So where do tired heroes go when they want a good place to sit and eat?
I swear I’m not making this up…
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Not sure if one would reboot it, though.
One of the engineers clipped a comic strip out of the newspaper for me, and I liked it so much I decided to share it with all of you…
(If it’s no longer the 13th of December when you follow the link, go find the 12/13/04 comic.)
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Hero-keteer Roll Call
Thinking about those hero portraits from last night reminded me that I have yet to mine my City of Heroes gaming for journal fodder. So here goes:
I may not have accomplished much this weekend, but I finally leveled all of my characters on the Protector server to 7 or above. For the longest time I had heroes languishing around 3, 4 and 5. No longer! Each hero has at least one Pool power and has left their starting zone for adventures in the (slightly) more dangerous parts of the world.
A player can have eight characters on a given server, and I’ve filled all eight slots on Protector (as well as a couple on Pinnacle). I know there are people who play one character almost exclusively, with an “alt” or two to relieve the boredom. I’m such a dilettante, though, that I get a kick out of playing any and all of my heroes. Why? Because I want to see what they can do! That’s the whole point, leveling up and trying out new things.
Heck, I’m already thinking that I don’t have enough different build types. I caught myself this morning wondering who I could blow out on Protector to make room for a new build… then realized “oh, duh, I can just build heroes on another server.”
So if you run into Arctic Ant, Woods Cutter, ProPaine, Rossum’s Fist, Spiny Echidna, Myne alMyne, NeutrinoStorm or Charger Man while playing on the Protector server, feel free to say hello. They’re all friendly, outgoing sorts of fellows…
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A Portrait (or two) Of A Hero (or two)
It’s all his fault, you know. He just had to go and tell me about the Hero Generator. Ah, well.
So here’s a silly rendition of Andrew Wolfe in some kind of outlandish fantasy setting. He’s normally a snappier dresser, I assure you. Sometimes one’s purpose determines one’s presentation.
And then there’s Marc Rembrandt, my role-play character. The Generator didn’t have a very good match for his neckwear, so I had to make do.
You could do better, I suppose? Go on, show me what you’ve got.
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Fifteen names is all we ask.
All you have to do is pick fifteen names. Okay, you also need to have a journal/blog/thingie. Anyway, name fifteen moderately famous non-dead people and go sign up over at the Dead Pool. Do it before the ball drops in Times Square.
Because somebody ought to profit from celebrity deaths, and that somebody might as well be you.
The Dead Pool
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Is it worth it?
Some days it just doesn’t pay to gnaw through the straps, you know?
If there’s one surefire way to ruin your day, it’s reading a distilled synopsis of all of the character flaws that led to the breakup of your marriage. I don’t recommend looking in the mirror of someone else’s pent-up bitterness as a fun way to pass a quiet afternoon.
Of course, one of those character flaws got me into today’s mess in the first place, so I have nobody to blame but myself for how lousy I’m feeling right now.
It’s awfully hard to like myself, most days. It’s even more difficult today.
(For the record: This is not a pity party. I’ll be okay in a while. I just needed to get this “down on paper,” as it were. Think of it as being not entirely unlike writing something down so you don’t forget it later.)
