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First place to check was the Legendary forums. That involved people I know. I suppose it would make more sense to check the games official forums, but
they're buried in flames and chaos anyway. Any 'oh my god, I turned into my characters' would be buried under complaints that more people became
their heroes then their villains, and that the devs clearly favor blueside.
It looked like a quiet day in the forums though, meaning that it either didn't happen to anyone else, or they weren't sure how to ask 'did anyone
else get turned into their game characters too?'. Which made sense really. I mean, I had no idea how to ask that without looking crazy.
I was about to load up City of Heroes and check in there, when Gtalk informed me there were people online. Given everyone I spoke to in Gtalk classed as damn
good friends who I played City of Heroes with, it was the perfect chance.
Chris: Hey Spud.
Brian: Yo.
Chris: Um, Listen. There's a question I need to ask you, and it's probably going to sound really really weird.
...
Even for us.
Brian: Yes, we've been turned into our characters too. Who'd you get?
For a moment, I paused. "Well, that saves the hassle of asking weird questions," I said to myself.
Chris: Uh, Major Starlight. You guys?
Brian: Well, Amy got turned into Silver, and I'm Rhea.
Sort of. She's in my head
... Okay, she hijacks the controls at will and it's really annoying!
Hi Tam! Did you end up in a really out of shape body too? I did. It's a guy, he's old, he's big and now he's being all grumpy at me for saying
it!
And he's telling me I'm crazy! Just because I got put in his body by some evil supervillian and he can't hear Mr Whiskers who's wearing a
disguise by the way, he looks like a panda now so that the bad guy that did this to us doesn't see him!
I gave the chat window a worried look. Okay, I needed to get over there somehow and help Amy keep Rhea from making Spud try and strangle himself. Of course,
I'm in Australia, they're in America. Flying over there wasn't really an option. For starters, it'd be a long, madness inducing flight, two,
the USAF might notice me heading their way and I'd rather not test my cosmic shielding against a missile or four.
And I'd need a way to get back here, and fast. Leaving my life behind was not an option really. I needed money, a roof over my head, a functional identidy,
and we'd only lost my brother six months ago, like hell I was putting mum through that again.
I frowned, nibbling on a chocolate bar I'd gotten from a nice candy store not too far from the Steel Canyon base portal, then paused and looked down at it.
Where'd I get that from? I certainly didn't have it a moment ago. In fact, thinking back, it seemed to appear... out... of... nowhere.
Moving back from the computer desk, I stood up and concentrated, reaching into an odd little pocket reality, pulling out a large shotgun loaded with blessed
shotgun rounds. "Well well," I said with a grin. It seems that despite whatever else may be going on, I still had my little 'hammerspace'.
Smile widening, I pulled out my mission teleporter. It's screen was currently blank, no mission input. Grinning, I punched in a simple mission, grabbed my
keys and fired it up... And a few seconds later, my perspective of reality shifted as I appeared at my front door.
"Mission: take out out the trash is accepted," I grinned, going back inside and sitting down.
Chris: Spud, I've got an idea...
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First place to check was the Legendary forums. That involved people I know. I suppose it would make more sense to check the games official forums, but
they're buried in flames and chaos anyway. Any 'oh my god, I turned into my characters' would be buried under complaints that more people became
their heroes then their villains, and that the devs clearly favor blueside.
It looked like a quiet day in the forums though, meaning that it either didn't happen to anyone else, or they weren't sure how to ask 'did anyone
else get turned into their game characters too?'. Which made sense really. I mean, I had no idea how to ask that without looking crazy.
I was about to load up City of Heroes and check in there, when Gtalk informed me there were people online. Given everyone I spoke to in Gtalk classed as damn
good friends who I played City of Heroes with, it was the perfect chance.
Chris: Hey Spud.
Brian: Yo.
Chris: Um, Listen. There's a question I need to ask you, and it's probably going to sound really really weird.
...
Even for us.
Brian: Yes, we've been turned into our characters too. Who'd you get?
For a moment, I paused. "Well, that saves the hassle of asking weird questions," I said to myself.
Chris: Uh, Major Starlight. You guys?
Brian: Well, Amy got turned into Silver, and I'm Rhea.
Sort of. She's in my head
... Okay, she hijacks the controls at will and it's really annoying!
Hi Tam! Did you end up in a really out of shape body too? I did. It's a guy, he's old, he's big and now he's being all grumpy at me for saying
it!
And he's telling me I'm crazy! Just because I got put in his body by some evil supervillian and he can't hear Mr Whiskers who's wearing a
disguise by the way, he looks like a panda now so that the bad guy that did this to us doesn't see him!
I gave the chat window a worried look. Okay, I needed to get over there somehow and help Amy keep Rhea from making Spud try and strangle himself. Of course,
I'm in Australia, they're in America. Flying over there wasn't really an option. For starters, it'd be a long, madness inducing flight, two,
the USAF might notice me heading their way and I'd rather not test my cosmic shielding against a missile or four.
And I'd need a way to get back here, and fast. Leaving my life behind was not an option really. I needed money, a roof over my head, a functional identidy,
and we'd only lost my brother six months ago, like hell I was putting mum through that again.
I frowned, nibbling on a chocolate bar I'd gotten from a nice candy store not too far from the Steel Canyon base portal, then paused and looked down at it.
Where'd I get that from? I certainly didn't have it a moment ago. In fact, thinking back, it seemed to appear... out... of... nowhere.
Moving back from the computer desk, I stood up and concentrated, reaching into an odd little pocket reality, pulling out a large shotgun loaded with blessed
shotgun rounds. "Well well," I said with a grin. It seems that despite whatever else may be going on, I still had my little 'hammerspace'.
Smile widening, I pulled out my mission teleporter. It's screen was currently blank, no mission input. Grinning, I punched in a simple mission, grabbed my
keys and fired it up... And a few seconds later, my perspective of reality shifted as I appeared at my front door.
"Mission: take out out the trash is accepted," I grinned, going back inside and sitting down.
Chris: Spud, I've got an idea...
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