Make your own Superhero/Supervillain! >powerlisting.wikia.com/wiki/Special:Random Roll for a random power. If your digits ends with an even number, you're a hero. If your digits end with an odd number, you're a villain. Try and be respectful and responsible with overpowered rolls, be mindful of others posting and try not to flood the thread with too many of your own characters to let others join in.
Make friends, save/conquer the world, forge alliances and have fun.
>Standing in front of such massive thing or more like being, it could be the afterlive. And if not, what is afterlive compared to the place where Dester now stood. He was to busy, staring at the huge orblike thing with the eye to even think about, if he was death or not...this does not count for now and as he gets more answers about that orb, it would make it clear for itself anyway. The wizard believes however, it might be that pink orb that floats on top of the tower but now it even got an eye and a mouth as well.
(Or does my pressence make you struggle to let a word out of you?)
"Oh no, of course not. I'm just fascinated by something I have not seen yet and tough I have seen alot...it should make me less fascinated, yet it does more then normal."
(So easy to impress, just like a little child. You really haven't changed at all Dester...not at all.)
"How do you know me? Am I dead? Have you followed my lifespan all these years? Is this heaven?"
Did I Miss a Thread Or Something? I Usually Checked once Every Day Or Two. Or Were Yinz Waiting All of November Till Thanksgiving? Either way, Nice To Be back Bro
Wait, are we going to continue from last thread, or is that event over now? There were a lot of loose ends from last thread.
Kevin Jones
(So many questions, so curious. You're indeed imature but in the body of an adult. I guess adulthood wasn't even your biggest strength. Not to say that you're still a child but you do not know how to deal with your surroundings yet. You are not dead, for your question. You are on top of my tower, I was first testing you but I showed pity on you as you are trying to hard. You never do, you always try.)
> Alot of harsh and big words from someone who's always floating over a building as a roundshaped object.
(I'm the Seer, I may be not a god yet I carry a gift...the gift of wisdom, to dangerous to share it with many. But you are special Dester...especially in these times.)
It's Thanksgiving weekend. Time has passed and the city is rebuilding, yet new conflicts are ever arising on the Horizon... Just go along with it and have holiday fun
Jason Phillips
fugg me
Josiah Williams
You didn't miss any threads, we just took a long ass time to make a new thread because of some complications Have a drawing as reward for your patience (and because I really like your char lol)
"I assume, it has something to do with the prophecy the villagers has talked about? Tell me, am I a saint or a chosen one?"
(Oh these villagers and their believes. It is common from the common folk in this wotld to believe just everything, almost like you...this is your home after all. And very soon... it may be not the home we know anymore.)
"There has to be more between me and the Great Father I believe. Please tell me what it is all about!"
(Passions child, the Great Father has been struggling lately to keep this realm intact which is strange since it does exist even before he came to our dimension, and I know it cause I exist longer then any of the creatures that lurks around here, nothing but mere artificial creations of that so called "Great father".)
"Am I a artificial creature as well? I'm not a robot if you think that and many have tought that. I'm just...grey looking"
Np, just wanted to make sure I wasn't misinterpreting anything. >Flashpulse thanks X-Streem for his assistance in fighting Balial, and then he somehow manages to get down from the rooftop, and gets back home without further incident. >A few days later, Flashpulse has mostly recovered from the injuries he sustained from the fighting. >He then thinks about his promise to both Goldmine and the Monitor Theater, wondering if it even survived the disaster.
Michael Lopez
Damn Bro, That's sick As Hell! Legit, Thanks As For The complications, Sucks To Hear, hope Yinz Are Doing Better Any way, Made A Little Thing For Girliath and Randal Presumably Taking place After the Battle
(Oh no, not everything artificials is made out of metal and gears. Artificial aren't natural, but can appear as such without noticing it. It is almost an art of creation which is what your god is trying o accomplish. He creates, you Dester are a creation. You aren't even, if it doesn't insult you, a real wizard at all.)
"I guess you may say I'm, just...trying"
(Correct! If this cheers you up, you are still able to learn just like a normal being, if you not just try but...well, I don't wanna say "believe in yourself" right now, way to cliche, but just take yourself a little bit serious.)
"But I had never struggle with my magic before why it happens now."
(Cause you never used it like a real wizard at all. You have been trapped in a room for a long time by your god right? Don't ask, I'm a seer, I know it. A room filled with an amount of arcane dust, that is enough to load you up a lot of magic as if you have sniffed an overdose of cocaine.)
"Arcane dust? So I have been on drug the whole time?"
(No, not really but it has some similarities. Arcane dust is an essence in magic that remains after every spell or any kind of magical causes. Every realm has at least a little bit of magic in it, if someone in any of these realms casts a spell or anything else like an artefact for example causes something magical, it leaves a amount of dust, unable to see for the eye which still contains a bit of magical energy. It waves across dimensions, where they get in contact with more dust, strengthen the energy.)
(Since the sixth dimension is a central dimension, that lies between all the other dimension, it is the place where the dust often ends up. Trough aeons, arcane dust felt into our dimension, that it crystallized into rocks, we simply call arcane rocks. Alot of these rocks once layed around this world but since the Great Father came, it took them all for himself, leaving not a single rock on the ground. He's using it for a long time at it seems he's getting got out of fuel now or perhaps he lost control of it. Whatever it may be, but the dust can be quite dangerous, it can change and alternate everyone and everything, lifeforms or just mere objects. Our would once evolved and changed slowly from itself but the Great Father declared himself the god of this realm and took influence over it with help of these rocks and the dust that forms them. Most of the lifeforms here are the results of his creations...even YOU my dear friend.)
>Patroling was starting to get slightly uncomfortable with the upcoming winter, but it still had to be done >Clad in an all new suit, Girliath stood atop of a small building, sipping on cup of mouth burning hot coffee while looking for any villains that might have been planing to ruin the comfortable Thanksgiving vibe
>Jerry sneezes quietly the cold air shivering through him. >It was colder and colder already so he bundled up extra for the occasion. >Though he needed to step back home in a moment to check on a few things, he was on a diligent patrol. >Ice Cream would be bad he thinks, at least right now. Maybe some Hot Chocolate. Or a hug from someone with fire powers. >For now the Sweaters would do.
(Whatever the reason of the Great Father may be, to pump you up with all that magical energy, he know that it was to much and you have caused to much trouble, that he banished you for a very long time from this place. Maybe you were just a failed experiment? But whatever the reason is...)
"I tought you were a Seer, that knows everything."
(I also said that I'm NOT a god, but whatever, the Great Father is not the same anymore. He shows up rarely and hired some people to hunt down wizards and take them either down or to him. And it may be just a question of time until he finds out, that you're back....if he haven't already.)
>Thanksgiving weekend, a few weeks after the horrible day of all Hallows Eve. >People were still recovering, the city itself was still recovering. So much damage, so many lives lost or ruined from the guilt of what they've done. Remorse and Regret filled the air, but was no match for the cheer and love spread on this day of feasting. Even if families were no longer together, the leftovers they shared would ensure good memories to cover up the Night of Sin >Villains seemed to stay silent, perhaps too afraid to lash out after losing the greatest amongst them. Or perhaps even they preferred to celebrate the holidays with whatever family and friends they have left. >Yes, with a few more weeks like this, of holiday love and cheer from both moral sides, perhaps the city will recover before the next dastardly supervillain would strike.. >Unfortunately, Life is not all fun and games, and even during a time like this, disaster could strike to ruin it all.
>Suddenly, broadcasts were hijacked, Radio Stations were hacked, and even a few select phones started to make a noise that they never once made before. youtube.com/watch?v=Vk4KK-gh0FM >As the heroes answered, a recording began to play, the same one blasting on the radio, the audio from the video playing across thousands of screens!
>A woman sat in a dark room, the shadows covering the top of her head and eyes. She sat there, wearing stripes and smiling a wicked grin that sent chills down the spine of men. "Greetings and Hello good citizens of Cosmotropolis~! I do apologies for interrupting your regularly scheduled horrid American programming, but I'm afraid I have quite the important message that needs to get out for all to hear~!" "See, I know you all want to just, relax, take some time off of work or school, enjoy the time you have with family...but why oh WHY should that ever be allowed to happen after a few of you Killed what can only be described as a True Hero for the Villains~?"
>Natale reaches his stop on the bus, getting off and arriving at the place he's been looking for. >Cosmetropolis >He looks at his smartphone for a moment, making sure he's in the right place, and walks down the steps.
