(( Very good story! I gotta nitpick about one thing - its 'flak' it is actually a technical abbreviation of sorts, 'flack' is a civilianized term for giving someone a hard time 
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I sense an impending ban. 
Nice story ya got there, Lighthouse!
Post more, or me consumed by the ages!
Which is bad.
((It's from the German "Fliegerabwehrkanone," meaning aircraft defense cannon.))
Protoprawn
I like this. Pretty well-written.
((Ahh.. I thought Germany might have had an influence - I can never remember details like that ))
Extremely good story...it drew me in and has given me a vision of your new avatar...now all I have to do is create it
Very well written. Thank you for sharing it.
Thanks everyone for the comments. Glad you enjoyed it.
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Very well written post. Glad to see another red name with a roleplaying flair.
-Cy
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But, but, what AT and powers are you? What Security Level? How many HP do you have and how did you slot your powers?
Tell us the important stuff! 
Good writing. I think I'd brew a different cup of tea, but the quality and thoughtfulness are present.
Great story Lighthouse.
After reading it though, I have to wonder... what powersets is your in-game hero?
I'd have two guesses:
1. Gravity/*** Controller- "Through it all he came to better know this clarity of motion and time, to hone it through the saving of his own skin and then to rely on it."
2. Invulnerability/*** Tanker- "Indeed his mortal form seemed trapped in the youthful vigor of the time just before his fall. As years passed he came to see how time wore more harshly at those around him but left him mostly untouched."
Very good story. First time i think i've seen a redname post ant rping.
I think I'd say...grav/storm troller?
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Not bad, though a little abstract--which isn't necessarily a bad thing. Can't wait to see the pics!
It's a very nicely written story indeed. Good grammar and spelling were also present, which is certainly nice to see. The idea of a man who is drawn back from death by a memory of his life, is also rather inspired. It's almost an idea that is very reminiscent of James O' Barr's comics about the Crow, though not as centered around the concept of vengeance of course.
Overall, it's a very good start and I hope you'll post some follow up stories about the character. My interest is certainly piqued.
=^_^= Mow!! good story and welcome to our fold.
*pounces and huggles lighthouse in greeting*
So you mean you'll put down your rock, and I'll put down my sword; and we'll try and kill each other like civilized people?
Dubbed first knight of pep-istan by her majesty Queen Pepcat. first catmonaut to walk onna moon.
PENGUIN!!!...(^)>
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/kin Controller?
You're probably going to hate me for this, but here goes...
enormity
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Do you have an evil, Praetorian version called Darkhouse?
Is this your older brother?
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Ooh, interesting. I'm guessing you're a Natural or Mutation?
It sucks! You go write me another draft...this time...with more ANGST and...and BOOBIES!
No really I enjoyed it. Great intro!
Fantastically written story, Lighthouse. It should do well to place you among the pantheon of heroes the rest of us aspire to become.
My Stories
Look at that. A full-grown woman pulling off pigtails. Her crazy is off the charts.
Welcome Lighthouse...:-)
Here is a brief story with a background to the in-game persona of "Lighthouse". Enjoy!
The crash of the surf sent salt spray dancing into the air, moistening the rocks and steps of a broad, winding path along the sea. The path followed a long stretch of rocks outlining a point of land that jutted defiantly into the surrounding water. An overcast sky hung heavy and low on the horizon, grey with the endless clouds that clung to this intersection of land and sea.
Along this path two figures walked; a man and a woman, arm in arm. As they walked casually along the path, their idle conversation mixed with the steady roll of surf, the cries of shorebirds and the soft sigh of wind easing through tall grasses.
It was clear that the man was from the nearby military base. His somewhat rumpled khaki uniform and thick leather bomber jacket made that obvious. He was an aviator, and flew on one of the many airplanes that droned endlessly about the nearby runway. The woman could have been from any number of walks of life, with her long pleated skirt, small neat hat and warm wool coat typical of residents of the nearby towns or close by coastal city.
The pair followed the path as it turned up a small rise and came alongside a narrow dirt road that ran out along the promontory of land. The road continued into the distance where a tall pinnacle of stone and mortar jutted up from the rocky, windswept point. This man-made tower stood watch over the treacherous shore, warding away ships with its powerful, searching beam of light; the Lighthouse.
The man paused as they crested the rise, taking in the sight of the Lighthouse. It stood strikingly against the vista of grey skies and expanse of equally grey, lumpy sea. The seas thin edge of foam churning against the line of tumbled rock and narrow shore marched up to the Lighthouses base, drawing the mans eye to contemplate it. The man had often seen the Lighthouses searchlight in the evenings and early mornings. He had seen it also from the air, as he sat huddled against the cold airframe of the bomber he flew on.
His mind slipped away from the conversation and the panoramic view to consider the tumultuous specter of war that loomed over the far side of the water. Thoughts raced along the many grim possibilities of war and what that might hold for him.
Sharp words brought his attention back to his walking companion. They turned their steps on to the road and started to trace their way inland to complete their walking diversion. The man cast a long glance back over his shoulder to take in the Lighthouse one more time.
Later, the man would look longingly at the Lighthouse from his seat on the bomber as they set out on their most dangerous operation yet. The tall stand of stone and mortar gradually disappeared as they moved through the clouds. The man hoped fervently that he would live to see it again.
While the man would never again see the Lighthouse, it was not from his demise. Somehow, his life was miraculously spared, even though his bomber was torn from the sky by pounding explosions of flak. As he fell he drifted, the wind impossibly loud in his ears, his sight blurred and spinning and his mind reeling with the enormity of his mortality. He found himself looking up, with clouds before him and dark smudges of smoke or planes or something twisting on the edges of his vision. All at once, everything seemed to come into crystal clarity and he turned to look at the rapidly approaching ground. It was a field on the edge of a thick tree line. The ground swam up at him and somehow it was like he was only stepping down off a tall, tall stool. He gently came to rest. As quickly as the clarity had come, it left. He felt the crushing hand of gravity suddenly make itself known, forcing him hard down onto the earth and into the inky blackness of unconsciousness.
In the days, months and years to follow, the man would often reflect back on that day and those long steps down to the ground from his parachute-less free fall. He would search out that clarity, that jelling of the instant, that endless second where he could almost walk outside of times boundaries to save himself or someone else. In those dark days after his fall, when he was taken as a prisoner and traveled far into lands he had never known, he had many opportunities to feel the tugging of this clarity.
His body seemed to know more of this clarity than his thinking mind. It seemed to thrive on it. Indeed his mortal form seemed trapped in the youthful vigor of the time just before his fall. As years passed he came to see how time wore more harshly at those around him but left him mostly untouched. What did seem to touch him, however, was trouble. It was like he was a well of gravity that pulled the trouble of others toward him. This only intensified as he tried to make his way further into the world. Through it all he came to better know this clarity of motion and time, to hone it through the saving of his own skin and then to rely on it. Despite the many opportunities to use this clarity for his own gain or to strike the upper hand, the man never used it that way. The clarity really only came through powerfully in the course of saving himself or someone close around him.
He felt almost insane for experiencing it, wondering at just how such could happen. When these thoughts engulfed him, he would sometimes reflect back to that Lighthouse with its expanse of stony bound sea, or its searching light cutting into the night. He would yearn to return to that place and the relative calm of that time. He marked it as the time before his fall; the bookmark of before the clarity. The time before his death. Or perhaps, it was a time before a second birth.
Lighthouse
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