You had me weeping, Steelclaw. Bravo.
Good job man.
Ye who hath so many times filled my body with mirth and laughter now hath wrung a tear from my eye.
Well said, Steelclaw.
@Winter. Because I'm Winter. Period.
I am a blaster first, and an alt-oholic second.
Yeah now I'm crying again.
I had just decided to have some coh characters drawn up by striffle, and had been re-reading Retail Retali8r's origin story. She left one Paragon for another, but now...
Where will she be able to go, that won't die again and again?
Please read my FEAR/Portal/HalfLife Fan Fiction!
Repurposed
Who started cutting onions in here... 
@macskull, @Not Mac | XBL: macskull | Steam: macskull | Skype: macskull
"One day we all may see each other elsewhere. In Tyria, in Azeroth. We may pass each other and never know it. And that's sad. But if nothing else, we'll still have Rhode Island."
"One day we all may see each other elsewhere. In Tyria, in Azeroth. We may pass each other and never know it. And that's sad. But if nothing else, we'll still have Rhode Island."
well said steelclaw well said
Cancel the kitchen scraps for widows and lepers, no more merciful beheadings and call off christmas!
Mayan prophecy has come true... the world is ending.
The Alt Alphabet ~ OPC: Other People's Characters ~ Terrific Screenshots of Cool ~ Superhero Fiction
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No joke list. I'm not feeling particularly funny right now. This little story is me trying to express how I DO feel.
Goodbye CoH. Goodbye Devs. Goodbye my beloved Forumites.
Goodbye Steelclaw.
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Aaron stood high above the scenes below, the rooftop was quiet, granting a distance from the chaos that reigned on the street.
He took a breath, willing himself to become detached to achieve the same emotional distance from what was happening as the physical one hed managed. An impossible task, it seemed; his heart still ached, his stomach folded and clenched in upon itself.
The Well had departed.
Its departure had taken with it all the powers, both heroic and villainous. It had announced its leaving in the same cold, clinical way it had dispersed its favor. Everyone in Primal Earth had heard the words; abrupt and detached. The Well had never cared about them. It had lived AMONG them but never really been a part of them.
Below, made miniscule and toy-like by the distance, a group of people picked up a bench and threw it through the window of a store. They leapt through the jagged hole and began grabbing what they could. A former hero ran up, spandex dirty and dull, cape tangling about his legs. He tried to stop them; without powers now he tried to appeal to their better natures.
He failed.
When they left him he was prone on the street, his mask had been ripped off, his identity at last revealed to a world that just didnt care anymore. No one moved to help him. Those who walked past deliberately averted their eyes, perhaps in shame at their weakness perhaps ashamed of HIS.
Aaron sighed and looked away as well. His heart broken and bleeding in his chest he stared instead at his own hands, filled with the carefully folded uniform that had been his hallmark these past five years. He had been known and cheered in his day. He had been lauded by civilians and feared by his enemies.
Until today he had fought the good fight.
He leaned over the buildings ledge and let the costume go. Let his past be taken by the wind and flung to landing spots unknown. He considered for a moment following it. It was painful to remember he could not. To remember that he could no longer fly.
All out of happy thoughts, he whispered in a thick, tear-choked voice.
Instead he turned and walked back towards the rooftop door. He would live. He would move on. He was sure that, sometime in the future, he would find happiness and joy in life once more. He could not see that light at the end of the tunnel now, however.
After all, what light existed in a world without Heroes?
My mind wanders so often you've probably seen its picture on milk cartons. - Me... the first person version of the third person Steelclaw