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Absolute Comics - A Multi-Fandom Singular Universe Roleplay

I feel I need to preface given the speed of that post that I have a lot of free time at work currently

Absolute Comics - A Multi-Fandom Singular Universe Roleplay

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|| New York, Earth

Ben had stepped outside the book shop for air, hoping to escape the crush of people inside, only to find himself swallowed by an even bigger crowd. The sidewalk was packed shoulder to shoulder, tourists and commuters pushing past him in every direction. He tried to sidestep out of the flow, but every move just put him in someone else’s way. It was the opposite of the quiet moment he had been looking for.

It had been an uneventful week or so since the Forever Knight incident. Max had suggested a road trip to help Ben clear his head, and Ben had been surprised when his parents actually agreed given how overly protective they had been since he came home. Instead they had encouraged it and he was glad they did. Travelling with Gwen and Grandpa Max again felt like old times.

Unfortunately the first stop was New York, for a book signing Gwen had been excited about for weeks, and not even nostalgia could brighten that for him. Cities felt different now. It was the same with Knowhere and the various other alien megacities he had seen. Louder. More claustrophobic. Too many people and too many chances for something to go wrong. He could not shake the feeling that danger lurked around every corner. He had heard the stories about New York’s costumed villains. It was dangerous here.

Grandpa Max didn’t help that feeling. He had muttered more than once that he wasn’t a fan of the current mayor, Wilson Fisk. Apparently the guy ran the city like a dictatorship and had fingers in every pie worth touching. Max had been very clear that once Gwen got her book signed, they were getting back on the road immediately.

Sadly it seemed that the universe had other plans.

A deep boom rolled down the street. People around him froze, then bolted. Sirens wailed. A helicopter dipped low between the buildings. Ben didn’t need more than that. Something was happening. Something big.

So he did what heroes do and ran toward it.

Everyone else sprinted the other way, shoving past him. They were shouting. Panicking. Ben pushed through the tide, his heart hammering, the Omnitrix already warm against his wrist. As he reached the edge of Times Square he realised this was his first time seeing it. The lights, the screens, and the sheer size of it all. Yet he barely registered any of it. His focus was locked on the thing roaring at the center of the chaos.

Whatever it was towered over the square, a creature of mismatched limbs and impossible anatomy, like someone had stitched together pieces of different nightmares and given it life. Its hooves cracked the pavement with every step. Its long, serpentine neck writhed high above. For a second he understood why everyone else was running.

He slammed his hand down on the Omnitrix without slowing.

Green light burst outward and Wildmutt hit the pavement on all fours, muscles coiled and senses exploding in every direction. His body was a mass of powerful orange fur, thick and bristling, with long claws that dug into the pavement and a jaw built for crushing. He had no eyes but he did not need them. Every scent and every vibration painted the world around him with perfect clarity.

The noise hit him first. It felt like a wall of sound that made him wince, with him letting out a low, involuntary whine. He forced himself to breathe. To focus. To filter everything out. Hearing was useless right now, but smell wasn’t.

And there it was. The scent of something ancient and wrong.

The beast.

Wildmutt bounded forward, claws scraping the ground, as he weaved through abandoned cars and overturned vendor carts. As he closed in, he realised the creature’s back was turned to him. It was focused on something else, something or someone directly in front of it. Wildmutt didn’t know what it was, but he just knew it was distracted.

He didn’t hesitate, letting his form’s primal urges take over.

He lunged and clamped his jaws around the creature’s tail. The Beast shrieked and whipped its tail violently. Wildmutt held on, muscles straining, teeth digging in. The Beast snapped its tail again and again, flinging him side to side. One final jerk sent him flying upward.

He crashed through a billboard 30ft above the street, in a shower of sparks and shattered screens.

For a moment everything was still.

Then Four Arms exploded out of the hole, launching himself straight at the creature's face. He hit it with all four fists, hammering into its skull in a rapid, punishing rhythm. It staggered, hooves skidding into rubble.

It gave Ben a moment. Four Arms landed hard on the ground, shaking off the impact and pulling himself upright. His head rang and his arms ached, but he was back in the fight.

The beast reared and swung a clawed foreleg toward him. Four Arms caught it, his muscles bulging as his boots dug trenches into the street. He held the limb back as it pushed against him. Thankfully he pushed harder. With a roar he twisted, throwing the limb aside and forcing the creature off balance.

The beast reared and its massive maw lunged toward him, jaws snapping shut with enough force to crack him in two. Four Arms caught the upper and lower halves before they could close, muscles bulging as he held the creature’s mouth open. His boots dug trenches into the street as it pushed against him, its breath hot and foul against his face. Four Arms pushed back with everything he had, teeth grinding as he forced the jaws apart inch by inch. With a roar he twisted, shoving the maw aside and knocking the creature off balance

It was in this brief lull that he got a proper look at his surroundings.

As all four of his eyes took in the man nearby, and the gleaming blade in his hand, something clicked. Whoever this person was was the person Wildmutt had sensed fighting the creature before Ben had arrived. The one the beast had been locked onto.

Ben met the man’s eyes and gave him a firm nod of acknowledgement. They were clearly in this together.

Then he launched himself back into the fray, grabbing hold of the creature’s neck. All four arms locked around whatever hold he could find, muscles straining as the it thrashed beneath him. He used one of his free hands to drive a few heavy jabs into the side of its skull, each hit landing with a dull thud that barely seemed to register.

“Guessing you know what this thing is,” he called down, breath tight as the beast bucked again.

It reared, and Four Arms felt the truth settle in his gut. The blows he was landing were doing something, but not enough. This thing was built to take punishment, and he and the swordsman were barely slowing it down.

They might be a bit out of their league here.

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|| London

The penthouse suite of the Corinthian Hotel glowed above the Thames, warm light spilling across polished floors and tall glass windows. A small reception was winding down. Guests drifted between conversations, swirling champagne in crystal flutes while the quartet packed away their instruments.

Sir Rowan Mercer, CEO of Mercer Energies, stood near the balcony doors speaking with a member of Parliament. His voice carried the calm and confident, laughing along to his companions comments. He was proud of himself; he had spent months lobbying for the clean energy bill that would be voted on in the morning, and based on polling data it was very likely his efforts would be successful.

“If this passes, we can finally begin phasing out the older reactors,” Mercer beamed . “It will not be immediate, but it will be real progress.”

The MP opposite him smiled. “You have done remarkable work, Rowan. I hope the House listens tomorrow.”

“Oh I’m sure we’ll do splendidly..”

A security guard approached quietly from where he had been perched against the wall, his fingers at his earpiece.

“Sir, your car is ready.”

Mercer excused himself and followed his two man security detail into the private corridor that led to the elevator. The noise of the party faded behind them as the door closed.

His eyes drifted down to his phone as he walked. He was so engrossed that he wasn’t paying attention as the elevator doors slid opened and his evening changed for the worse.

Three mercenaries in matte black gear surged out with weapons raised. The guards reacted instantly, but the shots were fast and suppressed. Both men fell before Mercer could shout for help.

The ringleader stepped forward and levelled his weapon at Mercer’s chest.

“Talon sends their regards.”

Before Mercer could move, the corridor window behind the mercenaries shattered inward.

A streak of blue light hit the floor.

Lena Oxton rose from the crouch it left her in, her goggles flashing amber. Her chronal accelerator pulsed with soft blue light against her chest. She wore a fitted brown bomber jacket with white sleeves, orange leggings and reinforced boots that clicked lightly on the marble. Every part of her outfit looked built for speed and motion.

Her arms jolted out in front of her as she fired a stun burst that dropped the nearest mercenary before he could turn.

She kept moving, grabbing Mercer by the arm.
“Come with me. Now.”

Gunfire erupted, as Lena blinked forward in time. The world smeared into blue light and she and Mercer reappeared further down the corridor as bullets tore into the wall where they had stood.

Mercer stumbled. “Who are you? What is happening?”

“The cavalry,” Lena said. “Move.”

She pushed him toward the stairwell door and fired back down the corridor. She caught the second mercenary in the chest and sent him crashing into the wall.

Only the ringleader remained upright, shouting orders into a comm as he advanced.

Lena shoved Mercer through the stairwell door, ignoring his protests. She immediately groaned as he looked down the stairs before them. Three more mercenaries were already charging up from below, boots pounding against the concrete steps.

Her thoughts flickered, debating the various ways her old teammates would’ve dealt with this. She decided to do it like Genji would. With precision.

“Stay behind me.” She spoke quickly, giving her unwilling companion a quick glance.

The first mercenary reached them.

Lena concentrated and then much like bdfire, she stepped forward into her future. She appeared behind him, swept his legs out from under him, and tagged him with a stun shot before he hit the steps.

The second mercenary trailed him, swinging a baton towards her.

She ducked, blinked past him, and drove her knee into his ribs. He stumbled and she finished him with another blast from her weapon.

The third mercenary fired up the stairs from below, realising that getting up close maybe wasn’t the best approach.

Lena shifted back to avoid the gunfire before jolting forward.

She blinked sideways, dodging another spray of bullets. She reappeared beside him, and slammed her boot into his chest. He toppled backward and rolled down the steps.

“All right. Down we go.” She huffed, looking up towards Mercer who was simply watching with astonishment.

They descended two more flights, Lena doing her best not to keep telling the CEO to hurry up. It was clear that times of crisis didn’t help with her impatience. It was somewhat warranted though, as giving the sounds from above, the ringleader wasn’t far behind.

Lena heard the click. It was the split second warning of a shot about to be fired.

She reached up and pressed her palm against the glowing core of her chronal accelerator. The device flared, its rings spinning into motion as a soft amber pulse built beneath her hand.

The world snapped backward.

Time rewound around her in a swirl of amber light, pulling her body back up the stairs to where she had stood seconds before. The ringleader who had been lining up the shot now found her suddenly closer and off to the side, his aim thrown.

She pushed off the rail, spun, and roundhouse kicked him. He tumbled down two flights of stairs and lay still after a small thud.

In seconds, she was back by Mercer’s side. She deemed it best not to think too much about the body.

They burst through the back exit into a quiet service alley. A lone security officer waved them over, frantic.

“Sir. This way.”

A car idled with its rear door open.

Mercer turned to her, breathless and shaken. “Thank you. Truly. I owe you my life.”

“There is no need for that. Just get in the car. Hurry.” She pleaded. He was safe now, yet she still felt uneasy.

He hesitated for a moment, looking at her with genuine gratitude, as if trying to memorise the face of the stranger who had saved him. Lena felt the weight of it.

She nodded, giving him a knowing smile.

“Go.”

Finally agreeing, he climbed inside the open car door.

A faint glint caught Lena’s eye high up across the street for only a heartbeat.

The car door began to close.

Her stomach dropped.

“Oh no.”

The sniper shot cracked through the night.

Mercer slumped sideways inside the car as the door slammed shut. A thin line of red seeped out beneath the frame and spread across the wet pavement.

Lena stood in the alley, rain beginning to fall again, her pistols hanging uselessly at her sides.

“Brilliant,” she said quietly. “Just brilliant.”

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T R A C E R
T R A C E R

^{"Cheers, love! The cavalry's here!"}

C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y _________________________________________________________ Lena Oxton _________________________________________________________ 26 | British S U P P O R T I N G C A S T S U P P O R T I N G C A S T _________________________________________________________ [+] A L L I E S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Winston is a hyperintelligent gorilla uplifted on the Horizon Lunar Colony. During Overwatch’s operational years, he served as the team’s primary scientific consultant, providing analysis and technical support from a secure off‑site facility. After the fall, he accepted a quiet position within SHIELD’s science division. ◼ Dum Dum Dugan is a veteran S.H.I.E.L.D. operative with decades of field experience. During Overwatch’s operational years, he served as the primary liaison between the task force and S.H.I.E.L.D. ◼ Bobbi Morse AKA Mockingbird is a S.H.I.E.L.D. operative with a background in biology and counterintelligence. She worked alongside Overwatch on several joint missions and briefly had a romantic relationship with Lena before later marrying and returning to full‑time S.H.I.E.L.D. duty. ◼ Genji Shimada is a cybernetically enhanced swordsman who served as one of Overwatch’s most agile infiltration specialists. After the fall, he vanished. ◼ Angela Ziegler is a world class medical researcher who oversaw Overwatch’s medical division. After the collapse, she accepted a consulting role with SHIELD and now focuses on humanitarian work while maintaining discreet ties to her former teammates. ◼ Vivian Chase AKA Sojourn was Tracer’s former captain during her time at Overwatch, with her looking up to her greatly. After the fall of Overwatch, she stepped away from active duty and settled into retirement in Toronto. ◼ The Soldier is a mysterious figure also fighting Talon. A N T A G O N I S T S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Widowmaker is a cold and precise Talon sniper. ◼ Reaper acts as one of Talon’s enforcers. ◼ Sombra is a Talon infiltrator and hacker. ◼ Doomfist was a vicious supervillain Tracer once helped capture. Rumours suggest he now leads Talon. ◼ Taskmaster is a contract mercenary with the ability to mimic any fighting style. ◼ Cheshire is a deadly assassin known for her smiling cat mask and her use of poison. - P O S T C A T A L O G U E P O S T C A T A L O G U E _________________________________________________________ XX - Post Name -

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T ___________________________________________________________________________________ Overwatch operated as a joint SHIELD–UN task force created to respond to crises that exceeded the reach or jurisdiction of any single nation. It worked in the shadows, handling metahuman incidents, rogue science threats, and politically sensitive conflicts that governments could not publicly acknowledge. Its roster blended elite soldiers, intelligence operatives, scientists, and enhanced individuals whose abilities made them uniquely suited for rapid response missions. Lena Oxton, a former RAF pilot, joined the task force after a chronal displacement accident left her body stuck in time. Stabilised by the chronal accelerator she now wears, she became one of Overwatch’s most agile operatives, specialising in infiltration, extraction, and high risk civilian protection. She went by the moniker Tracer, a name that reflected both her abilities and her presence on the field. She formed deep bonds with her teammates and carried the spirit of Overwatch’s idealism even when missions demanded secrecy and sacrifice. The task force collapsed when tensions between Gabriel Reyes, former head of Blackwatch covert operations, and Jack Morrison, former field commander of Overwatch, escalated into open conflict. Their feud culminated in the destruction of Overwatch’s Swiss headquarters, an explosion that killed personnel, shattered public trust, and gave world governments the justification they needed to shut the program down. In the aftermath, members scattered. Some folded into SHIELD, some returned to their home agencies, and others disappeared into private life. Tracer tried to do the same, attempting to build a normal existence away from covert operations. Reports of Talon resurfacing across Europe have pulled her back into action, determined to stop Talon before they gain momentum again. Should note that I’m omitting certain elements from the world of Overwatch in order for this concept to work in this shared universe. Omnics don’t exist for example and obviously the world isn’t as technologically advanced as that in the Overwatch universe. I’m mainly focusing on Overwatch and Talon themselves, rather than the various other factions in the universe. P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) __________________________________________________________________________________ I fell in love with Overwatch and its world when I first started playing it many years ago and eagerly awaited each new lore drop. I always wanted to explore that universe myself and see where the story of Overwatch’s reunion and Talon’s return might lead. This is as good an opportunity as any. We will be following Tracer’s investigation into Talon, taking her across the globe as she attempts to stop their operations. I can see her encountering a range of mercenaries and assassins as she tries to track down their source. At the same time, she will be looking into contacts from her old Overwatch days, potentially leading toward the formation of a new Overwatch. I want to delve deeper into the world of secret agencies, mapping out SHIELD, Overwatch, Talon, and other villainous organisations as they appear. This can hopefully lead to collaboration with anyone else playing characters in similar spaces, such as Captain America or the Winter Soldier. Given the superhero nature of Tracer, she can also work in a wide variety of scenarios, so collaboration is not restricted to the themes above.

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^{"Here goes nothin’"___}

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Yeah, I think the difficulty of including Terminator is that having an apocalyptic future war between humans and machines is necessary for the concept, which really narrows every other character who might want to do future shenanigans (Booster Gold, Legion of Super-Heroes, etc).

@Eddie Brock

I will say, X-Men do alternative futures all the time and that seems to work (although some maybe disagree). Just as long as it’s stated in story that it’s just one possible future rather than THE future

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So does Terminator count? Probably not :p

@darkred

Can’t speak for Wraith but I imagine that would be ok. Just depends on the concept you create a sheet for.

Like what stories would you tell with Terminator in this shared universe? What other characters would you pair them with? As someone who is playing a non Marvel/DC, I think one of the best bits is seeing him interact with characters that he wouldn’t normally interact with.

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T R A C E R
T R A C E R

^{"Cheers, love! The cavalry's here!"}

C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y _________________________________________________________ Lena Oxton _________________________________________________________ 26 | British S U P P O R T I N G C A S T S U P P O R T I N G C A S T _________________________________________________________ [+] A L L I E S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Winston is a hyperintelligent gorilla uplifted on the Horizon Lunar Colony. During Overwatch’s operational years, he served as the team’s primary scientific consultant, providing analysis and technical support from a secure off‑site facility. After the fall, he accepted a quiet position within SHIELD’s science division. ◼ Dum Dum Dugan is a veteran S.H.I.E.L.D. operative with decades of field experience. During Overwatch’s operational years, he served as the primary liaison between the task force and S.H.I.E.L.D. ◼ Bobbi Morse AKA Mockingbird is a S.H.I.E.L.D. operative with a background in biology and counterintelligence. She worked alongside Overwatch on several joint missions and briefly had a romantic relationship with Lena before later marrying and returning to full‑time S.H.I.E.L.D. duty. ◼ Genji Shimada is a cybernetically enhanced swordsman who served as one of Overwatch’s most agile infiltration specialists. After the fall, he vanished. ◼ Angela Ziegler is a world class medical researcher who oversaw Overwatch’s medical division. After the collapse, she accepted a consulting role with SHIELD and now focuses on humanitarian work while maintaining discreet ties to her former teammates. ◼ Vivian Chase AKA Sojourn was Tracer’s former captain during her time at Overwatch, with her looking up to her greatly. After the fall of Overwatch, she stepped away from active duty and settled into retirement in Toronto. ◼ The Soldier is a mysterious figure also fighting Talon. A N T A G O N I S T S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Widowmaker is a cold and precise Talon sniper. ◼ Reaper acts as one of Talon’s enforcers. ◼ Sombra is a Talon infiltrator and hacker. ◼ Doomfist was a vicious supervillain Tracer once helped capture. Rumours suggest he now leads Talon. ◼ Taskmaster is a contract mercenary with the ability to mimic any fighting style. ◼ Cheshire is a deadly assassin known for her smiling cat mask and her use of poison. - P O S T C A T A L O G U E P O S T C A T A L O G U E _________________________________________________________ XX - Post Name -

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T ___________________________________________________________________________________ Overwatch operated as a joint SHIELD–UN task force created to respond to crises that exceeded the reach or jurisdiction of any single nation. It worked in the shadows, handling metahuman incidents, rogue science threats, and politically sensitive conflicts that governments could not publicly acknowledge. Its roster blended elite soldiers, intelligence operatives, scientists, and enhanced individuals whose abilities made them uniquely suited for rapid response missions. Lena Oxton, a former RAF pilot, joined the task force after a chronal displacement accident left her body stuck in time. Stabilised by the chronal accelerator she now wears, she became one of Overwatch’s most agile operatives, specialising in infiltration, extraction, and high risk civilian protection. She went by the moniker Tracer, a name that reflected both her abilities and her presence on the field. She formed deep bonds with her teammates and carried the spirit of Overwatch’s idealism even when missions demanded secrecy and sacrifice. The task force collapsed when tensions between Gabriel Reyes, former head of Blackwatch covert operations, and Jack Morrison, former field commander of Overwatch, escalated into open conflict. Their feud culminated in the destruction of Overwatch’s Swiss headquarters, an explosion that killed personnel, shattered public trust, and gave world governments the justification they needed to shut the program down. In the aftermath, members scattered. Some folded into SHIELD, some returned to their home agencies, and others disappeared into private life. Tracer tried to do the same, attempting to build a normal existence away from covert operations. Reports of Talon resurfacing across Europe have pulled her back into action, determined to stop Talon before they gain momentum again. Should note that I’m omitting certain elements from the world of Overwatch in order for this concept to work in this shared universe. Omnics don’t exist for example and obviously the world isn’t as technologically advanced as that in the Overwatch universe. I’m mainly focusing on Overwatch and Talon themselves, rather than the various other factions in the universe. P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) __________________________________________________________________________________ I fell in love with Overwatch and its world when I first started playing it many years ago and eagerly awaited each new lore drop. I always wanted to explore that universe myself and see where the story of Overwatch’s reunion and Talon’s return might lead. This is as good an opportunity as any. We will be following Tracer’s investigation into Talon, taking her across the globe as she attempts to stop their operations. I can see her encountering a range of mercenaries and assassins as she tries to track down their source. At the same time, she will be looking into contacts from her old Overwatch days, potentially leading toward the formation of a new Overwatch. I want to delve deeper into the world of secret agencies, mapping out SHIELD, Overwatch, Talon, and other villainous organisations as they appear. This can hopefully lead to collaboration with anyone else playing characters in similar spaces, such as Captain America or the Winter Soldier. Given the superhero nature of Tracer, she can also work in a wide variety of scenarios, so collaboration is not restricted to the themes above.

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^{"Here goes nothin’"___}

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|| Approximately 62 miles from Bellwood, Earth

Agent Marcus Hale pushed aside a low branch and signalled his squad forward, boots sinking into damp soil as they followed the trail deeper into the forest. The sun was dipping behind the treeline, turning everything a muted gold that did nothing to ease the knot in his stomach.

S.W.O.R.D. had sent in Hale’s mobile containment division a few days ago now. They had been combing this stretch of the East Coast since then, tracking the Brood pack that had crawled out of the crashed pod. Each new sign brought them closer, tightening the circle around their quarry.

Too close, Hale thought.

He had read every file S.W.O.R.D. had on the Brood. Every incursion. Every casualty report. Every grainy helmet‑cam recording of chitinous shapes tearing through containment teams. He knew their biology, their hive structure, their hunting patterns.

Knowing was one thing. Actually facing them was another.

“Trail’s still fresh. Multiple sets. Moving fast.” murmured Agent Ruiz, scanning the ground.

Hale nodded. Ruiz was the new of the team, only 22, yet Hale trusted him completely. He’d even given a toast at his wedding a few months ago.

The forest floor was torn up in long, purposeful lines. Trees were gouged. The underbrush flattened. Clearly something had been here recently.

“Eyes sharp. They’re close.” Hale said quietly.

The squad moved in a tight formation, rifles raised, flashlights cutting thin beams through the thickening shadows. The forest around them felt wrong. Too quiet. Too expectant.

They reached a small clearing near a stream. Hale stopped short.

A deer lay collapsed near the waterline. It wasn’t moving. Its flank was torn open in long, ragged strips, ribs exposed where something had ripped through with methodical force. The ground around it was churned and darkened, the soil disturbed by claws that had pinned it down.

Hale felt his stomach twist. The files had warned him what Brood feeding looked like, but seeing the aftermath in person was something else entirely.

A twig snapped.

Hale froze.

Another snap.

Then a low, rhythmic clicking.

The squad tightened instantly, forming a defensive circle. Flashlights swung through the trees.

Shapes shifted between the trunks. Chitin glinted. Eyes reflected back the beams of light.

Hale’s breath caught. Seeing them through a screen had not prepared him for the size of their insecticide bodies, the stillness, the predatory focus. The Brood moved with a terrifying patience, circling the squad with the quiet confidence of creatures that had already decided the outcome.

“Sir… we’ve got at least 6. Maybe 7.” Ruiz whispered.

Hale swallowed. “Hold formation. No sudden moves.”

Then he noticed something strange.

Thin metal chains wrapped around the Brood’s limbs and thoraxes, trailing upward into the canopy. He followed the lines with his eyes, but the branches above were swallowed in shadow.

Someone was controlling them. Someone strong enough to leash a Brood pack.

The clicking stopped.

The forest held its breath.

Then a voice drifted down from somewhere above them.

“Feast.”

The Brood surged forward.

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I think I’m going to withdraw my Spider-Man application. Besides preferring Eddie’s post to my own, I realise I don’t have a massive passion for this idea like I do with Ben and a few others I’ve been turning over in my head.

May try a different idea at one point soon, but for now I’m happy with just Ben

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Alright, Webheads, by the rules, you now have 72-hours to submit in-character sample posts for the characters.

May the best Spidey win!

@Lord Wraith

Here’s one I wrote earlier…

Hider

The morning sun hadn’t even burned off the last of the street‑level haze when the first THOOM rattled the block.

A small corner bank sat at the center of the chaos, its front window blown outward in a perfect concussive circle that scattered glass across the sidewalk in a glittering halo. Morning foot traffic had vanished, replaced by the echo of sirens and the sharp smell of scorched concrete.

Three police cruisers were already parked at angles in the street, doors open, officers crouched behind them with guns drawn.

And standing on the hood of a dented sedan behind the bank, legs spread wide, quilted yellow suit puffed out like a deranged oven mitt…

Shocker.

He fired another concussive blast at the cops, the gauntlets whining as they charged.

“BACK OFF! I SAID BACK OFF! I GOT A SCHEDULE TODAY!”

One of the officers ducked as a shockwave tore a crater out of the asphalt beside him.

Then a voice drifted down from above, casual as a man commenting on the weather.

“This is not the day to be doing this, Herman.”

Two quick THWIP THWIP shots snapped through the air. Webbing splattered across Shocker’s shoulder and the side of his mask, jerking his aim off‑target.

Shocker staggered, swiping at the sticky mess.

Spider‑Man dropped from a webline and landed lightly on the roof of a nearby delivery van. The red and blue suit caught the morning light in sharp, clean lines, the white eye lenses narrowing as he took in the scene. He held a slightly dented white cake box under one arm, like he had swung straight from a bakery into a war zone.

Shocker finally ripped the webbing free and hurled it aside.

“It is never the day for this, you idiot!”

He fired.

The blast hit the van like a freight train. Spider‑Man barely had time to leap clear before the shockwave caught him mid air and hurled him sideways.

He crashed through a mailbox with a metallic WHANG, the box exploding into a spray of letters, envelopes fluttering down like sad confetti.

Spider‑Man groaned, peeling himself out of the twisted metal.

“Great. Now my day is ruined and so is the postal service.”

Shocker jumped off the car, stomping toward him.

“I don’t care about the fucking postal service!”

Spider‑Man blinked.
“Harsh words, Herman. The mail carriers of America will be devastated.”
He looked at the shredded envelopes around him.
“And also out of a job, apparently.”

Shocker fired again. Spider‑Man rolled, webbed a lamppost, and slingshotted himself forward. He landed on Shocker’s shoulders, riding him like a malfunctioning carnival ride.

“Herman, buddy, you have to stop robbing banks. It is 2026. Nobody carries cash anymore.”

Shocker flailed, firing wildly. A shockwave blew out a storefront window. Another sent a parked scooter tumbling end over end.

Spider‑Man flipped off him, landed behind, and fired two quick web shots.

THWIP THWIP.

Both gauntlets glued together.

Shocker stared at his hands.

“Oh come on!”

Spider‑Man stepped in and delivered a clean spinning kick to the side of Shocker’s head. Herman toppled like a sack of laundry, hitting the pavement with a heavy thud.

Silence.

Spider‑Man dusted off his hands, retrieved the cake box from the wreckage of the mailbox, and winced at the new dent in the lid.

He turned to the cops, gesturing at the unconscious villain.

“He is all yours, boys.”

One of the officers nodded, still wide eyed.

Spider‑Man checked his watch, sighed, and swung off down the street, trailing a faint sprinkle of crushed envelope paper behind him.