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9 days ago
Please tell me no one is using AI to write.
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I'm a pretty good writer and former site staff; I still deal with imposter syndrome every time I log on. You're definitely not alone. And t's worth trying anyway.
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Don't worry, D3AD ST4R, most of us feel like that. <33
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Pretty sure you just described a third of the world's population. Welcome!
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I just started watching it.
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New York City, The Bronx, Little Italy.
Arthur Avenue Retail Market. Mike's Deli seating area.


The disc of light opened and closed in seconds, quickly enough no one seemed to notice the light. The same, she knew, would not be able to be said for herself as soon as she walked through the open double-doored west side entrance. Black crowned, black leather top stopping well short of her midriff, the chill Bronx air hit the skin of her chest exposed by her top--the loudest reminder so far that she was no longer in Limbo. Black leather pauldrons covered her shoulders, black leather all the way down both arms.

It was the spikes coming out of one arm that attracted immediate attention as she stepped inside, and began her deliberate pace to the deli. Thigh high black leggings covered her bottom half, save for the shorts that clung to the rest of her from the waist down, belted with a large 'X' belt buckle that she had hung her hands from by the thumbs as she walked over the concrete ground, ignoring the gaping stare of a man that stopped mid-bite of his sandwich to stare. The blue eyed blonde stared back as she made her way to the deli counter, snapping her eyes away long enough to take the measure of the man behind the counter.

Italian blooded, short cropped hair salt-and-pepper in color, wearing the white shirt, trousers, and apron of a deli worker. She smiled, gently, at the hard stare the deli worker with the 'Dan' nametag in cheap plastic bronze clipped to the chest of his apron was giving her. "Greetings...Dan. I would have you serve me your meatball sandwich. Extra mozzarella."

"Full size, half?"

That gentle smile spread across her undecorated pale pink lips until it pulled the corners of her mouth into a tiny grin. "Full, Dan. Please." She looked past Dan after finishing her order, to the younger man with no nametag wearing the same white get-up Dan did. "You, call the authorities. Tell them an X-Man has arrived in your establishment. Tell them this mutant is dangerous, and means to do...harm." She waited a beat of her heart, then a second. At the third beat of her heart the young male still stared, unmoving. Her voice snapped at him, with the intensity and suddenness of a whip's crack, "NOW CHILD.....remember the extra mozzarella, Dan, please."

Her head gave a slow, gentle nod to the older deli worker before turning away from the counter and back to the seating area. The old man who she had frozen half-bite...still hadn't moved. The middle aged man that looked similar enough to suggest familial relations kept his eyes down on his food, picking at his sandwich. She moved to the end of the table they sat at, a foot from either man, and finally removing her thumbs from behind her belt buckle, setting her hands palms down on the end of their table. Leaning in, leaning down, lowering her voice to a near whisper with the undertones of a Demon Queen, "You would both be wise to leave, before these...mutant killers appear."

The middle aged man never looked up, though he did speak up, false confidence strong in his tone, "The M.R.D. won't be scared of you."

"...then they are fools."

The older man put down his sandwich and left, the middle aged man followed, silently. The young man behind the counter was gone. The stalls around the deli were empty. The humans had cleared out, save for Dan. He slid the tray with her sandwich in front of her, waiting. It took her a moment of confusion before she recalled where she was, and the practices of such a society. She retrieved crumpled, old, bills from inside her belt, her fingers shaking them and dropping them upon the table with the clumsiness of someone who never handled such bills, hundred dollar bills each.

Without any hesitation she grabbed her meatball sub and took a large, hearty, hungry bite. The moan hit her lips beats after the sandwich did, "Mmmm yes!!!!" With the sub in her hands, she peeked up at Dan through a side-eye of her blue eyes, "Go away now, Dan, and be well."

"...the X-Men saved the life of my grandfather. You be careful, Magik."

Decades had been longer for Illyana Rasputin in Limbo. It had been a while in Limbo training and waiting for the right moment, the sheer impact of being remembered, and remembered fondly...her head nodded, mouth full as she spoke, "thanks, go away and be safe." It was a haze of memories and nostalgia she felt as she waited. She ate the sub in half a minute, greedily grabbing at the large soda the old man who had vacated the seat in which she sat had left. "Ew," she flinched at the taste of Coca-Cola, before closing her eyes and downing everything that remained of the beverage.

By the time they arrived, she was up and standing, leaned against the deli counter, arms crossed over her partially exposed chest. They entered the front with weapons pressed next to their cheeks, aiming down sights and ready to start firing at any second. They began shouting commands at her. They never saw the disk of light open beneath them, or the dozen or so blood red arms and hands tipped with demonic black claws reach out of the disc of light, and yank them down into the teleportation disc with enough speed and force to cause slight whiplash. There was a distant sound of weapons going off, but mostly, there was the distant sound of the four man M.R.D. squad screaming, faint and getting fainter.

The sound brought a large, bright, smile to the pale pink lips of the mutant as she stood from her lean against the counter, walked over, and hopped down through the teleportation disc herself a moment before it snapped shut and disappeared from the view of Earth.
The dome of light faded out over the timing of a two minutes. It was exactly the time, one hundred and twenty seconds, that she dictated in the back of her mind to the universe. Her appearance had changed only in the clothing that she wore; gone was the White Crown of the Phoenix in terms of the white and gold. All that was left were an old well worn and tight fit pair of pale blue jeans, a white tank top hiding underneath an oversized flannel shirt that was only just long enough to hide her midriff. It was too big for her body, but it was just long enough to cover her to her waist--naturally the shirt belonged to Logan. Something she had stolen from the Academy room they were just minutes ago in.

Theodore Bailey trailed behind, as did Jubilee, both trailed behind Logan who was just behind Jean herself. By the time the field of light actually truly faded they were walking right up to the assembled group. Cyclops was a blur, throwing his arms around the redhead and hugging her close and tight, nodding with a small smile to Logan.

"Is it you?"

"It's her," Emma Frost sighed, sounding somewhere between bored and disappointed.

Clint Barton looked relaxed, the S.H.I.E.L.D. commands behind him followed suit. The Fantastic Four weren't so relaxed, but Sue did quietly mention the status of the Celestial Host: they were going away from the solar system. They were doing so quickly.

"I told them to leave."

Reed stared, even he wasn't quite sure what to make of those words from Jean Grey in this moment. "I see..."

The tone of his voice and the way it trailed suggested more than a few follow-up questions on Reed's mind, and she didn't have to be a telepath to sense that. Quietly she told Scott and Logan to give her a minute, as she passed across the grassy field surrounded by trees on most side, and a country road on the farthest side, to the base of the ramp of the Fantastic Four's craft. There Reed, Sue, and Jean huddled. Quiet, intense, words were spoken between the three. The only sounds were Emma sighing, Clint telling his crew to head back, and Scott turning to Logan once more.

"Oh, sure, you'll come to Krakoa if she's there..." There was a tease in his tone, accentuated by the wry little smirk harbored at the corners of his mouth, under the ruby quartz visor. "It's good to see you. Dakken, Laura, and Gabi ask about you. We'll have to do a B-B-Q to celebrate. Still more into the beef, or you feeling pork ribs?"

"Deputy Director," Clint stepped in front of Teddy, and nodded, "we need to debrief, sir, I'm not sure w--"

"--he will have to come with us."

The way Emma Frost said the words, it was as if she were simply reading a number, an objective fact so obvious and indisputable that questioning her would make a man sound mad. Or stupid. Clint didn't seem all that bothered by sounding stupid, "Why is that? He's human, he's a high ranking government official, and not of your government."

"He's a mutant."

It was Bailey who answered first, stepping right past Barton both literally and vocally, "I'm what? No I'm not."

"Tell that to Cerebro. Xavier is certain."

It was obvious on Clint's face; he regretted sending his men back now. He needn't worry, Ben Grimm slow thundered up next to him, behind Bailey, staring at the mutants still on the ramp. The Thing's voice rumbled deep and harsh, skeptical. "Hey Ol' Canucklehead, whadda you guys pullin' 'ere? Whadda ya do to this man?"

The conversation caught the attention of the three off to the side. Reed said something to Jean, and Jean's face seemed to sink with realization. "Everything in the reality we were just in, that the Phoenix Force created to keep me...you weren't in that memory if you weren't a mutant."

"Can you change it back?"

Now Jean felt every eye in the field on her. Her mutant fellows, the Fantastic Four, Barton...and most of all Bailey himself, minutes away from being racked with grief. Once more she didn't need to be a telepath to know what his thoughts likely were: He has a family. He's worried what this means for his family, for his life. She could feel her heart start to break, even if she still held out hope. "Reed, I just walked away from Godhood. I don't have enough left to reverse that."

"But you do have some 'Godhood' left?" Clint couldn't help but ask, even if he was ignored.


"Things have changed, choom. Word on the streets are the corps are starting to fight again, with most the gangs weakened or just considered too much of a liability, Fixers in Night City have more gigs than ever before. The new owner of the Afterlife proved mercs are not to be underestimated any longer; welcome to the golden age of the merc!

Whether it's deckheads, cyborgs, techies, solos, or the odd nomad chasing something besides dust storms and smuggling routes--if you've got the cojones and the skill, legend and eddies are yours for the taking. One gonk move and it can all be over in a flash of gunfire or steel. Think you're ready? Chip on in, choomba, and let's find out."

- Trace Santiago, Night City Leak News



Welcome to the 5th Corporate War, a roleplay set in the cyberpunk dystopian future of Cyberpunk. Each player will be playing a Night City based Merc, though you'll be closer to a Jackie Welles than a Morgan Blackhand. So if you came to feel as bad-ass unstoppable as a Level 50 V from Cyberpunk2077...this is not the game for you. Sorry, choom.

The roleplay is a story driven affair, with plenty of space worked in for some semi-sandbox, create-your-own-storyline type of roleplaying between main Acts of the roleplay's plot. Despite the title of the game you will not be dropped into a red-hot shooting war between out of control corporations. Not to start with, anyway, and I guess we'll just have to see how player choice shapes the in-game universe.

Do you need to know Cyberpunk the RPG, or Cyberpunk Red the RPG for this RP? Nah, that's why I've gone through the corebook of Cyberpunk Red for you. You should probably have played the videogame, Cyberpunk2077 from CD Projekt Red, but hey if you really want to and think you can fake it using YouTube videos and wiki information...who are we to say hell naw?

@Ezekiel and I will be the GMs for this game.

Big thanks to @Hellion for graphics and @Lord Wraith for Character Sheet formatting.




⪭ Site Rules
Follow site rules, obviously, when posting to any of this game's threads.

⪭ GM Decisions
For all aspects of this roleplay, GMs get final say. We'd rather reach a collaborative agreement on any issue where possible rather than issue any unilateral judgment, however, it should be noted. So talk with us if there's an issue or disagreement.

⪭ Character Sheets
Make sure all the required information is on a Character Sheet when submitted for review. If your Character Sheet goes from WIP to Awaiting Review, do let the GMs know.

⪭ Character Sheet Review
It may take some time for your Character Sheet to get reviewed, especially those heavy on equipment and history. Patience is appreciated. Only move your Character Sheet over to the Characters tab after you've been given the okay by a GM.

⪭ Characters
Each character will be a Merc. What your background is, what your skill-set is, even what your equipment/gear/possessions are will largely be up to each player. Our only rule for this is they have to be good enough to get recruited, but not so good they're considered top-tier Mercs. Think Jackie Welles at the start of Cyberpunk2077.

⪭ Character Deaths
Characters can die, don't do something awfully stupid and you should be fine. We're not out to arbitrarily kill anyone's hard-earned character. Do not post killing another PC without the other player and a GM being okay with that before hand.

⪭ Posting Level & Requirements
Casual to High Casual/Advanced/whatever you want to call it these days. Each player will have two weeks to post, with additional time allowances for IRL issues that might arise.

⪭ Equipment
Weapons and gear will follow a tier structure of Basic, Expensive, Luxury/MilSpec. Cyberware will follow a similar tier structure, Basic, Expensive, Luxury/CorpSpec. This will be expanded on in the Character Sheet section.

⪭ Setting Knowledge Requirement
If you've played the game Cyberpunk2077, you know enough about the setting to play this game. If you want you can go find the most recent Cyberpunk RPG corebook, Cyberpunk Red, but it's not necessary.

⪭ Discord
Obviously use this thread for expressing interest and any questions, but if you'd like to live chat with the GMs and other potential players we've thrown up a Discord server you can reach here.

I've been thinking about characters and wanted to run a few by you.

Rage from New Warriors, although reworked as a Super Soldier rather than Toxic Waste exposure

The Golden Dragon, as a pastiche of the Iron Fist gang and the Bronze Tiger character from DC (a Richard Dragon ally/enemy)

Wolverine (because goddam if I don't love me some Wolveriner)


I bet you'd write a good Logan.
@Ruby
Thanks for replying. We do have a discord server, it's linked in the first OOC post.
As for characters I am surprised that you considered Spitfire. I thought that she was too obscure.
As for other recommendations on characters, here is a list.
Classic Avengers:
- Iron Man
- Hulk
- Ant-Man
- Wasp
Powerhouse Avengers:
- Sentry
- She-Hulk
- Hercules
- Ares
Regular Human Avengers:
- Hawkeye
- Mockingbird
- Two-Gun Kid
- Hellcat
Space Related Avengers:
- Darkhawk
- Mantis
- Quasar
- Machine Man

Honestly there a lot more interesting Avengers, but that's just a small sample.


I'm a fairly massive comic nerd who grew up going to old school comic cons.

Pre-cosplay, even. Gasp. I'll give it a hard think and join the server.
Seems like a question better asked to your partners in 1x1 RPs than the whole Guild, tbh.

But...wildly depends on your personal writing style. Whatever works for you. Whatever keeps you writing.
@Ultimate Spidey
You still interested in playing Blink? If you add how she joined the Avengers then she is approved.

@Ruby @Moonlit Ghost @Rekker
Are you guys still interested in participating? We've still got plenty of openings.


Apologies! I just saw this. (I'm way more responsive on Discord.)

THAT is an interesting cast of characters.

I'm not sure I'd know who to throw in that team. If you have any ideas I'm all ears. lol (That only idea that springs to mind is Spitfire.)
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