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How much wood WOULD a woodchuck chuck? If a woodchuck could chuck wood? Maybe that dork Sally selling seashells down by the sea shore knows...
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Because asking the mods "gib power" is a much better bid than demonstrating a groundswell of supporters, right? #Wraith4Mod2K19
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WRAITH, WRAITH, HE'S OUR MAN, IF HE CAN'T DO IT, NO ONE CAN!
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GIF doesn't work but uhhhhhhh imagine a butler telling Jack Nicholson that I've always been here


Issue 7.5




New York City, NY --- Queens Neighborhood




Pete hadn’t seen Amber Memorial Park before, but the thick trees stood vigil around the property, lonely oaks joined together into something of a bastion against the whining noise of the police cars belting through the borough. Their noses were to the ground like hunting dogs, searching for tiny spiders. What equipment there was in the park had rusted over from a decade odd of rain, all cracked and fissured from children pushing the equipment through the rust, leaving flakes of corroded metal to seed the earth.

The girl found her place on the monkey bars, standing watch over the boys as they came to a stop. Her eyes were like jade daggers. He could feel them in the folds of his costume, probing him beneath, something other, a second thing closed around him in a black coffin -- with off-white eyes staring back at him from the dark.

Peter nearly ran into the boy in front of him as he stopped, puffing his chest out like half the goobers trying to make their names back at the wrestling tournament. “I’m gonna need you to start talking. Who’re you, and why’d you break into a police precinct?”

“Same reasons anyone does it, I guess. Fame, glory, legions of adoring fans in blue.” Peter rocked backwards as he spoke. Every time the cold red of the boy’s visor passed him, he found himself moving to either side, trying to stay out of his direct gaze. He looked past him and the girl had stopped kicking her legs, staring right at and past him. Like she was looking at something that wasn’t there, beyond him, but on top of him at the same time. Maybe she didn’t like my answer.

“Look, you guys do the whole ‘superhero’ thing too, yeah? X-Men, right? You get it -- I’m Spider-Man, man.” Peter went for the strap of his bag. “I just wanted some information that our blue boy scouts weren’t moving on.” He pulled it over his shoulder and dumped it at his feet. He nudged it forward with his foot.

“I was gonna grab the files, swing on out, and have a holly jolly Christmas with Donut Patrol none the wiser. But then some glorified traffic cop spotted me and...” He shrugged. He should have been in and out of there in a flash, even once that glorified traffic cop spotted him. But then… Haze. “Then they, uh, whammied me with something awful back there. Still not sure what, come to think of it.”
So, in the interest of spurring OOC discussion (so we can get to the 2000th post and it can be used for something that isn't a GIF of Thanos dabbing), what is, all time, your favorite single piece of superhero media? It can be a movie, TV show, comic run, anything of your choosing. For me, it's sort of a tie between two things:

For one, Into The Spider-Verse. If you can't tell by my character choice for this game, I fucking love Spider-Man. Spider-Man 2 is the shit, but I was hurting for another capital G great Spider-Man flick after the Amazing films sucked so bad that I briefly deluded myself into thinking that Homecoming was the one, even though it kind of super wasn't. But then along comes Spiderverse. I've always been a sucker for great animation, but it's got at all, great acting, worldbuilding, writing, and a plot about what it means to be Spider-Man. Something about it really struck me, and I think it's going to stick with me for a very, very long time.

The more I think of it, I do think it's ultimately more of a runner-up to Spiderverse, but, honestly? UOU is my other pick. This will probably read as a very silly answer to some/most of you, and honestly, it super is. But I think UOU, for its run, hit a lot of the notes of all the greatest comics stories. We had a huge procession of spectacular writers slinging some of the best characters in the medium, and it all came together into a beautiful, climactic ending. It doesn't have the polish or necessarily style of a lot of the other possible candidates for a 'favorite', but I think UOU got started for me at a point in my life where I really needed something like it. I'd never done a Comic game before, and I figured I'd hate writing canons. But at the time, I was in something of a creative slump, and UOU was just what I needed to get the juices flowing again, and to remind me just why I like writing and superheroes so much.


Issue 7.4




New York City, NY --- Queens Neighborhood




“He is not my- shit, that's a lot of spiders-"

Peter was up on his toes, watching every revolution of the pickets as they circled him, points like daggers stared back at him. The turf was shredded where the girl had plucked them from the ground with her mind, plumes of dirt and destroyed greenery lay in a heap around what Peter imagined was once a respectable hedgeline. The wreckage of the convertible smoldered quietly, little fires starting as the engine gave a sicky whine, still trying to operate despite the crushing pressure forcing its pistons back down into the ground. The more ways he looked, the less opportunity there was for escape -- there seemed to be a picket every foot, and she’d eventually put together that there were no actual spiders.

Honestly, I’m surprised it worked at all. He scanned the line of projectiles. Maybe I can web them together, or something? Screw up her… Throwing arc? God knows if that’s how it works, anyway. Still, even if he could get past that, there was the matter of the other kid. Even with his eyes firmly pressed shut, every time his head so much as turned in Peter’s direction, the surface of the suit crawled and he felt pins and needles on his neck, like his Spider-Sense itself didn’t want any part of the kid’s mojo. Still, he had to try something soon, or…

"Wait! Jean, can you get me my- Thanks." The kid on the ground sputtered, as ruby red sunglasses suddenly rose and skipped across the pavement towards him. The girl’s expression softened as he collected his glasses, but the perimeter of fence posts stayed tight, bearing down like the needles of an iron maiden.

As soon as the glasses found their way onto his face he was moving again, pushing himself up to his feet. A regular Velma Dinkley, useless without his glasses. Peter turned to get a better look at him and pain stabbed down through his shoulder, fire down into the bone and deep into the socket. He bit his tongue and braced himself, squeezing the muscles in his opposite arm and willing the pain away. The sirens had already started in the distance -- evidently playing catch with a Convertible wasn’t a great way to stay incognito.

"Alright, listen,” the boy started, “you don't know us. We don't know you. I figure you've got some issues if you're attacking police stations in the dead of night. But so far as I know you didn't kill anybody in there, so...you're not fully gone. But you hear that, right?" He jerked his thumb back, and Peter saw the police lights in the distance, huge blue and red streaks marking the sky like banners of arms.

"That's the sound of a lot of really angry cops coming this way. Guys with guns who probably won't stop to talk, if you catch my drift. But we can help you. We're the X-Men. Helping mutants out of tough spots is sort of our thing."

This was one of those times when Ben would give a platitude about rocks and hard places… Did he say X-Men? Peter remembered Ben, back at the Hospital; ”I can’t believe they let them print this rag, huh Pete? Going after those poor kids in Bayville. The nerve.” Either way, he still wasn’t sure he was much up to running away, especially with his shoulder socket feeling like an especially painful game of Operation. And if Ben can put a little faith in them… Peter swallowed.

“Well, I only came for the Disney tickets, but you’ve convinced me, I’ll buy the timeshare.” Peter rocked back onto the balls of his feet and stood, inch by inch, pushing both of his hands into the air. The ring of posts held fast, and the girl rocked on her heels. "I don't know about this. This guy, I don't think he's-"

The boy cut her off; "I'd rather not have to knock you out to save your life. Don't make this harder than it already is." He held out a hand. The sirens were closer now, the sound echoing between the plaster and paint of houses and the slick concrete of the road.

“Yeah, I’m partial to consciousness, myself.” Peter made sure to show his hands as he pointed one to the nearest treeline, preparing to sling a web. “I’m thinking we hop a few fences, since your car, uh… Probably needs to go to the shop.” He tapped the center of his palm and the web flew from his wrist, snapping onto the bark of a nearby tree -- he hoped the girl wouldn’t spike him for it.


Issue 7.3




New York City, NY --- Queens Neighborhood




The engine sputtered and the frame of the convertible groaned as the webs slammed into the wheel silos. The webs forced gears to a halt and glued sheets of fine rubber to the pavement as the tires spun furiously. The brake pads howled like banshees, scraping on organic webbing and rubber, trying to slow the car as it swung on the road. The driver looked like he was about ready to rip the wheel off the frame as he jerked it, trying to control the momentum.

“Yes!” Peter scrambled backwards and found his footing, setting into a low crouch on his haunches. Gotta swing away before Thing One and Thing Two… Oh, crap. There was a horrible crunch of aluminum and steel twisting together and grinding past one another, as the smell of burnt rubber streaked the air as the convertible started a reverse wheelie that was definitely not intended by the manufacturer. Spider-Sense flared like ice up and down his neck -- better move, or Tweedledee and Tweedledum are gonna be Tweedle-dead.

He threw himself forward, face first, and by the time his chest hit the pavement his hands were up, squeezing what was left of his web fluid through little pores at the base of his wrists, knotting together into a massive spider web between two sickly oak trees on some guy’s lawn. The car flew with the grace and style of a lead brick as it slashed through the air, dropping what looked like a hazy bubble with the kids from the car crouched inside it. The car plowed through the web with the crackle of shattering bark as the connection points gave way and the vehicle headed straight for the house’s picture window.

Peter was already back on his knees, two weblines lanced from his wrists and snapped to the car’s undercarriage. The lines went taut instantly and Peter yanked backward. His muscles screamed at the pressure, like every individual fiber was supporting a hundred pounds of force, wrenching the car down to earth, it felt like trying to topple a skyscraper. Peter felt the webline in one hand snap and he felt something go pop in his opposite shoulder when the car finally bit into the earth and splintered every surviving pane of the convertible’s glass while the car flattened against the lawn, inches from destroying a residential living room.

Peter’s breath came out shaky and the weblines fell from his hands. His muscles felt like pulled taffy, and as he looked down he became aware of the kid’s on either side of him, the passengers, both dressed in garish blue and yellow costumes. He also became aware of the round, bony joint of his shoulder, hanging at an odd angle from the rest of his torso.

Fucking OWWWWWW! Peter grabbed the arm with his opposite hand and considered it. The black costume was still perfectly free of any rips or blemishes, but the arm sat there, free in the bag of his skin. He shuddered, and tried to remember what Mr. Osborn did when the same thing happened to Harry, when they were kids. Well, I guess circumstances were a little different then. Just gotta get it back in before the shock wears off... He took a firm grip around his arm as the girl from the wreck began to get her bearings.

“You...asshole!” She spat. “I swear to God your face is gonna be a hamburger after I'm done with you!”

“Whoa, Strawberry Shortcake, you the were the one…” Peter’s breath caught as he put his shoulder back into its socket in one move, forcing bone past muscle and jamming it in, “chasing me.” His eyes came up to meet hers, narrow slits of white peering out of a sea of darkness, and he realized the floating mass around himself. It was like magic wicked pickets revolving in a circle, dozens of them, held aloft by some kind of ethereal string Peter couldn’t see. His Spider-Sense reached and miss for something, some mechanism to it, and came back with nothing but the cool breeze of the New York air. He’d run afoul of honest-to-God Mutants.

"Y'got one chance to give it up, pal. Or you're in for a world of hurt."

Really screwed the pooch on this one, Parker. He retreated into himself, lower to the ground, a tiny spider against the makeshift artillery before him. Almost outta webs. Could dodge a couple of pickets… Maybe... He glanced behind him, to a boy with his eyes firmly shut, patting about the patch of concrete he’d landed on. And who knows what kinda power that guy’s packing. He tightened the strap on his duffle and then raised his hands slowly into the air, palms out. It’s the hail mary, then.

Peter arched his fingers and wicked angles, and slouched forward like an animal baring its claws. “You better take your boyfriend and leave, lady, because I’m Spider-Man, and you just made me mad. I’m summoning the spiders. Thousands of them, hundreds of thousands of them! Because I’m Spider-Man!
So, one thing I did want to put out there is that there are now multiple Power Rings floating around Earth whilst Hal and Sinestro try to hunt them down. If anyone maybe wants to interact with the rings, I'm more than happy for that to happen.

Examples:
*The Venom Symbiote gets chosen by the Star Sapphire for how much it, deep down, is absolutely madly in love with Peter.
*Lex Luthor's ambition to rule the world gets him chosen by the Orange Ring.
*Magneto's Hope's for a future where Mutants rule gets him chosen by the Blue Ring.

Now, I'm not asking for a Crossover or anything, just saying that, if you think a character in your story getting to weild a Lantern Ring would benefit the story, I'm more than happy to discuss that. It just adds to the size of Hal and Sinestro's search as they track the path of destruction that the Rings leave as they frantically search for a soul to bond with. "Hal, I just got a report that the Sapphire Ring was spotted in New York, attached to a weird, alien slime monster. It has let go and is on the move, but it's going fast and we need to get out there now if we want any hope of catching the damn thing!"

I dont want to spoil too much, but let's just say that, due to some fuckery on the bad-guys part, the Rings are trapped on Earth, unable to leave until they find a suitable host and so, are going crazy from their inability to leave and find the one true being in the universe that they should be bonding to.




Issue 7.2




New York City, NY --- Queens Neighborhood




The sound had faded into the background, pulsing in the night air but much too far for Peter to hear anything but the barest thump of the beat. Instead, he had to think about the bleating wails of the sirens and arcs of blue and red light that seemed to shoot up from behind every house on the block. The road was shaded from the moonlight by rows of trees, black branches stood out like strangling fingers squeezing the starlight.

He pounded down the road, focusing on every footstep as it came and the shock of each footfall jumping up his thighs. The sky had finally settled in color to black glass, twinkling with whatever gasps of light that weren’t choked in smog or tree cover. Every step was getting a little longer, less like a hobble and more like a leap as he settled forward into the neighborhood. He eyed a sturdy-looking branch and bounced forward off both of his feet, launching a webline forward. It was a clean miss, arcing past the branch and snagging onto the next. No no no--

Peter swung, kicking his legs to try and readjust as he careened into a backyard sliced apart by spotty mower work. The line gave and he fell, crashing into a plastic playhouse and scattering shards of plastic across the green.

“Okay… Maybe no swinging yet…” He groaned as he kicked aside the green plastic door and tumbled out of the playhouse’s blown out remains. His feet smacked against the grass and he was going again, jogging for the road. He hopped up and pulled himself over a wooden fence, sucking in his belly and keeping it from the sharp tops of every spiked bar of the fence.

The new neighborhood was quieter, with nubby trees shrunk into themselves and little brick houses with scrappy lawns lain out before them. The police lights weren’t as strong here, now just blue and red suggestions from neighborhoods far away, sirens pinging off into nothing. Maybe I’m actually getting away! There was something else though, on the edge of his perception. It didn’t sound like a cop car, an engine roaring like a beast with no accompanying siren, the sound tearing through neighborhoods and rebounding off of drywall, spiraling around him, drawing closer. Then were was --? Something in our head.

Peter shuddered and hit his hand against his head, trying to shake the nagging feeling, like a gnat buzzing around his ears. Like for the briefest moment, there was something else there with him, another skin slinking over him, feeling him, controlling him. It was gone just as soon as it arrived, awareness washed over and gone again. But there was still the engine bearing down on him, with renewed focus. He bolted for the other side of the street. Whoever they were, they probably wouldn’t run a rut through some random jobber’s neighborhood. He jumped forward and stumbled across the concrete, nearly tumbling over. He righted himself and set back into a jog, vying for the safety of a random backyard. Any other time, this would be a piece of cake, but now…?

It was too late for the backyard, the car careened around a corner and seemed to lock onto him, a red convertible with a gurgling engine and two indistinct passengers inside. It wasn’t like any undercover car Peter had ever seen, it was all flash and muscle. Coming to think of it, Flash Thompson drove one just like it. The car surged forward and Peter stumbled backwards. He kicked against the concrete and ran as the car wrought huge, ugly skidmarks into the pavement. Something shifted and his Spider Sense went off like firecrackers in his head.

“Hey, pal, you got mail!” A woman’s voice echoed through the neighborhood as he chanced a glance behind him. Trash bins were sailing through the air right for his head, filled to burst with banana peels and discard k-cups dropping as they rocketed towards him. Peter was moving to dodge them the instant they registered; he shot himself into the air and seemed to hang for a moment as the first bin shot beneath him. He kicked off of it and it exploded against the ground while he launched further, backflipping up and over the second bin. Ha! Nice moves, Spider-M--

White plastic and reams of paper slammed into his back like an oversized fist as the mailbox hit and Peter hit the ground, bouncing across the road like a rock across a pond in a flurry of envelopes.

“Every time…” Peter pulled someone’s credit score report from his face and turned to the car bearing down on him. He could see the drivers now, a girl with flowing red hair, and a boy with ruby red sunglasses. They were… Kids? Either way, they were about to make him roadkill. Peter flopped onto his back, facing the car gunning for him. Think Parker, think…

He aimed as best as he could for the wheel bays and unloaded with all the webbing he could muster. His fingers hit his palms over and over again as globs of web shot out to strike the front wheels.
In the interest of attracting more new blood, here are some characters you might've heard of that no one has currently staked a claim to!



And many more! These are just a few from off the top of the 'ol noggin. Anyway, hope to see you in the game soon with one of these characters, or even something else! Cheers!
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