Luminara

There's a marked difference between "He's a tall, dark-haired, Caucasian guy", and "He's a tall, dark-haired, Caucasian guy who Lois Lane referred to as 'Clark'". Presuming Metropolis has a population of ~8.5 million, the former describes several hundred thousand men in the city of Metropolis alone, and tens of millions across the United States. The latter narrows the list down to fewer than 65,000 in the entire nation, only a few dozen within Metropolis, and likely fewer than five associated with Lois through family, friends and co-workers. The police officer who was standing next to Lois when she started shouting "CLARK! CLARK!" could've had his full name, home address, place of business, everything, within minutes after a simple NCIC search. Lois revealing his first name was akin to Alfred running after Batman in the middle of a crowded street, yelling, "Master Wayne, Master Wayne, you forgot your Bat Shark Repellent!"

The worst part of Snyder's LL wasn't the casting, it was the writing. Not saying that Eisenberg wasn't horribly miscast, but taking Superman's arch-nemesis and turning him into a petulant, yammering idiot, that was too much to swallow. What hurt even more was Luthor somehow uncovering the identities of both Batman and Superman, and instead of reporting them to every government, news agency and criminal group on the planet, which would've resulted in Wayne being financially ruined and actually living in a cave instead of just working out of one, and Superman having to take his mom and hide in the most remote location he could find... dude tries to make them beat each other up. And while I'm angry, why the FUCK did they have Lois shouting "Clark!" when Supes was resurrected? COME THE FUCK ON! She's yelling his name in front of people, it's not going to take much dot connecting for anyone to figure out that the 6'1", dark-haired superhero named Clark is the 6'1" dark-haired reporter Clark Kent. Oh, no, wait, that's right, no-one in the Snyderverse has more than two motherfucking brain cells, which is why LL's attempt to frame Superman by shooting people was supposed to be believable. If I ever meet the jackasses who wrote that shit, I'm going to smack their heads with a pile of forensic science books. Okay, I feel better. Lunch?

The last Reed Richards was ripped apart when he tried to stretchy-grab Scarlet Witch (second Doctor Strange film), so "world's smartest man" might not be the most applicable title. Probably okay if he doesn't look super-nerdy.

According to... my assistants, who totally aren't cats, scent-marking the screen will significantly increase the speed of processing. Uh... with your face. Scent-marking with your face, not the other way. Lower that leg. Lower it. I'll get the spray bottle, so help me.

Already in the game. Enemy groups have Origins and drop enhancements appropriate for their Origins. If you want Natural enhancements, fight enemies like Council or Warriors. If you want Magic enhancements, fight Circle of Thorns. Et cetera.

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."