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A bit of a clarification... there's no deadline since the art and fiction is for on-going projects. To answer the above question, yes, you may send your work even if you submitted during beta. The 1000 word limit for stories is pretty firm, however we will consider longer pieces for exceptional work.
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Just out of curiosity...will this be in regards to the comic or future storylines/missions/etc. within COH/V? I'm very interested in doing it, but I'm just personally curious as to how this would pop up in public perview. -
The Northstar Alliance is a social/community based Super Group located on the Guardian server. We were originally established over 2 years ago with Star Wars:Galaxies in mind, but has since spread out to more games. We are looking for dedicated, friendly players of all levels and classes to form the core of our Supergroup in CoH.
We are primarilly looking for players who fit the following description:
- Community minded and more interrested in having fun than mindless level grinding.
- Interrested in and dedicated to furthering the social aspect of the game.
- Good stable players that are willing to treat other CoH players with respect.
Other information:
- We aim to switch to the evil side when CoV is released.
- All new members will be accepted as trial members for the first month, after this period you are a full member with all rights and priviliges.
General about Northstar Alliance:
- We are a mature and dedicated group of people. Mature is not the same as age, it is more a state of mind We have both experienced and inexperienced gamers and welcome all into our family.
- Most of our members are European based, but we also have a strong presence in the U.S. (and a somewhat minor one in Asia).
- The overall goal of the Northstar Alliance is to provide its members with a means to having an enriched online gaming experience with friends by providing a well functioning community of fun-loving individuals. By having everybody sharing this idea, we like to think that we have created just that!
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Can this hover/bind macro be modified to work with the arrow keys instead of the W,S,A,D keys???
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Yes, just exchange the keys/letters in the above bind's with the respective "up", "down", "left" and "right" words. You should also take a look at Curveball's Bind-Guide for more information about Binds.
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Hrm...
For my mind controller:
Mindfields - Prodigy
For my dark scrapper:
Wicked Ways - Garbage
storm defender:
Boudecea - Enya
fire/strength tanker:
Apocalypse Please - Muse
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Nice and good FAQ. Maybe just a short addition, which I read elsewhere and am using now: scroll/switch to First Person Mode while porting, that avoids the constant drawing of the porting animation and is a tick faster, IMHO.
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I have one question about using the teleport bind. I can port easily using the shift bind, but I can't keep holding down the shift key and do multiple ports using a mouse click, I have to release shift and re-press it for each port. Is this the way it's supposed to work or something with my keyboard settings?
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How do you change the color of your chat bubble? I keep seeing people with different colors and no one wants to share their "secret" with me.
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For my elec blaster Shock Jock - "Strong" by Greenwheel is the first song that pops into my head
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Name: And Justice For All
Motto: "All for One, One for All!"
Leaders: Frozen Beauty/Fire Devil
Player Type: Casual to power player
Number of Members: 10
Current Member lvls: 1-20
GamePlay Times: Usually Eastern Times in the evenings
Other Info: Small casual group of people who like to hang out and kick some butt. We use Team Speak..
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It's probably 11:00 minutes. My Rad/Rad Defender is at lvl 20. I have 2 DO recharge enhancers in it, and it takes 8.5 minutes for it to recharge for me, 7 min. if I have Hasten active. While I agree that Hasten needed to be toned down, the nerf to Accelerate Metabolism is excessive. It is a highly useful buff that is a major part of a Rad Defenders contribution to a group. As it stands now, I barely use it. I only activate it if my team is getting kicked on, kind of like a "Final Stand" power. While useful in that regard, the nerf has lessened the effectiveness of my character considerably. I hope that you, the Dev's, change this. That being said, I still love this game, and am thoroughly impressed with the commitment you show towards us in responding to our concerns.
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From the case journal of Sef Smith, a.k.a. The Slave, leader of Last Defense.
I was getting my shackles on when she showed up at Atlas Park headquarters. She was wearing black slacks with suspenders and a shoulder holster, and a short-sleeved white dress shirt with a black tie. Looked Armanish. Leave it to an Italian superhero to make the rest of us look like dorks.
I haven't figured out yet why she decided to join Last Defense. She seems pretty uptown, and anyway, for what I hear she could take on some of the really powerful threats. But here she is. I told her we were going down to a shelter in Kings Row. They've had visits from Skulls the last week, and their clientèle has been afraid to come there since. Which means they're hanging out in alleys and backyards and doorways, which isn't helping any. Usually we show up in force, people see us and the shelters are left alone for a while. I told her it'd be a good way for her to see the areas we operate in and get a feel for how we do things. I can't stop thinking of her Armani outfit down there in the slum. I hope she's not afraid to get it wrinkled. But beggars can't be choosers, and with just the three of us, we sure as hell can use her on the team.
Walking toward the shelter, a big, red sedan passed us, honking, and clipping a trash can on the sidewalk. Skulls. Laura looked at me but I shook my head.
"They know we're here. They won't make any more trouble." I glanced over at Ferrari, walking in front of me, but she was talking to Bjorn, like nothing had happened.
Something was funny down by the shelter. Instead of the usual group of people smoking and chattering in front of the doors, there were two punks in leather jackets and Skull masks guarding them. They watched us calmly as we approached. Much too calmly. Before I had time to say anything, one of them spoke.
"This is the wrong day for you to come visiting, pops. Just go back home." His smile was much too big.
"Yes? Why is this the wrong day? You better not have hurt any of the people in there."
"As the man says, just leave, or there'll be trouble," he scoffed.
I grabbed his collar with one hand and lifted him toward me. His friend backed up and disappeared through the shelter doors.
"Now I think you're right. There will be trouble." I'd been waiting for that knife since I came up to him. I stopped it with my chain, put my hands together and swung it, hitting him on the chin and throwing him back against the wall. Then I wrapped the chain around his arm and yanked just enough to hear the wrist snap, the knife falling to the ground. We can't let ourselves be threatened by punks down here, or we'll be useless. I grabbed him around the throat.
"Now you will tell me why this is the wrong day for us to visit, or I will make you uglier than you are. What the hell is going on? Where are the people who live here?" I wrapped the chain around my fist and lifted it over his face. Warm metal closed around my arm.
"No." It was Ferrari.
"No? No what?" I snapped. "You have no idea how things work here. We don't deal with white-collar crime. We're not fighting some international crime syndicate! We're fighting the very grime and misery of this city. You just have no idea!"
"I know one thing." She looked at me calmly with those white, fluorescent eyes. "All I see around here is victims."
She was right of course. This kid's parents, if they are alive, probably live in some other shelter close by. Even the apartments aren't much better in this neighborhood. I pushed him away.
"I guess we'll have to find out for ourselves," I said as I kicked the door open.
Obviously, they were waiting for us, fingers on shotgun triggers. I leaped behind a desk. It wouldn't last long in this barrage. I peaked over the edge and looked around. Laura was nowhere to be seen. Good. A second later, one of the shooters was hit in the face with his own rifle. Bjorn was staring down the gunfire, trying to decide who to take on first. I waved to Ferrari who was efficiently putting bullets in non-lethal but painful places.
"Are these Skulls?" she asked, frowning.
"Don't look it to me," I yelled back. "Too neat, too good with the guns. Damn, we came here to make an interview, not fight the battle for Paragon City!"
"Yeah...Let's take a closer look at the back rooms. You ready?" I glared at her.
"Miss, I could be your great-great-great-great-great-great... whatever."
"I know, I heard. Let's go."
That's when the far wall came crashing down. There was a whirring of servo engines, and a shadow in front of us almost filling the hole in the wall.
"What the hell is that?" Laura shouted from somewhere in the room.
"Armed and armored hydraulic exo-skeleton, modified army standard issue." Ferrari reciting the manual.
"We can take it," Bjorn growled, throwing an unconscious shooter down among the trash.
"Are you fire proof?" Ferrari asked. "Those are flame throwers." The remaining hoodlums were scrambling for their weapons and scurrying out through windows and back doors.
"Not too good with fire," Bjorn said and backed away.
"Just get out of here." Ferrari flicked away her cigarette and put her revolver back in the holster. "Get out right now!" I hesitated for a second, until I noticed the machine's flame throwers turn in our direction. The last thing I saw before leaping through the door was Agent Ferrari walking toward the exo-skeleton, and whoever was in it. As I hit the ground outside, the windows shattered above me and glass shards and flames filled the air. When I looked up I realized the gangsters had us surrounded. Bjorn was mowing through them like there was no tomorrow. I had had enough of lying down for one day and joined the fray. As long as I stayed up close, they didn't have a chance. Behind us we could hear explosions and heavy gunfire, and the building was in flames.
A few minutes later the mobsters were all down. Laura was back among the visible and Bjorn was sitting down on the curb. We still heard the odd shot from inside the burning building. Then Ferrari appeared in the door frame. She was covered in soot and her clothes were hanging in smoking pieces from her body. She had an old man under her arm.
"Help me! There are people in the back!" Fire truck sirens filled the air.
The bad guys had been booked and taken away. The people from the shelter were being looked over. They would live, it seemed. Ferrari had somehow managed to keep the fire out of that one room. It was under control now, though the shelter would have to move. But they were used to that. Agent Ferrari was talking in a communications device.
"Just lucky. I would never have thought I'd find him this fast. Yes, I'm sure it's him. I'm sure. Don't worry about it. Yes, see you later." She put the device back in her belt. She smiled at me sheepishly while tearing off the charred remains of her clothes, just leaving some sort of fireproof training suit.
"I guess you won't be coming back with us to headquarters," I said.
"I'm afraid not." She sighed. "You know, got international crime syndicates to fight..."
"I know." I looked away.
"I'm sorry. If I'd suspected I'd find him this fast, I'd given you a heads up. I couldn't tell you..."
"I know. We really should be going."
"Sef." I looked at her, and her white, fluorescent eyes looked back at me. "If you ever need help, with anything, you just give me a call, okay? I'm serious."
"I know you are, Ferrari." I shook her hand. -
Agent Ferrari Arrives In Paragon City!
PARAGON STAR -- 2003-01-01
by Camelia Carlson, staff writer
Fans were lining up to get a glimpse of the Italian crime fighter and celebrity press favorite, as she arrived this morning at Skyway International Airport. She dissapointed no one when she descended the airplane staircase wearing a black Armani suit, her red, high-polish features sparkling in the sunshine--and with none other than Georgio Armani himself by her side. She's been the most luminous star in southern Europe since her story broke only six months ago, with the expiration of her Interpol contract. Will she do as well in a city were brightly colored outfits and superpowers are a dime a dozen? This reporter says, Assolutamente!
After a few hectic but pleasant minutes with Ms. Ferrari in the airport press room, I understood that she is not the pet of the press in her home country because of her curvaceous exterior or impressive physical powers. It's all personality.
Although she speaks American English without accent--as well as BBC English, High German, and Imperial Japanese--she makes no secret of her love for her home country.
"Of course I'll try to find a place in the Italian part of the city. I need my ciabatta and my cappuccino in the morning, and my afternoon espresso. Well, unless I'm on assignment of course. I once spent three days staking out an underwater tunnel outside Sicily, and I swear, when we were done I had three cups of latte before I'd dried up." She lights a cigarette before continuing. "Actually, I'm not supposed to talk about work yet. I'm under confidentiality for the next 200 years. Oh, and this," she glances at her cigarette. "You shouldn't really be doing this unless you have double active-carbon filters. Please quote me on that."
She is not a hard person to interview, our newest hero. Another interesting fact about her is that although her broad-shouldered, 6'4 frame leaves no doubt that she's a 12-cylinder model, she is all girl. It may be her smooth feminine voice, or her unaffected manners, in either case she's the kind of woman you instantly want to become best friends with.
Which led me directly to the most important question I had in my note pad. Is there by any chance a man in her life at this time?
"Oh yes!" She barely conceals a giggle. "You must have seen Arturo, he's more famous than me!" Ms. Ferrari was of course referring to her Brittany pup, who has been on the cover of every major weekly in Italy over the last months.
"So far, he's the only one who's been able to keep up with me." I believe her. Interpol clocked her to 65 mph on a speed circuit in September, and she wasn't even pushing.
There have been rumors that several high-profile--some would say posh--super groups have unofficially expressed an interest in Agent Ferrari. She claims to know nothing about it.
"I haven't recieved any serious invitations and I haven't spoken to any groups. My contacts are more of a government or intra-government nature. But I'm not impossible." She smiles and brushes some cookie crumbs off the cuff of her silk shirt.
I'm about to ask where she plans to sleep tonight--and she reads my confusion.
"I need downtime, but only a few times per month. If I don't get my sleep I get lethargic. I need to defragment and optimize. But most of all I like to sleep, preferably late, and my morning frappe always tastes better when I have.
With that my time with the Automotive Amazon is up. I follow her out through the back door to the parking lot where her driver is waiting. He is on loan from the city. She carries her own luggage however. This is one lady who doesn't need help with the bags.
I'm sure we'll see more of you Ms. Ferrari, till then, corse felici! -
Personal File: Agent Ferrari
Name: Agent Ferrari
Full Name: Ferrari 612 Mil
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Notable Adversaries: The Vienna Gunner, Central Europe
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Background:
In the early 1990's the Italian army was employing a high-end section of Ferrari R&D to develop a revolutionary new urban armored vehicle. The project was rated class A top-secret, and was situated in specially built army-owned underground facilities near Milan. Contact with the outside world was limited to a minimum, and there were often months between progress reports.
The project developed according to plans for the first few years. In the mid 90's, a new crime boss, The Vienna Gunner, was taking over all criminal activity in northern Italy. One of the Gunner's many schemes at the time was to poison the drinking water for a village and keep the antidote for a ransom. Without the antidote the whole village would become psychotic within a week. Ransom was paid and the antidote successfully distributed.
However, neither The Vienna Gunner, nor the local police, realized at the time that the same water basin was also supplying fresh water to the Ferrari underground research facilities. The gradual effects on the already eccentric scientists did not become apparent until they released their finished product several years later.
In spring 2000, Ferrari 612 Mil was showcased for the first time to a selected group of army commanders. Shocked, the military gave order that the Ferrari scientists were to immediately be taken into custody and put under psychological evaluation. Their conditions were in most cases irreversible, and many are still institutionalized.
Ferrari 612 Mil, a.k.a. Agent Ferrari, was classified as a sentient construct according to Italian law, and emancipated, with the appropriate licenses.
After having finally incarcerated The Vienna Gunner, and with the expiration of her Interpol contract, Agent Ferrari arrived in Paragon City on the New Year, 2003.
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Description:
Agent Ferrari's body, although featuring the voluptuous curves of many of her predecessors, is covered with a nano-layered alloy that has so far defied analysis. Its specifications are lost in the tens of thousands of whimsical notes found at the underground research facilities at Milan. It exhibits a strength and a flexibility so far unknown in metallic compounds. High-tech ceramics make up most of the rest of her analyzable parts.
Agent Ferrari is not herself aware of all the details of her configuration, and there is no credible and complete documentation. Many features may be lying dormant, embedded under her impenetrable skin.
Ferrari speaks all major languages fluently, and is trained in all types of firearms and explosives. There are many anomalies in her AI, considering the mental condition of her programmers, but she seems stable. Here too, it's obvious that Ferrari is not fully aware of her capacity. New capabilities may be discovered over time.
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In Kings Row We could hang out at the movie theater in the southwest section of "The Gish"
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(This post is ooc.)
I realized long ago that much of my gaming is simply an excuse to write short stories, fiddle with fun screenshots, and even make the occasional silly song with an in-game theme. It's an excuse for my creative urges, although I do enjoy the occasional power-levelling session as well.
Anyway, I'm no longer in denial, and I'd love to team up more with those of you who did put some work behind your backstories, and can't help being dragged into the world of your heroes.
Ergo, I have started a Super Group by the name Guild of Artists on Infinity. The name's a bit pretentious, I know, but it was short and to the point.
More importantly, I have set up a web forum where we can share stories and other creations. Non-members and players on other servers are equally welcome to post their things there.
Guild of Artists Forum
Just go over there and register if you're interested. If you want to join the Super Group Guild of Artists, send me a private message on the board (name's Kronocide there too).
If you're curious, you can check out some of my Anarchy Online things here. My one claim to fame is that the story about Willy Snelton resulted in a series of in-game items: the mitaar string instruments. -
<ul type="square">[*]Supergroup Name: The Underground[*]Website (if any): none atm[*]Leader or Recruiting Officers: Comm, Comm. , Comedian, Billy Blade, Moon[*]Preferred Method of contact: In game email to Comm, is the best chance of getting a reply withink the day or the next day[*]Guild Description: Basically the Next guild under Wrath, but unlike wrath we dont require 5 hrs +a day of play, our members are dynamic and can adapt to almost any style of play, roleplayers are welcome here. We consist of regular player to hardcore players, our only requirment is that you log on at least once a week to play. and group with us. We are a very social Sg with everything from Power leveling to Fun contests. Our levels range from 10 -30 so thers almost garunteed to be someone you can group with. Our current roster consists of around 25 members that play regularly. If you think that your ment to be part of the underground please send an in-game email to Comm. [/list]
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Shortly after lunchtime, Darla was released from the hospital, promising to come and visit Martin often. They hugged for a long time, and Martin watched her walk to the exit. Martin walked back inside to find Nurse Grey and Dr. Stromberg waiting for him.
Shes a fine girl, my boy. Shes come a long way, Dr. Stromberg commented.
Yeah, Martin said, if you had told me a year ago that I would be sweet on one of the people that would be harassing me at school, I sure would have looked at you funny.
Indeed, Dr. Stromberg said with a smile. He was a grandfatherly man, with smiling eyes, and a lined face that suggested that he laughed easily and often. Martin had grown quite fond of him since they had first met.
Nurse Grey took Martins arm in hers. Lets go, hero. I have to give the Sentinel some meds.
That reminds me. I have been reading up on heroes. Why is it that you cant just get one of the heroes whose power is healing to take care of her?
I was wondering when youd ask that. The reason is, as powerful as some of the healers are out there, they are still quite rare, and the damage to the Sentinel is far too extensive. Once her body heals enough to let her come out of the coma we may be able to have someone with healing powers come in here and accelerate the process substantially. We are helping it along with some of the technologies we have, but in the end, the human body, even a meta-human one, has to do the lions share of the work when it suffers massive trauma.
Ill buy that. I dont understand it, but Ill buy it. I guess that explains why you guys didn't just 'super-heal' me, or Darla.. Or my mom.
Nurse Grey smiled sympathetically. The smile faded from view as the trio rounded a corner in the hallway near the administration desk. Standing at the desk were two uniformed men. Emblazoned on their shoulders was the familiar logo of Vanguard. As one of the men approached them, a second pair of Vanguard operatives came around the corner at the far end of the hall, pushing a gurney that had the Scarlet Sentinels unconscious form on it. All four were heavily armed.
Nurse Grey stepped forward, You gentlemen mind telling me just what you think youre doing?
The man that approached them ignored her, and addressed Martin directly, Martin Thorne?
Yes, Martin answered uncertainly.
This is an OUTRAGE! Dr. Stromberg exploded, his face reddening. How DARE you come into MY hospital and interfere with one of my patients!!
You gentlemen better have an AWFULLY good reason for this, Nurse Grey added.
Easy folks, the man said, my name is Major Drake Davis. My apologies for not going through proper channels, but with the Rikti involvement here, there wasnt time. We are moving the Sentinel to a secured facility where we can better guard her. We dont know what their interest was in the Sentinel, but we need to make sure that whatever it was, they dont get a second chance to complete their plans.
There were lies behind his easy smile and Martin knew it. They werent after her. They were after me.
Oh really, the Major chuckled, hear that, boys? He thinks the Rikti were after him. The Major laughed. The other three looked at each other uncertainly, and soon began laughing as well. It was forced laughter, and wasnt fooling Martin one whit. Look Martin. May I call you Martin? They were obviously after a known invulnerable, Martin. We are just taking her to our facility where our medical staff of healing metas can better care for her. Well need you to come with her until shes up and around of course, since you need to be there to dampen her power.
How did you.. Martin began, but Nurse Grey had gripped his elbow tightly. He looked at her face, and she was shaking her head no nervously. She cocked her head toward the Vanguard agent that was standing by himself. Martin noticed that, despite his feigned laughter, he was easing his hand toward his conspicuous submachinegun.
Get your things, Mr. Thorne. I think weve cause the nice folks at this hospital enough trouble, dont you? Davis emphasis on folks and trouble was unmistakable.
You aren't going anywhere with my patient! Dr. Stromberg shouted, stepping forward. To Martins surprise, Davis took a step back.
Easy, now Doctor Stromberg. You know we can protect her much better at our facility than you can here.
I will allow it, Dr. Stromberg said after appearing to consider Davis' words for some time, "but under protest. And I insist that Nurse Grey be allowed to accompany them at all times.
Your protest is noted. Nurse Grey can come, but strictly in an observational capacity. He turned to Martin. Martin? Get your stuff and lets go, before the Rikti decide to try again.
Reluctantly, Martin gathered his few belongings and made to accompany Vanguard to their secure facility. Dr. Stromberg stopped him at the door before they left, and hugged him like a father to son. Trust no one, my boy. Not a single soul. Martin nodded and left to climb into the waiting Vanguard van. If he had any doubts before, they were dispelled when he began scanning his surroundings, and noticed at least three men in similar uniforms on separate rooftops with what appeared to be high-powered rifles.
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Across town, Darla had almost finished her walk to Martins house. Her optimism had been rising since leaving, and she could not help but think that things were looking up. She had just passed an alleyway ten yards from Martins home, when a hand snaked around her waist, pinning her arms under an iron grip. Another hand clamped over her mouth, stifling her welling scream with bruising intensity.
Been shadowing you since the hospital, Darla. You and Thorny getting awfully sweet on each other, arntcha?
Darla tried again to scream, but only a squealing MmmMmmff sound came out. She was rewarded with an increase in the pressure of the crushing hold over her mouth.
We have a bunch o stuff to talk about, you and I. Then you gonna lead ol Thorny straight to me, and then he and I can settle up proper.
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Sullen stood on one of the outcroppings set into the corners of the First Strike HQ, watching RedStarr make his exit. "Ok boys, stand down." he spoke into the comm. The FS response teams, on the ground and on the roof behind him, nodded and returned to they're normal duties. Sullen had no doubt that Contact could handle RedStarr, but then, the city seemed to be inundated with so-called Heros these days.
As RedStarr faded off in the distance, Sullen pulled out a small PDA-like device and checked his duty roster for the day. Selecting the first on the list, he quickly read the case file and prelim investigating teams assessment. Summoning his innate energies, Sullen lifted off from the building, streaking into the sky.
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OCC: our little post seems to be getting popular, eh contact?...
and aas a note all that gibberish was russian. -
Swirlla pulls out a key from a tiny pouch sewn into the inside of her belt. She hurries toward a small storage closet at a large storage facility. Without even a look she opens the door with the key, reaches around and grabs a small leather bound book. She does this without even thinking, because if she thinks about it, she will be reminded of how her whole life is now stored in this tiny storage closet.
She closes the door and puts the key back in the pouch and clutching the book tightly, gathers her strenght and flies atop a nearby building.
Friday Morning,
I don't know if I can do this. I don't understand how I was chosen when I committed such a terrible crime. I can justify why I did it, but it does not make it right and it saddens me.
I feel I must redeem myself somehow, perhaps this is how and I suppose in time I shall feel redeemed. At least, that is my hope. Though I do wish it could be in some other way.
It is funny. During recent troubles with the Outcasts, I fought alongside my Brothers where I always feel a sense of safety and even..........belonging. I used my powers against the Outcasts, the same power I used that fateful night when I killed my captor, an Outcast Boss and a thought had occured to me.
When the trouble had subsided, Scion mentioned his thirst to be more of a warrior and I mentioned how I wished I wasn't. It seemed ironic that we wished we had opposite roles. And I wondered why I hadn't been given powers I was more comfortable with.
Perhaps I am just over analyzing. The Outcasts give me pause to reflect on my past and how I must deal with things now.
Swirlla slips her pen between the pages and closes the book and repeates her process at the storage facility. She pauses a moment wondering just where to go. She will look for her Brothers, she decides. -
Red Starr ignored the commotion outside,
"As Mr. Fox pointed out, we are on the same side....for now.
It was merely a warning not a threat. And as you stated, I am no better than anybody else. However that makes me the perfect judge of what you do. But I digress. I simply came here to tell what was on my mind, not to take up this much time. I must go. Surely there is some wrong about for me to right. Contact, &#1087;&#1088;&#1086;&#1097;&# 1072;&#1085;&#1080;&#1077;. &#1087;&#1088;&#1086;&#1097;&# 1072;&#1085;&#1080;&#1077;, &#1076;&#1086;&#1089;&#1072;&# 1076;&#1085;&#1086; Fox."
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rendering a file unreadable is a bunch of hooey.
If you know what program calls a specific file you can run a file with any old extension.
There are specific CONVENTIONS for file extensions (exe for executable, bin for binary, cab for cabinet) but these are simply ease of use rather than rules set in stone.
The key is:
the calling program needs a file named X and expects it in format Y.
There is a program X in format Y.
Program will execute.
Get either of them wrong and it will result in an error/unreadable file.
But anything that is actually text can be parsed and opened with a text browser, extension or no extension. -
Hi, this is Barry Alan Currently our Supergroup is on the Virtue Server. We are comprised mostly of 35+ characters, we have a few 40s as well, but besides that we were looking for some new younger recruits that we could help make the SG grow stronger. We are primarily a Roleplaying Supergroup, its Encouraged but not required. So if your Interested you can contact me- Barry Alan, or my Officer Black-Shadow. Hope to hear from you.
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Name: The Last Line of Defense
Co-Leaders: Air Superiority and Ice Viper
Player Type: People who value integrity, care about playing smart and who work well with others
Membership: Small, *just* getting out of the gate
Please check our our website here for our charter and application details.
We are looking primarily for MMORPG vets who like to play their archetype well, not necessarily hardcore, but strive to be on the ball; and, most importantly, people of integrity. We have a zero tolerance policy for griefing, and other such shenanigans.
We are going to strive to make the tag MEAN something.
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Mamon opened his eyes slowly - the light that flooded his vision was intense and strangely familiar. This was the second time he found himself regaining consciousness after a massive battle, but this was different. This time he won.
The realization hit him like brimstone. The light was the sun, and the smell was of air! He had broke free from his prison to the realm of man. He laughed, but his laughter was cut short as the light disappeared and a familiar silhouette was before him. Mamon knew who this was before he even felt his oppressors blade under his chin.
"Are you here to welcome me Michael?"
"I know, Demon Lord, that you have no recollection of how you got here. Unfortunately neither do I, but rest assured I will find out once I find Uriel."
"And until then? I can already feel my powers returning to me." Mamon couldn't see the expression on the angel's face but he was sure a slow smile began to blossom there.
"Until then Blighter of Souls? Heh, until then your powers will wax and wane based on the karmic chant I placed upon you. The more good you do, the stronger you will get, and the more evil, well you understand." Mamon's rage grew and his fists clenched but the Captain of the Arch Angel's blade pressed harder into this throat. "Does that anger you? I know you well once-brother. Your nature tends towards power more than evil so this will be an interesting experiment indeed."
"I defeated the Giants at John's Gate and was Lord Captain of the Guardians..."
"Unfortunately all your exploits were stricken from the book the day you sided with the Betrayer - pity. I hope you enjoy your existence here. The mortals now look to these beings called 'Super Heroes' for salvation. With your interesting abilities joining their ranks to save humanity should be simple... I'll be watching."
With that the sun again shone on Mamon's face, and he turned his face to the west were a large human city rose from the earth. Growing powerful was his goal. If he was to accomplish this by aiding the helpless humans he would do so, until he found a way to break the archangel's enchantment.