Luminara

Heh. Bra lonely. Heh.

Hm... HM...

No-one in the history of the game has "suffered" due to NPCs sharing the same streak breaker rules with player characters. If anything, we've benefitted from it far beyond the intended design. The streak breaker is what makes soft-capped Defense so strong, because the same "You have to miss 100 times before I'll give you a free hit" rule that applies when our hit rolls are floored is applied to NPCs, and it's exceedingly rare for anything to survive long enough to make 100 hit rolls. There are ways in which the streak breaker doesn't work well. Mixing AoEs/PBAoEs/cones with single-target attacks causes arbitrary misses via the streak breaker forcing hits on targets other than the target which the player is attacking (very few things send me on a tear like missing a target repeatedly because my PBAoE toggle keeps applying an auto-hit on something else in the aura). The new Sleep auto-hit screws up hit checks (when the previous attack missed, that auto-hit Sleep cancels the streak breaker's check). The streak breaker isn't flawless. But NPCs using the streak breaker? Not even remotely problematic.

Officially, April 28, 2004. But the streak breaker was created during the beta, so it's been around even longer than the ~15 cumulative years of the game's operational lifetime. Tell us you don't know how the streak breaker works without telling us you don't know how the streak breaker works. Yup, that'll do.

I lived in Florida for five years, so there's a chance I'd do it.

Eric Draven - avenges the murders of his fiancé and himself Luminara - poops on peoples' heads and stands next to busy roads, yelling "COME AT ME, BRO!" to all of the oncoming cars

Was it hidden between the couch cushions?

Exactly!

Yeah... that... wasn't the point. I'm not trying to re-enact the colonization of the North America. My primitive brain just took over for a minute and I had no witnesses to how foolish it made me look, so I decided to publicize it here. And while I appreciate the effort, I don't think a glam rock concert and noxious substances would have been of any benefit if they had been here as portents of my demise.

Origin powers were added between Issue 6 and 7, five years before the Paragon Market existed, and they were never granted as Veteran Rewards at any time. https://homecoming.wiki/wiki/Patch_Notes/2006-01-17 https://homecoming.wiki/wiki/Origin_Powers https://homecoming.wiki/wiki/Veteran_Rewards_Program

I step out of the cabin to go to work Monday morning and see them in the trees. Vultures. Dozens of vultures. Trees all around my valley, ten or twelve vultures in each. I've seen vultures plenty of times, and, in fact, I actually think they're pretty damn cool... as anus-munching, bald, creepy looking jerks go. If it weren't for vultures, we'd all be up to our ears in the stench of death and putrefaction. They're natures roadkill clean-up crew and they do an awesome goddamn job. But I don't like vultures around the cabin. Something most people don't realize is that vultures will take live prey. They snatch fresh lambs and calves, they'll go after chickens... and I have a colony of 50 hanging around the cabin. These are my friends, and, like most of my friendships have shown, while I may not be very good at fulfilling the role of being a friend, I'm still trying. There's no documented evidence of vultures attacking or carrying away cats, but I'm not going to take any chances. So I meander around the valley for a couple of minutes, scaring the vultures away. I leave for work, come home a few hours later, and they're back. I know I should look for a reason they might be attracted to this spot, other than cats, but finding anything in several acres of heavily wooded area, even in winter, isn't easy unless it's incredibly obvious. It's almost 3 p.m., I'm two hours late for my afternoon coffee, I'm tired from doing grunt work for the last few hours and I don't want to run a search pattern right then. A few "G'wan now!"'s and "Getouttaheeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrrrre..."'s is all I'm really up for, and enough to send them all flapping away. Tuesday, they're back, and landing on my roof. I'm beginning to grow irritated. One of my favorite colony cats, Chester (he's a hugger (most cats aren't)), likes to hang out on the roof. Despite the fact that Chester has reached sexual maturity and is making everything within 100' of the cabin smell like something that came out of a bear's ass, I still have to protect my huggy buddy, so I drive away the winged dicktips again. Once more, I make no effort to find out if there's something drawing them here. I'd had a headache since I went to bed Monday night, and when it finally eased off around noon, exhaustion came down on me like a hammer, so my "job" for the rest of the day was to stay awake until bed time (otherwise, i would've been up all night). Today, I come home, see the vultures again, and I suddenly had the moment of existential confusion serving as the title of this thread. Now, I'm pragmatic, I'm rational, I'm analytic... but I also lean toward animism, so there's a side of me that responds to odd natural occurrences with a less than scientific mindset. I know that vultures typically home in on carcasses, not cats and certainly not people, but I haven't smelled or seen any dead animals... and before I could take a closer look around the valley to see if there was something, my lizard brain, out of the blue, suddenly suggests I was already dead and this was my mind's way of letting me in on the secret. My flight-or-fight response instantly kicked in, and, predictably, defaulted to fight. Just, *boom*, "RRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHSMASHSMASHSMASH!" Remember, I've also scolded squirrels, lectured possums, argued with trees, and yesterday, I yelled at the wind (it was being an asshole). I love nature, but sometimes, it pisses me off and the less sane part of me takes over. So when that vestigial caveperson element of my thinking mind told me that Death was a-comin', I was ready to kick its ass. Nothing is going to take me away from this little piece of paradise I've made for myself until I'm damn well ready to leave, and today isn't that day. I took one step forward... and all of the vultures flew away. A couple of minutes later, I saw what was left of a dead possum down by the stream. Big one, too. Had to have been at least three years old. I tossed the remains further into the woods and ignored the vultures after that. I'm still not sure if I'm relieved or disappointed. I didn't have to beat the ever-loving shit out of several dozen large birds who'd come to carry off my soul, but I also didn't get to beat the ever-loving shit out of several dozen large birds who'd come to carry of my soul.

Rescue cats. Rescued cats reproduce. Rescue more cats. Rescued cats reproduce. Resort to superhuman feats in order to keep the rescued cats fed. "Fite me!" "I have 52 cats." "please don't hurt me"

According to some very reliable sources, psychic powers are acquired by being invited to a "special school" and having your brain chopped up by government scientists who wear blue gloves.

That's a result of the transfer process. Transferred characters aren't physically moved, they're just copied, and both character order and creation date are shard-specific attributes. The character data is copied, a new character which is otherwise identical is created, using the copied data, on the selected shard, and the original is deleted. The timestamp on the transferred character is the date of the transfer, not the original creation date, because it's a newly created character on that shard.

It's not random. When the character slots file can't be written to, the server defaults to displaying characters by creation date. Make sure the file isn't set to read-only, make sure the drive that it's on isn't full or erroneously reading as full, and run a drive integrity scan (the file could be in a bad sector).

Contact: "Yo, Lumi, I have a fantastic mission for you! There's a huge outdoor map where I need you to go and arrest every bad guy. All of them. Every last one." Lumi: "Let's not, and say we did."

*imagines @lemming with a bunch of Bone Daddies floating around him*

I started having trouble sleeping when I was four years old. I'd wait until my parents were in bed, then sneak into the bathroom and read all night. I'd do that for three or four days in a row. When I slept, it was erratic, sometimes I'd nod off in the bathroom, sometimes I'd fall asleep in class. As I grew older and had to factor this in with having a job, I "dealt" with it by taking night shift work whenever I could and sleeping when I had to. Lost a couple of good jobs because I couldn't manage my sleep properly, too. It took almost 45 years to resolve the problem. I rarely allow myself any caffeine after 3 in the afternoon now. I have two cups of coffee when I get up, and I have two cups at 1 in the afternoon to stave off the mid-day nap ambush. Even with the early afternoon coffee, I'm close to dozing frequently, but I'm not laying down for a "quick nap" and waking up four hours later any more. If I can't shake the sleepies in the middle of the day, I get up and do something, anything, to stay awake. Sleeping in the middle of the day makes it harder to sleep at night, so I don't let myself do that. I spend a lot more time doing physical things than I used to. I work at three farms, a grocery/general store, and sometimes help a friend with catering (it sounds like a lot, but i only work a few hours each day, rarely more than 20 in a week), and all of them require physical exertion. At home, I cut and split my own firewood, bring water up to the cabin, go for walks in the forest or work on improvements to the cabin. I'm not constantly working, I spend a ridiculous amount of time playing games, watching movies and reading, but after I noticed how well I slept after getting out and doing things, I started making it a point to spend enough time every day doing something physical. My lifestyle probably isn't directly comparable with yours, but the point is, I found that physical activity helped settle my sleep schedule. Instead of being tired because I was bored (mind-tired), I became tired because I was exerting myself (body-tired), and that's the kind of tired that makes it easier to fall asleep and stay asleep. Go jogging, or even just walking. Work out. Swim. Start a kitchen garden. Stress played an enormous part in my insomnia. I have social anxiety disorder. Going to work stressed me out. Going grocery shopping stressed me out. Ordering a pizza stressed me out. A big part of why I live in this cabin now is because I couldn't live that way any more. Not being in a constant state of anxiety has definitely made it easier to fall asleep and stay asleep. Find the stressors and deal with them. Have sex. Or masturbate. Getting your rocks off is scientifically proven to improve sleep. So get your swerve on, even if it's with Rosy Palm and her five sisters. Make sure your bedding is comfortable. Most people don't think about their bed, the blanket(s), the pillow(s), they just use what's at hand and assume that's all there is. If you're not comfortable in bed, though, you're not going to sleep well. Try a firmer or softer mattress. Add another pillow, or take one away. Another blanket, or just a sheet. Sleep naked, then fully clothed, and figure out which gave you a better night's sleep. Maybe just flip your mattress, it could be all you need to give you some good sleep. Loneliness can kill sleep as much as any other kind of stress. If you're sleeping alone, get a body pillow. Or a love doll. Just having something to throw a leg over, wrap an arm around, snuggle up against, can make it easier to sleep, and we don't all have a spouse or SO to do that with. No shame in taking door number two. I'm broke, I'm cold, I need a bath, but I'm going to sleep like a boss after I post this. Right now. G'night.

The Secretary of Defense would be legally permitted to recall Sam Wilson to active duty. That's not a comic book trope, it's a real law, so despite Wilson being retired from military duty, he's in the same boat as Rhodes.

This doesn't sound like a costume toggle, it sounds like switching between two costume slots, same costume items on both, one set to maximum height and the other set to minimum height.

Gives you that temporary base where he hangs around, waiting for you. Even puts it on your map. In other words, he shows you where the G-spot is.

Kinetic Melee with 2x animation times.