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October 28th, 4:08 PM
Hope Springs, West Virginia


When the Vine Stalker slammed into Bubba, the towering man was knocked off his feet. Sailing back through the air, he smashed into the much smaller form of Pa Buford. With a scream, the elder Masterson was crushed beneath his kin, the flamethrower falling to the ground. Shaking his head to clear the brief feeling of disorientation that had resulted from his collision with the creature, Bubba looked down to instantly see his unconscious Pa on the ground.

"W-wo-no!" He cried in distress, checking over him in a panic. "I'm s-sorry, Pa! It wu'nt my fault, it was that there Bug Man!"

Bubba was many things, but a doctor wasn't one of them. In his unconscious state, bleeding from a clearly broken nose, it was impossible for his simple mind to tell whether the patriarch of the Masterson clan was dead or merely unconscious. The very idea of the former brought tears to his eyes...and rage to his heart.

"NGHYYAAAAAUUHH!" Bubba Blue roared to his feet, raising his arms to the sky. Already massive, his muscles began to ripple and expand to the point where the arms and legs of his blue checkered shirt and overalls began to tear. Soon, the buttons of his shirt popped open and his overalls fell to reveal his muscular - and hairy - chest. Something was burning inside of him, the same strange feeling that started about a year ago when he began changing.

Slamming his booted foot down onto the ground with enough force to cause a small tremor, Bubba swerved on the vine stalker. He now seemed smaller than before, even though he thought he saw him grow. It didn't matter: he was going to pay for making him hurt his pa!

"IMMA WHUMP YOU TILL YOU NO LONGER MOVE, YA DURN MONSTER!" Bubba charged at him with startling speed for a being of such size - well over eight feet now! - and bulk, swinging his tree trunk-like arms at Harris with an even greater force than before. While he wouldn't be winning any awards for technique, he more than made up for it with his sheer power and ferocity.
October 28th, 4:06 PM
Hope Springs, West Virginia


They knew It was going to attack when they began setting the forest ablaze. It could barely stand anyone even cutting trees down, much less trying to set the whole damn place on fire! They were ready, and they were all armed with either flamers or shotguns. They were expecting the creature to move on them quickly...

But It had moved with far greater speed than they could ever anticipate.

Before any of them could react, "Doc" Willie and Floyd had gone down, leaving Pa Bufford as the sole remaining member of the Masterson clan with a flamethrower. His eyes flaring in a mixture of startled fear and absolute fury, he aimed the flamer at the plant-bug-monster. Unleashing the stream of napalm at the creature with a roar of his own as gunfire erupted around them, he was infuriated to see the majority of his clan already fleeing in terror.

Firing wildly at the Vine Stalker even as they ran, five out of the remaining seven conscious Mastersons piled into two of the jeeps and began making tracks to escape, having realized they had bitten off way more than they could possibly chew. "Goddamn little yella' shits! I'm gon' tan your hides right proper for this!"

But not all the Mastersons were fleeing. Pa Buford was standing his ground, and so was Bubba Blue!

"Bubba, go on and whump it's ass!" Buford shouted, continuing to spray a steady stream of fire at the beast as the young man used his oversized hands to grasp onto a sizable boulder and rip it free from the ground with a broad and misshapen grin stretched across his equally malformed face.

Hurling the boulder at the monster a short distance away from him, he wasn't content to leave it at that and began charging at it without fear. "Imma wump you good, ya durn ol' bug man!"

Swinging those big and powerful arms that could effortlessly pulverize a pickup truck at the creature, Bubba Blue screamed with a mad fury.
October 28th, 4:02 PM
Hope Springs, West Virginia


They had been searching for over ten minutes for Darrel, each jeep moving independently to cover as much ground as possible. Despite this, however, they had been unsuccessful in locating their missing family member. It was only when the Masterson clan reconvened at the clearing that they saw him: strung up from the trees, unconscious.

Pa Buford could feel his blood boiling at the sight of one of his clan being manhandled in such a way. Nobody had ever dared to spite them and walked away. "You damn Tree Fucker! String my kin up like a fuckin' spade, will you?!"

The other members were equally incensed by the creature's action, Bubba Blue in particular cracking his knuckles. Standing nearly seven feet in height with arms that seemed disproportionately large and swollen at the bottom, his beady eyes had gone bloodshot with rage. "Lemme at it, pa! I'mma whump it good!"

"You can whump it all you like, but first we needsta lure it out!" Buford responded, glancing to the rest of his family. "If'n it wants a war, then we's givin' one! Get the flamers!"

An assortment of toothless, yellow grins lit up the clearing as the Masterson clan quickly moved to their respective jeeps in order to retrieve a trio of flamethrowers, while Jeb and Cletus cut Darrel down. The dynamite they'd set wasn't working for some reason, but there'd be no way the Vine Stalker would be able to stop these weapons!

"Let's light this somebitch's house up!" Buford exclaimed, now wearing his flame retardant suit over his army fatigues alongside Floyd and "Doc" Willie. Wasting little time, they turned their flamers on the surrounding trees. When the Vine Stalker appeared, they'd turn them on it instead...and if that didn't work, well...then Bubba would just have to whump it!

Bubba was much more special than most boys his age, after all. He'd been blessed by the Lord!
@DescartesWell, I just read your backstory and I kind of need to know a little more. first thing, though...

The RP kind of exists in its own Multiverse. It isn't directly connected to the comic book DCU. Like, we have some people now that are clearly straight adaptions of canon characters (IE, Sinestro), and so your character being "Lex Luthor" is fine...heck, Superman just happening to be named "Clark Kent" in one of the infinite universes out there is fine too...I just wanted to note that our setting's Multiverse doesn't operate by the same rules as the canon one. For instance, Earth-1 in our cosmology is simply a "normal" Earth. A world with no superheroes.

Now, my question is...was your Lex Luthor supposed to have come from the Earth-1 of our cosmology? The "real world", where he worked as a comic shop owner?
@DescartesWell, Alf doesn't seem to have a problem with it, so I guess it's fine.
@DescartesYeah, I mainly did this after someone made a Bane who was 5'6, whose height I didn't notice until after I'd already accepted them. It made me perhaps overreact a little. Honestly, it probably doesn't need to be a rule, I just need to pay closer attention to see if the height fits with the character archetype.

Oh, and...um, your character won't work I'm afraid because someone has already claimed that archetype. ^^;
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October 28th, 3:49 PM
Hope Springs, West Virginia


"PA!" Darrel screamed when the vines emerged from the ground and encircled his legs. Before he could say another word or get off a shot with his rifle, it ripped him off his feet and began dragging him deeper into the woods. "PA HELP! SOMETHIN'S GOT HOLD OF ME!"

Twisting on his heel, Pa Buford and the other Mastersons standing with him glanced between one another in confusion. It wasn't like Darrel to let a critter sneak up on him like that. Their confusion was soon cleared up, however, when Jim Bob came running towards them in a panic. His face was white, and not in the good Christian way.

"I...I seen it again, Pa! It got Darrel!" Jim Bob wheezed out, hands resting on his legs. "It's vines came up from the ground and plum dragged him away into the forest!"

Narrowing his eyes, Pa Buford immediately turned back to where their jeeps were parked without another word. The other Mastersons took that as a cue to call the others back. It didn't take long for the remaining nine members of the clan to assemble and start piling into their jeeps in an effort to chase after Darrel and his abductor.

Belching yet more exhaust into the air, they rumbled through the forest as "Doc" Willie used his binoculars to try and spot any sign of the boy or their target. "Don't see no sign of him yet, Bu."

"Let's detonate the charges, Pa! Maybe it'll draw it out, and we can make it show us where Darrel is!" Floyd suggested over the radio.

Buford, however, was quick to shut that idea down. "We don't know where it took em'. Till we get our kin back, we can't risk blastin' anythang here apart."

No, they would have to track this mountain monster down the old fashion way.
October 28th, 3:33 PM
Hope Springs, West Virginia


"YEEE!" Rufus whooped from the window of his all-terrain jeep, one of three military camouflaged vehicles that now burned a trail through the thousands of acres of forest that Hope Springs was home to. "We gon' bag ourselves a Bug Man!!"

Each of these trio of vehicles was loaded with several members of the Masterson clan, ten men in all. Pa Buford, Jim Bob, Billy Joe and Rufus Masterson lead the pack, with the second jeep containing Floyd, Darrel, and Jeb Masterson. Bringing up the rear were "Doc" Willie, Verne, and Bubba Blue Masterson.

They came armed with every rifle, shotgun, assault weapon, and pistol in their arsenal as well as a wide assortment of steel nets, cages and, high yield explosives. This would be the biggest hunt the family had engaged in ever since those beavers drank Bubba Blue's moonshine. All the leftover C4 from back then had just been going to waste ever since!

"Hold up," Pa Buford called out over the CB radio in his jeep. "Ya'll stop at this clearin' up here."

Obediently following their Patriarch's instructions, the other two jeeps pulled to a stop in the clearing. Flinging open the doors, they hopped out onto the ground, dried leaves and twigs crackling under their heavy combat boots. Armed with their firearm of choice, the Masterson clan all gathered 'round to hear the words of Pa Buford.

Unfolding a cheap plastic table on the ground, Pa laid a map of Hope Springs across it. Running a tobacco-stained finger across a circular area marked on the map, his eyes darted between the other members of his clan. "We know that the 'Vine Stalker' been seen mostly in this area here. We know he don't like it when folks exercise their God-given right to hold dominion over nature, neither. That means we's already know how to draw him out!"

The other Mastersons slowly nodded along, with Cletus being the first to speak up.

"If'n thats how it is, Pa, then let's slaughter us up some elk and deer!" Cletus' face stretched into a grin full of missing teeth. "That's sure to make him good and proper mad!"

Pa gently shook his head at this plan, reaching out to place his hand on the younger man's shoulder. "Now Cletus, that ain't the way of Jesus."

"Ah..." Cletus hung his head as Buford made his way to the back of his jeep. "I'm sorry, pa, you right."

Throwing open the trunk of the vehicle to reveal many stacks of red cylinders, Pa Buford grinned cheerfully to the others. "We gotta blast this 'somebitch out with some proper dynamite!"

A chorus of hoots and hollers filled the forest in that moment as the Masterson clan quickly began unloading every ounce of C4 they had on them. In a startlingly short amount of time, they manage to rig up their section of the forest with the explosives in such a way that the resulting wildfire could potentially endanger every animal, plant and perhaps even human being living there when they went off.

Yeah, that should lure their Bug Man out!
Siobhan had spent most of their trip through the storm making sure that Kailani didn't end up being thrown overboard by the monstrous storm. Having spent most of her life on the Grand Line, she was no stranger to ridiculously dangerous storms...but it had quickly became apparent that the Devil's Tempest wasn't really the problem: the whole island was ringed with jagged rocks! When combined with the powerful winds knocking them all about, it was little wonder that every other vessel had been obliterated.

But The Striker had proven that it wasn't just any other vessel: it had been built for just this purpose by the woman that was going to help her sail all the way to the end of the Grand Line! Siobhan never doubted that it would make it to the other side...she wouldn't have accepted Kailani as her shipwright if she had any lingering doubts.

"Kailani, you're amazin'!" She cheered at the shorter woman, sweeping several strands of soggy red hair out of her eyes. She was drenched head-to-toe, her clothes an utter mess...but she couldn't care less! They made it out, and her comrade had accomplished the first step in achieving her - and her friend's - dream.

While they had sprung a leak, it didn't really matter. Now that they were out of the storm, guiding The Striker back to her fishing boat would be a simple thing.

"Relax! Ya did it!" Siobhan placed her hands on Kailani's shoulders. "Ya really are every bit as amazin' a shipwright as ya said!"

And she was now a part of her crew!

That's right. Today, it wasn't just Kailani who took the first step towards achieving her dream. With her first member recruited, Siobhan was one small step closer to One Piece!
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