Dedonus

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

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Cool people do not play Christmas music year round for "fun"

@VATROU

I don't play it year round!

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

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Some of us. :P

@Fallenreaper

I'm one of those people.

;)

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

Christopher Arthur III

Lost Haven, Maine

“That should be the final touch,” Chris concluded as he wiped his hands on a towel. The invention that sat before him did not look special at all on the surface: just a chair like you would find at the dentist or a hair salon. But, like most prototypes, what it lacked in flashy looks, it compensated with functionality. Chris had seen some strange things in the last few months. Well, they were stranger things than he was used to. And considering he has fought demons, gods, maniacal scientists, and human supremacist terrorists, that is saying a lot.

Before the Hounds of Humanity had launched their crusade against metahumans and supernaturals alike, Chris had found his sister depowered and without any memory of every having metahuman abilities. When Chris learned that the metahuman who had crashed the charity event back in Pacific Point had suffered from a similar condition, he initially thought it was just a coincidence. But after Chris discovered that the Game Genie had no priors before he had launched his invasion of Pacific Point, he knew that something was up.

Chris immediately looked into these weird occurrences. At first, he could not figure any common ties between the three individuals, other than their memories had been changed. But eventually Chris found a lead when he had stumbled upon a paper written by one of the geniuses, Zaine Black by name, that S.T.R.I.K.E. had swooped up while they were still around. According to Black’s theory on Multiversity, everything in a particular reality vibrated at a frequency unique to that universe. Obviously such a phenomenon occurred only at the submolecular level and as a result could not be observed by the naked eye. Following Black’s hypothesis, Chris detected different vibration frequencies in all three individuals. Concluding that this might be what was causing their symptoms, Chris decided to try to come up with something that would reverse the affects. Since Chris believed that trying to reverse everything at once would be a too drastic procedure and would carry too many risks, he decided to start out small and try to restore only their original memories.

“I guess I should give this thing a quick spin,” Veronica said. However, Chris gave her a disapproving, blank stare while holding his hand over the controls.

“You’re not getting anywhere near this until we know it works,” Chris asserted.

“And how are you going to do that? The government isn’t going to let you use those two villains as guinea pigs,” Veronica told her older half-brother.

“That’s why I have this little toy,” Chris mentioned as he rolled in his swivel chair over to a nearby monitor. “With some luck, this will pin point anyone whose frequencies don’t match our realities’ natural vibration.”

The trick to this machine was that it produced vibrations identical to those native to their reality. Just like when a single individual plays out of tune in an orchestra, anyone with a different vibration frequency would stick out like a sore thumb in a sea of uniformity.

“And what if they won’t come willingly, if you find anyone at all?”

“I can be particularly persuasive.”

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“I can’t believe Kyle would dump me like that!” Sammy bawled in tears into Kelly’s shoulder. Taylor, Jeanette, and Darren had already been fitted with their new, authentic superhero uniforms, courtesy of Mr. Giuseppe, when Kelly received the call from Sammy. Lucky for Sammy, all Kelly had to do was create a warp portal to Sammy’s position and pick her up.

“It’ll be alright,” Kelly tried to console her friend. Normally, Kelly would have followed up on her threat to Kyle about breaking Sammy’s heart. Sure, Kelly never explicitly voiced such a threat, but she was sure Kyle understood what would happen if he had screwed up trying to let Sammy down easily. But in this case, Kelly knew that something was off with Sammy and there was nothing Kyle could do that would have prevented the current outcome. She considered tossing an amusing illusion at him, but she decided against it.

“But we had everything planned! I even have my dress!” Sammy continued to complain despite Kelly’s attempts to calm her down.

“I don’t want to interrupt, but I think we have company,” Jeanette mentioned after she had spotted something approaching them at a fast speed. A familiar suit of armor, at least to Kelly and Sammy, landed on the rooftop where the five metahumans had camped out while Kelly was trying to calm Sammy.

“Wow. I don’t even need my gadgets to know that there’s something wrong with this picture.”

“NOT HIM, TOO!” Sammy exclaimed in tears.

“You guys might want to come with me.”

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

We're the coolest people around on this board. ;)

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

Daaamn! I didn't know this was still going.

@Draku69

This game has been going on for over four years. ;)

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

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Approved.

May the Gods have mercy on our souls.

@nitemare shape

What have you done. ;)

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

@Dedonus

Yeah, I'm still working out the kinks of it and what not, so I guess you guys can hang back for a bit while I get it in order! I planned on making a giant post or maybe my own game, idk I've never actually been a GM or anything like that before, but this is kind of a big project and big projects take loads of time, so meh. I'm just wingning it lol, but until then just enjoy In Stereo and Phoenix until things start kicking up.

@Liseran Thistle

I recommend NOT starting a new game as an extension to Create-A-Hero. Assuming that I am reading what you wrote right, it sounds like you want to give your arc a thread of its own. From my experience, spin-off threads don't last very long (ask Indy how her attempt went). If it will be divorced from Create-A-Hero (i.e. it has nothing to do with our game), then ignore my advice. :)

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

hey, so thanksgiving is coming up fast and I see that no one has really come to me about the Arc I proposed, but I still kind of want you guys' input on it and stuff, the arc was basically an open arena type thing that spanned mutliple dimensions, and all of our characters would work together somehow to close holes in the space-time continuim.

@Liseran Thistle

You might want to try to PM people and ask them. Since most people communicate in the discord channel for planning in this game, the arc could have easily slipped through the cracks. Other possibilities could include people already committing their characters to other arcs. For example, all of my characters are booked in my Mandela Effect arc until the season finale. Also, the original pitch for the arc was a little bit confusing, so you might want to explain it again or at least show that you have fleshed out some ideas.

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

Aubrey Adkins

Pacific Point, CA

I climbed the last story to reach the rooftop of the Children’s Hospital of Pacific Point. The staff of the hospital, who had invited me to make an appearance for one of their sick patients, requested that I enter via the roof. Otherwise, I would have caused a fiasco if I had waltzed through the front door. Some people probably would swarm me, wanting autographs or pictures, while others might be concerned that a superhero would be a magnet for supervillains. And let’s be honest here: I wouldn’t blow off the second group’s concerns, as trouble is usually not far away when people like me are around.

“Sorry about the delay. I had a few costume issues to sort out,” I apologized while I caught my breath, holding my hands on my hips. I actually made good time considering I came by foot, but I had to dash here from my apartment to do so. If I had not made the mistake of setting the Game Genie cube to make me look like a human-shaped Spider-Gwen rather than the current drider one, I would have gotten here way faster.

“You’re right on time, so don’t worry about it,” the staff members, who probably had organized this whole event, told me.

“And we weren’t expecting such an authentic looking costume, too!” a nurse, who had accompanied the staff member to the roof, complemented me. Since she was the only nurse waiting for me, I guess that she was assigned to the girl, whom I came to see. I can't really take all the credit for the costume. The Game Genie tech did all the magic.

“You have no idea how hard to keep this thing clean. I don’t know how anyone in my profession wears white.”

“Probably with a ton of bleach,” the nurse proposed.

“Shall we head inside?” the staff member asked while gesturing towards the door. Both I and the nurse nodded in agreement.

The first challenge of the day was to get this Spider-Gwen costume to work with my drider anatomy. The second challenge then presented itself on the roof: getting through the roof access door. However, the issue wasn’t what you’re probably thinking. My spider abdomen is actually quite malleable, so I could just squeeze it through the doorway. The issue was with my legs being wider than the door. I had to put my first two pairs of legs through the door first and pull myself through. Luckily the rest of the hospital had double doors throughout.

After winding through the hospital’s corridors, the nurse and staff member finally lead me to the room that housed the patient I came to see. Again, I had to wiggle my way through a door not built with a person like me in mind. But once I got through the door, I immediately saw the young girl’s eyes shine with excitement. She was quite young, maybe around eight years old. Her head was entirely bald, probably from the chemotherapy. In her arms, the girl clung tight to a Spider-Gwen plush doll.

“Look who came to see you, Molly,” the nurse told the young girl in one of those voices adults use when talking to young children. The nurse helped Molly sit up in her bed and slip into the slippers resting in front of the bed. The nurse then aided the girl in walking over towards me.

“This is the best day of my life!” Molly blurted out before she wrapped her arms around my waist, still holding tight to the Spider-Gwen plushie. This all just melted my heart, yet broke it at the same time. I could save the city from rampaging metahumans and insane terrorists, but I was powerless to do anything for this girl except as moral support.

Or could I? I have a healing factor. Would giving a blood transfusion potentially cure the cancer Molly had? But it couldn’t just as simple as it is in the comics. I bet the regular blood transfusion rules still apply. Also, would it be fair to all of the other children not only in this hospital, but also all across the country that this girl gets a miracle treatment and they wouldn’t? And what would the possible complications be? Would it even be worth it?

And even if I would try to donate as much blood to as many sick children as possible, I only have so much blood to give. Who would decide who would receive a dose and who would have to wait? That’s just a decision that I could never make without having some regrets for the children who die before I could donate any more blood. But does that mean I shouldn’t do it at all?

“Mommy, could I get a picture? Please!” Molly turned to her mom and dad, who were standing to the side.

“Is that alright with you?” Molly’s mother asked me as she pulled her cell phone.

“I don’t see why not,” I answered back. I then lowered myself, so the underside of my spider half was resting against the hospital floor right next to Molly. After I placed one arm over Molly’s shoulder while throwing up two fingers in a peace sign, her mom snapped a few pictures.

“Can Spider-Gwen make a swing for me? Can she, can she?”

“If you take it easy, I’ll allow it,” the nurse relented. Her parents nodded in agreement.

“Molly, could you stand by your mom while I make a swing for you?”

After Molly had stepped aside, I took a look at the ceiling: it looked stable enough to support a little girl. I then propped myself up on my second and third pairs of legs to elevate myself high enough to reach the ceiling. My hind pair of legs were tasked with drawing silk from the spinnerets on my spider abdomen, while my front legs conveyed this silk up to my hands, so I could adhere it to the ceiling. After a few minutes of work, I was able to make a swing out of a handful of web strands. To complete the swing, I wrapped a nonstick silk around the bottom half where Molly would be sitting and holding onto the swing.

The nurse then helped Molly over to the swing. Once she was sitting on the makeshift swing, I gently began to push her forward.

“So, what made you decide to be a superhero?” Molly asked me as she continued to swing. This question made me pause for a moment to think. This drastic change to my life had happened so fast that I never stopped to contemplate such a question.

“At first, I kind of was thrust into it. After I developed my powers, it was just the thing to do,” I began to answer Molly’s question. “But after a while, I realized that doing this job allowed me to be myself. While I was in costume, I didn’t need to hide who I was. I hate lying to my family and friends. It’s a break from the façade I have to wear all day long. Maybe someday I'll be able to be myself without hiding behind a mask, but until then, this will have to do.”

"Is it because you're afraid the bad guys might hurt you friends if they found out who you are?"

"There's that. But I'm also afraid what others will think if they knew what I really am."

"I'm sure there are plenty of people who wouldn't feel different of you. I don't!"

"I hope so."

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

Zac Wilson

Sean Abbott found himself standing in the Greyhound station right of of I-787 in Albany, New York. It had been a long journey coming down south from Lost Haven. He even had to make a transfer stop in Boston just to make his way to the state capital of New York. Sean had planned this little trip as a surprise for one of his old high school friends, Brooke McFadden. Sure, most guys would not bother spending an entire day on a bus to see an ex-girlfriend, but Sean thought she needed to see a friendly face after she had moved away from home.

While Sean was waiting for a taxi, he felt his phone buzz inside the back pocket of his pants. Once he had pulled out the device, his phone displayed a local news alert. Apparently, there was a hostage situation at the Citizens Bank on the corner of South Pearl and State, which was weird because it was way past banker’s hours.

Sean paused for a moment. He had come to Albany to see his friend, not to fight crime. When the news report revealed that a metahuman was likely to have been the cause of this situation, there was even a greater temptation to rush into action.

“Who am I kidding? I drag this costume around with me everywhere I go,” Sean muttered to himself. At first, he turned and calmly walked away, trying not to draw attention to himself. But once Sean was ought of sight, he dashed off, stripping off his clothes and revealing a green colored costume as he went.

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It was late in the evening when Zac was exiting the Times Union Center, along with hundreds of other individuals. An all-purpose entertainment venue, particularly outfitted for sporting events, the Times Union Center was located in the heart of Downtown Albany. Because the girls (and Darren) were out of town for the day, Zac decided he deserved a little quality time with the guys. Therefore, Zac and a few of his football teammates decided to catch a game of their local arena football team, the Albany Empire.

Or at least Zac thought it would have been his day off. He had received a text from Kyle Porter that explained how Sammy made a surprise visit earlier that day. Zac was not really surprised, especially since Kyle had given Sammy, who had been crushing hard on the cat-themed hero, a freaking ring. Sure, the tiny piece of jewelry could hide Sammy’s feline features, but did he really have to give her such a device in a shape of a ring? If Lyger did not see this coming, it was his own fault for Sammy showing up in his room half naked. All Zac responded with was that he would deal with the situation once the girls get home, but until then, he should keep one eye out for Kelly. Although Zac knew Kelly would not do anything to Lyger, as both Zac and Kelly knew something was off about Sammy (she’s a freaking snake girl!), Zac just wanted to make Lyger a little nervous that Kelly would show up and go nuclear with her magical powers.

“I can’t believe we lost even though we were up by 12 with one-minute left in the game!” Victor complained to Zac and another of Zac’s football teammates. Victor was built like a lineman, maybe a little on the heavy side, although that’s what a good guard needs to be a bruiser in the trenches.

“That’s what happen when you miss so many extra points. Was it something like five kicks?” Zac answered back, although it did little to talk the big man down

“What they really had to have done was defend against an onside kick! It wasn’t like the 2010 Super Bowl where the Saints unexpectedly onside kicked. Albany knew this kick was coming. Just such a frustrating way to lose a game.”

Zac then felt his pocket buzz. When he pulled out his cell phone, he noticed a news alert concerning a metahuman incident at the Citizens Bank. After a quick check of the map app on his phone, Zac realized that the Citizens Bank was not that far away. The report mentioned that whoever was holding up the bank was demanding that Raptor needed to show up, unless the police wanted things to get ugly. Normally, Zac would have checked the situation out anyways, but the villains called him out by name and innocent bystanders were counting on him, Zac really needed to show up tonight.

“Hey, Zac. We’re going to crash at Victor’s place with a few of the other guys. We’re getting an Uber, so do you need a lift?” Anthony asked. He was the second teammate who accompanied Zac to the arena football game. He played starting cornerback on defense.

“Unfortunately, I better get back home. Kelly probably will return by the time I find my way home.”

“Then we’ll see you at summer training in the morning,” Victor said before giving Zac a big bear hug. The strength of the offensive guard almost squeezed the breath out of Zac.

“I look forward to knocking you on your ass tomorrow,” Anthony promised with a smile on his face.

““You’ll have to catch me first,” Zac answered back with a laugh.

“Say ‘hi’ to Kelly for us,” Victor requested, “and if she makes those cookies again, please send some my way!”

“Sure thing, on both accounts.”

After Victor and Anthony had piled into the Uber, which they had ordered, and the Uber had driven away, Zac began walking up South Pearl Street. He needed to find a dark alley or something along those lines in order to change into his Raptor costume. Thanks to his power nullifier, it only took a press of a button to change. Once Zac was outfitted for what he hoped would be a short evening of superheroics, he dashed down South Pearl Street, running at a speed well above the posted 30 MPH speed limit.

Once Zac was approaching the Citizens Bank, he saw that the Albany police had already set up a perimeter around the building. Men and cars surrounded the building, blocking any escape route other than through the air. One of the city buses was parked right by the entrance of the bank, its emergency lights flashing in the evening darkness. That must be where the hostages had come from, since it was way too late for a bank to be open at this point at night.

When one of the police officers noticed that Zac, wearing his Raptor costume, had arrived, he waved the young metahuman through the police line and pointed him towards the hostage negotiator. The plan was simple. The police would send Zac in first in the hopes that he could dissolve the situation peacefully. However, if he had not come out within fifteen minutes, the SWAT team was coming in.

Given an Albany Police Department vest, just in case, Zac entered through the front door of the bank. There, he found a handful of citizens huddled on the floor. When they saw Zac walk through the door, some of the hostages’ eyes glowed with hope. After Zac confirmed that the perpetrator was not nearby at the moment, which he found strange, he gestured to the hostages to make their way out through the entrance. He made sure to remind them to identify themselves as they exited. The police were on high alert because of the metahuman threat and no one wanted to get shot for no reason.

After all of the hostages had shuffled out through the front doors, Zac swept through the first floor one last time. Before he gave up and left the rest of the search to the police, Zac noticed faint weeping coming from behind the tellers table. When he peered around the corner, he found an insectoid metahuman woman hiding beneath the desk. She had tears gushing down from her eyes. In fact, Zac recalled that this was one of Diplodoc’s metahumans who for some strange reason saved Zac and his friends from the Hounds. It took Zac a moment to realize this because he did not recognize the mantis girl with her mask off. The antennae and compound eyes that she possessed reminded Zac of Kelly.

“Don’t worry, nobody is going to hurt you,” Zac told the young woman to calm her down.

“No one is going to believe that I didn’t cause this,” she answered Zac back. “And I can’t be outed as a metahuman. People will see me as a freak.”

“Then explain it to me so I can at least help you out.”

“I didn’t realize I had gotten involved with the wrong crowd until it was way too late. When I refused to go along with one of their plans, they dumped me here as a decoy for their real plan.”

“And what would that be?”

“They found the location of a long-retired S.T.R.I.K.E. agent. They never told me why they were going after him, but they were desperate enough to set up a decoy, it has to be important.”

“Interesting. What could Diplodoc be up to now?”

Zac started to help the mantis girl up onto her feet when he heard a stir within the room. When he turned to see if anyone was there, he saw no one. He turned his attention back to the woman, who had now placed her mask back on her face, which only left her curly red hair visible in a ponytail. But Zac would soon learn that there was in fact a third person in the room.

“Really?” A voice said from behind Zac and the mantis metahuman. “Just because I themed myself after a praying mantis doesn’t mean you Looney Tunes have to be animal people, too! Villains need to get more original these days. Zoology isn’t the only field you can find inspiration from!”