Flea_Mark_Evil

Also, Bill?

Still loving that signature. All the damn time.

Ah, Reputation.

Most ******* retarded idea we've seen on these forums for a while. Similar to the retarded Star system to be honest. It's simply another way for people to circle-jerk and form cliques.

T'hell with that folks. As the signature says...got something negative to say? Then have the guts to do it to my face or through a PM if you must insist on being civil. Only cowards hide behind the mask of anonymity making snide remarks.

I'm Flea. This is a forum handle, sure. But you can guarantee when I sass you or shoot your ideas down it's me doing it, not some anonymous little snippet given through a reputation system.

.....Oh, there it is. Plot.

A great big, sweeping RP plot for the whole damn server.

I dunno. Blame random moods. Blame the binge spending (why hello House of M, Civil War, Age of Apocalypse and Dark Reign tpbs....come to daddy, squeee.....) and blame the whole damn genre for it.

Sometimes with City of I feel....I dunno....small. Insignificant. Like a second rate fiddle to a plot designed where our characters don't quite mesh. Bah to that I say. Bah to that.

Going Rogue looks interesting. It has promise. If they do more with Praetorian Earth it could be fun.

But folks, we need something. We need a sweeping plot. We need an event that pulls people in and does something.

Call this random mental rambling. Call this slightly off the beaten track.

But I have an RP itch recently. A big itch. And it needs scratching.

Folks. We need a Crossover, stat!

Keep trolling, trolling, trolling!

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I need bling.

If you're watching this movie for any reason other than attractive female forms in skintight leather.....

Then I pity you.

Hooray for Baroness!

*Goes to bury face in cleavage*

John Phillip Anderson.

Former 90s teen star, famed the world over for his dashing good looks and charm. The envy of every teenage girl, the bitter rival of every snubbed boy. Also a mutant, a powerful illusionist who could fool even machines into seeing what he wanted them to see. It was a mask, a disguise to hide his shame, his flaws, his ugly, plain face.

And now he was dead. As the blood pooled from the hole in his head his murderer knelt down, carefully placing the pistol into John's clasping hands. Suicide. That's what the police would say. Since Hollywood lost interest John's life just went downhill. Bill after bill. Red letter after red letter, the costs of a life of indulgent luxury, especially once the silent partners had pulled their support. The pistol was clean. Not a fingerprint, not a smear.

This may of course be due to the fact that his murderer's arms were nothing more than mechanical constructs, his true limbs ripped from his body long ago by a monster that haunted his dreams to this day. Epsilon would remember that day. He would curse it. It was because of that day that he had come back to the Malta Group. Because of the promise of revenge, the promise of severring every last link to Project Idol and with this vengeance upon the one who took his arms.

The new limbs did not lack. His aim was steady still, he was still one of the finest shots of the Group. But it was not right. It was a lie. Because of the monster he'd become a freak, shunned, loathed, hated by himself and others. A lifetime of purist, xenophobic policy was embedded in his very core. How could he not hate himself? His father ranked high amongst the Group and he knew it was because of his father that Project Idol brought him back. Eliminate every last Idol. Remove every last trace of the Group's involvement.

Cause the monster pain unlike anything it had ever felt before.

*****

You cannot cage a beast. You cannot keep it against its will. In the cold, glass prison of one of the secure rooms within Maggie's Rock he paced. The walls were scratched, clawed, torn up by a trapped beast's moodswings. He was erratic. Unpredictable. Uncontrolled. Feral.

They'd come to see him. Old friends. Family. Even some of the young ones. His moods had driven them away. He would go from calm, tranquil...civilised....to berserk and angry within a moment. He would beat against the glass and roar his anger, trying to shatter the prison and escape. Then he would calm. He would withdraw, keeping himself in the shadowed corners where he felt safe, protected. Unexposed. It was frustrating. It was as though nearly two years of work had been all for naught. Two years of counselling. Two years of education. Two years of 'family'. They'd tried to tame him. They'd tried to help him to belong, this feral killer from a dead world.

But you cannot cage a beast. Sooner or later it breaks free.

It had taken a single action. A single act of rash anger. His daughter had turned her back. She'd left him and with her his world collapsed. He withdrew. He fled. The beast escaped.

No killing. That was Maggie's rule. That was her goal. Within the space of a day the rule was shattered. Eden became Hell. The Predator established its place within the ecosystem created by Hamidon's insanity. The Devouring Earth were culled, a sector of the overgrown jungle claimed by a monster as its own. Longbow were called in, as were Vanguard. A hunt began. A deadly game of cat and mouse.

Then Steph went missing. The police came in. They were looking for anything...everything. His enemies surrounded him, brought him low with science and trickery, using poisons his body had not encountered before. He was slowed, brought down, chained and brought back. And now he was caged, a monster in a land of men.

In the darkness of the night Jake Love glared out from his glass cage. In the darkness of the night the white eyes burned like balefire. One thing kept him in line. Stephanie.

His daughter. She was missing.

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The beast is caged. Woe upon those it finds when it is finally released.

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I'm confused now. I set it on fire.

F-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-failboat!

As of right now login servers are still being gippy.

Bah.

Alcohol? Alcohol?!

Someone better record this.

Fething Alcohol.

.....

*Drinks more energy drink that has health warnings on it*

If they give me chains as an option....

What?

Flea with chains. Like...chained Flea.

Feral. More feral.

Whips.

Yes. My mind is busy now.

Apparantly the login server is having issues at the moment.

BAB's twitter is source enough. Do not ask me to link.

No one invites Flea.

Want to seduce Dev.

PM plz.

Bah.

In the words of my friend failing to be a Storyteller for a VtM game he is running...

Quite epic words....

Blah blah blah....fancy words.

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Smurfs. That's all I'm saying.

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Perky Goth ? Oookay.

Batman may be the Dark Knight, but he doesn't seem to be that way when he is out of costume. . . He is character driven, to a point, by his past. Not by his need to suck blood, slit his wrist, dress only in black and constantly "brood". At the end of the day he is still a hero. This is defined by his actions and his words.
I can't imagine why you would take offense. They are my feelings, and mine alone. It affects you in no way shape or form. Anyway I thought Goth was all about the FTW attitude ? Oh wait, you're "Perky" goth .. my bad.

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I love people who whine about stereotypes.

If stereotypes offend you that much than might I suggest a different MMO altogether? The superhero genre is loaded with stereotypes. You could even say that the genre is stronger for the stereotypes.

Jocks? (Flash Gordon)
Geeks/Nerds? (Mr. Fantastic, Dr. Octopus, Beast)
Valley Girls? (Power Girl, The Stepford Cuckoos)
Goths? (Shriek, Raven)
Angst? (Batman, Wolverine, Anti-Venom, Spider Man)
Lawful Stupid, I mean Good? (Superman, Cyclops, Captain America)
Bullies? (Blob, Toad, Juggernaught)
Mafia/Gangsters? (Kingpin, Killer Croc)
Gun Bunny? (Punisher, Nick Fury, Cable)
Smart [censored]? (Deadpool, Spider Man)
Cheesecake? (White Queen, Wonder Woman, Power Girl)
Way Too Many Psychological Issues? (Wolverine, Iron Man, Batman, Bane)
Dinosaurs? (Sauron, Anything that goes near the Savage Land, Stegron)
Robots? (Iron Man, Sentinels, Mr. Hero)
Pirates? (Corsair, Nightcrawler)
Bikers? (Lobo, Wolverine, Ghost Rider, Vengeance)
Death Is Only Temporary? (Wolverine, Magneto, Jean Fscking Grey, Cyber, Superman)
The End Of The World? (Doomsday, Apocalypse, Galactus)

And loads more...

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"Don't be an #@$hole" is a wonderful rule of thumb to go by in all roleplaying interactions. However, what one person deems un-#@$holish may not be the same as another's interpretation. That's where all these strange, almost draconic social sub-rules come into play. A vague guideline of what is, and what is not, #@$holery.


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Are you kidding? Flea, Despair, Jack and Ceratus all thrive on being absolute bastards. It's the nature of their characters and each one tells a different story... (Flea is the way he is due to feeling an alien exile, Despair is just a psychotic Wraith symbiote, Jack is an Irish mutie terrorist and Ceratus is a hyper-evolved Ceratosaur...which was dinosaur for [censored].)

Bout! Freaking! Time!

Rodentia and all that jazz mate.

Jazzy Rodents.....now there's an opportunity...

.....Ok. New approach.

We need Back Alley Brawler now. We summoned a Hickman. I ain't cleaning up after it!

Right...so....

What I'm looking at so far....

Blueside - Either Ankylus or a Clockwork Hero/Alien Defender.

So... Clockwork Defender type. The most obvious parallel is Neil Gaiman's Mr. Hero, the Newmatic Man. That is of course assuming I go for something Steampunk with it. There's also opportunities of sentient AI units or perhaps having the machine as some sort of alien failsafe/bodyguard device.

And if I wanted to put an Arcane twist in it could always be some sort of golem or guardian construct. Or similar to Johann Kraus in Hellboy II: The Golden Army when he possesses one of the machines.

Redside....

Seems to pleasantly becoming a blend of Alien Tyrant/Elemental. This itself is more than doable. It also has me looking at different ATs and sets (though, naturally favouring brute). Essentially I could do this as some sort of alien from an elemental aligned planet (Ice World, Magma World etc.), an elemental plane or even have it along the lines of some sort of elemental manifestation and host, much like Anubis was in SG-1....

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If you want a character that resonates with you, and will be something that can suck you back into the game and RP... then why don't you choose one instead of asking a forum?

I don't really get it.

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Simple answer. Large number of concepts. Limited number of character slots. I RP. And I find it better to work with a community rather than try to jam the round peg into the square hole out of beligerence.