Gowi

Gowi's Prebuilding Workshop

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Inspired by Twin Peaks, I Know What You Did Last Summer, and pretty much every slasher movie known to mankind. Into the Woods: The Disappearance of Emily Brandt takes place in a very old Midwestern town with a lot of secrets and one of them has come back to literally haunt a group of teenaged kids during the summer of XXXX. The idea is to have things appear mundane and normal with the selective group of friends as they go about their lives up until the point they are targeted which honestly won’t be for a good bit as I believe building the dynamic of the characters to be more important than turning this into Scream as soon as the opening credits roll.

For those worrying about the definiteness of a slasher scenario they need not be worried completely, as the attacker could easily be injured, killed, or arrested depending on game continuity events that the players effect. Though be realistic to your characters (lack of) experience and abilities as it isn’t a whole lot of fun for the narrative for the killer to be shot down from the heat the school jock suddenly was packing. I trust my players, so trust me. I’ll be dedicating very loose roles for the “friends group” per ce but otherwise the only requirement is to follow the CS expectations and to have fun writing a rural coming-of-age story about surviving a serial killer.

Mayor Jonathan Barker

Detective Bernard Jones

Richard “Chevy” Chevroski

TBD

The Order Saga: The Mind's Eye

POV: Grifor Lathil // Lathilos
_{Dhadan Forest, County of Dunric}

“Marlowe.” The words were cold and bitter. It was always Marlowe, no matter what mission he was assigned he always reared his naive head. He was sick and tired of his interference in his activities— it was time they were put to an end.

“The lady is in the middle of a conversation, but if you and your girlfriend want to tangle then I will be more than happy to oblige.”

The older orderling snapped his hands across his back, a loud ‘thunk’ colliding as a metal warhammer met with the brush covered trail below— the sound of a grumble leaving his lips as his brows narrowed as he looked in the direction of his enemy. The intensity of the two men were sure to scare the girl even more than it already had and given the sniper was already concerned with looking out for Marlowe’s supposed companion if she was going to run this would’ve been the moment to do it. But it was still a dangerous prospect nonetheless.

Marlowe smirked, “Sorry guys, but i'm on a solo walk tonight. But I think I can tango with the two of you by myself.”

“He’s lying.”

His companion’s voice was evident, but he didn’t care in the slightest. He already knew that fact; he could sense her.

“I know.” The larger man grumbled as his hand clenched the handle of the hammer as he charged Marlowe before swinging the hammer down blindingly fast just as the sound of Jacques' voice screeched out in profane slurs to draw out their unseen second enemy. Grifor remembered her tactics well from the previous year and he knew she'd appear soon enough to blindside his partner while he was preoccupied with her boyfriend.

“You haven’t beat me yet. You won’t.”

In all of the countless times he had squared off with Marlowe there had been no victor in Marlowe’s favor— his bones had been broken by his hammer on so many occasions, and if not for Marlowe’s ridiculous abilities he would not even be breathing in the present. Marlowe was an unskilled punk with no talent for fighting while he was a veteran of several conflicts and a well-tested royal guard who had more combat experience than Marlowe could even dream of. Even with Marlowe’s more competent girlfriend at his side or his Kata “buddy” he was confident he could take him.

Not today. Not ever.

The Order Saga: The Mind's Eye

POV: Grifor Lathil // Lathilos
_{Dhadan Forest, County of Dunric}

The older man let out a heavy sigh when he had seen the young girl take off when she saw them, and he let out another when she cried out in fear. Grifor knew fear was a valid weapon and tool, but he had not committed to hurting anybody when he stepped in the township but still she viewed him as an enemy from the onset and was utterly terrified. Right as she did so he had heard the click of his companion’s rifle and had he not pushed the metal down on instinct the girl would’ve had a hole in her torso.

He knew the marksman he had been paired with was bloodthirsty and immoral but he didn’t think he’d jump to drawing his rifle in the middle of the town when their mission was different than the ones they had been assigned before; they were not dealing with Marlowe but bringing someone new into their midst. Perhaps it was his age showing but he just couldn’t believe what he was doing was wrong and despite all of what Grifor had been tasked to do before he did not see himself as an assassin or executioner; he was not that, he could never be that. After what he had been told they had to be just in their cause and nothing else. If he was wrong there would be a burden placed upon his soul that could never be forgiven.

“Hey little girl! Where are you going?” He could hear Jacques voice chasing off— the perversion of his bloodlust very so apparent.

Damn it all.

He looked over to the female member of his squad. “Shiara— stick to the shadows, be quiet. You know the secondary plan.”

“Noted.”

He looked back to the townsfolk beside him and gave a sorrowful nod. “My apologies, I will return here to amend my companion’s behavior later. Excuse my absence, but I must be going.”

The older man held out his hand as he surged with cosmic energy and in a flash of purples and blues he had vanished before the townsfolk— in but a second later he re-materialized behind the girl as his companion had come closer to her with rifle in hand. There was a frown on Grifor's face as he spoke out as the girl tried to sputter away from Jacques.

“We are not here to hurt you, Ms. Weaver.”

Jacques rolled his eyes but he didn’t say a word as a retort, he did not exactly want to piss off the senior member of their little mission; especially when that senior member wielded a warhammer.

Justice League: Legacy

Team 1 ♦ Shibuya Crossing ♦ Tokyo, Japan

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“Hahaha!”

Just like he had predicted.

Static let out a few simple chuckles before he shook his head in the ridiculousness of the former Boy Wonder’s quips as his hands became energized in a vibrant display of electrical energy. Joke-after-Joke. It was like being back with the Titans again— probably his most prominent point in his life, though he was hardly a sit in member due to his responsibilities back in Dakota City and the time constraints being a hero in several places at once. But his cape-wearing friends always understood and that made a difference from the guys he used to hang around with in Dakota. Despite having a whole lot of responsibility, Static wouldn’t have preferred it any other way. Had he not got gassed all those years ago he would probably be dealing drugs on some street corner or kicking down some guys door because he decided to snitch on the gangs— in some alternate universe he would be on a BET special about the hood of Dakota or going the way of Jay-Z.

Actually that last one didn’t seem too bad.

Static flung some electricity out as Nightwing jumped around the rooftops and streets like a monkey on some kind of drugs Virgil wasn’t sure existed— but he had always moved like that. Static didn’t know how people without powers could even do what they did without flinching. That kind of courage and gall wasn’t even in his zip-code. But then again, Nightwing was from New Jersey and he was from Indiana so it was obvious that they had different zip-code’s as a rule.

"I seem to have an unwanted pest, care to zap it for me?"

“Yeah man, let’s make this a good one for the bloopers reel!”

Virgil’s lips curled and formed a wide grin as he pushed his hands together before throwing them out towards the incoming enemy.

zzzzZZZZZKKKTTT!!!!

“SHAKA BAM!”

Justice League: Legacy

Make it seem like you were all joking around then, because I've seen OOC chats get hectic and crazy with verbal assaults and abuse. If you have problems, take it to the PMs.

@FantasyChic

It was evident.

Time to get a little serious instead of friendly bickering— you aren’t a co-GM nor a member of administrative staff so just like I have no say to harass people (which I wasn't) you have no say to tell people how to behave. If I had legitimate problems I wouldn’t be stating them in jokish manner and if they were real concerns I would’ve PM’d (no actually, I would’ve SKYPE’d) Sam about it from the onset. So unless you want the OOC to be lifeless and have more friction— which I suspect not since your intent is not to deal with a flamewar— it’s probably best if you let folks relax, have some light ribbing and bickering, and enjoy themselves.

If you have a problem with me message Sam or myself about it instead of doing this whole "let's be REAL adults!" tirade. Also BTW: Facepunch is one of my friends and he is obviously mature enough to understand I wasn't being serious.

Now like I said, I’m going to work on a post.

Justice League: Legacy

@Gowi Doesn't mean you need to perpetuate that. Or anyone for that matter.

@FantasyChic

Relax, friendo. It's nothing serious; all tongue in cheek. Maybe ass cheek. Would explain why I feel awkward right now.

Justice League: Legacy

Or you can all stop acting like little kids and be grown ups. No? Too much? Well I tried.

@FantasyChic

As an individual who knows many grown ass men and women... I've seen far worse. Way worse. I could tell you stories.

Justice League: Legacy

Ya'll so passive aggressive.

Experience tranquility.

@FacePunch

I can be directly aggressive if you prefer. =)

Nah, I'll just work on a reply to Wraith.

Justice League: Legacy

Oh, cool. Condescending retorts are now jokes! How new!

Justice League: Legacy

Kate McKinnon

Basically the only reason to watch it.