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Worlds Collide: A Merged Universe Superhero Roleplay

@Cyrania Excellent. I've removed the Gala mention.

Worlds Collide: A Merged Universe Superhero Roleplay

So, yeah, my goal is to make Mr Banjo, literally, the worst guy ever.

Worlds Collide: A Merged Universe Superhero Roleplay

C A P T A I N M A R V E L
C A P T A I N M A R V E L

^{"YO CAP! GRAB HIS DICK AND TWIST IT!"}

Bailey's initial training was much like before. Mostly of meditation. Although, wheras Ezekiel had previously made him hang upside down from the ceiling, this time, he had pretty much had to softly keep flying upwards to keep his feet pressed into the ceiling. Luckily his equilibrium was just as juiced up, or this probably would have caused him headache's.

Things were starting to break down in New York. Lots of dark forces on the move everywhere. And no matter where Bailey went, he felt like someone was watching him. It wasn't like with his Spider-Senses. Christina had just tried to convince him it was perfectly normal paranoia, everyone got that. But this felt different. It also felt like... Well, there's no two ways around it, he DIDN'T belong. Someone or something much grander in the scheme of the universe had decided he no longer needed to exist and if it hadn't been for the fate's hard-coding him back into reality, he'd still be non-existent. Was it really Paranoia if it was pretty obvious that something, somewhere absolutely was watching him?

It was the evening when Bailey and Christina made their way into a back alley, ready to have him say the word and take them over to GTC Labs. Bailey quickly wriggled out of his clothes, revealing the Spider-Boy suit beneath. As he put the mask on, he felt something akin to that twinge again. He quickly looked around, almost instinctively, he tried to grab on to the wall, only to remember he couldn't do that anymore.

"Hey, Bail. What's up?" Christina asked. "Those Spidey Senses kicking back in or what?" She asked. Bailey pulled off the mask and opened his mouth, his tongue scouting his enlarged fangs.

"M... Maybe..." He replied, looking down at the mask. "I mean, if my teeth are still like this-" He had tested them one of his first trips to the Lab. No, he absolutely wasn't secreting any kind of toxin whatsoever. Apparantly, his teeth didn't even have any kind of delivery system, it was purely cosmetic. As he suspected, they were a leftover from the memory Shazam had given The Fates. "When i'm a little more confident with my powers, i'm gonna have to go see the Fates again. Ask them what's going on." He grunted, pulling the mask back on. "It's not funny..." He sighed.

"SHAZAM!"

Instantly the bolt of lightning hit him and he was tall, dark and handsome again in his spandex costume. Honestly, the most jarring part of the transformation was the fact that he grew 3 clear feet so it was like he was on stilts for a second, until instincts took over. He reached an arm out for Christina to grab, when he looked down at her (Another jarring thing about the transformation) and saw her looking rather worried about something. "What?" He heard the gentle strumming of a guitar. No wait, not a guitar... He turned around and saw down the alleyway, a portly man in a green suit and a straw hat, slowly strumming and tuning what looked like a Banjo. Every strum of the strings causing green sparks to be shaved off, illuminating the mans leg somewhat. "Ummm... Excuse me, citizen." Bailey began. "Can i help you?" He asked.

"Nutt'n to worry about." The man replied in a thick southern drawl. "That big ol' Thunda Clap made a lotta noise. I've been given this fancy fiddle, a big pile o' doe and some orda's to make a lot more." He laughed, finishing his tuning and giving it one last strum.

"Oh... Ok... So, you're a bad guy and i've gotta stop you then?" He asked.

"If'n ya can?" The man replied. Bailey quickly moved his body between the man and Christina.

"Alright, i'm giving you fair warning, i'm not entirely done with my training now and i recently got a power boost of about 20+ times. I REALLY don't want to kill you, so, maybe we can make this another time when i'm a little more in control and i can fight without you dying? At least can you give me some medical info, like anything i should tell the guys down in Riker's not to give you after i possibly break every bone in your body?" Bailey was being half-serious about that. He really had no confidence in his ability not to vaporize this guy with his first punch. After all, what he had done to those Lava Golems and they were practically invincible.

"Funny..." He said, running his finger around the pot of the Banjo, golden runes lighting up across the head. "Was about ta ask the same thing." Bringing the pick in his fingers crashing down on the strings, a shockwave of energy seemed to race out from him, immediately smashing the bricks of surrounding alleyway, instantly, Bailey grabbed Christina as hard as he dared and rocketed up into the sky. The pair looked back to see the buildings they had been between previously collapse as the portly man walked out onto the street, still strumming the banjo merrily. People were already running. "COME ON DOWN, BOY. YA CANNA FLY AWAY FROM ME FOREVA. WHEREVA YOU GO AND SAY THOSE WORDS, THIS LIL' OL' THING WILL BRING ME STRAIGHT TO YA."" He called up. Pointing the frets at the big red dot in the sky, he strummed some more, green waves of energy lancing out and screaming straight for him.

"CRUD" They both yelled together, before he immediately dove straight back down to the ground in the next street, putting Christina down. "Christina, Supervillain time, find cover." He ordered. She REALLY wanted to argue with him, but knew he was correct about this one. If that guy had evicerated a building with one strum, her body wasn't going to fare any better.

"Protectin' the little girlfriend?" The voice behind him asked. Bailey turned to see the guy there immediately. "Cute, but don't worry, i'm not gonna hurt her." He sneared, before pointing the frets straight at her as she ran and strumming, sending more green energy bolts straight at her. Bailey throwing himself in the way, catching 3 in the chest and sending him smashing through a lamp-post and into a parked car in the streets. "But i am gonna do whatever it takes to make you catch these bolts i'm throwin'." He laughed long and loud. Bailey looked up at him with anger building in him. He knew he had to hit the guy hard enough to knock him down, but not enough to kill him. In an instant, he was up and charged full-force, straight at this guy, making sure to temper his power and drove his fist straight into the guys gut, just as the Banjo began glowing green again. As he did so, blood splattered everywhere. He realized that his fist had punctured straight through the mans gut and out the back, he stood trembling in disbelief, stumbling back a few steps, he looked down, bits of spinal column in his hand, gore splattered everywhere. The man groaned unintelligibly as he stumbled back, dropping onto the ground without a sound.

"Oomig ohmig oh my oh my oh..." He jibbered, looking down at his blood-drenched hands. He had become everything he had hated, in one moment of anger. He was going to jail. He had failed everyone and everything, he wasn't focusing on anything else, but how badly he had just ruined everything... Which proved to be another real shame, because if he had been paying attention, he may have heard Christina yelling at him, before suddenly he felt extreme pain in the back of his head as he fell forwards onto the tarmac face-first.

"Don't worry, Big Cheese." The voice came from behind as Marvel slowly stumbled to his feet. He looked around for the body, the blood was all gone, as well as bits of other gore. He looked around and saw the man re-tuning the Banjo that he had clearly just brained him with. "Oh yeah, a little illusion magic built into this thing. I should tell you, then again, y'all got that Wisdom of Solomon, should be pretty obvious by now. Oh, by the way, the name's Filpot. Kurt Filpot and i'm gonna be the guy who beat's your sorry brains out today. Now, the more ya struggle, the more it's gonna hurt... So feel free to go nuts." He smiled, before driving the Banjo into Captain Marvel's side, making him double over. Clearly it was some kind of advanced magics that counteracted his natural defenses. Maybe blessed by one of Zeus' enemies. He never remembered anything about a Banjo blessed by Kronos. Before Solomon could impart anything else to him, he put his hands up to grab the Banjo as Filpot threw another swing at him, only for the Banjo to phase through his hands and him to get clocked in the back of the head again.

"You know, i'm finding i'm gonna find it very hard to keep to this No Killing thing, if you keep insisting on giving me a concussion." He growled in response. Filpot threw his hands up in faux fright.

"Oh no, not Captain Marvel!" He said in mock-fear. "Some ginger palooka threatens he's gonna kill me." He let out a long, hearty belly laugh. "Maybe if you were that Punisher guy, i probably would, but you're just a putz with a lightning bolt on his chest. Dime-A-Dozen." He strummed the Banjo again. He saw a number of Police Cars driving down the road towards them. "REMEMBER, BOYS, THE NAME IS MR BANJO!!!" He yelled, pointing the frets at the car and slamming the pic down on it again, sending more waves of energy towards the cars. In a flash, Captain Marvel intercepted and brought his bracelets up to block it, the wave smashing into him and sending him sprawling on his back. He then kipped up.

"THAT'S IT!" He yelled. "NO MORE NICE CAPTAIN!" He reached his hand up and a bolt of gold lightning appeared in it, throwing 5 in quick succession at Banjo, the musician simply played a few more chordes to create shockwaves that deflected the attacks. Bailey turned to look at the Police who were cordoning off the area. "BANJO, YOUR FIGHT IS WITH ME, LET'S ADJOURN TO SOMEWHERE LESS POPULATED!" He called.

"See, boy, as much as i'd love to..." He pretended to think for a second, before strumming again, sending another shockwave at Captain Marvel, knowing that if he moved, then the police behind him would bare the brunt. Planting his feet, Bailey instinctively threw his arms wide, as a web of lightning shot out, capturing all of the shockwave and directing it straight into his body. Bailey let out a scream of pain as the green energies assaulted his body. He dropped to his knee's.

"You..." He grunted.

"YOU CAN DO IT CAP!" A voice came from the evacuating people. "DON'T GIVE IN TO HIS GAME! YOU CAN TAKE HIM DOWN!" As Banjo looked at the fleeing crowd, he brought his arm up.

"Tell you what, boy, let's see what you're willing to put up with if i take out your R@&^%#£/=~ girlfriend." Christina stopepd dead in the crowd.

"Ok, wow, you really went there." She called. "YO! CAP! GRAB HIS DICK AND TWIST IT!!!" She screamed, when suddenly, the rest of the crowd joined in.

_{"TWIST HIS DICK!" "GO ON, CAP! GRAB HIS DICK AND TWIST IT!" "TWIST THE RACIST BASTARDS DICK!" "TWIST THE DICK!"}

Bailey was mildly proud of New York and also mildly disgusted. "Also, i don't know that girl, i just saved her." He then launched forward, trying to tackle Banjo, but the instrument glowed and Marvel went straight through Banjo, another illusion. As he landed, it occured to him. Banjo's guitar glowed whenever it turned out he was an illusion. Either that, or he was teleporting and leaving an illusion. Either way, he instantly turned around and put his hands up to grab the weapon as it swung for the back of his head. "You're getting predictable!" He growled. "And i've got you!" He grinned, before he rearing back a fist and throwing a punch straight at his gut. The banjo began glowing and instinctively kicked behind himself, feeling his foot make contact with the large gut and sending Banjo sprawling. Banjo got back up, winded.

"Ok, so you big boy got some moves." At that point, police started moving in around him, guns drawn. Banjo sighed. "Well, i think that's good for the first time. Made a lot of noise. Now excuse me." He began strumming quickly. before disappearing. Bailey threw his arms wide.

"What the heck?" He asked. "What was even the point?" He put his fists on his hips and shook his head. "Didn't even try to finish me off." As he stood, one of the officers approached him, he instinctively backed up, adopting a defensive stance.

"Umm, excuse me, sir, i don't suppose you'd be willing to come down to the station and make a statement about this guy?" The officer asked. Bailey was taken aback. Honestly, he was so used to police immediately trying to slap cuffs on him that this was rather new for him. He knew he needed to unlearn this stuff.

"Umm... No... Officer... He said his name was Kurt Filpot and he seems to have a Magic Banjo. That's all i know." He said. He looked around at Christina who gave him a thumbs up. He couldn't interact with her here, it would arouse suspicion. But now he was VERY worried. Flying up into the sky, he headed off for New Jersey, hopefully that would convince people that he lived over there. But instead of stopping, he just kept flying. Out and over to the wilderness of Montana, landing in Glacier Park. Nobody lived around here for hundreds of miles. "ALRIGHT, FILPOT! TAKE YOUR BEST SHOT! I'M WIDE OPEN!!!" He called. The guy was watching him, he had said so. "Ok, fine, you don't want to take Captain Marvel?" He asked.

"SHAZAM!"

As the bolt of lightning hit him, he stood in the middle of the wilderness in just his Spider-Boy outfit. "COME ON FATSO! I'M RIGHT HERE!" He yelled out. He stood for about 15 minutes. Every so often flinching as he heard something move near him. That feeling of being watched was back. Something deep down in him knew he was being watched by Banjo.

Meanwhile, somewhere dark and forboding, compound eyes sat watching him as his image swirled in the dark waters of a cauldron. "So, the simpleton wants to protect people. That's good. He will throw himself between danger and the innocent. The Wizard chose his cannonfodder well. Not like the other one..." The image quickly lined up, side-by-side with another boy on a street corner, selling newspapers to people passing by. The compound eyes let out a long, hearty laugh. "Yes, Billy, nice and poweless, exactly as you should be! No ability to prevent my ascension this time. I wonder why the others never thought to nip you in the bud? Is there a reason, or am i just that much superior to them?" The crackling voice pondered. In a flash of golden energy, Filpot appeared.

"You know Mista, I have to say, this Banjo is a beaut. Now, about mah fee-" Immediately the Banjo magiced its way out of his hands and clonked him lightly on the head, just enough to make the point, not enough to leave any lasting damage.

"Your fee, along with your deluded dreams of a world where your specific colour of monkeys, based on some random and environmentally prompted genetic sequences, being somehow superior to all others, will come all in good time. Once i have what i want, this world will mean as little to me as the other monkeys that don't share your genetic history on this planet mean to you. Leave the boy be for a moment. If we move too fast, other forces may get suspicious. The plan only succeeds if everyone thinks it is there idea to move in the first place." The eyes replied.

"Hey, buddy, i didn't get abandon the Silver Legion to told to be patient by a little w-!" The Banjo hit Filpot on the head again, slightly harder.

"Yes you did." The eyes replied, bluntly. "I have existed since before the concept of your language, monkey and i have been told by others of my kind that my lack of patience is something of a flaw. So, if i can wait this long, then you can wait a little more. Now, go do as you will, but stay out of the Champion's way until i order you back there. Or you can say goodbye to the illusion of power i have granted you." It growled. Filpot grabbed the banjo out of the air and rolled his eyes, before disappearing.

Worlds Collide: A Merged Universe Superhero Roleplay

So, i'm writing my next post for Bailey and i've decided to re-introduce one of the old Golden Age villains who worked for the Nazi's. To emphasize this, i'm gonna make him racist (Because beating up racists is always justified) Does anyone have any problems with me presenting a bad guy saying some nasty slurs. Nothing hardcore like the N-Word or the K-word or anything like that. Just general phrases to do with the fact that Christina is of asian descent and he is not a fan of that.

Or would it probably be best that i just presented it as "Get outta here #$@^&£" And everyone acting shocked?

Something along the lines of:

Christina: "Remember, Cap, try not to kill the guy, he's not like those Lava monsters!"
Bad guy: "I knew you [Slur]'s had no stomach for real mans battle!"
Christina: "Oh that is it. CAP! GRAB HIS DICK AND TWIST IT!"

Worlds Collide: A Merged Universe Superhero Roleplay

Right, sorry for absence since Christmas, i've been spending time with friends and Family. I will endevor to get a post up for Shazam by Monday.

Worlds Collide: A Merged Universe Superhero Roleplay

@ThatDeercat@King Kindred@Cyrania@Pacifista@Ezekiel@Azure Bubbles@Half Pint@Stormyx@Taka@Supermaxx@mickilennial@Mao Mao

T'was the night before christmas, and across the whole Earth
The Superheroes were stirring to protect us from dearth.

John Henry Irons, clad in his metal suit,
Thoroughly giving some Robbers the boot.
Frank Castle sat updating his journal just what he had done
About how he had forced fed some bastard the end of his gun.

Rogue and Gambit strolled through the Snow without Pro-Human harass,
While Nightcrawler sat in church, enjoying the Christmas Mass
Donald Blake introduced his new alien friend,
To the Earths traditional Mead, an Asgardian Blend

Starfire marvelled at the wonder Earth's "Christmas" granted
She wrote a letter to Santa, asking if he bring her back her planet.
Warbird, with her "Bonus" went on a festive shopping spree
Buying whozit's and whatsits with abandon and glee.

Bailey and Christine were in F.E.A.S.T. with the less fortunate
Christina lifted Bailey so that he could top the tree's Angel Ornament.
Robbie Reyes was tuning his Charger for more speed
Hoping he'd find Eli, and his plans he'd impede.

The Wilsons bickered, as rang out an explosion,
Slade didn't appreciate Wade's "Modified" Whoopie-cushion.
Virgil, Richie and Daisy took clothes, hot food and gifts,
To the local homeless shelter looking for spirits to lift.

Zatara was livestreaming his magics to a crowd,
People messaged, asking his admins, "Is his sexiness allowed?"
The Gotham criminals sat in the Ice Box, waiting Christmas to blow over.
They knew what would happen if they dared to blow cover

With Red Widow stalking the night, looking for her sons
A mothers grief made for justice the wasn't likely to just stun.
But the thing they feared the most was the bat shaped man who lurked in the remote
If they tried anything naughty, then great luck would make their only gift a fist to the throat.

Emma Frost pined for her laser shooting crush
Hoping Santa would bring him, with the greatest of rush.
While Scott thought of Emma, her lips he'd most remember
But he still helped out Kitty in the cold of December

The Fantastic Four enjoyed their first christmas together,
In the RV they partied as birds of a feather.
With Zatara magicing up gifts backwards and Alec growing the Tree
Ronnie and Martin cooked the Turkey while O'Brien made them tea.

Jordan and May introduced Sinestro to this planets premier holiday,
Of the merry man who would traverse the whole world in his sleigh.
The people of Genosha celebrated their own holiday cheer,
While Magneto sat reminiscing of his dreidel, the old music he could hear.

The Martians across earth all under the same sun and moon,
Celebrated the day of L'zoril, hoping the return home would be soon.
Meanwhile the Flash on this new earth he called a Paradise,
Smiled and celebrated with his family and cider with spice.

While the good heroes of the earth celebrated with joy
Villains plotted the vile deeds they're soon to deploy.
Some of conquest, some of science, some of their own perceived justice,
Some who veiled themselves as heroes who'd say "Trust us"

But the greatest hero of Earth, no man could deny
Travelled the whole world with reindeer who could fly.
To each Hero, he'd bring a special gift for a reward,
For keeping the peace, for staying onboard.

To John Henry a Toolbag and alloys for his suit,
To Frank Castle, he'd leave a new pair of comfortable boots.
For the X-Men they'd each get a coat with their team name,
For Thor he'd bring more mead, vintage much of the same.

Robbie got for his Car a new turbocharger
Though he'd need to rework the bonet to make it a little larger.
For Warbird, a new costume that complimented her power
The Heroes of F.E.A.S.T. would get toys like a shower.

Although he couldn't bring Starfire her world, he'd do all he could
By leaving a music box with her family inside, dancing to the old folk song "Pr'olm'ood"
To his surprise Scott turned on the news to check on Business
Only to see Godfrey go "Go on, give Mutants a chance. What the heck, it's Christmas!"

Static would get a new board on which to fly,
Slade would get a new sword, one which could hopefully make Wade die.
Wade would receive his long awaited gold Deagle Pistoleros,
Emma would get a new necklace, one fit for the Pharaoh's.

Zatara receieved a new wand, to make his magic grow,
Wanda got a photo of her boys, to make sure on she would go.
Thomas Wayne got tickets to a spa to help him to chill,
While the criminals of Gotham would hopefully get a day without Batman's ill will.

For Zatana, a new hat, that would help in her magics,
While Swamp-Thing got new seeds to help the RV look less Tragic.
Pat got a new MP3 Player to blast his tunes in,
While Firestorm both got headphones to tune out the din.

Hal got a new jacket with his callsign in a cool logo,
Sinestro got more of the beer he'd enjoyed in Saporo
May never let on exactly what she got,
All we know is she appreciated it a lot.

Magneto got a scarf, exactly like Babushka used to make,
While the Martians all got bags of Oreo's for their hunger to slake.
Barry got a photo of his old Justice League,
Then Santa returned to the north pole, to rest his Fatigue.

And as all the world heard, as Santa flew out of sight.

MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT!!!

Kingdom Hearts: Heroes of Hope

@IAmTheIsland Sorry, but these last few weeks, i've mostly been busy due to IRL problems and keeping up with another RP. Don't worry, i'm still very much in for this, but i've just had no time to come up with anything.

Honestly, at this point, i'd rather just crack on with the first adventure world.

Worlds Collide: A Merged Universe Superhero Roleplay

Short post to keep up to the 14 day schedule of IC posts as characters.

Worlds Collide: A Merged Universe Superhero Roleplay

T H E L A N T E R N S
T H E L A N T E R N S

^{"NO MAN ESCAPES THE MANHUNTERS!"}

As the red arm launched forwards, Hal instinctively threw up a shield, the hand smashing straight through it and wrapping around Hal's throat. Hal's hand created a large green fist and smashed it into the side of the Manhunter's head, the construct shattered and the Manhunter absorbed the green energy. As it did so, the broken arm's wires shot into the bulkhead, the wires grabbed the metal panels, the panels turning red as it continued repairing itself.

"GOLD! HOW DO I KILL IT!?!?!?"

"You can't, it runs on Willpower energy. But-" Hal, already got the idea. His eyes darted over to Dex, who was sat on one of the consoles, licking himself. "DEX!!! HELP!!!" He managed to rasp out as the fingers clawed tighter. Dex looked up.

"I cannot eat it, Human, why should i kill it?" He asked, nonchallantly.

"BE...CAUSE... I..." He rasped, his windpipe beginning to be crushed.

"BECAUSE I'LL PULL THE PLUG ON YOUR OWNER IF YOU DON'T!!!" Sinestro roared through the communicator. The room immediately exploded in red energies, Hal being sent flying through a door, sprawling on the floor, the arm completely severed. With the severing, the fingers began moving and fell off his neck. Hal coughed loudly as he gasped for air. It had crushed straight through his Green energy shield. He heard the sounds of Dex in the other room. Getting slowly to his feet, he stumbled back over to the door to see the Robot shaking and spluttering wildly. "N-N-N-N-N-N-N-N-N-N-N-N-" It glitched over and over Finally, Dex burst through its chest cavity, turned to look it in the face and blasted its face with lava.

"REDFACED HUMAN IF YOU DO THAT TO MY CULTIST, YOU ARE GOING TO WISH YOU WERE THIS ROBOT!!! He then belched another torrent of lava onto the robot. The lava melted through the robots face and into the floor, before eating through the floor to the next deck. The cat breathed heavily, Hal watched him, terrified to get any closer.

"Your "Cultist" is fine. But you did as i wished. Thank you." Dex's tail went full bogbrush.

"TOY WITH ME AGAIN, HUMAN AND I WILL TOY WITH YOUR ENTRAILS!!!" The cat growled, before finally sitting down and beginning to clean himself again.

"Green Lantern, make sure that Manhunter is fully destroyed, It absorbed a lot of Will energy from you, meaning that if there's enough of it to move around, it can rebuild itself from almost nothing." Sinestro replied. Hal looked at the remains around the room. There was barely enough left to call it a robot.

"Well, good thing Dex was with me. He's pretty much confetti'd it." He said.

"Take no chances, those Manhunters are resourceful. Destroy anything else left." He replied.

"Trust me, nothing l-" The penny then dropped for Hal, turning around, he ran to the door and looked around to try and find the arm that had left indents on his windpipe. But it was gone. There was a skittering sound in the distance. "Oooooh, Shhhh-" He turned around to Dex. "We gotta get after it."

"I will not do the bidding of that human. Or you, cultist." Dex replied.

"No, i can't kill it." Hal groaned in frustration. "Only you can."

"This is useless. Green Lantern, look around for a large metal pole. It's the Manhunter's weapon, you should be able to finish off that last piece with that." Hal looked around, on the floor was a metal pipe looking thing. He picked it up, the ring in his hand immediately responded, siphoning off power into it.

"But if it's Willpowered, then won't it just grow stronger?" He asked.

"No, it's a failsafe built into it. In case one of them goes rogue or is reprogrammed, the others can kill it." Sinestro responded.

"Speaking from experience?" Hal asked.

"As you've said to me a few times, this isn't my first rodeo." Sinestro replied. Hal pointed it at the wall and pressed a button, a yellowish-green blast smashed into the wall, blowing a hole. Ok, so that would work. He nodded before walking back out into the hallway, beginning to stalk his way down it.

"So, what's the story of these things? Lemme guess, made to fight a war that's long forgotten and they forgot to stop fighting." He asked.

"Legends say that they were made by the Guardians of the Universe. The Guardians also created the rings, but they made the Manhunters first. The Manhunters were supposed to be an army of galactic peacekeepers. What went wrong is that they decided the only way to prevent crime eternally was to wipe out anything that could commit a crime." Sinistro explained. As Hal looked around the deserted corridor, he saw the carbon scoring of more battle.

"So, anything alive." He grunted.

"Exactly." He replied. "That's why the Guardians created these rings and founded the first Corps."

"Corps?" Hal asked.

"The Lantern Corps. That's the original name of the 8." Sinestro explained. "Of course, every race has their own name for us. Usually based around whichever Lantern they've encountered. We don't always work together. So, you may hear references to Green Lantern Corps or Red Lantern Corps. Some of them even refer to us as the Sinestro Corps."

"Bet that strokes your ego good." He replied.

"Focus on your hunting, Green Lantern.

Elsewhere in the ship, the arm was ripping into the circuitry, slowly pulling more as a shoulder began being formed, all the way up to the head, then a mouth, the green energy being siphoned from the ship.

"NO MAN ESCAPES THE MANHUNTERS!!!"

Worlds Collide: A Merged Universe Superhero Roleplay

@mickilennial Sadly, Thomas was ALSO in my christmas post... Eh, it's non-canon anyway, doesn't matter. Hope to see you back in the new year.