((We need to chain you to the desk, so you don't run off on us next time, Gamey 
s'always good to have you back. Great post. ))
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Originally Posted by Zwillinger
GG, I would tell you that "I am killing you with my mind", but I couldn't find an emoticon to properly express my sentiment.
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Originally Posted by Captain_Photon
NOTE: The Incarnate System is basically farming for IOs on a larger scale, and with more obtrusive lore.
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((You better be getting involved in this Brit. I want to see someone with at least some sneakiness getting involved heroside. Also welcome back))
((This piece originally started out as just another Informer newspaper article alluding to one of the battle's from the current Rogue War III plotline. Once I started on the writing I realised I had an oportune moment to reintroduce my original main Britanic, as well as an old enemy... Anyway I wont give it all away just yet, so go ahead and have a read...))
{Fort Plum, Point Du Hoc, RWZ.}
For the last few months Eric Mitchell aka the mutant powerhouse Britanic had been working as an architectural engineering consultant for the Vanguard in the Rikti War Zone. Originally he'd so-say taken the job to help give him time to readjust after his return from exile in the Netherworld. The idea was to busy himself doing something he excelled at, yet still make a meaningful contribution to Paragon's defence without having to take up the mantle of Britanic. The reality was that on his return a traumatised Britanic was still feeling uncomfortable around the significant people in his life, and working in the RWZ gave him the space he needed to avoid dealing with that.
Still, as much as he thought he needed the space his work in the RWZ afforded him, he still craved news from the outside world...
"What do you have there soldier?" asked Britanic.
An almost startled Vanguard soldier turned to face the man who'd addressed him. "Me?... Oh, my paper. It's the Informer. Kind of an underground tabloid from back home. The writing is very editorial, but at least it isn't censored by the Arachnos Ministry of Information like the rest of the media in the Etoile Isles."
"Do you mind?" asked Britanic with hand outstretched. "I have been tied up making these structural upgrades to the forts for weeks now. News from somewhere else, and not involving Rikti would be a welcome diversion."
"Sure. Here you go." answered the soldier as he handed over the paper.
Thanking the soldier, Britanic took the paper and leant against one of the newly installed support girders as he started to read...
Story by the Snitch.
You can't turn your back on anyone...
...Why? Because as soon as you do some so called do-gooder Cape will try and whack you! At least that's what happened to former underground Superhuman Fighting Ring pugilist Headbreaker during a visit to Siren's Call.
Ok before you say it, we at the Informer know a former super powered cage fighter taking afternoon strolls through a 'Free-for-all' zone like Siren's Call is probably asking for trouble. However, what we got issue with is the dirty sneaky tactics Paragon's holier than thou boy scouts are starting to employ just to put one in the win column.
Unlike most of the other rogues scratching out a living in the Isles Headbreaker has the unfortunate affliction of having some measure of honour. So when a second rate cape with the overly grandiose moniker of Lord Defender challenges Headbreaker to a bout of 'fisty-cuffs' the big man not only agrees but he actually scraps using the namby-pamby heroes rules.
Naturally even with Lord Defender's no hair-pulling, biting, etc. Headbreaker handed the cape his sorry *ss, but that just didn't sit well with the defeated hero. As soon as Headbreaker turned his back the Lord Defender launched a decidedly unheroic sneak attack which the Headbreaker valiantly started to fight off. Things were once again going Headbreaker's way when a team lead by Paragon hero Pious Hunter, backed up by the ever interfering Longbow, launched a brutally savage assault against the honourable brawler. Lucky for the Headbreaker years of living in the Isles had honed his survival skills, and the beleaguered fighter soon made his escape.
Ok you the reader might be thinking who cares? But just think for a minute. If the so called heroes start throwing out the rule book we got a world that will soon slip into anarchy. Because when neither side give a damn about how they secure a victory it's the average joes who accidentally get caught up in the crossfire who get hurt. We already got the so called heroic forces of Longbow tearing up our streets illegally hunting fugitives from THEIR justice. The last thing we need now is real capes flexing their muscles and stampeding over us already struggling citizens of the Isles just to land a win over some goon who lives among us.
Of course if the prospect of us innocents becoming collateral damage in their no holds barred approach to justice doesn't bother the heroes then perhaps they might consider the danger to themselves. Extremist anti-meta groups such as Humanity First or Pure Tomorrow will just lap up this flagrant disregard of ethical conduct by heroes. Continuing down this slippery slope will only bolster support for dangerous organisations like these.
So come on all you so called HEROES out there. Know your place and play by the rules. Leave all the dirty tricks and the back-stabbing to the bad guys. Because if you don't in the end WE ARE ALL GOING TO LOSE!!!
Still, it's lucky the Informer isn't distributed in Paragon. Sensationalist rags like the Informer could do untold harm to the hero community. Got to be thankful for that small mercy I suppose...
{At the same time in a semi-derelict building, Steel Canyon.}
"Really Loot, you've excelled yourself this time. yet another abandoned building to set up our Paragon headquarters in. A truly inspired idea." said an obviously unimpressed Partisan as he walked across the dusty concrete floor.
In front of the metal masked Partisan was Humanity First's master scrounger Loot who was standing in front of some very large machinery covered in dusty tarpaulins.
"...and I thought sarcasm was beneath you." said Loot with a smile. "Any way Boss it ain't the building it's the nice furnishings that counts, and boy do I have something nice for you."
Loot gestured over to a shadowed corner of the room where Humanity First's indoctrination, and propaganda specialist, Doctrine was waiting. On loot's que the masked Doctrine grabbed hold of a corner of the tarpaulin and proceeded to pull it away from the covered machine. As the dusty tarpaulin fell to the floor a now suitably impressed Partisan's eyes lit up under his cold metal mask.
"TA DAA!!! People are always going on about the pen being mightier than the sword. So I figure Humanity First having it's own printing press is gotta be like having our own freakin' nuke!"
"No sarcasm this time Loot. You really have outdone yourself. Does it work?" Partisan asked with jut a hint of excitement.
"Well it needs some TLC, but I got Spanners to send over some of her boys from the salvaging base in the RWZ. She's confident they'll have it working in a week."
"Good. I take it you have something a little more ambitious in mind than merely printing a few leaflets."
"That I do sir. " interjected Doctrine as he stepped between Partisan and Loot. "Come walk with me as I tell you about a project I like to call the Ugly Truth..."
((PS. A big thanks for asking me to do this article. Just working on it gave me some great inspiration for the future development of some of my characters!))