Ex_Libris

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  1. @Wasabi, thanks a ton for this bind. It's really great. I hesitated about 1 week to install it (because I needed to change a lot !=), but yesterday I've done it and I cannot do without it anymore !=)

    Can't wait for the v2 version as well, because I came into some dead lock situations, where I needed a "reset" already--sorry, didn't found what caused the dead lock so far (dead lock in means of some keys not working properly anymore or Hover and Fly toggling in reverse order). If I find out, I'll let you know.
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    I only have one issue with "recent changes"... Provoke, why was it changed? For the burn exploit? And what of the rest of the people who don't abuse this power... Not everyone is an exploiter...

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    1. Using 2 powers that were presented as being correct in form and function is not exploiting.

    2. Provoke + Invincibilty was just as bad as Burn + Provoke, except Inv Tankers didn't have to suffer a nerf to the accompanying power.
  3. Name: - Storm -
    Leader: Vapid
    Player Type: Casual to Power Gamer
    Number of Members: 25+
    Member levels: 30+
    Normal time of Play: 6pm-4am GMT (12pm - 10pm CST)
    Other: Formed by a group of players from the succesful Storm guild in Anarchy Online, we are a mix of European and US based players. Interested mainly in the high end raids/challenges of CoH, and anything else so long as it's not boring! Recruitment open selectively for players 30+ by application here or by PM.

    ---------
    Shesaaaid, 40 Fire/Elec Blaster
    Shesaaid, 40 Fire/Ice Tanker
    - Storm -
    Guardian Server
  4. [*]Supergroup Name: Heroes Anonymous[*]Leader or Recruiting Officers: John Kerrick, Sweet Remedy[*]Preferred Method of contact: In-game email[*]Guild Description: This group was formed because of the lack of roleplaying. We're not an RP only team. We exist to help teach people how to roleplay. We don't require that you do missions only w/ team members or anything like that. If you want to learn how to RP or would like to teach others, contact us.
  5. It’s another typical day in Paragon City. On one of the overpasses near Atlas Park, a gang of Hellions stands over the fallen form of an old woman. Her purse is tipped over, its contents spilling into the gutter. One of the Hellions is on his knees next to her, battering her repeatedly while his cronies cheer him on. Suddenly, a voice calls out.

    “Hey, look! That arch-villain is beating up that 80 year old lady. What a stud!”

    Stopping in mid punch, the Hellion looks back over his right shoulder, through a crowd of his lackies. Through elbows and armpits, he catches a glimpse of purple and gold armor.

    “It’s The Heckler! Let’s teach that costumed freak a lesson he won’t forget!” His elderly victim all but forgotten, the thug stands up, trampling the spilled contents of her purse. One of her lipsticks is ground underfoot. Small shards of black plastic and “Desert Shell” semi-gloss stick to his boot heel, leaving a pastel shaded crisscross pattern behind him as he steps forward.

    “Oh no, Heckler! We better run, here come the big bad Hellions! I’m SO scared!” Stepping out from behind the massive shadow of The Heckler, Captain Sarcasm’s third eye winks at The Heckler, a smirk on his face.

    “Cap, we wouldn’t have to run from these guys. I’m guessing a fast walk would have them gasping for air in half a block.” Looking from Captain Sarcasm back towards the Hellions, The Heckler says “Hey fatty, are you using a truck tire for a hula hoop or do you need to hit the treadmill?”

    “Get em boys!” shouts the leader, leveling a machine gun at the two heroes and opening fire. The rest of them run forward, some with pistols, others with clubs and bats. The elderly victim seizes the moment to grab her purse and makes a run for it in the opposite direction.

    “OH NO! Here they come! What ever shall we do?” says Captain Sarcasm dryly.

    “No idea, Cap,” replies The Heckler with enthusiasm. “Maybe we can toss a box of donuts over the guard rail and they’ll all just follow it to their deaths.”

    The Hellions are just 10 feet away now. They are all shooting and screaming, but The Heckler and Captain Sarcasm stand, unconcerned, as calm as if they are discussing the weather.

    “I’m SO scared, Heckler. Hold me.”

    “Just be glad you’re not a cheeseburger, Cap. These guys would finish you off in two bites.”

    Mere steps away, four of the Hellions stop dead in their tracks, hands flying to their eyes.
    “I’m blind!” one calls out, and is quickly echoed by the other three.

    The Captain lowers his hand, which is still glowing with a sickly blue light. “Aww, they can’t see. That’s SO sad. I hope they’ll be okay!”

    “I wouldn’t worry about it Cap, I’m sure the same thing happens when they see their girlfriends naked. Now, if you’ll excuse me…” in two quick strides he is on the two pistol wielding Hellions, a blur of kicks and punches that sends them reeling. One of them takes off running, but is quickly finished off with a wave of Captain Sarcasm’s hand. The other is soon unconscious, a chorus of black and blue bruises already showing up on his face.

    Suddenly, the overpass is quiet. The leader of the Hellions reloads his weapon, cursing the weakness of his fallen gang. The Heckler leaps into the air and streaks towards him, a purple and gold blur. Captain Sarcasm, resplendent in red and blue, smiles wickedly as he advances, hands crackling with an otherworldly energy. An amazed bystander calls out “You guys are my new favorite heroes!”.

    “Of course we are,” says Captain Sarcasm, pointing his hand at the Hellion leader, who has just now leveled his gun at The Heckler. A wan green light begins to circle him, and he suddenly looks as if he’s spent a long week drinking in Tijuana. As The Heckler hones in, he can only look up with a beaten look on his eyes.

    Moments later, Captain Sarcasm and The Heckler are standing over the defeated leader. 5 eyes stare down at him blandly as the police rush up to take him to jail.

    “Hey Cap, you think he has a thyroid condition? I mean, either this guy is fat, or he’s using the space between his head and shoulders to store a pack of hot dogs. You’d think a life of thuggery would keep you fit. Then again, he was beating up an old lady…”

    “Well, I just hope he turns out OK. I’m sure a stint in prison will turn him into a fine, upstanding citizen that Paragon City can be proud of. Hey, did I really hear you talking about throwing a box of donuts over the overpass? Nice one.”

    “Yeah. Well, with your concern for their well being, I’m guessing you’ll be sending them a leaflet on dietary health, Cap.”

    “Oh, of course I will. I only do this because I care so much for them.”

    “Yeah, of course you do.”

    With that, The Heckler leaps into the air, and Captain Sarcasm disappears in a flash of light. It’s just another day in Paragon City, the good, the bad, and the funny.
  6. Man, that is one horrible joke!
  7. EDIT: ^^^ Great minds think alike...

    Saber: I think that what he's saying is that since every time you move you are queueing Sprint, Hover, or Fly it clears the power that he already has queued. It would be pretty easy to create a toggle key that you could use while in combat and then press it again when you want to go back to normal movement.
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    I like to hit slug while out of range and then run closer until my character stops, just inside the range, and blasts the enemy. With these binds, that's impossible. Maybe a key that toggles between ground.txt and reset.txt is in order.


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    I'm sorry, I can't try this out right now, but can you explain why this doesn't work? If I understand you, you're saying that you can't queue up a ranged power while out of range of your target and then run into range and have the power go off?

    Thanks!
  9. Let me start with - FANTASTIC bind Kudos to ALL who have been involved in the development of this. While there are teething problems it is still an awesome bind.

    Thank You all.

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    I like to hit slug while out of range and then run closer until my
    character stops, just inside the range, and blasts the enemy. With these
    binds, that's impossible. Maybe a key that toggles between ground.txt
    and reset.txt is in order.

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    I didn't think I did this But battling the Tsoo last night I realised I use it all the time for the sorcerers. In the end I too turned it off.


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    Wasabi, now that you have a place to host the files, when you create new zip files, maybe you could put the version number in the filename and stick a changes.txt file inside.

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    here here great idea
  10. "Hi Mr. Haunt. Umm, Mr. Brown is the man who's house this is, yup. He and his friends," Lobe leaned forward and whispered, "they look kinda funny, with green skin and lots of teeth. They must have had rough childhoods. Poor fellas." Standing erect agin he continued, "locked themselves out and so I helped them get back in, yes I did, through the soldier fellas that were outside. Mr. Brown promised to help me find the nice lady Deth. DO you know where she is? Lobe has been jumping all over looking for her and boy, did I get lost. This city is all broken and stuff. What happened to it anyways. Lobe could help clean it up if someone wants, yup, I am strong and can move lots of stuff. Hey! Mr. Brown has lot's of family her... air... hair.... thingys that look like our statue!" Lobe paused for a breath.
  11. Wasabi, check your PMs. I sent you information on using the account that I have set up for you. I gave you my contact information if you have any questions or would like some help with anything.
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    Thank you for your intrest every one, all of the above problems stem from key combinations that I haven't coded... yet. I plan on incorperating all key combos that one would normally run into and so if you find an error please figure out the exact cmobination of keys that you pressed that caused the problem, and I will add it to the next version.


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    Figured that was the deal. I'll keep an eye out for your next version!
  13. Ex_Libris

    The Squib

    (This is the background to my character, and in no way represents the player behind him.)


    Today, as I was on my way home from work, it seems that someone siphoned the gas from my car. No big deal, I could use the excersize. It did kind of bother me though. I had just filled the tank earlier today.

    As I was on my way home, a group of young punks with white face paint on (I later found out these were the skulls) came up to me, demanding money for walking through their turf.
    "Your turf?" I ask, wondering how the grounds near my apartment were spontaneously theirs.

    I think that's when one of them hit me in the head with a crowbar. Or at least, that's what it felt like. When I came to, my wallet was gone, and so were my keys. 'Good luck with my car' I think to myself, since I know it's out of gas.

    As I stumble home to clean my wounds, I notice my apartment door is open. Not having the brain power this late in the day to realise it was the same thugs who stole my keys, and are now inside. I walk in, and there they are, taking anything of value, and breaking the rest. I sneak quickly into my bedroom, and phone the police.

    They put me on hold with the message 'Due to the overwhelming volume of calls we are currently receving, you have a 45 minute wait, please stay on the line to continue your call' Must be a lot of crime going on, I think as I put the phone down.

    Now, I'm the kind of guy that takes work home with me. My closet is a veritable extensive collection of robotics, and small explosive packs I was contracted to produce for a movie.
    These were going to be inserted into a fake blood packet, so gunshots in the movie would look realistic. Squibs is the name they were given.

    I quickly rigged several dozen of these squibs together, and flung them out into my living room. The resulting explosion scared off the thugs.

    I waited untill I heard no noise, then I crept out into my living room to find it in shambles. How dare these punks come into my home ... my sanctuary and wreck the place. I know the crime is bad in this city, but when a man's home is no longer sacred, he takes action.

    The police finally arrive, and estimate the damages to be well into the thousands. I took it upon myself then and there to take out these thugs, and any other punks who think they own this city.

    It took me 5 more years of my life to come up with the suit I have now. It's an ingenious design, if I do say so myself. The emeralds I had are now powering the suit. The harmonics from them are set into a computer which is then put into an infinite feedback loop. This allows my suit to have it's own infinite internal power source, with minimal exhaust.

    The exhaust itself gave me an idea. All that stored power tends to build up, and needs to be released. I ran a system of small pipes throught the suit into a pressurized tank in each forearm. The trigger to release the exhaust is in the palm of each hand. By giving the correct ammount of pressure to the trigger, I can release the black billowing fog onto someone.

    After a few trial runs, I found out the right pressure to release was a tightly balled up fist. So not only do I get to lay in a good hit, I can also fog the person I just slugged.

    Now I just needed a name. I don't consider myself a hero, but I'm going to need something to call myself.

    I punch people, so maybe The Slug? Nah, that doesn't sound like me.

    The fog, perhaps? Because I can release that exhaust on people. Nah, the fog doesn't really fit me either.

    It was then I remembered back to those thugs that broke into my apartment, and the one thing that drove them off...

    I am Richard Phoenix.
    And they call me: The Squib
  14. I'm pretty sure I just got your account all set up and running properly. I'm going to test it a little more and then PM you the details. I'll post here as soon as I've done that.

    http://www.the-kgb.org/~wasabi/
  15. Wow, I have trouble keeping characters past level 6. I usually make, level a tad, then delete two-three characters every couple days. My forum name-sake is only level 5.
    I have a couple character looks burned into my memory that I just can't figure out an angle for. That's when it gets really irritating.
    I need to start finding some super groups or something not only for the grouped missions, but so my characters have something to latch onto.
  16. Ex_Libris

    Idea for RPers

    I was thinking a chain of resturants, "Planet Paragon" could be placed in the easy areas of the city (AP and GC) so that way RPers have a place to get together and RP with each other in game.

    Any thoughts?
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    P.S. Calculate: can Jesus make a burrito so hot, not even he himself could eat it...

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    Short answer: no

    Long answer: Jesus himself claims no exceptional powers of his own, save as a conduit for heavenly ascension ("No one comes to the Father but through me"). Therefore it's unlikely that, as a very specific cosmological entity, he has access to true omnipotence.

    So in CoH terms, Jesus is not the high-level fire tanker with super strength, but someone with a lot of recharge SO's slotted in teleport friend.

    P.S.- I hate insomnia
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    that is exactly the problem WeaponX, and if you dont mind hosting the files juat send me a message and let me know what I need to do. I am working on getting some web space from my EQ2 guild but while that is in the works any help would be appretiated.

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    I'm going to set you up an account, I'll let you know as soon as it's ready (gotta remember the appropriate html.com and permissions to give you -- haven't set something up for a non-admin in a looong time).
  19. Lobe ran through a doorway looking for the girl, only to find himself holding The Sly Fox amidst the falling rubble of the destroyed doorframe. "Oh boy, Mr. Fox! Can you help me? That lady there stole Mr. Brown's bag." he asked as he placed the Fox on the floor.
  20. Wasabi_Joe that is one amazing set of files! I'm hooked!

    I had one issue though, while flying forward, hitting 'x' to go down confuses the binding.

    I 'fixed' it by adding:
    x "+down"

    to fw.txt but this exposed another problem...

    While flying forward, press spacebar or 'x' (with my change to fw.txt). You will continue flying foward and start moving up or down as well. So far so good. If you release the spacebar or the 'x' first, all is well. BUT if you release the 'w' key first the binding gets confused.

    Is this the problem you mentioned addressing with your next version?

    Thanks again, this is incredibly well done.
  21. Just found out that I needed to hit the same autorun key to stop it... could you add the +back key or show me how I could add it Wasabi ?
  22. Wasabi: I can either host the file or give you some space to host the zip file on (via http://www.the-kgb.org) if that's the issue.
  23. Great work Wasabi_Joe !!!

    Just a quick comment, every time I use autorun, it breaks the binds. I can't move backwards and fly/hover are invered.. meaning stand still I am flying and moving im hovering ))

    I will do that quickfix someone else said about making the ground.txt into a hot key for now...

    Thx alot for all your hard work, looking forward to your next evolution.
  24. Hey folks. Glad to see there's some like minded individuals out there who might enjoy a little roleplaying. Feel free to talk to U S Marshall if you're in the mood to talk to a gritty, hardboiled recovering alcoholic and painkiller addict. He doesn't have any super powers to speak of, but he's got a big gun and he's not afraid to use it. You may want to look for him on rooftops these days, as his US Government Issue anti-grav boots FINALLY arrived and he's still testing them out.

    On the lighter side, if you don't mind a little biting wit, look up Captain Sarcasm. I'm sure he'll be SO pleased to see you. I mean that. Really. There's nothing Cap'n Sarcasm LOVES more than a nice conversation with other heroes. Seriously.