LukeMinhere

All of Hades will try and stand in your way.

Meet new evil that if given the chance, will tear your soul apart.

Meet old fiends you have faced before. Old enemies that still hold anger within for the plans you may well have destroyed in the past.

Gaze into the depths of evil, if you dare. Strengthen yourself, and gather every bit of courage you can muster. It is not a place for the meek, it is not a place for the mild.

First off, these ARE valid concerns, so please do not let my poor ability at getting emotions across in writing make anyone think I do not believe they are valid.
Second, we already play with free trial people all the time. My ignore list has been topped with the "get free infamy for 10 bucks" spam..which seemed to spike really high for a while. Griefers will come and go, no matter what. They seemed much worse a few years back when CoH was newer, and there weren't as many checks in place as there are now. I remember the TP spawn drops "just for fun...hah hah hah".
Recently had someone of higher levels hitting spawns with AoEs that my wife and I were trying to street sweep on new toons. They simply followed, and every mob we went at, they attacked. (it was the difference of us being at level 5ish and them at lvl 40). He tells my wife he was just trying to help lower level toons, however, to have a lvl 40 toon, you have to know better.
My point is that griefers are there no matter what. I do not believe this will add the influx that some may. While I could be wrong, I would rather not worry on that at the moment.

Will I be moving most of our characters to the VIP server to avoid the free to play crowd that usually comes to a game?- No, I like Virtue and Union, and will not be moving. Instead, I am willing to weed through the griefers and welcome those who want to play/rp legitimately. If good players are not there, then all they see is a world of idiots wanting to cause problems.

How many of us will stop paying subscription? - I have paid it for this long, too much to lose/not gain not to....V I P all the way.

Do the subscription benefits have significant value to primarily RP players? - While I am not a primarily rp player, I still would have to say yes, as much or more than non-rp'ers. The feel of the costumes etc alone would be worth it. I do rp (most of my ole time rp buds are gone though), but cannot call myself primarily one since I have not found a good rp group to replace the old yet, and the little I do on PUGS REALLY does not count. LOL

End Note....I do not play Galaxy much, but hate to see it go. What a beautiful part of the city..it just was not developed by devs enough. Contact in Galaxy: "Go to Atlas and....."

-bumped to make easier to find by asking parties-

6 Months Later


Angela was actually getting her life back together, having left the Rogue Islands behind. A war erupted between some of the crime families and the Rogue Island Police, something she wanted no part of. Pastor Manfree got her a ride to the states with a fishing vessel, and some papers declaring her to be a U.S. citizen.
Rhode Island was not all that bad, and she rather enjoyed the city of Paragon. She did not live all that far from Atlas Park now, and felt quite safe with the heroes that seemed to flock to the city. Even with the Rikti threats, and some strange talk of colliding universes, she felt safer here than on the Islands.
Her new job was not much different than her old, she was waitressing at a small resturant, but with much better owners. A local mom and pop sandwich shop, called Mom and Pop's Sandwhich Shop. The owners were actually two brothers, great bosses, but they did not get along well at all. Still, it was paying her way through classes at the university in Steel Canyon.
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"Get this out Angela, you know I wont be here long. Horace will be here soon and I got no desire to see what kind of mood he is in," Rupert called to Angela, setting a fresh BLT and fries up to be taken out.
"You two should get along better. I wish I had a brother or sister around," Angela told Rupert, rolling her eyes at his look of disgust at that idea.
"You know how he is, nothing but trouble, nothing but trouble," he said, his fat cheeks shaking as his head shook.
It was true, Horace worked the evening as the cook, usually because he could not rise bright and early enough to open up. He liked his nights out on the town way too much. However, even Rupert had to agree that when he was there, he did a great job.
Angela just laughed and carried the plate to her customer. Not many were in the resturaunt yet, as it was just 10:30am, but she expected a good crowd, what with the sunshine and lack of hourly alarms of Rikti attacks.
She placed the plate down and offered a smile to the dark haired customer. He was dressed a bit odd, with a baige trench coat on.
The man smiled back, and nodded, as Angela turned to head back to the kitchen.
"Why don't you run and get me some ketchup for these fries, Angela. Lickity split, Angela, lickity split......."

The End

"I order you to leave this premises right now," Pastor Manfree declared, walking toward the stranger.
"Stay back, Manfree, he is no normal person," the vampire said, never taking his eyes off of the stranger.
"You are so right, so right indeedy-o," the stranger said, as he crossed the room toward the pastor, a qick streak even to Jerrin's eyes.
"In the name of ... " pastor Manfree began, but the rushing sound of a great wind filled the cathedral, knocking Angela back, and spraying debris all around.
"Never touch His annointed...." she heard through the wind, as great screeches filled the place. She could barely make out Jerrin standing there, then he too was moving fast.
The wind ceased and Angela could see Pastor Manfree on the floor, not moving. She scanned for Jerrin, and the stranger, fearing she may now be alone with him.
"Let me go," the stranger called out, and he looked much less threatening now, in the clutches of another creature. The new creature looked very dead, his cheeks sunken, his eyes darkened. What should be the whites, was blood red.
"He deserted you," the creature hissed, a smile curling it's lips, and fangs showing. The creature bit the stranger's neck, as the strangers eyes grew very wide, a scream unable to escape his lips. She watched as he went limp, and the creature discarded him as if he were nothing.
Then the eyes settled on Angela. His lips were red with blood. The eyes bore into her, and he began to smile again, his teeth also covered crimson.
"What, where are you...." a voice called out, as Dr. Yu pushed a pew away from on top of him. "I think my leg is broke."
The creature's attention turned to the doctor, and in a flash he had the man in his arms. Dr. Yu did not have time to scream, as his neck was ripped open, and the creature fed more.

Pastor Manfree's eyes cleared. The stranger had actually struck him in the jaw, and he must have passed out. He now saw the creature, and knew who it was that fed on Dr. Yu.
"Jerrin!" He called, seeing the bloodlust had completely taken his friend over.
Jerrin dropped Dr. Yu with a sickening thud, and gazed at the pastor. Dr. Yu was obviously deceased.
"Jerrin, go, leave out of here," Pastor Manfree called to him, but with more gentleness than authority. Jerrin looked to the girl who was obviously in shock.
"No Jerrin, go," pastor Manfree called out again.
Jerrin appeared to contemplate something a moment, his mind a mix of rage, turmoil, and blood lust. Then, in a flash, he was gone.

Pastor Manfree hurried over to Angela, who was just staring at where Jerrin had been.
"Come on girl, we gotta get you out of here," he said, looking about the wreckage. Angela did not answer, but let him draw her out.

"Lickity split, just like that, you have arrived, wow," the stranger said, his low brim now covering his eyes. "Doc, you were right!"
Dr. Yu stepped from the back of the stranger, his eyes turned down, almost apologeticly.
"I must say, I am not disappointed in you, no sir, my friend, not at all. A real true live vampire, right here in our mist!" He looked up, and what should have been the whites of his eyes were very red as if he had not slept in days.
Angela looked back at Jerrin, eyes wide in astonishment.
Did she really believe in vampires? Surely, if he had any powers, it was something else.
Jerrin did not take his eyes off of the stranger, in fact, they bore into him as if searching the man for what he may be as well.
“Oh yes, I am a devil Jerrin, a true devil indeed. Not one of those super powered geeks that run about commiting petty crimes, no indeed, lickity split, lickity lip, I am the truest form. Yes indeed, and Dr. Yu and I have become great friends, aint that right doc. Close your mouth doc, you are looking a bit astonished at everything going on, and I cannot abide your looking so astonished.”
Dr. Yu did just that, and closed his mouth, looking around and taking in everything.
Jerrin seemed to move with fluid motions as he stepped between Angela and the other two men.
“Leave, Angela,” he simply said, a command or a request, she was not certain.
“Actually, this sanctuary is under my supervision, and by God, it is not Angela that must leave,” said a familier voice from the side door. All eyes turned to Pastor Manfree, except for Jerrin’s, which stayed intensely on the stranger.
The stranger began to smile, his lips peeling back more and more, way too far for any humans head.
“The man of God, wow, right here in our presence, right here for us to bathe in his glory, right here....., oh this will be fun, so much fun.”

Also keep in mind that you can have two different builds. If you can finance them both, you can create one that is good for solo, and one that is good for teams. As was said above, mines is not terribly useful in teams, but can be a game changer in solo play. I imagine as can gun drone, but I can't seem to drop any of my other choices to ever take it.
Also, just advice, it is best to always slot your stamina, you will find in big fights, unless you give up some damage or accuracy for end reduction, you will be running out of endurance quickly. I personally would not give up either.

Other than that, I am fairly new to number crunching (yes, I have seen the light, go gloat elsewhere guys...lol), but you have been given some good threads to check out.

Good luck, play with it, tweek it to your style, and you with have a blast.....pun completely intended.

"I will not be gone long," he had told her, leaving her in charge of the church as he was off doing whatever it is that a pastor on the Rogue Isles do. She had no idea what being "in charge" actually meant or entailed, but he put his trust in her, and she would not let him down.
So far, on a few wanderers had come in, some that frequent the place often, especially on rainy nights, which it certainly was. One of those drenching rains, but at least there was no lightening. Angela hated lightening.
"Miss, you got somethin' to eat," an elderly man in a beat up drench coat called to her. She had seen him before, and he rarely spoke. Some said he was a member of one of the gangs in his youth, now an old man, useless to them and their desire for violence.
"Yes, I will be right back with a sandwhich for you. I hope you like balogna, because it is about all we got right now."
The old man did not answer, or even acknowledge. It is his typical way to just speak out of necessity, then become locked up in that mind that houses so much violence and pain.
Angela left the large sanctuary, and entered the kitchen area. Pastor Manfree was able to get electricity to this part, he had told her, by cutting off the the rest of the cathedral. The kitchen was still in decent shape, and there was little to no risk of an electrical fire. The refrigerator was old and used, but still worked well, even if it did sometimes freeze items. It was far better than the alternative.
Angela entered the sanctuary again, heading to where the old man was laying down. To her surprise, he was gone. In fact, no one else was in the sanctuary.
"Hullo Angela," sounded from behind her, proving her wrong on the place being suddenly empty.
Angela turned around, and her eyes grew wide, seeing the stranger before her.
"Don't run, it would do you no good," the man smiled wide, too wide. "Orrrr, run, and let's make a game out of it."
Angela could not run anyway. Her legs became like jelly, shaking and not listening to her commands to move.
"Seems you and I have unfinished business, Angela," he said, tipping the duster that sat upon his head. His rain coat was soaked.
"I don't know what you want, but I didn't tell no one, I didn't say anything to anyone," Angela stammered, wishing she had more courage. Unfortunately, her mind kept racing to the Dirty Duck and all the things she saw that night.
"Been a few weeks Angela, a few weeks since you told your old friend hi! Well, I would be mad, except I have to take some of the blame, yes I do indeed. Been busy, lickity split, lickity lip. Too busy, even to find you, yes indeed."
"What do you want?" She asked, even now looking to see if anyone else was there.
"Why do so many ask such a vile question? Open ended at that! I want death, Angela, death and mayhem, and a Ferrari! Chaos rules the day, especially when it is driving a sweet car while doing it. I want to hear you scream Angela, for mercy, for death, for me. How does that make you feel? Oh my, don't start that crying stuff now. Always with the tears, you are."
Angela's horror began to become reality as she knew he had found her, and she knew what he wanted. She could not stop the fear, the tears, the shaking.
"We gonna have fun first though, Angela, lots of fun first," and a wicked smile began to cross his face, serving only to make the stranger look more scary. Angela began to tremble even more, rooted to the spot.
Why couldn't she run?
"You want fun? Leave her alone, and you and I can play," a familiar voice said from the shadows. "Let's see who screams first."

((See Below Link, In The Newspapers))
http://boards.cityofheroes.com/showt...=1#post3552636

Rogue Isles Reports Underground
The Truth of Things
03/24/2011
The body of a woman was found near the water's edge on Mercy Island, only a few 100 yards from the well protected Arachnos Base. She has been identified as Louisa Sanchez, daughter of a well connected member of the Santoni family, Hector "One Glove" Sanchez de Santoni. With great care for my own personal safety, I was able to get a short interview with her father.
"She had been doing her own thing for some time now, and was quite old enough to make her own decisions. While I did not support her work at the Dirty Duck on Mercy, I never thought someone would actually be fool enough to put their hands on my daughter. This is war with whoever I find done this. You want to print an interview in your little underground rag, then there you go. Let someone know they are dead."

The Rogue Island Police spokesman said they had no comment, but I spoke to my informant who stated this.
"This is on the heels of the mass murder we found in the bar only a couple of weeks ago. If this is some kind of mafia war, then we will be putting an end to it quickly. We lost alot of good men in the Dirty Duck, and we plan to find out exactly who is responsible."
So you think the two are connected?
"It was well known she worked there. Our officers had a, well, good relationship with her. No coincidence then that she is dead, she is connected to a Family, she worked at the Dirty Duck, and there were alot of people kilt there."
While this is the first I hear of the mass murder, I will be checking into it more. Secrets upon secrets in this island of so called mercy. Lots of work for an underground reporter, and lots of danger.

*((if interested in story see Bloodlette rp storyline))*

Luke Minhere

Do you think it's true that Statesman once released a rap album called the 'Statesman Statement!' during his hip hop phase? I am sure it was him, who else could come up with such lyrics as "Statesmen's hatesmen, wanna be Liberty's, gotta bug in your pants when you realize you cants"...then beat box the rest of the song. It was an embarassment for the family for years."

In an emergency who do you save, a rich, but really ugly guy or a poor but good looking woman? Considering I have no need for the cash, I suppose it would have to be yet ANOTHER good looking woman. I could dress her up and sport her around for the media for a couple of weeks. It would do her good, and give my Luke tweets something to gossip about.

Would you rather be an egg or a tomato? I look really good in red, so tomato would probably be better for me. A slim, good looking, juicy tomato, that would be me.

Velma or Daphne, if you had too, which one? Daphne, of course. What kind of question is that? Velma really needs a make over, I mean really, what is up with those glasses and those crazy stockings?


Paragon Vanguard

Do you think it's true that Statesman once released a rap album called the 'Statesman Statement!' during his hip hop phase? I have not heard of this album, though if Statesman did produce it, it would certainly be for the betterment of mankind. Did he produce such an album?

In an emergency who do you save, a rich, but really ugly guy or a poor but good looking woman? -brief chuckle- That is funny. Of course, I would do my utmost to save both. Being a hero has nothing to do with looks or financial status. No indeed. It is about protecting those that cannot protect themselves.

Would you rather be an egg or a tomato? Oh this is funny. You are serious? You wish me to choose? Ok. An egg, yes, an egg. An egg can be considered a new life waiting to hatch a beautiful swan, or maybe even an ugly duckling for that matter. Well, a tomato is fruit, though many consider it, quite erroneously, to be a vegetable. No, there is nothing wrong with fruit, I was simply pointing that fact out.

Velma or Daphne, if you had too, which one? Had to what? I am unsure of the question you are asking. If I had to teach one or the other, Velma would probably be the better student, though Daphne really does need lessons. With this said, we both know they are but cartoons, mere art work put into frames to stimulate the eyes into thinking that there is movement and life when in fact neither truly exist. Fascinating, to say the least. Why, I studied.......

I never really kept a journal before, but the church is a very quiet place when Pastor Manfree is sound asleep, and the pews are empty of the homeless. It is a warm quiet night, so I suppose many did not need the safety of the cathedral. I am well pleased that Manfree allowed me to stay here. He was quite upset that all he had to offer me was a simple cot, but it is a blessing. I cannot go home. If I go home, the Rogue Island Police will be there, or Vinny, or even that stranger that attacked us at the Dirty Duck. I feel quite at peace in this place though.
Jerrin has come to visit us a few times in the couple of weeks that I have been here. He is quite a mystery to me. Manfree does not get into detail of who he is, and only said that it would be up to Jerrin to tell me, if and when he is ready. I respect that, but it still deepens the mystery. Our talks usually go deep into the night, though he talks much less than I and the good pastor. Nothing that reveals what he does. I wonder if he is an agent of Arachnos one moment, then wonder if he is an undercover agent of some other country. His accent I cannot place, mostly because it is so faint, as if years have removed him from where he was born.
Pastor Manfree is a true evangelist. He tries very hard to steer all conversations to his God. I cannot fault him on such, and it is pleasant to see someone that believes in something. He speaks to us of redemption, and I am very interested in his beliefs. Jerrin on the other hand usually grows even more quiet, and tends to tolerate it, more than anything else. I was born to a Christian family, or at least they claimed themselves to be just that. It really did not benifit them or me, but to hear Pastor Manfree speak, he is the most blessed and richest man on all of the Isles. One look about the place speaks out against that, but again, I cannot fault the man for his beliefs. He truly wishes to help others, something you do not find here very much.
Jerrin only says that the world is crazy, and if one wishes to believe in something bigger than themselves, then maybe that is best for them. He called it peace of mind, but Pastor Manfree corrected him, and said it was peace of soul. It only brought a tinge of a smile to Jerrin, that seemed to wisp away quickly.
All in all our conversations are great, and run deep into the night. Usually broken up by Manfree yawning and excusing himself to bed. Jerrin leaves, many times with no more than a nod. He must work during the day time, because he seems to only come to us at night. No matter, his presence is welcomed by Pastor Manfree, and myself.
I find I cannot wait to see him again.

Saturday, March 12, 2011



It was a touch and go scene as firemen and medics worked dilegently to free this gang member from a precarious position.
"This is almost unheard of. I have never seen someone actually fall between the rungs in a such a position," one fireman said.
"While it is true, you may only witness this once or twice in your lifetime, it is not that rare of an occasion, considering we are in a city filled with super powers," a city medic told this reporter.
Bystanders stated that they witnessed a group of gang members attacking a twin duo called only Super Twins, who alledgedly belong to the super powered hero team of Justice Fighters Inc.@.
"The twins did what the rest of us wish we could do! They put them ignoramouses on the run. It aint there fault one fell through the cracks!" One old bystandard told us, cackling as he walked off, uninterested in if the victim was freed or not.
"He sure hung that one up to dry," an obvious medical worker yelled out to reporters as she was passing.
While the crowd showed little concern for the alledged skull gang member, the twins assisted in whatever way they could to help free the young man.
"While it is true we are out to preserve justice, and defend those that cannot defend themselves, we are not vigilantes by any means. We are a recognized super group by the city itself, and it is our duty to protect even those that are accused of crimes. While we regret this happening to the young man, we could not have foreseen it, nor could we have avoided it. It was his choice to attack us, and we simply defended ourselves," one of the twins told us.
The Skull member was freed, and transported to the hospital, in serious condition. He was awake, and well aware of what happened to him, as he called out that he wanted a lawyer, and that he was going to sue. He is facing numerous charges, including assault and battery, possession of schedule S (super) narcotics, and defiling public property, upon release from the hospital.

Your story is your story. You will find that most of the quests on the Rogue Isles are against villains, or not so good, good guys. Frustrating to me at times with my own rp, lol, but would fit right in for you.

If he is an alian, then he would surely not be accustomed to who is "good", and who is "bad", and the way Longbow attacks anyone passing for no reason, he would find it hard to guess that they are any better than the Skulls.

I have a good guy (cause i wanted him to be a corruptor as opposed to a blaster), that is from another demension, a place more medeival. Good guy to the core, but he is having to survive on the Rogue Isles. I had another who switched over, his rp was that he was on a ship that was attacked by pirates (modern day ones of course) and escaped. As a teen, he had to make his way through the Rogue Isles (until level 20 )

I also have an rp story on these boards called Bloodlette. While the main character is more of a neutral person, he is befriended by two very good people. While they are only story characters and not ingame (except in AE), it may stir some rp in your own mind of a good person functioning on the Rogue Isles.

Also, the above suggestions by Lucius and RogueDemonHunter are great. Good luck!

Business Section
March 4, 2011


As reported before, Luke Minhere and his mysterious employee known only as Dark Boltz had entered one of the portals at Portals Corporation in an effort to test some his newest technology. It was not clear when the test would begin, but this reporter was trusted with his return, and yet to be trusted with his send off.
Mr. Minhere paused only for a moment as a single camera took a picture of him and his associate. Both appeared tired, but in good spirits. I do not mind reporting, however, that I did note a twinge of concern on the normally unwrinkled brow of Mr. Minhere. He gave only a short interview before being pulled away by Portal Corporation employees.

Where did you go, if I may ask?
I am unsure of the name of this demension, as that is not my studies. I will say that my new technology worked perfectly. The suit my associate, Dark Boltz, was wearing, functioned admirably under very harsh conditions.

What did you find there?
Automatives, as I would best to understand. The world looked little like ours, but there was some semblance of our world to it. Beacons were destroyed by myself and Dark Boltz, to hinder this world from colliding into ours. Something I assure you and the readers would not be in our best interest.

What was the technology that you tested?
I will only say it was back up to my already existing defense suit and weapons. Dark Boltz was actually wearing the technology, not I. I am not one to hog all of the glory, of my very own creations. Instead, I like to allow others the oppertunity to share in my spot light.

Where is Dark Boltz now?
That is not relevant. The suit is being run through further tests as we speak to insure that it has maintained it's fine Minhere Inc. quality. Nothing but the best for us.

One final question. When did you leave? You surely did not have much time to prepare, as we only yesterday spoke of this coming event.
I left next week, and we will be speaking more on it, so prepare your questions carefully for my departure.

As we finished, armed men wisked the flamboyount Luke Minhere away. A most interesting interview, for a business section reporter!

Business Section
March 3, 2011

CEO Luke Minhere has announced that Minhere stocks has more than doubled as he has secured a contract with Portal Corporation. He has given this reporter inside information, such as the fact that they will be testing some of his newest and best nano-technology in other dimensional settings. The flamboyant playboy also tells us that he personally will be one of the people testing a new suit he created, along with one of his employees, known only as Dark Boltz, apparently his Facebook name.
Luke Minhere gives this statement on his employee's secrecy.
"My employees like to retain anonymity due to the large amounts of fan mail I alone get. It can be a burden, but I am willing to wade through it for the sake of the company. Minhere Inc. has grown by leaps and bounds due to these fans that are willing to pay to test our home products, which never seem to let them down."
When asked what he expects to find in the different dimension presented by Portal, Mr. Minhere refused to comment, gave a most handsome smile, and was whisked away by guards to the shouting of fans, and the flashing of cellphone cameras.

Dr. Yu worked on his experiment in his large penthouse suite, above a decaying building filled with gangs and guards. He tolerated each of them, on the rogue isles one must have protection. His mind kept working on the vampire called Jerrin Bloodlette, even as his hands worked on a new experiment to destroy the walking slag piles found in the Pitt.
"Someone 'ere to see ya boss," Enrique called in. He was one of the top body guards, a man always ready to kill at a moments notice, if given just the right reason. Dr. Yu figured his safety was just that right reasoning, so he paid the man well.
"I am busy, as you can see Enrique. Who is it, and what do they want? In that order please."
"Uhm, he says he aint got no name, but that you would want to see him bad. Says he knows some things about you."
Dr. Yu turned his full attention on the body guard, who just stood in the doorway with a strange look on his face. He never remembered the man talking so dumbwitted, in fact, Enrique was quite educated.
As Dr. Yu looked closely, he also realized, Enrique was now quite dead, and accompanied by a tall man in a cowboy hat, with a long rain coat on.
Had it been raining?
Dr Yu cleared that strange thought, and he suddenly began to feel a bit concerned now.
"Who are you, and what do you want?"
The man smiled, as he held Enrique as some kind of wooden dummy, holding the rather large dead man up by the back of his neck. Then he let Enrique slump to the floor.
"Lickity split, lickity lip, what's up doc? I was just passing through, and I wanted to drop in and say hello. You and me, we are good friends and all, you know. Kind of like, fare weather friends! When the weather is good, we are friends. How is the weather doc?"
Dr. Yu just stared now, this man was making no sense to him.
"I do not know you, but I have more guards then just Enrique here, and they will be about to check up...." he stopped cold as the man was shaking his head, his lip starting drag further and further down. It would have been almost comical if it wasn't so real, or if the man did not have such strange large teeth.
Tears began to flood the strangers eyes, and he pulled his lip back up, though it still shuddered.
"I am afraid they have all met with an accident my good friend. They, are..." and he let it fall with a sharp look of pain, then squeaked out, " all dead."
Dr. Yu hardly believed it, but this was the Rogue Isles. There were many things possible. It was only odd that he heard no gun fire. Had he been that into his work?
"What do you want?" The doctor asked, suddenly understanding his fate now lied in the hands of this odd man.
"I want a Ferrari." He replied, and then stared off into space a moment, as if picturing himself in one.
For long moments his face twitched and he went from a smile to a frown to a look of determination, as if scenes of him in his Ferarri were playing through his mind.
"Pardon me?" Dr. Yu finally asked.
"You heard me doc, a Ferrari! However, you do not have one to give me, so stop asking such assanine questions, and making such outrageous offers! You and me pal, we are old friends, and we have lots of work to be done. You may not know it yet, but lickity split, lickity lip, we can have power together, you and I. We can be the next great dynamic duo. Batman and Robin, the Wonder Twins, Charlie's Angels even! Minus a few angels I suppose. Frick and Frack." The stranger wrapped an arm around the shoulders of Doctor Yu and pulled him close.
"I can give you whatever your lil heart desires you know. You like girls? I got 'em. You like men? Well, I suppose if you fancy them I can get 'em. You like little ones? Don't look at me so sickly, I meant lil men, you pervert! Midgets! Not very PC, is it pal! Nope, not me, I will never be politically correct. Your politics have no place in my world, no place at all my boy. Not a political man at all, didn't even vote last time."
Dr. Yu just stared at him, and began to believe the man was completely insane.
The stranger pulled Dr. Yu really close, almost as if he was going to kiss him, but stopped mere inches from his face. He felt the hot breath from the man, too hot it seemed, as if the man was fevered.
"What I got doctor, will change the whole Rogue Isles. We will see a skip in the beat of it's pathetic life. A change of guards, if I have my way, so to speak. All things will be so much better, when chaos takes complete control, and you and me, well, we can have it all! Lord Recluse? I don't think so. United States president? You are thinking too small I say. No my friend, we can have it all."
"What do you want?" Dr. Yu asked again, trying to pull from the man, but finding him far too strong.
The man seemed a bit agitated from that question, and he sighed a long sigh, too long it seemed.
"Asking the wrong questions. That tends to get me in a pickle, a sour mood I mean to say. Really, can't say what will happen when my mood gets that sour. WRONG QUESTION!"
As the stranger screamed that into Dr. Yu's face, he was flooded with the darkest images of his life. The things he did, when no one knew. The things he did to people. His perversions, his sick fantasies. All of it flooded him, and he seemed to like it.
"Oh boy, I done went and done it, didn't I. I opened a fountain in there," the stranger told Dr. Yu, who was hardly paying attention now. His eyes were wide, and a smile was playing on his lips, as he breathed in and out hard.
"You see the things I can give you doc? The flesh desires, and I got the goods. Your question should now be, 'what can you do for me'? What do YOU need, doc? It is all about you now, doc. I got the goods. Lickity split, lickity lip."

Actually not a bad idea at low level to slot end. I usually slot accuracy, but then I H A T E to miss. Yes, hate all caps, lol, because my philosophy is that it is a greater loss of damage to miss entirely than to not have damage enhanced. Once the targetting drone is capable without sucking you dry, you can count on more damage slots. I usually still add an accuracy, even with drone.
I have a 50 AR/DEV blaster who fights x8...-1x8, 1x8, bosses sometimes, none others...really depends on the speed of which I want to blaze through things. He is my main go to guy when I want cash and quick, talking 100s of mil here. End is not a factor with him anymore, though he can still be end heavy with my slotting, but he kills things way to quick for that to be a concern. With AV's or tough bosses, it can become a problem, but, I get so many drops in a single mob that end inspirations are all but unlimited.
Stick with it, you will find AR/Dev very satisfying, and very safe as you learn more and more of the game.
Also, and this is just my advice, some may disagree, but put your settings with no bosses while at lower levels. Without good mez protection, you will not enjoy the trips to the hospital.
To restate others, get out of Architect for a bit. It is good, but you miss out on too much of the real game hanging out there, plus, I find cash influx slows down because of lack of drops. Just my opinion. I do have some published missions, as well as a farm there, so not knocking it at all.
Feel free to look mine up, it was purposefully set for farming from low to high. Look under Luke-Minhere. Good luck!

"So you see, I have been here just hoping to gather a following, for many years now, to no avail," Manfree said, as he took another bite of cracker.
Angela smiled, and was moved by the man's determination. It did not seem many were interested in the grace and mercy he was offering to them.
Jerrin just listened in silence, in fact, he had hardly spoken a word since he scared her. That had to have been an hour ago. She thanked him, until she just felt like she sounded foolish. He looked uncomfortable with her thanking him, and just waved it off, until he looked like he was about to leave out of embarrassment. Then the good pastor stepped in, and he took over the conversation quickly. There something about him that Angela indeed liked. He was, for lack of any other word, good. Not something you see on the islands much. Not even the Longbow agents that wonder over for fame and glory could be considered good, not to Angela anyway.
"I am sure your determination will count for much," Angela said, and the pastor chuckled.
The few bums left in the sanctuary looked quickly over, not use to the sound of laughter, and one or two of them scurried out, almost uncomfortable at it.
Pastor Manfree's smile faded as he watched them leave.
"Such sad souls around here Angela, you are a blessing to this place," he nodded toward her.
Jerrin simply took it all in. His eyes turned to Angela as well, and saw her own smile at the preacher's words. He was not trying to flatter her, Jerrin knew this, he was only stating a simple truth.
"What about you, Pastor Manfree, do you have a family anywhere?" Angela asked, and Jerrin realized he had never even questioned the pastor of such.
"Oh dear, I do," he smiled again, and seemed eager to tell of them. "I have two kids, a boy and a girl, back in the states. They are doing well, I may add. My son is an architect in Washington State, with three kids of his own. My daughter is married to a pastor in Mississippi, Pentecostal at that!" That meant little to the vampire or Angela, but Angela smiled all the same.
"And your wife," Jerrin asked, his dark eyes settling heavy on the pastor.
"Well, she is passed Jerrin, and in a far better place than we are, I dare add."
Angela frowned, and placed a hand on Manfree's shoulder.
"No no, do not feel sad. Oh, I miss her, it is true, but she was saved, and is dancing with angels if I know her, and I do!"
Angela smiled again, his mood never faltering, even when speaking of his family. He went on to tell of how he hears from his kids, and how they tell him how crazy he is for being on the Rogue Isles. His son in law runs a huge church, and sends him anything he needs, though he tries not to burden them.
"What about you Jerrin?" Angela asked, when the pastor had run out of funny tales to tell of his kids and their families.
"I have no family, Angela." He simply said. "I must be going," he finally added.
"I am sorry, if I made you uncomfortable," but Jerrin was shaking his head before Angela could finish.
"Nonsense, you did no such thing. I have enjoyed visiting, with you both," he added, a thin smile pursing his lips ever so much as he nodded to the pastor.
"And I have noticed something, my friend," Pastor Manfree said. "I have not felt that, uncomfortable feeling, that sometimes enters this place."
Jerrin looked interested, but then said nothing as he gathered himself to leave. Angela had no idea what they were talking about, but did not feel it was something to ask them about either.
"I bid you both good night," Jerrin said, and left quickly. Pastor Manfree watched the vampire leave out of the side doors, then turned his attention back to Angela.
"You will stay in my quarters tonight, I will sleep in here," and Angela did not argue, as she did not wish to take the walk back.
Jerrin could hear the two inside talking, his hearing being perfect, and far better than most. Her voice was like a song to his ears, and he bathed it in for a bit more, before he vaulted into the darkness.

Angela made it to the sanctuary before dark. She was told not to come until about seven, but at that time the Rogue Isles were basked in darkness, and she sure did not wish to be looking into every shadow, worried that the murderer from the other night had found her.
It was now but six, however, the long shadows of the day passing were signaling that the night time was drawing near.
The double doors creaked as she pushed them open, only far enough to enter. It seemed one did not open without the other. Looking about, there did not seem to be many in the church. A few bums resting on a pew was all, and she quickly averted her eyes from any that would look her way.
"You are early," a pleasant voice sounded, and she recognized Pastor Manfree's voice.
"I did not wish to be out after dark, you understand," she said, a bit shy now, and worrying that she may have offended the man, or perhaps interrupted him from something. Quite a ridiculous thought, considering people found their way here all the time.
Stop it Angela, you are such a worry wart, she told herself.
"I understand completely, and I should have met you instead of expecting you to walk here alone."
Manfree smiled at her, and set her at ease.
"Is the man who saved me here, will I be able to meet him tonight?" She asked, having asked to see him before, and being told he was not available.
"I am unsure if he is actually here, but he seems to be a man of his word, as far as I know him."
Angela nodded, and sat on a pew to the front of the church. Manfree sat on a broken alter not far in front of her.
"How have you been feeling?" The pastor asked, knowing the woman was hit, seeing the bruise still set deep into her dark face. The swelling had went down however.
Angela's hand went to the mark on her face, and settled there a moment.
"This was the least of the problem, I assume I had a concussion, as my head hurt, bad as some kind of migraine I suppose."
"Has it passed?" He asked, apparently concerned.
Angela nodded, and said nothing more. The church grew quiet, as both could not think of much to say.
Manfree finally broke the silence.
"Imagine, me, a pastor of many years, and nothing to speak about. I have not even offered you anything to drink or eat!" Angela smiled at that, and waved him off.
"I am fine, and so are you. I am not usually so quiet myself. I guess it is just strange, everything that has gone on."
"Well, you set here a moment, and I will be right back. I do have some water, bottled of course, and a bit of cheese and crackers in the back," Angela nodded at him, and watched as he went to the back of the sanctuary, and enter some office that was once for a priest. She walked about the crumbling sanctuary. While the outer walls still held, the inner walls were in rough shape. Story had it that some Rikti soldiers had entered the church, where many fled to, and began executing the people. Being unarmed, they had no defense, and no one to come to their aid. The priest fled through some back door, and was never heard of again. Many bodies were found in the sanctuary that day, and the church was abandoned. A cursed place, as many called it.
"Hello, Angela," a voiced sounded from behind.

"You have been down here for days, my friend. Are you okay?" The pastor could not see down into the darkness of the room. There were no lights down here, and he chose not to bring a candle or flashlight. It just didn't seem right to ruin the man, the creatures, privacy. If Jerrin wished light, he would have already made sure he had light, Manfree had no doubt about that.
"I am fine. I have chosen to stay down here, it is not that I must. I was healed by my next waking." Time meant nothing to Jerrin. It was all kept by waking up, and sleeping. He did not wake every night, either. In fact, there were times, he went months before he awoke again, and fed. It was not exactly a choice, and only on seldom occasions could he control it.
"I am sorry to have disturbed you then my friend. You are welcome to stay down here for as long as you need, or desire. I only checked..."
"Because you worried over me?" It was a question, and it was an answer.
Pastor Manfree said nothing else. Jerrin could hear his breathing, and knew the pastor just stood there, probably at a loss of words, in fear of offending him. Jerrin knew this man of God was really a friend, but he also knew he could not have a human friend. They all left him, for whatever lies on the other side of death.
He doubted the pastor actually accepted that Jerrin was a monster, either. The death he brought to the lowly. The screams he heard in his own ears, barely audible over the blood lust. The screams always stopped though.
They always stopped cold.
Society turned his curse into romance. Rice with her vampires. Those that sparkle in the sun. A count in need of companionship. None of it was true, not that he knew of. It was a curse, it was a horrible, evil curse. He was an instrument of death, worthy to die, but unable to, unwilling to.
"Why did you bring the woman here, why did you save her," the pastor asked into the dark, and felt that uneasiness come over him, knowing the vampire had the full force of his attention on him.
"I did not save her, necessarily. I only kept her from the police, who would have done far worse to her than kill her. You know that, so please, do not turn me into an instrument of salvation."
He heard the pastor's breathing quicken, and realized he was making the man uncomfortable with his stare, with whatever it was that followed him into a room, and stayed in that room for moments even after he left.
"If I offended you, then I am sorry. She is doing well, and has returned in hopes of thanking you. I have told her you were unavailable, and she worried that maybe someone had harmed you. I assured her it was not that, but she still insists on seeing you. What shall I tell her?"
Jerrin went into one of his long pauses, longer than was comfortable. Had he been a man, Manfree would have known to leave him, but Jerrin was known for this. Time stands still for no man, but for Jerrin, it stood at attention it seemed, caught it's breath, and awaited for him to return it to schedule.
"I will meet with her tomorrow night," he finally said, and for some reason Manfree knew he was done talking.
The pastor closed the door, and heard it lock behind him as he climbed the narrow stair case into the sanctuary.

I named my Widow, Widow Black. Her last name is Black so it just fits.

My Soldier is Hard 2 Kill, but he is only loosely tied in with Arachnos now, rp'wise.