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Overlord - Glory in a new World

I dunno. There's more money than usual.

Heroes Reborn: Year Six (OPEN)

11:50 PM, January 30th, 2026
Las Vegas, Nevada

Ah, good ol' Las Vegas. Lots of pretty bright lights and loud noises to distract people from the darker underbelly. And, boy, was this underbelly giving Arsenal a workout. For the past week or so, it's been back-to-back crime sprees. Your normal stuff like muggings and robberies, but then a bit of drug lab raids and gang-related shootouts. Leo's mornings were completely devoted to making more arrows to compensate with all the ones he'd been using up. But the amount of BANK he was making with this amount of stream time was immense, especially with that new code putting a stop to premature ends.

He even saw a few of his fans on the strip, when they saw him on a rooftop and called out. Sure, they were stream-sniping, but Arsenal didn't sense any malicious intent, so it was cool. Always nice to meet a few fans, sign some stuff.

It was just about the end of the broadcast. Arsenal hadn't found anything for a solid half an hour, and he was starting to run low on arrows from the last few run-ins. He took the camera off the chest harness and turned it to him, addressing the fans.

"Ah, jeez, that was a fun time, don't you guys think? Bringing bad dudes the taste of justice with a high-powered bow never gets old. That being said, nobody's showing up, and I'm running a bit low on arrows. So, without further ado, I hearby end-"

An explosion goes off a few blocks behind him, the camera catching the light and smoke. People are heard screaming in droves. Arsenal looks in the general direction of the commotion and turns back to the camera.

"... Well, nevermind, I guess."

He re-equips the camera and starts booking it over to where the screams are coming from, leaping from rooftop to rooftop. After a few minutes, he finds the source: a lot of debris covering what used to be the entrance to a hotel/casino named "The Tops". People were wounded, trapped under rubble, or just dead. Arsenal could hear the sirens in the distance as he made his way to the side of the building.

The emergency door on this side, surprisingly, was sealed, seemingly welded shut. That doesn't bode well. Arsenal started climbing the side of the building, grabbing nooks and crannies in the architecture, before making it to a hotel room balcony. As he climbs over and heads in, he makes a snide remark.

"Well, this might be a challenge..."

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12:00 Midnight
The Tops Hotel and Casino, Second Floor

Arsenal opens the hotel room door and steps out into the hallway. Looked deserted enough. People were probably spooked. Arsenal walks towards the elevator and narrates to the camera.

"Looks like we're about to get into the action soon. Don't know what we're gonna find, but it sounds extremely dangerous. Again, I'll ask the children and faint of heart to stop watching at this point."

He unholsters one of his pistols and presses the elevator button. After a short bit of waiting, it opens, revealing 5 armed men in body armor with bandanas covering half their faces. There's a short pause as Arsenal and the 5 men stare in silent surprise at each other.

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12:05
The Tops Hotel and Casino

Arsenal listens to the elevator music as the elevator descends. It hits the ground floor with a DING, and he steps out, leaving behind the crumpled bodies of the 5 men, one of the with an arrow in his chest falling out of the door, the sliding door hitting him at regular intervals.

He unholsters his second pistol, making his way through the empty lobby. He'd heard voices coming from the Casino floor. As he neared the source, he could make out the voices more clearly:

"Now you listen here, you gaddamn sack o' shit. You own this establishment, right? So you're gonna take me and my boys to where you keep the money, or we're gonna start firing indiscriminate-like into that crowd."

"Whoa, whoa, l-let's keep this in the groove, hey? Smooth moves, like smooth little babies..."

Great. Hostages. As Arsenal approached closer, he saw a man standing at a corner with his back to him, wearing body armor and a bandana. Perfect. He'll just take a hostage of his own. Can't be more than 10 guys in that room. He'll be able to take them all out even if they don't care about the captured member. Arsenal turn the corner and put a gun to the man's head.

"Don't move! I'll-"

As Arsenal looked past the thug, he'd seen the hostages all grouped in a crowd, what seemed to be the owner of the casino held at gunpoint by another criminal wielding a revolver and wearing a hat, and by his count, about 30 or 40 other goons, all staring at him.

"... Oh."

The Cowboy spoke up.

"Well, looks like we got ourselves a Hero. HUGH!"

GRAB

Before he could react, Arsenal found himself grabbed and pulled back by a huge pair of hands, causing him to drop his pistols as he was lifted into the air. This guy had to be 7 feet tall and over 300 pounds of muscle. Next thing Arsenal knew, he was flying through the air, crashing through a window and into some sort of entertainment command center, bouncing off a console and hitting the floor.

Okay, okay. He wasn't expecting that many guys. His guns are gone, but he still had his bow and a few arrows left. Maybe he could use one of his-

STOMP

"Hugh" had returned and planted a boot on Arsenal's back, grabbing the limbs of the archer's bow and pulling back in just the right spot, causing the bowstring to start choking Arsenal. Arsenal can sense a MASSIVE amount of killing intent coming from this guy. Looks like it's one of those moments where you know you may or may not die.

Arsenal chose the latter.

He quickly pulled the knife from his vest and cut the bowstring. He'll fix it later. The limbs, no longer held back by the string, released the built up energy by shaking, surptising Hugh for a moment. Arsenal turned and stabbed the man in the leg, causing him to scream and recoil, allowing Arsenal to get back up and shank him a few more times in the gut. With a final motion, Arsenal kicked out his good leg and slammed the thug's head into a nearby console, finishing him off.

Music began to play throughout the casino floor. Guess Hugh's head must've hit play.

Arsenal's head began to fill with thoughts of OPEN FIRE, so he figured now was a good time to hit the deck and book it, just in time for a barrage of bullets to fill the air as dove out of the command center and hid among the vast slot machines.

"Spread out! Find that Sonovabich!"

Arsenal creeped around the aisles, and he saw a gun barrel of one of the men just around the corner. He rushed forward, pinning the man against a slot machine. Arsenal grabbed the lever and slammed as hard as he could into the thugs face, knocking him out as his landed in the chip receptacle.

7-7-7

Chips poured all over the back of the thugs head as the Jackpot sounded, giving away Arsenal's location. As another goon rounded the corner, Arsenal grabbed a handful of chips and threw them at the thug's face, disorienting him long enough for Arsenal to tackle the man into a craps table, taking a metal dice cup and slamming it repeatedly into his head, taking him down. Instinctivly, Arsenal grabbed the croupier rake from the table and turned around, spotting another goon turning the corner.

He knocked the rifle out of the thug's hands, using the rake as a staff, and began beating the bandit with it. Another henchmen, behind a poker table, readied his rifle and started firing at them. Arsenal held the rake at the thugs neck and used him as a shield as he approached the new enemy. The armor he wore helped in that regard, but he was definitely gonna feel that later.

RELOAD

Arsenal threw the rake and goon to the side, running full speed at the man, vaulting over the poker table and dropkicking him, knocking him over. Taking opportunity, he quickly finished reloading the rifle, chicken-winged the man as he started to recover, and threaded the rifle through his arm, creating a human shield.

This is when the rest of the henchmen finally started coming out of the walls. Arsenal never wasted a shot. They'd pop out of cover, fire in his general direction, and he'd take them out with one, maybe two. Accurate Semi-Auto beats inaccurate Full Auto. He'd been shooting so quickly, his human shield hadn't even been hurt yet.

SURROUND HIM

He quickly released his shield to reload, spinning him around to disorient him. Before the thug can react, Arsenal wraps the rifle sling around the guy's neck and twists the rifle around, resting it on his shoulder. The other henchmen all come out at once appearing in a large circle around them, opening fire on the duo. Arsenal spins them both around as he fires, taking down someone everytime he pulls the trigger. His human shield takes a few hits, but nothing the body armor can't handle.

By the end of it, him and his shield are the last ones standing. Arsenal unwraps the sling and hits the thug with the rifle butt, sending him to sleep. He throws the empty rifle to the side and starts to make his was back to the showroom where the hostages were.

FIRE

As Arsenal returned to the showroom, he dove behind a showcar just as a bullet whizzed by. A couple more pinged off the car as he sat behind it.

"So, you're some-sorta marksman, aintcha?! Well, pardner, I fancy myself a gunslinger as well!"

Arsenal looked over to the nearest cover, a display case with what appeared to be a metal coin styled as a poker chip. Waiting a moment, he ran out of cover and got a look at who was shooting him. It was the cowboy, a few dozen feet away, with his own human shield: the casino owner. Between him and Arsenal, the crowd of hostages all laid on the floor, not wanting to catch a bullet. The Cowboy fired, Arsenal dodging the first he knew was coming, but an unexpected second shot from a second revolver was already waiting for him where he dodged, grazing Arsenal in the arm. He dove behind the case, bullets shattering the glass.

"I got you all figured out, boy! You aint gonna dodge for long!"

This guy was good. And he was right. Arsenal didn't have any weapons. The next time he popped out of cover, he was going to get shot... He saw a serving tray discarded on the floor near his cover, but it was too far out for him to grab. Think, thinkthinkthinkthink...

... DING

Arsenal grabbed the coin from the case above him, retracting his hand just as a couple of bullets flew past. He weighed it in his palm, flipping it a few times between his hands before flipping it up and catching it. He has this in the bag now.

"Hey, Texas Red! What's the most you've ever lost on a coin toss?!"

"The hell you talkin about?!"

Time seemed to slow as Arsenal ran out of cover, aiming his shot. The first gun fired, and Arsenal flipped the coin at the second, narrowly dodging the first bullet as he ran to the tray. As the second gun fired, the bullet left the barrel, traveling through the air aimed straight at Arsenal, before hitting the metal coin midair, causing it to richochet, hitting a metal railing nearby, and ricochet again, hitting the Cowboy's hat. This sudden hit startled him, drawing his attention away from Arsenal, having grabbed the tray. He jumped over the hostages, spinning and throwing the tray like a frisbee, hitting the Cowboy dead-on in the face.

Arsenal quickly ran forward and delivered a superman punch to the Cowboy, sending him down for the count. He kicked the revolvers away and stood over him for a bit, catching his breath, before turning back to the hostages.

"It's alright, everyone. You can get up now."

The crowd stayed down for a moment in disbelief, but slowly rised and started to clap and cheer. Donations came rolling in and sounding in his ear, reminding him that this was all caught on stream:

RedJohnny ($50): That was beyond fantastic. It was like watching a music video to an amazing 80's song.

Flareon ($50): Top 10 Greatest Fighting Comebacks in Anime

Overcomplicated Tricycle ($25): Crimefighting Playlist feature when

Arsenal retrieved his bow from the command center. Oh, his poor baby. Good thing he packed extra string. As he made his way out of the command center, the Casino Owner approached him.

"Ring-a-Ding-Ding! You handled those guys like they were a couple of amateurs. On behalf of the The Tops, you have our thanks. You need anything?
Room, food, alcohol?"

"No, thanks. I better get outta here before the cops show up. You have a nice night."

"Of course. Just remember, you're always welcome at The Tops!"

Arsenal began to walk away, but then paused. He quickly turned off his camera and returned to the Casino Owner.

"Actually, uh, between you and me, there is a favor I would ask. Leonardo Cash from Star City. He's a real good friend of mine, and really took care of me. I want him at the top of your VIP list. Treat him like you'd treat me. But don't tell nobody why he's up there, got it?"

"Oh! Uh, of course! You got it, baby! Mr. Cash will have a great time whenever he comes around!"

Arsenal nods and goes on his way, picking up his FiveSevens on the way out. Score. He turns the camera back on and started narrating as he takes out his phone.

"Well, looks like the Camera took a beating... gotta fix that up later. Better wrap things up. As I was saying earlier, I hearby end the stream. Thank you all for tuning in. I'm gonna take a day or two off after that. Arsenal, out."

And with a push of a button, the stream ends.

Adventure! - Stories of different worlds and realities (Private)

Hawke at first had no idea why this young lady was trying to sneak up on him, but soon found out as he'd placed a hand on the keyring as she herself did the same. She looked like a noble, but there was something off, besides her blatant attempts to pickpocket him like a common sneakthief. Usually, nobles are all about using fancy words and deception to get what they want. This one just looked socially awkward, judging by the fact they haven't started trying to explain themselves, or even showing any false charm in the wake of being caught stealing from a man with a really big sword.

Actually, on a second look, this entire party was just odd. Another dressed like a noble, but likewise not acting out the charade. Actually looked intimidating for her short size. Then the other one dressed in rags he thought to be another prisoner at first, but they weren't wearing the correct attire. Then the last one surprisingly wasn't female as Hawke had first thought with all the others, and has ears on his head. With this much diversity, either they were all some sort of traveling band of courtesans, or...

"...She's saying she wants the keys. We need them to get our own weapons."

Mercenaries. Great. More likely than not, they wouldn't hesitate to turn on him if it meant their own benefit. On the plus side, this means they can most likely handle themselves in a fight. Here's hoping they're not just well-armed courtesans.

Hawke unhinges the keys from his belt and lets go, letting the psuedo-noble woman have them.

"Go ahead, then. Sending anyone out there without a weapon is a fate worse than death. For your sakes, I hope you know how to use them."

Adventure! - Stories of different worlds and realities (Private)

Hawke quickly turn and locked the door behind him as much as he could. He turned back to face the new arrivals, pausing for a moment to catch his breath, and he walked past them to retrieve his sword.

"Don't really know who any of you are, don't really care. I'm taking my sword and getting the hell out of here. You lot might want to do the same."

Sheathing his weapons, Hawke grabbed the familiar hilt of the massive blade, lifting and inspecting it. It's been too long since he'd wielded Aether, and he'd almost forgotten what it felt like. He ran his palm along the flat of the blade like he was caressing it, then noticing that there was an abundance of dust covering it. Damn Warden didn't even take care of it.

After he was satisfied with his analysis, Hawke lifted the blade with his dominant arm, holding it in various positions. After a few moments, his instincts returned to him, and it was as if the huge greatsword was a rapier.

Overlord - Glory in a new World

When Xavier dashed forward to deliver his mighty punch, he had many things going through his mind. "This is gonna be so cool" and "time to show this death knight who's boss" being a couple. His ultimate attack. This thing has never let him down. It's capable of one-shotting raid bosses. It can clear rooms in moments. And when it impacts this knight, he's going to-

"Parry!"

As the punch hit to seemingly no effect, another thought went through his mind.

"... Oh... Shit."

Suddenly, a vague apparition of his own arm appeared from the knight, about to release it's own Megaton Punch. Xavier dodged at the last moment, having a minor heart attack, as the missed punch erupted gusts of wind from the force, sending Xavier back a few meters. That was terrifying. He was pretty sure at that point that this was no ordinary death knight. Erupting from the body of a bigger death knight should've probably tipped him off.

"Full Cover!"

The knight held it's shield to Alena, blocking her off. Well, on the plus side, at least most of his defense is gone. Xavier needed to do something, and quickly. He'd considered throwing some Consecutive Hits, but lamented the possibility of Ghost Hands retaliating. He couldn't possibly charge another Megaton Punch and leave himself open for another half a minute. But he had to finish this guy. It was dangerous.

"... Well, here goes nothing."

So, as a sort of last-ditch effort, Xavier used his Light Dash to close the distance and threw a Rockabye punch at the knight. Or, at least, he hoped he was throwing a Rockabye. Wasn't entirely sure how this activation thing worked.

Heroes Reborn: Year Six (OPEN)

1:50 PM, January 25th, 2026
Truth or Consequences, New Mexico

10 year old Daniel was playing in the backyard, throwing a tennis ball against the side of his house. His mom told him to play outside while she was on the phone. He could hear her yelling sometimes. Daniel kind of wanted to see his dad, but his mom said he had to go away. That made him feel sad.

"Hey, kid."

Daniel turn around quickly upon hearing the voice, but saw nobody in his backyard but him. He looked over into the woods at the edge of the yard, but could find nobody in the treeline.

"Up here."

Daniel looked up, seeing a gray cat on the roof of his house. It sat there, staring at him. Then it began to speak.

"What? You've never seen a talking cat before?"

Daniel stood in shock and awe at the cat for a moment, before responding.

"How are you talking?"

"I'm a magic cat, obviously. I can grant wishes too!"

"Really?!"

"Well, it depends on your wish. Do you have a wish?"

Daniel thinks for a moment. He just found a magic cat that grants wishes! What did he want most in the world? On cue, he could hear his mom yelling at the person on the other end of the phone. He was pretty sure it was his dad. Something happened that made his parents not like each other anymore.

"... I just want my mom and dad to be happy and like each other again."

The cat is silent for a few moments, seeming to consider his wish. This is probably the most intense moment in Daniel's life.

"... Your wish is a noble one. I can indeed grant it."

Daniel was overjoyed, jumping up and down in excitement. The cat hopped down from the roof and started walking towards the woods. Daniel was confused. The cat turned to him.

"Do you want your wish or not? C'mon, follow me!"

Daniel follows with no further hesitation, into the woods with the magical cat. After a few minutes of walking into the woods, the magic cat dashes forward out of sight. Daniel tries to keep up, but the cat's nowhere to be found.

"... Magic Talking Cat? Where'd you go?"

"Over here!"

Daniel follows the voice, leading him to the cat perched on a thick tree. Hanging from this tree is a single golden apple, hanging from a low branch close to the trunk.. The cat explains.

"There you are. Now, to grant your wish, you need to pick this golden apple. I'd get it for you, but then it wouldn't work."

Daniel gazes in awe at the apple, shining in the light. He begins to climb the tree, hugging it as tight as he can. He gets to the apple, and reaches out for it. The tree then pulls Daniel inside itself, it's texture going from hard and sturdy to soft and mushy. It closes around him, the cat and the apple likewise sinking into the tree, returning to being just another tree in the forest.

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2:10 PM

Daniel's mother, Rebbeca, hung up the phone in anger and frustration. That son of a bitch can take his whore and go, but he wasn't taking her son with them. The court agreed with her, and he needs to get over it. Once the divorce is finalized, she's taking Daniel and getting the hell out of this city. She heads outside and shouts out the door.

"Danny, you can come back inside now!"

There was no response. Rebecca stepped out into the backyard.

"... Danny?"

She looked around the yard, but her son was nowhere to be seen. She started to panic, but it was in vain. He was already gone.

"Daniel?! DANIEL?!"

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11:30 PM

The police had looked for Daniel in the surrounding woods, but he was nowhere to be found. It had gotten too dark to search any longer, so they'd given up the search for the night. Rebecca's ex-husband was currently being investigated. Rebecca herself was sitting alone at home, having cried her eyes out for hours. She wanted her son back.

"MOOOOOM!"

The shout echoed outside, and Rebecca perked up. She looked out into the backyard, seeing a small figure in at the treeline. She immediately ran outside.

"DANIEL!"

The boy screamed, being pulled back into the woods. Rebecca was startled for a second, but chased after him. She didn't worry about the dangers. She'd lost him for a moment. The forest was dark, lit only by the moonlight.

"DANIEL, WHERE ARE YOU?!"

"MOMMY!"

She followed the voice, finding her son in the fetal position against a tree. She crouches besides him and hugs him, checking him for injuries. She's in tears.

"Daniel, oh my god! Are you hurt, baby?!"

The tree's branches twisted and turned, grabbing Rebecca. She was pulled into the trunk before she could resist, half-phased in. Her son started to giggle as the cells began eating her, and she watched as he stood up, a tree branch connected to his back. Daniel slowly morphed into another person entirely.

"... You know... I don't like to eat children like some sort of boogeyman. The taste isn't really... there, you know? Like wine. Needs time to mature."

Rebecca tried to scream, but the "tree" covered her mouth in it's bark. The cells ate away at her vocal chords next.

"And according to some 'research'... You're pushing on 70.
And when I first sniffed you out, I knew it wasn't some sort of age-defying trick. And from what my cells are telling me, you taste amazing,
just like your boy. You're something special."

Virus eats away at her body, assimilating her slower than anyone else he's eaten. She can't even cry in pain as she sinks slowly back into the tree.

"Don't worry, though. You'll see your son again. Soon."

Rebecca sinks into the tree, and after a few minutes of incomperable pain, she's no more.

Virus claims another.

Overlord - Glory in a new World

Xavier uses his Light Dash to get back behind friendly lines. Despite punching that giant worm to death being pretty fun, it was also surprisingly pathetic. He sighs, both annoyed with Tea's hurtful comments and disappointed at the lack of challenge, speaking to Elena.

"What are these guys, level 10? I think it's time to end this. Thanks for the spell. Cover me, will you?"

With that, he pulls his fist back and concentrates on his arm, preparing a Megaton Punch, ready to do another swift Light Dash to that Knight. The air around his fist began to vortex and glow, charging. Time to test how strong he can really be.

@Lucius Cypher@Rune_Alchemist@Darked13

Adventure! - Stories of different worlds and realities (Private)

After grabbong the keys from Wilhelm, Hawke took the sword on one hand and pulled out his Shiv in the other, in case they got too close. He didn't know what the hell infected them, but it wasn't happening to him. He charged towards the pair, and with this enchantment, he was hoping to just slice them to ribbons.

He really wanted his sword back.

Heroes Reborn: Year Six (OPEN)

9:00 PM, January 21st, 2026
San Diego, California

Leo rose from his seat at the bench as the hour struck, seeing the bus driver open the doors to his bus. After this one reaches Primm, he'll have to wait another day for the bus to Vegas. He approaches the bus, pulling his ticket out of his jacket, and steps aboard, pulling along his duffle bag and suitcase. The bus driver himself was probably in his 50's, and just looked so eager to drive a near-empty bus for hours on end. He spoke to Leo in a tired voice.

"Ticket, please."

Leo hands the driver the ticket and begins to find a seat, but was stopped by the driver.

"Hey, one carry-on only! Anything else has to go in the storage!"

Leo looked around the deserted bus station outside, finding not a single soul but him, the driver, and the ticket-booth attendant waiting lazily in his little box, watching something on his phone. Leo turned back to the driver.

"C'mon, man, there's nobody else here. And do you really want to get out and open up the compartment, or do you wanna get going?"

The bus driver stared him down for a second, before sighing and letting him pass.

"... Oh, go ahead, I don't give a shit..."

Leo nodded his head and walked to the back of the bus, where the cool kids (and formerly oppressed minorities, but that's besides the point) sit, picking up the man's thoughts on his way:

BORING AS HELL
TIRING AS HELL
STILL GETTING PAID

What a sad man. Leo takes a seat with his belongings and the bus, after a few hopeful (and legally required) minutes of waiting, shuts it's doors and begins it's journey.

Leo whips out his phone and notices a new notification. An Email, seemingly from a fan. But but this wasn't on his Arsenal fanmail email, it was his personal email. That's concerning. He read through the email thoroughly, partially out loud as he does when thinking. Good thing he was in the back.

"To Leo, from 'GirlGeniusJ355' at... She... She has her own email...?"

Leo, now incredibly interested, continues to read on:

"... 'A gift from me to you'... Saw you were in Coast City... Welcome to town present... do do do do... See attached images."

He opened the attached image, and saw the gift that was prepared: a futuristic-looking bow, with all sorts of fancy doodads on it. Leo can't exactly tell what they do, but it appears to have vents with tubes. Definitely for some sort of oxygen compression. Pneumatic, maybe? But then there's this crystal... What was that for? And what mineral was it?

But the questions can wait. That bow looks fucking awesome. Leo wants to shoot with it. Case closed. Continuing with the rest of the email:

"... The WB-B attachment..."

Leo cautiously opened up the code and gave it a look over. This "WhistleBlower-Buster" program was... Well, Genius. He didn't even know what most of this meant, but he could tell it was some high-level stuff. After double-checking the code for any malicious code or backdoors, he sent the code to one of his Admins to implement it into the site. He finished the email:

"... Regards... 'A genius fan'... Yeah, no kidding."

He noticed the P.S under the farewell, and his tone started getting excited.

"P.S.... 'If you want your gift just email me back, I'm sure we can figure out a pickup spot'?! Oh dang!"

The bus driver gives Leo a look in his rear view as if saying "Quiet down, I don't need this right now". Leo got the message and piped down his happiness. He proceeded to type out a response in silent joy.

---

To: [e-mail]

From: Leo$@bingfreeserver.com

Subject: RE: A gift from me to you!

Body: Hey there, person! Thanks for writing. Not even gonna ask how you got this email, because judging by your work (and username), you're pretty smart.

I've already got my site managers working that program you gave me into the site. The code was absolute brilliance. I'll be able to stream for a longer amount of time now. Thanks!

But now let's talk about that bow: it looks WICKED. I'm not entirely sure how it works besides the oxygen compression, but I'm sure I'll find out!

... Some packaged instructions would also help.

I'll be in Primm tomorrow on the 22nd before I head to Fabulous Las Vegas. If you can, I'd like you to drop the bow off on the roof of the hotel there. I'm sure you have a way. If possible, I'd like to send a gift of my own back! Least I can do!

Anyway, always nice to hear from a fan. I'm glad you enjoy my stream! It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside to have peeps like you as my fans!

Love,

Arsenal

---

Aaaaaand sent. There we are. Leo switches to a music app and puts a pair of headphones on, drifting off to sleep as the bus makes it's journey to Primm.

Heroes Reborn: Year Six (OPEN)

1:15 AM, January 7th, 2026
Coast City, California

Arsenal shoots his net arrow at the fleeing ATM thief, the arrowhead bursting open mid-flight and covering them, trapping the scoundrel. The thief struggles in vain as Arsenal approaches casually.

"Crime doesn't pay, jackass. It only fills you with arrows. Trust me."

A subtle curb stomp to the face later, and Arsenal leaves the unconscious crook as he hears sirens approaching. A donation pings in his ear.

ButterMyBread ($10): HE SHOT THE NET ARROW. THATS ALL WE EVER WANTED. WE IN BOIS

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11:35 PM, January 14th, 2026
Los Angeles, California

Arsenal looses an arrow, hitting the would-be mugger in the his genitals. As the man falls to the ground, clutching his crotch in pain, Arsenal turned to check on the victim as another donation ringed out from the bluetooth:

BigDick6969 ($5): YO SHIT DID HE JUST SHOOT THAT GUY IN THE DICK?!

Arsenal lets out a bark of laughter at the donation before controlling himself.

"... Yeah, yeah, I did... Are you okay, miss?"

"... You're... You're that internet guy, right...?"

Arsenal perks up. Always good to meet someone who knows of him and his work.

"Oh, yeah, I'm Arsenal! I'm actually streaming right now! You want a shoutout, or-"

Another ping in his ear interrupts his thoughts:

Whistleblower887 ($1): The police are on their way. Stay right where you are.

Arsenal can hear the distant sirens. Great, another Stream Sniper. Really gotta deal with those guys...

"The police are coming, you'll be okay. Have a nice night!"

And so, leaving the woman and the man crying in the fetal position behind, Arsenal makes a quick and narrow escape.

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10:45, January 20th, 2026
San Diego, California

As Arsenal fired another arrow into the another gang member in the warehouse, the leader must have decided to cut his losses and book it, if the car filled with drugs starting to peel out made any sense. Arsenal grinned under his mask, readying his latest creation into his bow.

"This guy isn't going anywhere! Not if my new Explosive Arrow has anything to say about it! Let's flip that bitch!"

Arsenal loosed his arrow at ground under the rear of the fleeing car. The arrow, on impact with the ground, exploded with amazing heat and force, causing the car to also explode in a great ball of flame. Arsenal stood deadly still for a few moments.

"... Less... Less gunpowder. Much less. Got it."

He quickly flees the scene, leaving the entire gang with more holes than they should probably have.

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6:00 AM, January 21st, 2026
San Diego, California

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

Leo hits the button as he lies in bed, half-awake and half-dressed. He lets out a sigh before getting up and going to the bathroom. The normal routine followed: taking a shower, brushing his teeth, doing some exercise, et cetera. He inspected his Arsenal gear he kept in his duffle bag, cleaning his guns and bow, and looking through his supplies.

He takes out his notepad and makes a list of things he needed to do today:

1. Pick up more food for trip to LV
2. Get more arrow materials
3. Redesign Arrows (Less Gunpowder)

With this, Leo puts a shirt on and walks out the door, exiting the motel grounds and taking a stroll to the nearby grocery store.

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12:00 Midday, January 21st, 2026
San Diego, California

Leo sat at the motel desk, looking through his notepad and inspecting his trick-arrow schematics. The pencil tapped the paper a couple of times as he thought it through. He voiced his thoughts in a low tone.

"... Let's see... 3/4 gunpowder was too much, so maybe... 1/2? Worth a shot."

He flipped to a blank page and copied the schematic, changing the measurements and labeling it "Explosive Arrow V2".

"... Could keep the other one, rename it 'High-Explosive'... Yeah. Now, for the 'Greek Fire' one... Maybe-"

There was a knock at the door, interrupting his thoughts. He quickly put down the notepad and grabbed a pistol, sitting still. They knocked again. Can't take any chances. He approached the door and opened it slowly, door chain still in place, pistol behind his back.

"Hello?"

Outside was a man, probably in his early 30's. He looked pretty winded, and was wearing a tank-top, with a tattoo on his shoulder.

"Hey, man, you got any cash to spare? I need some money for gas, it's an emergency."

Leo paused for a moment, trying to sense if there was any danger near, but relaxed.

"Yeah, sure. Let me get my wallet."

As closed the door, his sixth sense kicked in, reading the man's intentions.

CAN'T BE LATE
CAN'T MISS IT AGAIN
NOT ANOTHER BIRTHDAY

Yeah, he was legit. Leo grabbed his wallet, holstered his pistol, and opened the door. The man looked relieved.

"Oh, thank god, you were the only person to here willing to do me a solid!"

"It's no problem. How much you need?"

"$20! It's all I need!"

Upon closer inspection, Leo saw that the tattoo was a military one. Looks like he was in the infantry. He hands the man a $100 bill.

"Thanks, so- Wait. This is a 100. I just need 20."

"Keep it. Always good to help a fellow soldier."

The man looks puzzled for a moment, then realizes and looks at his tattoo, grinning.

"... You served too?"

Leo rolls up his sleeve, displaying his own tattoo.

"Marines. Marksman."

"... Thank you, sir!"

They both give a firm handshake. Leo smiles. Good feels were had all around.

"No need for that, my good man. We're both civvies. Now, wasn't there something important you needed to do?"

The man, his smile quickly dropping into shock, nodded and bolted away in the direction of the gas station. Leo stood there for another moment, smiling, before heading back inside. He sits back at the desk and picks up the pencil.

"... Speaking of gas, can't use gasoline, too expensive... Maybe Lighter Fluid..."

By the end of the day, Leo had another prototype in mind.