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25 days ago
Current @DocTachyon that would be based I think
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1 mo ago
The bugs are back.
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3 mos ago
If this watch breaks, the foreign exchange market will take a twenty-eight percent hit. People will die.
6 mos ago
bro aren't you 15 go do your homework instead of screaming about your WIFEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
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6 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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Absolute clown. Dark and gritty superhero fan fiction guaranteed or your money back.




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@Master Bruce Every day I strive to make my posts as enjoyable as yours. Still haven't got there yet.

Also, can we ship Bruce and Jessica, is that a thing we can do?


Better get cracking on an erotic fanfic, Wraith.
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I am also playing battlefront 2 and sent the wrong word.


RIP Sep
19whatever - just now I guess
Too distracted by shootin' dudes to notice what word he was typing.
I wanna point out I don't accept green as an answer, as a beacon of 'hope' a lot of heroes fill that requirement. Though if we're going with the "Man without fear" idea. Then yeah, I'll accept it.


Isn't Blue for hope though? Green is for willpower.
After a conversation with Wraith.

If your character was chosen for a Lantern Ring (pretending all the various corps exist) what colour do you think they'd get? Based on their portrayal in this roleplay? Alternatively what colour of rings do you think other people would get.


Red ring, baby.

EDIT: Or, y'know, green... Considering I said Frank has an unshakable willpower. God, why do I forgot my characters' basic traits sometimes?
How does one "accidentally" stop reading in this context?
Just be a grown up and admit to being a lazy asshole, like me.


I'm not a grown up though so I don't have to take responsibility.
I actually accidentally stopped my catching up and I'm still only on like page five lmao. Guess I got to spend some time reading too.

Morning
Town Square; Warpath, Texas

ISSUE #15
GHOST RIDERS IN THE SKY
PART THREE


”Frank! We got incomin’! Seventy-five or a hunnred’ mean sonsofbitches! Git to cover!” Vig sprinted as fast as his legs would carry him, sliding around the mines they’d placed and ultimately diving behind a collection of water-filled barrels. He grabbed his shotgun off his back and pumped the forend. The ‘Bounty Hunters’ were about to get deader than a doornail.


Greg slid into cover not far from where I was. The M16 felt like a hot, burning coal in my hand. It was aching to be fired, to let out a stream of lead death upon the bastards that were coming to tear this town apart. I took solace in the fact that this time, the firefight was on my terms rather than the enemy's; Greg and I had set up enough traps to make a dungeon master sweat. Now, we only had to wait until the wall gave to their charge.

We didn't have to wait too long.

Between the hail of gunfire and, presumably, the Bounty Hunters ramming their undead bodies against the wall, it eventually gave as anything else would. It could be repaired, but that would have to be for later. And as they approached, Greg and I met them head on. We'd jump out of cover, firing at the boxes of explosives we had set up, before ducking back down and hearing the satisfying sound of... Well, an explosion. What? I can't come up with some witty metaphor for everything.

When the boxes were gone and we were forced to simply use our guns against them, I finally noticed that whenever one of them went down, they wouldn't do so in a mist of blood... They'd simply fade into nothingness, bits and pieces of them flaking off before collapsing into nonexistence like ash. Well, looks like Greg was right when he mentioned how strange this shit would be.

Before long my M16 ran dry and I was out of mags for it. Greg tossed his shotgun, indicating he was out too. While I pulled out my signature dual pistols, he pulled out his own, two revolvers. They were advancing fast on us, and we had no choice but to lay down fire as we started to walk backwards in order to get a safer distance away.

"How much longer until we reach the saloon?" I asked, praying to whatever God existed that those things couldn't understand English.

"Coupla blocks!" Greg shouted. He tossed his empties and pulled another two revolvers from their holsters. "But if we let 'em keep laying fire into us like this it'll be slower going n' molasses uphill."

He had a good point. We were out in the open, no cover, no anything. It was dumb luck we hadn't been gunned down as is. "I got an idea! There many side alleys in this town?"

"Place is plumb full of 'em!" Greg yelled back, and I looked to my right. What do you know, there's an alley right there. To my left, closer to Greg, was yet another.

"Alright, I'll head through here, you head through there, we'll make our way to the saloon separately! See you there!"

And so we ran.
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this post gave me cancer
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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