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Fear and Loathing in Gotham City: a One-Shot Crime Adventure

Hoping we get some more interest in this, seems like a neat way to propose a comic-based game.

OBLIVION ▋ a linear superhero roleplay

Yes

Left Behind: Mulberry Street

_{Location: Agnew Residence; Living Room}

Timeframe Early Morning

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_{Interaction(s): None}

Previously: N/A

“How’s your leg treating you, Ted?”

“Healing fine. I’ll be walking again soon.” The older man motioned to his leg, as he pressed he bent his knee. “Just wish I didn’t total the truck.”

Davey Graves stood in the living room of Theodore Agnew, who before the apocalypse, pretty much had given the stability he needed since he left high school. As an old school handyman Ted had basically worked in the greater Concord-Manchester Area for over fifty years. Through him Davey had learned various home repair skills that were probably going to be useful in the world to come.

The younger man was a little worried about his mentor, though reality had been pretty kind all things considered. The car accident that broke the sixty-seven-year-old’s leg had been a little over a month ago, so nothing relating to the freak sickness that turned people rabid to be concerned about. Still, the old man was living alone with his granddaughter, Jenny, who herself had just turned fourteen. Even with all of Ted’s guns mounted on the wall, Davey couldn’t shake being worried about them and the people that lived away from Mulberry Street.

“Could be worse.”

The old man snorted, “Could be better.”

“We’ll come check on you in a few days. Don’t be afraid to reach out. We need you alive.”

The two men looked over to the left, where Davey’s mother, Lorrie, had finished putting away the supplies with help from Jenny. With box in hand, Davey knew it was time to get back home.

“Right.” Davey commented as the two Graves' family members made their way through the house's front door. “We heading straight back?”

His mom shook her head as she tossed the box in the back of the 2013 Toyota Tacoma. “I want to stop by the gas station, get anything else we need.”

“Think it's been hit since last time?”

“Might be. We only chained up the doors. Anyone with a pair of bolt cutters could get in. And that’s not even talking about the tanks.” She remarked as the two entered the Tacoma. “I hope not. We need the gas reserves to last as long as possible. But we aren’t the only survivors out there.”

Lorrie turned the key and with that they hit the road.

The buzzing of Davey’s phone caught his attention, particularly of a group chat Jason had decided to make. He scrolled through, wondering what exactly the kid was thinking trying to cut out the people who had been doing the bulk of the work keeping the community alive in the last two weeks. He sighed, putting the phone away.

“What’s up?”

Davey shook his head, laughing. “Jason thinks he’s in charge.”

“Oh does he now?” Lorrie’s expression didn’t change as she turned down another road, keeping her eyes in front, “That’s interesting. What does our leader think we should do?”

Part of Davey wished he didn’t mention it off-hand, but his experience trying to lie to his mother always backfired in the past, so he didn’t even bother trying to change the subject. Not like he cared one bit about any of it. In the end, they were going to be a while at the gas station his mother worked at regardless…

Mechwarrior 4 [Rant]

Came in here expecting to talk the finer points of a 23-year-old classic PC game, only to find we're talking about its prettier-but-less-fun sequel from 4 years ago. My disappointment is immeasurable.

@AndyC

Last one I played was Mechwarrior Online and it was fun for a little while.

To Become a Knight! ~ A Chivalric (Mis)Adventure

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Whenever he was faced with magic he was sure to taunt them, asserting that using magic was a clear sign that they could handle whatever he threw at them.

“Never mind that.” He remarked as his brows narrowed and a smirk rose upon his lips, “You tarry with magic? Interesting. That must mean you have quite the skill. That’s good. I was hoping for a good warm up.”

The loud ‘shnk’ of his sword being drawn from its sheath could be heard across the arena–a beautiful steel blade with a hilt of gold and cobalt, with soft engravings upon its metal. It wasn’t the fanciest looking sword in a noble’s hand, but it certainly wasn’t the most unremarkable. Many others had to use dulled blades or wooden practice swords to show their skill and it became evident Eli would not use either. It was then that he swung a few practice swings, before ultimately extending his aura from himself to the sword, ensuring that if a blade struck someone it would not cut through their flesh and bone, but strike with a smattering thud of a wooden club or practice sword.

“Frankly, I was getting bored waiting all morning for some action.”

It was then that the signal was called forth and his opponent moved on him. He laughed as he begin to show everyone how good his footwork and perception was. It got his blood running, though he did not swing for the white-haired opponent once. He was seeing how they fought first. To see their movements.

Honestly, as the minutes langured on, he was not impressed.

“Your form is sloppy.”

“Your footing needs work.”

“You’re all impulse. Think about your strikes.”

“Is this your first duel?”

The remarks came from his mouth like a ballista as he seemed to dodge their attacks without any real effort. It must've felt infuriating.

Fear and Loathing in Gotham City: a One-Shot Crime Adventure

To Become a Knight! ~ A Chivalric (Mis)Adventure

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The murmurs about Eli’s presence at the tournament were, suffice to say, a bit more prominent among the crowd.

It was a reality Eli was quite used to. Lord Elidthianis Hawke, the youngest son of the Marquess of the North, and the Lord of The Aerie. The Absolute. The Reincarnation of Alexander himself.

The words and titles still ran his blood cold and the whispers from above did not aid his temperament at all. He moved forward, going through all of the motions and preparations. Use aura to dull his blade to avoid an incident, make sure all pre-measures were made, and contain any excitement to a bare minimum. It would be unwise if he was caught off guard in a battle of skill and he wanted–no, needed to show that he wasn’t a pauper playing a game of pretend. Everyone had told him he should’ve been studying politics and magic. But he wasn’t “playing” knight. His intention had always been to reject the twin gods of fate and destiny and give them a bitten thumb for all to see.

When he arrived at his destination he smiled, full of confidence and readiness.

“I suppose you're my dance partner?” Eli commented, nonchalantly as he looked over the opponent in the circle before him. “You don't look like much.”

Gowi's Testing Place!

A S C I - F I C O L O N Y S I M
A S C I - F I C O L O N Y S I M

_{Players: TBD
Pace: TBD
Writing Level: Casual+
Sheet Deadline: TBD
Application Style: TBD}

“Pod 12. Prepare for unsecure landing.”

On an alien planet in a near-but-distant future, humanity begins anew.

It’s funny how the tides change due to one simple miscalculation. Several months ago you finally got accepted to be lifted up to Project Eden–a planetary exploration and resettlement initiative established by the governments of the Planet Earth. To finally reach out into the cosmos and try to temper the dangers of the greater galaxy while Earth comes closer-and-closer to its final days. You don’t know it yet, but you joining this initiative? It will be the best thing you’ve ever done. The trials, anxieties, and politics that come with starting a new colony will be tough, but with a ‘golden world’ so close to your fingertips, why would you pass up on the opportunity?

Earth Date 04-03-2857.

That’s what the console of the Earth Federation Star Vessel Olendda reads as clear as day.

The date that the crew members and its clientele were supposed to arrive to a new destination, a “golden world”, a planet denoted to be the perfect place for a new contingent of humanity to settle. A Terra Nova.

But this is no Terra Nova.

Planet B3-71002, codenamed “Ekkonaor”, is an Earth-like Terrestrial Planetoid on the edge of the galaxy. And that’s it–that’s all that’s recorded about it. A name, planet type, and a bunch of numbers. The colonists and star vessel staff know one thing, though: they are going to learn a lot more about it very soon. With the crew of the Olendda awoken to the ship caught in the middle of an uncharted asteroid storm, they are forced to accept the situation and rotate to the escape pods of the vessel before the empty void of space swallows them whole.

Titans

I don't know why it took me almost ten months. Spare me from your memes.

Titans