Captain Uni
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The Artist Formerly Known As Simple Unicycle
STATUS: The bugs are back. 8 days ago
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The bugs are back.
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2 mos ago
If this watch breaks, the foreign exchange market will take a twenty-eight percent hit. People will die.
5 mos ago
bro aren't you 15 go do your homework instead of screaming about your WIFEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
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5 mos ago
"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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6 mos ago
Thеy needed a stealth soldier, so I put my hands on the hibachi hot plate at Benihana and burned my fuckin fingerprints off. They will not find me.
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Bio
Absolute clown. Dark and gritty superhero fan fiction guaranteed or your money back.
Most Recent Posts
I would have waited just to claim 100th post but eh.
12:24 AM; July 7th, 2018
Abandoned Apartments; New York City
PART TWO
Pain runs through every part of my body as the superhero I'm facing off against throws me right through a wall. It didn't hurt as much as it would have if the wall wasn't already brittle and ready to collapse into dust, but then again getting punched in the nuts hurts just as much as getting kicked in them. With a grunt, I pull myself up to my feet, spitting out a gob of blood as I keep the knife at the ready.
"I swear to god if that knife wasn't yours and I get super AIDS from this place I am going to kill you, Castle!"
I step through the wall I tossed him through, and find him still brandishing the blade, hunched over like a wild dog, "Give it up, Castle. You can't win this."
A vicious grin makes its way across my face. "Well at least I'll go down being a pain in the ass!" I say, if only to sound tough. She's right, though; it didn't matter how good I was in a fight, if she wanted to then she could turn my head into ground beef with a single punch. I wish I had a grenade or something right about now. Then again, that would make the whole building colla-
... Wait a minute...
... Well, I was already a dumb move guy. Might as well top all of the ones I've had along this journey.
I rush at her, swinging the blade, which she easily avoids with a sidestep. She slings one of her webs at me, using it to throw me through another wall; just as planned. The building groans in protest, and I pull myself back to my feet again. It's already close to collapsing in on itself, and I'm sure a bunch of the people around here weren't happy with the eyesore. I'm just doing them a favor, which just so happens to help me out too.
I wipe the blood from the corner of my mouth as she approaches, knife still at the ready. "... That the best you got?"
<Snipped quote by Simple Unicycle>
Fuck you. I'm young and on fleek.
>Thirty years old
>Young
Choose one.
<Snipped quote by Simple Unicycle>
How old are you?
Sixteen, going on seventeen in November.
Man it feels weird being the hip young person in an RP full of old farts.
@Hound55 You kinda goofed on your images dude, you can't use a Google Images page for them. Here's the actual URLs to put in:
Image 1 (suggest resizing and hosting it on imgur because it's pretty huge): i0.wp.com/www.strangerviews.com/wp-co…
Image 2: 78.media.tumblr.com/c3bb3afcb2e53e748…
EDIT: Well nvm I guess, second image is still goofed though.
Image 1 (suggest resizing and hosting it on imgur because it's pretty huge): i0.wp.com/www.strangerviews.com/wp-co…
Image 2: 78.media.tumblr.com/c3bb3afcb2e53e748…
EDIT: Well nvm I guess, second image is still goofed though.
Perhaps for those that re-apply we replace the "What makes this character 'Ultimate'?" section with a brief explanation as to how you plan to have your character develop from Year One to Year Two.
I'm gonna go the obvious route and make Frank's stories go from a gritty, grounded noir revenge tale to pure pulp fiction like saving babies from an orphanage that's being burned down by terrorists. If only to include the picture of Tequila holding a baby and a gun.
E: Also holy shit, three IC posts in the span of just ten minutes.
12:18 AM; July 7th, 2018
One of Many Side Alleys; New York City
ISSUE #4
THE SPECTACULAR SPIDER-WOMAN
PART ONE
THE SPECTACULAR SPIDER-WOMAN
PART ONE
"You shot cops tonight, Frank," I clench my fist as the two of us glare at one another. "Now, I hold some obnoxiously liberal views of the police force as much as any other 'millennial snowflake', but attempted murder is beyond the pale. Whatever it is that started this, whoever you were when you started this, but I have to assume gunning down cops wasn't a part of the plan. Innocent people are going to die before this is all over, Frank. Hell they may have tonight."
I furrow my brow. "You're right. It wasn't part of the plan. And maybe you won't believe it, but I didn't shoot to kill. Those were my friends, and it's a damn shame things had to be this way, but I won't let anyone get in the way of my mission. Not my friends, not criminals, and certainly not some superpowered kid playing dress up."
"Turn yourself in," I growl. "Or I'm putting you down."
I force out a humorless laugh at that. "Turn myself in? When this is over, maybe." I let my eyes scan over the alleyway slowly. There are a few trash cans, the old-timey kind with the circular lids, that I could probably put to use. But it would be stupid to stay here, in a cramped back alley, twenty feet under a superhero. I'd have to lure her away, somewhere less open, somewhere where she can't swing and jump around...
Dave mentioned an abandoned apartment near his house a few weeks back. Something about it being a popular spot for druggies before the police cleared them all out. That seems like my best bet; enclosed hallways, lots of rooms to hide in, the like. I didn't want to kill her, not that I could given she probably has more strength and durability in her pinkie finger than I do in my entire body, but if I could find some way to disable her then I'd be set.
But for now, we haven't taken to fighting. There was enough time to talk, then. Maybe make her slip up somehow. "... This is going to sound generic, but we're not so different, you and me. We both saw the crime and corruption around us, both probably had something important taken away from us because of it, and we wouldn't stand for it any longer. Difference is how we go about it; you still think criminals have a chance to redeem themselves, so you haul them in. I don't, so I put them down like the rabid dogs they are."
I could only hope that hit close to home somehow. Maybe she'd get distracted by her own thoughts on what I said. Or maybe I just sounded like some generic comic book villain, monologuing to the hero who couldn't give less of a shit about my motivations, and she would be trying too hard not to laugh enough for me to get away before she can process it. Whatever the case, I decided to chance it; I break out into a sprint, being sure to grab one of the metal trash can lids along the way as an impromptu weapon/shield. Hopefully, that abandoned apartment wasn't too far.
Oh boy, time for the first bit of IC interaction between two players in this RP.
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