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"You want to test me? Well. Catch me if you can." She was gone in a Flash, her planned destination? The badlands. She needed open space to manuever, open space where he couldn't hurt anyone else and she could really kick up speed.




With a gust of wind the Flash sped off into the horizon. The Silver Surfer stood impassively on his board and allowed the Flash to pull further and further away from him. She jolted from one side of the road to the other, pulling drivers from passing cars and ushering civilians to safety, until she reached the edge of Central City and took a glance over her shoulder. The Surfer's lithe metallic body had disappeared – so to had his board.

Suddenly a vice-like grip applied itself to the Flash's neck and she was lifted from the ground. The brown eyes beneath the Flash's cowl met with the Silver Surfer's dead, vacant white eyes. There was no sign of emotion, no sign of feeling to them, only a cold, resolute determination to fulfil a purpose.

"YOUR MEAGRE DISPLAYS OF SPEED ARE AS TO NOTHING TO ONE THAT HAS WALKED UPON THE SURFACE OF DYING SUNS AND OUTRACED SHOOTING STARS."

"No," The Flash muttered as she tried to pry the Surfer's fingers from her neck. "It's not possible."

The Surfer's board began to hum. The Flash's feet kicked out at the herald, sliding off of his silver skin harmlessly, but she was rendered limp and helpless by the sudden display of speed the Surfer was subjecting them to. They burst free of the city towards Central City's Badlands – and the mountain range that encircled the city.

"ALL THINGS ARE POSSIBLE THROUGH THE POWER COSMIC."

The Surfer plunged the pair of them into a nearby mountain and the Flash braced herself for impact. There was none. Instead they passed through the mountain. She gasped in shock as the the emotionless Surfer dragged them through what felt like a lifetime of rock. Once they were clear of the mountains, the Surfer began to ascend. The air thinned and whipped past their heads so loudly it was deafening.

At last they burst through a thick layer of clouds and the Surfer brought them to a stop. The stillness drew all tension from the moment for a few seconds. Until it was interrupted by the sudden appearance of a plane on the horizon. The Surfer cocked his arm back and prepared to launch the Flash towards it like a javelin.

"YOU WILL LEARN, THE FLASH OF CENTRAL CITY, OR THEY WILL PAY THE ULTIMATE PRICE FOR YOUR FAILURE."

With that, the Surfer sent the Flash hurtling towards the plane at a speed unlike that any the Flash had ever encountered before. He watched in silence as the metahuman had only a fraction of a second to save her own life and the lives of those onboard.
@Morden Man, that was badass. Keep up the good work.


That's very kind of you. I wasn't very happy with that post at all so it's good to hear that someone enjoyed it.
Moon Knight is out for this first one. No real organic way of getting him involved at this point in time, and I still have a fair amount of early world building to get through before I'm ready for that anyway.


That's a good call.

I don't think anyone should feel obliged to get involved. We're a long way off September and there'll be several chances to be involved in moments like these throughout the game, so if it doesn't make sense for your character to be there or it doesn't fit with what you're doing, feel free to press on as normal.

Central City, Missouri

No sooner had Reed Richards run down STAR Labs’ defences than Harrison Wells had spun around to face him. It was clear from the look on his face that Wells had not been as oblivious to his presence there as Reed had thought. The self-satisfied smile on Harrison’s face would have been heartening if not for the threatening looking rifle in his left hand.

“Whoever you are, you spoke too soon,” he said as he pulled the trigger three times in quick succession.

Three balls of yellow electricity came sprouting from the muzzle of the rifle. It careened through the air towards Reed. He'd calculated their trajectory the second Wells had pulled the trigger. Two strikes to the heart and one to the head. It would have been enough to put a lesser man down – perhaps for good – but Reed barely had to break his stride to evade them.

The super scientist's torso bent like melted taffy and he simply ducked his head to avoid the third. “You always were one to shoot first and ask questions later.”

The STARs Labs founder primed the rifle to unload another barrage of electricity towards Reed. This time the world's smartest man was having none of it. He reached out a smacked the rifle out of Harrison's hands. It went skidding along the floor of the laboratory and came to a stop beneath a desk.

Wells clambered around frantically, searching for something else to use as a weapon, but Reed's oven-sized hands were wrapped tightly around his shoulders before he could manage it. He lifted him off of the ground and attempted to calm him with a word. It had barely left his lips when Harrison's forehead came crashing down against Reed's nose. There was a loud crunch and Richards went staggering backwards.

"For the love of God," Reed muttered disapprovingly under his breath as his nose sprang back into place cartoonishly. "I'm not here to harm you, Harrison, I'm here to ask for your help."

Harrison Wells struggled between Reed’s fingers.

“People that need help don’t break in during the middle of the night like two-bit cat burglars.”

Every time Wells managed to pluck free one of his arms, Reed’s hands would swell with size and pull the scientist’s limbs back under their control. Harrison’s face grew red with exertion but kept struggling against the inevitable. Finally once it became clear that Richards had him, Wells stopped kicking out. He simply glared at Richards with contempt.

“They definitely don’t wear the face of a man two galaxies away to do it.”

The words hit him like a sledgehammer to the chest. Two galaxies away, Reed repeated to himself in his head, as he replayed the real fate of this world’s Reed Richards. Maria Hill said that he – and Sue, Johnny and Ben – had been burned alive. It was enough to make Reed’s stomach churn.

He nodded wearily as he acknowledged Harrison’s complaint. “Ah, well I’m afraid there’s not much that I can do about that particular detail.”

There in Wells’ eyes was a glimmer of intrigue. It was all the reassurance that Reed needed. Slowly he began to loosen his grip on Wells and lower him to the ground. A few inches above it he sought some affirmation from the scientist that another barrage of attacks wouldn’t be coming his way – and he received it by way of a begrudging nod.

Wells dusted himself down and Reed took a few gentle steps back from him.

“You’re not wrong as such, Harrison. I’m not Reed Richards. At least, I’m not your Reed Richards. I come from another world. One like yours in many, many ways – in fact where I come from, you and I have met on several occasions. That’s how I knew how to find you. And it’s how I know that you offer the Flash … assistance from time to time.”

An incredulous look appeared on Harrison’s face.

“I don’t know what you’re t-”

“You don’t have to deny it,” Reed interrupted. “The people of Central City owe you a great debt. I don’t and haven’t always agreed with the methods of my Wells, but there’s no doubting his – and your – commitment to the greater good, Harrison. In both the work you do here at STAR Labs and out there with the Flash.”

Harrison Wells had heard enough.

“That’s enough.”

With a sigh he walked towards one of the hidden twenty-third floor’s walls and placed his hand against it. Without a sound the wall disappeared to reveal the Central City skyline. Yellow orbs mapping out the signs of life in the darkness. Reed watched him studying it. There was a heaviness to him, like a man carrying a secret, the weight of which Richards himself had perhaps only begun to appreciate.

Wells stepped back from the view and placed one of his hands through his thick brown hair.

“Let’s say for a moment that I choose to believe you. Let’s say that I believe that you somehow managed to crack inter-dimensional travel. Why come here? What’s so important about this world?”

This was the part that Reed looked forward to the least.

“Does the name ‘Darkseid’ mean anything to you?”

There was nothing. Not an ounce of recognition in the look that greeted the name. Richards wasn’t sure whether to feel thankful for that or to shake Wells uncontrollably. Even now Darkseid was likely ruling Reed’s home world with an iron fist. He recalled to Wells every last part of their tale – Darkseid’s arrival, Luthor’s defeat and the craft Doom and Reed had built.

“Your world,” Harrison muttered as he tried and failed to comprehend the scale of the destruction. “I’m sorry.”

Reed shook his head defiantly.

“I don’t need you to be sorry, Harrison, I need you to help me get home.”

The time craft was Reed’s only chance of returning home. Where Doom and he had failed, Reed hoped that Wells would succeed. He was a brilliant scientist. Not quite on Reed’s or even that of a Ray Palmer but he had different specialisms, a different approach, and most importantly, an understanding of speed.

If anyone was capable of getting the four of them home, it was Harrison Wells – if he was willing to try.

“There’s plenty of room at the Baxter Building,” Reed promised. “If your Flash is anything like ours, she’ll be able to make do without you for a week or two.”

Wells let out a heavy sigh as if taking the decision caused him physical pain.

“I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have some reservations, Reed, but I’ve always been a sucker for lost causes. Give me a day to get my affairs in order and I’ll be on the first f-”

A beam of light so pure and blinding seemed to stop Wells in his tracks. It had come from out there – something was moving in Central City – and it wasn’t the red-yellow blur that Wells had become so accustomed to.

Reed Richards looked at him confused. “What was that?”

Wells sprinted over to a nearby desk and pressed his thumb down against it. The table sprang into life as a thousand of holographic buttons and symbols appeared on it. In front of Wells appeared four screens with schematics of the city, a frequency scanner, and other useful tidbits of information on it.

“My sensors are going crazy,” Wells muttered as he tried to make sense of the collection of information in front of him. “Whatever caused that thing is it’s moving fast.”

It took Reed a couple of seconds to deduce how to work the panel. “Cameras?”

“I’m working on it.”

Harrison’s fingers typed furiously as he tried to find footage from the city’s many CCTV cameras that could confirm the source. Pictures and videos flashed across the screen of the point of origin of the light. Wells slowed the video over and over again until finally in the blurry image something discernible came into being.

It was a sight familiar to Reed Richards.

“Flash?” Wells called into the microphone. “Can you hear me? What’s going on? What is that thing?”

Reed reached out a hand and placed it on Harrison Wells’ shoulder gently.

“That thing is called the Silver Surfer – he’s the herald of Galactus. If he’s here, that means Galactus isn’t far behind him. Our whole planet is in danger, Harrison. We have to call in everyone – and we need them to get to Central City fast.”
I know @Morden Man has a very unique style, unique to me anyway, when it comes to writing that I just can't even attempt to try.


By unique, Byrd means that he tried to watch me write a post once and it gave him a pounding headache and a nosebleed.

I've heard that reading them can have the same effect.

Central City, Missouri

Four days had passed since the Fantastic Four had arrived in the Baxter Building. It had taken a day for the craft that had brought Reed Richards and his colleagues to be transported to them. The next two he had spent running thousands of projections on the effect potential alterations to the craft’s composition might have. None of them had come back positive. Yesterday Reed had run through the list of those that might be able to help him.

This world’s Doom had been unable to help him. Lex Luthor was the next choice – or so Reed had thought. It seemed that this world’s Lex didn’t quite possess the same zeal of the Luthor that Reed was familiar with. That left a host of names that were either unreachable, not age appropriate, or unfriendly to the cause – including some that had made attempts to Reed’s life back on his Earth.

Only one fit all of the criteria that Richards was searching for – S.T.A.R. Labs founder Harrison Wells.

Reed had met Wells on half a dozen occasions on his own world. He had found him to possess a peculiarly naked kind of ambition. It was a trait that Reed had noticed in Victor von Doom once. Where Reed saw science as exploration, Victor saw it as conquest. There were shades of that to Wells – but he had proved a hardy ally to Barry Allen over the years and Barry’s word was more than enough for Reed.

The reading that Reed had done on this world’s Wells and its Flash had given the super scientist some pause for thought. Whoever was behind the cowl, it certainly wasn’t Barry Allen but Wells still seemed to be providing them with support. Perhaps he could provide the Fantastic Four with some assistance.

Reed was sat in the back seat of a black sedan parked across from the S.T.A.R. Labs building. In the driver’s seat was Guy Gardner – whose crooning along to eighties soft rock Reed had been forced to endure for the entirety of their car journey.

“What’s our plan here, Doc?” Guy called over his shoulder to Reed. “You want I should come with you, give you a little backup, or are you g-”

Gardner let out a startled scream as he made eye contact with Richards in the back. His face was swollen out of recognition. One of his eyes was so bulbous that it was almost the size of a grapefruit and his usually dark brown hair was almost mullet-length on one side and short on the other.

Thick drooping lips let out slurred words. “What’s wrong, Guy?”

“What’s wrong?” Gardner said with bemusement. “What’s wrong with your face?!”

Reed glanced towards one of the sedan’s mirror and let out a wholesome laugh upon noticing his nightmarish appearance.

“Oh, my apologies, I must have got distracted. It’s a trick I learned from an old friend back on my Earth.”

With a click of his fingers, Reed’s features returned to their normal state.

“You see, when I first acquired my powers I subconsciously blocked myself from doing more than stretching and bending my appendages. I think I was worried that if altered my appearance too dramatically I might lose my sense of self and not be the same man afterwards.”

Guy bristled in the front seat. “Yeah, well maybe give me a little warning next time. I almost had a heart attack.”

“My friend Eel was very fond of practical jokes,” Reed said with a wistful smile. “He showed me that with a little imagination my powers were next to limitless. With enough training, I could make myself look like anything or anyone that I wanted to.”

Richards snapped his fingers again and his form shifted into that of a teapot. After a few seconds there was a snap and he was transformed into a mirror image of Guy. Reed lifted up one of his arms playfully and flexed his bicep as Eel might have done. It bounced up and down like something out of an old Popeye cartoon.

Gardner shook his head disapprovingly at the display. “Alright, you proved your point.”

Reed smiled. Suddenly his smile faltered as it dawned upon him that he couldn’t recall the last time that he had spoken to Eel O’Brien. He wasn’t even sure whether Eel was still alive when they’d left their world. It punctured his mood and he slid back in his seat.

He clicked his fingers one last time and the visage of Guy Gardner was replaced with that of Doc Savage – the protagonist from a series of pulp science fiction books Richards had read growing up. Maria Hill had made it very clear that he couldn’t risk being recognised if he ventured out. As long as he didn’t run into any pulp enthusiasts he figured he ought to be alright.

With a few parting words, Reed climbed out of the sedan onto the busy Central City street. Even at night there were still throngs of people dawdling up and down. Reed felt someone’s gaze on him and turned to face it. A Japanese tourist had their viewfinder pointing towards him. He smiled politely, realising he was obstructing their view, and skipped out of their way. The other passersby bore him no mind.

For the first time in a long time Reed Richards knew what it felt like to be “normal” again.

The impulse didn’t last long as one glance back towards the S.T.A.R. Labs building reminded the super scientist why he was there. He had studied the building’s schematics on the journey over and was determined to put them to the test now that he had arrived. He told himself it was some elaborate test of Harrison Wells’ ingenuity but if Reed were being truthful he had been looking for an excuse to break a sweat ever since their run-in with Namor.

The lone night watchman on the front desk was easy enough to bypass. Reed waited for a quiet moment and then melted his form down and slid beneath the building’s locked front entrance. He slid along the ground of the lobby unnoticed towards the elevators. They were outfitted with thermal sensors. A nice touch but not enough to stop Reed. He had no intention of riding the elevator to begin with.

He slid through the crack in the elevator door and snaked his way around the cables. It was tough going. Richards made sure not to set off the tripwires placed on the twelfth and eighteenth floors. It was on the twenty-first floor that things got interesting. Wells’ official office was situated on the twenty-sixth floor but there was a floor – the twenty-third – completely unaccounted for on the schematics. It was no accident.

Reed slid free of the elevator shaft on the twenty-first floor and dabbed the sweat on his forehead with the back of his hand. In the distance he spotted movement. Two armed guards were conversing among themselves – in their hands state-of-the-art weaponry that could have fried Reed on the spot. One of the guards looked up in Reed’s direction for a moment. There was a glimmer of suspicion that passed upon hearing the punch line of his colleague’s laboured joke.

The two walked on and Reed let out a nervous sigh and expanded. He had rendered himself wafer-thin. From dead on he was next to invisible. Had the guard looked at an angle the super scientist’s game would have been up without a doubt. Buoyed by his success, Reed slithered after the men, making sure to observe each of the technological marvels they had been stationed to guard along the way, before breaking towards a nearby restroom.

He wormed his way through the cardhole and made sure not to set off the pressure pads placed discretely beneath the tiles.

“Here goes nothing,” Reed muttered under his breath as he perched on the edge of a sink.

In an instant his body became almost liquid and filled the sink to the brim. Richards grunted as he squeezed his way through the faucet and inched through the limescale-covered pipes. It was slow going and Reed had to hold his breath most of the way – but he arrived on S.T.A.R. Labs secretive twenty-third floor not too worse for wear and without setting off any alarms.

He dusted himself down upon exiting the restroom and made his way toward the faint tapping sound he deduced was Harrison Wells working away into the night.

His deduction proved correct. Haunched over a worktop with a pair of goggles resting atop his head was the man that Reed had travelled across the country to see. He seemed none the wiser as to Richards’ presence there.

“Please don’t take this the wrong way, Harrison, but I think your defences could do with upgrading," Reed called to him with a collegiate smile.
Y'all should just be glad Byrd isn't still DMing people just shouting "POOOOOOOST!" at them. Or, at the very least, he's no longer doing it to me.

Speaking of, next Supes post within the next 24 hours. Probably.


Speaking of things that have long since past. I was on the Hype the other day looking through some old threads and stumbled on this old gem: Create-A-Christmas Carol.

Your finest hour, without a doubt.
Agreed completely. It just was not a fun movie for large stretches


It's difficult to talk about it too much without spoiling anything but I feel like it definitely felt obliged to fall into a similar formula as in the first film. To the point that it almost felt by the numbers.

Given the time that's passed since the first film, that seems like the one thing it shouldn't feel.
So I saw The Incredibles 2 yesterday and was honestly a little bit disappointed.

I thought it was fine. Like, it wasn't actively bad by any means and there were certainly some nice character moments, but it wasn't quite as fun as the first one. I think The Incredibles is essentially the closest thing to a faithful Fantastic Four film we've ever seen (in tone, if in nothing else) and this time around it didn't quite do it for me.

Baxter Building, New York

“Now?!" Sue Storm shouted at the top of her voice. "You don’t look at me for almost two days and now you want to talk? You’re ridiculous!”

It was fair to say that Reed Richards’ attempt to console his fiance hadn’t quite gone as he had hoped. Sue had spent the past five minutes shouting at him. He had started to suspect that letting Johnny go after his sister might have been the right idea after all. But it was too late for that – whether Reed liked it or not they were now having the conversation that he had tried to so desperately to avoid ever since they had disembarked from the Pegasus.

It didn’t help that they were having it through one of Sue’s force fields. She had erected it after Reed had tried to hug her – and now they stood on either side of it embroiled in as serious an argument as they had ever had. It couldn’t have come at a worse time.

“I’m sorry, I just ... I couldn’t get me head around what you agreed to with Namor,” Reed stammered as he tried to make sense of his feelings. He gritted his teeth and pushed his reservations to the back of his mind. “Look, that’s not what matters right now, Sue.”

Sue’s nostrils flared at that. “You might be the smartest man on Earth, but you don’t get to tell me what matters to me, Reed Richards.”

The Atlantean had come between them before on their own world – but never like this. Perhaps with everything that had happened Reed had been too focused on what the four of them had lost rather than what they still had. Either way, regardless of Sue’s protestations he refused to let Namor’s shadow, be it in this world or their own, blot out the more pressing issue at hand.

Franklin Storm.

“I know how much your father meant to you,” Reed said softly as he placed his hand against the force field. “I can’t imagine what it’s like to have to lose him all over again.”

Sue crossed her arms over her chest and let out a laboured breath.

“It wasn’t my father that I was mourning for, Reed, it was myself. Do you know how many times I’ve asked myself what my life might have been like if my parents hadn’t been killed in that car crash? What kind of woman I might have turned out to be?”

Even in the dingy hallway Reed could make out the tears that were forming in Sue’s bright blue eyes.

“This Sue had that,” Sue said as she approached the forcefield slowly. “She had two parents, Reed, and she still found her way to you. Our paths still crossed despite all of the thousands of differences that one change must have created. If our love can overcome all that – if it can overcome time and space – why do you still not trust me?”

The words were like a dagger in Reed’s heart.

He shook his head in shock. “What are you talking about? I trust you with my life, Sue.”

His fiance’s sadness was etched into her face.

“No, no, you don’t. You might say that – you might even think that – but I saw the way you looked at me after I shook Namor’s hand. You genuinely thought that I would throw away everything we have together … and for what?”

Only then did it occur to Reed that he might have made a grave misjudgement.

“I don’t understand.”

“Of course you don’t,” Sue scoffed. “How could you understanding the reasoning of someone whose intellect is so inferior to yours?”

Reed’s hand slipped from the force field. It hurt him that Sue would ever think that he thought that she was somehow beneath him. A thousand rebuttals sped through his mind but he stopped himself before speaking and thought with his heart, as opposed to his mind, for once about how hurt Sue must have felt if she believed that to be true. A deep sense of shame swept over him. One he did not begin to know how to make right.

“You know I don’t think t-”

The sound of Guy Gardner clearing his throat from behind Reed brought an abrupt end to their conversation. He smiled at them apologetically and then thrust his thumb in the direction of the living room.

“Sorry to interrupt but I think there’s something the two of you are probably going to want to see.”

Reed gave Sue a remorseful look and Sue met it with one that made clear their conversation was far from over with. She lowered her force field and followed after Guy and Reed. In the living room Ben and Johnny were on their feet facing someone that Reed couldn’t quite make out.

As they grew closer the features became more and more familiar to him.

It was Reed Richards. At least, it was this world’s version of him. An interactive holographic projection, as like the ones they had seen in Maria Hill’s office, though this one seemed more complex. It seemed to sense Reed’s approach and turned to face him.

“Greetings, my name is Reed Richards. If you’re watching this, I am dead. And you, Reed, have finally mastered inter-dimensional travel, as I always suspected that we might one day. Congratulations. I regret that I cannot be there to congratulate you in person but it would seem that the universe had other plans for me.”

“Two Stretches,” Ben muttered under his breath. “As if one wasn’t bad enough already.”

Sue shot the Thing a disapproving look. “Quiet, Ben.”

The hologram Reed was slighter than him, his cheeks were gaunt where Reed’s were full and plump, but his body language, even the tiny facial movements he made, were so reminiscent of the way that he moved that he found it disorentating.

There was only one difference.

There was a warmth in the other Reeds eyes. Was that what he had looked like once?

“Perhaps you come from a world not too dissimilar from my own – riven with conflict over internecine religious differences and squabbling over scarce resources. Perhaps you come from somewhere else – somewhere more enlightened – where the problems we face seem quaint and anachronistic. But if you made it this far then you have exploration in your blood too.”

The hologram turned away from Reed and started to pace around the living room. It smiled in Sue and Johnny’s direction, as if it could sense that they were there, and ran one of its ‘hands’ along a table for dust. It was remarkable.

“This world needs us, Reed. It’s dying. Slowly but surely, mankind’s endless consumption is going to be its death if we don’t do something about it while we still can. And we are the only ones that can. This isn’t your world, Reed, and you certainly don’t owe it anything – but if you’re even half the man I suspect, you won’t let that stop you.”

The hologram flickered for a moment. The sound of a voice in the distance calling to the other Reed played. It was his Sue’s voice calling to him. The hologram looked over his shoulder at the Sue Storm stood before him, whose hard blue eyes softened slightly under the weight of the hologram’s gaze, and then turned to face Reed a final time.

“The people of this world held me up as its saviour since I was twelve years old, Reed, but clearly I failed them. It falls to you to succeed where I did not. Show them that there is always hope, Reed. Teach them.”

With that the hologram lifted its hand into the air towards Reed. Reed reached out and met it with his own. The second they made contact the hologram disappeared abruptly and left the Fantastic Four and Guy Gardner stood alone in the living room in shock.

For the first time since they had fled their own world, Reed Richards considered the possibility of not returning.
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