Zakalwe
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Hey Zakalwe,
1. You can close tabs. (Right click on nick in whisper-tab) But yeah, this is confusing.
2. I agree with you. Some red flashing icon on the social-bar - or something.
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Good to know you can close it, but they really should change it to tab controlled.
Thanks for that though, it was driving me insane.
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1. We need to be able to close tabs
2. The notification for a received whisper needs to be more prominent
3. Sometimes whispers are being spread over multiple tabs, and replies appear in a completely unrelated tab
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pls close.
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Bump for funs.
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See, but tailoring all the rewards to casual players means that people who are -actually- investing time in the game are given a watered-down challenge.
Challenge? There is zero challenge here, just grind.
There is nothing good about the grind in this game disguising the extreme lack of gameplay content.
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Beta is getting less and less a valid excuse as we approach official launch dates.
I'm burnt out. I put 400 hours in and I have no further reason to play after obtaining every weapon I'm interested in and adding multi-forma to all my favourite gear. There literally is nothing to this game but the grind for new items. -
"- Volt's Speed boost won't affect other player's FOV"
Finally.
Actually hate this change, the FOV switch was fun.
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400 hours
Not a single Tactical Pump
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This inane idea that Warframe being a coop game meaning that solo players should get shafted at every turn is sickening to say the least...
Way to over-dramatise the situation. "Sickening"? I honestly think you need to re-focus.
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Really surprised over the excitement about this. I really don't want these things as It makes me feel like I'm being bought off in a way. I've been here since closed beta and invested a good amount of money into the game because I saw that it had a lot of potential, but today I regret buying into founders. So many overdue/obviously needed changes pointed out by the community since closed have yet to be addressed or even shown interest from the devs. They insist they read the forums, yet the only one who will actually respond will be megan or rebecca. How the hell can you be satisfied? Not saying that there hasn't been any good, but their focused is worrying.
You obviously haven't been a part of many other beta phases or dev communities...
DE may not be perfect, they may have made some mistakes, but they're almost alone in their willingness to admit their errors, apologise, and attempt to make up for them.
Warframe still has a way to go, I'm not convinced entirely that it will end up being the game I hoped it would when I invested my money, but I do appreciate the way DE have handled things in relative terms.
As for this offer, they didn't need to do this any more than they needed to hand out the platinum apology. People are excited because it's an unexpected bonus, a little gift. It's not going to change the facts about he game itself, and I'm fairly DE aren't stupid enough to think they could bribe people into blindness.
It's a nice gesture, and one I appreciate.
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To clarify:
The platinum deal has ended.This months giveaway is the Starter Pack which includes an xp and credit booster and a potatoed Braton.
If you signed up to the first deal last month and remain subscribed, they automatically sent you the code for the new giveaway.If you signed up recently to get the platinum and have only received the new giveaway code, I thik it's safe to assume you missed the first.
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If you signed up in time and you're sure of it, then you need to follow the instructions in the magazine to the letter. If you sent them an email letting them know you didn't receive your code, but you didn't send the email receipt for your subscription, they would have ignored your email. It states this clearly.Try again, make sure you do it properly, and keep following it up if you should have received it.
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In the UK you can buy cards from GAME that allow you to add to your steam wallet. Perhaps there's a way for you to purchase one of these cards from an reputable online vendor?
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Okay, but like I've been saying what if they make it more exclusive by making it rarer and older then a Prime Frame? This way not only would you have an exclusive frame, you'd have the only frame of that TYPE. ONLY that one type of Origin Frame would exist.
There is no "more" exclusive.
The entire point is that this is the ONLY way to EVER get the prime version of these items.
If you take that away, you ruin what exclusive means for many of the people who spent money with good faith.
It's not about it being rarer or older, it's about this being the ONLY way to EVER get the prime of these items.
Sorry to repeat myself there, but the point needs to be hammered home.
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Yes, that is THEIR problem. That's why I'm proposing a solution on THEIR forums. I see no reason why you guys can't keep your exclusive gear AND have a different Warframe called the Excalibur Prime available to players through the void like EVERY other bit of Prime gear.
The very fact that this is the only way to obtain the prime Excalibur, that there will never be one in game, this is the exact reason many founders bought their packs. The "exclusive" doesn't just apply to the fact the items can't be obtained again, but the fact that this will remain the only way to have ever obtained these particular prime items.
So no, renaming the founders items and releasing a different Excalibur Prime would ruin much of what was exclusive about the offer.
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Nova is made for things like T3 Void runs and level 100+ enemies as should all frames be made for?
You don't balance content against the extremes.
The reason M.Prime is overpowered is because, in 90% of the game! a nova can remove all threat from an area before a team mate has had the chance to contribute. Any standard level in game aside from a higher defense or mobile defense, and I can clear rooms using a nova before my team knows what's happened.
This is bad for co-op. Co-op is about people contributing together, not watching a Nova prime the room and remove all opportunity for interaction.
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I think the replies lost the point.. He's wondering where the "value" part came from on the founders page (if you haven't seen it, look by the price of each one). He's not saying that he doesn't support DE.
Ahh, you don't see the "value" once you've bought a founders pack. It just lists the price to upgrade to each subsequent tier.
The founders packs were placed before platinum vouchers, so ignore those.
Maybe they did a rough estimate of what the Prime items would sell for on the platinum market and added that on top? I still don't see how they reached the figures they did, though.
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Well done indeed, its refreshing to read from the point of view of a faction other than the Tenno.
Thanks. :)
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Kill stealing can be a valid complaint.
When it happens to the extent that you rob others of a chance of making a contribution.
Co-op means working together, which means every player has a chance to actually play the game and make a contribution to that co-op.
If I take a level 30, potatoed, multi forma'd frame with similar weapons to terminus and run through the map destroying everything before the other three players get a chance to engage with the actual gameplay, then I'm pretty much ruining their experience.
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This is great! It captures the grimdark of the world while still giving the Grineer humanity and pride, and shows off their uncompromising nature.
Well done!
Thanks a bunch!
The story will get more interesting as it progresses, the first two parts were simply to set the mood.
Part III coming soon.
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Part II
The world slowly returned to focus.
The Soldier could hear the sounds of his brothers and sisters collecting themselves. Grunts of pain and anger. There were dead amongst the bodies sprawled across the mesh steel of the lobby floor.
What the hell had hit them? It had moved too fast to be real.
The Commander was already up, standing at the far end of the room growling down the comms. The same, nothing was coming back. Contact with operations was lost, the Technician reported it could be a result of the attack but he'd have to run some scans to be sure.
The Commander cursed in frustration and flung his headpiece across the room, the room lit up with Gorgan fire as the comm unit was obliterated in a hail of metal. He spun the rifle down and slung it. The squad grunted their approval at the show of rage, the Solider felt the pride swell – Grineer superiority, domination born from an effortless violence, survival for the strongest alone – but the swell receded to an ebb as he surveyed the wake of the attack.
Pieces of what used to be elite Grineer were strewn in pools of dark crimson. Dozens lay either dead or dying, contorted into impossible shapes. The attacker had managed to obliterate half the squad in what had felt like seconds. The Soldier moved through the carnage. A corpse hung bolted to the wall, a thin rod of heated metal piercing the left eye socket of its armour. The Soldier grabbed hold of the rod and yanked it free, his suit registered the burn damage to his glove but he didn't let go. He held the rod up, it was smooth and extremely light, the edges looked razor sharp. He scratched it across the wall, it cut with the slightest pressure. His suit alarm reached critical and he flung the rod across the room. It embedded itself in the bulkhead.
This technology was above theirs, it was above even the Corpus. Whatever this thing was, it was not from this ship and it had the advantage, but they had the will. The Soldier remembered the screams and the sounds of metal cutting through metal, and bone, and wet flesh. His stomach clenched, but the conditioning took over.
An impressive display, but not one that will be repeated. This enemy will learn our true nature.
He turned back to the squad and watched as the Technician played back a recording of the attack. After the flash, a single assailant had emerged from the elevator. It moved in a blur, too fast to be seen. The recording displayed an analysis of the attack pattern and the Technician relayed his findings to the Commander. The attacker hadn't been attempting to engage them, it had simply moved through them. The Commander pondered the report. The scans showed the assailant had moved away at speed, the likelihood that it would return seemed low. It was either moving with intent toward an unknown target, or fleeing from something. They would prepare for another engagement, but move on with their primary objective.
The Technician said he could rig a filter to help protect against a second attack from the blinding device should they run into the assailant again, it wouldn't prevent incapacitation but it would speed recovery, he would also set each suit to switch to the environmental sensors as soon as the weapon was triggered. The Commander grunted his approval and ordered the squad to step in line for suit calibration. The Technician went to work making the adjustments.
The Soldier got in line to wait his turn, he watched the technician grab at one of his brother’s helmets. The Grineer was complaining his head hurt, for the Technician to take it easy, the Technician finished making his adjustments then smacked the man's helmet hard with the bottom of his multitool. The Grineer shrieked in pain. The Technician told the man perhaps he was ready for a promotion minding the children back at the vats, he was certainly brave enough to be considered for the post. The Grineer spat a curse as a female beside him let out a high pitch laugh
The Commander walked down the line assessing his troops. He stopped in front of the Soldier and looked him up and down. The Solider stood tall, eyes ahead, awaiting an order, determined to obey.
The Commander told him he'd seen the way the Soldier had handled himself on the record of the attack, that while others had fumbled and died easy after the initial blast, the soldier had picked himself up quickly and switched to his suit's environment sensors and immediately focused his fire on the assailant. How when the assailant has turned to face him, the soldier had dodged behind a blinded squadmate to use his body as a meatshield. That when the body had fallen the Soldier had immediately advanced from behind it, his Gakata fire catching the assailant off guard and causing him to relent his attack. The Commander was impressed by his resolve, the lack of compassion in the heat of battle, that necessary switch that had flicked and turned everything into a game piece with a set of simple rules and truths.
The Soldier acknowledged the praise, but didn't let it taint him.
My will is the will of the Empire. It requires no thought, only surrender.
The Commader nodded his approval. He told the Soldier he'd have need of his skills, to be ready to be called upon. The Soldier saluted his obedience. The Commander was about to say something more when he was interrupted by a shout from across the room.
The lift had kicked back into life, it had been called back by something on the lower level. The Commander shouted orders as the squad readied themselves to face whatever was coming up from below. This time they were prepared.
They fell into formation and waited. The air went still, heartbeats quickened as adrenaline surged through tightened muscles, weapons and suits hummed as they primed themselves for the attack. Oiled cogs in a perfect machine.
The doors opened, and a member of the Recon team stumbled out of the elevator falling to his knees in front of the squad. His armour was torn from his belly to his head, his entire upper body exposed. The skin had been torn away and huge tumours burst from underneath, a mound of diseased flesh sat pulsating where his face should have been. The thing that used to be a Grineer picked itself up off its knees, then suddenly charged forward. The Commander stepped to meet it, spinning at the final moment and catching the thing with the back of his elbow sending it crashing into the wall. The squad cheered as the Commander bellowed a battle cry, but the thing was fast and before the Commander had a chance to ready his stance it was on him again.
The Soldier moved without thinking. Everything seemed to slow as his senses attuned to the moment. He jumped in front of his Commander and grabbed the creature's flailing limbs with both hands. It struggled against him with an insane strength, the servos in the Soldier's armour ramped up as they took the strain. He saw the Commander move to his right and signal for the Soldier to push the thing into a clear line of fire. The Soldier shouted with the effort as he twisted his weight and threw it into the middle of the lobby. It landed in a heap, but sprung up immediately and let out a twisted cry. Its flesh took on a glowing hue, the tumours pulsated faster as if a pressure was building, then it charged. Both men raised their rifles and opened fire on their target, it exploded in a cloud of flesh and blood. The two Grineer stood hard into the blast as their suit servos compensated against the force. The cheers of the squad became a roar.
The Soldier let his muscles relax as he wiped his visor clear of blood. The Commander came up beside him and grabbed his shoulder. The two men met each others gaze, a silent exchange of respect. The squad went quiet as the Commander held up a hand.
Something on this ship has corrupted Grineer purity. This heresy must be found, and it must be purged. We will go into the belly of this beast and cut out its cancer, we will destroy anything that stands against the will of the Empire. For the glory!
FOR THE GLORY!
The Commander watched as the squad moved into the elevator and readied themselves. The Technician reported his analysis of the creature they'd fought and told them the biological make-up was alien to their records. He recommended all soldiers switch to on-board oxygen to avoid risk of contamination. This could be something the Corpus created, some kind of biological weapon, or it could be something they'd found. Without knowing exactly what had caused the mutation, they should take every precaution. The inhabitants of this ship were missing, it could be a result of the same infection. And there was the mysterious assailant to consider.
The Commander nodded. The Soldier relayed the command to the squad. The Grineer switched to personal life-support and primed their weapons. The Technician hit the panel and the elevator begun its descent into the bowls of the machine.
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The name of the main character from the book Use of Weapons by the late (and great) Ian M Banks.
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Yes, let's remove the element of timing involved that adds a little skill and make it as dumb and easy as M.Prime...
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A Warframe Fanfiction
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A Short story/series I'm working on. It focuses on the Grineer, their first contact with the Tenno and a terrifying new lifeform. I'm not sure exactly where this would fit in the timeline of current lore, or if it contradicts anything in particular. I may work it eventually so it's fully accurate, or just take a few liberties here and there.
I've added a new Grineer type, the Technician class, and I'll further personalise the characters as the story progresses. As it begins, they're faceless, cogs in the machine. As they descend and the numbers dwindle, I'll focus more on the personalities of each crew member, and bring a little humanity (as much humanity as the Grineer allow for) to the story.
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Please feel free to give feedback.
I'll update with the next instalments as I complete them.-
A Darkness Reflected
Part I
The Corpus ship hung like a deadweight in vacuum.
The machine hummed softly with the familiar sounds of an operational life support, but the Solider couldn't shake it. The emptiness of the vessel was overbearing, as if the infinity of space had compressed itself inside.
They'd found it drifting through their usual patrol route 10 hours ago and all hails had been met with dead air. Scans showed no life on board, but energy readings fluctuated strangely and could be interfering. Engineering had said the issues may be caused by malfunctioning warp capacitors but the Soldier wasn't interested in details. His rifle was primed and his senses eager. This was what he'd been grown for.
Yet he still couldn't shake it.
They'd breached the hull on the port side near the aft, operations had advised against a direct airlock dock. The risk of a hull breach had pleased the solider, he could feel his blood beginning to stir.
But now, in the coils of this enemy machine, in the empty space between worlds. What was this fear? An alien thing reaching inside his gut, twisting at the core of him. He shook his head and checked his Gakata. A tool of war, like him an ambassador of change and an extension of the greatness of his people. The fear was irrelevant, the conditioning everything. Yet it sat in his gut twisting. His head drummed as his feet marched forward.
His brothers and sisters moved behind him with brutal efficiency, synchronised through hundreds of years of biological mastery. The vats had installed in them a unity, an undying and unquestionable love for the glory of their empire, and their genes sung in unison.
“We are the battle. We are the wave of change. Glory is an inevitability!”
The mantras that every one of their breaths repeated. Each moment a footstep toward a wonderful future!
So why couldn't he shake it?
The room ahead opened into a vast chamber. The thick armour of the bulkheads was ridged and scattered with pipes and tubing. A single bridge lay suspended parallel to the structural walls between two exits. Either side dropped off for hundreds of metres until the light couldn't follow. Electricity danced across flickering panels as the ship went on in the absence of its crew.
They reached the middle of the bridge when the Commander held up a hand for them to halt. The recon team barked a report down the comms. Ahead, there were still no signs of life. They'd swept the entirety of this floor and were requesting the go to take the search down a level.
The Commander ordered to hold. He stood on the edge of the overhang staring into the belly of the ship. The Soldier couldn't tell if he shared in the unease, but the delay felt unnatural. His rifle felt heavier than it should in his hands. He watched the Commander lean over and spit into the darkness.
Something about the way the air felt, thick and slightly too warm.
The Commander hoisted his Gorgan onto his shoulder and turned to signal the move. He grunted a command to recon to sweep the next floor down as they made their way across the bridge.
At the end of the walkway, they connected to a narrow passage bathed in red light. This part of the ship was running on auxiliary back up, air levels were normal but all non essential systems had been put into hibernation. The Commander called a technician to the front of the line, the elevator Recon had taken to the lower level wasn't returning when signalled. The technician grumbled something about convoluted Corpus coding then buried his head in his work. The Soldier watched impatiently. The thing gnawing at his gut bit harder. Recon hadn't reported in on schedule.
The Commander had noticed. He sent a check down the comms but nothing came back but silence. He waited a moment then resignalled. The line stayed dead, whispering static. The elevator whirred to life as the Technician returned to his position in line.
The squad fell into ready positions. Guns trained on the elevator door. The Commander held a hand ready to signal to fire. For a second, everything was still...Then the doors opened and the room disappeared in an explosion of light.
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Could be relevant I guess. As of now there are no melee weapons that are worth using in high tier enemy situations. I like mixing it up with melee strikes.
As for it overpowering gear in other situations, most things die too quickly for it to be a problem that the new sword out ranks them. This is the same reason why using a Braton or Synapse for the majority of the game's content really only comes down to a preference for feel.
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