Stuck between catch-up reading the IC and plotting out Constantine for Season 2 at the moment, and still need to outline DareDevil. I’m just bouncing between all three plus work and video games. God my life is hard.
#FirstWorldProblems
Lord Wraith
Member
Actually Three Otters in a Trenchcoat
STATUS: I'm GMing an RP. That's enough horror for me. 1 mo ago
- Last Seen: 30 min ago
- Old Guild Username: Lord Wraith
- Joined: 11 yrs ago
- Posts: 8442 (2.14 / day)
- VMs: 6
-
Username history
- Lord Wraith 11 yrs ago
-
Latest 10 profile visitors:
-
Most recent →
swordmasc,
Festive,
Number One,
Melissa,
Marik,
Snowdrops,
AndyC,
Half Pint,
Master Bruce,
Supermaxx
Status
Recent Statuses
1 mo ago
Current
I'm GMing an RP. That's enough horror for me.
4
likes
4 mos ago
But can the Ghost Note see why kids love the great taste of Cinnamon Toast Crunch?
2
likes
6 mos ago
Have you tried finding the Avatar?
9
likes
6 mos ago
When you manage to snag post 69 in the IC. Nice.
7
likes
7 mos ago
When a group of players click and the posts keep roling in, that's what GM dreams are made of.
9
likes
Bio
L O R D W R A I T H
L O R D W R A I T H
L O R D W R A I T H
"TBD"
U S E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________U S E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ U S E R S U M M A R Y _________________________________________________________U S E R S U M M A R Y Lord Wraith _________________________________________________________ February 21st | 31 | Caucasian _________________________________________________________ Married | ♂ | Heterosexual _________________________________________________________ Ontario | Canada P R E F E R E N C E S P R E F E R E N C E S C U R R E N T R O L E P L A Y S C U R R E N T R O L E P L A Y S | A B O U T M E A B O U T M E All systems go. Back to writing. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Vivamus at mi mi. In imperdiet porta dolor, at fermentum nulla commodo eu. Suspendisse volutpat et ex tempor suscipit. Nullam tincidunt at nunc vel auctor. Donec venenatis, nisl nec fringilla varius, massa quam porttitor turpis, sed bibendum purus sem id risus. Nullam scelerisque lectus eget diam gravida malesuada. Maecenas consectetur est ac sollicitudin congue. Maecenas interdum erat dignissim lectus sodales, nec ultrices neque egestas. Integer convallis lacus at consequat volutpat. |
Most Recent Posts
#FirstWorldProblems
Name: Thor Odinson, Princess Koriand'r, 89P13, Groot and Tigorr
Hero Name: The Guardians of the Galaxy
Known Alias':The Asgardians of the Galaxy, Thor, Starfire, Rocket, Groot and Tigorr
Age:
Powers:
Equipment:
Appearance: (Pictures allowed, but at least a paragraph of more in-depth description)
Known Affiliations: (Teams, associations, agencies, etc.)
Character Basis: Who is this character? Wiki link works just fine.
List of Reimagined traits: If a reimagining, then a summary of all of the major changes to their character.
Story Overview: A quick summary of who your character is, what they do and where their story is going. You don't have to go into great detail in public, but if you are going to be vague to keep everything a secret, at least PM me a more in depth version of this.
Sample Post: Think of this as your pilot. I'm not looking at what you write, but how you write it. Gives me a good idea of what kind of poster you are.
Post Links: (Please regularly update your CS to include links to the posts you make in the IC, makes it easier for people to read your story in consecutive order)
Hero Name: The Guardians of the Galaxy
Known Alias':The Asgardians of the Galaxy, Thor, Starfire, Rocket, Groot and Tigorr
Age:
Powers:
Equipment:
Appearance: (Pictures allowed, but at least a paragraph of more in-depth description)
Known Affiliations: (Teams, associations, agencies, etc.)
Character Basis: Who is this character? Wiki link works just fine.
List of Reimagined traits: If a reimagining, then a summary of all of the major changes to their character.
Story Overview: A quick summary of who your character is, what they do and where their story is going. You don't have to go into great detail in public, but if you are going to be vague to keep everything a secret, at least PM me a more in depth version of this.
Sample Post: Think of this as your pilot. I'm not looking at what you write, but how you write it. Gives me a good idea of what kind of poster you are.
Post Links: (Please regularly update your CS to include links to the posts you make in the IC, makes it easier for people to read your story in consecutive order)
I'm looking for both interest checks and established RPs to feature in the first edition of the upcoming RPGN revival. GMs are free to submit their own RPs for consideration and this is a great way to get featured for additional exposure.
Not only that, but I'm also looking for Roleplay Landmarks. Have an anniversary coming up? Hit 100 IC posts? Maybe you've completed your story? Let me know and I'll be sure to feature it.
New to the Guild? Maybe a regular but there's something you always struggled with. Shoot me a message with what it is you're struggling with and I'll post it anonymously to RPGN's new advice column. Get it out in the open and we'll get the community to lend you a hand.
Not only that, but I'm also looking for Roleplay Landmarks. Have an anniversary coming up? Hit 100 IC posts? Maybe you've completed your story? Let me know and I'll be sure to feature it.
New to the Guild? Maybe a regular but there's something you always struggled with. Shoot me a message with what it is you're struggling with and I'll post it anonymously to RPGN's new advice column. Get it out in the open and we'll get the community to lend you a hand.
We will put to the pyre your precious law and order. We will show you how truly vulnerable your nation really is.
Location: University District - Founder’s Island, Gotham City
Mass Panic Tie-In: Meta Brawl!
Interaction(s): None
Previously: Chaos in Gotham
Turning to look towards Terry, the gangbanger charged towards the small man. Sliding a chair into the Mutant’s path, Terry reached out for the nearest object. He felt his fingers wrapped around a piece of rigid plastic before gripping it tightly and swinging it with all his might. The empty tray whipped through the air before colliding with the other man’s skull. A resounding crack could be heard across the restaurant upon contact.
Looking down, Terry found himself to only be holding half of a tray, the other piece clattering loudly against the floor. The blow had been enough to stagger the young thug, but it hadn’t taken him down. Dropping the jagged piece of plastic, Terry raised two fists into a defensive position.
The Mutants member looked at Terry before slowly moving his gaze towards the three girls all while rubbing a hand gingerly against his jaw. Spitting a bloodied tooth from between his pursed lips, the Mutant shook his head before reaching into his tattered denim vest. Assuming the worst, Terry shouted towards the girls.
“Get down!”
Doing as they were told, the three girls immediately dove beneath their table. Scrambling towards another booth, Terry flipped the table onto its side, preparing to use it as a shield should the gang member produce a gun.
However, what the Mutant produced was far worse.
Rolling up his sleeve, the other man placed a small patch on his bicep. The veins around the area immediately began to bulge, appearing to glow green as the Mutant’s muscle mass inflated.
“Slappers.” Terry muttered before turning towards the girls, “Go out the back, get the car, I’ll meet you there.”
“Terry!” Dana protested before she was cut off as Max took hold of her arm.
“C’mon!” She reiterated as Dana reluctantly went along while Terry turned back to their assailant. Before becoming Batman, he had never run into a Mutant, they primarily kept to themselves. The gang was born from social outcasts, those who were treated differently because of what they were. But it hadn’t stopped there, and soon it grew.
From what Terry knew, the majority of members weren’t metahumans. In fact, those with the X-Gene were in the minority. Instead, the Mutants’ numbers had expanded thanks to Splicers and Slappers. While splicing had its own ethical concerns, slappers were far more dangerous. Based on a dangerous steroid used by one of Bruce’s old foes, the ‘slapper’ was a small patch which when applied increased the strength, speed and notably, aggression of the host. While extremely addictive, the side effects were considered dangerous enough that many dealers refused to traffick it due to the loss of business.
Jumping over the table, Terry twisted his body through the air. Bringing his back leg around, he delivered a spinning kick to the now hulking man’s face. It felt as though his leg had met steel. Letting out a yell, Terry fell backwards before scrambling back to his feet. The Mutant laughed, cracking each of his knuckles. Suddenly, he rushed forward at an alarming speed, catching Terry off guard as the small man was swept into the air and hurled across the restaurant.
Bouncing off of the drywall and falling to the floor, Terry felt the wind leave his lungs. Gasping for air, he pushed himself to his feet only to be grabbed again. Flying through the air once more, a loud crash echoed in his ears. Shards of glass seemed to float around Terry as he soared through the Bueno Nacho’s front window and onto the street.
Rolling across the sidewalk with a moan, Terry was forced to react quickly, finding himself amid the ongoing Mutant riot. Managing to get back onto his feet, Terry pushed through the crowd, removing a shard of glass from his side while he ran. Fumbling for his phone, Terry held his thumb down on the scanner. Pressing the scanner for longer than usual, the screen suddenly lit up as it flashed a red Bat-Signal three times.
Letting out a slight sigh of relief, it was cut short as the collar of Terry’s shirt suddenly went taut around his throat. A large hand grabbed from behind, dragging him backwards before Terry found himself hoisted into the air above the laughing Mutant.
“Anytime now, Bruce!” Terry managed to mutter between gritted teeth as he found to get free. The Mutant continued to laugh with each futile attempt Terry made to get free until the larger man unexpectedly stopped. A car horn broke the din around Terry before he suddenly fell towards the ground. His fall was cut short however as Terry landed, opening his eyes to find himself atop the hood of Dana’s Jeep.
“Get in!”
Looking down, Terry found himself to only be holding half of a tray, the other piece clattering loudly against the floor. The blow had been enough to stagger the young thug, but it hadn’t taken him down. Dropping the jagged piece of plastic, Terry raised two fists into a defensive position.
The Mutants member looked at Terry before slowly moving his gaze towards the three girls all while rubbing a hand gingerly against his jaw. Spitting a bloodied tooth from between his pursed lips, the Mutant shook his head before reaching into his tattered denim vest. Assuming the worst, Terry shouted towards the girls.
“Get down!”
Doing as they were told, the three girls immediately dove beneath their table. Scrambling towards another booth, Terry flipped the table onto its side, preparing to use it as a shield should the gang member produce a gun.
However, what the Mutant produced was far worse.
Rolling up his sleeve, the other man placed a small patch on his bicep. The veins around the area immediately began to bulge, appearing to glow green as the Mutant’s muscle mass inflated.
“Slappers.” Terry muttered before turning towards the girls, “Go out the back, get the car, I’ll meet you there.”
“Terry!” Dana protested before she was cut off as Max took hold of her arm.
“C’mon!” She reiterated as Dana reluctantly went along while Terry turned back to their assailant. Before becoming Batman, he had never run into a Mutant, they primarily kept to themselves. The gang was born from social outcasts, those who were treated differently because of what they were. But it hadn’t stopped there, and soon it grew.
From what Terry knew, the majority of members weren’t metahumans. In fact, those with the X-Gene were in the minority. Instead, the Mutants’ numbers had expanded thanks to Splicers and Slappers. While splicing had its own ethical concerns, slappers were far more dangerous. Based on a dangerous steroid used by one of Bruce’s old foes, the ‘slapper’ was a small patch which when applied increased the strength, speed and notably, aggression of the host. While extremely addictive, the side effects were considered dangerous enough that many dealers refused to traffick it due to the loss of business.
Jumping over the table, Terry twisted his body through the air. Bringing his back leg around, he delivered a spinning kick to the now hulking man’s face. It felt as though his leg had met steel. Letting out a yell, Terry fell backwards before scrambling back to his feet. The Mutant laughed, cracking each of his knuckles. Suddenly, he rushed forward at an alarming speed, catching Terry off guard as the small man was swept into the air and hurled across the restaurant.
Bouncing off of the drywall and falling to the floor, Terry felt the wind leave his lungs. Gasping for air, he pushed himself to his feet only to be grabbed again. Flying through the air once more, a loud crash echoed in his ears. Shards of glass seemed to float around Terry as he soared through the Bueno Nacho’s front window and onto the street.
Rolling across the sidewalk with a moan, Terry was forced to react quickly, finding himself amid the ongoing Mutant riot. Managing to get back onto his feet, Terry pushed through the crowd, removing a shard of glass from his side while he ran. Fumbling for his phone, Terry held his thumb down on the scanner. Pressing the scanner for longer than usual, the screen suddenly lit up as it flashed a red Bat-Signal three times.
Letting out a slight sigh of relief, it was cut short as the collar of Terry’s shirt suddenly went taut around his throat. A large hand grabbed from behind, dragging him backwards before Terry found himself hoisted into the air above the laughing Mutant.
“Anytime now, Bruce!” Terry managed to mutter between gritted teeth as he found to get free. The Mutant continued to laugh with each futile attempt Terry made to get free until the larger man unexpectedly stopped. A car horn broke the din around Terry before he suddenly fell towards the ground. His fall was cut short however as Terry landed, opening his eyes to find himself atop the hood of Dana’s Jeep.
“Get in!”
Placeholder
Next Issue: Quiet Riot
@Master Bruce Byrd just shared this in the Discord.
And you better freaking be. Glad you still have the ambition to join :P
And you better freaking be. Glad you still have the ambition to join :P
I'm a sinner
Should have a post up wrapping up my season later in the week
Looking forward to it!
@Lord Wraith Unfortunately, I think I'm going to have to pass right now, a lot of other things I really need to do. I wanted to do it but the creative juices just aren't there for me. Other priorities much more important and I'm finding this is just kind of getting in the way at the moment. Best of luck to everyone sticking around!
Thanks for letting us know and the door is always open if you decide you want to return either as Barbara or another character.
W E E K L Y A N N O U N C E M E N T S:
POST CHECK-IN:
As with last week, I'm doing a weekly check-in on players who have not posted in the past seven days. Again, this is not intended to be punitive, just checking in to keep the lines of communication open. The GMs will be doing this weekly going forward.
◼ @Moskau Spieluhr as Vixen - Last Posted 33 Days Ago, 19 Days Overdue.
◼ @IceHeart as Batgirl - Last Posted 21 Days Ago, 7 Days Overdue
◼ @ComradeMaxx as The X-Men - Last Posted 20 Days Ago, 6 Days Overdue
◼ @ComradeMaxx as Dr. Fate - Last Posted 17 Days Ago, 3 Days Overdue.
◼ @Xandrya as Raven - Last Posted 15 Days Ago, 1 Day Overdue.
◼ @Natty as Magick - Last Posted 10 Days Ago, 4 Days Remaining.
◼ @HenryJonesJr as Thor and the Guardians - Last Posted 8 Days Ago, 6 Days Remaining.
◼ Both @Byrd Man & @Roman are on self-stated hiatus until Season Two starts.
◼ @Moskau Spieluhr as Vixen - Last Posted 33 Days Ago, 19 Days Overdue.
◼ @IceHeart as Batgirl - Last Posted 21 Days Ago, 7 Days Overdue
◼ @ComradeMaxx as The X-Men - Last Posted 20 Days Ago, 6 Days Overdue
◼ @ComradeMaxx as Dr. Fate - Last Posted 17 Days Ago, 3 Days Overdue.
◼ @Xandrya as Raven - Last Posted 15 Days Ago, 1 Day Overdue.
◼ @Natty as Magick - Last Posted 10 Days Ago, 4 Days Remaining.
◼ @HenryJonesJr as Thor and the Guardians - Last Posted 8 Days Ago, 6 Days Remaining.
◼ Both @Byrd Man & @Roman are on self-stated hiatus until Season Two starts.
We will put to the pyre your precious law and order. We will show you how truly vulnerable your nation really is.
Location: University District - Founder’s Island, Gotham City
Mass Panic Tie-In: Chaos in Gotham
Interaction(s): None
Previously: A Spark of Madness
“Looks like chivalry’s not dead.”
Terry scoffed at Max’s comment as he opened the door to Bueno Nacho. Holding the portal ajar, Terry motioned for the girls to enter as Dana, Carrie and Max proceeded into the restaurant. Coming behind them, Terry scanned the room before pointing towards an open booth prompting the group to claim it as their own. Sliding onto the bench beside Dana, Terry wrapped an arm around her before planting a quick kiss on her forehead. Turning forward, Terry was greeted with mock looks of disgust from the pair of girls seated across the table.
“Really, PDA?” Carrie asked with a dry tone before Max piped in.
“That’s so tacky,” She scolded, “No one wants your heteronormative lifestyle shoved their throats,” She smirked, “Least of all if it starts involving tongue.”
“It was a peck on the c-” Terry protested before stopping as the other couple broke down laughing.
“We’re busting your balls, McGinnis.” Max said, flashing a disarming smile.
“Though,” Carrie interjected, “Gotta admit, you’re pretty cute when you’re flustered.” She added with a wink. Terry felt Dana straighten up in her seat beside him the moment Carrie finished speaking. Wrapping an arm around the dark-haired girl, Terry gave her a light squeeze before feeling her body relax.
“You think he’s cute flustered, you should see him worked up.” Dana stated to the other girls. Turning to each other, Max and Carrie, both shrugged leaving Terry only able to shake his head while rubbing his flushed cheeks against the back of his free hand.
“So anybody hungry?” Terry muttered, his change of subject prompting several giggles from the three girls.
“I could eat.” Max volunteered while holding up a menu.
“What’s a ‘naco’?” Carrie asked, glancing down at her own menu. She was met with a pair of exasperated sighs before looking up to see Terry proudly smiling at her from across the table.
“I practically invented the Naco.” Terry boasted to Carrie while both Dana and Max rolled their eyes.
“Everytime-”
“No, Carrie, I really did.” Terry stated while talking over the other two. “I was starving after a long night, and I couldn’t eat fast enough. So I put my nachos in my soft taco, and the rest is history.”
“Terry, until you get a royalty check there’s no way anyone is going to believ-”
Suddenly the door to Bueno Nacho was kicked open with a resounding slam. The glass of the vestibule shook with the force of the impact as the man entered the establishment. A pair of visor like sunglasses covered his eyes while his tongue flicked out hungrily, tracing the pair of studs piercing his lower lip. Continuing his assault of the restaurant, the gang banger kicked over the closest set of table and chairs. Raising his hands above his head, he let out a triumphant roar.
“Time of man is at an end!” He screamed. “Gotham belongs to the Mutants now!”
“Not these dregs,” Terry cursed beneath his breath before standing up from the table. Outside, several more of the Mutants gang were tearing up the streets. The frenzied men and women were jumping atop cars and hammering on every storefront they passed. Something had thrown them into a riot.
“What the hell is going on?”
“Uh, Terry?” Max called, holding her phone up for Terry. Looking down at the device, his eyes widened at the videos from New York and Star City. The same words the Mutant had used upon storming the restaurant were repeated in the broadcast as Terry turned around to face him.
“Looks like someone’s jumping on the bandwagon.”
Terry scoffed at Max’s comment as he opened the door to Bueno Nacho. Holding the portal ajar, Terry motioned for the girls to enter as Dana, Carrie and Max proceeded into the restaurant. Coming behind them, Terry scanned the room before pointing towards an open booth prompting the group to claim it as their own. Sliding onto the bench beside Dana, Terry wrapped an arm around her before planting a quick kiss on her forehead. Turning forward, Terry was greeted with mock looks of disgust from the pair of girls seated across the table.
“Really, PDA?” Carrie asked with a dry tone before Max piped in.
“That’s so tacky,” She scolded, “No one wants your heteronormative lifestyle shoved their throats,” She smirked, “Least of all if it starts involving tongue.”
“It was a peck on the c-” Terry protested before stopping as the other couple broke down laughing.
“We’re busting your balls, McGinnis.” Max said, flashing a disarming smile.
“Though,” Carrie interjected, “Gotta admit, you’re pretty cute when you’re flustered.” She added with a wink. Terry felt Dana straighten up in her seat beside him the moment Carrie finished speaking. Wrapping an arm around the dark-haired girl, Terry gave her a light squeeze before feeling her body relax.
“You think he’s cute flustered, you should see him worked up.” Dana stated to the other girls. Turning to each other, Max and Carrie, both shrugged leaving Terry only able to shake his head while rubbing his flushed cheeks against the back of his free hand.
“So anybody hungry?” Terry muttered, his change of subject prompting several giggles from the three girls.
“I could eat.” Max volunteered while holding up a menu.
“What’s a ‘naco’?” Carrie asked, glancing down at her own menu. She was met with a pair of exasperated sighs before looking up to see Terry proudly smiling at her from across the table.
“I practically invented the Naco.” Terry boasted to Carrie while both Dana and Max rolled their eyes.
“Everytime-”
“Terry, you did not-”
“No, Carrie, I really did.” Terry stated while talking over the other two. “I was starving after a long night, and I couldn’t eat fast enough. So I put my nachos in my soft taco, and the rest is history.”
“Terry, until you get a royalty check there’s no way anyone is going to believ-”
Suddenly the door to Bueno Nacho was kicked open with a resounding slam. The glass of the vestibule shook with the force of the impact as the man entered the establishment. A pair of visor like sunglasses covered his eyes while his tongue flicked out hungrily, tracing the pair of studs piercing his lower lip. Continuing his assault of the restaurant, the gang banger kicked over the closest set of table and chairs. Raising his hands above his head, he let out a triumphant roar.
“Time of man is at an end!” He screamed. “Gotham belongs to the Mutants now!”
“Not these dregs,” Terry cursed beneath his breath before standing up from the table. Outside, several more of the Mutants gang were tearing up the streets. The frenzied men and women were jumping atop cars and hammering on every storefront they passed. Something had thrown them into a riot.
“What the hell is going on?”
“Uh, Terry?” Max called, holding her phone up for Terry. Looking down at the device, his eyes widened at the videos from New York and Star City. The same words the Mutant had used upon storming the restaurant were repeated in the broadcast as Terry turned around to face him.
“Looks like someone’s jumping on the bandwagon.”
Placeholder
Next Issue: Meta Brawl!
© 2007-2024