Hatesman_EU

The Hatesman

While he's not a participant in the Cage, I do love the idea and really, Hatesman is the Pro-Wrestler Incarnate. He's got the Ego, Theatrics and Build of one, not to mention the dodgy name, grapple fighting style and underground ideals.

With that in mind, he's naturally got his own entrance music! Well, two tracks actually.

First Choice is, Step Up by Drowning Pool.
Initially a good friend and fan of the character sent me this song, and it stuck as Hatesman's first theme song, it's like a battle anthem, it's perfect for his kind of Psyche-Out Psycho approach. Oh and if you like Bleach, or hard hitting action, check out the video link above, because it's one of the best AMV's I've ever seen! *Drools* (Also, if you wanna go deep and freaky, the crazy Mask our hero wears in Bleach is like the Oswald's 'Hatesman' and in the video he's fighting a feral wolf man... Loup Garou anyone?)

Second Choice is, Voices by Disturbed.
Because it's as if the voice in side his head wrote the song. "Someone is gonna die when you listen to me! I'm gonna make you do some freaky sh** now!" It's sick, twisted and brilliantly liberating, the perfect show tune for a guy like Oswald.

Still, Number 1 would be his wrestler music, Number 2 is more like what he moshes to.

Hatesman's chair crashed to the floor as he stalked toward the exit, rolling his neck to crack a few stiff bones back into order. His companion took her leave too, exposing its Wyrm-Frame skeleton once again, this time it folded back on itself with magnetic clicks. A few moments later and a large black Panther peeked its head out from under the table and bounded after its master.

"I'll think about it..." replied Hatesman leaving with his pet in tow.

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Also, if people want to step up and do admin and mod work for the wiki, we can discuss something. I'm not that active any more, but considering the hours I keep, I'm willing to stay on to provide correspondance between the US and EU sides, passing on notes and so forth.

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Where do I sign? I'd love to work on the UV Wiki as an Admin/Mod.

Send me a PM about it when you get this.

Black Golem
Cape Cod, Massachusetts - Then

"The Aliens have finally landed! Oh Lord why have you forsaken us!?"

"What are you talking about?" he asked, pushing the old man aside to get a better view from the window.

"Over Boston. They're out there, killing everyone! They say the mothership's headed South to Paragon City! Even the City of Heroes can't repel their attacks! Where are you going? You can't fight them, we have to flee!" the old man said, chasing after his son into their house.

"Yeah Dad, I'm gonna go shoot aliens with the Twelve Bore." he replied sarcastically, grabbing his coat and a set of keys from the kitchen hangar. "I told you this day would come old man, your God has left you here to rot, and now there are Devils in the skies raining down an unholy fire that consumes all in its path."

"Do NOT take the Lord's name in Vain you brat. I raised you better the--"

"You didn't raise sh**, that was Mom's job. Stay here and cling to your tome, it'll deliver you to salvation." he said, grabbing a copy of the Bible and pushing it against his fathers chest. "I'm getting out of this town once and for all."

"What? Where are you going? Don't leave me! You can't leave me!!"



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46 Days Later

A thin mist hung over the ocean like Death, during the night 'Mary' the tiny fishing trawler seemed encapsulated in its very own bubble. Unable to see more than 50ft in any direction her crew of two had stuck to the chaos of the waves to compensate for their broken navigation system.

A female voice broke the calmness of the Ocean waves as the Sun peeked over the horizon, illuminating everything in its domain. "Luke! Luke! You have to wake up! I can see land! We need to bring the boat ashore!"

"Land!?" shouted Luke from below deck, rushing up the steps with every ounce of energy he had left. "Sarah! We've done it! Hahahaha! God be damned! We found our way home!"

The engines fired up into action, as the Trawler was navigated towards the shore.

The Volcanic sand on the beach glistened in the sunlight, it was the most beautiful sight that Luke had seen since he'd laid eyes on Sarah.

Within a few hours the Mary was anchored off the coast and by the early morning, Luke and Sarah had rowed up to the beach, trailing footprints in the coarse black sand.

"Okay... I'm not sure where in the States has Volcanic sand beaches, but I'm sure there has to be Civilisation somewhere around here... We need to get to a phone... No I need a good meal first." Luke said with a high spirited tone.

Sarah smiled and jogged alongside him, grabbing his hand and gripping it tightly. Luke raised her hand and kissed it. "You're my lucky charm, Girl."

"Well you're my Hero." she replied happily, "Luck is the least I could do to repay you."

A Few Minutes Later

The pair came to a clearing in the woods. The earth was still more or less the Volcanic Sand, with patches of grass amongst the thin trees.

"Luke... is that a sign?"

There, as clear as day, a small yellow sign sat in the middle of the clearing on a cast iron post.

"Haha! Civilisation! Where there are signs there are people! Let's see what it says!" he gripped her hand and pulled her towards the sign, leading her in tow.

As the letters came into focus, the ground faded away, swallowing the couple whole. They landed with a thud and a crash of leaves, wood and dirt. Shocked and dazed, Luke raised his eyes and checked on Sarah.

"Oh my God..." she said. "...what happened!?"

Luke leant back onto his hands and and stared skyward.

"...It's a trap." he breathed as a paralytic embrace pulled him into darkness.

12 Hours Later

"Luke? Luke wake up! Luke! You really have to wake up now." Sarah sounded frightened.

"Sarah... There's no need to fret my dear." came an eloquent British accent from above. "We have been waiting for you and your Hero for a long time..."

"Luke..." she whispered as he groaned into life, waking from a long forced slumber.

"Luke? No that's not his name... not at all. Is it ... Rak'ha!?"

Luke's eyes shot open, he was finally Awake.

Hatesman crushed another nut between his thumb and forefinger like it was made of dust.

"The Vanguard aren't going to be destroyed, Countess. By weeks end, we'll be in command of their forces. Isn't that right Oracle?"

She nodded and finished up her Viral containment, sweeping the shards of glass into her hand and then burning them in one final concentrated laser blast that singed Erebus ceiling with a beautiful shard of Blue Light. She then casually returned to her seat and fixed her hair a little.

We were going to do this in the Militia, call it Red Cell. It became notoriously lost to procrastination and whatnot, but while it ran, it was pretty kewl.

The question is, what are the character limits going to be? I have a Neo Death Mage Chick who would be perfect in a military organisation. But I'd also like to use my Psyker Sergeant too. The only problem is that I'm not a big fan of Assault Rifles at all. I would rather go for a Meta-Human who uses their powers like a weapon and backs them up with Pistols, Grenades and Technologies.

Black Golem
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Many decades had passed in the cavern since Sarah had taken back her life and then ended it on her own terms. An echo from the crashing waves outside filled the hollow room in which their bodies lay, decayed and formless.

The unholy cave was filled with a death shroud so thick that now only their bones remained, and even they crumbled and melted into a layer of dust.

"You have entered the realm of the Chosen.
Your name shall never again be spoken.
Until the end of time you shall be known as Rak'ha... THE BLACK GOLEM!!"

A bright neon blue glow blasted from the cave entrance along the shore, causing the the volcanic black sand on the beach to glisten as if it mimicked the nights sky.

Within the cave, the source of the Magical light dimmed, as the sand where Rak'ha's body had laid pulsated with an energy unlike anything of this world.

Slowly, and cautiously, a form from the sand began to emerge, absorbing the new life-force unto itself, it crawled and then ambled up the rocks to freedom.

Miami, Florida - Then

"I have come from a distant land to harvest your souls." Rak'ha announced, sounding like an inward breathing demon

"Aaaaaahhhhhhhh!!!!!!" hundreds of young men and women screamed for their lives, in futile bids for freedom they tried to escape him, but there was nowhere to run. Their hillside villa could not hide them for long for he would track them to every inch of their house. Even in the outlying gardens, no mortal man could outrun such a monster infused with such darkness and spawned from such hatred.

He would wait for them to reach the very peaks of human fear, anger and desperation before cutting them down for her, and while the emotional exstacy was for his own pleasure she no doubt enjoy it too.

326 died that evening, and it would be the Black Golem's undoing.
For one brave and kindred soul... 326 lives lost were 326 lives too many.

ORACLE sprang from her seat and landed at the site of the vials impact, spraying the area with a scattered beam of laser particles from the palm of her hand.

"While you are all physiologically resistant to the Oblivion Virus. It wouldn't be wise to expose any of your colleagues to its effects."

Oswald casually sat back at the table, grabbing a hand full of cashew nuts from a bowl in the centre and cracking one open between his thumb and forefinger.

"What would I do without you my dear?"

ORACLE smiled, the first genuine smile the league had ever seen. She seemed to appreciate the entire situation as a joke.

Hatesman popped one of the nuts into his mouth and began chewing. "So Erebus?" he swallowed, "What are the symptoms of your Masterwork Virus?"

I'll be using Player Notes like Graffiti Post-Its. Tagging my shopping list onto random strangers, adding Shakespearean poems to greifers and then when I've tagged everyone I'll spend then next 3 years trying to find them all again.

"A slightly more Martial approach?" Oswald asked, clearly riled by the assumption.

"You'd be the first one to fall " he said, circling the table towards Erebus and snatching the vial up into his grasp. "This is a weapon, a tool. It's not a plan, it's not a safety measure, it wont stop a Tank or delay an HVAS from marching into your Cathedral."

He tightened his grip around the vial, "What did you think I was going to say next? You assume my plan's of martial nature? You think I was going to suggest we assault their base?" he asked, tossing the Vial of Oblivion Virus through the air to Lord Erebus, like a deadly reaction game.

Oswald stood up slowly and spoke in a hushed raspy tone like a burnt out country singer, "Then everything is in place... Countess, your control of Buku... Romanov, your destruction of Hunter... Our control of these islands are hindered only by The Vanguard."

"League... I have a plan that will sever Vanguards Liberty Isle's head, while the body is oblivious to its loss."

Some Rules?

We all know that this is going to be difficult to portray for some people...

So I think there could be a points system, where characters are marked up on skill, finesse, tactics and control, as opposed to brute strength. Each hit on different places around an opponents body, giving different points for an overall final score.

It's something people like Loup can use to explain a defeat, and I think it's quite a fair idea.

As far as this goes, I don't see why it can't be negotiated with common sense. If you're going to get into one of these Cage Fights with someone, you just need to agree to some ground rules, like no god modding, and accepting that your character might have to take some hits.

We all know WWE wrestling is faked for entertainment purposes (yes... yes it is, don't make me slap you...), if they can turn combat into a well choreographed dance, so can we.

If anyone needs any pointers as to how to do it, I certainly picked up some important things with the Hatesman vs. Loup Garou story. =] Just send a PM.

Hatesman grinned, "Mmmm, according to my sources, he was in the market for some riot control gear... among other things. Looks like our favourite little fascist dictator is feeling the heat. Hm, hm, hm." he chuckled.

"As for the offer of wine to us both..." he turned to Oracle and snapped his fingers. Instantly her optic camouflage dropped, revealing the thin white rods that formed her Wyrm-Frame Endo-Skeleton. She had become an it, staring back at the room through two cold LED blue eyes on tiny stalks. Faceless and formless, her frame was both an abstract piece of art and a sophisticated technological wonder. It was among the Oswald's greatest creations, the ORACLE system itself sitting firmly at the top of the pyramid.

"I'm afraid such consumption would be ill advisable Master Romanov... Countess Bathory." the twiggy robotic figure said politely in a genderless robotic buzz.

Oracle reapplied her false skin. Tiny lights along each Wyrm-Frame stick segment painted first, a basic outline, and then covered it with a supple perfectly tanned skin, hiding her inner workings. She sat naked for a fraction of a second, as she reselected her outfit, projecting a tight black dress and diamond earrings to fit the mood. Flicking her beautiful eyes up at the other guests, she seemed to gently beg forgiveness for such a display at a formal occasion.

Hatesman glanced back over the table with a grin and a raised eyebrow, "I'll go with whichever is best." flicking a pointed finger towards Alexander. "Go ahead. You choose."

Leaning back in his chair, Oswald gazed over his shoulder. "Has anyone seen the host?"

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"I didn't think you had it in you Sarah." he choked, punching his fingers through the bloodied holes in his chest just to make sure.

The young blonde girl let a gentle tear roll down her cheek. "I loved you..." she barely managed to whisper. She let the smoking gun slip down to rest in her lap. It was dark and candles lit the tiny cave with a yellow light that flickered with the wind. In the background the ocean could be heard sweeping up against the shoreline every now and then.

The man she'd shot dropped to his knees and choked up some blood mixed in with saliva over his bare chest. His eyes gazed skywards as he rubbed some onto his finger, then looked back at her and licked the sanguine mix with a malicious grin, his teeth red with his own blood.

"Thank y-" was all he could say before another loud shot rang out through the cavern. He fell backwards onto the sand, missing a large hole in his head.

Sarah began to weep uncontrollably, in mourning for a lost life... Wasted and futile, her effort to find happiness with a monster had consumed and destroyed everything that ever really meant anything to her. It was over now, she could be finally be free, his spell was broken. She could finally be with her parents.

On the beach outside, another shot burst from the cave, breaking the peace like a hammer to a mirror, Sarah was finally free...

She'd see her parents soon.

For once, Oswald seemed to agree with Romanov, as he nodded fairly to his comments. 'He knows too much, silence him Oswald... OSWALD? I will KILL YOU. I will not be contained. Do not be controlled...'

He knew he'd have terrible nightmares for this, but the fight to burst into rage was one the Hatesman wasn't about to win, not with so many plans at stake. "Mmm... if you'll excuse me..." he said to the room, idly following Romanov outside.

Jogging down the porch he turned as he passed Romanov, "Don't underestimate, Hunter." was all he said, before turning to fly off in the direction of the bay.
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14th May, The Cathedral of Flame

Hatesman rubbed his ravaged face as he took a seat at Erebus table. Heavy chains clunked around his body as he moved. More than usual, as he was wearing his public combat suit. A tight fitting Red and Black nod to the Statesman's outfit. A large white skull, his personal symbol, was planted firmly on his chest, and the 'Chains of Oppression' as he called them, hung from his wrists, shoulders, ankles and kneck. He left his cape with one of Erebus henchmen, threatening to crush, maim then torture to within an inch of death if anything should happen to it.

Unclipping his Medical Utility Belt he, laid it over the back of his chair as he surveyed the table for something to drink. "Wine... It'll have to do..." he said, leaning over to grab a bottle of ridiculously rare and expensive red, filling his glass to the brim and knocking it back like it was a drinking competition, filling it again putting that back, and finally settling on a third full glass.

Oswalds beautiful Artificial woman, and calculating technological mastermind, ORACLE, slinked in behind him like she was his concubine. Gazing across the table, she adjusted and folded a napkin.

"Do you know how much that's worth?" she asked, talking to him like an embarrassed wife at a social function, trying to tame her drunken husband.

Hatesman closed his eyes, and then opened his messed up hazy blue one to stare her down. "Do I look like I care, Oracle?"

She turned to him robotically and glanced over him, "No. You really don't. Do you not taste it any more?"

"I don't have time to indulge in such things. The difference between this grape and one used by a common man to get wasted, is metaphysical opinion, not quality."

ORACLE looked like she was trying to smile, but she didn't really pull it off very well. "Everyday I sound more like a human and you a machine." she replied warmly. "Will you create a way for me to taste and revile such things with you, Architect?"

"Do it yourself." the Doctor replied bluntly as he downed another glass.

I'm going to categorise this discussion as one of those things open to interpretation. Unless we ever get a dev to come and clear things up for us, we'll never know the correct scientific answer. It's like the question "Is there a God?" It's not a yes or no answer question.

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I've always had a minor problem with the "salaried" bit... How can it possibily be economically viable for an individual to decide to use thier powers and become a hero, if there isn't at least a living wage involved in it.

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It does rather seem like there'd have to be some benefits when you think about the demands in time and money that being a hero makes. Most heroes do seem to have a full-time job as well as their hero commitments, but then I suppose if being a hero was easy, it wouldn't really be heroic.

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This is covered by the Freedom Corps story. Yes, Heroes are expected to have real jobs as well, that's the whole point of Super-Heroes! Clark Kent, Peter Parker and Bruce Wayne don't get paid by the state to be a hero.

The rules are different in a world where heroes are prolific of course, but I don't think that the devs had as much scope as we give them credit for. I think the world isn't really any more complicated than the Marvel or DC universe. Heroes are the same, it's just that a lot of them congregate around Paragon City.

Freedom Corps is where you go if you want to get paid to be a Hero, that's why Freedom Corps exists in the first place, to clear up the question of employed heroes. Heroes are private law enforcement, that need licenses to do it, as much as a Cop needs a license to wield a hand gun.

"The Toolbox" seems like the perfect name for such a channel (*giggles*), and it could be carried along with Loup's idea for an RP Roundtable. I know actually, there is already a channel for the RP Roundtable. It's not very popular at the moment, so if it could be relaunched as a global thing which the community supports that'd be great.

Everything that exists before obviously has its limitations, so a place for RP Recruitment and general discussion would be awesome. Setting it up shouldn't be too hard if we can scour the Union Wiki for global names and keep everyone informed by word of mouth.

A tutorial detailing exactly how to set up a channel in your UI would also be necessary, as it confuses a lot of people.

The EVE Online community does this really well, IC with the Intergalactic Summmit channel, a great piece of work where fierce fictional political battles are waged. If we do an OOC version, the only thing that would stop it from becoming useful would be weak advertising.

I'm up for getting this idea on the road, anyone want to join me?

"Unnecessary." Oswald butted in, trying to dampen Adam's sickeningly joyous mood. "I would sooner deal with any threats in person. Crush their skulls in my own fist. Adam, my comrade, be sure that if any of these 'droids are sent into the field against our enemies that they're accompanied by a sufficient human presence. You're also authorised to use ORACLE as best you see fit, have her give them the edge..."

He turned his gaze back to Romanov, "As for you Alex. If you were under my command, I would have killed you for insulting my better judgement by now." he snapped before casually grabbing an apple from the table spread.

"Like the Countess said, every Plan needs a Plan B... I certainly don't expect everyone on these islands to switch leaders so fluently. A man cornered and in fear of his attacker gets desperate, it's better to have the knife to your victims throat before he can reach for his rifle, wouldn't you agree?"

He then looked back at Adam and raised a cupped hand, figuratively giving him the floor. "However, Adam please, continue before I next divulge our Anti-Vanguard operations."

Aye, that's the age old problem you get with having minions with lovable names and faces, it's hard if not impossible to say good bye when a Giant Blood-Sucking Vampire attacks.

"I trust that you're aware quite how dangerous this one is? You'll have to sign a release form..."

"No rhyme nor reason... I understand and it's fine, we go back a long way. I can handle him, he's my client after all. I sign here yes? I assume this places the risk of this meeting firmly in my hands?"

"You're the lawyer, you tell me."

The Black Golem
Ziggursky Interview Room - Now

Mr Townsend took a seat at the table, as the man whom he claimed to be affiliated with was brought through the opposite door. Held beneath each arm by power armoured guards, and flanked by a man in a regular wardens uniform whose mouth was open a jar.

As the armed guards moved away, their prisoner slinked forwards to stand over his new partner in crime. Townsend stared feircly back at the monster before him, communicating a message that could not be spoken in such company as the Zigg Guards.

"Mr Townsend." the warden began, his Super Sonic voice thunderous even hushed, made the Prisoner step away uncomfortably. "My special assignment is to be released into your care." this Wardens face was hard, worn and pock marked. "Once again..."

"Yes." Townsend cut in bluntly, "That will be all thank you very much officer."

The warden nodded and waited for the clunking armed guards to leave, before following them with his gaze and his aim fixed to the last second on the inmate under special care. The door closed gently with a click, and deadbolts were set fast in place, the prisoner in question took his seat, scraping the metal chair along the marble floor.

Lowering himself to Townsends level, his unusual form was revealed. His skin was a fine grain of jet black charcoal, gently shifting and reconstituting his facial features like a crumbling sand dune. His eyes were vile, soulless obsidian orbs pressed firm into his head, vaguely transparent like a marble glass, his iris' twitched and refocused uncontrollably as he viewed Townsend as another potential victim. Then the ash skinned man, raised a corner of his withered lip, widened his eyes, and forced his fingers slowly across the table inch by inch towards Townsend.

"Now, now, Rak'ha." said townsend, perfectly rolling the R and gently breathing his names ending, as he placed a small black box on the table and activated its jamming frequencies. "I'll have none of that." The Golem raised his nose and tightened his eyes as he gazed on Townsend and his magic box in a new light, posturing himself to hear the man out.

"I know that you're still an inquisitive human being beneath that fascinating body of yours, so I'm going to answer your questions for you."

"For example to answer three..." the Black Golem before him twitched slightly, but Townsend carried on cofidently. "I came here to offer you a deal. I know your name because I am very well connected and this box is a means to keep our little chat just between us."

The Golem looked intrigued as it raised the sand where an eyebrow once was into a ridge above its right eye. Townsend reached into his briefcase, holding a stare with the Golem that showed he neither feared nor despised it, Evil knew Evil well, this much Townsend knew would protect him as he slid a brown case file across the table benath his fingers, holding his hand above it.

"You need to know that my Master is a man called Mr. Mason, he is a very powerful individual. Powerful beyond even your comprehension and to prove that I have something for you..."

His fingers reached beneath the folders edge and he lifted it open to reveal a large colour photograph, which he slid towards the Golem, revealing a printed document beneath it. At this The Black Golems mouth opened, a look of shock covering his face like a skin.

"What is... this?" he finally spoke as if breathed inwards through a heavily corrupted respiratory system.

"Do I need to spell it out for you Mister Rak'ha?" asked Townsend. "Mr. Mason knows you better than even you know yourself, and because of this, you have been chosen to join his new project."

"It is long since I have served another but her and I accept." replied the Golem firmly.

Townsend sounded slightly bemused as he smiled and placed the image and paper document back in his briefcase, "Mr. Mason knew that you'd understand Mister Rak'ha. Though he was quite insistent that you must agree to three conditions beforehand..."

The Golem raised his head to look down on Townsend "What are your terms?"

"Number One; do nothing to incriminate or bring attention to Mr Mason. Number Two, under no circumstances attempt to discover who Mr Mason is. Three... and this is only for you... do not kill as you once did, without restraint, only do what is necessary, Mr Mason will be the judge of what this amounts to."

The Golem nodded compliantly, slowly, his expression dulled.

"There will be a prison break soon. You needn't do anything but wait right where you are up in D-Block." Townsend stood up and gathered his things, stopping to look the Golem in the eyes. "You'll be joined by a fellow Cadre of prisoners in D Block. These talented people will be your new clan from then on."

Townsend smiled a despicable look at the Black Golem as he picked up his little black box. "Any questions before I shut this thing off?" he said waving it in his grip.

"No." with that Townsend clicked the button and walked up to the door, pressing the buzzer.

"It was a pleasure Mr. Gol-"

The Golem was standing behind Townsend, his hand held firm on his shoulder. "Master Mason will understand..." whispered the Golem as black sand tendrils slithered their way over Townsends forehead towards his nose and mouth. Townsend tried to break free but it was no use, his days were numbered.

He raised an eyebrow, and leaned back in one of the chairs, "Hmph. I'm doing better than I thought, if you think I'm that incompetent."

He sat forwards and clasped his hands, "For starters, you'll find that a prominent military base is infiltrated by dedicated TLF operatives and a few of General Buku's men that have been turned into flip-switch mind-slaves thanks to one of my comrades... We're poised to take the pre-made staging area whenever it becomes necessary and safe to do so. Slitting the throat of the wolf in its gentle slumber."

"Furthermore, my flagship submarine, the Leviathan is on standby. Undetectable by sonar and fitted with OS4 (that's Super Smart Surface to Surface) missiles for pin-point destruction of enemy infrastructure. It's ready to cripple the mainland and sink Buku's fleet all in a days work. Not to mention a squad of my latests and greatest Crey topping Super-Soldiers to compliment its load out."

"I've also had ORACLE decrypt and track the island's information network... Countess, your phone bill is quite the sight for sore eyes I have to say" he grinned without much pause "and that will allow us to gather vital intel before anyone else."

"So. Is that enough to convince you? For now at least? I do admittedly have the plans to convert the Island's freedom fighters through bribery, blackmail and brain washing with me." he said tapping his shiny bald skull.

Oswald looked all too pleased with himself as he leant back in his chair, commanding the kind of smugness that could do with a good slapping to rectify.

"Admittedly though, I haven't done anything physically in all of this and if that's what you're trying to point out, you're quite correct."

Hatesman smirked with amusement at Romanov, "I like that guy."

"And you... you want to take my head too? Somehow I doubt that." he grinned belittlingly as he moved to take a seat. "You wouldn't be saying that if your spies were competent enough to keep tabs on my recent activities."

"I've been active on the Islands, but I'm a busy man and I have a lot of commitments back on the mainland. Aren't you six..." he paused to recount, subtracting Alicia from the alliance "...five able to get on without me?"

Somehow Oswald already knew the answer to that one.

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1 Bounty hunter?
2 The Shadow
3 A mixture of Iron man and others including Iron Lad
4 Vision?

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If you say it like that all heroes or villains we create will be findable in marvel or dc. They have thousands of heroes already.

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True but he did ask.

Its not the starting point that matters character wise after all but how you develope him/her.

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Here here.

And from what I've read, that's the way the community see's it. No matter what your inspiration, it's the final execution that's important about a character. There's a difference between creating an homage to Spiderman and cloning him, the latter being punishable by shunning and banishment.

Steady princess. *Passes over an inhaler* Take deep breaths now, y'hear?

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Assuming I decided to go ahead and develop up such a program, what would be the interest in it? And if you like the idea, what other features do you think would be needed?

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I'm really interested if you could make such a thing, and the feature I'd really like would be to save the data in a format that is easily transferable to forums for obvious reasons. i.e. A text/code splurge to publish your stuff to others like all good Hero Build Designers.

Inspiration, I think, becomes plagiarism as soon as someone calls it such and then reasonable, unbiased people agree.

Keep it original, keep it classy. That's all you need to do.

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BUT THEY RESPAWN FASTER THAN THEY CAN BE KILLED WHILE USING PERFECT VISION TO FIGHT BACK. GRAH BLARGH YOU STINKING CHEATING SONUVA BI-...well. I'm a little testy over it, given the game has been sublime so far.

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Press Alt+F4 to use the Smart Bomb! Then go to Control Panel > Add & Remove Programs to deliver the final bullet to your problems supple skull.

You might even thank me for it. Probably not...

Go, complete the **** out of it.