My very dear New Yorker friend Forest graciously set up a fantastic dining experience at Ninja (sushi spot in TriBeCa) last weekend! It was a mind blowing experience. When Fitz and I met up with Forest and his date, we hopped into an elevator that descended below to a darkly lit scene right out of a Tokyo village. As the elevator doors opened, I gingerly looked around and then confidently stepped out of the elevator exclaiming, "What a relief, I was about ready to scream."

And right as I pronounced that last syllable, a ninja, garbed in black attire, leaped out at me and I screamed something awfully high pitched and awkward and nearly collapsed on the floor, huddled in the fetal position. Good times.

Let's just say that the remainder of the evening was an EXPERIENCE to remember. Fires, explosions, dry ice, creativity, and atmosphere all played strong roles in the evening entertainment. Lots of shrieks and giggles ensued. I loved the company, the food, the memories...I loved it all. I love New York.

Don't believe my fab story? Check the evidence:

[caption id="" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="Forest is now a Deadly Viper Assassin"][/caption]

Thanks for setting this up, Forest! It's funny how in life, as time speeds by, there are those who always have a presence and a place, those we never lose touch with no matter the distance or time...those we connect with for no particular reason other than life's magnetic pull. You are such a fantastic friend and I am so honored to know you.

The main focus of the game is, obviously, being an assassin and therefore assassinating people. Now, these sections where you get targets and assassinate them are very, very good. You get to plan your attack, use stealth and really just get wrapped up in the experience in general. The offset is that these bits seem so very few and far between. The game is mostly composed of you doing extremely similar tasks in one of the game's three cities in order to gather information about your target. These bits, along with save citizen missions and viewpoints, are extremely tedious and annoying. One could, and probably should, minimise these bits and cut straight to the assassinations as quickly as possible to get maximum entertainment out of the game.

As far as the actual "killing people" part goes, I have to admit that I do think there's really very few ways of going about it. I mean, the game has two "stealth" weapons that are both instant kill (one knife for up close and throwing knives for farther away) and besides that you can use a bigger sword or a smaller one (your fists too, if you're insane) in order to brutalise your enemies in a manner that feels distinctly un-assassinlike. In this way the assassinations too are repetitive in one sense. The different setting and conditions of each assassination does offer enough variety to keep interest though. However, during the last spurt of gameplay you are forced to rely entirely on close combat, which the game doesn't really do a fantastic job of; making it generally easy and rather boring and tedious.

The setting and scenes of the game can't really be flawed too much in my opinion. After all, it makes a reasonably good job of making each town different from the other; all are fun to jump from roof to roof in and in general the game environments are very pleasant and enjoyable.

I think that perhaps one of the game's greatest niggles is: guards spotting Altair with such great ease. It's rather ridiculous how easily one can be spotted by an aimlessly wandering troupe of guards. I already mentioned in my "Assassin's Creed First Impressions" post how very, very irritating it is that just for having fun galloping wildly on my fierce stallion, speeding off to my next destination, I can have my shins hacked off so easily. In the towns I admit that this problem is less prevalent; yet all too often have I just stumbled across a band of five or so guards that have the express purpose of serving my ass on a platter in mind. One arbitrary note here: why oh goddamn WHY do lepers and beggar women only bother Altair!? It really does irritate me that they're injected into the game purely as obstacles for the player, which really does make them feel badly integrated into the game.

Another weird thing that the game pulls is it's sci-fi, arguably "main", plot. I admit that it makes pulling out sequels that much easier, which is obviously it's purpose; however, I would have been much happier just playing as Altair and seeing everything through his eyes instead of having to follow Desmond's plot along with Altair's and sort of seeing Altair's story as a corollary of Desmond's. Overall though, the plot is pretty tolerable and was enough to keep me interested in the game after a while.

All in all, Assassin's Creed probably isn't worth getting in my opinion. The highlights of the game were: the parkour hopping from building to building which is probably done better by titles like Prince Of Persia and the like, and the assassinations which (while quite enjoyable) were much too few and far between to redeem the irksome flaws of the game.

Bang, bang

By Nicola Brooks

Chapter one

But I can assure you, I am not a gift to them. I am a party piece! I was only there to complete the family album and nothing more - and the money you ask? The money was never mine. He always restricted us and so it never had a chance to spoil me. It was as if I never had it at all, especially after last summer when they caught me in the closet with another woman, which was completely innocent of course, or at least it would have been had they believed me when I said it was the only place in the house without a smoke alarm! They never liked me smoking.

The blonde woman sat across from me, lets her eyes drift from mine to my lips and says nothing. She waits, she expects me to continue.

“Jesus, I said too much!” I nod knowing to well that I ramble when I’m nervous.

“If their reputation, then surely their money also, no? Both come hand in hand!”

Her voice is soft and drowns me with desire, I can tell by the look in her eye that she knows it. I smile before looking left at the bar tender and raise my glass to order another drink. I look back at her to see a cigarette between her lips and then her hand slides the open box to my side of the table.

“Do you want one?” she asks and her voice makes my back arch making me just that little bit closer to her.

“No, thank you.” I smile weakly, “I haven’t had one in about a week now.”

She pouts and takes another drag before putting it out in the marble astray sat between us. “Sorry” she says in a smoky breath and leans back in her chair.

I am mesmerized by her every move and it takes me ten seconds or more before I respond. “It’s Ok, don’t stop on my behalf, I know I wouldn’t!” I admit though wonder if I am too honest for our first engagement. But I am assured as her face softens and seems to tell me otherwise.

“So…” she begins but is interrupted as the waiter stands above us and fills my glass from a wine bottle. Nodding my thanks he slips away without a word. She looks cautiously at me as she leans in again, “Just how much is this inheritance of yours worth?”

My back straightens and I shy away. I was enjoying the flow of conversation and for a moment I lost myself, maybe she was only after one thing? Yes of course, the money! I casually check around us and then move forward until our lips are only inches apart, “Millions!” I whisper.

A spark fly’s through her eyes, “Millions” she repeats with a sense of satisfaction and once again leans back in her seat. “So, you hire me and bang, bang! You get your money, your three story mansion and more importantly you get to step out of the closet!” she lays the plan out for me and it’s as simple as it sounds.

“Bang, bang?” I ask warily.

“Yes, well…” she watches my face for a reaction; she senses a gun to be a bad idea. “We have yet to discuss how, don‘t we?” she finishes.

“And I never said I was in the closet!” I defend though I know to well I have been flirting with her.

“Ah, but you did” her eyebrow raises as she waits for me to catch up.

I sit there stifled by it and try to remember if and when I’d said that. She was right, I had. Remembering I smile “Right!” and sip my drink which had been sat untouched till now.

“Would it be too soon to suggest heading back to yours, to err, discuss this more?”

I am sure the tone in her voice suggests more than is expected and I can only nod in agreement. She waits for me to finish my drink and I pretty much down it. Minutes later she stands and moves past me toward the door, but before I follow her I pick up the nearly full packet of cigarettes she’d left behind and slide them in my pocket for later. I have a feeling I will need them.

We had taken a taxi and sat side by side in the back where her knee casually rubbed against mine every time the car took a turn. We sat in silence; apart from answering the driver when he asked “Good night ladies?”

“It’s only just beginning” she’d told him in that sultry voice.

My hand being sweaty, slides on the door handle as I turn it but soon enough the door opens and I politely allow her to enter first. As she moves in front of me I wipe my sweaty palms on my jeans, I am nervous and I'm sure that she knows it. I light the room with a few lamps here and there and head for the kitchen.

“Drink?” I call out.

“Yes, thanks!”

I step reach for the top shelf and my eye catches the piece of paper stuck on the fridge by a fridge magnet. It's her number and written below it, her alias Coco. It had taken me weeks to pick up the courage to contact her, but the moment I heard her voice I was glad I had. Looking at her now as she relaxes on my sofa, I am even more tense than before!

“So, Coco, can you tell me your real name?” I call out from the kitchen.

“No.” she say's simply.

I am tempted to ask more but I keep quiet - she is an assassin after all! The image of her holding a gun in her hand runs through my mind and quickly I shake it off! It does nothing for my nerves. I keep my eye on her as she takes a seat on the sofa. I reach into the cupboard, my fingers lingering on the neck of the Gin bottle which seems ideal!

“Is this OK?” I call out, show her the bottle when our eyes meet.

She smiles “Perfect!” she turns away and begins to take her jacket black leather off, revealing a tight black shirt underneath.

I lift the bottle with both hands and began to pour. I was watching her cross her legs and it wasn't until the liquid overflowed and proceeded to drown the glass in a pool of costly port that I realised what I‘d done.

“Shit!” I curse and immediately blush as she looks over to see what has happened.

“You need a hand with that?”

Before I can answer she stands and heads toward me with a sensual swagger, a walk that can only be described as foreplay.

“Sorry” I apologise whilst taking a cloth to the spill with shaky hands.

“Give me your hands” she asks reaching out to take them.

I hesitate but let go of the cloth and place my wet hands in hers. She looks at them and for a moment say's nothing. Then her fingers began to gently massage mine. It’s a strange feeling, knowing this woman could be so gentle yet, not so much.

“Just relax, we don't have to talk about it just yet.” her voice settles me, her eye's all the time looking down. “You’re allowed to be anxious, concerned and frightened… excited even!”

Only now she looks up sharply and I search her eyes. I can see that she is genuinely concerned for me, it makes my stomach turn; I like it. Maybe this is the way she deals with all of her clients; maybe this is part of her business. Then again maybe not; the thought makes me smile and I watch our fingers entwine, I want nothing more than for her to suck the liquor off of my fingers.

She notices the change in me and raises her eyebrow “Ok?" to which I nod and then gently pull them back to finish getting her a drink.

“Blackwood’s Vintage Gin” she say's with her head tilted to one side so she can read the bottle.

“It’s not available here, only in Scotland” I pass her the glass, our fingers touching just slightly “My father always took regular trips and brought it back with him.”

I watch her as she sips the beverage and lets it wash in her mouth before swallowing, finally giving a nod in approval.

“It was my father’s favourite. He’d hide it in the bedroom cabinet and have a shot or two when my mother wasn’t looking. When I was a child he’d threaten me into not telling her” I pick up my glass and take the drink in one go, placing the empty glass down with a heavy hand.

“This was his bottle!” I smirk; firing something in her she places her glass to her lips and lifts it, swallowing it as I had done in one shot.

“Nice!” she breathes huskily from her throat where the liquor burnt. “At least he has good taste, if anything” she pushes her glass toward me.

"I'm not sure his tailor would agree with that statement" I said filling each glass again and then I drank it as fast as the first, placing the glass aside. "I have to show you what I mean!" I tell her and with the bottle in my hand head toward my bedroom.

I hear her empty glass hit the side and look back to see her following me, just as I’d expected. I wait and when she enters I hold out a photo frame to her “That’s him on the left is the dashing suit, my mother on the right.”

She takes the frame and turns it into the light from the other room, my bedroom light not on. She looks up “You’re missing from the family photo!” She say's passing it back and looks around my room.

“You can keep this one, for future reference” I tell her and begin taking the picture out. I look up to pass her the picture to find her gone.

“Boo” she whispers into my ear from behind me “Don’t move!” she tells me with one hand on my elbow.

My muscles tense as her hand slides slowly down my back to rest on my backside, and as her hand begins fondling it I close my eyes and bite my lip to contain from speaking. Just as I relax into her she pulls away making me flinch. I turn to see her silhouette by the window and the orange glow of cigarette between her lips. She'd managed to remove the packet from my back pocket without me noticing; she is good!

“Would you like one?” She asks, for the second time that evening. I step closer, our bodies lit by the street lights outside my bedroom window. There's no need to answer her as she takes a cigarette and lifts it to my lips before putting a lighter to it.

I perch on the windowsill and began to smoke “Coco, do you tease all your clients like this?” I ask between puffs.

She stares at me before taking a single step closing the gap between us and places her lips delicately on mine. It's barely a kiss, but it a kiss none the less. She moves away and looks out the window “No” she say's taking a drag “And it’s Isabel” she tells me as she sits beside me.
 

Surprisingly enough I want to buy an 80 Assassin with Mythical. The toon has to be on a 'pve' server and female.

Kitted out in Insiduous Armour a benefit, but most important is the Mythical and the 'pve' / female.

Think you can helps mees??

Please mail me at the email addy..

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Thankees!

An inmate in a French prison has been shot dead by a sniper from outside the jail, officials say. They say another prisoner was injured in the same shooting in the south-eastern town of Varces.

The suspected gunman was arrested shortly afterwards with his gun still hot, French Justice Minister Rachida Dati says. It is the first time in France that a prisoner has been killed from outside the jail, Ms Dati says.

Five shots were fired at the exercise yard of the jail, officials say.

The prisoner who was killed was about to be questioned in a murder case, Ms Dati says. The man...also had links to organised crime.

Ms Dati says the suspected gunman is being held in custody.

Phew! You can't even be safe from violence when you're in prison.

But, seriously - must have been some serious time pressures to result in such an impetuous assassination. Like the imminent questioning.

Je dois avouer bien humblement que Desjardins est le premier personnage public, dans cette campagne électorale, à ramener sur le tapis la fameuse Loi sur la clarté, que Stéphane Dion, alors ministre responsable de l'unité canadienne, sous Jean Chrétien, a fait adopter suite au référendum de 1995, dont les résultats serrés ont effarouché tout l'establishment libéral, ainsi que la majorité des fédéralistes.  Il est vrai que plusieurs québécois ont encore cette loi de travers dans la gorge, et entendent bien lui en faire payer le prix.

Un autre passage m'a, quant à lui, fait bien rire.  Desjardins dit que "Ceux qui sont tannés d'entendre parler «social, environnemental, culturel» et qui se sentaient un peu coincés dans cette gang de sciences humaines pas d'maths, eh bien, ils vont se défouler."  Je présume qu'il parle de ceux que je tenterais de décrire comme étant la majorité silencieuse, ceux qui commencent à en avoir assez des demandes de la go-gauche socialisante, qui coûtent plutôt cher, compte tenu de ce qu'elles rapportent.  Desjardins tenterait-il de leur remettre "le nez dans leur caca", avec ce qu'il écrit par la suite, entre parenthèses, à savoir que "En fait, tout a commencé avec la publication du fameux code de vie d'Hérouxville qui interdit la lapidation des femmes adultères mais ne semble pas proscrire l'inceste. Ni les coupes à blanc, ni les mégaporcheries."  Peut-être que ce code de vie a déclenché bien des choses, mais j'ai l'impression que le rapprochement que fait Desjardins, entre les gens qui ont autre chose à penser que les artistes, et l'absurdité du code de vie d'Hérouxville, est un couteau à deux tranchants; si d'un côté il dénonce le fait qu'une certaine droite, sans foi ni loi (quoi que c'est plutôt le contraire est normalement associé à la droite), est ressortie de toute l'affaire des accommodements raisonnables, de l'autre côté, il risque de laisser croire que la majorité silencieuse ne comprend rien à rien (comme si les gens n'étaient pas capables de comprendre le sens réel du code de vie d'Hérouxville), ce qui donnerait, comme résultat, que toute cette partie de la population pourrait se sentir insultée par un tel rapprochement.  Cette insulte pourrait même se confirmer davantage pour les plus croyants, parmi cette majorité silencieuse, compte tenu de l'attaque que Desjardins fait envers le clergé, dans le paragraphe qui suit, dans sa lettre.

Le chanteur tente ensuite une image choc en disant que "la droite décomplexée, ça sort la strap."  Il donne ensuite des exemples.  "Ça met en prison pour la vie des kids de quatorze ans qui ont perdu la tête à un moment donné."  Peut-être que si c'était ses propres parents, qui étaient lâchement assassinés par ledit kid de quatorze ans, il voudrait peut-être le voir en prison à vie, lui aussi.  "Ça laisse un ressortissant juvénile canadien se faire juger en cour martiale américaine à Guantanamo."  Faudrait-il d'abord spécifier de quoi le ressortissant juvénile canadien est accusé, au juste; peut-être que la cour martiale américaine à Guantanamo est le meilleur endroit pour le juger, selon les gestes qu'on lui reproche.  La question, c'est que dans plusieurs pays, dont le Canada, la justice a fait preuve de largesse envers de nombreux individus, au point que plusieurs proches de victimes disent que la justice est plus clémente pour les accusés que pour leurs victimes.  C'est ben beau, de laisser une chance à un accusé, afin qu'il puisse refaire sa vie dans le droit chemin, mais avec le temps, beaucoup de repris de justice ont profité de ces largesses, et il faut donc donner un coup de barre dans l'autre sens, afin de ramener un peu plus de fermeté, dans la justice.

Évidemment, on se doutait bien que Desjardins allait revenir sur l'affaire des "Artisses", puisqu'il en fait lui-même partie.  Comme tous les autres, il "oublie" de mentionner que les 45 millions$ coupés font partie d'un budget beaucoup plus vaste, qui varie entre 2,1 et 3,2 milliards$, selon les sources.  On pourrait peut-être lui rappeler que les 20% des artistes qui font plus de 20,000$ par année (compte tenu que 80% d'entre-eux font moins de 20,000$, il faut donc croire que l'autre 20% fait plus, et même beaucoup plus, pour certains) pourraient peut-être contribuer davantage, que ce soit en temps, en argent, ou autrement, à la formation des artistes de la relève, au sein des écoles de formation "qui passent à la trappe", comme le dit Desjardins lui-même.  Il tente un autre rapprochement, cette fois avec l'achat d'hélicoptères militaires, laissant croire que ces hélicos ne servent qu'en temps de guerre.  Lors de sauvetages maritimes, par exemple, les hélicoptères actuels de l'armée canadienne ne sont plus vraiment fiables, et un jour ou l'autre, il faut bien les remplacer.  Tout comme Desjardins doit bien remplacer sa voiture, de temps en temps.

Si l'armée canadienne a comme mission d'aller rétablir la démocratie, en Afghanistan, c'est parce que les afghans en ont fait la demande, et que le Canada est membre de l'ONU, et de l'OTAN, donc qu'il doit faire sa part, là-bas.  Si nous ne sommes pas au Soudan, au Zimbabwe, en Arabie Saoudite, en Birmanie, en Chine ou en Russie, c'est probablement parce que ces pays n'en ont pas fait la demande.

Ensuite, Desjardins entremêle l'économie, les jobs, l'environnement, et le contrôle étranger d'entreprises canadiennes, dans un genre de labyrinthe à travers lequel une chatte y perdrait ses petits.  C'est quoi, le rapport, entre la pollution causée par l'extraction massive du pétrole bitumineux de l'Alberta, et le contrôle étranger d'une fonderie de cuivre de son coin de pays?  Pourrait-il comprendre que sans ces intérêts étrangers, les entreprises en question seraient peut-être fermées, aujourd'hui?  Pourrait-il admettre que sans des contrôles fermes des dépenses gouvernementales, on pourrait dire, comme lui-même l'a fait dans l'un de ses propres spectacles, qu'à cause de la récession économique actuelle, la lumière, au bout de tunnel, est fermée jusqu'à nouvel ordre?

C'est facile de dire, à propos de Harper, "Bloquons lui la route et construisons la nôtre. Malgré le PQ, complètement perdu dans son suicide."  Mais justement.  Ta route, Desjardins, elle consiste en quoi?  Si tu as une meilleure idée de ce qu'il faut faire, pourquoi tu ne mets pas ta face sur des pancartes, à Rouyn-Noranda, dans l'espace laissé vacant par les libéraux?  Pourquoi ne fais-tu pas le saut en politique?  Avec tous les contacts que tu as su tisser, au fil des ans, tu aurais certainement de quoi faire une organisation du tonnerre, non?  Si tu crois que le chemin des conservateurs n'est pas le bon, dans quoi veux-tu embarquer le peuple québécois?  Dans le bloc?  Ça fait 18 ans que ça dure, et depuis l'arrivée des conservateurs, le Québec commence à peine à reprendre sa respiration, au niveau économique.  La situation actuelle a besoin d'un coup de barre vers la droite, afin de revenir sur la bonne voie.  Et ce n'est définitivement pas Richard Desjardins qui va le donner.

Alors, si le chanteur de l'Abitibi veut barrer le chemin à Harper, lundi soir à 17 heures, au Forestel, à Val-d'Or, il ne doit pas compter sur moi.  Pas parce que je refuse de faire les 6 heures et 4 minutes, et les 525 kilomètres, qui séparent ma résidence du lieu dit, selon Google Maps; j'habiterais en-face que je n'irais pas plus.

When Spencer Grant, an ex-law enforcement officer, who's living off the grid, tries to reacquaint with Valerie Keene, a waitress who dazzled him in a bar, he discovers she's being hunted by government officials on a mission to kill her. From what he knows of her, they can't possibly have good reason for wanting her dead. His quest to find her makes him the target of an assassin, who works for the shadow agency hunting Valerie and kills emotionally wounded or physically hindered individuals to show them mercy.

While tracking down Valerie with his trusty, skittish dog, Rocky, by his side, the internally and externally scarred Spencer must not only uncover a buried memory that haunts his dreams and is just a breath away but also avoid the most efficient eyes and ears on the planet. Finally reuntied, he and Valerie embark on the run of their lives in a nail-biting chase.

Frustrated and peeved, the assassin pulls out all the stops and drudges up Spencer's worst nightmare to use as a snare, jerking various characters into a stomach-churning climax, leaving readers cringing and unsure as to who if any of them will survive.

I enjoyed the researched details, from the Eucalyptus Red Gum problem in L.A. to the high-tech surveillance to the computer hacking to the too-kind Mormon police. And I also appreciated Koontz's skill in weaving the past and present and using dream sequences in a non-clumsy way. Any inserted backstory was gripping rather than weighty. And I love conspiracies so the shadow government thing worked for me. He made it believable and chilling.

I found this ride suspenseful and enjoyed it very much. The ending had some sweet justice, kind of, but left things a little messy. I wish Koontz had turned the tables and allowed the monster to kill the creator so to speak. If you've read the book, you know what I mean. A twist of irony would have been delicious and I was disappointed he didn't pull the trigger. Also, Valerie makes a point to say she'll have to kill the one who's after her, but the story never had that confrontation. I was teased into believing it would enter into the novel at the end and was annoyed it didn't.

All in all though, I enjoyed the story but just wish the ending had been a bit more tidy and satisfying. It could have been with better choices by Koontz.

If you want to read a well-researched book with round characters, a suspenseful plot with expertly interwoven threads of past and present, and a cool dog who finally gets his day to be a hero, check it out.

Matti Juhani Saari, a 22-year-old culinary arts student, at the Seinäjoki University of Applied Sciences in Kuhajoki, a city in western Finland, shot and fatally injured ten people with a semi automatic weapon before committing suicide by shooting himself in the head. He was pronounced dead at Tampere University Hospital. The gunman was a second year student in a Bachelor of Hospitality degree program.

The police said yesterday that, a day after the bloodbath that the assassin had left a “hate message” in the student dorm where he resided. However, the full contents of the message have not yet been revealed. People have been in an uproar since it came to light that police inaction may have enabled Saari to carry out his murderous plot. This is the second massacre in less than a year in the Scandinavian country. The other was at the Jokela School in November 2007, where eight people were killed. Prior to that, only one other school shooting was ever reported in Finland, in Rauma in 1989, when two people were killed.

Before the attack, the police had received serious warnings and interrogated the young man. In what seems inexcusable now, they didn’t even take away his Walther P22 Target semi-automatic firearm and allowed him to keep his carrying permit. The criminal had uploaded several videos in the YouTube Internet portal, stating that he was for gun ownership.

After the interrogation with the police concluded Monday, which ended without any preventive measures being taken, the assassin uploaded a new video in which he mimics shooting into the camera and says in English, “you will be the next one to die.” The police were alerted again but did nothing about this incident either.

The end result is that 11 people, including the gunman, are dead and the police have not yet offered any answers to the relevant questions. At TicosLand.com, we express our condolences to the grieving families for their loss. We will also leave it up to our readers in Costa Rica and around the world to draw their own conclusions.

Information translated from:

http://rappelz.omg.com.tw/events/20080916/page_2.html
http://rappelz.omg.com.tw/events/20080916/page_2_2.html

(I skipped these two pages of the info since they are are kinda redundant, and jump right into the juicy part)

http://rappelz.omg.com.tw/events/20080916/page_2_3.html

Number 2: Resting Place of the White Dragon(aka, TotA)
Number 3: Teleportation Gate of Icefield Basin.
Number 4: Shadow of the Dark Dragon(aka, your guess is good as mine).
Number 5: Heart of the Sand Dragon(aka, your guess is good as mine).

The beetle is the boss of "Shadow of the Dark Dragon", called "Berserk Guilt".

The thingy stand on two feet is the boss of "Heart of the Sand Dragon", called "Evil Indian Warrior"(don't look at me. . . )

Recommended lvls for both dungeons are 150 and up, with higher recommendation for "Heart of the Sand Dragon".

Number 5 on both dungeons are teleportation points linking to the Icefield Basin, if I am not mistaken. . .

http://rappelz.omg.com.tw/events/20080916/page_2_4.html

This the the juicy part, info. about the mythical and ultimate R7 equips. . .

White Dragon Equips: Resting Place of the White Dragon(TotA)
Dark Dragon Equip: "Shadow of the Dark Dragon"
Sand Dragon Equip: "Heart of the Sand Dragon"

Now, by combining equips of the same type will give you additional effects:

Armor + Weapon = Max HP increase
Armor + Helm. = Max MP increase
Armor + Weapon + Helm. = Uber stats increase, in additional to both Max HP and Max MP increase, you will get boosts for str, vit, agi, dex, int, wis, and luc.

I don't have the exact figures, but I think these equips are permanent, as far as I can tell. . .

ty to darence

metaforum

But, the problem is, in MGS4, you hardly find any enemy go alone. They usually go by groups and that will make things harder for you. Luckily, I just find a way to make it a little easier, you just need a little patience to do this.

Where? Remember the scene when you encounter Akiba for the first time and you get the drum? From that scene, go up a little bit, you can see a white rebel guy standing in the corner facing away from you. do whatever you want to him. You can search his body (to get the Ant and Gibbon emblem also), then kill him. Then, run and hide at the ladder. Another guy will go to the EXACT location( very convenient, huh?), do this 50 times and keep your alerts under 25 and you're good to go. Below is a video clip show how to do it

Note:in this video clip, I used the Syringe only for fun. It doesn't have any effect on your record.

By the way, if you wonder what will happen when you kill the rebels, they will turn against you of course, but there is an easy way to make them friendly again. There is a bunch of PMC soldiers up ahead, clim the ladder, use the mortar to kill all of them, after that, the rebels will be your friends again( sometime I wish life will be easy like that)

And if you don't need the emblems, just the costume, there is a code for it:aottrykmyn

If you have any idea or tip to play this game, feel free to post a little comment, thank you!

Have fun!!!

also of note, shubei is asking to extend the increased drop rate event.

New Packages in Item Shop! September 22,2008
Ultimate Buff Packages for Ranged Characters and Casters are now available in the Item Shop!

Ultimate Buff Package - Ranged includes 20 Purified Pieces of Dexterity, Agility, and Vitality for 900 gPotatoes!!

Ultimate Buff Package - Casters includes 20 Purified Pieces of Intelligence, Wisdom, and Vitality for 840 gPotatoes!!

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On the 3rd episode, he was ordered by the "company" boss (his client), not to call him anymore unless he finishes his mission - killing Scofield and Borrows.

On the 4th episode he calls the boss although he has not finished the mission yet. He consults the boss about new ways to catch those 2 brothers. The boss is listening and approving his suggestion.

mmmm... A Scrumist guy , isn't it?

Basically, at the beginning of each week, you are assigned a target. Your job over the course of the week is to "kill" that target by hitting them with a sock. Once you've successfully done that, you will get a new target for the next week (probably the person that your original target was supposed to try to kill). But watch out! There is also someone trying to kill you. The goal is to be the last one standing- so for a week the campus is full of very paranoid people carrying around socks & talking about killing other people. Quite funny, really.

Last time this was played was my freshman year, and I was killed within a few hours. This time, however, I'm doing AWESOME! I haven't killed my target yet, but the person who was trying to kill me was killed [[so I'm basically safe for the week]]. I'm planning an attack today- so I'll post later and keep you updated on my status in the game :)

♥Jen

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shubei came to visit our pt for fun and gave us some mini-buffs. He also mentioned increased drops next week. WOOT.

More news to come I am sure.

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I couldn't get the better video to show up, but you really should check the video that girl has up.

(Source: Thatgirlssite.com)

Because of this, I wanted to make a "how to dp with high level pets" guide. This will not be the gold standard of guides, and some may have other ideas, but it is a start.

What is a dungeon party?

- see the dungeon party guide here and others

What is a high level pet?

- A high level pet is defined as any pet of a higher level than party members. I would further split this up into r4, r5, evo3, and r6 pets. The higher the level above the party members, the better off the party will be for the party.

- HLP is an abbreviation for a high level pet

What pets can be used?

- technically any pet can be used but usually a desired pet is one that can tank and keep aggro. If party members are smart even a pet without the area of effect skill or threat toggle can effectively be used.

- even bps and rps can tank if they are high enough but ideally you would use the bp to heal and the rp to dd

- my favorite high level pets to use are angel and hawk for tanking and the kenta for damage dealing, if possible.

Why are high level pets different from my same level pet?

- although the high level pets are not as strong on lower level characters (they are nerfed), they still are stronger than a  pet the same level as the owner due to higher stats, better skills, high level skills, and better equipment. They also have an inherent dodge bonus due to the level difference between themselves and the mobz

So how do we make sure things go well?

- You need to treat the high level pet as if you would treat a tank

- Let the pet keep the attention or aggro of the mobz - ALL the mobz

- Let the pet hit the pulled mob first

- Let the pet hit the chipped mob first

- DO NOT solo a mob - ideally the clerics can damage deal if the pet does all the tanking.

- If you are being attacked by a mob and cannot solo effectively, do not keep attacking it. Let the high level pet or the tank character in your party take it from you OR use a crowd control spell and do not attack it (stun, sleep, nightmare, etc)

- Realize that in most cases if you do not follow the above rules and you die, it is usually your fault, especially if you are pulling 10+ mobz at a time because if the cleric heals you he will die

- Do I have to have a high level pet to party with people who have high level pets - no not at all. Just do not demand one when partying

Well, that is a short guide but enough for now. Hope it helps :)

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