Greywind

They can. That is part of why they are limitations.

Mechanon isn't a Clix. Got one somewhere. Along with a few other figures from Champions.

SPI's DragonQuest had high magic areas and low magic areas in the world. I don't recall them as improving or decreasing the cast chance, but the personal resource needed to cast was either decreased or increased.

Dad, I was the next man.

Only when made from spoo.

Where are you going?

I've seen s1 of Titans, Swamp Thing, The Boys, and Doom Patrol. While I enjoyed them, none of them made me want to spend money to catch them first hand/run.

“Hey,” Jason said entering his apartment. He shrugged off his suit coat and lay it on the back of a chair. “Hey,” Dani said from the window. She sat looking out it. She had taken her shoes off, but still wore her long black coat. “The place is coming along.” “Slowly. Did you like the alarm? I think we could do better if it had some kind of beat to it.” Dani didn't rise to the bait. Jason sat in the window and faced her. “So what brought my favorite firecracker to New York. Don't you have school?” “I took a week off. I let all my teachers know. I've got my stuff so I can do the expected class work. I'm sorry I messed up your date.” “Morgan and I are just friends. She knew you needed me. So, why are you here?” Dani reached inside her coat and pulled out an envelope. It looked like it had been in there a while, with dog-eared corners. She passed it to Jason. Turning it over, the return name and address meant little to him. He thought the town might be close to her grandfather's farm. “Read it,” Dani said, turning her attention back out the window. Dear Dani, I regret to be the one to tell you that our Cody was killed in action in the middle east. They are shipping his body home next week. Momma has already made the funeral arrangements. That said, Momma also doesn't want you there. I realize that won't come as a surprise to you. Cody does want you there. I know how he felt about you. Probably better than most. In his letters to me he said that there is a fire box in his footlocker. I have a key to it. He wanted me to give it and the box to you in the event of his death. I guess it was the only way he felt that he could protect some things that needed protecting. I realize it won't be easy for you and Momma might cause a scene, but the funeral is... “I'm sorry,” Jason said. Dani wiped some tears away. “I can't stop crying.” “You will. When you're ready and healing, they'll stop,” he said gently. “The funeral is tomorrow. What do you want to do?” “I need to be there. I need to say goodbye.”

My understanding is that after Universal didn't follow up on Lee's Hulk character and licenses are firmly back at Marvel. As distributor Universal still has the right of first refusal. One problem may simply be that neither of the Hulk movies came anywhere near what the rest of the MCU movies have done solo or collectively.

Reaper has some. HeroClix Lance and Laser, although they may be defunct Ral Partha/Grenadier, might be difficult to get a hold of

Start simple and learn. Get comfortable with the system. Then get fancy.

Leaning back against the wall, Dani watched the numbers shift as the elevator car moved upward. After the thirty-ninth floor the numbers shifted from red to blue. When the car passed the fortieth floor an alarm sounded. The car shook when it suddenly stopped. “Geez,” she said to herself pushing off from the wall. The door opened and Dani was confronted by handgun pointed in her direction. “Dani?” “Hi, Warren. Is Jason here?” Warren pushed the gun towards the floor. “I wasn't gonna shoot her,” an island accent apparent in the woman's voice. “I'm just not comfortable with you pointing it anywhere in her direction,” Warren said. “Sorry, Dani. He's out with Morgan. Dinner-slash-business meeting.” “Oh.” “Are you okay?” “Well, there's this alarm going off in my ears.” Before she finished speaking, Warren was beside her and punching a code into a wall panel. “Sorry. Workers on the floor below yet. I'm not sure why it went off when you came up.” The alarm went quiet. “Because she hasn't been cleared yet,” the woman said. “But she got this far, which means she was vouched for, Cheryl.” “Aye, Jason did. Why do you think I didn't shoot her?” “Because you'd be the cleaning detail,” Warren joked. “You okay?” Dani shook her head. “You hungry? Want something to drink while you wait?” “I'm good,” she said quietly. “I'll give him a call.” “Thanks.” * * * * * “Seriously, what do you think of it?” “Let's say I agree to buy it, then there's the cleaning, refurbishing, and general overhaul.” Morgan smiled. “All true, but think of the space in the loft.” Jason gave her an annoyed look. “They didn't even finish the fourth floor.” “But those over-sized windows! Just think of the light they'll let in so you can paint.” “They look out on the alley. There's only two of them. And the entire back corner is dark.” His phone buzzed. He picked it up and looked at the screen. “I'm sorry, Morgan. I need to take this.” He answered the phone. “Go.” “Did she say what's wrong?” Jason pursed his lips while he listened. “If she wants to be alone until I get there, show her to my room. The alarm system will be fixed within the week. Thanks.” Morgan looked at Jason over the top of her wine glass. “Something wrong?” “Dani came into town unexpectedly. She needs to see me.” Morgan smiled. “And here were having such a fun discussion.” Jason nodded. “Give me a couple of days to think on it. Then I'll be in touch.” He signaled for the waiter. “Do you need a lift?” Shaking his head, Jason said, “Check please.”

A tactical map/fleshed out battlefield may lend itself to tactics that one may not come up with just going off what is in their mind.

Duke, you aren't awake. More coffee.

Hulk or Incredible Hulk? I own both.

Depends on what, if any, caps exist for the campaign. Blast Flash/Change Environment for illumination RKA for incineration

With Iron Man, Fury, Hill, and Happy all over Far From Home that would be, as well.

Summon: Lina Inverse

Oh, look, a bad guy.

I wish I had all you ever wanted. I'd give it right to you. But I don't have it. How could I ever find it? The strength to let you go, 'cause I don't have it. When will I have it? And it goes and it goes on. And it goes on. You won't see me cry. You know I decided. that I'm gonna pull myself together and find a way to fight it. I'm gonna have to hide it. You won't see me cry. You won't see me cry. I've got no choice but to face it. I have to let you know that I don't like it. My love is good for someone and it may take some time, but I will find him. Why should I waste it? When I go, (when I go) when I go on, I will go on. You won't see me cry. You know I decided. that I'm gonna pull myself together and find a way to fight it. Oh no. Even if I have to hide it. You won't see me cry. You won't see me cry. You won't see me cry. You know I decided. That I'm gonna pull myself together I finally decided and I found the way to fight it. So you won't see me cry.

Ginger Baker: Legendary Cream drummer dies aged 80

They don't have to. It's about faith.

Every mornin' at the mine you could see him arrive He stood six-foot-six and weighed two-forty-five Kinda broad at the shoulder and narrow at the hip And everybody knew ya didn't give no lip to big John (Big John, big John) Big bad John (big John) Nobody seemed to know where John called home He just drifted into town and stayed all alone He didn't say much, kinda quiet and shy And if you spoke at all, you just said hi to Big John Somebody said he came from New Orleans Where he got in a fight over a Cajun Queen And a crashin' blow from a huge right hand Sent a Louisiana fellow to the promised land, big John (Big John, big John) Big bad John (big John) Then came the day at the bottom of the mine When a timber cracked and men started cryin' Miners were prayin' and hearts beat fast And everybody thought that they'd breathed their last, 'cept John Through the dust and the smoke of this man-made hell Walked a giant of a man that the miners knew well Grabbed a saggin' timber, gave out with a groan And like a giant oak tree he just stood there alone, big John (Big John, big John) Big bad John (big John) And with all of his strength he gave a mighty shove Then a miner yelled out "there's a light up above!" And twenty men scrambled from a would-be grave Now there's only one left down there to save, big John With jacks and timbers they started back down Then came that rumble way down in the ground And then smoke and gas belched out of that mine Everybody knew it was the end of the line for big John (Big John, big John) Big bad John (big John) Now, they never reopened that worthless pit They just placed a marble stand in front of it These few words are written on that stand At the bottom of this mine lies a big, big man Big John (Big John, big John) Big bad John (big John) (Big John) big bad John

Some people say a man is made outta mud A poor man's made outta muscle and blood Muscle and blood and skin and bones A mind that's a-weak and a back that's strong You load sixteen tons, what do you get? Another day older and deeper in debt Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go I owe my soul to the company store I was born one mornin' when the sun didn't shine I picked up my shovel and I walked to the mine I loaded sixteen tons of number nine coal And the straw boss said "Well, a-bless my soul" You load sixteen tons, what do you get? Another day older and deeper in debt Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go I owe my soul to the company store I was born one mornin', it was drizzlin' rain Fightin' and trouble are my middle name I was raised in the canebrake by an ol' mama lion Can't no-a high-toned woman make me walk the line You load sixteen tons, what do you get? Another day older and deeper in debt Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go I owe my soul to the company store If you see me comin', better step aside A lotta men didn't, a lotta men died One fist of iron, the other of steel If the right one don't a-get you, then the left one will You load sixteen tons, what do you get? Another day older and deeper in debt Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go I owe my soul to the company store