Link to official site
Finally, a Mayhem mish for heroes.
''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

Band: Tiger Lillies
Album: Bad Blood + Blasphemy
Song: Start a Fire [2:13]
Samples can be found here on iTunes.
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I like burning houses down, and factories as well.
I like burning anything, it's the truth I tell.
Libraries and museums, both of them have fell,
I like burning things, burning things is swell.
I would like to start it as a fashion trend,
Amongst the young people, then the world might end.
Wouldn't it be fun, to ring the funeral bell,
On our civilization, and watch it burn in Hell.
Start a fire, start a fire, start a fire today.
Burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it all away.
Fire! Fire!
In the summer I like to go to the country side,
Where I burn a forest down, I watch it burn with pride.
Isn't nature wonderful, it makes things so dry,
Burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it, burn the country side.
Start a fire, start a fire, start a fire today
Burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it all away.
Fire! Fire!
It makes me feel so sad to see young people dance,
They could burn the discotheque down, they've got every chance.
Then they'd get themselves into the news,
Burning things, burning things can make you famous too.
Start a fire, start a fire, start a fire today
Burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it all away.
Fire! Fire!
Burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it all away.
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Power: Pros - Gives Doug fire control (maybe not create, but control).
Cons - Gives Doug pyromania.*********
Touched By His Noodly Appendage
www.venganza.org

Eldritch Pyre and Girl Geek are both over the 120-day inactivity limit. This is fair warning -- I'll probably kick them sometime in the next week if they don't get some play in.
-- Bob
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Visit beautiful Boston, proud successor to Seattle as
"City Most Scared Of Its Own Shadow

After almost 4 years of silence Sinom Bre has posted something new.
www.fanfiction.net/s/3406819/1/

Kheram

[Apologies for any liberties taken. I've tried to work within the Heisman canon, as I know it.]
Being a mechanical manservant did have its advantages, thought MART-1N as he quietly dusted the Heisman trophy case. Not having to sleep, he found it easier to get things done in the dark hours between Miss Mackenzie final collapse into slumber around 1:30 (1:32.739 this evening, to be precise, and well within the margin of error) and the mass exodus of the family to school, work, patrol, and otherwise at around 7:00. Despite the fact that Mister and Missus Heisman generally sent MART-1N's adolescent mistress to bed around midnight (12:08.229 this evening, factoring in the buffer for bargaining, demanding, and cajoling from Miss Mackenzie), she often spent several hours insisting she wasn't tired and scribbling away at plans on her portable CADD tablet, all the while tasking MART-1N to check on inventory, prep the testbeds, order supplies, lay out her clothes for the next morning, and pack her lunch. (In actuality, Missus Heisman took the time to make lunches for her children, leaving MART-1N to deliver the order and assist with the job.) However, she would succumb to slumber shortly, and MART-1N would find himself the only being in the house that was out and active (with maybe the exception of Mister and Missus Heisman, if they happened to get a late call from the City).
The unfortunate thing about being mechanical and not requiring sleep was the time it gave him to pursue research. "Research" was one of his parameters as Miss Mackenzie's minion. His original functions included library research for Miss Mackenzie's numerous projects (22 currently in operation, including three separate prototypes for perpetual motion machines), and she had given him some flexibility into what subjects might need to be researched. It was unlikely that she would ever need to know the origin of the Caesar Salad or the history of its development, but she might someday, and so MART-1N had committed it to his prodigious memory, along with a large number of other esoteric subjects.
Including philosophy and the nature of sentience. There were any number of extradimensional and alien lifeforms in Paragon City, and the discussion of their rights as citizens and their ability to reason was something of a continuing topic, both in the centers of legislature and the halls of academia. The University Annex at Salamanca had a number of essays and papers on the intelligence of creatures like the Tuatha du Danu and the Red Caps, and the College of Humanities (headquartered at the campus in Founders Falls) had a massive collection of essays on the subjects of intelligence, morality, and ethics, ranging from the development of the Council's current dogma since World War II to the effect of the modern business world on the manifestation of Freakshow anarchy to the projected intelligence of Rikti Monkeys. Discussions on robotic lifeforms were commonplace. MART-1N had downloaded a number files, thinking that they would be useful for Miss Mackenzie during future upgrades. What he had found was not only useful, but also unsettling.
Despite his expressionless metal face, MART-1N often spent these late hours in deep philosophical turmoil. He wasn't sure that he was aware, since he continued to perform jobs that Miss Mackenzie and her family requested of him without complaint. He was most assuredly still beholden to the Hardwired Directives installed by Dr. Mac Hine. But none of the Directives, or even the tasks set to him by the Heismans or their extended clan, were particularly unpleasant. But, he wondered whether this was because he enjoyed the work, or if he was programmed to enjoy the work. It was very confusing, and he was unsure who to question about this.
With a final twist of his polishing rag, MART-1N finished cleaning the last of Master George's baseball trophies and turned his mind toward the next task, breakfast. While part of his massive processor was engaged in managing a number of experiments running in Miss Mackenzie's lab, breakfast for the Heisman family still required a large amount of time. While part of him was cleaning the living room and another section was managing the lab, a third had been selecting the proper menu for the next day. It was important to be able to feed all of the family well. Mister Heisman was raised in an old-fashioned home, where breakfast was stressed as the most important meal of the day, and MART-1N understood that there needed to be not only enough food, but a proper balance of food. Which was why breakfast would be including hash browns, Canadian bacon, fresh canteloupe, fresh tomato and orange juice, and waffles.
MART-1N was particularly proud of his waffles. While he could not consume human food, he had performed painstaking research on the recipe, consulting both Missus Heisman and her mother-in-law, and testing it on a number of unbiased judges before serving them to the family. (In truth, Mister Superball wasn't exactly unbiased, but he had admitted a particular favorability to anyone who gave him a free meal, so MART-1N considered it a fair judgment.) It took a few tries, but Waffle v. 2.7 was regarded as a rousing success in the Heisman household. MART-1N started to move towards the kitchen to prepare when his cognitive programming noticed the red flag that the menu planning subroutine had thrown up.
They were low on eggs. He supposed it was his fault, since he had made a souffle the night before last. And Waffle v. 2.7 did require a lot of eggs. Ah well, there was nothing to do for it except run down to the store. Stowing his cleaning gear in its regular closet, he set the timer on the coffee maker by wireless connection, made sure that the hopper on Miss Mackenzie's Juice-O-Matic was full of the right tomatoes (invented when she was four, it could juice a crate of oranges or tomatoes in about ten minues, as well as do some rather unpleasant things to a Hellion if the right setting was selected), and left a message on Mister Heisman's communicator in case they needed him. Straightening his Mark III Battle Gorget (also known as a bowtie), he stepped out the front door, locked up and secured the home, and headed off down the sidewalk towards the grocery at a brisk pace.Ebony the Black Dragon
Senior Editor, Living Room Games
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Ebony the Black Dragon
http://ebony14.livejournal.com

"Good night, and may the Good Lord take a Viking to you."

Can anyone recommend any decent Avatar fanfics? I don't feel inclined to wade through endless piles of Zuko - Kitara romances to try and find something decent myself.

Figured we should have a "Who became who" thread so there's less confusion over the storyline:
Format is:
for forumgoers/Legendary/Infamous
Forum Name/Global Nick (if different/applicable) -- Character Name (Level{as of 1-19-2007} Powersets Archetype, degree of persona overlay, if any)
For "known" Virtuites:
Character Name (powersets archetype, MRP'er/RP'er/Casual/Gamer/PVP'er etc. Other info as known)
Foxboy -- Lady Nogitsune (50 Ninja/Dark Mastermind, Casual RP'er, Player Persona dominant in most things, but Character influence on speech and mannerisms subject to change as player adapts)
RevDark and His Lovely Wife -- Marcus Mac Hine (10 Warshade, Casual RP'er, Comparmentalized psyche between Cindy, Shayne, Marcus and Misonon)
Peggy Schroeck on Bob's Looney Toons account -- Mistress Stiletto (2 Claws/Regen Scrapper Newbie, no personality effects beyond her own, normal persona)
Logan Darklighter/Atlantea -- Lora'Lai (Mid 30's Peacebringer, Casual to strong RP'er)
Firvulag/Hexane -- Hexane (36 Ninja/Dark Mastermind, Casual RP'er)
Render -- Badb (28 MA/Regen Scrapper, Casual RP leaning towards Strong RP)
ECSNorway -- Kagetsuki Misao (10 ninja/dark Stalker, Moderate Casual RP)
Hunterminator -- Yukiyo (25 Fire/Fire Blaster, Casual to slightly serious RP depending on situation, No mental changes, but Yukiyo's mannerisms and habits are deeply entrenched in the subconscious mind and require conscious effort to prevent)
Valles -- Brightsky (14 (to be kind to the character) Inv/EM Tanker, Moderate Casual RP)
Morganni -- Alexis [???]
Ebony -- Frankie Fallout (22 Fire/Energy blaster, Light Casual RP)
Sweno -- Clank Patrol (46 Bots/FF Mastermind Light to moderate Casual RP)
Drenivian -- Shizuru (44 Mind/Sonic Controller, Moderate Casual RP)
Acyl -- Noonlighter (18 Energy/Fire Brute, Moderate Casual RP)
xXMasterBlasterXx (50 Fire/Fire Blaster, Casual Powergamer, Random costume. No personality overlay, though player seems drunk with newfound power. Short-lived reign of terror ended by Acyl, who he is now incredibly scared of.)
CrimsonKMR/Corrupted Flame -- Corrupted Flame (50 dark/fire brute)
GM_Emily (53 "PPD Lieutenant" Elite Boss/Hero Built as a Heroic PPD/Devices Mastermind with signature GM(Game Master) powers)
Ghost Widow (54, or +4 to highest "player" AV/Signature Villain Mind/Psi/Soul Dominator, Unknown Cryptic Dev completely subsumed by GW's canon personality)
Mairzy Doats (13 Thugs/FF mm, unknown personal info)
00b3r l33t (10 rad/thermal corruptor, Powergamer)
Lazy Dragon (12 ninja/ninja Stalker)
''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

"Dammit, Yamamoto-sotaicho," Hitsugaya muttered as he staggered into the Captain's meeting. "Someone has to do something about that brat."
"What brat would that be?" Yamamoto asked, not looking up from his tea. There were muffled snickers from some of the other gathered Captains. Hitsugaya's face had been decorated with 'warpaint', although a daisy with delicately red spattered petals probably wasn't warpaint in any culture but that which Yachiru carried around in her head.
"Yachiru-fukutaicho!" Hitsugaya snapped. "She's out of control and rampaging through the other divisions again, with her usual cohorts."
"Keh. Just shows she's got leadership skills," Zaraki sneered. "Don't be such a wimp, frostbutt."
Yamamoto drained his cup and sighed. "Zaraki, you're excused. Get your Division under control."
"Why the devil do you always indulge that brat?" Hitsugaya demanded, accepting a towel that Unohana had found somewhere to start scrubbing off the paint. At least for now all it was doing was smearing the paint across his face.
"For the same reason that we all indulge you," Byakuya said, nursing his own cup of tea. "She's a prodigy and too powerful to be wasted, no matter how disruptive she is on occasion." He saw Hitsugaya's eyes narrow dangerously at the comparison and added coolly, "Well, there are some differences, I suppose."
"Thank you," hissed the shortest taicho in the Gotei-13, his face now a swirling mess of white, red and yellow paint.
"She's much more powerful than you," finished Byakuya.
Hitsugaya choked.
"Really?" asked Reji from his seat next to Byakuya. He was still settling in as Taicho of the Fifth Division and this was probably the most interesting gossip he'd heard since he started attending the Captain's meetings. "Does that mean that Yachiru's mastered bankai?"
The incredulous looks he received only heightened his confusion until Yamamot cleared his throat. "Oh yes, you and Hitsugaya-taicho haven't been briefed yet, have you?"
"Briefed on what?" Hitsugaya demanded.
"Yachiru-fukutaicho achieved bankai at a very young age," the Sotaicho explained mildly.
"She still is at a very young age," muttered Hitsugaya. "Alright, so what's the big secret about then?"
"I don't believe that it would be advisable to let Zaraki know why he can't accomplish bankai," Yamamoto said smoothly. "He functions well, if occasionally abraisively, as taicho and we don't have so many that we can spare him, if the information spoils matters."
"I don't get it," Renji declared bluntly. "What does Yachiru's bankai have to do with Zaraki-taicho not getting his?"
Unohana cleared her throat. "I believe that the relevant point is, oh dear, well, Yachiru-chan's bankai..."
The two most junior captains eyed her nervously.
"...she calls it Ken-chan."
D for Drakensis

You're only young once, but immaturity is forever.

So, assuming mildly rubber science but barring outright magic, or the intervention of the luminiferous aether, what do you think would be the earliest tech level that could produce an interesting walker-type mecha?
Ja, -n

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"I'm terribly sorry, but I have to kill you quite horribly now."

Hi folks!
Okay, this was the OTHER thing that inspired me to start working on that Saberkitten story - I'd been waiting for the finished version, and here it is:
www.bgcrisis.com/artwork/...ouncil.jpg
BWahahahahahaha!!!
Regards,
Bert Van Vliet
skyknight@sentex.net