[center][img]https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/337800832542048267/551866673205084183/unknown.png?width=400&height=163[/img][/center] [color=mediumseagreen][i][b]"Over the last six years, I've watched Engine City merge with Chase Chemical, and surrounding metropolitan neighbors to form Mega City in the southeastern United States. Chase Chemical is the largest privately owned chemical plant and lab facilities in the world with over one hundred and twenty thousand employees including it's own police forces and fire houses. The region was officially named 'Mega City' once the population hit the ten million mark. To think the nation's capital is less than five hours away and only home to a little more than six hundred and seventy thousand people. For all these people, at least two percent of the population is superhuman. I tried going the powerless vigilante route for a few years, but I can't compete with people who can knock over skyscrapers or run across water. Lately though... I've noticed a few dead superhumans showing up in my neighborhood as well as a staggering amount of missing persons reports. It's happening in the corner of Mega City called the Highlands that are up in the Appalachian Mountains. The more recent victims were twenty years old or younger.... I've come out of retirement to try and find out who's killing these kids. The only way I know how to protect them is to gather them. Train them. And maybe together we can figure out who's trying to kill others like them. My name is John Blake, and I'm just a guy with a bow. For awhile the papers called me... Arrowcaster."[/b][/i][/color] [center]__________________[/center] Rules: 1.) No back-to-back posting. 2.) PAY ATTENTION TO DETAIL AND SET-UPS!! 3.) Make sense. If we can't make heads or tails of your posts they're likely to get skipped over. 4.) Get permission before using another player's character in your posts if it involves changing the scene or making actions. Everybody will take beatings in this game in battle however, so don't get pissed if you get punched or blasted into a wall by the bad guys! Namely me controlling the badguys... 5.) Problems with the game or players should be sent directly to me through PM's. I don't want a bunch of bickering in the OOC. 6.) Abandoned characters will be used as NPC's or killed off within the context of the story. 7.) “I was waiting for [insert player/character] to make a move” is not how this game is played. 8.) There is no rule #8. 9.) My word is law. 10.) Obey the law. 11.) In the event that I'm offline for any period of time, the Co-GM [@Shard] will take control and HIS word will then be law. [center]__________________[/center] When Arrowcaster first began to think about retiring from superheroics his first thought was to settle down and start a family. He always wanted a couple of kids. The on-again off-again romance with an old flame from high school never blossomed, likely due to Blake leading a double life and fighting crime when not working a day job. Dating in his later years never brought him face to face with a soul mate, and after years alone he became a little disconnected from society. He also loathed social media and its grip on the younger generations. Up until a few weeks ago, it had been years since Blake had put on his costume. It felt way too tight in areas, the old school hero didn’t weigh the same as he once did. When the elder hero realized there was a possible connection to all the missing persons reports in Highland and the recent string of murders he knew he had to take action. And he knew he couldn’t do it alone. 2:07 pm, EST… The green clad bowman had repurposed the HQ of an old group of adversaries called the Techno-Sapiens for the group of young superhumans. There was plenty of room, and several of the older recruits chose to move into the HQ more permanently. Others however were still young enough to be in school and some even lived with their parents. This group was a bit more diverse than the brainwashed goons who once flooded the halls. Several of the recruits were still getting settled in and wandering around here and there. Jacob Marlowe was one of those recruits and had more in common with the elder Arrowcaster than either of them realized. Alone in the world after his mother’s passing months earlier, Jacob also felt disconnected from the rest of the world. It was also painfully obvious he wasn’t superhuman like everyone else in the group. His powers came from the strange gauntlet that seemed to be fusing with the young man’s arm. “Like something out of a comic book…” Jacob thought while still in awe at the surreal situation he had got himself into. It had been several days since Blake gathered the members of this motley crew, everyone just checked in when they could and trained when they had time. Arrowcaster himself had even started to see the new HQ more like it was his home. Jacob went into the kitchen to grab a drink when the elder hero came rushing into the dining area looking for volunteers. One of the recruits was in the middle of eating a sandwich and Jacob stepped into view as well. “I need a couple recruits to test out the new training droids in the War Room… you two game?” Arrowcaster asked with some excitement in his grizzled voice. 2:19 pm, EST… “I’ll save the scenery and holographics for later…. I finally reworked a couple… of THESE!!” Blake said with his voice getting louder. He pulled a sheet off of what looked like robotic gorillas. [center][img] https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/590753462908878854/593656106782556160/unknown.png[/img][/center] “Anybody recognize these apes? They made up at least half the Techno Sapiens army. They’re pretty durable and I figure we can keep reworking them as we go. I’ve got at least three dozen of them stored a few levels below us along with some other scrap parts and tech I didn’t have a place for…” Arrowcaster continued. Moments later Jacob made a fist with his gauntlet and concentrated to make the construct robotic arm he’d named ‘Big Blue’. He looked at the other recruit before the pair of robot simians went into attack mode and the two would-be-heroes got their game faces on. “I really need to get these kids some better duds… they can’t fight crime in cheap t-shirts….” Arrowcaster thought looking on from the control room to the side of the larger War Room. -Ω