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Promises, promises.:-)

Make their experience positive by showing patience, generosity and plain ol' good manners (I could say this about all PUGs in general, of course--especially since I've run into a few more examples of the opposite of late).

Ah! Another story idea!:-)

That "film criticism" encounter made me lol.:-) And I had no idea Double Indemnity was a book (and that the author also did Mildred Pierce and The Postman Always Rings Twice). I feel edumacated!

First time out of AP, on what I think was my 2nd character (on any MMO) ever. Zoned into KR via tram. Bounded off the Tram, starting running toward the Detective contact that just popped up, and... I suddenly get hit by electric bolts coming from somewhere. No travel power, no idea of the geography of the zone. Didn't think about tabbing targets. So I just bound around - like I'm playing "the ground is lava!" - until I fall over a fence and just die, never engaging with - never even seeing - the stupid clock spawn that's always lurking around the power station/culvert area there. Pretty sure I gave some witnesses an awesome show of noobness, though.:-)

Same here, obviously.:-) I also avoid Shadow Shard arcs and Croatoa. So....I'm thinking my impending Kheld might have an interesting path to tread.:-)

Well...I'm obviously on board with this.:-)

While reading this thread, and ruminating on what I've yet to do, it just occurred to me: I've played exactly one Kheldian (and for less than 10 levels). So...I guess I know what to do next (especially as they're supposed to have their own storyline?)

I just hate Freaks. I feel about them the way others feel about Warriors -- pointless and stupid. And yet, there they are. All over the place. I'd personally like to get rid of them, but I have no basis to justify the suggestion, other than my unending, irrational hatred for these stupid, dumbass, piece of s*** m**********rs.:-) (pst...I do not like them) That said, I'd not replace anything. I'd update nearly everything, expanding "horizontally" (telling more stories within the level bands these groups inhabit). I'd develop more synergy between groups and their agendas. I mean, they all should be united in kicking the good guy's asses, right? Anyhoo, as to the question at hand: UPDATE: Another vote for Council in endgame mode (MOAR GIANT ROBOTS!) UPDATE: Another Legacy Chain vote. . What happened to them after they were smashed to bits? Surely there were some survivors. Wouldn't they try, try again - maybe compromise their principles a bit, due to the mission and the environment? Adopt an "ends justify the means" approach? Was going to mention our favorite plant blob thingees, but this: ...is better than any suggestion I could make. This one is interesting... ...but problematic. As already stated: Arachnos is too deep in lore to extract. And Malta actually causes some players to pause when they appear (gd Sappers...). That said, I feel like you can layer in this proposed group over the top of what's already here. Schisms in both Arachnos and Malta, leading to a strange alliance, ultimately headed toward a collision as they achieve their ends (Okay, now that we've one, WE'RE in charge- not you.). That could certainly make a cool endgame arc. I mean, I assume it would. I don't play a great deal of endgame content, so I'm probably the wrong person to comment on that.

That sounds about right. I’ve been caught in the middle of them a couple times. I sorta like them. Reminds me of dem old daze, when I’m sitting there between solo mishes and boom—bunch purps roll by from someone else’s high level mish. I imagine we get less of these since regular mishes aren’t run as much?

I have 1 L50 on Torch and he’s not optimized (he’s a trad leveled toon). But I could port one of my others from Excel over. I have a couple that don’t get much run anymore. I’ll look out for ya mayhap!

Usually start around 7:30 am EST. I run on Excel and Torch.

Actually, I might've been thinking of Synapse and not Pos. The teams so seldom bother fighting them, they're pretty much inconsequential.

Not unless he was talking about ambush spawns, which happen in Pos (clockwork). I. Any recall if any other TF spawns them. ‘Course, you can just run away from them.

Fridays just happens to be when on. Forgot to add that to my info, above.

Is there anybody else out there that runs in the morning? Specifically Eastern standard time, US? I’m usually on early in the morning here for a few hours. I’d be nice to have a regular crew for that (although I know it’s unlikely.)

Greetings out there, Riders! If anybody happens to be a “day runner” I plan to be online Friday morning, per usual. Always up for missions. I’ll likely be on Thursday evening too so if you’re out there hit me up!

You had lips? Wouldn’t THAT be Great. 🙂

You had a notebook? We had to bind our pages together with other pages. And the paper was sharper back then, so we cut ALL our fingers. And the paper was dipped in alcohol, so it burned to bind the papers to the papers. But we did it. And we were THANKFUL for it.:-)

Well...we know what THIS means. (Securing my place in the bunker as we speak...):-)

+1,000.

EVILLLLL BAT (continued) Day Grrrrrrr…(‘cause I’m:) EEEEEEEEEEEVIL…(cough) illll…illl…illl…i…{aheam} Our juant to the dark side turns sojournish, as the ol’ Bat ponders his next move. After making dozens of belts out of the Snakes (Why not salvage body parts? I’m EEEEVIL.), I ditch the silly helmet and red Vigilante togs for something more apropos: Yeah…see what happens when you f*** with Nicky Santoro? You get…Hm? Nicky Santoro got beat to death and thrown in a hole then buried alive?...I see…Okay, then: see what happens when you are Nicky Santoro and I’m..those other guys?...Yeah, I THOUGHT so. You’ll notice I got the helmet off. Managed to find this high tech solution called Vaz-o-leen or something. Slid right off. Yeah, my hair is a bit slick right now, but, eh, whaddaya gonna do? (Me? Wait for it to dry..it’s been 6 and a half days…we’re getting there.) Speaking of getting there, the architecture here is something else. Some highlights on my hop, skip and lurk to Mr. Flashbacks: Yeah, so uh, this Gozer the Gozerian, he a nice guy or what? By the way, things are SUPER cheap over here? Ever wonder why? Who knew? Soooo..what shall we do? Hmmm…I’m looking for someone TRULY villainish. Like, the inside of the villain pie. Not the crust, because all villains are crusty as hell. No. Someone with substance. Like maybe… This pissed off dude… I love how certain Redside is. They’re WRONG (no wonder they get punched a lot). OFF WE GO! FOR EEEEEEVIL (a small dose-not enough to sway me forever). We head to the ironically-named Mercy Island, seeking to boot the ‘Bow out their base. And such. As long as the alliteration announces all our, er…aaantentions (egad…I’m a blithering blatherskite now). As I head to Merk, by way of Cap and Ferry, I buzz by the local suppliers, who work out of trucks, rather than those stupid WW domes (ahhhh…the smell of diesel…it…sucks, actually). We peruse their wares, and I’m thinking villains have to be prepared for all SORTS of strange eventualities: Hmm..I’ll take…1 ancient urn…2 Clockwork torsos…And how about you toss me some of those 40-watt speakers there? Oh -- and half a barrel of radioactive waste, please. Thanks…Got any donuts? More irony in irony land: Yeah, I’m coming to kick your a**, using one of YOUR jetpacks...Okay, it’s ALMOST your jetpack…It’s red & white, okay? So, after diving in, I’m thinking, my employers are REALLY bringing me along slow: Wow...one punch…I feel this may not be an adequate test of my abilities. Further, if I may ask: How about we talk to these guys? I can glare them into coughing up info! No? Okay then how about… …THESE guys? I mean, we already have them. Further, couldn’t we: -just send in all THESE guys? I mean, they’re not doing anything. And these Longbow guys seem to be REAL pussycats, so…(sigh) Ooookay. The usual way it is! ([sigh] Recluse has hired like, 10 thousand Bebops and Rocksteadies, man) Okey-doke, so: Kuzmin is sending me after some stupid, frilly hero named Golden Palm, who's known for staying in the bathroom a REALLY LONG TIME (or maybe not, but, really - GOLDEN palm?...dude…Don't you know me? You're just asking me to go there). In keeping with the upbeat atmosphere here, my appropriately-named mish is: That’s nice. But really, granny - how many times have I asked you to stop naming my msissions? (thanks for the cookies, btw) Off we go to question prisoners. Evidently the ones I laid out like Sunday school clothes on the bed earlier. Or…something like that. I notice that, when negotiating while Redside, we don’t just ease into it: Nothing about offering cake or bacon. (Do these guys know ANYTHING about human nature?) After I describe in painful detail how I’ll be enjoying bacon and he won’t, Mr. Law-and-Order-and-Semi-Justice coughs up the info: Actually, it’s the info and a plan I can follow. I feel like they didn’t screen very well when hiring this dude… I stealthily make my way to the Technician’s Streetfood Convention (seriously…they’re everywhere). I know that, as a villain, I should avoid witnesses, so I very carefully… NO WITNESSES! STRIKE!...er, NO MORE THAN 4 WITNESSES! STRIKE! Now to set some bombs! Once again: NO WITNESSES! er…VERY FEW WITNESSES! (What are you staring at, mister? Nothing to see here. No, these aren’t detanators they’re…old Sega controllers…yeah…) So, I set the bombs, and…well.. Evidently I had some issues with the timers. Yessiree Kuz. It won’t be a problem ANY more. Neither will the Vasoline in my hair. Yeah, it’s...all on fire…I…no longer have hair…or a face…Fine, thanks for asking… Thankfully, Ms. Facemaker remakes my face. I’m as handsome as ever (which…is not that much, so…refund?) I call in to Kuzmin, thinking, SUCCESS, BRO! But, no: You’ve got to be kidding…I gave up my hair for the WRONG BASE? (sigh) Turns out that was just A base. This is THE base: Doesn’t ANYBODY care what happened to my hair? Fine! You’ll pay for that! We’re mixing it up, and Longbow maître d' is like “CHECK THE LIST!” (What, do I need an invitation?) FYI: while you fight the reception team to get their togs, the desk phone rings the whole time (*it really does…nice touch). Soooo: Yeah, this is Bat..senson. Batsenson…I’m new…A Villain? Um, yeah,there WAS one here, but…they’re on the list? (click)...oops… FYI: Longbow seems a bit disorganized: Guys…really…if you want to stop someone, maybe, I dunno, cover the whole door frame? Hey, there! Nuthin’ to see here. Just lookin’ for ol’ Golden Palm…He in the bathroom maybe? I play the sneaky snake, walk right past GP and his LB buddy, where I cleverly set my plan into motion… Gently...gently… Wow…That was quite the explosion. Ooh! Guns! I’ll play! Ambush breatup, then we run into this guy on the way out: You know…I kinda want to leave you to die. That color scheme is freakin’ hideous man. Yeah, yeah, I save him. I mean, this villain thing? It’s only temporary. (That’s what YOU think, Devil bat…) What? Who’s that? (Me.) Who? (Me! As in you! [sigh] I’m your inner dark voice.) Yeah? Well…whaddayou want? Kuzmin’s waiting on me. (I want…YOUR SOUL!...and a breath mint) Um…I’ll see what I can do. (Good! And make it Andes candies, please. Yorks are too harsh). Eh…will do… (Thank you. We'll meet again! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA {KAFF!} HA!) **POOF!** ...Okay, Hell with that. He’ll eat what I give him. I check in with my boss. He’s giddy! (or maybe sullenly gleeful?) Oh, are you? I can answer where I’m going right now, brutha: SUMMER’S NOT OVER! I KNOW IT ISN’T! (Pst...Devil Bat. It IS.) Shut up! I'm not crying, you're crying! (sniff)

You can ask a GM for more. I have, and they've been kind enough to say yes every time.

…so…this IS an actual question…okay…

Be advised. It's L10-14. Depending on your AT/powersets, you may want to pack some insps. No notes this time. It's not a complex arc at all. Thanks in advance, Crane