Why RIFTS?

Also, Penny is fuckawesome. You know why? She had a fucking laptop in 1983.

>>6970500
Not just a laptop. An all-purpose stealth laptop with paper-thin contact sheets.

RIFTS because you can stat abso-fucking-loutely anything, and it fits the over the top feel of an 80's LXG.

>>6970516
I don't actually know the system, but the things I've heard about it aren't pretty.

I do love the idea of a James Bond gone rogue. It's like the ultimate OH SHI- moment of the intelligence community.

Dumping what I have of GrimDark Gadget.

Anyone else want to dump some character ideas? I'd love to see what /tg/ can do with this.

Yes, that's his arm she's holding.

Last one I know of.

Not quite grimdark, but it works.

Would Gadget by any chance say that he is, oh..."getting too old for this shit"?

>>6970622
Nope. He's only 32, and with the conversion, he'll be good for at least a century, as long as his brain holds up.

And of course, /tg/'s reaction to Penny.

80's LXG

B.A. Baracus - the engineer and wheelman
Indiana Jones - Immortal, because of the Holy Grail (we'll ignore Crystal Skull) and an expert on the occult.
Connor MacLeod - The Highlander. `Nuff said.
Arsene Lupin IV - Lupin and Fujiko's bastard son, the world's most spectacularly gifted con-man.

Great, now I want to see Penny x Ed lesbian loli games, with optional double bestiality.

>>6970461
>James Bond
>memory burn
Points for making the actor changes canon.

>>6970684
Velma and Penny is doable.

>>6970684
Ein doesn't have time for that kinda shit.

The real question is, how do we work 80's Macho Man Randy Savage into this?

>>6970677

Is there room on this team for MacGuyver? Or was he more 90's?

>>6970779
HELL YES. MacGuyver is 80's incarnate. Let's hear your spin, bud.

EARTH'S MOST POWERFUL SOLDIERS

ARE EARTH'S LAST CHANCE

AGAINST JAMES MOTHERFUCKING BOND

>>6970714
Supply it!

FIND A WAY TO MAKE IT WORK

Regarding James Bond, I suspect he's going to have one of those "the only way I can protect civilization is if I control every aspect of it" plans.

>>6970779

Also, you could have Airwolf come in perhaps for a one off favour to someone on the team.

Maybe the guys are in trouble, one of them get's to a payphone - and MAKES THE CALL.

Three minutes later with THAT SOUND the Airwolf screeches down and delivers firery death.

Indiana Jones - Rogue Scholar
MacGuyver - I have no clue. There has to be a class out there devoted to MacGuyvering things.
Gadget - Full conversion cyborg
Robocop - Glitter Boy with slight adjustments (no boom gun, quicker movement)
Penny - Rogue Scholar, possible cyber-doc if she's in charge of maintaining Uncle Gadget's robotic bits.
Brain - Dog
Bond - Diabolic overlord, acts Abberant most of the time to throw people off.

Oh man. One of these threads. I love it when /tg/ drops it's coherency along the wayside when having to choose between it and the ever-expanding rule of cool. Pity these threads tend to implode halfway through though.

>>6970874
Oh shit! Airwolf! And KITT!

Furthermore, perhaps have the league funded by the Knight foundation, allowing you to give a certain someone a chance at a cameo.

...Or alternatively...

>>6970899
>>6970903
Sure is hivemind in here

>>6970857
Or... he knows that one way or the other, the Agency will get their hands on his memory engrams after he dies, and he just wants to end it all with ELDER GOD SUICIDE.

>>6970848
Doctor Emmet Brown is the latest in a long line of men with the designation of "Q". The last one was killed - rather brutally - by Bond as he left, presumably because he believed the old engineer was a viable threat. Brown is a worthy inheritor of the title, every bit the genius of the last Q, but less... well, less of a bitch, really. And he's not afraid to get his hands dirty.

>>6970924
And Marty?

DON'T FUCKING FORGET ABOUT MARTY

>>6970903
>...Or alternatively...

Have them be funded by what's left of SPECTRUM

You, see what nobody knows (or remembers) is that SPECTRUM lost their battle with the Mysterons, and the world is now secretly run by the spectral martian intelligence.
All traces of their existence purged in a ruthless shadow campaign of death, dopplegangers and brainwashing.

Now, only the Mysterons the know the truth.

Them, and Captain Scarlet.

DUN DUN DUN DUNDUNDUN

>>6970924
Okay, how's this for a doomsday weapon: James Bond's ultimate plan is to commit suicide and end it all by basically reformatting the information envelope of the universe. Essentially, he's building a device which will, when activated, reduce anything that can be said to store information in any way, shape or form to white noise.

Brains not excluded.

>>6970879
It's called the Fixer.

For a minor role

David Lightman - An aging programmer who made a small fortune in the late 80s and early 90s with his combat simulation game 'Global Thermonuclear War' (a game conspiracy theorists insist plays abnormally close to an actual government simulation.)

Outside of the Fortune 500 magazines, he's been tapped for the league for his abilities with getting in and out of computer systems, proven rather by accident at a fairly young age (in an incident that was technically kept off the books.)

He now acts as a far-reaching set of eyes and ears for the League, able to access almost any information system out there (to date, the only computers he can't crack are Bond's...and he still hasn't given up trying there.)

Yeah, kind of reaching for the 80s references, but...

>>6970985
>anything that can be said to store information in any way, shape or form
When you consider causality, that pretty much includes everything. Not that that is a bad idea for an evil mastermind's plan - I mean, it is pretty thorough.

>>6971118
We need one more Matthew Broderick role for the trifecta. Ferris Bueller cameo?

>>6970985
>>6971120
Bond destroys universe by making TV Tropes?

In a small village a little girl who had just moved into a house inadvertently forced the ghosts of the former residents of the house to bring to life a cursed being the likes of which the world has rarely seen. This abomination this Bettlejuice has once a lost soul. But year of working his haunting job and never moving to a better part of the afterlife has driven him completely insane and given him a lust for destruction. Where his pranks were once completely humorous with an occasional bit of death and mayhem. The Beetlejuice is now totally committed to annihilation of any he comes across. Through a slight quirk he always kept the girl, Lydia , who had inadvertently given him his freedom with him. The rampage of mayhem he wrecked was unheard of and seemed unstoppable until a small team of scientist working on a way to stop and contain ghosts came onto his trial… For some reason that their leader Venkman is still unable to identify, their equipment malfunction when turned on this particular spirit and instead of trapping him it bonded Beetlejuice to the girl, subservient to her. She stole a bit of Venkmans team equipment and along with the few items she has she uses Beetlejuices power to try and do good where he had once done evil.

Ooh. Ooh. You can't take KITT without taking Street Hawk!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CCItnKrXvMM

>>6970879

Robocop is just a full-conversion cyborg, with more weapons and less gadgets. Maybe one out of the Russia books.

It sounds like the campaign could be done using Ninjas & Superspies or Heroes Unlimited, but Rifts works if you convert down to SDC.

>>6971309
>Venkman
>Leader
I see what you did thar.

>>6971420
Somehow, I feel we'd be doing the 80s a disservice if the Ghostbusters didn't have some role in this.

Possibly part of the weapons r&d at least?

>>6971420

>>6970944
There isn't a class for "fucking ponce".

don't forget these guys

The humanity system in Cyberpunk 2020 buttfuck retarded.

>>6971584
Juicer?

Aw, is this thread dead already? That's too bad.

Too many fun ideas. Carmen Sandiego? Scruff McGruff? Johnny 5, perhaps. And speaking of awesome robots, have any Transformers been mentioned?

And I have this feeling Roger Rabbit needs in. Somehow.

>>6972212
If you want to write `em up, feel free. Carmen is more 90's, though.

(Obligatory Megaman/Protomen reference)

ARCHIVE THIS SHIT IMMEDIATELY.

>>6970564
That's got a real Bebop theme to it. Maybe because I'm listening to "Blue".

;__;

"Wanna be free..."

Great idea, just.... not Rifts. Not Rifts.

>>6972270

YOU HAVE YOUR ARCHIVE SIR.

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/6970461/

Hmmm...what's the call on Dirty Harry?

Started in the 70s, movies carried into the 80s...

Possibility or...

The raven-haired woman felt a little squished. To her right, a fellow who looked like he walked out of a 1930's mobster movie. A fine suit and overcoat clashed with his dusty, beaten fedora, certainly vintage. To her left, another trenchcoated figure, this one smelling of sweat and alcohol. He was packing something beneath the coat - a rifle, she thought. It was too slim to be a shotgun.

"So... we're all going the same place, then?" Silence. She raised an eyebrow. Not even the wire-haired older gentleman who was driving the taxi said anything. She sighed, and squirmed a bit, pulling her arms out from beneath her. The man to her right raised an eyebrow when he realized that she had both his, and the other man's wallet. "Henry Jones... and Connor Ma-"

"Mine." Almost instantly, the grimy fellow had his wallet back. She shrugged.

"Can't blame a girl for trying to find out who she's working with."

"Yes, I can." Henry smiled - a vague sort of smirk - and took his own wallet back. "Mostly because I can't guarantee I'll be working with you."

"Sure you will!" The taxi driver laughed. "It's not like you've got anything better to do. All eternity stretching out in front of you, and nothing fun anymore. No more Nazis to punch-"

"Nazis?" Connor finally turned his bloodshot gaze inwards.

"Leave the sword where it is, he's not the same order that you are, It's a long story, but the point is... you guys are the best of the best of the guys we could actually get a hold of!" Carmen felt her smile fade. Figures they would send someone to pick them up who was already a major part of it. So much for her case and retreat plan.

The air in the room was frigid. Six people in trenchcoats. Two immortal. One... a robot... or something. One the Goddess-Queen of Thieves (and justly described as such!), and two unknown quantities. Lawmen, or so she gathered. In any case, the driver was the one they were deferring to as they entered the bunker.

And Carmen San Diego's eyes sprang wide.

There were treasures from a million societies she had never heard of. Her jaw dropped as she walked past alien armors, past mummified titans and statues of forgotten gods. She felt her arm reaching out as if of its own accord towards a sword... a longsword, with a great red gem in the center, split by a dark stripe like a catseye... and felt a sharp swat on her wrist.

"Keep your sticky fingers to yourself, mademoiselle." Carmen flinched. The robot again - not even his actual arm, but some weird armature that extended from his hat. "I will not be allowing any of the Organization's salvaged goods to go missing... and I assure you, I am always on duty."

"I'll have to remember that." She kept a poker face as she backed off, the thrill of the find muted by the cool, calming logic that was her best friend in these occasions.

The game was, most certainly, afoot.

"You shouldn't have done that, James. All I am in this world is two things... two things. I am Uncle Gadget, and I am the Inspector. Love, and Duty." He turned from the floor, his eyes red. "If you've killed Penny... then all that I am... is to destroy you."

"I welcome your attempt." Bond rolled his eyes, gesturing for the final EMP to be delivered. Before his fingers had time to fall, there was a loud CLACK.

When he looked back, the lightning was arcing harmlessly through the rig, his hands and feet still connected into the machine. His response was unprintable.

Damnit /tg/ I want to contribute to this thread desperately, but I'm a touch too young to recall much from the 80s (that hasn't already been said at least) and every time I try to think of something from the 80s I get something from the 90s instead (primarily Power Rangers, The Crystal Maze, Gladiators and Transformers Beast Wars for some reason), and end up getting stuck on how to grimdark the Power Rangers.

I must go to work - but here's hoping this thread's still alive when I return. /tg/ is working its magic once more.

F5F5F5F5

"Stay in school, they said. Get a scholarship, they said," Scott said to himself. He was being lead down a hallway like something out of a sci-fi movie: Smooth halls, doors that closed mesh with the wall, no one around. He couldn't shake the feeling there were cameras on him at all times.

"So, can you at least tell me what I'm doing here?" Alongside Scott Howard were several men, all dressed in black suits, lacking insignia. Almost perfectly matching step, they were silent save for the heavy bootsteps.

They finally lead to a doorway, unmarked like the rest. The doors opened and there was a man with wild white hair looking over a desk. On it was a pen, a watch and a phone. The old man looked at Scott with a familiar warmth in his eyes.

"Great, Scott! I've been expecting you!" the old man said. Scott was glad to finally hear someone speaking to him.

its 1988 so its close enough, John McClane Motherfucker
This NYC cop is born with too much luck, good luck, bad luck, just plain wrong luck...he's always the right man in the wrong place, this bastard is so lucky people call him a hero.
In truth is he's just an ordinary cop with a failing marriage, and 2 kids on the way. Somehow everywhere he goes it seems terrorists are atttracted to the spot, highrises, airports, christmas. For him it's never a happy holiday, and he's lucky if he doesn't spend new year's in a hospital bed after a long 2 days of shooting the shit out of terrorist's with bad fake eastern european accents or exploding jet airliners with a match, no matter the odds he will succeed after luck has dealt him his fair share of pain. It will take one lucky bastard to make it into the secret lair of james bond with most of his limbs intact, John McClane is your man, "Yippe-Kay-Yay Motherfucker!"
forgot pic when i submitted

>>6973772
"What's going on, Doc?" Scott said, looking at the man's almost-medical lab coat.

"I'm sorry for the rather rude way you were taken from school, Scott, but we have a need for you. Your county needs you! We're aware of your gifts, anyone who watches the news is! Didn't you wonder why you weren't hounded down by the government, killed and studied? That was us, we protected you."

"Protected me...?" Scott was confused.

"We know what you are, Scott Howard. We know what you can turn into. We need your help. We're already assembling a team to go, and you'll be briefed on the way to meet them. Not by me, mind you, I'm too busy thinking fourth dimensionally."

"What team? What are you talking about?"

"I can't tell you here, Scott, there are people for that. But I'm sure the group would be happy to have a werewolf on their side, even if it is only a teen wolf."

>>6973823
>teen wolf
YES

YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES

>>6970944 and >>6970848 were me, BTW

>>6973917
I couldn't give you Marty, sir, but I feel this works out for everyone the best.

>>6973772
I love you.

>>6973933
Oh it works out just fine, my friend. JUST FINE.

Seriously? Nobody has mentioned Buckaroo Banzai? You wouldn't even need to change his back story.

Undercover supplies operatives are standing by.

They were shuffled into a room. It was bland and dark. The overhead spotlights did little to illuminate it.

"Good evening gentlemen - my name is unimportant, but you may call me: Mr Red. I've amassed all of you today, because a situation has come to my attention that I only believe you can help with.

In 1978, British Secret Services contracted Professor Ian "Mac" McClaine to construct for them a machine, later known as the BIGRAT. A device that would allow them to imprint an agents mind on tape and then download it into a new body, should the old one ever meet a grisly end. Despite early issues such as Professor McClaine testing the machine on his 12 year old son, a practice that eventually resulted in a crippling multiple-personality disorder by the tme he was 16, MI6 gave the BIGRAT the go ahead."

There was a pause as he let this information set in.

"This spy was called James Bond, and out of the 300 guinea pigs for the project, only he: Test Subject 007 survived. They carefully transferred a highly doctored set of memories into the body of a Scotch master criminal, currently braindead in Boradmoor Hospital. They continued to back up and restore James Bond roughly four times before last year, when a time released explosive capsule implanted in the base of his skull by the North Korean Military killed the previous Bond. They botched his next body, and he received an undoctored set of memories as a result. Furthermore they merged with the original host (a serial killer under constant sedation) personality. He murdered everyone involved with the BIGRAT project and then escaped to the criminal underworld."

Let's get some villains up in here!

He remembered swimming. Camping. Hiking. He remembered suffocating.

There was the nice man, Mr. James. Mr. James took care of Jason. Jason was drowning, Mr. James said, and Mr. James saved him.

Mr. James knew Jason was afraid of the other kids. Jason was ugly. Jason was dumb. Mr. James told Jason that there was a way he would never have to be afraid again. Never hurt. Never be dumb. Never be ugly. First Mr. James gave Jason a mask. "With this mask," Mr. James said, "You are a Hero! Like the Batman. Or Darth Vader." Jason didn't know who Darth Vader was, but he liked the idea of being a super hero.

Mr. James took Jason to a doctor, gave him shots. Made him better. Not Jason was smarter. Could smell better, could hear better. Jason was bigger, stronger. Jason wouldn't have to worry about the kids hurting him. Mr. James had helped Jason, and Jason wanted to help Mr. James. When Mr. James said that people would want to hurt him, like the kids used to hurt Jason, Jason wanted to help.

Mr. James gave Jason a big knife. He said that if any of the mean kids showed up, to use it to make them stop hurting Mr. James. Jason wouldn't let his friend Mr. James down.

>>6974087

"Last week: he remerged. As the head of a gigantic criminal organisation rivaling anything SPECTRE, COBRA or the Claw could ever ope to achieve. We can now link him to the global spate of kidnapped scientists as well as mystical artifacts the world. We don't know what he's up to, but if it's bad news: only you can stop him. This mission is fully funded by the Knight foundation, and I think you'll be suprised at the level of support they can muster."

That's all I got.

Gordon Gekko is laundering Bond's money.

Some people will do anything for money.

John Kreese was known for having a special way with troubled kids. Parents loved him because he could take even the most rebellious kid and settle them down, give them a purpose, take them to the dojo and work out their frustrations on wooden practice dummies or on their fellow students. If a couple kids went missing here or there after a training session, well, most people never missed the ones from the wrong side of the track, and the dojo won all sorts of awards at state and regional tournaments. Winners made their own rules.

Winners made all the cash, too.

They started out paying him to learn, but once they'd learned all the ways to fight, that's when the real dough started coming in. The oldest kids, the ones on the cusp of manhood, he selected to accompany him on special jobs. Protecting this guy as he made a dropoff somewhere, for example; beating another guy up and delivering a message, for another. By then, the kids liked it. They loved the feeling when they made their knuckles bleed on some loser's head or jawbone. And they kept winning. Kreese shared the money, and the dojo kept getting bigger, kept getting more press, began getting noticed in shadier circles as well as the legitimate ones.

Kreese didn't really care where Bond got the money. Neither did the boys. They were the best of the best in amateur martial arts--they had taken down guys with guns before, after all, and this promised to be no different. The Cobra Kai would send some guys home in body bags if they had to, as long as they got paid.

>>6974277

Win.

Also, are GI Joe from the 80's?

If so, is there any way we could combine them with the Joe 90 references made in >>6974087 or would that be too much of a stretch?

>>6974277
Fuck. Yes. These are the henchmen! These are the fodder! Jesus christ, this is exactly what Bond needs!

>>6974295

In fact, we DEFINATELY need to merge the two, simply so we can have JOE soldiers with specialised knowledge implanted directly into their brains - because knowing is half the battle.

The sound of rotor blades tore open his eyes with a shot of adrenaline. At first he thought it was just another one of the dreams. Another night spent writhing fitfully under the blended memories of those countless days in the jungle. But the sound persisted even after his heartbeats faded from his ears. Had they found him again? Could they really have tracked him this far into the endless forests of the pacific northwest? After everything he'd done to disappear?

It took less than an hour to prepare. He was huddled under a small man sized trench beneath a rotted log. Dried leaves and pine needles covering his head and mud caked over his face. He had heard the copter land some distance away, but couldn't think of any clearing open enough to accommodate something that size. Then the figure appeared.

The trenchcoat was far too light a color to keep the visitor hidden, even in this dense forest at night. The footfalls came heavy, as though this person weighed a great deal more than they appeared. This only made the pitfall more effective when they stepped onto it. The sharpened branches snapped shut like a venus flytrap, failing to take the intruders head off but managing to pin their neck and arms in place. He was on them in a second, knees on the shoulders and his trusty knife at the throat.

"Rambo?" the figure under him asked, in a surprisingly light hearted tone, "John Rambo? I have a message for you."

And then the man's hat opened like a jewlery box, producing a white glove holding a sealed letter.

>>6970461
This is stupidly awesome

lord, I thank you for this early christmas present.

Another squawk over the radio. William didn't even pick it up to report in, they already knew the situation.

"Damn, wuzzat, the like, eighth kid from the area Billy??" Axel asked.

"Yeah. More than just a coincidence, Axel. Let's roll out."

Another night of patrol. Another story of a missing kid. Lots of kids have been turning up missing. Some of them turn up dead. Lots of petty robbery, more than usual. Its not the same neighborhood it used to be.

Foley and Rosewood were on the case; Someone's been kidnapping kids and brainwashing them, and those someones were gonna pay. Hell or highwater, gunshot or banana peel, the cops of Beverly Hills were on the job.

Little did they know, things were a lot more complicated then simple kidnapping...

>>6970461

>>6974573
Maybe playing in a club for a cameo. The Wyld Stallions rock hard.

Can someone list a bunch of 80s characters worth converting? My memories of TV watched as a kid is pretty dim and it's 2am so I'm too lazy to wiki "80s TV shows" and try to find something, but I'd be happy trying to update them if pointed in the right direction though.

>>6974642
I'm just posting them as I think of them. Teen Wolf, Jason and Foley are all mine, based on movies I remember.

Baldwin P. Vess was not the sort of man that you took lightly. Then again, anyone walking around with a hunk of polycarbonate and steel where his chest should be fits that category fairly well, but for Vess it was a descriptor that applied long before the augmentation surgery - something about his voice, about the way he carried himself, something that spoke to the subconscious. And right now, he was not happy.

"Metro City is under my jurisdiction. If there was to be any foreign investig-"

"Technically, we're not foreign."

"Explain the gendarme, then." He stuck a thumb in the direction of the other cyborg in the room. Jean Paul just chuckled, still examining the elaborate diorama of the new city center.

"What my esteemed..." Brown pushed his way to the desk, scooting Jones and the desk chair aside. "...associate means to say, is that we represent an international, interjurisdictional, and interdisciplinary body. Any attempt at getting investigations done via the normal methods would require years of red tape."

"Years."

"Assuming a full department of file clerks and a 40 hour workweek, at least one and a half, including all the after-investigation files." Vess stared blankly.

"Beauracracy isn't my concern here."

"No. Your concern is the man who is about to take the actual city center... and reduce it to as many molecules are contained in the model, minus the pleasing arrangement."

"If what you say is anywhere near correct. You haven't brought any-"

"Right, look, we're not getting anywhere talking. Just come along with us, and if we're lying, you can stuff us in the pen come Wednesday, alright?" MacLeod spouted, obviously a little bit put off by the delay.

"Fine. But I warn you... one step out of line... and you're all in the slammer." As they walked towards the door, Jones leaned in, and muttered something in Brown's ear.

"Now I know why you told Carmen to stay in the cab."

>>6974591

I would think that possession of a functional time machine would be ample grounds to recruit the 2 of them. Both sides would want control over time itself!

Someone do this, I can't write worth shit.

DOLEMITE IS MY NAME,

FUCKING UP MOTHERFUCKERS IS MY GAME!

Frank Dux, the creator of F.A.S.S.T, the deemed the world's greatest martial artist since he won the Kumite.
Though blinded in his final battle, he senses are honed to a razor's edge.
Frank's complete Focus allow him to see his goal, even while blinded and strike with unerring accuracy with the force of a nuclear punch.
Frank is a man of Action, powerful, wise, heroic even, he isn't one for standing around when theres business to attend to or butt that needs kicking.
Frank is possessed of an almost unearthly level of Skill, able to fend off 10 armed opponents while blinded using only 3 fingers.
Frank doesn't just win battles with his strength and skill, but his mind, Frank can devise a winning Strategy planning 100 steps ahead, even if he seems to be losing, he is only a few steps away from winning.
Frank is not a loner however, he is a team leader, he has complete trust and faith in his group and his Tactics will keep them alive if they put their faith in his style F.A.S.S.T. and with Frank at their side, James Bond will be going down fast.

Jerrica walked through the halls of Starlight House. It was late, and no lights were on, she didn't need any, though, she knew these halls very, very well.

Turning down what appeared to be a dead end hall, she looked around quickly before walking straight into a section of wall, passing through the illusion with barely a second thought.

There on the far end of the nearly empty room, stood Synergy. One of the greatest supercomputers of her time, Synergy could create illusions far beyond the capabilities of anything else. Sight, smell, touch, taste, and hearing, Synergy could fool all the senses of the human body, create these illusions anywhere int he world, and for most of her life, Jerrica had squandered her abilities creating a rock band.

A woman dressed all in purple appeared in front of the computer, Synergy's persona she took on. She hadn't changed in all the years they'd known each other.

"Synergy?" Jerrica called out.

"Yes, Jerrica?" The woman responded.

"It's time, you've been with me long enough. They need you now. We've done well together, but I'll manage on my own. I feel there's someone you should meet." Jerrica said, as she stepped back outside the illusory wall, coming back in with a tall man in a gray trenchcoat.

He bowed deeply. "Pleased to meet you, Ma'am. Jerrica has told me about you." A white gloved hand came out of his hat, extending to shake her illusory one. "I hope we can get along."

>>6974731
Good guys have Doc Brown, don't think time travel is being used here.

"Oh, James," she cooed, brushing full, sensual lips down the rim of his ear to lightly cup his earlobe for a moment. "Vhy must you spend so much time avay from me verking? There must be times vhen we play togezaa, yes?"

James favored her with one of his charming smiles, his hand tracing its way around the curve of her hip up her waist, luxuriating in the feel of the warm skintight leather. "My lovely Anastasia, I can't stand being away from you for a single moment. But you know how work can come at any moment."

"I'd much razzah make you come at any moment, James," she breathed, pressing herself into his chest and luxuriating in a deep kiss, all as her hand dipped down to the hidden Egyptian artifact that he had stuck in his back pocket, sneaking it instead to the couch cushions.

It wasn't that she didn't really love James. Of course she did: he was handsome, articulate, intelligent, and lacked any and all scruples. But a girl had to always know what everyone was up to. Knowledge was power, after all, and the more she could find out, the better position it would put her into when it came time to choose sides.

After all, Bond needed a Bond girl... but she was more than just another pretty face. She was a Baroness, and she had her own fangs to consider.

Rocky Balboa is a medical marvel. Ten years ago, after winning his match against Ivan Drago, he was diagnosed with a cerebral injury that left him two steps away from death. Last year, he was nearly unfit to fight, between severe joint calcification, arthritis, and bone spurs.

Today, after his fight with Mason "The Line" Dixon, he is in better shape than when he started boxing. The bone spurs are gone, the calcification has vanished, his muscle tone and organ function are higher than they've ever been, and there are no signs that the brain damage was ever there. The doctors were stumped. Rocky, on the other hand, summed it up thusly:

"Some people are just born to fight. Guess this means I'm one of `em."

>>6974737

It's being done by whoever the eloquent Anon who is actually writing stuff is. One of his protagonists is Connor MacLeod.

To be honest, there is virtually nothing that needs to be done to make Highlander plausible.

>>6974833
There are at least two Anons writing, possibly three.

Me and some of the folks I know are supplying a potential cast, but some magic wizard is doing some plotwork, and its wonderful. I wish I could hug all of you, and possibly go down on one or two of you.

The humans had come for his help. It was not the first time, but it would not be the last. A top member of their race had gone missing, rogue, and was a great danger to them all. He understood their plight. After all, hadn't Megatron done the same thing as well? The humans helped him defeat Megatron, it was only fitting that he honor their help by assisting in their time of need. This...Bond...had made a powerful enemy today. He stood up.

"Autobots, roll out!"

>>6974853

My apologies. I was under the impression that the Anon doing all the plot-writing was the same. I didn't mean to imply that anyone writing characters up wasn't doing a good job of it or anything.

Anyway, I have to go sleep, but I hope this thread is either still here or archived tomorrow. Thanks to the OP for a fun time.

>>6973415
The Games were eighties, the cartoon of Carmen happened in the nineties. Just so's you know.

Why is it that when you take Inspector Gadget and turn him brooding and French, he instantly becomes a badass? This is genuinely frightening.

>>6974939
were made in the 90's but were 80's in spirit, you know it to be true

>>6974277

COBRA Kai you say? I think it needs to be a front for training COBRA operatives. The students all get funneled into Cobra eventually.

>>6974985 I do agree. Didn't mean to offend.

>>6974918
>>6974901

Parting gift before I go, although not story'd:

Have the Allspark be a self-aware AI in control of a von Neumann fleet, and the various Transformers be its creations sent to map out the universe and catalogue all sentients. Both Decepticons and Autobots long ago lost contact with the Allspark and a civil war erupted between those who believed in quiet observation and those who believed in forcefully guiding other sentients onto the path of illumination when Megatron became the leader of the Decepticons and changed their focus to subjucation rather than enlightenment, and the Autobots decided to actually fight them, choosing Optimus as their leader.

The reason Transformers can change into vehicles and objects is because they're essentially conscious nanite swarms. When they find a planet inhabited by sufficiently advanced sentients, they scan their vehicles and then give themselves the ability to change from a humanoid robot form into whatever vehicle they want. They can alter this at will, although they tend to pick one form for the sake of simplicity. They were originally designed thus to spy on sentients without making their presence known, but it's proven a useful talent for hiding the existence of their war from other races.

Well, until Optimus Prime decided to reveal all of this to the inhabitans of Earth, of course; the weakened Autobots needed the autochtons' help fighting off the Decepticon armada due to the strategic importance of Earth and its fuel reserves.

A terrible thought occurs to me. Bond should kidnap the Ultimate Warrior and fuse the undying spirits of the greatest warlords in history to him, making the lie of his name a horrible truth.

>>6974991

Cobra Kai should be the Hitl- er, COBRA Youth.

>>6975066

Oh god...

>>6975106
Getting flashbacks to the Warrior comics yet?

"We need to talk," said Gadget from the door. Brown turned his head from his papers and frowned.

"Could it wait for later? I'm on the cusp of a breakthrough. If these calculations are correct, we should only need 30 grams of plutonium per..."

"No, Doc, it can't wait." His hands flexed into fists in his pockets. "It's about the robot. I don't think we should trust it."

"Him, Gadget. He may not have chromosomes, but he refers to himself as male. You're the same way, you know." He set down the pencil and turned in his chair, his face blank.

"...I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that. I have a source that claims we can't trust it. Someone I'm inclined to...say, when'd you get this tape deck?" Gadget raised and eyebrow and picked up the blue cassette player from Brown's desk. "Looks new."

"Oh, that? I found it on the street. Saw it still worked and kept it around. Even had a Huey Lewis and the News tape in it," he replied, reaching up to pull the music player from the Inspector's gloved hands. "So, you have a source, eh? And who would that be?"

"I can't disclose that, Brown. Apologies."

"Do you have a direct order from Mr. Red to drop him?"

The inspector narrowed his eyes. "No."

"Then we have nothing further to discuss. I suggest you get used to your new parter, inspector. Mr. Megatron will be a useful ally against Bond."

Got room for a little more?

>>6975133
So is the Huey Lewis tape Ravage, or Laserbeak?

>>6975169

OH SHIT HE SHOULD SNEAK INTO THE TIME MACHINE AND BLAST "POWER OF LOVE" AS HE HIJACKS IT

>>6975196
this should be post btf but where clara has the train under autobot security

>>6975242

...what are the possibilities of the Transformers using the DeLorean or the train as their alt-modes?

Don't forget that the first Batman movie was made in 1989.

An ex cop, legally dead, given a new name and face by a secret agency. His martial arts training has given him seemingly superhuman abilities. He is said to have dodged bullets and walked on water.

>>6975278
Sorry to disappoint...

"Ah, yesss... Mr. Bonhd", Hans Gruber eyed the unassuming James Bond. "I hear you are looking for partners to assist you with your venturesss..."
"I have my application hereee...", Hans handed over his application filled with all the bank jobs, hostile takeovers, and small countries he had destroyed or sold, "...I have several, condemnations from world leaders."
"I have been looking to moving up from direct micromanagement to more of an overhead managerial poistionnn...", Hans commented trying to make small talk with Mr. Bond.
"I...was hoping for an interior office, one away from any windows..." Hans hung his head in shame, "...I had an accident a long time ago, victim of my rival, McClane!"
"I have many fronts that can be used to divert attention, and...I can be your fall guy...to put it wittingly." Hans chuckled to himself as Bond raised his eyebrows to the pun.
"We'll be in contact, Mr.Gruber" Bond waved away Hans, and moved into the back room where Hans saw the foxy Baroness lying in wait on Bond's bed, Hans commented silently to himself "...there's really no need, since I already have someone watching your every move...".

>>6975260
you know i thought about that when i was a little kid i had a whole fucking hueg notebook full of my crossover ideas like some fat yaoi girl.

>>6975281

FUCK YEAH REMO WILLIAMS

Oh shit. CURE needs to be behind everything the good guys do. EVERYTHING.

Hold on, I'm trying to figure out how to shoehorn KISS in here.

>>6975362
kiss had the shit knocked out of them by remo williams and are like the dreadnoks

>>6975396
and NOBODY likes peter criss

>>6975307

I can picture Bond hiring every supervillain possible just to keep them scheming against each other. They all nominally have the same rank, but the reality is that their level of control and power inside the company shifts depending on how well their various schemes pay off.

>>6975281
>>6975319

Aaron, I know ONE of these is you. You could SMELL this thread couldn't you?

>>6975281

Chiun fighting Optimus Prime.

Iunno, Transformers? I liked the grimdark atmosphere we had going on, to suddenly add giant robots feels a little cheap. And this is coming from someone who approves of Doc Brown being Q.

>>6975426
yes, bond would do that, keep your friends close, but your enemies closer, why else is he fucking baroness?

Waitaminute... Repo Man was released in 1984.

>>6975450

...tits?

I figure some comedy characters are okay since we're reimagining them, so here is a list of potentional awesome:

Crocodile Dundee
Wayne Szalinski (Honey I Shrunk the Kids)
Jareth the Goblin King (Bowie, Labyrinth)
Mad Max
The gang from the Police Academy
Mumm-Ra
Lion-O too if you're a faggot
The Terminator
Alan "Dutch" Schaefer and Michael Harrigan from the Predator movies. Predator too? Ah hell throw them in there somewhere!
Rick Deckard

go wild

Are you kidding? The Baroness would be the fucking ULTIMATE Bond Girl.

>>6975450
Because we had a severe lack of Bond girls. This IS a Bond story, that's why

I don't think adding shapeshifting robots is necessary. There's plenty of source material here and interesting change-ups; Ultimately we're going to have to have Prime and Megatron, and this isn't a Transformers thread, it started as a Bond game.

>>6975450

Because he's Bond? He does seem to have a habit of seducing the various villainesses he comes across for no better reason than to seduce them.

>>6975537
The Sword of Omens was already mentioned - the one that Carmen almost grabbed.

>>6975556
Oh! Now I get it, I didn't make that connection at all.
Still, that's only a sword, it's not Mumm-Ra.

"You've gotta be kidding me," Scott said. The way in had been easy enough: Gadget had a ladder built into his hat and a screwdriver hand, so the vent had been easy. Since Scott was the scrawniest there he'd volunteered to climb in.

"Be careful, kid." Gadget said, the only words of encouragement. Scott had made it inside of the compound easily enough and found more mazes of flat walls and locked doors. He snuck down the hallway easily enough, or so he thought.

The guy stunk of stagnant pools; He was built like a brick shithouse. Scott threw one punch and regretted it, it felt like the guy's abdomen was made of steel. He was recoiling from almost breaking his hand when he barely had time to dodge the giant knife that came downward towards him.

"Alright, that's it!" Scott said, letting the change happen again. Fur grew, teeth sharpened, claws appeared. He took a swipe at the big guy and came away with clothing and skin that felt like leather. Black blood spilled out of the wound and that giant knife came back down. Scott barely slipped out of the way, thanks to his better-than-normal reflexes in his combat form.

He took a flying leap and swiped at the thing's head, knocking clear the hockey mask he was wearing. Scott regretted it.

"Oh, well, no wonder you're so pissed..." He said to himself, looking for a way out.

>>6975537
Sarah was a good girl, no matter what everyone else says.

It all started when the owl-man took her brother. She had wished and wished, and the owl-man took Toby away. The owl-man loves Sarah, and will do ANYTHING for her. This makes Sarah a very happy little girl, because the owl-man that loves her is also a powerful magic man. He goes dancing with Sarah sometimes. At first she thought the owl-man was a bad man because he was mean, but he loves Sarah, and Sarah is a good girl, so he must me a good man.

He took Toby away, and that made Sarah very happy, but it made Sarah's parents very sad. Then they got angry at Sarah, because they thought SHE made Toby go away. They told her that Toby had drowned-ed in the bath. But Sarah knew better. She was a good girl, and she was sad that her parents were lying and making her feel bad. So she asked for the pretty owl-man to take her parents, away, too! That way, they can be with Toby!

The owl-man showed up and took Sarah back to the labyrinth, where she played with her friends while he took her parents away to be with Toby. And when she got back, her parents were gone, and she was happy again!

Doc was tired, being worked harder than normal trying to fix this, build one of that, make something that does something. Tired. Oh, so tired. He slumped back in his chair, and sighed.

Gadget was a robot, robots needed maintenance, Optimus was a robot, again, robots needed maintenance, the Delorean was a machine, Synergy was a machine.

"Great Scott, I'm surrounded by them. Far too many jigawatts for one man." Doc said, looking at the screwdriver in his hand, turning it over listlessly.

"Maybe I can be of some assistance?" A deep voice said behind him.

Doc jumped up in his chair, turning around quickly. Behind him stood a large, black panther, standing on two legs. Doc rubbed his eyes. There were always things new to him popping up these days. "Pleased to meet you, I'm Doctor Emmett Brown." He said, extending his hand.

The large panther took his hand, his hand dwarfing Doc's. "I'm Panthro, they brought me here to help you out, said you were more than a little swamped in work. Looks like they were right."

Panthro looked around. "It's rather late, I can take over from here, just point me at something you haven't started on, I can get to work. I know better than anyone that too many chefs spoil the broth."

"I think Optimus wanted me to fix one of those... things... over there." Doc said, pointing toward the corner. "Said it was a simple enough job, just reconnecting something. I haven't looked at it."

"Hah, alright! I'll get to work, you get some rest." Panthro said, laughing. "And don't worry, I won't touch the samophlange." Panthro said, smiling.

Doc looked at him confused for a moment, found the smile infectious and gave Panthro a tired grin. "I have no idea what you mean, but thank you." He patted the big cat on the back, and went to bed.

>>6975763
Spoiler: Panthro is a hallucination. Doc Brown's sanity has finally slipped.

I'm going to talk my DM into running this, if at all possible.

>>6975864
I think it would be interesting, for fucking sure. Just not RIFTS.

We need a drawfag in here. Some of this is awesome.

>>6975864
I think it would be interesting, for fucking sure. Just not RIFTS.

We need a drawfag in here. Some of this is awesome.

>>6975894
HELL. YES.
If nothing else, just for the obligatory BADASS GROUP SHOT.

>>6975905
I know. Could you imagine the good guys standing with the menacing look? It'd be awesome. Someone! Call a drawfag in here!

>>6975426
This would make an epic campaign/series of stories/tv show/damn near anything.

I feel we need Ash Williams up in this bitch, I tried to writefag some shit but I'm too hung over

>>6975755
After that, Sarah started going into the Labyrinth more often. She would dance with the pretty magic man, and she would play with AAAALLLLLLL her friends.

Sometimes, she would go away for days at a time, and when she got back, things were very different. Sometimes, she would come back from the Labyrinth and she'd be somewhere she'd never been before. Sometimes, she would be very tired and very dirty when she got back. She would sometimes be confused, but she was always so happy!

One time, she went to the Labyrinth, and she didn't come back for a very, very long time. When she got back, things were very, very different, and very, VERY bad. She was strapped to a bed in a white room, and there were mean people wearing white clothes and lying to her. They used big words and tried to confuse Sarah. And they said she had been a very, very, VERY bad girl.

The pills tasted so yucky.

Jack stood up, sweat beading off his face. The heat from the blast had been intense. His truck lay in ruins. That explosion was meant for him, and aside from a few scratches, he'd avoided all of the shrapnel. Lucky.
Jack coughed.
"A little firecracker ain't enough to take out ol' Jack"
Footsteps sounded out from the shadowy alley behind him.
"No, it looks like some dogs just won't die. I'll have to do this the hard way. You should have just delivered the weapons"
Jack squinted into the darkness, just making out the face of the man from the bar yesterday.
"Son of a bitch, I already apologized nicely for dumping those peashooters in the river."
A gun emerged from the folds of the thugs coat, and pointed itself at Jack.
"Unfortunately, at S.P.E.C.T.R.E, sorry doesn't cut it."
Suddenly the man groaned and slumped over.
Wang Chi held out his hand to help Jack up.
"Looks like I finally get to pay you back. We've got to get out of here Jack, Chinatown isn't safe anymore"
"Wang, this doesn't mean you're outta that debt you owe me."
"The check is in the mail, pal."

>>6975985
She also couldn't go to the Labyrinth anymore, and that made Sarah very sad. And the pretty owl-man, Jareth... he wouldn't come see her and dance with her anymore. She was worried that he didn't love her anymore.

But one day, Sarah did a smart thing. She only PRETENDED to swallow the yucky pills, and even though she knew it was a bad thing, she lied to the doctor people. She was sick for a while, but then, one day, the pretty owl-man came back to her. She went back into the Labyrinth for a while, and when she came back, she was free!

She felt funny, and she was all cut up in places, but she was free, and that made her happy.

One day, a nice man in a fancy suit and a serious voice talked to her. He reminded her of her daddy. She missed her daddy- she had not seen him for such a long time. He told her he knew about the special powers the Goblin King Jareth gave her. He said that if Sarah helped him, the fancy suit man would make it so she could stay in the Labyrinth forever.

This made Sarah very happy, so she said Yes. She felt good to be helping the nice man. Because she was a very good girl.

"An informant?"

"Best in the city."

"Excuse me if I'm less than enthused with the area." Jean Paul looked around and grimaced. He knew that the best informants were from tawdry areas, but this was... not so bad. Just very industrial. Laundries, a small thai restaurant, and several butchers warehouses. "So where is this place?" He glanced down at the scrip of paper. "There's 122, and there's 124... I don't see any 122 1/8."

"You're standing on it." Indy bent down, rapping on the sewer grate.

"Payment?" A voice issued out. The man laughed and reached back into the car, pulling out the bag.

"Three supreme, one pepperoni-mushroom with creamy garlic." He lifted the grate a bit, and a leathery hand reached up, grabbing it. "S'okay?"

"S'aright." The hand darted back out, holding a sheaf of photographs, and was gone.

"Who... what..."

"Raph. He's a good kid, just a little rough around the edges." He flipped through the polaroids, and grimaced. "Well... shit."

"How bad is it?"

"They're-recruiting-ninjas bad."

"That's practically a requisite nowadays."

"They're-recruiting-competent-ninjas bad."

"I retract my statement."

Gentlemen, behold!

>>6976094
FUCK YEEEEEESSSSSSS

I was trying to think of how to bring the Turtles in but couldn't think of anything. You are an artisan, mein freund.

>>6976148
And the best part is that with RIFTS, you don't have to convert `em. :3

Snake Plissken, need I say anymore?

>>6976158
And in RIFTS, Transformers are MDC and kill every one of the bad guys in a hit. RIFTS sucks. Don't use robots. Let's keep it human or demi-human, people.

Also, I'm not OP, so... yeah.

>>6976181
I thought about it, but he comes from an entirely different world. Same for Mad Max. Both would be interesting, but they're not from 1980, they're from Apocalyptic Future. =/

>>6976183
Is RIFTS that bad? I know a guy that wants to run a campaign, and I've never had a chance to join a group before.

>>6976204
Two damage types: SDC and MDC

1000 SDC = 1 MDC, doesn't matter because SDC can't do damage to MDC things/creatures/whatever.

SDC is normal weaponry, humans, that sort.

1 MDC = 1000 SDC. A single point of MDC damage outright kills an SDC creature. If Robocop has 10,000,000 SDC hit dice, Optimus Prime can flick him and kill him. MDC is super-structures, supernatural creatures and the like.

I'm being general, but yeah, RIFTS basically translates into "Everyone grab the biggest MDC weapon/armor/creature and play it."

It'd be like playing a World of Darkness game and everyone having the option to use Aggravated Damage from the door, and keep in mind that all of your enemies and bad guys WILL use the best-available weapon. I've never enjoyed RIFTS.

>>6976000
>>6973821
FUCK YEAR JOHN MCCLANE AND JACK BURTON

>>6976236
Hmm, well the GM mentioned he was going to restrict some things and only let us play balanced classes, so I'll still give it a shot.

>>6976266
Playing a small game isn't bad, but really getting into the World-Spanning parts of RIFTS requires everyone to be rocking the best weapons and armor around, otherwise you literally just die. Its like every RIFTS book that gets released is purely to out-damage the shit of the previous book, and RIFTS has about a 100 supplements.

Good luck, never enjoyed it myself. My Magic Templar dude got into a fight with a dragon that was /born/ with like, 2500 MDC. I did 1d6 MDC. \o/

Rifts is horrible because when your human gets hit by a missile they die.

>>6976312
>Rifts is horrible because when you get hit by a MDC knife on the pinky your human explodes into a fine red mist

>>6976133
"Kali ma...Kali ma...Kali MA, shakthi deh!" Mola Ram chanted over and over as the Chakra Stone's began to luminesce with their inner power, dark energies swirled invisibly through the room, the quaint fire place in Bond's office sputtered in protest. "Kali ma...KALI M--"
Mr.Bond placed a firm hand on Mola Ram's shoulder, "Fancy, but for all that flash you've got no..." Bond glanced over to his Baroness, "Bang."
"I will tear your heart OUT of your chest Mr. Bond!" Mola Ram stood up spinning on Bond, but found himself face to face with one of Kleese's goons, "Bali Mangthi Kali Ma! Shakthi Degi Kali Ma! Kali Ma...".
Ram raked out for the goon's chest, clutching his pectoral in a death grip razor sharp nails digging in, a look of pain and terror was etched across the goon's face as Ram held his heart up to the goon, and immolated it in unholy fire.
"Yes Mr.Bond, I am quite talented, Kali has blessed me with her power, which I will use for you, if you help me retrieve the rest of the Chakra Stones, and kill that despicable Indiana Jones."
The goon's corpse burst into flame on the floor, leaving nothing but an ashen outline to remember his existence by, "I want to see Mr. Jones BURN!! AHAHAHAHAAHA!"
James Bond chuckled with his new found lackey, "Heh heh, heh. It seems we've come to an arrangement then Mola Ram," Bond poured himself a martini, "I hope you put your heart into it."

We need more good guys gone bad.

>>6976343

Excellent Bond line. . . Lol doesn't cover it

>>6976510
Yeah, a lot of the writing in this thread has been awesome, just for how it's captured the feel of the characters.

So this whole memory implant plot that OP mentioned, is that just something he came up with? I haven't seen any of the Bond movies with the latest actor.

>>6976395
It had ended in bloodshed. A shoot-out that was too common anymore, standard. He'd always said that he was too old for this shit, but no one expected Roger Murtough to go out in a blaze of fire. Fatally wounded in the line of duty.

Riggs never recovered. The force's counselor didn't help, and the guilt never went away.

"Mr. Riggs," came the smooth british voice over the phone. "I know you have some problems with the way things ended for your partner."

"Shut the fuck up," Riggs spat. "You don't know the half of it."

"Oh, but I do. I know that the crooks that you and your partner wound up facing were previously encountered by the Robocop. You know of him?"

"That tin can of a policeman? Yeah, everyone knows of him. The best there is, with none of the personality. Buncha wasted money that should have gone to better vests, or better radios, or more cops."

"Spare me the politics, Mr. Riggs. I'm only here to ask you if you want revenge."

There was a long beat. Rigg's thought were clouded by the whiskey, but the answer was something that came from deep down.

"Yeah. I don't care about the money, or the job, or anything else. Just let me take down the trash can that got us into this mess."

"Very well, Mr. Riggs. We'll be in touch."

>>6976577
It's a way to account for the change in body, but not personality for the most part, and how he is so damn good, and why he gets all the women, the original bond was a super stud, all the others have been given a portion of his gift.
TLDR: plot device by op

I demand "Flight of the Navigator" be represented. Preferably in a villainous light.

>>6976595
Only source I know of is the Halo novels. Scientists and the like had their brains Flash-cloned and put into AIs. Cortana is a cloned-personality of Dr. Halsley (iirc) who is very much alive in the book series, last I read. Not completely original in concept, but damn fine plot hook for the OP. Kudos.

>>6976622
Metroid did it too. I forget if that was before or after Halo.

Anastasia smiled as she let the cell phone click closed. Gruber may think he had her bought, but things were never quite that simple. She entwined a long leg around James's thigh. "So simple, love," she sighed, running an arm back through her luxurious expanse of hair. "He alvays tinks he has ze upper hand."

James smirked coldly, their eyes locked. "And I'm keeping tabs on that... team that my former colleagues think they can send for me. A washed-up cyborg? A lunatic inventor? A thief too weak to get her hands dirty? And a teenager badly in need of a shave, hmpf..."

"No match for us," the Baroness assured him silkily. "I already haff some men going over to ze cyborg's place. I heard he has a key weakness."

"Oh?" Bond arched an eyebrow, intrigued.

"Yes, it seems he has a leetle girl... his niece...." The Baroness grinned widely. "Perhaps vonce she is in our hands, he vill become more... tractable."

"I like the way you think," James purred, swirling his cocktail glass. "Let's extend our offer of hospitality to this niece of his via some of the Cobra Kai boys."

The Baroness hid a smile behind a sip of James's martini. Well, at least one half of the name "Cobra Kai" was correct....

>>6976594
Oh fuck yes.

>>6976767
I figured he was definitely the right sort of "Good guy gone bad." Anyone else got an archetype they'd like to see written?

Max, as he had come to refer to himself, studied the man before him. He was fairly average for a human, Max was not a good judge of character, though, and he realized this. He wasn't going to judge this book by it's cover.

"I can get you a new Navigator, I can promise you that, and probably more." Bond said, looking around the ship. It was more than he could have possibly hoped, he would have this, and he would definitely put it to good use.

"All I need is a new navigator, you will suffice for the time being, Navigator, but our goals do not coincide, you humans have always leaked." Max stated, sliding across the room to check on one of his specimens. It was acting up again, it had been since this Bond gentleman had entered the room. "I need a Navigator that will keep my star charts safe, one that will not deteriorate, one that will be... eternal."

Bond chuckled, his eyes glowing in the red light coming from Max. "I can promise you that, and more, as I said before. This navigator I will bring you? He is more than just a mere Gadget."

>>6976858
Fuck yes.

>>6976787
I think the opposite would be good as well, a bad guy that got pushed out of the way, or didn't like the way Bond was running things and switched sides (it used to be about honor and respect, etc.)

>>6976858

Wiiiiin!

"Mr... er... Wright?" said the man standing at the airport in san francisco, the flight having just arrived from japan. The old, bearded scientist smiled as a large greenish robot behind him hauled a large case off the jet "Doctor Light, actually, but it's a common mistranslation." The besuited man smiled and looked at the case "i understand that you recieved the invitation, and from your luggage, you have agreed to work with the league?" The doctor nodded "I've brought my creation, the one that has come so famous for his work saving japan against the robot menace." The besuited man stepped forward, drew his gun, and emptied a clip into doctor light's forehead before he could respond "Perfect. Your "Mega Man" would have been quite the problem in the hands of the league.... perhaps we can change his mind about it."

Which accent is Bond using? Moore, Connery, Brosnan?

>>6976964
has to be connery.

>>6976934
This can only end well when Blues shows up and fucks evil Megaman's shit up. Besides, Doctor Light is a villain, you should know that.

>>6976918
It was better than death. Gadget just didn't understand the concept of hero-to-villain, and as soon as the League got involved, the Inspector was happy to go somewhere else. When one of Claw's bombs went off and destroyed a hospital, there were only normal police around to stop him. Gadget had moved on.

Claw's choices were limited, yet simple. This new threat, this "Bond," was just a man. He was paying for services that Claw usually reserved. He was obtaining weapons from dealers that used to supply Claw. There was only one way to fix the problem.

Dr. Claw would kill the bad man. Then the Inspector would have no one left to investigate, and things could get back to normal.

>>6976594
Riggs. . as a villian of the piece?

I'm in love.

We're on a mission from God.

>>6977177
fuck. yes.

>>6976751

O shit, she's onto Hans...better yet, she's got Hans playing right into her hands, or is it Hans has Baroness thinking he's played right into her hands, which is all according to plan...

I gotta see Evil megaman v Inspectah Gadget

Come on. Imagine the power that mega would get out of it.

I used to think I was on the side of justice, but it was all a big joke. There isn't any justice in this world, just groups of men in power with a monopoly on violence choosing who can use the power of violence, when they use it and the implements they use. I don't fight for any government any more, I used to protect and serve but I dropped the shield a long time ago so I could pick up a second sword.

My partner (who did a good number of the character pieces) just went to bed. Will no brave Anon take up their place and continue to make the 80s cooler?! Will Bond be defeated?! HOW DOES IT ALL END?!

I love this thread so much.

>>6970461
This concept is so awesome I think I sprained my sanity.
Fuck YEAH!

>>6977210

You might be wondering when that change occurred. Well here's a story for you. I conned myself into thinking that by going outside the system to punish the guilty I was some kind of hero. Until I met a kid by the name of James Jones, his friends called him JJ. The kid was a drug dealer and I got sent up to bust him. He got wild with his piece and started barking at me like a mad dog so I put him down. The kick of a .44, there's nothing like it. And that roar, it's like a lion defending it's territory. I shouldn't have heard anything after a shot like that but something made it's way over the din. A scream, a girls scream, it hit me like a 18 wheeler when my brain put two and two together. They rushed out of the closet they had been hiding in, two little girl no more than a year apart the older maybe being 10. They looked at me and I looked at them and I knew I should feel remorse but I felt nothing. Then I felt something else that no human could ever feel in this situation. Relief, I thought to myself 'Thank god, I thought for the sure someone had gotten hit by over-penetration.' That's when I realized what I was. Nothing. I saw my whole world that day for what it was. A lie, just like the words 'protect and serve' on my badge.

That's the thing about the world, the more you see the less you like. Maybe I've gotten old and jaded. I don't know what it is I fight for, maybe my reason are just as empty as I am. Now I just kill for money, I've lost any illusions of justice. Killings a good business these days and private security is a booming market down in South America. The money is good and I'm richer now than I ever dreamed I would be.

I just don't feel lucky anymore.

>>6977221
I just came. Sweet Jesus, that was incredible.

>>6977221
bad cop gone worse?

>>6977210
>>6977221
NO, YOU WILL NOT SULLY THE GOOD NAME THAT IS HARRY MOTHER FUCKING CALLAHAN.

>>6976787
Personally? I want to see The Terminator versus the A Team. Or Robocop, as a kind of... throw... forward... to Terminator 2. Maybe with P.I Magnum thrown in there somewhere too, because Tom Sellack.

>>6977280
>>6977259

Die the hero or live to become the villain.

>>6977311
NO FUCK YOUR PROVERB

>>6977177

Oh, please please please some Writefag this.

The Blues Brothers Show Band signing up since they caused almost a billion dollars in destruction and incited a riot, drop them in a country supporting Bond (secretly) and watch it go up in flame a week.

Delta force them out, repeat with next country.

GLORIUS!

Who could forgot the mighty Reagan? The angrier he gets the stronger he gets!

I am sleep now. It was awesome helping and watching this thread. Night.

>>6977303
I was thinking of Terminator after Dr Light got brought in.
Hero Terminator from T2 against Megaman.

What's autosage rules here? 250? We're getting kinda close, so let me tell you all I love you again before I'm not longer able.

The first movie was released in 1989, so it still counts.

Gordon was tired. More tired than he usually was. Crime was on the rise. There were more robberies, murders, and a kidnappings. The mobs and street gangs, once on the run and on the verge of destruction, had more money to spend than God. Gordon knew his men were brave and stalwart, but not even they could do much against military-grade body armor, AK-47's with teflon coated armor piercing rounds, and even APCs! Arkham Asylum and Blackgate were nothing more than smoking craters. Christ, the only thing keeping the city from devolving into full blown anarchy was Him.

Worse yet, this problem wasn't even exclusive to Gotham. Similar reports were cropping up in New York, Los Angeles, Metropolis, and more...

"Uh, sir?"

Gordon looked up to see one of his men at his office door. "What is it?"

"There's someone here to see you."

"Well tell him I'm busy."

"I'm afraid this is rather urgent matter." A voice Gordon didn't recognize filled the room.

>>6977653
"Who the hell are you?" Gordon demanded.

"That's not important." The man wore a large trenchcoat and hat, its brim obscuring his face. However, what unnerved Gordon was the subtle, machine-like movements the man made. They were nearly unnoticeable, but still jarring on a subconsious level. The man then handed Gordon a sealed letter. "This is for Him."

"Who?"

"Don't try to play dumb. We know you're working with Him, and how you two stay in contact. Give him this letter right away. And try not to open it yourself. It'll self destruct if you do."

With that, the man exited the office, leaving Gordon with the letter. It was a plain, white letter with nothing on it except for one word.

BATMAN

>>6977210
I hear ya.

OP here.

DAAAAY-UMN.
I didn't expect this to go epic, guys. Thanks!

>>6976000
>>6974046
I thought i would make it through the whole damn thread without seeing either of these. Thank you so much /tg/, you have made my night.

When did Zorro come out?

Bond eyed the man in front of him as he sipped his Martini. The mad genius certainly looked the part. His hair was unruly on his balding egg head. A bristly mustache poked out under his pointed nose.

"I understand you have a proposition for me doctor?"

"You vill be needing an army of soldiers if you vish to enforce your rule, Mr Bond. I can build you such an army"

Bond put down his glass and sighed, eyeing the blueprint on his desk.

"I prefer subtler methods, Wily. I only get rough when the situation calls for it."

He raised an eyebrow to the Baroness across the room.

"Subtlety only works to a point. My soldiers don't need to eat or sleep, and can be deployed in an instant... should de situation call for it... and when dat day comes, everyone will know the genius of Doctor Wily!"

The schematics did look impressive if a little unbelievable, and Wily was the sort of lunatic Bond knew he could control.

"Deployed in an instant? How do they work?

"My satellites vill coordinate all of de robots by means of a central control system, dat you vould be in charge of."

"What system would that be?"

"Skynet."

>>6977739
It has been an honor and a pleasure, sir.

Super-Gadget, with a random roll table for what powers are available this epi- adventure?

"Thank you for coming on such short notice," Mr. Red said. "I'm afraid I have some very bad news."

"Worse than the usual?" Penny asked.

"Much, much worse. Early this morning, COBRA agents broke into the Warehouse."

"THE Warehouse?" Jones asked. Red nodded.

"What is the Warehouse?" Robocop asked.

"It's a dumping ground for everything paranormal, extraterrestrial, or just plain dangerous that the government owns," Jones told him. "Present company excepted, of course. What did they take?"

"One crate, recovered from the Tunguska site in 1903," he pressed a button and the screen behind him lit up with an image. A leathery, ovoid shape, tapered on one end filled the screen. The top was split in an 'X' shape, but sealed with some sort of mucus or resin. "It's alive, in some kind of suspended animation. Apparently there were others like it that hatched. The survivors recommended that the remaining egg be destroyed immediately. Clearly it wasn't."

"That's it?" Penny asked. "They broke into a secure facility to steal an egg? What's in it."

"According to the notes, the end of the world."

Quick question before the thread closes. would pre or post-movie COBRA be used? I'd think pre since Cobra Commander sort of dies in the movie, and COBRA just isn't the same without Cobra Commander, but it might be cool to have the snake monster things from the movie.

>>6977920
OH Shi-

>>6973554
GO GO GADGET BERZERKER RAGE!

Amazing. Even better than Kriegers.

Should I be disappointed that I didn't watch more TV as a kid?

someone archive this motherfucker

>>6977945
We do not speak of the movie.
There is no movie.

>>6977963
Done quite a while ago.

>>6977807
OH SH--

>>6977974

Was it really *that* bad? I haven't seen it since I was a kid, so naturally my memories of it are tinted by nostalgiaglasses. All I remember is Duke dying or almost dying after he got impaled through the heart by a snake and the serpent people with the organic weapons lead by the guy with the freaky eye implant.

>fucking amazing thread

Oh man, this is gonna be--

>80s

Oh FUCK you. I was born in 1990, I couldn't come up with anything from the 80s if I tried.

Are you sure I can't do anything from the 90's? Mummies Alive! and Mighty Max come to mind right away.

"Pull it TOGETHER, Jean!"

"There's... nothing left..." He chuckled, a humorless, dry sound, just barely louder than the gore dripping from the blades.

"SHE'S ALIVE, YOU IDIOT!" Carmen didn't stop at slapping him - she punched him full-force in the face, and was astonished when the web of steel and death shrunk back before lunging at her...

And stopped short.

"She's..." His contorted face started to relax, as the endless network of steel wire and armature collapsed. "She's alive... she's..."

"She's going to be fine. Now pull yourself together."

"Penny's alive..." He sobbed, and she wondered just how that much steel came from a man-sized body. It shouldn't be possible... just... impossible. For a moment she tried to watch the folding of the arms in the darkness, but each time she did, they started bending in ways that weren't possible. No. No, it had to be an illusion... just a trick of the light. She shoved it out of her mind, as she pulled him closer. He wailed, tears pouring out, and collapsed against her.

"I... what... what have I done..."

"The same damned thing that that idiot with the sword would have done in your shoes. Now let's get out of here."

"The head..."

"What?"

"They said to get his head."

San Diego pulled a pistol from her trenchcoat, and fired again... and again... and again. And then reloaded. By the time three clips were empty, there was nothing left of James Bond above the neck.

"There are some things... that are just... not worth taking."

>>6978065
Yes.
"CobraLaLaLaLaLaLa!"
I apologize to those I just caused to twitch in some sort of GI Joe post-traumatic stress reflex. You can get just about any Joe fan from the time to at least get a pained expression if you spring that on them.

I can go to bed happy now.

"God damn it, get out of here!" shouted Riggs. Scott stood before him, the Teen Wolf, bleeding from the wounds the knife-wielding mutant had inflicted. Riggs was damn near cut in two.

"Why did you save me?! Aren't you the bad guy?!" Scott yelled back, looking warily at the hulking corpse of the one Bond had called "Jason." Carmen, Jean and McClane had all gone forward to catch up with the madman, and Scott had stayed back to finish his previous tussle with the Hockey Mask.

"Just... go. I don't need t'... t'... 'splain m'self t'... t'..." Riggs was going into shock. The Robocop had been put down by his own hands, and there was nothing left for the ex-cop with his partner avenged.

"There's... bomb... Go..." Riggs spat out, his legs jerking against their will. Scott's eyes went wide with the realization. Just like in the movies, these places were always rigged to go up in the end.

"Riggs? RIIIIIGGS?!" Scott screamed, suddenly afraid. He took off down the hallways, looking for a way out. He found a window overlooking the ocean, the oil-drilling platform hundreds of feet from the surface.

"I knew I should have joined the swim team and not the basketball team!" he shouted, throwing himself out with reckless abandon.

"What's the final, Q?" Mr. Red asked.

"We recovered Scott from the scene. The platform had been completely destroyed. No sign of Jean or Carmen. Mr. Murphy's readout ceased about fifteen minutes before the explosion. Connor is believed to have died fighting the one he called 'the Kergan' but he was the sort to go into hiding when we were done anyway."

"What about the Zero Virus? Skynet? Dr. Light?"

"It appears that the one called Rock disabled it. Light has promised to seal away his robots in exchange for not being put away for the rest of forever."

"Jesus, Doc. Was it all worth it?"

"Considering what could have happened if Bond was left unchecked, yes. There's no way he would have remained inert, he had to be taken care of." Emmett Brown looked at his chalkboard, at all of his calculations and sighed. "I just wish there was a way to go back and fix it all from the start... Prevent all of this from happening..."

***
The ebon-haired vixen dimmed the lights, smiling ruby lips at her phone. "Yes, Mr. Gruber. I'm certain all ov zhem have been taken care of. No one will be able to stop me now. Oh? No, I believe I meant 'me.'" She smiled wickedly to herself and heard the explosion cut off the call. She hung up, climbing into bed.

"All as we planned... Meester Bowie."

>>6970461
>("It's pronounced Gad-jey! Gad-JEY!")

In France, a man and woman garbed in trenchcoats sit outside, enjoying lunch.

"You're sure they won't know where we are?"

"Jean, I told you, no one knows where in the world I go."

>>6978494
>>6978469
Oh snap. Why can't I have people like this as my GM?

Written by Anon
Produced by Anon
Co-Produced by Anon and Anon
Original Story: 1980-1989

Anon's Wardrobe provided by Snorgtees
Assistant to Mr. Anon: Anon
Best Boy Grip: Anon
Best Kung Fu Grip: Duke
Key Grips: Anon, Anon, Anon, Anon, Anon

Soundtrack appearing courtesy of Anon on Anon Records

Anon would like to thank: Anon, A mom, Anon, Anon, Anon's mom, Anon

Copyright MMIX

http://zip.4chan.org/tg/imgboard.html

Thanks for staying for the credits! See you all at the sequel!

>>6978509
You can. Just keep your eyes open.

And if you're in Pensacola... TBS Comics. Best gamer den in the city. That's all I'm sayin'.

>>6978469
HOLY MARY MOTHER OF GOD WHAT A TWEEST

Now here's the million dollar question:

WHERE IS THE DRAWFAG WHO IS GOING TO TURN THIS INTO A COMIC?

this is the best thread i've ever been priveledged to contribute to

/tg/ YOU MAKE ME PROUD

>>6978651
I asked that question hours ago. Some things are just too fucking awesome to exist outside of our imaginations or text.

>>6978469
WAUGH

... but seriously, this thread was stagnant when I went to bed, and I wake up to find it nearly maxed out and still on the frontpage. Dear /tg/, this is why we CAN have nice things. My faith in the board is renewed.

>>6978469

So what, monarch is getting set up in the 90s?

Apologies in advance if my writefagging sucks or I hit the cutoff for a post a few times.

I woke up just in time to feel my back land roughly against a chair. A metal one. Pricks.

The sack on my head was yanked off, and my eyes were flooded with light. It was only a small lamp on the table--but dammit, it felt like the sun.

"Mister...Ashley J. Williams, is that right?"

Couldn't see his face. It was all covered in shadow. I guess these government types like being dramatic.

"It's Ash."

"Yes, of course. Mister Ash. If I am to understand this correctly, you and some of your friends--or just your girlfriend? The reports don't seem to match."

The cabin. This has been a long time coming.

"Doesn't matter. I'm the only one who survived."

"Hmm. At any rate, you and at least one other went into the mountains of Tennessee to spend the weekend, is that correct?"

"Yeah. Yeah, that's right. Didn't turn out so well."

My heart ached for a moment. That tends to happen when you remember you dismembered your own girl with a chainsaw.

>>6978726

Forgot my pic. Ffff.

"Indeed. Let me start this off, Mister Williams, by saying that this is not about the cabin. At least, it is not about what happened there, or what you did."

Now that threw me for a loop. They didn't care about all the corpses I left behind there?

"It's not?"

"No, Mister Williams. The reason you are here in front of me is because you survived."

"You're not makin' any sense, chucklehead."

"I suppose I'm not, at that. You see, Mister Williams, some time ago one of the best agents in the world...well, he's not an agent anymore. He's gone rogue."

"Sounds to me like you shoulda given him a raise."

"Amusing. No, Mister Williams, something went wrong with what we call a "memory burn". You don't need to know the details; the important thing is that a once great man is now our greatest enemy. He knows everything we know; he knows our weaknesses. He has established his own organization that is quickly growing beyond what we expected. He has dumped millions of dollars into technologies that do not officially exist; he's spent even more into objects of a...more questionable nature. Specifically, objects of the occult."

>>6978746

"So he got his hands on some gadgets and some old books. I don't see what this has got to do with me."

"Well, one of his latest acquisitions is an ancient text of Babylonian and Sumerian origin."

My blood ran cold.

"The Naturan Demento; the Necronomicon Ex Mortis; the Book of the Dead. In his attempts at using the book, it appears that he mistranslated some of the text. He read aloud the wrong words."

"And now..."

"And now, Mister Williams, our men are being killed by things we cannot explain. Things that cannot be, yet somehow, they are. You are the only man on Earth who has fought these creatures and survived. We need your help."

A smirk spread on my face, above my powerful Williams chin as I stood up, my metal fist clanging on the desk.

"Groovy."

>>6976236
1 to 100, not 1000.
With that translation it sounds like you played with the gayest people ever. Try it with a different group sometime and you may get better results, or a different setting.
>>6976266
This sounds like he has a clue as to what he's doing.
When you have a system where you can play anything from a god to a small mouse, guidelines are important.

One 'small' nitpick for everyone though. Rifts is just a setting, not the system, and it isn't all capitalized either. Sounds like OP would mainly need to draw from Ninjas & Superspies and Heroes Unlimited, and 1980's TV Earth is certainly a SDC dimension.

After the credits fade...

Doc Brown is seen wearing a helmet, obviously very scientific. He appears to be working in 3D, given how he reaches around for things that aren't there. He pauses a moment, then eagerly "pulls" something we can't see. He then proceeds to "pour" something into something else and his mouth drops agape.

He removes the helmet, looking incredibly shocked.

"F...Flux capacitor... With enough power... And enough speed... GREAT SCOTT! We have to go back to the Past!"

Coming whenever someone makes the thread!

Make this a team that is following the same goal as the party on behalf of a NPC who rules a small nation.

>>6978814
The twist? The Nation is Latveria.

>>6977147
>>6978835
GAAAAAAAAAADGET!
RIIIIIIIIICHARDS!

/co/incidence?

I think not.

>/tg/. We get shit done.