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Dang it. I can't get Pokemon: GO to work on my cell phone. WHY???
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Where are all of the Xmen games? Deadpool just came out on video and Xmen Apocalypse is about to come out. I was expecting more hype.
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yeah, that's fine
XD Hank is the plug?
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First IC is up, now, and I'm at the cafe. Just assume your file is on the flashdrive if you want to see it.
Tony furiously typed on his keyboard, pulling up files about the older version of yet another birth-day child. So far he'd found an older version of over a dozen people, and knew that there was only one explanation for this. They were clones. At some point someone had gathered DNA from all of these people and Rebirth Inc. had created a clone from that sample, then gave it to one of the local adults to raise. The parents most likely knew this. In fact, every adult in town, possibly everyone from the outside, most likely knew that. There would have been no reason to keep their names so similar to the original if they wanted the cloning to be a secret from the adults. The cloning also explained why the adults more accurately knew the powers and abilities of birth-day children before they manifested than the naturally born children. They had already seen those powers in action.
“Tony, Roberta, supper!” came a call from downstairs, which startled Tony. He looked at the clock. Seven o' six. He had started the program just after four. Had he really lost the last three hours?
“Coming.” he yelled, and after waiting a few seconds for the last of the files to download onto the flash drive, he pulled the flashdrive out and shut down the browser and Open Door app.
He grabbed his stuff and started to run downstairs when he noticed his sister meditating, bolts of lightning inconsistently jumping from her hands into a Tesla coil he built to catch it and channel it away, causing a smell of ozone in the air. “Hey, mom just called us for supper.” he said to her, and she sighed, opening her eyes.
“I heard her. I'll be right there.”
Tony nodded and ran downstairs, getting there just as his mom was putting a large lasagne on the table. “Wow, that looks great.” He grabbed the first slice and immediately started to shovel it in, but his dad glared at him, so he slowed down. “Uh, sorry.” he quickly apologized after swallowing. “I was just going hoping to go bowling with Kurt after supper, so I was trying to hurry. Lost track of time.”
“Well, I guess it's ok, as long as you're back by 10, since you've got school tomorrow.” his dad said. “What have you been doing for the last three hours? I heard you doing something on your computer.”
“Exoskeleton.” he lied, quickly covering his tracks. “Needs a lot of programming to get it working, and I keep getting programming glitches.”
His dad nodded. “Makes sense.”
A few minutes later he got up, just as his sister came downstairs, and excused himself, once again promising to be home by ten. He went next door to Kurt's house, and asked Kurt's mom if Kurt could come bowling with him. Kurt also had to be back by ten, but once Kurt grabbed his wallet and jacket, they were able to teleport there in less than a minute. Tony was a bit queezy from the series of jumps, but after they had gone from the roof of the bowling alley to the sidewalk in front of it and gravity stopped shifting, he quickly recovered. “I'm going to head into the cafe, get a cup of coffee.” Tony told his friend. Hopefully that would settle his stomach.
The Bowling alley was directly beside the cafe, with the movie theater on the other side, and doors connecting the three together. The cafe was essentially the concession stand for the bowling alley, and the theater only served sodas and popcorn as a result of the cafe's location.
Tony took a seat near the back and ordered an espresso, Kurt ordering hot tea for some reason, and when the waitress walked away Tony pulled the flashdrive out of his pocket. “Here.” he said, handing it to Kurt, who plugged it into his phone, “the program you wanted is on there, but I think you should also take a look at the folder with your name on it.” There were fourteen such folders including Tony's, each with the name of a Birth-day child on it, and each containing a full dossier on their alter ego from the outside.
“Tony, Roberta, supper!” came a call from downstairs, which startled Tony. He looked at the clock. Seven o' six. He had started the program just after four. Had he really lost the last three hours?
“Coming.” he yelled, and after waiting a few seconds for the last of the files to download onto the flash drive, he pulled the flashdrive out and shut down the browser and Open Door app.
He grabbed his stuff and started to run downstairs when he noticed his sister meditating, bolts of lightning inconsistently jumping from her hands into a Tesla coil he built to catch it and channel it away, causing a smell of ozone in the air. “Hey, mom just called us for supper.” he said to her, and she sighed, opening her eyes.
“I heard her. I'll be right there.”
Tony nodded and ran downstairs, getting there just as his mom was putting a large lasagne on the table. “Wow, that looks great.” He grabbed the first slice and immediately started to shovel it in, but his dad glared at him, so he slowed down. “Uh, sorry.” he quickly apologized after swallowing. “I was just going hoping to go bowling with Kurt after supper, so I was trying to hurry. Lost track of time.”
“Well, I guess it's ok, as long as you're back by 10, since you've got school tomorrow.” his dad said. “What have you been doing for the last three hours? I heard you doing something on your computer.”
“Exoskeleton.” he lied, quickly covering his tracks. “Needs a lot of programming to get it working, and I keep getting programming glitches.”
His dad nodded. “Makes sense.”
A few minutes later he got up, just as his sister came downstairs, and excused himself, once again promising to be home by ten. He went next door to Kurt's house, and asked Kurt's mom if Kurt could come bowling with him. Kurt also had to be back by ten, but once Kurt grabbed his wallet and jacket, they were able to teleport there in less than a minute. Tony was a bit queezy from the series of jumps, but after they had gone from the roof of the bowling alley to the sidewalk in front of it and gravity stopped shifting, he quickly recovered. “I'm going to head into the cafe, get a cup of coffee.” Tony told his friend. Hopefully that would settle his stomach.
The Bowling alley was directly beside the cafe, with the movie theater on the other side, and doors connecting the three together. The cafe was essentially the concession stand for the bowling alley, and the theater only served sodas and popcorn as a result of the cafe's location.
Tony took a seat near the back and ordered an espresso, Kurt ordering hot tea for some reason, and when the waitress walked away Tony pulled the flashdrive out of his pocket. “Here.” he said, handing it to Kurt, who plugged it into his phone, “the program you wanted is on there, but I think you should also take a look at the folder with your name on it.” There were fourteen such folders including Tony's, each with the name of a Birth-day child on it, and each containing a full dossier on their alter ego from the outside.
Twenty years ago the town of Rebirth, Kansas was founded by a few thousand people who dreamed of a place where everyone, powers or not, regardless of genetics, could live together in harmony. It's a fairly average town. They celebrate Christmas, Thanksgiving, and even the nations Birth-day. Once a year since the town's founding, on July 4th, the town gathers together for a massive barbecue at which the town's newest citizens, twenty newborns, are introduced to the rest of the town, given their Birth name, and given to their new parents. All of these Birth-day children are special in some way, and most of them have powers.
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Tony Karts, 17, walked down the street at 9 PM, having spent the last several hours in the high school's machine lab working out some of the kinks in the exoskeleton suit he was working on. A few more nights of work and it should be ready for its first test drive. As he approached his house, though, he heard movement in the tree above him. Looking up, he noticed his next door neighbor hiding up there with a pair of binoculars. "Kurt" he said at a normal voice, but in the quiet of the night Kurt was startled by the the sound and lost his footing.
There was a puff of acrid black smoke in front of Tony and a blue kid appeared there. "Oh, uh, hey Tony."
"You're peeping on Clarice again, aren't you?" Tony asked. "I thought we talked about this. You can't go around creeping on girls."
"Yeah, I know but Clarice is... well you know. Purple girls are hot."
"Dude," Tony said, shaking his head, "I told you, she's 17 like me. You're 15. She'd never date you, and creeping on her's just wrong man. You do realize that if you're caught Sheriff Wilson's going to throw you in jail and have you cleaning the jail with a toothbrush." Kurt nodded. "Besides, I gave you a reason not to. Did you talk to Hank?"
"Yeah, he got me into the adult server, but the women in the archive... well, there aren't a lot of mutants."
"Hey, I don't know what else I can do. You've got to quit."
"I do." said Kurt. "You can get me through the Firewall."
"You mean the town's firewall? No way. You know we aren't allowed to contact the outside. Only the Adults are, since they're from there."
"Yeah, but I overheard the Sheriff mention Outside sites to Barber John."
Tony sighed. "Fine, but you've got to swear to me that you're done creeping on girls. All Girls. Understand?"
Kurt hesitated, but soon nodded. "Fine. I Swear. Write a program to get me through to the outside 'net, and you have my word I'll stop being a creep."
Tony nodded. "Now, you might want to go home before Clarice looks out her window."
A few days later Tony entered the last few lines into the code and compiled the program. He'd tried to works his way through the firewall on his own, but the firewall adapted and closed the holes faster than he could find them. He needed to create a program to find the holes in the wall for him and exploit them. Now that program was complete.
He loaded the Open Door app onto his cell phone and activated it. Soon the program told him that it was through the wall and he opened up his browser. Might as well test it, he thought, opening up Google, the one Outside site he could remember, and typing in what he was searching for. M. U. T. A. N. T.
The search autocompleted and he was shocked by what it suggested. 'Mutant terrorist. Mutant terrorism. Mutants aren't people. Mutant X Gene.' were all the top suggestions. Curious he searched for the first one and clicked on a news article.
"Are the X men terrorists?" it said, and at the top of the article, which detailed a battle between two groups called "the Brotherhood" and "the X-Men" was a picture of Kurt, only much older and wearing some sort of armor or uniform, possibly both.
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Tony Karts, 17, walked down the street at 9 PM, having spent the last several hours in the high school's machine lab working out some of the kinks in the exoskeleton suit he was working on. A few more nights of work and it should be ready for its first test drive. As he approached his house, though, he heard movement in the tree above him. Looking up, he noticed his next door neighbor hiding up there with a pair of binoculars. "Kurt" he said at a normal voice, but in the quiet of the night Kurt was startled by the the sound and lost his footing.
There was a puff of acrid black smoke in front of Tony and a blue kid appeared there. "Oh, uh, hey Tony."
"You're peeping on Clarice again, aren't you?" Tony asked. "I thought we talked about this. You can't go around creeping on girls."
"Yeah, I know but Clarice is... well you know. Purple girls are hot."
"Dude," Tony said, shaking his head, "I told you, she's 17 like me. You're 15. She'd never date you, and creeping on her's just wrong man. You do realize that if you're caught Sheriff Wilson's going to throw you in jail and have you cleaning the jail with a toothbrush." Kurt nodded. "Besides, I gave you a reason not to. Did you talk to Hank?"
"Yeah, he got me into the adult server, but the women in the archive... well, there aren't a lot of mutants."
"Hey, I don't know what else I can do. You've got to quit."
"I do." said Kurt. "You can get me through the Firewall."
"You mean the town's firewall? No way. You know we aren't allowed to contact the outside. Only the Adults are, since they're from there."
"Yeah, but I overheard the Sheriff mention Outside sites to Barber John."
Tony sighed. "Fine, but you've got to swear to me that you're done creeping on girls. All Girls. Understand?"
Kurt hesitated, but soon nodded. "Fine. I Swear. Write a program to get me through to the outside 'net, and you have my word I'll stop being a creep."
Tony nodded. "Now, you might want to go home before Clarice looks out her window."
A few days later Tony entered the last few lines into the code and compiled the program. He'd tried to works his way through the firewall on his own, but the firewall adapted and closed the holes faster than he could find them. He needed to create a program to find the holes in the wall for him and exploit them. Now that program was complete.
He loaded the Open Door app onto his cell phone and activated it. Soon the program told him that it was through the wall and he opened up his browser. Might as well test it, he thought, opening up Google, the one Outside site he could remember, and typing in what he was searching for. M. U. T. A. N. T.
The search autocompleted and he was shocked by what it suggested. 'Mutant terrorist. Mutant terrorism. Mutants aren't people. Mutant X Gene.' were all the top suggestions. Curious he searched for the first one and clicked on a news article.
"Are the X men terrorists?" it said, and at the top of the article, which detailed a battle between two groups called "the Brotherhood" and "the X-Men" was a picture of Kurt, only much older and wearing some sort of armor or uniform, possibly both.
Tony grows plants sometimes, too, so that he can use them to cook. He'd probably deal with Clara a lot. I think I'll offer to give her some ghost peppers when they come in (he's going to put them in the chili he makes for the Birth-day celebration in a few weeks).
Ok. We have 6 players now, so I'll try to start this tonight or tomorrow.
I'll still accept players after it starts, though, so if you are interested in playing, feel free to post a character.
I'll still accept players after it starts, though, so if you are interested in playing, feel free to post a character.
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