas. Thanks to the Geezer Squad’s willingness to invest in what they called "a damned good idea for a change", the Institute could survive for a good while even if another penny didn’t come in. Living off their money was never what he had intended, so he had "talked to the right people", and had started seeing patients for counseling again.


He hadn’t been sure at first how it would feel after so long "out of the game." Sitting at a desk while soccer moms talked about their failing marriages. While kids in heavy eye makeup that screamed "FOR GOD’S SAKE, NOTICE ME !" cried softly; sometimes they screamed and the mascara ran like pain flowing from their souls, but that was an act of trust most were unwilling to commit. While normal people complained in normal fashion about normal problems that they shouldn’t need Hunter for. Normally.


But, once he came to grips with his own metahumanity, once he started to see the metas his patients very likely scowled at when they exited the Institute, he became unwilling to accept "normal" as his final destination in life. Normal paid the bills, but it didn’t satisfy the soul. So, he looked out the windows of the Institute a lot. Looking for the answers that would set things in motion. Waiting for them to emerge from the fog.


A knock on his office door interrupted his silence. "Yeah ?", he called out, not turning from the window. A young woman who went by the name Spider Silk entered the room hesitantly, a large envelope grasped in both hands. "Uh…Doctor Hunter… this arrived for you by courier. Says it’s con-fid.."

"Confidential ?", he finished, turning to face her. She smiled back nervously, "Yessir, that." She jerkily handed it to him and stepped quickly to the door. "Miss..Silk, is it ?" he called after her. She looked over her shoulder, embarrassed. "Yessir, but mah friends call me Spider." "Well, I shall call you Miss Silk until you tell me otherwise," he smiled. "It’s only proper." She grinned crookedly and darted from the room. Hunter laughed softly to himself. Such a clumsy flirtation on his part, but it was important to him to let the people who came to stay here know they were accepted, and worthy of respect.


He studied the return address on the envelope, a local human services agency. "Work," he muttered. He opened the envelope, reading the cover letter carefully, then tossing it to one corner of the scarred wooden desk. He sat down in his thrift-store vintage office chair, and opened the folder, studying the name.

"Robert McCade ", he mused, the words swallowed by the empty room.
　

Sinfest
PvP (Rasta's fault !)
The Adventures of Dr. McNinja (ALSO Rasta's fault !)
Gods Playing Poker
PS238
Nodwick
LFG
Rock Paper Cynic

and Backward Compatible, as often as I think of it

Googled it for the fun of it... you play mean, JJ ! LOL

No real big thing here I have the Destroy Books for Television mish, which gives the Couch Potato badge, which in turn goes toward an accolade. (The redside equivalent of the Crey Pistol we all know and love !) Here's the thing. Over my 51 months, I've been on the receiving end of many opportunities for an "easy" crack at a badge that usually is tedious to get, so I'd like to return the favor.

Saturday evening, somewhere around 6 or 7 pm Central, I'd like to run a full team through this, with preference given to toons who do NOT have the badge already. Mr. Grey, Major T, and Hyperstrike have already expressed an interest, so with my MM, that's 4 spots left.

Feel free to "sign up" here, but since I can't guarantee the start time (late Thanksgiving dinner), it may very well come down to a "first come, first served" situation. "Can we change it to next Tuesday night at 1:57 a.m ?" type requests (Sorry, pet peeve ::stomps soapbox to pieces::) will be happily ignored.

Bring whatever you want, level is irrelevant with Super Sidekicking, and there are no tactical considerations to be met

It's all a blurrrrrr... lol

Even knowing this thread would arise, I didn't keep real good records.

I *do* know that Swamp Water, my Rad/Rad Def, went from 21 to 34, Daoine Sidhe (aka Dinky **** !), my Arrows/Mental/MUNITIONS (!) Blaster went from 31 (32 ?) to 41, Snoobs, my Widow went from 20 to 24, and Cathedrale (DB/WP Stalker) went from 21 (?) to 24.

I'm sure I must have done something else, but no clue what ! LOL

Happy Birthday, Trickeh !

If you're still strapped at "go time" I can fill with Defender, Tank, Scrapper, PB, Controller, Brute, or MM in the 50's, or pretty much anything otherwise.

Okay...people have given me shout outs, only fair I return the favor Gotta say, #1 criteria here is not just skill, but fun to play with !

Tank- MI Abrahms on MI Abrahms

Controller- BamaWolfie on Busty Keyhole

Scrapper- Taalan on Taalan

Blaster- Blazing Blue on Blazing Blue (Mental gets honorable mention, for having No Concept of Self Preservation. NONE ! )

Defender- (Two choices, depending...)

Heals- Me on Demon Hunter

Debuffs- Rasta on Rastafari Man (BECAUSE HE AIN'T NO DAMN HEALER ! )

PB- Ice9 on Ahren- dang near made it as the Tank !

WS: Knowmad on Knowmad. Good leader, and funny !


Redside is a little less complete, but here goes:

Brute: Rasta on Munchie

MM: Sooner on Ebony Rose (ALTHOUGH Rasta on Johnny Square is unmatched for RP goodness !)

Stalker: Major T on Bounty Killer. No one comes close

Corr, Domi, Widow, Soldier all get a No Dang Clue

GA... love ya like the little bastid brother I never had (No, really, it was just me and my sis !), but the whole math thing is getting annoying as hell ! LOL I feel deeply for you trying to sort this out LOL

Maybe next year... we just roshambo for it ? LOL