I got to thinking about this recently. What with the extra slots for most of our players and the likelihood of most of them being Virtue....

We should set up an UberTeam, that is, a set of eight characters designed to play together and totally DOMINATE the game.

Each participant would select an AT and then discussions would ensue as to what powersets each should be.

My own preferences would include at least one pentad with three other slots available for "open-choice" AT/Powerset.

The first night of play would be character creation and running from the Sewers, to the first KR mish, through the Hollows to at least Frostfire. This will
easily place the team in range of Posi for the masochistic "Task Force *dayname*" or perhaps the first Midnight Club arc.

Fifteen should come swiftly enough that we could then do Synapse or Faultline, etc. etc.

We can give these a tentative "Run Two" timeframe

So for the Blueside version we need:

Tanker -- ???/??? played by ?

Scrapper -- ???/??? played by ?

Blaster -- Psi/Psi played by Foxboy

Controller -- Plant/??? played by RevDark

Defender -- rad/rad played by SofaSpud

Open -- ???/??? played by Valles

Open -- ???/??? played by ?

Open -- ???/??? played by ?

Redside Version

Mastermind --Nin/Storm played by Sweno

Corrupter -- Rad/Rad played by Valles

Dominator -- ???/???

Stalker -- ???/???

Brute -- ???/???

Arachnos Widow -- played by Foxboy

Arachnos Soldier -- played by Corrupted Flame

Open -- ???/???

Any takers?

ETA: takers
''We don't just borrow words; on occasion, English has pursued other languages down alleyways to beat
them unconscious and rifle their pockets for new vocabulary.''

-- James Nicoll

I just discovered http://www.urbanfonts.com/free-fonts.htm]a website with more than a few useful free fonts - and a preview feature.

You know what that means... 8)

Links to the font download pages:

http://www.urbanfonts.com/fonts/Rolling_Rocker.htm]Main title?
http://www.urbanfonts.com/fonts/Valdemar.htm]DWI (alas, this font has no punctionation marks)
http://www.urbanfonts.com/fonts/Blade_Runner.htm]DWII (sort of)
http://www.urbanfonts.com/fonts/Harry_P.htm]DWVIII
http://www.urbanfonts.com/fonts/Slayer.htm]DWXIII
http://www.urbanfonts.com/fonts/Nasalization.htm]A certain stagger

Samples: Edit: Oh, dear - the images aren't coming up. See them http://web.ncf.ca/fm536/titles/]here...

Re-Edit: And here's http://www.urbanfonts.com/fonts/Magna_Veritas.htm]a font that might work for DWV, maybe. (I paid for the commercial version of that font... but that's okay, because the commercial version has non-alphabetic characters, such as numerals.)
--
Rob Kelk
"Governments have no right to question the loyalty of those who oppose
them. Adversaries remain citizens of the same state, common subjects of
the same sovereign, servants of the same law."

- Michael Ignatieff, addressing Stanford University in 2012

Or is it just that nobody's had a chance to see the movie?

Anyway... Road and Track did a road test of the Mach 5.

I'm surprised that the builders got at least two of the buttons to work just as shown in the anime...

--
Rob Kelk
"Governments have no right to question the loyalty of those who oppose
them. Adversaries remain citizens of the same state, common subjects of
the same sovereign, servants of the same law."

- Michael Ignatieff, addressing Stanford University in 2012

Jumping on the Legendary 'Fic bandwagon. Morgan, this is all new material, pursuant to my latest email to you - I still wanna do that, just need to make it
Dramatically Correct.

Issue 12 content is currently downloading on my machine! Wheee! That gives us what? A maximum of 2 weeks before it goes live? Think it'll be before the
end of May so all our Psi blasters can get the 4 year badge?

Here is the truth about the Metroid "JUSTIN BAILEY"
code: The JUSTIN BAILEY Conspiracy

Might be NSFW, if they have a problem with nude 8-bit game characters.

NN

((Disclaimer: I am not a good writer. There. I said it. Here's a "little" background into everyone's favorite DebtLizard - DJ w00t))

PART 1 - GENESIS

In the beginning, there was darkness - liquid and deep. The world seemed created entirely of shadows and inky blackness stretching infinitely in all
directions. There was no up or down...no beginning or end.

Suddenly, light - blinding enough to bleach one's soul it seemed. The world shrank, from the endless womb of a black sea, to a glowing prison of glass,
wires, and synthetic ambiotic fluid. Consciousness bubbled forth like the head of a warm beer after being set down too hard as eyes which had never seen the
light struggled to comprehend the world around them.

Genau'Goeg was awake. And none too happy about it.

She was suddenly aware of the various hardware attached to her body - electrical leads sending gentle shocks to muscles to stimulate them, a feeding tube
shoved down her throat and into her stomach, air lines that worked their way into her sinus cavities, and most disturbing of all, the wires attached directly
to her brain through her scalp, tickling her thoughts with images she did not yet understand. She began to tear out the electrical impulse leads, only stopping
when the pulses intended to stimulate her muscles electrified the ambiotic medium inside of her capsule prison. She was vaguely aware of buzzing alarms as she
slipped again into unconcsiousness.

Again, the light was blinding, more so than before. Genau'Goeg's eyes snapped open and she instinctively lunged forward towards an enemy that might
even not exist. She found herself choking quite suddenly and looked down to see a leather collar around her neck attached by a thick chain to a smooth
alabaster wall. Genau sunk to the floor and coughed, fighting for breath. Her eyes darted around, taking in her new surroundings.

She was no longer attached to any wires or tubes - apart from the collar around her neck, she was completely unencumbered. The room was smooth and white as
eggshell, harshly lit with a brilliant white globe suspended from the ceiling and adorned with nothing more than glass partition and a few chairs beyond. There
was a door on the other side as well, but none it seemed leading into her glass prison. Gen's smooth blue scales scraped softly against the stone as she
propped herself up on her elbows and rolled onto her back, looking up into the cold, unblinking eye of a previously unnoticed camera. Her head snapped towards
the sound of an opening door, teeth bared.

A creature filled the room beyond the partition with its sheer presence. He was dragon-like in appearance, scales glossy and green as springtime, with a large
pair of leathery wings peeking over his well-muscled shoulders. He wore a set of chitonous form-fitting black armor with a large sword strapped to his hip. The
numerous scars along his body confirmed that his sword was not merely for show, Gen noted, nor was the stink of blood, palpable even from this side of the
glass partition. His claws clicked across the stone floor as he glided to one of the chairs. A thick tail swung behind him like a pendulum with each step. He
looked at the naked and snarling Genau with an air of amusement and took a seat.

"Please," he hissed in a deep, condescending voice. "Your face may freeze that way."

"Wha...what...am...I?" Gen struggled with each word, the sensation of language still unfamiliar to her untried tongue.

"What are you?" the creature smiled. "You are mine. That is all you need to know for now." He reached to his side and opened a compartment
on his armor, producing a key. "I am going to come in there, and you are going to behave, understand? If not, well, I'm sure I can find ways to make
you more...docile." His voiced dripped with an undertone of pompous power, of someone who's authority was absolute. A part of Gen recoiled and
submitted as she sat up, watching this stranger as he rose from his chair and walked toward the glass partition. He pressed his hand against the smooth
surface, leaving a glowing handprint behind which coalesced into a keyhole in the glass. When the key was inserted, the partition faded out of existence. The
large draconian creature grabbed two chairs, setting one in front of Gen, and sitting in the other a good 3 or so feet beyond her reach.

"First I should tell you my name," he started, matter-of-factly. "I am Karegu'Rhia, leader of our people, the Dran'an. You are known to
us as Genau'Goeg, the name of our Goddess of the Harvest." He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, exhaling slowly. "This is a lot to take in,
I'm sure, but this is very important for you to understand. Ours is a mighty race, carving our glory out of the corpses of our enemies. It is in our blood
to conquer those who dare to stand in our way - constant millenia of struggle has been recorded in countless manuscripts spanning generations of my lineage, as
well as yours. However, it would seem there is one foe that we are unable to best, despite all of our technology and all of our battle-hardness. An entire
generation of females has been born to us sterile or unfit for breeding. The cause seems to be an anomaly in our women's genetic structure, according to
our scientists." Gen was suddenly aware of Karegu'Rhia's eyes on her body, sweeping her from head to toe with a seemingly lustful intent. She
glared at him and snorted, the sharp exhale of her breath steaming slightly. Karegu smirked and continued.

"I gathered my best scientists together and sent them on a quest to find compatible genetic material to our own. They conquered countless lower races on
distant worlds to find missing DNA sequences, as well as conducted several operations on the homeworld of the race known as humans. Some of our experiments
were at best, a mediocre success." He reclined a bit, his eyes fixed on Gen's scaly breasts. "They produced us eggs, yes, but there were some
unforseen problems - mainly birth defects, but also sterility. This last crushing blow to our species was unimaginable. Luckily, we were able to adapt
technology from some of the other races we have conquered." He smiled, his pointed teeth glittering in the harsh light of the holding cell. "That is
where you come in, Goddess of the Harvest. You are a result of many years of trial and error - the first fertile, ex-utero child created in our laboratories,
and the purest of all our hybridization experiments."

"Child!" Gen spat, a growl rising in her throat. "What child looks like this?"

"Temper, my dear," Karegu said, scowling. "These are your first moments of consiousness, however, you have been growing under the watchful eyes
of my scientists, and myself, for quite some time, though not as long as you would be having been naturally hatched. That is the beauty of this ex-utero
technology - we have the ability to speed up certian stages of development. Although, others..." he trailed off, looking over Gen's shoulders at her
lack of wings. "You are, chronologically speaking, only 10 years old. However, your mind, and...other aspects, are that of an adult." Gen's head
swam with confusion and rage, her mind desperately trying to soak all of this in, and her body rebelling as a result. She wretched and vomited before drifting
off again into unconsiousness. Karegu wrinkled his snout in disapproval, sighed and rose to leave. He turned towards the two "scientists" that had
entered from the hallway - large hulks of draconian brutes, bristling with spines and barely contained animal instincts.

"Collect her, clean her up, and take her to my chambers." He said, slightly disgusted. "And remember to restrain her - I don't want a repeat
of what happened when you tried opening her capsule." Karegu rubbed a newer-looking scar on his face which ran from his cheek to the top of his reptilian
scalp...

(to be continued)

An old favorite of mine, the Ballad of Sainte Anne's Reel

Quote: He was stranded in a tiny town on fair Prince Edward Isle


Waiting for a ship to come and find him


A one horse place, a friendly face, some coffee and a tiny trace


Of fiddlin' in the distance far behind him




A dime across the counter then, a shy hello, a brand new friend


A walk along the street in the wintry weather


A yellow light, an open door, and a "Welcome friend, there's room for more


And then they're standing there inside together




He said, "I've heard that tune before somewhere but I can't remember when,


Was it on some other friendly shore, did I hear it on the wind


Was it written on the sky above, I think I heard it from someone I love


But I never heard a sound so sweet since then




And now his feet begin to tap, a little boy says, "I'll take your hat."


He's caught up in the magic of her smile


Leap, the heart inside him went, and off across the floor he sent


His clumsy body, graceful as a child




He said, "There's magic in the fiddler's arms and there's magic in this town


There's magic in the dancers' feet and the way they put them down


People smiling everywhere, boots and ribbons, locks of hair


Laughtcr, old blue suits and Easter gowns"




The sailor's gone, the room is bare, the old piano's setting there


Someone's hat's left hanging on the rack


The empty chair, the wooden floor that feels the touch of shoes no more


Awaitin' for the dancers to come back




And thc fiddle's in the closet of some daughter of the town


The strings are broke, tbe bow is gone and the cover's buttoned down


But sometimes on December nights, when the air is cold and the wind is right


There's a melody that passes through the town.

Bonnie Tylers "I Need A Hero"

Who might Doug get if he plays this?
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Into terror!,  Into valour!
Charge ahead! No! Never turn
Yes, it's into the fire we fly
And the devil will burn!
- Scarlett Pimpernell

Early observation from me is that the psi blaster is fun

Anyone else going and giving it a try?