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"I miss the old days," grumbled Chris as he tried to stop himself vomiting. "No dimensional travel, no Nazi robot legions, no strange telepathic terminology... Good old days. Now I think I need some food. I'm not sure the food from there crossed over. If it didn't, that'll look... ick."

Geckoman will take part! For truth! Justice! Freedom! And to prove his ride is nicer than James's!

I'll probably be there, unless other commitments tie me up (see, Hallowe'en isn't just candy to some people, y'know. WANT ME TO PREACH!? SCREW YOUR NON-HEATHEN CANDY )

So would I, but starting uni, half of my laptop keyboard dying and a horrific case of flu aren't helping. ;)

Difference being, Warhammer kinda sucks without figs. D&D... heck, we use a grid and pennies covered in paint. The miniatures game never appealed to me, although it still works out cheaper half the time even buying multiple packs to get that one specific figure.

I used to play, but stopped when GW upped prices and decided it despised its older customer base.

"I recreationally drop off buildings, get shot, stabbed and blown up and then sometimes get shot again for good measure. Oh, and was once targetted by sexual predators. I don't want her near all that stuff. Maybe I'll tell her eventually, but not at the moment." "Besides," he said, sticking his tongue out. "At least she doesn't vanish at superspeed to avoid me"

This is why wall-crawling is lame compared to all you guys' powers.

Chris appeared in the doorway. "You know how long it takes to walk to your house, dude?" he immediately griped to Eddie. "I had to go see Liz off to visit her mom, but can't fly since I still haven't told her I'm Geckoman. Sucks." He looked about to see all the instruments. "Damn. And I forgot my harmonica."

Arrowhawk Star Crossed Lovers Knights- Fallout Geckoman Delivery at Pier 18 Need to update Genderswitch Sweet Sixteen Morning in America Birthday at the Park Shell Shock

Geckoman kicked one of the gang in the face, ducking the knife of another and kneeing a third in the groin as he came up again. However, the fourth and final member of the gang had got behind him, and Chris found himself being spun around and pinned to the wall. Luckily, at that moment, all five men, gang member and superhero alike, turned their heads slowly to the East. "Is that what I think it is...?" "Oh, c'mon bro-ther!" Geckoman managed to slip away among the cheers and sounds of car horns honking.

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Chris rolled forwards over the fence and ran at full-tilt towards the slide, meaning to scale it. "Psyche! Any way you can block their mind control? If I can get up there," he shouted as he ran, "I can easily subdue them!"

Arrowhawk laughed in Ace's face. "'I'm older, so I'm wiser'? Good counterpoint. Very well thought-out. It's a pity I can't find that's rat's arse to give you as a prize." He turned his back on the much older man. "Arrogance left me lying half-dead in a crater I made myself. Forgive me for not having it at my favourite attitude problem." "The point of this was to reconcile, not suggest incarceration. Noticed the lack of progress, and while I'm as much to blame as everyone else, I'm not going to apologise for getting angry at some old man telling me my attempts to redeem myself personally are immoral."

Arrowhawk hurled off his cowl and threw it in the corner. "Have we met before? Wait, no. You do not know me. And frankly?" He took a few steps forward. "Sit idly by? You're damn near a century old, Ace, and yet... At the risk of sounding arrogant... I could defeat you. And I do look my age, as is evident. All of us show more dedication than the unaging man who spent his years with beauties on his arm. You've been around so long, and accrued so many skills, but what marks have you left for people to remember you for? Maybe we could do more, don't misinterpret me, but you're the last person able to point it out in this room." He took another step towards Ace. "You're entitled to your opinion, yes. Entitled to condescend to any of us, when you're just as guilty? That just makes you a hypocritical arsehole."

Gecko-infra-low-light-vision-Notice, engage! (1d20+5=11)

The Legacy Virus was a GM Fiat plot device, anyway :P

Arrowhawk cocked his head to one side as Ace tried to condescend to him, and stood up, the chair flying back. "I think you've missed the point of the running, Mr Danger. You expect me to whine and angst over this? Well, I'm not going to. I'm not moronic enough to think that sitting in a prison cell crying and wallowing in self-pity can in any way begin to make up for this, and in any case it wouldn't hold me. What will even begin to go near trying to make up for this is staying out there, doing what I can and trying to be better than I have been. So don't you dare try to understand how guilty I am, because you don't know me." He then spun and turned to Scarab. "No. Just no. Avenger's right. Maybe he's a vampire, and shouldn't have hidden that fact, and I will be checking on him. That can be discussed later. But, in your own words, you disliked his plan to try and minimise bloodshed. Instead, you advocated killing every vampire in this city, despite the fact we evidently have the poster boy for vampires not always being evil standing in the room. I accidentally killed two people because I flipped out. You deliberately wanted genocide. Find a cure, find a way to control them. Don't wipe out people for being something they can't help." Finally, he spun to Dark Star. "I'm sorry I caused all this. I respect your views, even if I dislike them. But, really, this will make or break us. If we can get all these issues out and survive as a team, it'll be for the better. If we don't get it out, the ill-feeling will fester into outright hatred."

I'm not sure you can use Diplomacy on PCs.

Heh. Doesn't matter much. No fixed address and a back-up identity back at home. Arrowhawk slid his hand back under his cape in case anyone objected violently. "Well, I told you my identity to begin with, so I may as well stay for the long haul," he considered carefully, "Besides, it's not like my civilian identity is important enough to matter." There may be objections to my pointedly ignoring the explosion issue, but they're not the ones who have to live with the guilt, so what do I care?

That implies 'formal English' should be the standard. When, really... informal slang is English every place except schoolwork and formal letters.

Hello, Device structure. Have we met? If something is your entire schtick, it's a Device. If you buy it as Equipment, sooner or later a DM is going to realise equipment is so cheap because it can be taken away at any time (and for that discount, should be). i.e. your entire schtick is that you can lose your whole schtick at the DM's whim.

Magni be a playa

Isn't "all his equipment is standard except it all isn't" a bit of a contradiction in terms? And when he has sub-machine guns at Blast 5 (Autofire 2) instead of Blast 4 (Autofire 1), his Sniper Rifle is Blast 7, not 5 and he has Fragmentation grenades at 3 ranks higher than equipment listings. So, while I'm willing to admit it's closer to basic equipment, it's still considerably more souped up than a normal example of the same weaponry in the book.