Geez3r

Ever wish you had the Green Latern's powers so you could make a hand large enough to smack some sense into somebody's thick skull?

I remember you could buy something with a dollar and get change.

At the close of Dr. Archeville's speech, Eric is one of the first to stand and give the good Doctor his well deserved standing ovation. True, this wasn't anything like what Eric had predicted it would be, but this was quite a nice substitute. Archeville had reminded Eric of one of his old professors, Doctor William Hambridge, who taught Business Ethics, a required course. Dr. Hambridge's class was always unexpected and eventful.

Eric recalled one particular class where Hambridge had placed a small standing mirror on each and every desk before class began. He said "During this class you may have to answer to me, during your time here you'll have to answer to the deans, in the time after you'll have to answer to your bosses, and after that you'll have to answer to your significant other and maybe even to your children or grandchildren. But after all of that, from now until the day you die and even after that, the one person you really have to answer to is sitting right in front of you. Don't disappoint them, and you'll do no wrong in this world."

Eric had connected with Mutt more than he had with Kohout. True, he had a work ethic similar to Kohout's, as the scars on his hands would attest to, but Eric felt that underneath it all he still had Mutt's heart; Eric works this hard because he has something to protect. But more than that, Eric felt human. He may have a goal, and he may work in extremes to get it, but underneath it all, he still had a human heart, there were still lines he wouldn't cross. Mutt and Kohout even didn't have that. Mutt only had the goal to save Rachael, and did everything to accomplish that in the most efficient and direct manner there was, just like a machine would. Kohout, was just heartless. A man who has nothing but his work is not a man at all.

Archeville had done something immeasurably valuable for Eric this night. Eric had been questioning himself, he was asking himself if he really was in the right, had he gone to far? But Archeville had reminded him of who he really was and who he really need to take a long hard look at. Eric Micheals was a man of science, and maybe even a super-villain on the outside, but on the inside he really was just a human like everyone else, and of that, Eric could be proud.

Still an idea, but it just got put on the back burner for a while there. Though we can preform a threadomancy should enough participants become interested.

The following in an except from http://www.redstarrawks.com:

Mood: Totally SUPER! :super: Song: Andrew W.K. - Party Hard

Hey, thanks for tuning in everybody. In case you found this by accident, let me clue ya in here. I'm Red Star, and one day I'm doing to be the greatest hero on the face of this earth. But in the mean time, I've got to pay my dues and learn from the real heroes, the Freedom League. So you're probably asking yourself why would a guy like me even have a blog, let alone a public one, right here at http://www.redstarrawks.com (gotta get the name out somehow ). The answer is obvious; having super powers makes for amazing stories to tell!

People write dozens and dozens of pages in true Wall o' Text format describing their trip to the super market or what they did on vaction. I'm sorry but if you're going to go into that much detail, at least spice up the story a little. But me, I can't write, like at all, well except for this, but you get the idea. Anyways, I can't write, but I've got cool stories to tell. It'll be all like: "Hey Red Star! What'd you do today?" and I'd be all like "I threw a truck at a giant gorilla. That was on fire. Not the truck, the gorilla. But the truck did become similarly inflamed." and it'll be great.

So basically that's that. Log in if ya want to see my totally out of this world (maybe even literally! *crosses fingeres*) adventures. Oh and yeah, I'm gonna kinda have ta keep a few things on the DL, because I think a few people might want to have a few "words" with me if I go around saying stuff like: Raven and Thunder sittin in a tree...

And before ya go, tell all your friends about this blog and if you're feeling generous, there's a donation jar in the bottom right; super-bill paying is sadly not part of my daily breakfast, to mix metaphors.

Wait, wait, wait, almost forgot. I took a camera when I went out flying last night, which is like a million times more awesomer than it sounds like OMG. Anyways, I got tons of cool pics of FC from a couple hundred feet. A few are blurry cuz I was going to fast XD clicky the linky for pics

Alright, I'm out for now, I'll be flying over West Side soon, if you're a fan, lemme hear ya!

Byes!

As this is only level one the drones have yet to be imparted any real tactical know-how, but they have grasped the concept of 'more bullets = good' and as such the drones attack en masse. However, the 'more bullets = good' strategy works only if one is able to hit their target, a task which the drones have failed at, and the few bullets that hit their mark plink of Eric’s armor.

Having used only guns so far, and having established that his opponents are of little actual threat to him, Eric decides to wade into melee. But remembering the maxim that anything worth doing, is worth doing with style; Eric jets up towards the ceiling, and then goes into a sharp dive, rocketing towards one of the droids. At the last second, Eric does a forward flip, intending to plant his boots solidly in the droid’s frame.

The droid responds to this awesome display of power by executing the daring maneuver of taking 1 step slightly to the left and emerges unscathed, while Eric puts a nice dent in his floor. In the momentary silence that follows, Eric looks back and forth between his own feet and the droid standing next to him. In utter disbelief, Eric turns to the droid “…Really?†to which the droid merely shrugs. Eric looks at his opposite shoulder and is about to release a dejected sigh when a sudden thought occurs to him. “Wait, I programmed you to shrug? Shrug!? Great, my death bots know how to shrug. *Sigh* ...I really need to get myself a girl friend.â€Â

End Round 3 standing: Initiative- Drones 6, Eric 4

Drone 1: “Unconsciousâ€Â; Drone 2: Bruised, Staggered; Drone 3: Bruised, Unconscious; Drone 4: Bruised; Drone 5: Bruised; Eric: 0 HP, uninjured, but a little depressed

Out of the smoke and wreckage one of the droids lifts its gun and opens fire on Eric. The bullets plink harmlessly off of the Mantel of Freedom, which lets Eric confirm his suspicions; the suit can repel bullets, but not a wall of lead. A mechanical clicking and whirring sound comes from Eric’s right arm as the mounted gun comes to life. Pointing it at the droid he says “Mines bigger.†Before unloading on the droid. Round after round perferated the droid’s body reducing it to slag.

“Wait, did I just say ‘mine’s bigger’? ...I made both of those guns. And I said it while destroying some of my own personal property… I really do need to talk to a shrink, or at least stop talking to myself.†The sound of gunfire snaps Eric back to his senses as he takes evasive action. “Or at least when I’m not being shot at! I swear I’m the dumbest smart guy I know. …and I’m still talking to myself, great.â€Â

End Round 2 standing: Initiative- Drones 6, Eric 4

Drone 1: “Unconsciousâ€Â; Drone 2: Bruised, Staggered; Drone 3: Bruised, Unconscious; Drone 4: Bruised; Drone 5: Bruised; Eric: 0 HP, uninjured

Sitting roughly in the middle of the room, a bit off Archeville's left, Eric is emmensely enjoying tonight's festivities. Though he wouldn't openly admit to it, the levitating chair trick gave him quite a start. He chuckled at the good Doctor's jokes and both admired and respected how quickly Doctor Archeville adjusted to the "difficulties" on stage. The problem with that however is that Eric knew that the little trick on stage had to be something more than some frat prank; call it a healthy case of paranoia or assuming that the local frat boys were either too smart or not smart enough to pull something like that off.

Which only left the conclusion that there was some Meta out there playing a little joke, which angered Eric on a few counts. 1) The meta, or metas, didn't even have the guts to show themselves. 2) They did this at a scientific function. 3) They interrupted one of the smartest men on the planet before he even got to speak. 4) Eric couldn't blast the beegeezes out of them without drawing just a teensy bit of attention to himself, not to mention missing part of Archeville's speech.

For now, all Eric could do is hope that the prankster would loose their nerve so the rest of them could enjoy their night in peace.

Okay, thanks to the both of you for clearing that up.

Firstly regeneration. Let's say you got Regeneration 2 for the Bruised Condition, so you recover from bruised every standard action. Does this mean everytime you have a standard action, you heal this condition, or do you have to expand a standard action to heal?

Secondly, lets say you've got Regeneration 3, but this time for the Injured Condition, so you recover every minute. Do you basically need to sit around the entire time for Regen to kick in, or can you be actively engaged in activities? So for example you got injured and have been in combat for another 10 rounds miraculously got getting injured again, would you then recover?

Now onto healing. Let's say you've got a Con of 20 (+5 mod), and Healing 6. So they use healing on themselves, and they get a recovery check "with a bonus on the check equal to your Healing rank." What I'm not certain about is whether or not a person's Con mod (or other recovery bonuses) get added into this as well. In short, do they add 6 or 11 to the d20 result?

Now healing with the extra: action (standard), along with the personal flaw raises a question or two. Suppose you just got staggered and want to recover, but can you? You have the action to use the Healing power itself, but it doesn't affect the full-round recovery action the subject needs to take. So if someone could explain this interworkings to be, that would be greatly appreciated.

Thanks yet again.

(I was looking over Instand Superheroes, the Living weapons specifically and saw this)

My initial feeling at reading the synopsis was utter dread, but it might not be so bad after viewing the trailer. I want this to be good, but I'm not sure I can ignore the fact that Iron man's a teenager.

Whoops, I saw the 5:30 for the reception and assumed it was the time for the actual thing, I didn't see the 4:30 the line above. :?

While it wasn't exactly rare that Eric went out at night wearing a suit, this night was a little different. Tonight he traded out the Mantel of Freedom for a more traditional suit. It was like most suits worn at black and white affairs but Eric had opted to wear a half-coat that went down to his knees. He was dressed in this atire to fight an affiliate of the Freedom League, though in a slightly different arena than normal. Doctor Viktor Archeville was going to be giving a lecture at HIT and the chance to hear the great Doctor speak was simply too great to pass up. While Eric didn't like the man's company, he had to respect his intelligence, and if the opprotunity presented itself, learn from his expertise.

Stepping out of his house at a prompt 3:30, Eric made his way down the stairs to his waiting blue Honda Civic. After starting his car, Eric had to sit there for a moment so he could remember how to actually get from here to HIT using just the roads. His bearing set, Eric backed out of his driveway and headed over to HIT.

Okay, listen to speech, then gab his ears off, got it.

A chance to pick the brain of one of the smartest people in the city AND a chance to prove that you're even smarter than they are? Eric is definately there. :D

Now decked out in the Arms of Malice, Eric steps back into the elevator and can’t help laughing at the traditional elevator music on the way down. Well they do say the line between genius and insanity is blurred… Back in front of the console, Eric takes a moment to sync the controls in his suit to the console so he is able to control the console from his suit, in theory.

He descends the stairs into the arena, and pauses a moment to take in the view, hands on his hips. He then turns around and closes the blast door at the base of the stair case using the panel next to the door, and also does a double check to make sure the door opens again, before shutting it for good. He runs for a moment before taking off and doing a few practice laps to get a lay of the land.

Setting down in the center, Eric opens up a small panel on his arm. Hitting a button or two he brings the system to life, “Alright, lets start off nice and easy. Level 1.â€Â

Eric is taken aback at how quickly the system starts to work, as 5 drones pop out of the ground and go to work. All 5 raise their guns in unison and unload. Two of the drones’ aim are off but the rest are on target. Normally bullets of this caliber aren’t much of a problem, but Eric left himself wide open and pays the price. And it is only through a hastily executed maneuver that Eric avoids serious injury.

Eric quickly takes to the air, putting some distance between him and his assailants. "Yeesh. Note to self, I make very good weapons." Surveying his targets he decides the best course of action is to attack all of them at once and launches the Liberation Cannon at each of the drones,hoping to take out at least a few of them. The mini-missle barrage flies through the air leaving winding smoke trails that create quite a beautiful pattern, at least to Eric. The damage done is quite impressive. One of the drones is reduced to scrap, another is barely functional and another two sustained quite a bit of damage, and even the last one was damaged a little.

End Round 1 standing: Initiative- Drones 6, Eric 4

Drone 1: “Unconsciousâ€Â; Drone 2: Bruised, Stunned, Staggered; Drone 3: Bruised; Drone 4: Bruised, Stunned; Drone 5: Bruised, Stunned; Eric: 0 HP, uninjured

The drones are using the stats of the Soldier from the 2E core book.

Down in his bunker, Eric Micheals slowly closes a panel on a console, having just finished with the wiring. “Well that should be it then.†He walks a few steps over to his left where there is a large green button on the console, his hand hovering over it. “Here goes nothing.†He says as he depresses the button. For a moment nothing happens but then a low thrum is heard which builds in volume and power.

The buttons and gauges on the console slowly start coming to life. Eric looks over the console meticulously, observing every single dial, gauge, lever and button. “Power is steady, all systems are actually getting power, all safety measure are in place and holding, and heck, no explosions; that’s better than last time. Let’s see if my luck holds out.†Eric dug in his pocket for a moment and pulled out a key, which he put into the center of the console and turned it to the right. Eric’s eyes darted back and forth as he checked the console again.

Satisfied with the progress of everything. Eric flipped 2 switches, and pushed a blue button. He looked through the window as the lights in the arena came to life one after another. Eric then spent the next few moments systematically going through every switch and button, making sure they were all functional, all the while a big doofy grin plays on his face.

“Well, I suppose the sensible thing would be to stay up here where it’s safe and run a few test simulations to make sure everything is running properly…†His thoughts wander to the Mantle of Freedom sitting just one floor above him. “But where would the fun in that be?â€Â

I'll spend one of Malice's PP on another rank in Equipment, bringing the rank up to 2, to upgrade the headquarters. I'll hold onto the other for now.

The new HQ is as such:

Headquarters (Hidden Bunker)

Size: Medium [+1]

Toughness: 15 [2]

Features: Combat Simulator, Computer, Concealed, Fire Prevention System, Power System, Security System, Workshop (dedicated to working on power armor)

Malice has finally finished a second floor in his bunker. The second floor houses the combat simulator. The elevator dumps you off in the control room over looking the fairly large space where the actual combat takes place. Stairs to the right of the main console take you down to the fight space.

Updated by V_M

Wait- what!? :shock: I won? Ummm. Wow, like really wow... just wow. Did not expect that, ever... like at all. Wait where are my manners?

Thank you for this honor, and I will do my very best to continue creating literary works for your viewing pleasure. Once again, thank you.

Oh wait, almost forgot the most important part.

:bunny: :monkey: :bunny: *Does a happy dance* :bunny: :monkey: :bunny:

The following are a series of audio logs dictated by Eric Micheals.

Log Entry #1 Aug 12, 2008; 10:27

Testing. Testing. 1 2 3. Yep it works. So uhhh, guess I should say something…

…

This is stupid, I shouldn’t have taken the day off for this.

Log Entry #2 Aug 12, 2008; 16:23

So um, back again… Guess I should actually say something this time. Uh, where do I begin? Guess I’ll say why I’m doing this. Recently, I’ve been feeling like I’m not sure where I’m going… It’s like I’ve lost a sense of purpose, and I’ve constantly been forgetting things, which used to never happen.

…

*sigh* I just don’t know what to do with myself anymore.

Ah s***, I forgot all about the pizza guy.

Log Entry #3 Aug 12, 2008; 18:35

Alright, for real this time.

As of late, I’ve been feeling like I’m being pulled in too many directions at once. Like I’m losing part of myself… Maybe it’s the lack of sleep, or the constant build up of injuries, maybe even just the stress, but whatever is causing it, it needs to stop. So I’m writing this to try and focus myself, maybe pull myself back together as it were. Or hell, maybe I just want to hear another voice, even if it’s my own, if that made any sense.

…

I kind of put off doing this for a while. I was… pretty leery about putting my personal thoughts down on paper, or… on the computer… as it were. What if someone found them and used them to blackmail me or to try and get inside my head? But I came to the realization that if that happened they had already been in my house, and into my bunker and could blackmail me with a few million dollars of death machine; which kind of makes me talking about the ham sandwich I had last Wednesday a bit superfluous really.

In addition I thought I really didn’t need this enough to give up all the time I could be working on upgrades. That little nagging voice in my head though kept saying that no matter how powerful the suit is, its not doing a damn thing without me. And no I’m not gonna turn the damn thing into a robot, I’ve seen what happens with such foolish plans.

So what’ve I been up to lately? Well at work I’ve been trying to get teams 3, 4 and 6 to mimic some of the weapons systems in the Malice suit. Their progress is painfully slow. What’s so infuriating is that I can’t just come out and tell them what the hell to do. That’ll raise way too many questions and it won’t exactly take a genius to piece the link between Malice and me. For some reason people get suspicious when you hand them the schematics to a death machine they saw tearing up down town the day before.

That brings me to another reason I’m doing this; I think the power’s going to my head. Everybody gets mad, I know that, but not everybody has more weapons than an military base under their house. It started about a month ago. Some ******* cut me off in traffic. Normal people would just curse the guy out and tell a few friends and be fine, but I didn’t do that. I memorized the guy’s license plate. I then acquired access to a few databases and found out who that guy was and where he lived. I camped out on a rooftop over looking the guy’s apartment for 3 hours, just waiting for him to get home. When he opened that door, I was ready to kill that man. I came to my senses before it was too late, but I came close, way too close. And it only got worse. Now not a day goes by that I don’t envision myself just leveling the city block by block. I supposed to be a champion for these people, but how I can I be a champion whose every action just degrades society!?

I want to be a champion, a hero. I want to be a person people love and respect and aspire to be. But, right now, it looks like I might have to be a villain to save these people from themselves.

Alright, my voice is getting hoarse, that’s enough for now.

Not dead, just not actively involved in any threads.

Ker-fixed.

Um, echo?

I apparently need more ranks in search...

Thanks again Dr. A.

I can't believe no one mentioned Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog yet.

http://www.drhorrible.com/mushortio.html

There are 3 acts each about 10-15 minutes long about the various exploits of Dr. Horrible set to some nice catchy tunes. You must watch.