Moka

Titan weapons doesn't need a nerf.

I do like the idea of tankers offering team support, but I'm not quite sure how it would be implemented.

I don't understand what the argument about making them more "brute-like" comes from. What else was supposed to be modified for tanker? They do fine as a survivable class. They don't need boosts there.

After play testing, here are my thoughts: The damage bonus is pretty noticeable. I dispatch about the same rate as a low/mid tier scrapper. However, an aggressive brute is guaranteed to out damage a tanker. This does add a skill ceiling to brute that was not currently there before in order to "compete" with tanker. Herding is WAY easier thanks to the taunt bonus and I never lose aggro or face stragglers. Enemies stay right on top of me. Fighting the endurance bar is a thing of the past, and thankfully so. Tanker will not "invalidate" brute, and for once, this goes both ways. Tanker finally fills its niche - to TANK and keep tanking. Anyone saying tanker is too overpowered needs to play them for themselves. In this video I am playing a high tier tanker in terms of damage (radiation/titan weapons) and I still feel like I dispatched the mobs at a reasonable rate at most. This is of course with Musculature Alpha and the Assault Hybrid.

These tanker updates are PERFECT. This is exactly what tanker should have been all along.

Same here.

Makani, my Icelandic half-demon who's (trying) to be a superhero! She has an alter ego by the name of Devil Horns, who's a rough and rowdy vigilante, too.

No. This is separate.

Isn't that just a level 2 character?

I'd like to see an expansion in the difficulty settings. I second the "Incarnate difficulty" setting. I also would like to see new content, but I'm in agreement with Johua on dropping the Battalion storyline. I think the game needs to return to its Hero vs Villain roots. Edit: ASYMMETRICAL COSTUME PIECES

Honestly sounds like a fun time.

If it's doable in the creator, I don't see why not.

It's a shame we can't just have it so the aggro cap is situational to where it disappears in missions and not in zones haha. Of course that's asking for the impossible when it comes to the code.

Can we get rid of the aggro cap specifically for tankers?

You could post your villainous exploits in the "In the Papers!" Thread or run a few public RP AEs.

Villain groups should just be people doing things like making death rays and robbing banks. There's no room for "Let's all go say slurs in Atlas Park" because that's not only boring but really edgy and offensive.

If your villain group is including real life politics that's already a problem. I would say that's a problem for any group.

Sinister Squad rules heroes drool.

I'm just here to add a generic reply in support of unfixing the rage crash.

I was wondering the same thing.

Ten years ago, a tragedy fell upon several suffering souls. Sying ducked behind in an alleyway in a rural village in Taiwan as a missile barreled past her, destroying several cars. She coughed through the smoke and scurried further into the alleyway, making a sharp turn before calling out: "Raijin!" She screamed out, though her voice hoarse. "Raijin!" She repeatedly called the name for the little boy she lost. It was not her son, nor her brother. It was not even a family member. Well, not one in blood, at least. She felt herself slip, and then she fell forward, scraping her knees as her denim jeans ripped open and her black bomber jacket was stained with mud. She studied her reflection - already she had become a shadow of her former self. Her skin had turned a dark, sickly grey and her eyes were golden yellow. Her lips darkened into a roasted black. Consume. CONSUME. That is what the voices in her head demanded of her. But no, these were not her thoughts. Her thoughts, or what was left of the ones to call her own, were focused on finding Raijin. A loud booming voice screamed out over an intercom system hooked across the town. "Attention all citizens. We understand the demon threat. It will be neutralized. Please stay calm and seek out a shelter immediately. You will be vaccinated. Any persons caught assisting the demonic threat will be eliminated." Sying could hear footsteps. Soldiers were coming. If it wasn't soldiers, it was something much worse. Two men dressed in hazard suits aimed rifles towards her. She could hear the robotic mumbling from behind their masks. She was somehow fortunate that a horrifying gargoyle swooped down from a building to assault the soldiers, but she wasn't going to stick around to be the next meal. She abandoned the soldiers to their gory fate as she continued to flee through the alley and into the crowded streets. She pulled the hood up over her head and kept her head low, her long black bangs covering her eyes. She couldn't be noticed. Not at this stage. She watched as a woman played tug of war with a soldier over her baby, refusing to give them up. As the woman suddenly hissed and snarled, the baby was snatched from her arms and a bullet flew between her eyes, sending her body to the ground, and civilians scattering away from her in a panic. She had to focus. Focus, focus, focus. "Raijin!" Her voice grew more desperate as minutes turned into hours and she had only just exited the smoking city. Several grunting noises greeted her from the bushes. It was there she found Raijin, a small child no older than twelve curled up meekly into a ball. His black hair had mostly whitened and his pupils were slit. He rocked back and forth, not looking up. Nova squatted near him, wrapping her coat around him. "Raijin..." She whispers. "Hey. I'm so glad you're alr -" "I'm not alright. I'm a monster!" He muttered between sobbing breaths. Sying bit the inside of her cheek. "You're not a monster. Come on. Let's go. We need to find the others and get out of here. Come on." She attempted to give his arm a thug, but Raijin wouldn't budge. "Why bother? Zhang was eaten by demons and Li was shot by soldiers..." "And what? We should just die? Is that what they would want?" Raijin looks up, staring Sying in her vibrant yellow eyes. "We're already dead! Look at us! We're already demons! The next step is our minds! We're going to forget who we are! I see him in my dreams. I hear him in my thoughts...Tenebrae. Tenebrae. I don't want to be Tenebrae! I want to be Raijin!" He pleaded with shaking breaths. "We'll always be us. We'll -" "Easy for you to say. I'm going to forget mom and dad and then nobody will visit their graves." Sying was fine with forgetting her own parents. She tugged Raijin up and just started running. "We're not going back to the compound, are we?" Raijin asked, running his sleeve underneath his nose. Sying laughed bitterly. "Hell no. I don't know where we're going. Let's just run!" She looked back at Raijin, who's eyes were glistening with tears. "No more experiments! " She shouts out. "We're making a new home!” They ran for miles, and somehow never felt the sense of fatigue wash over them. It was perhaps adrenaline that kept them going. Or perhaps it was something more; freedom. A new beginning. Unfortunately, this world is just so cruel. They arrived at another settlement, which seemed to be completely deserted. Sying continued to lead Raijin along by the hand, keeping him close. They explored the small town. They looked inside a bar that seemed frozen in time, with no one there to finish their abandoned drinks. They walked through a video store that seemed to have been in the process of being looted, though turned at the sight of a bloody trail leading to the back room. They walked through a small, lovely park. The ducks were still frolicking about in the water. They sat for a long time together, and fatigue finally caught up, forcing the two to nap on a bench. They awakened to the sound of a loud nearby crash. It sounded like a car. Sying jolted to her feet, grabbing a groggy Raijin’s hand and bolted out of the park with him. Raijin could barely wake up before they were out of the park. “Wh – where? –“ Sying shushed him. Distant marching caused Sying to run even faster. Raijin fell and tripped, scraping his already scabby knees. Sying whirled back around to help him up and continue running. They couldn’t be seen by soldiers. As far as the world is concerned, they’re the enemy, now. Sying lead them inside an abandoned office building and up a long flight of what seemed like endless stairs. She didn’t dare to test what was left of the elevator. They stopped on the eighth floor. Sying rummaged throughout the cubicles for supplies, looking for anything to burn. Luckily, it was an office, so there was plenty of paper. She overturned a large trashcan and was able to start a ‘campfire’ of sorts by finding a lighter and lucky day for her, a pack of cigarettes. She took single long inhale from the cigarette before tossing it into the flame. She puffed out a cloud of smoke and rubbed her face. Night had fallen. Raijin wanted to ask what Sying’s plan was from here, but just by looking at her face and her blank, empty stare, he could tell she was just as lost as him. He simply snuggled up to her side and rested his head on her shoulder. She played with his thick, white hair. The two, once again, fell asleep. They had nowhere to run, this time. They woke up to the sound of munching and smacking. As they opened their eyes, they saw an enormous winged demon sitting in the middle of the room, staring straight at the two as he continued his meal; a leg. Sying felt her heart skip beats. She rose up, and as she did, the demon stopped munching. She started to sit down again, but as she did, she looked to Raijin’s face, and she stood up even straighter. The demon turned, obviously perturbed by the fact this strange human wasn’t showing fear. She brushed Raijin along. “Hide, and don’t look.” “But Sying –“ “Do as I say, dammit!” The demon, which looked like if some sort of pterodactyl had a prom night dumpster baby with Satan, bared its four rows of teeth as it opened its tendril-like mouth. As Raijin took cover and covered his closed eyes with his hands, Sying acted by taking their trash fire and muzzling the beast with it, pressing it into its mouth and attempting to lodge it into its throat. The beast wacked Sying aside with its tail and leapt towards her. Sying rolled to the side and scrambled to her feet, hoping it would play chase. Instead the beast opened its jaws and fired a great, big, beam from its mouth. Sying ducked, letting it fly over her head. The beam crashed through the wall, missing her. However, several flashlights and spotlights landed upon the area. Soldiers. “God DAMMIT!” Sying cursed, chucking a beefy computer box monitor into the demon. “Come on! Come get me!” She taunted it. The beast dove her way, and she leapt out of its dive. It scathed her, tearing her jacket and shirt and leaving a nasty gash on her side. However, as soon as the beast flew outside, it was pelleted by bullets. It immediately took a U-turn and zoomed back inside, to which Sying leapt on its back and began to strangle it with her legs and arms both, gearing it towards a wall where she repeatedly slammed its head against it, leaving several cracks and eventually breaking it open, before she would steer it over to the cubicles and have it stumble over them, forcing it to fall to its stomach. Sying rolled off the creature, but unfortunately, she rolled in front of its mouth. It took a chomp out of her right leg, biting it off at the knee. For whatever reason, Sying did not pass out on the spot. The shock and pain overtook her, and the world spun before her, but she needed to protect Raijin. The beast scrambled towards her, gnashing its fangs again and again. Sying backed up as fast as she could and found herself against a wall. With wailing breaths, she attempted to move to the side, but it was far too slow. She wrestled with the brute strength of the monstrosity before her, attempting not to be eaten. Hunger. Pain. Consume. She bit down on the demon’s neck. At first, she could feel her teeth nearly crack from its tough exterior, but as she took another go at it, it felt as soft as mashed potatoes. She cleaned right through its neck, taking bite after bite, ingesting the demonic flesh, no matter how bitter it tasted. And as she did, demonic vines shot from her stump leg, starting to form the shape of a new leg. It wasn’t long before she had completely beheaded the demon, and she stood victorious on a brand-new leg. As she went to look for Raijin, she turned, and saw him standing there, horrified. “H-how did you know to do that?” He asked with a shaking voice. “Raijin…I-It’s been a long past few days. I can explain i-“ “N-no…You’re a monster.” He started to back up. “Raijin, wait. Please!” She held out a hand, but Raijin backed up and ran for the stairs. “No, Raijin! Not the stairs! They’re – “ A platoon of soldiers burst into the room, surrounding Raijin with pointed guns. Sying attempted to run to tackle them, but was forced to the ground and held down, a gun pushed into her mouth. She reached her hand out to Raijin, who terrified, simply put his hands up. The soldiers started to lead him away, and before she could react, Sying saw a boot plant down on her face. And all was black. Present day. Aimee jolted awake, taking the knife she slept with and planted it into her bed sheets. Her hairless cat, Goblin, let out a deadpan meow with the same elegance of a frog croaking. She was sweating. This was unusual for her. That dream again. That dream where she consumed and consumed until…No, it wasn’t worth thinking about. She rolled out of bed and got dressed in her usual work attire. She had a long day ahead of her. As she left her room and entered the Sinister Silo proper, a supervisor rushed to her side with a digital tablet in hand. “Miss Aimbot! We have – “ “Aimee will do, supervisor.” “M-Miss Aimee – “ “Just Aimee.” “Aimee, we have new intel about this ‘Godbringer’. We believe he travels by sea on some sort of disappearing vessel.” “Perfect. What else?” “We have a recruit who’s looking to join the Squad. His name is the Dread Dragoon.” “Where does he wish to meet?” “Port Oakes – by the docks. Will you go alone?” “Yes.” “Are you sure?” “Don’t question me, supervisor.” “R-right.” The supervisor saluted Aimee and marched off to assume the rest of his duties. Aimee left the Silo and proceeded to leave the Sinister Swamp located within Nerva Archipelago, taking flying off the series of islands by jet-boots, and proceeded to make way to Port Oakes. She focused on her missions in order to not wrack her brain about her horrible dream. Why was it such an issue for her today? Dreams never concerned her. The stench of the docks greeted her far before the sight of it. Port Oakes had a certain smell to it that assaulted the senses in a way that says, ‘Welcome home’, much like a mother’s signature apple pie. Except it sucks. Port Oakes smells terrible and it sucks. She ran a scan along the docks, and soon picked up life signals. However, the life signal she picked up had an incredibly abnormal heart rate – and it wasn’t alone. She stealthily made her way about the docks, moving from behind cargo container to cargo container and past some slumbering Lost before she found a helmeted, armored individual laying on their side, panting heavily. Half his side was sticking out from behind a cargo container, and he seemed to be reaching for his discarded lance, that was halfway dipping into the murky waters. Aimee turned her head around the corner to see the vigilante ‘Devil Horns’, a fierce demon girl, devouring one of the man’s legs. She snapped her back to the metal sheet of the container, taking aim and firing towards the back of Devil Horns’ skull. Devil Horns shot up a fist bump, deflecting the bullet with an overgrown obsidian-like carapace covering her arm. “I’m sorry, did you want a bite too?” She turned her head, her mask pulled down to reveal her bloodied mouth, long forked tongue, and gnarly fangs. “I could always share, if you ask nicely. Shooting me is a bitch move, though.” She ungracefully dropped Dread Dragoon, who let out a grunt. “You…I thought Cesspit humiliated you, already.” Aimee spoke up. This didn’t seem like the same woman. Devil Horns stood to her feet, cracking her neck. “You a friend of his? – Oh. I know you. You’re one of the Sinister Squaddies.” She raises a stub-arm, long vine-like tendrils forming a new steaming arm and hand for her. “I guess this guy’s new blood. I thought he operated solo.” She snickered. “Oh, it makes sense such a piece of shit would be begging to be one of you. I bet he thinks he fell into a trap. He must really hate you.” Devil Horns then kicked Dread Dragoon into the water. Aimee drew her sword. Devil Horns raised her arms into a fighting stance and shifted her footing, as well. “I haven’t fought you, yet.” Devil Horns’ grin stretched wolfishly. “This will be no fight.” Aimee retorted. “Have some confidence in yourself.” “Perhaps I’ll take some of yours. You’re dripping with it.” As Devil Horns and Aimee rushed each other, a shockwave shook the docks, causing debris to fly through the air in a whirlwind. Devil Horns had hardened her hand to match the blows of Aimee’s sword. She continued to block and parry sword strike after sword strike, sweeping her leg to throw Aimee off guard and pin her to the docks. Aimee and Devil Horns wrestled on the ground until Aimee took advantage of the situation to wiggle herself free from the grapple. “Weren’t you a hero, once? Eating people…How monstrous.” “Shove it. I’ve heard this villainous speech a million times. You guys kill people en masse each of your missions, and you have the gal to call a little bit of lost flesh the work of a monster.” Aimee took to the air, landing suppressive fire upon Devil Horns, who was forced to raise her carapace arm as a shield. However, Aimee didn’t account for Devil Horns also having jet boots, which she stole from Dread Dragoon. The two continued their brawl in the air, tossing each other all over the docks and through the buildings. Neither relented from one another, lashing at each other through an epic hurricane of wooden splinters. Devil Horns eventually had the advantage, as the two came to a brawl inside some sort of abandoned laboratory within one of the dock houses. She slammed Aimee’s head into the pavement again and again and bent down and opened her mouth. “Maybe I won’t eat you if you ask nicely.” She taunted. She had no plans on eating Aimee, but Aimee didn’t know this. However, despite not knowing this, Aimee remained a proud bitch. “Fuck you.” She spat. Devil Horns raised an arm to strike, but found she no longer had it. Standing across from her was Denizen, the Sinister Squad’s signature ninja, who not only lobbed off Devil Horns’ arm, but had recovered Aimee. He threw down a smoke bomb and vanished with Aimee. “Why did –“ “Don’t ask questions. Next time, maybe don’t conduct these interviews alone.” “R-right.” “Don’t stutter. It’s not like you.” Aimee couldn’t help but manage a soft, bitter smile.

A road map would be cool. Haters can shut it.