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oh, sweet memories. I was Shlug. I'm happy to hear at least one person is remembering that name, something like nine years later. So many familiar names, though I mostly just pop in here for nostalgia once in a while.

Wow oh wow, this is exciting! I knew you under two different names, and never knew they were the same person! I went around as Garamon along with Limmie back there interacting with ya'll conclave mages.

Mark cursed beneath his breath and watched the manic Darktide streak towards his enemies. "What exactly do you think the boss wants us to do here? Talk to them? They're not listening!" "Not to us, I can understand, but if you're paying attention, they're not even listening to each other...

"Hey, King, remember him?" "How could I forget? He's the one that sent me into that coma, back the last time the boss was in town. We've been heading towards him since he showed up here." "Really? I thought Prince was the only one who could do that." "Let's just say he's a hard one...

Oh Hai Guys That was back in New Years. We didn't have fireworks, so we had "demolitions training."

Can I play the Ghost game too? Quick! Who can disappear the fastest?

Hi! I took control. I really can't do justice to either of Rhysis' NPC's, so I'm eliminating them. Twinhorn disappeared during a landslide, so Rhysis, if you ever get back, feel free to have him show up again, having miraculously survived. Blessed Arrow will suffer a similar fate by...

Total unauthorized interruption. Twinhorn never saw it coming. That’s what the ‘Hulking Hurler’ thought would happen anyways. He knew the Scourge of the West wasn’t going to go down easily, nor would he trust the giant hulk of a man who’d just blasted his way into the centaur’s good graces...

"Leets Go." Was Fjorn's response, wrapping the black Bandanna around his head to symbolize his taking the place of the fallen, unnamed Unicorn. Even with his huge, powerful legs it would be a challenge keeping up with the multi-legged outlaws, but he hadn't come this far to let a little feat...

Fjorn knew his boldness wouldn't go unchallenged, but knew he'd only be dead if he gave even an inch now. His response to Twinhorn's challenge was a cryptic, "Seems to me that yur short one man in yur gang, Twinhorn." Before any of them (besides, perhaps, the quick-witted Twinhorn) could...

Twinhorn wasn't the only outlaw with his eyes on Dustbrook, but he was the strongest, and the most noticible. Even alone out in the dusty wilds, it didn't take long for Fjorn Steffanson, also called "The Hulking Hurler†by the survivors of his raids spread throughout the area, to find the...

Allow me to throw a little fuel on the fire here: 1. Murder ("Murder" being defined as ending another human's life without extenuating circumstances, such as in Self-defense) is wrong 2. It is the responsibility of a civilized society to ensure murder is not committed. 3. Human Life begins...

*SPLORCH!* :Wiggles Tentacles

it was just about to get good, too.

"Huh." - The Red Son comments, looking at the figure fading away, trying to figure out what might happen with it. Time displacement? Out of Phase? Something that got trapped in another dimension, and can only break back in for brief moments? A Ghost? He doesn't know, but he remains in the...

The original Street Samurai was none other than Molly Millions, made famous by William Gibson in the Sprawl Trilogy. Just another part of the Cyberpunk world he created that was stolen wholesale by the creators of Shadowrun.

THe Red Son rose from the Rubble stepped out onto the solid ground facing the strange creature. Anyone else here might have been greviously injured or killed by a blow like that, or at the very least pissed off enough at whatever gave it to them to not bother mincing words. For all the...

"Do you believe in fate?" an old man asked before seating himself, uninvited, across a table from 'Hopper. is face sagged, his eye were tired, lifeless pools, is back arched as though crushed beneath weight of the multiverse, and his voice was the hollow whisper of a broken man. If he...

Hi! I've been in Dublin, Ireland for St. Patrick's day, and the festival therein, and only just now recovered my senses. It was wonderful, I had bright green hair. That about sums things up.

The Red Son, caught momentarily off-guard in what he thought was a safe place, is impacted by the shadowy figure full-force. And mind you, even for the Man of Steel, full force hurts, he's thrown backwards to the tune of several hundred feet, only coming to a stop when he smashes into the...

Well {OOC: I was going to wait until after someone responded to the Good Rand of Blackrose, but since there's a stall... BTW - I've got two NPC's with the Inquisitor, an NPC near the Kellendil Monument that just got blown up, and Saar'Tcheras\Jason Yakuvna is offscreen at the moment...

The Red Son does not comment on Mr. Sinister's commentary, only going through the motions to secure him before launching into the air. In moments, they would arrive near the center of the city, in what he's correctly guessed to be a major governmental center. Empty of people, but filled with...

Just make sure you get a full-sized mouse and keyboard. I got one of the mini ones for my laptop the first time, and the batteries would run out after about 4-6 hours. Normal ones last about as long as Tifferzzz has recommended.

Jason Yakuvna Nods, "If left to their own devices, the darkness assembled in this city would turn it to dust before I finished, that is why I need you to keep them busy." Already, he turned around, looking out in the distance, to the Lady of Light and Scorn Darktide, to the rest of the city...

"May your will and weapon arm be steel, Inquisitor, for they're both about to be tested." The man-fiend Yakuvna readily accepts Decais' hand, sealing their momentary alliance. Nothing in his face or his grip betrays any more than the Inquisitor had already guessed, whatever hides behind that...

I'm not at all photogenic, so I rarely get good pictures of myself. This is one of them. From August, I'm on the left, good friend on the right. Sucks she lives on the other side of the planet right now. Edited: smaller picture.

*Ahem* This is why we went to war with Iraq. You'll notice Bush is actually pretty eloquent in that address. That's because he's been faking the idiot thing this entire time. In any event, it's pretty clear the main reason for going to war was Weapons of Mass destruction. Weapons...

There -is- an end, it's possible to beat. I know, I've done it.

The Ultimate Quiz It's a game of skill and maddening logic that will take you -forever- to struggle through. If you think you're clever, you're obligated to try. Even though it may very well defeat you.

"If they do try to kill each other, it will take some time for it to happen. They both seem... Durable enough." The Red Son replied to Mr. Sinister, "It is more important to see that you are safe, and to try to find a way back home. Come now Comrade, if you'd like a ride." His words were...

Fight Fight Fight Fight Fight!

The Red Son shakes his head, not even having noticed Mr. Sinisters collection of dead skin cells. "I do not know where a hospital might be, but there is a large building near the center of this city, where I'm telling everyone who is willing to meet at, it looks like one of your American...

I have standards.They're not high standards, lord knows I'd be a hell of a hypocrit if I was all elitist. But I have standards. And Frank, if that's really the best you're willing to put forth, I'm keeping the Punisher for this plot.

He took his first chance without asking. Not being terribly attached to the Punisher, I'm giving him a second one to stop abusing the english language, I have to admit my hopes aren't high. If he can't, I'll be keeping the Punisher, and we'll just ignore this little interruption.

Feh, I gave a whole paragraph to 'Hopper on Tabmoc. :P

Saar'Tcheras, or Jason Yakuvna as he's calling himself, steps forward to meet Inquisitor Decais, flanked by Bishop and King on his right and left respectively, puny in comparison to the assembled might of the Inquisitor and his men. Suits and ties, bureaucrats without personal strength, but...

The Red Son rose up, looking down on Bane, intimidating the giant as only he could. Definantly not the Superman he was used to, "In my world, we have a procedure, we can remove a small part of your brain, the part that creates violent, anti-social urges which disrupt the harmony of our society...

"Inquisitor Decais, I am Jason Yakuvna, architect and public servant. My associates and I built a great deal of this city, and have a vested interest in seeing it whole. I hope you will forgive my mistaking your restraint for hidden malice, We are all on edge recently." Saar'Tcheras mentally...

"Status Report, Bishop." Saar'Tcheras hadn't even fully stepped onto the plane before his minions in the city, remnants of an attempt of his own to capture the Ayenee capital some time ago, began chattering away. "A few of your old acquaintances set up shop here not too long ago, one of...

The Red Son briefly considers the response... The WAS a man who seemed to know him, dressed in a costume resembling batman, he'd assumed it was just another imitator, after the original who'd killed himself rather than be captured all those years ago. Something about the wholehearted confusion...

I don't really have flagship characters anymore - hence the switchover to User Incognito - I prefer create a fresh, new character for every board-based plot. Nevertheless, I have a few favorites; Saar'Tcheras, who I originally intended to have him piss off a grand number of people, and to be...

Oh Shit - The Punisher, also using the sewers as his means of transportation, hears Omega Red approaching before he sees him. One man, big guy, has metal on him, maybe a part of him. Did they guess? No, they wouldn't have come alone. Backup plans ran through his mind, he had the...

"I do what I must, when I must." Is all the Red Son had to answer Bane's most puzzling question. He was aware the Americans called him 'superman' - but most of them thought he was a warmongering dictator of the Soviet Union, hardly the Boy Scout image Bane has heard of. ----------

The Red Son called after Venom, "Wait, Venom, hear me out. If you find anything, or you change your mind, meet with us in the building with four marble pillars holding up the front entrance, near the center of this city." In the moments he'd spent above the city when he first arrived here...

"Just another Selfish American. Haven't you learned how you cannot do anything of consequence alone, working only for yourself?" The Red Son replied to Venom, crossing his arms over his chest, while at the same time keeping a wary eye on Bane. Splitting his attention to a third person, the...

The Red Son, or Venom before him, seems to have, at the very least, put Bane out of commission for the moment, allowing free time for some witty repartee with Venom. He Responds, "My Apoligies, Comrade. I heard a cry for help, but now see it was unnecessary." ------------------- "Right...

o O ( I need to work on my reading comprehension here - I thought Venom and Spidey were talking to Magneto - chok deadpool up to the Crazy. and, reading back again, I see it was Mr. Sinister who was calling out for help in the face of some maniac in the car, impersonating an old man, and it was...

The Red Son looked peculiarly at Lex, this Superman had never been named Clark, even though he bore a stirring resemblance to the Kansas farmboy. His Russian accent and outlandish attire should be enough to shake that idea out of Luthor's mind, but he hadn't the time. Someone was in danger, he...

The Red Son flew skywards, up so high he broke through the sky, took a look at the world from space. And he heard. He was listening for the voices of distress, wherever he was, he'd be needed. What he heard was something different, The American President, no, a younger version of him...

Maybe I'm dead, maybe this is hell. They must have got me. No, I still feel real, still looks real, just ghosts tormenting my eyes. Where I'm going when I die will be a whole lot worse than this. Going to have to be sure the supers stay there when I send'em off this time. Still in a cold...