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Current @DocTachyon that would be based I think
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The bugs are back.
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If this watch breaks, the foreign exchange market will take a twenty-eight percent hit. People will die.
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bro aren't you 15 go do your homework instead of screaming about your WIFEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
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"No. This is somewhere to be. This is all you have, but it's still something. Streets and sodium lights. The sky, the world. You're still alive."
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And got a final character, a (supposedly) cybernetically enhanced Morvai Security Ranger that is totally not a JC Denton expy.

An epic (sadly, non-canon) crossover between Heroes Reborn and Justice League Unlimited Volume 2. Brought to you by the minds of Simple Unicycle and @Sir Lurksalot, two players who participate in both RPs.

This is simply part one.

An epic (sadly, non-canon) crossover between Heroes Reborn and Justice League Unlimited Volume 2. Brought to you by the minds of Simple Unicycle and @Sir Lurksalot, two players who participate in both RPs.

This is simply part one.

Ready when you are, Cap.
Got a new character.



Pico Boulevard.

Pico was essentially the red light district of this part of Korven, being about a half mile away from the bustling sub-district of New Osaka. A few vendors were lined up along the street, selling anything from kebabs to trinkets to knives. Girls strutted up and down the sidewalk, propositioning men and women alike to see if they wanted their services; some accepted, a few didn't have the money, and the rest just shook their heads in disgust and wandered on.

Cameron Campbell watched the bustling activity of the street, chuckling to himself for a moment before tossing his cigarette onto the asphalt. His sneakers extinguished the still burning cancer stick as he walked down the road, replaying the events of last night in his mind. He had gotten thoroughly plastered, and some suit business suit type had approached him and asked him to handle a job. Some business rival of his or something or other.

It had been years since he did any assassinations in the business world, though he always missed capping corrupt corporate fucks. Businessmen were never his type of people, greedy and lazy, extorting those in lower positions and reaping the profits afterwards. Morvai would be a lot better without them, especially Dicktator Joe, the fat bastard.

But enough thinking. It was time to act. The club was a block away, and the glowing green neon sign lit up the dark street. The booming bass of the music playing within the nightclub shook the sidewalks nearby, and a surly bouncer stood at the head of a long line to enter, arms crossed.

"Hm. Looks like I'll be taking the back," Cam muttered to himself wryly, before slipping into the back alley and entering the club through the supply room exit. He maneuvered his way past various boxes filled with booze, cigarettes, and less legal things, before opening the door and heading into the club proper.



This place reeks of broken dreams and alcoholism, not just from the patrons but from the bartenders, the girls dancing onstage, hell, even the guards. Cam felt he'd be doing a favor killing every last one of them. Freeing them from the torment of their lives. But that's not his job. His job is to take out some fat, greedy, selfish snob.

He looked at the photo one last time. Middle-aged, greying ginger hair in a combover, a staggeringly large gut. This guy'd be easy to spot. Cam scanned through the club, spotting the guy sitting with two women who were half his age on either side of him. Their faces said 'I love you'. Their eyes said 'get me out of here'. The man didn't catch onto their eyes.

Cam approached the table, watching the fat man grab at both women's crotches in sync. One gave him a slap. The other a sucker punch straight to the jaw. The women, disgusted, got up and left. He looked hurt almost, pathetic, like a puppy lost in the rain. His day was about to get a whole helluva lot worse.

Cam walked up to the man. The man looked up at him, sadness in his eyes.

"... Yeah? What is it?"

Wordlessly, Cam pulled out his pistol and fired off three rounds into the man's face. It didn't quite blow his head off. It made his head into ground beef.

No screams erupted. No patrons ran away. No one even cast a glance at the scene. They were all drunk as an Irishman or high as a kite, or, in some cases, both.

The guards, however, noticed.

Cam burst into a sprint, running back to the supply room. Two guards followed, guns at the ready but not risking a shot, no, not while he's zigzagging around patrons. Any collateral damage and they'd get their pay docked, and they didn't want that.

The door was turned into splinters by Cam's bulky frame, and the other didn't stand a chance against his running kick. Soon he was running through the alley, veins pumping battery acid and muscles screaming for rest. Shots went off behind him. One got him right in the shoulder. He kept running.

Eventually he lost them. It took ducking into more than a few sidealleys, and clambering onto more than one rooftop, but he did it. And now he didn't know where the hell he was.

"Not like I was planning on going home tonight anyway," Cam laughed, shaking his head. He hissed slightly in pain as he rolled his shoulders, bullet still in there. Damn. Wasn't a clean penetration. He'd need to get it out somehow.

"Well... At least it was good exercise."
Joe watched on as Frankie and Shepherd began to dig the grave, minding their surroundings and keeping an eye out for danger. After a while, there was the clunk of metal upon metal, and Joe craned his head towards the sound to see Shepherd examining a chest. He approached the grave, eyeing the chest and the label on it. "Vault 76 Trinkets. Hrm." The old man, Franz, was very enthusiastic about opening it, and as was the supermutant Frankie.

"Fellas, I ain't keen on dyin'. I may look like I'm dumb as a box of rocks but I know about Vault 76 and I know that it's no damn good. Whatever's in that chest, we should keep it locked up tight. And as for a gravemarker, I can fashion up a cross from some branches. That chest don't need to be opened." The mountain of a man was very adamant about keeping that damn thing shut, and why shouldn't he be? With his luck it was a bomb that'd go off as soon as the chest opened. They shouldn't risk it.
Wiped many years after the fact because I don't want past mistakes to haunt me.
You know I'm in, Omega.
@Simple UnicycleI really want Cam and Jo to meet up, as I imagine a few things might happen:
A) They'll play a round of 'who has the biggest'(guns of course, pervs) and then fight.
B) Get drunk and then fight.
C) Go on the most epic bar brawl Morvai has ever seen, probably leaving the district in ruin... Then fight.
D) All of the above and they'll probably bang or something.

Good times for almost all involved.


This... This is brilliant.
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