Gowi
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“I'm no longer accepting the things I cannot change, I'm changing the things I cannot accept.”
A N G E L A D A V I S
K I N G M A K E R
K A Z N I A - E U R O P E
All right. All right, take it slow.
Diana pushed her arms out, the machine that had minutes before been tearing through the skies now was struggling against the strength of a god. Though due to Diana’s own anxiety and the effects of the fight with Giganta she wasn’t exactly operating at one-hundred percent.
Lacking the ability of herself at full capacity didn’t make Diana any less of a problem for her enemies as they could very much tell. A lot of it was rage— something Diana had spent years learning how to fuel into combat. Unlike others who would get blinded by their emotions Diana knew how to direct it and in scenarios like this that was such an ability that worked to her favor. Which was a sentiment that the pilot inside the war machine in front of her was beginning to understand as fear began to set in to their stomach.
A fear that was justified as the amazon’s left hand began to clutch the metal it was digging into as Diana kept pushing back.
“Not today.” Diana spat as she threw all of her strength into her arms— sending the flying war machine sprawling back before going into a spin before colliding with the side of a mountain, but not before the pilot ejected from the machine.
Diana turned to face the Royal Castle of Kaznia and frowned. A trail of smoke and fire was flowing from the ancient structure as the surrounding area was littered with destroyed husks of what were once metal goliaths of war machines from bipedal tanks to attack helicopters. The last one that had assaulted the castle was now crashing down the side of a mountain. Diana may have been late to arrive but she definitely made up for the time Giganta absorbed in two cities over. Still, there was much more to be done. The echoing thunder of automatic gunfire drew Diana’s attention now— this attack on infrastructure would not go unpunished.
“By Athena, this ends now.”
Diana dropped down to the ground outside of the castle’s doors with a hard thud.
There would be no slowing down. Not now. Not when there were innocent lives in danger.
See that's the kind of GM that is nice to hear from! Glad you liked it. I'm working on a post for something else right now, but I saw this alert go up.
@Gowi I think with good reason we're at the "I'll believe it when I see it" stage on this one.
And I think we’re at the “are you targeting me or just being unintentionally abrasive” stage? Like why would you show so much shade at my direction— I have posted more than Roman during the duration and I have been cooperative as well as friendly (outside of one anxiety-fueled bit a while ago). I mean maybe I’m misreading you, but I just feel an air of uncomfort here. Why?
Whatever you reply, I'm going to go to microsoft word and do some writing.
@Gowi Yeah, well many more empty promises and it'll get to the point where I have to insist you step back. So I hope you're good to your word this time. If only because there might be people out there that want to play either Wonder Woman or Carol that might post in a more timely fashion and I think it's fair that they be given the chance to do so in such an instance.
If they have a CS, they can take over.
I mean, I might be a little slow— but I like to think Roman and Wraith have similar pulse with this game as I do. So it’s not really fair to box me as “too inactive” (not a jab at them, both are busy guys). But like I implied above— if we have another Green Arrow situation I won’t oppose it. Like I said, I’m finishing Wonder Woman’s Kaznia bit at the very least.
@GowiMy hopes for the movie have gone back up. At work one of my coworkers saw it and said it was a soild Yay. And I asked big yay? And she said yes. Of course I had to tell another coworker who was bashing the movie to bugger off. He doesn't count because he hasn't seen the movie yet. Just hates it on principle.
I have two friends like that, they abhor Superman without really understanding the character on “principle”.
@Gowi Feel free to step aside if you feel like you have too much on your plate at the moment.
And honestly, I thought BvS was worse than Man of Steel.
Well shit.
As for taking a step back, if I do. I’m finishing this Wonder Woman plot arc. I make promises— I intend to keep them. Plus I have ridiculous writing momentum today. Don’t know when tabletop stuff is supposed to happen tonight but I intend to work on something and get it out the gate before or after the session!
Oh right. Carol & Diana. Whoops. My friend decided I was GMing a RP so I got a bit side-tracked, my apologies to all.
Dawn of Justice is out? Huh, looks like I need to put that into my schedule this weekend somewhere. I don’t have HUGE hopes for it, but I do want it to be at least better than Man of Steel was— does it fit that definition, Mord?
Dawn of Justice is out? Huh, looks like I need to put that into my schedule this weekend somewhere. I don’t have HUGE hopes for it, but I do want it to be at least better than Man of Steel was— does it fit that definition, Mord?
Let's see if I can keep this rhythm. Now off to figure out what to post in New Frontier and Aftermath. Weeeee.
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“It's not the size of the dog in the fight, it's the size of the fight in the dog.”
M A R K T W A I N
T H E T I N I E S T A V E N G E R
T H E T R I S K E L I O N - U N I T E D S T A T E S
Hank dove underneath the energy beams; his feet skidding against the floor.
“I can’t believe you think you can take more of us!”
Had Hank been a normal man he would’ve taken a step back as Hyperion threw a confusion-addled glare at him. But Hank wasn’t normal, and sometimes not very logical in how he went about things— his travels in eastern Europe countries such as Latveria and Symkaria were proof of that. He had gotten into trouble, but mostly good trouble as far as he believed it. He had a trust fund and instead of wasting it away partying in The Hamptons like some of his “silver spoon”-imbedded peers he decided to put it to use proactively. He studied at several universities and became a paramour of a European princess for a brief time. It was a blast. He’d have to write about it in his tell-all book. If he’d ever live to write it.
Though fighting a god was definitely not something that would help with that goal.
Lucky he had thought about this.
Ever since the fight with Elias Weams he had thought about “weams particles” and where that Gigantus suit went wrong. Scientifically he could’ve been (and was) on the way to taking the prototypical theories Hank’s father had discovered and utilized, but there was a snag. There was no proper testing— Weams just jumped into the suit and expected for it to work. All that it did for Elias Weams was drive him insane and end up as his demise. Hank had taken the Gigantus blueprints with an external hard drive and when he wasn’t eating pizza he was trying to expand on it; which was something he could do much more efficiently since A) he was smarter than Weams, and B) he had all of the original research notes the original Ant-Man wrote.
He just never had used them outside of rudimentary tests in upstate New York— away from cameras and people. But this was the chance to see if it would work without prep time.
Hank’s hand went to his wrist, dialing a function— to which is molecules began to vibrate… visibly. As Hyperion turned to deal with Miss America he would realize his mistake when a fist the size of his body slammed into his back.
Hank stopped himself from laughing in glee. The modifications to increase his size to thresholds of up to 20 feet were successful! He wondered if he could modify it so he could make it even greater? Perhaps it was good that the room was only 42 feet tall. Well, maybe later then; he’d have to cross that bridge later.
For now it was time for Gi-Ant Man to defeat a god.
“I can’t believe you think you can take more of us!”
Had Hank been a normal man he would’ve taken a step back as Hyperion threw a confusion-addled glare at him. But Hank wasn’t normal, and sometimes not very logical in how he went about things— his travels in eastern Europe countries such as Latveria and Symkaria were proof of that. He had gotten into trouble, but mostly good trouble as far as he believed it. He had a trust fund and instead of wasting it away partying in The Hamptons like some of his “silver spoon”-imbedded peers he decided to put it to use proactively. He studied at several universities and became a paramour of a European princess for a brief time. It was a blast. He’d have to write about it in his tell-all book. If he’d ever live to write it.
Though fighting a god was definitely not something that would help with that goal.
Lucky he had thought about this.
Ever since the fight with Elias Weams he had thought about “weams particles” and where that Gigantus suit went wrong. Scientifically he could’ve been (and was) on the way to taking the prototypical theories Hank’s father had discovered and utilized, but there was a snag. There was no proper testing— Weams just jumped into the suit and expected for it to work. All that it did for Elias Weams was drive him insane and end up as his demise. Hank had taken the Gigantus blueprints with an external hard drive and when he wasn’t eating pizza he was trying to expand on it; which was something he could do much more efficiently since A) he was smarter than Weams, and B) he had all of the original research notes the original Ant-Man wrote.
He just never had used them outside of rudimentary tests in upstate New York— away from cameras and people. But this was the chance to see if it would work without prep time.
Hank’s hand went to his wrist, dialing a function— to which is molecules began to vibrate… visibly. As Hyperion turned to deal with Miss America he would realize his mistake when a fist the size of his body slammed into his back.
“You’ve got a giant problem now! Get it?”
Hank stopped himself from laughing in glee. The modifications to increase his size to thresholds of up to 20 feet were successful! He wondered if he could modify it so he could make it even greater? Perhaps it was good that the room was only 42 feet tall. Well, maybe later then; he’d have to cross that bridge later.
For now it was time for Gi-Ant Man to defeat a god.
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