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4 mos ago
Current Someone out there vividly remembers something you said, which you have completely forgotten.
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2 yrs ago
They call it science "fiction" when there are currently more planets inhabited by robots than planets inhabited by humans.
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3 yrs ago
"Writing about magic is harder than writing about spies because you’re dealing with something that doesn’t really exist."
3 yrs ago
If you're ever lonely, dim all the lights and put on a horror movie. After a while, it won’t feel like you're alone anymore. Problem solved.
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3 yrs ago
“Before you marry a person, you should first make them use a computer with slow Internet to see who they really are.”
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HITMAN

"𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚊 𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎. 𝙰𝚗 𝚎𝚗𝚍. 𝚈𝚎𝚜... 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎. 𝙸𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛, 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚋𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚎. 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝. 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑."

Who I Am

Longtime RPer that has not RPed in a hot second. Pondering a return from a self-imposed exile.


Where I Am


Currently Running
Nothing at the moment, but maybe keep an eye out.

Currently Participating
n/a. Maybe it'll change? ;)

Honors

"He's a two-faced bastard of a GM."


"He's American. Enough said"


"He abuses us with lenny faces"

Comment: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

"He hates the gays"


"Wait, since you're a hitman, can't you just scan the bar code on the back of your head and just bring your post back?"


"I have never met a more horrible, selfish, ungrateful human than Hitman. I wish I didn't have to live inside his body 24/7 for the rest of my pathetic, meaningless existence."

老吾老,以及人之老;幼吾幼,以及人之幼

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𝙶𝙼 𝙰𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝:

𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚋:
  • 𝚆𝚊𝚑𝚛𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚝
  • 𝙷𝚎𝚖𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔
  • 𝚁𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚝

𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝙸 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚏𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎. 𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚜.
I like this one. Might make a character.


I retract my earlier statement. Feel free to make a character if you want!
I like this one. Might make a character.


Unfortunately, we are not accepting any new characters at this time. I'll let you know if there is an opening.
𝙸𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝙽𝙿𝙲𝚜


𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚎





𝙼𝙵𝙷𝚂



"𝙷𝚢𝚞𝚝 𝚂𝚎𝚗𝚐 𝙻𝚞𝚗𝚐"

The Hyut Seng Lung (血腥龙) is a rising Chinese triad based in Hong Kong and Macau. The Hyut Seng Lung was founded as early as the 1940s as an anti-Communist resistance group in Guangdong, but were driven out by Mao and relocated to Hong Kong. For the longest time, they remained fairly low-key, running a few small-time rackets in gambling and union fees. They managed to accumulate a significant amount of wealth through these small criminal enterprises, but they didn't take off until the late 80s, with the ascension of a new Dragon Head, the fierce, uncompromising, and ruthless Corporal Kwan Fu Gong, known by his English name Frankie Kwan. Under his leadership, the Hyut Seng Lung expanded their operations into all sorts of drugs- cocaine, heroin, crack, psychedelics, anything that made mony. The Hyut Seng Lung also expanded into the casino business, purchasing a casino in Macau with drug money and turning it into a front for their prosperous illicit dealings. The Hyut Seng Lung are driven only by profit and care little to nothing about human lives.







Grace pouted as Tom snatched away her notepad, looking like a child that just had her favorite toy taken away. In a way, the analogy was not too far from the truth. "To~m! You know that I need to plan ahead! How else can I possibly maximize the time efficiency of this vacation? I want to make the most productive use of every second of our time together, and the only way I can do that is by properly allotting our total time into given subsections! That's the only way we can optimize this entire experience!" Grace ranted, but her annoyance quickly subsided, perhaps because of the nice Caribbean air or something like that. "Alright, fine...I'll try being a little more...chill," Grace said mopily. "I've never understood why you want me to be more...spontaneous. Surely we have enough entropy and disorder in the natural universe already, which is beyond the control of physicists. At the very least I should be able to plan our dates..." Grace said to herself, but she relented nonetheless, taking off her hat and sunglasses and resting them on the desk. "Alright, hot stone massage. Let's go. This is bound to be relaxing, that's for sure..."

Grace stepped back out into the Caribbean sun, stretching and enjoying the sensation of the daylight touching her skin. She walked down the boardwalk, noticing the hut right next to theirs was the Great White Shark Hut. "That's the Director's hut," Grace said, having quickly observed the key that Powers had taken earlier. She looked at his doorstep, which still had some of his luggage on it, and noticed something that bothered her somewhat. Sitting in front of his door was a large green bag, and inside the bag was an item that seemed to vaguely resemble an assault rifle. Her observation was quickly overpowered by her rationality- there was no way Powers could've smuggled weapons to a vacation, and there was no reason for Powers to do so anyways, right? Grace pushed the idea out of her mind as much as possible as she took Tom's hand. "Let's go," she said, walking across the island with a bit of spring in her step, but the image of Powers' weapon-bag still gnawed at her mind as the couple made their way over to the massage parlor. Was there more at play here than Grace thought?

The massage parlor on the island was a large, swanky-looking building of marble with golden highlights that was surrounded by palm trees, with a sliding glass door. It was an impressively fancy structure, Grace had to admit. She walked past two golden dolphin fountains, speaking to the woman behind the desk. "We have an appointment," she said bluntly to the lady, who smiled and tapped her computer a few times. “Of course. You’re in the Ocean Room. Your masseur will be with you shortly,” she said. Grace nodded stiffly, gesturing towards Tom to come over. She walked down the hallway, entering the room labelled “Ocean.”

The room was filled with water-themed decor, with waves painted on the walls and conch shells everywhere. There were a couple wooden buckets full of what Grace assumed would be the hot stones for the massage, and two massage beds sat in the middle of the room. Grace smiled relaxedly, looking over at Tom. "This is...nice," she said plainly, leaning towards Tom and standing on her toes, briefly resting her lips against the bottom of Tom’s chin for a moment before withdrawing, her eyes twinkling with a delight that Grace rarely exhibited. "I like this. Not having to work or deal with that stress, getting to hang out in the sun...it’s perfect," Grace said with a demure smile. "And I’m so happy I get to do it with you." She looked at Tom warmly. "Let’s get ready, then?"

Grace unbuttoned her shirt, taking it off to reveal a vibrantly tropical and distinctively un-Grace-like bikini of bright orange and hot pink. She gave Tom a coy smile before she kicked off her shorts as well, scooping her clothes in her hand and walking over to find a place to hang them. "Alright, now we just have to wind back and let the magic happen...” Grace hung her clothes on a peg above several large prop barrels (like something one would find on a pirate ship) before sitting down on one of the massage beds, kicking her legs back and forth. "Sooo..." Grace said, looking at the wall. "This is a long wait. Guess they’re busy today...well, we can definitely talk about something! Like...I dunno. Ooh, movies!" Movies were always a safe conversation topic. "You know, I don’t think I’ve ever figured out what your favorite movie was. So, what’s your favorite movie? Actually, I don’t know too many of your favorite things at all. Favorite food? Favorite ice cream flavor? Favorite animal? Man, I wish we had more chances to just talk…"






Blake was very busy thinking about his epic tale and backstory that he would give to the other mobsters, but his daydreams were interrupted by somebody speaking to him. "Who’s the armor? Oh, the armory! Got it." Blake stood, resting his files on the table. "Let’s go! And yeah, I’m 99% sure Christina is joking. 99%," Blake repeated as he made his way out of the room, heading over to the elevator. He pressed the 9th floor button, and the elevator zoomed up. When the doors opened again, an entirely different scene awaited them. Sleek black metal walls with pulsing teal lights filled the area. Several display cases with various HERO memorabilia were presented along the walls.

"Here’s the armory. It’s super cool. They have scientists here that make shit just for us. Just for us! Isn’t that neat?" Blake guided Max down the hall, past plenty of display cases, towards an area with two doorways, one labelled with a little blue man and the other a little pink girl. Blake pushed open the door with the man symbol, revealing a large area, similar to a locker room.

"Everybody has a locker. Yours is in here somewhere...the people who work here deposit all our hero stuff right into the lockers. All our mail, new equipment, y’know. Here’s mine...." Blake pressed his palm to the encryptor before he swung his locker door open, a pile of fan mail pouring out from inside. Blake picked a bright pink envelope that was covered in hearts up, making a face, before throwing it back into the pile. "You didn’t see anything," Blake said, pointing index and middle finger at the pile, and in a split second the entire mass of letters lit up in ember flames before vanishing. "I hope Angie doesn’t dig around through my stuff, ew...anyway, HERO gives us some complementary stuff to use, even though most of it is useless." Blake removed what appeared to be a sparkly leotard from his locker. "I’m pretty sure this one is just a straight-up joke." He tossed it back in. "Ooh, element gun!." Blake removed what appeared to be an elaborate flare gun from the locker. "Here, this gun lets you compact your powers up and shoot it in a blast. You want it?" Blake tossed the weapon over to Max. "Tornado gun! Now, that sounds sick."





Christina chuckled. "No dice, I’m afraid. Can’t go starting a whole campaign now...," she said, looking over at the brewing conflict at the table. "Excellent points, you guys. Much of the information is actually contained in the dossier. But in short- yes, the Black Baron does have powers, and the fact that he does have superpowers is exactly why we know it’s him.” Christina said, opening up her own files. "Baron’s power is called Omen. An exceedingly dangerous superpower. There’s some scientific explanation involving microscopic bacteria and stuff, but in essence, if he cuts your skin, you die," Christina said.. "His power allows him to rapidly exacerbate the effects of a small wound. A paper cut becomes a gash oozing with blood. A stab wound becomes...well, at that point, you’re done," Christina said. "The way that the two recent murders were committed were highly consistent with the Baron’s powers. You can copy a modus operandi, but it’s very difficult to copy a superpower."

Christina laughed at Brooke’s place. "Cute, but I don’t think Mrs. McMaimKill is fooling anybody." She rested both her elbows against the table, leaning forwards. "Imagine...that you’re your favorite character from a movie! And try and channel that energy! A whole different type of energy. Acting is just feeling like and being somebody that you aren’t. Anybody can do it," Christina said warmly. "In any case, we’re going to need a couple people to play hostages. Can’t have too many superheroes disguising themselves at once. Too many newcomers would be suspicious. And plus, bring a hostage is like bringing a bottle of wine in the criminal world. It’ll help ease tensions and establish trust. Any volunteers?"





Powers lightly tapped the ballet, sending a croquet ball rolling elegantly through one of the wickets. "Both of those assertions are definitely well-founded and valid predictions, but they are also both false." Powers lifted his croquet ballet, his eyes rising from his ball up to the horizon. "The reason I summoned you here privately is because I reasoned that you would be undeniably much less interested in the resort than the rest of the group. I feel guilty interrupting the rest of the...much, much younger heroes from their vacation, and I believed that you would be more interested in something...exciting. Eventually, the rest of the group will be informed, but it would be best if we can get the preliminary housekeeping out of the way first." Powers rested his mallet over his broad shoulders, one muscled arm grasping each end of the hammer.

"The first piece of legislation passed by ICOSA was the Commission Act, in 1816. It formalized the establishment of territories for autonomous hero companies to police. However, there were some shortcomings to the act, leaving several areas open to interpretation, which has led to a lack of coverage in those regions. The United States Virgin Islands, for instance, is theoretically under jurisdiction of both TEXAS and CARD. Because of this, it is truthfully under neither of their jurisdictions, meaning that any enterprising criminal could use these locations for nefarious purposes.

”It is my belief that the organization known as Zero, a nefarious group of villains hellbent on world domination, have been using this resort as a money laundering source, and that they have set up a base somewhere on the island. My goal during this ‘vacation’ was to root ZERO out alone while the rest of the group was enjoying the spa treatments. If you would like, you could join me on this expedition.”

Powers swung his mallet down again, sending his ball spiraling through another wicket. ”My initial assumption was that you would prefer to do nothing this entire vacation, meaning that you would be accepting of my proposition. Of course, if you want, you are more than free to go vacation with the others. I believe happy hour will be commencing in a few hours, and I expect things to get quite rowdy, knowing the rest of them.” Powers lifted the mallet. ”The choice is yours. Also, it’s your turn to go. It would be disappointing if a native Briton were to be schooled by an American in a traditional game of croquet.”






Reserved for GM use, possibly.
Reserved for GM use, possibly.
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𝙶𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜, 𝙰𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝...𝚘𝚑, 𝚠𝚘𝚠, 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜? 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚞𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕...𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝙳𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚂𝚘𝚔𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚊?

𝙽𝚘? 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚎? 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎. 𝙰𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝, 𝙸'𝚖 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚍...

𝙾𝚑, 𝚢𝚎𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜. 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢. 𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚎, 𝙰𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝.

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𝙷𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚎



𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙰𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚕



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𝙼𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚘𝚞𝚜

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