[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/5R8omeam.png[/img][/center] [b][i]It was 1938 and the road to World War II was fast approaching. Nazi spies, superhumans, and a racist mobster in a skull mask is just the beginning. Who will answer the call? And can anyone truly save the Golden Age?![/i][/b] [center]____________________________________________________ [img]https://i.imgur.com/4XbVbcem.png[/img][/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. Move forward. 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 [None ATM] will take control and THEIR word will then be law. [center]____________________________________________________[/center] [i][b]Queensport, Northeastern Tennessee April, 1938...[/b][/i] Over half a dozen banks had managed to get robbed overnight by somebody slipping through the cracks. Only one man suspected that it was an old adversary that could walk through walls. The criminal in the ghost costume couldn't remember the name of the city where he fought the guy with green fire powers. However, after tonight Ghostface most certainly would. On top of a Woolworths building, the green clad hero who could manipulate fire waited patiently for the third night in a row. The Torch of Liberty had recently been told by the local Sheriff about the banks in the tri-city area all getting robbed in the last month. The bank across the street from him happened to be the largest bank in downtown Queensport. After he finally saw the criminal make an appearance and walk through a wall in the alleyway, the Torch headed into action. As the man called Ghostface phased through the wall with a bag of money, the Torch was ready for him. As soon as the villain phased back into his solid form the Torch was there with a right haymaker. "Little late for a withdraw." the hero stated. A short time later... The sheriff of Queensport was on the scene and had Ghostface in cuffs in the back of his police car. "I told you I'd get him." Torch said with a smirk to the officer. "You did. Wonder if I'd catch more criminals if I wore a bright colored suit." he replied. "Powers don't hurt either." Torch commented with a small laugh as the sun was setting. "Hey, did you hear about the stuff going on with the Germans? On the radio?" the sheriff asked. "No, what's going on?" Torch replied. "President Roosevelt formally addressed the nation and asked for the help of people like you. I think he called you 'Superhumans' or something like that." he explained. [i][b]New York City, New York June...[/b][/i] The Statue of Liberty was undergoing maintenance. If anyone looked at her from a distance they'd see her crown was slowly losing it's spikes. The mayor wanted the Statue in top shape for the World's Fair coming to town the following year. The Golden Guardian as well as Golden Boy assisted where they could, helping remove the spikes and get them in the boats for transport for the steeplejacks who took on the job. "The general I spoke with earlier mentioned Silverwings may show but so far we've been seeing clear skies. You think you can keep her safe if I go ahead and take leave?" the Golden Guardian asked the younger hero in blue. From a distance, men on a small boat could see the Golden Guardian flying away. One of the five men grabbed a bag and opened it revealing leather jackets and winged rocket packs similar to something out of a science fiction movie. "An die Arbeit, Männer!" one man spoke in German. [i][b]Sullivan County, Northeastern Tennessee June...[/b][/i] "Can't believe I got lucky like I did. I volunteered to help the military and the place they send me is less than two hours from home." the Torch thought to himself as he patrolled the fence line around the Warpath Ammunition Plant. "The military man told me there was a couple of Nazis in costumes targeting these types of places. One that could move fast and another who was strong and Goliath-sized..." John continued pondering before hearing a noise in the surrounding woods behind him. The Torch lit up one of his hands with green flames. Inside of the facility an officer in an army uniform informed the foreman that additional superhuman help was on it's way... "You never know with these superhuman types. Somebody could fly here, run really fast, or..." the men spoke to one another as Lady Lynx and another hero teleported to the ammunition plant about five feet from them. Back outside the Torch was surveying the area. Truth be told his vision wasn't the best when it came to things at a certain distance. It didn't help that things always seemed to happen once places began winding down for the end of the day. "Greif jetzt an, Albrecht!" someone yelled. The Torch of Liberty turned to look in the direction of the German voice but was attacked from behind by a seven foot tall humanoid wolfman. The wolfman had seven men working with him scattered in the woods, Nazis in civilian clothes armed with guns. One of them had a backpack on with explosives in it. Thankfully, help had already arrived inside.