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Imagine not knowing about the schenanigans that coding-wizard got into on Iwaku... There's no post formatting that man can't harness for his unholy machinations.
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What do you call a bunch of billionaires at the bottom of the ocean? A good start.
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My girl got a yeast infection. Make bread with that, call it hole grain
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"Jason" is a name from ancient greece that sounds like it was made up in the united states in 1979.
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I have 3 mottos here in life, really.




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Bro Clark needs a hug, fr fr


He's just exited his "punching Meteors and wrestle space snakes for 6 months"-era and is now entering his "Isolating from the universe"-era.
Bro needs a shower and a therapist.

<Snipped quote by Hillan>

Is it really a Thor fight if something doesn't go boom?


True. Sometimes it goes kaboom.

George Perez, Comic Book Artist on ‘Wonder Woman’ and ‘Crisis on Infinite Earths,’ Dies at 67

:(((


oofers.
Hope you all enjoy my first post. Alway happy to hear creative feedback.


I liked the part where he made it go boom.
S U P E R M A N

Issue #1.01
The Cage: Part 1



Three Months Ago


Apollo 26 research site, The Moon


The plains were cold and quiet as they always were, the sun was about to rise over the plains of the once proud sea of Mare Crisium, now it was nothing but empty desert. 40 miles away from the site of the last shuttle to make landfall on the surface - Apollo 26, emblazed proudly with the Lexcorp logo. Inside, the astronauts were working tirelessly trying to chart out the activity they had been seeing on their scanners for the past 5 months. The shuttle had been launched from the earth seven days ago and was now finally set up. Aboard was the proud crew serving under captain Prinshaw, a decorated spacefarer from Minnesota, famous for being the first nation-sponsored human to set foot on Mars three years ago. He didn't much care for diplomacy and politics anymore, though. That's why he took up a private contract with Luthor. Besides, Lionel made him a deal too good to pass up.

With him were several scientists and astronauts, the twelve of them combined had as many Ph.D.'s as a university and several of them had a military background. They were sent here to examine what's been happening on the moon's surface, as they had received readings that made just about no sense, meteor falls fourteen-hundred times higher than nominal readings from previous years as well as increased seismic activity far beyond the projected rates, Moonquakes with far higher intensity than normal. Something was happening on the moon, and while the rest of the world had been occupied with figuring out what was going on further out in the solar system with the knowledge of aliens revealed to humanity, Prinshaw and his crew were dedicated to making sure earth' closest neighbor stayed intact.

Prinshaw was working on some papers inside of his quarters when the biochemist McGaff walked in, tablet in hand.
"Yo, boss." He began and Prinshaw barely looked up from his papers.
"There's something on the scanner. Something weird. I was looking for reactions to the lunar flowers NASA planted last time they were here - y'know, ones that don't need water to grow? And they've seen massive development. Or at least they had till about four hours ago." This made Jake Prinshaw look up from his papers.
"Four hours ago?"
"Yeah. The 14 kilometers of flowerbeds are just gone. Torn out of the soil."

A notification sound dinged on his tablet and McGaff's eyes widened. "Uhhhh... You seeing that?" He asked and Prinshaw glanced at his computer before getting a shocked expression on his face.

"Shit."

He and McGaff made their way to the bridge of the docked station.
"Crew, this is Prinshaw speaking. We have to get the hell out of here. A Level 9 moonquake is coming out way. This station is only simulated to hold against a level 8. Everyone, move to bracing zones as we make preparations to evacuate." He announced over the P.A System. Everyone on the station scurried, orderly yet quickly. Everyone knew exactly what was important and what wasn't, packing and placing objects in safe containers that could hold even if the station was destroyed - if the station was destroyed the research would be retrieved by Lexcorp robots to ensure that their work wasn't lost.

Prinshaw made his way to the bracing zone, which was essentially a set of bunkers built to handle this sort of thing, which was when the third shocking revelation about the moonquakes occurred. The readings were abnormal even for a level 9 moonquake. There had only been four others recorded in the 60 years humans had kept a record of these things - but this one was completely different than any of them. They had all come from death within the moon, this one was only 10 or so meters within the crust of the soil, and it was getting more and more shallow.

"What the fuck" Prinshaw suggested, as the scanners now would pick up exactly where the quake was coming from, their eastern side, from the Harbinger Mountains. He opened up the camera feed and he could see a shape moving. This wasn't a moonquake exactly. It was an attack.
"Grims! Get me a visual at the western side, towards the mountains. X4 Cameras, gogo!" He shouted, Grims sprung into action, manning the tech station inside of the reinforced bunker, she rerouted the access from the main tech station above to this one, allowing them full access to the superior cameras on the particular side of the station.

"Holy mother of god" she exclaimed, hand in front of her face. Her colleagues all gathered around, Prinshaw already knew, and feared, what was on it, he only needed confirmation from everyone else's reaction. A Moonworm.

"How did we wake it up?" McGaff asked, and Prinshaw wasn't sure.
"Our scanners shouldn't have been able to piss it off right?" McGaff continued
Epkins, geologist chipped in. He spoke sternly, as he always did.

"The meteors may have angered it, meteors cause smaller moonquakes, 3's and 4's when they impact the lunar surface. With this kind of frequency, it's as if someone was poking at you with a needle while you're asleep."
"We've never even seen a moonworm of this size. Perhaps it's older or of higher status than the others..." McGaff spoke up.
"You think the worms have a queen?" Grims questioned, a little bit of surprise in her voice.

"Everyone, we execute protocol eleven-forty-five. God bless us all." Prinshaw commanded interrupting their talk, pressing the button to his side with his fingertip, revealing each of their spacesuits for them.

Being rational men and women of science, they all looked at each other and continued putting on their spacesuits. The station was doomed, and the bunker might sustain a single attack of the moonworm of this size, but they would each have to navigate with their tech suits to get to any of the other stations on the moon to survive. The chance of survival for any of them was low.

Grims continued watching the camera as the moonworm got closer, now coming into view. Its grotesque visage made her stomach churn, it was as twice the size of the space station, and three times as high, effectively two football fields coming at them. But, as she put on her helmet she noticed something else. The sun was creeping ever closer to them, rising behind them and shining light towards the path of the worm, and in that light, she saw a figure. Her eyes lit up with confusion

"Captain... You should see this." She spoke and Prinshaw glanced over, securing his fellow astronauts' gear.
"Is that-"
"Yeah... It's a person. On the moon... In a hoodie" Zooming in, the picture was hard to decipher much, except that it was a man with a hood pulled up over his face. And something was in his hand. The worm was rising from the lunar dust ready to attack the station, ten meters ahead of the station stood the man, staring it down, putting the object in his hand to his face.
"He- He's drinking coffee I think" Prinshaw was utterly shocked.

The worm jumped out of the dust and leaped at them and in an instant, the man formed a fist and leaped into the air, meeting the worm. An explosion of kinetic force rocked the station as dust blew up all around them and they all felt the quake, shaking the entire station. Nobody could tell what happened after it, except that the worm got a hole through half of its head, killing it instantly and the man had vanished, saving the station.




I'm trying to run away from my own feet
If I don't touch the ground
There's not a soul on earth that could track me down
Searching for respite from the coward that I've become
Why does running away
Feel so much like a cage?


Shortly thereafter

Smallville, Kansas.


"178 days I've been gone. Almost six months. I'm sorry for not visiting sooner." Clark spoke, wearing the same hoodie, the blackness had turned to gray, almost white from the dust and solar radiation. He stood at graves. It was a couple's grave he was standing in front of. One of them read.

HERE LIES CLARK JOSEPH KENT
BELOVED SON & FRIEND TO ALL


Something about reading your own headstone never sits right. Perhaps it's a human instinct. Even though Clark could see every atom making up the stone, each imperfection in the carving, he still couldn't believe it. He focused back at the headstone not his own.
He couldn't read her name, his eyes welled up as his head hung low.

"I am so sorry. I thought I would feel better if I got to get out all of this anger. I've fought anything I could get my hands on. I thought if I got stronger, I would feel better knowing that I'd be strong enough to save you." He gritted his teeth and his fist was clenched, the ground cracking under his feet. Six months ago when he left earth he had to exert himself massively to fight one of the moonworms. Now, after all of the solar energy he absorbed while spending months in space, he could defeat their queen in a single hit. But this knowledge didn't make him feel better. It only made him feel worse.

"The world thinks I am dead. Perhaps it's better that way. I need time. To allow myself to feel anything but anger. It's not what you wanted, and I am truly sorry for letting you down again, my love. But I can't be the hero people need me to be. I can't shoulder that burden."
He hunched down and opened up a small metal box he took out of his pocket, in it he put his engagement ring and then jammed his hand deep into the earth leaving the case there. Covering up the hole he had made before he stood up. Looking once more at the gravestone in front of him, tears rolled down his face as the ground vanished below him as he ascended to the skies.

& HIS WIFE TO BE
BELOVED SISTER, DAUGHTER & FRIEND
LANA ELIZABETH LANG


C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T P R O P O S A L
THE DEATH OF...
S U P E R M A N


Clark Joseph Kent
Kal-El Of Krypton
Metropolis / North Pole
C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T:


"The only way to change the world is to quit thinking it’s a job for Superman. Real power lies in your own hands."

Five years ago, crisis struck and a force of the earths' mightiest heroes came together, out of the shadows, the oceans and the sky to save humanity from cataclysm. That force was lead by a survivor of a dead race who grew up amongst the humans, Superman. Dubbed the greatest hero among them, Superman brought truth, peace and justice wherever his red cape touched. But tragedy struck, the kind even the greatest among us can't prevent.
Clark lost what mattered most to him. Crippled from the same battle, Clark had to face a world of grief in a way he had never done before. While the kryptonite was out of his body and his spine had healed, his spirit was still broken. He left the cape behind and retreated into solitude.
New dangers are on the horizon and the world will once more cry out for the last sovereign son of Krypton.


P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ):

Ultimately, I love Superman and I've always wanted to put my own touch on him. I'm not aiming for a whacky reimagining of the character, but simply aiming to explore what the most overbearing human emotion - grief - would do to the strongest mortal in the universe. To not just loathe in self-pity, I want to explore how he, like all of us can overcome and thrive.

Superman may be dead, this is the story of how he regains hope and comes back to life.


S A M P L E P O S T:

"Y'know, my dad always told me that I could achieve anything, as long as I put my heart into it and worked hard. The sky's the limit, he would say. I'm starting to think that maybe... He was wrong. I don't think the sky's where it stops. Not for any of us." The black haired man said, chewing lightly on a pencil, trying to think of a way to solve the riddle presented to him on the paper in his hand. He scratched the back of his head, pushing his glasses back up when he grabbed the pen from his mouth again.

"Crossword giving you problem, Smallville?" his brown-haired coworker mocked from the other side of the lunch room. Well, coworker, she was Lois Lane and she was technically his boss. Or at least higher up in the food chain than him. The way she had explained it to him on his first day here, two weeks ago was Lois was a dolphin, Perry White was a great blue whale, and Clark... Well, Clark was a guppy.

"Yeah, it's a real tough one today." Clark murmured, having just filled in 'Sky'.

"Try 'Ahab' That usually does it." Lois added, grabbing her lunch from the fridge, the salad box that said 'Olsen' on it. Clark shook his head. "I don't think Ahab was the 22nd President of the United States". Lois raised her eyebrow. "It's Grover, man."
"Cleaveland. Like the state. C-L-E-A-V-E-L-A-N-D" Lois spelled it for him and he couldn't help but to snicker a little about it. "That's not how you spe-" He was interrupted by Lois walking past him, back to her desk to eat her lunch. She was always working after all. "Good talk, miss Lane." Clark concluded, returning to his crossword.

A few minutes later, Jimmy Olsen, the up and coming hotshoot photographer for the paper walked into the room, looking for his lunch. It was gone. He let out a loud groan. Clark picked up sirens thanks to his extraordinary hearing, and if there was one thing to know about Mr.Kent, was that he tried to be where the sirens were.

He put down the crossword and turned to Jimmy. "Hey, Jimmy! I'm just about to do a coffee run for Mr.White, I'll grab you a sandwich from McLarens while I'm out. Meatball sub, right?" Jimmy nodded. "Yeah, extra marinara, thanks Clark!" Clark smiled, walking towards the exit, taking the stairs in favor of the elevator, the sirens moving past him now. Once he knew nobody could see him in the staircase, he ran towards the roof, instead of towards the lobby. Once he emerged onto the roof he took off his glasses and dress shirt revealing the world famous red S underneath.


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

THE CAGE:
ISSUE 1.01: The Cage Part 1
@Hillan and @Roman are the World's Finest.


Now you're just flirting with me
C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T P R O P O S A L
THE DEATH OF...
S U P E R M A N


Clark Joseph Kent
Kal-El Of Krypton
Metropolis
C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T:


"The only way to change the world is to quit thinking it’s a job for Superman. Real power lies in your own hands."

Five years ago, crisis struck and a force of the earths' mightiest heroes came together, out of the shadows, the oceans and the sky to save humanity from cataclysm. That force was lead by a survivor of a dead race who grew up amongst the humans, Superman. Dubbed the greatest hero among them, Superman brought truth, peace and justice wherever his red cape touched. But tragedy struck, the kind even the greatest among us can't prevent.
Clark lost what mattered most to him. Crippled from the same battle, Clark had to face a world of grief in a way he had never done before. While the kryptonite was out of his body and his spine had healed, his spirit was still broken. He left the cape behind and retreated into solitude.
New dangers are on the horizon and the world will once more cry out for the last sovereign son of Krypton.


P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ):

Ultimately, I love Superman and I've always wanted to put my own touch on him. I'm not aiming for a whacky reimagining of the character, but simply aiming to explore what the most overbearing human emotion - grief - would do to the strongest mortal in the universe. To not just loathe in self-pity, I want to explore how he, like all of us can overcome and thrive.

Superman may be dead, this is the story of how he regains hope and comes back to life.

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

Pending feedback from our fearless GM, I present to you the first draft of my character.

He be rootin' he be arrow-shootin' he be traumatized by race war, he's -



It's worth noting that I haven't read the books, only watched a couple of episodes of the TV-show, but everyone else's sheet was a huge help in figuring out the vibe I should pursue, so amazing job on that front guys!

I took some liberties with expanding upon the lore of our acorn-snacking friends, leaning heavily into more traditional wood/dark-elf relations, but I also didn't feel like it was worth it to write an entire bible on tragic history of race war.

Hopefully my rather outside perspective on Redwall will be more of an aid than a hindrance in this game. If anyone else but Wraith has any comments or feedback they'd like to give, I welcome it with open arms.

And yes, I know writers who use spellcheck on their first drafts. They're all cowards.

E K O R R N E L I U S
E K O R R N E L I U S

"I've got a pinecone for every last one of them"
C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T
C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T
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C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y
C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y
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Ekorrnelius "Ekko" Poxborn
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Six Seasons | | Red Squirrel
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Engaged | Forage

P H Y S I C A L P R O F I L E
P H Y S I C A L P R O F I L E
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C H A R A C T E R N O T E S
C H A R A C T E R N O T E S
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C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T
C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T
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It's impossible to tell the story of the Squirrel Ekorrnelius without talking about his parents, his mother Greta The Red and his father Malley O' Grey. What people outside of the squirrel tribes don't know is that there's a great deal of tension between the grey and red squirrels, away from the abbey they squander and fight among themselves and rarely manage to live harmoniously. The greys outnumber the reds, three to one in general population which forces the reds to move habitats when a tribe of grey squirrels move in, the greys tend to keep to themselves which is why we're all far more familiar with red squirrels as the members of many fellowships in tales. Greta was a member of a red tribe, a proud daughter to the tribe's spiritual leader. It was after the battle at Birch Oak hill, far to the east of Redwall Abbey that Greta med Malley Koll, a grey elf who had fought against the vermin who had attacked his tribe. Malley was one of few survivors holding onto his life while hiding in a pile of bodies in the mud. Unlike most of his peers, Malley was absolutely worthless with a bow, opting to fight with spear and sword instead.

Mallley was nursed back to health by Greta and it was apparent their relationship was blooming. Such a relationship was seen as highly taboo among their peers which is why their relationship remained secret. Soon they sired a child and their relationship could no longer be held secret. Ekko's grandfather shunned his daughter, but allowed her to stay in the village, and thus Malley came to live with her. When Ekko was half a season old, his mother fell ill. She had contracted the highly contagious squirrelpox. Greta was soon blinded by the pox as it took root in her son, and soon most of the village of Rootstam was blinded, starving and perishing one by one by the pox. See, it isn't just because the Greys are bigger and stronger than the reds that they are overwhelming them in numbers, but also because they are asymptomatic carriers of the squirrelpox gene, in squirrel folk-lore, it is believed the red and greys were once one species but a curse was put upon them, creating the pox and stripping the greys of their red color. The greys, naturally have a altered take on the tale.

Malley quickly escaped the village once he found out that he had given them the pox and has not been seen by another red squirrel since. Ekorrnelius survived the pox without blindness or any permanent effects, sans a few scars on his skin largely because of his mixed heritage. He was shunned by his peers for his father's curse, named Poxborn and exiled from ever living in a red squirrel tribe again. That is how he found his way to redwall where they clergy accepted him with open arms.

In a sense, Ekorrnelius is exactly what you would expect from a young red squirrel. A defender of nature, protector of those who cannot protect themselves, a masterful climber and naturally gifted with a bow. Knows the woods like the back of his hand and can identify just about any fauna on sight or smell alone. He's just entered his young adult phase and with it comes new responsibilities and a desire to shed his past full of grief.

In the abbey, he forages food that they cannot grow themselves, as such it is not uncommon to see the rather large squirrel come carrying large mushrooms or wild berries in droves. He also makes it a point to scout for potential attacks while honing his archery - a task nobody has ever asked him to perform but some of the gatekeeper and other guard personell are thankful for.

D E T A I L E D A P P E A R A N C E
D E T A I L E D A P P E A R A N C E
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For a seemingly red squirrel, Ekko stands taller than his peers, a few inches taller than any of the biggest red squirrels, yet smaller than any grey squirrels - not that he's met any since he was a kitten - he's incredibly athletic and lean. His tail is fluffy and messy as is the rest of his fur, being well-groomed has never been a priority for him. When he arrived at the abbey as a young boy, the other children sometimes teased him for being stinky, the teasing never stuck enough for him to change his grooming habits.

Beyond bodily size, his eyes are calmly grey and carry a fire within them. Ekko is driven, energetic and deeply empathic to other people's plights, sometimes he prefers to hide it behind a rash surface and stiff body language, yet his true self always cracks through the surface. The squirrel is never seen without his bow and quiver. His clothes are torn, stitched up by himself- some holes were too big for him to patch so he asked one of the maidens at the abbey for help - usually rather dirty and a poor fit as they haven't kept up with his recent growth spurt.

P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S )
P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S )
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Goals:
Protect those weaker then him - a goal of just about all red squirrels

Become the greatest bowsquirrel to have lived

Learn more about the conflict between his two heritages

Get accepted back into the red tribes

Find his father

Plotlines:

Archery Contest - Ekko signs up for a friendly competition at Redwall that spirals out of control when he forms a rivalry with a pure blooded red squirrel.

Steal From the Rich Give To The Poor -
A Rich noblemen parades around the forest, abusing his power and position to bully the farmers and peasents around Redwall, Ekko plans a heist.

I am no Lionheart -
Ekko comes to terms with his paternal affinity for swordplay.

The Grey Knight -
He finds out tracks that could lead him to finding Malley and maybe finding answers to putting all of his grief and shame behind him.

I think I'm going to join, I'll be creating a hare character, wot. What's my deadline again please?


Hare frens!

I'mma slam out my sheet.
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