Keksalot

A L T E R E D M I R R O R (High-Casual)

No. I will post a pitchfork. It appeals to me. That's one letter he probably knows.

A L T E R E D M I R R O R (High-Casual)

@Kimchi
It's [psi], like in greek.

A L T E R E D M I R R O R (High-Casual)

Subject Ψ

"Oh! That makes sense, yes." The ugly man winked back for some reason. Or rather, he very slowly, excruciatingly slowly closed and opened his left and then right eyes, one after the other. The whole "winking" thing was also ruined by the fact that skin of his eyelids was nigh-transparent and stretched tightly over the horrible, bulging, inhuman thing that was the eye itself, never actually hindering his vision too much.
"My name is Ψ, like the letter. Pleased to be your friend."

A L T E R E D M I R R O R (High-Casual)

Subject Ψ

The lanky guy, until recently busy with reading a book gruesomely titled "Death Planet" - though he has barely made it through the first twenty pages - violently jerked at the unexpected sound, dropped his reading material on the floor and quickly sat up, his slightly elongated head swinging from side to side on the thin twig of a neck made to look a bit thicker by his collar, with long and glossy hair flailing around and hitting him on his... face Yes, for a lack of better word, this one would've had to do. Quickly noticing the presence of a new face and noting the lack of hostile intent, the eerily spider-like man - one could only hope that nature didn't do such cruel things to a girl - calmed down and smiled - if a display of thin, long and incredibly manifold teeth could be called a smile - before quietly chuckling and mimicking the newcomer's gesture with his own hand. An unproportionately long limb unfolded into the air in a way that could make a less vary observer think that it had more than one elbow, and two slightly twitching, milky white and nail-less digits protruded upwards from a clenched fist.
As if to drive some uncertain point further, the ugly, emaciated guy shook his hand in the air a bit before finally replying to the greeting with proper words - his voice was thin and high, though not quite reaching for contratenor, and very slightly, almost unnoticeably undulating:
"Oh joy!" Man's right hand finally came down from the air and connected with the other one to produce a singular loud clap, signifying his happiness. "Someone wants to make friends!"
"I'm glad that you're so happy. Don't be a sad little thing like me. But don't be a gruff and rough meanie either." He briefly paused, thinking of how to continue the conversation.
"Oh, should i wish you a happy birthday? That's what friends do!" - Somehow, Ψ noted to himself, he knew that it was exactly the thing good friends wished to their friends. Strange, really - for him, his birth's day wasn't very happy. On the contrary, it was sort of sad and filled with things and events he did not found at all acceptable or right. Still, he knew that a Birthday was always Happy - two words went hand in hand. "Happy Birthday, uh..."
"Freishutz! Freishutz? Free... lock? Rifleman? What does that mean?"

A L T E R E D M I R R O R (High-Casual)

@Superman
What happens if at some point somehow a subject ends up without a collar or it malfunctons?

A L T E R E D M I R R O R (High-Casual)

Here's an interesting question.
I know it might be spoilers or something, but like, is it possible that our guys have their engineered minds implanted with some sort of override codes? You know, some MK-ULTRA shit, when a scientist speaks a specific word in a specific tone and the brainwashed target that hears it immediately falls asleep or has a seizure or turns into basically a zombie. As a security measure or something.

A L T E R E D M I R R O R (High-Casual)

Okay guys
How do i make a header and that cool big font
i'm fuckin great at starcraft micro and CS but i've no idea how to write beyond just typing

Marvel's Tomorrow Academy

@SolasReveal@Double Capybara@BlackPanther

Reply you fuckin flipflops the game is finally picking up

Marvel's Tomorrow Academy

Third pupil stepped up, seemingly unimpressed by the witnessed displays of power and looked his new mentor in the eye. His gaze was cold and emotionless, his expression blank and a slightest bit unnerving to see on such a young face. After briefly but so very carefully examining the face of his teacher - it felt like boy's eyes were like cold and vicious knives, dissectinv everything they looked at - young man took off his ridiculous top hat and gave Spiderman a curt little bow before introducing himself properly:
"I'm Ferrer Nethaniah Böhm. I am very smart and I have a knack for... people. I know what they feel and what makes them tick. I've used this power to do a lot very bad things to many people. I'd like to never do that again."
Spiderman probably read this little fella's file beforehand. It's not like bad childhood was unusual for mutants, but this guy was a special snowflake - a metahuman-supremacist community got to him before anyone else did and Ferrer spent almost six years of his life effortlessly talking people into eating their children alive in order to prove some bullshit point. Boy seemed pretty cool about it though and took the whole rehab idea with great enthusiasm.

The Broken World: Nations of Azoth

@Flagg
Thing's still kinda WIP.
Please tell me about difficulties connected to living near the Sea of Glass and the hostile creatures in there. Are two rivers that flow to the west from it kinda-sorta clean? How hard it is to protect them if they mark the borders of my sovereignity? Can barbarians and mutants be reasoned with? Like, just open my gates to them and tell them that they can get their ichor easily - but we'd like for it to be paid for in coin or labor rather than blood, and that'd satisfy both sides since you don't REALLY WANT to fight for your lives all the time, m-m-m?

Throne

Faction Name: Throne, The Corpse-City

Motto: One Man, One Vote(One Guilden Entry Fee, No Refunds, Enjoy Your Stay, Remember To Visit The Flesh Pits And Gutburster's Eatery)

Alias: Sitty Offa Fouzend Sure-Praises, as written in the official guide by the Guild of Beggars, Street Vendors and Bonepickers

Government Type: Meritocratical Tyranny(sic)

Faction Specie(s): All and any and all of them. Throne opens its gates to all who ask - even armies of foreign conquerors.

Location: Thought about having it situated between the two rivers left of the Sea of Glass.

Faction Religion/Ideology: Everyone is permitted to believe anything they want - as long as those believes do not conflict too much with others'. In case a conflict escalates, the parties are ordered to settle it through a personal public duel to death, without any other variants. As such, most problems are often taken care off quietly, quickly and without alerting the authorities.

Faction Description: There is too much to describe in a few words - one biggest common factor that unites the people of Throne is the great desire for every new day to be exactly like the previous one and readiness to defend this and many other of their interests with swords and purses in hand.

Faction History: Too tired to write out a long thing rn so short version - some travelers happen upon a side of a gigantic beast sticking out of the earth and discover that it's rotten eyes and blood are pure Ichor, it's tissues are as soft as the day it died, it's meat whilst petrified becomes chewy and tough but nutritious snack if heated and shattered - and decide to settle. Time goes, city grows, bridges are built, in comes Mister Glitter who turns a ragtag bunch of people trying to make a living into ruthless and savvy merchants and moneymongers. City grows even bigger and more advanced by the minute, eating people, goods and resources and churning out Civilization.

Important Characters: Mister Glitter - Supreme High Tyrant of Throne. An ancient spirit personifying the best traits of Old World's commerce and capitalism and trying to mould this world into the form he remembers. His usual form is that of a man of solid gold dressed in 19-century England's White Tie clothing complete with cane, monocle and a cylinder. His true shape however is a gigantic whirlwind of razor-sharp precious gems like rubies, sapphires and diamonds and leaden and golden coins spinning at incredible speeds. He possesses powerful magic, a cunning mind for business, psychology and negotiations and rules the city with a golden fist, ready to sacrifice all that he has for his vision and peoples' stability. It was he who came up with the "One Man, One Vote" words - the catch is that HE is that One Man and it is His One Vote.

Theresa Garcia-Sciavolla Cassini - Lady Whore and mistress of flesh pits. Greatest rumormonger and socialite in the city.

Gutbuster Gob - Head of the Charnelworkers, Butchers and Skinners Cabal, tasked with carefully exploiting the Corpse's innards and digging it's nigh-infinite carcass out of the earth.

Grand-Greater Slaymaster Deathlord Warking Krestislav - lord of the High Arcana Society.

Whip-It-Quick - minor spirit, mascot and patron and head of the Thieves' Consortium.

Suffer-Not-Injustice - Mr. Gitter's personal one-legged, one-armed, one-eyed and sixty-seven-eared(he amassed a really big collection of those in his active duty days) hound and the city's Marshall-Provost. He and his guardsmen are tasked with rooting out the REAL crime - that which is wrought for evil rather than good of the city and can topple the Throne. He realizes the irony of his job but also knows just how vital it is.

More to come.

Important Holdings/Territory/Possessions: to be done

Relation to other Factions: WE love everything about our neighbours - but most of all we love their gold and their water. Please tell us what do you want for those and we will give it to you. And if we don't have it we will steal it for you. And if we can't steal it for you we will at least make it up.

Also i had another stupid idea about making not a usual city but an ancient Old World techno-wonder in form of a gigantic aircraft carrier turned Ark for many thousands of totally-not-genetical-purity-supremacists.