Hatesman_EU

"COOL IT!" shouted Bullet Man, as he raced into view, launching up at one of the monsters chests. With a burst of air rushing away from him, he hung in mid air before unleashing a furious battery kicks and punches. Chunks of rock flew off in every direction and with the final kick he push away.

"HNGH... woaaaaah!" Smack.

Nutting his head on the monsters crotch, Bullet Man found himself dangling by one leg from its huge grip. Only leaving scratches on its thick hide, it wasn't furious, it was tepid. Almost uncaring as it swung the hero away and moved off to find a more interesting opponent.

"Aaahhh! Oohf." he landed face first in the dirt, looking skywards toward the upside down monster that skulked off in the direction of the others. "Ouch."

Hatesman stands from his large chair at the head of the gun metal table.

"Adam ever so good to see you, do take a seat. I'd like to propose a toast to this League of such Righteous Destroyers now that everyone is here..."

He raises his glass of Red Wine to the room, prompting others to mimic the jesture.

The Courtyard Clash
3 Minutes Til Cadre Escape

Mystic’s Dream rounded the corner before Dante , rushing forwards pre-emptively. This section of courtyard was almost empty, most prisoners having either made a break for it, dashing back to the Zig to avoid the Longbow Eagles or engaged in Riots in other areas of the Courtyard. To her dead eyes, Dream could see the twisted metal from the walls as they radiated magnetism, the grey concrete invisible to her. Stood in the middle of the yard was the electrostatic signature of a man floating above the ground, surrounding him, a number of bodies, their neurons failing as they died. The figure’s neural patterns were erratic though, as he fell to the floor and writed into the same state as all the others, Dream detected something she'd missed on first glance. It was slightly, more or less than human. She saw a hazy image, only able to pick up the sparks of static electricity that jumped between the particles in its form. Gathered in a humanoid outline in the abyss that she could perceive, the silhouette shifted unnaturally, making it hard for her to work out what she was facing.

“Halt!” commanded Dante as he sped into view, seeing Black Golem surrounded by dozens of dead men. The Golem roared in a whisper that would seem to have purged its lungs. This was a sound that Mystic understood to be malevolent, only creatures from the void made those cries. Without hesitation, she thrust her palms forward, blasting lightning from her hands that arced across the courtyard, jumping between pockets of air and loose particles before meeting its target. The humanoid then split on impact as if it had exploded, though the head, arms and legs were still clearly visible to her. Its cloudy body giving way to the electricity as it sparked through the opening, hitting a metal fence behind it. The creatures evasion left it stranded, allowing an opening for Dante to strike it with arcane fear. Dark energy bound the creature to the spot, rooting it from whatever nightmares lived inside its consciousness, at that, it began to hiss and split from its form entirely, spinning over and under itself like a pile of fighting snakes. Mystic tried lowering her frequency, attuning herself to the voltage of the Golem's brainwaves, but it's current form was nothing but particles, no brain was even present in the mysterious creature. With that she upped the power and hit it with a wide burst of paralytic static that caught it in a net. It's overall writhing slowed dramatically though some fleeting spikes of black sand shot from the mass like the kicks and twitches of a sedated animal, in the grasp of both heroes it was surely doomed.

Dante signalled to a passing guard, gesturing for him to bring a containment unit to restrain the fluctuating column of matter. It was then he noticed the insidious hiss of flowing sand as the earth beneath them began to shift and scorch a midnight black. A devilishly mischievous, high pitched cackle of laughter signalled cried out from beneath them. Dante had two theories, either the monster could split, or it had a friend. Either way, it was no longer out numbered.

With a rush, the creature rose up, a figure emerging from the black sand as it encompassed Dante’s legs. Dream watched as best she could, unable to attack for fear of hitting him. The figure sprouted a number of sandy arms, each ending in a fist that pounded on the ancient mage. Fighting off the arms that dissolved and reformed to strike elsewhere, he struck forward with his fist, aiming for the creature’s ‘chest’. As expected, it opened a cavity so Dante struck nothing but air, exactly as he’d intended.

“A’sht sha’lat infernis!” he commanded, opening his hand wide. An energy shockwave exploded from his palm, blowing the black figure apart, scattering the grains of sand to the wind. Freed, he rose from the ground only to see the sand swirling around Mystic’s Dream. The synapses comprising Black Golem’s mind sparked around her, confusing her, making it hard to perceive anything beyond the dust.

Her concentration shattered, the field entrapping the other golem dropped, the sand hitting the floor with a soft hiss. Gathering itself, it rejoined the dust cloud before launching itself at Dante, striking him to the floor.

As the mage and his apprentice attempted to recover, the sand dispersed, scattering itself on the wind, before reforming atop one of the concrete walls.

"Sayonara Heroes! Euuuuhahahahahahahahaha!" it called with a cackle and a mocking wave before exploding onto the wind again, sifting off in the direction of the hovering Arachnos flier.

Dante watched as the flier powered up its Engines and sped off into the sky. He muttered Arabic curse words beneath his breath, before dusting himself down for stray sand particles.

<Written by Dante, Edited by Hatesman>

A small holographic projection of Hatesman standing with his arms folded appears next to the elevator.

"Well!? Are you going to stand there all week, or are you coming aboard? I'm a busy man!!" he abruptly cuts the feed before anyone can answer.

((In your own time guys. ))

((I sent a private message already just to say that this is a really well written story! Not too long and totally engaging. I likes it! ))

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Sorry I missed it, g/f was demanding of my attention....women!

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Tell me about it! They don't seem to understand that physical intimacy isn't as important as pretending to be a Super-Hero sometimes.

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If only you could combine the two without getting the oddest of looks.

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The Police were called... it wasn't pretty.

Half an Hour Later...

In the darkness the yacht hung silently in the waters. From beneath the gentle waves, 4 metal poles in a square pattern rose from the water. As the League looked on, an invisible field of energy repulsed the water around the poles, cutting a shaft down through the water. Up, rose a dark metal box with glass windows and a pristine shine.

"Step inside the Elevator and familiarise yourself with the emergency procedures." said ORACLE, as she manoeuvred the boat into a docking mechanism. The rear of the Yacht slid down and formed a bridge, while the Elevator's thick round blast door, un clamped and then slid aside in a circular rotating motion.

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Sorry I missed it, g/f was demanding of my attention....women!

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Tell me about it! They don't seem to understand that physical intimacy isn't as important as pretending to be a Super-Hero sometimes.

I was just thinking, if anyone gives you stick about real world politics, just RP it from your characters perspective.

This person is probably crazy, from an alternate dimension or time line or something else.

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thankfully I can't think of anyone RPwise who didn't just refer to him as Ed, since that's how he's always introduced himself).

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Well, Hatesman referred to him as "Doctor (With a sarcastic tone) Shape-shifting Freakoid Traitor Dog", but he's just a big meanie, so, don't listen to him. It's good to know that Eddie won't be gender bending any more though! hell naw dood! '>_< The Timeless Blade sounds AWESOME, too.

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You going to be judging these, Hates, or will you let browsers rate them for elevation to the mythical "Hall of Fame"?

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Well, I wouldn't know how to set up a voting system, so it'd be like, unless I snap your costume, you can nominate it to be featured and then I'll be like, "Hey, check out these awesome costumes. See this one? I think it's a classic and I think you'll agree, because..."

People would obviously have to accept that if you send something unoriginal, or looks like you've just hit the "Random" button, it wouldn't get 'featured'. But would probably find its way into another page on the site if it wasn't too bad.

I was going to use (WebEden.co.uk) SiteMaker for ease of editing and the instantly proffessional look, and I think you'd need PHP and MySQL to do voting, but if anyone did have an idea about how I could make a sort of "Hot or Not" system, that'd be pretty Hot.

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The only way to avoid dodgy English is to get off of the English servers.

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HAhahahahahahahaha!!

So true!!

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Lolz.

Hey Folks.

You know me by many names... Hatesman, Hatesy, Ghosty, Archy, 'That Utter *******', 'Y'know that guy? Yeeeer, I'd like to smack that guy!' and lol!

One new moniker and website I'm pondering taking on is The Costume Collector.

Cos, I love the Character Creator, lots and lots. Admit it, it's the heart and soul of our thriving community, it's what gives this place the diversity it so richly bathes in. You could easily stage a fight between a Shuriken Throwing Robot-Pirate-Ninja and a Laser Spewing Spartan-Alien-Knight, what other games can boast that?

It's the best bit of the game. So much so infact, that I always wanted to do this website called which immortalized the best and most original creations in a hall of fame. Those costumes that perfectly do something totally new, or just look so classic and Marvel-Like they merge into the background, universe and mythos of the game.

So, the deal would be that it's sort of a Hall of Fame for Costumes, where the best of the best are stored and highlighted for Style, Originality and the ability to blend well with the Genre/Universe. Aswell as being a nod to any great character concepts attached to said costumes.

Good uses of Spandex, Themes, Colours, and Accessories can all add up into greatness and originality that frankly I feel should be shared and commended sometimes. The only things to consider would be whether people would be motivated to get invovled, and whether or not you want your ideas plastered all over a web page for other people to essentially pilfer and re-use in their designs.

Would you go for it?

Many Thanks!

P.s. This would be done as the character "The Costume Collector", the site being set in the game world, so it may well involve RP opportunities, interviews, maybe some creative Magazine Collaborations.

Okay, I've been thinking about doing something like this for a while now... Essentially...

The Costume Collector

Would be a website/competition where great costumes and the characters that wear them are entered and then catalogued with distinctions for originality, style and feel. I'd add a little description maybe to point out what was nice in my opinion, but the costumes would be nominated by others.

We all know how amazingly diverse the Costume Creator is, but sometimes it takes a little more to create a great costume. I've always wanted to catalogue the awesome costumes that I see in City of Heroes so I can go back and get inspiration for new characters and costume slots.

You know the type I'm talking about, Costumes that you look at and could totally imagine in a Marvel/DC comic, or being a part of the CoH Universe. Something that the Devs should use for an NPC, infact, I've been inspired by that thread Rhino (I think it was Rhino) did featuring should-be NPC's because people like him can make little works of art in the engine. Great costumes can be rare when you consider how many Red/Orange/Black 'Flame' Pattern Fire Blasters with Spikey Hair you see running around.

I've often been complemented on my Costumes and I think the costume creator is the best part of City of Heroes. I'm a big fan of Customisation in an MMO, because they are Social games after all and... okay, I'll cut to the chase.

I wanted to grab some feedback to see how people felt about potentially having their hard work showcased for the community to marvel and probably gain inspiration from.

I wouldn't want to start this website up without a little enthusiasm, and I can understand if people would be defensive about keeping their designs to themselves. So, what do you, the Creative Board think?

Many Humble Thanks!

Trust me, while it's a frustrating prospect, moving to Union for the RP is the best decision you'll ever make while playing this game.

I used to roll with the Monkey Typists who for some [censored] reason can't use a god damned Question Mark... on Defiant. Only because it was the first server I clicked on the list on day one. Back then the Game was half of what it is today, and now you're blessed with the Server Transfer System! I never had that, I had to start from Level 1 all over again, but even that was a totally worthwhile experience. Remember, as the Honda Advert Guy says, Difficult is Worth Doing.

An MMO is a Social Experience, especially in a Game like CoH which has an abysmally repetitive Combat and Missions System and completely unimersive graphics (it gets to you after a while).

So if you're going to sink any time into this game, make sure it's on Union so you aren't just crunching numbers and deciphering really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really really, really, really, really, really, really, really, Bad English all the time.

lol u no wot i meen m8 :P xD
if u eva wont 2 teme wen u get heer btw, id b honord xD :PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP lolololololoolol srsly lol xDDDDDDDDDDDD

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what is the legal status of a serving army member with a Hero licence .. which take precedents ..?

answer in 20 words or less please

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This is a Game.

I second that notion. (About us still being able to arrest people.)

*Tips Hat*

Welcome to the community.

8 Days Later

The "TLF Tempest" - Calana Port - 1:00am

A sleek black luxury yacht designated the TLF Tempest looking like a member of the space race waited in Calana Port for the League to arrive under cover of darkness. Hidden away in a boathouse, the ship was a customised WP 118 chartered to ferry the League out to rendezvous with the Hatesman aboard his flagship The TLF Leviathan, a Nuclear Astute Class Submarine so cutting edge that it was yet to even be implemented in many Navies across the globe.

In and around the Warehouse a dozen Meta-Human guards stalked around with equally cutting edge Assault Rifles and Sub Machine Guns. They all wore black Kevlar suits that looked as though they could withstand an RPG while allowing the wearer to dance the cha cha without any discomfort. All of it current age technology, though there was no doubt that it sat at the top of its league.

As for the bright young men and women of the TLF, all were clear as day criminals, thugs and mercenaries, sporting glares that could kill puppies and tattoos covering most of their bodies. Were they not professional killers most of them would have been members of the Freakshow.

On the boat, ORACLE waited as a stewardess that the troops seemed to shy away from on her laps of the dock house. Her eyes always watching and judging them with an inner satisfaction as they messed around with their powers, one lighting a cigar with his finger tips, another shooting down flies around a lamp with sharp bursts of laser vision, and another weight training with heavy crates of weapons.

As each member of the League arrived, ORACLE met them and ushered them to the Tempest where they took seats in the Lounge Compartment. They were then served with any alcoholic beverage they so desired from the on board teleportation device, and offered to Dine at the Table. All of which was tendered by a blue skinned, white haired reptilian who could quite easily have been related to Borealis where he not so clearly lacking the Lord's intellect. "Hello, my name is Maxsss." he introduced himself politely with a serpents tongue.

With all aboard, ORACLE turned to stare at the empty control room and willed the ship into action, gunning the engines to a mighty 60 Knots over a few minutes in the water ((that's 70mph for land lovers)), before she took a seat to mingle with the LoRDs, navigating the boat with some other part of her conciousness.

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A friendly RPing Question...

having read your ..in the newspapers.. post on the founding of R.A.P.I.E.R.

how do you envisage/want the rest of the RPing world interacting with the event and ongoing exsistance of R.A.P.I.E.R. ?

do you want us to treat you as another hero corp and in effect ignore you ...leaving you to RP internally

or do you want the RP world react as if it is a real world event ... ie the global out cry at the USA's unilateral action ... how the civ lib lobby would react ... how heroes and hero groups would react .. particularly those from alt dim's

i ask only in the interest of good RPing.. as im sure you have seen how the army types have found a chilly reaction at GG over the past few nights .. dont want to spoil your RP by unwanted RP reactions to the R.A.P.I.E.R. toons .

so please give out some guidance on how you would like to be treated ....

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A bit of a minefield this one.

I'd vote for realistic reactions to the news. If I'd heard of this, and then heard that way of seeing it, I'd agree and complain about Team America: Dimensional Police.

However, there's two things to bear in mind:

1. The Second Gulf War (Iraq) and the War on Terror (Afghanistan) never happened, and in fact they were replaced in the time line by the Rikti Invasion, who are themselves Inter-Galactic, Multi-Dimensional threats.

2. Paragon City is in America. Any countries biggest critics are always other countries. While there are disgruntled American's voicing an outcry about their foreign policy, it's generally accepted to just get on with life in America as opposed to complaining about something that ultimately benefits them and everyone else.

Two things to bear in mind when forming critiques of Rapier. If your character is American and has no prior knowledge of the atrocities (Mobutu, Bin Laden, Iran) that the CIA have committed over the years, they're likely to be pretty okay with this, if not totally supportive as a God Fearing American. Also, the Bush Administration never happened, so we can only assume that the world doesn't hate America as much as it does today.

In this completely Alien alternate Timeline that runs through our MMO, America's actually not perceived such a bad place, compared to the rest of the world.

Although, if you ask me, it's the calling of Heroes and Villains to expose the secrets that the everyday man misses.

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I know we planned to meet up for the first time this weekend, but not been able to beat out when from anybody. Then I realized it was probably more sensible to ask here! (Duh)

So 9 tonight? Or some other time?

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No can do. My unit's scheduled to engage the Season 4 LOST finale tonight at 2100 Hours.

Black Golem
Ten Minutes til The Cadre Breakout

On hearing the words 'Ten minutes' of freedom out in the riot, Golem exploded with ferocity into a cloud of twinkling black matter, siphoning off into the wind.

Nearbye, one inmate was poised over a beaten guard with a large slab of concrete lifted high over his head in an attempt to deliver a lethal blow. This was an opportunity to be taken advantage of if ever there was one. After dealing with the inmate, the guard would no doubt make his appreciation known to his unseen saviour and then when he least suspected. Two men. One pinned down and quickly suffocated. The other breathing through punctured holes in his lungs.

Next, a group of felons in orange jump suits forming a human bridge to climb to freedom. Alongside their construction a young man with red hair and a scar across his face, jumped back and forth over the fence like a ferry, carrying his human cargo into Paragon City one at a time. Huddling around, fifty men waited impatiently for their turns, every one of them, a former member of the Outcasts.

Golem pushed into the horde, knocking the next man to go forwards as he landed. "Who tha fu' are yo--"

The men parted as one of their colleagues dropped to the ground spraying blood from filthy wounds in his neck. "What the hell!?" one of them cried out, though most others seemed unphased by the spasming body, continuing their bid for freedom with renewed vigilance and suspicion. Escape was the only thing on their minds.

Returning from a successful trip, the springfoot taxi landed and glanced around the men nervously. "Well what the hell are you waiting for?!" One of the larger Outcasts pushed forward, trailing large Anti-Flight inhibitors wrapped around bare feet and then hugged his ticket to freedom. He did a pathetic little jolt that got him nowhere, trying to jump into open arms, but not quite making it work. "Don't get any funny ideas..." said the taxi man bluntly.

Looking down, the two found the source of their problem... The brown dirt faded to black sand, creeping up around their feet like it was hungry.

"OH SHI-" was all they could manage.

Eventually the oblivious and immobile human bridge would succumb to the same fate. A few hairy clawing hands protruding from the once again, brown dirt, were the only clues to the horrific reality. Golem snapping one of the hands back on itself as he walked over it, looking around for new victims, his hunt continued. One man loses his voice. Twenty seven souls are buried alive.

Directly infront of him, across the wastes, the battle between hero and villain raged on. It called to him like... but wait! There... just above everything flailing arms of desperate men were grasping at the outside world as if it were made of diamonds. Trapped inside they chaos were a far easier target.

"There's simply not enough of me to go around." he said to himself, as he placed his hands together for prayer. The Sand that form his body grew slightly and with them he pushed his shoulders apart, tearing a large gap down his spine, that grew and literally cut his body to two halves.

Each side poured into into piles and then took the shape of men, the size of children. Children of the Black Sand, and, when the features on their faces took shape and form, one stood grinning maniacally while the other could only grimace with malcontent.

The Great Ziggursky and her Courtyard? Now there was enough Rak'ha to go around.

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Empath/Psychic Defender.

Rick Riffington was just your average slightly psychic soldier.

Until enrolling on the ‘Minutemen Program’, a project designed to grant precognition to soldiers.

In Ricks case the project failed to grant visions of the future instead he found he was able to affect the past, to erase events that occurred sixty seconds previously around him.

Capable of reviving his fellow soldiers by simply changing the past so that bullets didn’t actually hit them he earned the code name ‘Retcon’ and the rank of Captain



Basically the best way I could come up with military empathy Xd

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Have you suffered a serious injury at home or at work in the last 60 minutes? Are you not entitled to compensation because you're classed a felon in more than one country?

Then Retcon is right for you! Call Retcon today on 1-800-738266 that's 1-800-RETCON... I used a phone to do the number conversion and everything... GIEF MUNI NAOW!!! BUY BUY BUY!!!

*Cough*... In other news, are we gonna do an IC thread here or somewhere else as you're nearly famous for doing on your SG's 'dere Pious me lad? Or are we gonna invade the Militia boards like the LoRDs did? Or even start our own forum? Answers people! I wants them! *Slaps ruler on table*

Only, I don't think any of us will have time outside of a weekend to commit to a weekly meeting. Or atleast, it doesn't seem to work nowadays what with everyone committing to stuff like it's going out of fashion. I'll commit ya'll to something, it's call a Psychiatric ward! Damned kids, gerroff mah lawn!

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called Nation (unless its taken).

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It is now! Huuuuhahahahahahahahahahaaaa!

Okay, Cactus Brawler and myself have created a Dynamic Duo of Military Heroes.

My guys had his Psychic Mutation honed into a sort of Battlefield mastery, that allows him to win fights with Instinct alone. He doesn't use Guns because he doesn't need to... he's as deadly as any weapon. They call him; The Bullet Man!

Cactus can explain his...