FloatingFatMan

Here's the FULL reason why.

http://users.telenet.be/worldstandar...ft.htm#history

I was going to try to describe how dreadful it was, but then realised that the language I'd have to use would have gotten me banned.

So really, linking it was the only way.

A soft female voice sounded behind Zero.

"Labels are nothing but an excuse for incompetants. A Vahzilok is merely a corpse animated by machinery, so there's no moral issues in destroying it. A giant robot isn't a living being usually, so again, moral issues are limited. A Hydra is a living creature and we've long had the technology to disable them without killing."

"A hero, on the other hand, is someone who defends others without thought for themselves. Someone who finds a way to resolve a problem where NO one gets seriously hurt, including the bad guys. Which is a bloody LONG way from what I hear about YOU.

Tiger White stood behind him, a rather unpleasant look on her face, and a small reticle now fitted over her right eye. Text can just about be made out scrolling up the miniature display.

"But let's talk about LABELS, shall we? The city tried to label me once, it labelled me as a Peacebringer. They tested me, classified me, called me a mid powered range and melee combatant. Then some ******* came along and stuck a Nictus shard in me, so the city gave me NEW labels, they called me murderer, maniac, out of control. That was a REAL nice one that was, lots of stigmata there to get rid of. Eventually, I got rid of the shard, so the city tried to label me as a Peacebringer again. They heaped all sorts of honours on me, granted me higher and higher clearance levels until they couldn't go any higher; but I didn't want ANY of it. Eventually, they gave up and just labelled me as retired, because they couldn't figure out any other way of dealing with me."

Taking a deep breath, she glanced at the Warshade. "Once upon a time, that guy had a different label too. It was Nictus, murderer, vampire, slaughterer and devourer of his own people. But he overcame THAT label, and changed what he was. Turned away from being a maniac that never thought about the consequences of his actions."

Looking back to Zero, her expression became a contemptuous one. "But YOU. You hide behind the label of Scrapper. You use it to showboat when the city asks you for help. You use it to give you an excuse to screw around, putting people in danger just so that you can look good."

She paused to take a breath. "Well, guess what, I can use labels too, and there's one I reserve just for people like you. It's a label I don't often have to use, because I'm a polite person who doesn't like to call people names, but sometimes, you just can't avoid it. It's a label that fits perfectly anyone who thinks that killing the bad guy is more important than protecting people and upholding the law, it's a label that fits perfectly people who think that, just because they have a little bit of power, that puts them ABOVE the law. Want to know what that label is?"

She paused, waiting to hear his response whilst once again, stray energy crackled around her armour.

Well, so far, the new software is turning out to be a bit of a turkey, isn't it?

People can't log in, or get logged out a lot.
Threads get marked as read when you log in, very helpfull.
Some people can't even post due to silly "input errors".
Can't have more than 4 images in a post INCLUDING EMOTES!
STILL getting some timeout errors.
Oh, and they're totally insecure, putting EVERYONE'S game accounts at risk due to no HTTPS.

Brilliant, really.

*slow clap*

Ah well, at least when bigots insult and abuse homosexuals, there are plenty of right thinking people jumping to their defense and shouting down the bigots.

Shame almost nobody ever thinks to do that for us larger than average folks.

Over by Krill Killer, Tiger White ceased her song and the shield surrounding her and the whale flickered and died. Rising slowly into the air, she drifted over to the beach and sat down heavily in the wet sand. Her tanned face was very pale and drawn as she sat still, staring at the whale.

Krill Killer himself, now freed of restraint, did nothing. He just floated there, quiescent.