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Yeah I like Sep's idea of a previous event kicking things off or something. Battle of New York could work, especially the death of Iron Man. Could lead to an interesting event in the future when he makes some grand return. Just a stupid idea :P
Yeah i agree that we should just stick to marvel!
1) Rebrand

2) Switch over to High-Casual

Yeah I think a mixture of these two ideas may be best. Especially switching to High-Casual if we only go with one.
Especially since my posts can be quite short sometimes...

Like the idea of a more overarching plot too, as could give players something to tie on to if they struggle slightly with personal arcs.

Completely up for a reboot! Probably go with someone other than America if we do. Although i do agree that we would need more players to get on board if we did reboot. While we initially gained a few players for season 2 here, we've ultimately resulted in returning to the original people from before :P Hence why I believe moving to High-Casual (in the casual threads) would be best!

Should apologize though that I haven't gotten an America post up as I've been extremely busy working all summer since i'm going to uni sometime this upcoming month! Should be back to a regular schedule soon!

Personally I'm happy with both of those ideas if we do decide to go ahead with a reboot. Also agree with the idea that Sep suggested in that we shouldn't collaborate until after finishing a solo arc, as well as the collabing format he suggested!

America could do nothing but watch as the Quinjet dropped out of the air behind them, plummeting down into the depths of the jungle below. She grimaced, obviously annoyed by the sudden turn of events. What more, was that no matter how many they took down, the lines of pterodactyls around them never came closer to thinning. Even with all her strength and power, there was nothing that they could do right now. Regardless, she had to try.

Turning to face an oncoming swarm of enemies head on, America stared down the beasts as they sped towards her.

I really hate dinosaurs.

With one powerful swoop, she slammed her hands together in front of her with all her might. The results were catastrophic, with the shockwave that result easily sending the dinosaurs flying back, and even in some cases down towards the ground. She didn’t follow up with a further attack however, instead she found herself doing something that didn’t come naturally to her in the slightest; running.

Kicking downwards, the sky shattered, disappearing under her trainers in the shape of a glowing white star. Hovering above the portal, she turned her attention towards the rest of her team, as they struggled to fend off their attackers.

C’mon chicos, time to blow this popsicle stand.
yeah could be interesting!

Yeah I'm still here! Been meaning to post all week but got my exam results yesterday so was busy celebrating! Currently suffering from a hangover but regardless I'll try and get something up later tonight! If not then tomorrow! (Sorry Drew 😜)



As WHAM!’s incredibly popular “Wake me up before you go-go” erupted from Amadeus Cho’s alarm clock, the young Korean teenager let out a soft tiresome groan. No matter how many times he awoke at this early hour, he knew that he’d never get used to the pain that it constantly brought him inside. His vision still blurred slightly from his drowsiness, Amadeus struggled to prop himself up from where he had been led on his keyboard, only to swear silently to himself when several keys came with him, stuck to his face. Groaning, he stretched his arms about above his head, as he stifled a yawn, before wiping away the keys, with them clattering back down onto the table. He felt weak. Tired. Most of all, his head, and brain, ached. Just a typical morning really.

Coffee. That was what he needed. Something to get the mental juices flowing in that big heads of his. Rattling his brain, he glanced up towards the kitchenette and the coffee maker on the side, before looking back down at his keyboard. His fingers instantly began to dart about across the keys, a task made difficult due to the fact that some of them weren’t even attached anymore. With one final click of the mouse, the computer accepted the macro, causing the coffee machine across the room to activate at once.

Happy due to the fact that his salvation was quickly on the way, Amadeus rose from the seat where he had been sleeping, only to find himself overcome by intense pain all around his body. As he made a mental note not to fall asleep in front of the computer ever again, he continued with his morning stretches. It was during this that the young man’s eyes landed upon a spilled flagon of ale on the floor. Once more his spirits deflated.

Hercules was born the saviour of the Gods and mankind. Known as the Prince of Power, Hercules is one of the strongest beings in existence, an Olympian God and a modern superhero recognized throughout the world for his might. He has been a champion of mankind since ancient times and continues to defend the world in the modern age. That is, when he isn’t going around getting drunk and seducing as many people into his bed as humanly possible. He had come to Amadeus a few months ago now, intent on helping the boy on his adventures. Oh course, like any regular semi-intelligent person would have been, Amadeus was extremely confused as to why. Why on Earth would an Olympian help him of all people? He later discovered that it was because the Goddess Athena was interested in him or some garbage. The thought unnerved Amadeus, although for the time being there wasn’t anything he could do about it. Regardless of why he was here though, the two had quickly grown close, with the young man often finding the Olympian’s antic to be somewhat hilarious.

Of course, like with now, that wasn’t always the case.

He marched forward toward's the Olympian's quarters towards the back of the RV, intent on giving the ex-God a piece of his mind. Upon spying the shut divider however, Amadeus instead decided to hold off. Who knows what sexual horrors would await him in there? Hercules certainly wasn’t alone. The sounds from last night had proved that. So did the multiple sets of clothes that seemed to litter the entrance to his room. Amadeus shuddered in disgust, before turning his attention elsewhere.

Elsewhere came in the form of the weapon’s table. The weapon’s table was exactly that; a table in the back of the RV covered in weaponry. There were gleaming swords, blood-stained hammers, as well as razor sharp battle axes. It wasn’t entirely weapons of this caliber either. Machine guns and rifles also made up a huge part of the pile, as well as pistols, crossbows, and even a series of grenades and explosives. It was ever homicidal murderer’s dream. There was even a minigun! That wasn’t even the center piece however. That prize came in the form of the beautiful golden mace that sat towards the front of the table. It was Hercules’ own personal weapon, forged by the Olympian Hephaestus as a replacement for a wooden club he had favored during his time as a mortal. It was as deadly as it was beautifully crafted. Amadeus wanted nothing more than to have his play with the thing, although the big guy always gave him a big resounding “No.” Still though, the temptation remained, with it growing stronger by every waking minute.

Thankfully, today wouldn’t be that day, as a small beep from behind Amadeus caught his attention; his beverage was done. Barely managing a smile, he wiped his eyes once more for a couple of seconds before grabbing his trusty travel mug and moving himself across the room. He took a gulp of the magnificent liquid as soon as he had filled his mug, intent on getting that oh so satisfying buzz.

As the caffeine hit him, he let out a cool, relaxed smile. The drink had certainly done the trick, with his brain returning to feeling as spectacular as ever in a heartbeat. As such, his eyes widened in realization, with Amadeus remembering as to why he had set that blasted alarm in the first place. Grabbing a protein bar off the counter, as well as his customized Nintendo 3DS from next to his laptop, he set off.

Opening the RV’s door, Amadeus watched happily as Kirby ran out in front of him, tail wagging and tongue dangling cheerfully out of his mouth in the morning air. His pet coyote must have awoken when he had, with Amadeus simply not noticing due to his tiredness. He looked on for several seconds as the coyote sniffed around at the Arizona air, before shuffling off past their makeshift campsite towards the bushes and disappearing into their depths. Once Kirby was out of eyesight, Amadeus decided that he too should get down to business.

Striding forward, he set off down a dirt trail, taking the odd sip from his travel mug every so often. Within a couple of minutes, he found himself emerging on an old worn out road, on the edge of what appeared to be the top of a cliff. Not fazed however, he kept going, quickly passing by the “Grand Canyon” display board without little more than a glance. He stopped as he neared the edge, preparing himself both mentally and physically for what was to come.

He took another swig.

Peering over the edge, he finally laid eyes on it. The entire reason they were at this dreaded tourist trap. There, sleeping at the bottom of the Grand Canyon, was none other than the government’s own escaped personal Frankenstein’s monster; American Kaiju.

Today was going to be a blast.
This does sound like a fun prospect that I wished I had seen sooner! Especially after seeing the mention of Cloud 9 in the orignal post as I've thinking of playing her for some time now! I have a few posts i need to make for various Rps which I'm aiming to get up over the next few days. If I have time I'll try and whip something up for this!
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