Maybe this will help get me back in the swing of things.

Disclaimer: I spent several hours trying to talk myself out of this. This is probably going to get me banned from RPG. If it doesn't, it should. So I'm going on record now as saying I'm sorry to the many, many people I'm probably about to offend if this gets approved. 

[b]Independent Comics Universe RPG Character Sheet[/b]
[b]Player Name:[/b] Bounce

[b]Character:[/b] Huey Freeman (Aaron McGruder's [i]The Boondocks[/i])

[b]Power and Abilities:[/b] As the founder of 23 radical leftist organizations, including the Black Revolutionary Organization or B.R.O., Africans Fighting Racism and Opression or A.F.R.O.,and the Black Radical Underground Heroes, or B.R.U.H., Huey Freeman is a ten-year old activist, revolutionary, and known domestic terrorist. He has no super powers. He has no alien technology. What he [i]does[/i] have is an amazing gift for oration, a brilliant mind, keen wit, and skills in both [b]Kendo[/b] and [b]Jeet Kune Do[/b] that are above the norm for a ten year old inner city youth and have allowed Huey to spar with adults on equal footing in many cases.

Huey has demonstrated proclivities with both electrical engineering and chemistry. An avid reader, he has studied classical histories of many of the world's cultures and is known to speak Mandarin Chinese.

[b]Alignment:[/b] Chaotic Good

[b]Character Notes [Established Rogues, NPCs, etc]:[/b] Robert Jebediah "Grandad" Freeman, Riley Freeman ([i]aka Escobar, aka Young Reezy, aka Louis Rich...[/i]), Tom DuBois, Sara DuBois, Jazmine DuBois, Hiro Otomo, Michael Caesar, Uncle Ruckus ([i]no relation[/i]), Cindy McPhearson, Principal Williams, John Petto ([i]all from the comic strip[/i]). If permitted, I may also borrow Bushido Brown, Ed Wuncler, and Colonel Stinkmeiner from the television series.

[b]Background and Story So Far:[/b] I am not a prophet. I'm just a kid from the streets of Chicago. Or, I was a kid from the streets... until my grandad got custody of me and my brother, then brought us out to Woodcrest, Maryland. I don't know what he sees about this place or why he would want to retire here. It's like the junction of White America and Upper Middle Class. The kind of place where everybody wants to show off the money they want you to think they have, while mounting up debt and backstabbing each other with gossip.

In this kind of environment the life of a black, vigilante superhero is not for the faint of heart.

To start with, everything the government has told you has been a lie. Reaganomics, affirmative action, 9/11... But this didn't start with America. People have been doing this since the beginning of civilization. It all boils down to the need to control society. The Crusades were nothing more than an avenue by which nobles, placed in fear by the number of former soldiers crowding their cities, could conveniently get rid of a perceived threat to security while potentially increasing their territory. Need more convincing? If the goal was to re-take the Holy Land, then why did the Crusaders sack Constantinople -- a Christian city? Everything you think you know is smoke and illusion, the convenient application of iconic imagery and censorship to achieve systematic control of thought and belief.

Let that sink in.

You know what? The truth hurts. Not the pretty truth. The truth that makes people angry. Angry enough to get up and do something about it. I'm not sure that kind of truth even exists anymore. And even if it does, can you imagine the response? The truth is that the world is a hard and lonely place, and no one gets anything for free. And you know what else? One day, you and everyone you care about is going to die. Go ahead. Take the blue pill. Go back to your [i]Real Housewives of DC[/i] or getting force-fed whatever tripe they're serving up on [i]The Doctors[/i] in the guise of news. The sanctuary of your ignorance, the bastion of societal apathy, the buttress of cultural myopia is the very foundation of the white elitist power structure that claims responsibility for all of Western civilization without having done a damn thing besides riding on the backs of working class people.

That is the foundation that I have come here to destroy. 

[b]Sample Post (At least 3 well thought out paragraphs as well as some dialogue):[/b] 

I'm staring down the barrel of a .45.

Ask me anything about the gun. Every scratch, every nick in the brushed metal finish is burning itself into the back of my eyes. I want to take a step back, but he's shouting at me not to move. [i]Move?[/i] I'm too afraid to [b]breathe[/b] right now.

And why? Why am I afraid? I'm an unarmed, black, ten year old kid who has done nothing wrong. If we look at this situation objectively, there's no reason to be afraid. The gun is unnecessary in this situation. There's no reason for the cop to pull the trigger.

[b]...who do I think I'm kidding?[/b]

The cop behind the gun is trembling. He's shaking so badly that I can't keep my eyes focused on the gun any longer. It's moving too much. He's a greasy faced, red headed, whitebread patrolman who probably spent his whole life in Woodcrest. He's totally going to pull the trigger. Why? Because I'm the first black youth he's seen that hasn't been on TV. Everything he thinks he knows about me he's gleaned from re-runs of [i]Gangstalicious: Resurrection[/i] and YouTube videos of Kanye West's public spectacle at the MTV Music Video Awards. He's going to pull the trigger because the fear of not knowing what happens if he [i]doesn't[/i] pull that trigger outweighs the fear of what happens if he [b]does[/b].

'Shooting while white' isn't a crime in or of itself. Getting shot while black? That's reasonable doubt. Why did the black kid get shot? Who needs facts to answer that question? Society has force fed people enough stories so the facts become less important. We can just fill those in. Gangs. Drugs. Gangs and drugs. Mix and match. You know you do it. You read the one paragraph news blurb in the paper about the black kid who got shot, then turn the page without batting an eye. 

I'm about to become that black kid you read about. You'll spare a sentence about how the cop is on paid leave pending an investigation that will never be written about. No one will report on a story when everyone can conveniently contrive their own facts from skin color alone. You'll read my one paragraph story and then flip the page so you can check out when the premiere of [i]Real Housewives of Topeka, Kansas[/i] airs.

So that leaves me just one choice. [i]Do or do not.[/i] And the moment I realize what it is I'm about to do, is the moment when I realize: [b]I'm in a nigga moment.[/b]

Man, how did it come to this?