"What? What do you mean you let Charlie send the letters?! He's only been here for a week!!"

On his cellphone, a shorter, slightly chubby man went huffing down the halls.

"Does he even know who he sent it to? WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE HIT SEND ALL?!"

The man, circles under his eyes and flushed tired cheeks came to a stop outside his office.

"Susan, I'll call you back. I'm going in now."

As soon as his pudgy thumb hit the end call button and he whipped some sweat off his forehead, the Mayor jumped almost a foot off the ground as he heard crashes from inside his office. Hans' face paled, body twitching in shock.

"Oh, Dear God..."

The mayor slowly opened the doors, face lacking all emotion as he watched the chaos.

"Yeah? Well that means you can sit on it and spin!" Shouted Violet in response to Jayce's lovely mention of her mother. The gang leader didn't have time to reply to the cheerleader, too busy snarling at the feisty male.

The mayor's brown eyes followed the blur of a skinny boy being thrown across the room, who quickly crawled away into a corner after he promptly landed with his back on the floor after hitting the aggressive Jayce.

Then, spikes tore through the mayor's beloved office making his jaw drop in an inaudible scream.

"...The insurance doesn't cover shadowy mutant spikes, I don't believe..." He muttered weakly to himself.

The mayor stomped in, grabbing the second boy in Richard's hands and pulling him away.

"No throwing people!"

He whipped the tarot cards away, making Violet jolt up in her chair. "What the hell?!"

"No card reading! No cursing!"

He then went to Jayce, pulling the cigarette from his hand and snubbing it out on the floor.

"No smoking!"
"Jeez. Buzzkill."

The mayor, exhausted, plopped into his office chair and put his head in his hands with a quiet groan. He wasn't paid enough for this...

Finally, he managed to raise his head with a sigh to look at the group before him. A bunch of misfits, they were! Oh, he had a headache... Hans' dug into his drawer for aspirins, downing them without water and taking another deep sigh.

"...Alright then. My name is Mayor Stephen Hans. It's... a pleasure, to meet you all." The mayor took another glance around the room, stifling a wince. "If you read my letter, you know why I called you here. There is a great evil that is plaguing our city, and soon it could consume us. The Voodoo Man is someone controlling these recent outbursts of villains who are attacking citizens. The only way to fight them is with our own generation of mutants... "Generation X." You will all be paid for your services in protecting the city, but the only catch is.... you have to work together."

Unsurprisingly, Violet was the first one to jump from her seat and oppose this. "What? Hell no! Why should I have to work with Octopussy over there?!" She paused to point accusingly at Jayce. "Uh uh, fuck that." The white haired woman crossed her arms stubbornly.

"Well, then, you can leave. We need all of your collective powers, and that means working together. On your own, none of you can defeat Voodoo Man. You need each other."

Violet clicked her tongue in distaste.

"You will all have code names, so we won't call you by your real names in public. Here's the list." He put a stapled few papers together on the desk.

As the heroes flipped through to see their respective hero names, a call came through. The mayor answered.

"Hello? What, at Grove Park?! Oh no!"

Hans slammed the phone down, standing bolt upright from his chair. "Generation X! There's no time! A villain has appeared at the Barbecue Bash in Good Grove Park, there's children there! Please, you must hurry!"

Max's black eyes widened at the mention of children, and in a blink of the eye he disappeared. Teleporting as fast as he could to the park, his main goal was to get the citizens to safety.

"Eh? Already? Alright, I'll burn them to a crisp!!" Violet pounded her fist into her hand excitedly, going to the window and flashing a wink and a peace sign at the rest of the group. "See you guys there!" And off she went, rushing down towards the park.

Their first villain! Let's see if the heroes can handle it...

Go get him, Generation X!

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“Fried coleslaw dumplings,” called out a baritone voice, “And cool barbecue-smoothies!”

Huffing after shouting those few words, Potluck ran a hand over his sweat soaked brow, then slung the collected moisture off to the side. A large man, far too large to be crammed into his rather poorly assembled BBQ stand, Potluck beckoned people forward and kept reminding himself to duck his head-- else he ram it into the ceiling for the whatever-teenth time.

What he couldn’t understand was how so many people kept ignoring him-- only glancing-- not actually coming over. He wasn’t hard to miss, after all-- orange haired and as large as he was-- so why wasn’t anyone coming to try the food?

“Macaroni-bread and potato-meat-pies,” Potluck shouted, “F-Free samples!” A woman glanced over at him curiously-- Potluck beamed at her-- she ducked her head and walked away. He sighed deeply, rubbed a hand over his eyes, then he saw them, standing before him with clipboards.

“J-JUDGES?”

Potluck jolted sharply, straightened out his back, and rammed his head into the ceiling.

A man with graying hair, bow-tie, and a nametag that said “Chase” winced sympathetically for Potluck and told him, “Careful there-- yes, we’re the judges for your category, side items.” As Potluck rubbed his head, Chase continued to say, “I’m Councilman Chase,” he gestured to a tall brown skinned man and said, “This is Radio D.J. and personality, Torrent-CX and,” Chase gestured to a young woman, “Chef Almi Understamp.”

Potluck snorted angrily when the chef was named. Chase pretended it didn’t happen, “Have you prepared your sample plate for us?” Potluck turned to the grill behind himself, kneeled down, then opened up the warming compartment. He withdrew three pre-prepared plates, placed them down before the judges, then pulled a few wrapped Popsicles from an ice chest. One after the other, Potluck pointed to the items on the plates, “Fried-Coleslaw dumplings, Macaroni-bread, potato meat pies, and cool barbecue smoothies”-- the last item he placed before them-- the frozen tube of what looked to be barbecue and shredded meat.

The judges eyed each other skeptically. Potluck somehow managed to sweat more. He nervously began wringing his fingers as the judges silently eyed the plates. All three silently began scribbling on their clipboards. “Presentation could use work-- it looks like you just threw the food on the plate,” Chase mumbled. “They’re all a bit indistinguishable from each other,” spoke Chef Understamp, “Kind of blending together and the textures don’t look appealing.” The DJ remained silent but winced lightly.

Potluck clenched his fists.

“Let’s start with the macaroni-bread, hm? Who doesn’t like macaroni as a standard side,” DJ Torrent spoke up. The three judges nodded in agreement, took clean forks from Potluck’s stand, then began to pick apart the dish in their own ways. Eventually, as one after the other took bites, their faces twisted in a way that made Potluck confused.

“What? Is there...” Potluck asked Chase, who seemed to be holding back coughs, “Do you need water?” Chef Understamp turned around and spit heavily. DJ Torrent’s eyes watered but he swallowed, then hoarsely croaked, “I can’t...”
“Terrible...” Came a voice that echoed within Potluck’s mind.
“Not good that was...” Came another voice, dragging Potluck down into the darkness.
“I can’t believe… horrible...” Echoed the final voice before Potluck’s world turned red.

Potluck roared as he reached beneath his food stand, pulling a silver pot from beneath it. He scraped the sample plates into the pot and an eerie blue mist began to swirl out. “Stop being so mean,” yelled Potluck as he tied the pot up to himself, “I don’t like it when people are mean to me!”

From the pot came an unearthly screech-- a blur-- his food stand burst into a shower of wood and bent tent poles. “If you don’t like it-- someone else will,” Potluck screamed as, above him, a harpy looking creature circled. It’s wings were made of tattered coleslaw, talons made of sharpened BBQ icicles, and it let out an unearthly screech before spewing molten-hot macaroni cheese toward the judges.

“Try my food,” shouted Potluck as the crowds began to scream and flee, “Try it!”

Another three harpies burst fourth from the pot then went screaming after the retreating people.

A panicked woman hiding beneath a taco stand urgently dials 7-8-9, the emergency hero hotline!





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Veronica lept out the window. "Sorry Mr. Mayor. Don't worry about the damages to the room. Our master will take care of it." She leaned in close, almost seductively and whispered. "I believe some of those you summoned are more inclined to side with the villians." The mayor looked like he wanted to ask why she wasn't going. "I'm not a combat model. I am a liason model. I deal with the day to day stuff between my master and the rest of the world. I was recently promoted to hero liason. If you don't mind I am going to have a seat and patch myself into Veronica. Gotta keep tabs on her. Think of it like a university's sports information director watching the game, but from the point of view of the star player." She sat down near the mayor.

When Veronica hit the ground she took off running. Gun in hand. At the park she studied the freak of the day. She contacted Sara, no audible words were shared, kind of like two telepaths talking with their power. "Sara you seeing this. If I was human I would swear I was hallucinating. The freak is summoning food monsters from a pot. Sara was more concerned with what he was saying. "Grab one of the flesh bags. GENTLY. I'll ask the flesh bag some questions." Veronica was going to grab the first flesh bag that ran by but it was a child screaming for it's mommy. The second person was a person with half her faced burned off. "Disgusting." The lady heard Veronica and began to cry even harder. Her tears causing her pain which made her scream cry. Finally someone who looked like they could answer questions. Veronica grabbed the person by it's arm as it ran by, she didn't take into account that the sudden stoppage of the arm might lead to damage, specifically breaking it. "Judge Torrent-CX, we have questions for you. I know your arm hurts, stop being a baby about it. Grow some balls, like those NFL players." Sara proceeded to question the big baby and let him go. Again reverting back to their internal communication. "So basically he is a mentally challenged buffoon, a horrible cook, and must likely one of if not the ugliest person on the face of the earth. You know what to do." Veronica switched her guns to the non-lethal ammunition. "Go for his balls." In this case this freaks obsession with his food being amazeballs meant ruining it was just about as effective as kicking him in his actual balls. "Hey fatty! Your food is so horrible it grew wings so it could literally get away from you. How pathetic of a cook are you? Did you seriously think anyone in the whole world would want to any of that garbage? I bet that is where you got your ingredients, the landfill. Starving people in the third world would rather starve to death than eat the food you cooked. Who taught you to cook a sewer rat?"

Kimberly Hawkins only paid a slight and mild bit of attention to, well a variety of events that were going on. She idly stared at the mayor as the situation was explained to the group gathered for the situation. Sure there was some sort of mayhem occurring at a 'barbeque bash'; but did it have anything to do with Kimberly Hawkins!? No! It did not. The girl sighed as she thought of the hunks that would've been presented if the place attacked was a beach-side bonfire.

Well, whatever, there was at least one thing that actively concerned the Cheerleading Mercenary and that was what her code-name was going to be. With a bounce in her step she walked over to the desk. As she leaned in, her index finger was hovering over the papers searching for her name. Aha! The cheerleader spotted her name and as soon as she saw the code-name her heart dropped. Mouthing out the words, a cold sweat poured over her face as she tried to hide a grimace.

"R-right. Help. Yeah. Heroes. Woo... she said jumping up and kicking back her feet. As she landed back on the ground she rose her right hand with a freshly plucked pom-pom; before immediately scuttling out of the office.

As soon as she was out of the office Kimberly's eyebrows furrowed as she gritted her teeth. "M-mongrel!? ME!? MONGREL!?" she howled out as she could feel the metamorphosis occurring. "Euuuuugh! BARF ME OUT! WHAT DO THEY THINK I AM, A BIMBETTE WHO'LL TAKE IT LAYING DOWN!?" growled out Kimberly Hawkins as her voice grew deeper and her teeth began to sharpen.

Rocking back and forth, Kimberly glanced down at her hands as she saw them grow in muscles and the claws began to form. "GWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!" snarled out as she dropped her purse and pom-poms as she held her right hand out in front of her to hide the obvious snout that manifested.

"AAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" howled out the beast as she finished her metamorphosis, standing erect and holding out her front limbs out wide. The creature briefly looked down at the wrecked clothing before getting down on all fours. As the wolf creature attempted to wag its tail; it soon realized that the cheerleader shorts were still attached.

This would not do; so the werewolf creature known to some as Mongrel began shaking its fur wildly and scratching itself with its back limbs. The force was enough to remove the unnecessary garment and allowed the tail to be wagged. Lifting its head up Mongrel sniffed the air around it to determine a source of delicious food. With the scent trail found, Mongrel began lunging towards the park.

As it arrived on the scene, Mongrel continued sniffing around slowly stalking the area. She licked her chops and bared out her fangs. There was a treasure trove of food to eat and many things to hunt. The werewolf realized what the most sensible course of action was and ignored the harpy prey for now in favor of Potluck's treasure trove of food that was dumped in a nearby garbage can.

Mongrel swatted the garbage can down with her right paw, and shortly after shoved her head there to eat at the garbage.

Lei saw little advantage in sticking around the mayor's office to discuss strategy with the people around him, especially since one of the 'heroes' he had to apparently work with had just wrecked the entire place and almost skewered several people with tendrils of dark energy. The fact that innocent civilians were in danger was also a motivating factor.

Not bothering to look at whatever his code name was designated as, probably something that didn't sound particularly hero-like anyways, the hooded man almost became a blur as the entire length of his body stretched and shot itself through the window. Lei continued to move at impressive speeds as he made his way to the park, probably far faster than most people would expect from a man who wasn't even running, but rather dragging his stomach and legs across the ground in a sequence of grotesque slithers.

Upon reaching the park, Lei found the situation to be...a lot to take in, to say the least. Apparently a man of rather generous girth was on a rampage and somehow concocting an attack against anyone in sight through the use of culinary creature-like creations. The scaley hero's teeth grit when he saw one of the harpies preparing to breath a stream of molten macaroni onto a nearby child, who stood frozen in terror.

"No time to think now." He muttered grimly as he stretched his body to shoot himself in front of the boy as fast as he could, then spread his arms out to block most of the smoldering hot food.

"Ggk!" Lei hissed as the painful sensation of intense burning immediately began to set in, before he reflexively broke himself out of his own body, leaving a hollow shell behind. Turning his head and watching his 'shed skin' continue to scald and melt under the macaroni with the a wary glance, he then heard a woman thank him profusely as she took her son and raced to safety.

Lei then glared upwards at the flying monster who had tried to attack the child, his slit-eyes narrowing dangerously as his body began to tense in preparation. He hadn't been in his mutant form long before he entered the mayor's office, and as such didn't have the time to produce more outer layers. He'd have to avoid getting hit by the macaroni from this point on. And the quickest way to accomplish that was by destroying the things that barfed them out.

Springing upwards from the ground, his elongated body quickly coiled around the harpy in mid-air, causing both of them to fall crashing to the ground. Lei grunted as he landed on the grass, but for the most part his elastic body was able to absorb the shock, allowing him to continue to constrict himself around the creature he had caught, gradually crushing its midsection in the hopes that he could keep it from breathing macaroni again.

With the two of them interlocked and immobile on the ground, it probably opened up a good opportunity for anyone else to finish the creature off, if they so desired.

When Ted saw the commotion start, a red substance that looked a lot like blood began to run down his nose. His powers had the tendency to activate while he was emotionally uncontrolled and at this moment his annoyance levels reached a high point. He glared daggers at the fools messing around with each other and he growled very hostilely. His mind thought about taking out his AK47 and unloading a few rounds, but he decided against that.

"These morons are so annoying! I seriously want to beat the shit out of these children!" he snarled and was about to go and bust some of these fools skulls, but then the mayor entered the office and he quickly went about defusing the situation. Ted was somewhat glad, it was one of the few things that the mayor did right, which was rare for government types, but at least it wasn't the federal government.

The mayor gave them a list with their code names on it. Ted grimaced at his name Bear Commando and he gave the mayor a glare. if you were a total scumbag and corrupt asshole then I would break your teeth, thought angrily. This was just more proof that this team business was a mistake and then more stuff happened. The mayor received a call for help and just like that they were off on their first mission together. Ted groaned at the thought of having to deal with these simpletons in the field.

Ted altered his body into extremely light material and was able to jump through the window and sail through the air with great ease. It was like he was on a planet with way lower gravity and he could jump from one building the next. Like John Carter from the book A Princess of Mars, Ted was able to leap vast distances as he headed towards his destination. This was definitely one of his favorite uses of his powers.

Once at the park he noticed that the place was being overrun with food based monsters chasing people and his so called 'team' was rushing into the fight with these monstrosities.

"Hay! Don't you people think we should form a plan first?!" he shouted at his teammates as they rushed in without waiting for the others.

The mayor didn't take too long with his "go team!" speech, but even with the sweet shortness of it, Molly was annoyed. That clown was a propaganda machine. Running his mouth like that about the Mr. Voodoo. Big V wouldn't want that bozo flapping his jaw and saying his name in vain, which meant that Mr. Mayor needed to die. Like, sooner than later. It was a honorable task that she burdened herself with. Of course, now wasn't the time. If Molly were to execute him in the good name of Mr. V, all these other brainwashed supey-dupeys would apprehend her. It was unfortunate that the rest of the "mutants" were drinking this pro-establishment kool-aid. Maybe a few of them would see the error of their ways. If not, they'd have to die. Which was a non-issue. People die all of the time.

Studying the list of names, Molly had to admit that hers was sort of clever. Like an MP3 isn't the most up-to-date thing in terms of music playing technology, but the "M" was probably thrown in there for Molly. How sweet. She was expecting the codename to be extremely lame but as it turned out, it was a keeper. Molly let a small grin break through her scowl for only a brief moment before returning to an expression that conveyed a lack of interest. She shrugged and put in her headphones, playing "Fly Like An Eagle".

She'd already tested the song out a few times, and thankfully she doesn't shape shift into an actual eagle. She just takes to the air and flies. She swears she feels something in her bones when it starts to play, like her body structure is changing, but it's probably just paranoia. Molly willed herself into the sky, with the Steve Miller Band's song blasting in her ears. Her flying ability was sloppy, but it got the job done. She landed less than flawlessly in Good Grove Park, stumbling once she touched down onto a grassy area. "Woahhh agh!" Molly faceplanted into the grass. "Ugh." She pushed herself up and spat out dirt, surveying the area after, partially to make sure no one saw what happened and mostly to see what the hell was going on.

Obviously, the citizens were being haunted by some food-creature-thing-losers. Unidentified food-creature-thing-losers. "U.F.C.T.L.'s." Molly muttered silently to herself in mock awe. She took a deep breath, saw the chaos that was being created by that big ugly lunch lady, and wasn't exactly sure how to proceed. She remembered the mayor's speech about working together to take down villainy. That's when she got a lightbulb: I'll gain their trust and take them down from the inside! she thought, grinning. "Molly, you're a genius," she rubbed her hands together excitedly before staring in the direction of the source of the evil food, "Now it's time to go and make a di— WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!?!" Molly fell backwards in fear when some freaky ass werewolf entered her vision. It was eating out of a garbage can... menacingly. Completely unaware that Mongrel was actually her "teammate" Kimberly, Molly assumed that the beast was in cahoots with the food demons and decided that this was where she'd make her first impression and infiltrate their "trust".

She pulled out her phone and selected some badass instrumental music by Hans Zimmer. She planted her feet and emitted a warrior cry, which with the power of music, created a powerful soundwave that blasted Mongrel and the garbage can back ten yards. "Yeah, take that, douchewolf! In the name of the law and stuff!" She wasn't even worried about the real fight that was Potluck and his monstrous food minions. The scary form Kimberly had taken captured all of her attention, and Molly — not knowing they were on the same side — decided to take action. And she really hoped the scary beast would stay down.

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After some of the others had checked the sheet to see what their nicknames were Neo himself went to see what they had given him. It's not like he was a hero anyways, but it would be interesting to see what kind of name they had for him. On scanning through for his name Neo was confused that he hadn't seen it on there. He assumed that if they invited him to this hero's meeting then they would have also given him a nickname. He did his best to keep his tracks covered as a villain as well though, so it wasn't like he had a nickname for that either. Skimming through the list to find his name, and looking over it once more to make sure he didn't miss it Neo slammed the papers on the desk. He then stormed out of Towns Hall since everyone else was also leaving to do their first official group mission, and began walking toward Grove Park.

Neo took a few steps, but then came to the realization that grove park wasn't near the area. Pulling out his cellphone Neo accessed MAPS to figure out how long it would take to get to that park walking. "45 MINUTES?!" Clicking the public transportation option Neo huffed at how long it would still take him to get to the park. "By then these clowns would be done with the mission..." There was an UBER option, and though he didn't want to have to use that option as he had no money Neo ended up getting an UBER. I bet if that one guy had thrown me I could have ended up in that park though...

Luckily an UBER was already in the parking lot nearby, so it took no time for Neo to get a ride. As he got in the driver confirmed where he was going, and gave him an estimate on how much it would cost. Neo agreed, and the driver started to head to the park. Neo smiled, and waited for the driver to catch the freeway to release his fire power. "So, here's how its going to go down~." He said in a calm tone since he needed the driver not to freak out. "You're going to go as fast as the speed limit allows you to this destination. You're also going to give me a free pass for this one ride, alright?" The driver looked at him like he was joking so Neo pulled out his hand from his sweater pocket, closed one eye, and held a fire ball in his palm. "I said, you're going to drive as fast as the speed limit allows you to this destination, and you're also going to give me a free pass for this one ride, AlRiGHt?" He said the last words as the fire ball turned a dull blue color. Neo also put his hand near the mans right side of his body to let him know this wasn't an illusion. The driver winced, but followed Neo's instructions.

As he came to a sudden stop at the parks parking lot Neo opened his other eye, and patted the mans shoulder. The man jumped to where hit his head on the ceiling of the car, so Neo laughed. "Thanks for the free ride, and I'll make sure to put in a great review for your driving!" On getting out of the car Neo peeked back in to say one more thing. "Also, if you say one word about what you saw I'lL fINd yOu, anD GiVe YoU yoUR PuNiShMenT." Then slammed the door.

Honestly, he wished he had not turned around at what was going on at the park. A few of the clown hero's were already there at the scene, and on first glance he was speechless. There was food everywhere, and citizens running around like startled ants. It was an unforgettable scene to say the least. Neo rubbed his face a bit at the work he was going to have to do, but the mayor did say they would get paid for their services. He needed some money, so he would do what he could to save these...civilians.

Seeing at what had unfolded with the uhm...snake man Neo figured it would have been best if he could find it in his heart to help him. Running towards the snake man Neo stopped instantly when macaroni was flung at him from the air. He looked up to see what looked like a food creature...monster...thing?

Whatever it was Neo closed his eye, and released ice at the next incoming macaroni ball. As it froze he quickly got in position to kick it back into the air. What goes up must come down, and down the iced macaroni ball went onto a civilians car. Neo whistled at the damage it had made, and continued to run toward the snake man as the food harpie was distracted by the car's siren. Suddenly, Neo heard someone yell about forming a plan before running into this chaos. "Uhm," He began to yell out. "THAT SOUNDS GREAT AND ALL, BUT HOLD THAT THOUGHT!" As he made it to this monster Neo switched eyes, and threw ice on the food monsters wings. Not forgetting this darn thing had a mouth he made sure to ice it up as well. "MoVE!" he yelled out to warn the snake man as he was about to switch eyes. Taking a step back Neo blasted blue fire from both hands toward the harpie to burn it to a crisp. The bad thing was that since he had used flames this much with this intensity he would only have about 4-5 minutes left to use ice before needing a break. Either that or using the blue flames once more, but he would need to go out with a bang for that to happen.

Breaking a sweat Neo took off his glasses, and threw them in his back pocket. "I can already feel the money~."

Shenanigans amongst the group had died down with the arrival of their employer, the mayor. God Jayce hated the guy...for only a second until the mention of getting paid entered his ears. Devan of course nodded as he spoke up.

"Depending on the amount made Mayor, I'm going to need a portion of his check in order to pay back some damages done to our place of residence...for obvious reasons." Jayce looked over and simply shook his head before looking away, once again pissed off but what else was new. After getting off the ground, John looked over at the mayor and nodded with his usual smile. Jayce of course went to say something back to Violet until the mayor spoke up, causing Jayce to simply result to flipping her off instead.

The debriefing otherwise had gone smoothly until the mention of kids caused one of them to outright leave for the situation, earning a raised brow from Devan and John. Jayce on the other hand boiled quietly. Soon they were given the chance to look over their codenames, one of which pissed off the cheerleader, causing her to morph into a beast and take off. Devan made his way to the list and quickly studied the names. Buzzsaw? fitting actually considering his speed and finesse with dual wielding did make him like a living buzzsaw. John then had a glance, slightly confused about his name. Was he really like Dracula though. He didn't drink blood...not that he could remember anyway. Though in a way he was sorta like Dracula, having suspended his victims in a position akin to impalement so he supposed it would work. Then came Jayce.

"Krakken!? What the absolute fuck...Couldn't have gone with something like Morpheius or whatever? Fucking Krakken....What bullshit is-"

"Well, it sorta does fit...Right Devvy-poo?" Levi shook his head before glancing at the teddy bear. Looking at the name and face he glanced back at bear.

The bear has a point. We need a plan or something. It would be ill advised to go in without some sort of combat strategy...Hey! I don't know what you want to be called but I'm up for a plan of attack. Come with us and we'll discuss this on the way." Dev offered Ted a ride on his back so they could all go together. John and Jayce would be slightly behind but for the most part could keep up with him. If Ted got on, Devan would nod to his two friends and they would make their leave with Devan going half speed down the street, weaving through traffic with ease as John and Jayce leapt over cars using speed and parkour.

So Ted...I figured your name would be just a shorten version of what you are...or were...Anyway, me and my brothers are up close fighters, minus Jayce who is more of a versatile fighter. I was thinking about drawing the attention to us while you and the others rally together to form a better strategy while using us as decoys. I'm not opposed to it and I doubt the others will be, especially Krakken back there....the one who made the spikes from his body. John is a bit more on the crazy side so I see him hanging in until the end and as for me I have speed and precision on my side. I don't know what your capabilities are but I'm sure you can add to this plan right?" Devan left the rest of it open forum so the bear could put his two sense in and offer opinions to the plan as they neared the park.

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It would seem chaos was the word to fit what was happening at the park with flying food monsters and fat people pulling them out of silver pots. Devan, John and Jayce arrived with (possibly) Ted at the park. The trio began making their way to the center of it all. Devan withdrew his two blades, turning the one in his right into a reversed grip. Jayce stayed in the middle, his back began morphing first as metallic like tendrils began coming fourth until they enveloped his body, his right arm replaced with a whip like thing and his left a massive blade. John rolled up his sleeves as he brought his ring knife to both of his forearms, each stream of blood turning into their own respectable bloody blades.

"I suppose we have a plan in place, hm?" John glanced over at Devan with a raised brow. Devan nodded.

We going to decoy for the time being until the others can regroup and hopefully attempt to work together." From behind the biogenerated armor Jayce rolled his eyes.

"So basically we're gonna fuck this dude up until they stop grab-assing then right? Tough shit for them...they ain't getting a hit on the guy then. Let's do this shit." And with that they moved in.

God he's fat...
God he's fat...
God he's fat... They thought in unison as they watched the crazed cook attack people with his own food. Mongrel was blown away by that other chick. Someone was simply yelling at the guy and-

This is bullshit...
No sense of direction...
God he's fat...

Devan looked at Jayce.

Distract the harpies and him while we move in for the flank, give'em everything you got." Jayce nodded before Devan looked at John with a nod and they both took off running in different directions with the intent on catching him by surprise from behind.

"Hey asswipe! Fight me!" With that he let his whip fist fly towards one of the harpies, causing it to explode into a disgust mess on the ground. He kept moving in in an attempt to draw Potluck's attention to himself. Once again Jayce shot out his whip fist but now aimed at the silver pot that Potluck held. It would only be moments before Dracula and Buzzsaw would make their way around.

Buzzsaw and Dracula had managed to make their way around in record time and charged forwad from behind, John leading the charge. John lept up, aiming the crimson blade at the back of Potluck's neck well Buzzsaw dashed forward, spinning at high speeds, his blades aimed at Potluck's sides. Whether or not Potluck saw or heard them wouldn't be made clear until now.

Mongrel was just a tad engrossed with its gross meal from the garbage can. As Mongrel flew with her head still in the garbage can there were a flurry of thoughts occurring as the werewolf began to set new priorities as it was not able to scavenge in peace. Landing down and crushing one of the wooden benches, splattering several food dishes at nearby civilians still fleeing from the scene, Mongrel began growling loudly.

As she began frantically shaking her head, it appeared that the garbage can refused to come off. Again Mongrel repeated the motions, and this time the garbage can came flying off and spiraled in a random direction. The beast's pupils were dilated as she snarled out, drool dripping from her fangs assessing the scene. There were even more new prey besides those harpies constructed of food; but these were not Mongrel's target. For none of these prey animals made a deliberate attempt to threaten the beast or its food source.

The creature growled as she saw the creature that screamed earlier; she had found the ring rat which dared to challenge this apex predator. Licking at its chops, Mongrel bolted at Molly and lunged at her with fangs bared to chomp down on Molly's posterior.

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Potluck was busy shoving barbecued ribs into his pot when a voice caught his attention.
@Burning Kitty

Potluck frantically looked around-- who was fat? He was only BIG BONED! He cast a sharp glare toward Veronica while dropping another rack of ribs into his pot.

"Hey now, that's not nic--" Potluck began but Veronica went on, not hearing him.

The words echoed within Potluck's mind quietly, the chaos around him drifting away as Veronica continued throwing insults. He clenched his fist.

Potluck's knees felt week-- so so weak. He trembled slightly and almostfell to the grass.

As Potluck smashed his hands against his ears, smearing barbecue sauce all over his face, he still could not block out the sound of Veronica's voice as she continued.

Tears began to well up in Potluck's eyes. His cheeks burned and the world started to blur as he sniffed, heavily, trying to keep himself together. His fury was starting to crumble-- collapse inward upon itself under the weight of the insults. And then Veronica said:


"N-NO! MY--" he took a deep breath "--GRANDMA TAUGHT ME--" he choked on his words, coughed, then his tears began to pour. Potluck collapsed over his pot and began sobbing uncontrollably. His face twisted into a horrible bunch of wrinkles and sweat, snot and tears streamed freely, as he wailed into his cook pot. How could anyone in the world be this mean? And she hadn't even tried his food-- maybe? He wasn't sure!

Potluck didn't know anything at the moment-- only that he could feel his heart breaking into a million little pieces. Then his whole body began to shake-- Potluck blinked.

No.
His body wasn't shaking, it was his cook pot that was. The whole object was heating up and vibrating erratically as he cried into it. A burst of white light blinded Potluck briefly before a pig-like shriek called out from within the depths of the pot. He tried to free himself from the ropes which attached him to the pot-- a burst of blue light beamed from the pot and halted his efforts.



A horribly monstrous screech sounded from the cook-pot, causing Potluck, sprawled out and crying on the ground, to make every panicked attempt to separate himself from said pot.

Alas, he wasn't quick enough.

DIRE BEAST SPAWNED: BBQ RIBS BEAST

Potluck meanwhile, was trying to crawl away to take shelter beneath a broken BBQ stand-- still crying but this time out of fear. He repositioned the pot to rest on his back, giving him the appearance of a very pitiful baby turtle. Seems he was absolutely terrified of what came out of the pot.

@Utrax@FallenTrinity@l0ck0n@Weird Tales@Ampere@Burning Kitty

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The mayor had finally come, and while he didn't approve of Richard's method to bond with teammates, he seemed like a person trying his best to help his citizens. Looking over at the name list he found that he was assigned the name “Kickhopper” which seemed relatively fitting once he thought about it, on his armored jump he could jump really high, which meant he could kick really hard. Looking around at the people who were already leaving, Richard decided that it was time to go too, grabbing his steel bat and jumping from the window. Using his enhanced jumping height Richard leaped from building to building until he arrived at the park. “I should have called an Uber or something” Richard said tired from all the jumping. Finally catching up with his peers Richard analyzed the situation, the villain was getting both emotional and physical damage from his teammates, so it was best that he didn't interrupt them.

This left taking on the remaining harpies as his only task available, but before he could begin his task he heard a growling sound. That sound belonging to the BBQ monster-thing that had appeared. Something so beautiful as a BBQ monster shouldn't be used for evil, he thought to himself as his stomach growled from the smell. Snapping back to reality he briefly considered to leap onto it and beat it with his bat, but the heat would probably melt him and his bat before he could do significant damage. A plan would be needed to fight that monstrosity, so​ he spoke to the heroes already present “Okay we need to cool down this BBQ thing if we even think of getting near it, do we have some sort of Iceman? or shall we call the firefighters to hose down that thing like shamu splashes the first rows at SeaWorld and cool it down enough to teach it some JUSTICE through force” Adding in his mind “And eat it afterwards"

Life was good, this is how Vivian's day started out. It always was good when she managed to make it out of the house without destroying something. Of course she lived in something more akin to a hidden bunker that her parents left her. Their old hideout as it turned out. Metropolis was their old stomping grounds but still a new place to Vivian. Supposedly there weren't any heroes left so this place should be a starting point for the young villain. Having only really been there a couple weeks she'd spent her time scoping things out. That's what her parents would have done. But as of yet there was no target in particular for her to attack.

"Lay low." Her parents would tell her. "Scope things out and try not to draw too much attention." Good advice, although the green villainess wasn't much one for being passive for very long. All this to say that she did not receive a letter or know about the whole assembling of heroes and the events currently transpiring.

[color=pink]"Yes, one day soon they will know my name." The girl giggled to herself. Dramaticism was not her strong suit and the silliness amused her. That was not the plan for today. No she was doing something average today, running. Well maybe not entirely average. Along her run she'd already managed to damage a light pole that was now leaning to one side, cause a traffic accident, and accidently push someone into a creek while crossing a bridge. But no one stopped her so things must be up. There was only the slightest thrill when she heard sirens approaching. When they passed though the mood dulled. Actually there were quite a few emergency vehicles passing by. What could be up? Was there some competition in this town for biggest villain? Wait, duh, of course there was. This was Metropolis after all. Ol' Voodoo Man himself had already contacted her. How in the world he found out who she was or why she was there confounded the girl.

Where were we again? Ah yes, the sirens. Something was going on and Vivian wanted to know what. Another cop car was coming up and she stepped in its path, holding out a hand to signal stop. She probably should have done it a tad sooner because the driver barely had time to swerve to one side and caused the car to roll. Out of no act of kindness the car suddenly stopped as it was caught before it landed on its roof. "Hey, can you tell me what's going on?"

Despite being stopped the roll had the officers slightly dazed. The driver and his partner were met staring upside down at a pink haired teen who was asking a question. "What the hell? Are you crazy kid? You could have been killed."

"Pff, you're silly. Don't you know... uh, nevermind. Are you going to tell me what's going on?" C'mon, don't have all day.

It was at this point where the officers realized that this girl was holding the car on its edge by basically leaning against it. This put their heads level with Vivian's but still flipped over. Was she one of those new supers the mayor was trying to assemble? "There's an attack going on at Good Grove Park. Some bad super able to making creatures out of food. Shouldn't you be there already?"

Cocking her head to one side Vivian looked distant. "Should I?" Another super on attack though, that sounded interesting. Her face lit up and she smiled to the officers. "Thanks for the info." Without a second though she stepped back and dropped the car leaving the men and vehicle turned over. This she wanted to see.

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Making a B-line for the park the sight before her caused her pause. Utter chaos was on display. What was even going on? How many supers were in on this? There's a giant food monster! Is that a werewolf? IS THAT A TEDDY BEAR BRANDISHING A GUN!? For a while Vivian just stood there, arms raised from her sides slightly, mouth agape, and eyes shining. "This place is amazing! Who even... what? The shock and awe dies down but the girl was shivering with excitement. What should she do? There was no way to really tell who was friend or foe. All except the food guy perhaps. Even then it was kind of hard to tell.

"Alright Vi. Calm down. Don't get caught up in the moment." The attempt to talk herself out of jumping into the fray fell on her own deaf ears. Screw it. Her hair shimmering slightly she pushed off the ground and rocketed herself into the air. Her arc meant she should hopefully land on the big pig-food-monster-thing. Was that BBQ she smelled? There was her target and she was coming down now. Closer, closer, no wait wait! And she missed. Coming down hard she landed in the wreckage on one of the other BBQ stalls and all the contents exploded outward in a shower of debris. That could have gone better.

Standing up she lifted a piece of brisket off of her shoulder. Now she kind of wished she was here for whatever was going on before all this craziness showed up, it smelled great. Time to reassess... Nope, still no telling who's what. "Yeah... No jumping into this was a bad idea. Good job Vi, not really doing yourself any favors. Oh well. So at this point she hadn't really accomplished much other than perhaps draw attention to herself. Speaking of which one of the two remaining food harpy must have spotted her on the way down because it swooped low and spewed the molten macaroni like a carpet bomber. "What the fu..." Hair shimmering, Vivian's words cut off when she was smothered by the food.

Damn that stuff it hot! Even with her resistance she could feel it trying to boil her alive. Diving out of the pool of deadly cuisine Vivian tumbled and whirled around to get it off. She snatched a water cooler and poured it's contents over herself to cool off. The lid she ripped off got tossed into the next district. "Alright fine, playtime." Taking aim and hurled the plastic water cooler at the thing that just attacked her with blatant disregard of whoever else might be nearby attacking it.

Having only her own two feet, it was viable to say that Violet had been late to the party. When she finally had reached the scene, she was puffing and sweating from the running, having to fold over and put her hands on her knees in an attempt to catch her breath.

The white haired woman stood straight, hissing at the sticky jacket that she threw off so it no longer burdened her flushed skin. "Never... doing... that... shit... again!" She gasped, swiping the back of her hand across her forehead to whip away the sweat. Violet took a hairband off her wrist and pulled her long hair back into a pony, letting a piece hang out in front of her face. The cool breeze on her neck made her smile as she stretched out her arms.

"Alright, that feels better. Now, where's the—" Her words were silenced as she looked around at the mess before her. No coordination. Broken stalls. People fighting each other, and to top it all off to giant food monsters and some fat asshole hiding in the wreckage. "You've gotta be fucking kidding me." Violet pinched the bridge of her nose, already regretting joining this bullshit. Too late now...

She quickly assessed the situation. Some "harpies", a giant pig monster, tubby over there in the broken stall and a bunch of other supers. The biggest threat seemed obvious, until one harpy blasted her with— was that cheese?

Though Violet managed to jump out of the way, her skirt had been tinged by the cheese and it ate through the fabric, making a large tear in the already minimalistic bottoms and leaving one thigh almost completely naked.

But the more revealing of her skin wasn't what angered her. Rage seemed to cloud around her, thick and evilly dark as she balled up her fists. "You... little fucking cunt..."

Her head shot up, showing her eyeballs which had been replaced with little orbs of burning fire. "DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH THIS FUCKING COSTS?! THIS WAS MY FAVORITE SKIRT, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!! NOW YOU'RE DEAD, RRRRAHHH!!!" Fire, seemingly from no where, shot out at the harpy in a bombardment of pure anger, the poor thing falling to the ground in a mass of flame before attempting to run— or rather, fly— away from the madwoman. "WHERES YOUR FUCKING CREATOR, IM GOING TO MAKE A TEAR IN HIM LIKE YOU DID TO THIS SKIRT!!!" Flames appeared around her as she charged off, searching furiously for whoever made that monstrosity.

She stopped short, her eyes— or, the flames that had replaced them— shot to the cowering man in the rubbish. Violet stomped over kicking away the wood only to lean menacingly over Potluck. "Are you the pig who made that thing?" While waiting for the answer, Violet visibly grit her teeth and cracked her knuckles, all ready to punch this guy's lights out.

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Due to his 'phasing' ability, Max managed to be the first at the scene. His black, permanently sad-looking eyes widened at the pandemonium of food and fear. People were screaming and running away, but then there were those who couldn't run from the grotesque hot-cheese-breathing creature. Small children who had been misplaced in the panic and cut off from their parents, as well as older men and woman who simply couldn't run away fast enough.

Th-there's so many. How am I supposed to teleport back and forth fast enough without running out of energy? Well, he could only try.

Though some of the heroes weren't exactly working well together, it was a good distraction for the food monsters as Maxwell popped in and out of existence, carrying away a couple of people each time to a safer area just a block away from the park. That's as far as he could get them each time without wasting his power too much, he had to conserve it for the next civilian.

But even then, his power couldn't keep up. After about 12 trips back and forth, Max's vision was blurring and his breathing had become increasingly heavy. He couldn't stay like this, so he fell down on one knee behind a sturdy trunk of a tree to take a quick rest.

A little girl, maybe about 4 or 5, dragged the high schooler out of his delirium with a terrified shriek. He took a peek out from behind the trunk to see her shaking as the half-burnt harpy readied to shoot a blast of scolding hot cheese at her. It seemed to be the same one Violet had attacked.

The shot of macaroni cheese was stopped short by a slightly blue-shaded shield, a plasma barricade projected by Maxwell. He had leaped in front of the girl to stop her from getting hurt. But he was too weak to keep it up, and the cheese broke through to severely sear his arm. "Ah!" He winced, but took the little girl's hand and teleported just a little away to hide.

In bad shape, Max slumped against the new tree they had hid behind, the little girl frightened as she tried to shake him. "Mr?! Mr, are you okay?!"
Max barely nodded, and forced a slight grin, not wanting to worry the child.
"G-...Go find, your parents... okay?"
The child looked unsure but nodded and darted away as fast as her little feet could carry her.

Exhausted and hurt, Max took another look at the scene in the park, and if he had the energy left to smile he would. All the civilians had cleared out and where safe, and that's all he wanted to have accomplished anyway...

@l0ck0n @blumenk @Cherrywitch @Utrax
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Lei's teeth grit as he stared upwards at the hulking, dripping meat-beast that had stepped out of the cauldron. He thought the harpies on their own were a handful, but this monster seemed like it could level the whole city if left unattended. Walking up beside the person with the bat, he then nodded towards the one who had helped him fend off the harpies earlier.

"That one can use ice, I believe." He answered simply, before pausing when he caught sight of a girl who was seemingly trying to divebomb the massive creature from the skies above, only to miss completely and crash into one of the nearby stands.

The reptilian man blinked for a moment, before deciding to move on without addressing it.

"...Anyways, if he can freeze up the legs and make them cool enough to touch, I can constrict myself around them and hopefully trip up our opponent, or at least keep him rooted in one spot." Lei offered before narrowing his slit eyes in the direction that rotund chef was cowering.

The woman he recognized from the mayor's office stood there as well, and the furious expression on her face made it clear that she was none too pleased with the current events. At first he was unconcerned, or perhaps even glad that the obese man was likely going to have a world of pain visited upon him. After all, hadn't he done the same in kind, to numerous innocent civilians? His creatures even tried to maim children, which put the chef far beyond the reach of mercy, in Lei's eyes.

And yet, the 'villain' in question was trembling uncontrollably as tears streaked down his round cheeks. The green-hooded man sighed as his gloved hands clenched at his side. The pitiful sight forced him to remember the fact that being a hero didn't mean only helping the people that you liked. Quickly stretching his body and slithering rapidly in front of the overweight criminal, Lei then returned to his normal shape as he straightened up and faced the heated girl.

"Don't." He stated sternly as he motioned towards the man kneeling behind him. "I know he's responsible for all of this, but right now he's terrified, and beaten. If you want to watch over him to make sure he doesn't try anything else, that's fine. But I won't allow you to attack a person who's already down."

As Lei spoke, his scales seemed to shimmer a bit. He was focusing a great deal of his energy into producing a new layer of skin, due to the high possibility that he was about to be set on fire.

@Cherrywitch@Ampere@blumenk

Neo whistled at all that had unfolded. Not only did a trio, as he saw it, unleash their powers in a way that looked majestic, but a girl also fell from...the sky? She had damaged quite a few things, and for a second there he had felt like it was love at first sight. Though, he was not sure if she was a hero, or a villain. Neo had no time to think about it as he had overheard someone requesting some ice. He was going to volunteer himself, but few seconds later he had heard a woman screaming. Turning to see what it was he saw that woman practically on top of the enemy. If he had room for it he could have had some empathy for the pathetic villain, but seeing as someone was about to get beaten up by a hero Neo couldn't help but encourage this. From the looks of it even hero's become violent. This thought alone put a smirk on his face, and as the woman finished her sentence Neo sent a few claps her way. "Kick his ass!"

It was short-lived however as the guy he had low-key helped, a snake man, was going to stop her from releasing her violence onto the sad fellow. A true tragedy, but he was not going to step between the two if they decided to brawl. It was not in his best interest to help hero's that could hardly be called so. But, nothing could be said for the other way around. "Hey," he called out to the woman. "He is the guy who made that thing, and I think if you kill him they will all go away. DOn't you thiNk sO?" Even he knew that was not the case as he had also seen the food monster come from that guys pot. They were their own monstrous beings, and so if they just killed the monsters then the guy already on the floor was defeated. But, to make a hero actually hurt, or kill a villain already admitting defeat? Now that was a sight to see.

"After all," He glanced toward the snake man, and then back to her. "Even if he's beaten now whose to say he won't come back later? Or worse, what if he's bluffing?"