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Worlds Collide: A Merged Universe Superhero Roleplay

<Snipped quote by King Kindred>

Might I suggest a version of Iron Man who hates mutants?

@Lord Wraith

Never before seen idea, I think

Worlds Collide: A Merged Universe Superhero Roleplay

Oh, shit. Peter and Wally should absolutely be best friends.

Or the bitterest of rivals. There's no in-between.

@Master Bruce

Every team up turns into a competition for the best pun. Several wanted murderers will escape in the chaos.

<Snipped quote by Master Bruce>

And here I was going to suggest that for Thor. Though the three of them together would definitely be an interesting trio.

@King Kindred

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@SupermaxxFUCK. I was finishing my wally sheet today. Welp.... we used the same picture and nearly same concept.

@Taka

Gotta be quicker than that hehehe

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Back in a...

F L A S H
F L A S H

^{"Let's make this quick...Ha. Get it?"}

C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y _________________________________________________________ Wallace Rudolph West _________________________________________________________ 18 | Single _________________________________________________________ Justice League (formerly) | American N O T A B L E A B I L I T I E S & T O O L S N O T A B L E A B I L I T I E S & T O O L S _________________________________________________________ [+] - A B I L I T I E S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Speedforce Conduit Doused in strange chemicals and struck by a bolt of lightning, Wally West transformed from an ordinary teenager to an avatar of a fundamental force of creation. It is momentum. It pushes time and space forward. Without it, reality as we understand it could not exist. It is the Speedforce: an unexplainable cosmic phenomena that stretches across universes. Wally West can feel a connection to other speedsters through the Speedforce- he can even hear their voices, on occasion- but he is too inexperienced with his abilities to reach out. ◼ Superhuman Speed The principle power gifted to the Flash by the Speedforce is in its name: speed. When he channels the force everyone else might as well be standing still. He can count the wing beats of a hummingbird. Bullets fly at a snail's pace. Only a few beings have ever been able to keep up with him, and none so far have outpaced him. Fast as Wally is, though, he knows the consequences of complacence. ◼ Speedforce Aura The 'aura' is an invisible field of energy drawing power from the Speedforce. It surrounds Wally's body, insulating him from friction, and manipulating sound and oxygen to function for him even at enormously hypersonic speeds. Kinetic energy passing into his body is also lessened, so as to stop him from shattering into pieces if he trips and flies into a wall at Mach 150. His subconscious is largely responsible for dictating what his aura filters and what it lets through; he understands but a fraction of its potential. - T O O L (S) ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Costume Ring Wally stores his costume inside a ring. The costume is compressed to fit inside thanks to metamaterials created by StarLabs, Barry Allen's employer on their old earth. The costume itself is durable, and designed to be repaired using almost any material. This 'smart clothing' transforms the attached material into more of itself. - A L L I E S & A N T A G O N I S T S A L L I E S & A N T A G O N I S T S _________________________________________________________ [+] - A L L I E S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Harrison Wells - StarLabs Physicist ◼ Iris West - Reporter, Aunt ◼ Barry Allen - Forensic Scientist, Uncle ◼ Rudolph West - U.S Army Colonel, Father ◼ Wally West -Student, The Real One ◼ Linda Park - Student, Friend A N T A G O N I S T S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ The Black Racer ◼ Eobard Thawne AKA Professor Zoom, the Reverse-Flash ◼ Leonard Snart AKA Captain Cold ◼ Mick Rory AKA Heatwave ◼ Digger Harkness AKA Captain Boomerang ◼ Evan McCulloch AKA Mirror Master ◼ Mark Madon AKA Weather Wizard - - P O S T C A T A L O G U E P O S T C A T A L O G U E _________________________________________________________ 001 - Wrong Turn at the Last Dimension

T H E S T O R Y S O F A R... T H E S T O R Y S O F A R... __________________________________________________________________________________ Wally West is the nephew of Iris West, better known to the world as THE FLASH. Wally watched her die on national news when the Silver Surfer, the Herald of Darkseid, drove his fist through her heart. Boom tubes opened across the sky, and armies of parademons descended upon the world. The streets of Central City ran red. Wally couldn't just stand by and watch the world end. He sought out Harrison Wells, a verifiable genius and Iris's former mentor. Wally had a plan. A stupid, dangerous plan. Dr. Wells stood strongly opposed to it even as he strapped Wally to the very same chair Iris West had sat in before her accident. Within the walls of StarLabs, West and Wells replicated the event down to the smallest possible detail. It should've killed him. Instead, it connected him to the Speedforce. It transformed his every molecule into the perfect conduit for that cosmic power. Donning a version of his aunt's costume, Wally joined what heroes still lived in fighting for their world. Superman. Spider-Woman. Thor. Big Barda. Vigilante. They were a strange, eclectic bunch, but they were earth's last line of defense. They were the JUSTICE LEAGUE. They fought the good fight. Defeated the Herald, and brought the armies of darkness to their knees. But when Darkseid stepped down from his throne, the Justice League failed. Those that did not fall to the corruption of the Lord of Apokolips died at his hands. The Flash was the lone survivor of that fateful, final battle- because he ran. He was only a teenager then. A child thrown into an impossible situation and asked to rise to the challenge. He didn't. He ran. Pain, sorrow and guilt rushed down to his very marrow. That cocktail of emotion fueled him as he ran and ran, gaining more speed than he could have possibly imagined. The Speedforce knew this was wrong. This was not the outcome ordained by fate. It carried Wally away. In a burst of impossible speed, it shunted him out of his doomed universe and into this one. A shadow followed him through the Speedforce. It harrows his every step, taking the forms his guilty conscious most fears. It is judgement given form. It is death, black as midnight, and it will not rest until it finally catches up to him. Here, in this new world, he's found a paradise. Everyone he once knew still lived and breathed. There was no alien conqueror looming on the horizon. It was a young earth full of heroes, full of potential. Wally knew this was his only chance to start over. He intends to make things right, if he can. To find those he hurt in his world and ensure they had a better future in this one. P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) ________________________________________________________________________________________ I'm looking to apply for Wally West for a few reasons. Firstly, I wanted to write a second character that is as stark a contrast to Frank Castle as possible. Wally is young, joyful and driven to do genuine good. Even if his life is defined by tragedy, he strives to use his powers to help others. Its an archetype I enjoy, and I think Wally's quippy, lighthearted personality will be a nice break from the dourness of Punisher. Secondly, I want to hearken back to one of my favorite runs from yesteryear, Sep's Iris West from Ultimate One. I really enjoyed his spin on the Flash mythos, and when I was mulling over how I wanted to play Wally, Sep's old run was the first thing that came to mind. Wally being the successor to that universe's Flash has a few advantages, in my opinion. With Barry, his and Wally's relationship deepened when Wally became Barry's sidekick. Wally got to learn how to be the Flash by working side by side with Barry for years before donning in the costume. Here, though? Iris is dead and a world away. He bears the responsibility of legacy without having an experienced Flash to lean on. They're flesh and blood. Losing her impacted him to his core. Since his arrival in our universe, Wally has tried to find a place for himself. He's desperate to make connections to this world's versions of his own family. There's one small problem, however: this world has its own Wally West. He's an ordinary high school senior preparing for university. Pretending to be this Wally so he can spend time with Iris and Barry has proved...challenging.

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_{PUNISHER: WAR JOURNAL}

CHAPTER #3: Burning Rubber

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_{St. George, Staten Island ♦ New York City}

^{Ooh, see the fire is sweepin'
Our very street today
Burns like a red coal carpet
Mad bull lost your way}

I stumbled into the back alley where I'd left the van. Couldn't see shit through the sweat and blood dripping down my face, so I followed my memory. Fell over a pile of garbage bags, but I managed to find the door. Yanking it open, I knew there was a medkit under the driver side chair. Inside were six patches shaped like disks lying atop a layer of gauze. A plastic film covered each disk. I tore off the film, and placed the first disk flat against my forehead.

The tech whirred to life. Micro said it was some kind of StarLabs wonder gadget. Nanites or smart particles- one of those made up words smart people used to describe their newest bullshit. The thing worked, though. I could feel the skin in my forehead stiffen as the patch stitched the hole in my head closed.

I used a discarded rag in the wheel well of the van to clean my face enough to actually fucking see.

Made it easier to find which syringe would dull the pain and which would pump me full of adrenaline. After debating which I needed more, I settled on both. Fatigue smacked me like a freight train. My brain dropped down into my throat, and everything went dark for a moment. Then it lit up like a Christmas tree as the stimulant hit. Every part of my body shook for a good few minutes before settling into the routine numb of chemically-aided satisfaction I'd come to expect.

Bring my right foot up, I started to climb into the van.

"Micro, gimme an update on those clowns. How far have they- AAGHH! Shit!" I sunk my teeth into my tongue as I fell backward, slamming my back into a nearby dumpster. Pain shot through my leg like I couldn't believe. Only then did I remember: oh, yeah, I got shot, didn't I?

Micro's frantic voice buzzed in my ear. "Frank? Frank, are you okay? What happened?"

"Shut up." I batted away with concern. Didn't need a nanny looking out for me. I needed intel. Plus, if I'm honest? I was a little embarrassed. Didn't need Lieberman knowing I was actually a certified dumbass. "Just tell me where Bruno went."

After carefully applying a second patch to the hole in my thigh, I climbed up into the van. The laptop mounted on the center console clicked on, showcasing a map of Staten Island. A smattering of red dots representing tracked phones were flying down side streets southward into Tompkinsville. They were all traveling in a line and they were moving quick, but the further away they got, the slower they started moving. Go too fast and they'd be stopped by the cops, and they'd be hard pressed to explain all the gunshot wounds and bullet holes in their cars.

The van's engine roared to life. I swerved out of the alley and accelerated down the road. If I burned rubber and Micro kept the streets clear I might be able to catch up to these bozos. My guardian angel made sure every light I passed turned green, and my query was plagued by every demon of the traffic world he could summon.

Lieberman sure did make my job easier. I never told him how much I appreciated having my very own wizard on speed dial. I should have. He was the only friend I had after...after Central Park. He knew what happened to Maria and the kids. He knew, and he dedicated all he had to helping me kill the bastards responsible. And I never gave him so much as a thank you.

"They're leaving Tompkinsville on Van Duzer. I think they're going for the interstate, Frank."

"Which means they could end up anywhere in New York." I grunted. "Great."

"No need to rush. I have their license plates and every traffic camera in the city. Even if they dump their phones, I can find them again."

The van rumbled along at a snail's pace. His armored behemoth had never been intended for car chases. It was a fortress on wheels- a battering ram I could drive straight through a building without stopping. My fingers tightened around the steering wheel until my knuckles turned bone white. Try as I did to slow my breathing, I couldn't. The drugs were making my foot bounce. Tightened the muscles in my arms into coiled snakes.

I couldn't let these bastards get away. The Costa family were a festering wound in this city's underbelly. Their drugs tore apart families. Filled rehab centers with broken dreams and regret. Put kids into the morgue. Not to mention all the people they disappeared to keep business booming.

This started because of the G-Men, but the warpath had many branches. There were monsters down every road. Nobody did a damn thing to stop them, either. The cops and the DA's office were either apathetic or in on the joke, I didn't know which. And it didn't matter. I'd do the job none of them could.

Every body I put in the ground was just a drop on the rainstorm, but it was a drop that wouldn't fall on anyone's head ever again.

"I see them."

They were far ahead of me. I could barely make out the color and make of the rear vehicle in their convoy, but the GPS confirmed it. There they were. Peddle to the metal, I veered into oncoming traffic like an idiot possessed. It let me shoot past the civilians driving ahead of me. The driver in the left lane slammed on their breaks and pulled over onto the sidewalk. They hit a light post, but the damage looked minimal. I was lucky nobody died.

Now I was coming up on the Lincoln Continental. It was Scotti's. I could see his red curls in the back seat.

"They're looking at you, too-" Micro warned a second before Matthew Skinner leaned out of the driver side window with a MAC-10 in his hand. He fired a wild burst into the front of the van, barely scratching the paint. Nothing these guys had would even damage my front windshield. I kept accelerating. Once I was close enough, I could run the scumbags off the road.

"Careful!" Micro yelled, his microphone peaking. "Those are houses on either side of the street, man. You don't want a shootout here."

"I know what I'm doing." I gritted my teeth, too stubborn to listen. I thought I knew better. I'd been to war. Been fighting my entire life. I thought I could keep control over the situation.

I pulled up until my bumper rammed into the back of the continental's. Rolled the window down, even as bullets pinged off right past my ear. I unholstered the sidearm on my hip, waiting for Skinner to stop shooting.

"Take a nap, Skinner!" I yelled over the roar of the wind. I leaned out long enough to put a single bullet behind his ear. The hollow point round expanded as it broke Skinner's skull open. Blood and brain matter followed the bullet out through the front of the driver's face. His lifeless body collapsed against the steering wheel, sending the car careening to the left.

Fast as I could, I got up next to the out of control car, and shoved the corner of my front bumper into the continental's rear. It started to spin. The van's massive, armored hide absorbed the hit and kept the car from tearing into oncoming traffic. Instead, it rolled to the right. It went top over bottom three times before smashing into a car parked in front of a two story duplex. Metal screamed as both frames crunched together into a broken mass of glass and steel.

"Frank..." Micro didn't deliver the lecture I expected. He only sighed.

"Get a drone on that car. If Scotti's alive and attempts to flee, I wanna know." I ordered, then I pressed on. My real target had kept his flight when Skinner and Scotti went down. Bruno's limousine trundled along even slower than my battle van, but he had a solid head start. His limo charged through a gas station parking lot, knocking over a bystander and nearly killing him as it exited off Richmond and onto the interstate.

"Contacting EMS." Lieberman mumbled.

"They'll send cops."

"The dude just got hit and run, man. He needs paramedics."

"I..." I swallowed my pride and let it go. "Fine. Just downplay the details and divert patrol officers."

I followed Bruno onto the on-ramp, swerving past a minivan to catch up to him. His gaudy, cream-colored Cadillac looked like something a president should've ridden in. Two other cars flanked the limo, and a third led the way. No one had started shooting at him yet.

Since I had a moment, I checked my surroundings on the approach. Limited number of civilian vehicles in the area. Given the time of night and the obvious aggression of Bruno's entourage, people were cautious. Slowing down. Good. Meant less chance of crossfire when this came down to a firefight. No sign of the red and blues yet either. Police response time in New York City averaged around fifteen minutes. Specifics varied on the borough and the severity of the crime.

The van thundered on. It pulled up right behind the limo. The two escorts collapsed back, matching me on either side. Passengers with machine pistols and shotguns popped out of their windows. They unleashed a hail of led against the the van, but I paid them no mind. I just rolled my window up. It was six inches of Ballistic glass and Aluminium oxynitride. Nothing short of a .50 was getting through that.

With the flick of a switch, the bull bar on the front of the van folded open. I took a few seconds to align the center of the van with one of the limo's rear tires, then flicked a second switch. A nylon net shot out of the front of the bumper, wrapping itself around the tire. I slammed the breaks. Tires screeched as the weight of the van fought to suspend the speed of the Cadillac. Smoke billowed as the two vehicles fought for control. The limo gave way first. Its axle snapped in two, and the car leapt forward another ten yards, tireles rear scrapping against the asphalt before it came to a halt.

The Maggia security detail whipped their cars around to form a barricade around Bruno's broken ride. They dismounted, stacking up behind the engine blocks of their vehicles for cover. None of them were wielding revolvers anymore. In their fists they held automatic weapons, machine pistols and shotguns. A cold wind blew over the highway. It carried the stench of burnt rubber and gasoline.

Civilian cars screeched to a stop as they approached and noticed the chaos. Those that didn't backup quick enough were greeted by a spray of automatic fire from Costa's men.

My hand hovered over the console. Every switch had a different label: Turret. Flamethrower. Grenades. Spike traps. I passed over those to the last in the line, and flicked it.

Through the windshield, I watched a pair of grenade launchers pop out of hidden compartments on the hood. They launched canisters into the road between the van and Bruno's soldiers. A low hiss sounded as smoke poured out over the roadway, filling it like a passing fog.

I stood from the driver seat. Made my way to the back of the van where I stored all my goodies. I had an armory here, years in the making. Every weapon I could ever want sat in cages mounted on the walls. My eyes darted to an old M240. A Catholic cross and rosary wrapped around the end of the barrel.

^{War, children, it's just a shot away
Just a shot away
Just a shot away}

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Quite a few stories I've really been enjoying. It's bittersweet that @Half Pint is hanging up the cape and cowl because I've been enjoying the reimagined Burtonverse Batman but I'm also really excited for this new Fantastic Four. I'm assuming the Batman story was heading towards a Two-Face origin story and all the fun that comes with that, so it would have been good to see that play out but I also understand how sometimes you get a couple posts in and find out its not your preferred fit.

@Master Bruce's Spider-Man and @Bounce's Aquaboy have both been a lot of fun to read, with snappy dialogue and a good pace. I'm definitely looking forward to seeing more of both of those.

@Cyrania's Martian Manhunter has been pretty solid so far, though I am intrigued to see where it goes. Not usually a character I'd give a second thought to, so kudos for making me care about Martians.

I've also found myself thoroughly enjoying @King Kindred's teenage Thor and look forward to more of the mythical side being explored, along with Thor's heritage and coming to realize who he truly is.

@Ezekiel's Warbird, @Supermaxx's Punisher, @Sep's BB & Nova, and @Roman's Constantine are all off to a very strong start. If you haven't taken the time to read them yet, I suggest you do.

Couple who haven't posted yet but I'm looking forward to reading are @Hound55's Captain America and @Hillan's Orion. I'm very intrigued by both sheets and know the capabilities of both writers, so I look forward to seeing what they're cooking up.

@Lord Wraith

I'm really intrigued by the story line you're building about the Kryptonians. Them being this race of ancient, terrifying conquerors is a fun take. Seeing Clark politely interacting with a bunch of unhinged aliens in Knowhere has been fun.

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Ugh @Supermaxx is doing a thing that makes me feel like I should be more involved.

@Sep

that's what I'm here for babeeeey

Superboy's Shitty Characters

F L A S H
F L A S H

^{"Let's make this quick...Get it?"}

C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y _________________________________________________________ Wallace Rudolph West _________________________________________________________ 18 | Single _________________________________________________________ Justice League (formerly) | American N O T A B L E A B I L I T I E S & T O O L S N O T A B L E A B I L I T I E S & T O O L S _________________________________________________________ [+] - A B I L I T I E S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Speedforce Conduit Doused in strange chemicals and struck by a bolt of lightning, Wally West transformed from an ordinary teenager to an avatar of a fundamental force of creation. It is momentum. It pushes time and space forward. Without it, reality as we understand it could not exist. It is the Speedforce: an unexplainable cosmic phenomena that stretches across universes. Wally West can feel a connection to other speedsters through the Speedforce- he can even hear their voices, on occasion- but he is too inexperienced with his abilities to reach out. ◼ Superhuman Speed The principle power gifted to the Flash by the Speedforce is in its name: speed. When he channels the force everyone else might as well be standing still. He can count the wing beats of a hummingbird. Bullets fly at a snail's pace. Only a few beings have ever been able to keep up with him, and none so far have outpaced him. Fast as Wally is, though, he knows the consequences of complacence. ◼ Speedforce Aura The 'aura' is an invisible field of energy drawing power from the Speedforce. It surrounds Wally's body, insulating him from friction, and manipulating sound and oxygen to function for him even at enormously hypersonic speeds. Kinetic energy passing into his body is also lessened, so as to stop him from shattering into pieces if he trips and flies into a wall at Mach 150. His subconscious is largely responsible for dictating what his aura filters and what it lets through; he understands but a fraction of its potential. - T O O L (S) ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Costume Ring Wally stores his costume inside a ring. The costume is compressed to fit inside thanks to metamaterials created by StarLabs, Barry Allen's employer on their old earth. The costume itself is durable, and designed to be repaired using almost any material. This 'smart clothing' transforms the attached material into more of itself. - A L L I E S & A N T A G O N I S T S A L L I E S & A N T A G O N I S T S _________________________________________________________ [+] - A L L I E S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Harrison Wells - StarLabs Physicist ◼ Iris West - Reporter, Aunt ◼ Barry Allen - Forensic Scientist, Uncle ◼ Rudolph West - U.S Army Colonel, Father ◼ Wally West -Student, The Real One ◼ Linda Park - Student, Friend A N T A G O N I S T S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ The Black Racer ◼ Eobard Thawne AKA Professor Zoom, the Reverse-Flash ◼ Leonard Snart AKA Captain Cold ◼ Mick Rory AKA Heatwave ◼ Digger Harkness AKA Captain Boomerang ◼ Evan McCulloch AKA Mirror Master ◼ Mark Madon AKA Weather Wizard - - P O S T C A T A L O G U E P O S T C A T A L O G U E _________________________________________________________ 001 - Wrong Turn at the Last Dimension

T H E S T O R Y S O F A R... T H E S T O R Y S O F A R... __________________________________________________________________________________ Wally West is the nephew of Iris West, better known to the world as THE FLASH. Wally watched her die on national news when the Silver Surfer, the Herald of Darkseid, drove his fist through her heart. Boom tubes opened across the sky, and armies of parademons descended upon the world. The streets of Central City ran red. Wally couldn't just stand by and watch the world end. He sought out Harrison Wells, a verifiable genius and Iris's former mentor. Wally had a plan. A stupid, dangerous plan. Dr. Wells stood strongly opposed to it even as he strapped Wally to the very same chair Iris West had sat in before her accident. Within the walls of StarLabs, West and Wells replicated the event down to the smallest possible detail. It should've killed him. Instead, it connected him to the Speedforce. It transformed his every molecule into the perfect conduit for that cosmic power. Donning a version of his aunt's costume, Wally joined what heroes still lived in fighting for their world. Superman. Spider-Woman. Thor. Big Barda. Vigilante. They were a strange, eclectic bunch, but they were earth's last line of defense. They were the JUSTICE LEAGUE. They fought the good fight. Defeated the Herald, and brought the armies of darkness to their knees. But when Darkseid stepped down from his throne, the Justice League failed. Those that did not fall to the corruption of the Lord of Apokolips died at his hands. The Flash was the lone survivor of that fateful, final battle- because he ran. He was only a teenager then. A child thrown into an impossible situation and asked to rise to the challenge. He didn't. He ran. Pain, sorrow and guilt rushed down to his very marrow. That cocktail of emotion fueled him as he ran and ran, gaining more speed than he could have possibly imagined. The Speedforce knew this was wrong. This was not the outcome ordained by fate. It carried Wally away. In a burst of impossible speed, it shunted him out of his doomed universe and into this one. A shadow followed him through the Speedforce. It harrows his every step, taking the forms his guilty conscious most fears. It is judgement given form. It is death, black as midnight, and it will not rest until it finally catches up to him. Here, in this new world, he's found a paradise. Everyone he once knew still lived and breathed. There was no alien conqueror looming on the horizon. It was a young earth full of heroes, full of potential. Wally knew this was his only chance to start over. He intends to make things right, if he can. To find those he hurt in his world and ensure they had a better future in this one. P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) ________________________________________________________________________________________ I'm looking to apply for Wally West for a few reasons. Firstly, I wanted to write a second character that is as stark a contrast to Frank Castle as possible. Wally is young, joyful and driven to do genuine good. Even if his life is defined by tragedy, he strives to use his powers to help others. Its an archetype I enjoy, and I think Wally's quippy, lighthearted personality will be a nice break from the dourness of Punisher. Secondly, I want to hearken back to one of my favorite runs from yesteryear, Sep's Iris West from Ultimate One. I really enjoyed his spin on the Flash mythos, and when I was mulling over how I wanted to play Wally, Sep's old run was the first thing that came to mind. Wally being the successor to that universe's Flash has a few advantages, in my opinion. With Barry, his and Wally's relationship deepened when Wally became Barry's sidekick. Wally got to learn how to be the Flash by working side by side with Barry for years before donning in the costume. Here, though? Iris is dead and a world away. He bears the responsibility of legacy without having an experienced Flash to lean on. They're flesh and blood. Losing her impacted him to his core. Since his arrival in our universe, Wally has tried to find a place for himself. He's desperate to make connections to this world's versions of his own family. There's one small problem, however: this world has its own Wally West. He's an ordinary high school senior preparing for university. Pretending to be this Wally so he can spend time with Iris and Barry has proved...challenging.

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Welcome to Middle School Monday.

We need some weekend posters to avoid me double posting in the IC :P

MINI-EVENT: NEW YORK

^{@Cyrania @Master Bruce}

My post sets up our first mini-event for Worlds Collide, which will be based in Marvel's favorite city

For those who want a read-ahead:

Brief Synopsis

Fire Trolls attack New York, coming out of the sea in pursuit of young Arthur Curry. Heroes of every level will be required to take on the threat posed by the Fire Trolls themselves, as well as the collateral damage they cause that endangers ordinary New Yorkers (fires, collapsing buildings, etc). And obviously Arthur's in the role of our damsel in distress.

The event will kick off with the next Middle School Monday (Oct. 20th).

Interested participants, just tag me to let me know if you'd like to participate so I can start to formulate a plan around the size of the group we have. I tagged Cyrania and MB because we've discussed this in the OOC previously, but its open to anyone.

@Bounce

Definitely tempted. Will need to mull over a reason for Frank 'convicted murderer' Castle to get involved.

Pariah Online

@Supermaxx

just going to quote myself instead of reposting it.

DATABASE LIVIN IN THE DATABASE O-OOOH