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| Never try to take on ice, you will LOSE |
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Posted by: yumekochan - 12-13-2008, 07:49 AM - Forum: General Chatter
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...As I so painfully demonstrated on accident yesterday.
I was coming down the front steps of the house, as me and my b/f were going to get my plates renewed at the DMV. My foot found a patch of ice, and I promptly
slipped and fell hard on my butt, hitting my spine on the edge of the porch (which is concrete, along with the steps). I then slipped down the next few steps
on my butt.
So today, you'd think I'd gotten into a car accident with how much I am hurting. My spine hurts where I hit it, a LOT. My lower back hurts, my left
buttcheek hurts, the back of my right hip hurts, my right forearm hurts, and my neck hurts when I crane my head back. Took forever to fall asleep last night,
despite taking Excedrin. Took some ibuprofen a couple hours ago and that seems to be working a tiny bit.
I am currently firmly planted on the couch, with a pillow behind my back. I'm ok as long as I don't try to get up. Gee, work ought to be fun
tomorrow. Seven hours on my feet, hooray...
--Amanda
"Hey, it's not like dying is on my schedule for this week."
--Yumeko Asagiri, Bubblegum Crisis: The Next Generation, part 3
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| I have a new Sabre... |
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Posted by: Bob Schroeck - 12-12-2008, 08:40 PM - Forum: The Legendary
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...once I actually play her through the tutorial. Mind you, she's based on a bad pun...
Empathy/Psionic Defender.
Dark blue armor with white highlights.
"Life Sabre".
I told you it was bad.
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.
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| ToTL: V-chan's Night Before Christmas |
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Posted by: Sofaspud - 12-10-2008, 11:37 PM - Forum: The Legendary
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Valles did not authorize this, nor did anyone else involved. It's probably best to consider this non-canon, unless you
want to canon-ize it, in which case, feel free. This is not V's fault. It was inspired by... wait, okay, yeah, it's V's fault. And Ops. And
Ankh. And the chatlog from last night.
And it wouldn't GET OUT OF MY HEAD until I wrote it down. So here. I inflict it upon you. Mwuah hah hah!
Twas the night before Christmas, and deep in V's blouse,
Magnificent pillows did gently bounce.
Her girlfriend and lover, that flaming red-head,
Looked happy and cheerful as she dragged V to bed.
Between them the room was flashy and hot,
The slept not a wink; they played quite a lot.
And the on-duty Mag sat up with a curse,
For a camera was hidden within V-chan's purse.
Was it villains? Who else? But it didn't matter.
When THIS hit the 'net they'd be mad as a hatter.
Away to the portals he bounded, quite rash,
Hopped a 'port, jumped a building, and started to dash.
The moon crested high over run-down King's Row,
Some Skulls wandered by, he told them to blow.
When finally, thankfully, what should appear?
The party for Christmas, and that hacker most dear!
"A crisis!" Mag cried, bursting in quite distraught,
and shared with all present what villains had wrought.
Faster than Cyberman his allies they came,
and he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Cyberman, quick! Go cut off the signal!
Net, do your thing! Shut down that drivel!
Amber, get Emet, and go guard their bed!
Terr, you're with me! We're off to bust heads!"
As scared villains before the wild catgirl flee,
the party dispersed, and rushed out to see
what could be done, to save their friends,
and preserve them from villains' nefarious ends.
Retribution would come; the storm would soon crest
And villains would learn what heroes do best.
Before long word came down, that the signal was gone,
Lewd pictures no more, that trick was done.
Net found and burned, in the digital sense,
All traces that proved that those pics might exist.
Amber, with Emet, arrived at the scene,
to find that the occupants were quite serene.
The disaster they'd dodged was not on their minds,
In truth, they were thinking of each others' behinds.
"Don't bug them, they're BUSY!" she called 'cross the tac-band,
And privately wondered if they needed a hand.
Crisis averted, the team had to wonder,
Just who on Earth committed this blunder?
And how was it that the (so nasty!) movie,
Had shown up at base while Mag was on duty?
His cigar rolled around as he pondered and worried,
Fell down and went out, as he suddenly hurried,
Leaving others on guard, back to the base,
To his desk where he saw a little white vase.
He'd seen it before, but paid it no mind,
Running late as he was when he first arrived.
But it ran through his mind that it had been here,
When nothing he knew of should have been there.
"Dear Mag," the note read, in calligraphy script,
"This vase is for you, but it's not quite a gift.
I needed a way to reach you, you see,
Without anyone knowing that the sender, was me."
It went on to prove that he'd ruined her night,
She'd set up the camera, planned it just right,
And timed it so well, to make sure he was on duty,
As a man she could trust to not watch the movie.
To keep it a secret, to not say a word,
To do nothing at all but hit 'Record'.
Hoping he wasn't too late to recover,
He hit the button and prayed they weren't over.
Called back the team, said "Go back to your party.
You're all the best, in our private army."
Settled down in his chair, with a mug of hot tea,
And resisted the urge to turn on the TV.
The morning dawned clear, cold and crisp in the city
Mag was awake when V came in looking pretty
Flushed with her 'efforts', yet still quite serene.
Grabbed her recording and left, eyes all a-gleam
Mag raised his mug, a toast to events,
Drained it dry with a gulp, grabbed a handful of mints,
Looked 'round the base, with a critical eye,
Then shut off the lights and let out a sigh.
"Merry Christmas to all," he said with a grin.
"V's got her present, it's a hell of a win.
I'm headed home. I admit it was fun.
But stick a fork in this boy, 'cause dammit, I'm done."
--sofaspud
--"Listening to your kid is the audio equivalent of a Salvador Dali painting, Spud." --OpMegs
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| patch notes - 12/10/2008 |
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Posted by: Wiregeek - 12-10-2008, 07:57 PM - Forum: The Legendary
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http://boards.cityofheroe...ain=12761365#Post12761365
Link
Attention Players!
We are aware of issues that result in client-side crashes. We have identified the problem, and have prepared a fix that will be deployed to all North American
and European servers tomorrow morning December 10, 2008.
Additionally, we are aware of instability issues caused by updated graphics drivers. If you recently upgraded your drivers on your graphics card, we encourage
you to roll them back to a previous older version. If this does not resolve your problems, please file a support ticket for additional assistance on our
support
website. This will get you in contact with our Customer Support and Technical Support Teams.
We apologize for the inconvenience to your regular play schedules tonight, and want to assure you that we are working internally to fix the issue as quickly as
possible.
Thank you for your on-going support!
The City of Heroes Development Team
This is also rumored to fix the Toggle Shutoff issue - you naughty Khelds broke CoH.
12/9/2008
Combined Powers
- Fixed issue when an attack power was in animation, you were unable to turn off a toggle. The fix now allows for all toggles to be turned off except
costume changing powers.
- Dark Armor/Soul Transfer: This power's stun effect now correctly has 2 second duration in a PvP zone instead of 10 seconds.
- Temporary toggle powers with no offensive effects should now suppress instead of being de-toggled.
Leveling Pacts
- Experience messaging has been fixed so that players are told the correct amount of experience they have earned from their group, and are reminded that
the amount mentioned will be split by their group.
- Incorrect "Wait for your pact to catch up..." error messages have been fixed. You should now only get these messages when you are out of sync
due to starting the pact with different amounts of experience.
- Occasional bug where extra experience is awarded during map transfers has been fixed.
Invention
- Fixed a bug that caused the +recharge components from Recharge Intensive Pet enhancements to carry over to the pet attack speed. These enhancement sets
are designed to speed up the power's recharge time, not the pets' attacks.
User Interface
- Fixed an issue where help files were not displayed in French or German languages. (EU NOTE ONLY - NOT FOR NORTH AMERICA)
- Fixed a localization issue with the Researcher and Agile badges (EU NOTE ONLY - NOT FOR NORTH AMERICA)
- The Commuter and Clubber Day Job badges should no longer have P-string errors.
- Fixed P-String errors in the following Day Job powers:
- Monitor Duty
- Monitor Duty Specialist
- Law Enforcer
- Seasoned Law Enforcer
- Arachnos Agent
- Veteran Arachnos Agent
- Mortician
- Practiced Mortician
- A Mission Selection button now appears while you are solo or the leader of a team that allows you to pick the current active mission.
Merit Rewards
- It is now possible to purchase Hold, Intangibility, Interrupt Time, Slow and Taunt Duration SO enhancements from the Merit Vendors.
Bases
- Fixed a bug for players using German or French languages where they were unable to move while editing their base.(EU NOTE ONLY - NOT FOR NORTH
AMERICA)
City of Heroes Tasks
- Fixed issue where players could cause Lord Recluse to get stuck behind the tower during Statesman's Task Force mission.
City of Villains Powers
- Reduced the Megalomaniac accolade's potency by 33% and removed its ability to enhance knockback powers, this puts it in line with the hero equivalent
Vanguard Medal accolade power.
"No can brain today. Want cheezeburger."
From NGE: Nobody Dies, by Gregg Landsman
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5579457/1/NGE_Nobody_Dies
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| TotL: Awakenings |
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Posted by: Vyperpunk - 12-10-2008, 07:07 AM - Forum: The Legendary
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NOTES:
- I officially retired from role play writing last year so if it sucks I'm rusty and I don't really plan on greasing these particular wheels
anymore.
- Please no meta-gaming this one unless your toon is that old. If so, please let me know.
The darkened nothingness filled her senses until voices in an unknown tongue protruded and motion was made. The dialect was new to her as she lay motionless
in her death-pose in the dark of her resting place. Ancient ears picked up the sound of primitive tools picking away at the seals that had kept her subdued in
solace for more years than she'd been able to keep track of in the dark.
Heavy stone ground across the heavier stone encasement as a sliver of firelight streaked in on her decay. The flood of sensory data after such resolute
deprivation seared the very bones that supported the leathered and greyed flesh. Pain, unbearable agony, though she could do nothing to emit her distaste but
rage internally. Robed and bound figures circled calmly making way for a female figure dressed as quite the primitive queen.
"Oh dear-" the female uttered in the dead's own dialect, low, clam, mocking care with a nearly oppressive and omnipotent tone. In the unknown
dialect a question was posed to the speaker in that unknown tongue as the primitive queen replied leaning forward to eye down at the dead "Not the one I
was hoping to find, however I am quite sure I can make use of you." a dismissive waver of her hand as she seethed in that foreign tongue and her lessors
sprung into action to restore the sleeping dead to it's former glory.
A process that would take weeks; the muttered chanting did little but teach her a handful of their words. Despite the restoration, she remained still as a
stone in her place. Once more that primitive queen slithered forth to utter down on her "Come now child- rise." a light annoyed sigh and appalled
glance as the creature disobeyed her order. "You will be removed to the daylight if you do not obey me." seething as she spoke in a more aggressive
tone and yet the creature refused her demands. Not a single twitch, nor a blink in reply.
In the language of her lessors she commanded her subordinates move the body out where it could greet the dawn. An interjection of warning from a newer recruit
resulted in splayed flesh as the queen screeched her knowing exactly what would happen to the motionless one. And so- she would greet the day uncaring and
without war against those beating hearts she herself thought no better than cattle.
The eve was in full bloom as subtle winds fluttered by her, warming the chill her dead-like state had become so accustomed to. Dawn slowly approaching drew a
pinkish line across the horizon and she accepted that soon she would be little more than ash to blow about those warmed winds. How long would one have to
spend in a box before the will to live would run dry? She asked herself internally as a sharp pain and shatter of her rib under the toe of a boot struck her in
her contemplation "Get Up." one of the robe clad subordinates demanded.
"Why?" she replied in his own language as her blood red view turned to him. "Why would you not?" a foolish and mortal attempt at logic as
her eyes turned back to stare up at the sky. Not long now she thought returning to the waiting for that burning yellow orb to breach. A frustrated grumble
from the robed as he sunk to his knee to obscure her view "The sun is not the only thing on the horizon. A great war is about to erupt. The goddess
wishes your kind to stand at her side just as her adversaries would." another dull blink of those eyes "so?" she dryly asked of the mortal.
"Why die a fool- when you could die a martyr?" his final question as he rose back to his feet and drifted back through the winding halls to service
his goddess. At first she sneered in retort but as she settled back into waiting the truth in those final words struck a chord deep within her. Stiffened
joints and tired muscle tissues strained as she sat up and righted herself. A single step only to hold pause canting her neck to pop the vertebrae in her neck
and adjust her purpose.
The goddess herself sat draped over a grand throne in an open room mulling over herself as her subjects fluttered, muttered and went about their demanded
roles. The primitive demure shifting with a half smirk playing to her lip "So... you finally decided to join me." her eyes meeting those deadened
soulless ones as the lessor goddess stood in the center of the great room. With a slightly awkward tick she drew an unneeded breath, parting her lips as if to
speak.
A primitive brow raised immediately before the host flung forward leaving the goddess in her true form for all her subordinates to see. "Such
hostility." the goddess ticked speaking with a more omnipotent tone, her host scurrying away in half horror and half disbelief. "I fail to see how
resurrecting the dead is by any means- hostile." the partially visible form of the goddess slowly descending the stairs to circle the one who dared.
"You cannot defeat me, leech." she pausing to hiss a mere inch away from those red eyes. "This much I am aware but tell me, witch" her
darkened view shifting lightly in pause "can you- defeat me?"
This challenge posed did not please the Goddess in any of her forms as she ticked up a finger to signal her bowmen. In seconds the dead was inundated with
bolt and arrow past the bring as she bled and crumpled to her knees on the floor at the Goddess' feet. "You- are far to frail to be useful to me
anyhow." she mentioned while eyes sharpened down at the crumpled figure. "Agreed." the dead, bloodied impaled figure replied as bolt and arrow
fell to the floor around her as she took up a momentary green aura that repaired the damage she'd taken.
Once more the dead rose slowly to her feet, eyes meeting with the goddess at her level. "But you haven't defeated me." Volley after volley
would hit their mark and each crumple to her knees would go the same. The goddess tired of the charade quickly adding in her own assaults but with each fall
the dead would continue to rise. No part of her actually raising a finger to return the war, merely refusing to stay down. "This is beneath me."
giving in to the words of the lesser goddess as she pointed toward the hall leading to freedom.
"And yet, you continued after the first time I got up." a rather snide and brave remark despite being overpowered. Red eyes drifting beyond the
primitive to what now sat as a bloodied room littered with followers that had stood too near their Goddess during her attempts. That hollow view surveying the
bodies before singling one out of the hundred or so and once more she drew breath and muttered unknown words. The body of that robed figure from earlier
lifting into the air, righting as he drew breath once more.
"You are no more goddess than I am." she uttered passing by the frustrated goddess to admire the now living follower "Martyrs tend to die for
their causes. Tell me-" turning away to walk the hall to freedom "did that count?"
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