Jahzel-Jah wrote:

Your'e not mr. current affairs are you Tommy? We are making it our business since its getting out of hand and certainly the mechs these days are..should i say "off duty"? and simply havent displayed no interest.What's in it for us you may ask?Well...its just the pleasure of reminding them the role they play in this war..they are nothing ..and they just  forget their past mistakes. And oh!! did i mention were getting paid?

No Turk it's just the gun in me trousers !

QuiDormit wrote:

sugaree wrote:

Jahzel-Jah wrote:

I have ordered Qui personally  to stop the bombs and specifically told him about international , and we have taught him  a little lesson along the way...That also goes for everyone else that aids this cause.You may stop the operation in a peaceful way or you will be made an example of."Do not cross our path or get in the way of our business"i have said time and time again and now is the time to stop as my employer so wishes and we will make it so.So again put your little bombs away,sit in your rat-holes and think about another way to get your goals met, without losing your unsignificant lives.Good luck

Of course the whole point for them, JJ, is to preserve their own insignificant lives while trying to maim others, preferably the defenseless.

Spare me the dramatics, please. 

As I said before, popping my EJP is a nuisance at best.  Your choices are either to find us in the real, or to try and stop us in the act.  Either way, I wish you the best of luck.  You will certainly need it.  Do not stand in our way unless you're prepared to die.

Oh but we will stop you,you can count on it, The how , the who's, will be just as surprising to you as your demise...

Its already been stated that Rare is watching this thread and will respond soon.  I think with such alot of information to take in terms of response from the community its bound to take some time to go through and find generic response that will answer all our questions as best he can.

I say relax, wait and see. 

Also i got thinking.  The cinematics.  Are they going to be back dated from the point where they left off (eventually) or are they just going to start from when the new update starts?  It would be good to have the cinematics running concurrently, instead of leaving a gap in the story.

CrimsonKiller01 wrote:

This is more a question/suggestion to Rarebit. Instead of knocking yourself out drawing cinematics wouldn't it be easier to just film cinematics in game? I am not sure if Aquatium did something like that for the Wireframe man cinematic but it did look just as good as the old cinematics. I'm more than sure any of the more film saavy players would be more than willing to give you a hand there either as extras or as film crew.

Yea I offered help and got this responce...

I don't really anticipate sharing out the work on cinematics, for a number of reasons (legal, leaks, management issues, stylistic differences). I'm pretty sure that mine will be rougher--both stylistically and technically--than your example, but it's still a large unknown for me so I'll just have to find out how it goes. - Rarebit

I for one do feel sorry for him.  Yes, he took his own life and it was his own fault, but sometimes people really do have mental disorders that prevent them from realizing they have a problem and getting help for it.  I'm sorry he was one of those people that had to go through that.  And I'm really surprised that you guys don't feel sorry for someone who felt that they had no other option.

My condolences go out to his family.

((Personally I dont like my organizational choice dictating my characters RP history and his personal views. While I ooc dont care, Tranque does. Eh, I didnt say you ruined the game at all, its just ehh the rationale behind it was a tad rash and it was hasty. Now if it was more drawn out, had a nice rivalry story line then an attack was made, then I could understand, but it was purely rumours. Tranque was mourning because those Patients were people he truly loved as children, and it would simply be ridiculous for him to brush them off like dust, even you should agree that it would not have been fun if Tranque didnt react at all. Lets leave the Manifesto as is because I'd like it to remain drama-free but you can take this up with me or the afflicted parties, in a Pm or arranged conference))

Now I am not the world's most efficient graphic design artist or programmer.  Or the world's best or most experienced.  Nor have I ever designed ANYTHING in a 3-d environment that has ever come close to being complete.  And let me tell you why:

Because it's time-consuming to the max.

If anyone's ever seen ESIV: Oblivion then you know how rich and awesome the graphics and the world in that game are.  I took it upon myself to try to create a world of my own using the Oblivion Construction Set - which was fun and actually going well until I forgot to make a backup and completely blew up my world, then quit in frustration.  But I made exactly one island with one town on it - in 5 days.  Maybe more.  The devs don't have the time without bringing in new people to do this.

Way to miss the point.  By the way, every door in the game was originally designed to work with the White Hallways, Rarebit actually had to go and disable that so he could limit it to the ones he wanted. 

I really like the idea of utalising the white hallways for something more.

What kind of areas would you be thinking about to be teleported to?  Are you talking new areas?  What kinda of areas?

We could also use the white hallways for like high level missions.  Using something like a archive ticket you have to use the white hallways to access the mission.  Something along those lines.

Hardlines are the easy part.  Who's going to design, create, assemble and test the new areas?

“We are near awakening when we dream that we dream.” -Novalis

Shinjuku 11:03pm

Shinjuku- Club Masamune

Trung saw the guards outside the club and already knew he was in for a difficult time. Well, it’s not like Barloke didn’t warn me, he thought while he tossed his guns in a alleyway and walked toward the entrance of the club.

Due to the recent crime wave of events, many clubs were adding extra security so it was no surprise when one of the guards produced a hand scanner and checked Trung and several other patrons for weapons.

The club inside wasn’t as loud as Trung thought it would be, which was good news and bad. Good because as far as Trung was concerned they could take their synthesizers and screeching guitars and shove it. Bad because the noise would have been a good mask in case his “mark” wasn’t going to go out quietly.

He headed over to the bar and ordered a beer, quietly taking in the surroundings. Club was maybe half full, or maybe half empty, depending on how much of a optimist or pessimist you were, which spelled more bad news for Trung.

The waiter however was the only good news for Trung as it was his “mark.” 33 year old Mel Stentson approached Trung with a beer on his tray and served it with a disinterested “here ya go” before walking back behind the bar.

“Geez Laura I got to go to the bathroom and wash my hands.”

The bartender looked at Mel with frank disbelief and said “again? This is like the fifth time in an hour you had to go wash your hands. For chrissakes Mel, you’re serving booze, not plutonium!”

Mel looked at her and said “c’mon Laura I’m gonna go nuts if I don’t!”

Laura looked at Mel with disgust before rolling her eyes and waving him off with an impatient hand saying “Fine, just get back here before the end of this century!” Neither of them noticed that the man that was just served beer left the bar and was already walking through the bathroom door with his beer bottle in hand…

Mel walked in the bathroom a few seconds later and with a happy look of satisfaction started washing his hands the same way he did since childhood. He made sure his hands were literally covered in lather before applying some scalding hot water to rinse it off. You could never be too careful, germs were everywhere, everything you touched nowadays was a germ factory waiting to infect you, waiting to sap away at your health, to make you cough and sneeze and generally become a germ factory as well. His parents raised him right; he would always wash his hands, always. No matter what you were doing, the reasoning in his household was there was always time to make sure you didn’t become a germ factory. Then the nightmare hit him, he felt the pressure in his belly that didn’t come up, but made an agonizing trip downward.

He looked at the toilets with something like horror knowing that the inevitable was at hand, but dreading what must be done. He wrung his hands in fists in a what to do, what to do gesture even as he walked to the stalls and saw with some relief that the toilet paper bins were full. His small smile was for a reason, paper comes from trees, and trees were pronounced as “clean” to Mel so therefore the paper must be clean. Thanking his luck he started pulling at the toilet paper and in a minute the entire seat of the toilet was covered with it.

Trung sighed and waited in the stall next to Mel’s wondering how he was going to take his “mark” out. No weapons on him and no easy exit out of the bathroom. He looked down for a moment and smiled discovering that at least one of the two problems he had was solved…

Mel heard glass smashing just before he was about to sit down and called out worried “everything all right there?

“Yeah” the voice in the other stall chuckled “just dropped my bottle is all, its times like this I wish I had three hands!”

“Oh….ok” said Mel uncertainly before hearing the toilet in the other stall flush. He turned around and was just starting to lower his pants when the stall door crashed inward, knocking him onto the seat. The killer with a jagged bottle neck charged in and began cutting quickly along the neck of Mel as he held him down.

Mel’s last thoughts weren’t about the obvious fact that his life was now in the milliseconds, he was surprisingly thinking of all the germs that must be on the glass bottle….

Trung stepped back and out the stall away from the bloody mess that was Mel. Reaching into his coat he pulled out his phone.

“Operator”

“Done, but I got a few problems here>”

“And that is…?”

“I’m pretty much trapped in the bathroom” said Trung and then frowned when the operator started chuckling. “Yeah, yeah real funny, now how do I get out?”

The operator stopped chuckling but said in a amused voice “turn around.” Trung turned and saw a door where the wall was a few seconds ago and smiled as he said “thanks man.”

“No problem” said the voice on the other end “but you better move fast, Agents tend to notice when you start changing things.”

“Right” said Trung and then grimaced and said “ugh”

“What is it now?”

 “Nothing” said Trung as he looked at all the blood on him, “just saw the mess this left on my clothes”

As he stepped out of the door and in the alleyway, Pops who was in the real laughed and said “well Barloke told me to say if you mentioned it, that that’s what you get for wearing all white to a mission.”

Trung rolled his eyes and hung up, just relieved that this mission was over and he was on his way out…

Murasaki, 10pm

Green Tigers Restaurant

Avath ate her noodles without much relish, in truth the restaurant wasn’t exactly a five star, but the food was clean and the clientele mostly tourists who had no clue as to what good Chinese food tasted like. The only reason why she was here was because her “mark” was here, a Floyd “the Flow” Benice who for the past 12 years of his miserable 23 year old life was in and out of correctional facilities.

In her life before she was awakened, Avath was a prosecutor and the docket of the case file of the man in question past her desk on more than one occasion. The last case would have put him away for good, before the matter of his sanity came into question.

The defense was that killing a van full of teens wasn’t the work of some greedy kid armed with a revolver and dreams of getting a lot of money from the hit. No, the defense claimed that this was the work of a troubled individual, certainly a man with his colorful past in courts could prove that he was imbalanced, and what was more the word of a prominent psychiatrist that with rehabilitation was enough to convince the jury that a lesser sentence of insanity was the proper sentence, but that didn’t sit well with Avath, not at all…

Floyd took a last chug of beer before he told his drinking partner Miles “man if this deal goes through we are gonna be swimming in dough!” Miles looked back and warned “just no kill crazy rampages Floyd, you got off more than lucky the last time, so don’t push it.”

“Yeah, yeah” said Floyd as he got up “I’ll be extra careful this time, and we will get the goods. I just hope Garvin pays big for it. I don’t want to go through all this trouble for nothing.” Miles nodded waving Floyd off and sat drinking his beer as Floyd left, not noticing the woman that got up from the bar and headed toward the door.

Avath took her time following the man past the darkened alleyway to a lone opening by the bikes, knowing that Floyd would be there where she wanted him. She watched a moment a little amused as Floyd cursed a series of choice and colorful words at the bicycle he used to get around, the bike that now had two flat tires from earlier courtesy of Avath.

Floyd gave the now useless bike a kick before turning to walk away before he heard “Hello Floyd, having some bike trouble?” Floyd turned around slowly to see the woman pointing a gun straight at him and his eyes widened when he saw her face.”

“You!” he said in shock “you’re that lawyer babe that wanted me locked up forever!”

Avath smirked and said “I’m flattered” she cocked back the hammer of the gun as Floyd started to babble “hey you can’t do this, you’re a lawyer!”

“Not anymore…”

“Look lady, please! I didn’t kill those people! I swear it!”

Avath lowered the gun slightly and said “we both know you did, the only thing that got you off was that your friend has money and he has use for you, that’s why you got out. So what was on the agenda tonight Floyd? Planning to knock over a liquor store? Maybe leave the owner dead for your trouble?”

“Well actually it was a jewelry store…” muttered Floyd and he began babbling again when Avath raised her gun again.

“No! Don’t lady! Please lady! I’m a sick man! You heard what the shrink said! Temporary insanity! I need help lady, I need medical help!”

Avath could have let the man go on talking but she heard it all before, and besides time was not in her favor…

“I got all the “cure” you need right here” she finally said and emptied the entire clip into Floyd who was dead even before he hit the floor without so much as a scream, like he wasted all his breath begging to live and had nothing left for the actual dying part.

Avath looked around a moment as she tossed the gun in a garbage can and pulled out her phone.

“Operator”

“Done”

“Shin Dao and Chen two blocks away, we’ll be waiting.”

“Roger that” and hung up, walking away from her final case….

Downtown 6 pm

Center Park

Barloke put away the paper as Jahzel walked up to him in the park. “So did you send flowers” Barloke asked as he tossed the paper to the side. Jahzel saw what was on the cover and said “no, but I showed up so that’s something I tell you the families of the ones we just knocked up are set for life with the amount of money Tranque was throwing their way.” Barloke nodded and stood and said wryly “sure…why not? He can always code more…”

Both men walked out of the Park talking. Jahzel said “he did make some small mention about you.” They stopped on the corner waiting for the light to change and Barloke said “you mean about the “troubled individual” jazz?” Jahzel nodded and said “yeah” as they crossed the street. “I also heard some rumor that the Zionites are beginning an investigation of sorts.” Hmmm” Barloke said as they reached the other end of the street and headed towards the subway “that is surprising; I would have thought the Mechs would have taken a greater interest than the Zionists...”

As they descended to the platform Jahzel said “well I doubt they will for long, word is that they are tired of the whole mess and some have said they wish Tranque would try to come to some peace agreement with you if just to end all the slaughter.”  

They stood on the platform while Barloke shrugged and said “well he knows my number, he can always arrange for talks but until then the rock and roll doesn’t stop…”

Richland 7:30pm

Mara

26 year old Bob Dugan was playing with marshmallows on lawn table on the rooftop of his apartment. His aunt always hid the keys to the rooftop from him, but Bob always seemed to find them. He knew he wasn’t supposed to be up here and that if he was caught he would probably be punished by staying in his room all week, but he was having the time of his life and not once did he thing about flying. He was just finishing making a marshmallow castle when a red headed man approached him and said pleasantly “heya Bobby! What ya doing there?”

Bobby looked guiltily at the red headed man and then at his friend who looked older and for some reason made Bob nervous as he said “nothing mister, I’m just building things.”

Jahzel looked at the lumps of marshmallows and said “ah and that’s a what? Clouds maybe?” Bob shook his head rapidly and said “Oh no that’s a castle.” Jahzel smiled “well it looks great, me and my friend here were just thinking about flying and we wanted to know if you would like to come along.”

At that Bob’s eyes took on a dreamy look “fly” he asked almost to himself. “Uh huh” answered Jahzel “maybe fly all the way to Downtown and back again, wouldn’t that be fun?”

Bob smiled and said “you are fooling me mister” he said “Doc told me I can’t fly, that only birds can do that and people in machines. I used to think I could, but then I got hurt bad and they took away my comic books, but I still like to come up here to see the birds fly.” Looking at Jahzel he said lowly “that’s why I steal the key when my aunt’s asleep, if she knew I was up here it would be grounding for sure.”

“Hmmm” said Jahzel as he scratched his chin “so you don’t believe you can fly then?” Bob shook his head and said “no mister.”

“well what if I could prove it to you?” said Jahzel with a smile and Bob laughed and aid “sure! That would be great!”  “Ok” said Jahzel cheerily and looked over to Barloke who hadn’t said anything yet “hey Bar, you mind flying to the next building over there?” Barloke looked at Jahzel curiously and said “what?” “Yeah” said Jahzel his smile a little strained now as Barloke didn’t understand “just fly over to the other building.” Barloke then got it, because he sighed and rolled his eyes while he said “fine.”

Both Bob and Jahzel watched Barloke as he walked over to the edge of the roof and with one leap sailed easily over to the other building across the street. Jahzel smiled lazily as Bob’s jaw dropped in wonder and amazement. “Oh my!” Bob exclaimed “I never seen anything like that!” Jahzel chuckled and said “well you can do that too you know.” Bob looked back at Jahzel and with a voice that was tinged with innocence and hope said “really?” Jahzel nodded and tapped the side of Bob’s head gently as he said “you just got to believe it up there my friend.” Bob nodded solemnly though his eyes were wide open “for now just jump to the next building and my friend will catch you” said Jahzel “what do you say?”

Bob licked his lips and thought about it and then with a trembling of excitement he said “I’ll do it!” Jahzel smiled and said “good! Ok get ready then.” Bob walked over to the edge of the rooftop and looked back once to say “thanks mister, you’re my new best friend” Jahzel smiled and nodded as Bob leaped off the roof screaming all the way down “I’m flyyyyyinnnnnnnggg!!!!!!!”  Then a dull thump from below and with that both men jumped down to the streets and walked over to where Bob landed. As they approached Jahzel said “now that is a clear cut case of cement poisoning.” Barloke took out his phone as he nudged Bob over to his back with his boot and said “or massive deceleration trauma.” Jahzel chuckled as Barloke got the coordinates.

As both men walked away Jahzel said to Barloke “hey how does that song go? I believe I can flyyyyy...”

“Oh you’re a regular comedian, a real Bob Hope you are…”