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How many more people need to die before we do something about ISIS?
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These status updates are...odd. I approve.
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Butts. They are so round, so squishy, so perfect. Bootiful.
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We are all massive nerds.
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Things you need to know:

I'm eighteen years old. I'm American. I'm a Protestant Christian. I don't like anime. I like comic books. I once killed a shark.

My roleplaying interests change periodically, and I am not currently looking to join any more roleplays at the moment.

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Isaac watched his teammates with mild amusement as he snacked on a piece of pizza. Dancing and drinking gave way to intense games of Guitar Hero. He wouldn't be joining them in the festivities, however. Isaac wasn't exactly a people person, and he still felt a bit off about his earlier fight with Lobo. He'd hit the bounty hunter with everything he had and Sentinel had still nearly died. If the Titans' biggest gun couldn't beat someone like Lobo, how in the world were they suppose to get anything done without the Justice League around to pull them out of the fire? Sentinel mused over his teams weakness until he'd finished his pizza. Isaac vanished from sight as he raced down stairs to the ground floor. He came screeching to a halt in front of the front door. Sentinel opened the door and retrieved the package. Huh. Isaac thought as he read the note from Supergirl. How nice of her. Isaac dashed back up the stairs and into his room, dodging around the rest of the Titans on his way. Once up stairs he opened the box and quickly changed into his costume and out of his jeans. As much fun as Grant was having running around without a shirt on, he'd much rather be wearing the colors of his house. Sentinel spun around in a circle as he quickly tossed off his pants and pulled on the Kryptonian ceremonial battle armor.

Sentinel took a moment to look in the mirror. His eyes rested on the 'S' on his chest, a frown forming on Isaac's face.

He didn't feel worthy to wear the symbol of the House of El.

But Rhea was right. Isaac could be worthy. "Just because you stumble doesn't mean that you're lost." Sentinel mumbled to himself. "You just have to try harder." A deep breath later, Isaac turned back towards his door. "Well...Time to be Superman. I guess." Oh boy. Where in the world should he start? "Maybe it'll come to me later." Sentinel said. "Rome wasn't built in a day, as they say." With that, Sentinel raced off upstairs.
Was it weird Isaac was talking to himself? Was that something normal people did? Eh, whatever. He's not aspiring to be normal. Isaac wanted to be Super. Did super-people talk to themselves?

Isaac appeared on the couch, watching Eric finish a round of Guitar Hero. "What'd you blow up this time?" Sentinel asked Gem after Eric finished challenging her to a game. He turned his super-senses to the rest of the room as she stood up and presumably owned Eric's furry ass at the video game. Rhea and Evan both left, off to do whatever it is they do when they're alone. Rhea seemed to be heading to bed, though Eric was going the wrong way if that was what he was planning. The son of Aphrodite dropped his pants in front of poor Stunt Devil as Isaac looked away in disgust. Sentinel turned his attention to Simone, Luke, and Sia. Luke seemed drunk off his rocker an was hitting on Pistolera. Isaac could smell his alcohol breath from all the way across the room. "Three hundred push ups?" Sentinel said semi-quietly, not really addressing Luke. "I can bench press an aircraft carrier." Sandy had some nerve using Isaac's name to flirt.

...

Sentinel's brow furrowed in a combination of confusion and mild anger as Simone actually started to leave with Sandstorm. She must have had some kind of play. Nobody would actually fall for something like that. Right? Or maybe Simone had HIV. Yeah, that was probably it. Why else would somebody want to have sex with that clown?

Ya know, Isaac, Superman wouldn't think something like that.




After the party began to disperse, Sentinel decided to head up to the roof. He didn't need to sleep, so what else would he do but train? He spent the next few hours retrieving his training dummies from the bottom of the ocean. He had to borrow a massive fishing net from a commercial fishing liner to speed up the process. After all, he had to swim more than a mile between the tower and where they'd landed in the ocean. The sun started to come up as Sentinel set back down on the roof of the tower. He'd made quite the racket last night, no doubt, dragging giant promethium blocks around and jumping to the roof and into the water from said roof. While he had the time, Isaac improved his training equipment by replacing the chains with a stronger metal and placing a net on one side of the roof to catch any dummies he sent flying.

With all that done and finished, Isaac started to train. He tried (once more) to improve his hand to hand combat skill. Sentinel practiced his striking as well as some basic grappling maneuvers. Nothing too fancy, due to his lack of formal training, but enough to help him the next time he got into a fight with someone like Lobo. Sentinel also spent some time improving his marksmanship with his heat vision. While Isaac was at it, he tried to come up with more ways to incorporate his freeze breathe into his fighting style to maximize his combat effectiveness.

This continued for a good portion of the day. It wasn't until around five in the afternoon that Sentinel noticed anything else was happening around the tower. Remember how Isaac noted he was practically omnipresent within the tower? He could hear a pin drop at the front door from the roof. He could smell a person's sweat from the opposite side of the island. Isaac was use to the constant thumping of his teammates heartbeats in his ears as they slept. So when Amazon started yelling, he couldn't help but hear it.

"Go away!" The boy had practically screamed. The sound reverberated through Sentinel's skull as he ceased his punching. He glanced down in the direction of Evan's sleeping quarters and activated his X-Ray vision. What was that prick yelling about now? No, wait. Not prick. Person. Superman didn't call his friends pricks...

...Even when they were pricks.

Isaac couldn't see the Amazon. Where was he? Sentinel's eyes flew around the entire building at super speed. He checked every room on every floor in less than a second as he looked for his comrade. Of course, Isaac avoided looking into the girls' rooms as they slept. Anyone else might have peeked. Hell, anyone else would have peeked all the time. But not Sentinel. the 'S' on his chest didn't stand for total shithead.

Ah, there he is. Evan is, no surprise, naked in the kitchen. What had he been yelling about? He probably saw a zit in the mirror when he woke up. Hehehe. What a 'bag.

Sentinel was about to go back to his training when Amazon answered the distress signal. "Calling all Titans, Titans come in!" The voice rang out. "Emergency forces are overwhelmed, unknown creatures are attacking the citizen population, infecting them, their numbers are constantly growing we need back up n..." The message cut out in crackle of static as Evan scrambled for the intercom. Isaac looked towards the city and expanded his hearing and activated his telescopic vision. The city was in total chaos! If Sentinel hadn't dulled his hearing (listening to the entirety of San Francisco gave the young Kryptonian a killer headache) he would have known about this the moment it started. Stupid, Isaac. So stupid. The teen hero took a step towards the edge of the roof with the intent of meeting up with the rest of the team before stopping himself. If Rose wasn't around, as Amazon had said, they wouldn't have a plan. The titans would be scrambling around getting ready while the city was ravaged by some unknown threat. But Sentinel could get there before everyone else.

Isaac activated his communicator. "I can get there without the jet." Sentinel said. "Those people need me now." Isaac bent his knees before leaping into the air. The entire tower shook with the force of Isaac's jump as he went soaring through the air toward the city. He used his enhanced senses to find the largest grouping of police and National Guard forces and guided himself towards that location. There was no time to enjoy the flight as Sentinel worried the team would be too late to help. Where was the Justice League? Bah. Sentinel was all these people had at the moment. Isaac prayed he'd be enough.

The hero slammed into the ground, sending concrete spraying with the force of his impact. He marched past parked police cruisers and APCs and found someone who looked like they were in charge. "Give me a rundown on the situation." He ordered, his voice dripping with livid rage. Someone was going to die today for this.
@Lord Wraith And I thought the tower was crowded now.
Congratulations on the promotion, Thermo!

Now when the entire city of San Francisco turns into alien zombie parasites, it's allllll your fault.
It'll be the most amazing moment in the history of ever.
Oh boy.

F-Bomb be all like .
Ding!

A bell announced the arrival of new customers to the sparsely populated coffee shop. McHoy's Coffee was one of the lesser known local hangouts, located in downtown Coast City. The young woman standing behind the shop's single cash register looked up as the door opened. "Hello, welcome to McHoy's. Make yourselves at ho- AHHHHHH!" The two men produced firearms as they stepped inside. One of them, garbed in a balaclava mask and a black hoodie stepped up to the register and began threatening the worker. "Stuff this bag full'a cash. Make it quick, sweet cheeks!" The other man, this one wearing a trench coat and domino mask, passed a bag around the room. "All your valuables go in 'ta bag and I don't fill 'ya with holes." The thug warned as he blocked the exit. You could feel the fear in the air. Like a thick fog hung over the coffee joint as the two armed miscreants started collecting the money. Who holds up a coffee shop? Marcus wondered as he casually took a sip of his latte. Mmm. Peppermint. A frightened old man handed the duffle bag full of money to Marcus, who looked at it for a moment before taking the bag and setting it down next to him. The thug by the door looked at Marcus like he was out of his mind, staring at the Russian for a good minute before making his move. "Hey, moron!" The trenchcoat-man yelled as he stomped over to the teenager. "Fill up the bag or I fill you up with lead, got it?!" Wait. Not yet. Let him get close before you pull anything, Marcus.

The scumbag shoved his pistol onto the side of Marcus' head. "You have to the count of five to gimme your wallet or else." Marcus looked at him, before taking another sip of his latte. The guy flinched, afraid that Marcus might have something up his sleeve. "Five." He said, pushing the metal barrel into Marcus' temple to emphasize his point. "Four." People across the room froze as they watched the exchange. Was that kid nuts? What did he think he was doing?! "Three..." Marcus took yet another sip of his coffee. "Two." The girl behind the counter finished loading a bag with cash, handing it to the guy's partner. "Hey, dude! Just shoot the kid and get movin' before the cops show." The hoodied criminal complained. The idiot turned around to look at his partner. "How 'bout you just worry 'bout yourself Steve? I ain't offin' a kid 'less I have 'ta." Marcus moved like a blur. One second, the pistol was in the thug's hand. The next, Marcus had it and the thug's wrist was broken. "Holy Mary!" Steve shouted as he started shooting at Marcus. Atlas, smiling the whole time, shoved the wounded thug to the ground as he ducked under the bullets. He pulled up his left hand and revealed the green ring to 'Steve.' The thug groaned. "You have got to be kiddin' m-" A green fist the size of a bowling ball appeared out of the ring and smashed into Steve's face. The thug went flying over the counter, his nose shattered.

Atlas blew on his ring. "Class dismissed." He taunted, before rounding up the two hooligans and placing them inside a construct cage.

Outside the coffee shop, the two criminal's get away driver looked on in stunned silence as he watched the events unfold through the shop's windows. The driver whipped out a sub-machine gun after Steve went down, and opened fire. He turned the weapon in an arc, unloading on everyone inside the shop. "Steve! Happy!" He yelled through the now-broken window. Marcus ducked as the bullets started to fly. "Seriously? More guns?" Atlas asked (mostly himself) as he created another construct. A green shield covered the civilians, blocking the hail of gunfire with ease. "No need to fear, citizens, Atlas is here!" Marcus wasn't paying any attention as he looked at a group of frightened people cowering in the corner.

"Hey dunce!" The girl behind the counter yelled over the roaring sound of flying bullets. "Those other guy's are getting away!"

"Huh?" Marcus asked, confused. He turned around to see a few of the bars on his cage shattered and the two thugs gone. "Not a problem for a Green Lantern!" Atlas took flight as his costume replaced his street clothes. He turned around and winked at the worker. "I'll be back for your number. Call the cops for me, by the way." Atlas took off out the front door as the shield once protecting it fell away. The two thugs jumped into the get-away car. "Drive, ya moron! Drive!" Happy yelled as Steve clenched his broken nose. The driver dropped his now-empty sub-machine gun onto the unoccupied passenger seat and slammed his foot into the gas peddle. "Oh no! They have a car! How will I evverrrr catch them." Atlas mocked as he floated above the sidewalk. Marcus disappeared in a flash of green light.

"H-Hey! I think he's gone." Steve said as he looked out the back window. "You see him, Happy?" the driver asked to confirm Steve's suspicions. Happy rolled down his window and stuck his bald head out. "Don't see nothin'." Happy replied. All three of them sighed with relief. "Maybe he can turn invisible." "Don't be ridiculous, Steve." Happy snorted. "What? I didn't say. Gerald? Was that you?" Gerald took in a gulp of air. "Ah, man." He breathed. "Soooo." Marcus started as he put his hands around Steve and Happy's shoulders. "Should I stop the car, or are you going to?" Steve and Happy both started to scream. Gerald struggled to reload his gun with one hand. "Guess I will. I hope everyone is wearing their seatbelts!" A pair of oversized-green boots appeared over Atlas' feet as he slammed the constructs through the floor of the car. The shoes tore through the concrete as the car came slamming to a halt. The driver slammed his face into the airbag, knocked unconscious. Steve was saved by his seat belt, but Happy went flying out the window. Marcus smashed his way through the roof and tossed out a construct in an effort to catch the flying man. A baseball glove the size of a minivan appeared under Happy, who landed safely on the green light before being dumped onto the side of the road.

The sound of sirens alerted Marcus to the eminent arrival of the police. People ran up to see the Green Lantern as he gathered up the gang and tied them up in hardlight. "All in a day's work." Atlas remarked with his hands on his hips. A woman approached with her phone held out and started asking questions. Probably some amateur reporter looking to score in the big team. Atlas tried to answer all of her questions as best he could before the police arrived and carried the criminals away.

"Nice work, kid."

Marcus turned around at the sound of a familiar voice. Jon Stewart floated down to land next to Atlas, looking at the surrounding civilians and the singular reporter. "Nothing I couldn't handle." He replied in his usual smug fashion. "Come on, we need to talk. Alone." The older green lantern said before taking to the skies. Marcus turned back to the reporter, smiling. "Names Atlas, by the way. Maybe we can finish this interview later..Over dinner?" The woman stammered as she started to pull out a card. "I'm L-" She began, before a giant green hand wrapped around Marcus' face and dragged him through the air and to Jon's side. "Ah, man. She was cute." Jon only rolled his eyes before addressing his protege. "I was talking to Batman the other day." He began. "He seems to think you'd make a good addition to the team." Marcus' eyes went wide. "Wait, really?! Do you think so?" Jon looked away and towards the horizon. "Exposure to other heroes would do you some good. You could learn a thing or two from them." Marcus hollered out in joy and did a barrel roll. "I'm going to join the Justice League!" He yelled out in excitement. "Oh man, I can't wait to get Superman's autograph!" There was a moment of silence as Jon tried to stifle a chuckle. "What?" Marcus frowned. "You're not joining the Justice League."

"But you said-"

"I never finished. Batman wants you to join the Teen Titans."

Marcus groaned for nearly a minute. "The Teen Titans? Are you kidding me?" Atlas sighed as his hands flopped to his side. "Kyle was on the Titans for awhile. It's not as bad as you think." Jon reassured with no shortage of amusement. "Well." Marcus thought out loud. "At least Ravager's kinda hot. She's the Titans leader now, right?" "Oh, no. You're not joining the Titans West. Batman needs you on the Titans East."

Marcus didn't say anything for a moment.

"There's a Titans East?"
Lol. I can just imagine how awkward that's be, watching Cap go ask for permission to climb up somebody's roof to get his shield.

As for superhero names, Stuntman and Stuntdouble could be alternatives.


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