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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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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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Absolute clown. Dark and gritty superhero fan fiction guaranteed or your money back.




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I don't think Civil War or the SHRA/Accords is really an appropriate story avenue for a game where most of the heroes haven't even met eachother.

Besides. Batman would kick all of your asses.

I mean sure, he can barely handle one mind-controlled superhuman like Jessica Jones and has gotten his ass handed to him by Deadshot at least once, but c'mon. He'd adapt.


Prep time, bruh.
So, this morning I wake up and hop on my laptop. I open up Chrome, head to RPG, and...



... I think Wraith is catching up.


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I've only been on the list once out of all the times, I believe, and that was during the period I was working on my roof. Otherwise I've posted within 7-8 days of my previous one each time.

Speaking of, was planning to today but had a visit from family. Been away from my computer until now. Going to catch some sleep soon, but I'll work on the next post tomorrow before D&D.


I know, lol, I was just fucking with you.
Weekly Post Check!

If these are inaccurate, let me know and I apologize in advance. I'm on my phone and double checking these would be alot more time consuming. But I will be double checking later tonight.

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Retired? Not having just a day to go? I better go see if any pigs have sprouted wings.
because I physically cannot get enough Punisher from him (and I had to suck up to ensure a collab)


Speaking of that collab...

We broke the no collab rule to be able to make Punisher and Vig's conversation not last a bunch of one to two paragraph posts. Hope you all enjoy or something.

Morning
Town Square; Warpath, Texas

ISSUE #15
GHOST RIDERS IN THE SKY
PART TWO


"Color me innarested, Mister Castle." Vig holstered his guns and walked clockwise around Castle, coming to face him in front. He extended a hand and hoped the fellow vigilante wasn’t too practiced in the art of the quickdraw if things went south. "But, tell you the honest truth? I ain’t exactly certain you’ll be ready for what you see here."


I took a look at the cowboy's hand, before extending my own and giving his a shake. As we parted, I quirked an eyebrow at what he said. I could handle a bunch of bandits or whatever was going on here. "Not entirely sure what you mean there. I've seen enough stuff that, at this point, nothing will surprise me. I can handle whatever shit's going on in this town."

I headed around to the back of my van, being sure to stay slow just in case the cowboy didn't like what I was doing. I opened up the back of my van, stepping inside and grabbing the duffel bag that held my arsenal. Jumping out of the van and closing it back up, I set the bag down on the desert floor and opened it up, pulling out my vest and a few guns. "Whoever's gonna try to show up on your doorstep... I think I got enough guns to make sure they stay as far away from it as possible."

"Exactly how much experience have you got tanglin' with... Let's call it 'supernatural' kindsa things? I know you rassled with that Spider Lady, but I mean... The really strange." The cowboy crossed his arms and his eyes flitted over my arsenal, sizing it up.

I quirked an eyebrow at his question. "... Back in New York City, I was a cop. There were a few stranger calls. Had to bust a cult one time operating out of an abandoned tenement building. Didn't seem like they were very... Connected with whatever they were worshiping though."

"Well..." The cowboy looked down at his boots for a moment, and then his eyes came up and connected with mine. "Suppose I best letcha' see for yerself." He turned on his heel and started making for the door a few blocks down. We passed an old Saloon that looked on its last legs and turned into the remains of what looked like an 18th century courtroom.

I thought it was another person in the back, for a second. But there was something deeply fucked up about him. No movement, the rise and fall of the chest. His eyes looked glassed over. The closer I got, the less real he became. His skin was covered in wood, like he was a lifesize doll.

"That..." The cowboy pointed to the wooden man. "Is what happened to the people here after the last fight to come to town."

It took a few blinks before I realized that what I was staring at wasn't some sick trick of the mind. "... What the hell?" was all I could choke out, as I slowly approached the doll... Or person. "What the hell did this? Or, a better question I probably should have asked: can you even kill something that can do this?

"The Dummy. You might've seen his body ridin' in." The cowboy tilted his hat back and went to the side of the room, pulling a tarp over the body. "Someone or somethin' gave that no good sonuvabitch powers, n' sent him here to kill me, and git something I don't even have."

The Dummy? There was a guy who used to go by that back in New York. We never managed to catch him. From what we could understand, he was a sort of mercenary, taking jobs for whoever paid highest, whether it be intimidation or hits. The hits were what gained him notoriety... I still have nightmares about the bodies.

The cowboy turned to face me, and he pulled the red bandana from around his mouth. His beard was patchy, hastily shaved after too many sleepless nights. Hell, it looked like mine.

"I've... Seen things. Monsters you can't even rightly well imagine. What's coming next? I don't know. What I do know is that this time I got a warning from on high. N' I gotta make it count." He swallowed hard. "For them."

"Don't worry. I'll help out however I can. We'll deal with whatever comes next and then look for the source." I paused, remembering his mention of the Dummy. "... That guy, the Dummy. What'd he look like? I might know him."

"Small feller. Real round cheeks, messed up smile, big 'ol eyes... His skin was like the others, but that wooden stuff drained right on outta' him when he passed." His voice caught on the last word, but he moved past it. "Tell you the truth, I don't remember it too great. Was a bit out of sorts when it happened."

Small guy. Round cheeks, weird smile, big eyes... Almost exactly what the witness reports of the Dummy were like. Difference is, he was, you know, human. "There was a guy like that back in New York. Human, though. Still, it might be the same guy. Could've gained some type of metagene through experimentation or... Something like that." I made a mental note to have Micro look into it.

"Yeah. Somethin'..." The Cowboy looked for a beat at the tarp, then tore his gaze away. He beckoned to me. "C'mon. Figure I should show you around. They call me Vigilante, by the by. Vig for short. But you can jes call me Greg if you like."

"Alright, sounds good. Pleased to make your acquaintance, Greg." Without another word, I followed after him.
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Well if you're posting an Evil Dead gif I guess I have to join now.
I don't even know what the fuck is happening in here anymore, not sure if I want to.
Two Days Later; Afternoon
An Internet Cafe; Little Rock, Arkansas

This afternoon saw me sitting in a cafe, laptop in front of me, cup of coffee to my side, and a bunch of hipsters who think they're the next Steve Jobs or Lex Luthor all around me. I stared at the laptop in front of me, massaging my temples slowly to deal with the massive headache I was getting from this conversation. Gritting my teeth, I typed up a reply.

Castle90: No.
Microchip89: Come on, Frank!
Castle90: No. I'm not answering that ad.
Microchip89: Frank, seriously, this is your chance to team up with another hero, show the world that you're not a bad guy! Get them to trust you a bit!
Castle90: Dave, they don't need to think I'm the good guy. I couldn't care less what they think about me so long as I keep people safe.
Microchip89: And the first step to keeping people safe is letting them know that you are trying to keep them safe.
Castle90: If that means dressing up in tights and helping out other people in tights, that's a hard no for me.
Microchip89: Just check it out. Please?
Castle90:
Microchip89: Please?
Castle90: Fine.
Microchip89: Here's a link to the thread it was posted on: vigilante,net/forum/advertisements/thread#=293

I clicked on the link, being taken to a thread on vigilante.net titled 'Need Help In Warpath, TX'. Hm. The town was less than a day away. Might be worth checking out I suppose. I read the contents, posted by a Bgunn52.

Need Help In Warpath, TX
Posted by BGunn52 3 Days Ago
Please help. Warpath, Texas is under seige. All points bulletin. Need any help we can get. Metahumans. Vigilantes. Heroes.

There were no replies yet. Seems no one really cared or no one had seen it. I clicked the reply button and typed a quick something up.

RE: Need Help In Warpath, TX
Posted by Castle90 <1 Minute Ago
Punisher on it.

With that out of the way, I closed up the laptop and chugged the rest of my coffee, before leaving the cafe. Getting back into my van, I set the laptop down, hopped into the driver's seat, and started the ignition. It took a moment, but eventually the engine purred (well, more cried painfully) to life. Taking in a deep breath, I drove off in the direction of Warpath, Texas.

The Next Day; Morning
Approaching Town; Warpath, Texas

I had stayed up most of the night driving, only spending the time between 1 and 4 AM for a quick nap, in order to arrive at Warpath while the sun was up. It was about 9 AM now, and the town was visible on the horizon, surrounded by the rusted shells of cars, plywood, scrap metal, and all sorts of shit in order to form a sort of wall around it. It took me a bit to travel my way around the debris, occasionally bumping into some with my van.

I pondered why a small town like this would need a vigilante, and, while I was at it, wondered what that vigilante would be like. I imagined they'd be less in favor the typical skintight spandex most of them seem to like, and leaning more towards a 'practical' get-up. Maybe they'd be a cowboy or something, use revolvers with rubber bullets even. Heh. Rubber bullets, yeah, like a hunk of rubber barreling at you at some 2,000 feet per second wouldn't go right through you.

After managing to make my way into the town proper, I parked my van and stepped out, taking a look around. It seemed like I had stepped right back into the 1800s. It wasn't that the town looked old, the buildings seemed rather new, but the way the buildings were set up seemed like it'd fit more in a western movie or something than a 21st century town. I took in a breath of the dry air, already fanning myself slightly from the heat.

I heard the click of a revolver being cocked behind me. I put my hands up slowly.

"What brings you 'round here, pardner? We don't have a great record with strangers."

"I saw the ad on vigilante dot net saying the town was under siege and needed help. I'm here to help. The name's Frank Castle. You can call me the Punisher."

ISSUE #15
GHOST RIDERS IN THE SKY
PART ONE
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Yeah, a lot of Punisher stories bug me and that's the reason I'm not the biggest fan of the character. Even a lot of the ones commonly hailed as 'the best' are just about the writer trying their best to fellate Frank while he kills hordes of people.


Right? We get it, he's badass, stop cramming it down our throats how he can kill loads of people and make it look like an art form.

*looks at body count*

*looks at posts*

Unbelievable.
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