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Current It's too late. Always has been. Always will be.
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Life is just death in drag.
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He has no friends, but he gets a lot of mail. I'll bet he spent a little time in jail.
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jesse i have no money for fuckijg bills and steam sales
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DO NOT REINCARNATE

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@udonoodles Jasper has one of my favorite superpowers, that body manipulation stuff. One of my sci-fi OCs has a very similar power, and I probably would have submitted them if we didn't have Jasper.
Terra is up. Trying my best not to spoil Invincible too badly but, well.


Terra roused from her cryogenic slumber blearily, her head hitting the ship's deck being her only indication that she wasn't still unconscious or dead. She laid there with her face against the cold floor for a while, wondering what had happened to her and why. Until her senses returned, she had little to do besides ruminate on the events that had transpired. How long had she been unconscious? Where had she been taken? If the ship around her wasn't actively exploding with Viltrumites that had come to rescue her, she had to assume that she was very far away, or that she had not been gone long enough for Ursaal to bring news of her abduction to her father.

There were others here, she realized as her hearing returned, and her sight soon after. They seemed worse for wear than herself, as they stumbled around blindly. Terra rose to her feet, but not any further than that, as her ability to fly seemed restricted for some reason. Instead, she walked around, stretching her limbs. It was somewhat novel for her, having to walk, as she normally flew wherever she needed to go.

Terra, like several of the others, minded her own business as others talked amongst themselves. They posited that they had been abducted from their respective universes in an effort to find a specific person: the teen girl calling herself America, if she was to be believed. Terra had her doubts, but there were more pressing matters on her mind. If she was outside of her home universe, she was outside of the protection of the Viltrum Empire. Or worse, she thought as her blood ran cold, she was in a universe with an active and thriving Viltrum Empire, still led by Thragg, or perhaps an evil version of her father or grandfather. She glanced among the assembled teenagers as they introduced themselves, some using superhero monikers rather than their names to avoid being identified. They were right to be cautious, there was no telling if anything America had said was true, and this could all be part of some elaborate experiment, or a cosmic joke.

Terra treated herself to the sonic shower available, assuming that if whoever had captured her wanted her dead, they would have done it by now. As she did, she continued to go over the situation in her head. Making portals between universes was a power she had heard of before... One of her fathers' most dangerous nemeses had that same power, and used it to terrorize her father, Terra's family, and the Earth in general. However, her father had told her that he was dead, and had accidentally erased himself from the multiverse, so there was no reason to fear him coming back. But could this America be an alternate version of him from another universe? Was he the Beyonder that she had mentioned? Or was collaborating with that other guy her father had fought on Earth, the Robot-Man, to seek revenge? Too many questions, not enough answers.

Terra rejoined the group, and could feel her strength returning to her. She still couldn't fly just yet, but she seemed to be recovering from the cryo-stasis faster than the others, no doubt thanks to her Viltrumite constitution. She considered introducing herself to the others as Invincible, but reconsidered the idea after remembering that her father made more enemies than friends during his time as a superhero, and she was still considering the possibility that his villains were out for revenge.

Instead she said, "I'm Terra." She looked around at the others. They were kids, scared, desperate for anything to cling onto during a crisis. "I think we should take stock of the situation. Were all of us abducted under the same circumstances? I was also on a beach, come to think of it..." She didn't want to divulge more than that; she didn't know if these teens came from universes that still had a domineering Viltrum Empire, and it would shoot her credibility to ribbons if they connected her to such an empire. "Are all of you from the Earth? Sol system?" She felt the need to ask, since one of the assembled children was green, and Terra herself was part-alien.
@CaptainManbeard I don't think any of us would complain if you just posted the update and added images after the fact.
"Have I not (quoth he) good cause to weep, that being as there are an infinite number of worlds, I am not yet the lord of one?"
-On Tranquility of the Mind







What's the worst part about breaking into heaven to kill god and topple his throne? Finding out you're the last guy to break into heaven to kill god and topple his throne.

The concept is this: you play as the endgame hero from your "world." You finished the quest, beat the final boss, got all the treasure in the world. Player characters in this game have managed to go beyond that, achieving some sort of ascended state, enlightenment, or sheer scientific prowess, and have fully escaped from their own universe.

What they find is Heaven, but not what they were expecting. The place between worlds has long been populated by a thousand heroes from a thousand worlds, True Inheritors, who have made the multiverse their playground and battlefield in equal, infinite measure. Their attempts at a chaotic, squabbling multiversal society has been held in a tenuous peace, but with the disappearance of the First Inheritor, the Aeon King, the denizens of Heaven have fallen to squabbling amongst themselves for control.

This leaves you, the player, in the midst of the struggle. Are you a fresh-faced True Inheritor, blade still wet with the blood of mortal foes, ready to face new, immortal opponents? Or are you a long-reigning god of the celestial order, determined to retain order in your portioned corner of the multiverse? The options are literally limitless.

Those of you whom I will call my "recurring collaborators" will notice that this is the latest iteration of a concept I have been refining and building on. Those of you who don't know my previous work may find this somewhat bewildering, so please feel free to ask about any concepts that seem occluded to you. I would link back to older threads but I don't want to pollute a new venture with old ideas.

And as ever, please, comments, questions, concerns.
@CaptainManbeard I think I'm mostly suffering from a lack of context. Vis a vis the sentinels, I saw "Stark-tech" and assumed that they were something that Tony Stark would/could have made, like drones. I'm sure you can understand Terra tearing through those like tissue.

With the power nullification, I really just didn't know how it was supposed to work. Terra has -in essence- four superpowers and one of them is being really, really hard to kill, so I figured that would (at least initially) protect her from the power-nullifiers, and they would take more effect as they drained her powers away.

Anyway, edits will be made, please proceed as planned.


Terra soared through the skies of Aries 7 at a modest pace, the smooth cruising-speed of an airliner as seen from the ground. Normally when she was working, Terra zipped from point to point faster than the eye could see. At the moment, she was hauling cargo, and needed to take her time. The industrial printer she gripped from convenient handles was about twenty times her size, and she didn't need it tearing apart or wrenching free of her grip in transit. However, a familiar sight gripped her, and she descended toward the ground.

Resting on one of the tropical planet's idyllic beaches was Ursaal, the representative of the Thraxxan-Viltrumites in the Empire. She sunbathed in a bikini, enjoying the planet's gentle yellow sun on a lounger. She scrolled through her holo-phone over her shades until a massive shadow loomed over her, blocking the sun. Terra laughed as Ursaal gave her an annoyed look, and set the industrial machinery down gently to join her friend. While one could not tell from looking at her, Ursaal was quite different from a normal Viltrumite. When she and Terra first met, Terra was five, a child, while Ursaal was two and practically fully grown. Now both in their teens, they seemed alike in age, and the purple color of her skin had completely faded to a hue more normal for Viltrumites. Ursaal had also been trying to kill Terra at that time, but now they were quite close friends.

"You're the last person I was expecting to find slacking off." Terra remarked, leaning against her heavy baggage.

"I'm not." Ursaal replied coolly, settling back down in her chair. "This is my time. You're the one who told me I never relaxed. Here I am."

Terra just smiled, surprised that she actually took her advice. Really she had just been annoyed with Ursaal lately, her perfect memory made her high-strung. "Well, good, I think you needed it." She rose into the air and began to grip the machinery again, when a disturbance ripped through the air.

The distinctive sound and disruption of matter-energy transfer was heard and felt, soon followed by the appearance of identical grey robots. Without a word they began to fire lasers at Ursaal and Terra, who ducked to avoid them. Terra's mind raced, wondering who these assailants could be. She distinctly remembered her father mentioning a nemesis on Earth that used robotic drones, but she was sure he had said he was dead, or something like that.

Ursaal flew away, dodging the robots' beams, while Terra leaped into the fray. Her impact onto the sandy beach knocked some off their feet, but one reached out at grabbed her. At once Terra felt her strength sap, and didn't have the force necessary to rip away its grip. She tried to fly away, but found that had failed her as well, and she merely jumped into the air impotently.

Seeing her struggle, Ursaal weaved between laser blasts to come help her. Seeing this, Terra waved her arms and yelled, "No, don't let them touch you! Go find my father! I'll hold them off! He'll know how to come find me!"

Ursaal hesitated, but now saw how they had made Terra vulnerable, and flew off rather than be captured as well. Terra watched her fly off with a strange mix of relief and resignation. She didn't know where these robots were coming from, but as she lost consciousness in some sort of pod they were shoving her into, she felt like she would soon find out.
Do I need to break the ice with Terra? lol

Since none of us will be interacting for this first post I imagine the next one will be us arriving at wherever the ships are taking us?
My character is finally up lol. Finding gifs is indeed time-consuming.
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