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I'll be updating tomorrow, everyone. I've been a busy bee.

Hey gents, I'll update tomorrow. I've been a busy bee.

God-damn supers. Always running around, thinking the world revolves around them. They're just a bunch of bastards. The boss wants them to come up, that's fine with me. I don't want to get tangled up in cape business, but it's funny how people are so drawn to him. It's like he's got a magnetic...

Medium-size update coming today. A shocking surprise is in store! ExCELSIOR!

Daran Janus leans forward, somewhat confused. "You think that's possible? I mean, I guess it could be. So why are you telling me? How are they gonna fix our fight tomorrow?" Daran will receive combat advantage for his first attack against Janus. Conversing further could compound the effect...

"No need to split up," replies Hand. "Go to the Empire State Building. Find out what was stolen. See if you can figure out how it fits. Von Doom, I'm designating you team leader for this outing. Communication is the number one priority here. We need to work together as a unit. Got it? Good. See...

Kesh, somewhat reeling from the guard's quick attack, performs a quick spin, smashing into the pick guard's shoulder. He follows it up with a swift punch to the guard's stomach before dancing away and preparing for a quick retaliation. "That ought to show 'em. Hey Zimno, why are we fighting?"...

Yuri holds one of the vases under his arm, and he leans the other against a nearby trash can. He scans the alley, only slightly suspicious of the circumstances.

I was reading through this, getting all hungry, thinking about posting where my favorite restaurant were - where to get the best BBQ and Mexican food in the Dallas area... and then I got to the picture of Burt Reynolds, and got an incredible stomachache. I literally feel like I should skip...

SG: I was finishing the typing on the other before posting it. Forgive me!! Level up! Move along to level 5, everybody! Please post your updates here in the OOC thread, then update your sheet in the RG.

With Ja'Cart's refusal to kill the slave, the crowd loses its composure completely. Their cries echo throughout the stadium, and the elf collapses to his knees - not in panic, but in shock and gratitude. The kreen's mercy has cemented his victory in the event. Dictator Andropinis looks on in...

Update posted, mateys.

Bullseye's Cell --- The assassin sighs, seemingly bored by Gambit's line of questioning. "No, Gambit, he didn't call my cell phone. The guy just walks up to the door of my apartment, leaves a note and some money in a box, and that's the last I hear from him. That's it. I never even see his...

As Jalaan and Muzdum lower their weapons, the slaves in front of them drop dead, their arms flailing convulsively, their eyes rolled up into their head, their chests heaving in the madness of oblivion. Only one slave remains, cowering at the edge of the arena in front of Ja'Cart. Ja'Cart stares...

Bullseye's Cell --- "Mandarin!" Bullseye claps in a sudden fit of delight. "It's been a while! I'm sorry I didn't cap Iron Man when you told me to. I got distracted - that was the time I killed 40 cops and civilians on the way to Stark Tower. By the time I got there, I was just...a little worn...

Asterion lunges forward, wrapping his burly arms around one of the falling crewmen, but his heavy armor slows his movement, and the sailor is pulled from his grasp.

Monks use implements, and their damage is predetermined by the ability. Since a pick is a weapon I'm not proficient with, it wouldn't count as an implement for the purposes of the attack (which wouldn't matter anyway, since it doesn't have an enhancement bonus). According to the rules, I should...

"I think an alliance would be a good thing," replies Dirtbag. "The Bat and Gordon need to be taken down. Once we've got the money from the vases, we can try to figure out a bigger plan." Yuri turns to Dmitri. "I'll go with you to the pick-up, and hopefully Witch Hunter will agree. We should try...

Wow, that's pretty cool! IC updated!

Kesh races up to Zimno. He sees a chance, finally, to lash out - to channel his fury and pain into a devastating blow against the world around him. The elf's fists glow a radiant purple, and the pointed end of the pick gleams white-hot in the burning sun. "Hey there, mate. Can I lend a hand?"...