Crazy_Dragon

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Cut and Paste would be good though. (Thought that already worked, though.)

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Pasting works, but since you can't highlight text ingame, there's no cutting as far as I can tell. :\

Oddness, I just checked my PlayNC account just now. My Maestro's still on file (Auto-renew as well) and when I clicked 'Change card', Maestro showed as an available option in the dropdown box given. :S

[EDIT] And it renewed Wednesday last week no problems.

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Simple Solution. Just get the influence per item individually, it's only a maximum of 20 clicks anyhow, at least until the bug has been fixed.

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*Click* *Wait for house to respond to click and update* *Click* *Wait* *Click* *Wait* *Click* *Wait* *Click* *Wait* *Click* *Wait* *Click* *Wait* *Click* *Wait* *Claw own eyes out with your own fingers before you've even reached 20 clicks* :\

Not an ideal solution, is it?

Molly struggled to break free from the mess of cables for some time,immensely releived when the Snipers' shots failed to meet their target. After a while, she opted for a different method of escape by firing her boots one more time to burn away at least enough of the wires to hopefully break away. Eventually getting back to her feet, Molly then aimed for the Snipers. "Ick! Not a good start to a battle, that's for sure... okay, time to juggle the happy fun ball!"

A faint whine sounded from the lower barrel before a grenade was finally sent hurtling toward them while Molly followed up with a few better-aimed bursts.

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Havnt we already kind of merged?

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Did everyone have access to both games regardless of which ones they had on their account before now?

Am I the only one who's noticed that someone seems to be registering under randomised (as in hammered the keyboard a few times randomised) names, going onto pages and adding a single word of randomised rubbish onto different pages?

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just a small question, what's QoL?

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Quality of Life.

"Woah there!" Molly attempted to scramble away from the forthcoming blast as well as the remaining projectiles by setting off her rockets on maximum burn, only to be sent falling down as the grenades detonated. Fragments cut small wounds into her hip as she landed, and a few managed to scratch her left cheek. However, Molly was far too unaware of this, ignoring the pain in favour of getting a few bursts from her rifle out into the gang of Freaks while the rockets pushed her along the floor.

/signed
/signed
/signed
/signed
/SIGNED!

>.>

<.<

Throw in a couple of more hundred /signs while I'm at it.
Seriously, the amount of times I get "got room in team?" when I'm the non-leader of a full or TF team gets on my wick after the 50th time. >.>

Molly rushed up to keep behind Ed, kneeling just off his side to allow her a clear shot at whatever was ahead, IF she needed to open fire at all.

"What the?!" Molly swung her rifle in front of her as she darted back toward the door, compensating for the loss of light with her optical augmentations. With Kata taking up the wall, Molly rushed past her, enabled her stealth suit and brought herself on one knee, keeping a steady aim at the newly-reopened hatch. "Someone's late to the party, I guess."

I hope you're working your magic, Eric, she thought to herself. "I hope this ammo's gonna last." she then muttered out loud.

Molly raised a brow and attempted to follow Tim's voice to the source, flying past everyone else. Upon her approach she noticed the mess cables and tech.

"Woah." She announced as she cut off her rockets. "Do we really want to even -try- 'trial and error' this thing? I mean, for all we know it could bring this place down on all of us the second one of those things are flipped, you know?"

Molly had disabled her stealth suit, yet kept herself hidden from the others as she quickly checked her rifle. When she heard Wild's scream, it only took one quick peek around at Ed to realise that something really -WAS- about to hit the fan. At this point it didn't matter if anyone knew she was there.

"Oh my...STOP, YOU MANIAC!"

Dismantler, if it doesn't already exist?

/em brainfart
/em shrug

I'd also say "Spells" ain't the best name for the Magic pool either. Many Magic-Origin chars can easily explain their powers as being spells already.

Molly was no soldier, but her performance in a combat situation could easily suggest otherwise, at least it would if anyone could even see her. Pressing her back against one of the other pillars, she peeked round, also spotting the staggering Freak. Knowing that the Freaks were the kind that needed kicking when they were down, she promptly swung her rifle in front of her, sending a silent command to switch to Slug rounds.

I can't waste ammo now, she thought to herself as she took aim for the Freak's shoulder and pulled the trigger. Even on full it won't last! Hurry the hell up, Eric...

I should have just headed for the lab, Molly thought to herself as she quickly tried to get her bearings again. Upon seeing the flashes of lightning and darkness, Molly cut off her rockets and proceeded on foot, ready to open fire at the first Freak she saw.

Been busy with Richie and trying to get Travel powers on a few of my alts >.>

*pokes thread*

Following a discussion earlier between Redsight, CB and myself, among others, an idea on a new uniform going off Redsight's suggestions (But -only- an idea so far):

Clicky

Torso is Armored > Flack Jacket > Camo (3rd grey after black/Black)
Legs are Pants > Camo (Same)
Boots are Work (Black)

Headgear would be optional, and I'd assume gloves could be too.

I did mention the problem of those with Power Armour etc, and I think it's safe to say those with it wouldn't need to reduce themselves to this in a mish. >.>

Molly, still cloaked, continued to hang back behind the group. As they approached the Iris, she raised her rifle a little higher while it fed everything she needed to know to her optical augmentations.

AMMO 1 : 100%
AMMO 2 : 100%
AMMO 3 : 100%
AMMO 4 : 100%

BARREL TEMP: 20C (SAFE)

Good, she thought to herself as futher data scrolled down her eyes. Something's gonna hit the fan by the looks of things, and I don't need to be caught in its spray.

As she stared at the open Iris, several lines scrolled across her sight, taking in approximate measurements of the gap and once more displaying it to her retinas.

I seriously hope I can fit through -that-... she thought to herself.

Patsy Crusher, L15 Invul/SS Magic Tanker

And that's about it. Still. She's fun. :3

Molly has caught up with the group yet is keeping herself hidden for the mo.

She's an AR/Dev with Burst, Slug, M30 and Sniper Rifle. Flyer. Web Gren, Caltrop, Targetting Drone, Cloaker. :3

Molly had been nearby as the rest of them had introduced themselves, still invisible to the naked eye.

Eric, Molly attempted to call her butler once more, in the same manner as before. No response. Eric, come i... oh, great. The sewers were pretty much blocked any signals entering or leaving. No matter. She could look up "Dr. Mechano" later. What mattered to Molly now was figuring out why everyone was here in the first place and what killed those Freaks.

Molly opted to follow the group, rifle raised, fully cloaked and hanging back so that the noise from her rockets didn't alert anyone, in spite of the fact that the rockets barely emitted anything audible anyway.

Molly didn't mind navigating the sewers. Then again, she didn't need to trawl through its waters, a fact she was always happy to remind herself off as she looked down upon said waters as she hovered above them, stealth suit active to keep herself out of sight.

Since the teleporters to the Longstaff WarTech building outside the city broke down again, Molly was forced to switch to her nanotech suit, teleported straight from her apartment in Galaxy City and fly there. As she passed through Brickstown, something caught her eye: a familiar figure entering one of the city's many entrances to its sewers.

So here she was now, hovering cautiously past the bodies of several fallen Freaks, scanning each one with her optical augmentations. She may be invisible to the naked eye, but she could still be spotted with less naked ones, and Molly wasn't too keen on taking that risk.

Hmmm, Molly thought to herself as she took one last quick look around, rifle at the ready in case of trouble, before pressing on, Whoever's come in here might be getting themselves in way over there head... I'd best try to find them quick.

It wasn't long before she heard something... something about someone's... grip. Slightly puzzled, Molly carefully followed the voice to the best of her abilities.

Not certain, but Molly -could- be distracted to the sewers between leaving the uni and reaching her labs. >.> <.<

Right?