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They call it science "fiction" when there are currently more planets inhabited by robots than planets inhabited by humans.
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"Writing about magic is harder than writing about spies because you’re dealing with something that doesn’t really exist."
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If you're ever lonely, dim all the lights and put on a horror movie. After a while, it won’t feel like you're alone anymore. Problem solved.
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HITMAN

"𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚊 𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎. 𝙰𝚗 𝚎𝚗𝚍. 𝚈𝚎𝚜... 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎. 𝙸𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛, 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚋𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚎. 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝. 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑."

Who I Am

Longtime RPer that has not RPed in a hot second. Pondering a return from a self-imposed exile.


Where I Am


Currently Running
Nothing at the moment, but maybe keep an eye out.

Currently Participating
n/a. Maybe it'll change? ;)

Honors

"He's a two-faced bastard of a GM."


"He's American. Enough said"


"He abuses us with lenny faces"

Comment: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

"He hates the gays"


"Wait, since you're a hitman, can't you just scan the bar code on the back of your head and just bring your post back?"


"I have never met a more horrible, selfish, ungrateful human than Hitman. I wish I didn't have to live inside his body 24/7 for the rest of my pathetic, meaningless existence."

老吾老,以及人之老;幼吾幼,以及人之幼

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"Well, the lion will be still when it's dead," Blake said with clear confidence as he fired two streams of fire at the beast, causing it to roar and fall back as Blake continued to blast it, the lion caught off-guard by his sudden attack. "Firebird has got this under control!" he shouted to basically nobody in particular as he continued to send the direct pulses of fire onto the lion, the creature pinned to the ground by the beams of flames. Blake grinned madly as the creature, badly injured from the fires, keeled back, collapsing onto the pavement.

"Easy-peasy, lemon squeezy," Blake said with a confident grin as he stretched, examining the dead lion. "Go take your snipping now, Professor Shadowman. No real fighting required." He seemed quite happy with himself as he pried a stray needle from his neck. How did that get there, anyway? Ah well, no matter. Blake had won, and that's what was important here.

@KaijuBaragon @Ryteb Pymeroce





A Reflection


"Sir, I don't think you fully understand the situation-"

"Quiet down, Hugo."

Two men were standing in the Director's Office that day. One of them, standing on front of the desk, was a familiar tall, dark-skinned, bald-headed man with a wide-shouldered, robust, and very brawny build- Hugo Powers. He was wearing normal Hugo Powers attire, a forest-green jacket and trousers, with a pair of goggles hanging over his neck. Though he seemed younger then- maybe in his thirties, perhaps- he still had that same, battle-worn expression on his face, and his tense, readied figure and steely eyes corroborated that. On his chest was pinned a fancy golden lapel.

The other man, sitting down at the Director's desk, was a slightly older man with well-kept silver hair and warmer features. He had cornflower blue eyes and was dressed in a white, button-down shirt, a blazer, a pair of jeans, and loafers- a strange mix to be sure, but one that offered the best of both worlds, with a blend of professional wit and resolution along with casual simplicity and receptiveness. He had lighter skin and, though he was older physically, he seemed younger mentally. He had a joyful, loose look to him and a wide smile plastered on his face.

"Sir, with all due respect, I think you're not taking this situation seriously enough," Hugo said sternly, with the first 5 words of his sentence clearly forced out. He seemed quite cross at something, and was frustrated as well, that much was clear as day.

"I've taken this situation plenty seriously. I've consulted with the authorities, I've contacted the repair teams, I've arranged for a meeting with the individuals in quesiton-"

"Again, sir, I still don't think this is serious enough. They destroyed a whole apartment building! The fire department had to haul people out!"

"And we've already moved to re-compensate the individuals, we're moving them to new apartments, and we've already-"

Hugo made a braying noise, much like that a donkey would make when attacked by a fly. "Sir, these people are supposed to be heroes! But the damage they've caused is immense! All to take down one villain!"

"They did take down that one villain, Hugo. Professional Proximo is currently being transferred to Coldwater for detention as we speak."

Hugo grew increasingly annoyed as this suave individual kept talking. "By not punishing these individuals more harshly we are setting a bad example for the entire organization! The news media is going to have a field day about this!"

The older director chuckled. "Firstly, the news media could mean less than nothing to me. But I'd like to hear your input. What type of punishment would you administer these people if you were sitting in this chair?"

"They'd be fired. Suspended, at the very least."

"That seems a bit silly to me. What good would they do to the Organization suspended, or fired?"

"It would be a sign to the rest of the heroes to get their sh-"

The director quickly shushed the man. "Let me show you a photo," the older man said as he took a photo from his desk and showed it to Powers. It depicted a group of young heroes, perhaps in their early 20s or even their late teens, all posing together for the camera. "What do you see here, Hugo?"

"Group of heroes."

"You're not wrong. They are a group of heroes. Bonfire, Wildebeest, Clock Man, Electric Whiz, and Galactic Gargoyle. But what's more important is that they're young human beings that are trying to do the right thing. Do they make mistakes? Of course! Are they perfect? Hell no! Are they the most accountable, reliable heroes? No! But you know what I can tell you about each of these individuals?"

"They do more than a billion dollars of property damage annually?"

"No. What I can tell you with absolute certainty is that each of these people have hearts. They have massive hearts. Sometimes it needs to be coaxed out, and sometimes their hearts are a little too big for them to see what they're doing, but they all have hearts. You have a heart. I have a heart. And a lot of these heroes you want to suspend or fire have hearts too." The man smiled brightly, a profound look on his calm face. "Someday, you're going to be behind this desk, Hugo, and I hope you realize that while you can train precision and you can train damage control and power and all that, you can't train having a heart. You're born with a passion for doing the right thing. And through the thick and the thin, that passion lives on."

Hugo nodded slowly, still a bit irate but subdued significantly. "I understand, Director Hart."

"Good. Glad you can see what I'm seeing what it comes to heroism. Hopefully you can take this to Hart...haha....take this to heart just a little bit when you end up in this chair, behind this desk. Now, I do have something more important I wanted to talk about."

"What is it, Director?" Hugo asked, his seriousness returning to his features, the pensiveness that was previously there vanishing once more and replaced by his usual cold stare. Even the other man seemed to get a bit more serious himself as he procured a manila file from his desk.

"Zero."

"Should've known. What about them?"

"I have gathered some information on them that I think will be essential. Take a look here."


[ TRANSMISSION END. ]

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"Sample, huh?" Blake said as the Shadow Man descended to join them. Blake wasn't sure how or why Zane got there, but now he was asking them to collect a sample of this new creature for analysis or something? Well, first off, Blake wasn't sure what gave The Babadook over here permission to tell him and Tom what to do, and second off, Blake did not enjoy having to collect samples, because that meant he had to hold back in order to avoid absolutely obliterating whatever he was up against. Still, Blake did have to admit that Shadow Spectrometer or whatever his name was had a point here. That lion thing was not a normal Ambleweed, and Blake did not know what else it could be if it was not a normal Ambleweed. Furthermore, after Tom decided to take the deal, it would look quite stupid for Blake to be like, "uh-huh" and not do it.

"Alright, Shady Speckle, we'll get you your sample," Blake said as the plant lion bounded quite near them. He could see now it was definitely made of plants, but the way that its figure was sculpted and almost designed, unlike the disorderly, haphazard build of Ambleweeds, clearly made it stand out. The lion made one last leap forwards and then gave a loud roar. Blake began to accumulate flames around his hands. "Alright, if you can yank it- OH LORD!"

The lion, with a flick of its mane, send a rain of sharp needles flying down on the three of them. Instinctively, Blake jumped in front of Tom and released a wide barrage of fire, turning all the needles flying towards them into ash. Blake did not bother consulting Zane on this one- he was a big ol' shadow man, he could figure it out. "You're welcome," he added with a wink to Tom before returning his attention to the mutant plant beast that they were supposed to be fighting, which seemed to be prawling across the rooftops for some odd reason.

After a few moments atop the rooftop, lingering, the lion then leaped down, landing on the ground softly, and gave another roar which somehow felt even louder with the lion close by. Blake lifted his arms defensively as the lion seemed to prepare its next attack- something Ambleweeds sure as hell did not do. "Any ideas on how to get this thing to stay down? he shouted out as he began to heat up again, ready to fight this beast to submission. Even if it wasn't an Ambleweed, it was a plant, and plants, as a rule of thumb, did not like fire. And wouldn'tcha know it, Blake had a lot of that up his sleeve, and a lot of that ready to go.

@KaijuBaragon @Ryteb Pymeroce

@HitmanRP status is full Do I still get to submit a CS? -gonna cry-


I've seen you lurking around lol, sure, go ahead
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Sure.

Shall I post the upgraded character sheet or just notify when the original is edited?


Eh, you should be good to move it over whenever you're done editing.
@Hitmancurrently on mobile. Will slap an A- on the tank and move him as soon as I can.


Whatever thou wish is.
<Snipped quote by Hitman>

Thank you

And as promised, here's the Hero



Seems pretty good, if you could elaborate a little more on this power armor that would be great.



Seems like a great character that Blake would hate, move him on over! In response to your Discord question, I think your rank is perfect.



just gonna pop this guy here


Sounds evil. Seems cool. Cool.


"Understood," Blake said with a nod as Tom split them up while moving to the left side of the road. Blake sized up the right side of the road, which looked exactly the same- a bunch of big dumb plants lingering around and causing damage. Well, not for long, that was for sure. Blake lifted both his hands and focused, flames beginning to swirl around his hands as the Ambleweeds progressed towards him, sensing a new target. As they closed in, Blake focused once again and sent two pillars of fire spewing forwards, towards the Ambleweeds.

The fire cleanly cut through the Ambleweeds like a knife through butter, the heat melting the flora quickly and effectively, leaving very little to no mess except for the fire itself. Smiling, Blake pressed forwards, flames still spewing from his hands and blasting down all that stood in his path. At the moment, luckily, 'all that stood in his path' was mostly weeds, so Blake continued using his dual streams of flames to chop down them down with ease. So far, so good.



Meanwhile, not too far away...


"Isn't this wonderful, Tulip?"

Atop a large apartment complex in New Athens, at an apartment balcony overseeing the city, an old lady, perhaps in her late 60s or even 70s, stood there, watching the city with joy. At her side was a small potted plant, albeit not a normal potted plant- it was a Urtica dioica, more commonly known as the "stinging nettle," a small green plant that is covered with needles of formic acid that cause a burning sensation and rash on contact. Most normal old ladies did not laugh at seeing the city get destroyed by living plants nor did they keep toxic plants in their house and speak to it like it was alive, but then again, Willow Fern Gardener was not an ordinary old lady. She was the Greenhouse, and she believed it was high time that the plants retake control of the city. "Just like in the olden days," she would often whisper to her potted plants. But now it was no longer time for whispering. It was time for action.

By this point, the entire apartment building was covered in heavy vines that wrapped around the complex and ensnared all the unfortunate residents inside. The building was no longer an apartment building, though- it was a factory, a factory for all the Ambleweeds that were now flooding the city.

First, it was a matter of simply getting tons of plants, something that had taken years to do. She had used her pension money and some extra loaned from [ UNKNOWN SOURCES ] to rent several apartment spaces in her building just for plant storage. Then, it was simple enough to use a couple seeds and rob a biochemical engineering facility in Watervale and take some of the chemicals she needed. After that, just sprinkle a little "magic juice" and use a little bit of her powers and voila, an army of plants ready to destroy the concrete jungle and bring back the real jungle. It was almost too perfect of a plan.

Until, of course, these pesky heroes had to show up. Greenhouse hoped that they would have simply been like everybody else and just hid and let the plants take over, but of course they had to try and fight off what was their impending doom. She sighed and turned to the other side of her balcony, where a long purple flower on a vine slipped onto the platform like a snake would up a tree.

"Let's take a good luck here, then, Copernica," Greenhouse said as the purple flower blossomed open, revealing a small TV screen. While Greenhouse liked to resort as much as possible to using her plants to achieve her means, she did find a couple technological innovations effective for the time being. One of them was using a camera system to keep an eye on all those pesky heroes across the city. It was a simple matter to plant a bunch of normal flowers like tulips, daisies, and more across all of New Athens, all of them with a fish eye lens attached in the center. Greenhouse removed a remote control from her apron and began to flick through channels.

Most of them showed what she liked- civilians running and screaming as her plant army descended upon them. Good, good. One that concerned her a bit more was one where what appeared to be a robot villain was fighting a group of heroes. Robots and heroes. She hated them both, so it was good that they were going to off each other. She flicked to another channel where two heroes had finished apprehending a bank robber. Potential danger, but no present harm- worth keeping an eye on. The next channel that she flicked to, though, that one scared her greatly. She nearly gave an "eep" as she saw it.

"TULIP!" she screamed at her potted plant, who seemed to be awfully receptive to her speech. "TWO DELINQUENTS! THEY'RE DESTROYING MY CHILDREN!"

The plant nodded slowly.

Her eyes grew even more dark and evil than before. "You foolish brats are about to see what happens when you mess with my children," she muttered as she lifted her hand, gesturing upwards with her gnarled hand. Immediately, a great amount of vines began to crawl up the apartment building, even more so than before- while the apartment building looked like an abandoned old college before, it was now almost entirely covered in vines and blooming flowers, with the exception of the balcony, illiciting the screams of neighbors. She then pointed at "Tulip," the stinging nettle, and dropped a drop of green liquid from a test tube into the soil. The stinging nettle began to morph as its pot broke, and it grew into the size and shape of what appeared to be a large lion, albeit one made entirely out of plant matter and covered with poisonous thistles. The newly-formed plant Ambleweed lion bowed its head before Greenhouse, who grinned.



"Go, Tulip! Bring me one of the two. They'll make a fine human servant for the new plant empire. Kill the other one. Of your choice, of course," she said to Tulip, who nodded his planty head and leaped from the balcony, leaping rooftop-to-rooftop, moving towards the two "twerps" that were, of course, Spacewalker and Firebird.

She chuckled as she watched. She was such a damn good gardener.





As Blake was cutting down Ambleweeds, he noticed in the distance a strange beast jumping from building-to-building. It looked like an Ambleweed in that it was made of plants, which was something that was definitely suspicious, but it also seemed to be moving somewhat quickly and with agility, which was quite different than the movements of normal Ambleweeds, which were slow, clumsy, and literally brainless. Taking out two more Ambleweeds with a burst of fire, Blake then blasted two streams of flames into the ground in front of him at a 45-degree angle, the force of which sent him both upwards and backwards. He landed next to Tom.

"Hey," he said as he sent two fireballs bowling towards the Ambleweeds on the street. "What do you think that thing is?" He pointed up at the plant monster that was doing some sort of ninja-run across the rooftops. "Looks like one of these weeds...but smart. Which is not possible," he said as he threw 3 more fireballs. "Think that's gonna be a problem, bud?"

@KaijuBaragon
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