Fire is the best blaster set.

Let that sink in. FIRE is the best blaster primary power set.
“Uncle Dave, why is Fire the best blaster primary set?”
I’m glad you asked, children. Answer me this; what is a blaster’s job?
“Ranged damage!”
Correct. Now every set has a signature secondary effect. Ice has nifty Slow, Electricity has end drain, Assault Rife has a mixed bag of knockback and debuff, Archery has… uh… hmm… suck (but that’s a whole nother post). The point is; Fire’s secondary effect is: more damage! No other set gives you more unresisted damage options. Let’s have a look…

Shinma: (Translation from Japanese): god or demon
Suffix -el: (loosely translated from Hebrew): in God

The demon slouched in the dirty alley, waiting. Occasionally he squinted and peered up at the clouds, then looked down and spat a dark glob of phlegm on the brick next to him. He had been here a while, and was making a game out of spittle patterns on the wall. He had resolved that if he managed to spell out his name he was done waiting for the Fall.

The cheap alarm propped on the cookie table buzzed just as Chris began the describing his professional career, marked by his 37-0-1 record. Disappointed that he wasn’t able to crow more about his victories, he shrugged and headed toward the door.

“Mr. Terrell? I need to sign your release.” Said the counselor, smiling. Chris sighed and handed the councilor the folded computer printout required by the city before he could be fully licensed as a hero. He figured he could stop a few muggings, maybe stop some vandalism, then save up for an apartment and figure out what he really wanted to do from there. As it was, all his worldly possession were sold or thrown out long ago, and City Hall had a standing agreement with City of Gyros, so Chris at least knew where his next meal came from.

“You may pay the ultimate price,” Uziel began.

She nodded, wanting to get this over with. I know. I–”

He cut her off with a sharp wave of his hand. “No, you don’t. Not just your life, but your soul. Everything that makes you what you are can be devoured by this thing. There will be no afterlife for you if he wins. A mortal can know no greater peril.”

She stared at him for a long moment. “Is one soul worth the price?”

Uziel cocked an eyebrow. “Is it?”

She said nothing, but turned and entered the cavern.

Here is the first look at the Special Ops Response Team suit. I think we have agreed that the suits are for SG members lvl 40+ . Also, I’d like some input from you all as to what situations we will put on the suits. My first choice would be in PvP situations against Live Villians. Now . . . I know this will probably happen once in a lifetime but thats may request. What are yours?

For a change, Barry wasn’t put off by the skimpy outfit.

He looked around the coffee shop. There were a couple of college-age women behind the counter stealing glances at Tir and whispering behind the capuccino machine. A middle aged woman had entered the shop ten minutes ago with her teenaged son in tow. They had taken their drinks to the other side of the room, and Barry was fairly certain the woman had maneuvered the seating arrangement so the boy didn’t have a good view of the dusky superhero bombshell lounging against the wall.

“Alright, settle down kids and I’ll tell you all why you SHOULDN’T be feared of no Boogey Man, and then you can go back to sleep and leave me alone for once.” The old man leaned back in his rocker and puffed a perfect smoke ring over the heads of a crowd of youngsters. They had been anxious since being left with Uncle Teal, and the old man’s house was creepy, filled with shadows and memories.