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Hello everyone, or rather everyone who checks this. ? First timer here. Stumbled on it while looking for a pbp forum for M&M. I’m also on the Paizo forums. I joined a M&M 3e game there for the first time and took a liking to the system. I know this is a 2e forum but I thought I’d take a chance. That said, I have a few ideas but I know I’m gonna have a few questions too. The first one I have is if I wanted retractable blades on a battlesuit would that have to be a separate power? I’m not looking for it to add to the attack or damage bonus necessarily, just to change the melee attack from a punch to a slash as needed. Maybe have it apply Penetration when the blades are used? Second question, what would natural claws count as? Like say an alien race that have claws on there finger tips naturally, but not super strength or anything? I’m sorry if this these are noob questions, like I said, only my second time with the system, first time with 2e.

The Importance of Understanding Your Feelings Time: February 27, 2011 Place: Hughes Home Corbin had spent the last week being rather distant to...well, pretty much everyone. His parents, Quo-Dis, Blake, his other school friends, all of them had noticed he'd been quieter, more focused. Just not on school. He seemed to be living in another world. That wasn't to say he was cold or unkind; simply that he spent more time than usual on his own. Thinking, drawing, painting, or listening to music; one way or another, he was secluding himself. Today, he was in one of the top floor rooms of his family's home, listening to music on his iPod while painting slowly and carefully. 'Am I ready for this step? Do I really feel this way? Is it fluctuating hormones, or something more?' He frowned slightly as he tried to clear his head a bit. He was trying a sort of “stream of consciousness†painting; the goal was to almost let the brush guide itself, rather than have a starting goal. But this painting seemed pretty standard for him; rolling hillsides, some trees, a blue sky. But he still had almost half a canvas to work with still. Time would tell. 'She haunts my dreams. She consumes my thoughts. And maybe half of them are the kind that leave me needing a cold shower. In the other half-' He shakes his head, reaching down to crank up the music. He squinted at his work a bit. A beautiful sunrise had taken shape. And this hill on the left side seemed like it would be important. But why? 'I mean, just saying that word out loud is a huge step. Especially after I made a big deal out of it back in November! I mean, how do I know it's real, and not a moment's fancy?' He makes the final brush stroke, placing his tools to one side and sitting back to admire the painting. Which is of Quo-Dis, in a simple blue sun dress, standing on a hill, hair blowing in the breeze as she stares out of the painting, a smile on her face. The rising sun cast her in a slight golden light, and the rich green of the grass worked to help her stand out even more. She was in a post typical of herself, simultaneously confident and reserved. “That's it. I need to talk to dad.†With that, he took a moment to carefully file all of his supplies away, leaving the painting to dry; then, he walked out of the room, heading downstairs to find his father for a heart-to-heart talk. “What do you need, Corbin?†“Can we talk? Um, alone? Guy talk type stuff.†Corbin glanced at his mother, sitting next to his father at the casual dinner table. She smiled at the two of them, and made a shooing motion. “Go use the library. Both of you like thinking deep thoughts surrounded by books.†The two Hughes men gave sheepish grins, followed by near simultaneous shrugs. Albert stood, setting his paper down next to his empty plate from a light lunch. “Come on, son. We've got plenty of time.†It wasn't long before they were behind closed doors, with Albert taking a seat to one side, while Corbin paced lightly around the room. “When did you know for sure?†“Know what for sure?†Albert had an idea, but it was better to let Corbin talk it out. It would help the boy think things over again. “Know that mom was special. That she was “itâ€. That you wanted to do more than take her out to the movies and a few dinners. That you wanted something deeper with her.†“That I wanted something more physical?†Corbin blushed almost entirely red. “That's not-†“Not what your talking about, I know. It is sort of my business, though I think we've taught you all we can. It shouldn't be cheap, and it should be safe.†“No, I got that. I mean, that was embarrassing as hell, but I got the point.†“Good. As for what you probably meant...It's hard to say. It's not any one moment. We were a bit older, you understand. Though not by much; maybe a year and a half. Point is, I didn't wake up and say 'I love Sarah' one day. It was more that I realized I had for a while. It wasn't just about the physical things. I wanted to be there for her. I didn't just want to do things with her, I wanted to do things for her. I wanted to make her feel special. I wanted to care more about her than about me. I couldn't imagine not having her in my life. Not seeing her in my future. That's when I knew. That's when I was ready for the next step, in every sense of the word. Think about it a bit, son. If you're feeling that way, I wager you'll realize you have been for a bit.†With that, Albert rose, giving his son a quick hug before walking out of the library. Corbin stood there, mulling over his father's words. Slowly, a small smile came to his face. “He's right.†He pulled out his cell phone, quickly dialing Quo-Dis's number. “Hello gorgeous. Listen, will you be free in a week? I have a plan for a nice picnic meal on-campus, and I was rather hoping you'd join me...â€

Time: January 10, 2010 Place: Archetech The room was dark and quiet, mechanical humming and the whoosh of air recirculating the only noises that could be heard. Stesha lay on an uncomfortable bed, half-propped up by the lifting back and a couple of pillows. She looked at the blank screen in front of her, then over to Derrick where he sat on a stool next to the bed, and squeezed his hand. "I feel like we're waiting for a movie to start," she joked softly. He just smiled and brushed his lips across her forehead, even as the door to the hallway opened to let in light and the businesslike clicking of high heels. "Sorry to be a little late," Miss Americana told the couple, a white lab coat thrown on over her uniform. "You know how it goes, but I'm glad we didn't have to reschedule. I've been looking forward to this. Are you both ready?" "Absolutely," Stesha said with a grin. "I want to see who's kicking me all night... besides you, honey," she teased Derrick. He blushed. "You're certain there's no risk, right?" he asked Miss Americana. "Positive," Miss A assured him, sitting down on the opposite side of the bed and lifting up Stesha's maternity smock. "3-D ultrasound is just as safe as regular. We're just going to have a look." Stesha giggled as the gorgeous doctor poured gel lubricant onto her bare tummy. "It's cold!" she announced, shivering more with excited nerves than with the actual temperature. All eyes were riveted to the screen the moment Miss A picked up the wand and began applying it to the taut skin of Stesha's abdomen. "Oh..." Stesha murmured softly as the picture came into focus, her fingers clasping Derrick's. "Look, it's our baby..." At this stage, the newest member of the Lumins family looked a lot like something Dark Star might have encountered out in deep space, with a head half the size of its entire body and eyes that dominated the top entire half of the head. The surprisingly detailed picture showed the baby's tiny hands up in front of its face, its eyes closed. As they watched, one infinitesimal thumb went into the mouth. Stesha cooed, and Derrick wiped his eyes with a tissue. Miss Americana flipped a switch, and the quiet room was suddenly filled with a quick galloping noise. "Heart sounds good," Miss A told them. "You can keep watching while I move the wand around for some measurements. I've got a pretty good guess as to the sex, unless you want it to be a surprise." Stesha looked over at Derrick, her own eyes wet as she smiled at him. "We want to know," she said definitely. "I've been bursting to know for weeks! How can I get started on the serious shopping otherwise?" "Fair enough," Miss A acknowledged. She captured a picture of the screen, moved the wand a little, repeated the process. "The little one's not shy, that's for sure. Unless I'm very much mistaken, and I rarely am, you all are having a little girl." She smiled a little at Stesha's cry of delight and kept taking measurements while the couple took in the news. "A little girl," Stesha sighed dreamily, looking at the screen. "Somehow I was sure she was going to be a girl. Look at her, isn't she beautiful?" "Just like her mother," Derrick agreed, his voice thick with emotion. He leaned in and kissed her again, for once not seeming to care that anyone saw. "She's perfect." "She's mad," Stesha told him with a breathless laugh. "She's kicking the probe. I don't think she likes us messing with her." She rubbed her stomach above the gelled area, lightly and reassuringly. "It's all right, baby," she told their agitated daughter. "We can see how pretty you are now, we'll let you go back to sleep soon. We love you so much! I can't wait till we get to see you face to face." Stesha lay back and looked at Derrick, swamped with euphoria and love. "I guess it's time to start thinking about names now, too!"