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8 days ago
We're roleplayers, of course we're going to make a third option the GM didn't present.
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9 days ago
I aim to misbehave.
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13 days ago
The GM should know exactly why each character was or wasn't accepted and be willing to state such. But the reality is that sometimes other characters/players just synergize better
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13 days ago
Limited slots and character applications exist as a way for the GM to manage their cast, maintain consistency and try to achieve mutual enjoyment for those involved.
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2 mos ago
Wraith of Writs could be a fun username update.
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W E D N E S D A Y, A U G U S T 0 8T H, 2 0 1 8 - 1 2 : 5 1 p m | D O W N T O W N

There was an overwhelming sense of familiarity that came with fighting back to back with Heimdall as memories of his childhood best friend came flooding back to Thor as the pair kept the Gentleman Ghost and the Shadow Thief at bay. It was far from the first time the pair had faced a horde of foes together and it felt natural as they quickly fell back into rhythm with one another. Alternating between their two foes, Thor and Heimdall kept Craddock and his ally from landing any further blows against the two Asgardians as they parried and avoided each attempt.

Suddenly, Craddock disappeared from sight, catching Thor off guard before suddenly he was thrown across the street. Set upon by Craddock’s zombies, Thor was forced to fight them off as Heimdall defended himself from the Shadow Thief and Gentleman Ghost.

Despite being invisible to Thor, nothing could hide from Heimdall’s sight as he drove his blade through Craddock’s chest. The Gentleman Ghost faltering for the briefest of seconds before he began laughing as he took ahold of Hofund and pulled the blade even deeper into his chest.

“That won’t be enough to stop me, lad.” He chortled as Heimdall struggled to pull the blade back. From behind him, the Shadow Thief lashed out, her tendrils wrapping themselves around the older Asgardian as he was separated from his weapon.

“Kill him.” Craddock ordered as the tendrils tightened around Craddock. Lightning flashed across the sky as it exploded towards the ground freeing Thor from the swarming undead, their bodies thrown every which way as he sprung forth from beneath them. Taking a hold of Hofund, Craddock suddenly cried out in pain as the weapon touched the hands of the Prince of Asgard.

“N-n-no-” The words barely had time to make it out of his mouth as Thor draw the sword, the weapon slicing Craddock clean in half as he was powerless to defend himself against one bearing noble blood. Banished from this plane by his defeat, Craddock suddenly disappeared as his armies suddenly ceased to move. Pulled back into the ground from whence they came, Thor turned towards the Shadow Thief as he brandished Hofund in his hands. The former assassin faltering for the second Thor needed to free Heimdall.

Raising her hands, she knelt before Thor speaking for the first time during their entire encounter, her accent indicating she wasn’t of America as she asked the God of Thunder to spare her life.

“I submit, return me to my cell.”

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The shotgun blast had no visible effect as the possessed body dove towards Barbara, grabbing her by the shoulders of her vest as she found herself lifted into the air, the shotgun falling from her grasp. Glass exploded around her head as the ghost smashed her through the stained window of a nearby church, blood dotting her blonde hair as the pair crashed into the aged, wooden pews. The wind escaped Barbara’s lungs and she swore she had heard a crack from her ribcage as she gasped for air, tumbling along the floor of St. Hillan’s.

Rolling onto her knees, Barbara wiped blood from a freshly fattened lip as she quickly pulled her side arm, slotting a pillaged cartridge into the weapon as she capped the possessed body’s knees. A sound that could only be described as the ghost laughing at her emerged from the body’s broken windpipe as it simply floated back into the air. Rolling her eyes, Barbara ran for the doors, leading with her shoulder as the large wooden double doors flew open as Barbara found herself in the graveyard surrounding the old cathedral.

The ghost possessed body gave chase as it flew after Barbara. Its hands clawed at her hair as she cried out in pain, fighting back at the body as it firmly took hold of her shoulders again, lifting her into the air as Barbara felt her back slam against the side of the church as she was dragged against the coarse stone exterior. Pulled upwards, the edge of the roof caught the top of her head as pain temporarily blinded Barbara before anger kicked in, boosting her adrenaline as she brought her legs up and pushed with all her might.

Breaking free of the shade’s grip, Barbara fell against the sloped roof, her fingers scrambling for something to hold onto as the shingles tore at her skin, breaking several nails before she finally found a hold. She gasped in pain as the entire weight of her body pulled on her shoulder, her arm feeling as though it just dislocated as Barbara slowly pulled herself back up. Her feet scrambled to find a something to brace again before taking a hold of the aged eavestrough, the metal bending as it warped beneath her weight. Crawling up the sloped roof, Barbara saw the ghost turn around, as it flew towards her for another round.

Rolling off of her stomach, Barbara lifted herself onto her palms, firmly planting her feet before launching off of the roof as she tackled the ghost midair. The spirit cried out from within its mortal shell as Barbara fought to manipulate its flight course. Suddenly she let go, dropping back to the roof below as the ghost turned its attention too late to avoid the antique weathervane atop the cathedral roof.

A horrible scream filled the air as the body ceased to move, the weathervane piercing its torse. The cold iron dissipating the ethereal host within as Barbara sighed in relief. Allowing herself to fall back against the roof as she looked overhead at the clearing skies. Sitting up so as to look below, she watched in amazement as the remaining spirits suddenly disappeared into the ground, accompanying their undead allies as they too returned to their rest.

“I’m glad that’s fuckin’ over.”
I should have a post up for Gwen this afternoon and then we’ll be ready for he Surfer


Aiming to do the same.
It'd also be a shame to have such a great setup stagnate over the next season or be lost to changes due to incoming players wanting to pick up a different take on Steve or Diana.
So I guess the Avengers are a thing now, and they belong to S.H.I.E.L.D.

Intrusting.


I really didn't read them as belonging to SHIELD so much as a splinter cell of SHIELD.
We've beaten this joke raw, but I'll be damned if we don't keep going at it for the rest of this game's length. God forbid Bruce actually takes his Dick out- the jokes just won't ever stop then.


Just wait until they start laughing at Joker's boner.
It's getting hard to compete in the Dick jokes.

I really feel like Dick has been beaten enough.

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W E D N E S D A Y, A U G U S T 0 8T H, 2 0 1 8 - 1 2 : 4 2 p m | D O W N T O W N

In a town like Marville, one walking corpse would be enough to cause panic. But, when its entire graveyard started to rise, the entire town quickly descended into a state that can only be described as complete pandemonium. While Thor was in the midst of battle with the Gentleman Ghost and the Shadow Thief, it was Marville’s Sheriff’s department who were coming to the rescue of the town’s citizens.

Gunfire echoed down Marville’s main street as the abandoned vehicles littered about it provided an ample impromptu barricade for Marville’s finest as they laid down cover fire for other deputies who were rescuing those trapped by the zombie horde and ghostly chorus that now flooded the town’s streets and storefronts.

“I don’t want to find out what happens if one of those undead bitches bites someone, so make it sure it don’t happen!” Sheriff Lamb yelled over the din of gunfire as Barbara ducked behind their makeshift barricade, reloading her weapon.

The town hall was the largest building within a five block radius and by Sheriff Lamb’s estimate, a far more strategic point to defend compared to being caught out in the open as they currently were. Their goal was to get as many people barricaded inside and then make a stand while they waited for back up. Whether it be another county’s Sheriff’s department, Thor or one of his super friends.

Gunshot after gunshot continued to ring out as the deputies took down zombie after zombie while retreating towards town hall. Ducking as a ghost flew overhead, Barbara cocked her shotgun, taking aim only to hesitate before pulling the trigger. The zombie continued to lumber towards her, the skin on its face not near as decayed as some of the others she had put down. A bright blue eye swiveled around in its socket as a mass of grey hair clung to the side of its face. But even with all that, Barbara recognized the undead man as Lamb’s predecessor, Sheriff Mars, who had passed away a month ago.

“Norris!” Barbara shook her head at the sound of her name, realizing how close she had allowed the zombie to get as she frantically pulled the trigger. She nearly vomited as its head exploded, splashing her with a dark, thick, sickly ooze. Regaining her composure, Barbara fired again, and again, all the while damning the man who had caused the town’s dead to reject their rest.

“I need deputies to secure the rear!” Lamb’s voice rang out as Barbara’s radio crackled to life. Reaching to her vest to respond, Barbara pressed her cheek against the button, returning her hand to her weapon as quickly stepped backwards, firing at a rushing zombie.

“I can take point on that Sheriff.” She responded, swinging the butt of her weapon into another undead skull before spinning around and firing again as a zombie came up behind her..

“‘Preciate that Norris!” The Sheriff replied as Barbara began to change her position, skirting the outside of town hall, emerging into the rear parking lot as she was quickly flanked by several other deputies. Taking a brief moment to reload, Barbara raised her weapon in time to open fire again.

“Come on you bastards!” She screamed. “Come get some!” The horde advanced faster as Barbara fired her last round. Dropping the shotgun as she drew her sidearm, quickly emptying the clip as her eyes widened in horror as the weapon failed to fire. Beside her another deputy fell into the same trap, scrambling to their vest for another clip only for a zombie to tackle them from the side. Screams filled the parking lot as officer after officer ran out of ammo and were set upon by the zombies.

Rolling out of the way, Barbara picked her shotgun up again, brandishing the empty weapon as a baton as she cracked the nearest zombie’s skull open before flattening it with another blow as she raised the weapon about her head with both hands before bringing it down hard. Nearby screams caught her attention as she turned to see an officer with a zombie desperately trying to crack open his skull. Springing into action, Barbara ran forward, tackling the zombie off of the other officer. The creature squealed and struggled as Barbara slammed the butt of the gun down on its skull repeatedly until finally, it ceased to move.

Signing in momentary relief, Barbara stood again as she pillaged some ammunition off of a fallen officer, turning around to extend a hand to the deputy she had just saved. He gratefully accepted her hand as he began to stand. Suddenly his eyes widened as he fell backwards, Barbara spun around at the last second to duck as a ghost dove towards the pair.

As the deputy opened his mouth to scream again, the ghost entered into his body, its ethereal essence disappearing as the ghoul took possession of deputy’s body. Barbara watched in horror as he suddenly floated to his feet, his head turning directly around to look behind him as his eyes made contact with hers before he snapping his own neck, the sound of the bone breaking echoed across the parking lot.

Cocking her shotgun again, Barbara spit blood from her mouth on the ground as she addressed the possessed body.

“Well let’s go then,” She yelled, firing a round into the body’s chest. “I ain’t afraid of no ghost.”

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Decaying flesh and bones cracked and split under the force of Thor’s fists as he fought back each member of the walking dead. The hungry horde had fallen upon the town faster than Thor could react and he was now faced with an overwhelming amount of foes. Storefronts were trashed as doors were broken open and windows smashed as the undead struggled and fought to get at those inside. Moving as fast as his mighty legs would carry him, Thor rushed from foe to foe, felling each with a single blow as he crushed their skulls between his powerful hands.

Static electricity hung heavily in the air as lightning blast after lightning blast assaulted the ethereal hosts swarming the skies above the small midwestern town. Their wails and cries creating a haunting, melancholy melody that echoed through the air. James Craddock, the Gentleman Ghost, cackled with delight as he watched the chaos swallow the town while Thor was too distracted to take notice of his attack. From within the tattered, billowing coat, he produced an antique flintlock pistol. Drawing back the hammer, Craddock took aim at Thor, pulling the trigger as a spectral bullet was let loose, piercing Thor’s shoulder as he cried out in pain, his head turning in time for him to avoid a second shot as Craddock swapped the first pistol for a second taking fire again.

Moving to attack, Thor found himself restrained as black tendrils wrapped themselves around his wrists, moving up his arms as his head spun to find the source of the attack. The woman, who had appeared alongside the Gentleman Ghost, was manipulating the shadows, creating a tangible threat out of the absence of light. Pain erupted in his abdomen as Craddock landed another shot, the tendrils wrapping their way around Thor’s neck as he continued to struggle.

“Not so terrible now are you, lad?” Craddock cackled, as he drew closer, smashing his cane against Thor’s skull as the Shadow Thief tightened her tendrils further around his neck.

“The chromedome said the price of freedom was your head on a platter as silver as his alien visage.” Craddock continued. “I just didn’t think it would be so easy.” He chortled victoriously as Thor snarled towards him.

“Then why-” Thor managed to say, “Did it take two of you?”

The upturned corners of Craddock suddenly went flat as he moved to strike Thor again only to be thrown backwards as a bolt of lightning struck him square on. Wrapping his hands around the tendrils, Thor managed to take ahold of them as he spun around, dragging the Shadow Thief along with him as he struggled in vain to break her hold.

Suddenly she screamed as a sword sliced through the shadows, breaking her hold on Thor as a large man pulled the blade back, spinning around as he found himself back to back with Thor, Craddock on one side of the pair, while the Shadow Thief regained her stance, standing on the opposite side of the pair.

“Why am I always having to save your ass?”
<Snipped quote by Morden Man>

It would seem I'm mainly the one with designs on Dick.


Uh, I wouldn't be so sure of that.
The Haunting of...
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Situated along the Eastern Coast of the United States between Hampton and Portsmouth, Hemlock Hollow is a small New Hampshire city originally founded in the year of 1652, shortly before the infamous Witch Trials. Settled in the fertile Orlaith Valley, the city is home to a largely rural area, boasting a very fruitful agricultural industry, with the city's largest export being its bountiful apple crop. Beyond the valley lies densely populated forests of oak, maple and cherry trees which contributes to several lumber mills in the area that provide a secondary industry to the city. A notoriously quiet city, Hemlock Hollow has rarely seen a spike in crime although rates have been on a steady rise of recent months. Nothing however has been serious enough to prompt an immediate response from the city's police department or mayoral office.

With summer coming to an end, school is around the corner for many of hamlet's youth. The majority of these students will be attending Eastern Hemlock Secondary School, the largest secondary school in the city which collects the graduates from several of the city's more populated elementary schools. Eastern Hemlock is one of the oldest buildings in all of Hemlock Hollow, originally operating as the town's original courthouse 1654, before being transformed into a county jail for a period of spanning from 1802 until nearly 1869 when a fire brought down part of the building and unleashed numerous escapees on the city proper. Opting not to rebuild a jail in the middle of the city, the build sat empty for nearly thirty years until a young architect wanting to make a name for himself opted to propose the building be revitalized and renewed as a school. In 1902, the school opened its doors under the original name of Mather Memorial Highschool before being rechristened as Eastern Hemlock Secondary School in the late nineties.

Due to the long-standing history of the school, it comes as no surprise that many of the locals consider the building to be haunted. One of the most prominent local urban legends says that the large oak standing in the school's front courtyard was the very tree used to hang woman found to be witches during the trials.
Poking my head in since this is something I've been interested in for a while. So I read that the first 'season' is wrapping up and the second 'season' is going to open up soon. I remember the first part being fairly limited in what you could choose as a character, so my question is what kind of things will open up in the second part? Sidekicks? Different versions of villains? What kind of things will be up for grabs in the next phase?


As far as it has been discussed in here, villains are remaining off the table. Likewise I don't think we'll be seeing any true legacy characters yet in the vein of Robin as like it was previously stated that even with the time skip for Season 2 accounted for, most heroes have only been active for roughly six months. Still very much in their first year so I can't see Batman taking on a Robin or Green Arrow picking up a Speedy.

'Course that's not to say that Dick Grayson or Roy Harper couldn't be played with the right concept and a strong sheet.
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