...MYSELF.

18 on the 18th, O my brothers.

I'm pretty sure this is a joke.

lol "he's friends to the animals..."

Help your fellow humans experience fun within the Matrix. Go ahead and post your screenshots of being nice, however contradictory that may be. However, try to encourage them without the sole purpose of sucking them up into your faction; this is not intended to encourage selfish gain. Hopefully, though, by helping them you will be helping yourself.

Help them get what they need, empty your pockets and code archives; I have less than $i 500k for a reason (and it is not cyber prostitution)! If you are an RPer, turn them onto RP as well as PvP. If you are a PvPer, teach them of PvP as well as RP. If you are both, you are a prime candidate to let them experience the full potential of The Matrix. Try to sell everything, even if you are not a fan of it yourself!

Become a messiah for MxO. In here we are all zealous, religious, psychotic cultists, and it is your obligation to teach the newcomers of your cult or all the others. Uriah is the birth canal, and once they exit it it is up to us to show them how to walk and talk... and partake in occult activities.

Eh.

I will take the best offer I can find, and I'm really not looking for much.

Watchmen

Have you seen it?

What did you think?

Firstly, I saw it last night and was very happy with how it came out. The only thing that upset me was the ending, just because it was not like the graphic novel. However, I have known this ever since Snyder declared it in multiple interviews. This being said, I had low expectations for the ending... and to be honest, my expectations were met, possibly even a little (like 10000th decimal place) exceeded. Much was changed, but I won't talk much about that. Again, HOWEVER, the movie still rocked. While the action sequences are nothing like in the book, they are completely awesome. Since the characters are such a driving force to the movie and book, I will give my opinion on a few of the main characters.

Nite Owl (II) -  Patrick Wilson, did very well. Like, very, very well. In what I have seen, he seemed to develope a very close relationship with the graphic novel while filming. Everyone involved has said this, but he seems to mention it more often.

Rorschach - Jackie Earle Haley also did well. Holy ****. Wow. Really. Rorschach is overrated, but the movie made me feel the way I felt about Rorschach the first time I read it through - and that is a good thing. First opening Watchmen, he was there to greet me and bring me straight into the Watchmen universe. Was most definitely my favorite character (at first, when I read the book) and seeing him actually come to life in the movie was enough to redeem him a bit. He may make the movie for you.

Silk Spectre (II) - Malin Akerman is ok. I will not mention anything here so you are compelled to go see it?

Ozymandias - My favorite character, and inevitably the worst portrayed (), is played by Matthew Goode. Such an awesome character, and the best superhero ever, the script is really what tears him apart. I understand why it had to be done, but it's hard to get myself to associate Watchmen with Old Yeller. Still, he looks very badass in some parts and still reigns as my favorite character.

Dr. Manhattan - Billy Crudup does great, but much of it is CGI. While the voice is not what I expected, he does a great job. I will not say much here for the same reason as Silk, but the "blue peniz" is not just a one shot occurence - I was blessed to be in a theatre where even the immature ones behind me did not laugh at the reoccuring "BP."

The Comedian - Jeffrey Dean Morgan was a strange choice for me at first, but over time I gained some confidence for him. He does very well as The Comedian, but he wasn't as harsh as he could have been. From what I saw in the interviews, it was a challenge for Morgan to do some of the amoral things Comedian does in this film.

Bubastis - NOT RED!

I will end abruptly with the most vital words I can give you: See it. If you have read it, see it. If you haven't read it, see it even more.

Hello, and greetings from you neighbors over at Syntax. Several of us are assembling event(s) and we wanted to know if any of you great Recursion folks would be interested in participating! If you already have a Syntax alt, that is great, but I am also willing to help you guys who don't (and do) level up a bit. If you could please PM, /tell Syntax.Shickle or send me an ingame email listing anything you want me to know, including your desired involvement and handle(s) that may be participating.

I look forward to some horrorshow fun with you all, and please forgive me if I have offended the Recursion server with my request.

Papers torn out from what appears to be a sturdy journal are scattered about the Uriah Wharf, swimming in the puddles of smoggy rain.

I stand on Mjolnir, the windless air is cold on my face. The sky is grey, and hanging over my left shoulder is the even greyer moon, staring down at us. I briefly see the feint glow of a hardline in the corner of my left eye; no one is there. She’s dancing against me, her body continuously bumping into mine. I feel something between us that transcends the stimulation of the system, but yet I don’t. I’m feeling so many emotions at one time, it’s like a void encompassed in another void, within even more. The people surrounding us are laying at the corners of the monument, watching us dance. Some eyes are glued to us, while others stare off into the distance.

Part of me wants to stop dancing, and gouge out their eyes, grab them by the throat and drop them off the towering hammer. Part of me wants to take off my glasses and stare them down, only to leap onto them and feel their skin snap beneath my teeth and their blood rush down my throat. Part of me wants to absorb them, take away everything they have ever known, but part of me wants to open my heart and arms to embrace each and every one of them; I do not know what to decide. This only creates more pain.

The sun’s up now, and has been for a while. She asks me if I want to leave, go somewhere else. I tell her I do, but I don’t mind staying. I’ve stopped dancing, I don’t want to kill as much now. She decides to stay. I suddenly fade back out of the moment. Everyone around me is talking, but I am not listening; my eyes are open but I am not looking. She says “So,” and I suddenly transport myself back to the here and now. She asks one more time what we will do.

“I thought you wanted to stay here.”

“Oh, ok.” I think she’s disappointed, wanting me to take charge. Bad things happen when I get into that mindset.

“I would much rather be alone with you, but I don’t want to spoil your fun.” I no longer want to mask what I truly want.

“I thought you knew I want to spend time alone with you, and you will not spoil my fun, like you say.”

I quickly reply, “Then let’s get out of here.”

Wasn't the downtime yesterday? Anyone else have all server status at closed?

patchers headgear

Some camera footage has been sent to me, along with the request that I make this footage viewable by the public.

It appears that a handheld camera was used, whereas the footage is from many different angles... which arises many questions; from the variety of angles, and fluidity of the conversation, it leads me to believe this footage was purposely recorded. If so, why - and why was it sent to me?

I'm not sure what to make of it, but I recognize some of the names dropped in the conversation - I will have to question them. If you have any information on this video or the people in it, please contact me.

- Shickle

I have no idea what an accepted price would be, so please make offers and I will let you know if I acccept.

Soon to be released, yes it's a marketing scheme, and I cannot wait until it comes out. I will actually be buying a 360 JUST for this game (and maybe Fable II ).

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RkBiYpD3SDc

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rpcu...feature=related

Enjoy.

NSFW

But this one is!

*Due to even more technical errors with my original posts it has been reposted. The original date of posting was 8/10/08

The cold night air seemed to heighten my senses, a newfound sense of awareness was around me. I leaned against the side of the building, the plaza was empty - things seem to have stayed the same. I open up my jacket, and take out the small bottle of pills. I pull down my bandana and pop several, and wash it down with the remnant sake I had in the bottle I was carrying. When I put the bottle of pills back in my jacket, the highly anticipated haze runs over the projection of my body. It's all in my mind, I tell myself. I think that's what I like about it.

I throw the empty booze bottle and hear it smash, part of my mind lingers on how some would say that didn't really happen... but it did. I saw it. I heard it. I remember it. If you were to tell me this place was not so different from The Real a couple months ago, only part of me would have wanted to believe it. But now I fully believe it. I perceive things the same in both places... I no longer see real or unreal - it's all happening.

The mind can only afford to wander so far before my thoughts are cut short by the alarm on my cell phone. It's silent, but I feel the vibration. It stimulates me; a subtle foreplay for what is about to come. I stand up straight, pull up my collar and make sure my mask is on right - anyone who knew me knows my appearance is nearly all I've got. I walk towards the door, the awareness from the cold air has been subdued by my self-medication. I feel as if I can feel the code running down, and through my body... It's just the pills... The mind has so much power...

I open the door, and walk through the lobby. I reach the elevator and I impatiently wait for it to arrive. After what seems to be a lifetime of waiting, the elevator finally reaches the ground floor. No one was on it, that means she's already up there. A smile forms under my mask, and my head is still hung low. I enter the elevator and press the button marked "5," what used to be my favorite number.

I try to tell myself to stop thinking, and to stop talking to myself, but then I feel all hypocritical and won't shut up. After listening to myself gab for the duration of the elevator ride, I am now feeling pretty tense. What an emotional roller coaster. The door opens and the hall light barely does it's job. I walk down the hall until I reach the door labeled "543," chronology always turned me on.

I knock on the door, and keep my head low. When the door opens I barely look up, and the first thing I see is black leather boots - a female's boots. My eyes scroll upwards and over her black leather zippered suit. Her eyes are shielded by black sunglasses that reflect my shameful image. Her hair is black, and styled in a sense of Matrix typicality - the kind I like. Her gloved hand welcomes me in, I eagerly enter.

The door shuts behind me, and I can hear it being locked and dead bolted several times. I sense we are the only two people in the apartment, but that could just be the pills... or the sake. I take off my glasses, and turn around and stare at her. She takes her glasses off and for the first time in weeks I see the eyes I missed so much. Like a transition from code green to Slumberil blue. It was beautiful. My eyes must have emitted what my mind was thinking, because she let out a small, "Hm."

She's the only one I've stayed in contact with, the only one that knows I'm still alive; the only one who knows what happened, didn't really happen. Her hand goes to her neck and unzips her suit somewhat, but I see nothing interesting. "Shickle," she says with a very dramatic pause, "It has been... quite some time since my colleagues even mentioned your name."

"How'd you know a diminished ego gets me in the mood?"

A short chuckle escapes as a small smile forms on her face, "EPN spends enough time around Tabor West to know your... ‘ego.'"

I quickly reply, "But have you spent enough time around me, is the question you should be asking yourself." Part of me hoped she caught what I really meant. "You know I carry a shield."

"Was that your attempt at a metaphor?" She shook her head, my vision was starting to blur, her face made what seemed to be a quicksilver-like trail. The world was slowing down. I tilt my head in question, and she comes up to me. I wrap one arm around her hips and bring her in close, her lips are telling me she wants it as much as I do. I could be wrong, I tell myself, I've been wrong before. My thoughts are quickly eased as my mask is pulled down and she brings her face closer to mine. I can feel her breath and I try to breathe out my nose. She catches me off guard as she places her soft lips on mine. The taste of dry pills and alcohol is quickly overwritten with this kind of... apathetic taste. There is nothing, yet there is something. From many ‘somethings,' there is one; that's what I love about EPN, the way they taste.

Just as my eyes close, in a sensational bliss, I feel a warm glove on my face. I can only imagine the palms beneath are sweating. I feel a shiver run down my spine as her face sneaks within my collar and plants a kiss on the left side of my neck. It throws off my needed symmetry in a nice way. My "body" shakes and I look into her eyes, the green and blue are now swirling about. I took to much, I told myself, this place...

Once again my thoughts are cut short. My EPN vixen draws back, and says only this, "I bet you wish you had that shield now, Shickle." Almost instantly I hear the hammers on multiple guns being pulled back, my infamous luck seems to have crawled back to me. I close my eyes and think to myself, you stupid son of a- I can't even curse at myself before I am once again interrupted, by a sudden sharp pain in my neck - right where I once felt the soft lips of an angel, I now feel the pain of a sedative.

My fingers slowly go to my neck and I feel a large dart. I pull it out, feeling no pain, and stare at it. "Some sort of... laughing gas... thing... derivative?" I ask with a smile as I stare at the seductress. My question is answered with a nod. "Awe-" I struggle to speak, "Awe... awethome," falls out of my mouth as I drop the floor. My eyes once again see those black leather boots, and wander upward to that black leather zippered suit. As my consciousness fades away, all I feel is my face stretching with that familiar "ChaosTide" smile, and my heart aching with the ever familiar pain of foolishness.

I wake up next to a dumpster, nothing new. My mattress, the concrete, and my pillow, a broken garbage bag, allow me to wake up a filthy mess. I open my coat and reach for my friendly pill bottle, but it seems to have run away. In it's place lies a note, signed with one of those clichéd lipstick signatures.

"Welcome back, and try to have some fun," is all it reads. I'm angry, but Mara is a small neighborhood; walk down the right street and you can find whatever you need.

Megacity.

As much as I hate to admit it, I missed ya'.

//Downloading "The Goodbye."

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//Download complete. 

//Opening file.

It seems God has played me for the fool. My prophecy was a lie, it was all a lie. I was a humble servant, and my trust was abused; my devotion unappreciated. I do not think he understood how hard it was for me to commit, but once I did I was true. It does not matter anymore, nothing matters anymore. I care for nothing, regardless of whatever cares for me.

My purpose has now changed, although it was always cloudy. It has shifted from The Matrix, to the Real, back to The Matrix, and to the real once again. However, now it is in neither. My purpose is in the afterlife, if there is such a place. I know God is ultimate, but I have nothing else worth living or fighting for. I am thoroughly p*ss*d off, and the only cure for my apathy is the fall of a titan, a God.

//End "The Goodbye."

//Downloading "Memory recollection SHIK.867."

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//Download complete.

//Opening file.

I walked into the building, head hung low, completely covered in black. I was like a spectre gliding over the marble floor. I approached the metal detector, I walked through it calmly as the device sounded. The security guards looked at me, as if I knew the drill, but I met their stare with only the shake of my head... a bad idea, I was telling them. For some reason they did nothing, whether my intimidation worked - or if they just didn't care, I didn't know. Nevertheless, I continued to the elevator.

I went up to the 16th floor of 30, the door opened and I walked through. My hat hung over my face, uncommon - but I no longer needed to hide my identity, it would now be known. The floor was crowded, it was a popular club. They say a soul exited from the body by it's own hand will go to Hell, hopefully this works. One man revolutions rarely work against other Men, let alone a God.

I walk to the DJ's booth, stare at him and hop over the turntables. I grabbecd him and threw him over to the other side of the tables. I stopped the music, attracting the attention of all. I stood up on the turntables, no longer rotating, and opened my coat. It was then that I had compliance from every individual in the club - few will mess with a man strapped to large amounts of explosives.

"This is The End," I said, "In only a few short moments, we all will be dead. However, whether you go to Heaven or Hell, ironically is irrevelant to me. You see, slaughter is not uncommon to me. I am frequently sending men and women to Heaven or Hell. It's usually Hell." 

The faces in the crowd remained shocked and afraid, and thus none of them spoke. Finally a group that would listen, makes perfect sense with my luck that my words are only heeded in the last few moments of my life. I continued my speech, "I cannot safely say there is a Heaven, or a Hell, but in our final moments, if existence itself is about to end, I would prefer the thought of afterlife as opposed to nothingness. I know where I am going, my fellow humans. The truth is I always loved all of you, even the ones I hated. Now emotion has faded. My excessive empathy could be a reason it was depleted so quickly."

"I do no want you to think I am a hasty man, making rash decisions not fearing the consequences. This is as far from the truth as it could be. I am fully aware of everything, as it is all planned. Whether you see the plan or just the remnants of some delusional's Chaos Theory, I do not care. My goals can no longer be fulfilled here. My next move relies completely on the estimated outcome of a blind run, a leap of faith - or lack of. But you see, ladies and gentlemen, that is existence for ya'."

This was not for "Org Zeal" or some self-righteous bullsh*t. I had to ensure I was going to Hell, I mean I've done some bad things in my life, but I've also done some good. I could not rely completely on unforgiven punishment for suicide, so I murdered before I left.

With that final sentence my thumb placed itself over the detonator. Without hesitation, or one final look at things, I pressed the button. I needed no last look, I had seen it all - many, many, many, many times ago. I hope my emphasis on redundance makes it very clear how this life we live here is.

//End transmission.

//Downloading file "Machine report 711."

//Download complete.

The bomb exploded, incinerating everything in it's path. The building then collapsed upon itself. Eventually there was only rubble and smoke. The only thing I see is the residual code from the body of an old EPN commander, which is odd because he shares the same code with the "Shickle." What is even more strange is that the code was hosting "The Leech." In that case, good riddance.

//End transmission.

When I was helping a good friend of mine farm a Troll's Hide my froze up between reconstruction and the loading area and I was forced to exit the game manually.

Now I try to log in (my other characters are fine) and it says the character I am using does not exist.

The character is Shickle on the Syntax server, if anyone who can do anything is reading this.

I really hope this can be resolved quickly. I have been pursuing a completed login for roughly around an hour and 15 minutes now. Again, all my other characters work fine.

Do you find yourself sitting alone, without someone to talk to? Do you find your pocket book empty, and your dreams abandoned? If this is you, or you just want to make some info while RPing, please contact me via private message on these forums.

Payment is negotiable and starts as low as $i 1,000,000 on the spot! The roles vary in terms of importance and depth, and payment varies with these roles. 

I am looking for ANYONE who wants to participate, but I will pay a minimum of $i 3,000,000 (on performance) to anyone who contributes an open character slot.

Thank you for your time.

Very nice.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4qttbpPvOwI

Not Jane, but Stevenson delivers on what I take as the necessary darkness for a character like this.

I know many of you who have seen the first will not like this one, but I have been waiting for about 4 years for another one of these. Lundgren and Jane both did good, and to me it's not about "who" The Punisher is - because it's Frank Castle.

(I've always wanted to make one of these, so here it goes. It took me 3-3 1/2 hours to make.)

In case you have no idea what this is about:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eEtSIJYyae0

What would Good Ol' Neo do
If he was here right now,
He'd take his hand
And put it in you,
That's what Good Ol' Neo'd do.

When Good Ol' Neo was in The Matrix,
Seeking the Oracle,
He owned a zerg of Agent Smith,
While using a big pole.

When Good Ol' Neo was in the alps,
Breaking through wrong doors,
He used his magic flying stuff,
And then started to soar.

So what would Good Ol' Neo do
If he were here today,
I'm sure he'd kick an *CENSORED* or two,
That's what Good Ol' Neo'd do.

I want this brain jack out of me,
It has stunted my vo-ca-bu-lar-y.

And I just want Zion
To stop freeing everyone

For Trinity I'll be an activist, too,
Cos that's what Good Ol' Neo'd do.

And what would Good Ol' Neo'd do,
He'd call all the red pills in town,
And tell them to unite for true
That's what Good Ol' Neo'd would do.

When Good Ol' Neo was in the hive;
On his death bed.
He fought the evil Agent Smith
and saved the human race again

And when Good Ol' Neo built the pyramids,
He beat up Kubela Kong.

Cos Good Ol' Neo doesn't take *poop* from an-e-y-body

So lets all get together,
And unite to stop the "Machs"
And we'll save The Matrix and ourselves too,
Cos that's what Good Ol' Neo'd (

And we'll save The Matrix and ourselves too,
Cos that's what Good Ol' Neo'd dooooo,
That's what Good Ol' Neo'd do.

I... found this.

As far as I know both of these abilities are just useless wastes of memory space.

If this is the case, I was hoping we could all discuss possible uses for these abilities.

Sharpshooter

Perhaps this ability could temporarily decrease the re-use timers for guns in free-fire combat. I thought this could be interesting, and would not have everyone firing their weapons at the same speed (given they are using the same type of weapon).

If this were to cause a problem, i.e. DPS or something, perhaps the memory cost for the ability could be increased.

Multi-Fighting

I have not spent as much time comtemplating Multi-Fighting as I have Sharpshooter, so I will not be surprised if the quality between both ideas differentiates. Multi-Fighting could possibly become a coned attack, or remain the same way it is.

If it were to remain how it is, in terms of ability type, perhaps we could make it somewhat like Iron Body, but covering all types of attacks. However, some may argue that this does not make it MA specific. If we are trying to make it MA specific, then perhaps it could just cut down the reuse timer for a free-fire melee attack - which has one crazy timer (4 or 5 seconds).

Cryptography

Didn't want to exclude it from the discussion.

These are just a couple possibilities, so if you have any better (or worse) ideas, please post them here.

Inside a bar in Achan, a masked man stands. He sits in the corner, while everyone who was once talking then stops. During this short pause the makes man withdraw a lyre. He runs his fingers across it and the sadness seems to partially fade. From behind his black mask, words are spoken. 

This virus spreads through me, draining - consuming.
I try to defeat it, regain my control.
What am I proving?
Time is taking it's toll.
In my path I leave pain,
leech off who I love.
Will I see them again?
Man, that'd be tough.
I look at all of you,
I know you don't know.
The things you won't do,
Oh, where you won't go.
That's why I sit here,
I beg thee consort.
There's nothing to fear,
For I will retort.
I will answer your questions,
However strange they may be.
You could learn the inentions
They don't want you to see.

A man standing near the bar leans towards a fellow patron and says,

"Was that a *CENSORED* lyre?"

*null*

This is a revival of a recognition thread by Sphairo: Here

But it is slightly different, since I have added a category for each organization.

Zion/EPN

Best MA:
Best kung fu:
Best karate:
Best aikido:

Best Vector:
Best howitzer:
Best ballista:

Best assassin:
Best knifethrower:

Best hybrid:

Best trauma:
best physician:
best force multplyer:

Best Proxy tech:
Best Utility tech:

Best PvP individual:
Best merovingian PvP faction:
Best zion PvP faction:
Best machine PvP faction:

Best drunk:
Best trashtalker:
Best runner:
Best Jumper:
Best comedian (who makes you smile?):
Best singer: (!:O!?!?!)

Cypherites/Machines

Best MA:
Best kung fu:
Best karate:
Best aikido:

Best Vector:
Best howitzer:
Best ballista:

Best assassin:
Best knifethrower:

Best hybrid:

Best trauma:
best physician:
best force multplyer:

Best Proxy tech:
Best Utility tech:

Best PvP individual:
Best merovingian PvP faction:
Best zion PvP faction:
Best machine PvP faction:

Best drunk:
Best trashtalker:
Best runner:
Best Jumper:
Best comedian (who makes you smile?):
Best singer: (!:O!?!?!)

Merovingian

Best MA:
Best kung fu:
Best karate:
Best aikido:

Best Vector:
Best howitzer:
Best ballista:

Best assassin:
Best knifethrower:

Best hybrid:

Best trauma:
best physician:
best force multplyer:

Best Proxy tech:
Best Utility tech:

Best PvP individual:
Best merovingian PvP faction:
Best zion PvP faction:
Best machine PvP faction:

Best drunk:
Best trashtalker:
Best runner:
Best Jumper:
Best comedian (who makes you smile?):
Best singer: (!:O!?!?!)

For the sake of the template, I will not put in my choices.

This is a revival of a recognition thread by Sphairo: Here

But it is slightly different, since I have added a category for each organization.

Zion/EPN

Best MA:
Best kung fu:
Best karate:
Best aikido:

Best Vector:
Best howitzer:
Best ballista:

Best assassin:
Best knifethrower:

Best hybrid:

Best trauma:
best physician:
best force multplyer:

Best Proxy tech:
Best Utility tech:

Best PvP individual:
Best merovingian PvP faction:
Best zion PvP faction:
Best machine PvP faction:

Best drunk:
Best trashtalker:
Best runner:
Best Jumper:
Best comedian (who makes you smile?):
Best singer: (!:O!?!?!)

Cypherites/Machines

Best MA:
Best kung fu:
Best karate:
Best aikido:

Best Vector:
Best howitzer:
Best ballista:

Best assassin:
Best knifethrower:

Best hybrid:

Best trauma:
best physician:
best force multplyer:

Best Proxy tech:
Best Utility tech:

Best PvP individual:
Best merovingian PvP faction:
Best zion PvP faction:
Best machine PvP faction:

Best drunk:
Best trashtalker:
Best runner:
Best Jumper:
Best comedian (who makes you smile?):
Best singer: (!:O!?!?!)

Merovingian

Best MA:
Best kung fu:
Best karate:
Best aikido:

Best Vector:
Best howitzer:
Best ballista:

Best assassin:
Best knifethrower:

Best hybrid:

Best trauma:
best physician:
best force multplyer:

Best Proxy tech:
Best Utility tech:

Best PvP individual:
Best merovingian PvP faction:
Best zion PvP faction:
Best machine PvP faction:

Best drunk:
Best trashtalker:
Best runner:
Best Jumper:
Best comedian (who makes you smile?):
Best singer: (!:O!?!?!)

For the sake of the template, I will not put in my choices.

This is a revival of a recognition thread by Sphairo: Here

But it is slightly different, since I have added a category for each organization.

Zion/EPN

Best MA:
Best kung fu:
Best karate:
Best aikido:

Best Vector:
Best howitzer:
Best ballista:

Best assassin:
Best knifethrower:

Best hybrid:

Best trauma:
best physician:
best force multplyer:

Best Proxy tech:
Best Utility tech:

Best PvP individual:
Best merovingian PvP faction:
Best zion PvP faction:
Best machine PvP faction:

Best drunk:
Best trashtalker:
Best runner:
Best Jumper:
Best comedian (who makes you smile?):
Best singer: (!:O!?!?!)

Cypherites/Machines

Best MA:
Best kung fu:
Best karate:
Best aikido:

Best Vector:
Best howitzer:
Best ballista:

Best assassin:
Best knifethrower:

Best hybrid:

Best trauma:
best physician:
best force multplyer:

Best Proxy tech:
Best Utility tech:

Best PvP individual:
Best merovingian PvP faction:
Best zion PvP faction:
Best machine PvP faction:

Best drunk:
Best trashtalker:
Best runner:
Best Jumper:
Best comedian (who makes you smile?):
Best singer: (!:O!?!?!)

Merovingian

Best MA:
Best kung fu:
Best karate:
Best aikido:

Best Vector:
Best howitzer:
Best ballista:

Best assassin:
Best knifethrower:

Best hybrid:

Best trauma:
best physician:
best force multplyer:

Best Proxy tech:
Best Utility tech:

Best PvP individual:
Best merovingian PvP faction:
Best zion PvP faction:
Best machine PvP faction:

Best drunk:
Best trashtalker:
Best runner:
Best Jumper:
Best comedian (who makes you smile?):
Best singer: (!:O!?!?!)

For the sake of the template, I will not put in my choices.

Numerology

"The study of numbers, as the figures designating the" year of one's birth, to determine their supposed influence on one's life, future, etc."

"The study of the occult meanings of numbers and their supposed influence on human life."

Everything is connected through numbers, God created the integers, we created the symbols.

This is a very interesting topic, and is very connected to The Matrix.

Here is a very minor link, but you will be amazed if you just goof around with it a little. Note: This is not even the tip of the iceberg, but in order for you to be interested, first you must scratch the surface.

http://www.dreamdatum.com/name-calculator.html

Mess around a bit, get interested, and you will be amazed. As a Matrix fan, YOU MUST EXAMINE THE CODE!!!

Here is a post I made briefly regarding Numerology:

Things That Inspired Your Character's Role in MxO <Revisisted>  (page one)

Willing to sell a Red Winter Coat, full purity.

Price is negotiable : )

Reply here or send a /t or in-game e-mail to Shickle.

Would 1m be a reasonable price?

If not, offers will be reviewed.

I was recently wondering if it would be possible to assign rep points to NPCs.

What I mean by this is each NPC defeated administers a rep point.

I see a benefit being easier org switching... and a downside, well, being easier org switching.

*null, history repeats itself*

Willing to buy a Patcher's bandana for the cheapest price I can.

Also, I will buy a Patcher's hat for 10 million.