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Ok, with the release of the hallways keys, and the price of $100 mil for the key. Now I know that the reason for this was so that the key can be used by organization instead of indiviuals, and with that line of thinking, wouldn't it make sense if the faction bank held more than just info. It could also hold items such as the key, that way the faction can share the items instead of just having it being held by one person in the faction.

Ok, first off, I love the props, and they're great for RP, but I think we can make them better. Like the props that are folders, files, CDs, Disk, business cards. Basically anything you can write on, via handwriting or computer, well you should be able to write on them! Why not let the people actually write their own message on the prop? I think that would be great and I don't think it would be too hard to impliment.

The Hypnos Agency goes live!

Today Kalt Chemicals opens up the door to The Hypnos Agency, a low level department who specializes in drug cases involving the sub-cultured red-pill population. Sean "MetaLogic" Summer has held a press conference in which he express high hopes for T.H.A. and that hope and the spirit is shared with T.H.A. Vice President Kevin "Goligoth" Hikari. T.H.A. hopes to work with authority figures in combating the redpill problem that plague MegaCity and has the full backing of Kalt Chemicals to do so. To check out The Hypnos Agency, you can view their website here.

"Ok, we got to be careful I think they hid the ship around here somewhere" stated Ebola as she carefully drives Khursun through the tunnels. It's been a week now since the war has restarted and since then Exigence numbers has gone high enough to warrant another crew. MetaLogic and Amote would head the new crew. Suddenly they heard a ping on the sonar, and then another. "We got it." said Ebola. Meta looks out into the vast darkness of the real and then he spots it. "There!" Ebola slowly drops Khursun on its landing pads and prepares it for emergency take-off.

They have found a Zion hovercraft that was hidden in the tunnel by Veil's team, they knew that one of the Cypherite factions will need it soon enough and it was time for it to fly under the Exigence banner. The hovercraft was sleek in design and had more gun turrets & mine launchers than anyone has ever seen before. It was a beautiful ship. They lowered the lift of the ship and MetaLogic, Amote, and Ebola went up. They slowly made their way to the front and Meta sat at the captains chair. He slowly runs his fingers across the controls and smiles. "She'll need a new name, and EMP shielding, but other than that I love it." "She is a perfect warship, the sleek design means she was meant for high speed, probably high enough to outrun the squiggies." observed Ebola. "She is one bad ship alright, and I think I know what we'll name her." MetaLogic looks at Amote and then Ebola, "We'll name her Viracondra, after the Cyph liaison that fought the same way that this ship will fight." The three Cypherities smile and shared a chuckle.

"Amote, go get Goldie, I'll get this ship started up and moving." "Yes sir" replied Amote. MetaLogic flips several switch above him and the ship came to life, the halls, the broadcasting area, & every other part of the ship lit up. Goldie came aboard and he brought a suprised guest with him, an old time Cypherite, Claudius. "Well, welcome aboard Claud, never thought I'd see you again." He shook Claud hand and sat back down in his chair.

"Well gentlemen, lets get out of here before Zion decide they want this ship back, and let's get some EMP shielding on her as well." Viracondra slowly rose above the ground and with the landing pads retracted, Meta gave it more power, Viracondra & Khursun went their separate ways, but still fighting for the same cause.

To be continued.

The hovercraft Viracondra sits in a cave in the real, in the short time it's been in service, MetaLogic has acquired the EMP shields for it from a scientist under the machines employment, and they have found an operator that has defected from Zion, a female named Lotus. MetaLogic has advise Lotus to keep the EMP armed at all time when the ship is stationary and to have the Emergency Jack out Program running just in case.

Meta sits in the chair and Lotus straps him in. She smiles at him and wishes him luck. Lotus retains the gentle caring nature that he has seen in most women that were originally born in the International district of MegaCity. "Don't worry Meta, both EJP and EMP are loaded and ready." Meta smiles and Lotus plugs the jack in. Lotus then sits in her chair and types in a few command into her keyboard. "Ok, I will be dropping you at Kedemonth C. I don't know why you're jacking in, from what I can see, it's pretty boring today." Meta steps out of the hardline and then looks up, the summer heat hits his face and he lets out a sigh and touch his bluetooth, "Yea it does look pretty boring, but you know that I like to be here in case something does happen." Lotus smiles and nods "Yes, this is war and like an Eagle you must be vigilance."

MetaLogic Hyper jumps to a nearby apartment building and looks around. He hears gun fire off into the distance but nothing was coming over Exigence's main channel except for the usual chatter. Just then he heard a door break and gun fire. He hears screams and muffled voices. Meta enters into the apartment building and runs down to the elevator. "Lotus, what floor?" "3" "Thanks"

Meta steps into the elevator and push the button for the third floor. He cracks his knuckles and get ready for a fight. The door open and he can hear voices telling other voices to be silent. He walks to the door leading to the apartment building and press his ear up against the door. He can hear breathing coming in from the other side. Meta steps back and kicks the door down and then jumps on it. A scream comes from under the door. Meta saw another operative holding a family hostage with a sub machine gun. He runs over and knocks her feet out from under her. She quickly jumps back onto her feet and Meta lands several blow to her stomach and face. He then lands several blow to the upper part of her head causing her to be dazed. However the operative was able to get off a few shot which rip through Meta's RSI. Meta jumps up in mid air and lands several blows to the operative body, when he lands back onto the ground she falls dead.

Meta walks over to the other operative and check his pulse. The shattered skull was a indication that he was also dead. Meta looks at the family cowarding in the corner, a mother, father and a daughter. He clears his throat. "Umm, this may all seem strange, and I know it does, but you're safe now, I will not hurt you." The father stood up and spoke. "This is nothing new to us, ever since the Truce has broken, we've come under attack from all sides." Meta looks at the father and raises one eyebrow. "You're programs?" The father nods. The mother and daughter then slowly rose up. "Ok, so why are you under attack?"
"Because of what I do, I run messages from one program to another, I am a link between the matrix's many programs. My wife, she is an interpreter. Some programs cannot communicate with each other because of the code they were written in are different, so she translate the language of the messages."
"It's strange to see three programs as a family though, I always thought that was rare."
"Oh no, programs are like humans, we form bonds, on several levels, and we form the need to depend on each other for survival. Some program even help the exiles hide from the agents and the enforcement of the machines. Programs have their own society, and own life in here."

Meta sat down and look at the family. "Of course, the Matrix was home to more than just bluepills, program lived here too, and who's to say that programs don't deserve to live?" Meta thought to himself.

"So tell me, before you were attacked, what was your business, I mean what were you doing?"
"I was going to deliver a package to a program that will ensure our safety during this time of war. Machines and Zion are not the only one worried about being destroyed."
"What's the program name?"
"Bouncer"
"Strange name but ok, look, you got a family and I know you can't afford another attack like this, why don't you let me take the package and I'll get it to Bouncer, ok?"

The father looks at his wife, and daughter. He then smiles and nods. He walks over to a desk, and pull the drawer out. He pulls out a small package and hands it to Meta. Meta examines it and puts it inside his coat pocket. Meta then turns around and start to leave the apartment. He then turn around and states "Don't worry, I'm fighting for the system, and those who live here." Meta walks back to the elevator and press "L".

"Well Lotus, looks like we got some work to do."

To be continued.

MetaLogic looks out the window of his hovercrafts as it flies across the surface of the Earth. The tactic of staying low to the ground helps them avoid being detected. Not that it matters anyways, the hovercraft had no right angles, so it was hard to detect either way. Then appearing from over the hills was a field. Meta stood there gazing at the endless field of humans being grown. "It's better to be asleep and dreaming than to be in this nightmare" he thought.

All the sudden the radar started pinging several enemy hovercrafts. "What the...." Lotus thought as she looked at it. "They're EPNs, and they're in a search formation." MetaLogic can see the hovercrafts off in the distance, and Lotus was right. They were all in a line, going in one direction. "They must be looking for our base, or a way to attack 01." Meta turns around and walks back to the broadcasting station of the hovercraft, Lotus followed close behind.

"What are you doing?"
"I have to get a message out to the rest of the Cypherites, and a broadcast in the real is too risky, they'll pick up on the signal and know where we are."

Lotus looks at him like he's mad, Meta didn't notice, he just types command into his jack computer. He looks at Lotus, "Don't worry, we'll be fine. Claud, Smiths, I want you to get the pads ready to go at full power and arm the EMP!" They both reply with "Yes sir!" "Lotus, I want you to load up the EJP and keep it running." Lotus bit her bottom lips. Meta sits into the chair and straps himself in, Lotus still being unsure plugs the jack into Meta.

The hot air hits MetaLogic face as he is greeted by a warm August day. He holds out his hand and then a disc appears in it. "There's the message that needs to be sent, every Cypherite hovercrafts will pick it up. It's encrypted but they have the key." "Got it." Meta looks around and then started running. He ran as fast as he could and then he Hyper jumped to a nearby building. He looks around, looking for a drop point. He noticed one about 400m away. He hyper jumps from building to building until he reached his target. The ground crunched beneath him as he landed near the mailbox.

He drops the disc in and let's out a sigh. He turns around and then he see's an EPN operative. "Well well well, if it isn't Mr MetaLogic himself." Meta raises an eyebrow towards the operative. "And you are?" "My name is not important. What is important is that we're finally going to end you!" All the sudden EPNs popped out of every door surrounding the drop point, Meta tried to Hyper Jumped away but before he could they piled up on him.

"NO! No no no no no!" Lotus screamed into her screen. "We got bigger problems, they detected us and are sending hovercrafts our way!" shouted Smith. Claud kicked the pads into full power and pull a 180 degrees turn away from the advancing hovercrafts. "Smith I want you to go load up the mines and man the rear guns, Lotus get him out of there!"
"I can't they are jamming his signal!"
Claud is speechless.

The hovercraft raced through the real as it tries to avoid the oncoming hovercrafts. The mine hatch open and several mines spew out from the back. It managed to hit one or two hovercrafts and take them out but three more were still coming. "We got a sewer line coming up hold on!" Claud slams the stick forward causing the hovercraft to take a nose dive into the sewer. However the move knocked out the stabilizing pads and the ship slammed into the ground.

To be continued....

"Are we at broadcast depth?"
"Yes sir."
"Good."

###Incoming Transmission...
###Establishing Link....
....
....
###Link established
###HvCFT Viraconrida // Port: 180...
###Broadcasting on all channels
###Channel Established...Begin Communication

You know, things have been going through my mind lately, they've been going on since I came back. One of the thing that keeps popping into my mind is, why am I a Cypherite, why am I part of an organization that kills redpills with an unfair advantage, and kills ruthlessly, torture captured operatives and will do anything to achieve our objectives.

Tonight, my faction leader Ebola asked me of what will I do if another horrible secret was revealed about the Cypherite organization. As most of you know early on when I came back, I was disillusioned with what happened to Cryptos, or more of what Cryptos really was. Then I've heard that reinsertion was a lie, and I became even more disillusioned.

I was approached by EPN, to come join their rank and file, and in order to do so, I would have to betray the same people that I fought alongside with, the same people who had the same ideas that I do. I couldn't betray them, because I realize that I was not mad at the Cypherite organization, I was mad at the machines. I could never betray my Cypherite brothers and sisters, and I never will.

I kicked around the idea of becoming a Merovingian operative, and for awhile I was set on becoming one, after all, after I blew up a machine outpost inside the simulation, where else could I go? I couldn't be a Merv. It's not in me to become an operative of an organization that has profit as it primary goal, and will do anything to achieve said profit.

So I rejoin the Cypherite cause, and I rejoined Exigence, and it's where I stand today. Why am I a Cypherite? I am a Cypherite because I am a person who knows that he needs to protect the bluepills, and the system. It what gets me out of my cabin in the morning, it's what puts me in the chair day in and day out. Simply put, the Cypherite organization offers the freedom to protect the bluepills in a matter that I see best. If that means getting my hands dirty, then so be it.

To my Cypherite brothers and sisters, if I have betrayed you in my time away from the organization, I am sorry, I never meant to betray you and I never meant to hurt the organization. I just had to get some things straight, for me. From this day forth, and until the end comes, you can count on me being a Cypherite operative, I will not leave this organization again, and you will be able to count on me to lend you support.

As for the Zionist and Kiddies, see you inside the simulation, and watch your jacks! *chuckles*

###Channel terminated
###Link dropped
###End Transmission

What is the best place to farm for Info? I'm not lvl 50 yet, I'm only lvl 25. So does anyone have a good place for a lvl 25 Kung Fu MA to farm for info?

How will it work? There is a way. They will tell us. Go up to some gent and tell him your need for rest. He'll know which pharmacists to call. He'll know where theres a warm bed. I know I can't wait to close my eyes and live as we were meant to live! ~Cryptos

"Mr. Summer, what is the nature of your visit?"

*ugh, no*

"I want to rest, I want to go back to sleep!"

"Follow me then."

*sharp alarming sound*

MetaLogic sat straight up in his bed and shut off his alarm clock. It was....another dream.....about the month that he has no recollection of. Ever since he's been back, the missing month has been bothering him, but he pushed it to the back of his mind as he went to his duties as a Cypherite Operative. However, they are now invading his dreams, causing him to wake up in the middle of the night. He slowly put his robe on and tied it off. He walked out onto the walk way that was in front of his apartment. He was at the Cypherite base in the real, awaiting for his ship to be ready for combat again. He was able to still jack into the simulation though, with the base's broadcasting center.

He looks across the city as the metal twinkle under the low dim lights that are always kept on. Meta walked back into his apartment and sat down at the computer. He typed in his redpill name and password. He quickly scrolled over the reports that were coming in from several sources. Suddenly a report about reinsertion came across his eyes. "Reinsertion was a lie." he though, but he looked at it anyways. It was like he was going to get far anyways, the report was coded except for the word "Reinsertion Protocol". Meta finally had enough, he had to find out what happened to him, he had to know the truth. He went down into the broadcasting center, and jacked into the simulation.

Apparently the race to extract as many bluepills from the simulation is on, with EPNs leading the pack, however my Cypherities brothers and sisters are catching up. For every bluepill you awake, we put two more back to sleep.

Tonight Arbuckle has intercepted a bluepill by the name of Anna Molley. She was found in Debir Court and was talking to Arbuckle. Everything was fine until Roukan and Dez. broke out fighting. Anna ran away from the fight scene and made it to the roof of a building. She threaten to jump but didn't as Arbuckle and a Merv showed up to calm her down. After explaining to her what was going on, she chose the blue pill and went back to sleep in her apartment at Debir Court. Good job guys.

Zion, EPN, Mervs, and yes, even Machines hear me! Hear me when I say that our purpose as Cypherites does not change! We may have lost the ability to sleep, we may not dream again! However, that doesn’t change the need for a protector! Those who still dream still need protecting! Cryptos was right, the real is raw, it is rough, We are living life like roaches underground! Why subject our friends and family, who still dreams to that? For those of you, who want to protect the blues, Hear me and heed my words! Seek out the Veil, And she will give you the sword of blue!
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A dark figure fly through the sky of MegaCity. It landed on the roof of a building and it hit the ground running. He was jumping over anything and everything that was in his path. "Lotus, I need a hardline, now!" Lotus looks over the coding of the Matrix, "Got one, turn left up here you should see it." MetaLogic turned left and soon there was a hardline right in front of him. He grabbed onto the side of the booth and picked up the receiver, "comon, Stratford campus, give me Stratford campus." Meta thought as he dialed in the number. All the sudden green code surrounded him, and in less than a second he stumbled out of the Stratford campus hardline. He looks around, studying everything closely. "Nothing is showing up on scan Meta." Meta nods and then walks into the building. He walks down the hall to a door. He opened up the door and stepped into the White Hallways. It was an endless row of doors, and every door looked the same. He slowly walked down the hall, and then he turned right. Finally he came at a door. He knew it was this door, he didn't know why, but it was this door. He opened it up and stepped into the machine construct. He looked at Ebola and then the rest of "The Oneiroi". "About damned time you got here." Ebola exclaimed. Meta rolled his eyes behind his dark shades. "Ahh keep your panties on Ebola, I got the data."

Does anyone know any website that shows the lvl of the boss that drops Access Node Cards?

Does anyone know where Peg's Diner is at?

Sometimes your absence affect the last person you'd thought it'd affect. ~ML

Dear Diary,

Today I got a message from a former friend of mine, a person I'd thought was lost forever, even dead. He just disappeared one day, out of his Archivist office, Downtown. I've been getting e-mails from him for awhile, I don't think he addresses them to me though. His e-mails are broken up, I'm not getting the entire message. However, the last fews sounds desperate. He talks about being in a ship called the Viraconrida, and apparently the ship's battery is low on power. After receiving this e-mail, I started to get my hopes up about his status. However, I knew I had to help him. I knew he needed help. I don't know what compelled me, but I went out to search for him among the Red Pill Subculture. I met a man in a white fedora and gray jacket. He agreed to help but warned me that some people may not like what I was doing. He put me in contact with a group called the Cypherites, apparently a secret society. One of the Cypherites agreed to back-trace the e-mails and pinned his territory near a "New Zion". The man in White Fedora explained that he's behind enemy territory. They sent a message out to him, I hope it reaches him in time, and I hope he makes it out ok, I won't be able to sleep tonight, but what else is new? Well see you next time Diary.

Luv, Di

Meta stood in front of a run down apartment building. Police cars were outside as well as FBI. He remove his mask and opened up his coat pocket to pick out an FBI tag to put on his coat. He went inside and was stopped by Police. "Let me see your badge sir." Meta shows him the badge, "Level Six, room Six Six Seven sir." Meta nods and makes his way to the Elevator. After the Elevator made it to the sixth floor, he walked down the hall. There he noticed an apartment with police tape on the front door. He took out one of his knife from a sheath attached to his belt and cut through the tape. A FBI officer stopped him. "Excuse me sir, who the Hell are you?" Meta narrowed his eyes at him. "I am Mr. Summer, FBI of MegaCity, I was called here because I've heard that these people may have died under unusual circumstances. Now you can either show me the *CENSORED* body or I'll take this same knife and jab it into your jugular!" The agent gulp, "Right this way." Meta loved scaring the crap out of these people.

They walked into a room in the back of the apartment. There, four body lay dead. All of them were wearing robes and cloaks. "Dammit, bluepills," Meta thought. He kneels down at one of the body and notice the Pentacle around her neck. "A bunch of crazy kids trying to be witch, they probably poisoned themselves." "They're not crazy, they are Wiccans, and I doubt their drink was poisonous," Meta picks up the Chalice and sniff it, and he took a sip, "See, it's just salt water. Wiccans believe that Salt, or Salt Water purifies their ritual space and protects them from negative forces." The agent rolled his eyes. Meta looks up at him. "Do we have an ID on the bodies?" "Yes sir, they are Anna Long, Michelle Thompson, Adam Smith, and Amelia Stonnell." Meta wrote down the name in his notepad and nods at the Officer. "So no physical wounds?" "No sir, it just seems like they dropped dead." Meta was afraid of this, he was afraid that they did something that exposed themselves to the truth of the simulation.

"Yea well, I will keep in touch with you." Meta then walked out of the apartment. The officer stood there, "But we didn't exchange information!" he thought.

Ok, my original plan for my custom computer was to install a EVGA GeForce 8800GTS 320MB Superclocked PCI Express x16 video card, but apparently the 8800s series of the GeForce cards causes indoor lag (which makes me very sad. SMILEY

), so I now have to find out a suitable replacement for this card. What card can deliver good performance and have no problem with MxO?

"I'll see you tonight dear...."
"Who the Hell are you and what do you want?"
"I don't know what you're pushing but I won't take any *CENSORED* red pill!"

Meta woke up in a sweat. He looks around his room aboard the hovercraft, panting. He put his feet on the floor and rest his head in his hand. He's been having nightmares again, they've been on and off. He kept dreaming about that day, about the day he was forced to know the truth. He looks up at the clock it was 3:00 AM EST. He always did time by EST. He got up and put a long heavy robe on. He went to the kitchen and put a pot of coffee on. He then went over to the broadcasting deck and sat in the Operator's chair. He typed in a few command and pulled up the Matrix stream. Everything seems to be normal, except for a few glitches here and there. He seen them before, ever since The Intruder started showing up. After awhile, the pot began to whistle and Meta made his way back to the kitchen. He sat down with a warm cup of coffee. All of the sudden, Joan walks into the kitchen. She was a tall slender woman who had hair cut at her shoulders. Her lips were full and she has several piercing and tattoos. She sported the "Goth" look inside and out of the Matrix. However, she preferred to spend more time on her Operator's chair than jacked in.

Joan was Di's friend who was awaken in the wake of The Intruder's accelerated program's rampage on the system. Meta found her in the sewers and rehabilitated her. She didn't want to be awakend, she, like Meta was happy in her slumber. However, like Meta she has come to the sad realization that there is no escape, no rest, and the fight must go on. Joan looks at Meta and puts her hand on his. "Let me guess, Nightmares again?" Meta nods. All of the sudden, Joan's headphone started rining. She went to the Operator's console and picked it up. "Operator"

"Yes, I need the man who calls himself the Protector of the bluepills." After this was spoken, the line went dead. Joan sat down and started tracing the call. Meta walks up to her side. "Who was it?"
"I don't know, someone requesting your service apparenty."
"Hmm, where did the call originated from?"
"The best I can get you is, Gracy Heights"
"Well let's get to work then."

Meta sat his coffee down on the table next to Joan and sat down in his chair. He pulled the jack in console towards him and typed in his Captain's name and password. He then laid his head back and the jack jabbed into the back of his head.

It was once again, time to go to work.

((Ok, I put Semi-Open, because you can join, however please let me know first since I've already got like two people who'll be doing this with me (hopefully), so if you want in on the fun, then drop me a line in game, on the forum, or on XFire: metalogic))

Thor’s Hammer hung from Meta’s neck; its silver pentacle shone in the center. The team channel was alive with chatter; constant talking of excitement between the teams; MetaLogic and Ebola both leading. He patted his coat to ensure his guns were there, he would need them. The Suburban made a sharp screeching halt into an alley, closely followed by another; sounds of protest noisily being made from both. The doors swung open simultaneously as leathered men and women strode from each SUV, holding deadly weapons.

“This is a proxy of those *CENSORED* kids. All of the messages we caught going in and out of the simulation were from this area. It’s also one of their extraction points, so it’s pretty *CENSORED* important.” MetaLogic ripped out his sub-machine guns and held them firm against his shoulder as he finished his sentence. He extended one arm to the back of him and looked in Ebola’s direction.

“You take the back way, and we’ll hit the front. Got it?” She quietly nodded and took her team towards the direction indicated. Team MetaLogic made their way through the building with haste, not wasting a moment. Breath was heavy and sweat glistened when they finally made it to the top; awaiting the rest. When it was time, he nodded towards all and took his heavy foot to the door; splintering it off the hinges.

”Play time is over children!” The Cypherites fired en masse upon the coated and leather figures occupying the small floor, spraying bullet casings and blood onto the floor equally. Body after body dropped, painfully. Knives whisked through the air and slid into bodies. A massacre; how beautiful. MetaLogic casually strode through the corpses and gunfire, dropping his F-13SKs in the process. In one quick fluid motion he tore out his pistols and slammed through a wooden door, startling the already frightened enemies and blue ill. He fired anyway.

Wind and soft rain pattered their uniform, unbeknownst to them. Not even a thought about it brushed across their collective mind. Agents were like that.

“The Cypherites are attempting to take over a terrorist outpost.”

“Yes; one of them is Mr. Summer.”

”We have recently lost track of his programming, however it shall be online once again soon.”

“How long?”

”Approximately five minutes. It will be corrected and we will be notified.”

((Thanks to Roukan for the edit))

Why can't NPC that has to follow us to a destination use the HL like we do?

Meta sat at Tabor North, the gray sky was gliding above, it was another overcast day inside Mega City. He looks around, garbage were scattered all over the place. He saw a few bluepills walking around, talking, or reading. It was lunch time so many of them were on their lunch break. It was rare for Meta to not have his mask on, but he took it off for a special reason. He look pass the fence to see the coastline of Richland, the water from the river was gently splashing up against the wall,...Green River Flows..Then to Meta's right a woman appeared. She was five feet nothing, had long dark brown hair flowing from her face down to her back. Her cheek were sunken in a bit, and her brown eyes were wide. A big coat is wrapped around her small, skinny frame and she had on bell bottoms jeans. She sat down next to Meta and gave a small smile. Meta smiles back.

"So, how are you Jess?"
"I'm fine, how are you Sean?"
"Fine, I'm sorry I haven't been around lately, Kalt is making me work overtime."
"It's ok, I understand. How have you been doing though?"
"I've been doing fine, been keeping myself busy, why do you ask?"
"Well it has been a year since you lost your wife, and lost track of your son."
*Sigh* "Yes, I know, you didn't have to remind me."
"Sorry."

Meta reached into his coat and produced two sandwiches. One of them was a ham sandwich with mustard and Mayonnaise. Another one was a Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwich, both of them were wrapped in plastic. Meta handed the ham sandwich to Jess.

"How have you been doing Jess?"
"I've been doing fine, I'm working for Metacortex as an Invoice officer, it's dull but it pays the bills. I'm living with my dogs in my studio apartment in International, so I guess I can't complain."
"Yea, Kalt has been good to me, most of the hours are graveyard shift, but it's still good."
"I miss you Sean, I wish we could spend more time together."

Jess places her soft, small hand on Meta's glove.

"I know...I'll talk to my Supervisor and see what I can do."

Meta looks at Jess and into her eyes, and they both smile at each other. Jess always had a nice smile, never really shows any teeth, but you can tell the smile was sincere.

"Well I better get back, call me tonight ok?"
"Ok"

Jess got up and kisses Meta on the cheek and started to walk away.

"Dammit..." Meta's thought. "Why the Hell was that redpill forced down my throat...."

Meta waited until Jess was out of sight and then he approached the Hardline. He dialed in the code for Historic District North. Green code enclosed upon him and all the sudden he was rushing through a tunnel of green codes. As soon as the trip began it ended with his approach at Historic District North. The Green code became green mist and in a second dispersed. Meta started to walk towards the Archives, where he worked as a Bluepill. All of the sudden hairs on the back of his neck stood up. He listened closely and he could hear fire. Meta reached into his coat and pulled out his Submachine guns and swirled around. There was two Smith's approaching him. "Dammit, these machines need to get rid of this thing! Maybe I can introduce them to Norton's Anti-Virus." Meta said growly under his breath.

Meta lets out a burst of gunfire on the Smiths and several shot hit the viruses. All of the sudden screams erupted from the bluepills. They all dispersed from the park. Meta lined up his shot to one of the Smiths and pulled on the trigger. The gun roared as bullets left in a rapid fashioned. The virus stumbled back and slip on the ground. Meta then aimed at the other virus and let the gun roar with the same rapid succession of bullets. The second Smith Virus also slip. Meta ran up to them, exchange his two sub machine guns for two handguns. He, kneel down, put the barrel to the forehead of both Smith's Virus and pulled. He got back up and as soon as he look back down to the two defeated Smith viruses, they rapidly deteriorated into green code and vanished.

Meta tucks his handguns and submachine guns back into his coat. "Well, that was fun" he said to Joan over the bluetooth. "I bet, I'm not seeing anymore though, so why are you going to the Archives again?" "Research." Joan nodded at the computer screen in front of her and Meta started to make his way again to the Archives.

Ok I tried posting in General, an idea I had for the Cinematics, but every time I go to push Submit, it keeps on saying Duplicate Post or something like that. Anyone else get this?

It has been awhile since the Smith Virus has infected the simulation. Meta’s friend Jess was still inside the mental institution. She has been written off as Schizophrenic, but Meta knew that the Smith virus has infected her mind. Meta has spent the last few days within the bluepill’s Archives, trying to find anything that may help his friend. However, he has not been able to find anything of substance. However, his luck is about to change.

    Meta looks up at the sky, it's cloudy again, with a green tint. He looks around, seeing nothing but Warehouses. He pulls the sleeve back on his coat and looks at the watch. It's 1200 hours MegaCity time. ‘The informant is late’, groans Meta. He lets out a soft sigh under his mask and looks down to the ground. The ground was asphalt, littered with a few trash of papers, and cigarette butts. Just then, a black car screeches around a corner. The tires, spinning, as the driver almost loses control as the car fish tails after taking the turn. The car flies past him, and something flies out of it. Meta couldn’t see who it was, all the windows were tinted, but a box lands at his feet. He looks down at the box, it's a red cardboard box, with a black string around it. He kneels down to pick it up. He inspects it closer, looking at it carefully. He pulls on the string and it comes off. He slowly opens up the box and inside was a piece of rolled up paper. Meta pulls the paper out and discards the box back to the ground, and read what was on the paper.

In order to cleanse the mind, one must look for unlikely sources, knowledge is a powerful thing, which is why Slave Masters of old kept it from their slaves. Seek the knowledge, but be warned, the Master is powerful and has many tentacles that can reach you in here, and in the real.

    Meta tucks the note into his coat pocket and taps his Bluetooth. “Joan, we got our first real clue, apparently the Merovingian has the answer to cleanse Jess’s mind, but the note says it’s not going to be easy. I’m going to run a check on all the exiles under his employment, and those that may be in Blackwood.”
“What do you want me to do?”
“I’m going to upload the note through a Satellite Dish, I want you to analyze the code structure and see if you can find out who our informant is.”
“Yes sir.”

    Meta hangs up his Bluetooth, and walks towards the nearest Hardline. ‘These Hardlines never seem to get dirty’, he thought. He picks up the phone and dials in Sai Kung C Hardline. Within seconds he appears out of a smoke of green codes and is at Sai Kung. He looks up at the apartment building across from him. He looks left and right for bluepills, when none are to be seen, he hyper jumps to the apartment building. He lands right next to the dish, the ground shake as he lands, He sits down at the laptop next to the dish and typed in his hovercraft signal. After he has it locked, he uploads the note. The hunt for the cure, was on.

I don't think my vest is susspose to do this, so how do I fix it? I have a ATI Video Card, forgot which one.

Beside the vest, this is a perfect picture of me with Agent Pace.

Ok, so I'm lvl 47, and I am tired of doing missions, so I've decided to go farm 01 soldiers parts to get me to lvl 50. What I want to know is how much XP will Binary Boy give me for a box of 20 soldiers parts?

Ok, so I have two questions that I would like to be answered.

1. What is the best way for a lvl 50 to get info? I've heard doing the PB3 GPS mission over and over is a good way to do it. What are some of the other ways?

2. I am RPing that Meta has a machine program inside of him that he plans to keep because he can control it. I was just wondering what I can do to change the color of my eyes to something like gold or yellow. It's a male RSI. What I mean is what RSI pills do I need?

I need a sig made for me for this forum and the forum of my fraction. I have a picture of my RSI which is right here, and the sign of my fraction. Any and all help are appericated.

Message Edited by ConfederateXP on 03-15-200611:26 PM

Outpost Segur Combat Construct

The sound of SMG rings through the air, bodies of Machinist and Agents fell to the ground. The SMGs is tucked away, a sword is pulled out. Hasten foot steps pounds the ground, yelling, screaming and the blade cuts through the body of more Machinist. The sword is brought down, the figure, heavily breathing. A voice comes over the ear piece, "You can't keep doing this....what good is it going to do you if you spend all your time in here, killing Simuclaras?" The figure lets out a hiss, "It lets out fustration, that what it does, it lets out anger, it releases the gate of Hell, and by the way, this is a private party." The figure turns off the ear piece, and looks up. He reloads his guns one by one, wipes the blood off the sword and puts it back in it's sheath. He looks up to the sky, "Restart!"

However, before the simulation could restart, the world goes black, and he comes to Outpost Segur. Sieges was standing to one side of Meta, Noxton on the other side. "Meta....you can't keep doing this, day after day....killing fake machinist and fake agents isn't going to erase what happened," Sieges told him as she rest a hand on his shoulder. Meta pushes the hand off of her, he gets up from the chair and storms out of the communication central building. He walks down a path, which was empty, "Thank Woden," Meta though, "No one there to 'reach out' to me." Meta turns down another path and soon reaches his house.

Meta walks down the path to his house. he punches in his passcode into the keypad and walks in. The house was a decent size, it has a living room, dining room, full bath, kitchen, one master bedroom, an "office room", and a walk in decent size walk in closet. Meta lays down on the couch and closes his eyes. It has been weeks since the death of his long time friend and love interest was killed by his hands. Well it wasn't really him, the machine program that resided in him has taken over, and gained access to a construct Meta and Monica shared. He doesn't have complete memory of what happened, but he was sure he didn't want to know.

Naamaah knocks on Meta's door, "Meta...." Meta groans, "God, can't people leave me alone?" Naamaah smiles, "No, we care about you too much."

"Yea, well, I just need to be alone right now. I don't want to talk to anyone, because there's nothing to talk about."

"I...We just want to let you know that it wasn't your fault....."

"It is...the program is inside of me, I am it's host, thereforth I am responsible for it's action."

"Yes, but it wasn't you that did it, it was the program....it's like right now, you have Dissociative Identity Disorder, your human side can't control what your program side does. Do you think Tranque can control what his many personality do?"

She pauses, and then after no responses, walks away, Meta lays there in the dark, thinking.....

((This is Meta's end story))

The Pentacle represent Spirit, Water, Fire, Earth and Air. It is one of Wiccans most sacred symbols.

Meta always hated clubs, but he did need to get out and enjoy himself once in awhile. Which is why he is sitting at a bench at Club Parallaxis sipping on a bottle of Blue Moon. He watch Goth and punk men and women dance to Marylin Manson. The bright lights were moving across the dance floors and walls, and everyone was sweating and dancing to the beat. A few even threw glow sticks around, it was like a rave but without the drugs.

The bench was made of metal, and had a thin cushion on the bottom of it, Meta found it somewhat uncomfortable, but he did not mind. A tall shapely woman approach him. Her hair had streaks of blue in it, her eyes were half open, with deep blue pupils. Her skin pale, and not from cosmetics. She sports a spiked choker, black lipstick, a gray T-shirt and dark green baggy pants with lots of pockets and chains. Finally, a pentacle hangs from her neck by the way of a small chain. She sits down next to Meta and smiles at him. Meta glances over and smirks back.

“Hey, I've never seen you here before.” she speaks.
“First time here, thought I'd check out the action.” He replies.
“Cool, my name is Amy, what's yours?”
“Sean”
“Whats on the end of your necklace?”

Meta looks over at her and pulls out his Pentacle. Her smiles widen and so does his. “Do you want to go somewhere more private? You seem to be more of quiet type around large groups.”

Meta nods, they both get up, she grabs his hand and lead him up the stairs across the walkway to where the private rooms where. The hallways leading to the private rooms were dark, littered with cups, tissues, foods, and the walls are littered with decades of posters being put up and ripped down. She approach a door at the far end, pulls out a key and unlocks it.

They both enter into the room, to the right was a three person couch, with a faded worn look to it, and throw pillows on both end. To one side of the couch was an end table, with cans on top of it, and a revolver. On the far side of the room was a similar couch, with potted plants on both ends. To the left was a lamp, with a faded cover. Following that lamp was a larger couch, large enough for four people to sit on. However it too look worn and has faded color. On the opposite end of that couch was a flat screen TV. On the ceiling was a fan, with a light on it. The fan lazily whirs away.
Amy chuckles “Wow..what a dump.”
Meta chuckles along with her, “Yea, you'd think this club could at least hire one maid.” She laughs and smoothly walks over and sit on the larger couch. Meta sits beside her.

Amy and Meta talked for a half an hour about various topics, and then their eyes meet. Her blue eyes locked in on his brown eyes. All the sudden, she leans in and kisses him deeply. Meta gasp, fights a little but soon gives in. She deepens the kiss and Meta closes his eyes. The kiss was warm, inviting, his mind was being filled with ecstasy. Amy picks up one leg and swings it around Meta. She put her hands on his shoulder, pushing him back into the couch, she straddles his lap, pushing her tongue into his mouth. Their tongue dance and swirl with one another. Meta wraps his arms around Amy, and pulls her against him. She gasps and then press her body against his.

She pulls away, gasping for air, her eyes narrow and she pushes Meta down on the couch, she bites her lower lips, as she rips his shirt open, she bends down and start kissing, and sucking on his neck. Meta reach up and pull her T-shirt off, and then he fumblingly pulls her bra off, Amy smiles and winks at him.

Gormanz was watching the code stream, when he started smiling and chuckling. He called Sieges down to Communication Central and she quickly arrived. Gormanz looks back at her and smiles, “I think our boy Meta just got lucky.” Sieges laughs, but then she locks into the code stream, “Wait..isn't she..”
“Yea yea, but let the guy have his fun, God knows redpill women have combination to their bedroom.” Sieges laughs again and gives a playful smack Gormanz on the backside of his head and walks back out.

The night was filled with passion, romance, and ecstasy for both Amy and Meta. Meta woke up, feeling refreshed, and full of energy, he was still in the same private room, but Amy was no where to be found. However, beside him was an envelope with a black kiss sealing it. He opens the envelope and reads it.

Sean,

Last night was amazing, it's been a long time since I've connected to someone like I've connected to you. I'm sorry I wasn't here when you wake up, I have to open my store, 'The Fools Mansion”. I'd like for you to drop by sometimes, I really would like to get to know you some more.

Love,
Amy.

How do I change my password on my SOE account?

How do you throw snowballs or have a snowball fight? What do I need to get and how do I get it?

I don't know if this was posted, but I thought it was funny.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vLD7WRnJP_U&search=Leory

Ok, so this has been suggested before, that HLs should be put indoors (because think of how strange it would look to the bluepills to see someone just pop out of a phone booth) but I would like to expand on that idea.

1. All HLs that are near a Subway station, keep it a phone booth, but move it into the subway station.

2. HLs that are not near a subway station, make a mission area a permanent part of the building, and put a phone in there.

3. Now all of the HLs that you have marked on your map will be gone, however there will be something else.

4. Have a button that is a permanent fixture on your hotbar (or near the hotbar) that basically look like a telephone. You click on the button and a mission starts where your operator guides you to where the nearest HL is by those little markers that tells you where the next mission area is. The elevator button will also be highlighted to show you which floor, and you go into the mission area, find the phone and jack out.

5. Now to jack in, you simply pull up the Atlas in the loading area, pick out the area that you want to go to and your operator will get you the nearest HL to that area.

Yes I know this will never happen, but I can still dream can't I?

Ok, I have a request that two things be fixed.

1. Stop mission NPC from leaving the mission area and going to 0,0,0 or wherever they go to, it's getting annoying! Especially when you have to kill all of them and one of them decide to go for a stroll!

2. Can we find a way to fix the bug that when you click on a special move, and the move doesn't go through, the animation still happens. Can we please find a way to put a stop to this?

Now for my ideas.

1. We have White, Red, Blue (although it's really green), & Black bandana, how about the gray bandanas that the Cypherite NPC wears?

2. Necklaces! I'm suprised we haven't seen this, espically since Cryptos used to wear a necklace before Seraph attack. I would love to be able to wear a blue pill around my neck like Cryptos does, so can we see necklaces? Also they could have buffs added to them.

Ok, so one of the major problems with faction housing is this.

Procurator wrote:
Buying furniture for faction housing would undoubtedly require a complete change of the game code. At the moment changing any fixture within the environment (buildings, vendors, furniture etc) requires the entire district to be recompiled. And having dynamic furniture (say, like luggables) which can be dropped would create a whole host of other problems, not least the fact that their positions would be lost during a server reset.

I think I found a way around this. Already there are places, rooms, office buildings inside the game that already has room, furniture etc. They all survive the server update because they are part of the permanent environment. All we need to do is take an existing neighborhood in each district, and have all the mission area in the buildings in that neighborhood become part of the permanent environment. A faction could buy out an entire floor, or at least part of a floor in the building! It all depends on how much info you pay. So here is how I see it happening.

1. A faction house in Westview would be $10 mil info to $30 mil info
2. A faction house in Richland would be $30 mil info to $60 mil info
3. A faction house in International would be $60 mil info to $90 mil info
4. A faction house in Downtown would be $90 mil info to $100 mil info.

Now each faction house, depending on whether or not you buy out an entire floor or just part of the floor would contain the following.

An entire floor:

A lounge, meeting area, data storage area (which would basically be a room with servers and an access computer, factions can store their stuff on the servers through the access computer.) As well as a private hardline for the faction. If you buy out an entire floor, that means that the floor your faction house is on is restricted to anyone not in your faction. The floor can be access if you have the key to that floor, or if someone who's already in the house lets you in.

Part of a floor:

Meeting area, data storage area (but with less storage space), & no floor restriction. However your office space can only be access with a key that is given to your faction leader and can be decompiled and made copies of. You can also get in if someone who's already in the house lets you in.or if someone who's already in the house lets you in.

Both plans will have their own chat channel call /FHC (Faction House Chat) which will be secured.

Now as for which neighborhood to do this in, here's the neighborhood I think we should go with.

Westview: Manssen Park or Gracy Heights.
Richland: Kedemonth or Tabor Park
International: Uneo
Downtown: Really there's no wrong place to do this lol.

So what do you guys think?

Do we have a trial period for this game, like 14 days, or do we just have the buddy keys and that's it? If we don't have something like 14 day trial then maybe it's time we do? It could draw in more players.

Ok, I can't be the only Cyph, nor the only EPN who is tired of getting their critical or regular mission from Agent Gray or Tyndall, I mean comon I am a Cyph, I want to get my mission from Veil or Cryptos, and I'm sure that EPNs would want to get their missions from The Kid or Shimada. Especially when either one does something awesome, like in the 8.2.5 missions, we learn that Veil crashed a hovercraft into Zion's gate. How awesome would it be to actually get a call from Veil needing your help to set that up? Or like the EPNs get a call from The Kid or Shimada and they need help in finding out what the machines are up to, or that Ms. Wright need help etc.

Now the only way we are able to get the Cyphs and EPN be full fledge organizations is we contact someone in SoE higher ups and demand that they give MxO at least another Dev, maybe two. I mean we're paying $15 a month to play this game, and we should get our money's worth. If you want to see what a properly funded and supported game looks like, go to Everquest II website. If we want something done, then we have to do it, it's our job as consumers.

Who's with me?

Is anyone else having forum not loading up at all, or partially load up, or anything? Because I'm getting that alot on DN1.

I went out to supper with my family tonight, and my brother and his wife are having their first child! She is 2 months along, I'm going to be an uncle!