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Ratwing
Team B, Brimstone Avenue
Across the street from the corner, on a streetlamp, Ratwing crouched, staring intently at a terrified woman in a cafe. Earlier, he'd been perched down the street- there were a lot of "corners of Brimstone Avenue" to look for. This is where he'd perched for the past hour and a half or so, waiting for Big Red and the others among a few damned pigeons. It was a somewhat disturbing sight- seeing the long, thin black legs bent at knees slightly above the crouching figure's head. The weird, oily black skin of a completely nude, yet entirely modest, demon glistening in the light. The mesh of meat and feathers that formed the closest thing to an article of clothing- a cape. The strange rainbow sheen of where the light hit him just right didn't help. He rubbing the three clawed fingers of his long, spindly hands together as if expecting something. But whatever he was expecting, it never came.
Yes, he had been waiting here for quite some time. He'd been called here for some work, and while he had a steady income from all the damned pigeons, a couple of pigeon souls a second wasn't going to buy him that massage chair for his surveillance room. He'd gone in and ordered as a courtesy, and even used silverware when eating. But he was still mad. There were pigeons to monitor, especially in the northern cities- people always got a lot antsier this time of year, which often resulted in accidents and immoral behavior. It was not for a few moments before he came to a realization and turned his head 180 degrees, stretching his arm to scratch his head in his current posture. Eventually, he stretched and did a quick flit across the way, landing among the others as he began eating from a bag of corn.
Team B, Brimstone Avenue
Across the street from the corner, on a streetlamp, Ratwing crouched, staring intently at a terrified woman in a cafe. Earlier, he'd been perched down the street- there were a lot of "corners of Brimstone Avenue" to look for. This is where he'd perched for the past hour and a half or so, waiting for Big Red and the others among a few damned pigeons. It was a somewhat disturbing sight- seeing the long, thin black legs bent at knees slightly above the crouching figure's head. The weird, oily black skin of a completely nude, yet entirely modest, demon glistening in the light. The mesh of meat and feathers that formed the closest thing to an article of clothing- a cape. The strange rainbow sheen of where the light hit him just right didn't help. He rubbing the three clawed fingers of his long, spindly hands together as if expecting something. But whatever he was expecting, it never came.
Yes, he had been waiting here for quite some time. He'd been called here for some work, and while he had a steady income from all the damned pigeons, a couple of pigeon souls a second wasn't going to buy him that massage chair for his surveillance room. He'd gone in and ordered as a courtesy, and even used silverware when eating. But he was still mad. There were pigeons to monitor, especially in the northern cities- people always got a lot antsier this time of year, which often resulted in accidents and immoral behavior. It was not for a few moments before he came to a realization and turned his head 180 degrees, stretching his arm to scratch his head in his current posture. Eventually, he stretched and did a quick flit across the way, landing among the others as he began eating from a bag of corn.
I figure I'll keep the weakness, but be on the lookout for other stuff that might work too.
@Rebirth
Ah, that was this reference to an old wive's tale that uncooked rice causes a bird's stomach to explode. The idea was that someone could form a barrier against him using only rice. If you want, I could look into other old wive's tales regarding things that are hazardous to birds, maybe find a more common substance.
Ah, that was this reference to an old wive's tale that uncooked rice causes a bird's stomach to explode. The idea was that someone could form a barrier against him using only rice. If you want, I could look into other old wive's tales regarding things that are hazardous to birds, maybe find a more common substance.
Well, I'm sorry to say I'm gonna have to can this for while. It's been about two weeks, only three people have expressed interest, and of those only one has a complete sheet. I'll probably come back to this eventually though, and I'll be sure to let you guys know.
@Burning Kitty@Wolpertingers@Menhir
@Burning Kitty@Wolpertingers@Menhir
Sorry, it was just so long between your posts, and you were still active in other games, I figured you had just quietly abandoned this and wanted to avoid poking the wound.
Scraphunter looks good! I'll probably wait for some more folks to start up though.
In the year of 1993, humanity perfected its first warp drive, opening the gate to the stars! We discovered that in the far reaches of space exists a highly advanced galactic community of aliens of all shapes and sizes. This society has become so advanced that mundane crime is all but extinct. But to take its place, strange new criminals have arisen with bizarre new forms of crime! Chief among these ne'er-do-wells is the Cosmic Ring of Intergalactic Masterminds and Evildoers, otherwise known as C.R.I.M.E.! Led by a criminal mastermind known only as The Big Brain, C.R.I.M.E. seeks to rule the underworld of the cosmos!
To combat the threats faced by galactic civilization, long ago the people of the Milky Way set up an order of lawmen. Led for centuries by the gruff and mysterious Chief Hyperion, these unique individuals from across the stars have come together. Humans and aliens, men and machines! These stalwart champions stand together, dedicated to the highest ideals of justice. Sworn to preserve law and order across the universe, they are... the Galacticops! Their mission: To protect and serve the galaxy!
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Do you remember sitting around on Saturday mornings, watching cartoons designed to sell you toys? Well, Galacticops is a game meant to emulate those halcyon days of youth. An order of spacecops stand against monsters, invaders, and a galaxy-spanning network of organized crime. The idea for this show, and the accompanying toyline, is that a toy company had a bunch of toy licenses they couldn't sell on their own merits. Seeing the success of other toy-based TV shows, they decided to slap all the toylines together in a single universe, writing off the wildly different aesthetics and designs as being aliens from various planets. There's a couple of things to keep in mind regarding tone and such.
- The game's going to be drenched in optimism, like the cartoons of old. The morality's black and white, there's minimal angst and depression, and there's not going to be a lot of overly dark villain plots. We're not IDW here.
- Let's be honest. Transformers, GI Joe, He-Man, Silverhawks, these were shows designed to sell toys. When making your character, consider the following question: "If I was a kid, would I buy this action figure?"
- Keep the power level reasonable for, say, He-Man or COPS.
- I like spacewizards as much as the next guy, but I'd rather keep everything tech-based. Feel free to have a dude whose tech looks like wizard gear or something though!
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