It shouldn't be on a timer, shouldn't run out, shouldn't cost is and should grant the user admin invisibility.

On a side note i haven't checked, but im fairly certain you can't tap data nodes while in ms.

~Darminian

Darminian sat at his monitor, he was more than impressed at the quality of the manifesto. Smirking he sat in the darkness and thought to himself: 

Opposistion to the Opression.

It would seem we terrorists are better organised and reasonable than the masses thought, go figure.

The words echoed in his mind:

"Any judgement of a persons worth is a mistake. They will always surpirse you."

Darminian

The day started like the others of this week, the usual strange yet beautifl sky stretching overhead as we looked across the would-be battle field. A crisp morning and a pink sky, the sailors rhyme came to ones mind:

"Pink sky at night, sailors delight. Pink sky at morning, sailors take warning."

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We of the faction Pluribus Neo met within the small shop as phrack told you, discussed our battle plan and readied our supplies. The people were solid and stead-fast as they calmly loaded their guns and readied their equipment, blood would be filling the streets and it wouldn't be theirs.                                                       

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Although having multiple zones of defense moving across mega city, we too found a strong tactical posistion at bathory row.                                                                                                                              

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Getting to the scene, chaos consumed us, the sleepwalkers trying so desperately to keep us from taking out thier precious lights.                                                                                                                               

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Thier lights although suspected were confirmed to be the source of the energy drain to the matrix and their tools for converting the redpills back to bluepills.                                                                                        

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Security became an issue as they continued to turn the lights back on as redpills shut them down. It became a necessity to take them out like we did with the lights.                                                                

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With continued efforts they began to get taken out.                                                                                      

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I had an interesting conflict with Ms. Tucker aswell, though i foolishly tried to take her out on my own, it was amusing. I shouted her name before engaging her in combat.                                                                   

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Shortly afterwards she screamed my name as is the usual case with most woman, imediately i took it upon myself to try and seduce her..... with little to no avail.

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All in all, the day ended for all of us well, and the redpills were greated by their higher ups and congratulated.

((tried to get direct pictured my html skill was fleeting so eat some links.... and enjoy them, they are good for you.))

((Also, every time i've tried to fix the way this post looks it's gotten worse so im done.))

Darminian

Message Edited by Darminian on 04-04-200605:27 PM

Message Edited by Darminian on 04-04-200605:28 PM

Message Edited by Darminian on 12-06-2005 06:16 AM

/ooc

Very well written, overall the quality of the writing is apparent, and it will be impressive to see Returns standpoint, as the person, not the figurehead if you will on the events within the matrix.

It's also nice to see what the full experience has been for some, lord knows i wanted to show here early but didn't make it until after Morpheus "death".

Keep it up return, im looking forward to the rest.

Darminian

/ooc

Kind of hard to establish a public cannon for everyone to use when it seems only the four of you are involved in this discussion, and not only that its part of a server thread not general thread.

My advice would be move it to general since everyones feedback would probably benefit this discussion. As far as im concerned what happens on the machinists side of outposts and survival is almost completely up to the author and so long as it's not rediculously unethical and illogical.

Secondly i think  everyone graps the differences between programs and exiles, but we need to evalutae thier application and use. I think i would agree with the use of exiles or programs in hardshells in the real and thats how you would get your individual AI's able to monitor and teach, but things like agents and sentinels would all be relatively connected same thought programs. An example of such would be how sentinels all move on patrols indiviudally and react the same way to encounters. Also in the same way when dealing with hovercrafts their methods don't really change and their thoughts don't influence the situation until the higher ups do something to affect them all.

An example of that would be, how even with the advancement of bombs or sentinel bombs, they all still use them, its an upgrade of all sentinels not something they leanred and created themselves. The key to understnading the differences between programs used and active, is the application of them in the real and in the matrix, in relation to the people they interact with.  

Darminian

((good god return thats good stuff, it really makes me regret missing the beggining events of the game. And you have amazing writing talent. I was worried it would be too much to take in but its done well and spaced out enough to hold my interest. Im thouroughly impressed and intrigued, hell im almost hooked.))

Darminian

Well as i've also said numerous times, i'd understand if they wanted to limit the effects of event items, but to break them is really stupid, we participated we should get to keep them as a sign of our participation.

Darminian

The chat was strange, as usual Void had his advanced idea as to what things were going on, and Darminian was content with the simplicities of life. They sat and talked, an interesting relationship between these two, Void had tried to kill Darminian over a deal in the past, but no harsh feelings were held. In fact as much as the two had differences (large differences) Darminian also though there was a certain connection or amount of similarity that they shared. This was probably the reason for Darminian’s respect for him.

Contemplation of the monument and even the rain itself occurred as the two sat atop the monument chatting. Void brought some well thought out, deeply informed observations about their connection and shared identity with the rain, and Darminian merely enjoyed the simple beauty.

The two were odd, by most standards even odd in this place, but it was an interesting conversation to say the least. Leaving the monument Darminian left to jack out, it would still be several hours before he could “take care” of Mathias.

Back to the cold dead real, back to the deeper contemplations of life and its meaning, and back to another sleepless night aboard his metal behemoth. He had a crew now, people he was supposed to trust, hell he did even trust them. It scared him, to trust again, he didn’t like the idea that these people could kill him while he was undefended, he didn’t like the idea of a ship where everything that happens might not be in his control, he wasn’t a control freak, just a pessimist.

He sat down at the junction of computers and began typing as usual. Several hours elapsed and Darminian found himself lying in his room. As he gave into the tranquil slumber he found himself shortly afterwards awakened by an alarm. Sentinels were closing in on his ships position and quickly. Evasive action as usual, Darminian flying the ship, his first mate Det0nat0r on guns and there new one, Vorymos backup gunner as well. They kept the sentinels off, good shots; they knew what they were doing. Things like this made it harder and easier to trust them.

After safely positioning themselves and a well times EMP, the sentinels were clear and Darminian checked the MegaCity time. It was time to go see Mathias, the cold steel penetrated his skull as the code flowed over him like a cold shower. The walls of moving green stirred and slowly stopped to become the faulty world so many thought they knew.

The Ol Miller Projects, was a run down building in stamos. Mathias must have been calling meetings here since it was out of the way of most of the families in Westview. Darminian moved towards the door and listened, on the other side a faint moaning could be heard. Kicking the door open, he found himself staring at the Blooddrinker Mathias whose mouth was covered in blood as he was leaning over the body of a blue pill.

“Mathias I take it?” The exile snapped blood flying from his mouth “Who wants to know?” “That would be a yes then.” Replied Darminian. “Seems to me, I have to ways of killing you.” He paused. “I could either tell the families of this two-bit operation you’re trying to run, or I could just off you myself.” The devilish smile returned to his lips as he sized up Mathias. A larger blood drinker than usual, but nothing Darminian couldn’t handle.

“There’s always a third option.” The Drinker grinned with his blood soaked smile. “You could be the main course after this appetizer.” Darminian looked upon the blue pill, it was a young girl who lay dieing in a pool of her own blood. The color of her soft skin was fading to the pale of the exiles as he grinned over her. A deep sadness inside of Darminian was followed by a great anger as he drew his revolver, the exile whipped a flash bomb against the wall and took off towards the elevator. The white faded and Darminian’s vision returned, he leaned over the girl and fired. The right thing to do, only felt wrong some times.

He jumped into the elevator and went to the lower floor, when the doors opened he was met with a spray of machine gun fire, ducking behind the elevator wall Darminian realized he had to hurry. If he didn’t catch up to the exile he would hit the HL at the end of the place and get away. Loading up his needler, Darminian dove out from the elevator and sprayed at the exile’s location, he ran as Darminian got to his feet.

Darminian pursued him through to the lowest floor, as the exile once again took off down the hall. As Darminian turned down the hall he came to a fork. He could hear the exile running to his left, but before he moved he pulled the map into his HUD and chuckled to himself as he moved through the left doors.

Mathias tore out from the double doors and could see the Hardline in front of him, he ran to it and picked up the phone and held it to his ear. He waited to see the code change, the setting change, the world tear from him, but nothing happened. He looked to the phone and could see that the cord had been cut. As the realization of what happened hit him, the familiar cocking noise came from the gun now pointed at the back of his head. “When you mess with things that are beyond you, they come to bite you in the *CENSORED*.” Darminian said as he chuckled. That was the last thing the exile heard before his brains were splattered on the wall.

After a long and boring walk Darminian emerged from the double doors of the Ol Miller Projects he began to walk towards the HL. The phone was ringing as he moved towards it, as he reached for it he heard a moaning coming from the doors of where he had just been. Drawing his gun he moved back to the doors he kicked them open and saw a girl on the floor in a pool of her own blood. Darminian stared in awe before it hit him, Déjà vu. As he reached for his revolver something burst through the wall and sent him flying. 

Darminian

Thank you everyone and thank you Rarebit, i will now be hunting for repair buffing clothing and of course the dishes. I'll post again to let you know if i got it, not that im naieve enough to think you guys care if i succeed but so i can boost my post count.

Darminian

HAHAH IT WORKED - thank you everyone!

And it only took 5 months and plus 7pts repair buffs, a booster and several failed attempts.

Darminian

I''ve said it before, and i'll say it again:

Mmmm cake..... mmmm Ookami.

Darminian

His initial thought was why in god’s name a wrecking ball would have hit him, and more importantly how was he still alive. It occurred to him as he sat up coming face to face with a  Desert Eagle that it wasn’t a wrecking ball at all, and he wouldn’t be alive much longer.

“Goodbye Mr.Solt….” The agent mid sentence was cut off as he watched his gun fly from his hand. Darminian followed that kick up with one to the mid section of the agent who this time grabbed his foot and threw him into the wall. Getting to his feet the agent had run up and placed his hand on Darminian’s throat and lifting him from the ground. Choking Darminian kicked at the agent, it didn’t phase him, but Darminian raised his foot and drove it into the eye of the agent. The glasses shattered and blood leaked from the agents eye but his grip only tightened.

He could feel it slipping away, the darkness closing in on him as he struggled for air, he didn’t have enough energy left to use a powerful enough attack to break the agents grip. Fumbling inside his coat as the dizziness cause by lack of air started getting to him, he found what he was looking for. Pulling the blade from his coat he stabbed deep into the agents wrist, damaging the internal tendons of his wrist. The agent’s hand fell from Darminian’s neck as he stepped back accessing the situation.

In those short seconds Darminian had bolted for the door, as he flung it open he felt the bullet rip through his shoulder but he kept running. He could hear the phone ringing around the corner, as he neared the hard line he could hear the agent shooting at him from behind. Turning the corner the Hl came into reach, Darminian stopped just outside of the box and withdrew his Needler. As he reached for the hard line with his wounded arm he sprayed the corner where the Agent emerged, not one shot hit him, but it was only a distraction, when the agent stopped moving at insanely high speeds Darminian was gone.

Falling out of the HL, Darminian looked around, he was at the Tabor north hard line with the red pills staring at him. Standing up he dusted himself off and walked towards the subway. As he sat down on the seat he popped a health pill and watched he torn flesh of his arm recompile. It stung and tickled it a bit. “**bleep** agents, I like this jacket.” He said to himself. He stayed on the subway until he reached Historic, he jumped off and headed into the park near the pyramid sculpture.

Darminian placed the call and within 10 minutes the hard line flashed and from it emerged yet another contact within the matrix. An exile named Anix, a rather shady character whom Darminian knew quite well. “You know this really isn’t a good idea, my people would kill me for helping you.” Darminian chuckled, “You know what I would do to you if you didn’t, besides you owe me, for the most part you probably always will.” Anix looked angry before he smiled, “god you’re a cocky **bleep** Darm”. “You know it.” Darminian replied as they gave each other some dap. Anix placed a folder on the edge of the sculptures base and smiled. “Everything you wanted and then some bro, take it easy.” “You’re a pro Anix, take it easy man.” Darminian said as he grinned grabbing the package.

Anix and Darminian had worked on some previous “business” dealings back in the day and in several of the deals Darminian found himself saving the exiles life, he was connected, intelligent and a good hacker but couldn’t handle a weapon and wasn’t much of a fighter. The two found their abilities suited each other, as a series of smash and grab jobs went south before being salvaged by one of their hair-brained schemes. As they had gone their separate ways, Anix ended up joining a group of exiles who made it their business to comb the matrix for information in both senses.

He jumped from the HL to Mara Central, and headed towards Debir court, now wasn’t a time to meditate, he was almost done. He sat on the bench and pulled out the file and opened it. Scanning it he found his first glimpse of Reenon; the only remaining person who had to be dealt with concerning Darminian and his connection to Cylan. He was a Zionist who had been working on a field research assignment somewhere in downtown. Darminian hadn’t been able to locate him, but now he had what he needed.

Putting the file back into his jacket he looked up to find WGAnubis sitting about 50 feet from him. A little chat about memories occurred between the two as they sat, two loners in company, interesting and almost ironic. Both sought solace and found someone to converse with, though neither really needed it, or for that matter wanted it. Another informed ghost within the matrix, Darminian was curious about him but never really asked, as they would just as easily be fighting as talking. Darminian left him to his solace and headed to the Mara central hard line.

Annoyed that he had to come back to downtown yet again, Darminian emerged from the hard line. Checking his pocket he found the tactic booster he loaded with the virus. Jumping from the hard line a good hundred feet from the HL he found himself running towards the building. He recalled a time when it had taken focus, taken his energy and drained him when he accomplished it. How many times he had hit the ground in the jump simulator, the first time he succeeded, it was all a strange example of growth.

He found himself pushing through the revolving door and walking into the lobby of what looked like a hotel. The few blue pills that noticed him smirked and whispered, he grinned and kept walking. As he moved towards the elevator a blue pill stopped him and asked “Excuse me uh….. sir……. Are you currently a guest in this hotel?” Darminian contemplated breaking his arm but decided against it. “why yes, yes I am” As he tried to walk again the blue pill stopped him. “May I ask what room number?” he asked. “No, no you may not. And I would appreciate if you removed your arm from my coat before I remove it for you.” The blue pill stepped back slowly and Darminian grinned at him.

As he moved towards the elevator, he heard the blue pill fumbling with the phone, smirking the doors of the elevator opened and he stepped inside. The room was on the eighth floor, number was 807 and he wasn’t sure how many people were in the room, but he was about to find out. Walking down the hallway he slipped on his gloves and came to the door. “Knock, knock” he thought to himself as he banged on the door.

Placing his hand over the peep hole, he felt the person on the other side of the door. “Who is it?” A voice came through the door. “Maintenance, the front desk sent me up to this floor, someone was complaining about the heat I need to check everyone’s room.” Darminian confidently replied, his ability to think on the spot scared himself sometimes. The door cracked open, Darminian could see the chain lock was still connected. The persons head appeared in the crack and his eyes widened as he tried to close the door, but before he could get it closed Darminian stepped into a kick and tore the chain from the door as it swung open.

The person who had been on the other side had been knocked down and was trying to get to his feet when Darminian crossed the threshold and put his foot down on the guys chest, it wasn’t Reenon. “Where’s Reenon?” “Ugh… uh what are you talking about?” He replied. Pulling the revolver from his coat he decided to try again. “Don’t make me ask you twice.” Darminian said as he pulled the hammer back. “I don’t know, he went out ten minutes ago, said he would be right back.” Darminian looked around the room, it was set up as a BEP with some basic surveillance equipment.

“Get up.” The guy on the floor pushed himself up and Darminian grabbed a hold of his collar and walked him over to one of the chairs. Darminian forced him into the chair and used the restraints, normally in place to keep the blue pills that ‘don’t’ accept reality, calm and controlled, they would serve as decent bindings. “When Reenon gets back he’s gonna kill you, you **bleep**.” “No, when reenon gets back, im going to knock him out and tomorrow you’ll both be trying to figure out who the hell I am.” Darminian let out his usual devilish grin as he waited for the response. “Whatever buddy Reenon is going to mop the floor with you.” Darminian pistol whipped him and knocked him out. “Well so far it would seem Reenon hasn’t discussed what he knows with his people, shame.” Darminian checked the ‘customized’ tactic booster and closed the door.

Darminian

((this one is kinda long cause i was trying to finish it here and still didn't and if theres typos..... bite me.))

.((The *CENSORED* in the 21st image is none other than my own, thank you DN1 for giving it the credit it deserves.))

Darminian

The feed splashed across the screen and he read the news. He didn't know how to react, they had talked and spoken. He admired her individuality and power, and respected her as a person and a force in the matrix, but he couldn't understand how he felt.

"Another precious life lost to this world. A shame for many, and an opportunity for some. A twisted world of balance and imbalance. *sighing deeply* Adieu Lady Return, i don't think you'll be honoring your namesake this time. I hope you find peace where you are, becuase no one is going to find it here."

Withdrawing his Lancet he emptied the chambers into the sky.

Darminian

((good luck with your future endevors lady_return, it was a pleasure from point a, your an amazing writer and a great character. I do hope you come back sometime.)) 

/ooc

I would like to have seen the early stages of the smith takeover, i think it would have been cool to see exiles and humans alike fighting off the endless wave and constantly increasing amount of smiths, i mean all you really see is like 90 smiths then all of a sudden no smiths, then in the third movie there is pretty much nothing but smiths.

I think it would have just been interesting to see them try and fight off the invasion if you will.

Not to mention more Katana's, cliched or not they are beatiful.

The virus was imbedded within the tactic booster and swirled calmly inside of it. It was a complex virus based off of a simple search engine based deletion process. Darminian had adapted the program to locate all of the person’s thoughts regarding a specific topic. Essentially it was a tool to erase knowledge of specific things. Darminian had used it before, normally it got the job done, but once or twice it had some side effects that were..... interesting. An exile he had once tried to use it on once had exploded where as another ended up just getting the tactic boost and nearly killed Darminian.

When dealing with Red pills the only side effects he had encountered were temporary RSI malfunction and glitching, as well as nausea in the real. It was still the best way to deal with them though, since offing them in the matrix didn’t always have the same effect. This reconstruct procedure made it difficult when it came to dealing with humans. All the same Darminian came prepared.

While wandering around the apartment, he came across a small safe on the floor. As usual he was overtaken by his curiosity and headed towards it. He contemplated picking the lock mechanism when it donned on him. He opened the safe and chuckled, the idea that people have safes all over the city but no one locks them was funny but rather strange. Peering into the safe he came found a large envelope and a small stack of $I disks. The devilish grin hugged his mouth as a shadow swept across the safe leaving it empty.

Having everything safely back in his jacket he returned to the main room with a view of the door. As Darminian sat down and contemplated pouring himself a glass of water, someone knocked on the door. Grinning Darminian grabbed the booster and headed for the door. Reenon would be walking right into the trap and wouldn’t even remember it the next day. Peering through the small hole, he could see it was Reenon with some people. “Lovely.” He thought to himself. Unlocking the door and stepping back Darminian watched the door open and Reenon start to process the situation.

It was at this point that the other people with Reenon came into view; it was a security guard with the clerk from the first floor. They had decided to make the connection of red pills, the blues weren’t as dumb as most people thought..... sometimes. Reenon took a step into the apartment before he understood that it was Darminian who had opened the door. He took a step back in shock and shouted something inaudibly. The desk clerk shouted something along the lines of “it’s him” and the security guard rushed past the other two towards Darminian.

He lunged with his hand out and Darminian grabbed it calmly and twisted it until he heard the excruciatingly painful popping and cracking sounds. As the guard fell to the floor Darminian kicked him into the wall and looked into the hallway. Reenon had recovered from the shock and was fumbling in his coat for something. Darminian moved towards him as he learned what that something was. The clerk had move forwards with the intent of stopping Darminian, instead he served as a meat shield as Reenon unloaded a clip from a sub machine gun.

The clerk’s body fell to the floor smoking as the clicks that signify an empty gun echoed down the hallway could be heard. Reenon was frozen in place clicking wildly as though any second the gun would work again. Darminian kicked him into the wall and stood over him. “Zion needs to start training you guys better.” Kneeling down he placed the tactic booster into his neck and injected its contents. Reenon groaned as his RSI began to flicker, side effects but proof that the virus was working. Reenon passed out, whether it was from the nausea or if it was the sedative affect he was out cold. Darminian dragged the bodies into the room he closed door. After a thorough search of the operatives and blue pills alike Darminian found him self slightly richer and left the apartment.

He slipped out of the lobby as two police officers made their way towards the front desk. On the street he headed towards the nearest subway and got on the next train. Travelling along the darkened tunnels he was relieved that it was done, for the time being the only necessary business at hand was avoiding death. The train sped into the darkness of the tunnels and Darminian slowly began to slip into his trance.

The warmth of the light that came to his mind, the embrace of one close to him, the cool breeze that swept across his body as he felt the weight of his world lifted effortlessly from him. Overcome with a great calm he began to transcend his normal levels of understanding, a better connection with the world and even worlds around him. As he freed his mind as it were, it was quickly robbed from him as the weight of the world crashed down upon him with the ringing of his phone. The devilish smile returned to his face as he answered the phone.

The End…… sort of.

Darminian

((that’s it for now people, so yeah feedback if it’s not too much to take in, it won’t change much though cause most of my friends like it as such and I like it the most cause well frankly….. I'm inches from the greatness of neo lol, so yeah feedback.))  

As if i didn't hate them enough.

Actually you know what, it doesn't surprise me.

Darminian stared at the private message he had recieved and the public message that had been leaked, both were the same and he sighed deeply.

Well, this complicates things a litte.. no matter, more blood to spill.  

Our wings have been clipped.

Were outnumbered and outgunned.

Reach for the button.

Message Edited by Darminian on 01-16-200602:48 PM

Message Edited by Darminian on 01-16-200602:49 PM

The tortured sky twisted above him, it's soft mix of black and gray clouds swirled in the twist. Streaks of lightning would illuminate the clouds and below them the endless stretch of desert. There was a duality to this mess of clouds. The ugly things it represented, humanity and its unwillingness to initially cooperate with the machines, the enslaving of humanity, the usage of humans as batteries... but the sky itself was beautiful, breathtaking as a whole in its twisted grace.

Darminian sat on the cold ground and stared across the endless stretches of scorched sky and dead earth. It was peaceful to him, no city below with the moving masses, no noise from them and their endless speaking and buzzing, nothing but the calmness of the storm and the absence of society. The stupidity of the collective masses not present, only the serene calm of the absence of everything.

It was peaceful and enjoyable, it brought him closer to reality as a whole, he could meditate in the matrix and bring himself closer to the code, but reality that’s another story. He found himself enjoying the calm chaos around him as he stared out across the desert, everything was calm and it was a soft emptiness..... something in the back of his mind ticked.

"Lonely? I can’t be lonely, there’s no one I would even want here with m....." He thought to himself, before it hit him like a purple brick. He hadn’t realized how much she had come to mean to him, how much he wanted her by his side.

Her scent, her touch, her taste. It ran through his senses.

The embrace of her as one thought caused a chain reaction in his brain, a beautiful plague raced through his mind. It filled him with thoughts of lust, passion and some things he didn’t want to accept feeling.

He wanted more than anything to find her and sweep her off her feet, free her from the drama, but he knew he couldn’t. Her independence was what made her who she was, he could only wait now. Eternity as usual.....

Darminian

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A Letter to the kid => Sent to the ship via Taecross's on board e-mail, before its deletion.

Dear Michael,

I've come to a point where in which it now becomes a necessity that I speak to you, our operatives are turning rogue, your ready to cast them out with no connection to us, your route is leading us to a zone of inactivity and your people are losing faith in the confusion of the world around them.

You wanted them to oppose someone like Taecross, since he is forcing his own agenda at the cost of blue pill life, to stand against one who they were before in place to support. Here you are, our noble leader; the king of the EPN as it were, and we see you a fraction of the time we saw him, and even he is hardly around -though now you'll have him beat as he is no more.

You expected those whose only leadership came from this man, to oppose him at the drop of a hat? Loyalty and Respect are things earned and not given, though I fear many have forgotten that in their admiration of the big names, like you, Niobe and ghost. But today worked as an example, you clearly don't know your troops, your people, as you come in to tell us that he was wrong and we don't support that action. 90% of the epn on site today were apparently helping him as it were, and according to you, those that did would be removed, two things are ridiculous about this statement.

No one helped or stopped Taecross today, not a single person fired upon him, nor struck him, not a single person helped him prep a bomb or even arm one, he did it all on his own. And even at the end, where he stacked the many bombs which overloaded his RSI and served as his demise, not one person helped or stopped him. No matter who says what, everyone around him today was an audience member, regardless of what they wanted to be.

But this letter isn't about that, this letter is a formal request if not demand for your presence for a meeting between you and I, I need to get some facts straight, and only you can help me. I would go to Santia for connection with you, but frankly, I'd rather not wait another 6 months to speak with her. You and I need to have a discussion as I've found my feelings about being here have wavered to an unstable zone.

Perhaps its my ego, or something else, that could serve as the answer to the question "what makes me so special as to meet with you" or "what gives me the right to a one on one" Well those questions are asked by those that will hold you in higher regard than perhaps you deserve. As far as I'm concerned, I feel I'm entitled to it for several reasons. The first would be my devotion and dedication to the cause, it's been unwavering and unchanging since before you even met with us, since before we even truly had your endorsement as it were, and I've still stood by. Secondly I deserve it because I ask for it, this might not entitle me to much in most orgs, but in this one, where you yourself have said were all equals.

Now for the part that makes it like a demand, I ask that you attend based upon a request, you are well within your rights to decline or refuse, but failure to

a)acknowledge this request

or

b)meet with me.

Will result in the submittal of my resignation from the EPN, these things will show unto me you care very little about your people, and even less about the loyal ones. I've grown tired of going through this hell for nothing. Tired of wondering if this hell is even worth it, consider this your last chance to change my mind.

Sincerely

Darminian

As you may or may not know- the matrix online has a market place - which is more or less a joke.

We have people selling health pill 1.0's for hundreds of millions which won't ever sell - and more crap in the way of the good stuff then one can shake a stick at.

The marketplace needs an overhall - more organization to it - level catgeroies - a better system for buying and selling items - or just finding them in the first place.

Alot of the problems on the market place could be fixed with an expiration timer on them. I hate to compare WoW and MxO but quite frankly WoW's auction hosue system is an invaluable resource to the game, the marketplace is a joke - people only farm when they need bits, people mission if they want money - a big issue of this game is the dependance upon missions for everything but moving past that - the market place could be a very valuable tool if it was revamped and done properly.

- more precise searching parameters

- notifications of sales

- bidding is always an option - as opposed to spamming the boards

- expirations of un-sold goods

- (possiblity) *cough* LE Char sales - ghost wants to sell a gun or perhaps anome a vial - just a thought - rare disguises - thats right im a dreamer and dane cook said "dream it ya' *CENSORED* dreamers." - so

- perhaps a search bar (i don't think wow can claim ownership to an in game spider.)

Just a thought or two - i'd like to see something come from it - cause no part of me wants to spend 10 million on one red frag.... you know what that brings up to - boost the freaking red frag drops.

I killed about 60 white security guards today - to yield just one clothing sub routine - what the hell is that!?!?!? I had an easier time getting 01 berets then the red frags i need.

Darminian

When dealing with the Acrh. It's best to employ the simple smile and nod techniche, don't waste your time trying to understand him, but instead give those around you the idea that you do. Ergo they will think you smarter than you really are.

God, he can create the matrix, but he can't create any manners, pfft.

Darninian

In explantion of this and i like it cause it works in an RP sense too - it's their coding that kills them:

The 255's show up to kill you for not having access to the area, since the truce ended we shouldn't have access to any of them.

That being said, they show up to kill the target who hasn't tagged, and realize that you have tagged - the logic and counter-logic of those things produces a contradiction - this then causes their head to exploded - becuase they need to kill the authorized unauthorized person.

It's a lot like the old school star trek with Mud and his clones, or the futurama episode with santa-claus - the evil robot not the jolly old fat man.

If you don't know what im talking about with the last two references don't worry about it, if you do:

Too bad these agents don't have contradiction proof software.

hehe "everything i say is a lie, i'm lying" - good times. 

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Proof of this btw, is that the 255 won't die if you've not tagged the access node. 

~Darminian

ooc - im quite impressed with that character, cool vibe and cool stlye of chat, very well done.

Darminian

I was going to compile my 'horror' story when i had managed to finish it and get my issues with swg resolved. I've been trying to get the *CENSORED* game installed fully and properly for the past few weeks, and before i got to this point it was trying to stop the client from crashing - both situations which have had no resolution and countless amounts of stupidity from the support people i've had to deal with.

In current summation of things:

One phone call which informed me of my inability to currently switch to station access. 

I've had 7 different chats with TS reps. and not one has yielded a positive result.

I've been escalated to Tier 2 support 3 times - and only recieved one e-mail about an issue i am no longer dealing with.

All of this just so i can play a game i'm not even that crazy about- i mean i'm a 3 year mxo vet, and i'm being caught up in crap like this while just trying to install SWG.

And of the 3-4 causes of problems that have been located - all of them have been done so by my own hand and only after i interupted the TS person and just asked if that could be the problem.

I used to think i only hated them as a corporation because of what they'd done to mxo, but uh - the reasons just keep adding and adding.

Final point - virrago you may have started out there, but you moved on cause you were competent, can we say the same about the people still there? Not to mention your ability to type and comprehend and communicate in english is also a valuable asset.

~Darminian

Meh, i enjoyed the opportunity to create a spam thread and keep it going so i don't care if they stop or not.

Ps. Mmmm cake.

Darminian

Flying Circus FTW.

Darminian

Perhaps you've seen what's going on behind the curtains of mega city, perhaps you have your finger on the pulse of the subteranian hearbeat of this our city of sin, and the world behind it. Perhaps you know more about a world we don't see then that which we do.

I'm looking for the tower, perhaps one of you out there can help me.

~Darminian