I dare say, the Verbose thread!

Alas, I dare say I do not follow the fine sport of baseball. The truth of the matter is I don't follow any sport or such physical activities. I'm quite sure if we continue our intelligent discussion we will eventually find an agreeable to all subject befitting our gentlemanly words.

Perhaps our efforts to discover a common topic for discussion are unnecessarily strenuous. Let us avail the discussion to the one topic that I am certain we can unanimously agree upon: the fun romp known as City Of Heroes.

Brilliant! I would certainly agree that the video game known as City of Heroes is both enjoyable and fun. What, pray tell, is you favorite power used for locomotion? I'm fond of superspeed myself.

My good Angryellow, you have struck, with both word and phrase, at the very heart of our conundrum. We are talking, having verbal intercourse as it were, and yet word builds to word, word builds to sentence, sentence build to paragraph, and yet none of this builds to meaning. Quite right, quite right, we must move from mere verbal to display to a display of intellect. The use of rhetoric not for mere exercise, but towards the proof or disproof of a given thesis. That is the endeavor in which man is most ennobled--the proof of our dominion over the base animal.
To this end, I suggest this thesis: There is no greater assistant to the pleasure of battling evil in the game of city of heroes quite so persuivant as the nomilliciousness of the cookie!

I am thrilled that we agree, dear Ulli. I too am partial to the consumption of the delicious confection known as "cookies", whether vanquishing naughty hooligans in a simulated environment or simply perusing the expansive wealth of information found within "the internet".

With regards to dear Chaos, I can not be dishonest. My favorite means of personal transport within the City Of Heroes video game is the power known as "Super Jump". I feel that it is the fastest method available, and the most convenient to maneuver as well. Though I must admit, at times I can not elude the dreadful idea that my "toon" appears to be a "dork", leaping about town whilst others with more traditional means of transport are in the vicinity.

My dear colleague, Ullikummis, I accept your opposition to those that choose the path of malevolence endeavors. I fear that some of you have misinterpreted my true intentions, while I am a man of well upbringing; I am also one who takes pleasures in such malevolence endeavors. I dare say the ecstasy of pulling off as the simpler folks say, ‘the perfect heist,’ is very stimulating.

In response to the wealthy Chaos, I find the feat of super jump to be most beneficial when circumventing obstacles within ones path.

Dear Zyal concurs! I shall declare this to be evidence of the superiority of "Super Jump" over all other methods of personal transport!

Ahh But I disagree with that assessement. Flight is clearly superior. With its recent increase in speed it now matches favorably with other travel powers, and unlike those It has the advantage of not being affected by that evil known coloquilaly as gravity.

With flight what goes up need not come down.

Ah dear Catsi, many enemies known as 'mobs' possess some sort of power which causes gravity to affect those in the air. When fighting all sorts of mobs what goes up most definitely comes down.

While you are correct in stating that the base speed of "Flight" has been optimized, it remains inferior to that of "Super Jump". True, one must be prepared to contend with "gravity" as it were, but I feel that be an inconsequential penalty to suffer in exchange for superior speed. Dare I say also that "Flight' could be considered insidiously linear. Indeed, I say even "boring".

Only if one flies in a straight line. Since flight is infitnely maneuverable this need not remain the case. As Super leap while faster does have some minor maneuverability issues it also has the problem of needing to "come down" a flyer need not descend to mother earth in this regard.

Though I will grant that the bane of supression does indeed ground and slow one it affects all equaly save teleportation. Flight does however have the ability to hit the ceiling and touch the sky where as poor Super leapers may leap for the heavens but will forever fall short.

Catsi, I am appalled at this trivial rubbish you present! In what manner is being able to reach the vertical limit unimpeded relevant to the argument of practicality between Flight and Super Jump!? I scoff at this demonstration of imbecilic drivel!

I notice that none of our other fine gentlemanly friends like super speed quite as much as I. Upon deeper investigation I have determined that my preference lies solely in that I always take super speed and am comfortable maneuvering with it.
In effect therefore; I refrain from taking super jump simply because it is new and different. While others might find that strange I find that I enjoy routine and doing new things seems to unnerve me.

Also I must declare that I absolutely detest the abominations of maps known as caves.

While personally the opinion of the assignment destination map known as a cave is agreeable wholeheartedly, the entity commonly and personally referenced to as myself feels that an thorough elaboration is in order when the subject at hand reaches such literal, albeit enclosed heights known as oranbega, often going by the alternate designation "the map damned by every individual deity both worshipped in modern society and those forgotten by the revolutions of the earth and by the rotation of the hands of a clock" the self declares this nonsensical, infuriating amalgamation of endless tunnels and chambres that rival the grandest tectonic formations in size to be infinately unsettling, detestable, and uncomparably unenjoyable to waltz through whilst making use of greatly accelerated speed and highly enhanced vertical velocity. the subject within currency is exaserbated by the undeniable truth that a hated organization of paranormal manipulating malefactors insist upon residing in these abominations of a tasksetting

If you would be so kind as to allow me to interupt this most auspicious of threads, permit me then, in lieu of the more commonplace sobriquet, to suggest the character of this dramatis persona. A Power Ranger, I am not.

My deepest gratitude, dear Sentai, for your benevolence. There is no doubt that myself and our colleagues would indeed have mistaken your true identity for that of a "Mighty Morphin' Power Ranger" had you not come forth on record and given confirmation to the contrary.

I too would be most wise to seize this opportunity to confirm once and for all that my true identity is not that of a downtrodden independent florist and flower merchant.

I say, while we are declaring quite plainly that which we can not lay claim to be I must say that I am not; in any shape, manner, or possible estimation overweight. In face most would call the person known as me, quite skinny and exceedingly white. I fear that if I were to suddenly remove my clothing, which I dare say I've no intention of as I am quite the modest chap, I could quite likely blind you with the sheer whiteness of my epidermis. Now where I was going with that I can't quite be sure but it certianly sounded verbose and gentlemanly.

I find myself involuntarily conjuring mental imagery of a thin, pale young chap, and I declare that I am inconsolably irritated by this.

Perhaps you should avail yourself to conjuring images of perky young nubile and buxom women, in your endeavour to offset such shoddy imagination rendering. I would suggest having those same birds frolicking about teasing at one another's hair and garments made of silks and sheer scraps of fabrics masquerading as apparel. Let your imaginations run rampant with the whispers of lascivious and wanton promises.While maintaining one's proper dignity ofcourse.

Please permit me a moment to proclaim my deepest pleasure that our good chap, New Age Knight, has been so kind as to join this very discussion. A thread without New Age Knight is like a cookie without nary a chocolate chip--delicious, but disturbingly lacky in every bite. Good show, Old Sport. Good Show!

Upon the advisory of both Mr. Chaos and Mr. Knight, I shall partake in conjuring the mental imagery of scantily clad nubile young ladies. Though I must admit that would rather not resort to fantasizing about Ms. Megan Fox. Though she is indeed an indisputably gorgeous lass, I feel my energies would be better suited in the fantastical enjoyment of Ms. Olivia Wilde.

Jolly good rogering there Ullikummis ,Earl of Cookie.Though I must admit I did happen upon this fine thread one previous time. Though I was a tad on the rougher side of the verbosity needed to be accepted or dare I say embraced in a purely metaphysical way.I encourage all to dine at this succulent buffet of the most idle of idle banterings. Perchance someone might be prompted to augment their own cornucopia of conversational ammunition. I should like no more than to continue this linear connection of points of discussion ,alas I feel as though some may deem that my tangentially active mind possibly has initiated a meandering process and may no longer yield valued fruits for those forthcoming forum-goers.