Ahhh.... now I understand.
LOL. Somehow that just didn't click.
omg lol i lovvvvveeeee this
LOL.
Yeah, ain't it something?
A Christmas present for the forum. It may be crooked in places and not quite what you hoped for, but I made it myself and brought it here for you, so you must smile and pretend to like it.
- Jock Tamson, Who hopes to soon wake from a long nap.
Long ago when the world was still young, but no longer so young, Defender set out in search of adventure. She set out into the park lands. Circling about she gathered the Skuls there into a great mass, and drove them before her with mighty storm winds. Into the air they flew, flying great distances some over the walls and some onto building nearby. Though Skuls flew through the air most magnificently, she soon grew bored as she had done this a thousand times before.
So next Defender gathered her family about her and they set out to gather Kora Fruit. In the shattered lands where these grow (that is a different story Best Beloved) there are great jets of air upon which one may fly from one floating island of stone to another. As Scrapper approached one such dangerous leap, Defender reached out with her powers and changed he weight and speed. This caused him, not unlike the Skuls before him, to fly through the air most magnificently and brought much laughter. Yet this was an old trick and after a while seemed cruel.
Thus the day passed: Great monsters where felled using techniques so well worn they seemed mechanical. Goals were met with nary a word spoken as all knew their role well. There is joy to be found in the application of well earned skill, but soon Defender found herself standing on a rise and looking out over The City not knowing what to do. The streets below were filled with memories she cherished, she could not just turn away, but was left filled with a melancholy that can come when one stares into the past.
Statesman looked down and saw his daughter thus paralyzed and sent upon her a great sleep. The sun rose and set, and Defender slept. Generations past, and Defender slept. The world changed, and Defender slept. When at last she awoke, she looked down upon a world at once familiar and yet strange and new. What was this new building here? Of what strange villain did the Children below her speak? A smile spread across her face at once both arrogant and confident (which are in the end the same thing, depending on results) and she set forth to learn what had changed.
So it is to this day that some who we mourn as passed are not gone. They merely sleep while the world changes. Some indeed are gone, and are sore missed. Yet others will return and find the world made new for them. Then we shall see faces we miss smile again.
- Jock Tamson, Mythologist
Brilliant as usualy Jock. Maybe also a subtle hint for me that it's time for me to go take a nap, heh. I'm sure that wasn't your intention though. 
EDIT: First after Jock!
Or, more hopefully, a note of his impending return?
very nice
This should to be told through the Mission Architect. <_<
I will do it if nobody else plans to; it needs to be done.
Virtue - @Kabuto & @Kabutops
Main heroes:
Dark/Psy/Psy Defender
Grav/Storm/Power Controller
Ice/Storm/Ice Controller
Plant/Rad/Psi Controller
Earth/Rad/Earth Controller
Main Villains:
Ice/Cold/Sharks Corruptor
Elec/Shield Brute
Fortunata/Soul Widow
that would be awsome, but it would have to be made on every server
I believe MA is cross server/faction.
Outstanding...(in a field,) Jock!
And yes, an MArc created on one server can be viewed, and played by all servers.
Sleeping...
My heart beats
It came from nowhere that I could trace; A single flash of violet electricity, glistening through the air towards me. When we fools rushed in, I heard the Tank barking orders and calling out for heals
said something about the alpha being really strong. I conjured up my strength in preparation to extend the power of the Fulcrum to my allies, but then my senses
they just
stopped.
My heart beats a second time
The light is all around me now. I cannot hear my friends, nor do I see or hear our enemy, who, moments ago, turned their rusted extremities towards us in combat. This feels very wrong to me. I cannot sap my foes for their endurance. I cannot transfer their health to my friends. I cannot boost my allies speed, nor can I steal some of my own. I cannot move a single muscle, though when I try, my efforts are met with a sizzling shock moving up and down my spine. The little I do see shapes itself around my vision and my body like an impressive cocoon of energy. The manner of casing resembles
a cage.
My heart beats a third time
How long has it been since Ive been captured here? The seconds go by like decades for heroes like me and my fellow Kin. What has become of my allies? Perhaps the battle has long been done, and theyve all met their fate. Perhaps I am doomed to rot in this forsaken cage, never will I learn to call upon the mysterious fire imps, and consume my foes in a deleterious blaze. While my powers carried me this far through life, only hope keeps my insanity from slipping
and even that has begun to fade
My heart beats a fourth time
All is not lost! Something breaks through this cage! My companion reaches in and touches my forehead with grace that I have never known. In that instant, my senses are restored. My rapidly blinking eyes eventually take in the view of the Tank smashing at the hordes of enemies that placed me in my prison, while Scrapper slices them into pieces. Blaster, wielding great focus in his eyes, blasts the onslaught with shards of ice from his fingertips, and together, we walk upon the corpses of our enemies towards their remaining forces, eager to triumph over them as well. Through the battle, I see Defender moving through the crowd, keeping out of harms way, and touching the others foreheads in the same manner that she touched mine. It is in that instant that I see the depth of her power, and my longing for her companionship.
I know why the Tesla caged bird sings. We cry out for the healing touch of our empathetic ally, and ALL of her siblings, to prevent our victory from escaping us. Whether it is spoken or not, my friend, I will always welcome your gifts. You are my savior
and well suited to hold the title that weve come accustomed to call you...
Here's another classic people should be reminded of, in spirit of the 6 year anniversary 
EDIT: oh hey, this was stickied... >.> Pay me no mind
[url="http://wiki.cohtitan.com/wiki/User:SaintNicster"]ParagonWiki User Page[/url]
[url="http://cit.cohtitan.com/profile/214#list"]City Info Tracker[/url]
Indeed! Priceless thread here... full of gems that are still enjoyable on the sixth birthday of the game.
"Quit cryin'! Do some pushups or something!" --Bernie Mac
Stumbled across these today. Not often do I play a Child of Defender unless my own black sheep needs tending.
These stories are biblical! I'm in love! Please keep it up!
I don't think the OP, quoted in my sig, ventures here anymore, though I hope that I'm wrong. I've felt the urge to continue the tales myself, but the first one I wrote up there gave me a feeling that it was inappropriate.
"Quit cryin'! Do some pushups or something!" --Bernie Mac
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Having angered Statesman, the Defender called up Acme and got in touch with its premiere agent, Wy Lee Koyoti.|
Originally Posted by Jock_Tamson
Statesman was angered and thundered a curse upon Defender for her impudence, "While you have a great many gifts, the greatest shall be of more use to others than they are to you!" And so it is to this day that the children of Defender have many gifts they cannot use alone so that they, from time to time, "have to".
- Jock Tamson, Mythologist |
Defender: Hello, Acme traps and gadgets company? I'd like to order a few things!
Koyoti: Why certainly, what would you like?
D: A web grenade! That'll root my enemies in place and slow them down, so it helps me just as much as it helps others!
D: Oooh, and these caltrops! More enemies running around in pain means less sharp pointy things directed at me!
D: What's this?
K: That would be our acid mortar 9000!
D: Put a dozen in the truck! Defenseless and vulnerable enemies are always a plus!
D: OMG you also carry these poison traps?! I'll take 10!
K: Might I interest you in these Force Field Generators?
D: Heck yes! Mez protection that's fire and forget AND defense to all AND it's a huge aoe?! Heck yes!
D: I'll take some of these seeker drones too! Ohhhhh and a few of these trip mines!
K: Very good sir, now what about these time bombs?
D: yeah... keep those, I've seen a few of your shows vs. the Road Runner, those bombs suck
K: ...
D: Oh, and Statesman said he's going to be paying for all this
(Thanks masterminds and corruptors, for giving us the primary that just keeps on giving, team or no team)
Every time a new Issue is released, I'm reminded of this renewal story that Jock_Tamson originally posted for Issue 9. Quoted here for easy reference.
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Each time a new Issue is released, and I see the pretty yellow and red lights on the server screen, I am reminded that the Winter has not yet come to the City.
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Originally Posted by Jock_Tamson
The season has turned again, and once more the City is renewed. It streets and towers teem with life as the Children of Statesman seek out the new challenges set before them. We have seen some hard seasons in the past, and reaped some bitter harvests, but always there was also the joy of the new gifts a new season brings.
Look out over the City! See the crowd there at the new House of Trade. Here a line of Statesman's Children stand laughing and toying with bats as they wait their turn to meet the Avatar he has placed amongst us. Someday the Endless Winter may come, but today there is Spring and new life. Someday the Endless Winter may come. Turn now from the happy and lively sight of the City and our new Springtime and look with me into the future that may come. Here is Atlas Park, quiet and forlorn. A single voice calls out asking if anyone wishes to join a Hunt in the Sewers. No answer comes, his voice echoes across empty streets. We move on to the Land of the Pugs by the Great Pit. A few gather here. They stop us and ask if we are the one they seek, but Aitchelar has not been seen in this land for some time. Here is Perez Park. Ah brothers and sisters, do you remeber the crowds that gathered here once in the Springtime of the World. No crowds teem here now. Skuls gather and dance, but nobody watches. The Endless Winter has fallen. Someday the Endless Winter may come. But not today. Today it is Spring! And we go to play. Fear not the Winter today. In Statesman's City, while we play, the Winter shall not come. - Jock Tamson, Mythologist |
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I actually chuckled to myself, kudos my friend. You are a brilliant writer(:
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Originally Posted by Jock_Tamson
It is said that Statesman's favorite son was Tank, who was most like him. While Tank received fewer gifts than his sister Defender, those he did receive he received in abundance. Tank could stand amidst a sea of his foes and take no harm and yet hold their rapt attention while he slowly whittled them away.
One day Tank set out to test the limits of his powers. So he sought out the Drek who has famed for his numerous children. The children of the Drek were so kind to the children of Statesman as to stand back up once defeated so that they could be fought again, and were much valued for this. Tank set about gathering about him all the children of the Drek, and indeed they came about him in a great throng, and yet could do him no harm. In time Tank's brother Blaster wandered by to see what his brother was doing. Seeing his brother lost in a sea of foes, Blaster called out, "Brother Tank! Do you need help?" Tank replied "No. I shall put these in a box, just set them on fire and I shall bring more." So Tank piled many of the children of Drek into a box he had found and went to seek more, while Blaster amused himself setting them on fire. In time Blaster's sister Defender wandered by to see what her brothers were doing. Seeing her brother lost in a sea of foes, Defender called out, "Brother Tank! Do you need help?" Tank replied, "No, I am putting these in a box so brother Blaster may set them on fire. Help him do it faster." Amused by the game Defender reached out her gifts to strengthen and speed her brother, who once more set it on fire, laughing to himself. In time Defender's sister Controller wandered by to see what her siblings were doing. Seeing her brother lost in a sea of foes, Controller called out, "Brother Tank! Do you need help?" Tank replied, "No, I am putting these in a box so brother Blaster may set them on fire while sister Defender aids his strength and speed. Go help your sister." Amused, Controller reached out her pale imitations of her sisters gifts to aid her in her task, while Blaster once more set the box on fire, laughing to himself. In time Controller's brother Scrapper wandered by to see what his siblings were doing. Seeing his brother lost in a sea of foes, Scrapper called out, "Brother Tank! Do you need help?" Tank replied, "No." So Scrapper amused himself by poking at the box while his brother set it once more on fire. In time Statesman noticed his City was growing strangely quiet, and the challenges he had created for his children going unmet. So Statesman set out to see what his offspring were doing. Seeing his beloved son in a sea of foes, while his sibling sat playing with a box laughing inanely, Statesman called out, "Son Tank! Do you need help?" Tank replied, "No...", and so Statesman took half the power from each of his children and replied: "You do now!" Thus a lesson was learned. - Jock Tamson, Mythologist |
I wish Jock was around to write the End of the World myth for City of Heroes. 
Agua Man lvl 48 Water/Electric Blaster
"To die hating NCSoft for shutting down City of Heroes, that was Freedom."
I believe he already did. The one where Statesman comes to find the City cold and dark.
These stories always made me laugh, choke up, and smile, despite that I was a child of scrapper. As the endless winter descends, I decided to copy down Jock's amazing stories. If anyone else would like a copy, help yourself!
The Defender's Bible
I've made a few spelling and grammar fixes but it's late so I doubt I caught them all.
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I have one question.
If I run defenders, they're empathy defenders. I have run with dark defenders and corrupters; but those black sheep baffle me.
What are those sheep Dark and darkity Dark leading around?
[/ QUOTE ]
They are the Dark Servant, aka "Fluffy." Think "Black Sheep" from the nursery rhymes.