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  1. Well I would like to say I got some really good reason for not posting, but I don't. I kind of don't really want to play my char as much (I got reasons but they are kind of crappy). I mean I'll be back, I always come back, I'm just not sure when. I agree with the proposed rules and recommend you begin recruiting if you can find others. Till then place me on backup. Hopefully I'll be back within three months. Once again sorry all. Also I don't really know what happened to ex3.
  2. Ok will Power Attack and ALL out attack. This leaves me with +3 to DEF but brigns my ATK bonus back to +8 +5 so it si 13. Woot http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2352918/ Ok so I I rolled a 20. So the DC is 32. 12+15+5. whooo.
  3. All-Star hit the ground hard, getting a mouthful of dirt. He heard Jack shouting and felt a little sick. The guy was half dead and putting up more of a fight than he was. He staggerrd to his feet ready to unleash his anger on the giant monster, only to see it fall on its face as Colt peppered its back with bullets. Still furious All-Star released his pent up rage on the nearest demon. He hit the creature so hard he launched it over the horizon.
  4. The world hurt. Opening his eyes was like stabbing them with rusty syringes, but All-Star did it anyway. He flexed his muscles, and pain shot up to his brain. But he clamped down and staggerd to his feet. He almost passed out again. Had he just gotten his ass kicked? He snorted. Unlikely. He found he had the strength to fly and floated a little to get his orientation right. He saw Grim and Colt going towards the demons. Were they the only two Interceptors who made it? God, he had thought he would save the world. But it just looked like he would get a front row seat to the end. He didn't have much strength left but he would use what little he had left. He shot directly towards the horde. I hope you bastards choke on me.
  5. Ok some edits to All-Star I want to spend 8 of my unspent power points. First I want to up spend 1pp on the feat: Interpose. Then I want to place 4pp into his blast array so it looks like this Blast 12 (High Energy Stream/Energy; Extras: General Area Shape-able; Flaws: Distracting; Power Feats: Progression 4 [140 ft total])[28/28pp] AP: Blast 13 ( Plasma Blasts/Energy ; Extras: Penetrating 11; Flaws: Distracting; Power Feats: Accurate 2, Precise 2) [28pp/28pp] AP: Enhanced Strength 20 (Energy Infused Muscles; Extras: Penetrating 8) [28/28pp] Then I want to put 2pp into his Enhanced Con to get this: Enhanced Constitution 20 ( Extras: Impervious Toughness 8)[28pp] Then I want to add another AP to his Blast Array: AP: Snare 12 (Ice Breath/ Cold; Extras: Cone Area; Flaw: Distracting; Power Feats: Progression 4 [140 ft total])[28/28pp] I'm going to hold unto the last point, though I think it might already be spent on the Interceptors HQ. Done by Sandman XI. Though I clarified the Penetrating and the Blast and Flight Array
  6. For the record I'm not down. Someone *cough* was supposed to do a team up attack with me, but it is alas too late.
  7. Hmmm I suppose it has. Maybe we should have a christmas party. :D
  8. All-Star cleaned his ear with his finger. "Well thats good enough for me." Actually it was more of a promise than he had gotten form the other Interceptors, more than he had made himself. This guy was strange. He turned to Colt. "Well I'm wearing pants. Besides Blink was a soldier or soemthing right. I bet she checked out all kinda naked guys." He toweled down his hair as he spoke then smiled as he thought of something. "Unless she was in one of those all women units like in the shows that come on after 10pm." He nodded as he thought. "That would be hot. Gonna go hit the showers and make myself something to eat. He pointed at Electron. "Maybe you can tell me about this creator of yours. Later." Then he lifted slowly off the ground and flew away, thinking about a shrimp po boy.
  9. 24 - Jack 18 - Colt 14 - Blink 13 - Grim 11 - Razorwing 10 - All-Star 9 - Demons
  10. One large demon, who had dug its claws into the ground to keep form being blown away, reared up, glad to take the vampire lord's challenge. It towered over the assembled heroes. IT threw it's crested head back and released a powerful roar, that cut into a pained scream as it clamp it's hand on its neck. Black ichor poured down its shoulder as All-Star jammed a massive piece of the creature's own broken off horn into it's neck. The youth was a grisly sight. Horrific gouges criss-crossed his skin, and he blood seeped from large punctures, left by teeth. Black blood stained every unmarred inch of skin. It congelad on his arms and clotted in his hair. One of his eyes was complete shut. His wide grin was made monstrous by a jagged tear in his lower lip. He gave a wild scream as he tired to jam the horn deeper. He was snatched out of the air by a taloned hand, and slammed hard enough into the ground to make the earth tremble. Before he could think to struggle, a massive fist engulfed his upper body hammering him into the ground. The immense pressure squeezed the air of of his chest, but he could not open his mouth to scream. Then it stopped. All-Star opened his good eye to see the demon raising its massive fist again. It seemed to take forever to fall. A scaled appendage the size of small car. It hammered into him again. Somewhere in his body something popped. When he opened his eye his was being lifted into the air. He had blacked out. His body was strangely numb. THe demon reared back and hurled All-Star at the mansion. He collided with a tremendous thwack and and bounced off. Landing in a heap. Right in front of Razorwing.
  11. 1d20+12=19, 1d20+12=17, 1d20+12=19, 1d20+12=20 wow did not get over 10 once so 8 wounds.
  12. All-Star cme walking out in, his workout sweats. He draped a towel aroudn his shoulders to keep the perspiration from his hair from running down his back. He took a minute to take in their new guest. Great. Another robot. He leaned over to Razorwing and whispered. "Fifty bucks says, the first time he gets hit by lightning, he tries to kill us in our sleep." He turned to the new comer. "Look I've seen Terminator and Wargames. You got some sort of robot promise to not try to kill us weak flesh beings?" His tone was light but not entirely flippant, the question itself was realtively serious.
  13. Oh.... well yeah that is much better.
  14. 1d20+12=20 hmm I know my hot rolling would come to an end. HP for reroll as I don't want to be unconcious. 1d20+12=21 lol wow. a 9. But I think that any roll less than 10 becomes 10 right? so that is 22 just under enough to keep me conscious but stunned.
  15. Roaring, All-Star light the darkness with a flash of scarlet as the air before him ignited with the heat of his energy blasts. The powerful blasts gouged a wide swath in the wall of oncoming demons. He rocketed into the tide of horns, and talons. The impact rattled the teeth of on lookers. AS quickly as he had struck a wave of demonic flesh swallowed him up.. The writhing, seething horde scrambled over their peers to get to the Mansion. Then there was a flash as scarlet energy once gain seared demonic skin. The young hero broke loose. He swung fists faster than the human eye could hope to follow connecting again and again. Where he connected bodies shattered, like rotten wood. When his arms squeezed, inhuman shrieks of pain followed. Where he glanced unholy warriors were cut down in cascade of brilliant energies. And when a demonic limb came too near his face, he bit down with murderous fury, even as he sought to tear the limbs owner apart with his bear hands. He was mindless destruction; anger's pure form. He battled with the relish only someone who had surrendered the possibility of victory could know. And he was right. For every demon he felled. Six more took it's place. Ebon claws, found his flesh again and again. Leaving jagged furrows in a body he had once thought invisible. Stronger foes moved to engage him as the chaff tired to give him a wide berth. His strength was now tested. And it failed. He had made the mistake of thinking about his situation for a brief moment. The hopelessness swallowed him, and another pile of demonic bodies bore down on him. Is this all I can do?
  16. Hmm... I think I missed it. But I'll roll anyway. 1d20=6 Doh! All-Star is a feared (and probably dragged down as I missed the deadline).
  17. Hmm... I think I missed it. But I'll roll anyway. 1d20=6 Doh! All-Star is a feared (and probably dragged down as I missed the deadline).
  18. Hmm... I think I missed it. But I'll roll anyway. 1d20=6 Doh! All-Star is a feared (and probably dragged down as I missed the deadline).
  19. The earth trembled as All-Star drove his foot into the now un-moving demon. Seeing its opportunity, another monstrosity lurched at the young hero. With only brief flicker All-Star hammered a blow to the creature's face. The blow connected with a dry crack, hurling the fiend back.
  20. I already gave my vote, will be less busy by next week.
  21. Ok so I assume I'm up now, cause regardless of the outcome it doesn't affect me. Ahh the beauty of having a simple character, is that my actions are all fairly simple. I'll attack the nearest demon with my fists. Using All-Out attack and power attack. 1d20+8=25 That is probalby a hit. damage DC 32.
  22. Yes quote is well familiar with the grappling rules. Heck he is the reason Imporved Grab was errated.... I think. :GreatJob:
  23. All-Star descended slowly from the skies. No one was sure how many times he had come and gone. He had arrived at Danger Mansion several hours ago bearing a large group of huddled civilians then without speaking a word had flown back into what was once Freedom. Always he carried more survivors. Always he carried fresh wounds. Now he flew across the border carrying the shovel from a large Bulldozer. He lowered the shovel to the ground. Several panicked men and women spilled out. Claws had rent the majority of his costume. His cape was a blue rag that flapped around his neck. The flesh around his eyes was bright red and inflamed; too much of his own energy vision. Black ichor had congealed on the split knuckles of his large fists. Gone was the bold challenging look in his eyes. Anger now only smoldered beneath the ashes of horror. His behavior could easily have been written off as more of the same. His usual stubbornness. Maybe that was right. For All-Star his powers had been the greatest gift he had. Hands that could crush coals into diamonds, blasts of power that could reduce a building to a smoking ruin. He had never thought of the other side. Ears that could hear two dust motes collide, couldn't help but hear a father and daughter trapped beneath the rubble of their house. A body that could move at the speed of thought, could easily take him to man hiding in his office while demons prowled the halls, if that is all he could think of. Today he had heard more last breaths, more cries for help than even his body could take him to in time. Today his gifts weighed down on him like a curse. Today his hands had found a foe they could not crush, and one he had no hope of outrunning. Helplessness. And now he heard nothing. Only the perverted lusting of demonic snouts, and the crackle of a world set on fire. It took him a moment to see the gathering on the grounds. When he spoke his voice sounded strange to him. "Whats going on?".
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