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Yes, you all get to end the season how you want. It won't be part of a montage post or anything.
And yeah, the deadline is midnight tomorrow.
Midnight where.
Sep
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STATUS: I feel like the guild should have a different section for those that were born after the guild 5 mos ago
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I feel like the guild should have a different section for those that were born after the guild
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Don't let lack of original thought stop you from posting in the status bar. It never stops anyone else
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I made the mistake/choice of listening to a Star Wars audiobook now I feel an old familiar itch returning
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Ahsoka been out for weeks now where all the Star Wars rps at
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E V I L S C O T T I S H G U Y
So I have been on the Guild for a long, long, long, long, long, long, LONG time. I first joined the OldGuild around, my best guess would be 2012? I've been active in the Star Wars scene on the Guild since then, there have been very few games based around that genre that I haven't at least nosed my way in on. My very first game was a Star Wars game and that's what actually really got me into the Star Wars Franchise.
It's weird to think but I am such a major Star Wars nerd these days, yet before I was on the Guild I wasn't. I got into a Star Wars RP, got onto the Wikia, and then away I went into a spiral of nerd-om that I currently live within. I've grown since then, I game quite a bit, I write when I can. I have a wikia full of a lore to my own original creative universe and play around with some 'cool' comic book nerds.
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One Universe: Unlimited - A Marvel/DC Comics Roleplay by @Master Bruce
Ultimate One Universe by @Master Bruce
No Turning Back by Me.
Star Wars: Galaxies at War by Me.
Absolute Comics by a load of people.
Ultimate One Universe: Emergence - by @Master Bruce and [@Sep]
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Midnight where.
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I think you've definitely earned the spot, and will be happy to give it to you. Your work this season has been outstanding, among one of the highlights throughout the entire game. It should be only fitting that the First Family of two games get the final word.
Will we all get our own little Epilogue however? I have something I wanna post to set up for next season, but I don't want it tacked onto the end of a MME post.
Well. Something happened to Iris.
"You'll be back in a Flash, right?"
“You just don’t get it Flash. this is my city…”
“Not God. GRODD!”
“Wally!”
“That’s not the real Barry Allen…”
”.esaelP .hsalF em pleH”
“I love you.”
“Keep up, Flash.”
“You alright kid?” Iris felt a hand take a hold of her wrist, pulling her up and out of the fog, the images that crowded her mind. Foreign faces, places that she had never been. Fear, joy, happiness. It was as if she saw her entire life laid out before her, and after her. There was everything and yet there was nothing. Sitting up, confusion flowed from her as she found herself sitting in the middle of an empty room. The walls bare, and colourless. The floor cool to the touch, smooth and without texture. Looking up she couldn’t even see the ceiling. IRis wasn’t entirely sure that one existed it was so far away.
Iris groaned as she shook her head, trying to get the images out of her head. Something big was coming, and she wasn’t sure if she was ready to face it. Doubt washed through her. “You really need to get that Eobard Thawne out of your head.” It took her a moment to recognise him. Images flashed through Iris’ mind, fighting alongside a man in a metal helmet. Looking after his grandchildren, asking him for a favour. Watching him on his deathbed.
“Jay?”
The man chuckled and laughed slightly. “Yeah, I guess you might say that.” He sat himself down, and indicated to another seat sitting opposite him. Pushing herself up she walked over to the seat and then sat down across from him. “You know, you’re kind of needed out there?” Iris could hear the faint sound of battle. The screaming, the shouting. The chaos. This wasn’t the life that was meant for her, was it? She was a reporter, she wasn’t a superhero.
“I’m not needed out there. Barry is.” The memory faded with every passing minute, the life they had lived once upon a time. Where he had been struck by lightning, fighting alongside the heroes such as those that she now worked with. She had seen the life that she had lived, as the reporter and eventual wife alongside a true hero. A life that had been stolen from them both, a hero that had been stolen from the world.
Jay stood up and spoke with a sharpness that caused her to recoil. “Would you quit feeling sorry for yourself?” Lightning flashed all around as he did. The room turned back to it’s calm state. “Iris West, fastest woman alive. Who seems to be under the impression that she doesn’t deserve anything that comes her way. Just because some maniac told her so.”
“Thawne was from the future. Where Barry was the Flash. I can’t just ignore what he said, that Barry was destined for the lightning. He was the Flash. One of the greatest heroes that ever lived, a world where we were together. We were happy, and now. It’s all gone.”
Jay placed a hand on her shoulder. “Lightning flashes, sparks shower; in one blink of an eye, you have missed seeing." He sat himself back down.
Iris cradled her head in her own hands. “I just don’t know Jay, sometimes I feel like I can barely keep up with everything that needs done. Other times I feel so detached from the rest of the world, it goes so slow in comparison.” The entire room shook, the sound of brick and mortar cracking could be heard. “What’s going on?” She winced as she felt pain in her stomach. Looking down she saw nothing that could have caused it, when she looked down she saw blood seeping through the white shirt she appeared to be wearing. Raising it with a look of concern she was shocked to find no evident damage below it. She looked up at Jay, since he seemed to be the one with answers.
“The fight is still going on out there. Damage is bound to occur.”
“Out where?” Iris stood up, looking all around for some form of exit, some way out of this room that the Surfer had somehow trapped her in. How he had also got Jay here she had no idea, but surely the former Flash could be of some assistance. Jay shook his head and chuckled slightly as she looked around.
“Out of-” Jay placed a finger on Iris’ forehead. “-there.” That made a lot more sense, the detached way in which Jay was acting. The flashes of images, the sounds and the memories all interlaced into one. The Surfer had probed her mind, she had felt that much. This was some form of after effect as she lay out cold. “You’re almost right.” Iris looked up, confused as Jay spoke again. “I’m in your head remember, I know what you’re thinking. When the Surfer attacked you physically, you reacted physically. You countered, or you ran away, or you fought. When he attacked you mentally, you didn’t have any safeguards in place. You couldn’t fight, nor could you counter. So your mind ran away.”
“So where did it run too?”
Jay raised up both his arms. “Here.”
“Where is here?”
He shrugged his shoulders, causing her to roll her eyes. “It’s not really anywhere, but at the same time it’s kind of everywhere. It’s really confusing to explain, and we really don’t have time to explain it all to you. The important thing, is that you need to recognise who you really are.”
Iris stood up, groaned and threw her hands up into the air. “I don’t have time for this, I need to find a way to wake up.”
Jay sat unmoved. Eyeing her before speaking, he seemed to weigh his words very carefully as he did so. Each syllable resonated throughout her entire body, as if it shook her to her very core. "You cannot tell the depth of the river, until you see the bottom."
He stood up and walked towards her. "One cannot travel on the great path, if one does not feel that he or she is worthy" He raised a fist, and before Iris could protest he struck her directly in the middle of the face. Everything went black.
@Morden Man I'm going to be working in mine now, but you can feel free to post if you so desire. It has no bearing on what anyone else is doing, and doesn't affect anyone else. Some Iris self thought time.
My next post is gonna get trippy af.
wait who is being a cop now
Me. I'm applying to join the police, my interview is on Monday the first
But I'm busy on the first. Doesn't work for me.
Iris blazed past Wonder Woman, Spider-Woman and the Surfer on her way into the raft. No doubt they would wonder what she was doing, but she had other possibilities. At the end of the day there were three of them, and one Surfer. Possibly more heroes would show up, depending on whether or not they had been tested like she had. That didn’t change that there was one Silver Surfer. The issue laid within the prison itself. There were escaped convicts throughout the facility, causing all kinds of trouble and ran the risk of making their way into the city.
There were also the fires to consider, it risked both life to the guards and the convicts themselves. So from their perspective, the prison was lit up by her trail as she ran between buildings, fires going out whenever she approached. It was far harder in reality. There was no way that in her current state that she would have been able to carry people and move them around. The ideal solution would have been to obviously move the guards to safety and the prisoners back into their cells. After Iris had done this with a couple of individuals however she knew that this wasn’t going to happen. Instead sought out a room full of equipment. Picking up a dozen handcuffs, and began the slow process of cuffing everyone.
As Iris turned out of the storage room, the first corridor she went down had five convicts rushing one scared looking guard. Speeding down the hallway she grabbed the firsts left arm, slapping on the cuff and then attaching it to the bars of a cell. The second got stuck to the first, the third to a pipe, fourth to another cell door and the fifth to the fourth. She stopped right in front of the guard, flashed him a smile and then ran off again. From her count, it took her five minutes and forty five seconds to secure two hundred and fifty seven prisoners as well as fifty guards. There were also ten fires to deal with, and twenty five major injuries. Those were the hardest, she had basic first aid understanding but some of the injuries were beyond her. She made an effort to move guards closer to the seriously wounded, so that there was definitely someone to help.
“COME FORTH ONCE MORE IF YOU MUST – AND MEET YOUR END.”
Iris heard the voice of the surfer over the chaos of the prisons. Despite the alarms blaring, there was a crash and a couple of explosions and Iris nodded her head. It was time to act. She sped through the hallways of the prison, out of the main door and into the courtyard. She ran straight for the Surfers back, jumping into the air and spinning her whole body into a left hand punch. Still trying to avoid the use of her right while it takes time to heal. She rolled into the punch, coming into a standing position. She gave a meek smile to Spider-Woman as she was picking herself up, before standing looking at the Surfer.
“Don’t let the burns on the burns on the new uniform fool you Surfer. I’ve put you in your place once and trust me, I’m not in the mood so I’ll do it again with extreme prejudice.”
So my post is 99% complete. Going to wait for the next Surfer post, add on whatever happens and then sort it out.
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