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The Immoral Iron Fist

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^{_{B I R T H N A M E ♦ O C C U P A T I O N ♦ L O C A T I O N ♦ A F F I L I A T I O N}}

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T:

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^{”I’m gonna dragon kick your ass into the Mily Way!"}

Danny Rand grew up in the lap of luxury. His father Wendall Rand ran Rand industries and was able to more than provide for his family, leading Danny to become a spoiled rotten upperclass kid with an unusual family pass time. Wendall didn’t like to talk about the origin of his obsession with martial arts but he was very adamant about sharing his passion with his son. Wendall paid top dollar for his son to train with some of the greatest martial artists on the planet. Danny didn’t complain as he enjoyed the power he felt came with getting in shape and learning to fight better than your average joe. However, despite his excellence in martial arts, Danny was more of a blemish on his family’s high held reputation. He abused his family’s fortune to throw wild and destructive parties, fly around the world and generally showboat his martial arts prowess. This came to a head though when his father finally had enough and cut Danny off after yet another wild party. Danny was set up with a small apartment in Manhattan and told he would have to make it on his own if he ever hoped to win back his family’s trust and be accepted back into the family fortune.

Around the same time Sparrow of K’un-Lun was experiencing a similar exile from her normal way of life at the hands of her own family. Her situation was a little worse all things considered. Her brother Davos had made an attempt on the title of K’un-Lun’s champion after losing to Shu-Hu in the final test to gain the title. Against tradition Davos attempted to forcibly gain the power of the Iron Fist for himself by sneaking out of the city and to the shrine to dunk his fists in molten heart of Shou-Lao, the undying dragon. Sparrow, seeing her brother heading to the shrine, warned her father The Thunderer and the protectors of K’un-Lun. The horde of people rushed Davos but they couldn’t get to him before he dunked one of his arms in the stunning yellow stew. The Thunderer tackled his son but the damage was done as Davos now had half the power of the Iron Fist which was more than enough to amp up own martial prowess to super-human levels. Davos now easily fought off his attackers while Sparrow watched in horror. Sparrow knew she was out of her league against Davos and instead opted to grab the cauldron of molten dragon heart. Davos tried to chase her down but the K’un-Lun protectors and her father managed to keep him busy as she made her way back to the city.

Sparrow knew there was nowhere in the realm that she could hide from Davos for long so she instead looked towards the massive gates that seemed to lead to nowhere for decades at a time. However, as Sparrow approached with the cauldron, a storm began to pick up around the gate with the faint outline of a rope bridge visible just beyond the veil. Without much of a choice, Sparrow rushed through the gate finding herself on Earth. After escaping the mountains and making her way to civilization Sparrow began to formulate a plan. She remembered her father telling stories of the last Iron Fist, a man from Earth who had somehow slipped into K’un-Lun as a child and grew up to win the tournament and become the immortal Iron Fist. The last Iron Fist gave up the power willingly in order to live out the rest of his life on Earth which is where Sparrow’s plan came from. She would venture out and find the last Iron Fist and beg him to return to K’un-Lun, using the power of the Iron Fist held in the cauldron, and save the city from Davos.

Going off the few clues Sparrow remembered from the stories, she made her way to America, starting her search in New York. After a few days of searching Sparrow was exhausted, using what little resources she had managed to smuggle out of K’un-Lun to look for an obscure superhero in a land where they were commonplace. In her exhaustion she didn’t notice the men pining after the fancy bucket she was carrying. Sparrow was taken by surprise in an ally as one of the men bashed her over the head in an attempt to knock her out. The blow knocked the cauldron from her hands but she managed to keep awake and begin her counterattack. However, she wouldn’t be alone as a man ran from the street to her rescue and began using his own assortment of punches, kicks and palm-strikes to fight off the men alongside her. Things were going well until one the men got a lucky blow on Sparrow’s savour knocking him down next to the cauldron. Sparrow’s eyes widened in despair and fear as the man decided to use the cauldron as an impromptu weapon, dipping his hand in the liquid that the cauldron held and clocking one of the men with the stone and metal vessel.

Danny’s first attempt at heroism had resulted in him nearly killing a thug with a superpower punch and a ornate pot, a furious martial artist/owner of the magic bowl and, a new career path set out before him. After a lot of yelling from Sparrow the two introduced themselves to one another and Sparrow explained her problem and the fact that Danny was now a very major setback too said plan. Danny offered to help Sparrow track down the previous Iron Fist so he could hand the power over. Sparrow reluctantly agreed as she admittedly wasn’t even certain how the last Iron Fist gave up the power willingly in the fist place. Wendall was devastated when he heard his son went missing but Danny felt better than ever now that he could go out show-boating his new powers around the world as they followed the trail of the last Iron Fist.

C H A R A C T E R M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S:

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I can’t remember when but I’d applied with this very same premise to one of these games a while back. I never ended up getting to write very much of it but it’s one of my biggest regrets in terms of RPs as I loved the concept to death. I’m really hoping that this time I’ll be able to flesh out all the ideas I had for Danny and Sparrow and write something that I’m happy with. As for character goals Danny and Sparrow will be traveling around the world looking for the last Iron Fist in order to get someone more qualified than the two of them to kick Davos’ ass. This tracking will mostly go down by Danny using his powers to detect sites where a load of Chi was used like when someone uses the Iron Fist. Getting to these sites Danny would get glimpses of the last Iron Fist using his powers in some way. Through these sites Danny would learn new Iron Fist techniques, expanding his arsenal and helping him and Sparrow find their Kung-Fu saviour. Over the course of the journey Danny would be helping Sparrow but also actively trying to prove himself good enough to live up to the name of Iron Fist initially as another way to showboat and brag but eventually he’d just want to since the mantle gives him purpose. Over the course of their adventures Davos would also send assassins, monsters and everything else in-between after Danny and Sparrow in an attempt to get the other fist of the Iron Fist.

C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:

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◼ Sparrow refuses to call Danny Iron Fist for the same reason she didn’t dunk her hand in Shou-Lao’s molten heart herself. The Iron Fist is a position held in high regard among K’un-Lun culture and Sparrow adamantly believes in her culture’s values and practices.

◼ Danny can channel the power of the Iron Fist all over his body but his techniques are most powerful coming from his right hand, which glows bright yellow where the molten heat of Shou-Lao touched but only when using his one of said techniques.

◼ Davos is superior to Danny in almost every way, that’s why Sparrow doesn’t break down and just train Danny to beat Davos.

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Danny Rand, Amateur Hero, Professional Asshole

Danny stood with a vacant look on his face as he stared at all the clothes in the thrift shop. It was a far fall from getting suits custom made and flown in from some distant corner of the world but he knew he had to make do. Snapping back to reality Danny went back to looking for his new get up that would fire him into stardom along with the likes of Captain America, Wonder Woman and Bon Jovi. He walked past jean jackets, leather jackets, leather pants and all sorts of goofy secondhand clothes. As he looked around he began to zone out again as he imagined himself kicking ninja ass with his souped up arm.

“Can I help you find what you’re looking for?” asked a store employee as Danny was once more got snapped out of his own head.

[color=limen]”Got anything green and kick-ass looking?”[/color] Danny’s response was more so a stream of consciousness than a premeditated thought.

“Uhh, I think we have a green tracksuit?” the woman said, slightly caught off guard by Danny’s sudden blurt, as she fished out the vest and pants off a rack that was stuffed too full to be able to discern any of the clothes from each other. Danny took the clothes and walked to a changing room near the back of the store. He wasn’t very jazzed about the suit but he also wanted to save himself the embarrassment so he decided to give the two piece suit a shot. While Danny changed into the old suit, a frail looking woman entered the store and began to look around for nothing in particular. The only employee on shift went to ask if the elderly lady needed help finding anything.

“How about all the cash in the register?” she said in a deep voice as she deftly drew a gun from his little old purse. The store clerk was surprised and immediately put her hands in the air. The two walked tensely to the cash register and the clerk opened the till, beginning to hand over the small amount of cash and cupping change in her hands. All was going well for the villain known as Madame Fatal. That was until Danny stepped out of the changing room wearing the run down and faded green and yellow tracksuit.

”Hey, you should really think about sticking a mirror in there, it’d spe-“

“Hands in the air asshat!” yelled Mr.Fatal, swinging his aim in Danny’s direction.

Danny’s arms shot above his head, staring the gun right down the barrel. If he was closer he might be able to disarm the cross-dressing criminal but being at the other end of the store he was out of luck. Madame Fatal turned back to the terrified clerk, holding his purse to the woman’s change filled hands as she dumped the change in the bag. Danny’s mind raced, grasping for a way to get his hands on Madame Fatal. His mind began to think back to Sparrow telling him about all the things the old Iron Fists could supposedly do, namely firing bolts of chi from a bow or a gun. He hadn’t gotten a whole lot of information about how to go about the technique or if the long range weapon was a requirement of the move but at the moment it seemed like his only option. He figured maybe if he willed it hard enough and went with his gut on what to do he could let loose something to close the gap. Closing his eyes, Danny focused his chi like Sparrow had been teaching him and felt the life force of that dragon flow through him. His right hand contorted into an awkward ‘hang-loose’ gesture and he snapped his eyes open, zeroing in on the deceptively undecrepit thug. Danny held his breathe and brought his hand down in a flicking motion to fire his bolt of pure chi. What really happened was a whole lot of nothing coming from his hand and Madame Fatal spinning around to face Danny again, gun trained on his chest.

With less of a plan than before and frazzled fiend ready to end his heroic career with a bang. Danny decided to make one last ditch effort as he ducked down and lobbed a heavily overfilled rack of clothes into the air and at Madame Fatal. Gun shots rang out over the once quite afternoon as Fatal tried to fire at Danny through the incoming rack, only for the thick padding to stop the bullets and come crashing into him, sprawling him across the floor. Given his chance, Danny closed the distance as quickly as he could but Madame Fatal was already getting to his feet and once again taking aim at the track-suit clad titan. Focusing his chi again, Danny brought a chi empowered left jab straight to the man’s stomach, sending Madame Fatal through the shop’s window into the full view of the neighbourhood.

Still in a half crouched position Danny paused. He half expected to wake up outside the pearly gates or somewhere far worse but the fact that he could still feel the musty smell of the tracksuit in his nostrils let him know that he was still breathing. Danny stood up properly and looked out the shattered window with a smirk before turning his attention back to the frightened store clerk. That’s when the gravity of the damage he had done really settled in with the busted window and broken rack.

”I’ll take the suit!” Danny exclaimed as he quickly took out his wallet and slapped down 25 dollars in cash and proceeded to sprint out of the store before the police arrived, leaving the employee in shock. Danny didn’t stop running until he got back to his motel room where he proceeded to swear like a sailor as he realized he’d left his own clothes in the changing room.

P O S T C A T A L O G:

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Tales yet to be told...

DC Universe: Genesis - Justice For All

THE (UNFORTUNATELY) UNFORGETTABLE

Plastic Man

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^{_{Patrick “Eel” O’Brian ♦ Flex Armstrong Quality Inspector ♦ Mammoth, Montana}}

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T:

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^{”I've got nothin“}

Pat’s life has been a hard but manageable one. With a nasty but ever present family life and an almost non-existent social life, Eel’s life took a morally dubious turn early on in life which consisted largely of being a juvenile delinquent and barely turning his life around a little later in life. The main claim to fame that the town of Mammoth had was it’s Stretch Armstrong factory, one that had been the cornerstone of the local economy since the 90s. Naturally Eel found himself employed there after trying to turn a straighter edge.

He found no amount of satisfaction with his new career but it was a lot less stressful for the would-be criminal. As time went on Pat’s dissatisfaction grew up to the point that he’d heard rumours floating around from some of his old buddies that they were planning a robbery of the plant and skipping town. With the intoxicating allure of his old life calling, Pat offered to help out which brings us to the beginning of our story…

C H A R A C T E R M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S:

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Honestly the main reason I’m applying with Plastic is because a certain someone said it’d be a good fit for me. I’ve been a HUGELY passive fan of Plastic Man ever since I first discovered him watch Brave and the Bold when I was little and subsequently read up on him in my DC encyclopedia. I’ve had quite a few characters that I’ve wanted to write for a while but just haven’t because I felt I couldn’t do them justice. Now I’m coming to realize that sounds stupid and I should just go for it and give it a shot.

C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:

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Wolfgang “Woozy” Winks - Eel’s best (and only) friend. The two have known each other for most of their lives. Hates his nickname but puts up with Pat calling him it since they’ve known each other so long.

S A M P L E P O S T:

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Plastic Man Issue No.0: The Good, the Bad and, the Plastic Part 1

The day was droning on for one Patrick O’Brain and he stretched and prodded yet another toy before absentmindedly checking off some boxes and packing it away for final approval. Pat looked at the clock (which would have read not close enough to quitting time no matter it’s hands position) before turning to his only real pal he still had. Wolfgang “Woozy” Winks hadn’t been particularly close with Pat when they and other kids used to cause trouble around town but out of that group they were the only two that decided crime didn’t pay enough. Repeating the same process that Pat had just finished, Woozy caught Pat’s gaze and turned to him.

“Whatcha looking at?” Woozy asked, checking some boxes without really looking.

“You ever miss puttering around town with the guys? I mean don’t get me wrong I love sitting around eight hours a day yanking the same rubber arms and heads day in day out but the thrill of ye olden times ju-“

“The heads don’t stretch, you haven’t been trying ta’ stretch the heads have you?”

“What? No! I’m just using it as an example Woozy, but that’s not the point.” Pat retorted turning away from Woozy as he tried to find something new to stare at for his wistful speech. When he wasn’t satisfied with the brown bricks as his muse, Pat just turned back to Woozy.

"I'm thinking about doing something stupid-"

“As opposed to normally?”

“Seriously Wooz, I can’t take the monotony anymore! I’m a MAN! I need to be free!” Pat exclaimed as he stood up on his chair and put one of his legs on the work table.

“I’ve been chained for too long! Shackled to ideals put forth by pencil-pushing-penny-chasers from years long gone! Well no more! From this moment forward Patrick O’Brain is salve to the wage no more!” the passionate man furiously shook his fist to the heavens to accentuate his point “From this moment forward Patrick O’Brian will be tearing this town a new o-“

BEEEEEEEEEEEP went the end of day buzzer and with that Patrick quickly got down from his impromptu pedestal and picked up his jacket, heading for the main computer to clock out. Meanwhile, still sat at the large worktable stared a bewildered Woozy… and about another dozen quality inspectors.

Once outside, greeted by the cool summer night, Patrick took out his barely functional phone and called his old buddy Tacs. As the dial-tone went on and on Pat began to come down from his adrenaline high. Was he really going to go back on everything he built here? The new life he carved out while trying his best to distance himself from the old one?

“Tacs, yo’ve got yourself a hombre on the inside. When’s this whole shebang going down?”

P O S T C A T A L O G:

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ISSUE NO.1 coming soon!

Fallout: Independence

Grognak was nearly knocked off his feet but rather fall to the pain, Grognak continued to ford on. The supermutant yelled out in a mix of pain and anger as he continued for gate. Sensing the seriousness of the situation, Grognak brought his other hand around to wield his sword with both hands.

"Grognak comes for your teeth!" The supermutant yelled into the night.

DC Universe: Genesis - Justice For All

THE (UNFORTUNATELY) UNFORGETTABLE

Plastic Man

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^{_{Patrick “Eel” O’Brian ♦ Flex Armstrong Quality Inspector ♦ Mammoth, Montana}}

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T:

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^{”I've got nothin“}

Pat’s life has been a hard but manageable one. With a nasty but ever present family life and an almost non-existent social life, Eel’s life took a morally dubious turn early on in life which consisted largely of being a juvenile delinquent and barely turning his life around a little later in life. The main claim to fame that the town of Mammoth had was it’s Stretch Armstrong factory, one that had been the cornerstone of the local economy since the 90s. Naturally Eel found himself employed there after trying to turn a straighter edge.

He found no amount of satisfaction with his new career but it was a lot less stressful for the would-be criminal. As time went on Pat’s dissatisfaction grew up to the point that he’d heard rumours floating around from some of his old buddies that they were planning a robbery of the plant and skipping town. With the intoxicating allure of his old life calling, Pat offered to help out which brings us to the beginning of our story…

C H A R A C T E R M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S:

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Honestly the main reason I’m applying with Plastic is because a certain someone said it’d be a good fit for me. I’ve been a HUGELY passive fan of Plastic Man ever since I first discovered him watch Brave and the Bold when I was little and subsequently read up on him in my DC encyclopedia. I’ve had quite a few characters that I’ve wanted to write for a while but just haven’t because I felt I couldn’t do them justice. Now I’m coming to realize that sounds stupid and I should just go for it and give it a shot.

C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:

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Wolfgang “Woozy” Winks - Eel’s best (and only) friend. The two have known each other for most of their lives. Hates his nickname but puts up with Pat calling him it since they’ve known each other so long.

S A M P L E P O S T:

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Plastic Man Issue No.0: The Good, the Bad and, the Plastic Part 1

The day was droning on for one Patrick O’Brain and he stretched and prodded yet another toy before absentmindedly checking off some boxes and packing it away for final approval. Pat looked at the clock (which would have read not close enough to quitting time no matter it’s hands position) before turning to his only real pal he still had. Wolfgang “Woozy” Winks hadn’t been particularly close with Pat when they and other kids used to cause trouble around town but out of that group they were the only two that decided crime didn’t pay enough. Repeating the same process that Pat had just finished, Woozy caught Pat’s gaze and turned to him.

“Whatcha looking at?” Woozy asked, checking some boxes without really looking.

“You ever miss puttering around town with the guys? I mean don’t get me wrong I love sitting around eight hours a day yanking the same rubber arms and heads day in day out but the thrill of ye olden times ju-“

“The heads don’t stretch, you haven’t been trying ta’ stretch the heads have you?”

“What? No! I’m just using it as an example Woozy, but that’s not the point.” Pat retorted turning away from Woozy as he tried to find something new to stare at for his wistful speech. When he wasn’t satisfied with the brown bricks as his muse, Pat just turned back to Woozy.

"I'm thinking about doing something stupid-"

“As opposed to normally?”

“Seriously Wooz, I can’t take the monotony anymore! I’m a MAN! I need to be free!” Pat exclaimed as he stood up on his chair and put one of his legs on the work table.

“I’ve been chained for too long! Shackled to ideals put forth by pencil-pushing-penny-chasers from years long gone! Well no more! From this moment forward Patrick O’Brain is salve to the wage no more!” the passionate man furiously shook his fist to the heavens to accentuate his point “From this moment forward Patrick O’Brian will be tearing this town a new o-“

BEEEEEEEEEEEP went the end of day buzzer and with that Patrick quickly got down from his impromptu pedestal and picked up his jacket, heading for the main computer to clock out. Meanwhile, still sat at the large worktable stared a bewildered Woozy… and about another dozen quality inspectors.

Once outside, greeted by the cool summer night, Patrick took out his barely functional phone and called his old buddy Tacs. As the dial-tone went on and on Pat began to come down from his adrenaline high. Was he really going to go back on everything he built here? The new life he carved out while trying his best to distance himself from the old one?

“Tacs, yo’ve got yourself a hombre on the inside. When’s this whole shebang going down?”

P O S T C A T A L O G:

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ISSUE NO.1 coming soon!

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I hate Plastic Man

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T P R O P O S A L

Plastic Man

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^{_{Patrick “Eel” O’Brian ♦ Flex Armstrong Quality Inspector ♦ Mammoth, Montana}}

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T:

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^{”Plastic Man, boo-yeah!“}

Pat’s life has been a hard but manageable one. With a nasty but ever present family life and an almost non-existent social life, Eel’s life took a morally dubious turn early on in life which consisted largely of being a juvenile delinquent and barely turning his life around a little later in life. The main claim to fame that the town of Mammoth had was it’s Stretch Armstrong factory, one that had been the cornerstone of the local economy since the 90s. Naturally Eel found himself employed there after trying to turn a straighter edge.

He found no amount of satisfaction with his new career but it was a lot less stressful for the would-be criminal. As time went on Pat’s dissatisfaction grew up to the point that he’d heard rumours floating around from some of his old buddies that they were planning a robbery of the plant and skipping town. With the intoxicating allure of his old life calling, Pat offered to help out which brings us to the beginning of our story…

C H A R A C T E R M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S:

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Honestly the main reason I’m applying with Plastic is because a certain someone said it’d be a good fit for me. I’ve been a HUGELY passive fan of Plastic Man ever since I first discovered him watch Brave and the Bold when I was little and subsequently read up on him in my DC encyclopedia. I’ve had quite a few characters that I’ve wanted to write for a while but just haven’t because I felt I couldn’t do them justice. Now I’m coming to realize that sounds stupid and I should just go for it and give it a shot.

C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:

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Any additional notes you want to put either for yourself, the GM's or other players to help clarify your vision or continuity.

S A M P L E P O S T:

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Plastic Man Issue No.0: The Good, the Bad and, the Plastic Part 1

The day was droning on for one Patrick O’Brain and he stretched and prodded yet another toy before absentmindedly checking off some boxes and packing it away for final approval. Pat looked at the clock (which would have read not close enough to quitting time no matter it’s hands position) before turning to his only real pal he still had. Wolfgang “Woozy” Winks hadn’t been particularly close with Pat when they and other kids used to cause trouble around town but out of that group they were the only two that decided crime didn’t pay enough. Repeating the same process that Pat had just finished, Woozy caught Pat’s gaze and turned to him.

“Whatcha looking at?” Woozy asked, checking some boxes without really looking.

“You ever miss puttering around town with the guys? I mean don’t get me wrong I love sitting around eight hours a day yanking the same rubber arms and heads day in day out but the thrill of ye olden times ju-“

“The heads don’t stretch, you haven’t been trying ta’ stretch the heads have you?”

“What? No! I’m just using it as an example Woozy, but that’s not the point.” Pat retorted turning away from Woozy as he tried to find something new to stare at for his wistful speech. When he wasn’t satisfied with the brown bricks as his muse, Pat just turned back to Woozy.

"I'm thinking about doing something stupid-"

“As opposed to normally?”

“Seriously Wooz, I can’t take the monotony anymore! I’m a MAN! I need to be free!” Pat exclaimed as he stood up on his chair and put one of his legs on the work table.

“I’ve been chained for too long! Shackled to ideals put forth by pencil-pushing-penny-chasers from years long gone! Well no more! From this moment forward Patrick O’Brain is salve to the wage no more!” the passionate man furiously shook his fist to the heavens to accentuate his point “From this moment forward Patrick O’Brian will be tearing this town a new o-“

BEEEEEEEEEEEP went the end of day buzzer and with that Patrick quickly got down from his impromptu pedestal and picked up his jacket, heading for the main computer to clock out. Meanwhile, still sat at the large worktable stared a bewildered Woozy… and about another dozen quality inspectors.

Once outside, greeted by the cool summer night, Patrick took out his barely functional phone and called his old buddy Tacs. As the dial-tone went on and on Pat began to come down from his adrenaline high. Was he really going to go back on everything he built here? The new life he carved out while trying his best to distance himself from the old one?

“Tacs, yo’ve got yourself a hombre on the inside. When’s this whole shebang going down?”

P O S T C A T A L O G:

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ISSUE NO.1 coming soon!

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Plastic Man Issue No.0: The Good, the Bad and, the Plastic Part 1

The day was droning on for one Patrick O’Brain and he stretched and prodded yet another toy before absentmindedly checking off some boxes and packing it away for final approval. Pat looked at the clock (which would have read not close enough to quitting time no matter it’s hands position) before turning to his only real pal he still had. Wolfgang “Woozy” Winks hadn’t been particularly close with Pat when they and other kids used to cause trouble around town but out of that group they were the only two that decided crime didn’t pay enough. Repeating the same process that Pat had just finished, Woozy caught Pat’s gaze and turned to him.

“Whatcha looking at?” Woozy asked, checking some boxes without really looking.

“You ever miss puttering around town with the guys? I mean don’t get me wrong I love sitting around eight hours a day yanking the same rubber arms and heads day in day out but the thrill of ye olden times ju-“

“The heads don’t stretch, you haven’t been trying ta’ stretch the heads have you?”

“What? No! I’m just using it as an example Woozy, but that’s not the point.” Pat retorted turning away from Woozy as he tried to find something new to stare at for his wistful speech. When he wasn’t satisfied with the brown bricks as his muse, Pat just turned back to Woozy.

"I'm thinking about doing something stupid-"

“As opposed to normally?”

“Seriously Wooz, I can’t take the monotony anymore! I’m a MAN! I need to be free!” Pat exclaimed as he stood up on his chair and put one of his legs on the work table.

“I’ve been chained for too long! Shackled to ideals put forth by pencil-pushing-penny-chasers from years long gone! Well no more! From this moment forward Patrick O’Brain is salve to the wage no more!” the passionate man furiously shook his fist to the heavens to accentuate his point “From this moment forward Patrick O’Brian will be tearing this town a new o-“

BEEEEEEEEEEEP went the end of day buzzer and with that Patrick quickly got down from his impromptu pedestal and picked up his jacket, heading for the main computer to clock out. Meanwhile, still sat at the large worktable stared a bewildered Woozy… and about another dozen quality inspectors.

Once outside, greeted by the cool summer night, Patrick took out his barely functional phone and called his old buddy Tacs. As the dial-tone went on and on Pat began to come down from his adrenaline high. Was he really going to go back on everything he built here? The new life he carved out while trying his best to distance himself from the old one?

“Tacs, yo’ve got yourself a hombre on the inside. When’s this whole shebang going down?”

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The day was droning on for one Patrick O’Brain and he stretched and prodded yet another toy before absentmindedly checking off some boxes and packing it away for final approval. Pat looked at the clock (which would have read not close enough to quitting time no matter it’s hands position) before turning to his only real pal he still had. Wolfgang “Woozy” Winks hadn’t been particularly close with Pat when they and other kids used to cause trouble around town but out of that group they were the only two that decided crime didn’t pay enough. Repeating the same process that Pat had just finished, Woozy caught Pat’s gaze and turned to him.

“Whatcha looking at?” Woozy asked, checking some boxes without really looking.

“You ever miss puttering around town with the guys? I mean don’t get me wrong I love sitting around eight hours a day yanking the same rubber arms and heads day in day out but the thrill of ye olden times ju-“

“The heads don’t stretch, you haven’t been trying ta’ stretch the heads have you?”

“What? No! I’m just using it as an example Woozy, but that’s not the point.” Pat retorted turning away from Woozy as he tried to find something new to stare at for his wistful speech. When he wasn’t satisfied with the brown bricks as his muse, Pat just turned back to Woozy.

“I’m thinking about doing something stupid-“

“As opposed to normally?”

“Seriously Wooz, I can’t take the monotony anymore! I’m a MAN! I need to be free!” Pat exclaimed as he stood up on his chair and put one of his legs on the work table.

“I’ve been chained for too long! Shackled to ideals put forth by pencil-pushing-penny-chasers from years long gone! Well no more! From this moment forward Patrick O’Brain is salve to the wage no more!” the passionate man furiously shook his fist to the heavens to accentuate his point “From this moment forward Patrick O’Brian will be tearing this town a new o-“

BEEEEEEEEEEEP went the end of day buzzer and with that Patrick quickly got down from his impromptu pedestal and picked up his jacket, heading for the main computer to clock out. Meanwhile, still sat at the large worktable stared a bewildered Woozy… and about another dozen quality inspectors.

Once outside, greeted by the cool summer night, Patrick took out his barely functional phone and called his old buddy Tacs. As the dial-tone went on and on Pat began to come down from his adrenaline high. Was he really going to go back on everything he built here? The new life he carved out while trying his best to distance himself from the old one?

“Tacs, yo’ve got yourself a hombre on the inside. When’s this whole shebang going down?”

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Plastic Man

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^{_{Patrick “Eel” O’Brian ♦ Flex Armstrong Quality Inspector ♦ Mammoth, Montana}}

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^{”Plastic Man, boo-yeah!“}

Pat’s life has been a hard but manageable one. With a nasty but ever present family life and an almost non-existent, Eel’s life took a morally dubious turn early on in life which consisted largely of being a juvenile delinquent and barely turning his life around a little later in life. The main claim to fame that the town of Mammoth had was it’s Stretch Armstrong factory, one that had been the cornerstone of the local economy since the 90s. Naturally Eel found himself employed there after trying to turn a straighter edge.

He found no amount of satisfaction with his new career but it was a lot less stressful for the would-be criminal. As time went on Pat’s dissatisfaction grew up to the point that he’d heard rumours floating around from some of his old buddies that they were planning a robbery of the plant and skipping town. With the intoxicating allure of his old life calling, Pat offered to help out which brings us to the beginning of our story…

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Honestly the main reason I’m applying with Plastic is because a certain someone said it’d be a good fit for me. I’ve been a HUGELY passive fan of Plastic Man ever since I first discovered him watch Brave and the Bold when I was little and subsequently read up on him in my DC encyclopedia. I’ve had quite a few characters that I’ve wanted to write for a while but just haven’t because I felt I couldn’t do them justice. Now I’m coming to realize that sounds stupid and I should just go for it and give it a shot.

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Plastic Man Issue No.0: The Good, the Bad and, the Plastic Part 1

The day was droning on for one Patrick O’Brain and he stretched and prodded yet another toy before absentmindedly checking off some boxes and packing it away for final approval. Pat looked at the clock (which would have read not close enough to quitting time no matter it’s hands position) before turning to his only real pal he still had. Wolfgang “Woozy” Winks hadn’t been particularly close with Pat when they and other kids used to cause trouble around town but out of that group they were the only two that decided crime didn’t pay enough. Repeating the same process that Pat had just finished, Woozy caught Pat’s gaze and turned to him.

“Whatcha looking at?” Woozy asked, checking some boxes without really looking.

“You ever miss puttering around town with the guys? I mean don’t get me wrong I love sitting around eight hours a day yanking the same rubber arms and heads day in day out but the thrill of ye olden times ju-“

“The heads don’t stretch, you haven’t been trying ta’ stretch the heads have you?”

“What? No! I’m just using it as an example Woozy, but that’s not the point.” Pat retorted turning away from Woozy as he tried to find something new to stare at for his wistful speech. When he wasn’t satisfied with the brown bricks as his muse, Pat just turned back to Woozy.

"I'm thinking about doing something stupid-"

“As opposed to normally?”

“Seriously Wooz, I can’t take the monotony anymore! I’m a MAN! I need to be free!” Pat exclaimed as he stood up on his chair and put one of his legs on the work table.

“I’ve been chained for too long! Shackled to ideals put forth by pencil-pushing-penny-chasers from years long gone! Well no more! From this moment forward Patrick O’Brain is salve to the wage no more!” the passionate man furiously shook his fist to the heavens to accentuate his point “From this moment forward Patrick O’Brian will be tearing this town a new o-“

BEEEEEEEEEEEP went the end of day buzzer and with that Patrick quickly got down from his impromptu pedestal and picked up his jacket, heading for the main computer to clock out. Meanwhile, still sat at the large worktable stared a bewildered Woozy… and about another dozen quality inspectors.

Once outside, greeted by the cool summer night, Patrick took out his barely functional phone and called his old buddy Tacs. As the dial-tone went on and on Pat began to come down from his adrenaline high. Was he really going to go back on everything he built here? The new life he carved out while trying his best to distance himself from the old one?

“Tacs, yo’ve got yourself a hombre on the inside. When’s this whole shebang going down?”

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The Nostalgia Critic

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^{_{Doug Walker ♦ Critic ♦ Illinois ♦ Channel Awesome}}

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^{”Hello, I'm the Nostalgia Critic. I remember it so you don't have to!“}

Doing a justice for the denizens of the internet, now Mr.Walker has his spectacled eyes set on the DC universe! With numerous feats under his belt, The Nostalgia Critic will be perfectly accepted in the DC universes with the likes of Super-man and Arnold Burnsteel. HE will be shunted from the CACU (Channel Awesome cinematic Universe) and put in the dc universe via going into the phantom zone from his universe and then put into the dc universe from there.

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The Nostalgia Critic is really cool and I want to write him out in a collaborative format. Being around Linkara for so long Doug would obviously want to bring his critic powers to the super hero scene and help the citizens of the planet. Why do I want play him? I don’t know man I’m a mess, my car wasn’t working and now that’s it’s running it need body work and all of my time has been taken up with that or school work to the point that I feel guilty for doing anything else and all my interests have fallen to the wayside to the point I don’t know if I like any of them anymore and I also just really enjoy the Chennal Awesome movies so why wouldn’t I want to play him!

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I’m going to make him turn into a version of doctor insano in season two and have him deal with that

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NC: Man, I remember that being a good teaser.
(He clicks on the video, and it plays)
Jor-El (voiced by Doug): Even though you have been raised as a human being, you are not one of them. (NC nods) They can be a great people, if they wish to be. I have sent them you, my son. (NC mouths, "Fucking awesome!", as the Superman logo appears) Superman.
NC: Man, that still holds up. Too bad the movie sucks ass.
(He clicks on something on YouTube, and several videos on how bad Superman Returns was are shown)
NC: The hell is this? I watched one Superman Returns video. It doesn't mean that's all I want to see.
(He clicks on another part of the YouTube site, only to come up with even more Superman Returns videos. NC groans and then clicks on the "Trending" page, which seems to be trolling NC now, because it consists of nothing but Superman Returns videos)
NC: No, Superman Returns will never be trending!
(He then does a search on news, and several videos on the Snyder Cut come up)
NC: Okay, that's a little different.
(He clicks on a video, and a nerdy woman in glasses, played by Tamara, appears)
Nerdy woman: Hey, movie nerds! Today, I want to talk about the Snyder Cut and how it's not Superman Returns.
NC: (confused) What the shit?
Nerdy woman: Now, I for one am shocked that's not Superman Returns. I mean, everything pointed to the Snyder Cut being Superman Returns. (NC stares in shock) ...Superman Returns!
(NC sighs and clicks on another video. This one is hosted by one of the Chart Guys (played by Malcolm))
Chart Guy: Today on "But the Chart Says...", we're going to be taking a look at the likelihood of the Snyder Cut becoming a hit. (NC sighs with relief) But seeing as how you clicked on a Superman Returns video, every video you see now has to be about that.
NC: (incredulously) How do you even know that?!
Chart Guy: You might be wondering to yourself how I would even know that. Well, if you look at the chart...
(He gestures toward a chart, which has appeared in the corner, which reads, "CLICK ON YOUTUBE VIDEOS = ALL RECOMMENDED VIDEOS WILL BE ABOUT THAT". NC sighs and throws his head around in frustration, realizing there is no other way out)
NC: All right, I guess I'm talking about Superman Returns.
(The title for Superman Returns is shown, followed by footage of it. Dozens of posters of various superhero movies, both made before and after this movie, are also shown in the opening thoughts)
NC (vo): In 2006, with almost 20 years since the last Superman movie, and several bizarre attempts with (Images of Nicolas Cage, Robert Downey, Jr., and Ben Affleck are superimposed) several bizarre people gone awry, Superman Returns settled on the master of comic book movies... (A rapid-fire montage of comic book movie producers is shown, before settling on Bryan Singer) ...at the time, Bryan Singer. He achieved surprising success with the first two X-Men films, so he seemed like a good middle-of-the-road choice for the Man of Steel. The only problem was, it was 2006. While superhero movies were just starting to make a comeback, they were nowhere near the powerhouse they are today. People didn't exactly know what the best way to handle them was, so they were mostly played pretty safe. Say what you will about comic book films after, but there's no doubt several of them pushed the envelope. Before then, even the biggest hits didn't take that many risks. Superman Returns might be the crowning achievement of playing it too safe. While certainly tapping on ideas that could be made interesting, it retreaded way too much of what's already been done before, resulting in a major bore-fest. Audiences mainly said the deep stuff is fine, but Superman doesn't even throw a punch in this, causing the film to majorly underperform at the box office. So, what happened to turn arguably the most popular superhero of all time into an excuse to catch some (An image of the Superman logo is superimposed, but with a Z instead of an S) super Zs?
(NC is shown coming into his review room)
NC: Let's talk about this two-and-a-half hour snoozer, as nobody else who talked about it I think could actually stay awake.
(The nerdy woman suddenly wakes up)
Nerdy woman: What? Oh. Uh, yeah, I tried, but I guess no one can get through this without falling asleep.
(The Chart Guy is shown holding a pillow and a blanket)
Chart Guy: I just thought that a pillow and blanket were required when discussing anything about this movie.
NC: (sighs) Let's snore our way through this with Superman Returns.
(The Chart Guy immediately falls asleep)
Chart Guy: (snoring) Charts, charts, charts, charts...
(The movie begins on the planet Krypton, Superman's home planet)
NC (vo): Okay, let's talk about, in my opinion, the biggest problem with the movie, and it's right at the beginning...
NC: Superman missing for years.
NC (vo): The excuse they go with is, astronomers discovered distant remains of Krypton and he vanished.
NC: Kinda weird, but I guess it could be interesting...
NC (vo): ...if we see the mindset, what led up to it, the choice of leaving his new home and the people he loves to possibly reconnect with the past one.
(Instead, it's all explained with simple text on the screen)
NC (vo): Nah, just text it to us! (Green arrows point out Superman's disappearance, told in a single sentence) In fact, only one sentence explained what happened; the rest reminds us what we already know! Is anyone going into a Superman movie really not aware of this information?
NC: It's like starting off The Dark Knight with...
(Text pops up reading: "Bruce Wayne is the guy dressed as a bat". Then after a beat, another word is added: "Dumbass". We then cut back to Superman Returns)
NC (vo): It may seem odd spending the majority of time focusing on what's not needed, but you'll find that's kind of the wedding theme of this movie; it's gonna pop up over and over.
(The title for the movie is shown, which is identical to the original Superman, music and all)
NC (vo): So, you'll quickly put together this is supposed to take place in the same universe as the Richard Donner films, using the same theme and even casting their lead (Images of the two actors playing Superman are shown: Christopher Reeve and Brandon Routh) based on how much he looks and sounds like the late Christopher Reeve.
(Cut to a clip of the original Superman)
Superman (Christopher Reeve): (to Lois Lane) Well, I certainly hope this little incident hasn't put you off flying, miss. (Lois shakes her head)
(Cut to a clip of Superman Returns, on an airplane, which Superman had just saved from going out of control and crashing (given the oxygen masks hanging from the ceilings))
Superman (Brandon Routh): (to the crowd he had saved) Well, I hope this experience hasn't put any of you off flying.
NC (vo): Judging by the credits, you might think maybe this could work. The music and visuals are pretty cool, getting you hyped up...
NC: ...but tell me if this matches the style of the Donner films...
(As the credits end and the camera closes in on Earth, there is an abrupt cut to black for a beat before flashes of lightning illuminate the exterior of a mansion, with several cars parked outside)
NC: (dramatically) Superman battles (now imitating Scooby-Doo) g-g-g-ghosts!
NC (vo): This immediately doesn't match! It'd make more sense if this popped up after that shot...
(The mansion, illuminated by lightning, is shown again. This time, the words "Super Scooby Doo Where Are You!" pop up, while the Scooby-Doo theme plays)
NC (vo; singing): Super Scooby-Doo, where are you? (normal) It looks like a dying old millionaire is leaving to Lex Luthor for, sadly, the exact reason you would expect.
Millionaire: (to Luthor) You've shown me pleasures that I've never known.
(A shot of a CG-animated girl is shown in the corner)
Girl: Ewwww! (covers her mouth)
NC (vo): ...as the cast of Knives Out discover this via a snarky Kevin Spacey performance.
(Lex Luthor, who seemed to have hair as he entered the room, pulls on his hair, which comes off his head easily, revealing that it was only a wig, and his dome is as bald as ever. He gives his wig to a little girl)
Luthor: You can keep that. The rest is mine.
(The little girl screams)
NC: Agreed. By far, that's the most shocking thing Kevin Spacey will ever reveal about himself.
NC (vo): Meanwhile, in Smallville, we see Superman's mother [Martha Kent, played by Eva Marie Saint] playing Scrabble with her dog... She might be nuts. ...as something lands in her backyard.
(As Martha looks out the window to investigate, she spots a huge meteorite crashing into the ground. Cut briefly to a clip of (I don't know what the movie is))
Man: Vegas.
(Cut back again to Superman Returns)
NC (vo): It looks like it's Clark, played this time by Brandon Routh, arriving home via Kryptonian pod. You might be wondering where he got that pod from. Did he make it? Did he find it?
(A clip of the original Superman movie, showing the pod Kal-El was delivered in as a baby is shown)
NC (vo): Is it the one he was delivered to Earth in, made to fit a grown man instead of a baby?
(The opening words about the astronomers discovering the remains of Kryptonian is shown in the corner)
NC: We wrote you a sentence! (reaches out hand) Check, please!
(We then cut to a ship in a storm, rolling over some violent waves as it does)
NC (vo; singing to the Gilligan's Island theme): The movie started getting dull, this boring film will flop...
(Meanwhile, Luthor and his henchmen enters Superman's Fortress of Solitude)
Henchman: Was this his house?
Luthor: This is where he learned who he was.
NC (vo): Lex Luthor goes searching for Superman's home once more, as this version is kinda (A shot of the poster for Halloween is superimposed) Halloween-ing itself, as rather than work with the challenges of (Posters for remakes/sequels of classic movies are shown: Creed, Escape from the Planet of the Apes, The Purge: Election Year, Spider-Man: Into the Spider-verse) the previous bad films like other clever franchises, Singer does what he always does: says, (Posters of X-Men: Days of Future Past and Superman Returns are shown) "Nah, I don't wanna," (A shot of an Etch-a-Sketch is shown shaking) then shakes up the franchise like an Etch-a-Sketch. So now, (Posters for the first two Superman movies are shown briefly) only Parts 1 and 2 are canon, even though I can't think of anything in (Posters for the third and fourth Superman movies are shown now) III and IV that technically gets in the way of anything here. In fact, I'd argue if Superman is aware (A shot of Luthor in the first movie is superimposed) Lex Luthor knows where he is, he'd upgrade his security a little bit, at the very least to beef up (A shot of a German shepherd is shown) Krypto [Supes' dog]. And yes, I do appreciate the irony that a film ignoring previous installments in a franchise is (Posters for later movies featuring Superman are shown: Man of Steel, Batman v Superman, Justice League) ignored by the continuing installments in the franchise.
(Jor-El's face appears in one of the crystal screens)
Jor-El (Marlon Brando): My son...you do not remember me...
NC (vo): Luthor comes across a crystal with Superman's father, played by Marlon Brando's...let's just assume pissed-off ghost, who is unaware he's talking to Luthor.
Luthor: Tell me everything...starting with crystals.
NC: And cinematography...
(Shots of wide-angle closeups in other Singer productions are shown)
NC (vo): ...as Singer is still convinced wide-angle closeups are the only shots there are.
(We then cut back to the Kent farm, where Clark Kent is seen)
NC (vo): Clark wakes up at his mother's, has a flashback to when he was a kid playing with his powers, and tells his mom he didn't find anything on his journey.
Martha: Five years to find what you were looking for. Your home.
Clark: That place was a graveyard. I'm all that's left.
NC (vo): You might be wondering what he's talking about exactly. What are the details of this already-vague setup?
(The "astronomers" message is shown next to NC again)
NC: The sentence is (points to it) right there! You're gonna make him think he did a bad job!
(The message shakes up and down, with the sound of crying added in, as though the message is the one crying. NC looks at it)
NC: No, no, no, sentence, you were great, you did wonderful. (points at camera) They're wrong!
NC (vo): Apparently, this is enough to jump right back to normal, as Clark goes back to the Daily Planet, ran by the loud and eccentric Perry White, played by the sleepy-eyed and fascinatingly disinterested Frank Langella.
(A montage of clips of White is shown)
White: I want to know it all, everything. / Lois, Superman. / (looking at a piece of paper) What are these, lottery numbers? / Yeah, that makes you an expert, so you're gonna do them again. / Great Caesar's Ghost! / Come on!
NC: This man was Skeletor! (A shot of Skeletor from He-Man and the Masters of the Universe is shown) There was no way he was told to go bigger, and he held back!
Clark: Thank you for giving me my job back.
White: Don't thank me, thank Norm Parker for dying.
Jimmy Olsen (Sam Huntington): (to Clark) It was his time.
NC: The doctor said (A shot of Superman firing his eye laser beams at what looks like Norm Parker is shown in the corner) twin lasers through the heart, but we all know it was old age.
NC (vo): He also discovers Lois Lane, played by "I'm this many" Kate Bosworth, won a Pulitzer for her story "Why the World Doesn't Need Superman". (A shot of the editorial is shown, along with additional words added in by NC...) "...and Clark Kent is a Douche too".
Jimmy: (looking at a photograph of Lois, who has a child of her) He looks just like his mom. Fearless reporter Lois Lane is a mommy.
NC: (as Jimmy) She gave birth when she was fifteen! (normal) No, seriously, check the birth date. (A shot of Bosworth's page on IMDB is shown, showing she was born on January 2, 1983) Do the math. A little weird.
NC (vo): Lex returns to the mansion, where they see one of the dogs ate the other!
Kitty Kowalski (Parker Posey): (looking at dog, still chewing) Weren't there two of those?
NC: Dammit, that's so dark, I kinda have no choice but to love it.
NC (vo): ...where he tells Kumar to test the power of the crystal on a model of the city.
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^{_{Patrick “Eel” O’Brian ♦ Flex Armstrong Quality Inspector ♦ Mammoth, Montana}}

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^{”Plastic Man, boo-yeah!“}

Pat’s life has been a hard but manageable one. With a nasty but ever present family life and an almost non-existent, Eel’s life took a morally dubious turn early on in life which consisted largely of being a juvenile delinquent and barely turning his life around a little later in life. The main claim to fame that the town of Mammoth had was it’s Stretch Armstrong factory, one that had been the cornerstone of the local economy since the 90s. Naturally Eel found himself employed there after trying to turn a straighter edge.

He found no amount of satisfaction with his new career but it was a lot less stressful for the would-be criminal. As time went on Pat’s dissatisfaction grew up to the point that he’d heard rumours floating around from some of his old buddies that they were planning a robbery of the plant and skipping town. With the intoxicating allure of his old life calling, Pat offered to help out which brings us to the beginning of our story…

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Honestly the main reason I’m applying with Plastic is because a certain someone said it’d be a good fit for me. I’ve been a HUGELY passive fan of Plastic Man ever since I first discovered him watch Brave and the Bold when I was little and subsequently read up on him in my DC encyclopedia. I’ve had quite a few characters that I’ve wanted to write for a while but just haven’t because I felt I couldn’t do them justice. Now I’m coming to realize that sounds stupid and I should just go for it and give it a shot.

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Any additional notes you want to put either for yourself, the GM's or other players to help clarify your vision or continuity.

The day was droning on for one Patrick O’Brain and he stretched and prodded yet another toy before absentmindedly checking off some boxes and packing it away for final approval. Pat looked at the clock (which would have read not close enough to quitting time no matter it’s hands position) before turning to his only real pal he still had. Wolfgang “Woozy” Winks hadn’t been particularly close with Pat when they and other kids used to cause trouble around town but out of that group they were the only two that decided crime didn’t pay enough. Repeating the same process that Pat had just finished, Woozy caught Pat’s gaze and turned to him.

“Whatcha looking at?” Woozy asked, checking some boxes without really looking.

“You ever miss puttering around town with the guys? I mean don’t get me wrong I love sitting around eight hours a day yanking the same rubber arms and heads day in day out but the thrill of ye olden times ju-“

“The heads don’t stretch, you haven’t been trying ta’ stretch the heads have you?”

“What? No! I’m just using it as an example Woozy, but that’s not the point.” Pat retorted turning away from Woozy as he tried to find something new to stare at for his wistful speech. When he wasn’t satisfied with the brown bricks as his muse, Pat just turned back to Woozy.

“I’m thinking about doing something stupid-“

“As opposed to normally?”

“Seriously Wooz, I can’t take the monotony anymore! I’m a MAN! I need to be free!” Pat exclaimed as he stood up on his chair and put one of his legs on the work table.

“I’ve been chained for too long! Shackled to ideals put forth by pencil-pushing-penny-chasers from years long gone! Well no more! From this moment forward Patrick O’Brain is salve to the wage no more!” the passionate man furiously shook his fist to the heavens to accentuate his point “From this moment forward Patrick O’Brian will be tearing this town a new o-“

BEEEEEEEEEEEP went the end of day buzzer and with that Patrick quickly got down from his impromptu pedestal and picked up his jacket, heading for the main computer to clock out. Meanwhile, still sat at the large worktable stared a bewildered Woozy… and about another dozen quality inspectors.

Once outside, greeted by the cool summer night, Patrick took out his barely functional phone and called his old buddy Tacs. As the dial-tone went on and on Pat began to come down from his adrenaline high. Was he really going to go back on everything he built here? The new life he carved out while trying his best to distance himself from the old one?

“Tacs, yo’ve got yourself a hombre on the inside. When’s this whole shebang going down?”

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