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Re: Longest Running Thread EVER
 
Speaking of pics:
 

 
Holly Witt

 
Marta Brunner

 
Laura Cover


 
Wendy Hamilton

Re: Musings on Random Musings
 

You know, Hermit, this point really reminds me I should be even clearer.
 
My father's friends up north in New Hampshire were rednecks. True rednecks. Northern, but very working class garage guys, very much low-brow but not at all in a bad way. They did fit many of the NASCAR stereotypes (though they preferred mall track racing realy, one of the guys among them was a racecar driver, btw). But they were really hot on education and believed that it was very important to go to college.
 
People of similar backgrounds down South TENDED (but very much so I'll say) to be disdainful. However, I do want to add, this has nothing at all to do with the intelligence of the individuals in question. I saw no significant variation in intelligence per se; I think Southerners tend to be more pragmatic while Northerners tend to be more analytical in approach, but I'm not sure I'm even wedded to that notion. Anyway, I did find very much the same levels of intellect.
 
Now, all that being said, I should qualify my above marks in that really middle class values regarding education were indeed much more similar than I gave credit for. I exaggerated, upon retrospect, the degree to which the disdain for formal eucation is present among all classes, it is more class-constrained. Again, this is all IN MY EXPERIENCE and while I believe what I saw, so to speak, I'm not suggesting I can "prove" this as a general truth.

Re: Musings on Random Musings
 

Re: Musings on Random Musings
 

You need to do what feels right. One of the best things I ever did was learn to live my life for me and not someone else. You shouldn't let your parents interfere with your happiness.

Re: Musings on Random Musings
 

Re: Quote of the Week from my gaming group...
 

That is a funny coincidence.
 
Okay, here's the quote/story - and a warning, as this relates to NGD (Non-Gaming Discussion) recent lore, so if you are offended by NGD-related stories, skip now!
 
In our game, I am using the Metal Men. And currently they're house-hunting - Doc Magnus is dead, and his entire estate/lab/base/etc. completely obliterated. They stayed for a bit with one of the PCs (lemming's in fact), Spectrum. But decided to adopt more human ways and so went off to get their own place.
 
Gold and Platinum were talking in front of our PCs. Platinum (AKA Tina), the platinum bombshell as it were and always over-played as such by me with her strong attraction to any robotic beings as well as human males, starts talking about adopting the human female role, taking care of all the house chores, decorating and such. She discusses stereotypical roles with eagerness, in her attempt to be the idealized male version of a female, bombshell and home maker.
 
So one of the PCs, known on the boards as Lamrok, his character being Nexus, Master of Dimensions, nods and says, "That's fine, Fred."
 
Like I said, you have to get NGD lore.
 
(will be cross-posted to there, too)

Metaphysics Americana
 
From a metaphysical perspective, if there is any truth to power in symbols, could the many successes of the United States in spreading from shore to shore have something to do with our taking the Bald Eagle as our emblem?
The Eagle has long been a symbol of greatness, sometimes even conquest, in Europe. Among many American Indian tribes though, it was the greatest of the birds, if not the greatest of the spirits... a sign of chiefs.
 
In short, could the early United States have seized the greatest medicine for themselves?
 
On the other hand, in early colonial efforts to do things the opposite of Europe, we had our race tracks etc go widdershins or counterclockwise. This denotes an opening, an unbinding...
and then we got into it big time with roads etc.
 
If one believes in such, does this be used as a rationale why America has often been at the forefront of revolutionary ideas, technological progress, etc... and yet often has trouble staying content or focused in the past? It could it be what guarentees that our nation has 'lived in interesting times'?
 
Are we the ones who are inadvertantly opening the seals of the Apocolypse which will no doubt just cheese everyone off eventually?
 
EDIT: And mmm ,if another nation cozies up to the United States and asks it "What's your sign?" it answers Cancer (July 4).

Re: Longest Running Thread EVER
 
Time for some fun. A list of smart put downs for the gits in your life.
 
[*] = Wildcard. Insert the appropriate adjective in this spot; stupid, ugly, annoying, obnoxious etc.
 
 
A donut would fit your head like a sombrero.
 
A half-wit gave you a piece of his mind, and I see you held on to it.
 
All that you are you owe to your parents. Why don’t you send them a penny and square the account?
 
Am I getting smart with you? How would you even know?
 
And what would your crybaby, whiny opinion be… ?
 
Any similarity between you and a human being must be purely coincidental.
 
Anyone who told you to be yourself couldn’t have given you worse advice.
 
Are you always so [*] or is today a special occasion?
 
Are your parents siblings?
 
As an outsider, what do you think of the human race?
 
Before you came along we were hungry for change. Now we are fed up.
 
Brains aren’t everything. In fact, in your case they’re nothing.
 
Calling you [*] would be an insult to [*] people.
 
Can I borrow your face for a few days while my butt is on vacation?
 
Careful now, don’t let your brains go to your head.
 
Did the mental hospital test too many drugs on you?
 
Did you eat paint chips when you were a kid?
 
Did your parents ever ask you to run away from home?
 
Did your parents have any children that lived?
 
Do you ever wonder what life would be like if you’d had enough oxygen at birth?
 
Do you have to leave so soon? I was about to poison the coffee.
 
Do you want me to accept you as you are or do you want me to like you?
 
Does your train of thought have a caboose?
 
Don’t feel bad. A lot of people have no talent.
 
Don’t let your mind wander. It’s too little to be let out alone.
 
Don’t thank me for insulting you. It was my pleasure.
 
Don’t you have a terribly empty feeling in your skull?
 
Don’t you need a license to be that [*]?
 
Don’t you realize that there are enough people to hate in the world already without your working so hard to give us another?
 
Down deep inside… you’re still shallow.
 
Ever since I first met you you’ve grown on me… like a fungus.
 
Ever since I saw your family tree I’ve wanted to cut it down.
 
Everyone has a photographic memory. You just don’t have film.
 
Everyone has a right to be [*]. You just abuse the privilege.
 
Everyone is gifted. You must have returned the package.
 
For two cents I’d give you a piece of my mind… and all of yours.
 
Go ahead. Tell them everything you know. It’ll only take 10 seconds.
 
Go fart peas at the moon.
 
Go open an artery — it will lower your blood pressure.
 
Go stand on your head in the corner and stack greasy BBs.
 
Grasp your ears firmly and remove your head from your butt.
 
Have you considered suing your brains for non-support?
 
Have you devoted your life to spreading ignorance?
 
Heard your friends went to a restaurant where they serve crabs just so they could bring you along.
 
Hello tall, dark, and gruesome.
 
Hey, I remember you when you had only one chin.
 
How can I miss you if you won’t go away?
 
How did you get here? Did someone leave your cage open?
 
How long do you want to die?
 
How many years did it take you to learn how to breathe?
 
Huh… I thought all the flakes were outside. (To be used on a snowy day.)
 
I always wanted to be a troubleshooter but now I see you’re not worth the ammo.
 
I believe in respect for the dead. In fact I could only respect you if you WERE dead.
 
I bet your brain feels as good as new, seeing that you’ve never used it.
 
I bet your mother has a loud bark.
 
I can tell you’re lying. Your lips are moving.
 
I can tie a coffee bean to my butt and swim across the river and make better coffee than you.
 
I can’t make a fool out of you. You do a perfectly fine job of that all by yourself.
 
I can’t seem to remember you name… and please don’t help me.
 
I can’t talk to you right now. Where will you be in ten years?
 
I could throw you in a bathtub and skim idiot broth for two days.
 
I don’t consider you a vulture. I consider you something a even vulture wouldn’t eat.
 
I don’t know what makes you so [*], but it really works for you.
 
I don’t know who you’re, but whatever it is, I’m sure everyone will agree with me.
 
I don’t mind that you’re talking so long as you don’t mind that I’m not listening.
 
I don’t think you’re [*]. But then what’s my opinion measured against thousands of others?
 
I don’t want you to turn the other cheek. It’s just as [*].
 
I hear the only place you’re ever invited is outside.
 
I hear what you’re saying but I just don’t care.
 
I hear you changed your mind. What did you do with the diaper?
 
I hear you were born on a farm. Any more in the litter?
 
I hear you were born on April 2. A day too late.
 
I hear you’re being accepted into an exclusive club cause they need someone to snub.
 
I heard that your brother was an only child.
 
I know you’re a self-made person. It’s nice of you to take all the blame.
 
I know you’re nobody’s fool but maybe someday someone will adopt you.
 
I know you’re not as [*] as you look. Nobody could be.
 
I like you. People say I have no taste, but I like you.
 
I like you. You remind me of when I was young and [*].
 
I like your approach, now let’s see your departure.
 
I think the aliens forget to remove your anal probe.
 
I think you’ve confused child-like with childish.
 
I thought of you all day today. I was at the monkey house [or snake pit, or weasel exhibit, whichever works best] at the zoo.
 
I understand you… and that terrifies me.
 
I used to think that you were a big pain in the neck. But since I’ve gotten to know you, my opinion has dropped.
 
I want to hear nothing out of you but breathing… and I really wouldn’t mind if you stopped that, too.
 
I will defend to your death my right to my opinion.
 
I worship the six feet of ground that awaits you.
 
I wouldn’t piss in your ear if your brain were on fire.
 
I’d hate to see you go, but I’d love to watch you leave.
 
I’d like to give you a going-away present, but you have to do your part.
 
I’d like to help you out. Which way did you come in?
 
I’d like to leave you with one thought but I’m not sure you have a place to put it.
 
I’d like to see things from your point of view but I can’t seem to get my head that far up my butt.
 
I’d love to go out with you, but my favorite commercial is on TV.
 
I’d rather pass a kidney stone than spend more time with you.
 
I’d slap you senseless but it looks like someone beat me to it.
 
I’ll never forget the first time we met. But I’ll keep trying.
 
I’ll see you in my dreams, if I eat jalapenos and ice cream before bed.
 
I’ll try being nicer if you’ll try being less [*].
 
I’m already visualizing the duct tape over your mouth.
 
I’m busy now. Can I ignore you some other time?
 
I’m glad to see you’re not letting your education get in the way of your ignorance.
 
I’m going to memorize your name and then throw my head away.
 
I’m not as [*] as you look.
 
I’m not being rude. You really are [*].
 
I’ve come across decomposed bodies that are less offensive than you are.
 
I’ve had many cases of love that were just infatuation, but this hate I feel for you is the real thing.
 
I’ve hated your looks from the start they gave me.
 
I’ve only got one nerve left, and you’re getting on it.
 
I’ve seen people like you, but I had to pay admission to a guy with a straw hat.
 
If baloney were music, you’d be a brass band.
 
If brains were a body of water, you’d have a kiddie pool.
 
If brains were rain, you’d be a desert.
 
If I ever need a brain transplant, I’d choose yours because I’d want a brain that had never been used.
 
If I gave you a penny for your thoughts, I’d get change back.
 
If I had a face like yours, I’d sue my parents.
 
If I promise to miss you, will you go away?
 
If I said anything to you that I should be sorry for, I’m glad.
 
If I stand close enough to you, I can hear the ocean.
 
If I want any crap from you I’ll squeeze your head.
 
If I want your [*] opinion, I’ll beat it out of you.
 
If I wanted to hear from a butt, I’d fart.
 
If idiots could fly, this would be an airport.
 
If ignorance is bliss, you must be simply orgasmic.
 
If truth is stranger than fiction, you must be truth.
 
If we were to kill everybody who hates you, it wouldn’t be murder. It would be genocide.
 
If what you don’t know can’t hurt you, you’re practically invulnerable.
 
If you don’t like my opinion of you improve yourself.
 
If you ever tax your brain, don’t charge more than a penny.
 
If you had another brain like the one you’ve got, you’d still be a half-wit.
 
If you were twice as smart, you’d still be [*].
 
If your brain were chocolate, it wouldn’t fill an M&M.
 
Ignorance can be cured. Stupid is forever.
 
In some cultures, what you do would be considered normal.
 
In the land of the witless, the half-wit is king.
 
Is that your nose or are you eating a banana?
 
It may be that your sole purpose in life is simply to serve as a warning to others.
 
It’s a good thing stupidity (or arrogance or whatever) isn’t painful. There wouldn’t be enough morphine in the world for you.
 
It’s hard to believe that many people are to blame for producing you.
 
It’s hard to get the big picture when you have such a small screen.
 
Keep talking, someday you’ll say something intelligent.
 
Learn from your parents’ mistakes — use birth control.
 
Let’s play horse. I’ll be the front end and you be yourself.
 
Look, don’t go to a mind reader. Go to a palmist. I know you’ve got a palm. I can see the hair on it from here.
 
Make a mental note — oh, I see you’re out of paper.
 
Make somebody happy. Mind your own business.
 
Man alive. But I wish you weren’t.
 
Moonlight becomes you — total darkness even more.
 
Nice to see you on your feet. Who sent the crane?
 
No guts, no glory, no brain, same story.
 
No one will ever know that you’ve had a lobotomy if you wear a wig and learn to control the slobbering.
 
Nobody says you’re [*]. They don’t have to. They know already.
 
Now go away or I shall taunt you a second time.
 
Of all the people I’ve met you’re certainly… one of them.
 
Only you could be alone and in bad company.
 
Ordinarily people live and learn. You just live.
 
Pardon me, but you’ve obviously mistaken me for someone who gives a damn.
 
People can’t say that you have absolutely nothing. After all, you have inferiority.
 
People say that you’re outstanding in your field, but what they really mean is that they wish you were out standing in your field.
 
People say that you’re the perfect idiot. I say that you’re not quite perfect but you’ve got your eyes on the prize.
 
Please breathe the other way. You’re bleaching my hair.
 
Sit down and give your mind a rest.
 
So how’s life in the gutter?
 
So, a thought crossed your mind? Must have been a long and lonely journey for the little guy.
 
Some day you will find yourself, and wish you hadn’t.
 
Some drink from the fountain of knowledge, but you just gargled.
 
Some people are has-beens. You’re a never-was.
 
Somebody else is doing the driving for you, huh?
 
Someday you’ll go far… and we hope that day comes soon.
 
Someday you’ll go far… if you catch the right train.
 
Someone took a photo of you once but it didn’t turn out right. You could be seen too clearly.
 
Sorry, I don’t date outside my species.
 
Take a vacation; go to Club Dead.
 
Talk is cheap, but so are you.
 
That’s a very meaty question and I’d like to give it a very meaty answer: baloney.
 
The closest you’ll ever get to a brainstorm is a slight drizzle.
 
The cream rises to the top… but then again so does the scum.
 
The going got weird and you turned pro.
 
The inbreeding is certainly obvious in your family.
 
The next time you shave, could you stand a little closer to the razor?
 
The only thing you brought to this job was your car.
 
The thing that terrifies me the most is that someone might hate me as much as I hate you.
 
The twinkle in your eyes must be the sun shining in your ears.
 
There are only three things I dislike about you: your chins.
 
There are only two things I dislike about you: your pulse and your respiration.
 
There are several people in this world that I find [*] and you’re all of them.
 
They just invented a new coffin just for you that fits over the head. It’s for people who are dead from the neck up.
 
They named a street after you. Like you it is cold, hard, cracked, and only gets plowed around the holidays.
 
They said you were a great asset, but they were off by two letters.
 
They say opposites attract. I feel sorry for all those people who aren’t [*].
 
They say that travel broadens one. You must have been around the world.
 
They say that two heads are better than one. In your case, one would have been better than none.
 
They say truth is stranger than fiction. After all, your mother gave birth to you.
 
They shot you through the [*] forest, and you hit every tree.
 
Thinking isn’t your strong suit, is it?
 
This is an excellent time for you to become a missing person.
 
This is no battle of wits between you and me. I never pick on an unarmed opponent.
 
Too bad there is no vaccine for [*].
 
We all spring from apes but you didn’t spring far enough.
 
We do not complain about your shortcomings but about your long stayings.
 
We heard that when you ran away from home your folks sent you a note saying, “Do not come home, and all will be forgiven.â€
 
We know that you would give your life for us. Promises, promises.
 
We know that you would go to the end of the world for us. The question is, would you stay there?
 
We know you could not live without us. But that’s ok… we’ll pay for the funeral.
 
We’ll get along fine as soon as you realize I’m perfect.
 
Were you the first in your family born without a tail?
 
What you lack in intelligence, you more than make up for in stupidity.
 
What’s eating you? It must be suffering horribly.
 
What’s the latest dope… besides you?
 
When I look into your eyes… I see the inside of the back of your head.
 
When people see you they clap… their hands over their eyes.
 
When they made you they broke the mold. Thank goodness.
 
When you die, I’d like to go to your funeral but I’ll probably have to go to work that day. I believe in business before pleasure.
 
When you die, you should have your brain donated to science. I hear they’re trying to come up with the perfect vacuum.
 
When you feel terrific, notify your face.
 
When you fell out of the [*] tree, you hit every branch on the way down.
 
When you were a child your mother wanted to hire someone to take care of you but the Mafia wanted too much.
 
Whom am I calling “[*]� I don’t know. What’s your name?
 
Why don’t you go to the library and brush up on your ignorance?
 
Why is it that you have such a narrow mind but such a wide mouth?
 
With a mind like yours, who needs a sewer?
 
Would you like some cheese and crackers to go with that whine?
 
Would you like to replace my business partner who died this morning? I’ll arrange it with the undertaker.
 
You could be the poster child for birth control.
 
You do the work of three men: Moe, Larry, and Curly.
 
You don’t hesitate to speak your mind. I guess you know you have nothing to lose.
 
You don’t know the meaning of the word fear, but then again you don’t know the meaning of most words.
 
You don’t know whether to scratch your watch or wind your butt.
 
You finally taught me why our kindergarten teacher told us not to eat paste.
 
You have a face only a mother could love and even she hates it.
 
You have a lot of well-wishers. They would all like to throw you down one.
 
You have a mechanical mind. Too bad you forgot to wind it up this morning.
 
You have a mind like a steel trap… that’s rusted shut.
 
You have a mouth dirtier than a wicker toilet seat.
 
You have a soft heart… and a head to match.
 
You have a speech impediment: your foot.
 
You have a striking face. Tell me, how many times were you struck there?
 
You have an inferiority complex, and it’s fully justified.
 
You have depth, but only on the surface.
 
You have diarrhea of the mouth and constipation of the ideas.
 
You have more faces than Mount Rushmore.
 
You have no trouble making ends meet. Your foot is always in your mouth.
 
You have the IQ of lint.
 
You have the right to remain silent, so please shut up.
 
You have your head so far up your butt you use your bellybutton as a peephole.
 
You keep talking, and I’ll keep hoping a fly buzzes down your throat.
 
You liked your first chin so much, you added two more.
 
You love nature? Despite what it did to you?
 
You make me believe in reincarnation. Nobody can be as [*] as you in one lifetime.
 
You meander to the beat of a different drummer.
 
You must enjoy the sound of your heart pounding in your ears, since you cram your head that far up your butt.
 
You must have a low opinion of people if you think they’re your equals.
 
You must have gotten lost in thought. It is unfamiliar territory after all.
 
You must have gotten up on the wrong side of the cage this morning.
 
You possess a mind not merely twisted, but actually sprained.
 
You remind me of the ocean — you make me sick.
 
You say that you’re always bright and early. Well OK, we know you’re early.
 
You should do some soul-searching. Maybe you’ll find one.
 
You should spend more time sharpening your wit and less time sharpening your tongue.
 
You smell the coffee, but can’t find the pot.
 
You started at the bottom and it’s been downhill ever since.
 
You used to be arrogant and obnoxious. Now you’re just the opposite. You’re obnoxious and arrogant.
 
You went to school to become a wit, only got halfway through.
 
You were the answer to a prayer. Your parents prayed that the world would be made to suffer and here you came along.
 
You will never be able to live down to your reputation.
 
You would be out of your depth in a mud puddle.
 
You’d steal the straw from your mother’s stall.
 
You’re a habit I’d like to kick… with both feet.
 
You’re a lot like train tracks: you’re been laid across the country.
 
You’re a man of the world — and you know what sad shape the world is in.
 
You’re about as useful as a windshield wiper on Niagara Falls.
 
You’re acquitting yourself in a way that no jury ever would.
 
You’re as strong as an ox and half as smart.
 
You’re dark and handsome. You’re only handsome when it’s dark.
 
You’re depriving a village somewhere of an idiot.
 
You’re down to earth but not quite far down enough. Six feet down will do it.
 
You’re got that far away look. The farther you gets, the better you look.
 
You’re just visiting this planet aren’t you?
 
You’re like one of those “idiot savants,†except without the “savant†part.
 
You’re like Taco Bell. When people see your, they run for the border.
 
You’re living proof that Man can live without a brain.
 
You’re living proof that manure can grow legs and walk.
 
You’re no longer beneath my contempt.
 
You’re nobody’s fool. Let’s see if we can get someone to adopt you.
 
You’re not [*] like all the others. You’re [*] in a completely different way.
 
You’re not [*]. You’re possessed by a [*] demon.
 
You’re not as bad as people say. You’re worse.
 
You’re not yourself today. I noticed the improvement immediately.
 
You’re one of those bad things that happen to good people.
 
You’re pretty as a picture. We’d love to hang you.
 
You’re so awkward you’d trip over the cord of a cell phone.
 
You’re so boring that you can’t even entertain a doubt.
 
You’re so conceited your eyes behold each other perfectly.
 
You’re so dense that light bends around you.
 
You’re so dishonest that I can’t even be sure that what you tell me are lies.
 
You’re so low you could milk a pregnant snake.
 
You’re the best at all you do, and all you do is make people hate you.
 
You’re the only man who, if told to screw himself, could do it.
 
You’re the reason brothers and sisters shouldn’t marry.
 
You’re the worst dressed sentient being in the known universe.
 
You’re validating my inherent mistrust of strangers.
 
You’re very smart. You have brains you never used.
 
You’ve got your head so far up your butt you can chew your food twice.
 
You’ve never been outspoken; no one has ever been able to.
 
You’ve reached rock bottom… and are starting to dig.
 
Your brain waves fall a little short of the beach.
 
Your dad must be in real estate: You’re such a vacant lot.
 
Your family tree is good but you’re the sap.
 
Your family tree looks like a broom handle, doesn’t it?
 
Your friends would follow you anywhere, but only out of morbid curiosity.
 
Your mouth is getting too big for your muzzle.
 
Your origins are so low you’d have to limbo under your family tree.
 
Your personality’s split so many ways you go alone for group therapy.
 
Your running lights are on but no one is in the cockpit.
 
Your suitcase doesn’t have a handle.
 
Your teeth are like stars: they come out at night.
 
Your verbosity is exceeded only by your stupidity.
 
Your wheel is still spinning but the hamster died.
 
Yours is a prima facie case of [*].

Re: The New Circle
 

First, I think these are all fine, some are impressive to me. My comments are just as you requested, what I'd do to fit them in my world. For the most part I won't get into points minutiae, though there would be some changes throughout just so damage and such worked well against my PCs.
 
Re Morningstar, mainly I wouldn't use the contract being ripped up as his normal method - normally, I'd believe he puts those in Hell and they're "out of scope" of the gameplay (see below re exception). Instead I'd force someone to retrieve the soul. I'd also link the Transform to a Killing Attack OR he'd have to wait for someone to voluntarily die or be killed by someone. I wouldn't do the business angle, either, I'd have his wealth and prestige linked to all the souls he "owns". Basically he'd have massive contacts and perks via those. He'd be one of those celebrities no one knows WHY they're a celebrity, they just seem to know people and be very popular.
 
The Laff is great. I don't think I'd change him really at all.
 
The Brain is also a really excellent character. I said I wouldn't get into points, but because of my PCs' massive INTs, the Brain would end up with an "absurd" 200 INT or such. I'd also do something I've never ended up doing but thought about - a Skill VPP for him, linked to Cramming. I'd also add Eidetic Memory. With him, like the Laff, I don't think I'd change the back story at all.
 
The Great Eye I would grant Clairsentience through others' eyes, possibly linked to his Mind Link. I would not limit his mind abilities to humans, I'd think as an alien he wouldn't distinguish among human forms. Without giving much away to PCs who might read this, I'd meld him into the alien "stuff" going on in the background which is liniked to one of the PCs directly and indirectly to another.
 
Chetta I have a note for you on - cats apparently do see in color, but it's blurred and not the same spectrum as us. Anyway, I would make his Mystical attack truly "Supernatural" in my game terms, which means that it would go against Supernatural Defense (INT/5 base), and I would even make it Killing (very unusual). I would add significant delays to recovering from his Drains (probably a week if not weeks). I wouldn't make it a killer really, but simply amoral with a strong hunter/prey-torture sense similar to what you have. I would change the origin story a bit, with Morningstar's familiar itself doing this, and then finding it was stuck in the human body. Morningstar, finding his beloved but oft-uncontrollable familiar more easy to monitor in this form assures the cat cannot leave the human body. The Black Tryangle does not trust Chetta, and with good reason, as Chetta wouldn't directly betray them but - being a cat - could really care less about them one way or the other. But Chetta remains a part of the group because it's one of the few (perhaps the only) being that Morningstar loves. Morningstar loves cats, in fact, I'd add, and give him a Psych Lim where he won't harm them and will even save them from being harmed in combat. But then again, I'm a cat person!
 
The Cold I might add an environmental movement/teleport through/among ice and snow. As with Chetta, the mystic version of his ice blast would be truly supernatural, but I wouldn't have it do BOD (supernatural attacks normally do not). I would link his sheet of ice to a falling attack (make DEX rolls or fall and take Linked EB damage).
 
The Corpse, I'd consider doing his Eye Removal as a Drain on Sight, long-term, or possibly even a Continuous Uncontrolled Flash for fun (I think I like that idea best). Same with Running for the legs elimination. Generally would convert a good bit of his stuff to be supernaturally-based (against SD). I would make his contract a sort of exception; I'd tinker with why Morningstar came to him, and make it so that the Corpse was/is aware of Morningstar's routine. So the Corpse insisted that he keep his own contract. Instead of having someone bribe him about it, it would become a weakness in that he'd have it stashed somewhere or on his person, a very vulnerable thing for him but something he does for control over himself.
 
It's good stuff, though, and just telling you how I'd probably tweak for my game.

Re: Musings on Random Musings
 
Skaramine and Owl, hope your moods are back on an upswing.
 
Vanguard00, good luck! Glad it's not bugging you, actually it does all sound rather interesting and exciting sort of no matter what.

Re: The Last Word
 

But it's COOL, like Phat! See, that makes it a good thing (similarly, phaqing would be good as well).
 
So be phooled! (I don't even know what I'm saying, so pay no mind...)

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Wow, this went even more wrong that I imagined!

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Wow, this went even more wrong that I imagined!

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Speaking of which, I think it's time for a few more:
 

 

 

 

 

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Nice set of pics, she's got a great expression throughout.

Re: Answers & Questions
 

Q. Okay' date=' I'll be Morrisey, Tim'll be Joey Ramone... why did you want zornwil to be the [i']Dead Kennedys[/i] guy, again? 
A. Hey, my wife's sex life is none of my business.

Re: Inconsitancies
 

Re: The cranky thread
 
Hey, at least you guys know you'll show up on Cerebro now.

Re: A Thread for Random Musings
 
The page was 185.
 
The time was September 6th -7th, 2004.
 
Lemming returns from Burning Man, after scrubbing himself three times to try to get clean.
 
Worldmaker sings the praises of air conditioning in Florida.
 
James Gillen points out that political conventions make even wrestling look realistic.
 
Thrakazog is back to work!
 
Klytus bemoans the task of catching up to the boards after a three day weekend.
 
Super Squirrel doesn't care WWYCD.
 
L. Marcus gets to Post 2000.
 
Scuba Hero sees a screw machine auction.
 
Zornwil forgets what he was going to say.
 
Enforcer84 is eating his way through the wildlife of North America on his vacation. (Sorry Mightybec, no mutton.)
 
Mark Taylor wonders where we will post our musings on random musings.
 
Doc

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Nah, nothing to add, if you know "on some level," then I think you know.
 
I know what you mean about "real to me". While it's disturbing that it was faked, I won't set aside what those personas stood for on a level that Fred can never take away.

Re: Musings on Random Musings
 

Nah, nothing to add, if you know "on some level," then I think you know.
 
I know what you mean about "real to me". While it's disturbing that it was faked, I won't set aside what those personas stood for on a level that Fred can never take away.

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...and I'm afraid that's all I have time for now. When I have more time later, I'll try to dig out a few more nice pics that don't really belong in the "catsuit" thread.

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Re: NGD Scenes from a Hat
 
"Get in here - I have some good news about all that free time you've been wanting..."

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