HellHoundWoof said
I'll just sit here reading into the RP. *munches popcorn*
You can be our mascot.
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You can be our mascot.
Of course not!
Nobody'll die.
Yet.
Nobody'll die.
Yet.
Woo.
I brought the streamers.
I brought the streamers.
There was nothing like the sounds of the beach when it came to calming a disturbed soul. The gentle crash of ocean water against the sand, the chirping of seagulls and the soothing breeze all flowed together in perfect harmony. John loved the beach. It was always so calming to the otherwise flustered and frustrated superhero. John stared down at the water of the bay, and he desperately wanted to take off his accursed armor and leap in. Then Banister remembered that if he did, he’d most likely end up responsible for poisoning half the city. With a sigh, John forced his massive bulky suit to stand up from its sitting position. He grabbed the large half filled trash bag that had sat next to him, turning and starting back up to the road. Once his large metal boots hit the sidewalk, John noticed the over abundance of litter lining the road. He’d been at this since 2:00 AM, and filled three bags full yet he’d barely made much of a dent. Luckily for John, he rarely slept. Partly do to the fact that sleep was barely necessary due to his powers giving him energy, but mostly because of the nightmare: those horrifying memories of the past that the Russian hated to recall. John reached a massive gauntlet down, and scooped up a beer bottle, and threw it into the trash bag. The large metal man began to walk down the sidewalk, cleaning up the streets.
Fallout contemplated silently to himself as he moved down the quiet morning street, picking up other people’s garbage. He found it humorous what other people thought of him. He’d been called a monster, a menace, a danger to the human race. John knew it was because they were afraid of the power he held inside, but that didn’t take away the sting of their words. John grabbed some form of paper up and was about to toss it in the trash when he caught sight of what was written on it. It was an old newspaper, and who was on the front didn’t surprise Fallout in the slightest: G-Force. For the millionth time, Bay Times had made her front cover. To be fair, most of the heroes had been on the cover more than once. Except Fallout, who had only ever been in the front cover of a newspaper titled: “WALKING ATOM BOMB DESTROYS BUILDING.” I mean, John hadn’t meant to hit that support beam. That thief was just too fast, and he might have gotten a bit carried away with shooting and-
BOOM!
The hero’s thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a small explosion, and a force hitting his back. Fallout turned, raising his energy blaster on his right arm towards the source of the attack. Lo and behold, there was a group of laughing teenagers wielding firecrackers.”You could hurt someone with tho-“Fallout was cut off as another firecracker exploded by his feet. As the next firecracker flew through the air, Fallout blasted it apart and sent the teenagers packing.”Rotten kids…” John muttered to himself. The underappreciated hero turned on his heels and went back to picking up garbage. After a good while of walking, Fallout found himself on Parker Street, with a full bag. After making sure there was no one nearby, John incinerated the bag using his powers and pulled another one off the roll he’d attached to his ‘belt’ before he left this morning. John continued down the road, picking up trash, sub consciously being drawn towards Mount Justice. They were all probably up by now, eating breakfast. There was no real reason to head home just yet. He didn’t need to eat, and if there was an emergency someone would have rung Fallout’s communicator. But no, it seems everything is quiet today. At least as quiet as Bay City got. John found it quite ironic that criminals still tried to pull the occasional bank robbery off, or sell any drugs. This was the so called ‘City of Heroes.’ Who robs a city filled with Super heroes?
John shrugged to himself, and continued to work as he enjoyed the peace and quiet that plagued Bay City. ’Life isn’t all that bad.’ John thought to himself with a smile as he looked at the sky. There was an extra hop to the hero’s step as he continued to do his job. Perhaps he should change his alias to Janitor.
Fallout contemplated silently to himself as he moved down the quiet morning street, picking up other people’s garbage. He found it humorous what other people thought of him. He’d been called a monster, a menace, a danger to the human race. John knew it was because they were afraid of the power he held inside, but that didn’t take away the sting of their words. John grabbed some form of paper up and was about to toss it in the trash when he caught sight of what was written on it. It was an old newspaper, and who was on the front didn’t surprise Fallout in the slightest: G-Force. For the millionth time, Bay Times had made her front cover. To be fair, most of the heroes had been on the cover more than once. Except Fallout, who had only ever been in the front cover of a newspaper titled: “WALKING ATOM BOMB DESTROYS BUILDING.” I mean, John hadn’t meant to hit that support beam. That thief was just too fast, and he might have gotten a bit carried away with shooting and-
BOOM!
The hero’s thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a small explosion, and a force hitting his back. Fallout turned, raising his energy blaster on his right arm towards the source of the attack. Lo and behold, there was a group of laughing teenagers wielding firecrackers.”You could hurt someone with tho-“Fallout was cut off as another firecracker exploded by his feet. As the next firecracker flew through the air, Fallout blasted it apart and sent the teenagers packing.”Rotten kids…” John muttered to himself. The underappreciated hero turned on his heels and went back to picking up garbage. After a good while of walking, Fallout found himself on Parker Street, with a full bag. After making sure there was no one nearby, John incinerated the bag using his powers and pulled another one off the roll he’d attached to his ‘belt’ before he left this morning. John continued down the road, picking up trash, sub consciously being drawn towards Mount Justice. They were all probably up by now, eating breakfast. There was no real reason to head home just yet. He didn’t need to eat, and if there was an emergency someone would have rung Fallout’s communicator. But no, it seems everything is quiet today. At least as quiet as Bay City got. John found it quite ironic that criminals still tried to pull the occasional bank robbery off, or sell any drugs. This was the so called ‘City of Heroes.’ Who robs a city filled with Super heroes?
John shrugged to himself, and continued to work as he enjoyed the peace and quiet that plagued Bay City. ’Life isn’t all that bad.’ John thought to himself with a smile as he looked at the sky. There was an extra hop to the hero’s step as he continued to do his job. Perhaps he should change his alias to Janitor.
So I was thinking..
Those energy blaster things I put on Fallout's armor? I thought that instead of having Fallout fire energy blasts through them, that his radiation could power some lasers instead. It'd make a bit more sense than radiation blasts powered by Super Science.
Also, I'll be posting an introduction soon.
Those energy blaster things I put on Fallout's armor? I thought that instead of having Fallout fire energy blasts through them, that his radiation could power some lasers instead. It'd make a bit more sense than radiation blasts powered by Super Science.
Also, I'll be posting an introduction soon.
I blame Matt Ward.
I dunno what he has to do with it, but it has to be his fault.
I dunno what he has to do with it, but it has to be his fault.
Stryder said
Delete your post....nowyou were not accepted or was there any indication that you were allowed to do what you did, please leave
Well aren't you a bit hostile? :P
You sound as if he committed some form of crime by creating a CS. It isn't like the front page is marked that we aren't accepting anymore males. Well, it is now..But it wasn't then.
..Pretty sure..
I like puppies.
I hope so.
It seems all the Warhammer RPs on the Guild die out rather fast..
It seems all the Warhammer RPs on the Guild die out rather fast..
Two hours later, and I finish my two paragraph master piece.
Rick whipped around as he heard the zeta tube acknowledge someone activating it. “Hello there.” Monroe waved to the new comer, almost immediately recognizing the black haired boy’s face as one he’d seen on various reports, as well as television.”You’re that new sorcerer dude from Opal.” Rick said, shaking a finger at the guy. Then the zeta beam went off again, and someone else stepped inside the cave. Rick looked the guy over, and he couldn’t place the face for the life of him. Rick was still trying to figure out who the dude was when the zeta beam went off yet again.”How many people did we invite to this little house warming party-“Rick said as he turned to the zeta beam, stopping himself as he saw who stepped in.”Why hello there, miss...Crap. That’s three people I don’t know. It’s some kind of record. Or are all three of you new to this? Did the League give us a bunch of greens? Gahhh. We’re gonna die on our first mission, aren’t we?”
Rick’s rambling was silenced by a very excited little heroine behind him. Monroe nearly jumped out of his skin as she introduced herself to them all. Before she could get off on a spree, a familiar voice cut it. There was Batman, having appeared out of no where as he usually did. Rick wished he could do that without using his powers. It’d be bloody awesome. Rick listened to the rather short mission briefing; only partially listening. This couldn’t be anything more than some recon mission or something. It wasn’t like they would be fighting a werewolf or something. Rick snapped back into reality as Tori yelled something and was gone in a flash (pun intended).”What? Oh, we’re leaving?” A moment later, Rick was invisible. Then clothes started to appear on the floor, and a few minutes later Rick was standing there in his costume. Ghost picked up his belongings, stuffed them in his backpack, slapped the backpack back on, and raced off after everyone else to the jet.
Ghost jumped inside and found a nearby empty seat, and strapped himself in.”So, who’s flying this rust bucket?” Rick said, kicking his feet up on the seat in front of him.
Rick’s rambling was silenced by a very excited little heroine behind him. Monroe nearly jumped out of his skin as she introduced herself to them all. Before she could get off on a spree, a familiar voice cut it. There was Batman, having appeared out of no where as he usually did. Rick wished he could do that without using his powers. It’d be bloody awesome. Rick listened to the rather short mission briefing; only partially listening. This couldn’t be anything more than some recon mission or something. It wasn’t like they would be fighting a werewolf or something. Rick snapped back into reality as Tori yelled something and was gone in a flash (pun intended).”What? Oh, we’re leaving?” A moment later, Rick was invisible. Then clothes started to appear on the floor, and a few minutes later Rick was standing there in his costume. Ghost picked up his belongings, stuffed them in his backpack, slapped the backpack back on, and raced off after everyone else to the jet.
Ghost jumped inside and found a nearby empty seat, and strapped himself in.”So, who’s flying this rust bucket?” Rick said, kicking his feet up on the seat in front of him.
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