I could also change it up to jumpin ya outside instead
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Uhhhh I'm suddenly confused
It was a good day to be Daniel Radkowski. "Rad Dan" strolled down the quiet, foreign street and took it all in. England, land of false teeth and shitty food. That 'free' plane ticket had been a godsend: He'd thank that business dick next time he visited Massachusetts General... Not that he'd ever visit a hospital. He was INVINCIBLE! Or at least, felt that way.
The smell of that pool gas... Chlorine? Filled his nostrils. It stung, burned, and sturned (Dan's personal amalgamation of the two). The smell was coming from... A cafe? He knew these britbongs didn't have any good food... But did they really drink chlorine? This he had to investigate.
A loud crash filled the dining room as the door flew open, Dan's foot located squarely in the center of the frame. "EY, YOU TEA DRINKIN' SHIT FER BRAINS! WHICH ONE A YOU'S IS POLLUTIN' MAH AIR WITH YER STENCH?"
The smell of that pool gas... Chlorine? Filled his nostrils. It stung, burned, and sturned (Dan's personal amalgamation of the two). The smell was coming from... A cafe? He knew these britbongs didn't have any good food... But did they really drink chlorine? This he had to investigate.
A loud crash filled the dining room as the door flew open, Dan's foot located squarely in the center of the frame. "EY, YOU TEA DRINKIN' SHIT FER BRAINS! WHICH ONE A YOU'S IS POLLUTIN' MAH AIR WITH YER STENCH?"
So uh, I submitted a character
Name: Rad Dan (Daniel Radkowski)
Element: Copernicium
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Powers: Capable of generating explosive radiation bursts around him, radiation resistance.
Weapons: A wooden Louisville Slugger.
Backstory: Born in Boston, MA, Daniel Radkowski started life as a trouble maker. From the time he could talk and walk, he was lying and running, and started a long career of petty crime at the young age of five. Though not a particularly bright child, "Rad Dan" (as he took to calling himself) was a mean son of a bitch, starting fist fights for fun and antagonizing local stray animals. Once his powers began to develop, Dan saw a new calling for himself: Supercrime, a brand new business opportunity open to a select few. And he was definitely one of those few.
Element: Copernicium
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Powers: Capable of generating explosive radiation bursts around him, radiation resistance.
Weapons: A wooden Louisville Slugger.
Backstory: Born in Boston, MA, Daniel Radkowski started life as a trouble maker. From the time he could talk and walk, he was lying and running, and started a long career of petty crime at the young age of five. Though not a particularly bright child, "Rad Dan" (as he took to calling himself) was a mean son of a bitch, starting fist fights for fun and antagonizing local stray animals. Once his powers began to develop, Dan saw a new calling for himself: Supercrime, a brand new business opportunity open to a select few. And he was definitely one of those few.
I had an idea: Maybe treat them like a rival group with different motives? You know the type: Always seem to be after the same thing as the protagonist?
Hodag Jr. snarled at the strange raccoon man. It made him feel... Hungry. By now, green drool was pooling around his front legs, no doubt permanently staining the carpet. From what he could glean of human speech, apparently he was being... Rewarded for vomiting up the metal piece? That was good. He hadn't eaten... Since those hitchhikers a ways back. And that was almost an hour ago, now. What he really, REALLY wanted was a nice, rare raccoon steak... Though any steak would likely do. "RRRRRRRRRARRGHLRGH!"
Woof woof motherfuckers
A mixture of pained howls and choking noises came into the lobby from somewhere outside. Though it was a mystery for a matter of moments, the source of the noise quickly became apparent: Some form of scaly black THING stumbled in through the front door, hacking and screeching. The creature sounded to be in extreme pain! It stumbled about for a few moments, claws tearing through rugs, drapes, chairs, anything in it's way. Each moment the screeching grew louder, until... A horribly dented, partially disolved piece of metal flew out from the disturbed lizardbeast's mouth: A coin, bearing the beast's face, headed right for some variety of raccoon-man.
Where should I sign up, then?
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