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Knock, knock, knock, knock. Came the rap of a knuckle against the door, lowering the mug from his lips Frank looked passed the rim of the mishapen mug towards the clock hanging on the far wall. 09:03. The same exact time every single day. He nodded his appreciation as Dog let out a single bark and ran for the door, skidding to a halt before it and letting out a single woof, his tail wagging beneath him clearing any dust, debris or mud that hadn't been swept up and revealing the faintest of impression on the floor. The door opened, accepting Dogs clear invitation, and Frank returned to nursing his bitter coffee. Allowing it to wash out the creeping cold sensation from the night before, he acknowledged the red-haired teenager that walked into the house as she crouched over to give Dog a pet.

"Come on Major, lets get you ready for your walk Sir."

Frank arched an eyebrow and placed the mug down on the counter-top, the mishapen mug only had the faintest of decoration remaining on it. A '#1'. Whatever writing had been beneath that was long faded and gone, faint scratch marks from where a scouring pad had been run along it repeatedly. Sighing as he shook his head.

"His names Dog."

Pulling the harness off its hook, the young woman lowered it over Dogs head, reaching around to clip it on around his waist. A look of firm defiance upon her face as she looked straight at Frank, not at all intimidated by the cold stare thrown back at her. The stare that had been the last many men had seen.

"I can't just shout Dog when I have him off the leash at the park, can I?" A sad look crossed over her face. "No. He's the Major, after my dad." Looking up from Dog the indignant expression returned. "You can tell me its not his name all you want, but once I'm out the door its not upto you."

"I could always get a new dog walker."

She snorted derisively as she stood up reaching for the leash. Dog was now stood ever so impatiently at the door, tail wagging slowly but consistently.

"You're not exactly known to be a social butterfly Frank, besides-" She bent down, hooked Dog up and opened the door. "-The Major wouldn't let you." Door closing behind her.

The door closed, and the silence was defeaning. Frank closed his eyes and allowed himself a moment to breathe. To calm. He picked up the nearby remote, and hit the power button. A burst of static and then the television came on, some morning talk show. He allowed it to run in the background, not really paying attention as he continued to nurse his coffee for another ten minutes. After which he poured the remainder into a flask, topped it off out the pot and placed the mug beside the sink. As he turned back around he froze, as he was confronted with a face from his past. It was more lined now, and a grey hair speckled across his face and head.

The mans mouth moved, but the sound didn't reach him through the fog. It was muffled, faint. Hidden behind the years. "-Frank Castle."

It was as if his head had been pulled back above water, his eyes managed to focus on the face of Sid Paxton on the television. Frank just now noticed the cover of the book sat behind him, his stomach sank as he read the title. He always knew this day would come, and the chill returned to his spine as he understood what was coming next.

To Kill the Punisher.

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No, no. I didn't mean that. I was just fooling around and picturing a scenario--- Unless?

@Silverstein

In b4 the book is banned in NYC

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<Snipped quote by Colonel Sep>

Publishing a book about a delusional war criminal vigilante? Lock Mr. Paxton up. There would be no nonsense in my city - Mayor Fisk, probably

@Silverstein

Just bare in mind that Frank hasn't been active as punisher in over ten years

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Just a short little post to keep us going.

To kill the Punisher is now available on Amazon for just 19.99$

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There are certain things in policing, that you hope that you'll never experience in your career. This was before the age of capes and heroes, before there was literal aliens and monsters there were just the monsters of our own making. Nobody lived in New York City in the 90s without hearing about Frank Castle. The man the newspapers and the media called The Punisher. Everyone was aware of him, his one man mission to seemingly rid the city of anything resembling organised crime. As a cop fresh on the beat I knew that my time was going to come. A 10-35. A suspected Punisher crime scene. Sirens blaring our RMP pulled up outside the factory, it was already surrounded. Several Ambulances, or what we called buses, hung back the paramedics ready to go. Though nobody had any belief that the paramedics would be necessary. Boots on the ground had already reported no survivors and several million dollars worth of hard narcotics. Likely a drug smuggling or refining operation. "Paxton, with me." I nodded as I followed Fowler under the police tape, I didn't even notice the exchange of money between him and the officer lifting the tape. We walked in together, the warmth of the late-spring sun instantly vanished as we crossed the threshold of the building, and my stomach jumped up and turned itself inside out at the scene before me. I could feel the bile in my throat rise defiantely, ignoring all calls for it to stop.

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"You okay kid?"

The words barely noticed as I ran back out the building, and promptly painted by shoes with this mornings breakfast burrito. I felt a pressure on my back, as Fowler clapped it twice. The whiteness in my face was quickly replaced by red as my cheeks became flushed. The heat from my roiling stomach moved up to my cheeks. There was no point in attempting to hide my embarassment. I had just shown how green I was, and everybody in the area while appearing to look busy had no doubt noticed.

"You just cost me five dollars kid. Thought you were made of sterner stuff."

I smiled weekly back at him, a look of disgust crossing his face.

"Sorry boss, I just wanted to check how my breakfast was doing."

He looked down at the pile of sick, and back up at me.

"A lot worse now, go get yourself cleaned up, then get this cleaned up. If a detective sees this they're going to chew my ass for you contaminating their crime scene."

The first time I dealt with the Punisher, and I spilled my guts. Not the story you were expecting when you bought my biography I'm sure, but I feel like its important to show you where it starts. This way when it ends, it will make a lot more sense.

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<Snipped quote by Lord Wraith>
I like multiversal roleplays and etc
So here's a link to a murder drones manga (not really official but it follows the events of murder drones to ep 1-3) m.webtoons.com/en/canvas/murder-drone… also give me a example of enforced character structure

@TheTf2Scout

The required character sheet that we've all filled in as is on display in the CS tab, the length of posts that we all write. The rules on the first page.

If you're just getting into the hobby I respect that, but you'd be better trying out the free section first.

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(character sheet A Worker drone
Hp: 200
Weapons: Double railguns (cool down 30 minutes)
Special ability: force shield (after lots of training)
Speed: mid
Idk personality?: A Worker drone (that's it.)

@TheTf2Scout

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The blades of grass rustled in the calm breeze, as the cool night time air crawled lazily around them. The moisture from the day hung heavy, and close. Occasionally there was a splash from the pond as a fish breached the glass like surface in an attempt at a midnight snack. They breathed together, as one. Connected by their hands in this shared moment, fingers intertwined. Slow and deliberate, a peace unbreakable. A moment frozen in time. He looked at her, and all he could see was the silhouette of her face. As if she was part of the Earth and the heavens themselves, the tip of her nose and the curve of her lips. He studied every millimetre of it.

Then there were her eyes. Usually the most azure blue, cool and calm. They were alive with life, letting a contended breathe escaped him he followed their gaze. The heavens opened up before him, the vastness of space as the Milkyway and the cosmos beyond opened up for him. The spectrum of colours danced across the night sky, but the night was not calm. It was alive, as streaks of golden yellow light raced across the sky. Something so violent as a meteor shower transformed into something truly beautiful.

Held in this moment, he felt her hand squeeze his. Three times, in a slow rhythmic pulse. Three words. Shared, but not spoken. The risk of breaking the spell was too great. He returned the sentiment, squeezing once. I. Squeezing twice. Love. Squeezing a third time. You.

There was nothing. His hand balled into a fist around the thin air, the warmth now gone. The cold clawed its way, burrowing itself deeper and deeper into its skin. The wind howled as dark clouds blotted out the sky. He sat up, looking for where she was supposed to be. Where she had always been, his hand running over the blanket chasing the warmth. The soft woolen blanket turned coarse. Pain shot up his arm as the angry fabric began to tear through his skin, his mind flared with the agony and the pain but he persisted. Pushed harder, as the blanket became cooler and cooler till only one spot of warmth remained. With all his might he pushed -

and the Earth opened up and swallowed him whole.

The cold air hit Frank like a brick. His entire body siezed from the shock of the cold air entering his lungs as he gasped for air, through the pain he savoured it. As if it was his first, his eyes slowly adjusting to his surroundings. The sense of dread, of panic slipped away from his mind with the remaining grogginess of sleep. The sorrow however, the sorrow remained. An eternal scar, running deep. Reaching over to the coffee table, he lifted the mug of ice-cold coffee and without a seconds hesitation raised it to his lips and forced it down.

The bitter liquid easing the dryness out of his throat, but adding a momentary spike of pain in his head. The pain was good, the pain let him know he was alive. He was concious, that this was the real world. Swinging his legs off the edge of the sofa he groaned as he rubbed his face with his hand, his joints were stiff and sore. As if they rebelled against this notion of leaving the blanket, of his feet touching the cold and hard floor of the cabin. A thin smile crossed Franks face as he heard the telltale pitter patter of little feet, followed by the wet nose against his palm before the silky smooth bump as Dog nuzzled his hand, brushing up against his legs.

Frank allowed himself a moment to pat Dog on the side, saving the sensation of touching something warm and alive. A scratch behind the ear and they both stood up, he did it slightly more unceremoniously. Grunting as he did so, allowing himself a moment to stretch. Stretching his muscles along his spine as he reached into the air, vertibrates cracking and popping as he did so. Dog did the same before moving over to his food bowl, and sitting before it in his attempt at subtlety. Frank shuffled over, picking up his plate from the previous night and poured probably unhealthy portions of salisbury steak into the bowl on the floor. Giving Dog a pat on the head as he placed the plate in the pile by the sink. He had never wanted a Dog. They had wanted a dog. Frank would never allow it.

Oh things were too unstable, or they were about to move home, or were they really responsibile enough to have a dog?

All the stupid reasons. The reasons that didn't matter anymore. They never mattered. They were an excuse, a block, a mistake. A regret. So when Dog had visited him on the final day day, when his life was at an end. When he was ready, and his work was complete. When he felt that fate was finally done with him, and his destiny written. Dog had other ideas.