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Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

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Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

Aubrey Adkins | Amanda Allen-James

The two superpowered women descended into the depths of the Hound’s local cell. As they went underground, the air became stale as a result of the lack of any sort of direct air flow. Whether the Hounds did it out of an accustomed habit or for tactical considerations, all the lights had either been dimmed or completed shut off, leaving only whatever artificial light coming from the outside to illuminate the entrance. But once the two women progressed deeper into the nest of anti-metahuman terrorists, they could no longer count on that light to aid their eyesight.

While she could only see a little better than a regular person could in such a situation, Arachne’s so-called spider sense prevented her from being blind in the pitch dark. Although the stagnant air sometimes muddled her senses, the blonde drider’s body utilized her other senses to make up for the blindness caused by the darkness. Therefore, even if the Hounds would try some sort of ambush, Arachne could give her new ally a forewarning.

Eventually, the two women stumbled upon a three-way fork: three passages heading in three different directions. Even this dilemma could not be solved by Arachne’s spider-sense. Now that they had a decision to make, Arachne turned behind herself and checked to make sure Slipstream was still following along as best as she could.

“Which way?” Arachne whispered, just in case the Hounds were hiding in the shadows down one of the halls, even though she could not sense them in their immediate proximity.

“I don’t know.” Slipstream said in a whisper. “”But I think I have an idea.” She finished before vanishing in a blur. First, she zipped down the hallway which lied directly in front of the two heroines. It was a long and narrow hallway, which ended abruptly about a quarter mile from the entrance.

Dead end. she thought to herself before racing back toward the beginning of the hallway. The second hallway was much of the same, a hallway to nowhere that ended as abruptly as the first one. However, the final hallway, the one on furthest to the right, was a different story. It led to a large open doorway, and another set of stairs that led further down into the sublevels of the base. Slipstream rushed back to Arachne coming to a sudden stop directly in front of the spideresque heroine.

“The one on the right. That’s where they are.” Slipstream said to a visibly surprised Arachne. Though Slipstream had travelled quite a distance in exploring the hallways, she had only been gone for an instant, and she had forgotten that occasionally her sudden disappearances and reappearances can be rather unsettling to others.

After they had picked the passageway on the far right, Arachne set up a few silk threads at the entrances of the other two passages as both trip lines to alert them to any movement behind the two heroines and an escape rope so that they could backtrack in the darkness of the tunnels. Her hind arachnid legs took these threads and tied them with a third line that her spider abdomen was producing so that she could keep track of their escape plan, if it happened to become necessary.

The two heroines continued down this path, still in blinded by the pitch black darkness. Eventually the two women stumbled upon a spacious room at the end of the passage. Red emergency lights gave a little visibility, but not enough to illuminate the space. In this room, they found dozens of cages of varying sizes. But what shocked the two girls was that there were people, presumably metahumans, locked up inside the cages.

“My god, what is this?” Slipstream asked as she laid eyes on the small cages and their occupants. “What are these monsters doing with these people?”

When Arachne peered into one of the cages, which contained a young girl no older than herself, flashbacks of three months ago played back in her mind. First, she remembered waking up strapped to a medical table in a repurposed factory in West Virginia where she was injected with Doctor Diplodoc’s serum and swapped powers with Black Widow. Then, her mind turned to the time when she was temporarily in STRIKE custody after being “rescued” from Doctor Diplodoc. Next, she recalled the time when, after the Demon Invasion of Lost Haven, she had been kidnapped by some human traffickers. That was when, through some woman’s greed, she acquired her unbelievable curves. Finally, a scene from only a few weeks ago played out in her mind, where a cabbie driver had attempted to kidnap her and her boyfriend. If revealing her driderlike appearance had not have freaked out the driver, Arachne was not sure what would have happened.

“I can’t breath.” Arachne whispered as she tugged on her mask. She then made a frantic dash towards one of the walls where there were not cages. After pulling off her hair tie and mask, allowing her blonde hair to cascade down over her face, Arachne planted both of her palms against the wall and tried to control her rapid breathing.

“Whoa, what’s wrong?!” Slipstream asked as her new friend bounded away from the cages over to an empty wall. Though the light was dim, she could see that Arachne was suffering from some sort of panic attack. She zipped over to her arachnid friend, and put a hand on her shoulder.

“I don’t know what’s going on in your head, but right now you have to pull it together. These people aren’t going to rescue themselves.” Slipstream said as she urged Arachne to get her head back in the game.

“I know,” Arachne responded to Slipstream as she continued to take deep breaths. “But I had past experiences like this that have left me looking like…”

Before completing her sentence, Arachne cut herself off before she called herself a freak or monster. Pushing herself to regain her composure, she took one last deep breath and then pulled her mask back on, threading her ponytail through the back of the mask.

“God, at this rate, I might as well stop trying to conceal my identity if I keep pulling my mask off,” Arachne said while trying to distract herself from the harsh memories that the Hound’s base made her recall. “So, should we start peeling open these sardine cans?”

“Right.” Slipstream said in agreement as she made her way to the first cage. Grabbed the door of the cell which held a young woman and pulled. However, the door didn’t budge. “This is no good. This thing is solid.” She said to no one in particular.

If only we had a jackhammer she thought to herself.

Then she had an idea. If she could pull at the cage with enough speed, she could for all intents and purposes become the jackhammer.

“I have a plan.” She announced before turning to Arachne, “You might want to step back.” She said as she regripped the cage door. She took a deep breath and began moving her arms at an incredible rate of speed, at first it didn’t seem to do anything, but after several seconds, the door started violently vibrating, before coming off the hinges altogether.

Slipstream tossed the cage door aside, which landed with a metallic clang. She then bent over and offered the young woman who had been trapped inside the cage a hand. At once, Slipstream pulled the girl to her feet and lead her out of the miniature steel prison. However, when Slipstream had lead the girl out of her enclosure, supporting her by draping the girl’s arm over her own shoulder, she discovered that Arachne was standing there with her hands on her hips, shaking her head.

“You do realize that I have superhuman strength, despite what my arms would imply?” She then approached another of the cages. After yanking the cage’s door with a single pull, the drider superheroine forced the locked door open. “We might be more efficient if I were to open the doors and you run everyone out of here.”

Slipstream nodded before zipping out of the Hound’s base while leading out the young girl she had just freed. Meanwhile, Arachne turned towards the next cage, which she broke open just as easily as the last one. When she peered over her shoulder, she found Slipstream waiting for the next prisoner to set free, since she had obviously already rescued the first two individuals whom they released from the cages. Seeing how swiftly Slipstream could exit and reenter the base, Arachne knew she had to quicken her own pace to keep up with the speedster, if that was even possible.

“Is that everyone?” Slipstream asked once she had ran the last person out of the base.

“At least the last one in this room,” Arachne answered while she catch her breath after trying to keep up with Slipstream’s speed. “God knows whether there’s more in this rat nest.”

“Well, there’s only one way to find out.” Slipstream concluded. She was preparing to zoom off down the hall when Arachne sensed a small projectile speeding towards Slipstream. Instinctively, Arachne reached out and pulled the speedster out of the way, momentarily pressing Slipstream face first into her body before releasing her after a second bullet round went off. While Arachne hit the deck, Slipstream rolled to the side and tumbled to her feet. She zipped forward and disarmed the Hound goon before he could do any damage.

“I’ll check what’s down this way.” She told Arachne before zooming away. However, a split second later, Slipstream blinked back in front of Arachne. “Oh, I told the police what was happening. They’ll be here as soon as they finish dealing with an incident in town.”

After Slipstream departed again, Arachne was left alone in the dark room. Once a few seconds past, she began to wonder what was taking her so long. Either this gas station hideout was larger than they expected or she must have ran into trouble. She hesitated whether she should go after the speedster. However, the spider-themed superheroine soon discovered that she was in no position to offer any aid to Slipstream. When her senses detected several individuals slowly creep up from the way that the two women had entered, Arachne fully expected to be greeted by a barrage of lead.

However, the only thing that they tossed at her was a small spherical device. Since the red emergency lights did not give much visibility, Arachne could not tell what the device was until it was too late. When she realized that it was a flash grenade, the device had just set off, blasting Arachne in the face with a bright eruption of light. She stumbled to the side from being blinded by the grenade. Now, she really was going to need to utilize her other senses to make sure the Hounds would not dispatch her easily.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

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Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

Kelly Brown | Jeanette Forestier | Samantha Kadowsky | Zac Wilson

Swirling winds battered Washington Park while any bystanders who unfortunate enough to have been caught in the storm were scrambling to make their escape. However, what was bizarre about this weather was that the wind storm was isolated only to the immediate vicinity of the park, while the rest of Albany was not affected at all. If this was not enough to freak the park-goers out, a visual distortion of the area caused by a magical portal made some even question their sanity, especially when three costumed metahumans leapt out from the portal.

“Wow! Using these portals would make being a superhero so much easier,” Sammy admitted as she slithered out of the magical portal.

“You have to be the one who changed. Otherwise, you would remember using these portals before,” Kelly speculated.

“But Zac does not remember, either!” Sammy protested, placing her hands on her hips that dissolved into her serpentine tail. “Does that mean he changed, too?”

“Can we please focus on the task at hand?”

The two women dropped the subject at once and turned their attention to the epicenter of the bizarre windstorm, struggling against the winds as they approached. At its center, there stood a woman clad in a silver dress. Her hair was tossed about by the winds that she was commanding. When she sensed the heroes’ presence, the woman raised one arm above her head and she clenched her hand into a fist, causing the winds to die down and become calm once more.

“Finally,” the Silver Sorceress declared as she spun around to face the three metahumans. “You sorry excuses for heroes were taking such a long time to get here that I started to believe you would not show up.”

However, when she caught sight of the heroes, the Silver Sorceress was momentarily shocked to discover that the two ladies of the group had different costumes and powers. Nevertheless, this unexpected sight did not phase the sorceress for long. She immediately cracked a smile once she comprehended what she had just seen.

“Having an early midlife crisis, ladies?” The Silver Sorceress taunted Kelly and Sammy.

“How did you get your powers back?” Kelly snapped back at the Silver Sorceress’s snide remark.

“How cute,” the Silver Sorceress continued in her sarcastic tone, “You really think that I could lose my powers? People can lock me up and sedate me, but no one can take my powers.”

“I wouldn’t say impossible.” Kelly extended her arm out with an open palm facing up. A flame suddenly flared up in her palm, although it did not seem to burn her hand. It flickered about until Kelly clinched her fist close, extinguishing the fire in the process.

“I guess they should start calling you the Scarlet Sorceress, since you’re obviously copying my style.”

However, before the Silver Sorceress and the three heroes could toss any more insults at one another, they all heard wings beating against the air overhead as a blue-haired girl landed next to Zac, Kelly, and Sammy. Her face was partially covered by blue masquerade mask. She also wore a light blue hoodie sweatshirt with the sleeves cut off and dark blue shorts, the bottom of which had a few tear marks where her feet talons had accidentally scratched the fabric of the pants. Her hair was even trimmed short as a pixie cut, presumably because it would be more aerodynamic during than long hair.

“Sorry I’m late! That wind prevented me from flying until now,” Jean apologized, not yet noticing that Kelly and Sammy were appeared differently. “And forgive the outfit. I don’t quite have the budget to get something custom made look your guys’ costumes.”

After she spoke, Jean then realized that something had changed about Kelly and Sammy and she was kicking herself for not spotting it sooner. She was about ready to say something about it, but she saw Zac shaking his head from side to side, signaling that she should not say a word about it.

“So, who’s this gal anyway?” Jean quickly turned to a different sort of question, especially since she had never seen the Silver Sorceress before.

“She’s one of the villains who were involved with that dome crisis a few months ago.”

“And she is supposedly an ex to both of us.” Kelly interjected into Zac’s answer.

“Wait? What?” Jean was puzzled by Kelly’s response. “I didn’t know you were into that.”

“I’m not,” Kelly retorted. “She supposedly disguised herself as a guy when I dated him. The irony that this guy here had the guts to call Lyger gay.”

“First, that was in high school,” Zac tried to defend himself after being pocked in the side by Kelly’s elbow. “Second, she could have only said that to get under our skin. Third, even if it were true, it should reflect on her sexuality, not ours.”

“SILENCE!” The Silver Sorceress yelled, after her patience had run thin from the useless prattling going on between the heroes. “I have a witch to catch in Las Vegas and I have no patience for any delays.”

“Then why are you challenging us?” Zac demanded. “Why would your allies save us from the Hounds a few days ago just for you to target us?”

“Diplodoc was always idealistic. He has a stigma against destroying his prized first creations. However, I do not have that same emotional attachment. To me, you all are just names on a long list of heroes with whom I have a score to settle. Now, shall we begin?”

The Silver Sorceress lifted both of her arms above her head and chanted some words that were inaudible to the four heroes. Just as sudden as it had stopped, the wind storm began to pick up again, being even stronger than before. If the heroes had not braced themselves, the wind could have knocked them off their feet.

“Now what?” Jean asked aloud, not intending that question for any particular person. Now that the gale storm had returned, she was essentially grounded.

“We just have to find a way to stop her.”

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

Ross Barber | Kyra Muller | Joel Vaughan

The S.W.A.T. team finally exited the Bed, Bath, and Beyond, dragging out both the young metahuman boy and the men who thought it was a bright idea to bring automatic weapons to an appliance store. Kyra, on the other hand, had already been taken to the EMTs, even though she had not sustained any major injuries during the firefight. Only her ears were ringing form the flashbangs that the S.W.A.T. used to breach into the Bed, Bath, and Beyond. Nevertheless, the EMTs still went through their usual routine, checking to make sure the superheroine was alright.

“You’re as healthy as a horse, Firerfox.” One of the EMTs told her after they had performed all of their tests. “Just try to stay away from loud sounds for a day or so.”

Once she was cleared, Kyra stood up from her seat on the back of the EMTs’ ambulance, being mindful of not allowing her nine large, foxlike tails to smack either the EMTs while she walked away to join the two other Immortals present at the scene of the crime.

“Thank God that did not turn into a blood bath,” Kyra sighed in relief since that ordeal was over.

“There was one casualty,” Talus alerted his teammate, who stood there in shock at the thought that someone could have died under her watch.

“When? Didn’t all the hostages make it out safely? There was a lot of gun fire inside, but I don’t remember anyone getting shot. And I surely didn’t cause anyone to die!”

“One of the robbers was found dead with several gunshot wounds to the torso.”

“Could it not have bene friendly fire?” Kyra asked her teammate.

“Possibly,” Talus admitted while pondering the situation. “However, there was a kid found inside waving a gun at the S.W.A.T. team when they breached.”

“A kid?” As Kyra thought about it, she realized that she never got a good glimpse at whoever the robbers had been unleashing their firepower on. Considering that this individual turned out to be just a mere child, it was fortunate that she had accidentally teleported herself here during the fight against Lightwave.

Meanwhile, the S.W.A.T. was convoying everyone whom they had detained inside the Bed, Bath, and Beyond, both the robbers and the young boy. They had already cuffed everyone and were now loading them into vehicles so that they could transport them for processing through the criminal system. However, they separated the young metahuman boy from the rest of the criminals, since anyone could have told that the boy did not fit in with the rest.

“We have to do something.” Kyra told the other two Immortals.

“Like what? We can’t just go over there and drag the kid away.” Talus argued, although he paused for a moment. “Okay, we technically could go over there and drag the kid away, but we can’t be antagonizing the police.”

“I’m sure that superhero organization that was in the news could find a pro bono lawyer to get the kid into juvenile court and only get a slap on the wrist.” Gajana finally interjected himself into the conversation.

“Good idea! Why didn’t I come up with that?” Talus said. At once, he used his bio-mechanical supercomputer that was his body to contact the United Heroes Organization. Although the UHO did not have any legal retainers on staff, they did provide a number for Talus to call to arrange a local firm to help out. Talus finally was able to reach that law firm and, with Kyra’s help, reported the situation to them. The operator promised that they would be on their way to wherever the kid was being taken and that they would make sure the boy would not be railroaded.

“Well, now we can only wait,” Talus mentioned after he ended his call to the UHO.

“I really hope that kid will be alright,” Kyra wished as they watched the police and the S.W.A.T. drive away.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

This is an elsewhere story and does not affect canon...yet

“90’s” Aubrey Adkins

Earth-99

3:00 AM, November 1st, 2010

The last couple hours were just a blur to me. I remember heading out to enjoy the Halloween night with some of my friends before everything went blank. It was all over the news a few weeks ago that a police officer had gunned down a metahuman kid. Some people, usually the metahumans, clamored that this was an example of police brutality and a heinous act, since it was perpetrated against a kid. Others, however, pointed out that the kid was a danger to everyone around him, since he lacked any control of his powers and therefore was unintendedly suffocating everyone around him by draining all the oxygen form the air. If the officer had not shot the boy, everyone else in the immediate vicinity would have died. People obviously butted heads over this and got their feelings hurt during arguments. Eventually, the pro-Metahuman side organized a nationwide protest on Halloween night, the one time when you are not looked down upon for dressing up weird (or at least less so than normal). While I’m sure some people had nefarious plans for that Halloween night, I just wanted to show my metahuman pride, especially since I’m stuck as one with no cure in sight.

Once my senses finally came back to me, I discovered that I was on a high-tech train of some sort, along with God knows how many other people. In the passenger car where I was, I saw at least a couple dozen others, mostly people around my age, although there were some exceptions were someone older or younger than the rest of us were present. Everyone, including me, unwillingly wore a high-tech collar around their necks that had a single red light shining from the middle of the device. When I realized that I had my normal, human legs back, something I had not seen since my Senior prom, I guessed that these collars had to be power nullifiers, since packing dozens of metahumans in a single place was not a safe or smart move. But when I tried to lean forward, I felt something yank back on my neck. Not only were we strapped into our seats, as if we were riding in a automobile, but a tether connected our collars to the walls of the passenger car.

I only had enough slack on the restrains to turn my head to peak out the window. Since it was dark out, although I am not quite sure what time it was, I could not discern anything in great detail. In fact, I could not see much of anything except for some lights in the distance. I remember reading about Midas Industries developing some sort of futuristic public transport that was supposed to revolutionize transportation in the United States, but that technology was years away from being feasible, let alone accessible for mass public consumption. Yet here I was, on a trackless train that was decades ahead of its times.

This was the sort of thing that you would expect in a movie. But we live in the real world, where trafficking and the like are illegal. Plus, how would all of our friends and families not realized that all of us were missing? How could anyone just sweep this mess under a rug? How could the heroes of this country not drop whatever they were doing at once and rush out to squash this blatant violation of human rights? Any moment now, Icon or someone else would break into this train, apprehend the villains, and free us.

But nobody came. I guess that too belongs to the realm of fiction.

After sitting there in silence for about an hour, the train finally came to a halt, coming to a rest on the outskirts of some island off the coast of New England, which I would later learn was called Nautican Island. Previously just a backwater, through the investment of companies like Midas Industries, it was proclaimed as the site of the city of tomorrow. As far as I have heard, right now it’s just a luxury resort for those who could afford it.

Suddenly, several men, who were wearing black and white suits, like bodyguard details or Men-in-Black, rushed into passenger car. All of us were startled by their appearance. However, when they were inside, no one could move a muscle except for our eyes. While I peered around, I noticed that the collars that were nullifying our powers now had a green light active. Soon, the men began to call out strings of numbers, which caused some peoples’ restraints to be unlocked. And whoever had their restraints removed, against their will, their bodies rose from their seats and began to walk out of the passenger car in an almost robotic, stiff fashion, as if they were being controlled remotely.

“511 212 992,” one of the men call out. Then I heard my restraints unhook and watched in horror as my body walked out of the car’s doors. Once outside, I caught sight of where everyone’s highjacked bodies were headed. There were dozens of vans and buses parked in front of the futuristic train and everyone were packing into the back of these vehicles. Some were already departing. Whatever their destination was, I had no idea. The van that my body hopped into was already occupied by half dozen other girls around my age who were also in my same position. Once I was inside and taken a seat, the doors to the van slammed shut and the vehicle drove off.

I was not sure how long we sat inside that van, but it was no more than an hour, if not less. But when it did reach its destination, the doors swung back open and we found two women standing in front of the rear exit of the van, a blonde and brunette. The blonde, who was well dressed in business attire, held a bunch of manila folders. From what I could hear from their conversation, those folders must contain information about our powers, although I’m unsure how they would have gathered those details.

“While the rest of them seem fine, the blonde who transforms into a spider seems a little too niche for my business,” the brunette women told the blonde after she had received the manila folders from the blonde. “Plus, her healing factor probably will prove to be problematic.”

“You will be provided with devices that can selectively nullify powers,” The blonde assured the brunette. “Also, her healing factor breaks down alcohol at a significant rate.”

“I’m still not quite convinced.”

“Do you really want to disobey the Triumvirate?” The blonde threatened. The brunette shrunk back away from the women before relenting and agreeing to this shipment of metahumans. She then turned her attention towards the girls, including me, seated in the back of the van.

“Alright, ladies. It’s time to give all of you two-by-fours some extreme make-overs.” The brunette had devilish smile on her face and she rubbed hands together a little too eagerly as she spoke to us. Whatever she means by ‘extreme make-overs’, I can’t be anything good.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

This is an elsewhere story and does not affect canon...yet

“90’s” Aubrey Adkins

A suburb of Columbus, OH, Earth-99

late April 2010

Butterflies fluttered in my chest as the hottest songs of the past four years blared through the building. I draped my arms around my prom date’s shoulders while he had his hands resting on my waist. If you would have told me four years ago who my prom date would be, I probably have rolled my eyes at you. During our sophomore year, Will asked me to the homecoming dance and I could have easily brushed him off by making an excuse that I was not going to the dance. However, even though we traveled in different circles, I rolled the dice and it resulted in a 3-year long relationship that was still going strong. Sure, everyone has their ups and downs, but no one said relationships were a cakewalk.

For the senior class, this was one final hurrah before we would forever part ways for new adventures, whether at the university level or in the workforce. For the juniors, it was the milestone that marked the time when it was their turn to start counting the days down until they too could graduate. However, before this could happen, the Juniors had to organize this dance. This year, they picked a superhero theme, not only because of the handful of movies from the genre released during our time in high school, but also because of the real ‘caped crusaders’ of our world, the likes of Icon and Iron Knight. Since this is a formal dance, no one could dress for the theme except for guys wearing undershirts with superhero logos on them, but the juniors tried to pull it off in any way possible.

The stars sparkled in the night sky, or at least as many as there could be with the lights of Columbus shining in the distance, while the hundreds of juniors and seniors (and the few sophomores and even freshmen who somehow got invited) enjoyed the temperate night of dancing and music. As it was long past midnight, some of the attendees had already decided to take off and enjoy their post-prom parties.

However, as the remaining lingerers continued the party, over the horizon, what looked like green aurora borealis were sweeping across the sky. We watched in awe as the lights billowed past us above our heads. The lights gave off an eerie atmosphere while they were still within our view. However, since nothing immediately happened as these nighttime lights appeared, we, as the teenagers that we were, placed it out of our mind, especially since the next song began to play.

I’ve had a little too much
All the people start to rush

“One more song before we go?” I asked Will. Although he nodded in agreement, I had already grabbed him by the wrist and dragged him to the dance floor long before he could give answer.

How does he twist and dance?
Can't find my drink or man.
Where are my keys?
I lost my phone.

We weaved through the mass of stragglers who had not yet called it a night until we finally found some space for us. As the lyrics blared through the air and as I moved with the beat of the music, I felt my vision become blurred. At first, I just thought that I was just drowsy from the fatigue of the past day’s festivities. I would have continued on like this. However, Will intervened.

“Are you alright?” He asked me, concerned from seeing me stumble since I was having a difficult time with my vision.

“Maybe we should go.” I admitted to my date. At that moment, we heard a sudden commotion erupt from our surrounding.

What’s goin' on the floor?
I love this record baby but I can't see straight anymore.
Keep it cool. What's the name of this club?
I can't remember but it’s alright, I'm alright.

All around us, a portion of the prom crowd began to exhibit metahuman powers. Some were lucky enough that to have developed only innate abilities while leaving their physical appearance more or less unchanged. Others, however, were not so lucky. While no one had the misfortune of being transformed into literal abominations, some now had appearances less human than others.

I then felt an intense pain in my legs. Even before I turned my eyes down towards my legs, fear already struck my heart, filling my head with what was about to happen to me. Before my eyes, what I used to be able to call my legs began to grow thin until they resembled the forelimbs of a spider. My heels slipped off the claws where my toes had a few seconds ago had been located. But this was not the end, as six more legs, near identical to the two that protruded in front of me, grew from underneath my prom dress, tearing the bottom of the fabric as they stretched out on both sides of me.

Tears began to pour down my cheeks once I had realized that my entire lower body had been replaced in a single instance by a giant spider, minus its face. How could something like this happen? This sort of tragedy only happened in fiction, right? Yet now I probably am almost more arachnid than human, even though the rest of seems to have been unchanged. What have I done to deserve this? Sure, I was a cheerleader since middle school and I was crowned Homecoming queen this year, but I was by no means like any of the antagonists from Mean Girls. Why was this happening to me?

However, while I was attending my own pity party, I felt a warm embrace wrapped around my body, or at least what remained of my human half. Once I wiped the tears from my eyes, I saw Will there, trying to comfort me. Part of me was infuriated that he somehow was unaffected by what had caused my transformation, even though there were many others who seemed to have remained normal. However, at the same time, I also was relieved that he had not ditched me once he had seen his girlfriend become a human spider. I don’t know what I was going to do now. None of us did.

Just dance! It’s
Gonna be okay
Just dance!
Spin that record babe.
Just dance! It’s
Gonna be okay
D-d-d dance, dance, dance, just
J-J-Just dance!

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Lady Gaga: Just Dance 2008

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

Kelly Brown | Samantha Kadowsky | Zac Wilson

Zac gazed at the television screen in Sammy’s apartment while he sat on her couch, still dressed in his superhero costume, although he had pulled back his mask. On one hand, it was a great relief that the Hounds had not targeted Sammy’s apartment. Zac and his friends had enough action with the Hounds to last a whole week, if not a lifetime. However, Zac had a bigger problem on his hands. How in the world did Sammy and Kelly’s powers change? Something like does not happen every day or by chance. Furthermore, he did not know where to start. But Sammy and Kelly would thing he was the crazy one. For a moment, the thought that he was the one who was changed crossed his mind, but he knew that could not be the case since both Sammy and Kelly was also confused about each other’s appearance. What was he going to do?

Before he could consider anything else on this matter, Zac heard Sammy’s bedroom door swing open and then shut again. When he turned his head, Zac saw that only Kelly had exited her friend’s bedroom. She had a frazzled look on her face, obviously from trying to deal with her best friend. Kelly plopped down on the couch next to Zac and exhaled a sigh of relief.

“That girl,” Kelly complained to Zac while she shook her head. “Sometimes she can be a handful.”

“She is the one who conned us into going to Crown Ridge so that she could see Lyger.” Right when these words left his mouth, Zac realized that, because of the strange occurrences of late, Kelly might not have any recollection of that “adventure,” to put it nicely.

“Don’t remind me.” Kelly’s response at least confirmed to Zac that some of her memories were still intact. “And we’re going to have to have talk with Lyger. What was he thinking sending her a ring? Look what happened! She thinks she’s engaged!”

“I have to drive all the way up there, again?” Zac sighed.

“We can just teleport there, silly.”

“I knew that,” Zac lied, as he tried to keep what was happening straight in his mind.

“But we better do it soon, before Sammy does something rash, like sexting Lyger.”

“Hey! They were tasteful!” Sammy barged into the conversation after she slithered out of her own room, now wearing a dress that normally would have reached down halfway past her thighs, but since she had a serpentine body below the waist, one could not quite make that estimation. “I wasn’t sending anything you haven’t seen on the cover of beauty magazines.”

“YOU DIDN’T SEND THEM, DID YOU!” Kelly told her best friend, glaring at her. Zac, meanwhile, was trying as best as he could not to smirk while thinking how Lyger would react to that happening to him. He hoped that Lyger would at least know something was wrong since Sammy was now a snake girl instead of a cat girl.

“Of course not,” Sammy told Kelly, although it seemed as if Kelly was not buying it. “I mean, you were in there with me the whole time. When would I have time to send them?”

At the same time as Kelly and Sammy were arguing with one another, the news suddenly switched to some breaking news. Some heroes located in the American South-west had announced that they were partnering with the United States government in order to combat the Hounds of Humanity. The announcement placed an emphasis on how this initiative would provide transportation for superpowered individuals who did not naturally have the ability to fly. Zac normally would have mentioned how that could be useful, since their regular powers did not have the capacity to take themselves outside of the state. However, since Kelly somehow had the Silver Sorceress’ powers, he knew that if he would have stated anything, Kelly would have reminded him again that she could port them to wherever they needed.

Then, the news broadcast turned to a new headline. At this very moment, although information was scarce, they reported that there was some sort of metahuman disturbance in Washington Park. Everyone was advised to stay away from the park until the Albany authorities have cleared the area of any threats. People should not pass by the park unless they have to. It was beyond Zac why any metahuman would want to cause trouble right now, especially since the Hounds of Humanity are out to get them.

“Sammy, you better suit up.” Kelly told her best friend. However, when she turned to look back at Sammy, she discovered that she had already used her power-nullifier wristband to switch into her superhero threads.

“Why ahead of you,” Sammy told her while cracking a smile.

Even though he did not want to mention it at the moment, Zac knew that after they resolved the disturbance at Washington Park, the three of them would have to figure out what was happening to Kelly and Sammy. While they have seen some weird things, including werewolves, magic swords, and men who can catch space stations, people waking up with new powers and not remembering that they had different powers does not happen every day.

“Ready?” Kelly asked her boyfriend, who immediately nodded. Then Kelly used her powers to teleport the three of them to Washington Park to investigate the Metahuman disturbance.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

Character you have created: John Anthony Black
Alias: Overseer

@LordDeadpool

Accepted

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

Character you have created: John Anthony Black

Alias: Overseer

@LordDeadpool

This application is a little light on what your character actually does. You mention that he is an information broker/weapons collector. If there are things that you only want the GM's to know about, send a PM to NMS, Hound, and me so that we can approve it (i.e. types of weapons, etc).

For the "Do you know how to post pictures on RPG boards?," you do that by using the image code, as followes:
[img]image url goes here[/img]

example

You can also press the "picture frame" button at the top of the reply window or Ctrl+G (not sure what it is on Mac) to create this code.

Also, as I read your application, I noticed that you had quite a few homonym typos (some repeated several times). Things like buy/by, their/there/they're, and before/be for. Could you clean up these typos?

Finally, when writing dialogue, whenever you have a new speaker, you must start a new paragraph. This helps prevents walls of text and increases readability.

Otherwise, looks good so far.