Miguel O'Hara was the hero Spiderman in the year 2099. Born from an accident at his job as a scientist at Alchemax, Miguel literally fought against his superiors for basic human freedoms and rights. Alchemax, in the year 2099, is the corporate entity that 'owns' the north eastern part of the United States. In just a few short months Alchemax decided to fight back before more heroes rose to fight the corporate power. Several superhumans were created in experiments similar to the one that gave Miguel his powers, based on superheroes and villains from the 20th and early 21st centuries. Now Spiderman is being hunted by these test tube superhumans and hasn't been seen swinging through the streets of Nueva York [NYC] for weeks. What heroes will rise and fight by his side?
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Rules:
1.) No back-to-back posting.
2.) PAY ATTENTION TO DETAIL AND SET-UPS!!
3.) Make sense. If we can't make heads or tails of your posts they're likely to get skipped over.
4.) Get permission before using another player's character in your posts if it involves changing the scene or making actions. Everybody will take beatings in this game in battle however, so don't get pissed if you get punched or blasted into a wall by the bad guys! Namely me controlling the badguys...
5.) Problems with the game or players should be sent directly to me through PM's. I don't want a bunch of bickering in the OOC.
6.) Abandoned characters will be used as NPC's or killed off within the context of the story.
7.) “I was waiting for [insert player/character] to make a move” is not an excuse to not post.
8.) There is no rule #8.
9.) My word is law.
10.) Obey the law.
11.) In the event that I'm offline for any period of time, the deputy GM (@Sep) will take control and HIS/HER word will then be law.
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Dane looked outside the window of his middle class apartment. With all of the taller buildings and flashy lights, nearly every inch of Nueva York resembled what was once just called Times Square. The slums however, that's where the homeless dwelled. Where they suffered. Once upon a time his sister was among them. A junkie herself on something called Rapture. The same drug Spiderman was once addicted to himself. Dane would save as many of them as he could now. It was always a bit unsettling when a Hot Stuff Transport passed overhead. Taking supplies to high priced hospitals, privatized just like the law enforcement nowadays. Dane stepped into the guest room where Spiderman still laid unconscious and in a coma. His mask was off, but his secret was safe with the 'doctor.' Closing the door after exiting the room, Dane grabbed his coat and with an odd wave of his hand his staff appeared.
"Let's go save some lives..." he mumbled to himself using the staff to slow his descent down into the slums of the city on the cold hard ground.
Most of them had no idea what he was doing. Though after he was finished they were all grateful. It didn't hurt he had a few protein bars in his coat handing out to the ones who needed to be fed more. Some of the homeless were even kids, and it hurt to see them living like this. In the colder months Dane would purchase a few dozen blankets and pass them out. Most of the homeless could find shelter, it was just surviving the elements and not starving to death that was hard. And lately, the Avengers of Alchemax were turning the slums upside down looking for Spiderman. The Thing was one such Avenger...
"HEY Magic Man! Practicing medicine in the slums without a license are we? You didn't happen to help that itsy bitsy Spiderman did ya?" the grey rock skinned behemoth asked with a yell while tossing over old beat up early 21st century cars.
"It's my job to heal the sick, like your job is to be big and stupid. How's that pay by the way?" Strange bantered now going aerial with his staff.
The man of rock growled somewhat at the hovering hero.
"Listen, I don't wanna fight you. These people are unfortunate enough to have to live down here, we don't need to go wrecking the place even worse. Bad enough you're polluting the air with your weird rock sweat. What's the matter they don't make Speedstick in your size?" the 'doc' continued to talk smack flying away from the initial battle ground, towards what was once Central Park.
It was a jungle now with exotic snakes and feral wildcats lurking around every other few trees. Most people stayed behind the fences, they'd often get lost or eaten by the wildlife if they ventured into the once beautiful park too deep.
"You think I'm scared of snakes, Strange?" the Thing questioned following the hero into the park blindly.
"I don't care what you are honestly. Once I remember the right hand movements I'm teleporting your rocky ass to the badlands. Think you can beat a Hulk? What about a dozen?" Strange bantered back now still floating and avoiding the advancing attacks on him.
~KL~
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Rules:
1.) No back-to-back posting.
2.) PAY ATTENTION TO DETAIL AND SET-UPS!!
3.) Make sense. If we can't make heads or tails of your posts they're likely to get skipped over.
4.) Get permission before using another player's character in your posts if it involves changing the scene or making actions. Everybody will take beatings in this game in battle however, so don't get pissed if you get punched or blasted into a wall by the bad guys! Namely me controlling the badguys...
5.) Problems with the game or players should be sent directly to me through PM's. I don't want a bunch of bickering in the OOC.
6.) Abandoned characters will be used as NPC's or killed off within the context of the story.
7.) “I was waiting for [insert player/character] to make a move” is not an excuse to not post.
8.) There is no rule #8.
9.) My word is law.
10.) Obey the law.
11.) In the event that I'm offline for any period of time, the deputy GM (@Sep) will take control and HIS/HER word will then be law.
__________________________________________
Dane looked outside the window of his middle class apartment. With all of the taller buildings and flashy lights, nearly every inch of Nueva York resembled what was once just called Times Square. The slums however, that's where the homeless dwelled. Where they suffered. Once upon a time his sister was among them. A junkie herself on something called Rapture. The same drug Spiderman was once addicted to himself. Dane would save as many of them as he could now. It was always a bit unsettling when a Hot Stuff Transport passed overhead. Taking supplies to high priced hospitals, privatized just like the law enforcement nowadays. Dane stepped into the guest room where Spiderman still laid unconscious and in a coma. His mask was off, but his secret was safe with the 'doctor.' Closing the door after exiting the room, Dane grabbed his coat and with an odd wave of his hand his staff appeared.
"Let's go save some lives..." he mumbled to himself using the staff to slow his descent down into the slums of the city on the cold hard ground.
Most of them had no idea what he was doing. Though after he was finished they were all grateful. It didn't hurt he had a few protein bars in his coat handing out to the ones who needed to be fed more. Some of the homeless were even kids, and it hurt to see them living like this. In the colder months Dane would purchase a few dozen blankets and pass them out. Most of the homeless could find shelter, it was just surviving the elements and not starving to death that was hard. And lately, the Avengers of Alchemax were turning the slums upside down looking for Spiderman. The Thing was one such Avenger...
"HEY Magic Man! Practicing medicine in the slums without a license are we? You didn't happen to help that itsy bitsy Spiderman did ya?" the grey rock skinned behemoth asked with a yell while tossing over old beat up early 21st century cars.
"It's my job to heal the sick, like your job is to be big and stupid. How's that pay by the way?" Strange bantered now going aerial with his staff.
The man of rock growled somewhat at the hovering hero.
"Listen, I don't wanna fight you. These people are unfortunate enough to have to live down here, we don't need to go wrecking the place even worse. Bad enough you're polluting the air with your weird rock sweat. What's the matter they don't make Speedstick in your size?" the 'doc' continued to talk smack flying away from the initial battle ground, towards what was once Central Park.
It was a jungle now with exotic snakes and feral wildcats lurking around every other few trees. Most people stayed behind the fences, they'd often get lost or eaten by the wildlife if they ventured into the once beautiful park too deep.
"You think I'm scared of snakes, Strange?" the Thing questioned following the hero into the park blindly.
"I don't care what you are honestly. Once I remember the right hand movements I'm teleporting your rocky ass to the badlands. Think you can beat a Hulk? What about a dozen?" Strange bantered back now still floating and avoiding the advancing attacks on him.
~KL~
