Crazy_Dragon

In that case, that's not strictly fantasy. Fantastical, yes, but it's not something I'd expect the heroes of most fantasy works that I'm aware of to be sporting, nor are such haircuts exclusive to Japanese fantasy either. That's not to say I'm against the idea of anime/manga-based hair disasters, mind.

Now, for hairstyles -linked- to the Fantasy genre... I, erm... I've got nothing. Other than that of Jareth. Maybe.

As MrBinky101 flags himself as AFK, mrthrowback points the banstick at Electric Feel again, watching it extend and strike the avatar with the same popping sound as before. This time, the stick applies the opposite effect, removing the silence barrier around him.

"Remember the rules. Keep it clean and avoid triggering an epic flamewar. If the conversation heats up again like it threatened to earlier, I'll do more than silence. Got it?"

With that, the admin casually drops the stick behind him and continues taking in the conversation.

"Oh, sure." mrthrowback gladly answers as he pushes his glasses back up his nose. "Check your PM, Morpheus!"

The PM, which Morpheus will have been notified of with a gentle jingle on his end, includes what some would consider a quick and dirty guide on how to review a room's logs, available from the first message posted right up to now. Despite the sloppy writing, presumably on throwback's part, it still remains fairly easy to follow.

"And yes, I am aware that some serious editing is in order, thank you. I will get round to it as soon as I can."

mrthrowback eventually draws his banstick from behind him and points it at the mess of shadows that is Electric Feel. Almost instantaneously, the stick extends to violently prod the player in whatever passes for its head with an audible pop not unlike that from opening a tub of Pringles. This is soon followed by a small blue field surrounding the avatar with the text "SILENCE!" in a big bold red font orbiting along its midpoint.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I think it's safe to say we can leave -that- particular subject alone for a short while. Once we've all cooled down a little, we can -maybe- return to it, okay?"

Mimi Lolcat calmly snaps her fingers, calling forth a copy of the memo from an unknown source. After donning a pair of rather fashionable reading glasses - something obviously worn by the avatar for show - she takes a moment to absorb the virtual A4. However, rather than passing any opinion she may have, the woman merely looks to Feel with a raised brow.

((Not to clash with Mech's thead, but this is intended to follow directly on from Rogue War III, which took place on the Union Server this weekend just gone. While this Open RP takes place in the Unionverse, having a character on that server is by no means a requirement for participation as long as you're aware for the events that transpired over the course of last week. Your character in this thread can be pretty much anyone right down to a random civvy, really.))

((Yes, this is somewhat inspired by/nicked from the Ghost in the Shell episode "Chat! Chat! Chat!", but I couldn't really work out a better way to get this going. And look on the bright side. It's a Unionverse OpenRP without chaos, panic and disorder and several things going boom before most people can contribute. Or lobotomised psychic whales. ))

The online game Other Life Online, unlike other MMOs out today, has served as an extreme form of social networking for some years now. Players can create their avatars in their own image, or at least as close to considering the creator's limitations and meet up with other players to engage in various activities available within the extensive gameworld, much of them designed by the players themselves, rather than simply going out and hitting rats with an improbable sword all week. Of course, if you wanted to do that, someone was bound to have developed a working Whack-A-Mole somewhere, but that's about it. On the plus side, it does combine reliable VoIP code with some of the finest lip-synching seen in a virtual world. Why? Well, we shall get to that soon.

The game's world is generally divided up into regions geared toward specific types of content for the sake of making things easier to find if not a complete walk in the park. You know, action activities in one corner of the map, puzzle games crammed into an impossible cranny on the other end. Your attention is now drawn to the region of Blatherston, an area dedicated to masses of 3D chatrooms for all your mass, erm, discussion needs. Within this region, a new room has just been opened, one that will draw attention to most of the people living in the City of Paragon, Rhode Island, USA, Earth and so on.

Once you've figured out how to enter this room, because for some reason all the actual doors in the game world keep answering "It's locked." every time you click on them, you find yourself in what appears to be a large lecture hall, much like the ones in just about every university you've ever been to. The only notable difference, of course, is the complete lack of any wooden finishings or other decor. Instead, everything is plain and angular, plasticky and split between two very bright colours. Red down one side, Blue down the other, with a great big white star in the middle. For some reason the star is cracked right down the middle. Whoever you happen to worship knows why.

Before you, on your highest point, sits a lone man. He appears to be a healthy twentysomething with a mullet directly out of some 1980s cop show and aviator's glasses to match, however, a player's avatar here has never once been a clear indication of the individual behind it. His position at the highest point in the room, along with a small yellow star above his head indicates that this man is the room's admin and prime moderator. His public info identifies him "mrthrowback". Across the hall sits the first standard member to enter, assuming others hadn't entered before her only to suffer the inconvenience of ISP failure. She is an improbably beautiful woman with short black hair that doesn't quite reach her shoulders. She is dressed in grey trouser suit. Further inspection of her public data reveals her username as "Mimi Lolcat", but that's about all you're likely to find out without commiting some kind of breach of the game's EULA.

"Welcome!", the player known as mrthrowback greets you with a slight wave. "Please, take a seat. Now, before I continue, I need to ask just a few teensy little things. First off, I ask that you try to keep it clean here, or I'll be forced to use the banstick here."

The admin then proceeds to pull a large plasticky rod from behind his chair and points it at you before putting it back.

"If at any time you fail to keep your cool and get all shouty and abusive towards another member, see above. Pull any stupid stunt that would serve to disrupt this conversation, see above. Generally talk out of your bunghole incoherently with nothing worthy of a contribution to this discussion... you get the idea, right? Don't worry, I've set that as this room's Message Of The Day so I don't need to kill my throat repeating it."

mrthrowback then proceeds to shuffle a pile of virtual papers about, much in the same manner as a newscaster.

"SO! Today's topic, which shall be played back to all who enter the room... We've seen some pretty nasty events occur over the course of the past week or so that has divided public opinion on Paragon City's heroes. Primarily -one- hero being somewhat allegedly unheroic in his treatment of a surrendering Soldier of Arachnos - I mean, defenestration isn't exactly nice, now - beating down on Rogue Isles residents purely on the basis of passing comments, yadda yadda yadda. Well, allegedly, but that little genius Molly Longstaff seemed to have it in for him, didn't she? While the offending hero ended up leaving the land of the living at the hands of one of The Corporation, I have to wonder if the division of opinion has shifted at all in the days that followed. Discuss, people!"

I once managed to hook a spring into my middle finger once back when I was twelve. Picked it up from the floor with the intent to chuck it in the bin once the teacher had finally shut up and it somehow broke skin and got stuck while I waited.

And then, back before my 20th, I ended up passing out at work. On my feet. Apparently I smacked my head off a desk as I fell so when I came to, I was pretty much numb down one side and shaking for several minutes. Cue back issues for several months (Still got them, just on a minor scale now) and suddenly going numb down one side AGAIN in bed a week or two later. The nightlong stay in hospital wasn't fun.

A nurse smegging up the art of taking one's blood even less so.

Take all the time you think you need, man. If things are starting to drag you down, it's not worth pushing yourself on to the point of clawing your own eyes out.

Heard on The Marc Maxxis Morning, Rescuer Radio, January 20th 2009:

"And that was 'Planet Earth' from Duran Duran.

As all you lovely guys and gals in the Birthplace of Tomorrow may well be aware - and if you aren't, welcome to Earth because... this is some fairly large-scale stuff from where I'm standing... sitting, sitting - the media's gone just a -little- bit crazy over the antics of Pious *adopts faux-deep voice* 'The Priest' *returns to normal* Hunter.

Well, yesterday, it looks like he finally got the comeuppance many thought was coming to him when one of the Corporation's goons decided to pick a bone with him, killing a Longbow Agent in order to summon The Priest to Warburg for a mano-a-mano fight. Judging from the photos released, though, I think it's safe to say he picked more than just -a- bone, you know what I'm saying? In any case, we at Rescuer wish Mr. Hunter a speedy recovery and our thoughts go out to the family of Longbow Rifleman Simon Wills, who was cruelly used as the bait in this incident.

In spite of Hunter's current condition, Molly Longstaff has issued a statement regarding her part in the incident. Whoa boy, does she have a grudge! After giving her own condolences to and offering financial support to Wills' family, she went on to slam Hunter's alleged antics over the past week, branding him 'a cancer on Paragon's hero community' and promising to take 'further action against him if he continues his current behaviour'. You can find a copy of the full statement on the Rescuer website.

Well, seeing as Paragon's heroes seem to be going through quite the car crash this week, next up on the playlist is... *adopts deep creepy voice* KAVINSKY!"

Uh...

Crazy Dragon is joined by his sister, DJ Stacker, and his mum StreetLight. Due to a magical mishap, he ended up with a female clone of himself now operating as Sting Star once the initial mess was dealt with. He's also on good terms with the teenage cross between Tony Stark and Motoko Kusanagi that is Molly.EXE, often meeting up for scheduled bouts of Dance Dance Revolution. Currently dating Trick. Second Shot blames Crazy Dragon for her death and is currently hellbent on wiping the entire Stacker family from the genepool.

Molly.EXE has several agents in her employ. Crash Leadfoot was hired after her previous employers collapsed in on themselves, along with 777. Crash often operates with Mashup and almost ended up destroying the alien robot Star Splitter during their first encounter. Erica the Butler was initially built my Molly as a personal project, but has since become a vital asset to the teen genius' organisation, and Sky Stormer tends to be found in the nearest Longstaff WarTech lab ranting his head off over his powersuit. Justine Sampson has yet to actually socialise proper with the rest of them. The whole team is currently targeted by the former human Digital Curse and disgraced scientist Constructed Curse.

DJ Stacker owns a record label and radio station, all by amazing coincidence staffed by metahumans. DJ Marc Maxxis presents a decent-sized chunk of the radio station, while White Noiz and Another Visitor produce their own music. Reactor Party is also on hand whenever a songwriter is needed. Being one of the Stacker family also sees her targeted by Second Shot.

(phew!)

Stop posting your robot porn, Tech,

*de-stresses, grinds stress balls, throws his plush Jigglypuff against the nearest wall repeatedly, and gets a decent dose of caffeine!*

Okay, I'd like to apologise for being a ratty b'stard there. I have no excuse. I'm a *****. I'm sorry. *begbeg*

I'll try and clarify a few things though.

First, I wasn't saying that I -wanted- vehicles in the game. Well, not that badly anyway. Would be nice, but at the same time, it's not the end of the world for me. No biggie there. Really. I'm fine with fudge. Mmm... fudge... >.>

I understand that adding vehicles may never happen, even so, I still personally disagree with a few things. Not necessarily out of the desire to see the impossible happen, but a couple of things didn't quite make sense to me at the time, but I'm more than willing to accept that I'm wrong to fail to see sense in them:

The "How do you fit a car into a cave?" questions, I still don't really agree with, from a logical PoV. I mean, I personally just don't see the need to even consider trying to jump that hurdle. Why would anyone -try- to cram a car into an office (Short of making a dramatic entrance)? Logic would dictate, for example, that one would park, lock up and walk into said office, right? Remember this is me trying to make sense of such questions now, I'm not going to try arguing my point any further. o.O

*sneaks in*

*plops big cake on table with stonking great candle that reads "LIE?"*

*sneaks out*

It's... just not his week, is it?

Memo that may or may not have been leaked: