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Stand between the Silver Crystal and the Golden Sea.
"Youngsters these days just have no appreciation for the magnificence of the legendary cucumber."  --Krityan Elder, Tales of Vesperia.

I bring you the following bit of madness that I posted on the Titan Forums: 

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Quote:Quote from: Aggelakis on Today at 03:11:23 am
Oh, man, the CoT pope hat! WE CAN FINALLY MAKE CHARACTERS WITH THE POPE HAT!!!!

"POPE HAT"?
ROTFLMAO
I've never ever heard it referred to like that! I suppose you're right though. Kinda does have a resemblance... 
I wonder... 
ARGH...
DAMN YOUR EYES... Now I have to find out if... Hang on. Be right back... 

Quote:(This is all Aggelakis fault! I swear!  Well, mostly. Okay. Some of it. Well I got the idea from her!   )
I present to you - 
The most puissant pummeler of the pulpit! 
His excellency, trained under the auspices of Our Lady of the Immaculate Right Cross! 
The divine right hand of God! 
MEGAPOPE!

Quote:Triplash wrote: 

Now that's a bible thumper!

Quote:healix replied: 

If he were an ice tank, you could call him 'Popecicle'

*badum *tish

Quote:corvus replied: 
The complete MEGAPOPE expansion-set comes with the following:

* New costume pieces, including the MEGAPOPE hat.
* New weapons, like the Cross-O-Matic Staff, and a special Broadsword, the Amazing Mr. Cross.
* The new "Divine Smiteification" inherent power.
* New sound effects, including unintelligible Latinesque Mutterings.
* The new "Hallelujah Chorus" costume-change emote.

Now available for $9.99 at the Paragon Store!

Not.

Quote:Victoria Victrix replied: 

StreetJustice Tank: Pope-a-Dope.

Quote:Arcana replied: 

In a technologically virtuosic display, the cargo container unfurled into a stage backlit strongly enough to reduce the dramatically postured contents to corona-starred silhouettes. Wandblume doing an excellent fusion of Rod Serling & P.T. Barnum spun a truly impressive, if slightly over-baked, introduction monologue : “For your consideration, I give you the multiple melancholic missies of Goth Action Freedom Force Five!” The shadowy forms performed a flawless, sardonic rendition of a classic Supa Sentai team shot.
 “First, no self-deprecating goth team would be complete without at least one creepy little girl ; to that end I introduce the scythe-swirling scamp, Pitchy!”  “Forlorn Furious Flurry Flourish loaded.” Sichel Mond, Pitchy’s Einheit (device) intoned in its mechanistic Austrian accent as Pitchy wielded it in an adorably dour display of spinning superficial slashing surface. She ended the performance with a dramatic  plastic floor rap of scythe butt triggering the release of a swirling cotton-candy coloured cloud of dry ice.  This rapping, venting upon the chamber floor , the cue to continue the cavalcade, led Wandblume on to the second part of her swaggeringly staggering spiel : “Sharp little girls require big, blunt sisters!” Umbra, effortlessly dragging a classic ball & chain leg shackle,  plowed through the candy fog creating vortices and eddies picked out in obsessive clarity by laser light timed perfectly to her carbon dioxide disrupting entrance.  “Gloomy doesn’t mean puny when Umbra’s in play!” The aforementioned amazon snapped the manacle, hoisted and spun the supposedly massy orb, flail like, over her head. The grinning white skull superbly sketched across the surface of the sphere speedily slurred into a spinning slash of chalk before being expertly and precisely released to crash into a pop-up steel headstone target.  The resulting reverberatory reaction rang a dour knell that sounded the third stanza of Shego’s saga as Umbra took up a muscularly sullen pose next to Pitchy.  “The bell tolls but not for the dead.” Shego intoned almost solemnly : that micro-beam, her perpetual fractal smirk, twitched her stagy glower. A baroque coffin rose up through the low lying remnants of Pitchy’s mist.
 “This is the undeath knell, the irreligious return of...” The coffin, now a vertical disquieting jet monolith, opened on oiled hinges to reveal a desiccated plugsuited form that, before their very eyes returned to the pallid beauty recognizable as Stygia. At the precise moment that the holographic overlay opened its eyes, the actual Stygia passed seamlessly through the illusion with a prettily predatory, fang exposed and carmine cape flapping pounce that terminated  in dragging Wandblume down in a sultry bit of neck nuzzling coupled, ahem, with a liberal squirting of bodily fluids. Wandblume moaned as she succumbed  : “...Stygia, Victorian Vamp vision!”  The cape wrapped Shego in a struggling stretch of crimson that vanished into the stage cum cargo pod. Stygia, adopting the fang-bared, grasping pose of the classic Hammer horror vampiress, took her place with her assembled teammates.
 A pallid, wraith-like Wandblume ‘floated’ out of the shadows, mist swirling about her ankles. In her very best over-the-top creature-of-the-night--What bullshit they do make!--, she keened:
 “Where there’s kaijuu there’s senshi ; and our magical girl, Nocturne Raven, is particularly good at...”  A flash of coruscating light lit up Nocturne Raven’s rainbow plugsuit as her voice indolently intoned : “Foul creature, I banish you with the light of my moons!” Twenty centimeters of bone-white magical light appeared to project exactly between ‘undead’ Wandblume’s breasts.  “...dispatching abominations!” She double-died with ultra-extravagance ; her dispatcher joined the almost completed squad. A translucent Shego specter--there's no keeping her down--wafted into the air with the eerily stage whispered,
“Taking on such a team is Faustian enough to need Mephisto herself !” The floor of the stage sundered lurid cracks and rents of volcanic light out of which the sexily slinky Dies Irae rose upon plumes of brimstone and hellfire to take her rightful place at the head of the dramatically assembled team.  “Dies Irae, daemon, mistress of mayhem, to whom do you and your team owe allegiance?”
 The features of the women ensconced within the ovoid seats became more defined as both women leaned forward.  Turning her horned head regally to take in the twin feminine egg-shell  chairs situated at the far end of the vatican-scaled compartment, Dies Irae operatically intoned, “ Our hearts, our bodies, our very thews, who we are and who we will be belong to...” The lights doused abruptly.  “...Not to your masters, but to...” The lights blazed anew to the sight of the squad’s plugsuits reconfigured to their actual  electrostatic black & green colour configurations. “...Shego! For we are Shegoth!”  “That’s lovely!” Yayoi said drolly, her right hand exerting pressure upon the tastefully subtle panic button set into the the control suite on the interior surface of her chair. Nothing happened.
 Wandblume had been busy since her virtual vampirization. The chamber was, thanks to Van Loan-ian gadgetry, electromagnetically isolated from the rest of the facility.  “It really is!” Wandblume exclaimed. “Pitchy, Raven, guard the door!” She smirked as she advanced on the twin chairs. “Stygia, Irae exact punishment! Umbra, two eggs, hard boiled!”  “Yayoi, we installed that Zoltar escape system, right?” She wasn’t exactly panicky ; she was duly concerned.  “Budgetary constraints, Mikuru.”
 “Oh. Kuso!”
 Umbra upended a chair, shook it ; dislodged the Yayoi yolk unceremoniously onto the floor. She proceeded to do the same to the Mikuru egg.
 “W-what are you going to d-do to us?” Out of the egg, Mikuru was not nearly as calm & calculating : such is the power of a shell.
 Stygia smiled a smile that would have been sweet if it were not for her incisive incisors. Dies Irae made a dramatic spanking motion against her delectable and nominally covered hip. “We’re going to put an end to our relationship with your organizations by tanning your ends.”
“That’s it? All of this for spankings?” Yayoi sounded downright astonished.  “Well, that and your exquisite eggshell chairs!” Laughing, full-blown Shegotistical Wandblume swept her arms ‘skywards’ as she commanded, “ Just the fundament-als girls : enough to render rumps red for two or three days!”
 

I don't know if this is a complete hoax or, as the story claims, a prank on the mechanisms of government.  I hope it's the latter.  Too many people take governments too seriously. 

Topic-appropriate sig below.
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Big Brother is watching you.  And damn, you are so bloody BORING.

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/8106168/10/ Weres-Harry
potter

http://www.tthfanfic.org/Story-28614-2/ ... x+Mack.htm
alex mack - in the same universe as "league of extraordinary women"

http://www.tthfanfic.org/Story-28601-3/ ... bution.htm
buffy universe/SVU - a "Faith in the army side-story" (with minimal Faith)
-Z, Post-reader at Medium
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If architects built buildings the way programmers write programs, the first woodpecker to come along would destroy civilization.

Like you needed one.
It tracks your cursor anywhere on your screen, even when it's minimized along with the shift, control and alt key statuses.  It also exposes all this data for anything on the page to see and use with the right code -- which is apparently only 21 lines long.  Live demo here.  (Obviously it only works on IE.)  According to the security analyst who discovered this, at least two ad firms are actively using this misfeature to track web users' every movement.

-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.

So, who else watched?  And how long did you last?
I made it as far as halfway through Paul McCartney before I fell over from exhaustion (lots of running about doing necessary tasks last night with the concert as BGM).
A few thoughts:
Who else thinks watching Roger Daltrey last night was like watching the Jon Pertwee Doctor singing rock'n'roll?
When did Billy Joel turn into Bruce Willis?  Was he wearing a toupe the last few years he was still touring, or did he lose all his hair suddenly sometime in the last few years?
Best line of the night came from Billy Crystal:  "You can feel the electricy everywhere, which means Long Island Power has nothing to do with it."  (Paraphrased, I can't remember the exact wording.  For those who don't know, the Long Island Power Authority, aka LIPA, not only has the most antiquidated power system on the East Coast, it acted like it had the Three Stooges in charge during the weeks after the storm. In fact, yesterday I heard on the news that it turned out they had no disaster plan at all.  None.)
Great speech by Jon Stewart.  Seaside Heights is my childhood shore town, too, so every word he said was echoed in my heart.  I know all the places he talked about going to.  I know all the feelings he spoke about.
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.

Japan! Giant kaiju monsters! Giant kaiju whompin' robots!
GLADOS!!!!
They better not mess this up (having del Toro doing it gives me hope).

-Logan
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"This giant cake shaped like a fist is not a lie.
Here. HAVE SOME!"
*WHAM*
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BTW - in case you guys are interested, this is the URL of a blog from one of the mecha designers of 2199. He often posts pics of schematics and real finished images from his works on the show. Sometimes he posts speculative ideas about how to design certain things. 

What's really convenient is that he posts both in Japanese AND in English! His English is not perfect. He may be using a translator program. But it's clear enough to get the gist of what he's talking about, particularly on some of the more technical items. And since you're going there for the mechanical stuff anyway, that's just fine. 

What's REALLY cool about his site though, is his design work that is based off of the design aesthetic from both the classic and new series, but is obviously not ever going to be "official". He likes to take designs and push them to the Nth degree. Or speculate on what a ship design would look like in the far future of the Yamato Universe. Or he posts pictures of specialized craft like recon planes, fast attack destroyers and battleships. Command ships bristling with antennae but few weapons. Missile boats. Space submarines. And other things. 

Here's a few examples of some of the best of his recent works and some of his earlier schematic speculations. 

If you have not done so already you will need to Link your Cryptic account to a Perfect World Account to continue playing champions.
http://co.perfectworld.com/news/?p=777061 there is the blog post speaking about this, they've been trying to get players to do this for a while now but the cutoff is today, you will not be able to log onto champions untill your linked if you haven't already.