I take shape in front of the tabor west hardline. I watch the code fall like heavy rain all around me. The world takes shape, as my brain, jacked into the matrix, let's the veil of this reality cover my eyes. I walked two steps and stop. Tabor's quiet, more quiet than usual. I swear I can hear a leaf fall from a tree and hit the ground because it's so silent. I walked forward a few more steps before taking the phone from my left pocket and holding to my ear, I click a button, and the phone opens. I listen to the dial tone for a few seconds before going to my list of contacts. A long list it is, I scan over the fifty, sixty some contacts on the list. Several from every neighborhood and district, including the three major contacts. I make a few calls to some of the contacts, getting some closure from the business I had from each of them. After about ten minutes, I'm back staring at the menu of contacts. I slide my thumb over the delete button, but something inside me stops me from hitting it. I shut the phone and return it to my left pocket. I slide a gloved hand through my dull red hair.  I tighten the black bandana around my face, and hyper jump up. The breeze on the way up blows through my hair, a nice cool breeze, it feels good. I can hear my leather jacket rippling behind me, as I do a front flip and land on one of the higher buildings in the area. I look over the area, and I jump from building to building for a couple hundred meters. Finally I land in front of the door of an office building, I push on the door and it swings open, I enter. The bluepills in this building are everywhere. I didn't know there was any office building this flourishing with bluepills in richland, at least not this flourishing with actual business people. The girl at the front desk gives me a funny look, she's cute, short blonde hair, dark highlights. The other bluepills in the area go on about their business. I walk up to the girl. "Where's the office for business security and money transportation?" I ask, looking at her over my sunglasses. "Floor 5. May I ask what your business is with their offices?" She must be new, giving me the floor number before asking my business like that, it's not safe. "Problems with my security." She smiles, and I nod in appreciation of the information she's given me. I walk to the elevator, trying to avoid  bumping into any of the rushing bluepills. I enter the elevator, and press the button for floor 5. A young man runs towards the elevator as it closes. "Hold it please!" He yells in desperation, I just shake my head, and watch the doors shut in his face. The doors open on floor 5, I walk out the door, the people in the office give me a funny look. Most of them are regular office workers like the others, and only three or four of them are actually dressed in the apparel of someone who works building security. I put my left hand on the left side of my belt, my right hand on the right side. They all stare at me. I draw from my belt silenced twin FM-1100 Magnums. There's a look of shock and horror on the faces of the bluepills. The few people in security uniforms reach for their revolvers, as I begin opening fire. The screams of terror could be heard from blocks away from the building, as I shoot round after round into the helpless bluepill office workers. The building security team members are the first ones to drop, turns out there were more than three or four of them, they were just hiding in the back rooms. There was at least twenty of them, means there was a lot of back rooms. One of the security members manages to actually get a shot at me before dropping, the damage from the bullet is minor. Some people run towards me and try to push me out of the way so they can get into the elevator, foolish indeed. I shot each of them before they had the chance to enter the elevator. The few remaining survivors now hide under their desks, some of the braver office workers fling supplies at my, which I dodge with minimal effort. I begin walking farther into the office, making sure to clear out the cowards under their desks, and the brave fools desperate to defend themselves. Someone I missed sprinted from under their desk and to the elevator, they make it inside, they nervously look for the L button on the panel, before they can find it, they get a bullet in between the eyes. I clear out the rest of the office. Some people were hiding under desks in the inner offices, a few more people tried to flee towards the elevator, and even fewer try to call for help, only one manages to get the call for help through, but they die before getting more than a gasp out of their mouth. I return to the elevator, I hit the L button to return to the lobby. As the doors open and I walk into the lobby, the dead bodies of the few that managed to make it into the elevator alert the office workers that my intentions there were cruel. They scream, and run, but I've all ready put away my guns. I walk out of the office building, as I exit I turn to the receptionist who told me what floor I wanted to know, and I stared at her for a second, she stared back at me, her eyes so lovely, like seas of violet crystals. She picks up the phone and dials for emergency assistance. I pull out one of my silenced FM-1100 Magnums, and shot the receiver of the phone. Her fear showed in her face, I pointed the pistol at her, something inside me stopped me from shooting her. I hear the sirens, I holser my pistol, let the door swing shut, and I hyper jump into the air. I hyper speed to the nearest hardline, and teleport out of the richland district. I see the shine of the police car lights in the distance, then i see a few meters away, an Agent possessing a demon army gang member. I teleport to downtown...

(not bad, but the bluepill keeps her asleep, and the Redpill awakens her. you have it switched)

 (PE Finale, part 1)

The sun is just beginning to rise, in the matrix, it is morning.

The sun glistens over the city like a bright ruby, breaching every car and building window, and every single face, program, exiled program, bluepill, redpill, anomalies...

A  current of events flows through the city like a cape, a cape attached to the shoulders of a Zionite Operative...

The Zionite does his duty, as a Soldier of Zion, fighting the efforts of the cypherite and machine organization. The operative feels his duty to be his one true purpose. He fights the fight he's been fighting since his awakening. . .

Notes: Each organization has a "controller" whose job it is to guide operatives through their dangerous missions in the Matrix

Notice controller in that quote is singular. I am aware of the Live Events and that we do have multiple controllers, multiple higher ups that bark orders at us as Operatives in MXO

BUT, controller being singular this is an obvious reference to our lovely controllers that show up when you hit N on your keyboard.

So, Shimada, and Veil, should NOT be listed.

I wish they were.

I'm not trying to cause an argument though, just, a discussion.

-

No, syntax doesn't really get the announcement anymore, rarely, if at all. Usually it's Agent Gray, Flood, and last time I was in Zion it was Niobe

Vinia wrote:

So who tells EPN and Cyphs what to do in live events?

The Kid and Cryptos.

Thank you.

And Vinia. You have a point about controllers in live event "assignments" also classified as missions, BUT Tyndall can not jack into the matrix, so she is not the controller of those "Missions". When you take RP into it you could say Tyndall gives the information to the LE characters, but she really doesn't control those missions.

And as odj pointed out, there are several other characters "controlling" live events.

Notes: Each organization has a "controller" whose job it is to guide operatives through their dangerous missions in the Matrix. We're taking this opportunity to give you a close-up of each of the five controllers, complete with "cut out" photos with transparent backgrounds, for easy incorporation into your own images!

That is a false statement. The Cypherite and E Pluribus Neo organizations DO NOT have mission controllers. The two maybe splinter organizations, but they are recognized by most in the community as two SEPARATE organizations, just like they're recognized in this image retrieval.

I know the idea for missions for EPN and CYPH separately was all ready shot to death, but I would like this to be pointed out and recognized.

I know this is making me seem like a jerk, but being a jerk is not my intention. I just want this fact to be noticed and recognized.

OMG OMG OMG OMG!!!!!!!!! AWESOME AWESOME AWESOME AWESOME AWESOME AWESOME AWESOME!!!

I had a friend make me the closest version of the Sleepwalker outfit they could find, ((thanks again Starschwar)) but it won't match up to a tattered version of the actual Sleepwalkers!

The Blue Sky event was one of my favorites, if not my favorite, events. Because, I was always a fan of the masked and blue look, even these clothes are tattered blue, and I liked their extremist way of going about Cypherism, and tried to illustrate that into my cyph char, it did not work out in the end, but I still think they're cool.

I agree with the other people saying Blue Sky into Sati's construct

And I am really excited for this update.

Hopefuly this update will come up before august, because stupid azz me cancelled my account. And NO! I am not reactivating it, I'll just hope and pray that it'll come out b4 august, and ppl will help me loot. TY.

Oh...and wait....what's this? I take a closer look at image of Sleepwalkers...

GREY BANDANA!!! The long awaited grey bandana is here! Well...coming here! W00h00! Ty Rarebit

I am just really pumped for this update...excited...

Did I mention woo?

::                               ::

DemondHunter opens his eyes, and the jack is pulled away from him by Fragz.

"Anyone you want to say goodbye to NegativeEight?" DemondHunter looks to his younger brother and smirks.

"No," negativeEight quickly replied, "and yes, I am sure."

DemondHunter and Fragz chuckled. NegativeEight joined them in laughing.

The three Operatives looked at each other, DemondHunter got up from the chair, and the Operatives formed in like a small circular shape.

"Okay guys, this is it", DemondHunter said.

"I know" Fragz said and nodded at DemondHunter.

"Me too, I am ready", NegativeEight said.

"All right" DemondHunter started speaking again. We take off in this ship and don't look back till we find somewhere to settle."

 NegativeEight and Fragz nodded.

"I say hands in." NegativeEight put his hand in the middle of his circle, looking at the other two men.

Fragz placed his hand over NegativeEight's, and DemondHunter placed his hand over both of theirs.

"To a New Colony" DemondHunter said, "To a fresh start" Fragz said, "and to a new life", NegativeEight said, they all spoke one after another.

"The New Revival." DemondHunter said, and they all lifted their hands.

"Right on" NegativeEight said as he sat in the first mate controller chair, DemondHunter sat next to him in the pilot's chair.

"Let's do this" said Fragz, as he climbed a ladder and made himself comfortable in one of the turret control chambers.

"Let's." DemondHunter said.

DemondHunter started up the ship.

"Let's see what this improved hovercraft can do!" DemondHunter shouted with excitement.

"Hell yes!" NegativeEight yelled.

"Lock and load!" Fragz yollered

The hovercraft took off.

The speed of the ship kept increasing, an hour passed and the hovercraft had just entered the Machine city.

"Okay! This is where *poop* JUST STARTS to get rough, so hold on tight everyone" DemondHunter yelled.

They were all ready, it seemed that they had been ready all their lives for this.

"Activate that extra set of electrical pads NegativeEight...I mean, James" said DemondHunter.

"Will do brother, Michael." NegativeEight was happy to be using his bluepill name, so was DemondHunter.

"My name is Joshua!" Fragz shouted.

The extra set of electrical pads that had been installed and modified activated, the ship moved at top speed now.

"Here they come" All three of the men whispered to themselves.

A pack of about twenty sentinels came at the ship, Joshua began firing immediately.

"Holy *poop*" Joshua said. The new and improved turret was cutting through the Sentinels like a knight's sword cutting through butter.

Michael shouted several commands that James followed instantly.

The twenty sentinels fell to the ground in pieces, then the Machines began to launch seeker missles, they did NOT want anyone getting to the outer zones. The missles barely scorched the new armor that was applied to DemondHunter's ship, but Michael knew it wouldn't last. He sped up the ship, gripping the steering wheel as hard as he could, using all of his strength to gain control of the ship.

The sentinels and the missles hurled themselves and Michael's ship one after another, like a heavy rain of hail.

Joshua aimed the turret the best he could to stop the Machines from hitting, but he couldn't get all of them.

By now the hovercraft was half way out of the machine city, almost to the no fly zone, which would lead them to the outer areas.

The armor began to dent.

Michael steered up towards the sky, to try and trick them, the sentinels followed, Michael couldn't last without power in his ship while these Sentinels were flinging themselves at him, so he went down before the storm line was breached.

He continued out of the machine city, the Sentinels were still on the assault.

THeir cutter lasers began to pierce through the ship, it took ten of them to cut through it all in one spot, the ten sentinels began to peel the armor off the ship, one of teh sentinels lost one of his arms trying to peel it off, if you could call those tentacle like things arms.

Michael and the others were all caked in sweat, the new modifications made the hovercraft harder to control, in all ways.

Michael took off his over shirt, and tugged on his blank tank top.

James was all ready wearing a tank top, he never wore an over shirt.

Joshua didn't have time to stop firing.

The Sentinels began to move towards the pilot deck.

Michael yelled for James to grab the controls, Michael picked up his electric revolvers, and fired at the Sentinels.

He held the triggers down, his hands cut and bleeding from gripping the steering wheel and making repairs earlier. Four of them went down.

Six remained, including the one missing a tentacle.

Michael fired again, five fell, but it was too late for Michael to fire at the last one, it was all ready on him.

The Sentinel flung one of its tentacles at Michael, Michael dodged the blow, he jumped away from another attack attempt made by the Machine, and then the Sentinel took a stab at him, Michael dropped his revolvers and grabbed the tentacle.

The Sentinel moved to strike his other tentacles, but James had broken away from the controls and he shot one of Michael's electrical revolvers at the Sentinel, it shut down.

Michael and James jumped back into their seats.

The hovercraft was heading down, the two could hardly pull the hovercraft up, the bottom of the ship scraped against the real world's scrap with a screech.

The hovercraft was now in the no fly zone, and heading towards new freedom.

Michael looked up at the sunlight, he could see the storm was starting to recede, a result of the General's work out here under the Merovingian.

He smiled, and a few rays of sunlight shone through the ship, they hit each man's face.

The warmth of the sun was something none of them had ever felt, not really anyway.

Michael, James, and Joshua all smiled.

They knew they weren't out of trouble yet, and that there would probably be more sentinels, more hostiles, and fewer humans. There probably was only a few organized colonies, but that was okay. They were away from the war, and the Machines for the most part, and way away from the Matrix.

Michael looked back briefly after he left the marked no fly zone, he could see some pods in the distance, but he turned back to what was ahead of him and smiled.

The hovercraft flew off into the distance.

All together Michael, James, and Joshua said once again...

"To The New Revival!"

________File Closed_____________

You catch one last view of DemondHunter's beat up hovercraft flying into the distance, and then you lose all traces of the feed.

::The transmission feed flickers into view again::

DemondHunter was asleep in the jack in chair, he woke up to see three angry faces, Freelancer117, Fragz, and NegativeEight. They had been working for about thirty six hours, DemondHunter had been working for twenty eight. "What?" DemondHunter questioned, "I' need to steer and drive the ship, Fragz just has to sit until we need to shoot stuff, and NegativEight has to just punch in electric pad commands!"

They all shook their heads and then chuckled.

"The repairs are done DemondHunter, you can go now." Freelancer said.

DemondHunter rose to his feet, and the three of them walked down the ramp.

Freelancer turned to the gentlmen.

"Fragz, you take care of those two, make sure they don't kill each other." Freelancer shook hands with the Operator.

"NegativeEight, you watch out for your brother, I expect to see him again in one piece." Freelancer clapped the kid on the shoulder.

"DemondHunter, you take care of yourself. Good luck out there, I hope to see you again in the near future. I hope you find what you're looking for." Freelancer and DemondHunter shook hands in a trojan manner, and the two said their goodbyes.

DemondHunter looked around the real, the real he had known for three years.

He turned to Fragz and NEgativeEight.

"We're leaving soon, but I need to do something first, something in the Matrix."

::The transmission shows a sign that says please stand by::

I say the Merovingians have pushed it to far and it is time we go back on deletion and assassination rounds.

Watch yourselves Exiles, and Operatives alike.

-DDH

*the feed flickers and returns*

Holy....$##%. That is a big ship, *DemondHunter watches from his windshield, he hears Freelancer's shout, and runs down the exit ramp*

"Lancer!" DemondHunter had answered.

Freelancer smirked briefly, and the gentlemen casually shook hands.

"You said the ship was big..."DemondHunter stared up at the Sword of Damocles.

"That I did" Freelancer said with a chuckle, "I also said these updates on your ship won't make your ship nearly as powerful as mine", he smiled.

*DemondHunter rolled his eyes*

"We should get started, I want to be on my way by Sunday." DemondHunter said with distress.

"Let's start taking the supplies on your ship, and getting them applied." DemondHunter said, he seemed to be in a rush.

"One thing at a time", Freelancer said in reply.

"Right" DemondHunter said, well, come into my ship, I'll show you where the connections are and I'll introduce you to Fragz and N8.*he pronounced the N and the eight together, saying Nate.*

::the transmission flickers, and you lose the picture*

[[*Z snap* oh No he did NOT just diss on your fancy boots!]]

Hrmf....poor Ouroboros, being constantly harrassed, what a shame, and *CENSORED*! That's the biggest fight I've ever seen a security guard that wasn't a program put up, I got to know what kind of armor those bluepills are getting, and where the training book is.

-DDH

*DemondHunter glanced over the messaged he had been receiving from ViralMarauder, his Operator approached him*

"We should be getting back to work" Fragz said, "No" DemondHunter quickly replied.

"I am worried about ViralMarauder, I need to talk to him, we're at broadcast depth, I'm jacking in."

*Code ran, Demondhunter opened his eyes, and saw only the code, he blinked, rubbed his eyes with his gloves, and then he saw the matrix as the others saw it*

"Where are you Viral?"

*DemondHunter looked around and then became uneasy, something wasn't right, and it wasn't just ViralMarauder that things were not right with.

DemondHunter picked up the phone, and mumbled a location to the receiver, DemondHunter teleported into Edgewater, and looked around.

He began coughing frequently. "Oh no..." he mumbled with fear, then he remembered what was happening to his RSI, and simply tied a bandana over his face. "It's probably just my RSI....it's...not him, he's dead...but...I never saw him die..."

*DemondHunter pondered for a moment, leaped into the air, and began scanning edgewater for signs of the creature, the Exile known as Mendelevius*

::It's not long before your what appears to be live transmission feed returns::

*DemondHunter is charging his enemy, and has returned to his feet, the Captain formed one of his hands into the likeness of a bird beak, and jammed DemondHunter's wound, DemondHunter grunted, and fell on his knees in pain. The Captain brings his knee up into DemondHunter's chin, DemondHunter releases blood from his own mouth, which lands back onto his face, seconds before the captain sends his boot into DemondHunter's throat, knocking him off the exit ramp. DemondHunter coughs, continuously, as he rises to his feet, the Captain jumps off the ramp and kicks DemondHunter's chest, knocking the rest of DemondHunter's oxygen from his body, the Captain then brings a swift right hook into DemondHunter's cheek, a left hook, a right, a jab, a knee to the stomach, a knee to the chin, an elbow to the face, a backhanded punch, and a six inch punch to the forehead to the chin, which knocks DemondHunter right on his *CENSORED*. The Captain then swiftly brings his foot ontop of DemondHunter's groin, DemondHunter brings himself up quickly, only to get a low roundhouse kick to the face, DemondHunter falls to his side, and then tumbles on his stomach. DemondHunter then brings his leg to the left, sweeping one of the Captain's feet, the Captain waves his hands, but holds his balance, until Demondhunter pushes himself up and kicks the Captain's knee, the captain falls on his hands and knees, and DemondHunter jumps in the air and lands his elbow into the Captain's back, imitating some kind of wrestling move. The Captain brings his elbow into DemondHunter's chest, once, and then tries a second time, DemondHunter blocks the blow, and slams his fist into the side of the Captain's elbow, the captain grits his teeth, and throws DemondHunter off his back. The Captain charges DemondHunter, DemondHunter brings his foot up, the captain grabs DemondHunter's foot, and kicks the back of DemondHunter's knee. DemondHunter jumps in pain, and kicks the side of the Captain's face, he springs to his feet, and dives at the Captain, they land back on the exit ramp, and DemondHunter begins to send his fists into the Captain's face, the captain again pushes DemondHunter off, and they both get into a fighting stance. The Captain sends jabs and hooks and DemondHunter blocks these blows, and retaliates with a different combination of jabs, hooks, and knees, the pair repeatidly blocks each other's moves, or counters them, like a game of tag. DemondHunter hooks the Captain, the Captain hooks DemondHunter, both men are soaked in sweet, and blood, and are bleeding from all areas of their chest, fists, and heads. The sweat soaks into the wounds and makes them burn, adding fire to the fight of the two. DemondHunter's wound feels like it's being hit by lightning, the burning is intense, and DemondHunter knows if he doesn't turn this fight into a victory soon, he'll be fighting with only one arm. DemondHunter his tripped, DemondHunter, then trips the Captain, DemondHunter pulls the knife from his pocket, and dives for the stab, the Captain takes the stop to the palm, and shoves the handle of the knife into DemondHunter's face. DemondHunter loses control of the knife, and the captain takes his chance, DemondHunter is open, and the Captain exploits the weakness, and shoves the knife into DemondHunter's stomach, and twists it, DemondHunter coughs up blood, and begins to feel faint, but then regains control of himself, hitting the Captain with a right hook, then head butting him down. DemondHunter falls to the side, and pulls the knife from himself. The Captain is all ready up, and places his boot over DemondHunter's mouth. Then, NegativeEight runs from the exit ramp, picks up an electric gun, and fires, it hits the Captain, but only his shoulder,  the rough Captain reacts only slightly, he doesn't even fall to the ground, but he is distracted, and wounded, DemondHunter pushes the boot of his mouth, and punches out the Captain's knee, DemondHunter then strikes at the Captain's wound, the Captain cringes, falls down, and curses. DemondHunter lifts off his right foot, swings his boot into the Captain's neck, and breaks it, as he lands on his left foot. Fragz and NegativeEight rush to his aid, and DemondHunter is brought into the ship for medical treatment. Your feed flickers a few times, but only a few times. Then the feed shows nothing but the scene of what just occured.*

::The Broadcast continues Live::

*DemondHunter rises to his feet, and takes a look down at himself. His baggy torn shirt hanging off him, only slightly, it was colored plainly, dark orange, sewn, not by his hand, but by hand. The shirt was wrinkled all over, there was several tears, one in the side, where his black under shirt shown through, one at his left shoulder, one by his elbow, and another on the lower sleeve. The shirt slightly covered his tan pants, also, hand sewn, like all clothes in the real. The pants were kind of cargo-ish, having several pockets DemondHunter had put in himself, two on each side, one back pocket, another pocket on the left side of his left shin which contained a medium sized knife, and one more side pocket that was smaller and lower down than the one on DemondHunter's thigh. His boots were typical buckle boots, he had a few more buckles, and his buckles were made of a tougher shinier rust-resistant metal DemondHunter had found, mixed, and melted down. DemondHunter has basic cotton-fingerless black gloves. Each glove had a D on it, they were his father's, passed down to his older brother, and than him. They had surprisingly stuck together well, almost no holes, way better than any of his other clothes that he's had for a shorter period of time.

*DemondHunter rose to his feet when he heard the humming of a nearby Hovercraft, he smiled and rose to his feet, "Freelancer", he whispered.

*NegativeEight and Fragz ran down the ramp, "that Him?" NegativeEight asked.*

*DemondHunter rose his head and looked at the ship, it was small, didn't look like any kind of warship, then DemondHunter realized, it wasn't Freelancer. "Get back in the hovercraft!" NegativeEight responded with query, "huh? What? Why?" "Go!" DemondHunter exclaimed, Fragz grabbed NegativeEight's collar and NegativeEight then went willingly in with Fragz.

*DemondHunter unholstered a large revolver-like handgun, it could be labeled as a pistol*. It was a small compact version of the electric gun that almost all Operatives carried, DemondHunter had the electric rifle, but he made this compact version, for himself, along with its twin counterpart.

*DemondHunter watched as the ship tried to target the landed hovercraft, DemondHunter reacted fast. He held up his handgun and aimed, closing his left eye, he fired, the electrical bolt hit the turrets, shutting them off temporarily, but only, temporarily. He held the trigger down and the bolt connected to a long rope of electricity, it looked like a lightning strike from a distance. The large ship began to come down, and DemondHunter spun out a second handgun, shooting its electric current at the window of the ship, the glass shattered, pieces went everywhere, it fell like snow during the Matrix's winter, DemondHunter squinted only slightly, the pilots of the ship lost control, but they were all ready close to the ground, so their wasn't badly damaged as it fell into the wasteland. DemondHunter dove behind a small pile of metal, and waited.

A large crew of sweaty men and women who were cussing like sailors came from the ship, there were twelve of them, DemondHunter counted, five women, seven men, eight of the twelve were carrying electric-guns, the rifle brand. DemondHunter waited, patiently, for the group to identify themselves. "I hope Commander Roland doesn't hear about this" a female Operative said with concern. There it was, the ID ticket DemondHunter wanted. "Everyone shut up! The ship will be fine, let's find the Machinist target, and kill him, and do NOT forget, there's no EJP in this dump! So watch yourselves!" the Captain of the crew barked.

DemondHunter hollered, "Mechanical!" To indentify himself as the Machinist they were looking for, he rose from the pile of metal and steel, and aimed his handguns, he fired both of them simultaneously, hitting two of the crewmembers,and killing them, one was hit in the face she went down first, the other directly in the center of his chest, he slowly reacted and then collapsed. The electrical bolt had pierced the man right through, half of the woman's face was fried, the handguns DemondHunter had crafted were just as powerful as the electric rifle that was originally made. They just had less distance. "Ten more", DemondHunter said, neither of the operatives he had shot were carrying the electric guns. When the bodies hit the ground the rest of the crew finally reacted. "Hostile!" "Target Found!"  "Engaging" "Take Cover" some of the operatives yelled. The ten remaining all charged DemondHunter's location, the eight of them with electric guns fired all at once. DemondHunter fell down backwards behind the heep he was once hiding behind. All eight of the people firing electrical guns were forced to aim up, the power of the weapon forcing its Operators to aim up. DemondHunter rolled, shot four quick bolts of electricity, and jumped to his feet, one of the bolts hit someone, but only their shoulder, and they could still fight. DemondHunter did a small backwards jump and then did a quick flip which landed him in a pile of metal and trash, the landing hurt, but the electric bolts that were fired at him had missed, and that's what mattered. One of the Operatives carrying an electric gun rushed up the ramp of DemondHunter's ship, DemondHunter heard the foot steps, he got to his feet and fired both of his weapons at the Operative, one bolt went through his neck and into DemondHunter's ship, the bolt simply hit a wall and left a scorching mark, the other bolt went through the Operative's lower back, it didn't go through, instead it went up the nerves on his spine, the Operative shrieked in agonizing pain, DemondHunter had never heard anyone in so much pain, the Operative fell to the floor and rolled down the exit ramp. "Nine More", DemondHunter said to himself. Seven of the nine remaining Operatives carried electric guns, one of the unarmed Operatives dove towards the exit ramp, hoping to get a hold of the ranged weapon, DemondHunter fired one bolt, it went through the Operative's side through his chest and out the other side, he was killed instantly. "Eight more", DemondHunter whispered to himself. Seven of the eight had electric guns, a second attempt was made to retrieve the lost weapon, the attempt succeeded, and now all eight of the remaining Operatives were armed. DemondHunter leaned his back against the pile of garbage, and slid down. He was crouched, ready to jump at any movement. The person who had picked up the electric gun realized that they were on the open exit ramp, "I'm going in!" She yelled, that was DemondHunter's tip off, he pounced, spun around, and shot two bolts into her upper back, and then he fell to the ground, as his back roughly landed on the ground, the female collapsed and fell off the side of the ramp. A piece of metal that was sticking up pierced through DemondHunter's shoulder like a piece of fruit, "Ah!" DemondHunter grunted. The metal was there, DemondHunter leaned up, and yanked the shard from his back, he was bleeding. "The advantage returns to them", DemondHunter said, "seven more". One of the Operatives ran towards the heep of garbage, stepping off a loose piece of steel and flipping forward, over the pile, DemondHunter saw the whites of the man's eyes, and fired, using them as targets, the Operative fired his gun simultaneously, but DemondHunter had ducked his head as soon as his fingers hit the trigger, and the enemy's bolt was absorbed by the pile of trash. The corpse landed, and DemondHunter kicked it away with his foot. "Six more", he said, feeling the victory near. DemondHunter dropped his pistols to either side of himself, and held the electric rifle over his head, holding the trigger, he swung it around his head wildly, using his memory to keep away from the direction of his ship, it was like a sprinkler of lightning.

"Down!" The Captain of the ship yelled, they all swooped their own legs out from under themselves and fell to the floor like a ton of bricks. One Operative was too slow, and felt the bolts, and died. DemondHunter heard his cry and said, "five more".

Three of the five remaining Operatives charged the garbage pile, a big mistake, DemondHunter picked up his hand guns, fell forward, then rolled to a nearby smaller pile, the Operative jumped over the heep, and landed, hyperjump style, they were aiming their guns at the ground, they turned their heads towards where DemondHunter had rolled, and before one could react, DemondHunter fired, both handguns, the Operative was fried, and crumbled to the floor, the other Operative dove to the side of the heep, in cover, and safe from the gunfire. "Four more, or should I say four less? Eh, don't want to get ahead of myself", DemondHunter said. The hiding Operative came out of cover and fired three long bolts in a row of electricity, then took cover. The Operative creeped around the opposite side of the heep, this Operative was an Infiltrator in the Matrix, and had some of his skills with him, even in the real. The Operative made it to DemondHunter's side, DemondHunter rose to shoot, and the Operative jammed his rifle into DemondHunter's upperback, DemondHunter felt the pain echo into his whole body, he cringed, and fell over, the Operative went to fire when DemondHunter, kicked the gun to the side, the operative returned to straight aim, then DemondHunter slammed his heel into the nozel of the gun, the back end of it hit the Operative's nose, breaking it, and drawing blood. The Operative threw the gun at DemondHunter, DemondHunter took the blow to the mouth, which filled with blood. DemondHunter mumbled,"No broken teeth at least", and spit the blood from his mouth. When DemondHunter spit, the Operative made her move, she pounced on DemondHunter, she was on his chest, and she gave DemondHunter several palm blows to the face, DemondHunter went to lift his guns, but she opened her legs, and smashed down on both of DemondHunter's wrists with her knees, and she returned to attacking with her palms. DemondHunter head butted one of her wrists, she gave him a weird look, then grabbed his throat. DemondHunter brought his knees up, and they hit her tailbone, the pain surged, she reacted, and DemondHunter took advantage, he moved his head up, and butted her stomach, she reacted, lower herself, where DemondHunter slammed the back of his head into her chin, she began to fall back, but caught balance, not before DemondHunter was able to bring his handguns up though, he aimed them directly at her, one at her chest, another right under her chin. Her eyes widened, DemondHunter's expression remained stoic, until the began to cry. He leaned up, disarming himself, and hugged her, the young girl had tasted war for the first time, and was overwhelmed. DemondHunter then heard foot steps again, and he thought of his little brother, the last of his family, and Fragz, who became apart of that family, DemondHunter re-armed himself, threw the girl off of his chest, and then shot two bolts into her, he then jumped onto and off the garbage pile, and dove, firing his bolts, and yelling, the bolts killed three of the four remaining Operatives, who were surprised by DemondHunter's move. The Captain however, was ready, before the Operatives had fell to the floor, the Captain sent his foot into DemondHunter's stomach, DemondHunter hit the ground, dropped his handguns, and slid into another metal heep. He spat out blood and looked up at his opponent*. . . *your feed goes static*

:A small recording flashes before your matrix feed, you click on it when it flashes again, it slides over to your transmission receiver, the feed seems to be Live. It looks it was done unintentionally, but, it was meant to be done:

*DemondHunter grips the steer of his ship with all his might, he's wearing just about the same as everyone else in the real world, an old ripped up long sleeve baggy shirt, a pair of gloves, and the noisiest boots you'll ever wear, he pulls back hard, the ship barely misses a large piece of metal forming out of what is left of the earth, shaped like a shank, it scratches a pad slightly, the electricity of the pad surges only to become more powerful* "*CENSORED* it Fragz can't you go any faster?!?!! yells a frustrated and sweaty DemondHunter, "I'm trying! *CENSORED* it! I'm quick with the keyboard not with this f...Frags is cut off, "Well learn fast!!! We've been piloting this ship together for how long NOW?! DemondHunter glares at him brielfy. Look out!!! Fragz screams in panic, *DemondHunter pushes forward with all his might slamming into another obstacle and barely missing another, the transmission feed on your computer flashes, you smack it a little and it comes back again, as clear as it was before, It would seem that the feed is coming from right outside the ship, you can see the things around the hovercraft, and inside the window. It seems to be a security camera, but why would it be recording now? You wonder to yourself for a bit, then turn back to the transmission, it's important, for reasons you can't explain. "There it is! Ah, Fragz, we made it!!!" DemondHunter yells with an intense amount of excitement.

*Fragz smiles at DemondHunter, and begins tapping in controls* "Let's bring her down there, looks like a soft spot."

"Right", DemondHunter responds. He grips the steer of the ship again, "nice and easy, nice and easy you bucket of bolts."

*The large ship lands smoothly, hardly a shake the pads power down, and the exit ramp slowly opens, suspending a little before hitting the ground DemondHunter is all ready half way out of the ship before it opens. Fragz stays on the exit ramp, and watches closely. "NegativeEight!!! NegativeEight!!! It's ME! It's DemondHunter!" The yelling and yollering continues on for about twenty minutes, distress comes over you, and you sink a bit in your chair.

"James! James! It's Michael! Your Brother! *CENSORED* IT NEGATIVE EIGHT! Where the hell are you?! JAMES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! JAMES! *DemondHunter's eyes fill with tears, they come down like the same coded rain you see everyday in the Matrix, but DemondHunter's expression remains the same, "JAMES!!!" *DemondHunter crumbles, onto his knees, he falls, he yells for his little brother one more time, then fells face flat into the dirt, his eyes are bloodshot, but the tears still fall. Fragz runs over to DemondHunter, and picks him up, "Come on Boss, he's not here" *Fragz lets out a sigh fit for the sadness of the world* "I know he is, I'm not...he.....gone." *DemondHunter stumbles to his feet, wipes his hands on his pants, rubs his eyes, the redness in his eyes fades a bit, and he gets up* Let's g...*DemondHunter can't even finish before the exit ramp of the crashed ship flops open with a loud crash, the crash echos, fragz covers his ears, DemondHunter's jaw drops.* "Hey Big Brother", NegativeEight says with a grin. *NegativeEight walks downt he rest of the ramp, he's about six feet tall, young, face, tattered clothes, he couldn't be anymore than fifteen, running a ship with only an Operator. The brothers run toward each other. Greeting with a brief hug, a handshake, and some playful punches, the brothers begin to speak. "Where the hell were you? I thought you were dead" DemondHunter says, NegativeEight replies "My transmission system is shot and bugged, I keep getting an error screen, I can hardly send transmissions while in the Matrix, I'm surprised I could broadcast enough to jack in. "Where's your Operator?" DemondHunter asks, smiling the largest smile he possibly could, without hurting himself. *negativeEight looks towards the ground, a single tear falls* "He's dead...the crash killed him instantly. I've been using an automated Operator to jack in." *DemondHunter hugs his brother, and Fragz claps NegativeEight's shoulder, "Good to see you kid" Fragz finally says.

"NegativeEight, it's time, finally." says DemondHunter with a bright expression. "All ready? We can get the hell out of this place?" DemondHunter replies, "as far as we can away from it" *DemondHunter grins, NegativeEight jumps into the air, "Woo hoo!" *DemondHunter smirks and chuckles*

"We're waiting on a few supplies for a friend, I'll need your help to modify them, go get settled in, Fragz will show you around the ship." NegativeEight  responds, "Okay Bro"

*Demondhunter watches his brother and his Operator run up the ramp of his large ship, he sits on the bottom of the exit ramp and looks up, "Come on Freelancer, we're waiting on you....we can't go without those supplies".

Hello Everyone, this is NegativeEight, of Recursion, better known, and more formally known as DemondHunter, of the Syntax Server.

I have come to say goodbye to all of you, lol, again.

I've pulled this stuff before, and come back, but I mean it this time. This game has been a blast, I've been here since September Two Thousand Five, Sept. 05, holy crap.

It would of been my third year here, this september, but I have to go.

The roleplay, as me and many others have noticed, in this game, is dying, this game seems to be dying and shocking itself back to life at the same time, but it's sad to say that I am seeing too many new players get involved with the wrong old players, players, that you are probably thinking of as you read this, that make the gaming experience not so good for the rest of us. I'd like to take this time to thank all of you, for making this game as great as it has been to me. Green Code Event Team, (GCET) I'm sorry to let you down, becoming a part of your team was a great experience, although a short one. I am sorry to leave you guys so soon, and I hope we can be at peace. I cannot type all the names of people that made this game experience super excellent, because my fingers would cramp up and die, and they need a break after this two, almost three, years of MXOing. I'd like to name a few people, Starschwar, Nicho, ViralMarauder, XElite, Shickle, Koenh, okay, I can't name a few people, but everyone I've known, especially those people listed above, are just awesome. They've made this game awesome for me, in a Roleplaying sense, and a Pvp sense.

I'd like to especially thank, Voltio. You really helped me out when i joined Recursion, and although you prefer pvp, you are a talented roleplayer, in your own sense. Thanks for helping me out over there.

Also, Developer Team, CSRs, staff members working for MXO, thank you so much, for all your effort, in making this game great the way it is. You've done your best.

Good bye everyone, I most likely will be back, will be playing around a little bit, since my subscription doesn't end till sometime in August, but this is Good bye, or, a long term see you later.

Goodbye folks,

Everything, has been great.

It really has.

-NegativeEight,

-DemondHunter

Buying Price: 750K, email DemondHunter

GREAT GAME!

/formal bow Pittsburgh Penguins

/bigcheer Red Wings!!!!
DETROIT RED WINGS VICTORY!!!
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

WOOOHOO!

1 Combat change has already killed the game dont urinate on its grave.

I lol'd!!! Yeah though, I agree with Endomorph, we have all ready had one bad combat change, let's not change this one to something completely different that sounds good and movie related but also sounds difficult become skilled with.

*chuckles to himself before hitting the respond button on his computer panel*

 ::Responding Transmission::

Thanks XElite, I'll remember that. I am working on a pair of sunglasses in the real though, after I take a glimpse at the sun....I hope it's out there.

*a depressing sigh is heard in the background of the transmission before it ends*

-DDH

::Beginning Transmission::

Hello Operatives...it's...me....again.

I hear little rumors and proven facts on the data node channels...the Merovingian is working on elimination of Operation Dark Storm.   Apparently, Mervy all ready has some of the storm receding...does this mean...the sun will be back again? I mean, we're mostly unaware of the condition of the skies, what if the ozone layer has been eliminated some how by the storm? I'm afraid to find out, afraid to walk outside my ship, and look at the sky, and then burn up. Not literally obviously, but it would cause damage, that would most likely lead to my death, and it's been made quite clear that it's not my time for that. Can someone...please....please...give me some news on the status of our sky, Machinists? Machines? Mervs?...anyone.....please....

Can I See The Sun Now?

-DdH

::End Transmission::

This picture is quite old, but it's about the only one I have. *shrug*

I pulled it from my myspace.

I'd never leave Syntax. Too much history.

That's funny, i'd leave syntax, because of too much history. As soon as I get my alt on recursion to 50, I'll work on my Vector Alt, and then I leave you guys. I mean, I <3 syntax...but it's time to move on, then demondhunter will become my little Live Event tool.

But yeah, if I could Move DemondHunter to Vector, I totally would. I mean, yeah, the server has like the least amount of RP out of all the servers, but there still IS Rp factions, and I honestly prefer Rpvp over just plain RP, cuz emoting fights...fun...but it gets lame, it's a little difficult to gmode when you're flagged. ^_^

-DDH

Embrace the mask, or we'll beat your *CENSORED*....

**looks around for sign up sheet**

Where to?

[[Is The Collective still very active in Live Events and the Rp community? ]]

My own personal assessment of Theresa Morton is that she should not be approached for awakening any time soon which is something I can not stress enough. While Mrs. Morton is requesting information on what happened and why it happened she is motivated only by her husbands death and not any desire to know the truth. Awakening her now could be costly and dangerous to her mental health. For all investigative purposes she should be watched closely so that we may learn more about her husbands death and for her own protection.

Commander GamiSB
Anderson's Heart
E Pluribus Neo

I don't think she should be approached for awakening, ever. You have enough sense to realize now is not the time, but her later reaching out for the truth may just be a cause of her loss and a great deal of depression, let the woman sleep.

[[lovely work Cad

really ^_^

[[Ok, I'm not one to <3 hyperjumping...especially when those bloody snipers do it....oh, makes my blood boil on overload, but shortening the HJ height or giving it more penalties, I hate to say it, sounds ridiculous. I mean, what about for RP? HyperJUmp is defying the rules of gravity...not just defying the rules of gravity, a tiny bit. You're suppose to go sky high, especially when you spend the money to get it leveled...and, what about LEs? Sometimes you need to HJ to keep up, or catch a view of things before traveling the highest point where you can't see...I say leave Hyperjump the way it is, and let the giant pansies who do hyperjump, do it, and then when they land, pwn them until their PC explodes

^_^

-DDH]]

Why does a strong feeling in my gut tell me to worry.....? I know the Architect hardly tells us anything....ever, and the other programs are just as secretive and discreet...but...I got a bad feeling about this...and I am usually right....

-DDH

[[Ok, I plan to finally put a character on Vector this friday, and I am unsure still of what organization to join.

I do know that I am a Big RPer though ^_^ Is luvz teh Arpeh.

So I was wondering if I could get a small brief list of the RP factions and/or crews on Vector, with the org listed

It'd be appreciated ^_^

-N8]]

[[I was wondering where to post this and I saw what Catzi had done so I decided it would be the best place to post it here in Next Ren, the Roleplaying thread.

I am starting a Player Event, it will begin Friday May 9th, at 4:45 PM EST

I need people willing to participate in the event with free character slot, and for those of you who don't have a free character slot, but have a Flexible alt or main character, to send me a private message, stating if you have a flexible alt or main, or a free recursion space. All are permitted to participate

I need twelve people to sign up, send me a PM on here, I will not be counting in game emails as sign ups.

Ty]]

::Another Message blinks across your screen....Continue? Y/N.... ::Y::

::A hologram like transmission appears before your screen of a static figure, and he begins to speak...::

The Agent took one last step towards DaemonHunTer. "Hello, Mr. Anderson". DaemonHunTer recoiled into a hyperjumping position, and the Agent signaled for him to stop...DaemonHunTer was puzzled, almost forgetting about the truce in the historical archives he had read...He rose an eyebrow, his blue eyes like two round bluepills, were wide, staring at the agent. The Agent spoke, "Welcome to the Matrix, Mr. Anderson, we've been waiting for you...we've watched you for quite some time, and realized there was something different about you. Every bit of the historic archives DaemonHunTer read in the real came rushing back to him in a clean sweep, and he cut the agent off..."Is this some kind of kiss *CENSORED* speech? 'Cause if it is, I'm not buying it. Lemme' guess, now that you aren't trying to slaughter us redpills, you're going to pretend to be friendly and promise to sign a lovely paycheck of information if we do whatever you say with no questions asked?" The Agent was puzzled, he himself cocked and eyebrow, and then shook his head. "Mr. Anderson..., DaemonHunTer replied swiftly, "my name is DaemonHunTer", he grunted, as he cocked his head to the right, as if the agent was wasting his valuable time. "Eh, Mr. Anderson, it is protocal for me to address you as your bluepill name, and you shall in return address me as Agent Intero." DaemonHunTer chuckled, "All right, Intero...I have things to do, as much as I'd love to chit chat with a representative of the things that tried to slaughter my people, I got field work to do. Later Feddy, *DaemonHunTer did a cartwheel to where his green tinted sunglasses had landed, "Goodbye, Mr. Anderson" the agent muttered,  as DaemonHunTer pushed the shades against the bridge of his nose, and recoiled, he smirked, again with his cocky teenager self getting out, and sprung, like a missle, straight up into the air, through the clouds, and into the sky, he thought if he had jumped any higher he would of broken the Matrix's limits, and been forced to jack out...but he hadn't thought of directing his leap, and he looked down..."*poop*" he mumbled... for he knew if he came straight back down, in front of that agent, he'd look foolish. With all his might, he pushed his feet back, and his jump propelled forward, but since he hadn't propelled from the start of the jump, he only went a few inches forward...and then fell....straight down, he sped towards the Matrix at incredible speed, his green tinted sunglasses cracked under the pressure, and as he fell, he grabbed onto the ledge of two story,  nearby building, his jaw collided with the edge of the roof, and cracked, his sunglasses jumped up over his head, and fell to the cement, he heard them crack, seconds after his jaw, he stopped himself by jamming the heels of his black heckler sneakers into the window, the window cracked, rapidly, as if the temperature suddenly dropped and froze over water, the image appeared like a giant spider web. Blood filled his mouth, and spilled over his bottom lip, like an overflowing punch bowl, three bottom row teeth flowed over with the blood red liquid. A sleeping office worker awoke suddenly, although not from the system that kept him asleep so peacefully, from a slumber what he believed to be reality.....ah, ignorance is bliss... the office worker jumped, "Holy *poop*!" DaemonHunTer smirked, and then fully smiled, the blood still rapidly dripping out of his mouth, like heavy rainfall, he waved at the sleeper, and pulled himself over the roof ledge and onto the top. The pain finally hit him, it jolted through his coded jaw like lightning, Ah *CENSORED*!!!! He hollered, and grunted a "son of a *CENSORED*" as he placed his bare left hand on the bottom corner of his jaw, and his right hand on the right side of his jaw, and snapped his jaw into place. He felt his missing teeth, and soared down to a hardline, he synchronized it, and called his Operator. "Operator", Lenyrae said through the phone. "I think it's time to test this Emergency-Jackout Procedure..." mumbled DaemonHunTer, quite embarrassed of breaking his jaw. Why? Your vitals seem fine, did you get yourself in a glitch? DaemonHunTer grunted, "no, I lost some teeth..." Lenyrae laughed, "All right, no need for EJP, just re-enter the loading area, and sit tight for a while, when you jack in again, you should be patched up." "all right mate, thanks, how's my body in the real, DaemonHunTer questioned. "All good, just a little blood droplits in the corners of your mouth."

The phone rang, DaemonHunTer picked it up, he saw from the corner of his eye, the Agent, the one that had bothered him earlier, he ignored him, and entered the loading area..."

::The transmission line hangs again...::

[[Hellz YEs! Everytime I made a Lupine character I have 2 stick with mood stoic, which looks cool, but not all the time. This Lupine stance would be awesome...if not abused ]]