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Don't know. I'm waiting on everyone else.
removed just watched the video lol
Interesting post there Kirra. I dropped a post there as you suggested. I also read the GM interview. Sooooo, anybody have any thoughts and/or ideas about the plot? I'll give you a litte preview of what's to come in Act 2:

The patriarch will have gone missing. Without his guidance, The Cult will shatter into three or four seperate groups each with their own views, and beliefs. One of these groups will be composed of mostly psychotic people whose's minds have been warped by the rift.

A new mysterious drug will start to be passed around. The drug warps the minds of the people who take it and will occasionally transform them into Hybrids.

A power struggle will occur within the mafia (Led by the Salvieown family). The power struggle is caused by (A) the bad blood between Salvieown family and Mauriello. (B)The Farronvontti's struggle in Newtown ever since Bisk rose to power.

Bisk will be working behind the scenes in an attempt instigate the Mafia's power struggle.

A mysterious assassin will be trying to kill the heroes and The Watcher. The Watcher's informents will be picked off one by one as the assassin trys to discover the identity of the watcher.

People will die.

Bisk's span of power will have grown.

The elections for the city's new mayor will be just around the corner with Bisk in the lead.

All hope will seem lost.
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One of my RP friends suggested that I list our RP as one of the surviving roleplays. Dawn of Superheroes.

We were just fortunate is all. Initially I wasn't going to continue the rp. but just in case, I did a bunch of research and managed to recover the majority of the first post in the OOC using webarchives. It was an old version of the post but it was mostly up to date. I had managed to get in contact with everyone who had been participating. Despite informing them that I probably wasn't going to continue, they all showed interest in keeping things going. I was kinda flattered. And so I went to work on starting the rp up again. And here we are. we may only be like 7 posts in, but that speed is normal for us. We post whenever we have the time.
It's cool. We are use to this kind of pace.
lol. Thanks Jay
Hey Jay, could you add your charsheet to the cs thread? Thanks.
Shade stared vacantly at her damaged left hand as it dripped blood onto the tiled floor in front of her. Shards of glass still were sticking out of the palm of her hand every which way. It hurt, and yet it didn’t. It was a weird feeling to Shade. Whenever she felt pain these days, no matter how severe, it always felt faint and distant. She felt detached from her real self. She felt as though her mind and body were separate. This world only held pain for her. For what reason should she ever care what became of her?

That was the way Shade felt as she sat, expressionless, inside the northern confession room of Building C. She sat there motionlessly as her father's followers carefully plucked out each shard of glass in an attempt to patch her up.

Shade was alone in this world. There was no one here for her. Nobody… except for her father. The man who hit her when she did something wrong. The man when who blamed her when things didn’t go as plan. The man who would starve her whenever she had not lived up to his expectations. Her father. The one… the one who saved her life. The one who dug her free from the rubble. The one who use to read her stories before she went to bed at night. Her father. The man she could never bring herself to hate no matter how terrible he had become.

The Patriarch’s followers pulled out the final piece of glass from Shade’s hand and had begun wrapping it with bandages. That was when she heard the distant shriek. Slowly Shade raised her head. She knew that sound, but the followers did not. Most of them just stared at one another with a confused look. Another shriek was heard as if answering to the last. Some of the followers were moving to the windows now. The person bandaging Shade’s hand turned her head somewhat distracted. “What was that?” one of the followers ask out loud.

Something was wrong , Shade knew. Her father wouldn’t ever call upon his Hybrids unless he was in trouble. Shade stood up just as the follower finished tying the bandage. A third shriek. Her father. She needed to get to her father. He needed her! He need her help! Silently Shade attempted to form a shadow. With difficultly she managed to pull one together before it dissipated on her. The AS-dart’s effects must have started to wear off. Her powers weren’t fully back, but this would have to do. Shade made her way out of the room.
“Sarah, Sarah, Sarah.” Tsked a Divine as he entered storage closet of Building C. The man went by the name Aaron in public. In private he preferred the name Torment.

“Sooo young. Sooo beautiful.” Continued Torment as he casually began walking over to the girl. He pulled out a lighter and began flicking it on and off. “Could have gone far. You showed potential” Torment began circling Sarah and decided to leave the lighter on. “So let me explain how this is going to work. The faster you tell me what I want to know, the less pain you’ll have to endure.”

A few faint shrieks could be heard from the distance. The sound made Torment smile. He was familiar with The Patriarch’s power. “That sound, you just heard, will be your screams in a few seconds.”

Torment stopped his circling in front of Sarah. “So let’s start the subject of our questioning with this girl here.” He continued while touching the lighter’s flame with his right hand. “Tell me.” He said as the flames consumed his hand… no… not consume. The flames became it. Torment raised his hand as if to strike. “WHO IS SHE?!” He yelled, his voice becoming a demonic roar. His eyes turned red. His hand of fire lunged forward.
The Patriarch ran as fast as he could. Shade! He needed Shade! Why hadn’t she returned to him yet? As these questions crossed his mind, he felt something hit his feet. It caused him to stumble but he managed to stop himself from falling. Too close.

The patriarch picked up his pace again before finally making it out of the rift room. He could sense his children again. They were closing on his location. Good. Now he just needed protection. DAMN IT! WHERE WAS SHADE?!
Yeah, so I'm leaning more towards the as-vest making the Patriarch stumble but not fall. I'm working on the post. got one more section to complete.
I'll try to work on it during work today..been super busy this month
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