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4 yrs ago
I am still on RPG, so do feel free to message me. Just don't have the time or energy to actually join any RP's right now. Focusing on a LOT of other projects, including getting into Audio Drama.
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6 yrs ago
Computer is back, yay. I can post again :)
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6 yrs ago
Computer is getting some much needed maintenance. Will be slow posting for the next week or 2.
6 yrs ago
Sorry for disappearing for 2 months. Life kinda went to shit and RPG was pushed to the back of my mind.
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7 yrs ago
Computer is broke AGAIN. Dog jumped on me when I had a glass of water in my hand, but some of it leaked in. Posts are going to be slow for the next week.
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@Lord Wraith You know, what, screw you. I'm still going to be using it. Hal's old nemesis who stole his thunder, stole his promotion, stole his chance to work for Stark. His Dinkleberg.

No thoughts on mine?


So, thoughts on First Issues so far.
@Supermaxx Love it. Russell, Kieth, Wilford... All i'm saying is that hammer better not grow spider legs.
@Simple Unicycle Punisher: Very nice, but that black writing is REALLY hard on the eyes. Also, for some reason, my brain translated it to Michael Madeson's voice.
Question: "Because my editor didn't let me have total control of my article's contents and so I kicked his teeth down his throat and watched him choke on them." His eyes go wide at that. I turn away from him and look at my computer. "And then I kept beating on him until the cops got here and it took four of them to pry me off of him. Have I made my point, Oscar?" Yes, the point is that you need some fucking therapy, buddy.
@Retired You know what, i'm gonna say it. It reminded me of the original 2005 Fantastic 4 movie in a good way, because fuck everyone i like that film.
@Sep Bit slow, but hope to read more of these 2.
@Half Pint Sorry, but i was reading that opening and when he starts smearing it across his face, all i could think of was this
@mattmanganon Purile shit, ban this bitch.
@Lord Wraith Thanks for the Cameo, only input i would add is that Hal is a Captain, not a Major in this continuity. But i will definitely be using this.
@AndyC See, now i want to see a Predator movie where the Predator in question is Wolverine.

The Lanterns


2am Over the Nevada Desert

The serene calm of the desert was suddenly shattered by a 15,000kg streak of lightning moving over half the speed of sound."Tower this is Highball, Highball calling tower, over." The pilot, Captain Hal Jordan said into his mask as he pulled it up to his face. It took a second before he got a response.

"Highball this is tower, we've got you on radar, you are looking 5 by 5 from over here. How is the new crate holding up?" Inside of the tower of Nellis Airforce Base was a number of the joint chiefs of staff, including the Chief Air Marshal. At the station was Carol Ferris, chief engineer of Ferris Aircraft INC. "Are you ready to make the push? Over." Inside of his Cockpit, Hal checked his instruments. Everything was so far looking good, but that wasn't surprising. Ferris were known for sturdy craftsmanship. This was the equivalent of a gentle stroll in the park as far as testing was concerned.

"Roger. All lights are in the green, looks like she's as ready as she's ever going to be. Over." Hal responded. The big concern wasn't so much it breaking apart. After all, this was a prototype, it was his job as a test pilot to try and break it. But the big concern was doing so in front of the woman who designed it. Especially when he had a date riding on this. He flicked the safety on the of the afterburners to make sure they were still in place "And our deal is still on. Mach 3.3 and you treat me to steaks?

Carol laughed nervously as several of the old men in chairs behind her seemed to grunt disapprovingly. "Mach 3.5 and i'll pay. She looked around, several of the other engineers monitoring the Jets systems quickly made some last second adjustments and gave her the thumbs up. "Highball this is Tower, you are go for test. Repeat you are go for test. Over."

Hal simply laughed as she mentioned Mach 3.5. He seriously doubted this thing could reach Mach 3.3 let alone 3.5. MiG 25 Foxbat held the current speed record for a fighter jet of Mach 2.83 in a dive. Carol was confident the new F-24 "Blackhawk" was going to be the fighter of the future. "Time to make a pretty ladies dream come true" He whispered to himself away from his mask, before strapping it on fully. "This is Highball ascending to 50,000ft where i shall commence testing." He reported as he pulled back on the stick gently. He didn't want to put this thing through any more stress than it needed to before something this... Well, frankly insane. But Hal had done stupider things when there was a pretty girl watching... That was a lie, but he probably would have done stupider things if a pretty girl had been watching when he was given $150m worth of equipment. After 20 minutes of gentle climbing, levelling out ever 10,000ft to make sure the engines were doing well enough. Here he sat, among the clouds, the black of the night above him, the rays of the sun on the other side of the planet BARELY just peaking over the horizon. He made the final preparations and checks, made sure he had his checklists ready in case anything went wrong... Not that he'd have terribly much time to go through them if he couldn't pull out of the dive. At least the last thing that would go through his mind would be Carol's plush, doughy ass... Followed by the canopy of the aircraft crumpling in front of him at 3 times the speed of sound. "Tower this is Highball, we are at optimal altitude, all systems continue to register green." He flicked the safety off of the afterburners. "Awaiting final clearance. Over."

Carol looked at the rest of the team, before double checking her instruments. Thumbs up from everyone. "Highball this is tower. You are go. Repeat you are go." Carol took a deep breath and hoped that 7 years and $3t of development wasn't about to smash into the desert floor along with a kinda cute jet jockey who refused to stop hitting on her.

Hal made the last possible checks as every single part of his body went numb from a combination of fear and excitement. He reached a tingly finger up and flicked the switch of the afterburners, before reaching down to the throttle and slowly pushing it up. Immediately he felt himself being forced back into his seat. Barely 5 seconds later and he felt the sound barrier smashing around him. With so little wind resistance up here, it was fairly easy. "Highball to Tower, we are at Mach 1 and continuing to accelerate." He reported. "All systems continue to register green." He sat there as he saw the world rush by him, one hand on the stick to keep her steady, the other slowly and cautiously pushing the throttle up. "Mach 1.7. Goodbye Lightning II." He laughed. There was another jolt about a minute later as he checked his speedometer. "Mach 2." Hal began to feel blood try to push to the back of his body, but luckily his flightsuit was compressing his arteries and making sure everything flowed at a constant and even rate so he didn't pass out. "Mach 2.6, Congrats, Blackhawk just became the fastest American Production Jet Fighter... Assuming the very handsome men sat behind you choose to go forward with her." Hal laughed. There was also a few courteous laughs from inside of the tower. He then saw a warning light on the console in front of him.

"Highball, your oil temp is starting to rise. Watch that." Carol stated.

"It's all good, Tower, it'll stabilize. Hal replied, as the jet reached Mach 2.7... 2.75... 2.78... 2.79... 2.8... "Looks like in level flight, 2.8's best we're getting." The speedometer ticked one last time over. "Correction 2.81. Permission to begin dive? Over." Hal asked.

Carol and the team monitored the data. He didn't have too long on the afterburners left. But everything was in surprisingly good shape to continue. There was a series of thumbs up from around the control room. "You are go to initiate dive. Pull out when you reach 10,000ft.

"F.A.B. Vergil." Hal laughed. "Highball beginning my descent. Over." He slowly eased forward on the control stick. Partially because the shallower the dive, the more time he had to accelerate before he was a bug on a windscreen, but mostly because the G forces were pushing against him on this. With Gravity's help the speedometer began to climb again. "2.85, goodbye Foxhound." Another jolt "Mach 3, about to leave the Valkyrie in the dust.

"Highball this is tower, abort the test immediately. I repeat, abort the test immediately." He heard come through his comms. He frantically looked around the cockpit for what the malfunction was.

"All my instruments are fine up here, she's going strong. 3.06, we've just left Valkyrie behind."

"Radar just picked up something entering your area. Abort." Hal quickly checked his instruments. It wasn't coming anywhere close.

"I'm not seeing anything. Maybe Towers equipment is faulty. 3.1." He replied. Looking around. As he looked out of the cockpit above him, he could see a bright, glowing meteor heading down. "Nothing on port, nothing starboard, nothing fore. He said. Technically true, technically not court-martialable.

"It's right ontop of you, abort the test now and take evasive action." Carol ordered.

"With all due respect Tower, as a captain, i do outrank you. I am not seeing any danger in continuing. 3.14 We are pie in the sky." He lied, seeing the very imminant danger coming towards him. But if he continued to accelerate at this rate, it should miss him. He pushed forward on the stick a little more to get even more speed out.

"IF YOU BREAK THAT PLANE YOU ARE GOING TO BE IN THE MILITARY FOR ANOTHER 500 YEARS BECAUSE THAT'S HOW MUCH SALERY IT'S GOING TO TAKE FOR YOU TO REPLACE THAT THING!!!" She roared at him, rather unprofessionally, Hal may add. The Chiefs behind her all looked at each other, a little scared of her, but mostly scared of flushing that much money down the drain. At that point, the instruments in the Tower all went dead. Nellis blacked out completely. There was a flurry of activity as the crews rushed to get the emergency backups working again. Of course, Hal had no idea of this, because he had his own set of problems to worry about. Including the fact that his own plane had gone dead at 35,000ft.

"Tower? Tower come in this is Highball! Mayday, Mayday, Mayday, this is Highball, we have lost control. Engine has died, electronics inoperable. Do you read me tower?" He called out. In his panicked state, he forgot that the radio was electronic as well and was also obviously dead. As the fireball came closer, he began to notice that... Wait, that's not a meteor... Wings, fuselage... That's a plane... No, too strange a design... Aliens? Well, he was right next to Area 51, maybe there was a mix up in booking airspace for test flights. The nose of the plane started to slowly pitch down as he accelerated due to Gravity. He tried to pick up the checklist, but the G's were too intense. "Dammit!!! He grunted, before grabbing the handle between his legs. He saw the altitude meter reach 10,000ft and he pulled as hard as he could. Instantly the canopy blew and a loud roar sent him hurtling safely away from his 500 years repayment scheme. The parachute deployed and he was throttled a bit as the air was caught in the super-highspeed-specialized parachute. He blacked out for a few seconds at this, but quickly regained consciousness. He down to see the rest of the plane smash into a desert mesa, while the UFO smashed into the ground not far from it. It took about 15 minutes for him to land. tucking his legs so he could roll as he hit the dry desert dust. He quickly detached the parachute and bundled it up before taking stock of the situation.

Well, the plane was a rightoff to start with. But the other one seemed to have smashed down relatively intact. Instincts and adrenaline took over as he began to run towards the UFO (Unidentified F****d Object). Getting close was when the tingly feeling returned. "HELLO!!!" He called out "ANYONE IN THERE!?!?!? He ran towards the front screen to see two people inside, flames around them. Climbing up, he put his boot into the screen, but as he did so, it didn't smash, but instead vanished, Hal falling through into the cockpit. These two were clearly very badly burned, their skin was all VERY pink, almost rosey, both of them. He quickly undid the straps holding the one in yellow in place, hoisting him over his shoulder, he carried the man out to safety away from the craft, before turning back, running back in and grabbing the man in the green outfit.

"Sin... Sine..." The man hacked and spluttered as he tried to talk.

"Don't try and talk, i've got you. Captain Hal Jordan, US Airforce." He quickly carried him out and lay him next to the first one. "Sorry, but i don't have a medkit or anything. There's little I can do until help arrives. But let's keep you talking. That's the one i do know. What's your name?"

"Sur... Abin... Sur..." He coughed out.

"Ah, another military man. Abin, what kind of name is that? Greek? Arabic?" Hal sat down next to them.

"Noti... No time..." He coughed, writhing around and trying to grab his own hand, before pulling off a green ring that was in it. "Gotta k... Gotta keep... Gotta stop... Him..." He began coughing hard as he weakly threw the ring at Hal. "Keep them... He can't... Don't let... Him... Tor lorek san, bor nakka mur" He managed to cough out, as suddenly there was a bright explosion from the ship, and 5 brightly coloured lights began to zoom out in different directions. A blue, a pink, a purple, a red and an orange light. Abin then began to cough harder and harder "KE-EEP HIM-STOP HIM- HE CAN'T! until one final last deep breath and then Abin fell silent and still.

"Abin... Abin, buddy, stay with me." He ran over to Abin and started slapping his face lightly, shaking him a little. He then started chest compressions. "ABIN, BUDDY, COME ON! He yelled. "ABIN! DON'T YOU DARE DIE ON ME!" He continued compressions for 10 seconds before he was distracted by a glowing green light.

"Hal... Hal looked over to see the ring that Abin had thrown at him it was now glowing and floating in the air. "HAL JORDAN OF EARTH. I SENSE GREAT WILL IN YOUR HEART! SAY THE OATH AND JOIN OUR RANKS!!!"

Hal instinctively reached out towards it as he felt his lips moving on their own.

"In Brightest Day, In Blackest Night
No Evil Shall Escape My Sight
Let Those Who Worship Evil's Might
Beware My Power, Green Lantern's Light!!!"


In a bright flash of light, Hal was stood now wearing a green and black outfit with white gloves. The Ring on his finger glowing brightly. He looked down to see the man in yellow slowly start to rouse. "Wow, buddy, you need to lay still." He said, once again, going into protective mode, not focussing on the freaky ring that just pimped his outfit. The man slowly started to lean up.

"The ring... It chose you?" He asked. He then let his head slump back as he clearly tried to stiffle his tears, but that didn't work as Hal saw them flowing. "Abin Sur... Why...? He cried softly as he slumped back down.
@Master Bruce So, one question that occurs to me. Being that the Lanterns are working for S.H.I.E.L.D. Who is actually in charge of S.H.I.E.L.D. at the moment? Or would it be better to just gloss over the actual higher ups at the moment? Just refer to the higher ups they get orders from as "The ever elusive boss who doesn't trust the Alien and the Jet Jockey and their magic rings he got dumped with by the President" or would Nick Fury or Maria Hill or another agent be alright to use? Speaking of, also, who is the current US President in the game? Please can it be Prez?
<Snipped quote by Hillan>

They're mutants, so they're part of the problem.

A problem that Project War Machine is here to fix. With Project War Machine we will ensure there's a suit of armour on every street keeping the American people safe from this mutant threat.


So, y'know how I said I wasn't going to post a second character application until inspiration struck me?

Well....







Bumping and hoping for interest...
I want to apologize in advance if i post anything weird. Broke my leg and the doctors have given me what is known in Medical Journals as "The Good Shit"
C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T P R O P O S A L
The Lanterns


"Forever fight as one..."
Thaal Sinestro & Hal Jordan Military Coast City
O R I G I N S:


Strategic Homeland Intelligence Evaluation and Logistics Division, secretly known as the Super Human Identification Evaluation and Location Division, a WW2 organization designed to root out classified individuals who possessed abilities that the Public aught not be made aware of. Post war, they struggled to find relevance until alien creatures began descending upon Earth. Needing an organization to keep them under wraps, this job fell to S.H.I.E.L.D. One such alien that crashed to earth was a space ship containing 2 aliens. One dead, one barely alive, found by US Air Force Captain Hal Jordan after his plane went down with the alien craft. Upon investigating the alien ship, a Green ring leapt from the dead alien and attached itself to Captain Jordan. The living alien identified himself as Sinestro, the Golden Lantern.

Sinestro told S.H.I.E.L.D. about the Lanterns, a team of alien crusaders determined to rid the galaxy of evil using their magic rings. He also told them of the heinous villain known as Ronin the Executioner, an Alien Warlord who would stop at nothing to possess the Magic Rings for his own. Now the Rings were on Earth and Ronin would stop at nothing to get his hands on them. That his former team had been ambushed and destroyed by Ronin and his forces and that he and the dead alien, Abin Sur were the only ones to escape, but they did so with the rings. Now, most of them were scattered across Earth. They would need to find these Rings and find new hosts for them before Ronin tracked them here. Hopefully they may be able to get the Rings off of Earth and not turn this planet into another victim of his terrible wrath. He is coming and in an enormous warship, populated entirely by Ronin's slaves and his loyal warriors and they were always eager to find a new civilization to judge unworthy to continue existing.

So, it is with great uncertainty that S.H.I.E.L.D. has authorized a mission to recruit individuals and find these missing Power Rings in order to save Earth and hopefully keep it off of Ronin's radar.

S A M P L E P O S T:

Hal and Sinestro sat in a small room behind a two way mirror, looking into a small room with a table and 3 of the Rings, Orange, Red and Pink. "Alright, next applicatant." Hal said into the mic, a distorted version of his voice played into the small room.

"Hal Jordan, this is a most inefficient form of finding them." Sinestro scowled as he sat next to Hal.

"You'd prefer a battle royal?" He asked away from the mic as the next applicant walked in.

"A traditional tournament of combat is what is usually used on my homeworld to determine worthiness for such honoured artifacts." He sighed, looking at the man who walked in and sat down. Hal sighed.

"Look, we have plenty of war heroes on this planet to choose from. Plenty of some of the finest men and women i've ever had the good fortune of serving with." He looked over the records of the guy who had been sent in.

"Yes and every single one of them have failed..." He replied. "Your military is one of the largest and most powerful on the planet and yet your training has pushed every last ounce of imagination from your heads. Why the green ring ever chose you, i have no idea." He looked away, arrogantly. Hal shook his head. This guy was a tough nut, but he had worked with arrogant asses like him before. Hal knew how to handle them. He then leaned into the mic.

"Please state your name for the record." He ordered.

"Sgt. Clifford Zmeck. United States Air Force. Sir." The man replied. Hal continued to read his report, before wincing at this guys rap sheet. He leaned away from the mic again and stared at Sinestro

"And you're sure THIS guy has the imagination we are looking for?" He asked.

"Imagination comes in many forms. We have tried your way, let me try it mine." Sinestro replied, a cold, yet cool and calculated look on his face, as if he was vivisecting Zmeck with his eyes."

"Sgt Zmeck, you have quite a considerable amount of chargest levelled against you. What makes you feel you are suited for any form of Special Training Program?" Hal asked, leaning into the mic again. Zmeck grinned confidently.

"I am a decorated hero. Sure, i may have crossed a few lines here and there getting the job done, but America stands and it's men like me who are responsible for this." Hal saw the smile. That terrible smile on Zmecks face, as if he was reliving his crimes in his head.

"WHA-" Hal began as his rage boiled over, but he was pulled away from the mic by Sinestro who looked at him.

"May i ask the questions?" He asked. Hal looked at Sinestro.

"This guy is walking, talking garbage and if any of those rings choose him, i'm gonna hand mine back." Hal growled at Sinestro. "This man is a disgrace to the uniform and everything it stands for."

"But in him i see potential to become something better." Sinestro responded, before he leaned into the mic. "Sgt, in front of you are a tray of rings." He said, the garbled version of his voice playing in the room in front of them. "Please pick one up." Zmeck looked at them before picking up an orange one. A faint glow began to radiate from it."

"Well i'll be damned, you were right..." Hal was taken aback. None of the rings had reacted to any of the applicants. Not so much as a spark. But now this one was starting to glow in Zmeck's hands. But Sinestro was not smiling. Nor was he looking smug or any kind of indication that he was right.

"No... No i was not..." He said. He leaned into the mic "Sgt, drop the ring this instant." But Zmeck continued to stare into the ring, his eyes aglow as he stared, a grin slowly sneaking across his face.

"What's mine... Is mine..." He began as he seemed to start moving the ring towards his middle finger. "Is mine... is mine...." He groaned inan almost trance-like state. At this point, Sinestro smashed a big red button on the desk, the room in front of them instantly filling up with a greenish gas. "Is... Is... Mi... Is..." Zmeck slowly fainted as the anaesthatine gas was forced into his lungs.

"WHAT WAS THAT?!" Hal asked Sinestro. "HE REACTED BETTER THAN ANYONE ELSE TODAY!"

"Reacted in the wrong way." Sinestro replied. "That wasn't him becoming a Lantern. That was the ring attempting to drain him. I have seen it before, i know the difference. It appears... You were right Hal Jordan..." Sinestro grunted through gritted teeth. Hal could see on Sinestro's face, those words hurt him more to say than the crash landing last month that Sinestro almost died in. Hal pressed another button on the mic.

"Clean up on Aisle 7." After the gas had cleared, a pair of S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents ran into the room, put the ring back on the table and dragged Zmeck off.

P O S T C A T A L O G:

A list linking to your IC posts as they're created. This can be used for a reference guide to your character or to summarize completed interactions and stories.

An Unfortunate Greeting (Or How i earned 500 years Military Service)
Meeting With The President
The Batteries
First Flight
@Sep Excellent news.

That being said, i wanted to pose a question to the group:

So, the fact that i'm playing the Lanterns again has brought up some bad memories for people and the bad blood i appreciate fully. So, i want to pose it to the group to decide:

Would you guys feel more comfortable with me leaving John Stewart out of my story? I would love the opportunity to earn some trust back from everyone, but at the same time, I feel that people might resent me getting another chance from DM's who weren't around when the incident in question happened.



So yeah, i want to make sure everyone is comfortable with giving me another chance, especially since @Simple Unicycle has already mentioned it. I was going to leave it up to the DM's, but again, being that they weren't involved in the original incident, i wanted to give those who were an opportunity to either trust me again or, failing that, allow me the opportunity to earn their trust by showing that i can use other characters without fucking up royally.
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