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I was watching G4 today... and you know what... I finally
cracked. I had to watch that Star Wars Galaxies commercial
again. And if anyone doesn't know what I'm talking about, let me
quickly sum up the commercial for you in a couple sentences.

*<start_commercial>

NEW!!!!! Play STAR WARS GALAXIES!!! The game that's online 24/7 TEEMING
WITH PLAYERS!!!!! Meet your FAVORITE STAR WARS CHARACTERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Play ONLINE with THOUSANDS OF OTHER PEOPLE WAITING TO MEET YOU, FORMING ALLIANCES and OVERCOMING THREATS in the world that CHANGES WITH YOU!!!

Only with this SPECIAL TV OFFER , you can get STAR WARS GALAXIES for only 19.99! That's right, 19.99! And if you ACT NOW you can get the special BONUS EPISODE: RAGE OF THE WOOKIES, featuring everyone's lovable wookie CHEWBACCA!!!

So CALL NOW and order STAR WARS GALAXIES and get the BONUS EPSIODE: RAGE OF THE WOOKIES for only 19.99!!!

*<end_commercial>

Yeah... I said to myself... "Self, where has Star Wars Galaxies gone
to? Have they really sunk so low that they have to reduce
themselves to crappy TV ads that rival infomercials to gain players?"

And then I replied to myself. "Self... think about
something. Movie game... owned by SOE... losing players... OH
CRAP, MATRIX ONLINE."

So... here I am. Kindly suggesting that if the marketing
department EVER EVER comes up with something as stupid as this for MxO
that you fire them, kick them for being stupid, and then throw them out
of the company and let them go make their infomercials somewhere
else. I do NOT want to see a MxO infomercial... *shivers*

Or... even worse... "Now YOU can be the ONE!" Yeah... we're not even going there.

Anyone else's thoughts and comments about the new SWG commercial?

Message Edited by Lady_Return on 01-05-2006 03:56 PM

Not joking, not fooling, I'm leaving, it's been fun. I'll save
you the long speeches. Bye. You guys have all the fun with
CR 2.0, and I wish my faction the best of luck, but I do not need my
feelings torn apart anymore by this game.

See ya. Enjoy.

OMG, when this came on I started laughing and exclaiming, "No, it can't
be! It can't be!" Why did I exclaim such a thing?
Well, it just so happened that the beginning starts off as thus:

"Kids Next Door Archive activated. Retrieving file #213 - The
Creation of Adults. In the beginning, there were kids. And
for a time, it was good."

So, all Matrix Geeks, please see Animatrix: The Second Renaissance.

"Zion Archive activated. Retrieving file: The Second
Renaissance. In the beginning, there was man. And for a
time, it was good."

And so forth. Yes, this episode was a complete rip off of the
Animatrix. And they made it hilarious. For a quick synopsis:

Machines = Adults

B166ER = Mr. Wigglesworth (Whom you find out is Father)

-B166ER kills his human owners = Mr. Wigglesworth spanks his child owner

01 = Cleveland

The Real = The Moon

The Matrix = Earth

Forms of Control = School, Homework, Chores

The Sun (Machine's Energy Source = Coffee (Adult's Energy Source)

Operation Dark Storm = Operation Water Balloon (Strike coffee shops with water balloons... which didn't work out too well. SMILEY

)

All in all, it was a hilarious episode and a good parody of the Second
Renaissance. Anyone else catch this episode and your opinions of
it?

So I was just going over the Recursion forums again, like I normally do
all the time, and I started thinking. And here's what I started
thinking:

"Ahh, another group of discussions on Cryptos, and Agent Gray, and the
Masked... hey... wait a minute... What other game has these great
discussions?"

And, well, I thought about it. And I simply came up with
none. Matrix Online is the only MMO that keeps you on the edge of
your seat, wondering what the heck is going on behind the scenes and in
areas you can't see. We wonder what Cryptos is up to, we wonder
what his purpose is. We wonder why Agent Gray is going insane and
we speculate. We fall to the whims of the surviving LET
characters, and we let them each touch us and affect us, even if we
never get to meet them.

What other game can say that? Can you say that you think about
the child king of Stormwind every once in a while, and have huge
discussions about him and his purpose or what he's up to? No,
because you know that the little kid is always going to be standing in
the exact same position in Stormwind, all the time. Do you think
about the leader of the Jeuno Guards, Wolfgang? No, because you
know he'll always show up in the same cinematics for everyone.
You can find out what he does, you don't have to discuss and speculate
on it.

I don't like to visit the forums of other games because, once again,
it's the same groups of discussions. How certain classes aren't
that good, how some class got nerfed, how some guild is better than
others... etc... And we have those conversations here too, but we have
these great "special" threads, where we all mouth off to one another
about our speculation on the story. We formulate theories and try
to figure things out before the characters do, and we even strive to
even back up the story characters. We tell others that we work
FOR the Merovingian, we work FOR Zion, we work UNDER the
Machines. We don't just wear nametags, like perhaps we do in
World of Warcraft. Do we feel the need to say that you work FOR
the Alliance or FOR the Horde? No, not really.

Once again, we tell people about our conversations with Agent Gray,
even if they're something like "So how are you doing today?" We
got to interact with the story, and that's such a major benefit.

The point of the matter is, well, we're immersed and we're
interested. Our discussions and willing participation in the
storyline proves that. And what other game changes as new
cinematics are viewed and new newspapers go online? Where else do
you scour a fake newspaper for clues? We're still pretty lucky
here... perhaps we should think about that sometimes and let it bring a
smile onto our faces, instead of talking about the gloom and doom of
the Matrix Online all the time.

EDIT: And someone actually went back and 1 starred every single one of
my posts, bringing me down to a green. Ok, whoever did that
seriously has WAAAAY too much time on their hands. My
recommendation: go outside.

EDIT 2: Ok... I actually went back and counted... They 1
starred 122 of my posts, about. Still, my recommendation stands,
GO OUTSIDE.

Message Edited by Lady_Return on 11-26-2005 10:24 PM

She had been so close, but so far away.

Sarah sat there, crouched in the corner of the church, shaking in fear
as the gun leveled down to her head and pressed into her skull.
She didn't want to be imprisoned in a quarantine again. Yet, she
knew that's where she was going to, and now, as her last puppet snapped
from his trance, she was sure of it.

"You made one mistake, Sarah," said Great Wyrm as he towered over her
shivering form. She looked up, locking her tearfilled eyes with
his, and staring into his evil, predatory smirk. "You crossed me."

The gun fired, and Sarah slumped over. GreatWyrm pocketed his
pistol and put his hands behind his back, as per usual. He walked
off with the rest of the Advocates, satisified that they had done their
job properly. Hopefully Return would be back to her normal self
soon, and if not, then still, no problem.

As Sarah's body lie there, finally, the transfer occurred.
Return's RSI was released from the Quarantine doll and Sarah's body
began to decompile back into the doll. In just a few minutes,
Return was standing there in her black mourning dress, looking down on
the doll she once loved.

She picked up the doll, and almost immediately she heard Sarah's
cursing in her mind. A constant wave of profanity echoed from the
doll, and Return just sighed.

"I should just put you in the trash, so you will get deleted with the
rest of the unnecessary files. You know that, empathy program
1129?"

"Don't call me by that name, **bleep**!" the doll issued into Return's mind. But Return just smiled back and laughed.

"I'll call you whatever I want. Remember, I'm the one who did
name you Sarah, your 'human' name. But, you see little Sarah, I'm
going to keep you around. I'm not going to throw you into the deletion
bin, like you should be. You might be useful."

"I'm just going to take you over again."

"Actually, no, you're not. I know how you do that, and I blocked the necessary ports."

"You... you..."

"Yes, me, me, me. At least you realize that now. I'm going
to keep you around because I'm going to instill some style into
you. Your heart is in the right place honey with destruction and
such, but you need to understand when to calm down. I'm going to
teach you that."

"Do you think you can control me!!"

"No, I don't. But, after you start seeing what I'm teaching you,
I don't think you'll mind sticking around with me. Now, let's go
Sarah. People want to see the free me." Return smiled as she
picked up and pocketed the doll in her bra and zipped back up her
dress. A issue of threats came from the doll into Return's mind,
but she just continued to smile as she walked out of the church, a free
woman.

Ok, I want the opinion of my fellow recursionists on this. It's
something that has been bothering me for quite some time now and I want
other people's opinions. And before I begin, this is not a slam
or a flame, but just something that confuses the heck out of me and my
simple opinions about it.

As this game is based off of the Matrix Trilogy, there are alot of
things that place this game in the center of the Matrix Universe.
However, there is one growing trend in our Mega City that keeps
snapping me out of the spirit of the Matrix.

Since when did redpills embrace the gangsta culture? Where did
the Roca come from, where did the need to tell people you're going to
"pop a cap" in them come from?

Now, once again, let me reiterate, I am not here to start an argument
about why gangsta is great and why my opinion sucks. I'm simply
stating, in comparison to the universe that the original Matrix put
forth, Zion, Machines, and even the Merovingian had their ranks full of
people who were soldiers, who were formal, and who would get their
objectives done. None of the redpills turned their pistols sideways to
fire, none of them called themselves gangsta.

The trend of the day was trenchcoats and ties with a good pair of
sunglasses while you acted extremely formal. That, to me, is the
spirit of the Matrix. My opinion is that the introduction of the
gangsta culture into something that is as classy as the Matrix is
awkward. Too awkward. It is my belief that these two should
be separate. Let gangsta go its way and let the Matrix culture go
its way.

And I'm not saying that gangsta is bad. Do I like it?
Personally, no. I don't want to chuck it out of the Matrix,
however, because I simply don't like it. I just have a hard time
picturing someone like 50 Cent arguing the philosophy of what it means
to be human with someone like Morpheus.

Added on top of it, the gangsta lifestyle is very focused on material
possessions: money, babes, guns, and bling. The Matrix culture,
on the other hand, shuns these very things because all of the above is
made of code, even the babes. The thought process is that since
it's not real, it's not worth worrying about. This is one of the
reasons redpills don't deal in money, instead we deal in
information. Perhaps we can get guns coded for us, but that's
only if we have something the other person wants, like a piece of
information. But this is completely different from the concepts
that the gangsta culture puts forward. The only thing that overlaps
from gangsta to Matrix would be the concept of "respect", and even that
has different connotations between how someone who is gangsta sees it
versus how someone immersed in the Matrix culture sees it.

My final point here is that the introduction and use of the gangsta
culture, in my opinion, is something that is a complete opposite to
what the philosophy of the Matrix represents. Even so opposite,
possibly, that it is adversely affecting The Matrix as a whole,
creating a movement away from what the Matrix really does stand for and
to something that it does inherrently not.

Ok... look, there's going to be some pretty powerful opinions on
this. However, I would rather not that this thread turned into a
flame war. I would like to hear some honest arguements that
include your own opinions put POLITELY, because I would like to hear
some people who are for gangsta culture being introduced into the
Matrix and what your views and beliefs on it are. All in all, I
would like to see a good rationale of why we should let it continue to
exist and why it is not contrary to the Matrix belief.

On the same hand, people who are for my ideas, don't just simply
agree. Add in your own views, your own facts that you can insert
to support the arguement.

I would like to keep this kinda like a debate and stay away from
unsupported opinions and flaming. Hopefully we can do that,
because as I said, I would like to see a good, well-founded, arguement
for why gangsta culture should be here. I am interested.

"For Want of Another: We're Finishing This"

Saturday, November 19th, 10:00 PM EST, 9:00 PM CST, 8:00
PM MST, 7:00 PM PST - Starting in the larger Parallaxis VIP room, Uriah
Industrial SW Hardline.

Return's lost it, Pltchaos's parents are dead, and almost everyone in
the Mega City wants to destroy the woman who is on a VERY large killing
spree. Or is she?

Find out during the climax of "For Want of Another", and be a part of the story as it unfolds!

Factions who want to participate: Please have one of your members
who will be attending the event AND has the data miner tree AND who
would like to work behind the scenes on this event PM me here on the
MxO boards or /tell me in game. I would like to have every
faction contribute one person like this to help me behind the scenes
with my plot. If you don't have a member who has data miner, I
will take anyone. But I would like to have a member from each
faction working "behind the scenes" with me to make this a really cool
event.

Individuals who wish to participate w/o a faction: Just come to Parallaxis and enjoy the run!

READ AND CONTRIBUTE TO THE EVOLVING STORY OF "FOR WANT OF ANOTHER" HERE!

Message Edited by Lady_Return on 11-16-2005 05:05 PM

"For Want of Another: We're Finishing This"

Thursday, November 17th, 10:00 PM EST, 9:00 PM CST, 8:00
PM MST, 7:00 PM PST - Starting in the larger Parallaxis VIP room, Uriah
Industrial SW Hardline.

Return's lost it, Pltchaos's parents are dead, and almost everyone in
the Mega City wants to destroy the woman who is on a VERY large killing
spree. Or is she?

Find out during the climax of "For Want of Another", and be a part of the story as it unfolds!

For Want of Another, Part 1

(Note: The forum will censor most of my language, but a full version will be available on www.devilsadvocates.net in the Archives section for those who want to read the full version.)

Two loves lost. Not one, but two. Return was striking out perfectly this week. She
had lost Gothique to a crazy stunt she had pulled against Pltchaos, the
little whore who wanted to be loved by a vampire. And then she lost
Kshana to Pltchaos, all because Kshana wanted someone who understood
her and she could protect.

Bull**bleep**.

Tears ran down her face, black and purple makeup running lines down her cheeks. She
had sat in the elevator of that residential apartment for hours,
switching off between crying and kissing her rag doll, Sarah.

“I’m not wanted anymore. Nobody wants an old hag for a lover. Nobody wants Return,” she whimpered to her doll. “I’m just someone who everyone can walk on. Forget about the has-been. Forget about the Lady In Mourning. Power is in people who can kill, not in people who can command. And no one wants to be with someone as barren as I am; someone who can never have sex ever again. Who wants that Sarah! WHO WANTS THAT?”

She shook the doll with vigor before starting to calm down. Quietly, she put Sarah down the front of her dress, keeping the doll stuck in the front of her bra. She looked a mess as she began to load the twin submachine guns she had brought with her. The usually formal purple dress was in tatters, ripped to shreds from hours of anger and frustration. Her hair was out of shape from running her hands constantly though it during her bouts of crying. The only thing that was still pristine in the small elevator was the glistening guns she was loading.

She released the elevator from stop and opened the door on the 14th floor. Calmly and quietly, she walked down the green hallway to the fire stairs. After disabling the opening mechanism on it, a cruel smile crossed her purple lips. It was 3:00 AM; everyone was sleeping calmly in their apartments. It was such a perfect time to relieve stress.

Walking
back to the elevator shaft at the other end of the hallway, she
haphazardly pulled the fire alarm and stood in the front of the
elevator, guns behind her back.

The alarm blared, and the shuffling of the families inside of the apartments was soon heard. And as the careless bluepills ran out into the hallway to escape the building, she stood and watched them.

In the usual panic of the fire alarm, people began to crowd at the end of the hall, where the fire steps were. An elderly man was the first to reach it, his room right next to the steps. But when his hands pushed the door, it jammed shut. There was no way out of the hallway… except the elevator.

The hallway was quite full now and Return took the safeties off of the guns. Raising them up, a look of happiness fell across her twisted face.

The sound of lead filled the air, screams providing an appropriate chorus to the violence. “I am God… I AM GOD!!!” Return shouted, watching the red paint the walls of green. “IF I CAN’T DIE, THEN ALL OF YOU WILL DIE IN MY NAME!!!”

The carnage was spectacular. Bodies were totally ripped apart by her overuse of force. Some people were hardly recognizable after she stopped firing into the fray. And
after all of that, somehow, a scared little boy and his father
survived. The boy clutched his Father, crying, covered in the blood of
others. The father stared in front of him at the swiftly approaching Return, a look of horror across his face.

“Please… please… kill me, but don’t kill my son,” he pleaded with the woman in purple as she reached him.

She raised her dual guns to the man’s head and asked him a simple question. “Why do you want to save your son?”

“Because… I love him…”

“LOVE DOES NOT EXIST!!!” she shouted, firing into his head and neck. His
head literally exploded and the rest of his body dropped to the ground,
the child gasping and wailing, unable to breathe and unable to totally
comprehend what just happened.

She pointed her guns at the boy and was about to fire when another thought crossed her mind. She pulled her guns away and looked at the child through her purple sunglasses with a cold, blank stare. “You, child, will live. You
will have to live through the horror of remembering this moment, day
after day, year after year, just as I will endure the pain of having my
love stolen from me, day after day, year after year.”

With
that, she turned, and kicked out the door off of its hinges. She left
the blood of others all over her, and calmly walked to the roof. There, underneath the stars, she leapt from the 20 story building and made her escape into the night.

The headline was everywhere the next day:

RESIDENTIAL MASSACRE: 57 DEAD AFTER TERRORIST ATTACKS CITY APARTMENT

Because the last set of awards really overlooked the many facets of RP
and was more favored to the PvP audience, I thought up of a set of
awards that people could give to those who they believe fulfilled these
Roleplaying Categories. And, finally, after getting my MxO
account reactivated, I can post here again! So, here we are!

The Recursion Acting Awards Categories:

Best Actor - (Best overall in RP, male)

Best Supporting Actor - (A guy who never seeks the limelight of the leads in RP, but always seems to be around to support the story and be there)

Best Actress - (As said above with the Best Actor, only a female)

Best Supporting Actress - (As said above with Best Supporting Actor, only a female)

Best Hero - (Best "Good Guy" character, can be male or female)

Best Anti-Hero - (Best "Good Guy but doesn't want to be a Good Guy" (Dark Hero) character, can be male or female)

Best Villain - (Best "Evil" character, can be male or female)

Most Original Character - (Character that you believe is the most inspired and best written, can be male or female)

Best Storyline - (The Best RP Event/RP text in Next Renaissance you could comment on)

Most Creative Storyline - (Most creative and "out of the box, but still follows the rules of the Matrix" RP Event/RP text in Next Renaissance)

Best Writer - (The person whom you believe writes the best material/events on our server)

Best Scene - (A scene in an RP event/RP text that you believed to be one of the best you ever read/saw.)

Enjoy voting!

I know this could be just put into the other RP Workshop thread, but I
feel that this is a VERY IMPORTANT message, as it contains a few rules
that I want to drop down for everyone, as well as what the event will
entail TO A "T".

How to Get Here:

From Lemone Central: Go Straight North into the area with 2 huge buildings. Can't Miss it.

From Kedemoth East: Go straight South. Can't miss it.

Midian Park West: Go straight East. Still can't miss it.

Kedemoth Central: Go west, head towards the area with the 2 buildings alone. It's a bit trickier, but not rocket science.

The Keynote Speech:

I will be giving the keynote speech from where I am standing in this
picture. This means, you may all stand in the area in front of
me. I am facing Lemone Central, as you can see, so please gather
here for the beginning of the workshop.

I will speak the keynote in red text so you can all see it. I
know already that there will probably be people who will aimlessly spam
the area chat, which is why I am doing this. For all the nice
people in the audience, please try to keep area chat to a minimum.

The Keynote will start promptly at 3:00 PM EST, so please be here a little early to get psyched and to meet everyone else.

The Heckler Policy

As with any event, there will be morons. And because there are
people in our community who seem to be highly against roleplaying in
general, this event will probably attract alot of immature
children. And so, I would like to take a moment to state the
policy I want this event to have when it comes to people who love to
spam, or perhaps jack off with the area chat.

DO NOT FLAME BACK. That only gets them more excited. It will be the policy of the staff that people who flame back will be treated the same way as the flamers themselves. Which means you will also be reported for abuse, and you will also be /ignored by the staff if you flame back at any hecklers. Which means if you ask questions, the teachers of the classes won't be able to hear you. If this is not enough incentive to keep your mouths shut, I do not know what is.

REPORT ABUSE! Find the offending character and right click
on their RSI. Click the report abuse button. Send the abuse
report to SOE and let them deal with it. It is the better move to
make than flaming back.

USE THE /IGNORE! Target the offending character
after sending an abuse report and type /ignore into your chat
box. You won't be able to hear them for the rest of the time, and
you can concentrate on having fun in the event. Silence is golden.

IF YOU ARE A POSSIBLE HECKLER: Then I ask you kindly right now,
STAY AWAY. Unless you want around 60+ people sending abuse
reports about your character to SOE and you want your account to be
banned, don't bother to show up if you are not going to contribute to
the event.

Rules for the Masses

Now, we don't have that many rules for the rest of you. But there are a few things that I think need to be addressed.

THIS MEETING IS OUT OF CHARACTER. This means dueling
during classes, acting in-character, or generally being an *CENSORED* is not
welcome. If you come to this event, you are here to learn more
about roleplaying and meet the rest of the roleplaying community.
Duel later at the Roleplaying Fair which is after the classes.
But during the classes, I don't want to see dueling or people running
around like you all have ADD.

ORGANIZATION STAYS AT THE DOOR! This means exactly what it
says. You are not in character, so I don't want to hear some
"Merovingians SUCK!" or "ZIONISTS SUCK!" or "MACHINISTS SUCK!"
comments. I also don't want mass PVP breaking out. This is
not the time, nor the place. If you want PvP, go to one of the
"Hunt For Some Guy" events. If you want dueling, go to the many
Fighting Tournaments. This is roleplaying!

The (Approxmiate) Schedule of Events

3:00 PM EST - Lady Return's Keynote Speech in the Kalt Corporation main plaza, as shown above.

3:15 PM EST - The population will be split up into 4
separate groups for 4 different classes. The groups will stay in
each class for approximately 15 minutes, and then rotate to a new
class. This means the classes will last about an hour.

4:15 PM EST - All the class rotations will be complete,
and factions are asked to come outside and set up in clusters in the
Kalt Corporation Main Plaza for the Roleplaying Fair.

4:15 PM EST - ???? - The Roleplaying Fair will commence,
and factions will advertise their skillz and what they stand for, and
you can meet your fellow roleplayers, and just hang out in a general
party atmosphere.

The Classes

Improvisiation and You - Why Improv Is Roleplaying, Only Spelled Longer - Lady Return - A run through of common improv. rules and techniques, and how they can be applied to roleplaying.

Character Creation Techniques (or "Why You Are Not T3h 0n3") - BlackVelvet -
Your character creation didn't end once you left the creation
screen. This class will focus on how to create a dynamic
character without falling into the pitfall that is cliche traits.

General Roleplaying - Jumping from Pencil and Paper to the Matrix - Professor Not Assigned -
The Matrix is large and a little intimidating, but if you can treat it
like a big pencil and paper roleplaying game then you'll find out not
much has changed except the DM is SOE.

Forum Fanfics - The Offline Roleplay - Professor Not Assigned -
Roleplaying on forums, and writing stories is simply just the other
side of roleplaying in the Matrix. This class will cover proper writing
techniques, thoughts, and the problems of writing, such as bad spleing,
gramar. and god-modding (twinking/you are not teh 0ne).

Classes will last approximately 15 minutes and every group will get to participate in all of the classes offered.

And with all of this said and out of the way, I can't wait! See you all there!

Oh, and if you still have any questions, feel free to post them here, in this thread!

Ever wanted to get into Roleplaying, but you never knew who to see,
where to go, or what to say? NO MATTER! The Devil's
Advocates of Recursion are presenting the Roleplaying Workshop, a
series of talks and a large group meeting of everything that is
roleplaying!

Learn tips on:

Spontaneous Roleplaying
Roleplaying on Forums
Creating an Appropriate Character
Writing Skills

And the end of the workshop will be a massive group Roleplaying Fair,
where factions are invited to come strut their stuff as roleplaying
groups, and advertise for new members, as well as the perfect place to
get to know one another and meet some of the well known characters of
Recursion.

The Workshop will take place in Kedemoth's Kalt Corporation Plaza, which is right by the Kedemoth West and Lemone Central hardlines for easy access for roleplayers of all levels. The workshop will start at:

9:00 PM (Switzerland and surrounding areas)

8:00 PM (United Kingdom)

3:00 PM (Eastern Standard)

2:00 PM (Central Time)

1:00 PM (Mountain Time)

12:00 PM (Pacific Time)

Factions, Casual Roleplayers, and people of all
levels are Welcome! Brush up on your RP skills and meet your
fellow roleplayers on Recursion!

Ever wanted to get into Roleplaying, but you never knew who to see,
where to go, or what to say? NO MATTER! The Devil's
Advocates of Recursion are presenting the Roleplaying Workshop, a
series of talks and a large group meeting of everything that is
roleplaying!

Learn tips on:

Spontaneous Roleplaying

Roleplaying on Forums

Creating an Appropriate Character

Writing Skills

And the end of the workshop will be a massive group Roleplaying Fair,
where factions are invited to come strut their stuff as roleplaying
groups, and advertise for new members, as well as the perfect place to
get to know one another and meet some of the well known characters of
Recursion.

The Workshop will take place in Kedemoth's Kalt Corporation Plaza, which is right by the Kedemoth West and Lemone Central hardlines for easy access for roleplayers of all levels. The workshop will start at:

9:00 PM (Switzerland and surrounding areas)

8:00 PM (United Kingdom)

3:00 PM (Eastern Standard)

2:00 PM (Central Time)

1:00 PM (Mountain Time)

12:00 PM (Pacific Time)

Factions, Casual Roleplayers, and people of all
levels are Welcome! Brush up on your RP skills and meet your
fellow roleplayers on Recursion!

In continuning my tradition, here is a great generalized discussion thread for Double Cross, Act 2.

Now, for the people who were not in my server:

The purpose of this thread is to post general information acquired during the event.
Conversations, speeches, things of a public nature. I do not ask
post you to post sensitive organizational information DURING the
event. But feel free to post it afterwards if secrecy is no
longer required.

This post is both in character and out of character. Some
people enjoy writing things about the event from their character's
perspective. Others do not. Therefore, it is up to the
individual to choose how they want to post their information, of course.

Please support this thread! This thread has before become the
perfect place for ANYONE to not only catch up on the happenings of the
event but it also serves as a great archived resource for later. But I
cannot do that unless people help me by posting the things they have
done and seen as well. Make this thread a great centralized
thread everyone!

A group of sentinels moved through the tunnel silently,
stealthly. They were sure they had traced a heat signal to
somewhere in this tunnel, like a human that was wandering alone.
But yet, after scanning everything, they couldn't find a thing.
All cold.

The group hovered for a moment before being called back by the
source. They were required somewhere else. And just as the
last one left the tunnel, that's when the eyes appeared in the crack in
the wall.

Two piercing blue eyes looked out from the deep crack and slowly a pale
white face emerged. Return brushed back her blond hair and
smirked. "So easily trickable... just get in deep enough and they
can't penetrate the walls for their heat sensors... too easy..." she
thought to herself.

Just as she was going to set her camp back up, a twinge of emotion came
over her. She had been out here for 2 and a half weeks now, and
she had been meditating alot. And you know what? She was
sick of meditating.

--------------------------------------

"That was a sweet mission! Did you see the look on that exile's
face!" Farcry announced to his crewmates as the left the building in
Sai Kung. The Safe was a brand new hovercraft, just commissioned
by Zion, and it had on a whole crew of new recruits, and one
experienced captain, Callihan.

And Callihan didn't have a happy look on his face. "Farcry, you
tripped when entering the mission area. Handle, you freaked out and
shot at a vase. Clon, sneaking ahead of the group is not a good idea,
as you can tell when you get shot in the foot. Basher and
Breaker, don't hide in the elevator. Do I make myself clear?" he
barked.

"Yes sir," came an unhappy reply from the recruits behind him.
Callihan took out a cigarette from his pocket and smoked it as he
looked over the calm evening landscape. The bluepills were just
getting ready for bed, and the stars were out tonight, one of the
few times he's ever seen them in the Matrix.

Slowly though, he watched as the clouds rolled in. His grimaced
again, muttered to himself, and continued walking to the hardline that
was 3 blocks away. But just as he got a few more steps, he felt
something.

A piece of paper brushed past his leg and then suddenly began to
decompile. Farcry caught up to him and flintched as he saw the
paper turn into green code fragments. "What the..." he whispered.

As they stood there, more things began to decompile. Leaves,
papers, even a pidgeon decompiled. And the green code started to
swirl faster and faster, forming a large data node in front of
them. Farcry began to wimper and yelled over the wind, "Captain,
what the hell is going on!"

Callihan could only stand speechless as he watched the green mass of
code fluxuate and change, changing from a useless blob of code into the
shape of a very busty woman with short hair. At first he started
to smile, but that smile was quickly taken away. Two piercing
purple eyes appeared from the vortex of code, and purple lips twisted
into an evil smirk joined them.

"No... no... she died..." Callihan mumbled, letting the cigarette fall
from his lips as he stepped back. Slowly a thin, pale face
appeared, and blonde hair fell over one of the purple eyes.
Around her body, light began to be removed from the area and the
darkness came with it, forming into a thick ooze of darkness around her
body, slowly forming into a silf switchblade corset dress, pitch
black. Two gloves appeared on her hands, each bloody, like they
had been used in surgery by a demonic doctor. And on her feet,
two tall stiletto boots, each laced up to her knee.

The code swirl slowed down and Lady Return stood before them, with a
prissy smirk and twin pistols in her hands. "What are you staring
at boys? The fact that I just appeared before you, or my bust?"
she cooed.

Callihan snapped out from his trance. He pointed at her and
reached for his pistol in an angry rage. "Kill the traitor!
Kill the exile lover! Kill Lady Return! Kill her!"

Callihan fired six shots at her, but she moved too fast. Like a
virtual blur, Return easily moved out of the way of every shot.
The recruits stumbled with their guns as Return dodged their captain's
bullets. None of them were feeling especially confident.

Callihan pulled the trigger, but all that came from the gun was a sick
clicking noise and a waft of smoke from the end of the barrel.
The blur of black that was Return halted, stopping in a stoic state and
simply staring back at them with her purple eyes. "Good try
honey. Now it's my turn."

She twirled the guns into the proper position in her hand and jumped up
into the air. As she fell, she flipped forwards and time slowed
around her. And as she fired at the ill-prepared Zionists, she
began to sing softly to herself.

"As I glanced once upon the foam

40 feet beneath my feet..."

Three Zionists shot through the chest.. two more left...

"The coldest calm falls through the molten veins

Cooling all the blood to slush, congeals around the brain."

She landed, let the clips slide from her guns, and even dropped the
pistols themselves. 5 zion corpses fell to the floor, and the
code decompiled.

Callihan layed on the floor, bloody, but still alive. Yes... she
wanted him alive. She looked down into his face and smiled.
"How are you honey?"

"You're a **bleep**, Violet," he coughed back. "Why did you come back?"

"Why? Why did I come back? Hrmph... Two things... One, my
name is Lady Return now... not that Zionist bullcrap name of
Violet. And two..."

*BANG*

Callihan's head was half blown off, and blood was all over the
concrete. A single eye started back at Return silently as she
dropped her third revolver and placed it back on the strap under her dress.

"...unfinished business."

Callihan's body decompiled, and she dusted the blood code from her
dress. They'd be back soon enough, probably angrier than a
hornet's nest, but who cared. She wouldn't be close to the place
by the time they got back.

OOC: IT'S GREAT TO BE BACK!!!! WHOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!! I'M HOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Message Edited by Lady_Return on 09-25-2005 11:27 PM

Sooo... Pltchaos and I were arguing about Gothique. And I said if
Plt tried to kill Gothique, I'd kill her. So... Plt's response....

[21:35] pltchaos: Hey you know bast hissed and.. urinated on goth the other day.. just fyi

[21:36] Lady Return: Pissing isn't killing.

[21:36] Lady Return: She still works, even when wet.

[21:36] pltchaos: ...........

Anyone else have some great moments in roleplaying or chatting?

Kabell and I were talking a few days ago, and one of the things that
came up in conversation was the possiblity of having us at the Devil's
Advocates run an RP workshop for the server community. Instead of
just hosting another event, we could get the RP community together,
talk about RP and how to RP, integrate those who want to RP but don't
know other RPers, and just generally try to understand together what
RPing truly is.

But, as I was the one asked to put these together, I don't want to run
it if no one is going to show up. So, how much interest is there
in something like this? How many of you would like to attend an
RP workshop?

If there is enough interest, I will set a date for sometime in 2 weeks,
so when I get off of my break I will put up more formal announcements
and run it.

I'm sorry guys... I need a break from this game. It just seems
like everytime I log in, I feel like i'm forcing myself to play, and
that's not how it should be. I know, a bunch of you are like,
"She's 37... why's she leaving?" Because honies, if you know
anything about me it is thus: I am here for the story and for the
writing and the universe, I am not here to aimlessly kill monsters to
get experience or $information, I am not here to PvP, and I am not here
to hit 50. If I hit any level, it is a side effect of whatever
I'm currently doing. Seriously.

And I feel I have been here long enough to take a break from all of
this. Nothing in this game pleases me anymore. In fact, I
walk around most of the time, and people give me hell for my
level. I miss the days when RPing was as good as your fist... and
what you knew really mattered. Because of how this game has
changed, and it has... a person like me isn't required anymore.
The snide diplomatic pompous **bleep** isn't necessary, and so Return will
walk her path away.

So I want to take this time to thank the people who really matter most to me:

Fenshire, KnifeEdge, Eclipses, BlackVelvet, Musutangu, FreeStyleFTW,
most of the Trust and Royal Guard, thank you for being my
enemies. You have been good enemies to me, and I love the things
we wrote together.

EndlessVoid, Liliane, Gothique, Upstream, MajorKusanagi, Succabai,
KrazyDee, Firestarter, Breech, eh, even Fenshire and BlackVelvet can go
in here too, Spin-San, Pltchaos, Renshi, Sasho, all of my faction,
thank you for being my friends. You know who you people are... I
have too many to name, really.

And of course especially Gothique, who has made me feel truly required
for the last few days. Leaving you hurts the hardest about this
whole thing.

You say I walk away without accomplishing anything. I am only but
a lowly 37. Yet I walk away with more stories and memories than I
came here with. And you know what... it's more than any other
game has given me.

And, because I'm going to keep my station pass to play PlanetSide and
Star Wars Galaxies, well then, you might see me again in the
future. So, this isn't a good bye forever, just a ta-ta for
now. We shall see how things go.

With love to everyone,

Lady Return

Founder of the Devil's Advocates

IC:

**A note lies scribbed madly on the bar of the Sphinx, left there like it was expected to be easily found by the right person.**

To whom it may concern,

I know not where I go, and I really don't mind. I shall travel
where I please, and learn as much as I can. I understand that I
am not required here anymore, and so I shall make it easier for
everyone by removing myself. Please, do great things without me
as you have done with me. But for now, our ways must part.

Some of you won't mind seeing me leave. I understand this.
But do know, I will be back to reclaim my ladyship. In the
meantime, I pass my title of Lady to the one who I know will treasure
it, my recruit, Captain Succabai of the Black Orchid. I will
fondly miss you all, but one day, as I have said, I will be back.

I shall... Return... as I have before...

Sincerely,

Sarah Angela

**Attached are a few photos with the note**

Red Eye negotiation sessions. Give me back Pltchaos!

Morpheus reveals the RSI of The One

Nice to meet the Assassin of Morpheus.

Infiltrating the Masked was almost too easy...

I love my boss... and Flood too.

Long live Vampire Lord Invalesco!

Malphas and Ookami will pay.

If the Merovingian didn't tell me not to shoot you, you'd be dead by now, honey.

My love and I.

I know not where I shall travel. Let it be a better place.
Do not forget your past, because you can't go anywhere without knowing
where you have come from.

The sig... it says it all.

As the Recursion forums know, I was doing a project to make a picture
of Return lifesized. And behold! The project is complete!

I'd like to thank the Rasterbator for making my wonderful screenshots
into my now wonderful poster. If others want to do this... check
out the Rasterbator!

Step 1. Put up a LARGE poster of your character from Matrix
Online, and make sure that it takes up most of the wall. :smileytongue:

As you can see, my project isn't done yet because my
ink cartridge ran out. But when it's done, there will be 2 more
rows of six sheets each, and I'm going to finish off that row that's
incomplete with 3 more sheets. Making this a 6 X 6 sheet poster,
36 sheets of Lady Return's hotness all over my wall in a testament to
her glory. :smileyvery-happy:

Just thought you guys would get a kick out of this and my complete nerdyness.

---------------------------------------------

The Something Interesting team is proud to announce that the game has been adjusted and is now ready to go.

Something Interesting will run from Saturday, August 27th until Friday,
September 1st. Pay attention to the Recursion Forums, as well as
various places inside of the game.

If we told you anything more about this event, we'd have to kill you.

Enjoy Something Interesting!

///Broadcast Begin.

///Channel Hijack... done.

///Masking transmission signal... done.

///Channel mask: Lady Return... adopted. Begin.

Some people think that they know power, but do not understand it when
it is finally handed to them. Many of you redpills think you know
true power. You think you have it everytime you jump, everytime
you shoot, every time you escape an "impossible" situation.

Well, if you think that's power then I'm sure I can win any battle you
may put against me. You are nothing but puppets, the whole lot of
you. Don't think so? Well, I'd check again. I don't
think I need to explain it to you all.

And if you doubt me, then find me. You know who I am.

Spanish One + E then shake her up! Look for God's Connection. 0020 Eagles Shoot Tuck.

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This is just a general me ranting thread... I have these every once in
a while. But I wanted to get other people's takes on things in
this game.

When I first came here, I usually was shocked by the live events.
I found them interesting, amazing, intriguing, etc. People
complained that they were hard to follow... but for some reason I
never found that. Maybe I have good connections, friends in the
right places, got lucky, who knows? But I was connected to the
events even since I was level 10. When I was deeply involved with
Invalesco, I was 23. There were people who were 50 by then, and I
was more involved in the LET than they were. I finally felt like
I had found my place.

People knew my title, people knew me walking down the street, people
would roleplay with me wherever I was. But then, the events
stopped. Double Cross was the ending. And after that, I
feel almost like a fish out of water ever since then.

I am not a level fiend. I cannot stand grinding. I love
MMORPGs, but I hate grinding... yes, it's backwards, I know. I
have been searching for something... some game to finally come along
and push story more than level, push social conflict just as much as
ability conflict, push roleplaying as much as fighting... And I thought
it was all here. Playing this game was exciting, everytime you
logged in you were wondering if something was going on that you didn't
know about.

And now... I know it all. Everyone does. Nothing
changes. And now... I walk down the street, and I get laughed at
because I'm 36. People I recruited into my faction are higher
level than me, and people are wondering why do I never level?
Because it's not me. It never will be me.

I told others I have a fear of being 50. I don't want to be
bored. Missions break up RP... not RP breaks up missions.
Also, physical power is not Return's style. It never will
be. She's a **bleep**, she's a cunning **bleep**, she's not a shooting
**bleep** or one who does her own work. She gets other people to do
it for her. And my level, in my opinion, reflects that.

Above all, I never left a game because it got so bad I had to leave
it. I've always left a game because I've felt it was my time to
go. However, Matrix seems to me like I use to have everything I
liked to do, and now it doesn't. Like, I'm being forced out of my
home. God bless the people who still RP with me, they're the only
thing really keeping me here.

I'm just wondering, is anyone feeling the same feeling? I'm
trying to describe it, and I think I got most of it, but there are some
things about it that I know I can't put into words.

Click Here to Read Fever Pitch

Because I don't feel like putting all 4 parts back together again for
you guys in one post (especially because it would be MEGA HUGE and just
too long of a post, almost as big as Return :smileywink:), you can all click the
link above to read Fever Pitch.

As I said before, part 4 is the one where parental guidance is
suggested, as it goes into one really shocking/odd event that could be
construed as too sexual for these forums. So, if you're squeamish
and don't think shocking things, don't read part 4.

I'm almost done part 5, which means Fever Pitch is indeed coming to a
close. Thank you to everyone on the server who helped me out with
it and participated in the "live event", so to speak, that was attached
to the story. Especially BlackVelvet, Fenshire (especially
"daddy" Fenshire, lol), Musutangu, KillahRazor,Th3ra, Rhaokoth, Kabell,
Liliane, TeeCue, Gothique, EndlessVoid, and everyone who read Fever
Pitch during it's time here on the Recursion forums. While I may
have written it, I am certainly just a co-writer of this story, and
enjoyed as you roleplayed along side of me and aided me in making this
story so great. Thank you.

Message Edited by Lady_Return on 08-24-2005 06:51 AM

Dear New Mods,

We like to post threads concerning our server here, in the general
server area. We understand that some of these threads, such as
events and stories, also fit into other forums. However, because
alot of us don't read these other forums and mostly do not intend for
our works to be read by these other areas (I intend for almost all of
my work to be read by my friends here in Recursion, as this stuff
applies to them, not to the Next Renaissance forum), we post our events
and things here, in the Recursion forums to give everyone on the server
a heads up.

So, if you could please allow us to have these posts here without
moving them with no warning, we would appreciate it, I'm sure of
it. I know I for one like to see the events we're having here in
these forums, as I do not read the other forums... I like to have
everything pertaining to my server in one place.

Sincerely,

Lady Return

To those whom it may concern,

It is with great sadness that I ask this, but due to recent
circumstances I cannot avoid it. I, Lady Return, of the Devil's
Advocates, do hereby request that Zion and Machines consider my person
a target of non-opportunity for the duration of 5 months. In
return for this, I will cease my current business dealings and personal
requests to the other members of my organization, and end any business
I may be currently doing in the Matrix, leaving them to my family, the
Devil's Advocates. In simpler terms, I am asking not to be
attacked or to be the target of any aggression from either side, and I
will not do anything to harm either one of your organizations via my
commands or actions.

Why do I ask this? Simply put, my decisions are no longer based
upon the welfare of myself, but of myself and my three children whom
are inside my womb. Because of the nature of the Matrix, I would
not wish to subject the life inside of me to any danger. I do not
know what would happen to my children if I would be perhaps injured or
killed in the Matrix, and I wish to prevent any harm to them.

I know what I ask is, first of all, extremely out of character for
myself. But... I do have a strange connection to these
children... one I cannot fully explain. Even though I do not know
who is their father, or even how I became like this, I feel that I must
protect them. As I am already 4 months along with my triplets, I
do not want to see any more harm come to them. God only knows
what I have already put them through without knowing it.

I also know that this is extremely hard to believe. But my family
and others can attest to the fact that I am indeed telling the truth,
and have also put in maternal leave to my faction commander, as well as
Flood. My RSI may not appear as my real body may, and that is
because I am suppressing the bio-mechanics of my RSI to better suit
myself in the Matrix. I do not wish to be as large and as clunky
as I am in the real inside of my dream world.

I know my request is a tall order, but I wish to stress that I would
like it to be accepted. And even if you don't believe me, I will
stand by my end of the bargain, and bring no more injury to either
organization on my personal behalf. I cannot, however, attest to
what my family might do if you should strike against them. I can
only attest for my personal orders and commands and actions.

With Respect,

Lady Return

The Devil's Advocates

You must realize the truth: There is no post. Then you will see it is not the post that has moved, only yourself.

She didn't do this often. She hated even being here. The
metal walls, the ruddy bed, everything about the place was cold, but it
was all they had. Lady Return layed on her poorly stuffed bed in
her room inside of the growing "Outpost Styx" complex. Styx was
one of those places where people who didn't agree with Zion went.
It was owned and operated by her faction, the Devil's Advocates, and
technically she had a right to be involved with the construction and
operations of it, but she didn't want that. No, Return was sick
of leadership.

She rolled over angrily, as the bed was not suiting her needs.
What she wouldn't give for a four poster bed in the Matrix right
now! But all the doctors said she had to disconnect, at least for
a little bit. Even Rhaokoth told her to get out for a little bit
and walk around Styx, and usually Rhao agreed with her.

Walking wasn't her style, however, and she went from the jack-in
chambers to her cabin almost immediately. People waved to
her, bowed to her, and saluted her when she passed, and all she offered
was nothing more than a head nod back. She didn't feel good, and
she didn't want to be bothered.

You see, Lady Return was one of those people who looked extremely
similar to her RSI. She never believed in masking her identity,
she wanted people to know who she was at all times, and to either hate
her for what she's done, or respect her deeply for what she's
done. She earned whatever emotion was given to her, and she
wanted it. And as she walked down the halls with her telltale
strut, her hand casually on her hip, her blond hair ragged but still
beautiful in an odd sort of way, her large breasts bouncing softly, and
an odd smirk on her face, she wanted people to stare. She
wouldn't have it any other way.

But now was not one of Lady Return's finer moments. Her arms were
across her chest, struggling for warmth and comfort. She even
curled up into a fetal position and cryed at one point, because of the
pain in her chest and the coldness gripping her body. She tossed
again, trying to get some comfort out of where she was.

Before she had resorted to her bed, she had been on the ground of her
cabin before. There, she drew a small box from under her bed, and
took out her most prized possessions. A small toy cat, made from
metal with legs that moved, a couple of oddly and crudely formed metal
building blocks, a metal duck with wheels for legs that could be pushed
around on the ground, and the greatest thing that she owned in the real
world, a plush doll stuffed with fabrics she sneaked out from other
areas of Styx. It was a perfect replica (as perfect as she could
get it) of her Matrix dollie, Sarah.

Return squeezed Sarah against her chest and brushed her soft body on
her face, a small gasp letting loose from her pink lips as she did
so. She had such a trial putting Sarah together, and she went to
all lengths to do it. From getting extra fabric from the production of
clothes, to having Succabai teach her how to sew, to having Breech99
sneak some pieces of stuffing and loose fabric to her to finish the
stuffing process. Sarah was a work of art, and it was also the
only thing that she really loved outside of the Matrix.

For 2 hours, Return sat on that floor, having Sarah's plush hands push
the duck around, construct small towers out of the blocks, and pet the
metal cat over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and hugging
Sarah for all she was worth. Those moments were priceless to the
Lady of Lies. Nothing else could replace them.

But that's when the pain started, and that's also when she put her
things away and crawled into bed with Sarah. And each minute she
lie there, the pain rose one notch worse. She had never felt
anything like it before, and she didn't know what to do. She knew
she should have called for help, but she was a Lady! Ladies do
not succumb so easily.

A knock came at her door. She didn't respond to it. The
knock came again, she still didn't respond. The door opened
slowly, and a face poked in.

"Good evening lady, can I do anything for you?" said the kind and smiling face of Breech99.

Return tossed over again, no emotion crossing her face, even though her
pain was intense. "No... I'm fine. Thank you for your
offer, however."

"But Lady, you haven't eaten anything since you jacked out. And
you need to eat something, having that IV feeding tube isn't good for
you all the time, you know."

"I know but I'm... I'm... ah..." Return stuttered. No words could
come out of her mouth. Her expressionless face soon turned into
one of fear, and her blue eyes quickly unfocused as she began to
hyper-ventilate.

"Return? RETURN! DOCTOR! DOCTOR!" Breech
screamed. Return began to shiver and continue to
hyper-ventilate. Breech leaped from the doorway to her side, and
heavy footsteps began to run down the hall...

This has been mentioned a couple of times, and I think it's just a good
post to bring up here in the general community becuase it pertains to
all of us, and it's fond to look back on what we as the MxO players
have gone through since the launch of the game. I'll try to get
screenshots in here, and if anyone can also contribute their own
screens or experiences I have left out, then that would be great!
I know the LET did alot of personalized stuff before SoE came over, so
I'd like to hear some of the other things they did.

And with that said, let's begin:

Prelude - Chapter 0 - Eyepocalypse (BETA Closing Event)

The Matrix went into overdrive as the system crashed during the
transition from Version 6 to Version 7. Morpheus lead troops into
battle, The Merovingian left his followers and spread a wicked virus as
he left, legions of Agents appeared everywhere, taking down all that
they could and using a version of the Smith virus to corrupt redpills
to do their deeds. And all the while, billboards changed through
out the Matrix, telling the awakened to "Jack out now, or discomfort
will be extreme", and eyes in the sky above kept watch on those who
went out of line (which was practically everyone). Certain famous
redpill leaders were killed almost instantly, and those who did survive
the onslaught of the Fire Virus were eventually decompiled into small
flesh blobs and disconnected.

The Matrix has restarted.

Chapter 1.1 - The Race to Find the One

The Matrix's version 7 opened with a bang. The newly awakened,
still dealing with the problems of the truce between the Zionists and
Machines, while the Merovingians waited silently in the corner, were
balancing alot on their plate. But a new sinister threat
arose. The corrupt Red Eye Agents, programs who called themselves
agents but were 10 times weaker, began to multiply throughout the
system, leeching off of the code.

Upon destroying the Red Eyes that appeared, red pills were greeted with
green code fragments... Neo's RSI code! Embedded in these were
his final thoughts during the great battle with Smith, and these were
the key to rebuilding the RSI that changed the Matrix.

Organizational leaders proclaimed that all must turn these fragments
into them, and so it was done. Special collectors were set up and
were willing to take both PDAs from the Red Eyes and Code Fragments
from Neo and deposit them to the organization. Whoever could
collect the most would win a prize greater than that of any other...
Neo himself.

(Standings by Frag Collection amongst all Servers: Zion 1st, Merovingian 2nd, Machines 3rd)

Morpheus made speeches during the collecting, and during one fantastic
speech, he brandished an unfinished version of Neo's RSI to show Zion's
"victorious" accomplishments. Not to be out done, Flood of the
Merovingian also called a meeting for their operatives. And
during that meeting, he too brandished a very similar version of Neo's
incomplete RSI.

It was after the collection was complete when the leaders announced
something else. They needed programs to reassemble the RSI, and
the only programs with that power were called "Shapers". It was
necessary for the Organizations to pull certain Shapers out of the
Matrix and send them to the source so they could recompile the RSI.

As organizational leaders found and located Shapers, it was necessary
for redpill operatives to track down the shaper on foot (they were
usually located at a monument in the Mega City) and shake hands with
them to gain their trust. Once that was done, the Shaper would
request to be taken to a nearby Subway, because subways were the way
for the Shaper to reach the source. The shaper would follow
whomever shook their hand, and would then pledge allegiance to the
Organization that helped them.

Of course, all rules of truce were off. After shaking the hand of
the shaper, the leading operative became hostile automatically, even in
non-hostile areas. (If you shook the hand of a shaper, your PvP flag
went on, even if you weren't on a hostile server.) This problem put
many operative's lives on the line as they attempted to lead the shaper
to a subway, and it became almost impossble to do this safely without
having 500 other redpills swarm after you, trying to either protect you
for the organization, or kill you for their own gain.

(Serverwide Standings of the Shaper Run: Merovingian 1st, Machines 2nd, Zion 3rd)

7 of the 8 Shapers were secured, but a transmission from the Oracle to
all redpills stated something was wrong. The 8th Shaper had been
secured, but by none of the Organizations. The Red Eyes had him.

Using his powers, the Red Eyes each had a piece of Neo infused into
their RSIs, creating even more powerful N30 Agents, who radiated a dark
purple aura. These agents swarmed hardlines, killing any redpill
in sight. But everyone banded together and fought back... the
Oracle was right, it was time to work together.

Sharing resources, Zion, Machines, and the Merovingian targeted the
source of the threat: the 6 numbered "super red eye agents", Agents 1,
2, 3, 4, 5, and 6. If they could be destroyed, the Machines could
perform a system anti-virus scan on the Matrix, removing all of the
other weaker N30 Agents. Each Organization claimed 2 agents for
themselves, and together they put out an all out attack at each of the
Monuments, destroying these super agents quickly and effectively.

The anti-virus program ran, and the N30 Agents ceased to multiply.
Balance was restored in the Matrix once again. But as for Neo's
RSI... it was still unfinished.

Chapter 1.2 - Nightfall

Chaos had been caused from the Red Eye agents, and not even the small
pocket of protection that was Blackwood Prison was unaffected.
Blackwood Prison, a holding of the Merovingian's where he tortured and
held any program that went against his reign and is said that no living
human can reach or see, is a horrible place in a small construct of a
forest where it is eternally night. But the problems in the
Matrix also shook this construct, and it didn't shake it in the right
way.

Two of the worst programs imaginable, Vampire Lord Malphas and Pack
Leader Ookami, were released from their holdings. Quickly
mounting an escape, they freed other vampires and lupines from their
cells, each pledging allegiance to the two... except for one.

Invalesco, brother of Vampire Captain Feronus, was left sitting his his
cell, pissed off beyond comprehension. Not even his own brother
let him out, because he was a loose cannon when it came to
orders. But finally, Invalesco's moment came. Malphas
approached him and offered a choice. Rot in Blackwood, or follow
him and not to try anything funny. Invalesco chose the latter.

-------

The Merovingian wasn't stupid. He saw what had happened at
Blackwood and he was beyond furious. Ordering his operatives to
kill on sight, a small war between exiles began.

-------

Malphas and Ookami were hunted down, and their lives threatened.
In a last ditch attempt, they hid themselves in a construct of their
own making, out of the reach of the Matrix. Staying their, they
ordered their captains to spread word that the Merovingian had captured
them. This was turning out to be better than they had planned...

The Vampires and Lupines went nuts. They couldn't believe that
the Merovingian had struck against them by "capturing" their
leaders. Many of them began an assault against the redpills,
hopefully attempting to turn the tide to find their leaders before it
was too late for them. Hardlines were once again the target of
choice as lupines and vampires spilled blood on the streets of the Mega
City as night began to fall on the Matrix.

-------

Invalesco didn't like his assignment. He didn't like it one
bit. Communicate with the humans and find out if they would side
with Malphas? HA! He wasn't doing that. He had a
better plan... perhaps the humans would listen to him.

Invalesco called a meeting of redpills in Mannsen Park, and many
attended. It was then when he made his offer, that if we, the
redpills of the Matrix, would join with him and fight against Ookami
and Malphas then he would give us power over the Matrix. He
promised that he could make night fall eternally on the city, and make
those who trusted in him his greatest leaders.

-------

Word spread quickly to Malphas and Ookami. The two were now even
more furious than usual. The plans were quickly changed, and
instead of targeting the Merovingian, they targeted Invalesco's
uprising. They came out of hiding, proclaiming where they were,
and asked politely through Feronus if Zion and the Machines and those
who truly loved the Merovingian to destroy Invalesco before he
destroyed everyone else.

During his fateful meeting with his redpill captains, and just as he
was about to cast the spell that would turn redpills into vampire
programs, Feronus burst in and blocked the execution of the
command. A fight ensued, and Invalesco fled into the night with
Feronus's blood on his hands.

Malphas ordered a swift execution of Invalesco, and traced his hiding
place. Using contacts throughout the Matrix, redpills were able
to trace the route of information to Invalesco, and drive a stake into
his heart. But while there were problems with Invalesco, Flood
and a group of exile programs got Malphas and Ookami from behind and
unaware. Captured, they were taken to the Merovingian, who
deleted the rogue vampires and lupines without remorse, tortured
Malphas and Ookami, and eventually made them swear to him and only to
him, or face even worse concequences. Invalesco's followers were
quickly oppressed, some even being thrown out of their factions into an
organization-less exile.

Malphas and Ookami were now the newest Merovingian captains, working
along side Flood. But how long will this last before they try to
assassinate him again?

Chapter 1.3 - The Hunt for ~~Morpheus~~ The Assassin

Morpheus was still trying to work out how to get the remains of Neo
back to Zion. He was literally obsessed with finding his
body. Why? Not only were they something he wanted to
respect, but it was rumored that if Morpheus could get his hands on
Neo's jack socket from the back of his head, he could fuse the final
data from that socket with the RSI code of Neo that he possessed.
He could recreate a digital version of Neo, breathing life into him
once again.

His reign of terror began.

The once noble Morpheus stooped to a new type of bomb that he
developed, the Code Bomb. Completely harmless, the only thing the
Code Bomb did was reveal the Matrix code from what it was. Not a
world of stone and concerete and metal, but a world of digital
streaming green code. And any redpill infected with the bomb's coding
also would appear as streaming green code, but not to other
redpills. He wasn't targeting redpills. He was targeting
the Bluepills.

Morpheus was trying to attempt a mass awakening of people to the
reality of the Matrix. Violently disregarding the truce in an
attempt to pressure the machines to give back Neo's body.

Zion was now split into two regimes. Morphites, those who
supported Morpheus and his decisions, and Lockites, those who supported
Commander Jason Lock's opinion, as well as the upholding of the
truce. Morphites spread posters about the Matrix, proclaiming the
sanctity of The One, as well as defending bombs placed about the Matrix
by Morpheus. Lockites, assisted by Machines and Merovingians,
ripped down the posters and found materials that aided in diffusing the
talking bombs wherever they were set up. It took 5 manual pages
to diffuse the bomb, and redpills organized themselves in diffusal
groups, each having at least one of the pages to perform one stage of
the diffusal as bullets rained down from the Morphites.

And, at the peak of his bombings, it all ended with 6 bullets to the
chest. The porcelain faced Assassin, the one who had been
ruthlessly killing redpills in Sobra Shores and Gracy Heights,
dramatically killed Morpheus at a sewage waste facility by defying the
laws of the Matrix and moving through an impossibly small ventilation
duct to get a shot at him.

Morpheus had been killed.

Even though the leader had fallen, his RSI remained for some
reason. The Machines moved his RSI to a church, where redpills
and Organization leaders came to pay their respects. But in a
sick and twisted form of events, the body of Morpheus re-coded itself
into flies to the horror of those redpills in attendance! The
flies got everywhere, and swarmed around redpills, into their mouths
and eyes and totally hampering all of their skills. The fly virus
was born, and the time of the Corrupted was now at hand.

Continuing his murderous run, the Assassin appeared again, and this
time it was at a meeting of Machinists with the Agent leader, Agent
Skinner. The assassin shot and killed Skinner, who was deleted in
a very large fashion. Agent Gray was promoted to lead Agent, and
the Machines became furious at this exiled program.

The Fly Virus infected every possible of the Matrix imaginable.
To show the extreme decay of the code, the Monuments, once proud and
pristine, began to decay into a tarnished brown and green state and
looked impossibly disgusting. And bluepills infected with the fly
virus began to turn into walking swarms of flies that only spread the
virus, only reverting to normal once killed by a red pill.

Quickly, the Machines coded a replacement for Agent Skinner. It
was through requests from Machinists that the new liaison between human
and machines was born... the first female agent, Agent Pace.
Agent Pace, while trying unsuccessfully to be more human than the other
agents, lead the redpills of all organizations into combat, helping out
by spreading a newly coded insecticide that had the power to destroy
the fly virus.

The virus, sensing doom, collected itself into a gigantic
monster! The super corrupted began to tear down anything in it's
path, destroying and corrupting whatever it could, and spawning more
smaller corrupted in its wake. With the help of Agent Pace, the
redpills made a full on assult against the beast, and it fell from the
overuse of insecticide... the fly virus was removed, but the Assassin
escaped...

...for now.

Wow.. my hands are tied. That comes out to be alot longer than you
think it's going to be! I'll put Choice and Concequence and
Double Cross up later... right now my hands hurt and I need a break!

If anyone has anything to add, please do so! Especially
screenshots! Just try to add an approximate of when your small
story happened in relation to the events described above. For
reference:

Chapter 0 - Eyepocalypse

Chapter 1.1 - The Race to Find the One

Chapter 1.2 - Nightfall

Chapter 1.3 - The Hunt for Morpheus/The Assassin

Chapter 2.1 - Choice and Concequence - The Tale of the Novalis II

Chapter 2.2 - Double Cross, a tale in two acts

So, like, lead off your story with something like:

"Between 1.1 and 1.2 - (Event title)"

And then describe your run in with the LET.

Hopefully we can get this to be a pretty good summary thread for the newbies!

http://legends.everquest.station.sony.com/showcase/dynamic.jsp

Wait wait wait... what does THAT sound like?

And my point? The EQ players have to pay EXTRA for that.
Stuff we're accustommed to getting more frequently, and more
importantly, FREE WITH SUBSCRIPTION.

While this isn't a guarantee that they are going to make us pay for
Live Events, this scares me, and makes me want to PRAY that they don't
even think about doing this to us. Because if this should ever
happen, and we get something like "Matrix Online Legends", I will freak
out and leave.

EDIT: Edited to make the link work.

Message Edited by Lady_Return on 08-15-2005 05:23 PM