Past few days the subject has come up a lot in chat... figured it might be handy to have a list. So, here's mine:

(Edit: some entry expansion seems to have occurred...)

Onyx Blast: Pain
(Three Days Grace)

In a case of blatant mind-reading, Ops quite stealthily took hold of the reins and produced this piece with no input from me, which so totally nails the character that I am flabbergasted. I was
stuck about writing their meeting (and her intro-to-heroing). Thanks, Ops!

But as it points out, she's a bitter, bitchy individual whose primary motivation is self-interest. Contrast Rhea-Prime, whose primary motivation is the
desire to help. That stupid bimbo, can't even keep her own head in order, and she gets the gold star? The hell is
up with that?

Purrfect Scrapper: Adrenaline (Gavin Rossdale)

Hyper Kitteh? Srsly. (And the lyrics dovetail nicely with the /Willpower secondary -- "You don't feel the pain", etc.)

Emerald Blast: Listen
to Your Heart (remix, tentative)

This one was really hard to come up with, and I'm still looking for the perfect match. Kudos to Ops for suggesting it -- this is the closest I can find to
expressing via music what's going on in Rhea's head most of the time.

Ruff Enuff: Duck and Run (Three Doors Down)

He was the runt of the litter (so to speak), both before the Council got ahold of him and after he was turned into a War Wolf. He got his ass handed to him
repeatedly by a cute lil kitty cat, fer cryin' out loud (nevermind that
said catgirl proceeded to do the same to the rest of the pack in Striga). He can't enter half the restaurants in the city due to pet laws. Most of the
heroes he meets attack first -- "Aaah, War Wolf, killit!" -- and don't bother to say hi later. He has to put up with his own smell after getting
wet. For that matter, he has to deal with canine senses but human sensibilities -- sewers, anyone? Vahz?

Wolfman just can't get a break.





It's either stubborn or stupid that keeps him from giving up. (Personally, I think of him as a Labrador Retreiver in a War Wolf body. Fairly bright, but
not exactly a genius, and loyal to a fault.)

I haven't really come up with any for the rest of my massive collection of alts yet... as the ideas hit me I'll add 'em.

--sofaspud
--"Listening to your kid is the audio equivalent of a Salvador Dali painting, Spud." --OpMegs

The Pyro System 1.1 Prelim.
-- Bob
---------
Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.

http://kotaku.com/5047066...-game-doesnt-have-dancing

a Haruhi wii game? intriguing!
"No can brain today. Want cheezeburger."
From NGE: Nobody Dies, by Gregg Landsman
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5579457/1/NGE_Nobody_Dies

Doing the ITF on Sunday I got a look at Gamma's other costume, and it was a quick win.

This is front-burner for at least the next 24 hours. Hopefully it won't take as long as First Impressions to get out on the road. Until then, here's the money line. --Mal

Yes, the Monty Python type, but in http://www.sillywalksgenerator.com/]a Flash weblet...
--
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

Felicity Cole, otherwise known as Charcoal has appeared in the Thibor stories, and is a member in good standing in the Legendary.

Charcoal doesn't do the costumed hero thing and her crime fighting gear is delightfully casual. Here are two of her costumes.

Purrfect Scrapper spent a goodly portion of yesterday beating on baddies in Striga. She's looking to assemble a team of crack heroes (or cracked-out
heroes, as the case may be) to assist her in stopping the MAD ARCHON BURKHOLDER, whose giant robotic foot is poised to crush Atlas Park!

Are you willing to help her?

Festivities scheduled to begin at 7pm Pacific (subject to attendance) on Tuesday. Scraps will be providing morale-boosting cuteness and razor-sharp claws. BYO
Insps, dress light -- it's warm in the volcano.

(Perfectly willing to reschedule if not enough people are able to make it, just speak up.)

Edit to add: Contact claims (and PWiki
confirms) it's a 25 - 30 TF, with 6 required to start, and if memory serves about a 2 hour run time.

--sofaspud
--"Listening to your kid is the audio equivalent of a Salvador Dali painting, Spud." --OpMegs

Hero Plan by Mids' Hero Designer 1.4006

http://www.cohplanner.com/

Level 50 Natural Tanker

Primary Power Set: Ice Armor

Secondary Power Set: Ice Melee

Power Pool: Fitness

Power Pool: Leaping

Power Pool: Fighting

Power Pool: Medicine

Ancillary Pool: Energy Mastery

Hero Profile:

Level 1: Frozen Armor

• (A) Luck of the Gambler - Recharge Speed
  

Spacemage goggled. Her overlarge eyes seemed to stretch at
the edges, threatening to overflow her face. She shouldn't stare; she couldn't turn away. With every wet, slurping, sound, the tips of her ears
quivered slightly. With every slight grunt and groan her eyebrows roses, threatening to tear off of her face and go flying off to explore parts unknown without
her.

It was understandable.

It was not everyday you got to see someone drink from a fire
hose.

Successfully.

The average person trying to drink from a fire hose faired
very poorly indeed. Even at the lowest pressure the flow was too great. Lips would be bruised, or at worst, torn completely off, lungs choked by water,
nostrils split like they were stunt noses in Chinatown. None of that was happening.

Thibor Sawchyk had the nozzle of the fire hose tucked into
the corner of his mouth like it was the end of a particularly sadistic hookah. His elongated, lupine jaw clenched to hold it in place, the fur covered lump of
his Adam's apple bobbing up and down like a cork on the waves. With a final gulp he grasped the valve on the hose in one huge, clawed, hand, shutting off
the flow. He tossed the hose aside and cocked his head, as if considering a burp, but thinking better of it.

"MajorSawchyk sir, what are you doing?" Space
babbled in a stream, her curiosity getting the better of her.

"Mission preparation." Thibor noted gruffly. Windy
Day was in the process of doing major renovations on the IST base and he was taking advantage of the Legendary's facilities. There were advantages. There
were also disadvantages. He could smell two of them coming down the hall.

"Big dog! Biiig dog!" Two catgirls appeared at the
door of the vehicle bay, did a double take, their fur rising alarming. Once pulled a bow out and aimed an arrow at him, while the other readied long claws. The
bow concerned him. A few dozen arrows in the right places would undo his preparation and turn him into the lupine equivalent of the Trevi fountain. It
wouldn't be more than an inconvenience, but it would put him behind schedule. While his operation plan had several contingencies in place for delay, he was
loathe to use them if it could be avoided. He wanted to be in Striga before sundown.

"NoNoNoNo!" Space Mage said quickly, waving her
hands about in gestures that could be taken as calming if they were not made at breakneck speed. "He's a good dog. Good dog."

She jumped into the air and hovered a few feet above the
ground, allowing her to vigorously pat Thibor's head.

"See. Good dog. Nice dog. Friendly
dog."

She was right on one of four counts, Thibor mused,
suppressing the urge to swat her across the room. Instead he wagged his tail vigorously, swatting Space Mage upside her pointed ears several times, forcing her
away from him.

Purrfect Scrapper and Purrfect archer seemed to take some
comfort from Space Mage's display and relaxed partially. The tension left the bowstring, and claws retracted into pads silently.