Silver_Weasel

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    Well, whenever it comes to writing down one of your C's names, it's always hit or Miss.

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    *wafts hand in front of nose* Very poor [img]/uk/images/graemlins/wink.gif[/img]
  2. Silver_Weasel

    A quick poll

    Siren's has the sea around the villain's base which causes no end of bugs.

    Warburg is very confusing, and the spawn size doesn't seem to follow rules.

    RV is Environmental death heavy.

    Bloody Bay is more interesting.
  3. It's good but it doesn't have enough of me in it [img]/uk/images/graemlins/smile.gif[/img]

    And it's Ms. [img]/uk/images/graemlins/wink.gif[/img]
  4. Silver_Weasel

    Welcome back Z!

    Good to have you back Z [img]/uk/images/graemlins/smile.gif[/img]
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    can I play?

    [/ QUOTE ]Well, if you can hit the buttons, you can play better than stasis anyways

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    If you can get past the first mob without dying you're better than MaX as well
  6. Silver_Weasel

    Stasis's Story

    I wrote this sometime ago as the background for Stase, and she's gone along with it; and mentioned it in her 'What If?' story, so I thought I'd reprint it before I posted my next one.

    I sat in the waiting room surrounded by my dead friends. Floyd was resting against the arm of the chair opposite me, Rolf was looking out of the window, not acknowledging me as usual. Janice was by my side, she was the best friend I could ever have had; and a much needed ally in amongst the men. Doc was peering down the Receptionist’s top as usual, but she couldn’t see him, and I really don’t think it mattered now.

    Floyd was the reason I had got into the gang in the first place. My parents had told me over and over about the ‘responsibilities of my origin’ but Floyd was this real sweetheart with a wave of curly hair that was to die for. I really shouldn’t have said that I suppose, as the hair had gone in the explosion that removed his head; but I could still see it there on him.

    We all had powers, but being young, we didn’t really give it much thought as we were too busy growing up. It was just over 6 years ago that we ‘met’ at school, and we soon decided that school was far too boring for us. We bunked off, smoked, drank and generally fooled about, sure that we were indestructible.

    I really loved Floyd, but I knew he was in love with himself only; and Janice was the only one I ever confessed it to. Turns out that she was there for the same reason, so we formed a little bit of a truce.

    On our anniversary of getting the gang together, ‘Eldritch’; my suggestion, Floyd suggested that we should do something real fun. I was already bored from seeing Doc’s trick of doing Shadow Puppets with Darkforce, so I jumped at the chance.

    It was supposedly a quick steal from this new firm called Crey Pharmaceuticals Corporation that had just started up. Rolf had found out through his contacts that there would be an entire crate full of Superadine being stored in a secure warehouse down on Independent Docks; and Janice could teleport us in.

    We thought we were gods at that point. We’d already heisted some trinkets from the Hellions and we were on a roll.

    Midnight came and went. Janice wandered up to the warehouse, past the Family goons and leapt through the keyhole of the door. Rolf was right, no TP suppression.

    Janice TP’d us into the warehouse, Floyd first, of course. Then myself, Rolf and finally Doc. Doc shifted into darkness and got out his tentacles to cover the windows whilst Rolf sniffed around. Floyd smile at both of us, melting our hearts, and pulled out a bottle of wine. Doc watched on, concentrating on keeping the lights out whilst the three of us sat and drank.

    By the time Rolf shouted back, we were all a little drunk and Doc had been allowed to finish off the dregs. We walked towards Rolf’s voice whilst giggling to ourselves, despite Doc’s hissed ‘quiets’.

    Rolf was standing over a crate, with a puzzled look; the same look he has now, permanently fused to his face.
    “This is so wrong.”
    Floyd looked over his glasses at him. “Waddya talkin’ about? Is it the real stuff or wha’?”
    I looked into the crate from where I was and Janice gasped as she looked over my shoulder. Inside the box was the body of a Troll, obviously OD’d from massive amounts of Superadine.
    I suddenly wanted to be sober and I wanted to be nowhere near here.

    I started to walk away until the ground rebelled from the alcohol in my system and I fell against the wall.
    “Floyd, we are in deep [censored] here.”, Rolf stated, slow and formal as ever.

    Then there was a scream, Doc’s scream. Followed by a ringing single shot. Then silence.

    “Janice, grab Doc and activate his hospital chip!”, Floyd yelled, no longer caring about the noise.
    “Wait…I think…”, Rolf said before his voice was cut off at the throat as a bullet entered it.

    I looked up to see a huge guy in silver power armour smash through the door like it was made of tissue paper. Janice was screaming and Floyd had drawn a gun. I felt like screaming but I was the strongest one there so I triggered my invulnerability and jumped on him as he fired.

    The resulting blast knocked everyone against a wall, whilst the walls did a little dance in my head. The guy in the power armour was probably dead from his own backpack exploding on him, must have been faulty. I watched him for a moment, down on my haunches in case he tried to get up again, but he stayed there. No hospital chip? Unlikely, so there must be a TP suppression field up.

    I called to Janice to see if she could teleport, but when I looked round, I saw there was no way she’d ever teleport again. Floyd’s head had been neatly decapitated by the explosion and it stared up at me, with the same deep brown eyes I remembered from a year ago when I fell for him.

    I was completely unaware as the Taser mark hit me in the back; and oblivious as I fell to the floor from the current.


    I lay there, twitching from the electricity whilst some black suited goons gathered up the remains on my friends and their fallen comrades, threw them into the crate and placed a small fire bomb next to them.

    I watched as they picked me up, marched me out of the building and exploded the bomb by remote. Their spirits rose from the flames and have been with me ever since.



    The guards arrived at one of the Crey buildings with me over one of their shoulders, still unable to move. I think they injected me whilst I was stunned, or it may just have been shock.

    We walked into a brightly lit warehouse and I was placed on the floor. The cold tiles were a pleasant sensation to my face.

    “CREY TEAM B3-451 REPORTING IN FOR DUTY.”, the metallic voice from within the suit barked.

    There was a minute’s silence and then a female voice, upperclass, issued from one of the Speakers.

    “Team Diamond. Have you any idea what sort of a day I’ve had?”
    “I’M SORRY MA’AM?”
    “That’s a start. You do of course have an explanation on why you don’t have all your team, you don’t have the drugged subject and you just let this specimen know your Crey Codename?”

    The voice suddenly became a lot more submissive.
    “It was these terrorists ma’am. They are Talented. One of them…”, he was cut off.
    “These ‘terrorists’ were the other subjects you were sent to get. That bloated Troll was just a ruse; Specimens one through five were all in that building and you managed to get four of them killed!”. The female voice had gone past aggressive and was now onto warlike.

    “I am displeased, Commander.”. There was a sudden chill in the room. “I’m sure you will serve me better in a future life.”

    The sound of gunshots filled the air, followed by the smell of cordite, followed by the thin red trickle of blood down the side of the tiles.

    The voice again. “This specimen will have to studied. Throw her into Stasis.”

    I felt strong arms lift me and carry me away from the reddened tiles whilst a smocked man with a pressure hose blasted the signs of death away.


    I stayed in Stasis for five years whilst they decided what to do with me. The one thing Crey didn’t understand, or perhaps they did, is that Stasis freezes the body and mind, but the soul still lives on. And it’s the soul that dreams.

    For five years, ‘Eldritch’ raided that building. I ran out of tears after six months.





    I was awoken already dressed in my yellow and black suit as a Paragon Protector. Whilst I had been asleep, they had ‘grown’ claws in my hands. I was now a killer for Crey.

    I joined team Sapphire as a rookie and fought against Tsoo, Carnies, Warriors, Rikti & a number of capes. I didn’t spend much time talking with the others as I focussed completely on the missions just to keep from remembering.

    It was whilst travelling back through Independence Port one time that my luck changed. I had just slaughtered a team of heroes that were trying to shut down the Crey Computer system and we were heading down past the docks.

    From out of the corner of my eye, I saw a hero all dressed in white in the sky who swooped down towards the docks and headed in the door. THE door, of THE building. I froze.

    Protector #2 looked round at me. “We need to get back Protector #1”, he said, just before a huge tentacle wrapped around his waist.

    “LUSCA!”, Voltage Tank #3 yelled, and opened up on it, with the rest of the ream following suit.

    I saw my chance and ran towards the entry to Brickstown. I knew the Police Drones from old and I’d always found their little hum almost comforting. This made what I was going to do that much harder.

    Protector #2 yelled out that I was trying to escape but Lusca was holding their attention. My claws popped and I slashed at the Drone. The Teleportation beam that ran over me sang of Freedom.




    Stripped of my yellow and blacks now, I sat with Floyd, Rolf, Janice and Doc in the trial room. Crey had filed an injunction against Paragon Authority so that I would be granted bail as long as they had me returned to them.

    I wasn’t going back.

    “What are you guys still doing here anyway?”, I asked.
    The Secretary looked up, scaring Doc away, looked round, decided I was mad and returned to her work.
    “Waiting for you, sugar.”, Floyd said, his voice still brushing against me.
    “I think this has got a good chance of working.”, Rolf said, “You still blame yourself for our deaths, and that time in the Stasis tubes has aggravated it.”
    Doc stood up and walked over towards me. “All you have to do, sugar, is to keep away from the Crey, then you can forget us.”
    I looked round at Janice. She smiled at me and hugged me tightly. No words needed there.


    The Court session was a long time coming, and only a short time in session. Both Swan and Manticore both gave counsel for my defence, which I was shocked about. It seems as they’d been near the tunnel at the time and seen the whole thing. Although I notice Manticore giving me a wink as he said that.

    The Judge ruled that considering my Super Powered Status, I would be forced to remain under Community Service as an Acting Cape until I had paid off my debt to society. The Crey’s Lawyers were absoloutely furious at this decision, but couldn’t bring legal counsel to defeat it.

    As the Judge’s hammer declared me free, I watched Rolf, Floyd, Doc and Janice disappear slowly to rest, and I walked towards my new life. Almost unbidden, my middle claw extended towards the flickering lamps above, saluting the Crey’s for giving me my new name, Stasis.
  7. Silver_Weasel

    Naming minions

    SCRUB R BOT's are called Crow T and Tom Servo. Gypsy and Cambot will be next
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    WEASEL DID IT!

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    Weasel is a dirty sellout.

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    admit it weasel you are a little disappointed u dinged

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    It's strangely true, I left Weasel alone for such a long time as I felt that when he reached 50 I'd have no more to do; but then Stase 'persuaded' me and we had a blast (literally!). Now I'm just waiting for extra 50 content whilst I level my other 14 characters
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    WEASEL DID IT!

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    I had a toon in the mission with him when he actually dinged 50. He kept counting down the K's until about 100k, and when he hit 50, he was actually a little choked up about it.

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    It has been said of me that I'm quite passionate over somethings Don't see it myself.
  10. Silver_Weasel

    WEASEL DID IT!

    *sniffs* That actually made me cry Thanks FG
  11. I've been busy levelling Weasel (50 now) and some other stuff (like sleeping) which has taken up some time. Hope to be back tomorrow
  12. Silver_Weasel

    WEASEL DID IT!

    I think Mr Fire Guardian has a video of the event so watch for that soon

    Well, gotta level my Tanker, Controller,2 Masterminds, Brute and now a Peacebringer who is a Praetorian Vahzilok Zombie Hybrid. Which is nice.
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    Not another one!

    Nice one Psyche/Fatty Like the lady says, Villains next
  14. Silver_Weasel

    WEASEL DID IT!

    As a brief stat blast, 1003 hours spent levelling over 16 months
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    WEASEL DID IT!

    Meh, 'twas nothing but thanks *kisses Stasis*
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    Hell, if somebody made Evil Cornish Miner Man, I wouldn't be offended, I'd laugh.

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    Saying that, there was an awful furor about the latest Pot Noodle adverts, which was possibly intended. Does everyone have an 'issue' they want resolving?
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    Ask A Ben

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    Superman Returns Vs Batman Begins

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    In a mud wrestling contest.

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    Wearing waterwings.

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    Both being played by Sylvester Stallone, with the late Burgess Meredith (Penguin) as Ref.
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    Isn't trying to go up a level working for a goal?

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    Isn't not making facetious comments on serious subjects also one?
  19. How about scrapping rent, prestige and salvage in one whole swoop and just have level limits to items usable/buyable?

    If anyone can give me a solid reason that doesn't revolve around an unworkable currency system then I'd be glad to hear it.

    Bridger's explanation, while laudable, simply implies that Cryptic want us to work for our fun; and then nerf the h out of anything that's more than remotely useful (Teleporters/Medbays/Enhancement Stations)

    I.E. If you gave every level 50 character access to ALL Base purchases, what would be the failings in that?

    Simple words please; and no use of "Having to work for it", as that's a concept that goes against the rest of the game and the idea that almost all of us have of fun. Work is not fun.
  20. I'd always preferred the novel format as there are just some things you can't do with pictures (See any recent Hollywood remake).

    Now if you could get Corona to do the artwork, Wordmaker or Keeper of the Sorrows to write the script etc.; then you could end up with a Novel beater; but you're still limited by the imagination loss inherent in the comic book medium.

    Comics are a shallower medium, but implant thoughts deeper, through the usage of visual tricks.
    Novels are deeper but require work on behalf of the reader; hence it's more of a shared aspect.

    That may sound awfully waffley, but consider the Top Cow comics vs. the CoH Novels.

    Top Cow has visual hooks to draw the reader in, feed them the lines and then watch the splashpage going "oooooooh!"
    Novels are more about feeding the reader information so they build their own image and then go "ooooooh!"

    Comics use a buildup for you to see a specific ending, novel writing builds up to see what the ending will be.
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    /EDIT - oops, just realised; this is Syra. Logged into Aug's system.

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    Don't worry, Me and Stase do that all the time
  22. You're 14??????????????//

    My god, congratulations on being so mature
  23. So you'd need to retcon Captain America coz he'd be insulting to Americans?

    Sorry, I call bull on this. I know a LOT of Irish people and they often tell the most offensive Irish jokes. Similar with Jewish, Arabian etc.

    If someone is finding offence with what is literally a 'made up character', then I think they really need to look inside themselves. Most of the Family speak with an Italian Accent and most of the Tsoo seem Oriental; and I don't see anyone complaining about them.

    If this 'racist' creed exists, then surely they should also condemn Mr. Normal for being an Englishman and wearing a bowler hat and pinstripes.

    Leprechauns are not only part of popular culture, they have little to do with the proper 'Oirish'; and I'm sure that the real Irish people see little wrong in it.

    If they do call again, ask them to petition you and let the GM's decide. Seriously, I think this is particularly silly and is actually denigrating the proper Irish community.