Anyone play it?

For those who've dipped in or not tried it yet, 2.0 is launching in a day-ish and soon you'll be able to start out with your choice of one of four 20-hero bundles, which makes the whole getting into it thing a lot easier. I've been playing a bunch and it's easily the best moba for me, LoL have even said they won't go as crazy as some of the HotS heroes like Cho'gall (controlled by two players) or Abathur (stays at spawn and merges with heroes to buff them, and can clone heroes).

Obligatory Battletag: Helixagon#2326 (EU)

Even though Kelly was prepared for it, the transition from the Pale Moors to the Nexus was striking. The cold and the wet and the relentless, monotonous impact of a downpour coupled with the potent scents of wet earth and rot gave way in a single instant to simply nothing, and more nothing, as far as the eye could see. A few windblown raindrops sputtered through the shimmering archway at the traveler's back, but less than a dozen steps carried him beyond their reach. His hobnailed boots made no sound on the featureless ivory floor of the Nexus as he wheeled his bicycle out into the void, but the tires squeaked, and water pattered off his clothes and dripped from his ponytail in a rapidly-diminishing stream.

Traveling through it for the fourth time, Kelly decided that he liked the Nexus. The more complex 'verses all had distractions in abundance, but the seemingly infinite void gave Kelly an opportunity to take a step back from it all, evaluate his situation and plan his next move. 

There was a lot to do. He'd hit the ground running once he arrived in Coruscant, rapidly accomplishing his first strategic goal, but Darkshire had slowed him down (although the opportunity presented by establishing a relationship with the garrison partially made up for that). It was necessary, but time-consuming, and now there was this Nebula business... it couldn't be ignored, and had to be taken seriously unless new information suggested otherwise, but who knew how long it was going to take? 

Kelly considered himself a patient man, but he didn't like delays, and operating without a far-reaching support network, although he would swear it was how he had lived for most of his life, just felt wrong.  

And then there's the horrible familiarity of this whole Dark Chip fiasco... I've been putting off evaluating all these new associations and fragments of memory I've retrieved, the dreams and the feelings, the deja-vu - I know I have. I feel like they've grown threatening somehow - like there are things in my head that part of me doesn't want to recall, and dwelling on the nature of Nebula's particular brand of corruption feels like clawing at the seal on a very deep, very dark hole. 

What kind of a person was I, really?

The psychic didn't have an answer. Striding through the Nexus with his bicycle in hand and his quarterstaff floating along beside him, he made an executive decision. 

As soon as the business in the green is done, no more delays. I'm going to sit down, no matter where I've ended up or what else is demanding my attention, and I'm going to put all of this together. All of these methods and strategies, the obsessive planning, this deeply rooted need to fix all this chaos....I know part of it ties back to my lost Kingdom, an attempt to recapture that feeling of sublime servitude, but the yearning seems so much older than that. 

Before I was a King I was a traveler. Almost all of my coherent memories are from that part of my life. 

What was I before that? 

Kelly's wristcom gave him a telepathic nudge, silently alerting the psychic that he had mail. He put the question aside, and opened a dataverse-window.

Both PepsiCo and Doctor Regal had returned his messages. He checked Alan Mayhew's inbox first. 

The cola-conglomerate's concerns were predictable. They wanted Alan Mayhew to keep an eye towards potential new marketing opportunities, and to eliminate any threat to PepsiCo's customer-base or profit-margins with extreme prejudice. The traveler replied that he understood, and stated that he'd submit a report when the business was concluded -  as well as stating for the record that he was taking this job pro-bono, purely in the interest of keeping business running smoothly.

With the maintenance of his alternate identity seen to, it was time to discover what Doctor Regal had to say. 

Kelly read the e-mail carefully. The Doctor had answered each of his concerns concisely and completely, though one answer in particular was disappointing. He could see why Regal would refrain from imposing a rigid command structure on a semi-random collection of Primes; They were a breed not known for taking orders well - but the lack of co-ordination still struck him as bad planning. It could have been handled better.

But the rest of it... this is good information. There being only one stronghold in each 'verse simplifies things considerably, though the fact that Nebula seems aware that they're under attack is a complication I'd prefer to do without. The fact that they're using probing strikes suggests a higher level of strategic planning than anything Regal appears to be employing... good scientist, bad strategist. 

Typical. 

The psychic moved on to the information on the Tangled Green, which was easily the highlight of the message. 

A small group of defenders making use of natural hazards, guerrilla-tactics and opportunistic ambush fighting in order to defend their command center...  between my haunt, my powers and my skills, I think I can beat them at that particular game - especially if there's really a potential ally already inside their stronghold. Even if the mystery-intruder has been captured, it proves that a lone fighter can penetrate their lines. The vague rumors of a nightmare-beast are a bit more worrying... I'll have to make sure to keep something in reserve just in case they turn out to be more than just stories.  

The last part of the e-mail was the most troubling. Doctor Regal's clarification of Nebula's reality-warping qualities as unpredictable, highly virulent and semi-random made them almost impossible to plan for or anticipate - and it was yet another part of the situation which gave Kelly a strong sense of deja-vu. Thinking about it made his ears itch. 

If it comes up, I guess I'll just have to improvise.

At the bottom of the message was a link to an attachment containing a the names of the Primes who Regal had briefed personally, a partial list of contact information, and the 'verses to which various Primes had been deployed. There were no name's the traveler recognized among Regal's core-group - though there was a notation placing Hiro Protagonist in Camelot, which, if Kelly had interpreted their relationship correctly, meant there was a good chance Okor was also in the area.  

That's the neighboring 'verse. Good to know.

Kelly closed the dataverse window and climbed on his bicycle. It was time to pick up the pace. 

Quote:I'm assuming in this post that Skeletor is listed as 'Keldor' on Regal's documentation, seeing as he was in disguise when he arrived at the lab. 

Kimberly Ann Hart sat at the edge of one of the beds in a Carrefore inn. Her eyes remained glued to the small television screen before her, and oblivious to much else in the room. Some local news channel was explaining the day to day happenings of the desert land she had found herself in. She was doing her best to absorb the knowledge spewing from the TV set, but it was awfully hard to focus. Beside her, Zack Taylor paced impatiently as he watched the news broadcast as well, and and neither of them could see whatever techno-wizardry Billy Cranston was performing behind the television. They just knew he was back there fiddling with some wire or another. At least something never changed.

Most things had changed, however. The Pink Ranger had thought her adventuring days were long behind her. Indeed, all six of the original Power Rangers were enjoying various degrees of retirement from the superhero thing they’d done as teenagers, and adjusted quite well to normal lives. In their mid-late twenties, battling aliens and piloting giant robots was a distant memory. Until they ended up here.

Somehow, someway, all six of them had arrived in the endless white expanse known as the Nexus, and had quickly got to work figuring out just what had brought them there. Fortunately, there were no internal speed bumps with the team, as they were all in close contact, still. Something about being a united team of superheroes during their formative years left them very good friends even as they grew older.

Regardless, their quick investigations taught them the nature of the land, as well as the differences between primes and secondaries. The chilling fact was that none of them had seen the mysterious Omni. That meant they were secondaries, and that a prime had introduced them right into the Nexus, and likely slipped off in the confusion. The burning question now, of course, was who and why?

The TV jumped with static, and the channel changed to some Spanish mariachi band, preventing them from learning anything from that source.

“What happened?” Billy asked from his work-space.

“It’s worse now,” Zack answered.

“Hold on, I can get it working,” Billy said, with the TV’s picture beginning to fade as he fiddled with the wires.

“Billy, local news is enough,” Kimberly pleaded. “Just leave it. We don’t need everything there is to see.”

“Local news isn’t a wide enough spread,” Billy remarked. “We need to get multiple sources if we’re going to understand this place, and it’s just a little extra work for a greater reward.”

“Yea, but…” Kimberly trailed off, feeling that the festive music was making her point well enough. It didn’t help that the Black Ranger, bored to death, had begun to lightly dance along with the beat.

Thankfully, the door to the apartment opened and in came the remaining three Rangers. Jason Lee Scott, Trini Kwan, and Tommy Oliver entered, carrying plenty of supplies, yet they closed the door behind them just as quickly as they entered.

“Nice use of your time,” Tommy jokingly commented as he looked to the TV. Kimberly just rolled her eyes.

“What’s the word?” Zack asked as he looked over to the new arrivals, and the bags they were dumping on the beds. He brushed right past Tommy’s remark too.

“Well,” Jason said, pausing for just a moment to pull out two separate newspapers. “This is a really... different one.”

Billy walked around from behind the TV and took the first paper Jason held out. Zack and Kimberly walked to either side of him and looked over his shoulder, unable to believe what they were seeing. Lord Zedd himself was on the front page, standing beside some blue woman.

“Imperial primes defeat Vorticon menace,” Billy read the headline aloud, then skimmed the contents of the article. The premise was simple: Lord Zedd, acting as an agent of the Empire had possibly saved the mega-verse of Coruscant.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Zack said, walking to a window while throwing his hands up in frustration. “Zedd’s here in the Omniverse too? And he’s a prime? And he’s befriended the biggest bunch of thugs in the place?”

“We’ve heard a lot of conflicting things about the Empire,” Trini reminded her fellow Rangers. “Some of it bad, but some of it good.”

“I think it’s still safe to assume Zedd is going to keep being Zedd,” Tommy remarked as he took a seat at one of the chairs around the small table in the room. “Regardless of what the Empire as a whole represents.”

“The Empire, by the way,” Kimberly chimed in sarcastically. “Really catchy. Nice of them to be up front about what they’re like.”

“I don’t think we’re the ones that can comment on a lack of subtlety,” Billy shrugged as he tossed the paper onto one of the beds. Kimberly paused, then bit her lip. It was a good point.

Jason shook his head, and then held out the next one. Billy took it as well, noting that this was was opened and folded so he was looking at some deep interior page. He studied it for a moment, not seeing anything that jumped out in any of the pictures. It was just some local gossip section. Kimberly suddenly gasped and pointed at one of the pictures near the top corner. Billy looked a bit closer, and saw a woman in the background that she recognized instantly. Even if she hadn't remembered her face, the green almost-bikini outfit the woman wore was a dead giveaway. Not many wandered around looking like that.

“Who’s that?” Zack asked, looking at the picture, then back up to Jason. The Red Ranger shrugged.

“Dulcea,” Tommy answered. “She helped us once after you, Jason, and Trini left the team. She was a good fighter, and a friend of Zordon’s.”

“We haven’t seen or heard from her in... years,” Billy thought aloud. “But she’s here now?”

"That could explain why we never heard from her again," Tommy reasoned with a shrug of his own.

“I don’t know anything about her, but if you guys trust her then so do I,” Jason commented. "So we need to find her. She's someone that can answer our questions."

“Where is she, though?” Kimberly asked. “She could have come and gone from Carrefore already.”

“She has,” Jason acknowledged. “While Tommy finished getting our supplies, Trini and I asked around about her.”

“Turns out you can’t dress like that in the Endless Dunes without being noticed,” Trini picked up the explanation. “A couple people spotted her leaving town a few days back. A few other wanderers said they saw her heading toward an old temple, deep in the Dunes. And that there were some unsavory types after her.”

“Is she the prime that brought us here?” Zack asked.

“Don’t know,” Jason shook his head. “Don’t even know if she’s a prime. But between her and Zedd, she’s the one we want to find first.”

“Agreed on that,” Tommy said, then waved his hands at the various bags they’d brought in. “That ought to be all the food, water, and other gear we need to find this temple and survive. We can break it up into travel packs tonight.”

“And then head out first thing in the morning,” Jason finished. “We’ll find the temple, find Dulcea, and get some answers.”

“Like why we were brought here,” Zack remarked. “Although if I had to guess, it would be to fight Zedd again.”

“I don’t know,” Billy spoke up, looking at the newspaper that had covered the dark lord’s exploits again. “Lord Zedd, the terror of our world, seems to be a pretty small fish in this pond. This world is… bigger. Grander. Deeper.”

“My thoughts exactly,” Tommy agreed. “Sure, he can gather his strength back up, but it’ll take some time. We’re not the only ones having to watch our step. His powers are limited, for now.”

Jason reached behind his back and pulled out the Tyrannosaurus morpher that had been with him since he spawned in this strange realm. He looked it over carefully, noting that each little scratch and imperfection was still there, just like he remembered from so long ago. All six of them had quickly noted the return of their power morphers, yet hadn’t had the opportunity to test if they still worked..

“Ours might be, too,” Jason reminded them. “We could be a lot worse off than we realize.”

“The desert will provide us with ample opportunity to test them,” Billy observed. They’d all wanted to see where they really stood, but morphing in front of people wasn’t a good idea, and boy were there a lot of people here.

Jason nodded and put it away. “Alright, let’s get to work.”

The six adventurers got to work from there, dividing the supplies up into small backpacks. Everything was spread evenly amongst the group, so that if one was separated or worse, they wouldn’t lose all of the food, medical supplies, or the like. It was a grim scenario to have to face, but it was better to be prepared than not. Even with that in the back of their minds, the night was lively and filled with plenty of joking and playful banter. It was just like old times, even before their first morph in years.

Eventually the time came to rest for the night, so they split their own ways and went towards their respective rooms to try and sleep. Morning would come before they knew it, and the quest for the source of their arrival would begin.

Hi there. I tossed a joining thread up last night, not sure if it went through or it will appear once I'm approved/activated.

Just trying to see if it is going to appear then, or if I may have not put it up correctly.

Snow flied behind the faunus as she tread over it on her snowboard. As tired as she was, she couldn't believe she was able to handle the magical speed this board was capable of reaching. It went as fast a normal car back in Vale, but had no engine and ran solely on Omnilium, pushed forward simply by the kick of a foot.

Wind scrapped by Amber's face as she flew through the Frozen Fields, loving the taste of fresh, cold air. She had spent way too much time in that cave, seeing people die and nearly dying herself. She sighed and looked forward to see her fort at the horizon.  Home.

She slid up to the door way and banged her hand roughly on the steel. It may have been just her, but it seems like the walls were larger. The fort seemed bigger, or was that just her imagination running wild from being stuck in the caved-in situation?

"Yo' 'Saki! Let me in! I need a fucking bath!" She screamed into the microphone loudly and a bit angrily. "You wont believe what the fuck I've been through."

"Alright just calm down, I need to talk to you about-" Amber cut him off abruptly, it was now that he knew he should probably just leave her alone.

"Just let me in. I need to sleep, whatever you need to tell me can wait until after I've had a decent nap and something to eat." With that, the steel doors let off steam as the pressure unlocked and began to swing open slowly.

Houses.

This was the first thing Amber noticed upon entering the Fort. Homes of people she had never seen before stood in her walls. Her mood flipped immediately. She walked through the small town with glee of unfinished homes of stone and steel. People were choosing to stay in her castle. This was not longer a fort - it was a town. Her town.

Murasaki met her just outside the tunnel entrance. He smiled as he sees Amber's change in mood.

"I knew that would change your attitude." He said offering a hug to his partner, which she accepted. "I don't just sit around and do nothing, you know?"

"You're trying to impress me, aren't you?" She said with a mocking grin and her hands at her hips.

"What? No. Someone has to keep things sane and moving here while you're away, so that makes me next in command." He said folding his arms at his chest. Amber pushed her way past him and head down in the tunnel.

"Well, give me the keys big-boy, cause I'm taking over for the time being. It's time we got started on our true plan." She said as she walked without turning to the black haired teenager.

"Yes, you mean the plan that you're just now annoucing to me and have made no previous referance to in the past?" He asked following up behind her.

"That plan exactly numbnuts. It's time that we brought home to us!" She said loudly, drawing the attention of very confused gazes in the tunnels.

"You mean your going to-?" Again, he was cut off by Amber's speech-voice.

"Operation Atlas is now in full effect from this moment on Murasaki! Frist order of business - Get me some fucking sushi pronto." She said loudly again, not necessarily in a mean way but more bravdo-authorative. Murasaki had so many questions, but figured it was best not to and just trudged off to get Amber her fish. Amber on the other hand headed for her room, where it was time to finally take a nap. She doffed her heavy-ass armor and placed on the rack next to her closet, then face-planted into the bed just a few feet from her. She was asleep within the minute.

Hello Doctor, 

My name is  Kelly MacAryn. I am a Prime and I was recently recruited, for lack of a better word, to assist in your war against Nebula. I'm more than pleased to help - in fact, I consider it a solemn responsibility to do what I can to prevent this kind of (you'll please excuse my bluntness) heinous bullshit. However, I have some questions, and I was told I should contact you for clarification.  

1.) Regarding Nebula's strongholds: How many are there in each verse? Are we facing multiple entrenched positions in each zone or just one centralized command per? Do we know?

2.)Regarding the other Primes recruited for this task: how are we co-ordinating? Contact info would be appreciated.

3.) What progress, if any, has already been made? When I encounter Nebula, can I expect them to already be on high alert?

4.)I've been told that the Green and the Steppes have nobody assigned to them. What does our resource-distribution look like? If you're not comfortable sharing that information for security reasons, that's fine, but otherwise I would appreciate knowing who is nearby. 

5.) I've decided to head for the Tangled Green. Is there any additional information you could share about Nebula activity in that 'verse specifically? Enemy force-estimates, concerned locals - Anything will help. 

6.)Regarding Nebula's reality-warping properties: how does this threat present itself? I've been told to expect that the rules I'm accustomed to may not apply in the same ways within their strongholds, but that's distressingly vague. 

I hope this message finds you well, and look forward to working with you to end this threat.

anticipating your swift reply,
Kelly MacAryn

Character name:Lord Drakkon/Tommy Oliver

Character sourceower Rangers/Power Rangers comic. I've not read it but have been talking with a friend about it, found the character concept interesting and decided to run with it and take a different or similar route with him

Character history: To Be Determined via RP.

Physical Description:

Stats:
• ATK: 3
• DEF: 2
• SPD: 2
• TEC: 3
Starting Proficiencies:
• Physical Strength (1000)
Starting Powers:
• Burst Movement (800)
• Super Jumping, Advanced (500)
• Super Speed – 1000 OM
• Master Acrobat – 400 OM
Starting Moves:
• Sword of Darkness(300): A crude and deadly weapon infused with ancient power. The blade is attached to Tommy and in turn attached to the Morphing Grid. It is an deadly but convoluted katana and is almost five feet in length, dangerous curve and it's white pommel and red tail. Once used to easily create energy attacks and other magic, since the arrival in a new world; the sword seems to have lost many of its powers.

• Saba(300): A short-sword, around 3 feet, that looks as though it's more for decoration than actual combat. The blade itself is partially covered, giving it the appearance of a weapon that's made to defend more than attack; but in reality it is quite deadly. It is sentient and wise, choosing to remain silent since it's capture by the evil user Lord Drakkon, whom he religiously calls Tommy to annoy him. At the moment it's true abilities are dormant.
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Where did you find us?
I was an old member. Last Turles/Dehan. Rusty as hell in regard to role playing so...don't you dare judge me!!

Do you want to know how high on the scale of Anime you rank? Do you want to be judged by a completely arbitrary system to know? Then just post in here and I'll judge you.

Disclaimer: Since I may not know your character very well I may not always hand out the most fitting score.

To-Do list:
-Grade all the characters marked N/A.
-Give scale in which characters are sorted by their score.

GoG is giving it away for free: https://www.gog.com/news/saints_row_2_gi...og_connect

I suggest if you've never played it, but enjoyed Saints Row 3 and 4 to pick it up. It's a great gem.

I don't have the ability to edit my roster ID into my postbit through the User CP. Just letting you know.