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3 yrs ago
Current What do you call a hippie’s wife? Mississippi.
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3 yrs ago
I'm just a person, standing in front of a salad, asking it to be a donut.
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4 yrs ago
Feels like the whole country is on Maury waiting to find out who’s the father.
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4 yrs ago
My body has absorbed so much soap and disinfectant lately that when I pee it cleans the toilet.
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4 yrs ago
Stop naming your babies James. Name him Jame. He is one Jame.
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Heterosexual Male / United States / Central Standard Time
Posting frequency: 1-2 times per week (typically on weekends)
Discord: Rekker#0473


RP Genres of Interest:
Horror Supernatural Survival Comics Fantasy

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Cool.
I don't mean to speak for the GM, but as long as Join Status says "Apply" I think you're good.

lol, Maddox is a bit of a "Melvin" type, huh? (Melvin was this obnoxious kid in the first Tremors film).
Definitely some similar qualities, lol

Location: 13 Thurston St., Roof > Hansen Furniture Store | Interactions: Open | Theme: We Will Become Silhouettes


When the sun hid itself over the horizon, the cage doors slammed shut and Maddox found himself trapped in close quarters with whomever he decided to hole up with on a given night. He hated it. Claustrophobia led to discomfort, which fed irritability. He could be stuck with a friend and, by the time the sun returned, he could find himself hating that person, entertaining thoughts of mild violence against them. The trick was to close your eyes, when you could, and meditate... endure.

As soon as the sun crept up, Maddox was outside without fail. The thought of monstrous remnant still lingering about the neighborhood was something that concerned him far less than the enclosure. He was fast, resourceful. If a situation did arise with one of the creatures, he trusted he could figure a way out of it.

This morning was no different than any other. As soon as the sky went from black to blue, Maddox had emerged from the second story window of his home and scaled his roof, sitting at its peak and surveying as much as he could of the subdivision. He couldn't make out the exact words being spoken, but he could hear his parents talking down below from within the boarded up house, no doubt discussing plans and chores for the day.

His mother, bound to a wheelchair, was almost always be assigned with domestic house keeping duties and meal preparations. His father was more the hunter/gatherer of food and supplies. Maddox, however, usually chose to abstain from a formal role within their little tribe. He would rather be independent and nomadic. If he was hungry, he'd find his own food. If he needed something, he'd find it himself or barter with someone from town. In a world that had suddenly become very complicated, he found solace in the simplicity of being responsible only for himself.

He softly closed his eyes and took in a long, slow breath before releasing it out of his nostrils. The air was humid, as always, but still enriching. One brain cell after another, Maddox's consciousness was emerging front and center as he allowed himself to fully wake up and meet the day.

After a few moments more, he pulled himself to his feet and traversed the house before exiting out of the garage. Now with a bicycle in tow, he pulled the garage door shut and hopped on. This was one of the more exciting parts of his daytime activities: The headcount. It was time to ride into town to see who all survived. A lot of people were taking shelter in the local church and within some stores. Those would be his first stops.

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"Bring out your dead!" Maddox called out, comically quoting a Monty Python sketch while pumping his pedals. It wasn't the first time he had done this and, yet, he was just as elated with his own wit as if it were. Hensen Furniture store was starting to come into view so he repeated himself, even louder, with a crooked grin plastered on his face. "BRING OUT YOUR DEAD!"

As people were beginning to venture outside, he braked the bike and straddled it, propping his elbows up on the handlebars as he cradled his chin in his hands, attempting to look adorable as one would on a school picture day. "Good morning," he started with a bit of cheer. "Did the portions of rations get bigger overnight?" An insensitive way of asking if there were less mouths to feed now.
@Martian Currently considering a new candidate to take up the mantle of Thunderstrike (Essentially a poor man's Thor).

Eric Masterson was the first to take up the mantle. Then the mace was taken up by his son, Kevin Masterson. I'm a little interested in the idea of Foggy Nelson, of Daredevil fame, finding the mace and finally joining the ranks of the super powered.

Thunderstrike is designed to be of extraordinary Asgardian physiology, but still dwarfed in comparison to Thor. Strong, but not OP. Foggy Nelson has always played the sidekick, has never been portrayed as being terribly in-shape, and has had close association with superheroes (and villains) throughout his career. Could be fun.
One of the monsters I have that will be recurring will be killing people that can't escape it, including player characters.


Do you intend to execute character deaths with the consent of the player or are character deaths going to be imposed upon them without prior consent?
Tentative interest
Would you be able to provide an example of an ideal character candidate and how that character would be challenged by the described foe?

With it being intentionally and overly fantastic, if one was to create a character with certain powers that have precise, tried and true outcomes, I'm just curious how those effects differ when it comes to the Endgame foes.

If I make a character with the power of pyromancy with fires that can break down an assortment of varied matter as well the ability to engulf legions of foes in an almost instant fiery death, coupled with a mystical sword that can cut through anything as well as project various forms of energy in addition to applying mystical physical attributes to its user which this character used to conquer his entire world, are these powers then nullified once this character enters Endgame? How do you envision sizing up these characteristics both from PvP and PvNPC? Are the Space/Time Lords able to muzzle abilities like these and do players have a say when determining which powers get muzzled and which play through as described in the CS?
In a world where character powers are limitless, as prescribed, how do you envision the RP going? For instance, do you see this as a Player vs Player type of deal or will this be a Players vs NPCs thing? To that extent, if powers are encouraged to be over the top, how do you envision presenting challenges that could possibly be otherwise toppled with the wave of a character's hand, figuratively (and possibly literally) speaking?

I know the plot line is being kept discreet, for now, but from a narrative aspect, what sort of things are the characters expected to do? What does the journey look like, if only in broad strokes?

Certainly a bold and daring concept. Just trying to get an idea for how it all works.
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Absolutely, I just wanted a built-in Hey How Are Ya so when things get dire. All for it.
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