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Current I'm tempted to say "I've lost better friends than you" to a lote of people lately. I'm not sure what I ever want to say to the better friends that I've lost, though.
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Twelve years ago, I said something on this website that continues to embarrassing me to this day. I was a stupid kid, like most, but I've never quite gotten the taste out of my mouth. Anyone who knew me at the time can tell you about it.

I love this website. I'm pretty sure my phylactery is stored wherever the webserver is and a significant chunk of me will just disappear when it ceases operation. Until then, it comforts me. I should go to the hardware store and paint my bedroom walls with the same soft, brownish grey that the background color has been for the last twelve years. Some of my friends can't wait for the site to go offline but I don't know of any other places that offer the same sense of community.

I'm an omni-gamer. I like board games, tabletop roleplaying games, admire tabletop war games, suck at riddles, and have an absurd library of video games. Survival horror is basically my favorite genre. Otherwise I'm a fan of esoteric, occult bullshit and punk rock. But disco's cool. Disco is what humanity sounds like when it chooses to be happy. Between you and I, I'd like to hope that the days of my life can sparkle like a disco ball, accreting like sparks from a grinder held up against the unwavering dark of deaths own shadow. Burn baby burn.

You and I, we're gonna die. We should be friends first, though. Write some checks we can't cash and make eachother smile. Make believe for a while.

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I did. It's a pretty good meme. Took a minute to process. Maybe it's just because I'm old and stupid but I feel like the payoff was worth the effort.
Zhang Hae-Sung for sure. Keyboard wizardry sounds dope
Every time I read the name Eilidh, this tune comes to mind

Roy G Bivolo




A single bead of warm water unstopped itself from Roy's inner ear when Skeets came skittering in with a mission for Superman. When Julian accepted the mission, never acknowledging that they were many orders of magnitude less competent than they or that he could get in contact with the League themselves, he felt the sharp, slapping cold of ocean water slashing at his nerves, dragging him into the depths. He was used to tagging museum guards with paintballs and stealing priceless portraits, not fighting supervillains. He never even had it in him to talk to Nick Necro, to even ask if he could step out. He hadn't taken a single breath since Jules gave his speech when he felt his jackhammer heart quake against his lungs, as his stale blood and spent air tripped over each other's feet in a race to get the fuck out of his chest. In his minds eye, he could see himself turning blue. Maybe the others could, too.

He didn't say anything. He hoped to high heavens that Eilidh couldn't feel the goosebumps boiling out of his blazing flesh. He cranked his neck back, exhaled quickly, louder than he would've chosen if he'd thought about it, before taking a slow, conservative ration of air to try and force himself to cool off. As his thumbs twiddled against the rainbow dots stitched across his polo, he clenched his eyes, pursed his lips and asked himself a simple question.

This is what you're here for. Isn't it?

By the end of today, he supposed, he'd have his answer. If he wasn't up to it it'd sort itself out. He'd either die a nobody, bitch out, or maybe, just maybe--become a superhero. That stupid thought was all it took to pierce the oxygen starved smog that clouded his mind, shattering the windows to his soul like a baseball. Hurling his eyelids open, he took a deep breath and put one foot in front of the other, marching off into his room, slipping into the familiar tights, and donning the guise of THE RAINBOW RAIDER!

Fuck yeah!

With a casual stretch of his arms, he pulsed off a prismatic puff of light that toasted his floorboards, spraying a zealous hoard of crispy snarkling hard light sparkles like droplets spurting out of a garden hose, warping the finish on the mahogany panels like marshmallows over a spit. And he took another step. And another step. He took so many steps forward that in two minutes flat he was standing downstairs in costume with everyone else, not looking the least bit cowardly.

"Ladies and gentlemen," he began, "given that I both crackle colors kaleidoscopically and have a protective aura, it makes sense that I should be the distraction if we need one. Mind you, I'm not really much for violence and, once I've drawn the attention of our felonious foes, would greatly appreciate it if one of you fine fellows would prevent them cracking me in half like a rainbow egg to see if the carpets match the drapes. With all that said, I should probably not go first."
getting behind their eyes so she, from a distance, can have a full and complete view of the field before them. Like human CCTV.


I like the term eyejacking for that (like hijacking).
This is why we need a full series Super Summary Spectacular
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Well I mean, you've only posted once to be fair... Also I'm kinda waiting on @Deja or for @Hillan to finish his GM post of GM'ness.


I was strictly joking, Giuseppe
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If we did the whole team in Heroforge, we could do a team photo.


Or we could reach a third page. Hmmmmmm
Young Justice: Renegades
Super Summary Spectacular

001 | Hillan | Sunday, April 25th 2021
Jules uses a welder to restore the wiring of The Penthouse, which is owned by Morgan Edge. He flashes back to a time when he was chillaxin’ in a hot spring and gets a hankering for an additional helping of wine he’s never had before. He likes watching high school football, specifically the Smallville Crows, presumably an artifact of being Half-Superman. He shuffles over to the kitchen to see what else is crackalackin’ in the realm.


002 | Stormflyx | Sunday, April 25th 2021
Our girl Eilidh is loitering in her lounge chair before the power flickers back on and prompts her to resituate in the kitchen, where she anticipates the rest of the crew might congregate. While recalling the power outages endemic to her home, she pours herself a spot of tea and engages the kettle in conversation, which is probably just her being a silly girl but may be foreshadowing an ability to talk to inanimate objects!


003 | Sep | Sunday, April 25th 2021
Conor either says a bad word or performs an arcane rite in response to the lights going out before dismissing his face in a rather yucky (to put it lightly) scene of bouncing boinging boyoinging waxen flesh before taking a moment to appreciate how handsome he is. Because he’s cool, a true hipster, he doesn’t even own a television, he just has a miniature library of tomes, some of which are specifically set aside for CeCe. When the lights return, he receives a text message from a merchant informing him that a copy of something, presumably a book, is available for purchase. Banking on the fact that Eilidh would probably be making a kettle of tea, he helps himself to a cookie and a mug so she could fill it.


004 | Dead Cruiser | Sunday, April 25th 2021
During the power outage, Dandelion sequesters theirself to their bedroom so that they wouldn’t scare their xenophobic teammates in the dark. They’d given them the room with all the stuff that no one wanted because his addition had been unexpected. They’re shy about transforming in front of the others because it discomforts them, which is kind of a massive tactical disadvantage when you think about it. With the restoration of the power, they begrudgingly agree to use the stairs before entering the kitchen and asking Eilidh for a spot of tea for theirself and asking if Julian has any work for them to do.


005 | Lord Wraith | Sunday, April 25th 2021
CeCe goes for a run while spurning her nature as a cyborg by declining to insert her earbuds into her earbud ports, while savoring low fidelity sensation of sand running between her fingers, which I assume is probably a lot like the difference between listening to a vinyl record and an MP3. Then she meanderingly bemoans her lack of pain and the artificial sensations and longs for the once familiar ability to exhaust herself while she laps a trio of standard issue human joggers. Then she proceeds to take selfies and boost the profile of a local smoothie bar, using the power of her influencer status, and offering to cover the cost of the next fifty orders as a favor to the small business owner, Pablo. Then, she ascends the base building using the elevator and initiates a movie night.
I know I gave Roy rainbow Lantern blasts, but there's a part of me that wishes I also gave him a paintball gun.

Edit: Got it. I'll just have his flashback adventures as Necro's minion have him gallivant about with one
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