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Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

Seeing as Season 2 is right around the corner, maybe I can work out a way to smoothly transition Lisa into the plot. I know GeneCo is going to play a big role in some fashion, and I know Lisa is definitely going to cause a lot of mayhem until she either regains her memories or is convinced to join someone's side. If you guys want to use that to fuel pro-regulatory arguments or Meta distrust, be my guest. After enough news reports, maybe some Meta or another clashes with Lisa to try and contain her. (Believe me, when she gets to the city there's going to be a good amount of destruction going down).

She's kind of a blank slate morally right now, and I could honestly see her going either way; a lot of the heroes have the capacity to treat her gently and coax her humanity back, but villains like the Cowl would probably have no trouble manipulating her into becoming an attack dog for his cause.

Just a side note, I worry I wasn't very clear in what she did to Tyler in the gas station. Her psychic powers were on overdrive due to her emotional state, and were poised to do a hard "reboot" by grafting Tyler's memories into her head. Because it happened all at once, Lisa only remembers English and some overarching concepts, and not heavily learned behaviors like social nuance (or knowing what doors are for). She won't be able to synthesize someone's brain like that again for a long time.

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@Kibaro Yeah. All I can think of when I see that word is a sea of hairy teen legs. As far as chubby people go, I think it depends on who I'm looking at. Lot of variety.

Again, I need to know. Is this not the sexiest thing you've ever seen.

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You mean these? I'd rather get stabbed in the ass.

This.

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I find it kinda tasteless.

Butt inflation.

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Ew, gummies are gross.

Drunken one-night stands.

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Ooh yeah, gotta get those squishy kiwis.

Getting a certain body part bitten clean off.

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Never heard of something so specific, I guess I'd have to try it before I say no.

Being hand-fed super sweet foods.

Shuffle your music player and post the first 10 songs

Ize of the World - The Strokes
Cocoa Hooves (Stripped) - Glass Animals
Pools - Glass Animals
Lisztomania - Phoenix
Happy - Marina and the Diamonds
Time Warp - Rocky Horror Picture Show
Young God - Halsey
St. Jude - Florence + the Machine
The Fall - The Weeknd
A Token of My Extreme - Frank Zappa

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

Added an extra outfit to GE-04's CS. I'll probably be adding more as her arc picks up, mostly because the program I use is super fun to mess around with.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

A part of GE-04 didn’t want to move.

She had nowhere to go, after all. But her stomach gurgled--Tyler called it 'hunger'--and she allowed herself to stand and wander towards a shelf in the back of the store. Tyler’s favorite food was ‘Cheetos’. She spotted a vaguely familiar row of orange bags, huffed with excitement at her progress, and grabbed two bags with such force they exploded into orange dust. She stood perfectly still for a few moments, eyes wide, before wiping her hands off on her leggings and gingerly reaching for another bag.

With all the combined self-control of a superpowered amnesiac and a seventeen-year-old boy, she delicately tore the bag open, dumping half its contents to the floor, and stuffed the rest into her mouth as quickly as possible. Her mouth was full of dust by the time she swallowed, and now she was ‘thirsty’. She stared at all the bottles lining two walls of the store, grabbed a yellow bucket of greenish water on the floor instead, and dumped it into her mouth. She choked and coughed at the taste. Water was horrible, tangy and bitter. She threw the bucket away, and it smashed apart against a sprinkler with enough force to activate it. Water shot out of every sprinkler and began soaking everything in the gas station.

GE-04 gasped in surprise, then jumped onto the remains of the clerk counter to slurp from one of the sprinklers. That water was much better. She would have to avoid greenish water, she supposed. When she had her fill, she sat down on the counter and watched the way the water puddled on the tile. It seemed almost peaceful, but outside, wailing sirens grew closer.

She tried to ignore it, but when she saw police cars screech into the parking lot, she burst through the doors to greet them.

“Jesus! Hold your fire!” Many people were kneeling behind their cars, perhaps to hide. One man poked his head up over his hood. “You! Put your hands on your head and lay down!”

Fear rolled off the policemen’s minds in tangible waves. It was contagious. Her hands balled into fists, and she struggled against her wrist cuffs in a vain attempt to get free. The man seemed to pick up on it. “Do you understand English? Just keep calm, ma’am! We don’t want to hurt you!” Not that they could. Nothing could hurt her but her restraints.

“Take them off!” She shouted, and stepped toward the line of cars. Every trigger finger in the blockade flinched.

“W-we can take them off when you come with us, ma’am! Just lay down and put your hands out!”

GE-04 was drowning in the anxiety the officers expressed. She could sense it in their minds like a stench she couldn’t wave away. The horizon beyond the policemen was full of stars, and their light blurred together until it was blinding. “No!” She cried, agonized when that only made their fear worse. “St--stop! Stop!” She bit her lip, on the verge of something Tyler called tears. Crying was a sign of weakness. She growled to hide it. “Get away from me!”

The pumps were covered by a roof, and she whipped her hands out to smash the nearest supporting pillar. It crumpled into uselessness, bent, and dragged a corner of the roof with it. The collapse crushed two pumps, and more importantly put thousands of pounds of metal between GE-04 and the police. Screams rang out, but she ignored them, and turned to run into the wilderness away from the city. The darkness grew closer as she picked up an inhuman pace.