Crazy_Dragon

Clicky till they get fix'd

I'd just roll my eyes and cancel, simple as that.

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IMO they should make a small differences in each server, one with a slow XP rate but a lot of quests(RP server) and one with a slightly higher then normal XP rate but less quests to do.

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No, just no. I'm not even going to waste my time explaining why that's a bad idea.

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Absolutely! We understand your time is so valuable that it cannot be wasted on supporting statements, debate, logic an all that tedious business. In fact next time just go with, "lulz n00b!!!!1"

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And if you'd actually read his suggestions and his reactions to even constructive criticisms against them, you'd understand why.

Wonderful thing to come back to... Patsy thought to herself as she used the nearby dumpster to haul herself back to her feet. Her head was still spinning after she awoke to find herself in the middle of a deserted alley. Well, at least it wasn't Silver Lake. she murmured. She never could understand why - even though her skin was pretty much inpenetrable - she could still feel pain from every blow she received, and her only chance of getting any real answers had vanished a few decades ago. It didn't matter anymore, and most certainly not right now. Now what mattered was trying to help clean up the place, if need be, and work out what the hell happened to that dropship.

The immortal kept her balance, closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths in an attempt to clear her head, then slowly walked back out onto the streets to see what was going on since she passed out.

She frowned as soon as she glimpsed the woman with the camera briefly, then shook her head, walking away in search of anyone who could use her help.

I'm not warning her next time...

((Buggering hell, you lot are quick... Meh, this is just what happened to Patsy as the ship popped, she's likely to land somewhere stupid and come to in a bit. >.&gt)

Hang on a sec... Patsy thought to herself. Something felt a bit strange, like the ship had stopped its descent. In fact, one quick peek out of the whole warned her that the ship was doing the exact opposite of falling!

What... the... The shocked immortal didn't quite get to finish her thoughts as she suddenly found her face slammed against the hull by the sudden explosion of the ship's payload, eventually being pushed through it and out into a freefall towards the ground, her unconcious self still pushing against the piece of hull that she had been pressed against by its force. Perhaps it was a good thing that she wasn't awake to feel the landing, so long as it was onto something solid...

Patsy grappled onto the rapidly-sinking dropship, and immediately slammed her fist into the hull, punching a small hole into it after a few attempts.

Well, at least it stopped the bugger shooting at me, the panicked immortal thought to herself as she then placed her hands on either side of the breach and began to force it to just the right width for a healthy 19-year-old to slip into. Ignoring Patsy's real age of course.

Patsy frantically looked about once inside the ship, hoping to find means to tear the damn thing apart before it hit home.

The one blast that had stuck Patsy as she vaulted from rooftop to rooftop took her by surprise, sending her hurtling back down to her destination head first. Dust erupted from the rooftop as the immortal girl slammed into it, stopping a few floors down.

Patsy groaned as she stuggled to pull herself back up once more. She neither knew nor cared where the lamp post had landed, nor did she really care any more. She had to act fast and...

CRUNCH!

"What the hell?" Patsy looked up at the hole she'd made, picking up the strange sound from that general direction, or at least that's where she thought it came from. A new whole beneath her feet formed as she launched herself back up to the roof, catching sight of the source of the sound: The lamp post landed in the right place.

Patsy didn't hesitate to pick it back up from its mini-crater as soon as she landed. The immortal faced the incoming ship, pointing a finger at the unseen pilot.

"Alright, hun, Round 2..." Patsy bellowed before finally hurling the post like a javelin at what she figured may or may not have been the cockpit, leaping at the ship in pursuit.

A final blow from Patsy must have caused something to ignite within the Heavy she began tearing apart as an explosion tore it apart in a single blast. The same blast hurled the immortal away, sending her rolling across the ground. Any normal human would have lost a chunk of flesh her and there if the blast hadn't killed them already, but all Patsy had to worry about was:

"Ooooooowwww..."

Pasty pulled herself together once more, picking herself up and dusting off her slightly torn and tattered T-shirt and skirt. She wasn't too chuffed about her bra being a bit exposed either.

"I'm just proper not dressed for this." Patsy muttered to herself as she looked up, finally spotting the incoming dropship that seemed to be on a collision course with her face. "Aw, you've got to be..."

The girl then rushed over to the nearest streetlight, still standing even after all the chaos thus far. Wrapping her hands around is as best she could, a simple grunt was all it took to dislodge it from its concrete base, another to disconnect all it cabling with next to no effort. Patsy then turned to the ship, and in a single bound leapt to the roof of the building in front of her, the lamp post still in her hand.

Patsy was annoyed as she stormed toward the Heavies, dealing the odd punch into the faces of any Rikti that dared get within arm's length of her. Some fell into unconciousness or death, some flew back into their own, knocking them back.

As she approached the mass of Heavies, a quick glance allowed her to catch sight of a woman armed with only a camera.

Typical! The immortal thought to herself, Always one flamin' idiot, isn't there?

"OI!!" she screamed at the woman as she continued her approach, her tone coupled with her accent quite possibly getting across that she wasn't in the mood for messing about. "Either make yourself useful, hun, or get the hell out of here! Preferably before I throw you out!" Patsy finally stopped, right behind one of the Heavies. With a single, near effortless motion the white-haired girl launched herself onto the heavy, leaving a tiny crater barely larger then her own footprint in the ground. The landing itself was smooth enough, parking her on a nice spot on top the metal behemoth, right where she could pound away at its armour with minimal hassle.

Her left hand maintained Patsy's grip on the Heavy, while her right, balled into a fist, raised above the immortal's head, before crashing down onto its armour with insane force. And again. And again. And again.

One grab. One grab of the stupid ugly freak of nature's excuse for a face and Patsy Crusher was all set. The immortal girl gave the Rikti Guardian a somewhat psychotic glare at the extra-terrestrial as she tightened her grip on its gradually-imploding skull.

"Alright," Patsy snarled at the Guardian, who by now was very slowly slipping into unconciousness. "Showing your ugly face was strike one, hun. Shooting at me was two. Now, can you guess what number three was?" the Guardian was almost out of it when Patsy then glanced about at the rest of the Rikti group that had gathered around her, before finally swinging the Guardian around on the spot, still gripping its head. It was a well-timed swing, knocking down most of them before they could even fire on her. Those that managed didn't acheive much, either missing or striking a girl with impenetrable skin.

It still hurt like hell, though.

Patsy lost it, incapable of keeping in the screams of agony as the blasts struck home, knocking her off balance. The Guardian was dead as soon as it left her hands, its head completely crushed by the insane strengh Patsy was capable of. Making an effort to ignore the pain as much as she could, the still-unsteady Patsy lunged her hand at the nearest remaining Rikti, grabbing it by the leg while the corpse bowled a few more over onto their back.

"And you can knock off shooting me and all!!" Patsy glanced behind her, spotting the Heavy about to take out the strangely-masked cape in its sights. The crazed immortal then hauled the Rikti Conscript from the ground, applying all the force she could muster into hurling the freak at the Heavy in the distance.

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if it takes that long, how slow is your connection anyway...?

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He's not on about his connection speed, he's on about his usage allowance - how much data he's allowed to download and upload per month before his ISP starts sending polite threatening letters. Or just disconnect him permanently. It could be anything fom a few GB to 100+GB, but if his allowance is closer to the former, he's a bit buggered.

Take a screenshot ingame by positioning the camera then whapping Print Screen. Then go into (Assuming you intalled CoX to the default folder) C:\Program Files\City of Heroes\screenshots and open your screenshot in your Image Editor of choice.

Cut the face out (Go for a prefect square selection), paste it into a new image and scale it to 80x80 pixels (ideal because any other size and the forum will scale it on the fly, which tends to look horrid).

Now save it and get it hosted (get a photobucket.com account if you need to).

Then go into "My Home" (The link's at the top), find "Personal information, email, password, etc." at the bottom of the page and click "Edit" next to it. Then just enter your password and paste the URL of your avatar into the text box near the bottom, making sure the "URL to your avatar" radio button is selected, and finally click Submit.

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IMO they should make a small differences in each server, one with a slow XP rate but a lot of quests(RP server) and one with a slightly higher then normal XP rate but less quests to do.

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No, just no. I'm not even going to waste my time explaining why that's a bad idea.

My favourite would be my main, a DB/DA/DMastery scrapper. Yes. Really. ... REALLY!! Okay, it's been a bit of a pain in the early-mid levels, but as I slowly approach 50 with him (47 and counting so far) and after a couple of respecs - oh and a sticking "Target Nearest Enemy" on a side mouse button - I find it... awesome, just knocking everything in my face to the floor. With style. o_O

((Okay, quick recap, My main, Crazy Dragon, managed to free a strange girl going only by the name of Isabella from Thin Air, a pocket dimension he had been using to store things, his weapons included. Weeks later, Isabella was recaptured and dragged, along with Richie's apartment, back into Thin Air. He's been staying at his sister's since. His Uni tutor, the ghost witch Shadowcrash, has entered Thin Air herself a few times since then, attempting to gather as much info as she could on the strange building there that holds Isabella and her guardian, as well as try and get a bit of help together for an attempt at both rescuing Isabella and getting Richie's apartment back into this world. She's not had much luck though.))

Friday 3rd October 2008, at about 3:00pm Local Time

A small café in Atlas Park, alive with the usual idle chatter of its customers, coupled with the clattering of cups, plates and saucers from the various staff, trying to keep up with the queue at the counter. Sat in a small corner, Richie Stacker, The Crazy Dragon is downing a can of cola at an alarming rate while his Croatoa University tutor, Selina Bartlett, watches him with a raised brow as she sips on a capuccino.

"Geez, Richie" Selina piped up, placing her cup down on the undersized saucer in front of her. "Will you be careful with that? The last thing Isabella needs is her one ticket out of there getting killed by a soft drink."

"I can't help it!" Richie responded. "I'm like this when I'm frustrated, you know? I mean... how long have we been trying now?"

"Uh... lost count."

"WEEKS!" Richie barked as he slammed his now-empty can onto the table, causing the sea of customers in the cafe to stare in his general direction. After an awkward few seconds, Richie finally uttered back. "Nothing to see here... bugger off." The crowd immediately returned to their own business without a second thought. "So yeah, where was I? Oh aye... Who've we got so far?"

"Well..."

"Two idiots, myself included, and a dead chick, that's what." Richie answered his own question in a tone that suggested all hopes of getting any help on his little problem with Thin Air were waning very fast, if not completely lost already. "And I'm willin' to bet he's completely forgotten about this."

"Five bucks." Selina responded with a smirk. Richie simply glared at her coldly. "Joke, Richie, lighten up for once."

"I'll lighten up when this is sorted."

"Your sis not gonna help out?"

"She's in Tokyo at the moment. And mam's in France. Again. And I trust dad about as far as I can throw him with situations like these, before you ask."

"Okay, so what about that Vi-"

"Last I checked," Richie butted in, "They've got big enough issues right now without my stupid problem adding to them." Richie then proceeded to sit back, placing his hands behind his head and supporting its weight with them. "At this rate I might as well just go in there myself."

"Bad idea."

"What's the worst that could happen, bar getting screamed at? Or incurring the wrath of a certain psychic-psychotic friend."

Selina couldn't help but facepalm at Richie at that very moment as she reached for her capuccino.

Back at Kings...

"Well, I've got a trace going on that TV signal." Molly said as she casually hopped up onto the 'cover' Fiona had created. "Not that I'm having high hopes of success or anything like that, but it's always worth a try, huh?" Molly's rifle teleported away silently, with only a bright blue wireframe of its form proving its prior presence before shrinking into oblivion. The pink-clad genius herself, then proceeded to sit on top of the car, her legs dangling over the edge of the roof.

"So, yeah. Unless anyone's got a better idea of finding this guy, because that's all I got."

Meanwhile...

Next. Next. Next. Next.

Erica was continuously flipping through the the results of her search, which by now was proving a little on the fruitless side. For a moment the robotic butler stopped herself, almost as if hesitating, before establishing contact with Molly once more.

Miss?

Yeah, Erica? Molly responded.

Hope I'm not interrupting... is there something specific I'm looking for here?

Uh... I don't know, to be honest... try... looking for any known bases of operations that this guy used to have or something. And go through that video, see if you can spot any hints as to where he was at.

Consider it done, Miss. Oh yes, how is this Edward Johnson's last name spelt?

J-O-H-N-S-O-N... If I remember correctly.

Okay then, Miss

Erica set about refining her search accordingly, and opened a fresh window on the left lens of her glasses to play back the transmission while the Dataspace set about compiling the results.

"Alright, Game Over, you drug-addled freak."

Molly squeezed the trigger as soon as her crosshair settled on the Troll's face, sending a single long bullet hurtling at insane speed at the monster. The same tactic worked on that last Troll, so she was hoping now that everyone seemed to have had a pop at this one, a similar tactic would work. However, Molly's shot was just wide of the mark, missing the Troll's ear by a few mere centimetres.

Oh, you've got to be kidding me! Molly thought to herself. Okay, change of plans. A risky one, buuut...

Molly kept her stealth suit active and charged at the Troll, stopping just close enough to pop a grenade at him. The short whine from her rifle almost gave away her position, but the grenade would have been free long before he could have sussed her position. She hoped. Taking no time to watch as the grenade slammed into his face, Molly fired up her boots and launched herself over the Troll as the grenade's blast took him by surprise. A quick twist and Molly now found herself right behind the seemingly disorientated monster, a quick on-the-spot estimate, aided by her augmentations suggested she was at a safe enough distance to fire upon him. Molly simply giggled at the Troll, ready and waiting to recieve a nicely-aimed slug to the back of his head, one she was all too happy to give when she pulled the trigger one more time.

Reload!

The silent command signalled to the cloaked Molly's rifle to teleport fresh ammo from her apartment, something Molly was certain was working just the way it should when she felt it get a little bit heavier. A quick scan of the chaos picked up the fleeing Uber-Trolls, before picking up the... monster that was forming ahead. Molly couldn't help but curse in Afrikaans.

"That is -so- not good at all." she muttered to herself as she raised her rifle once more. Taking aim for the Uber-Uber-Troll's face, Molly prepared to unleash a hail of lead and explosives onto the monster ahead.


Meanwhile...

SEARCH COMPLETE

The message blinked up with a friendly smiley in front of Erica, who rolled her eyes at such a thing.

Okay... display result 1

The first the Dataspace brought up in front of the robot butler wasn't exactly what she had in mind. In fact, its contents were highly questionable. Erica let out a sigh. As artificial as it was, it sounded as human as it could possibly get.

Somehow I don't think Miss is looking for that. Next result.

"Go for the head, got it." Molly responded as she activated her stealth suit once more and leaned around the side of the van, aiming her rifle directly at another Uber-Troll's head. A window opened directly in front of her immediate field of view displaying exactly what could have easily been seen through the scope while at the same time her targeting drone immediately teleported above her head, both allowing her to aim at the Troll's head with minimum difficulty.

The crosshair finally rested in an small area, keeping it on a part of the Troll's head.

Gotcha, Molly thought to herself as she pulled the trigger. The bullet slammed into his head, taking him by surprise long enough for Molly to fire a few bursts at the same area. Granted, not all of them were going to hit, but at least some of them had, alerting the Troll to her position.

Uh-oh, Molly thought to herself as the Uber-Troll approached. Without a second thought she fired off her boots to get somewhere the troll couldn't: mid-air.

"Hey, ugly!" She yelled at the Troll, who immediately tried to find the source of that insult. "Happy Fun Ball!" The rifle let out a quiet whine before launching a single grenade directly at the dyne-addled monster's face.

Molly, disappointed that her snipe had next to no effect on the Troll she had aimed at, twitched as the newcomer's message played out in her head.

"Hey, what the?" she blurted out loud. "Not cool, mister. That's just not cool!" She wasn't too keen on anyone getting into her head either, and had designed her brain augmentation to try and block any and all attempts out. It was probably playing up again, as ever. She could tell the newcomer meant well, at least what it seemed like, but it was kind of rude, in Molly's opinion. Grudglingly paying full attention to the message, she finally sent a silent command to the augmentaion before jetting off to the aforementioned van. On her approach, a single message lit up in her immediate field of view: E-Mind module active.

I hope your plans are way better than your manners, mister! she thought to herself as she landed on her feet with a loud thud near the van, decloaking as she pushed herself to her feet.

Molly was forced to gain altitude quickly just to avoid getting caught in the chaos down below. As soon as she felt she was some degree of safe, she watched as the monstrosities on the ground began wreaking havoc, witnessing the swift healing of any wounds they had received.

That's a problem, the cloaked genius thought to herself as her augmentations informed her that all clips in her rifle were full, and a grenade was ready to fire. Molly raised her rifle, sending an unspoken command to her rifle to load snipe rounds into the chamber, and took aim at one of the trolls.



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A row of near-seamless displays fired up, just barely lighting up spherical confines of the Dataspace. Standing directly in the centre of its strengthened glass floor was the robot butler Erica, who remained still in her blue Tux, her eyes slowly opening as another row of displays flickered on, then another, then another. Eventually the Dataspace was fully operational, and Erica was fully aware of it. Remaining silent, the ever-loyal servant of Molly Longstaff called up a single window on the screens in front of her. Erica than proceeded to fill out all the various fields within the window:

Search Criteria: +Doctor, +Dr, +Edward, +Johnson, +Jonson, +Johnsson, +Mechano
Search Locations: ALL
Keywords to match before listing: 3

GO

Erica then waited patiently as a world map displayed across the entire room, highlighting every match it could find with a single red dot showing the possible location of the server the result was found at. Given the amount of criteria she gave, she could very much need to sift through the results manually. Not a problem.

Molly Longstaff sat on the ledge of a random rooftop somewhere in or around The Gish, wearing her trademark pink nanotech suit. She wasn't too fussed where she was at the moment, as her attention was drawn to the recording of Johnson's transmission playing back in a loop within the middle of her own field of view, thanks to the augmentations to her eyes.

I'm assuming you're trying to trace it? Molly asked one of Longstaff WarTech's Rhode Island lab technicians via the wireless link she had connecting her own head to the corporation's building on the outskirts of the city.

Trying, the ageing technician responded, but I don't have any high hopes of success, to be honest. Molly merely rolled her eyes.

It's always worth a try. Erica, get over to the lab, use the Dataspace to look up everything on Dr. Edward Johnson. I'd search myself, but it looks like trouble's brewing already. Molly shunted the video to one side to get a good look at the PPD cars rushing past, their sirens blaring and their light's strobing at a rate that would probably have the average civilian wondering how many have been sent into a fit by them.

Yes, Miss, The ever-loyal android butler Erica responded. Molly then closed the video with a somewhat uncertain smile, pushed herself off the ledge. The freefall was brief, broken immediately when the near-silent rockets in her boots kicked in. As she flew away from the building to follow the sirens, her rifle slowly materialised into her hands, shortly before her stealth suit kicked in, bending what little light existed around this time of the day around her.

(([EDIT]AGH! Ninja'd!!!!))

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i dunno if this is already done on it but maybe an "are you sure" warning, so you can ether say yes or no before you kill your self for no reason.

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Not exactly good when you need to use it fast in an actual fight. :\

Group Name: R.A.P.I.E.R (Rapid Assault, Protection, Investigation, Evacuation and Rescue)

Server/Game: Union/City of Heroes

Theme: Corporate-funded metahuman military force

Contact: Irene Trenz, either whenever you see her in person or via IC email.

Usual Activities: Primarily taking on the Rikti threat, with the eradication of lesser threats around Paragon City seen as a mere secondary objective.

Background and Structure: http://union.virtueverse.com/index.php/R.A.P.I.E.R

Originally a division of the US Army specialising in superhuman threats, R.A.P.I.E.R found itself cut off from all funding after the death of one of its two directors, Pious Michael Hunter. Now under the control and funding of Longstaff WarTech, Director Irene Trenz has her sights set on wiping out the Rikti threat to our world.

R.A.P.I.E.R is divided into four squads: Alpha, Bravo, Charlie and Delta, each categorised according to the combat standards of its members, and deployed to match the mission threat levels. Longstaff WarTech is an equal opportunities employer, and will consider all applicatants regardless of race, gender, powers or their origins.

(In other words, any AT, any powersets, any origin)

I happen to like the elemental weapons too, and agree with GrinningSpade here. And would prefer not to sign the originally suggested idea here.

So...

/No.

If you don't like the power, Well, you're free to -not- take it if it bothers you that much. Although I can't exactly say much about the consequences of doing so. :\