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PLEASE tell me he'd call himself the Stormin' Mormon. (I am so sorry. I'd make a similar joke about my denomination, but nothing rhymes with "Pentecostal.")

It's really boring to drive through. Really, really boring. Maybe that would kill people?

I know opinions will differ on this, but I don't think it's a plot hole. Fortuity's powers, as they're written, involve predicting what will happen, as you said. A barrage of machine gunfire, chaotic though it may appear, spews bullets in a fairly predictable pattern, consistent enough to predict where one would probably land (accounting for parabolic rotation, if it comes from enough of a distance). Given Fortuity's enhanced reflexes, he could effectively dodge those. Funtimes, the way I wrote that scene, was equally likely to do two, usually three, things at once. Even she didn't know what she was going to do, moment to moment, acting instead on her consistently changing whims. Now, let's say Fortuity can see and/or sense multiple possible futures. In that scene, he would have seen/sensed Funtimes about to a. turn his cape into a ball-and-chain, b. turn the carpet into a freshly waxed floor, and c. turn his gun into a hamster all in the same moment. How do you predict that? What do you prepare for, when there are three equally likely dangers lurking just around the corner? My point wasn't his personality; my point was that he can avoid death from bullets just as well as she can, so complaining about that making her OP is moot.

From the unwritten, unpublished Steelheart prequel, Ironkidney:

Aside from the randomness and insanity, you could say the same for Nighthound, Lucentia, Lightwards, CorpseMaker, Penumbra, Timeport, and pretty much any other Epic with some way to defend against bullets. That's what Emotionally Scarring Backstories™ are for. If nothing else, her Quota-induced flashbacks should explain most, if not all, of her eccentricities and combat style.

I never said Funtimes could go to the moon, or even leave the planet. (Where do people get this stuff, anyway?) She does have quite a long range, but I wouldn't say it's more than 2,000 miles. Yes, a long range, but not enough to leave the planet.

My interview is over, I spent a while exploring downtown, and now I'm ready to head back home and work on Funtimes' Emotionally Scarring Backstory!

Re Remington flashback: Thanks! All credit for Reader's dialog goes to mail-mi. Mailliw: Remington is in his early 30s. I think I put 30 or 31 in his profile. Kobold: I weep for you, not knowing what Oregon is like. Seriously, though, it's beautiful, and if you ever get the chance, go. The thought of destroying it (even in fiction) makes me so sad I've seriously thought about whether or not it would be in character for Funtimes to make fixing Oregon her personal long-term project after the RP ends.

Kliever Armory, fifteen years ago "For the last time, we do not need a giant display of medieval battle-axes!" The deliveryman threw up his hands in frustration. "Know what, pal, you could've told me that before I set it up!"

CorpseMaker gave Timeport a long look. "When did you start carrying a battleaxe?" Timeport hefted the axe. "Funny thing. I was just wandering through the armory, and I saw this axe. So I grabbed it and kept it, because hey, free battleaxe."

Can do. Is there anything Remington could do to increase Max's confidence in him? Some sort of password or buzzword or phrase he gave out while recruiting to people to show they were interested? Or should he just say "I have a recovering zombie with me, she got away from Lightwards somehow and I aim to do the same for the rest of his Warriors"?

I'll still have my phone, but the hotel charges $12.95 on top of everything else for in-room wifi, so no long posts. And as long as you try not to destroy Oregon, that's all that matters. You gave it your best shot.

Just finished my midterm! *faints* I don't know how much I'll be on tonight or tomorrow, since I have an interview for a legislative internship tomorrow morning in a another city, and I'll be spending the night there. (It's a bit of a drive, but spending the night will be way better than waking up at 3 in the morning to head over tomorrow.)

Good thoughts in, bad thoughts out. Good thoughts in, bad thoughts out. Good thoughts in, bad thoughts out. Nighthound will die someday. Good thoughts.

Please tell me Lightwards sits around listening to "Love Stinks" on repeat all day. UNLESS Nighthound is shipped with a nuclear warhead about to explode within a contained force field so he will be the only one who dies. Edit: Well, when there's a certain brother-sister team whose MO seems to be "kill everything that isn't a pompous blowhard"….

Saccharine and Purple Phoenix? There has to be something keeping him from repeating his welcome-to-Portland massacre...even if the reason is extremely meta. (Besides, you know you love seeing her troll Lightwards. )

I never said it was Revolution and Forrest. Random couples kissing anger Lightwards just as much as couples he knows personally. That wasn't her plan, though with her overconfidence and resulting poor judgment, things may have gone better if it had actually been her plan all along.

Funtimes smiled. "Aww, aren't they cute?" "I suppose," Lightwards said without looking up from his work. Her eyes were still on the couple strolling through the park. "Just smiling and walking." She squealed. "They're so cute I can't believe how cute they are!" "Walking is not an inherently cute activity." "It is when you're with your boyfriend." His head snapped up, and he glowered at the distant couple holding hands and chatting. "How can you tell they're dating?" The couple kissed. "Oh. That's how."

Funtimes started off as a chaotic Epic, and then became the unstable bundle of joy with a sadistic streak and a taste for morbid threats we know and like/fear/are annoyed by/want to escape, depending on if you're Saccharine, Lightwards, Nighthound, or her vanillas. No. Wait a moment while I cower in fear beneath my bed.

O.o We have failed humanity! Our halfway decent Epics inspired the creation of Nighthound! I feel partially responsible, having give the world Doctor Funtimes--although I did create Koschei...who is someone Nighthound likes.... THERE IS NO ESCAPE NOW WHAT HAVE WE DONE? And then Nighthound died, and then Nighthound died......

Me too! Now, if Mr. Harmon and the Sadrys' only living relative were to, say, team up for an activity such as—just tossing out a random idea here—kicking some Epic booty…. (It wouldn't make a whole lot of sense, but seriously, I love the karma here.)