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Well also keep in mind before we purged any colors, we had like 50 shades of grey, several shades of blue then just about every other color once upon a time. Now we've boiled it down to 8 or 9 groups which all work fine IMO. Besides, I like my purple!

Cool, now I'll probably use it

@Stop mocking me0 Hence why I asked that Staff full explains/discusses just what is expected and how HoF works. It's always been unclear of what made a Legend, and I talked with the staff a while back and came to the concensus that things needed to change. So "Legend" is now "Hall of Fame" but now we just need to officially decide what qualifies some members to possibly take on the group. And UOTM's purpose works perfectly, it puts users that you're describing on a throne for a month as a thanks for contributing to CoDz, which also includes a permanent UOTM medal. If we make another group that basically is the samething, but permanent and called something else, then what's the point of having UOTM? Yet alone makes CoDz look like we pick favorites and it becomes a popularity contest hence why the original grey Dwellers were removed, we've done that before. There's no way to properly moderate what you're talking about anyways, people would be asking left and right to be put in said group. And finally, no we're not. You're here, they're banned (or orange now). Clay made a good point that even just the quality and type of your posts speak for themselves as it. Not to mention the medals/groups we have stacked on top of that like Jolteon mentioned. Not good enough for you? Donate to CoDz. BAM blueness.

@Stop mocking me0: No one called you "selfish" but you specifically mentioned being rewarded along with others for being a good contributor in an alternative way in which we already have several ways of awarding said type of members already. UOTM is intended to give recognition to members who've made great posts and an impression on the community in the past month, and HoF is for those who've done that an beyond constantly, as you've stated. If we created another similar group, it would make the other two seem obsolete. @Black Hand Smith: That's been mentioned before and that will just do more harm than good. If you dislike a post at all, I personally would like to know why and talk about it, have a discussion. Otherwise it ends up like Facebook with a bunch of liked/disliked thread with no posts.

Interesting idea Way. I'm not sure about the whole "let's give them a free month mod trial" necessarily but, more of a VIP pass perhaps? So for example UOTM earns: +Included in upcoming Staff meetings +Able to view the graveyard forum +Stick their OWN posts etc. Edit: Could even go as far as giving members who have become UOTM some "perma perks" if you will, such as: +Increased PM space +New/personalized CoDz themes/backgrounds Or something of the like.

We do, it's called "Hall of Fame" Also, the idea about this whole "adult section" already sounds like it's just a forum waiting for trouble. Unless you're basically willing to lift some rules and put an age restriction on it, then I don't see the point in it either.

From time to time, but only with friends. In which, never are on, don't wanna play, upgraded to Xbox One OR just got tired of the fact I usually ignore them instead.

If you can or just did make it so the random topics weren't anything off topic or teammate finder related threads then it would actually be pretty handy. I've gambled with it once and I think I came across 1 or 2 actual zombie threads after about a dozen tries. I typically just browse through the "New Content" option 99% of the time.

A "Medal of all Medals" award. Now there's something to see.

I got one for ya, Hall of Fame Who what and how does that all work now?

Kasady Rhodes HASTE Facility Year 2025 Tia smiled a grin that was obviously meant to hide concern, there was a brief moment of an awkward pause as Kasady threw her towel around her neck and glanced back out the window, looking over the modern city. Tia walked up beside her without taking her eyes off her, she noticed her necklace hanging off Kasady's neck. She smiled again genuinely. Kasady let out a sigh of exhaustion as she studied the complex layout of the city; "I feel like I should be more concerned about where we're at right now..." Kasady said passively. Tia let out a nervous laugh, glancing out the window as well. "It's a strange place, that's for sure" Tia spoke softly. "I'll bet the stores are just as strange" Kasady muttered jokingly; Tia looked at Kasady "I wouldn't know actually, I've been too busy making sure you were alive" Tia joked back. Kasady's eyes met Tia's as she smirked with amusement. "As long as new clothes are on you, you can say what you want!" Kasady finally jabbed back. Tia chuckled to herself; "I had a feeling I'd regret that bit in my note to you. I'm glad you're doing better!" Tia piped, she looked at the necklace again, touching it gently; "It looks good on you" Tia spoke warmly. Suddenly a voice echoed from the entrance to the gym: "Doctor, could I speak with you for a moment?" "Duty calls... I'll see you later?" spoke Tia. Kasady watched she Tia met up with the other doctor and disappeared into the hall, curiously feeling the necklace hum and vibrate in her hand.

Hey, I happen to be one of those people Jebus. And frankly all the bells and whistles included in Der Riese, especially when it first released were all just a bonus. What I liked about it most is that I didn't feel restricted to just one decent hold out in the map. Aside from Ascension (which is pretty neck and neck for me) Der Riese was the only map I felt I could legitmately hold them off anywhere with a decent enough weapon combo and loop or trail. Everywhere else required a lot of running around to just stay alive or you'd get've overwhelmed in a hurry and had this one area that was decent for looping if need be but I feel like I could only explore the maps between rounds with a crawler, Der Riese was the first map that I could sit and hold out in more than one area, loop OR take my chances running around everywhere. It still, delivers this sense of adrenaline and suspense more so than most maps for me.

Damn straight Lenne, I better see some new medals after this meeting. Other than that, Boom is aware of my personal interest with staff as well.

Ah Killercroc. Joker here, but the locals call me Undad. Good to have you here.

Lol I think that pretty much answers it.

I liked how it would show your previous CoD prestige in both Blops 2 and MW3. Frankly I can't remember if Ghosts does but if not, It would be nice to see that again. It's nothing major, but it makes you feel good knowing you can still show it off when you shelf it for next years release.

Andrew Demkowicz New York, 2 Blocks from Lincoln Medical Center Year 2025 24 Hours Earlier... Andrew sat in a booth near the window at an old cafe on the corner of the busy streets of New York, glancing passively out the window as he pondered his life back on the farm in Georgia. It tore him apart. To watch everything disappear in a cloud of smoke and fire, Maggie, the children, everyone. And he couldn't do anything about it. Even if he got to them in time, he couldn't bare the thought of jumping them through time when even he doesn't know where they'll end up. It would be too much for them. Too dangerous. Hell, it nearly got him and his gifted friends before them killed before. As Andrew beat himself over the loss, he countered it with the good memories as well. He thought of them in his mind: "Dammit boy, you scare me like that one more time with you're freaky magic tricks and I'll beat your ass!" Andrew smiled faintly to himself, then was interrupted by a familiar voice; "Well well, if it ain't garbage boy out for a cup-a-joe, why didn't you tell me you could afford this shit?" Andrew quickly turned to see Skip, dressed in his rugged brown overcoat and fedora approaching his booth. "You never asked" Andrew said jokingly. Skip swung into the booth across from Andrew with an unamused expression; "Well now you can buy me one, smart ass..." Andrew smiled timidly as he took a sip of his coffee, glancing over at the counter as an unusual gal approached the counter; he focused on her for a few seconds; "Yo, earth to Andrew..." Skip spoke annoyed, he looked over towards the counter as well: "Who is that woman?" Andrew asked curiously. "Who the bronze gal at the counter? She ain't from around her I can tell ya that." Skip paused for a moment, glancing at her again, he was frozen as he stared at her, "What is it?" Skip shook his head. "Don't worry about it man. She's trouble. So if you got the hots for her, you should just forget it." Skip spoke passively with concern in his voice. "Do you know her?" Andrew asked accusingly. "Do I look like I'd know her? Just trust me, I've dealt with a lot of women in my time." Andrew looked back at her as she twirled her fingers in front of her, she definitely was an odd one.

Brett's gonna be so pissed when he sees this lol.

I enjoy Extinction, I'd say it's pretty successful for IW to have something original, yet still gives you that apocalyptic survival mode Zombies delivers. Hell most of my latest ideas for future zombies is fed from taking examples Extinction has to offer.

Andrew Demkowicz New York City - Manhattan Year 2025 2 weeks earlier... The streets of Manhattan were lit up like a Christmas tree, the night was young. Commotion and traffic echoed through and between each tall building. The further away from the main streets you were, the shorter and older the buildings got, and the number of the homeless gradually increased. It was relatively quieter that the rest of the Big Apple as well. The homeless usually remained isolated from the average civilian, except to try and collect any money in busy parts of the city. Except one homeless man who was considerably more cheerful, especially for a bum; The man whistled joyfully to himself, walking down the back alley towards the quieter side of town as he rummaged through a brown paper bag of his collections for the day. "A can of Spam... heh, really? I'll be sure not to write "anything helps" from now on..." He muttered to himself, chuckling between his words. *CRASH!* The man stopped dead in his tracks as he heard the sound of garbage cans and bags falling over down a small alley break between the two buildings directly ahead of him. He approached the alley curiously; "Ugh..." The man saw another man, slowly rolling over, with his hand on his head as he rolled into an exhausted seated position: "Hey! You okay buddy?" The man quickly looked over towards the opening of the small alley way where the voice came from, everything was blurred and hazy. "You'll never find anything good in that pile of shit. Believe me." The man shouted. The other man began to slowly make his way to his feet, still holding his head and checking for blood. "Do you usually dive head first when you go dumpster diving?" The man shouted again, lighting up a cigarette from a new pack he pulled out of his brown bag; "What's your name, son?" The other man looked confused as he stared at the man talking to him at the opening of the alley, he hesitated then spoke: "A-Andrew..." The man let out a puff of smoke in the shape of a donut, then smiled at it proudly; then studied Andrew for a moment; he was dressed with an old brown bomber jacket, pants and leather boots. "Damn you from the 40's or something, son?" Andrew didn't say anything. The man laughed to himself; taking one more hit and tossing his cigarette aside. "I'm just messin' with ya son, the name's Skip. At your service." Andrew looked around in awe, clearly this place wasn't blown up. Infact he's never seen anything like it before. "Wh- where am I?" Andrew questioned cautiously. "You must've hit your head harder than I thought. You're in Manhattan, the big apple. Or the "big shithole" if you ask me." Andrew stumbled, then slowly walked out from the alley way and looked at all the stuctures and streets around him, everything was different. Different and futuristic. Andrew couldn't believe it, he hasn't jumped like that in months. He hoped he'd never have to do it again. There's no telling where he'll end up. "Next you'll probably ask me what year it is or somethin'..." Andrew looked over at Skip staring at him with curiosity. Skip chuckled. "You're shitting me..." Andrew just let out a faint smirk of guilt. "I stopped counting after 4065..." Andrew about choked, Skip just starting laughing again: "Nah I'm just messin', it's 2025 son." Andrew reaction didn't change; he looked around him once more, muttering to himself: "Holy shit..."

Walter Emmerich HASTE Facility (Restricted Area), New York Year 2025 3 weeks earlier... The room was dark, very dark. the only light in the room cast a dim beam from the celing in the center of the room and illuminated little else than himself and the floor around him. This was familiar to him, however he was usually doing the interrogating, not the other way around. A rapid beeping suddenly echoed, the red light near the steel door turned green and the door slid open. Walter smirked devilishly. "Forgive the intrusion" A silohouette figure began as he walked in the room; "But we have some new tech we'd like to test on freaks like you and you're our lucky candidate." The man spoke with confident arrogance as he nodded. Several armed figures appeared from behind him, approaching the restrained Nazi madman. "I think you'll find these new restraints quite comfortable." The armed men quickly latched on metallic wristband like shackles around Walter's wrists, removing the original handcuffs, Walter's hands fell from behind his back. Little did the man see that Walter was more satisfied than bothered by his new restraints. "Those bands censor any detection of hostile actions as well as neutralize any fluctuation of energy or adrenaline. Probably something a little too advanced for someone like you. Enjoy your stay, and do let us know if there's ANYthing you need..." The man spoke with sarcastic emphasis in his arrogance. Then the door slid shut, locking yet again. Walter examined his new restraints as he was now free to move his arms about. He was very facinated by the technology of this place. Facinated indeed. Walter reached into his worn overcoat; "Oh, I think I'll be just fine..." Walter spoke to himself menacingly as he pulled out a small round tin container, tossing it once in the air and catching it firmly.