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I want some arena wins.

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Video Games: The General Discussion & Community Thread Number Two

@Fabricant451 I've seen bits and pieces of playthroughs. The Avengers game make me super apprehensive about giving GotG a shot. Glad to hear that you liked it!

Post a random fact about yourself.

I need a haircut. My hair drops to mouth level at this point, when it isn't combed.

Word association Game!

Destroy

Sum up your week in roleplaying in just 3 words

Fascination, progress, anticipation

Friendships

Friendly acquaintances. I'm certainly open to growth into friendship and possibly something more meaningful (I have met an online buddy before and it was great!), but this sort of format only truly allows for limited friendly musings.

To me, a familial bond means I will bleed or kill for you. As much as I like the online company that I keep, if one of them ever asked for a favor of such severity, they would likely be denied.

Rise of the New Heroes

Lafayette Financial Tower - Lobby

"If I let go of it I don't know how long it will last, but you can throw it harder than I can." As the freckled woman offered up the ethereal spear, Kane's brow lowered, determination creeping up upon his face. He grabbed hold and shifted his gaze over to the infamous Thundercloud. The loosely bound team was losing. Some were fleeing, others were panicking. Any possibility of victory was quickly dissipating. They were going to lose.

Can't give up now, Kane thought, fighting passed his own doubt.

Teeth clenched, lips curled, Kane took a leading step and heaved the spear with all of his might just as the villain had launched his frontal electric assault. The spear cleaved through the arcs of lightning as it soared towards its target.

That's when the already chaotically lit room got even brighter. It seemed Mother Nature, herself, wanted in on this skirmish. A bolt from the heavens came down from behind the motley crew. Kane never even saw it when it hit. He didn't even feel it when it made contact with his vest. He hardly believed it when he looked down to witness his feet no longer touching the floor. The sight of the lobby wall became bigger and closer in what felt like slow motion, but was truly a fraction of a second.

As Kane collided with the wall, the natural lightning bolt tethered to his vest, the raindrops upon his clothes and skin began to erupt in vaporous explosions. His shirt almost instantly disintegrated into shreds. The vest was quick to fall off as the fabrics melted away. Kane's exposed skin was completely singed. You could see patches of raw, bloody musculature across his back.

The natural lightning retreated as quickly as it came, leaving Kane in a steaming, crumpled mess on the ground. An odor of burnt flesh permeated the air as a grotesque croaking moan escaped Kane's mouth. He couldn't move... couldn't even feel. All he could do was lay there helpless and confused. Nevertheless, he was conscious, his eyes open conveying a trapped sense of utter horror.

Why, he asked himself, tears welling up in his eyes. Why did I even bother? How was any of this worth it? He could feel the sting of sorrow as his scleras became pink. He traded his life to live out a childhood fantasy for a single evening. A collage of fading faces began to swim in his mind. His mother, his father, his sister, his friends... He wouldn't even get to say goodbye. He wouldn't get to apologize for acting so rash. Why did he do this? What was it all for?

Slowly he closed his eyes, the built up tears finally falling. He stopped moaning and simply exhaled. His once tense body eased into limpness. And then... utter stillness.

****

"It's too hard!" Spencer shouted with frustration as he swung the baseball bat into the ground in a temper tantrum.

"Spence, it's not supposed to be easy!" his father scolded from the pitcher's mound. "If everyone could do everything with ease, there'd be no such thing as 'special'. You, kid- you have what it takes to be special, but you can't give up just because something isn't easy. You've got to work at it, practice. You're going to fail now and again, but you've got to keep trying, you hear me?"

Spencer grimaced as he stood at home plate in his little league uniform. With a huff, he adjusted his baseball helmet and pulled the bat back up to his shoulder before getting in his ready stance. His father gave a solemn nod of approval before he started to wind up the ball.

And then, he threw it. It was fast. Spencer made the mistake of swinging too early before. That was not a mistake he planned on repeating. In his mind, he noted when he felt like he should swing and then gave it another mental beat before finally pulling the trigger. The crack of the collision set off endorphins in Spencer's entire body. His father's eyes went wide as he watch the baseball take off skyward, arching well passed the back fences. He turned around and looked at his son with a sense of pride and glee.

"A home run?! Are you kidding me! And here you were ready to quit, boy!" Spencer's beaming grin went from ear to ear as his dad approached him and knelt. "You see, that's what I'm talking about. You can't just quit when things get hard. You've got to rise above it. When the going gets tough, the tough get going. When you fall down..."

****

You get your ass back up.

Kane's eyes flew open. His irises were gone. In their place was a spiraling kaleidoscope of iridescent color shining out. Even the steam around Kane's body began to reflect and illuminate an almost living palette of every hue imaginable. Humid particles in the air refracted light from a source unseen and shined out as if he was in a spacious cloud of glitter. His entire aura was composed of a twisting, swirling, shimmering rainbow.

A thud echoed through the lobby as Kane's right fist punched the floor, soon followed by his left. In a bare knuckle pushup, he elevated his body to his knees. He still couldn't feel his injuries, yet. His nervous system was in absolute shock. Slowly, he pulled one foot out from under him and soon the other until he was finally standing upright, facing the wall into which he had recently crashed. He looked over his shoulder before pivoting his entire body, his complete focus directed at Thundercloud. His naked torso was bloody, parts of his pants in burnt tatters and portions of his shoes had melted and malformed. But he was up. For now, that's all that mattered.

His hands trembled uncontrollably as they awkwardly closed into fists. He raised each of them up towards his chin like a boxer who had just entered the ring. His thumb flicked his nose and Kane bellowed out, "Alright. No more fucking around." As his fists squeezed, they seemed to glow even brighter with that constantly changing spectrum of colors. "Let's get sparkly."

Thornwood Asylum For The Criminal Insane- A Villain Roleplay. (Closed Indefinitely)

Bonehead

Name: Jack Brennan
Known Aliases: Bonehead, Bonehead The Clown
Age: 42

Appearance: Bonehead is slim, but tall. The wrinkles on his face give away his age. He's got scars all over his body that are mostly self induced. His teeth are discolored, yellow and a bit crooked in places. His skin is pale and his head is balding. Bonehead typically prefers to be in makeup all of the time, but unfortunately the facility does not accommodate such "necessities" so he is most often seen barefaced looking very angry and speaking to very few.

Psyche Profile: Bonehead exemplifies chaos and brutality. He is a beast wearing man skin, a monster wearing human clothes. This is a broken individual who does not follow social norms. Bonehead has dissociative identity disorder (multiple personalities), but his identities aren't legion. Currently there are only two: Jack and Bonehead. Jack is very much a mostly silent partner while Bonehead tends to take the wheel most of the time. Oddly enough, Jack has no superpowers to speak of, whereas Bonehead is able to count himself among one of the non-mundane.

Background: Jack Bennan was your average nobody. Skinny, weak, awkward. He got picked on and bullied growing up, leading to major social anxiety. All of these elements lead toward a recipe for the creation of Bonehead, an imaginary friend who was very much confident, outgoing, and willing to fight back. At a moment of weakness, Jack let Bonehead be the pilot, which resulted in the gruesome death of three teenage athletes. Their bodies were mutilated, nearly unrecognizable. The killing, even if only as a spectator, made Jack feel strong, empowered. So he let Bonehead continue to pilot and sat back in the recesses of his own mind to witness the carnage that Bonehead wrought.

Skills, Talents and Learning: Bonehead can juggle, make complex balloon animals, handle short blades with the precision of a surgeon, embraces a fighting style with dirty tactics and is very adept at reading body language.

Power(s) and Capabilities: Bone Manipulation. Jack Brennan, when in control, has no superpowers whatsoever. He is a feeble man with mental insecurities. Bonehead, however, is able to manipulate his own bone structure. Some of the applications are to protrude his bones outside of his skin to act as piecing accessories and he can make his bones more dense to aid in his durability. The limits of Boneheads ability to manipulate his own structure have not fully been discovered, but he generally utilizes it to give himself sharp fingers, claws, 'bladed' elbows or other such accessories.

Accelerated Clotting. Bonehead bleeds, but not for very long. Any open wounds he bears tend to clot very quickly. That's not to say they are healed - they are still very much sore - but the danger of bleeding out is minimized. This ability is a passive one that goes hand-in-hand with his bone manipulation.

Power Limits: The use of Boneheads abilities hurts each and every time. The self inflicted wounds leave scars, bruises and residual pain and soreness. His bone constructs are built out of human bone and therefore have the limits of human bones: They can be broken.

Known Vulnerabilities: Jack, and even Bonehead, are two personalities in a human body. Therefore he shares all weaknesses that humans have and is vulnerable to the same elements (fire, bullets, tranquilizers, etc.). Bonehead, in particular, has an additional boon in that the more he uses his power, the hungrier he gets. While anything rich in calcium will stave off the hunger, the clown has an affinity toward cannibalism and specifically an appetite for human bone marrow. The ingestion of the latter leads him toward a powerful state of euphoria. It is unknown if that euphoria is chemically induced or simply a byproduct of Bonehead's insanity.

Motives: Jack wants to be a man of power and respect, even if that respect has to be earned through evil means. Bonehead simply wants to see blood on the walls. However, Bonehead is also a sucker for a good audience, and if he can get laughs then he will perform and continue to try and get more laughs. When the laughing stops, however, then the performer leaves and the monster takes over.

Jack wants to escape the prison to build up an underground empire where he would reign as a feared and respected boss, ushering in a flavor of criminality that has no moral limits. There is only the wolves and the sheep, and Jack made his choice long ago about which life he would embrace.

Level: TBD.

Recommended Containment Procedures: A room with thick cement walls should do the trick. Even if Bonehead tried to whittle away at a tunnel, he would surely be caught before making too much progress.

Notes: While Jack may seem like the more sane personality, the truth is that he is complicit in Bonehead's schemes. Their relationship functions more like Brains vs Brawn. Jack has ideas, Bonehead executes them. While Bonehead and Jack typically see eye to eye, Bonehead is a dog that hates his leash and can sometimes slip out of control.

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