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It's not a competition though. As the others have said, give both locations a good go. I used to love GG. Not a huge fan of PD but I get by.

I used to frequent GG, but it's not my bag any more. Too many friends are long since departed and the regular characters are all pretty much wrapped up in each other making fresh introductions intimidating. I'm happiest staying within my SG's boundaries

Hmmm just thought, this post might read as Anti-GG :/ Not intended so muchos apologies if it offended

Thanks guys, I'll give Rad a try

Thinking of rolling a Sorceror type guy and thought Kinetics makes a good representative of a non offensive series of spells and NRG is good against CoT right? Whaddya think?

Superb drawing mate! Awesome costume too, love the unusual colour scheme!

((OOC - Just wanted to say how good it is seeing Z involved with the Vigil in it's new incarnation Long may it continue!

Got an NRG x 2 blapper in mind, suggestions?

My only problem with DM is it's too controllery for my concept. It needs more punches :P

Reflexes, afaik, is one of the BETTER powers at high levels

How's the end drain tho?

So is DM/Inv a good combo then?

As am I, though I'm not actively seeking to take part. I don't have a problem with the plotline in the slightest, it's no worse imo than say anything that happens or has happened with plots in or around GG. The various BIG FA plotlines for example

But anyway, each to their own.

I'd prefer the subsequent Saturday, or FRiday at the earliest. But if it HAS to be Thursday I'll try appearing as Hardlight

When you gonna hold it?

Sounds interesting.

Hmmm starting to think that maybe I should drop Claws and go for MA/SR....

Never got much time with the Scotbots, but they were a real tonic Shame to see a fellow Scot leave tho

Ok that was pretty definitive lol Thanks Firekitty

Thinking of retrying the claws set but can't decide on a secondary. Which would you recommend? Regen or SR?

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with things like budwiser, Miller, Rolling Rock etc, that they mostly drink larger,

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Lager is actually beer, it just a different name for the it.However they use the word beer for everything as opposed to saying lager, bitter etc

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Actually lager isn't just another name for beer. It's an altogether different process that's used to make lager.

The name itself comes from the German "Lagern" or "to store"The name comes from the German lagern ("to store"). Lager yeast is a bottom-fermenting yeast, and typically undergoes primary fermentation at 7-12 °C (45-55 °F) (the "fermentation phase"), and then is given a long secondary fermentation at 0-4 °C (32-40 °F) (the "lagering phase"). During the secondary stage, the lager clears and mellows. The cooler conditions also inhibit the natural production of esters and other byproducts, resulting in a "crisper" tasting beer.

I love AR, it's the gun model used I hate. But the set counters that by being great fun to play

The man some knew as Jayhawk and fewer still referred to as Lamb, sat at the bar of the Red Hand pub. The Red Hand was one of the only Irish pubs in the city and subsequently business fared well, despite the Kings Row location. He downed a whisky before ordering another, his eighth since he’d grown bored of the house beer. He sat hunched forward on his stool, spinning the Militia issue transmitter and receiver in his rough fingered hand. He tumbled it through the thick callused fingers mimicking the gesture of a cards player and grunted as it toppled onto the bartop.

“Sure you want another there, chief?”

“Few things I’m sure of these days, boss. Wanting another drink is one of those things.”

He feigned a smile and switched the device off with a degree of distaste.

The pub’s doors swung open as a boy came striding in carrying a clipboard and a pen. He made a beeline for a group of rough looking guys that sat drinking in the corner. Guys, Lamb had noted, that wore badly concealed Skulls regalia.

The kid looked happy as a lark, beaming as he approached the group.

“Hey guys! Want to sign this? It’s that heroes for people petition you might’ve heard about?” Innocently he pushed the paper onto their table.

The largest of the group stood then, grabbing the kid by the shirt.

“Do we look like heroes to you, Kid? Buzz off and go bother someone else before you get hurt!” At that he roughly shoved the kid backwards, his friends tripping him as he stumbled back. Happy that he now sat on the floor a third Skull threw the clipboard across the bar.

“Fetch, ya little maggot!”

Lamb took his eighth whisky. Drank the glass dry. Turned with an objectionable sigh. And threw it at the big guy’s head, knocking him out cold as it shattered on his forehead.

“One down. Any of you fools want to keep dancing?”

He stood, groggy from the alcohol, and clenched his fists.

The group, outraged by his attack, rushed him.

A clumsy fist snaked out, striking empty air where his head had been. He reappeared in the space as the fist withdrew, cracking the fist’s owner across the shoulders with his barstool.

“Two. You Skulls aren’t bred smart, are ya?” His words were cut short by a blow to his back. A third moved to swing his bat again. But found himself suddenly unarmed and pinned to the floor, a small throwing knife pressing into his Adam’s apple, just enough to draw blood.

Lamb growled at the fourth.

“Think it over son. Come any closer and your friend gets it. And then I’ll start on you.”

The Skull grinned cockily then hesitated. Then his eyes went wide, face paled as he saw the truth in Lamb’s eyes. He mouthed something then bolted for the door.

Lamb smiled darkly at his prey, nicking his neck with the knife before dragging him to the door.

“Run. Before I change my mind.”

The Skull didn’t wait.

The barman started shouting, falling silent as a wad of notes thudded on the bar.

“Oughta cover the damages and one for the road,” Lamb up ended a chair and sat.

The kid, dusting himself off, walked over to him.

“Gee Mister, you sure showed them! You’re a hero aren’t ya? Say, will you sign this?” He offered the petition.

“Nope. Not interested.”

“No?” The kid’s face fell. “But...you...Call yourself a hero?”

Lamb looked up, downing his ninth.

“Son. I don’t call myself anything of the sort.”

Personally I love Scrappers, tho these days I gravitate more towards Blasters and Defenders. A new Scrapper primary wouild reveal me as the AT wh*re that I am

No for the simple reason that the character's identity for me was utterly tied into the name, and once that was gone I couldn't think of a good enough replacement and feeling rather upset it was sullied from that point on.


I deleted him 2 months ago.

Wasn't blaming you, just stating a sad fact :/