Bearzerker Z

Spiderman Venom: The Symbiote Friends

Vanom cam take over dogs

Spiderman Venom: The Symbiote Friends

Very good idea. I do not need details for how she got the powers.

Spiderman Venom: The Symbiote Friends

Yes, all of them are potentially venoms, but not like Iron Man. I'm not even sure why they did that. His suit doesnt do that.

Spiderman Venom: The Symbiote Friends

This is what it is supposed to look like for reference

Spiderman Venom: The Symbiote Friends

Everyone knows Spiderman and a lot of people also know Venom So what if you're a person and you have some friends and then you find a Venom and you get to be that Venom and you have powers. That's what this RP will be about. Your character will find a Venom and wear it and come up with a superhero name. This will be very slice of life so a lot of the game you're just be going to school and taking the dog out for a walk and stuff. But also this is in the spider man universe, but you have to come up with an original character creation. Pictures help, but if you can't find one, a physical description will do fine. I don't care if the pictures are of real people or of fake paper people, anything is cool. You can control up to 2 people. Also the bad guy is probably going to end up being someone like Carnage, but we won't spoil that until we get closer to the end with his sister with the tooths. I think it would be best if we limited this to about 4 people. I understand that this type of game may stir up a lot of interest, but I'm trying to stay impartial and just play by the book. For those who don't know, a Venom is a space suit but you have to feed it or it gets mad and it eats people. some Venoms can make sharp weapons with their skin and others can fly so you have to figure out what your Venom can do. I'm also looking for 2 GMs so message me if your interested. Oh and if someone wants to be spiderman thats fine, but it has to be a spiderman with a venom. Thanks. we'll start next week. good Luck!

Night Terrors- A Modern Horror RP

@BenG85 No idea. I think it's just a 'Thats what she said' mentality where it feels like the more you say it, the funnier it gets but really it's mostly an overly beaten dead horse.

In terms of getting a Discord server, If people are up for it and you'd like some help, I'm happy to help set that up and then hand over the car keys to you. I think we have a cool group of people.

Night Terrors- A Modern Horror RP

I think the Discord RP thing is just people being corny, in terms of the status bar protests. A lot of the time a discord is just used as a dedicated chat room to socialize with fellow players. It would be cool to hang with you all out-of-character.

Night Terrors- A Modern Horror RP

Sorry for the double-post. @BenG85, any thought of hosting a Discord server?

Night Terrors- A Modern Horror RP

So good, @Zyshi! XD
Well done!

Night Terrors- A Modern Horror RP

Location: Nowhere, USA > Near Town Center (Sunset) || Interactions: @Zyshi

"Yup. Yup. That guy is definitely putting those in his ass," snickered Steve as he looked down the aisle at his fellow shopper, observing his selection of Vaseline and watching as the product found its place in the man's basket, amidst the cucumber and zucchini that had already taken up residence in the cart. Oz looked on at their suspect, taking in the visage of an old and grizzled man, one that hadn't shaved in what looked liked weeks and could probably tell you a tale or two about his storied life, almost certainly with a sprinkle of awkward racial undertones.

"Shut the hell up," Ozzie said finally with a dismissive wave as his attention went back to the shelves. He and Steve recalled their two favorite foods earlier. After a long debate, Ozzie decided Supreme Nachos were the best while Steve maintained that you couldn't beat an ice cream sundae with bananas and chocolate syrup. Naturally, there was only one way to resolve this. You have to create the ultra mega food. Eyes wide and shimmering like diamonds, Steve and Ozzie sprung from their chairs with an exorbitant amount of enthusiasm and ran to the P***y Wagon, the 1965 rust-spotted pale blue Ford Station Wagon with it's name spray painted in red across the tail gate. One Ice Nacho Creme Supreme later and the duo found themselves back at the store desperately seeking out the pink miracle elixir was was Pepto Bismal. "Got it," Ozzie exclaimed, holding the bottle up valiantly as if discovering the Holy Grail. A routine transaction later and the two men found themselves outside, one of which who had already ingested nearly half of the bottle.

"Hey! Bro! Stop, you fu-" Steve slapped at the bottle, trying to seize it, demanding his fill.

"Hey, I nah done, duuuuu!" Oz shouted, not even letting the rim of the bottle leave his lips. They impressively slapped it out, Ozzie thrashing his strongest of two confusingly weak arms against Steve's aimless fury of violent jazz hands that came crashing down on Oz's shoulder and back. "FINE!" came the booming surrender as Oz passed over the last third of the bottle.

Steve emptied what was left and continued to stroll with his red-eyed pal as they came to the back end of the parking lot where Oz's majestic chariot awaited. Ozzie suddenly stopped and started as if witnessing a haunted vision.
His eyes fell upon a young woman cupping some coffee just down the way as she strolled. Taking her in, he managed one sound... "Huh."

Steve wasn't blind and his pupils also lasered in on the woman down the road. "Forget it, bro. Look at you," he said with a sideways glance and a grin. "Look at your gross ass fingernails and your friggin' neck beard! Bro, why do you even have that? You can fix that in like 5 minutes, tops, and here you are. That and you don't mix. If you're getting lonely, we are on the wrong street, my friend. I can show you a corner or two." Steve's words were fading out until Ozzie was completely ignoring him, the looming sounds of a quiet town and the nocturnal life slowly transitioning, letting their waking process be heard.

"Just shut up," Ozzie finally stammered, his sobriety fighting a battle with his flame-activated euphoria. "Should I... Should I just..." Before Steve could even inject an answer, Ozzie's hand shot up in an unnatural and awkward, almost violently rapid wave as he tried to get the woman's attention.