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RPGC #11: Heatwave! -- Voting and Discussion

@McHaggis Ah, my apologies then. I must have misread that part. There was quite a lot of content and I did it in one sitting. Edited my review accordingly.

RPGC #11: Heatwave! -- Voting and Discussion

Alright, I'm not a professional critic but I'll give my opinion. Credits to @McHaggis because I'm stilling his layout scheme. <3

Disclaimer: This is just one humble person's opinions, and I am merely attempting to offer constructive criticism.
The Nightcrawler

Review

+ The entire time I was reading this, I was thinking "This feels like a slasher flick", and you know what. You didn't let that thought down. I'm actually really pleased with the little ending twist, otherwise the story itself what have felt cheap and lackluster, but it finished off in a way that matched how I was feeling through the whole piece. The premise is relatable, as are the characters, which is nice. Even though it has supernatural themes the piece follows realistic tendencies. I agree with Haggis here, it was entertaining.

- However, I also agree with Haggis that the dialogue felt a little clunky and forced, even with you trying to play it off as a blockbuster horror. If this were an actual movie I might watch it on Netflix, but what I'm expecting is something I would buy. The other problem I had was detail. I would have liked to know so much more about their environment and area, maybe a little exposition of the characters. I couldn't relate to anything other than the experiencing of hunting something abnormal, which sucks because I want to be attached to the characters. Otherwise their death is just cheap and anti-climatic. There were a few grammatical flaws here and there, but overall I didn't find myself hung up on anything particular except the dialogue.

Conclusion: ✖️
I don't feel this story really hit on the theme of Heatwave. It's summer yes, but the overall focus is the hunting of the creature. There wasn't really any build up of tension, no real hero, and so forth. Overall it was a quick read, and felt a little lacking, but it was well put together and the ideas were solid. It may not be my favorite, but I did like it.

The Spark

Review

+ This story was cute. I agree with the critics above, in that it seems like one big analogy, and I can see the resemblance to the afore mentioned games; Spore, and World of Goo. Both of these games are favorites of mine, and the character does remind me of those adorable little goo balls. Also, referring to the character as "Our Spark" does give opportunity for form an attachment, but it's one that must be made by the reader, as I'll explain below.

- Because of the writing style of this story, it's up to the reader to make their own connection to the main character.. thing. It doesn't exactly draw you in, the only real theme here is the struggle for survival which not everybody is going to relate to. From the first paragraph it should draw you in. It was also a very 'soft' piece, meaning that the action scenes and resolutions were not very gripping, almost like a narrative.

Conclusion: ✔️
I believe this story met the theme. Albeit the beginning had nothing to do with the premise of "Heatwave", the middle section showcasing the rising tension with the other Sparks is what fueled a lot of the development and plot progress of the story. I don't really count the "Sun Bomb", as there was very little focus around it -It just kind of happened. Overall I enjoyed reading this piece.

The Ash Grows Cold

Review

+ At first, I really liked this piece. It felt like a good cross between being a poem, and something akin to a Grecian Epic. The imagery was well done, poetic, and just enough detail to really let my imagine do most of the portrait painting, which is what a lot of epics go for, in my opinion.

- I have to agree to McHaggis and Silver again, the grammatical errors were a real hang up. They interrupt the flow, and they make it difficult to keep the imagery in my mind as I get hung up and usually reread the same line a few times. I was also not a fan of the few lines that felt like narration, as that just completely broke the poetic format; Notably line 23, and 37, I would have enjoyed it more if these lines had been broken down and fit in with the rest of the epic.

Conclusion: ✔️
Despite all that, it was a well written piece and I did enjoy it. There was a clear cut hero, and a focus on the element of heat and fire, all of these things fit the category for me. Overall, I enjoyed this piece, you did a good job.

The Tenth Circle

Review

+ Oh man, I really enjoyed this. It was such a unique take on the whole Heaven and Hell thing, and with his mom, man. The concept here was great, and the writing was solid. You have this big scary beast, the character is in hell, but the plot of the story just came out of nowhere for me. I wasn't expecting a "Ghosts of Christmas Past" type deal. I have to completely disagree with Haggis here, Robert was wrong. At some point the innocence should become the wisdom of an Adult, and despite his fears, he should have tried to contact the woman who suffered so much for him. I was hooked by the time he found himself in hell, everything just worked together well. The post office scene was one of my favorites, just because it was kind of "The Reveal", I guess. The hospital scene however, I knew it was coming, but you did something unexpected. I thought he was going to get a second chance, but rather he appeared as a ghost, hitting on that seeing your loved ones on your death bed deal. That hit close to home for me. The dialogue is what really did it for me, I think that was excellent.

- I do think the character came to acceptance a little too quickly, and that some of the imagery was a bit repetitive. Most notably that after every scene he "Awoke", I would have liked to see some synonyms, or at least a different way of saying the same thing. I also would have liked to see a little bit more of the father, a different scene showing just how much his mother sacrificed for him. It was an underlying tone that never really surfaced again, meaning I had no real attachment to it one way or another. It was both the beginning point of the story, but at the same time it was kind of put on the back burner. I felt closer to Synchoron than the theme of an estranged son because of fatherly abuse.

Conclusion: ✖️
Despite how much I enjoyed this story, it didn't really hit the contest theme for me; No hero, No romance, No tension. I mean, yes, he was in Hell, which is hot if you believe all the stories, but that's not the focal point of the story. It's just kind of there, unimportant. The story would work if it was the ghost that haunts Scrooge. That being said, I really did enjoy this piece. I gave me a case of the feels, so I applaud you for that.

Beating the Heat

Review

+ Short, sweet, and to the point. It kind of feels like those short stories you'd read as a kid, not quite a children's book of morals, but not quite Huckleberry Finn. Just kind of a feel good story, not too long to bore me, but not to short to lose interest. You had a solid idea and you nailed it. As Silver put it, just a nice little "Slice of Life" piece.

- That being said, it's not exactly memorable. The grammar is a little choppy at times, and its lacking most of the elements of a lasting tale, a hero, tension, plot, development, and so forth. Just a sleepy little town in summer, and some swimming going on. It's a filler episode, one I believe is specifically tailored (as Silver suggested) to winning a bonus category. I'm not sure the mindset going into this, and despite being a pleasant little read, I don't really feel anything one way or another, there doesn't really seem like much effort was put into this.

Conclusion: ✔️
To be fair, you met the theme, but I don't really consider this a winner in my book. It was a nice little read, but I don't feel it's a contest piece. You did a good job writing it for what it was, however, Its just not doing it for me. Maybe my expectations are too high, but as the disclaimer above says, these are personal opinions and I personally would have liked something more substantial.

The Watched Pot

Review

+ What a story! This was a pretty enjoyable read. It starts off a little slow for me, but I didn't find myself bored with it. The descriptions and detail are spot on, the characters are well portrayed. The dialogue is well written as well. The entire time I felt like I was watching an episode of "Kitchen Nightmares", or "Restaurant Impossible", which was cool, I enjoy all of those shows. Let me just say again, the descriptive writing was- Very. Well. Done. Closely followed by the character portrayals. The piece, overall, was a great read.

- It felt like an episode of the above mentioned shows. There wasn't any real unique flare for me. Successful brother tries to help failing brother, sleeps with his wife and probably fathers a son that they really don't discuss, etc. Notably there is a line that I got hung up on, "Remember that when you make the decision on whether or not you're going to ruin Darius's life for something he didn't even do", but you can't tell if Lucas' or Sacha is speaking, which means that I don't understand how the latter half of that sentence relates to the situation. If Sacha said it, he's warning Lucas not to ruin Darius' life for Sacha and Michelle sleeping together; If Lucas says it, and it is attached to the same paragraph where Lucas was speaking, I'm left assume Lucas was saying something about Sacha teaching Darius improperly. I think, but I'm kind of hoping Sacha said it because that would make more sense to me, personally.

As a modern, slice of troubled life kind of story, some things were unrealistic to me. Notably, the period when the heat intensifies and people flock to the restaurant, but through your descriptions I'm left floundering, exactly how hot is it? They get a dinner rush as the temperature cools down, but I can't really envision it myself. In New York a heatwave is officially declared when it's about 90 degrees Fahrenheit for three consecutive days. But it was already in a heat wave, so if it really bit down did it hit 112? How far did the temp drop at night? How many people would go out in that heat, especially in to the Bain Marie where there is only an a/c unit strong enough to provide a chill when not a lot is going on. So during this heat intensity and the dinner rush, I mean, I just don't feel the realism.

Conclusion: ✔️
Between the summer heat affecting some minor details, and then escalating with the dinner rush, and the rising tensions between the brothers I feel this hit the mark. I do have some qualms with this piece, but it was very well done, the descriptive writing was exquisite, as I said. Good job, you.

The Springs Gone By

Un-Review

Conclusion: _
Because of my opinion and lack of interest in stories such as these, I will refrain from posting an opinion. I did read it, it was just very difficult for me. It felt like a historical narrative mixed with an autobiography, and to be frankly honest it didn't hold my interest. But, as I said, for the sake of fair voting I made it through beginning to end. I apologize, you put a lot of effort into this and I recognize that, I just didn't get any enjoyment out of it. The whole piece felt very passive to me, soft, and with lackluster action. Yet, at the same time, it was well written, all the key writing elements were spot on; Dialogue, personalities, the quirks of military service, and so forth. It was a good piece, it just wasn't for me personally. Apologies mate, I know you worked hard on it.

After many hours of deliberation, I've decided to pick the story that most appealed to me (and fits the theme, in my opinion);

I humbly cast my @vote for The Watched Pot.

Urgent Update: I did change my vote, I never meant to vote for the spark, haha, for reasons.
^{Pro Tip: Don't cast your vote at 5 a.m. just before bed, you'll make mistakes}

RPGC #11: Heatwave! -- Voting and Discussion

I've been here I just haven't finished reading them. t.t

Freedom In The Stars: Deathbound [A Suicide Squad inspired sci-fi adventure] (Closed down)

@KaiserElectric Sigmund is adorbs!

Freedom In The Stars: Deathbound [A Suicide Squad inspired sci-fi adventure] (Closed down)

Walking arm in arm with the Lanun, Max was relieved to finally be in the ship. After the bulk of the group had made it on the Gladius, congregating in groups or rooms, Max was finally able to make his silent escape away from the group. Once he was clear from sight, far down a hallway, he slipped his mask off, relishing the feeling of fresh air, how ever fresh it could be on a spacecraft, anyways. With mask stuck under arm, Max's hands began wiping dried blood and sweat from his face, rubbing the sore spots on his face, beginning to bruise. Max's gaze fell to the tear in his jacket, a jagged rip where the shiv had stabbed into his bionic arm.

Gonna have to replace that skin when I get the chance. Maybe that one girl knows something about it? He never did catch the name of just about anyone that he was now bunking with. It hadn't really hit him yet, being free from prison. Stuck in a cell for 4 years, Max has become used to being a caged animal of sorts, always gathering sideways glances and curious stares from prisoners and guards alike.

"...You all have personalized weapons, apparel and equipment stored on the vessel..."

Max gave the empty space in front of him an intruiged look, thinking back to what Mr. White had told them before he made his own great escape. He wondered if they had brought Vagabond. As long as he got Vagabond back, he didn't care.

He stopped. Turning his head to the right, he noticed he had been walking past bunk rooms for the last few minutes. They weren't labeled, and as far as Max knew, they were all the same room, so he walked in the nearest one, and made himself at home, as much as he could at least.

He set his mask, clad in a few fresh scratches he'd have to buff out, on his desk, and shut the door behind him. There was a small door to the left, which Max found out led to a small closet. No skeletons, though.

Guess the bathrooms are communal. Great.

Max peered into the mirror that hung on the door, seeing the cuts on his face, hard to see against his black skin. His hair was a slight lavender fuzz, having grown back a bit since his last mandated haircut. No more of those, Max thought. Heaving a sigh, Max sat on his bed, beginning to wonder what the future on a convict ship held for him.

- - - - - - - - -

Taka was still staring at the airlock when she felt the floor beneath her give a lurch and throw her off balance. She caught herself on a smooth metal wall, looking around with excitement in her eyes. "That was awesome! Can we do it again?!" She asked, brushing a stray strand of crimson stained hair from her face.

A pout formed on her face for a moment, hearing a lack of agreement, before she remembered the words of White. He had said her stuff would be here, but where? She watched the rest of the group wander off and decided there was no use hanging around by herself. She delved further into the first level, skipping through the halls as she stared at literally everything with child-like wonderment -even the lights. It was a pretty drastic change compared to the cell she'd been living in, for however long that was, probably about an eternity.

The poked her head into a door and saw a familiar sight, rows of nearly empty weapon racks, prep tables, and so forth. She skipped her way into the armory, lifting and examining the few objects and personal items there in ernest. Some of them were pretty cool, the others had some pretty neat weapons, and she was pretty sure that flat, roundish thing exploded. She resisted the urge to take it and rather meandered through the space, looking for her things.

In the corner of a room, just barely poking out of a large metal crate of assaorted junk was the barrel of 'Honey Badger'. Taka let out a happy squeal, looking over the junk carefully. A lot of it seemed like some confiscated scrap and half finished projects from her old workshop. The assortment of metal bits, wiring, and various other components looked to be in relatively good shape too, aside from a thick lather of dust. Nobody said anything about Taka getting a shop here on the ship, so she figured the next best thing was to push the crate to her room- "Oh gosh, I have to claim a room!" She excalimed, frantic worry building up inside her. She didn't want to get the worst room.

She put her hands on the edge of the box and pushed with everything she had- moving it about an inch. Her face furrowed as she mustered her strength and slammed her shoulder into it-

"Ow-ow-ow!" She whined, rubbing her shoulder with a frown. She crouched down, digging her heels in and pushed. Slowly, and steadily, making her way out of the armory. Once she got a good slide going the box was only half a million tons, which was somewhat manageable. After what was probably a full human lifespan, she found herself able to work the box into the elevator, though the rude thing barely left her space to stand. She punched level 'two', and hummed to the tune of the motor as the elevator moved down.

- - - - - - - - -

Blood. Blood and gore. Faces getting punch, slapped, beat in by lead pipes. Fangs digging into nacks, drinking blood. Screeching. Really loud screeching.

Max shot up in bed, his eyes resisting being opened, and burned because the lights in the room. How long had he been asleep? The images of the battle beforehand had disappered for the most part from his mind, but one thing remained. That horrid screeching. The sound was muffled, seeming to come from outside his room. He shook his head, wondering what horror awaited him on the other side. Standing from bed, he walked to the door, grabbing his mask from the desk and putting it on, before finally sticking his head out of the door.

A heavy metal box was being ever so slowly shoved and pushed across the floor, and behind it, giving the weak pushes was the pink skinned Nohvan that had captured his attention before. Max's throat tightened as she looked up at him, and they locked eyes. Well, eyes and mask.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Taka chimed, looking up at him, Well, beauty is heavy." She gave a soft grunt as she dug in again, using her might to slide the box a solid couple of inches more down the hall.

A bit of air shot of out Max's nose in a slight laugh, as he shook his head , walking completely out of the room. Planting his feet near the edges of the box, Max reached down and took the crate by it's handles, and lifted upwards, being stopped dead in his tracks as the box remained planted. With a shake of the head, Max squatted down, taking a tighter grip of the box, and heaving upwards, legs and back bearing the weight of the box. Taka blinked, watching him lift the burden. Unsteadily at first, the box rose, and Max huffed as he put it up on his shoulder, holding each end to keep it balanced.

He glanced down at the Pink Nohvan, and give a single inquisitive nod.

"Right, onwards noble Nohvan! To the last room on.. ah.. uuuhh.. The left!" She shouted valintly, pointing towards their destination as if signalling a charge.

Taken aback, Max's gaze lingered for a bit longer than it should've, before his feet finally left their spot and he moved forward, with the pink one in tow.

How does she already know I'm a Nohvan? Is it really who I think it is? Thoughts began to race in Max's head, but came to sudden screeching halt when he glanced at his hands, which were uncovered. Who else would have mottled black and grey skin but a Nohvan? He shook his excitement off, feeling stupid, and kept his pace up as his opposite skipped in front of him.

The pair arrived at the door, and the pink one jauntily pushed the door button on the wall, "Boop!". This room was just about as mundane and cramped as his, but there were a few minor differences. No mirror on the closet, a different generic photo in the desk holograph display. Max slid the box off his shoulder, setting it down with a solid thump on the floor. He stood back up straight and stretched out his left arm, not really anything but the joint smoothly rotating in place.

"Boy that metal arm sure does come in handy, doesn't it?" Taka asked, poking a finger at the exposed section of his arm.

Max sat confused for a second, before he noticed the tear on his jacket was sitting open, the metal of his arm slightly shining in the bright lights of the room. His hand found the tear, and formed a fist, which clenched the fabric together, only for it to reopen when his grip realeased.

"Yeah, bionic arms tend to help when it comes to certain things. Lifitng boxes, smashing faces, what have you. While we're on the topic, how about we keep the whole bionic arm business between the two of us, huh?"

Taka began rummaging through the box, tilting her head slightly up at Max at his request, "Why would you want to keep something so cool so secret?"

Max looked away, genuinely thinking for a moment why he felt so intent on keeping so many things secret from this new pirate crew he had been thrust in. After a moment, he finally spoke, his voice softer than before.

"Well, for a lot of reasons, honestly. But... the first that comes to mind is something I learned when I was a lot younger: the more someone knows about you, the more they can exploit your weaknesses. The less they know, the stronger you are. Just how I think, at least.

"But if nobody ever knows you, won't you be lonely?" Taka asked, wrestling Honey Badger from it's pointy metal prison. The gun had a few dings and dents that would have to be buffed out, but was completely intact for the most part. Honey's acessories could be worried about later.

Max's eyes widened a bit as the women yanked a large weapon out of her crate, but shook the surprise off to answer her question. "Well, criminals like me aren't really meant to have many friends anyway. Loneliness is part of the job. Speaking of which, what did a girl like you do to end up on this ship?"

Taka paused for a moment, stuck between staring at the Nohvan and setting Honey Badger on her narrow bed, "What? Same as you, silly, did you forget about all the fun we had getting here? Man, that was fun," she said, letting out a regretful sigh. Honey found its place on her bed and she stuck her arms back into the box, tossing out random bits and pieces.

With a slight chuckle, Max shook his head, leaning against the wall near the door.
"No, kid, I mean, why were you in jail with people like me and Pirate King? You don't exactly look like a vicious killer, or a thief, or any sort of criminal for that matter. What the hell did you do?"

"Ya' know," Taka started, sitting back and tapping a finger against her lip in rememberance, "I asked them them the same thing. They had a long list, like, super long, but the judge seemed to get really angry at the part where I blew up a space station. Thought I was doing the universe a favor, sheesh," Taka shrugged, spotting the strap to her backpack. She dug back into the box, attempting to just yank it out.

Stunned, Max was stricken silent for a moment. Space station? Is she saying she's the one that blew up Sigma Station? Max swallowed his shock, trying his best not to sound surprised.

"You? You blew up Sigma Station? Big ass, huge fucking explosion? You?"

Taka glanced back at him, eyes wide and shimmering as she remembered the explosion, "Beautiful wasn't it?"

"What's that one Nohvan expression? Saumnmasos oa fao ra'auc oaiyllhomo?" Max sputtered out, stiffly trying to speak in his native tongue, which obviously wasn't very native to him.

"Surprises can be found anywhere?" Taka translated, finally ripping her pack free of the junk. Her hand immediately disappeared into its depths as she replied, "So what's the surprise then?"

"Well, let's just find out how many surprises can be found here. Max left the wall he was leaning on, and took a few steps closer to the Nohvan in front of him, and sat down on the floor near her, crossing his legs while she dug through her bag.

"Listen. About a whole 34 years ago, I was kidnapped right? Right off the homeworld, right out of the sea. I spent a few years on a slaver ship, got beat like fuck, the usual. Well, old Maxy didn't have a name, or any friends. That is, until, I met these two little Nohvan girls, not too much younger than me, but they looked a lot like you do. Nice pink skin, the greenish, turquoise hair, even the same color eyes as you. They were my first friends, and they gave me my first name: Polka Dots. And their names? Onimani and Takakiko. They were my friends for a while, but then I got sold away and I never got to see them again. Sad, right? My question to you is: Are you one of these girls?" Max took a breath once he was finished talking. These last few hours had some of the most talking he'd done in years.

Taka stopped rummaging in her bag and cast her gaze to the floor. Something deep within welled up inside of her during his exposition, a hurt she couldn't place. The kind of hurt that made your stomach lurch and your heart constrict. Some dark memory fluttered at the back of her consciousness, but she fought against it. It wasn't something she wanted remember. The bodies... the ship.. the stars out the windows obscurred by swathes of blood and gore. She shook herself slightly, forcing a smile.

"I don't know a Maxy, but I know a Polka Dots, he has skin like you I think, but that was a long time ago and he got sold to some rich.. family.. oh man, are you Polka Dots?" She asked, her bewilderment felt slightly feinged. She'd guessed his identity back in the conference room, but even now that she was sure it only felt like reaffirming what she already knew.

Polka Dots remained silent, and reached up to his neck, finding the release to his mask. He flipped them, and the grip on his neck and chin relaxed. He slid the mask off, and placed it beside himself, facing the girl.

"I mean, I'm a little cut up from the fun we had earlier, but, I still kinda look the same, don't I? Same color hair, same kinda skin, same stupid antenna on my head. I'm still Polka Dots, in someway or another at least. Except I actually have a name now. Maxamillian."

Taka let out a happy little gasp, bounding to her feet. "Polka Dots!" she exclaimed, reaching up and gently wiggling his atennae. Her emotions washed away, crushed beneath actual excitement, had she been doubting herself? She had been so sure, but, that didn't explain the joy she felt now. "Oh man what did you do exactly?" She asked, letting go and transitioning into a brief hug.

"I totally thought it was you, but, I mean, this is great! Now we can explode stuff together!"

Squeezing the pink Nohvan tightly, Max gave the most audible and happy chuckles he had given in a long time. The embrace was immensely comforting for him, nearly cathardic.

"Oh man, what didn't I do at this point. I mean, I certainly didn't blow up a whole damned station, but, I've done my fair share. Smuggling mostly, a few murders here and there..." Max's voice fell silent, and his gaze fell away from Taka as he began to reflect on his long list of criminal offenses, before snapping out of his trance and looking back up at his friend. "Exploding stuff, together with Onimani, huh? I'm sure we'll get plenty of opprotunities to do that with the kind of work we're doing."

Taka blinked, stunned by the name. How long had it been since she was?-...A long time. "Actually.. uh.." She stammered, fighting the rift forming in her reality. The last thing she ever expected was for somebody that had been close to her in the past to walk back into her life. "It's Taka, I uhm.. changed my name.. Taka.. er.. my.." Taka bit her knuckle, casting her eyes down towards the floor as the pain that wasn't really pain bubbled up inside of her. Her hand shook softly as she tried desperately not to remember.

Red.. stained on the glass.. on the seats.. on her hands..

She wiped at the water welling in her eyes before beaming a smile at Max "But everybody just calls me Princess, okay? She said, the same ebullient tone thick in her voice.

A look of confused concern painted Max's face. At the mention of her name, Princess had been seemingly stunned. He could see her eyes begin to water, her hand starting to quiver, before all of sudden breaking from her trance and smiling him. What had he said?

She changed her name to Taka...Wha- As a realization hit Max, his look of concern turned to one saddened understanding. He cracked a weary smile, only a fraction of what Taka was beaming, and laid a gentle hand on her shoulder.

"Princess. And a very pretty princess at that."He smiled.

After sitting for a moment mulling over the reaction he had just gotten out of princess, he gave her a loving rustle of her hair as he stood from the floor next to her.

"Hey, there's a crate with my name on it in the armory, and I have a weapon in it calling my name. If you want to tag along, that's you, but if you'd rather stay in your room, I don't mind. I'll call you when they start serving mess if you want." He said softly.

"Exploring the ship with Dots? Pfffh-" She said, jumping to her feet and blowing out a puff of air, "That sounds like a fine time." Suddenly it just dawned on her, she was still wearing a blood stained jumpsuit and she could feel the blood crusting on her face.

"Just let me change okay?" She asked, her face pinching in mirth, "A princess should always look... well.. not like this," She explained with a quiet chuckle.

Smirking, Max kneeled over and picked his mask up, putting it back on, securing the release, with the lights of the HUD glowing to life.

"I'll be outside when you're done." Max said, turning around and heading out the door.

"Don't keep me waiting another 16 years."

RPGC #11: Heatwave!

Oh gosh the clock is ticking I am so excite! ^_^

Freedom In The Stars: Deathbound [A Suicide Squad inspired sci-fi adventure] (Closed down)

@Firecracker_ It's time :D

Freedom In The Stars: Deathbound [A Suicide Squad inspired sci-fi adventure] (Closed down)

I vote Taka for pilot :D

and of course Callum as benevolent dictator.

AND HENRI FOR MASCOT! *huggles the tiny vicious creature*

Freedom In The Stars: Deathbound [A Suicide Squad inspired sci-fi adventure] (Closed down)

@Heat I dont think poo has posted yet

Freedom In The Stars: Deathbound [A Suicide Squad inspired sci-fi adventure] (Closed down)

Poor @Heat, forever alone in the chat XD