[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/wKZoxNV.jpg?2[/img][/center] [hr] [b] Welcome to The Meta-Mill online forums. [/b] User #143570: W0ndyFan45 is currently logged in. User is currently viewing: • Threads currently being followed • Thread OP is displayed. • Eleven comments per page. • Notifications page. [u]Click here to view new notifications[/u] • Threads and private messages are ordered chronologically. WARNING: You are only 25 infraction points away from suspension. Please contact your nearest moderator for more discussion. ♦ Topic:[BREAKING NEWS][LIVE UPDATES] National Crisis - Terrorist Attack By Metahuman Supremacy Front In: Boards ► General Affairs ► General News [b]Chickensapien[/b] Posted on July 15th, 2019 [i]Quoted from NYPD Live Scanner[/i] [i]Confirmed report of terrorist attack in Central Park. All television networks have been shut down in light of hijacking by terrorist organisation identified as the Metahuman Supremacy Front. All citizens are advised to stay indoors and keep away from Central Park. NYPD officers are on route. [b]UPDATE 1[/b]: Reports of unprovoked assaults have been confirmed to be linked to the attack at Central Park. NYC police are forming a 30 block perimeter around the source of this mysterious disease. All citizens are recommended to stay indoors and away from affected individuals. [b]UPDATE 2[/b]: Star City officials confirm that the unknown disease has spread towards its own population. It is unknown whether President Ellis will be issuing an official state of emergency.[/i] dude, what the fuck, what the fuck, did all of you see that shit on TV? some of my folks are living in Central park. wake me up from this dream. ►[b]NurseNova[/b] Replied on July 15th 2019, 13:25:45 Man, that's the most gayest costume a super-villain could wear. ►[b]Ram Mette[/b] Replied on July 15th 2019, 13:30:45 Motherfucking muties. I told you all this would happen but nooooooo, Ram was just being one of those 'stupid' right-wingers. Can't wait to watch all you mutie-humpers die. [b]WARNING: Flaming and provocative statements will not help the situation. 100 infraction points for you. [/b] ►[b]Emerald Ghoul[/b] Replied on July 15th 2019, 13:35:45 Shame. I've always wanted to go to New York this time of the year. Wonder if Spider Man's gonna intervene? ►[b]NurseNova[/b] Replied on July 15th 2019, 13:36:45 Are you kidding? That black suited creep? Didn't you read that Daily Bugle article about him last week? You've got more chance hoping Wonder Woman gonna help if she ain't stuck up in Washington right now. ►[b]The Sewer Butler[/b] Replied on July 15th 2019, 13:37:20 Dammit, Central Park's only a few blocks away from here. I'm scramming with the wife and kids right now to Dakota to my cousin's place until it's safe. Don't want to be caught in this mess here. ►[b]ShieldSpangledStar[/b] Replied on July 15th 2019, 13:40:21 real tragedy was that art installation. thought it looked good when I walked past central park a few days ago. [hr] [center][h1][color=blue]STA[/color][color=yellow]TIC[/color]: SPECIAL CROSSOVER ISSUE[/h1][/center] [center] [h3] EVENT: ABSOLUTE CRISIS [/h3][/center] [hr] Richie had issues with his weekend vacation in New York City. It wasn’t the news that the New York Mega-Con had been cancelled by the organisers just this morning. It also wasn’t the fact that he was somewhat feeling guilty about whether or not he’d doomed Dakota City by forcing Virgil to take a break. Nor was it that he hadn’t managed to eat lunch yet. No, these were the type of issues equipped with glazed eyes and mouths frothing with rage. Issues that were currently chasing after him down the eclectic concrete jungle that was New York City. Richie panted and huffed, his adolescent junk-food conditioned body struggling to escape from the violence occurring around him. There were currently a good twenty or so men and women, snapping at his heels. He heard the crashing of glass shattering against the ground from an apartment to his right, flailing bodies falling through the air and meeting the ground in a bone-crushing crack. That wasn't what frightened him. What frightened him was the fact that some of them had starting getting back up, pulling themselves forth on their elbows, their heads, whatever limbs or appendages they still had towards him. The last minutes or so were a matter of survival. New York had descended into a total bloodbath along with Star City. Unfortunately, luck had it that he was seeing the masked spiked maniac talk from a cafe TV screen in New York rather than in Dakota. It seemed like the end of the world for Richie right now. He took out the phone from his pocket and dialed Virgil's number for yet the 5th time in a row. He narrowly dodged a stumbling police officer who was waving his baton in a frenzy, making sure not to drop the phone on the ground as he continued to run through the rioting streets of Lower Manhattan. “ Virgil! I could really use some help not trying to get eaten alive right now!” “ Sorry - just - “ There was a loud grunt on the other side of the phone followed by the screeching sound of bending metal. “ - I’m a little held up here right now.” There was a pause before Richie heard Virgil’s voice again. “ Just stay put wherever you are!" “ Stay put?! I'm running as we speak right now!" Richie shouted. " Just wait. I'll get a bead on you as long as you keep me on call - " In the middle of his conversation, someone slammed into Richie like a runaway freight train. His phone was knocked out of his hand, Virgil's panicked voice silenced by the heel of a boot. A young girl with an empty, oozing left eye-socket began to claw at him wildly without restraint. Richie rammed his knee weakly into her gut several times but she just shrugged it off, saliva from her open, gnashing, screaming mouth dropping on his forehead. Eventually, one of her hands found his way on his throat and clamped down, Richie weakly trying to wrestle free from her. A loud bellow of thunder deafened his ears. A loop of chain-link fencing wrapped around the girl's neck and pulled her off top of him. The pressure on Richie's lung relaxed, causing him to cough unsteadily as he looked up. The entire city seemed to have become alive. Streetlights guarding the sidewalk began to reach down like tendrils, grasping and curling around the torsoes of the writhing infected. A volley of trash-cans, suspended upwards like ragdolls, smash into the side of the group, bowling them over onto the ground. The chain link fencing begins to unweave apart into single strands, binding and turning the snarling and rabid infected into beached fish. Within moments, the population of the entire street had been restrained. “ So much for New York hospitality.” Virgil landed with a clang on the asphalt, the steel meter-diameter manhole glowing slightly at the rim. He took off his white hood, dreadlocks swaying with each shake of his head. His left cheek was slightly bruised, swelling already. Richie’s question of Virgil’s tardiness was answered as he lifted up a paper bag of pretzels. Virgil popped one of them in his mouth as he pointed towards Richie. " You still got my bag, Rich?" Richie signs, nodding slowly. He wants to say that he's forgotten it, dropped it by some chance to keep Virgil out of harm's way. If there's one thing that he's learnt ever since he found out about Virgil's secret identity, danger and Virgil are attracted to each other like magnetic poles. He tosses over Virgil’s rucksack towards his outstretched hand. He caught it deftly and opened the zip, pulling out his jacket. The yellow bolt of lightning running across the front vest lights up like a beacon. " Just for ruining my trip to New York, I'm gonna turn that Stryfe guy's helmet into an lawn ornament."