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So GM update:

Considering everything going on in the world, I'm kind of letting the 2 week thing slide for now. I know people will need time to deal with far more important things in life. The game will always be here. So don't feel too beholden to the two week thing.

@IceHeart sorry to see you go. Hopefully you find something else to write.


Leonardo twirled the piece of the robot they had kept in front of him, the "TCRI" brand inside spinning in and out of view as he did so. His father had never told the four turtles where they had came from, or in reality, how their father had found them. How he had really found them. He had never said he kept the broken vial of ooze, which was now sitting on the coffee table in the middle of the Den's living room. On the couch were Raph and Mikey, while Donatello was sitting in his computer chair, leaning back. All of there were staring at the canister in silence ever since Splinter had placed it in front of them.

He figured his father wanted to leave his sons to their thoughts for now. After he stood in silence a while, he turned and headed for his room. None of the brothers had said anything else regarding the canister since then. Even Mikey was completely quiet, which was the most amazing thing about it all.

"So..." Mikey started, making Leo realize he had thought too soon.

"No, Mikey," Raph sigh. "No."

"I'm just sayin' if the place that the ooze came from is still around, and clearly they are since they sent the metal munchers after us," he shrugged. "Maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea to get in there? Find out what the ooze really is?"

"Good lord that's actually a good idea," Donatello was so surprised he nearly leaned too far back in his chair. He pinwheeled wildly with his arms to keep his balance.

"Hehe," Mikey chuckled. "I'm smart."

"You'd be smarter if you realized we'd be walking in the lion's den if we went strollin' into a lab that can clearly detect us," Raph motioned towards the piece of metal in Leo's hands. Before he turned to Donnie, "Speakin' of which, we gonna have any way to make sure they don't find us down here again?"

"Oh sure," Donatello waved Raph's worry away. "I'm gona rig something up with some of the transmitter/receivers I picked out of the deactivated robots. Should be ready in the morning."

Leo took all his brothers' ideas in and let them roll around in his head. His whole world had been turned upside down tonight. He found out his father had been keeping information from him, that Raphael had discovered the Foot and the Purple Dragons had become allies, the people who indirectly led to their creation were searching for them, and he now had two human allies. It was a whirlwind, and the lingering doubt of his father's decision to make him the leader of his family still spoke to him. His fears of his family breaking apart were starting to rear their ugly head.

"TCRI and where we came from are not our priority," he made the decision, putting the piece of the robot on the table next to the broken canister. "Not for now at least. We'll let April look into them and get back to us with some info. In the mean time, we need to figure out what Shredder's plan is for the Purple Dragon. If it's just general chaos, we ignore the Dragons and go after Shredder. Either way, we need to focus on our mission. On our family's mission. That's to stop the foot. Anything regarding TCRI...that can come later."

The three other turtles looked at him with determination in their eyes. The small speech had felt good to him, the first decisive action that made him feel like a leader. It was something small, but it was something.


Karai entered the mediation room that was at the center of Oroku Saki's penthouse. While most of the other rooms in the sprawling domicile overlooked the bustling city of New York, this room was encased in wood. Soft padding lined the floor, the only furniture being some pillows and an inscense holder burning on a shelf. It was a respite from the nosy, smelly city outside the windows.

The girl had hated New York ever since she had come here. While she was used to city life, living most of her years in Tokyo training with her sister, New York was different. Everything was grimy, the people were rude, and there was an underlying anger running through it she did not understand. Tokyo was so clean. it was so orderly. Whatever happened with New York seemed to happen wrong.

Sitting in the middle of the room were Saki himself and her sister Pimiko. They were both silent as she took a seat next to her sister. She still was never comfortable around her "grandfather". His power radiated off of him like a tsunami of energy. He was power incarnate, and it was scary.

After a few moments of silence, he spoke to the sisters, "I have a mission for the two of you."

"Anything, Master," Pimiko nodded. She was wholly devoted to him already. Why shouldn't she be? It had been her life's work to bring him back. She was a good fifteen years older than Karai, and during thos fifteen years she had plotted against their father, who had been part of a line that had squandered chance after chance to reclaim their birthright. Karai's birth coincided with Pimiko's rebellion and the rebirth of the true Foot. Now she longed for nothing more than to prove herself.

Karai did not answer, she merely bowed.

"An object of great importance to the Foot will be coming to New York this weekend," he began to explain. "A book of prophecy. The book where the page you used to bring me back came from. It is invaluable to claiming the world for our own. I want you to infiltrate the museum where it will be on display, and steal it. It should be of no consequence for ninja as skill as the two of you."

"Yes, Master. Your will be done."

April O'Neil stared at Casey Jones in amazement. Everything he had just explained to her made no logical sense in her mind. The turtles weren't monsters. They were completely sentient and were teenagers younger than the two of them. Their father was a rat. And they were fighting gangs in New York as well as a clandestine ninja cult that had just popped up. She cursed her terrible luck. This was possibly the best story anyone could ever write, and no one would believe it. I mean, the world was weird, but teenage mutant ninja turtles fighting an undead ninja master? No one was going to believe that.

"And you ran into them, how?" that much she still wasn't sure about. "How does a random teenager come across a group of mutant ninjas?"

His eyes narrowed at her, "Are you interviewing me? You writing a story in your head right now?"

She cursed herself, realizing that's exactly what she sounded like. April couldn't help it. Her mind was always thinking like an investigator, and the questioning came out like that. Casey was a nice guy, and if she was going to continue tutoring him, they'd need to at least be civil. No need to treat him like a story.

"Sorry, sorry," she shook her head and laughed. "It's a bad habit. Still, would love to hear that story."

"Yea, well," Casey's eyes darted from her to the floor, and his hands rubbed the back of this neck. "I, uhh."

Before he could answer, a rap on the window drew their attention. There, standing on the fire escape, were the four turtles as well as a large, humanoid rat at their forefront. April had to do her best to not gasp in shock. The creatures she had been searching for, here at the home of the guy she had been assigned to tutor. It was like the will of the universe or something. She could hardly believe her luck.

Casey got up and slid open the window. The rat looked down at him, turned his gaze to April, and sighed, "I believe we need to sit down and have a discussion."


Alopex watched in awe as Hob tore through the deactivated robots with such ferocity she was afraid to get near him. He was completely animalistic as he tore into the metal with his claws and even his teeth. Piece of metal flew through the air as if they were bloody pieces of carcass when the vultures come to feed. The small din of metal bouncing off the concrete of the sewer walls filled the air.

Behind her, Herman was injured, but not badly. Two of the robots had managed to crack the shell on one of his claws, but he assured her it was merely a flesh wound and he would heal in no time. Pigeon Pete, meanwhile, was still hanging on a pipe far above them, ensuring he would be far away should any of the robots come back to life as quickly as they deactivated. He hadn't stopped shaking since they came underground. She felt sorry for the mutant. He was confused at the best of times, she could imagine what was going through that tiny little brain of his at a time like this.

"Hob!" she called out to her group's leader, attempting to get him to snap out of his mindless fury. "Hob! Would you cut it out! You're gonna make Pete's heart explode if you keep that up!"

The mutated alley cat spun around and glared at her with his remaining eye, the anger burning in it unlike anything she had ever seen before. He snapped back at her, "This is all your fault. You and those damn turtles!"

"What the hell is your problem!?" she growled in response. "They didn't send those robots!"

"No, but the goody two shoes one drew them to us! To our home! And now it's gone forever!" he howled. "Everything we built! And now we're on the run!"

"So we'll set up a new home!" she motioned around her. "There's plenty of space in New York!"

"No," he shook his head. "Not any more. We're not going to sit around. We're not going to wait for another attack. It's time we actually live up to our name. The Mutanimal Liberation Army is going to take the fight to the humans. No more hiding. No more games. And if your turtle friends get in the way, we're gonna kill them too."


Jordan Perry rewound the video once again, watching how the mutants worked together, spoke to one another, and even, as crazy as it sounded, were smart enough to design an advanced vehicle in the subway tunnels. Everything about them was so much more incredible than they had ever had hoped. It told him that they were close to unlocking the final goal that TCRI had been built for. After all this time, he knew he was close.

"I can't believe it," Stockman said over his shoulder, just as in awe as he was. "This is everything we had hoped for and more."

Agent Bishop had left in disgust when the MOUSERs were deactivated, leading Perry and Stockman to conceal their looks of amazement. That one of the mutants they had created had the ability to hack into their own technology and override it was incredible. Just incredible.

"We'll need to run more tests," Perry started to muse. "Once we're sure they perform up to specification, we can start more fabrication."

"How do you suggest we do that?" Stockman's eyebrows raised at his boss.

"Simple," Perry smiled. "Agent Bishop is going to want more counter measures. We make sure those counter measures find their way to the mutants. He doesn't have to know that we really don't want them killed. Not yet, at least."


April sat, enraptured as the rat, who she now knew as Splinter, explained the mutants' origin. How he found the baby turtles crawling in a green ooze not long after his master had been murdered by the Foot Clan. How it turned them into the large, impressive creatures they were today. How they were the last ones whose burden it was to stop the resurrected Oroku Saki and ensure the dominion of the Foot never came again.

"So you can see," Splinter finished his tale, "painting my sons as the 'Terror Turtles' is not overly helpful, Miss O'Neil."

"Not cool, lady," Michelangelo shook his head in disappointment.

"Sorry," she winced. "That was my editor. He's...excitable."

"Well, you can make it up to us," Leonardo, whom April gathered was the leader of the group, offered. "We're going to need human allies. Ones we can trust. You guys help us out, and we can help you out."

April's eyes narrowed, "Help me out how?"

"Next time, we'll pose for the pictures," Raphael joked. "Make it look real good."

"The last one was incredibly blurry," Donatello added in.

"Hey!" April chuckled, beside herself. "It was dark. But, what could I even help you with?"

Splinter looked and nodded to Donatello, who placed a piece of one of the robots on the desk. He flipped it over and pointed to a cereal number, with a large logo plastered above it.

"TCRI?" April rubbed her chin. "That's a private think tank in the city. Why would they have sent the robots after you?"

"I do not know," Splinter shook his head, "but the canister of ooze that created us bore the same marking."
@Pacifista's Hawk and Dove and @Bounce's Robin are approved!

@Inkarnate's Batman is APPROVED!

<Snipped quote by Inkarnate>

I feel that a DC world isn't complete without the big guy. I feel tempted to make one of him


It would have to fit in with @Inkarnate’s story, just FYI. As of now Kara is the founder of the Super legacy in the game. She would also get to decide whether it gets approved along with the GMs

The next morning, Steve rapped gently on the door where Rogue had been placed to rest, hoping that the girl was in the mood to talk. After his discussions with Xavier, and what he figured was about to come down the pipeline, they needed to talk about what came next. His idea of leaving her at the school had gone out the window last night when they laid waste to an orphanage and a downtown of an American city. She'd be marked. He was sure of it. Whoever had abducted her and experimented on her was going to go all out to make life difficult for them. Leaving her here would put a target on the school's back, and Steve couldn't allow a safe haven to be in danger.

"Come in," the young' mutant's voice came from the other side. Rogers was relieved to hear that she didn't seem all that down.

Entering, he found her writing in a journal at the desk in the room, looking into the morning light flooding over the school grounds. The strands of white hair fell over her face as she stared down to the paper, scribbling furiously. Without looking up, she asked, "So you leavin'?"

"Yea," he leaned up against the window. Outside, on the basketball court, two mutants were playing one-on-one. A smaller boy dribbled around the larger one, before leaping nearly ten feet off the ground, going for a spectacular dunk. Before he could do so, however, the other boy's arm extended and smacked the ball away. The two of them began laughing. It was a beautiful moment between two kids, just being kids. It was still baffling to Steve that people saw these kids as abominations. That they didn't deserve to live their lives like all kids did. That they were a threat. Or, in the case of Rogue, that all they were good for was experimentation.

For all the ways the world had improved and grown since he went into the ice, it was startlingly similar in the worst corners of men's minds. It seemed like all it would take was a push to send things back to how they were when he first became Captain America. That's what he needed to fight against. To make sure humanity stayed far, far away from the brink.

Rogue's head snapped up, bringing his attention back from outside. He saw her eyes were fiery balls of determination, "I"m coming with you. After what we saw last night you can't leave me here. They murdered my family. Experimented on me. Ain't no way I'm-"

"Relax," he shook his head. She was so much like he was back when Erskine had found him. Ready to through all caution to the wind and dive headfirst into anything that would allow him to fight in what he believed in. She was young than he was at the time, but he probably would have been the same way. "You're coming with me. After last night, you can't stay here."

"Seriously?" she asked, stunned by how easy that was.

"Seriously," Rogers nodded. "But it's not gonna be easy. You're gonna have to train. Every day. It's not gonna be fun. We'll probably be on the run. Constantly."

"Sounds fun," Rogue smiled mischievously. That was what he was worried about. She was impulsive. She was a thrill seeker. He was certain she wasn't going to listen to orders. That would lead to problems. But if she was willing to learn, she'd be a good teammate.

He smirked beside himself, "Come on. Xavier and Summers want to have a chat with me. I think the blue furry scientist is gonna want to sit down with you."

"Wait what?"

Leonardo and Raphael's footfalls echoed through the sewers of New York as they ran towards the place they were set to meet Donatello and the rest of their family. The two brothers had spent most of their lives in these sewers, and knew them like the backs of their shells. While anyone who came down here would be lost in the infinitely twisted labyrinth of stone, piping, and humid, stale air, the turtles moved through the space like rainwater after a storm. Each turn was made without thinking, each move to a level lower without hesitation.

It was good too, since they were being hunted.

"Any idea where these damn things came from?" Raph looked over at his brother as the two of them lept over a pipe in their way. Behind them, they could hear the tiny, metallic footsteps of their pursuers. While the sewers had seemed to stop them in their tracks for a short while, the robots had seemingly re-calibrated when Raph and Leo met up with one another, restarting the chase. "Don't seem like anything we'd see from the Dragons. Though they're the only ones with reason to send a bunch of murderbots after us!"

"Not important now," Leo responded, motioning towards the subway access hatch directly in front of them. "We get to Donnie, we see what he can do."

"For once having a mega nerd as a brother is gonna come in handy," Raph mused about their situation. "Who woulda guessed!?"

Leo looked over his shoulder for a moment as they approached the panel. What he saw gave him an even higher sense of urgency. A new battalion of the robots flowed forth around the nearest corner like an angry flood of snapping, metal jaws. Whatever had scrambled their circuits down here had clearly been cleared up, and they were back at their full ferocity. They rushed closer and closer as the two turtles unsealed the hatch and slipped in. As Leo closed and sealed the hatch behind him, the metal indented, showing the form of the teeth behind it. The metal seal began to buckle under the repeated blows of the unstopping automatons.

"You know, this reminds me of a Next Generation episode where the Borg-"

Raph cut Leonardo off, "Really? Now? We're gonna do this now?"

"I'm just sayin'," Leo shrugged and smiled sheepishly.

Before Raphael could display any more outward signs of frustration at how much of a geek his brother was, a loud rumble began to approach from down the subway tunnel. The rails nearest tot them vibrated in an unnatural way, and a pair of lights very much unlike anything either of them had ever seen on a subway car. To Leo they almost resembled the shape of the turtles' eyes when they were wearing their ninja masks. Donnie was nothing if not literal when he designed the thing.

The vehicle began to slow as it approached the two brothers, and the large mass of metal came to a sudden stop with a last jolt. Raph and Leo exchanged looks, both of their mouths hanging open in surprise. What stood in front of them was an old New York Subway car that had been completely painted over. Graffiti of the four turtles and Splinter adorned the outside, along with other various tags that Mikey had been trying out.

"We seriously need to sit Mikey down and remind him what 'ninja' means," Leo rubbed his temples as Raph chuckled.

The door to the car hissed open, and Splinter stood in the opening, offering his hands to his sons, "Come, Donatello says we must keep moving or we could be struck by a train."

"Comforting," Raphael sighed as they hopped on.

Before Splinter could close the door, the robots broke through the access panel. The metal door blasted against the side of the transport, and the little metal monsters clambered over one another to get to the mutants. Donatello threw the vehicle into gear, sending the three mutants stumbling to catch their balance. The subway car lurched forward, its wheels searching for a grip. It seemed as if it would never move, before it shot forward like it was launched out of a canon. Not fast enough, as two of the robots lept into the vehicle with them. One was smashed by Mike's weapon, while the other was skewered through its optical panel by Splinter's walking stick.

"Welcome aboard the Shellraiser, dudes!" Michelangelo exclaimed victoriously.

"We haven't agreed on that name!" Donnie called back from the control cabin of the subway car. He made his way back to them, and gingerly took the robot off the rat's staff. "If we have any chance of knocking these things out, I'm gonna need to see how this thing ticks."

"Uh, dude," Mikey threw a thumb over his shoulder at the controls, "who's driving?"

"The computer, of course," Donnie responded absentmindedly as he approached the workbench at the back of the moving train car. Leo looked around, and had to admit that Donnie had done one hell of a job on this thing. The small workbench was located next to Donnie's computer station. There was a small cot with some first aid supplies on the other side, and up front were chairs everyone could strap into if need be. "It runs on an automated program that compiles subway metadata running through the New York Transit system which-"

"Donnie, we talked about this," Leo sighed. "Short, easy to digest sentences."

"It talks to the other trains on the track to know when to turn," Donnie grumbled.

"Wait, didn't two of your test cars crash?" Raph panicked. "Two out of four? As in half?"

"Yea, sure," Don waved his worry away while he started to crack open the robot. "That's why I have a failsafe button. Someone just needs to pay attention and press the red button up front if it blinks."

"Sounds like a job for-" Mikey started.

"No!" everyone else responded in unity.

"Aw," Michelangelo's shoulders fell.

Splinter moved up to the cabin, nodding to the brothers as he did. Leo patted Donnie on the shoulder, "You gonna be able to figure this out, bro?"

The outer shell of the robot cracked open, revealing the complex circuitry inside. Donnie's hands worked like that of a surgeon, pulling out anything and everything he didn't need to do his job. He considered Leo's question, "Yea, but I'm going to need some time."

"Well, lets hope this piece of crap doesn't fall apart on us," Raph looked around at the vibrating train car.

Suddenly a loud thunk emanated from the roof, and Mikey slapped Raph on the shoulder, "Way to be a major jinx, bro."

Leo motioned towards the hatch on the top of the train. Raph and Mike boosted him up, allowing him to flip open the panel. On the other side, the robot was waiting for him. He quickly caught the robot by the neck, and tossed it into the side of the subway tunnel. He watched as it bounced along the concrete and fell to pieces, sparks flying through the darkness. But even as that one was taken care of, multiple new invaders fell from the roof of the tunnel.

He pushed himself onto the roof of the train, rolled, and unsheathed his swords as he came to his feet, slicing two in half as he did so. One fell from above him, and he sliced its head off before it hit the roof of the Shellraiser. Calling down to his brothers, he announced, "Gonna need some help up here! Looks like they're dive bombing us from some maintenance tunnels running above us! You keep working on the drones, Don!"

"Actually they're not drones. More like a cybernetic hive mind that-"

"No one cars, Donnie!" Raphael called down as he joined Leo on the roof. "Just shut 'em down!"

Michelangelo joined his brothers, spinning his nunchaku with vigor, "No joke, I totally had a dream that was just like this. But instead of robots, it was sewer alligators."

"Shut up and smash some robots, you dummy," Raph growled as he plunged his sai through the body of one of the robots. He spun and flung it off his weapon into two other bots, knocking them off the side of the train car. "Man, these tin cans are fun to smash."

The three brothers formed up around the rooftop entry hatch as more and more robots fell onto the vehicle and began to close in. The three of them knew that they had to give Donatello as much time as he needed to do whatever he needed to do. Wave after wave of robots came at them, and the brothers moved as if they were melded with one another. Leo slashed with his swords at ones that attempted to get withing Raphael and Michelangelo's shorter reach. Raphael used his brute strength to tear apart any that got by Leonardo's blades. Michelangelo used his uncharacteristic fighting style to move around the circle in flips and slides, drawing the robots off balance.

But Leo knew it wasn't going to be enough. For every one they struck down, it seemed like four more dropped down onto the Shellraiser's hull. He was getting tired. He figured Raph was as well. Mikey was always enthusiastic in a fight, but he was always sloppy. IF Raphael and Leonardo's proficiently sound fighting slipped, Mikey would get overwhelmed. It wasn't a good situation, and there was a good chance it was going to get worse.

"Uh, bros," Mike sounded worried. "Low bridge coming up fast."

Leo looked over his shoulder and saw that a station was indeed approaching, luckily with no train in it. But it was a low bridge. They wouldn't be able to stay on the roof.

"Father!" Donnie called. "Press the red button! It'll divert us from the station."

"Wait! Don't!" Leo called out to the two members of his family inside the train. "Stay on course!"

"Leo," Raph responded cautiously, "I'm not really keen to be tenderized tonight."

"We won't be," Leo assured him. He kept his eyes on the approaching wall, "Closer...closer...Now! Turtles! Hand six!"

With that, the other two mutants knew exactly where their leader was going with this. The three of them rushed to the back of the Shellraiser, cutting the robots down as they went. When they reached the edge, the slid off the side, grabbing the edge and hanging off the side. The wall ledge smashed into the robots on top of the train, pulverizing them into a blizzard of wires, metal, and circuitry. As the train blasted through the station, Leo almost laughed at the confused humans that watched it fly by in a blur.

"I hope someone throws that up on Tik Tok!" Mikey whooped.

The three pulled themselves back up to the top of the Shellraiser, and their smiles immediately melted away. The robots had already replenished their numbers. The three brothers looked at one another and sighed, readying their weapons.

Before the bots could attack, however, a spasm went through them like a wave. The little metal monstrosities all seized up before falling over, motionless. They all began to slide off the side of the train like penguins on those National Geographic specials Don loved. They all clanged and shattered on the floor of the subway.

"Donnie!?" Leo called down.

"Did they shut down!?" he asked. "I used this one's receiver transmitter to send a simple binary malware that initiated a complete system-"

"Are they gonna turn back on?" Raph cut Donatello off, knowing that he'd go on forever if he let them.

"Not for a while, no," Donnie confirmed. "In the meantime I'm gonna set up a surprise for them if they come into our sewers again."

"Hell of a job, Donnie," Leo smiled.

"Nerd power, bro," Raph agreed.

"Bros, I think this calls for a little deep dish action!" Mikey called out.

"Ugh," Splinter grumbled. "Kids."

The Shellraiser made for the Den, having an adventurous maiden journey. Leo felt pride in his family, but one thing still had him feeling uneasy. Whoever sent these things knew who they were, what they were. They sent incredibly advanced robots after his family, and the turtles had no idea who they were. Their enemies in the city were piling up, and they hadn't even begun to put a dent into any of them.

His family was in danger, and there was nothing that scared Leonardo more than that.
So Wraith's Angel/Raven characters will be removed from the roster.

I'm also decreeing that Doc's Spider-Man can now be applied for. If no sheets are posted before he posts, he is safe to continue with the character. But if someone wants to pick up Spider-Man, they are free to attempt to do so.
MB has been taken off the roster, and Batman is free to be picked up. Whoever picks the character up will not be beholden to the story he had started and they can start fresh.
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