City of Heroes

So, how about those Stalkers huh? Some folks say playing a Stalker is fun! Those folks didn't play with us last Sunday.

Our Stalker-only event still affects my ability to sit down on hard surfaces but I won't let that deter me! Let's revisit the AT you don't care enough about to love to hate. For this event we'll be running high level missions with mixed teams. The only caveat is that I'd like to encourage anyone who actually wants to play a Stalker to do so. We'll build a sensible team designed to take advantage of the Stalker's unique (single) advantages.

Welcome to Hero Night with Adversity!

After a month of single AT teams, I think we all need a break from anything out of the ordinary. Update your contacts, fill your 7 mission slots and meet me this Tuesday for a good old-fashioned teaming session. Sounds like a Zen experience after last week's teams, if you ask me. Bring what you want to level or what you love to play- there is no theme here tonight except the peaceful tick of your experience bar going up and up and up.

Turn on the white noise soundtrack and grab the hot massage stones and I'll see you this Tuesday at Hero Night #28!

Welcome to the last installment of the Villain AT series!

We're saving the best for last. We have been corrupted, dominated and stalked within an inch of our sanity- and for some, beyond it- so let's go straight to the top of the food chain with a V.E.A.T. team!

Bring your V.E.A.T. toons to this Sinister Sunday while we run missions and say a somewhat fond farewell to the single AT teams. See you there!

If you do not have a V.E.A.T. yet, make one! If you can't make one, bring your stalker as punishment for not being awesome enough to have a V.E.A.T. I haven't decided if I'm kidding yet

The chocolate chips fell into the bowl, the crinkling of the bag signaling that the end was near.

"Haha! Those fools laughed at me in culinary school! Mocked my innovative tastes- chocolate and lavender, lemongrass and orange blossom. Look who's laughing now, idiots!"

Ember Thorn waved the spatula around violently as she pantomimed the vicious cutting motion that separated each biscotti from the loaf.

"Spike! Damn it, I told you 450 degrees not 400! Can't find good help anymore- I should have left you rotting in the greenhouse. Venus fly traps are not culinary masters, I'll tell you that."

Scraping every last bit of batter from the MixMaster, Ember Thorn poured the batter onto the parchment paper, her head boiling with packaging ideas.