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11 yrs ago
Alright status update: I have started a new job and am currently in the process of getting used to said job. To all the games I'm currently in I will starting work on responses this weekend
11 yrs ago
Due to a misplacement of my laptop I will unlikely be able to post until Friday or there abouts. My apologies for those waiting on me.

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Can’t be any worse than me contemplating having the Red Hulk be the Red Lantern in Alan’s story……

Location: Gateway City – Nightfall
Episode #1.02: Echoes of the Starheart

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"It wasn’t supposed to be like this."

A flicker of emerald light cuts through the foggy streets of Gateway City. Alan Scott’s figure moves with purpose, the Starheart’s pulse guiding him like an ancient heartbeat beneath the pavement. His mind drifts back—sharp and clear—as memories flood in from the past.



The year was long ago, and Alan stood beneath the cold gaze of the Guardians, ring heavy on his finger, light bending at his command. He was a Green Lantern, but unlike any other. The Starheart within him burned with a power neither fully understood nor welcomed. The Guardians, masters of cosmic order, viewed the Starheart as a chaotic aberration. They’d sealed it away, buried it deep beneath layers of universal law and forgotten magic.

"This isn’t just energy," an ancient Guardian's voice echoed coldly, "it’s a force older than the Corps—a living will that defies our control."

Alan struggled to master it, the power inside clashing with the rigid constructs of the Lantern ring. It was a battle of wills; control was necessary, but so was harmony.

Nights spent syncing with the Starheart’s chaotic flame, learning its language of ancient fire and old magic. Days confronting the painful truth—the Guardians had betrayed the Starheart, fearing its freedom.

At last, the choice. To stay bound by their laws, or break free.

"I am not your soldier," Alan declared, voice steady despite the weight of consequence. "The Starheart and I will walk our own path."



Back in the present, the pulse quickens. Alan’s boots skid on wet asphalt as he rounds the corner of an alley, emerald light flaring. Shadows twist—figures moving with desperate speed, clutching stolen tech, trying to escape the law and themselves.

The crime is small but telling—a desperate grasp at power that echoes the Starheart’s fracture spreading across the city.

With a swift motion, Alan raises his hand. Emerald chains crackle, ensnaring the culprits with gentle but unbreakable force.

"It doesn’t have to end like this." His voice is calm, a promise and a warning.

The police arrive moments later, taking custody of those caught. Alan fades into the night, the Starheart’s glow dimming but never gone.

"The wounds are still fresh, but the fight is far from over," he thinks, tracing a new signal pulsing faintly on his ring.



Location: Remote Military Base – Russia


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Beneath the frozen tundra, where whispers of war and wrath fester unseen, a cage rattles in the darkness. Cold metal echoes with the quiet hum of containment fields and distant footsteps patrolling under harsh floodlights.

A figure stirs—a shadow cloaked not by night but by rage. Flames not of emerald but of crimson flicker in his eyes, burning with fury untamed and an oath unforgotten. The cold cannot quell him.

The base is a cage, but the fire inside refuses to be contained. Somewhere far away, the pulse of the Starheart calls out—an ancient light in a fractured world.

The war is coming.

And the fire of vengeance burns as red as ever.
So a couple of questions, have we already made it a posting cycle cause I have been so off track lately, secondly where do you guys go to find good banners for yalls headers? Im trying to purposely stay away from the name Green Lantern as to give someone else who may come along the freedom to use the name and all the things that go with it but i cant find anything with Sentinel (kinda figured that would be a hard one to find) but I cant find a good frame that would work as a banner of Alan ala @Master Bruce and others of the like with cool banners.
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I will say, within the right circumstances, I necessarily wouldn't be against a Tony PC, but it would require a lot of working with me as he's kind of integral to my story.


I ain’t gonna front, I’m excited to see rhodey as the main Iron Man
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As he should be


You know as well as I do that if Tony didn’t get kidnapped and trapped in that cave there would be no war machine lol
@Sep I said Tony like Iron man not war machine lol, touché you got me there
I’m surprised not to see Tony show up this round, had I not decided to play the (NOT) Green Lantern I would have picked him and driven him straight to Superior Iron Man. I’m hoping that one day someone picks up another lantern cause I have a whole storyline involving one lol.

Location: Hall of Memory - Ruins beneath Gateway City, WA
Occupation #1.01: Starborn Fallout

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"You feel it too, don't you? The air's gone wrong down here."
Dust drifted down in shimmering spirals, catching the pale emerald glow of Alan Scott’s steps as he moved deeper into the substructure. The Hall of Memory hadn't existed on any modern map for decades—not since the Agency sealed it off under layers of urban reconstruction and federal silence. Beneath cracked columns and defunct containment pylons, forgotten sigils still pulsed faintly with the residue of warding spells. This place once held power. Now it trembled with warning.
The Sentinel's cloak whispered along the stone as he approached the ancient nexus point, a jagged breach in the earth still scarred from when the Reach bomb detonated above. He crouched, gloved fingers brushing along the edge of a glowing fracture.
"Fractures don't just appear in bedrock. This is fallout."
The Starheart flickered to life within him—at first reluctant, then urgent. It remembered this place. More than that, it remembered something waking here. Not a weapon. Not a spell.
A seed.
"No wonder the Guardians wanted it buried."
In the years since merging with the Starheart, Alan had grown accustomed to whispers. But this was no whisper. This was pulling—a magnetic resonance in his bones, a phantom ache in his chest, drawing him toward something that pulsed just beneath reality. A soul-rhythm. Something familiar. Something broken.
He stood tall once more, emerald flame curling along his shoulders, flickering like breath from some mythic furnace. The old world—science and sorcery divided—was ending. The new one, born of Reach invasions and mutated metahumans, was a child still gnashing its teeth in the dark.
And he, a relic of both, was its accidental father.
"Fragments of me are waking up in children who have no idea what they are. And the Agency is hunting them because they can't control it." He clenched a fist, and the earth trembled lightly in response.
His ring flashed with a series of arcane glyphs. Six anomalies detected within the last thirty-six hours. All within twenty miles. All teenagers. All missing.
"I made a vow: no more hiding. If this is my fault..." He narrowed his gaze, the glow intensifying around him, burning bright in the darkness.
"Then I'm going to make damn sure no one pays the price for my silence ever again."
He turned from the breach and vanished in a blaze of runes—headed for the surface, where smoke always waited.
The fallout had begun.
And this time, Sentinel would not stand in judgment.
He would stand in fire.


Man @Sep with all these possibilities you've suggested I'm surprised that you haven't used any of them lol
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What if Iris West was... Edris West the fastest man alive but also the host to the symbiote?


I'd support this, this would be hilariously awesome to see play out
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