If only the mod allowed us to have more than 8 players in a game. It would have gotten chaotic, though. I don't know- let's just wait and see who's still interested by next week, Ully- maybe someone will bail out and Zhar can fill the spot?
Has anyone even tried to see if the game allows more than 8? Or checked... because I know it allows difficulty up to players 16 I think... Lemme read on it.
I don't think the players 16 works on the R6D - I think it only worked on the older versions.
Where are the invites Murder???:P
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Smiling is infectious.
Give, expecting nothing thereof. ------------ BoD - Come have some fun! Folks will always come and go, so enjoy them while they're meant to be in your life.
Yeah Murder, where are the invites? You totally read my mind though, thanks bro' for making that group. Who knows? Maybe it'll be more successful than the ikariam one. =/
As for inviting, only allow the 8 who have signed up in, as well as Zhar because he'll be "coming off the bench" incase anyone needs to be replaced.
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One becomes strong when they are fighting to protect someone close to them... - Shiro Haku
As I said, the exact date isn't quite fixed yet. But I'm thinking either this Wednesday night (depending on the condition of Murderface, JayKay and myself), or Friday evening since I'll defintely have a long playing time their. =)
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One becomes strong when they are fighting to protect someone close to them... - Shiro Haku
As I said, the exact date isn't quite fixed yet. But I'm thinking either this Wednesday night (depending on the condition of Murderface, JayKay and myself),
I've fixed my problems, I'm ready to start anytime. And my Timezone is PST.. or whatever. Lol.. I'll just repost my sign-up sheet with the info.
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Dfans Account Name: J/-\YK/-\Y
Hamachi Name: Jaykay
Character Name: Majix
Character Type: Sorceress
General Build: Nova/Time Stop (Fire or Ice)
General Role in the Team: Boss Breaker (Static)/Cold Support
Timezone: GMT-8 (Pacific Standard Timezone)
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Yeah I knew it was Pacific, didn't know the actual name for it. I just looked at Tsuki's cause we're in the same zone.
I just want to point out right now. Tsukiyomi will be trying to convince you all my name is Boat. Boat Harbor. It is NOT.
-.-
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"There's no doughnuts in Diablo. Oohhhh, I just threw it down. BlizzCon exclusive: no doughnuts. -Jay Wilson
Sorry, my dear friend was on the computer for 12 hours playing.... Runescape... and I haven't had time to update on my thoughts on this thus far!
Thank you for the information on the Shared Stash. I knew it caused problems, but I did not know it was the major cause. Sucks, too. I have a solution for my problem though... make a second save file with only the Assassin in it so it will remove any temptation of thieving some items from my other characters, as well as get rid of all the items in the Shared Stash. PROBLEM SOLVED!
As far as times go, everything works well with me. You guys decide and I will be acceptable with it.
Jaykay is NOT hosting. I have a good ping, but we will have to see others, as well.
Builds: Can we change these based on how everything holds up? If we get into Nightmare or Hell, and we find out that we can't support, or play the intended part as well as we thought, but trying another build to find it works more, is that alright? It would also be best to try things out early. If we get into Nightmare, then find out our build is not working, we will lack a lot of gear for that specific build. Just a thought.
Jaykay, also known as Boat, if you please. Boat "The Bacon" Harbor.
You see, long ago, about (More or less, give or a take, a couple of months) Jaykay was left alone because of raiding pirates... The story goes as follows:
The vast, endless, enigma that is the ocean swayed in deep sadness; the dark ship of mahogany that was pillaged from past raids on innocent civilians suffering from the dispiriting times of a corrupted kingship.
The ship, a shadow of darkness itself, moved swiftly and silently along the ocean's surface toward an island in the distance, a glow of light emitting from it; a lit candle in a dark hall. The ship, massive in size, had a dark red tinted lining along the borders, the wood painted with a waterproof repellent, dark in color. The sails bearing a symbol on it, marking their ship's identity. The symbol layered on top of the gray colored showed a sword crossing over a salted meat product.The crew was full of pirates all different in style and ways of doing their job, but all the same and equal in their goals: pillaging the glorious goods of life and mankind itself - bacon.
The ship and it's inhabitants reaching their destination prepare themselves. Equipping their sashes, and along with them their single-edged blades that carry a sheen that the moonlight offers. They carry sacks on on their opposite handed sides, ready for the burden of bacon. The pirates had a same look to each of them; pale with dark eyes; their teeth missing, and if not, rotting and decaying from the roots, a yellow tint as if they use sulfur for a daily snack; their bodies differ in size but the same in condition - hard, scarred, and as unappealing as a person who is writing a story about how a man's name is Boat "The Bacon" Harbor cares to describe.
They strike.
The pirates, running through, slashing, stabbing, and cutting anything they can, especially anything that moves. They came quick and catching everyone off guard. A family in a small house in the back is just another randomly selected target. But it held a boy, hiding in his room, crying, and unaware of the events that were about to occur.
The door bashed open; shards of wood splintering against the walls surrounding the once standing door. The pirates came, one stood hunched over with a sneer on his face, and the other taller in size, square in face, and ugly as #$(*. They came and stormed the place, finding the boy's mother using her self as a human shield to protect her only child, her only son. She was facing away from the door, her back shown. She was crouched low, holding the boy's head in her chest and whispering her last words.
The saw this, and without a second thought, they did their ill-considered act... and stabbed her in the back, slightly to the left, killing her instantly, and dropping her body in what seemed to be in the boy's mind as slow motion, down into cold blood, pooling and staining the boy's mind forevermore.
The father came into the room in a berserk, and with a flurry of movements managed to land a strike on the hunched pirate's temple, dropping him and landing his head onto a wood post that was used to hold up a bed frame, killing him. The squared pirate saw this, turned, and stabbed the father in the chest. The father died without being able to completely avenge his wife, and now, his son's life.
"Yer father killed mah partner. Yer gonna be mah new partner," the ugly pirate spoke. His voice was low and deep. He grabbed the boy by the neck, and carried him off to the boat, ready for departure into the vast nothingness of the night.
Over the years the boy learned how to use a blade, how to capture, how to live, and how to kill, like a pirate. His family members forgotten and lost in his memories. However, he had nightmares every night of a women he did not know, being murdered, and he would wake up in cold sweat, breathing hard, always with a flash of dark red, the blood of his little known of mother.
The boy was a mute until he reached the age 13. By that time, he was one of the best at his job of pillaging bacon. His name then became Bacon, although most didn't like the favoring of this boy in particular. After a year, everyone realized his love for the ocean and seas alike, and his fascianation for boats, as he would stike any down he found more glorious than his own. This lead to his name Boat, and nickanme "Bacon," that over time became known as 'Boat "The Bacon" Harbor."
See? Doesn't it all make sense now?! So, I would REALLY appreciate it if everyone in the group of 8 would refer to him as Boat. That would be wonderful!
Fuck you, I'm a dragon.
I can't remember though.
One becomes strong when they are fighting to protect someone close to them... - Shiro Haku
One becomes strong when they are fighting to protect someone close to them... - Shiro Haku
Fuck you, I'm a dragon.
Didn't fill out an actual sheet however.
http://www.diablofans.com/forums/showthread.php?t=7528&page=75
...damn. But I already got 8 signed up.
I can't make this decision alone, what do you guys think?
Well in the mean time Zhar, make a sign up sheet and fill all of it as soon as you can.
One becomes strong when they are fighting to protect someone close to them... - Shiro Haku
Zhar
2. Hamachi Server username
Zhar
3. Character
Assassin
4. Character Name
Darkin
5. Character's Role in the Party
Secondary melee, crowd control (martial arts tree, claws over the katana build)
6. Your timezone
Eastern, (-04:00)
edit: Uhh Zhar, EST is GMT-5, not -4. =/ Are you Atlantic timing maybe??
One becomes strong when they are fighting to protect someone close to them... - Shiro Haku
Sorry about that !
Well if somebody doesn't turn up, send me a message and I'll fill their character.
Where are the invites Murder???:P
Folks will always come and go, so enjoy them while they're meant to be in your life.
As for inviting, only allow the 8 who have signed up in, as well as Zhar because he'll be "coming off the bench" incase anyone needs to be replaced.
One becomes strong when they are fighting to protect someone close to them... - Shiro Haku
"Losers always whine about their best, winners go home and Fvck the prom queen."
One becomes strong when they are fighting to protect someone close to them... - Shiro Haku
I've fixed my problems, I'm ready to start anytime. And my Timezone is PST.. or whatever. Lol.. I'll just repost my sign-up sheet with the info.
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Dfans Account Name: J/-\YK/-\Y
Hamachi Name: Jaykay
Character Name: Majix
Character Type: Sorceress
General Build: Nova/Time Stop (Fire or Ice)
General Role in the Team: Boss Breaker (Static)/Cold Support
Timezone: GMT-8 (Pacific Standard Timezone)
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Yeah I knew it was Pacific, didn't know the actual name for it. I just looked at Tsuki's cause we're in the same zone.
I just want to point out right now. Tsukiyomi will be trying to convince you all my name is Boat. Boat Harbor. It is NOT.
-.-
Thank you for the information on the Shared Stash. I knew it caused problems, but I did not know it was the major cause. Sucks, too. I have a solution for my problem though... make a second save file with only the Assassin in it so it will remove any temptation of thieving some items from my other characters, as well as get rid of all the items in the Shared Stash. PROBLEM SOLVED!
As far as times go, everything works well with me. You guys decide and I will be acceptable with it.
Jaykay is NOT hosting. I have a good ping, but we will have to see others, as well.
Builds: Can we change these based on how everything holds up? If we get into Nightmare or Hell, and we find out that we can't support, or play the intended part as well as we thought, but trying another build to find it works more, is that alright? It would also be best to try things out early. If we get into Nightmare, then find out our build is not working, we will lack a lot of gear for that specific build. Just a thought.
Jaykay, also known as Boat, if you please. Boat "The Bacon" Harbor.
You see, long ago, about (More or less, give or a take, a couple of months) Jaykay was left alone because of raiding pirates... The story goes as follows:
The ship, a shadow of darkness itself, moved swiftly and silently along the ocean's surface toward an island in the distance, a glow of light emitting from it; a lit candle in a dark hall. The ship, massive in size, had a dark red tinted lining along the borders, the wood painted with a waterproof repellent, dark in color. The sails bearing a symbol on it, marking their ship's identity. The symbol layered on top of the gray colored showed a sword crossing over a salted meat product.The crew was full of pirates all different in style and ways of doing their job, but all the same and equal in their goals: pillaging the glorious goods of life and mankind itself - bacon.
The ship and it's inhabitants reaching their destination prepare themselves. Equipping their sashes, and along with them their single-edged blades that carry a sheen that the moonlight offers. They carry sacks on on their opposite handed sides, ready for the burden of bacon. The pirates had a same look to each of them; pale with dark eyes; their teeth missing, and if not, rotting and decaying from the roots, a yellow tint as if they use sulfur for a daily snack; their bodies differ in size but the same in condition - hard, scarred, and as unappealing as a person who is writing a story about how a man's name is Boat "The Bacon" Harbor cares to describe.
They strike.
The pirates, running through, slashing, stabbing, and cutting anything they can, especially anything that moves. They came quick and catching everyone off guard. A family in a small house in the back is just another randomly selected target. But it held a boy, hiding in his room, crying, and unaware of the events that were about to occur.
The door bashed open; shards of wood splintering against the walls surrounding the once standing door. The pirates came, one stood hunched over with a sneer on his face, and the other taller in size, square in face, and ugly as #$(*. They came and stormed the place, finding the boy's mother using her self as a human shield to protect her only child, her only son. She was facing away from the door, her back shown. She was crouched low, holding the boy's head in her chest and whispering her last words.
The saw this, and without a second thought, they did their ill-considered act... and stabbed her in the back, slightly to the left, killing her instantly, and dropping her body in what seemed to be in the boy's mind as slow motion, down into cold blood, pooling and staining the boy's mind forevermore.
The father came into the room in a berserk, and with a flurry of movements managed to land a strike on the hunched pirate's temple, dropping him and landing his head onto a wood post that was used to hold up a bed frame, killing him. The squared pirate saw this, turned, and stabbed the father in the chest. The father died without being able to completely avenge his wife, and now, his son's life.
"Yer father killed mah partner. Yer gonna be mah new partner," the ugly pirate spoke. His voice was low and deep. He grabbed the boy by the neck, and carried him off to the boat, ready for departure into the vast nothingness of the night.
Over the years the boy learned how to use a blade, how to capture, how to live, and how to kill, like a pirate. His family members forgotten and lost in his memories. However, he had nightmares every night of a women he did not know, being murdered, and he would wake up in cold sweat, breathing hard, always with a flash of dark red, the blood of his little known of mother.
The boy was a mute until he reached the age 13. By that time, he was one of the best at his job of pillaging bacon. His name then became Bacon, although most didn't like the favoring of this boy in particular. After a year, everyone realized his love for the ocean and seas alike, and his fascianation for boats, as he would stike any down he found more glorious than his own. This lead to his name Boat, and nickanme "Bacon," that over time became known as 'Boat "The Bacon" Harbor."
"Losers always whine about their best, winners go home and Fvck the prom queen."