Enarr

King of the Hill: Boiled Mountain Dew Electric Boogaloo II

By the great Wematanye, I declare my interest

King of the Hill: Boiled Mountain Dew Electric Boogaloo II

You don't know who I am but I know where you live

Wal Quest - Interactive Post Apocalyptic Quest

[X] - An origami pinwheel flower.

[X] - Politely refuse his gift.

Name Change Request

Any chance I might be redubbed "Enarr"?

Justice League: World in Crisis

So, would it be appropriate to have my next post be one where Kyle storms in, finds/attacks a ninja and uses a minimal/struggling effort die?

Justice League: World in Crisis

Kyle Rayner’s Studio Apartment
Los Angeles
11:00am Local Time

Having started out as a cartoonist for a little circulated series of short-lived Sunday comics, Kyle Rayner hadn’t seriously considered a career in sculpting. He didn’t really like the feel of the mud on his hands, the need to pay attention to the moisture in the air, the temperature, and the like but he’d taken to it recently. He’d been a Green Lantern for the better part of a decade and had grown accustomed to wielding the wild whims of his own willpower, intimidating and inspiring the viridescent incandescence into innumerable incarnations. For those in the know, it was often thought that using his own hard light to operate his own pottery wheel was cheating because he didn’t have to deal with the imprecision common to all machinery. They were wrong. There’s nothing convenient about keeping the image of the gears turning steadily around their focus while also working his fingers through the unforgiving earth. Even the slightest lapse in—

--ZEEE- ZEEE- ZEEE- ZEEE- ZEEE-

“Yaagck!” he screams as he faces a personal catastrophe. Five hours of gear turning, hand washing, meticulously implemented measurements catapulted upon his face as his hand, spurred by the Justice League emergency alert, impaled his immaculate investment.

PRIORITY ALERT
UNKNOWN ASSAILANTS IN S.T.A.R. LABS, TOKYO
MULTIPLE CIVILIAN FATALITIES
PLEASE RESPOND

No time to mourn his momentary monument, the clay washes off of his being as his protective aura streams like a waterfall into his rubbish bin. The entire room had been overlaid with a hard light shield, making clean up a synch. It was actually a trick he’d learned from Sinestro trying to kill him. Uniform in place, the man in green rockets out his windowsill and trails a streak of emerald lightning across the Los Angeles skyline before increasing his thrust and luminescence and tracking into the troposphere and beyond, taking mere minutes to make his way to the moonlit metropolis.

_{(TRAVEL POST; NO PROGRESS MADE TOWARD EVENT)}

Justice League: World in Crisis

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T P R O P O S A L

G R E E N L A N T E R N

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^{_{K Y L E R A Y N E R ♦ F R E E L A N C E A R T I S T ♦ L O S A N G E L E S ♦ J U S T I C E L E A G U E}}

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T:

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^{"I haven’t been a green Green Lantern for a while now"}

After Parallax’s annihilation of The Green Lantern Corps, Kyle Rayner was selected by Ganthet to protect the Universe while they rebuilt, often paying particular attention to Earth and humanity. Since the reestablishment of The Corps, he has been assigned to focus on Earth, specifically, functioning as an integral part of the modern Justice League.

C H A R A C T E R M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S:

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I just wanna play the game really and, as the majority of you know, I love Kyle Rayner as the Green Lantern on account of the self-aware creativity available when writing him on account of the fact that he’s as much of a geek as any of us are. He’s largely just trying to be the best hero that he can, learning from the other Justice Leaguers, looking at the elder statesmen of the Justice League as role models, to a certain extent, largely having learned the dangers of a casual approach after the loss of his girlfriend Alex Dewitt at the hands of Major Force.

C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:

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Nah

S A M P L E P O S T:

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Lights. Camera. Action.

An emerald aurora sweeps the streets of Los Angeles overshadowing the pedestrians with a parading procession of preening primates projected from the fingertips of none other than Kyle Rayner, The Green Lantern, the primary protector of the planetary premises operating under the authority of The Guardians of The Universe. As his simian servants saunter along the sidewalks, he feels each of them combing through the cracks of the human hive. Paying as little heed as possible to the strutting street performers, he finally finds the fiend from the footpath.

“It’s over Mr. Mind!” he shouts imperiously, through a bullhorn of his own making. “We have your Science Cell nice and toasty back on Oa and, if you come quietly, we’ll even let you into general population for up to two minutes per year. That’s the best offer you’re gonna get. Otherwise, the Monster Society’ll be here within five minutes.”

“My Monster Society? Why threaten me with my own reinforcements, Lantern?”

“Perhaps you’ve heard of Xax of Xaos, of Sector 3500. Not unlike yourself, he’s a sentient anthropod. Suffice to say, the Society’s under new management and, after finding out that you haven’t been pursuing their best interests,” Rayner says, crafting a translucent canary around the sinister serpent, “they’d like a word.”

As the Green Lantern raises the avian construct into the atmosphere, nabbing the nefarious nematode, he feels the hair on the back of his stand skyward. Mr. Mind makes a full body smile, cackling crazily as he’s carried toward the cosmic custodian. When the Green Lantern finally stands face to face with the worm, he hears the start of a symphony of unmistakable syllables.

The voice box begins to shout “SABBA—” before the construct canary’s intestines instantly slither and shatter the voice modulator.

“Nice try, Mind. So you can’t hold a note. Maybe you’ll have better luck holding your bar of soap.”

P O S T C A T A L O G:

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Justice League: World in Crisis

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C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T P R O P O S A L

G R E E N L A N T E R N

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^{_{K Y L E R A Y N E R ♦ F R E E L A N C E A R T I S T ♦ L O S A N G E L E S ♦ J U S T I C E L E A G U E}}

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T:

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^{"I haven’t been a green Green Lantern for a while now"}

After Parallax’s annihilation of The Green Lantern Corps, Kyle Rayner was selected by Ganthet to protect the Universe while they rebuilt, often paying particular attention to Earth and humanity. Since the reestablishment of The Corps, he has been assigned to focus on Earth, specifically, functioning as an integral part of the modern Justice League.

C H A R A C T E R M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S:

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I just wanna play the game really and, as the majority of you know, I love Kyle Rayner as the Green Lantern on account of the self-aware creativity available when writing him on account of the fact that he’s as much of a geek as any of us are. He’s largely just trying to be the best hero that he can, learning from the other Justice Leaguers, looking at the elder statesmen of the Justice League as role models, to a certain extent, largely having learned the dangers of a casual approach after the loss of his girlfriend Alex Dewitt at the hands of Major Force.

C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:

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Nah

S A M P L E P O S T:

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Lights. Camera. Action.

An emerald aurora sweeps the streets of Los Angeles overshadowing the pedestrians with a parading procession of preening primates projected from the fingertips of none other than Kyle Rayner, The Green Lantern, the primary protector of the planetary premises operating under the authority of The Guardians of The Universe. As his simian servants saunter along the sidewalks, he feels each of them combing through the cracks of the human hive. Paying as little heed as possible to the strutting street performers, he finally finds the fiend from the footpath.

“It’s over Mr. Mind!” he shouts imperiously, through a bullhorn of his own making. “We have your Science Cell nice and toasty back on Oa and, if you come quietly, we’ll even let you into general population for up to two minutes per year. That’s the best offer you’re gonna get. Otherwise, the Monster Society’ll be here within five minutes.”

“My Monster Society? Why threaten me with my own reinforcements, Lantern?”

“Perhaps you’ve heard of Xax of Xaos, of Sector 3500. Not unlike yourself, he’s a sentient anthropod. Suffice to say, the Society’s under new management and, after finding out that you haven’t been pursuing their best interests,” Rayner says, crafting a translucent canary around the sinister serpent, “they’d like a word.”

As the Green Lantern raises the avian construct into the atmosphere, nabbing the nefarious nematode, he feels the hair on the back of his stand skyward. Mr. Mind makes a full body smile, cackling crazily as he’s carried toward the cosmic custodian. When the Green Lantern finally stands face to face with the worm, he hears the start of a symphony of unmistakable syllables.

The voice box begins to shout “SABBA—” before the construct canary’s intestines instantly slither and shatter the voice modulator.

“Nice try, Mind. So you can’t hold a note. Maybe you’ll have better luck holding your bar of soap.”

P O S T C A T A L O G:

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Justice League: World in Crisis

I'll probably post an app later tonight

Absolute Comics - Justice Rising

E P I S O D E O N E
S M A R T E R
C H A P T E R O N E

Legion Clubhouse, Earth
The Thirtieth Century: 2999

“Lightning Lad, it’s fantastic to see you! Has your first week’s stay in the Legion Clubhouse lived up to your expectations?”

“Yeah. It’s great. Really ritzy,” he said, kicking one of his heels into the other.

“That skyblue shock in your eyes has returned. Is everything to your liking? Please don’t feel pressured to say that it’s perfect. I know it’s not. My research team employed a trio of focus groups over the course of several weeks to try and make it feel as homey as possible but, as an entrepreneur, I know as well as anyone that getting that many opinions on anything tends to have a blanding, sterilizing effect.”

“Oh, in that case. Yeah. It, uh, doesn’t really feel like home. It doesn’t feel real. It feels more like a dream. I wake up and everything’s spotless. The menu looks just like it did in the old neighborhood on Winath, like, it tastes like you literally hired their staff.

“I’m glad to hear that you hate it,” Brande chortled magnificently, “I was afraid you’d try to spare my feelings. I thank you sincerely. It feels too presentable. I’ll amend that at once. Don’t worry: next time you see the place, it’ll be scummier than your belly button!”

Garth looked at him with a pair of evershifting eyes, perplexed. He couldn’t tell if he felt grateful or insulted. Maybe something else, not that he knew what that would even be. He was speechless. Absolutely speechless until the second when he wasn’t: “Wait. Did you say next time I see it?”

“I told them you were a bright one. Yessir, pack your bags for an all-expense paid trip to the planet Colu! We’ll be leaving in four hours. If you’d be so kind, please go rouse Imra, Rokk and Chuck. Tell them that you’ll be undertaking your first case as the Legion of Superheroes before night’s end!”

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The Mark 494 Legion Cruiser “Forneus”
Outside Colu’s Atmosphere

“Pop Quiz!” Brande spouted as he stood in front of the teenagers.

That’s the worst kind there is, Garth thought to himself.

“Within the United Planets, one planetnation produces an amount of data exponentially larger than every other member of the Union combined. What is that planet?”

Garth’s fist shot up like a bolt of lightning, standing on his tiptoes like a toddler peeking over a fence before being upstaged by Imra’s unceremonious utterance, “Colu.”

“Ah, see! I knew you were a smart cookie. Say,” Brande began, “how’d you know?”

“I read your mind. Also, Garth told us we were going to Colu before brining us down here. So… I dunno, a bunch of reasons really,” she shrugged, politely grinning out of courtesy.

“Okay, I’ll have to bear that in mind from here on out,” Brande said, pausing his breathing for a moment in an attempt to think only clean thoughts. “How much do the rest of you know about the line of Coluan succession, though?”

Imra stayed silent, waiting for the others, who were even silenter exempting the staccato shrugging sound of softly slumping shoulders.

Brande grinned. This was what he was waiting for. “The Coluans would have conquered the universe several times over if not for the simple fact that, by and large, they want nothing to do with it. They’re generally too preoccupied with their internal bickering, espionage and mind-games. In spite of the formidable processing power of their minds, they sabotage each other’s research in their casual cat-and-mouse counterintelligence games so thoroughly that their ability to progress as a society is hindered to merely being good or occasionally earth-shaking as opposed to fundamentally redefining the pace of intergalactic society on a daily basis.

This should come as little surprise given that their roots lie with the age-old beings known as The Computer Tyrants, a collective of sociopathic bean counting androids who crafted the entity known as Brainiac as a living encyclopedia to slither through the stars, sampling and stealing away data at any cost. Though he had been operating as a tenth level intelligence, he was assisted by a lowly engineer who unshackled his mind and enabled him to ascend to the twelfth level, every bit as psychically robust as his creators and with a bevy of life experience behind him. He slew them like dogs before seizing the seat of Colu as his own and creating a race of people in his own image, tasking them with the exact same manner of scientific fieldwork that he had been designed to perform with one significant difference.

Their every thought was monitored and censored by his own mind. Unfortunately for him, this put such a strain on his ability to perform other functions once they anomalously began sprouting individuals also of the twelfth level. Ever since, he has been at rest in the heart of Colu, kept latent by his own laborers enlightenment. Naturally, there are loyalists who would like to see Colu returned to the control of the monarch Brainiac, but twelfth level intelligences, the first level at which a meaningful contribution can be made to processing the massive load of data, are only born every two or three hundred years on average. None of them have been interested in shouldering the burden.”

“Wait, wait, wait, wait,” Chuck demanded. “Didn’t you say that you were talking about succession or something? This can’t all seriously be relevant! Can it?”

“Sorry for the exposition dump, my boy, but I’ll get to succession in just a moment. It just seems severely improbably that anyone would be likely to fill you in on the social context that their society has existed within for the last several hundred years organically. I had some of my best researchers working on compiling and abridging their extremely well documented history, sorting through the intentional misinformation overloads so that you could have this neat little two minute speech. Speaking of which, as I was:

“The Brainiacs are the descendants of Brainiac who possess their own twelfth level intelligences. To date, there have been five of them. Only four. The most recent of which is Querl Dox, a young man, particularly bright even amongst the twelfth level intellects, that has survived a comically intense sequence of assassination attempts. The previous three Brainiacs are all, in some form or fashion, incapacitated and therefore not straining the original’s processors. If he falls, then the original Brainiac, the great tyrant shall return with a vengeance. Otherwise, the amount of terrorist attacks on the planet has skyrocketed. From an average of none to three dozen per year. We theorize that this is an attempt to lighten the load on his processors as well. Your job is to assist young mister Dox in preventing any further attacks and attempts on his life. Understood?”

Imra nodded curtly. Chuck looked like his brain was buffering. Rokk worked his eyelids like an abacus, trying to work out how they would pull it off and Garth snapped his fingers, spelling out Y E S with a trail of electrons buzzing in the air.

“Excellent,” Brande grinned. “We’ll be embarking briefly.”