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4 days ago
Current The Wolfman (starring Lon Chaney Jr.), Silver Bullet, The Howling, and Dog Soldiers are all good werewolf movies, what are you on about?
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4 days ago
@IAmTheIsland no, but you do get to brag that you pay good money for the privilege of- (checks notes) "entering a grocery store"...
6 days ago
I dunno, probly
8 days ago
I ain't afraid of no basilisk, for I am the chosen one, armed with occam's razor and aided by pavlov's dog and shcrodingers cat, nobody can stop me
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10 days ago
@wheels depending on the context you can often get away with leaving the title for last. If you insist on a title while writing, a "working title" is a placeholder until you think of something better

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Bios are stupid; oh, sure, everyone can see them, but I bet nobody reads them.

Rude hand gestures and shpadoinkle, there.

No, I wasn't drunk when I wrote this, but I was very tired.

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yay, posted! and it isn't terrible lol
Rick Wheeler


After a brief exchange with Felix, Rick decided he wasn't all too concerned with whether or not Felix was even supposed to be there. He didn't seem like he was up to anything like stealing (what was even here to steal, anyway?), and he didn't seem like the thieving type, anyway. This Felix character was there to use a telescope, and was looking for the professor.

"Well, I'm not sure where the prof is, at the moment, but she probably wouldn't mind, anyway." He smirked, "Besides, I don't think anybody would complain about more people wanting to come here... Probably."

Felix had brought their own telescope, and set it up, talking about some 'bizarre phenomena', which was why he'd come to see the professor. "No kidding? Any chance I could take a look?" As Rick leaned down to look, Felix had begun describing, in detail, the strange stellar object. As he caught sight of it, Felix's voice faded until he couldn't hear him anymore...

Weird; Rick felt like... He was floating, like he was out in space with it! It looked like a big machine, and it was in pretty rough shape! It almost looked like some kind of animal!

In a flash, he was suddenly somewhere else, watching a space station or something being torn into by alien craft like sharks with a whale carcass!

Another flash, and he's on the ground again- oh man, did the prof put something weird in his water bottle? He could've sworn he was inside a motorcycle helmet, or something, and his own breathing was pretty loud in his ears. The visor was broken, so he had a pretty clear view of- sweet christmas, it was a warzone! He had a short sword, like a gladius, in hand and his vision dropped onto someone else. They were dressed in some kind of red outfit, with a bleeding wound in their back, crawling away from him as sparks from from his damaged helmet-

And than he came back to reality. Rick was on his back, where they'd set up the telescope, and his head hurt- he figured he must fallen when he saw... Whatever all of that was.

He was panting, and wasn't quite hearing what Felix and Professor Luna were trying to say to him, he simply cut them off, "-What the F#$% was that!?"
it's been awhile, everybody ok? We all still here for this?
I'm... Not confident, at this point. I want to keep going, but this isn't working. Sorry for wasting your time, but I'm calling it here.
going to get a post out later tonight, or early tomorrow

Edit to add: I'm handwaving that rule, because the only possible way you'd survive the ensuing battle would've been as part of a group, hopefully armed.

This is my second time running this particular scenario, and my first time running it for a solo player... Getting a feeling this particular one needs some re-writing and re-balancing options...

This will be the only time I hold back going forward, I just don't want it to end before the story has really gotten off the ground.
ok, going to get a post out later tonight!

Edit: struggling with focus, I'll try to get a post up soon, don't let me hold things up.
"Dang, that looks bad... Hey Poindexter, let's find our new crater, poke it with a stick!"
I haven't really thought about it. I figure the mentor/whoever actually gives us our morphers will have premade weapons for each power set; I'll work with what they give me.
Rick Wheeler


Well, of all the possible ways Rick could have found himself spending his afternoon/evening, he supposed this wasn't the worst... It also wasn't the greatest, but, he'd settle for 'not bad'.

It was a short and simple story; someone picked a fight with him, and he finished it. Unfortunately, finishing it also made him look like the aggressor, and he was given detention while they figured out what further action to take.

A 'Doctor Luna' had stepped in, and thought some 'volunteer work' at the observatory would at least count towards disciplinary action. For what it was worth, they decided it was good enough, and he was her problem, for now.

As for Rick's problems? Well, he huffed bitterly as he pushed the broom around the lab, giving a disdainful look over his shoulder at the doctor, when her back was turned. He might have appreciated the gesture if it was anyone else- but she knew his father. This was essentially his doing, he was sure of it, so he knew his father was going to hear about it, so soon enough, he'd get the traditional family greeting: "What have you done, now?"

Still, it wasn't so bad... Some of the papers and materials looked, well... Kind of cool, actually. He never thought of himself as a stargazer, but... With everything going on in his life, and the colonization efforts, maybe there's something better for him out there?
When he looked back, however, the gargoyles were gone, and where they'd stood, a pile of splintered bones, topped with the skull of the... Thing, like some kind of offering.
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