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Donations always close before I get to donate! Bah! I guess I should consider myself fortunate to have such a generous community!!!

I like the new forums. They feel shiny and I get little beep boop for notifications.

I'm here to bump this thread for a similar issue.

Cool! Nice work : - ). Also very creepy.

Petless Merc/Sonic MM go.

+1'd, here.

Your gifs always make my day, Healix. Also that sewer base is PHENOMENAL.

Virtueverse is still going. You may need to join their discord, though.

Just be careful with banter macros for the sake of...

I definitely think so. I suppose in a way we still got things like dual pistols/sword when you look at the Ninja Training powerset for blaster. Though with that said, it's not exactly simultaneous.

I think a lot of that stuff was canned during production, similar to how the game was originally built around reticle combat.

I like when the world feels connected so I generally like to include other's plots even in passive mentions in roleplay. Since I don't have as much time to be in game, I really don't mind discord RP whether it's full scale RP or just a summary of what our characters did and how they interacted.

Rain rolled off of the man and out of bed. She struggled to squeeze her jeans over her rear and buckle her pants before scraping her torn top off the floor and throw it on. The man, who was handcuffed to the bed with the sheets sprawled over his groin smiled like an idiot up at her. Rain always loved watching the doofy grin of someone who was about to be broken. "Wow. You're amazing." He laughed through a soft gasp, shaking his head. Rain pursed her lips and shrugged. "Yeah, wish I could say the same for you." She stated just above a mutter. "What? I thought you were having a good time. I saw your eyes roll and eve -" "And why do you think that is? Your dirty talk was on par with a children's cartoon villain." The man's smile dissipated and he frowned softly. "Well, I can try harder next time". This caught Rain's attention. She turned and smiled, kissing him on the forehead, staining it with a red lipstick mark, just as she had his torso. "Awww. Cute. Next time." She repeats after him through a snorting giggle. "Heh. Well. Can you get me down?" "Down? I already got you up, I have to get you down, too?" The man laughs and points a finger with as much freedom as the handcuffs allowed him. "Funny girl. No like...Can you uncuff me?" Rain swiped his wallet off the nightstand, as well as dug out his pack of cigarettes and stuffed them into her pockets. "Mmn..." "H-hey! What do you think you're doing?" "Oh, I know what I'm doing." She smiled back at him, offering a wiggly fingered wave as she left. "Oh, and to give you a preview of what you could've expected from next time..." She popped a gag in the man's mouth, listening to his muffled screams of protest. She boops his nose and leaves, not bothering to lock the door. She had a meeting in about three minutes and she was a driving distance of thirty away. So in reality, she had about two minutes and fifty five seconds to spare. She bought her coffee and cheap shitty hotdog from the vendor in St. Martial. Ugh. This hotdog had RANCH on it. She didn't order that. She rolled her eyes as she tossed it over head, allowing the wailers to kill each other over it. She took off running, being sure not to spill her coffee on the way. This means she arrived fashionably early with a second to spare. She sat upon the window seal of the executive's office of the building belonging to the Horizon corporation. A man with some sort of Daft-Punk wanna be helmet sat patiently in his chair, observing his watch. Rain clicked her tongue, as if to beckon a dog. The man turned, jumping slightly as Rain waved. "What." Rain greeted him. "What?" Rain shrugged with annoyance. "What. What do you want to hire me for?" "Are you-" "Runway." She forced a smile. Somehow along the way, she acquired a pair of sunglasses. "Well...." The man displayed a picture of one of the building walls. It appeared to have been tagged by some graffiti. "The hell is this? Your kid draw this? I'll put it on my mini fridge." She cuts up. The executive didn't seem interested. "You're a light shove away from being the custodians' worry instead of mine" the man snarled underneath his mask. Rain leaned in just slightly. "Don't you -" A loud Arachnos flier flew overhead. "-ing threaten me, you hear me? There's a reason you hire the best." She leaned back, relaxing against the window as she took a sip from her black coffee. The man's knuckles paled as he tightened them. He took a breath and relaxed. "They go by the Shattered Seven; a group of Do-gooding vigilantes who believe they can make a change in the world. They seek to change the way heroing works - from a business back into a glorified idea. They're warriors who stand for the greater go -" "Oh my Godddddddd shut up shut up. You're basically giving them a handy right now." Rain groaned. The bodyguards in the room stood up from the wall, but the executive held out his hand to silence them. "How much would you require for their elimination?" "Dead or alive?" Rain grunts, turning her head towards the man. "The only one I want alive is Epilouge." "So like. The leader. Give me a run down. I think I remember the news report. Uhhh." She starts to count on her fingers. "Viper. Psiflare. Cyberwave. Rebelle. Scry. Devil Horns. Epilouge." "Very good. You're familiar with them." "Something like that. Leave it to me. Seven hundred grand, up front." "What?" "Up front." The man stepped forward in a challenging position. "Listen here, you harlot. You are in no position to make demands. You dirty my building's windows with your feet, you insult me in my office, you -" The man's bodyguards were suddenly sprawled out on the floor and the man himself was held by his neck up against his cracked wall, gagging for his life. He was slammed against the wall by Rain several times, who was biting her lip in anger hard enough for it to bleed before she threw him on the ground and fractured his ribs with a single kick. "Seven fifty up front." She walked across him and opened his office door. "Send your check to the Sinister Squad. Expect some lunchbags with some heads soon."

LOVE this, AA! I love all the personality between your characters and it's a treat to see a medium in which they can interact.

Thank you so much!!! There will be more to come : ). This'll likely just become the thread for Sinister Squad stories.

This is where we post stories revolving around our villain group, the Sinister Squad! Baron Deadeye was never a betting man. Like holding a pair of loaded dice, he always made sure fate played right into his hands. As the ferry departed from Grandville, the stench of the gutters grew less and less disgustingly potent. The Baron stood at the edge of the ship, pulling a pack of cigarettes from the coat pocket of his long duster. He took out his skull-engraved lighter (that he just so happened to snatch from a Bone Daddy) and took the first relaxing drag of the evening. He breathed out a foggy sigh as he could tell he was not alone. "Your boy Skorch didn't do so hot, huh?" An amused, callous voice chirped from behind the walls of cargo. A man dressed in a black and purple pinstripe suit exited from behind cover. He re-adjusted his black, cybernetic cyclops mask and walked over with a skip in his step to stand next to the Baron. The Baron possessively held his pack of cigarettes against him, which evoked a small chuckle from the mysterious man. "Oh, no. I don't smoke. I'm not a whore." His smile was almost audible. The Baron snarled and finally spat out his late retort: "Skorch didn't fail." He dug out a tablet from his other coat pocket, handing it over to the man in the suit. Upon the tablet was a Longbow insignia with a raised bounty - a Forty grand per capture bounty for every member of the Sinister Squad, as opposed to Arachnos' thirty thousand. An amused giggle escapes the man. "Oh, cheeky cheeky. You're raising the stakes. You know how to tease, but can you actually put out?" He passes the tablet back. The Baron scoffs. "I always get what I want." "And what of your dear friend Arbiter Eden? Did you not promise him the Squad's heads?" "Eden and I go way back - back to his days as a Tac Ops. Our relationship has never changed since then; purely professional. If he wants the Squad, he's going to have to offer more. Though something tells me Arachnos never intended on paying, anyway. They want this just as much as I do. They want the Squad to be made an example of." "Oh, but if they are by anyone but their own terms, they look weak. Are you sure you're ready to betray Arachnos so soon?" The Baron inhales the rest of his cigarette, puffing out three rings before flicking his dud into the ocean. "I'm a Gatecrasher, not a Gatekeeper." He almost smiles at that. Almost. Perhaps more so because now it was his turn to taunt. "I hear your kind didn't do too hot against them, either." "Oh, just the same as you. I disposed of some unwanted bodies and showed them that they're vulnerable. There's only...one thing." "What?" "We will pay you personally eighty thousand each for Squad callsigns: Aimbot and Ten, each." "Deal. What's the catch?" The man in the suit raised both of his hands defensively. "Oh, no, no, no. There's no catch besides that. I want those two secured for the Church of Nyx. If you do that, I will make sure the bounty spreads globally." And as always, fate played right into the Baron's hands. "You drive a hard bargain. I can see why Empyrean hated you." "Don't lie to me. Your soft, departed leader could not learn the meaning of hatred. He was so forgiving." The Baron clenches both of his fists. The man in the suit rolled his eyes underneath the mask. "Oh, forgive me for pushing a topic you yourself brought up." "We'll see. Is that all?" "Yes, our business is concluded. Just one teensy favor, if you may?" "What?" "Kill this body for me. I'm done with it. Just mind the suit, and fold it after. I'll be back for it." "My pleasure."

((If you want in on the plot involving the Shattered Seven and to stay tuned, join the discord! https://discord.gg/FSJ2Cfb ))

With such limited content (you can't tell me the issue 0/1 contacts are in any way decipherable from one another) there's only so many times you can go through the game the "legit" way. As long as someone is having fun and being kind to one another, I think any method of leveling is legitimate so long as it's not breaking the code of conduct.

My non-bio armor tanker just solo'd Adamastor in about five minutes. Tankers are having problems? News to me.

Would love this! +1

Thank you so much! And that's the Assassin's Strike animation for broadsword stalker.

I like what I like and it's EDGE

Makani/Devil Horns: When the junior hero known as Psy Kick went missing after involving herself in a case against a group of cyborg cultists known as the Benevolent Church of Nyx, she later emerged as the vigilante known as 'Devil Horns' in the Rogue Isles, having awakened to her demonic heritage as a half-devil. She serves as a menacing protector in the isles. Aimbot: That's why your brains have moral sense. A sense who's function is to distinguish between acts of right and wrong. With liberty to choose which of them you will commit. You are always choosing, and in nine times out of ten you prefer the wrong. There shouldn't be any wrong. And without your moral sense there can't be any. Nova, or callsign 'Aimbot' (sometimes referred to as Aimee) went on a hunt for her memories after being augmented by a cult society revolving around an ancient machine tree. After doing countless mercenary jobs and involving herself in numerous conspiracies all for naught, she's lost herself and dedicated her life to becoming the ultimate weapon. Fellow edgelords beware. Rook the Voided/Space Cowboy: How does one respond to the Space Illuminati kidnapping you to tell you that you're the genetic experiment to recreate a dead creator race's legacy? Rook felt the answer laid within plenty of gunshots, quantum blood magic, and stealing a high class stealth ship full of secrets alongside a bunch of escaped prisoners. His crew eventually took on oppressive governments and took fight to the Nictus, which he eventually followed to Earth. Having been on Earth for awhile now, he's taken up an occupation as a monster hunter. Mr. Buttons: Once a supervillain's death robot, Mr. Buttons is now a babysitter for hire. He doesn't do the killing thing anymore. 5/5 stars on yelp review. Empyrean (Merit): Once a boy wonder sidekick to the original Empyrean in the Fallen Stars vigilante supergroup, he has taken up the mantle of his fallen master and is looking to purge the isles of its sinister villains once and for all - especially the Sinister Squad. Word on the street is he's surpassed even his original master by obtaining Incarnate power. Well, he did - until the Sinister Squad killed him and several of his vigilante allies. He was later resurrected by the Vahzilok. With only a fragment of his soul in tact, he knows he needs to fight - but he isn't sure of what his fight is, anymore. Program: The Forgemaster, a supervillain and a master engineer, had a sprawling army of giant death robots with cool swords. He's been away for awhile now and most of his robots have been trashed or decomposed. One, however, seems to have a will of its own, and it doesn't seem to like anyone very much.