The power of 3 werewolves and a moon

When I got up this morning, I had no idea my life would change. My day started off as usual: waking up groggy and disheveled, having fallen off my bed onto a pile of days-old laundry as my alarm clock blared "Highway to the Danger Zone." I threw on some wrinkled clothes and made a mad dash to the public transport hub, because that's how I roll ever since my Impala broke down on my front lawn.

After 3 bus transfers I arrived at work, creeping through the back door into the kitchen so I could snag some grub while on the clock. (I'm technically at work, right?) There was no one in the kitchen this morning, but I spied an unmarked package sitting atop one of the tables. Sometimes, people leave stuff and if you're discreet about it you can totally take it.

This particular package was odd: a hermetically-sealed metal box wrapped in chains with a tumbler lock, roped off with yellow caution tape. It rested on an eerily-glowing shamanic circle that had burned itself into the table. The box held my gaze, and I swore I heard the distant, plaintive baying of wolves.

Surely, this heavily-warded box was filled with the donuts that're sometimes bought for the whole office. Donut day is always a good day. Stripping away the tape and fumbling with the lock, I silently hoped nobody'd taken the last crumbcake.

Inside, instead of delicious, high-caloric breakfast treats was a single, neatly-folded black shirt emblazoned with three werewolves howling at a stark yellow moon. I could feel the waves of energy rising off of it; tentatively I reached out and touched the shirt. Instantly, the craptacular non-werewolf shirt I had been wearing exploded into flames, burning to cinder even as the werewolf shirt materialized on my torso--my torso which now began to bulge to Huge-size proportions, my guns popping out to fill the rapidly expanding shirt. I felt--knew--then that I could lift 700lbs., and my ridiculously muscular chest--that looked like someone turned the slider up to MAXIMUM--could deflect bullets.

Sitting down at my cubicle, being careful not to break my puny keyboard with my now-massive arms, the office visibly dimmed and the pale light of the moon shone down on me, which was odd because it was like 9am and I don't even have a window. Seriously, I'm surrounded by walls and I sit underneath an air conditioner. As if in response, my body underneath the mystical shirt began to grow a thick, insulating pelt.

Logging into the game I was met with similar phenomena: the in-game clock sped forward to night, and a full moon appeared over the horizon, which is pretty crazy because I know we don't model the lunar cycles in the game unless someone's been working on that but I'm pretty sure they haven't been. As the light from that moon hit my character, all my powers were slotted with purples, and I had unlocked the Incarnate abilities. Like, all of them.

In the chat window I started getting notices that I'd sold stuff at Wentworth's, even though I hadn't put anything up for sale. When I went to collect there was 1 trillion inf waiting for me.

With my newfound abilities and loads of (now unnecessary) currency I headed out to chill in Pocket D. As soon as I stepped into the club the music actually changed and my emote list filled up with every dance style known to man and wolf. All the catgirls instantly hit the dancefloor and started spamming /e grind around me, which was the only dance emote available to them. Everyone else in the place got jelly but they couldn't hate because they recognized my alpha status.

Deciding to run some missions, I started a league with my catgirl harem and we ran the Incarnate Trials, which were totally available to me even though they weren't supposed to be active on the live servers. I one-shotted all the bosses and everyone leveled up like 20 times and got more shards than they knew what to do with.

Logging out of the game, I headed onto the forums. Checking my moderation inbox I saw there was drama on the board; I let out a howl of frustration and everyone apologized to each other and began following the rules. Also every thread that asked for yo-yo melee powers was instantly obliterated.

I've only been wearing it for one day but this shirt has already made my life 10,000 times more awesome. I'm going to go home and throw out all my other clothes because I'm never taking off this werewolf shirt. Speaking of going home, it's almost time for me to head out. I think I'll super leap home today. With the power of the three werewolf moon shirt, I can do anything.

What would YOU do if you had a three werewolf moon shirt?

The same thing.

I'd track down whoever made us think we would finbally get T-Shirts over fur...


And then I'd go punch Chuck Norris and Blue Steel. And win

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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.

You Sooooo need to turn that image into an appropriate avatar Beast!!

Someone needs to give us rep bars back. Because that post right there, that is +rep.

I'd add the shirt to my ever-growing collection of City of Heroes/Villains products... o.o And wear it. With pride.

I have a T-shirt with 2 horses on it - does that count for anything?

I'll sell it for 2 billion.

Well, i'd probably learn to master this awesome power, because with great power comes the need for great control, less my godly-wolf-incarnate powers destroy everything.

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Originally Posted by Samuel_Tow City of Heroes is a game about freedom of expression and variety of experiences far more so than it is about representing any one theme, topic or genre.

Down the the Animal Pack, Up with the Shark/Fish Pack!

The three wolves and moon shirt is some sort of mystical aphrodisiac. When I first wore it, not only was I constantly being hit on by strangers on the street, but, inanimate objects started to get frisky with me. I was startled at first, "Is that... *mailbox* whistling at me?" Then I noticed various bits of discarded paper flying and sticking to me, but they were traveling *against* the wind! "Was that brick always there? Next to me? In my bed?"

This is what you guys need on the walls in your office.




The 3 Cole Moon.

That is REALLY cool, Liquid.

I would solo Hamidon... both the Primal version and the Praetorian version. Simultaneously.
Then I would solo the STF and the LRSF. Also simultaneously. And for added challenge, I will watch porn at the same time.
After that I will create the ultimate MA mission that will make HoF sttatus immediately after being published.

Naturally, I would drink from the Well, but I'm not thirsty at the moment.

Best thread ever.

I want this as a chest emblem.

Seriously.