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three word story(dead now because GORGONMAST ruined it. This is a stain on my reputation but it’s not my fault)

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Syn Sheets

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Ever since man has been capable of hitting other man with a rock, the world has been divided with power, between those who have it and those who do not. On this world, more than on ours, this division is more important than any other. Some secure power with the right mechanical gadgets and the years of study necessary to build them. Others seek out power at the bottom of a chemical vat, with the handshake of some otherworldly evil, or in the bite of a genetically unstable exotic pet. A few with enough money or federal funding simply strap six tons of bulletproof power over their chest and call it a day. All of these people, designated by their power, are known as Supers. Some are heroes. Some are villains. Universally, they're all pretty dramatic.

We (That means you!) will be playing Supers brought together by luck, or rather, by being down on theirs. All of our characters, at least for those introduced early enough to be responding to this interest check, should be answering a call in the papers for Superheroes Level 4 and below -- a rare prospect in today's Super world of glitz and glam -- to join a revived Super group that has been retired since the 90's. Whether they are trying to relive their glory days, trying to seek vengeance, or are just superpowered and interested in the concept of sharing subsidized rent 10 ways, the players will all be members of the newly-reformed Justice Squad.

DHR

VILE

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx	The Villain's International League of Evildoing The Villain's International League of Evil, more commonly abbreviated simply as The League, was founded in 1953 as The Brotherhood of Evildoing, though this was changed to "The League of Evildoing" in 1967 in the infamous "Electricia v. Brotherhood of Evildoing" case, and once more to the current name in 1971 as part of a rebranding effort. It is essentially a global trade union for villains, serving as the authority over every facet of supervillainy, be it dealing with a villain’s legal recourse, supplying henchmen, screening offensive alter-egos and gimmicks, creating suitable nemesis pairings for heroes, and so on. The League’s rulebook is bound in human flesh, and is extensive, strict, and notoriously bulletproof -- There are no loopholes to be exploited, or any matter it does not cover in great detail. The League’s legal team is one of the best in the world, and when matters can no longer be settled in courtrooms, they rely on their equally-skilled assassins.	xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

The World

The Super world is much like our own, but with superheroes. History is identical to ours up until 1948, the year Trent Harks discovered the Girdle of Zeus and became Captain Titan. Since then, societal shifts have been the same as our universe, though they have also been reflected by Supers. The first Supers in the late 40's and 50's were largely tools of patriotic American propaganda, who donned golden age costumes and battled campy villains such as "Yellow Peril" and "Captain Catastrophe". Crimefighting Supers were officially regulated in 1952 with the founding of the Department of Regulated Crimefighters. A year later, a criminal Super known as Black Mask founded the Brotherhood of Evildoing in order to similarly organize villainy, though theirs is at a unionized level. Since then, the two regulatory organizations have worked within an alliance of sort, right down to their similarly-organized rulebooks.

As a result of the race to create nuclear-powered Supers in the 40s and 50s, many heroes of the golden age -- Comrade Red, Atomic Man, and the Nuclear Family, in particular -- died of radiation cancer in the early 60's. Along with the controversial use of Supers in Vietnam and society embracing pacifism as a whole, the role of Supers shifted to fighting (or abetting) low-scale crimes such as drug trafficking and extortion rather than aiding international conflicts. Heroes like Groovemaster and

Major Organizations

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The Villain's International League of Evil, more commonly abbreviated simply as The League, was founded in 1953 as The Brotherhood of Evildoing, though this was changed to "The League of Evildoing" in 1967 in the infamous "Electricia v. Brotherhood of Evildoing" case, and once more to the current name in 1971 as part of a rebranding effort. It is essentially a global trade union for villains, serving as the authority over every facet of supervillainy, be it dealing with a villain’s legal recourse, supplying henchmen, screening offensive alter-egos and gimmicks, creating suitable nemesis pairings for heroes, and so on. The League’s rulebook is bound in human flesh, and is extensive, strict, and notoriously bulletproof -- There are no loopholes to be exploited, or any matter it does not cover in great detail. The League’s legal team is one of the best in the world, and when matters can no longer be settled in courtrooms, they rely on their equally-skilled assassins.

VILE employees -- entirely separate from villains -- are somewhere between Imperial Stormtroopers and the DMV. They handle the massive amount of paperwork generated by the League, as well as public relations and administration. They are all identical, wearing black uniforms likened to pajamas and plastic skull masks resembling their logo, which has a considerably thin mouth grate, muffling their speech at all times and making it impossible for employees to take lunch breaks. The League is led by its founder, the aging and increasingly senile Black Phantom. His current decline in health and subsequent need for replacement is an unspoken issue and the subject of constant gossip within the League, as there is no known replacement lined up.

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The Department of Hero Regulation

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The Department of Hero Regulation is a federally owned bureau of management for heroes, founded in 1944 after the infamous Mighty Man Incident, wherein Sam J. Reynolds, AKA Mighty Man, was found guilty of Destruction of Property by a prosecutor seeking payment for a barn damaged by Mighty Man's flight. After breaking the handcuffs he was placed in, Mighty Man incinerated the courthouse with his heat-vision and flew to Nicaragua, where he remains in hiding to this day. The proceeding national outcry lead to the DHR's establishment, and federal funding for devices and training to handle Supers. Due to the passive role heroes take defending themselves from villains, the DHR has significantly fewer rules than their counterpart organization, though this is not to say that the rules are not enforced as strictly as VILE’s. Most of the DHR’S rules focus on acceptable levels of force and permitted scenarios for the escalation of conflict -- As an organization, the DHR is more focused on capturing unregistered heroes and villains and threats to global safety. They typically only involve themselves in the affairs of higher level villains, such as those capable of purchasing nuclear weapons or summoning world-devouring creatures. They are also in charge of assigning appropriate “Units”, which are essentially sets of preapproved dynamics such as “Lone Hero”, “Hero Family” or “Hero/Sidekick”. When a single man in a cave applies for a young, spandex-wrapped male sidekick, it is the DHR's screenings they have to pass. When Super families routinely risk their child's safety crawling into tombs to press secret buttons, it is the DHR who investigates. When a hero breaks the rules, it is the DHR who hunts them down.

History of Supers

The first Supers predated the concept of Supering entirely, ranging from early masked vigilantes to well-known eccentrics of the time. The first heroes rose up during the turbulence of the Roaring Twenties, mostly private investigators, conscripted government agents, and travelling lawmen. This saturation of government-appointed heroes grandfathered into the DHR after its formation lead to an early-established culture of deference to the government and its law within the hero community. Similarly, the earliest villains were mostly German royalty driven to bankruptcy by World War I, fostering a culture of greed and self-serving within their own ranks.

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Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

So shine bright
Tonight,
You and I
We're beautiful like diamonds in the sky
Eye to eye,
So alive
We're beautiful like diamonds in the sky

Scribble scribble scribble

All sorts of creatures cohort on the whites of Aaliyah’s notebook. The margins filled with pointless scribbles, maybe she could make her own burn book. Who was she kidding? Aaliyah could never be as savage as Regina George nor as pretty. That thought lingered in her mind as her physics class droned on in the background as white noise. Attendance was being called and the teacher finally got to King.

“King, King, King”

The scene was straight out of Ferris Bueller’s day off. The teacher spoke in the same monotonous monotone voice as his celebrity counterpart. A black hole swirled in the middle of her paper with no signs of stopping, consuming everything surrounding it. Suddenly an asteroid collided with Aliyah’s head, grounding her back to earth. Except it wasn’t an asteroid and more so a crumpled piece of paper. Aaliyah’s cheeks went flush as her words started to spew out in word vomit. Why was it so difficult just to say “here”?

As the day went on, things hadn’t gotten any better for the young wallflower. Homecoming was right around the corner and it seemed like it was more of a mating season than a formal courtship. Aaliyah hadn’t planned on going and finding academic excuse to not, but she was out of luck. With the pairings out Aaliyah looked to see her partner. Sweat started to accumulate on her forehead as her glasses became uneven. Her eyes would avert themselves from the list every time she approached her name.

“Please not a jock, please not a jock” she chanted.

Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and traced her finger to her name before slowly opening them to reveal J.J. Reyes as her match.

“Of course, I get the jock” she said dejected, her back turning to the wall before she slid down to take a seat. Her worries didn’t concern the jock so much as what she was going to wear and how she was supposed achieve a “glow up” in such a short window. Aaliyah was really wishing she had her own fairy godmother that could help her go to the ball. The closest thing she had to that was her mother and maybe Chanel, but she was barely even a blip on the fashionistas radar. With some more existential sighs, Aaliyah was finally ready to collect herself and head home on her favorite bicycle. Her mom was going to have a blast.

It was finally the day of homecoming and Aaliyah had spent every waking hour prior to homecoming with her mom in search of the perfect dress. At this point most of the shopping was for her mom rather than her. A slave to her mother’s idea of a makeover, Aaliyah began to feel like a stranger in her own skin. After finding a dress she was comfortable in, her mom decided to take her to a salon and makeup artist to get her glow up professionally done. First was the salon, where they thoroughly washed and brushed her hair. Knot after knot was finally broken down into long lush waves of hair. It was the first time Aaliyah had ever gotten her eyebrows waxed as well. You know when you get hit by a rubber ball in dodge ball? Yeah it felt like that but directly on the eyebrow. With some tears and hair follicles lost, Aaliyah was ready for makeup. Bright lights and mirrors had surrounded her as if she was in a mental hospital, but to think that all of this wasn’t crazy would be a stretch. Aaliyah could feel like extra layer of skin covering her body like an alien symbiote. Once she looked at the mirror, much to her dismay she quite liked how she looked.

All those years spent surfing Pinterest and Tumblr look at other girls and wishing she was just as flawless, and fashionable were now coming full circle. The ugly duckling was finally feeling pretty for once and with it a blossoming sense of self confidence, which once trapped under the soil of her self-doubt. If only Jew boy Elijah could see her now. Now it was time for wardrobe; black dress slipped on, accessories coming shortly after, Aaliyah was ready to dazzle her peers with her new look. Tonight, would be the start of a new life, a better life. And with that Aaliyah had made her way to the party after being taken by her big brother.

“Since when did you start looking grown?” Josiah asked, confused as to what happened to his sister.

“This is always who I was meant to be. I can’t let you and sis show me up” Aaliyah setting up her brother to be put in check.

“I see you sis, just make sure none of these dusty niggas holla at you now. If they do let them know they can get the smoke”

Aaliyah couldn’t help but chuckle as her cheeks turned red from embarrassment, “Don’t worry, I’ll call you if I need you.”

The two had arrived at the venue, as more students and faculty poured in. “Thanks for everything Josiah, I’ll see you later” she said to her brother giving him a hug and kiss before getting out.

“Just breath and don’t trip over anything” giving herself a quick pep talk before she entered the event. The first thing she needed was a drink, so the chess queen made her move to the punch bowl in anticipation of her big night.

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

She don't believe in shootin' stars
But she believe in shoes and cars
Wood floors in the new apartment
Couture from the store's departments
You more like "love to start shit"
I'm more of the trips to Florida
Ordered the hors d'oeuvres, views of the water
Straight from a page of your favorite author

Between the constant pressure of performing by his peers and coaches, there was barely any time for Andres to focus on anything but soccer. Soccer was his life, and that was his own choice. Had it been up to Andres, he would have quit school and played soccer full time. That was, until fate led him to his Gothic girlfriend, Martha Radley. A weird pair for sure - some might call it a crack ship, with them being polar opposites and all. Once news broke out of their unholy union, word spread like doves out of a wizard's hat. Only there were no tricks or smoke screens behind this pairing: just honest to God love and affection. So when the homecoming pairings were finally made final, one would understand why Andres might have been a little less than ecstatic at not being paired with his strange love.

After practice was over, Andres had decided to stay behind and vent his frustrations. The sound of the net removing all the momentum out of the black and white ball was all that could be heard within ear shot. This went on and on until Andres was drenched in sweat. The Friday night lights shut off all in unison, leaving the hot-blooded Colombian in nothing but darkness; an ambiance he had grown accustomed to with the aid of his partner. A long session in the showers allowed for Andres to temper his anger and allow for a cooler head to prevail. Steam fogged the mirrors as the young boy thought, “There’s no point in me getting upset. I see Martha all the time anyways. Besides, she would want me to enjoy myself at homecoming, right?”

Doubt slowly crept back into the forefront of his mind, his amygdala playing for overtime. Luckily enough for Andres, he reassured himself that they would see each other at homecoming regardless of who he was paired with. It was nothing a quick visit to the bathroom couldn’t fix.

In the remaining countdown for homecoming, Andres had finally been able to end the game of cat and mouse he had been playing with his date. Julie Macmillan was in her own league: the daughter of a rich and powerful family known throughout the fashion world. If it wasn’t for his cousin Xixi always going on about her Macmillan bag, the boy would have been out of the loop. It wasn’t her name or fame that drew Andres to her originally. Instead, it was her beautiful locks of red hair that almost set him ablaze from stealing a glance too long. While she was prim and proper, yet vain and conceited, Andres felt something else lurking behind those tempestuous gray/blue eyes.

The date was finally set, and Andres had spent the entire day mulling over what he wanted to wear. His older brother had been watching in the hallways as Andres made several passes to and from his closet to his bed, and ever so quietly, had crept into the room like a fox. Andres had been so engrossed in rifling through clothes and finding what suit even fit him anymore that he didn't notice the older male until, without warning, Santiago struck him.

Andres, in a quick scare, couldn’t help but lift his head up in response, only to then have it crash into the shelf above him. “Que te pasa hombre? Siempre estas jodiendome,” he complained, face red and flustered.

“Ya hermano, cálmese. Solo vine a ayudar. Tu querido hermano te compró el traje perfecto para tu baile” Santiago said, showing off what he had hidden the whole time.

A wave of relief crashed onto him: it was love at first site. Standing up, he couldn’t help but start laughing as he pulled his brother into a loving embrace. Andres put on the slim fitting slacks, paired with a blazer and appropriate accessories. A spritz of cologne here and some more there and Andres was finally done: dappered down in a cohesive blue ensemble. With that, his brother gave him a last once over before sending him off.

Andres jumped into his McLaren hoping to pick up Julie on the way, but it seemed she had already found a ride. So he simply shrugged his shoulders and made his way down to the country club by himself. Shortly after arriving, the dark-haired young man locked his car and checked his hair in his car window one last time before making his way inside. How hard could finding a red head in a sea of people be? It didn’t take long for him to find his pair. Making his way through the sea of people, Andres straightened himself out and took a deep breath before tapping Julie on the shoulder.

“Hey, your Uber driver is waiting outside,” hoping to break the ice with a mediocre joke.

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

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Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

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Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

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