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This quest takes place in a hyper-streamlined version of the DC Universe, where all your favorite iconic heroes, villains, vigilantes and vagabonds reside. Because of the incredibly complex nature of DC’s existing collective Intellectual Properties, this universe is a neutral, baseline interpretation. This means explicit redundancies, clone characters and multiverse shenanigans will be removed almost altogether.

You will be playing as Rick Regal, a 16 year old high school sophomore who has just moved to Central City with his father after his choosing to relocate for work. Rick’s path down the road to heroism, villainous conquest or burger flipping normiedom is entirely up to you.

>Rules

You will be given prompts to vote over Rick’s actions and decisions in order to influence his path, and particularly challenging actions will require dice rolls and a collective mental capacity superior to that of a rock. Write-Ins are allowed and encouraged, but I am not obligated to use them.

Voting lasts until 10 minutes after initial prompting. Whatever gets the most votes goes forward. After rolls are prompted, only the first three will be counted.

>Dice
1d100, Difficulty Checks intentionally obscured.

No successes results in failure, one success results in a minor positive outcome, two successes result in a major positive outcome, and three successes make you feel warm and fuzzy inside. There are no critical successes, but critical failures result in a removal of a success.
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>Power Generation

Before we begin, roll 3d100 to generate a list of power combinations to choose from. I will (ironically) be using the Marvel Superheroes Ultimate Powers Book for the purposes of power generation, but an option for no powers will be provided. Work with what you get.

Roll
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Rolled 97, 93, 35 = 225 (3d100)

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Rolled 77, 30, 56, 2, 21, 77 = 263 (6d100)

>>1497256
Suppose I'll go ahead and generate the other two, then.
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>>1497256
>>1497267
we get anything good?
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Rolled 82, 27, 77 = 186 (3d100)

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>>1497267
You tell me.

>A. Hyper Speed, a variant of Super Speed that allows you to run in a straight line from point A to point B at a velocity that surpasses even that of The Flash. Temporary invulnerability while dashing. No turning.

>B. Illusory Casting, the ability to create realistic but wholly physically ineffectual constructs at your whim.

>C. Radiowave Generation, the ability to generate radiowaves, including AM and FM signals as well as microwaves. Creative use of this power may prove effective against machines, and lethal towards living beings.
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>>1497276
Whoops, forgot to add:

>D. No powers.
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>>1497276
That's bretty gud.

>A. Hyper Speed, a variant of Super Speed that allows you to run in a straight line from point A to point B at a velocity that surpasses even that of The Flash. Temporary invulnerability while dashing. No turning.
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>>1497276
>A
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>>1497282
And the A's have it. Have fun everybody.
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>>1497276
A
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The smell of freshly cut grass and the sounds of machinery in the distance rouse you from your slumber. Blinking the sleep from your eyes, as well as a few ants, you sit up on the front lawn of your new home, wearing nothing but your polka-dot boxers. It’s the middle of the night. Why are you even out here at this time?

You toss a look over your shoulder, and your eyes turn to dinner plates.

“Holy shit…” you mutter, spotting the splintered hole in the side of your room on the second floor of the building.

Your dad will be back in the morning, he works the night shift. The neighbors are going to have a few questions. This is going to cost a lot to fix. You start your first day at Leawood High in the morning.

>A. Panic.

>B. Try your best to head back inside and fix up the hole, and figure out what happened in the process.

>C. Go knock on a neighbor’s door, maybe someone can help.

>D. ???
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>>1497309
>>B.
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>>1497309
>D. Try to find out who did it. Seriously, what the hell, you didn't notice a GIANT FUCKING HOLE being made in your room...how exactly?
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>>1497309
>>B. Try your best to head back inside and fix up the hole, and figure out what happened in the process.
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>>1497309
>>D. Try to find out who did it. Seriously, what the hell, you didn't notice a GIANT FUCKING HOLE being made in your room...how exactly?
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>>1497311
>>1497315
>>1497319

You pick yourself up off the lawn and brush some residual dirt off your rear. Right to business-- You take a look around, trying to find who the hell made that hole in the side of your room, and how the fuck you missed it being made.

There isn’t anyone around. The blue-collar suburban neighborhood you and your dad decided to move into is tranquil as can be, the cracked blacktop striking a line between the rows of houses dimly illuminated by flickering street lamps.

You hear machinery in the distance, but figure the whirring has to do with that annoyingly loud factory a few blocks away. No wonder your dad was able to get the place at such a low price.

You dash into your new home, past piles of half-unpacked boxes and up the carpeted steps leading to the second floor, finally bursting through your door and immediately assessing the damage. The hole is about the size of you, splintered outward, and none of your stuff is missing.

Frantically searching for something to at least temporarily cover the gaping hole in your room with, you settle on using your bed sheets as a curtain.

Then, something strange starts to happen. You feel a welling of energy within you, like that pit in your gut after drinking three cups of coffee in just as many minutes. It builds, and builds, until you experience something akin to a full body sneeze.

And suddenly, you’re somewhere else. Not somewhere else entirely, mind you, just about twenty meters down the road from your home, and looking over your shoulder, you could swear that hole is a little bigger.

What. The. Hell.

>A. You should call your dad. He’ll know what to do, even if you’ll get an earful for busting the place up. You’ve heard about people with powers, like the Super Man in Metropolis and Center City’s own Flash. Dad says they’re idiots wearing pyjamas.

>B. Try and do… whatever that was again, see if you can control it. You’ve heard about people with powers, like the Super Man in Metropolis and Center City’s own Flash. Maybe you’re one of them?

>C. Go knock on a neighbor’s door. They might be able to help.

>D. ???
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>>1497365
>>A. You should call your dad. He’ll know what to do, even if you’ll get an earful for busting the place up. You’ve heard about people with powers, like the Super Man in Metropolis and Center City’s own Flash. Dad says they’re idiots wearing pyjamas.
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>>1497374
You should call your dad. He’ll know what to do, even if you’ll get an earful for busting the place up. You’ve heard about people with powers, like the Super Man in Metropolis and Center City’s own Flash. Dad says they’re idiots wearing pyjamas.

YA few minutes later and you’re standing in your room once again, silently thanking whoever might be above for your phone not getting wrecked along with the wall. Your dad doesn’t pick up the first time, but after being a persistant prick about it you hear his gruff voice on the other end of the line.

“I’m working, Rick,” he says, sounding irritated.

“I know. This is important. It’s about the house.” You try very hard to keep the worry out of your tone of voice. You think you read somewhere about delivering bad news calmly lessening the blow.

That seems to have gotten his attention.

>A. Let him know everything, even about your apparent ability.

>B. Let him know about the damage, own up to being the one who did it, but make something up instead of revealing you have powers.

>C. Let him know about the damage, but make something up entirely.

>D. ???
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>>1497399
>>B
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>>1497399
>D. I...I ran through the wall, dad. I don't know how, but I ran right through it. I don't know what's going on.
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>>1497422
Tied. Next to post breaks it.
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>>1497399
>>A. Let him know everything, even about your apparent ability.
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>>1497399
>>B. Let him know about the damage, own up to being the one who did it, but make something up instead of revealing you have powers.
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>>1497422
>>1497474
”I...I ran through the wall, dad. I don't know how, but I ran right through it. I don't know what's going on,” you confess. There’s a prolonged silence on the other end of the line, before your father finally responds.

“Alright, fine, stay where you are. I’ll be there as soon as I can.” He sounds a lot less irritated than he did a moment ago, probably sensing the worry in your tone. Still, you doubt he believes you.

You agree, say goodbye, and head downstairs to sit on the couch in the living room. Your thoughts run a mile a minute as you twiddle your thumbs, nervously conjuring up worse upon worse possibilities as to what this might mean, from government abduction and experimentation to ungodly accidental property damage you and your dad would never be able to afford should this go unchecked.

Your thoughts are cut off when you hear your dad pull up into the driveway, and he meets you at the door. He’s balding, and has a graying mustache, but you’ve never seen a man over forty in such good shape. The man’s a brick shithouse.

His eyes are wide. You figure the hole in the side of the house convinced him.

The two of you have a sitdown in the kitchen, which is decorated with really, really frilly cow themed statues and hand towels, statues and and the like. They belonged to your mom before she passed. You tell him you bust through the wall, he tells you to show him, you let him know you can’t just do it, and he gets frustrated.
All in all it’s not a very fruitful conversation, but your father heads out to his truck and drives off to the hardware store, determined to patch up that hole by morning.

>continued
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You crash on the couch that night. Dad’s still hammering boards against the wall of your room by morning, and you decide to let him do his thing instead of pushing the issue. You shower, brush your teeth, get dressed and head off for your first day at Leawood’s very own public High School.

Since you haven’t busted any new holes in your home, you figure your power isn’t going to go off randomly again. At least, you hope not.

The walk over isn’t bad. Center City’s one of those perfectly swell places that have just the right balance of population and size, so the roads always have a stream of quickly moving traffic but never LA levels of ‘You might as well walk’ nonsense.

It’s early fall, a few weeks into the school year already. You briefly reflect on the friends you left behind at your old school, but brush those thoughts aside. You’re a brand new Rick Regal. No point in looking back.

About halfway into your trek to school, you feel it happen again. That welling of energy in your gut, that full body shudder. Shit, you’re in broad daylight. Why did you think it was a good idea to just ignore this?

>A. Try and control it. You aren’t going to let this keep you from your life.

>B. Dip into a nearby alley and let it happen.

>C. Just accept it. Bust some shit up. Why not, right?

>D. ???
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>>1497592
>>B. Dip into a nearby alley and let it happen.
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>>1497592
>>A. Try and control it. You aren’t going to let this keep you from your life.
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>>1497592
>A.
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>>1497592
>A. Try and control it. You aren’t going to let this keep you from your life.
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>>1497603
>>1497614
ROLL 1D100
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Rolled 43 (1d100)

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Rolled 17 (1d20)

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Rolled 64 (1d100)

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>>1497626
Roll, but from here on out 1d100s will be the only rolls counted.
>>1497623
>>1497629
Major Success.
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>>1497650
You refuse to let this... thing keep you from living your life. You can control it. You know you can. The energy building within you continues to grow, continues to make you shudder and convulse-- but through sheer force of will and white-knuckled fist clenching you are able to stave off this wave.

When the energy finally dissipates, you open your eyes to find there are a few pedestrians staring at you with judging looks. A little blonde girl points at you and calls up to her mom from across the street. It must have looked like you were trying to hold in a shit or something. You’re sweating a bit as well.

Not like you care. You just took the first step to controlling the power inside of you, and you aren’t going to let a few odd looks keep you from riding the feeling of accomplishment.

You.. really should get going though.

Eventually you find yourself walking up the street leading to Leawood High, which looks positively well kept despite being a fifty year old public school.

You pass by a CCPD squad car, inside of which two boys in blue are sharing coffee and doughnuts. The stereotype being played out before your eyes makes you smile. Then, you hear their police radio squawk to life and spew out a bunch of numbers and a call for backup. The cop in the driver’s seat spills his coffee all over his partner’s lap and hits the gas, the passenger cop groaning.

“What the hell, Kowalski!?”

They peel out.

>A. You’re glad the Police in this city are at least quick to respond. Off to school.

>B. You don’t really like cops. Too easy to corrupt. Off to school.

>C. Fuck the police. Back in your old town, they busted you more times than you can count. Not for anything serious, obviously. Off to school.

>D. Your curiosity must be sated. See if you can find a way to follow the action. Skip school.

>E. ???
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>A. You’re glad the Police in this city are at least quick to respond. Off to school.
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>>1497686
>B. You don’t really like cops. Too easy to corrupt. Off to school.

Growing up in a superhero universe we have probably heard too much about all that
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>>1497686
>>A. You’re glad the Police in this city are at least quick to respond. Off to school.
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>>1497686
>A. You’re glad the Police in this city are at least quick to respond. Off to school.
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>>1497689
>>1497690
>>1497722

You’re glad the Police in this city are at least quick to respond, though you are a bit wary. Growing up, you’ve heard more than one story of Police corruption. Here’s hoping that isn’t the case in Central City.

At any rate, it’s time for some book learnin’.

You dig into your backpack to pull out your class schedule as you walk through the lemon-scented halls of Leawood High. The Custodian must have buffed the floors recently. Most of the other students are already in class, a few stragglers drag their feet or hang around bathroom entrances.

Eventually you find your first class already underway, and you slip in mostly unnoticed, except by a Latino kid who looks a little older than you, with shoulder-length black hair. He grins and upnods at you.

A few of the girls in the class also give you a once over. You find yourself standing a little taller in response. Eventually you find a seat at the near back of the class. The teacher doesn’t seem to mind.

>A. Listen, Learn and Study your ass off. You will learn all of the things.

>B. Pay attention, but try and strike up a conversation with the Latino kid who nodded at you.

>C. Dick around. You know all this stuff already. Probably. See if any of the girls want to chat.

>D. ???
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>>1497686
>>A. You’re glad the Police in this city are at least quick to respond. Off to school.
Normally the police in comics don't do diddly, so this is refreshing.
>>1497690
Good point, but I think we can investigate that later.
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>B. Pay attention, but try and strike up a conversation with the Latino kid who nodded at you
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>>1497729
>B. Pay attention, but try and strike up a conversation with the Latino kid who nodded at you.
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>>1497729
>B. Pay attention, but try and strike up a conversation with the Latino kid who nodded at you.

Make a Bro first, he can give us a lay of the land and let us know who's crazy when it comes to the ladies
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>>1497729
>>A. Listen, Learn and Study your ass off. You will learn all of the things.
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>>1497752
>>1497755
>>1497760

You pull out a notebook and scribble an outline for notes, though you do divide your attention. The kid from earlier is sitting a row ahead of you, to your diagonal right. The desks are spaced pretty close, so there shouldn’t be any problems with saying hey.

There’s a pretty blond girl sitting at the head of the class, looking about as stiff as those kids who used to sit in the furthermost pews back when your mom used to drag you to church.

A few other students catch your eye-- A girl wearing mostly black but is smiling cheerily as she chats with her friends, a fat kid plucking skittles from a bag under his desk to point out a few. And then of course there’s the latino kid.

The kid looks over his shoulder, and turns in his seat. He extends a fist, and you bump it.

“Cisco,” he introduces himself. “What, did you forget when classes started? Dudley stopped calling your name after the first week.” You notice this guy smiles a lot. In fact he hasn’t stopped smiling since he turned around.

“Rick,” you reply, though you figure he already knew that. “I just moved in so..”

“New guy. Alright, cool, cool.” Cisco looks like he has about thirty more questions, but he’s interrupted before he can continue.

Mr. Dudley clears his throat. “As I was saying,” he grumbles, before continuing his lesson.

You’ll hold off on socializing for now.

>A. Talk to Cisco after class.
>B. Talk to someone else (Specify)

>C. Go about your school day without too much socialization.
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>>1497818
>>A. Talk to Cisco after class.
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>>1497818
>>A. Talk to Cisco after class.
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>>1497818
>A.
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>>1497818
>A
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>>1497818
Oh cool, a new cape quest. Hope this works out for you, I love cape quests!

>A.
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>>1497818
>A
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>>1497827
>>1497828
>>1497829
>>1497842
>>1497859
Cisco falls into step beside you when you exit the class, and you notice now that you’re walking side by side, you happen to be just a bit taller than him.

“Let me give you the rundown, since you seem cool,” Cisco says after tossing a wink at an incredibly attractive senior, who responds with a look of disgust. The guy doesn’t seem phased by it.

“Welcome to Cisco Ramon’s Leawood High crash course. First off, you got lucky with Dudley. The guy’s a pushover,” he informs you. You could have figured that out on your own. He goes on and on about the teachers, which you aren’t really interested in, and even gives you a few pointers on the ladies around here, which you appreciate just a tad bit more.

You humor the guy by nodding along every once in awhile. Eventually he cuts himself off.

“Wait, what class to you have next?”He asks.

You call upon your short term memory. “I think my schedule said biology.”

“Oh. Bummer. If you see me at lunch let me know,” he insists, then claps you on the back before dipping into a stairwell. He’s nice.

The next few classes go off without a hitchy, but once lunch comes around you can’t seem to find Cisco. The cafeteria is a whole lot bigger than you expected.

>Continued
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>>1497900

The cafeteria is oval-shaped, with circular tables that sit five or so evenly spaced throughout. You spot a few vaguely familiar faces from your classes, but decide sitting all the way in the back near the windows might be a more peaceful experience.

Yeah no.

You sit down and unwrap the pre-frozen burrito that is bound to give you some serious problems on the toilet later, only to a few-- some-- MOST of the students are getting up from their seats and heading in your direction.

For a moment, you think they’re focused on you, but after glancing over your shoulder and out the window, you notice what all the fuss is about.

The scene isn’t so common where you’re from, but you’ve seen videos online-- read the news stories. There’s a fight going on out there.

A man in a blue parka with the hood up, white fur framing his face and goggles over his eyes looks like he’s shouting at a bunch of other men in ski masks. It looks like they crashed a truck into a nearby building and are trying to get the contents out and into a replacement vehicle.

You spot two other masked men facing off against some guy in a superhero costume with a V-neck about as deep as the grand canyon. The hero obviously has the upper hand, and even looks like he’s… dancing. Why is he dancing?

“Why is he dancing?” a kid nearby echoes your thoughts outloud. It’s the fat one from your first period class.

The man in the parka hefts a strange looking weapon, pulls the trigger, and blasts the occupied hero in the leg mid-breakdancing routine. He collapses and rolls on the ground, groaning in pain, clutching his leg-- which is now covered in solid ice!

>A. Keep watching.

>B. Shove through the crowd and head downstairs, see if you can head outside. You have to help.

>C. Call the police.

>D. ???
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>>1497900
Oh shit it's Vibe
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>>1497989
>>D. See if you can find anything to disguise your identity and go shove through the crowd and head downstairs, see if you can head outside. You have to help
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>>1498000
this, maybe we can find the school mascots mask or the janitors filter mask
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>>1497984
>C. Call the cops!

Let's NOT be super obvious. Our outfit is generic, but not unnoticeable. People will recognize us if we wear a bandana or some shit. We don't even have a handle on our powers yet. We'd be less than helpful.
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>>1497984
>>C. Call the police.
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>>1498000
>>1498007

You watch in shock as the hero tries desperately to chip away at the ice around his leg, and surprisingly, he’s able to knock off large chunks with a few well placed… you think those look like chops? His hand looks a little blurry from this angle.

The hero stands, favoring his right leg. The villain in the blue parka hefts his freeze-beam or whatever it is once more, and the hero is able to pop, lock and cartwheel out of the way of the following blasts.

“Aw man, Captain Cold is gonna end this guy if he ain’t careful,” the fat kid mumbles. A few seniors hum and huff in agreement.

“Anyone know who the dancing guy is?” a girl asks.

A chorus of “Nopes” follows.

You clench your fists, and decide you’ve had enough. You aren’t going to let this guy get killed when you’re so close and able to help. You turn around and push through the crowd, earning a few cusses and shoves back in response. Eventually you’re dashing down the hallways, and skipping steps down the stairwell.

You spot the janitor’s cart and, in a moment of clarity, decide to fashion yourself a costume. You grab a cloth and tie it over your face like an old west train jacker, put on bulky yellow gloves and pull out a thin hoodie you had stuffed in your back pack just in case the weather got too chilly. After slipping that on you rush outside, tugging the hood over your head.

The hero’s been hit again, this time in the arm, but Captain Cold’s men have all been incapacitated in the time it took you to get out there. How did the V-neck dude even manage that?

Alright... moment of truth.

>A. Try and summon that feeling in your gut again. Aim for Cold.

>B. Approach stealthily, snatch one of the downed thug’s weapons and use it on Cold.

>C. Be loud and obnoxious, call out at Cold to distract him.

>D. ???
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>>1498088
>>A. Try and summon that feeling in your gut again. Aim for Cold.
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>>1498088
D. Figure out that Breakdance guy has got this shit on lockdown and back out.
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>>1498088
>A. Try and summon that feeling in your gut again. Aim for Cold.
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>>1498088
>>A. Try and summon that feeling in your gut again. Aim for Cold.
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>>1498109
>>1498126
Ye of little faith.

ROLL
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>>1498088
>A. Try and summon that feeling in your gut again. Aim for Cold.
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Rolled 53 (1d100)

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Rolled 21 (1d100)

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Rolled 2 (1d100)

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>>1498146
Off to a good start.
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Rolled 65 (1d100)

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>>1498155
Are low rolls good or bad for this system?
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>>1498155
You try and find that feeling in your gut again. That well of power that you know resides within you… but no matter how hard you try you just can’t make it happen. You’re having trouble even remembering what the energy even felt like.

Before you can do much else, Captain Cold digs into his parka, and produces a small metallic sphere with a tiny blue button on it. He presses the button, grins a cocksure smirk and tosses it at the disabled hero. The V-necked breakdancer, to his credit, is able to spin his body like a top, using his frozen arm as the drillpoint, and kick the grenade right back at Captain Cold!

Cold gasps, then jumps out of the way, nearly avoiding a cryo-bath that would have put him on ice.

The students watch on in amazement, a few noticing the weird guy in the bootleg costume just kind of standing there looking constipated.

“Yo, what do you think you’re doing? Get out of here, you’re gonna get hurt! Comprende?” The hero calls out in your direction.

Cold uses the distracted to reload his freeze-ray, popping in a vial of blue liquid. He aims it at the hero, who is hit once again, his right arm and leg now completely encased in ice. He doesn’t look like he’s going to be able to dodge a third blast.
>A. Try again! You can do this!

>B. Screw it, run in and tackle this guy.

>C. Try and grab one of the downed henchman’s weapons.

>C. You tried. This guy is going to be an ice pop in a minute. Get out of there and call the cops.

>D. ???
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>>1498187
>A. Try again! You can do this!
We're doing this or we're gonna die trying
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>>1498187
>B. Screw it, run in and tackle this guy.

Let's try not forcing it this time

Who knows maybe staring down the barrel of a freeze ray will give us the proper motivation to zip
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>>1498187
>>C. You tried. This guy is going to be an ice pop in a minute. Get out of there and call the cops.
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>>1498187
>>A. Try again! You can do this!
We're doing this or Vibe is going to die while we're trying.
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>>1498187
>>A. Try again! You can do this!
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>>1498211
Can you protect his smile, anons?

ROLL
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Rolled 87 (1d100)

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Rolled 77 (1d100)

>>1498219
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Rolled 85 (1d100)

>>1498219
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Rolled 51 (1d100)

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>>1498234

So when you say we're faster than the Flash on the straightaway which Flash are we talking about here?
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>>1498234

“Gah! Cabron! You won’t win, Cold. It doesn’t matter what happens to me!” the hero says through chattering teeth. For some unexplainable reason, the man has a smile on his face. He takes a knee, and puts a hand on the ground for support, shivering.

Captain Cold chuckles, and glances over at you with a perked brow. “It seems I’ve frozen you as well,” he quips at you, making light of the way you’ve been unable to so much as much the entire fight.

Cold sets the sights of his gun on the hero, and presses his finger to the trigger.

“No!” you call out, rushing forward. You can’t let this happen. You have to help. Suddenly, that energy wells up within you once again, and this time you invite it to release, your body shuddering for just a moment before…

You can see it now. This isn’t like what happened before. You aren’t just at the end of your dash-- no, you have tunnel vision, and everything outside of that is a blur of motion. You feel strong, stronger than you’ve ever felt before. To you, it seems like a few seconds of dashing forward. You shove Cold’s arm out of the way, and skid to a halt a few meters off.

The world comes back into focus, and you look over your shoulder to find that Captain Cold’s arm is hanging at an odd angle, and even he doesn’t seem aware of it yet. Then, it hits him, and he falls to his knees screaming in pain. You broke his arm. You broke Captain Cold’s arm!

The hero’s hand, placed firmly on the pavement, becomes a blur, and suddenly the earth ground beneath Cold crumbles, burying him neck-deep in as he groans in agony. You can hear sirens in the distance.

>A. Help the hero out. He’s still stuck in ice.

>B. Get out of there. The hero can handle himself. You don’t need this attention.

>C. Check out the contents of the vehicle Cold and his men were trying to get away with.

>D. ???
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>>1498343
>>A. Help the hero out. He’s still stuck in ice.
Ouch that has to hurt like a bitch
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>>1498343
>>A. Help the hero out. He’s still stuck in ice.
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>>1498343
>A. Help the hero out. He’s still stuck in ice.
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>>1498343
>>A. Help the hero out. He’s still stuck in ice.
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>>1498262
It's Barry.

I don't want to put an exact number on it, but this Flash can't run faster than the speed of light, and the speed force isn't anything other than the energy that keeps him from liquefying every time he runs.
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>>1498371
We just move so fast that we cant liquefy.
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>>1498343
>>A. Help the hero out. He’s still stuck in ice.
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>>1498371
Is there any functional difference between our power and Barry's? Because it seems like its use would be literally identical unless we happen to be in a straight footrace against the flash
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>>1498354
>>1498360
>>1498361
>>1498369

With Cold and his men taken care of, you decide to run over and help the hero. He laughs, and shakes his head as you jog to a halt in front of him.

“Whew! T-that was a close one. Just s-s-so you know, I had it all under c-c-control,” the hero manages to stutter, still shivering, He places his hand on the huge chunk of ice encasing a third of his body, and it begins to crack and crumble. It looks like you weren’t needed after all.

Once he’s freed, the V-Necked hero extends a hand. Now that you’re close, you note he looks very similar to Cisco, your classmate you met earlier today. He’s taller though, and a lot more muscular.

Shit, is thinking that racist?

“Vibe. I don’t think we’ve m-m-met,” he introduces himself. “And you’re the c-Custodial Crusader, right?” he manages to remark. If he wasn’t shivering you’d be offended. Maybe.

Those sirens you heard earlier are getting louder and louder. The cops are going to be here soon.

>A. Say nothing, but shake his hand and run off. You can’t be here when the police show up.

>B. Introduce yourself as ???, shake his hand and run off. The cops are coming.

>C. Stick around. No harm in absorbing a little glory, even if it is in a terrible costume.

>D. ???
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>>1498403
>>B. Introduce yourself as Blur, shake his hand and run off. The cops are coming.
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>>1498400
You are pretty much invulnerable while running, but cannot turn, meaning you have to stop, orient yourself, and go.

Barry doesn't need to stop, and isn't invulnerable while running.
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>>1498403
>B. Introduce yourself as Tachyon, shake his hand and run off. The cops are coming.
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>>1498403
>>B. Introduce yourself as Velocity, shake his hand and run off. The cops are coming.
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>>1498403
>>A. Say nothing, but shake his hand and run off. You can’t be here when the police show up.

>>1498409
So training ourself will need to be repeating our run ad nauseum and orienting ourself quickly?
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>>1498412
Anon, I...
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>>1498403
>>B. Introduce yourself as Straightaway, shake his hand and run off. The cops are coming.
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>>1498403
>>B. Introduce yourself as Blur, shake his hand and run off. The cops are coming.
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>>1498419
Eh. Image ain't DC.
Unless you're combining?
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>>1498403
>>>A. Say nothing, but shake his hand and run off. You can’t be here when the police show up.

Time for names later
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>>1498415
That's certainly one way of going about it, sure.

>>1498427
Just teasing.

>>1498405
>>1498410
>>1498412
>>1498425

Votes are in and names win.
Take your pick:

>A. Blur

>B. Velocity

>C. Straightaway

>D. Tachyon

>E. Zip

>F. Momentum
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>>1498439
>B
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>>1498439
>>F. Momentum
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>>1498439
>D. Tachyon
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>>1498442
ment to vote A chainging to >A
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>>1498439
>A. Blur
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>>1498439
>E. Zip

Straightaway is a bit too on the nose, wouldn't want to give away too mucb information about our powers when we're introducing ourselves
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>>1498439
>C. Straightaway
or
>A. Blur
since how the FUCK do we know what a Tachyon is even if it sounds cool.
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>>1498439
>>B. Velocity
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>>1498439
>>F. Momentum
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>>1498456
I've known what a tachyon is for years, its not outside the realm of possibility for this random teen to know it
Not that it matters yall niggas got bad taste picking these generic names
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>>1498466
>DC
>Not having a generic name
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>>1498448
>>1498449

>>1498460
>>1498443

It's a toss up between

>A. Blur
&
>B. Momentum
I will also add this for genericnameanon
>C. Captain Caffeine
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>>1498476
>A
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>>1498476
>>A. Blur
Could you Say it was just a Flash and a Blur.
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>>1498476
As much as I like Captain Caffeine, I have to go with
>>B. Momentum
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>>1498476
>A. Blur
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>>1498476
>>B. Momentum
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>>1498479
>>1498483
>>1498485
Blur wins. We Smallville now
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>>1498476
>>B. Momentum
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>>1498403

You reach out and shake Vibe’s hand, a bit of pride swelling in your chest. You just helped a Superhero take down a Super Villain. Kids all over the world dream about doing what you just did. You can’t help but come up with a name on the spot.

“Call me… Blur.” You say in a slightly hammed up tone, before turning on your heels and running off at a distinctly average human speed. Vibe just kind of watches you run off, then turns to make sure Cold and his boys don’t disappear before the fuzz arrives.
You figure going back into the school right now would be ill-advised, since you might be identified. Instead, you free run for awhile, hopping over fences and dipping in and out of alleyways until you’re sure you’re alone. Then, you strip out of your makeshift outfit and toss the gloves, bandana and hoodie into a nearby dumpster.

The adrenaline still hasn’t left your system. Sure, you’ve been in fights before, but nothing like that. You might have to make this a regular thing. Rick Regal.

“Rick Regal… the Blur,” the mumble to yourself, before heading out of the alleyway and back home. You’ve earned the rest of the day off.

>End of this session

Hope you guys had fun. Check in tomorrow. I’ll be around for questions and criticism. I’d appreciate the feedback.
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>>1498527
my only criticism is you didnt automatically go with the superior choice in names.
Seriously though, good stuff, looking forward to the next thread.
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>>1498527
This definitely looks interesting
Looking forward to more from you
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>>1498527
Early days yet, but it's looking good so far. OCs feel a little flat, but first thread, s'to be expected. I imagine they'll get fleshed out more as we go on. All in all, cautiously optimistic. Looking forward to next time.
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>>1498562
i think the only OC so far is the MC
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>>1498576
MC, dad, teacher.
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>>1498527
Good so far!

So when do we meet Bats and the Big Blue Boyscout?
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>>1498621
Damn it spoiler didn't work.
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>>1498621
Batman is in Gotham. Superman is in Metropolis. You are in Central City.

Unless something huge happens in CC, or you end up in either of those cities, you won't be seeing either of them any time soon.

That said, there's a pretty big name that calls your city home.
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When do we get our dick wet?
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>>1498653
I don't know, are you willing to settle for the OCs I'm going to flaunt in front of you or are you going to wait for the 10/10 canon waifus?

Everyone's single, by the way.
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>>1498663
Powergirl let's go for that.
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>>1498663
fuck, anons don't have the patients for that.
They'll go for the first girl, 2nd or 3rd if we're lucky.

I'd vote for the Magic girl, Zantana i think.
Ravens good to
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>>1498663
>Black Canary is single
>We could cuck Ollie
>>1498701
I think you underestimate how much people would want the super booty
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>>1498663
Zatanna please let's go for her
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>>1498507
Interestingly there was a one off character callled blur from son of Vulcan

http://dc.wikia.com/wiki/Blur_(New_Earth)
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>>1498663
since we are a speedster do we have the speedster mental capacities as well
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>>1499345
You'll have to clarify the question.

If you're asking whether or not you can comprehend what's going on while dashing, then yes. Outside of that you are of average intelligence.
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>>1499361
well the flash has the ability to learn and read at a ridicules speeds
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>>1499361
can you recommend any quick readups on the dc universe
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>>1499376
Rick isn't the Flash.

>>1499384
The DC Universe wikipedia page, if you want a very generalized idea of the setting. Specific comic reccomendations: All-Star Superman, Batman: Year One, DC: The New Fronteir, and Kingdom Come. The first three have animated versions of them you can find online if you don't like reading, though personally I prefer the comics.
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>>1499376
we can run real fast in one direction, with the secondary powers necessary to not splat immediately.
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also, are we fast enough to run on air? or up buildings? what about running straight into the ground? we could probably bore our way to china doing that.
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>>1499531
DESU I'm somewhat surprised that the air in front of us isn't undergoing some sort of terrifyingly deadly fusion reaction due to how heavily it's being compressed by our passage. Air doesn't flow around things fast enough to compensate for significant fractions of the speed of light.

So no, I don't think we can run on air, if only because we'd level the city in doing so.
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>>1499551
...
F. U. C. K.

Fuck
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So is our super speed connected to the speed force or is it something else preventing us from turning into goo every time we run
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>>1499785
Your power switches you from one state of being to another. Normally you're just a guy, but when you activate your power you gain invulnerability and shoot forward like a hypersonic freighttrain.

You aren't connected to the Speed Force, your power stems from something else.

Also have a few sketches of Rick I did in my free time, but feel free to come to a consensus of your own as to what he actually looks like.
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>>1499816
is it really that important how exactly it works ?
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>>1499820
Nope.
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>>1499823
also are you going to run tonight ?
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>>1499829
Yep. In three hours on the dot. I should set up a twitter.
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>tfw when yuropoor
just
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>>1499816
For some reason when I think of fast superheros the image that always comes to mind is a skinny blonde white dude
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>>1499816
I like it
>>1499840
Jay Grarick says otherways
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>>1499816
Not bad
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And we're back.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oqk6pjDJ7ZQ
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>>1500567
“...In local news, Center City’s own red streak, the Flash, halted a highly coordinated set of heists yesterday attempted by none other than the dastardly Rogues, a band of villains brought together to oppose Flash’s heroics after being foiled time and time again ever since his debut six years ago,” The pretty blonde woman announces on the television screen.

“That’s right, Tanya,” the mustacheo’d newcaster beside her continues in his booming baritone, “The Flash caught up with thirty, count ‘em, thirty armored vans that swarmed Center City bank and jewelry shops around town! Wow! Our on-site reporter Iris W---”

You thumb the power button on the remote in your hand, the modest CRT in your living room blinking out in response. That was disappointing. You’ve been up since five in and morning chewing on frosted flakes, watching and waiting for a report on the incident yesterday. Instead, you got a bunch of recycled stories and ancient cat memes the studio executives thought were hilarious.

Cable needs to die out.

You briefly wonder if Vibe is as miffed about this as you are. The two of you stopped Captain Cold! The. Captain. Cold. Sure, you hadn’t heard about him until that day, but after a few minutes of research on your toaster of a laptop, you found out he was a pretty dangerous fellow. A member of the Rogues, smart as they come with an overprotective brother complex. The guy snapped when his sister died in an accident a few years back.

Your father stomps his way down the stairs, and heads straight for the fridge. He pulls it open and reaches around for the carton of orange juice he always drinks directly from.
“Ten minutes,” he says, before sippin’ that OJ.

“What?” you reply, confused.

“School starts in ten, kid. Why are you still here?”He doesn’t bother looking at you.

Shit.

>A. Grab your bag and run. You’re not going to be late. The irony would kill you.

>B. Meh, it happens. Take your time.

>C. Skip school and tour the town. Maybe you can find a place to practice your powers.

>D. ???
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>>1500570
>>A. Grab your bag and run. You’re not going to be late. The irony would kill you.
>D. Dad I swear if you are testing me I will be pissed.
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>>1500570
>A. Cant be fucking late can we ?
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>>1500570
>A. Grab your bag and run. You’re not going to be late. The irony would kill you.
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>>1500582
>>1500586
>>1500624

You stumble off the couch and toss your empty plastic cereal bowl and spoon into the sink from the living room. Swish. Or… clank and clatter, rather. Your dad doesn’t even flinch.

After dashing up to your room and grabbing your bag, you’re off. You won’t be late. The irony would kill you. You sprint out the door of your new home and down the sidewalk, going as fast as your legs can take you.

Well, that isn’t true. You could try and summon that power inside you and use this as an opportunity to hone it. Dangerous as it may be, if you’re quick and agile enough and only use your power in short bursts when no one’s around, you could maybe cut the fifteen minute walk to school in half

>A. Do it. You need to get this power under complete control sooner rather than later.

>B. Rely on your regular speed. No need to risk getting seen.

>C. ???
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>>1500631
>>B. Rely on your regular speed. No need to risk getting seen.
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>>1500631
>rely on your regular speed
well who gives a fuck if youre late to school ?
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>>1500631
>B. Rely on your regular speed. No need to risk getting seen
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>>1500631

>B. Rely on your regular speed. No need to risk getting seen.

I really hoped for getting a power ring, oh well. Might as well be fast
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>>1499831
That would be great, especially when you start making new threads.
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>>B. Rely on your regular speed. No need to risk getting seen
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>>1500636
>>1500638
>>1500641
>>1500650

You slow your sprint to a manageable run, you don’t want to walk into class with pit stains. Who cares if you’re late? And why would you need to practice your power now of all times? The plan is a little too risky for your taste.

On your run over, you have some time to ponder. You were able to take down a big name villain-- well, a local big name villain, who was occupied by another hero, and had all his henchman taken out beforehand.

Still, thinking back on it makes you feel like a badass.

Where did it come from? As far as you know, your dad doesn’t have any powers to inherit, and mom wasn’t exactly super-- she spent most of her time in and out of hospitals. The bills were ridiculous.

You’re entertaining the thought of your dad secretly selling you out for experimentation to pay for them, and then wiping your memory when you arrive. Just as you expected, you’re late. Everyone’s already in class. You’re making a habit of this.

Your first two classes are pretty standard, though your homeroom teacher, Mr. Dudley, kept tossing you irritated looks. Damn, he’s pegged you as a troublemaker, or a lazy kid. Ah well, nothing you can do about it but be a decent student. Cisco tried to talk to you about what happened yesterday, but Dudley kept shutting him up.

When lunch time comes around, you walk into the cafeteria and grab a pre-set tray, then look over the sea of teenagers scarfing down less-than-stellar lunches.

>A. Look for Cisco.

>B. Scope around for a friendly looking group and sit down.

>C. Find an empty table.

>D. ???
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>>1500712
>>C. Find an empty table.
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>>1500712
>A My boi
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>>1500712
>>A. Look for Cisco.
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>C. Find an empty table.
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>>1500775
>>1500728
Stop trying to be an edgelord
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>>1500789
Forgot pic
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>>1500712
>>C. Find an empty table.

Lets hope we meet the girl in black eventually.
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>>1500743
>>1500764

You scan the room for Cisco, the excited kid you met yesterday. He was pretty nice to you before, and you haven’t really made any other friends yet. Once you spot him, floating from table to table like a humming bird zips from flower to flower, you walk right on over.

When Cisco spots your approach, his eyes light up and he flashes you a grin.

“Yo, Rick! What’s up?” he greets you, practically yelling, and earning a few odd looks from the surrounding students. You do notice that most of the students are unphased, and just ignore it. They must be used to him.

“Hey Cisco. Not much. Let’s sit,” you say, bumping his fist.

The two of you find a seat at a table occupied by two lovely ladies in short skirts and spaghetti strap tops that are definitely not dress-code. They promptly stand and walk to another table, and a big guy sitting at the table next to you, a senior probably, chuckles at the both of you. Ouch. Cisco doesn’t seem to care.

“Tell me you saw what happened yesterday,” your lunch-buddy says, “Vibe! Captain Cold! That was amazing! There was another guy too, wearing these yellow gloves and a hoodie. I think it was a student.”

>A. Uh yeah that was cool *Whistle*

>B. You definitely saw them. Didn’t see Cisco though.

>C. You saw nothing. (Lie, change topics.)

>D. ???
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>>1500817
>B. You definitely saw them. Didn’t see Cisco though.
>D. That vibe dude look like he coulda been your cousin dude. A cousin who worked out.
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>B. You definitely saw them. Didn’t see Cisco though.
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>>1500817
>>B. You definitely saw them. Didn’t see Cisco though.
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>>1500817
>>>B. You definitely saw them. Didn’t see Cisco though.
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>>1500840
>>1500845
>>1500857

“Yeah. I had a front row seat, actually. Right near the window. Those guys were really going at it. Any idea what it was about? I mean, other than Hero Vs. Villain ‘We must fight’ stuff,” you ask, pausing to bite into a stale piece of pizza.

“Captain Cold and his goons were part of that whole coordinated heist yesterday. The one Flash got the credit for stopping all on his own. Thing is, I heard his truck was the only one that mattered. He had a bunch of components stolen from the S.T.A.R Labs facility in town. Nobody knows what he was going to do with it, but it couldn’t have been good. That’s why he had like fifteen guys with him,” Cisco informs you.

You get butterflies in your stomach, and you aren’t sure why. You figure it’s a mixture of excitement over reliving the memory, relief that you stopped something that might have been terrible, and pride that you were able to out-do the Flash, even if it wasn’t directly.

“Hey, Cisco, I didn’t see you at lunch yesterday. Where were you? How did you even know about the fight?” You ask, theories swimming in your head.

Cisco smirks, and pulls out his smartphone. He taps at the screen for a moment, then leans in to show you a video.

“Feast your eyes. Exclusive footage,” he chuckles, pressing play.

The video is shot vertically for some god-forsaken reason, but the quality is good. It looks like the entire thing was shit from behind a nearby car. The events of yesterday’s battle play out, and you finally get another perspective on what happened.

You already know the event like the back of your hand, but seeing yourself disappear and re-appear in a blur of motion, leaving Cold’s arm broken? That surprises you. You’re thankful you had the foresight to cover up, otherwise Cisco might have you pegged already.

“Damn,” you mutter when the playback stops.

“Sick, right? I got an app that works as a police scanner. I heard what was going on and went outside to text someone, and next thing you know Vibe and Cold are fighting in front of me.”

“Vibe kind of looks like a buffer version of you,” you point out to Cisco.

“Yo, don’t start hitting on me now, we just met,” he jokes, deflecting.

>A. Ask Cisco to get that app on your phone for you. Because reasons.

>B. Press Cisco on the Vibe thing. He obviously knows more than he’s letting on.

>C. Look around, see if you can find someone else to either invite over to go sit with. Cisco seems comfortable table-hopping anyway. (Specify)

>D. ???
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>>1500967
Cisco is totally Vibe.

Does the video shake at all? Does it seem propped up, or was it actually being held by a person who moved it around?
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>A. Ask Cisco to get that app on your phone for you. Because reasons.
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>>1500978
It moves around. Someone was holding the phone.
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>>1500967
>>A. Ask Cisco to get that app on your phone for you. Because reasons.
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>>1500967
>>A. Ask Cisco to get that app on your phone for you. Because reasons.
>D. Given super around here and all it'd be cool to catch them, without being in the middle.
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>>1500967
>D. Start a talk with him about what it'd mean to be a hero like Vibe or the Flash. Sure, it'd be cool and shit, but you'd have to spend all your time risking your life, damn near being killed by superpowered nutjobs, no time for dates because if some jackass robs a bank and nobody else is on call you gotta go deal with that shit. Would it be worth it to be a superhero?

This question isn't so much for questioning him as it would be to see how he reacts to the question.
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>>1500967
>>A. Ask Cisco to get that app on your phone for you. Because reasons.
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>>1500978
>>1500985
>>1500987
>>1501022

You ask Cisco to get that app on your phone, explaining you think it’d be useful for getting around town without getting in the middle of superhero fights when they crop up. He’s happy to oblige, and after handing him your phone, he braves the seas of horribly virus and malware-ridden websites to get a very specific radio application. He assures you it’s the best you’ll be able to find.

The rest of lunch passes by, and you and your friend chat about the fight, watch the video a few more times, and debate on theories as to who the mystery hero might have been. Cisco is hellbent on his theory of a freshman named Dash McFasch being the hero’s secret identity. You chuckle at the kid’s name, and toss out a few theories of your own. They’re all false, obviously. You even ask him what he’d think being a hero would be like, and he responds with a very, very generic--

“It would be sweet, man! Fun as hell and you get to save lives. What’s not to like?”

Real insightful, Cisco.

The rest of the school day is pretty dull, though you do notice a few persons of interest. The girl in your homeroom, the excited girl dressed in all black, is in most of your classes. The fat kid also hangs around your classes a bunch, but usually books it once they actually start. Strange.

After school, you stand out front with your hands tucked into your jacket pockets, teens heading home, or to friends’ houses, or to get something to eat flow past you like a river around an upright stone. Their chattering irritates you, so you pop in earbuds.

>A. Use the app Cisco got you. Listen in with the scanner while you walk home.

>B. Play some music and head home.

>C. Wander around town and take in the sights. See if you can find any interesting spots.

>D. ???
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>>1501072
>>C. Wander around town and take in the sights. See if you can find any interesting spots.
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>>1501072
>D. Call dad, ask him about getting a mask so you can work on getting better control of your...thing...without people knowing who you are. Also ask if he has any ideas on how to safely test that stuff.
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>C. Wander around town and take in the sights. See if you can find any interesting spots
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>>1501072
>>C. Wander around town and take in the sights. See if you can find any interesting spots.
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>>1501072
>>C. Wander around town and take in the sights. See if you can find any interesting spots.
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>>1501085
>>1501087
>>1501093
>>1501133

Time to tour the town.

You flick on an ELO jam and listen while you stroll through the city, walking in the opposite direction of your home. You walk through Chubbuck, a residential area, and where Central City Hospital happens to be located. You make a mental note of it, just in case.

You pass by a boxing gym, Carl’s, and a few diners you make sure to take note of. The pie you spotted through the window of a place called ‘The Bottom Dollar Diner’ looked divine. You spot the industrial district, Lawrence Hills you think, and avoid it like the plague. Though you do make a note of the possibility of abandoned warehouses. Could be useful.

Your wandering takes you into the heart of the city.

The buildings are a lot taller here. The place almost looks like Metropolis-- except the sidewalks are cracked and instead of mostly business men and women crowding them, all types of people ranging from average joes to homeless men, women in high heels and expensive dresses to street performers line the streets.

The sky is getting darker. It’s late. The temperature has dropped significantly and you can see your breath. Maybe it’s time to head home.

You hear a woman’s scream in a nearby alley, which suddenly cuts off to the sound of a distant ‘thud’. The streets have thinned and the nearest civilians are either ignoring this or haven’t heard.

>A. Time to be a Superhero.

>B. Call the cops, you aren’t going to get involved in this without a costume.

>C. Sneak up to the edge of the alley, and get a better look at the situation. Maybe you got the wrong idea. Best to check.

>D. ???
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>>1501158
>C
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>>1501158
>>C. Sneak up to the edge of the alley, and get a better look at the situation. Maybe you got the wrong idea. Best to check.
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>C. Sneak up to the edge of the alley, and get a better look at the situation. Maybe you got the wrong idea. Best to check.

Let's not rush into danger without a way to protect our identity.
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>>1501158
>>C. Sneak up to the edge of the alley, and get a better look at the situation. Maybe you got the wrong idea. Best to check.
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>>1501178
>>1501181
>>1501189
>>1501190

You quickly jog over and sidle up against the corner of the building that leads into the alleyway. Carefully, you poke your head out to get a visual on the situation.

Three men wearing hoodies have surrounded a young couple, and the woman lay on the ground holding her nose. You see blood spilling out from between her fingers. The man she’s with whimpers, shivers, and digs into his pockets to toss what little pocket change he has at the feet of the three men.

You doubt that’s enough to satisfy them, and the thugs confirm that rather quickly.

“Not enough, dipshit,” the middle thug barks. He nods at his boys, “Kick their asses and take their clothes.”

>A. Alright, focus. You can use your power to dash through these guys and hide at the other end of the alley. Nobody will see.

>B. Run in and start throwing punches. You can’t let people know you’ve got powers, but you aren’t going to just let this happen.

>C. Wait and watch.

>D. ???
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>>1501233

>A. Alright, focus. You can use your power to dash through these guys and hide at the other end of the alley. Nobody will see.
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>B. Run in and start throwing punches. You can’t let people know you’ve got powers, but you aren’t going to just let this happen.

I would rather be beat up than have our identity revealed.
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>>1501233
>A. Alright, focus. You can use your power to dash through these guys and hide at the other end of the alley. Nobody will see.
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>>1501233
>D. ???
Shout "OH NO! POLICE ARE HERE" or "THERE OFFICER"

but it might lose our ambush
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>>1501233
>A
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>>1501233
>A. Alright, focus. You can use your power to dash through these guys and hide at the other end of the alley. Nobody will see.
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>>1501250
>>1501253
>>1501257
>>1501262
ROLL
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>>1501233
>>D. ???
Call the police. We got superpowers, don't make us stupid.
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Rolled 76 (1d100)

>>1501268
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Rolled 67 (1d100)

>>1501268
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Rolled 82 (1d100)

>>1501268
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Rolled 3 (1d100)

>>1501268
HEEEERE I COME TO SAVE THE DAYYYYYY
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>>1501289
>>1501296
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Rolled 72 (1d100)

>>1501268
High or low?
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>>1501299
Got them warm and fuzzies going on.
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>>1501298
Git yer shit together francis
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>>1501299

You clench your fists, filled with rage at the spectacle. These scumbags assaulted a woman, shook down her boyfriend, and it looks like they aren’t even done.

You won’t let this go unpunished.

You step out and stand at the edge of the alley, summoning that energy, that warmth within you to fill and empower you. It’s easier this time, in fact you feel like the more you call upon your powers, the more second nature they become. The edges of your vision blur, but the tunnel ahead is laser-focused. The pressure inside of you builds, and builds, until you explode forth.

You dash forward, the thugs standing perfectly still in comparison to your incredible speed. You need only apply passing strikes to their legs, two punches absolutely shattering the first two’s kneecaps, a less forceful chop fracturing the leader’s femur. You’re getting better at controlling your strength.

Still running and riding the high, you almost fail to notice someone running past you.

But of course you notice. And he notices you. The Flash, a blur of red and golden motion perks a brow as he dashes past, coming within arm’s reach. You skid to a halt at the edge of the alleyway, eyes wide. Holy shit, he saw you. You toss a look over your shoulder and find that the thugs have disappeared. The couple has been cleaned up, the woman looking a little goofy with tissue stuffed into her nose and the man looking spiffy with a straightened tie.

>A. Get out of there and head home, you’re frustrated. You can’t believe you let him see you.

>B. Try and find the Flash. See if you can get him to help you with your abilities. He’d be a perfect mentor.

>C. Go make sure the couple are okay.

>D. ???
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>>1501389
>B. Try and find the Flash. See if you can get him to help you with your abilities. He’d be a perfect mentor.
>C. Go make sure the couple are okay.
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>>1501389
They will be fine
>B
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>>1501389
>>A. Get out of there and head home, you’re frustrated. You can’t believe you let him see you.

fuck you flash
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>>1501301
To clarify, a higher roll is better. I hide the DC when rolls are required.
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That said, I only do that so anons don't choose the easiest option every time. I'll start letting you know after you've chosen, but before you roll.

>>1501393
>>1501403
Good luck, anons.DC 90.
ROLL
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Rolled 9 (1d100)

>>1501421
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Rolled 98 (1d100)

>>1501421
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Rolled 41 (1d100)

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>>1501426
O-oh, okay anons. Nice.
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>>1501421
>>1501424
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ffQmb-cNFuk
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>>1501431

The Flash. The fastest man alive. You’ve heard the stories, read the papers, seen the footage and know just how amazing he can be. Sure, you met Vibe, but this guy is in a whole other league. Maybe… just maybe, if you’re fast enough, you can flag him down and ask for help, whether it be advice for honing your ability to its fullest potential, or even some tips on getting your start as a bonafide Superhero.

Maybe he’s got a tailor.

Alright, you don’t have time to dawdle. He could be halfway across the city by now-- There! A streak of red, right out the corner of your eye. It barely registers, but you know it has to be him. Looks like he came around for another look at the new speedster in town.

You pull your jacket up over the lower portion of your face when you run out onto the street, a few pedestrians giving you strange looks. Then again, you were probably a figment of their imagination, since you disappear in the blink of an eye.

The blurred edges of your vision make it almost impossible to keep track of Flash, but lucky for you he’s running straight ahead, right in your laser-focused tunnel-vision. Flash looks over his shoulder, blinks, then doubles the distance between you two with barely any effort.

You’re able to gain on him, getting closer and closer, within arm’s reach-- when he turns on a dime and dashes down the street to your right. You skid to a halt, re-orient yourself, and dash after him, trying to regain that lost distance.

Thing is, he keeps glancing back at you, smirking.

Oh hell no.

This goes on for what feels like hours, but you know for a fact the two of you have been racing across the city for ten minutes-- tops.

Eventually he just kind of stops, and watches you run half a mile, stop, and run back, skidding to a halt in front of him. Your face is red due to a mixture of effort and frustration.

“What the hell, man? Why didn’t you just stop?” you ask, before immediately feeling a little embarassed about the first impression you just made.

Flash only laughs, “I wanted to see if you could keep up. Nice moves, kid. Must be the star track runner at your school.” Flash disappears in a blur of red, and for a moment you get ready to chase after him-- but he reappears with a smoothie and starts suckling on the straw.

“So what’d you want?” he asks.

>A. I want you to help me control my powers.

>B. I want advice on being a hero. Where do I start?

>C. I want to be your sidekick.

>D. I just wanted to see if I could catch you. I got pretty close.

>E. ???
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>>1501534
>>A. I want you to help me control my powers.
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>C. I want to be your sidekick.
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>>1501534
>Well, I'm thinking of being a hero, but...thinking on it, it doesn't seem as easy as you and the rest of the league make it look. I couldn't think of anyone better to ask for advice, so...can you please help me be a hero? And not be a scrub in over his head?
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>>1501534
Alternatively
>I wanna race. Straight line across any stretch of road. I want to see what my speed limit is.
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>>1501534
>>B. I want advice on being a hero. Where do I start?
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>>1501534
>A. I want you to help me control my powers.
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>>1501534
>>A. I want you to help me control my powers.
>>B. I want advice on being a hero. Where do I start?
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>>1501534
>>B. I want advice on being a hero. Where do I start?
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>>1501534
>A. I want you to help me control my powers.
>E. I know that I am still really new to this, and that I am in not ready to be a hero. Right now, I have gotten by with luck, and I need to make sure that it starts being skill.
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>>1498663
ZATANNA! We will put our head between those Magical Thighs!
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>>1499816
Is that Rick's Dick?

Can we accelerate parts of our body and not other parts?
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>>1501637
Haha fuck how did I never notice the dick until now
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>>1501534
>>>B. I want advice on being a hero. Where do I start?
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>>1501548
>>1501565
>>1501576
>>1501582
>>1501592

Now that the Flash is standing right in front of you, not running around or blurry like all the photographs and videos, you’re able to get a good look at him.

He’s a little taller than you, and is definitely in shape, but you always imagined he would be… well, not what he is. His suit is skin-tight and red, made from a friction-resistant fabric you suppose, with golden designs running along the sides and around his arms and chest, leading into the lightning bolt symbol on his chest.

You can see a faded bruise at the edge of his lip, and a there’s a tear in the fabric of his suit at the shoulder. Guess it’s been a long day.

“Well, I want to be a hero… but thinking on it, it isn’t as easy as you and other heroes make it seem,” you admit, adjusting your jacket nervously. You noticed the seams where the arms meet the body of the jacket are frayed to all shit. Damn it. You need a costume.

Flash shifts his weight, smiling politely and nodding along as you continue, but you can tell he’s impatient.

“I’d like you to help me control my powers, and give me some tips on getting started. You’re fast, I’m fast,” you point out, “You’re the best person to help me out.”

“Look, kid, I’m real busy,” Flash informs you, his tone apologetic, “But I won’t leave you high and dry. Here.” The speedster’s arm is a blur, and you barely have time to catch a little red box with a speaker and receiver on it, a single button with that same lightning bolt insignia on it.

“That’s a communicator. I rewired it just now, so it’ll put you in contact with a friend of mine. She’ll help you out with getting geared up and started. As for your powers? Sorry, Speedy. You’re on your own on that front. I’m still trying to figure out the ins and outs of my own thing. Anyway, gotta run!” And with that, Flash is gone.

You’re left holding the communicator, and you aren’t even sure where you are in the city. According to your cell, it’s midnight. You pick a direction and head home.

>End of Session

Hope you guys had fun.
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>>1501637
Yes.

Unfortunately not.
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>>1501680
thanks for running
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Couple things.

I'll be around for questions and feedback.

I'm going to set up a twitter, but I'm newish to QMing so I'm not sure if I should start a new thread or continue with this one for another session.
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>>1501684
So are you going to make a twitter or something?
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>>1501699
>>1501698
Nvm
Continue in this thread until you get a session where It stops bumping then for the next one make a new one.
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>>1501698
If you're running tomorrow or sunday this thread, if not new one.
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so with our powers, if we decided to run into a brick wall, would we go splat or would we loony toons it and run right through it while leaving a rick shaped hole?
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>>1501698
well we be able to expand our powers at all like being able to turn while running
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>>1501714
given we're indestructible and wrecked our house? Prolly the latter.
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>>1501705
A'ight.

>>1501714
Well you did bust a hole in your wall, and gain invulnerability while running, so it'd be less loony toons and more Juggernaut.

>>1501715
You may or may not gain access to more powers/supplemental technology/magical bullshit that can add to your arsenal in the future. The power you have is pretty great though. Be creative with it.
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>>1501741
>Well you did bust a hole in your wall, and gain invulnerability while running, so it'd be less loony toons and more Juggernaut.
so what would you say is the limit of things we can break? I mean could we run through an entire column of tanks, or a steel door of a bank vault, or even superman? Or do we have some things we simply can't koolaid man our way through?
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>>1501757
......superman could probably tank us, but anything less that superhero durable probably could not. Don't try to Koolaid darkseid.
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>>1501757
Well you aren't actually Juggernaut. You're just a fast moving, very very durable human projectile-- you don't have infinite inertia.

As for what you can do specifically? I'd recommend trial and error but I like running the quest.
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I now have a twitter.

@PapaSlink
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>>1501801
I'll drop the link for you https://twitter.com/PapaSlink
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>>1501771
>Assuming Darkseid or his bitchass beams could catch us

I'm sorry, but did you miss the description where it said we're and I quote, "at a velocity that surpasses even that of The Flash." >>1497276

That means we're faster than the guy who the writers used to re-vamp the universe from Flash-Point into New 52. I think we have the right to act a bit cocky.
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>>1503543
>Adendum,
It DOES say no turning, but really, it's Darkseid in a DC setting we're talking about. Collateral damage is kind of his thing so we'd probably have a flat plane to run on.
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>>1503543
I said Koolaid manning him. AKA trying to run THROUGH him. Superman who is nearly as fast as the flash and MUCH tougher can't do it, I doubt we could either.
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>>1503609
True, we wouldn't be able to straight up tank him, but I feel we could at the very least Goldburg spear him off the planet.
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>>1503616
Given the Qm hinted that we'd need to build up quite a head of steam and momentum to do that, I am worried any chance we'd have would get negated by killy eye beams. ALso the dude straight up fights supes going all out and ties more often than not. We are not going to be able to that to him, it's been tried before.
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>>1503637
Not with that attitude we wont.
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Do we plan on gettting a rouges gallery?
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>>1505721
I don't think anyone ever plans on pissing off enough villains that they end up with a list they have to deal with on a regular basis. Depends on how you go about things.
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>>1505765
Ahh ok
Definitely loving this
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>>1503616
Save that for Doomsday
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>>1505765
The Flash has a rogues gallery though. Batman, Superman, Wonder Woman, all of the big timers have a rogues gallery. Though I suppose we'd have to earn ours...
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>>1506073
Glad you're enjoying things so far.

>>1506918
I'm not saying you wont have one, just that whether or not you collect recurring baddies like trading cards depends on the choices you have Rick make, and what kind of person you shape him to be.
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>>1506997
are you going to run at 2300 gmt again today ?
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>>1507193
Gonna run around 2000.
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Aaaaaaaand we're back, ladies and germs. First post going up in five.
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>>1508418
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mECbNy4TkOg

It’s been a few days since you met the Flash-- chased him down and asked for help with getting your foot into the hero business. As nice as he was about the whole situation, you couldn’t help but be a little disappointed. For some reason, you expected more than a few words of encouragement and a communicator you’ve been too nervous to actually use.

You finished out the school week, Cisco pretty much monopolizing any time you’ve had to socialize. You learned about his three brothers Paco, Armando and Dante, and about his knack for all things technological. The guy disassembled a hand held gaming device to fix a loose joystick, but you could tell he messed with a lot more than that when he put it back together and the action-platformer he was playing ran about twice as smooth. It took a lunch period.

You also learned the names of some of the more interesting students in your classes. The perky girl who dresses like she’s in a 90’s black metal music video on the daily is Franchesca Lloyd. She’s incredibly nice, from what you’ve seen. The stiff, pretty blonde in your homeroom gets called on often enough for you to have memorized her name involuntarily-- Anna Schmidt. You think Cisco mentioned her dad owning a huge chunk of real estate in the city. Why the hell is she going to a public school? The big kid who likes his sweets more than he should is Carl Cho. He’s gotten in four fights since the beginning of the year, so you figure it’s best to not antagonize him.

Aside from that, the work hasn’t been too difficult. You aren’t falling behind academically, at least not yet.

>Continued
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>>1508445

It’s a beautiful Saturday morning.

You sit across from your father at the squat, mini dining table in your kitchen, finishing off the eggs and bacon he prepared the both of you for breakfast. It’s been quieter than usual around the house, and with dad often being taciturn at his chattiest, that’s pretty damn quiet. He turns to the next page of his newspaper, eliciting a rustling sandpapery noise.

It makes you uneasy. Not the newspaper, though ancient forms of news media are a little spooky. So easy to fudge. You don’t know how anyone ever trusted a single news source to get the facts straight before cable, and later the Internet. No, it’s the silence. Your father, despite knowing about (and cleaning up after) your powers, he hasn’t asked you once about them since the incident.

The communicator Flash gave you is in your pocket. You haven’t let it out of your sight since you got it, but haven’t been able to muster up the courage to actually use the damn thing. Making that call pretty much locks you in, since that woman Flash mentioned is supposed to ‘Get you set up’, whatever that means.

Well, you’ve got the rest of the day to do what you want. You should plan it out.

>A. Talk to your dad. He obviously isn’t going to initiate a conversation, so it’s on you.

>B. Head out. You should start preparing if you want to be a hero, and you know just the place to get started. (Specify-- Central City Hospital: First Aid, Carl’s Boxing Gym: Hand to Hand, Abandoned Warehouse: Power Practice)

>C. Call Cisco to hang out at that Diner you’ve been meaning to eat at.

>D. Start brainstorming and sketching ideas for a costume. If you’re going to be a hero, you have to look the part.

>E. Use the communicator Flash gave you. He said the person on the other end of the line would get you set up.

>F. ???

Choose 3.
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>>1508450
>talk to your dad
>start a concept for your costume
>call the person flash recommended
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>>1508450
>A. Talk to your dad. He obviously isn’t going to initiate a conversation, so it’s on you.
>D. Start brainstorming and sketching ideas for a costume. If you’re going to be a hero, you have to look the part.
>E. Use the communicator Flash gave you. He said the person on the other end of the line would get you set up.
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>>1508450
>>D. Start brainstorming and sketching ideas for a costume. If you’re going to be a hero, you have to look the part.
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>>1508464
>>1508485
>>1508520

“Dad, when are we going to talk about what happened?” you blurt out, unable to think of a more casual way to bring the hole in your room-- and the power that caused it up.

“As soon as you’d like,” he responds, his tone gruff but nonchalant. He hasn’t even lowered his newspaper.

“Alright, well, now is as good a time as any. I can do things, dad--” you start.

“Oh I am very aware of all the things you can do. Like getting angry over somethin’ mysterious and grabbing one of my tools to bust your wall open with. Like making up stories about super powers so you don’t have to deal with consequences.” He turns the page of his newspaper.

You feel your ears get hot, and your hands clench underneath the table. He doesn’t believe you, and what’s worse, you waited long enough for him to speculate. His matter-of-fact tone says it all, he’s made up his mind.

“I wasn’t making it up. I have powers, dad, I’m fast!” you explain, raising your voice a tad.

“You’ve been late to school three days out of five this past week,” he points out. He isn’t wrong, but that only makes you more frustrated.

>A. Never mind, he’s going to be a dick about this. Maybe it’s better he doesn’t believe you. Go upstairs and start sketching up ideas for a costume.

>B. Prove it. He’ll believe you if he sees what you can do with his own two eyes.

>C. Storm off and let off some steam in the garage, then head out. Screw the plan, you’re in a bad mood.

>D. ???
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>>1508558
>A Never mind
we can still prove it at any time later if we deem it necessary
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>>1508558
>>A. Never mind, he’s going to be a dick about this. Maybe it’s better he doesn’t believe you. Go upstairs and start sketching up ideas for a costume.
The fewer people who know we're fast, the better.
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>>1508558
>>B. Prove it. He’ll believe you if he sees what you can do with his own two eyes.

the fuck kind of school reports tardies?
Also, we should make friends with Franchesca
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>>1508558
>D. Right then. Off to the back yard. Show off a bit.
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>>1508563
>>1508584

You take a deep breath, and stand from the table, walking off and up the stairs to your room, and leaving your father to finish his breakfast alone. Dad is going to be a dick about this, but maybe that’s for the best. The fewer people who know about your powers the better, and while you don’t want your dad to be all moody around you, it’s better than having him worry about what you’re going to do with your abilities.

Shutting the door to your room a little harder than usual, you lock it and sit at your desk. Right, on to business. You need a costume, something to hide your identity and maybe provide some protection for when you aren’t dashing. You dig around in the drawers built into the sides of your desk, and tug out a few sheets of loose leaf as well as a few mechanical pencils.

>A. Tights. TIGHTS!

>B. You need something heroic but still practical. Try and come up with a design that’s flashy enough to be recognizable but provides protection at the same time.

>C. This isn’t a game. You could die out there. Sketch up some uber-practical gear that isn’t flashy in the slightest.

>D. ???
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>>1508588
Central City is a nice place. If the majority of your first week consists f being late, a teacher might call and complain. Mr. Duddles probably did it.
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>>1508614
>B
if we have to compete against the Flash we need to be FLASHIER
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>>1508614
>>B. You need something heroic but still practical. Try and come up with a design that’s flashy enough to be recognizable but provides protection at the same time.

hero's should inspire but that doesn't mean that they should be stupid about it
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>>1508614
>D. Bright colors, for easy identification. Padding on the crotch, torso, and head. No exposed skin, if possible.
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>>1508614
>>C. This isn’t a game. You could die out there. Sketch up some uber-practical gear that isn’t flashy in the slightest.
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>>1508614
>>B. You need something heroic but still practical. Try and come up with a design that’s flashy enough to be recognizable but provides protection at the same time.
I'm thinking either orange or blue as the primary color, something that contrasts with the other speedsters.
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>>1508626
>>1508654
>>1508668
>>1508689

You spend a good few hours sketching costume designs, dragging lead over paper in an amateurish attempt at art. Not that it matters to you, this isn’t meant to be pretty-- it’s just to get your thoughts down and solidified. You go through what must be a dozen sheets of paper and twice as many designs, everything ranging from just wearing tights under bits of riot gear to an overdesigned garbage outfit that looks like it belongs in an anime. Eventually, you come up with something satisfactory.

It’s a lot more modern than the designs you started out with-- leotards and capes tossed to the wayside. A bullet resistant motorcycle jacket with stylized arrows down the sleeves, worn over a close-fitting full body jumpsuit. Combat boots and gloves are incorporated, and you sketch a little bulge in at the crotch to indicate a cup. And of course there’s the issue of masking your face.

>A. A simple domino mask should be fine.

>B. A mask akin to a balaclava with goggles should work well enough. You don’t need people noticing your skin color.

>C. Fuck it, go whole hog and choose a motorcycle helmet.
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>>1508777
>Fuck it, go whole hog and choose a motorcycle helmet.
Concussions are not fun.
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>>1508777
>>B. A mask akin to a balaclava with goggles should work well enough. You don’t need people noticing your skin color.
trip 7's this means something
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>>1508777
>A simple domino mask
alternatively B if nobody like A
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>B. A mask akin to a balaclava with goggles should work well enough. You don’t need people noticing your skin color.
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>>1508777
>C.
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>>1508777
>C
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>>1508777
>C. Fuck it, go whole hog and choose a motorcycle helmet.
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>>1508780
>>1508813
>>1508826

You finish off the design by adding a motorcycle helmet with more arrow designs on the sides. Looking at the finished product, you’re a little unsure about a few aspects of the outfit, but you aren’t about to sit in your room all day re-designing it. You’re already going a little stir crazy.

It occurs to you that you have no way of bringing this design into reality on your own. Sowing and leather working aren’t your areas of expertise. You could just order a bunch of the pieces online…

Then it hits you. The communicator-- the one Flash gave you that’s been burning a hole in your pocket for days. You reach into your jean pocket and place the little red device on your desk. It has a single button, a speaker and a receiver on it, with Flash’s lightning bolt insignia stamped on for good measure. Well, he did say his friend would set you up.

Deciding you’ve waited long enough, you hit the button and hold the device up to your hear like a phone. It rings once, twice, three times, and then someone picks up. You can hear water running in the background, a faucet or a shower, you can’t pinpoint it.

“Helloooo~?” The sing songy voice on the other end of the line greets.

You clear your throat, not wanting to make a bad impression. “Hello. My name is R--Err, I’m Blur. The Flash gave me a communicator and told me to call, said whoever was on the other end could help me get set up to fight crime?”

“Mhm, he told me about how you’s two had a run-in. That was a couple days ago though. What took you so long to call?” she asks. You hear padding footsteps, and the running water in the background gets a bit louder.

>A. I’ve been busy. Can you help me out?

>B. I was nervous. Can you help me out?

>C. Don’t worry about it, can you help me out?

>D. ???
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>>1508904
>>A. I’ve been busy. Can you help me out?
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>>1508914
seconding this
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>>1508904
>B
We are new to this so yeah we're nervous
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>>1508904
>I've been busy, but mose so, I've been nervous. Can you help me out?
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>>1508928
fuck you and I want both mentality
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>>1508904
>>B. I was nervous. Can you help me out?
Anyone the Flash would want us to call could probably tell if we lied to them. Best to be honest.
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>A. I’ve been busy. Can you help me out?
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>>1508904
>I didn't have a real reason to and I didn't want to bother you too much...but now I need some help.
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>>1508904
>>A. I’ve been busy. Can you help me out?
anons are pussies
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>B. I was nervous. Can you help me out?
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>>1508914
>>1508921
>>1508956
>>1508970

“I’ve been busy. Can you help me out?” you ask.

“Busy, huh? Busy with what?” the voice on the other end of the line asks, chuckling. You hear the water in the background cut out, then hear some splashes, followed by a contented sigh.

“Busy with stuff, things and other stuff,” you answer lamely. Even if she is a friend of Flash, you don’t want to give away too much information. “Can you help me out or not?”

“Fiiiiine,” the girl whines. You hear her huff on the other end. She must have been looking for someone to occupy her time for a spell. You feel a pang of regret for a moment, but she continues, “I don’t know why Flash insists on giving people those crappy walkies. Get a piece of paper and write this number down, Five five fi--”
You scramble for one of the pencils on your desk and quickly scribble down the given didgets. She didn’t give you any time, but you figure if she’s a friend of the Flash, she would be used to not having to wait for that kind of stuff. You’re able to get it all down in one, and that’s lucky, because she doesn’t repeat herself.

“Text that number. You’ll get a text with an address when I’m ready for you to come in. In case Flashy didn’t explain, I outfit heroes, real covert and sneaky-like. Nobody’ll know where you got the threads,” she explains, and you imagine her twirling her hair while doing so.

“Good thing you called me. Ordering online is easy to track, and making your own stuff ends up making you look like a dumpster chump.” She giggles. “Aaaaanyway, don’t work about payment. Flashy’s got you covered. K bye!” Click.

Well then.

>A. Text the number, attatch a photo of the design you’ve drawn up.

>B. Text the number, and let whatever happens happen.

>C. Don’t text the number.

>D. ??? (Don't do it Anon)
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>>1509030
>>A. Text the number, attatch a photo of the design you’ve drawn up.
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>>1509030
>A
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>>1509030
>B
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>>1509030
>A. Text the number, attach a photo of the design you’ve drawn up.
Specifying the desire for a full face concealment over the arrow design.
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>A. Text the number, attach a photo of the design you’ve drawn up.
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>>1509030
>A. Text the number, attatch a photo of the design you’ve drawn up.
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>>1509030
>>A. Text the number, attatch a photo of the design you’ve drawn up.
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>>1509057
>>1509060
>>1509067
>>1509103
>>1509166

You snap a pic of your super amazing artistry, and then send a text to the number given. You’re sure to add her function over design is a must, the arrows drawn on the helmet taking a back seat to full facial protection and tinting.

You immediately get a text back, a happy bunny emoji but nothing else. You guess that’s it for now. She said she would let you know when it was okay to come in when you get an address.

After sitting around in your room for a good fifteen minutes, then spending another ten dicking around online, you get bored and open up that app Cisco got for you, the One that works like a police scanner and radio app. It’s poorly designed, the interface confusing and all over the place, the colors on the buttons clashing horridly-- but you figure out how to work it soon enough.

“--QUESINGT BACK-UP, I REPEAT, REQUESTING BACK-UP AT 9NTH AND FAULCNER!” You cringe and turn the volume down. “Some asshole wearing eye makeup and chaps flew in on a flying motorcycle!” There’s a pause. “This is not a joke, by the way. The twins are-- OH SHIT!” A loud bang sounds.

...Damn.

>A. The Flash, Vibe and the three or four other heroes you’ve heard of in town can handle it. You don’t have a costume.

>B. You have to help. The request for back up was only a few miles north of your house, If you remember right.

>C. ???
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>A. The Flash, Vibe and the three or four other heroes you’ve heard of in town can handle it. You don’t have a costume.
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>>1509170
>B. You have to help. The request for back up was only a few miles north of your house, If you remember right.

Being a hero doesn't require a costume, get some face covering and get on out there
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>C. go to scene and see if you can help, otherwise see how the heroes handle the situation
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>>1509170
>>B. You have to help. The request for back up was only a few miles north of your house, If you remember right.
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>A. The Flash, Vibe and the three or four other heroes you’ve heard of in town can handle it. You don’t have a costume.
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>>1509252
This
Observe and learn
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>>1509252
This
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>>1509231
>>1509252
>>1509264
>>1509375
>>1509425

You have to help. Being a hero doesn’t require a costume. You snatch some clothes you never wear from a few still unpacked boxes sitting in the corner of your room, slipping on a gray pullover hoodie with a Bugs Bunny design on the front, an old pair of work gloves your dad gave you, and wrapping a winter scarf that belonged to your mom around your neck and mouth.

You tug open your window and step out onto the roof, shutting it behind you. If dad refuses to believe you have powers, you might as well keep up the act. He can’t know you’re about to put yourself in danger. After a short fall and roll, you’re off, dashing with that incredible speed of yours down the cracked blacktop cutting a line through your neighborhood.

It only takes you a few minutes to arrive, skidding to a halt a few blocks from the scene of the action. There are police cruisers everywhere, some forming a barricade, others looking like they went through a compactor and were tossed to the wayside, and even a few hanging out the side of nearby buildings. The only police on the scene are incapacitated officers and one or two hiding nearby with radios clenched in-hand, calling for bigger, badder backup.

Straddling a futuristic-looking flying Harley is what looks like a buff, gray man wearing a leather jacket and ripped up jeans. The guy sports a mane that would make the lead singer of a hair metal band blush, and what looks like huge swooping blots of eye makeup. You doubt it’s human. He’s holding a sawn off shotgun in one hand, and flipping everyone off with the other.

“Come on, ya fraggin’ stains! At least give the Main Man a challenge before he wipes these elfy dopes off the face’a the planet!” he shouts, his voice a gravely but jovial boom, laughing heartily. He pulls the trigger on that gun of his, and a blast of searing orange and molten steel obliterate another police cruiser, causing a small explosion. You’re confused for a moment, but quickly realize he wasn’t aiming for the police cruiser.

“Jayna, no!” a voice calls out in horror. You spot what looks like a giant hawk fly away from the blast. The biker keeps firing off shots, going “Bang! Pow! Hahaha!” the whole way. You then get a look at the source of the shouting from before, a goofy looking fellow in a very simple purple super suit with a collar and some kind of black and gold insignia on his chest. His ears are pointed.. You don’t spot any more heroes.

>A. Try and get any and all civillians and wounded police officers away from the scene.

>B. Approach the hero in purple with the pointy ears, get a rundown of the situation.

>C. Build up that energy within you, and dash forward, maybe jump mid-dash and catch the biker in the chest with a kick.

>D. ???
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>>1509481
>A. Try and get any and all civilians and wounded police officers away from the scene.
We Damage Control now.
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>>1509481
>>C. Build up that energy within you, and dash forward, maybe jump mid-dash and catch the biker in the chest with a kick.
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>>1509481
>>C. Build up that energy within you, and dash forward, maybe jump mid-dash and catch the biker in the chest with a kick.
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>>1509500
Did you see the same spoiler image as I did?!
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>>1509481
>A. Try and get any and all civilians and wounded police officers away from the scene.

Considering our lack of experience and the size of that dude this is how we can help out the most
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>A. Try and get any and all civillians and wounded police officers away from the scene.
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>>1509505
yes
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>A. Try and get any and all civillians and wounded police officers away from the scene.
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>>1509505
their is no damage control when lobo is involved the best why to stop him is to take him down fast
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>>1509487
>>1509519
>>1509520
>>1509528

Pfft. Pansies.
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>>1509481
>C. Build up that energy within you, and dash forward, maybe jump mid-dash and catch the biker in the chest with a kick.
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>>1509481
>C
hope I still count
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>A. Try and get any and all civillians and wounded police officers away from the scene.
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>>1509481
>>A. Try and get any and all civillians and wounded police officers away from the scene.

Lobo is a bit above our pay grade right now.
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>>1509505
I don't know who that is.
Seems like an asshole.
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>>1509519
>>1509520
>>1509528

“Jesus Christ,” you mutter, watching the biker fire off plasmatic slugs into everything but what he’s aiming for, blowing smoking holes through nearby apartment buildings, vehicles and billboards. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was purposefully taking pot shots to extend the fun. The giant hawk swoops in between and around buildings, climbing high into the air, twirling to avoid a trio of blasts that send superheated orange streaks through the sky, then dives right at the biker with an ear-deafening “CAW!, talons ready.

There’s no way you’re getting in the middle of that shit right now. Instead, you do damage control, building up energy to blast you over to an injured police woman’s side in the blink of an eye. You kneel beside her and bring her arm over your shoulder. She gives you a terribly frightened look, eyes wide as dinner plates, but she doesn’t refuse the help. Not knowing if using your speed while holding someone would lead to injury, you help her to safety as a normal pace.

While you’re doing your best to protect Central City’s finest, the biker is having the time of his life. That swooping dive was cut short by a bone-shattering right hook, smack-dab in the hawk’s gut, sending it plummeting to the ground.

“Come on, that’s it!? Why are you two bozos even worth the contract?” The biker calls out, his tone mixed laughter and disappointment.

The hero in purple rushes to the fallen hawk’s side. The giant bird of prey faintly glows, before shrinking into the limp figure of a woman, dressed just the same as the male hero. He takes her hand in his, and rage overwhelming him. You’re busy bringing police and civillians to safety, a job that gets more and more complicated as the biker keeps blowing shit up, but you could swear you heard something like ‘Under Pins Tower Reactivate’.

Suddenly, a huge, gushing pillar of water bursts and rushes skyward from underneath the biker, engulfing him completely. It swirls like a hurricane, tall and thick as a building, shrouding the air in thick mist for blocks on end. The sound is deafening roar.

>A. Keep it up, you’re doing well. You’ve already saved seven or so people.

>B. That’s not going to be enough. You need to use your power, now!

>C. This is way too dangerous, get the hell out of there.

>D. ???
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>>1509676
He's lobo a alien mercenary that can go toe to toe with supes and is immortal.
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>>1509676
I mean you're not wrong
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>>1509691
>B. That’s not going to be enough. You need to use your power, now!
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>>1509691
>>B. That’s not going to be enough. You need to use your power, now!

he needs to be stopped before this gets any worse
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>>1509696
Didn't he get fucked when he was separated from his bikaroo? I dont remember anything about him really.
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>>1509711
Dunno only thing I know he can fight Superman on semi-equal terms and can't die.
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>>1509722
Eh whatever, even if we draw his attention as long as we're sprinting we're immune.
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>B. That’s not going to be enough. You need to use your power, now!

where's the flash when you need him
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>>1509704
>>1509739

>Taking on the Main Man
Oh anons. DC 85.
ROLL
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>>1509722
He once was raped by a Mexican man
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Rolled 80 (1d100)

>>1509748
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Rolled 69 (1d100)

>>1509748
Fucking bring it!
>>1509749
Hah, what a faggot
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>>1509749
Whose friend welded a dog to his ass
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Rolled 24 (1d100)

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>>1509752
>>1509756
>>1509758

Welp.
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>>1509752
Close but no cigar
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>>1509758
dude link you shit
>>1509766
I was soo fucking close too
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4gDch1p4c_M

That son of a bitch isn’t going down that easy, you just know it. Those two heroes need your help, and as far as you can tell in this hurricane, the cavalry isn’t getting here any time soon. You drop a guy with a broken arm at the end of the block and point him away from the action, yelling over the wind and rain for him to run. He does as you say and disappears into the mist, fleeing the fight.

You face the storm, locking your arms at your sides. It’s almost impossible to get a bead on him, but there’s a tiny orange light at the heart of the hurricane. It glows brighter, and brighter, and soon you can hear the revving of the biker’s futuristic Harley. You see a huge chunk of the swirling mass of water evaporate, and get a glimpse of the biker laughing his ass off, gun holstered and hands revving the engine before the water engulfs him again. He must be using the heat and energy from his bike to mess with the hero’s water power.

You form a plan. Watching and waiting for another glimpse, another flash, and as soon as it happens-- There! You build and release that energy, the edges of your vision blurring, your focus pristine, right on the biker. You dash forward, and kick off the ground to get some air. It works. Kind of.

Once you kick off, you’re thrown at exactly the angle you were looking for, but that focus you had starts to wane, and you feel weaker than you normally do while running. At the end of your dash, you find that the biker has his pale, meaty fingers around your neck. He caught you. Plucked you right out of the air before you could hit him. Face to face, you can smell the stink of cigarettes and ozone on him, and his smiling red eyes bore into yours.

“Come to pay your respects to your dead friends, huh? Feetal’s Gizz, you’re a dipslit. You ain’t part of the contract though, so thank Lobo for not snapping your neck right away,” he says, chuckling, and loosening his grip on you just a tad. You get the feeling he’s going to kill you anyway, and your gut is screaming. You’re never been more afraid in your life.

Around you, the water seems to have calmed, slowly falling and flooding the area below. It starts to converge on a single point, like a whirlpool in the drain, eventually consolidating into a glowing mass-- the purple suited hero forming a moment later next to his partner. They’re both down. It’s just you.

>A. Beg.

>B. Plead.

>C. Shit yourself.

>D. Try and use your power, point blank dash.

>C. ???
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>>1509957
>>D. Try and use your power, point blank dash.
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>>1509957
>>D. Try and use your power, point blank dash.
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>>1509957
>>D. Try and use your power, point blank dash.
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>>1509957
>D. Try and use your power, point blank dash.
Well, this is why I wanted to stay out of the way from fighting him. You guys happy now?
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>>1509999

>D. Try and use your power, point blank dash.
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>>1509999
Yup I am. Coward.
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>>1509999
get over it you pussy this shit happens to every hero at least once a story arc
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>>1509991
>>1509996
>>1510011

>>1509999
Checked. Nice quads.
DC 70, ROLL
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Rolled 75 (1d100)

>>1510043
HEEERE I COME TO SAVE THE DAYYYY
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Rolled 49 (1d100)

>>1510043
Ugly ass motherfucker
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Rolled 35 (1d100)

>>1510043

>>1510048
day saved
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>>1510048
>>1510043
YES
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>>1510053
>>1510054
Oh hey you didn't die.
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>>1510081
I can already tell this is gonna be a fun quest. This your first or nah?
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It can’t end here. This, This… eye-shadow wearing rejected Kiss auditionee isn’t about to kill you. You’re better than this, and to get merc’d before you’ve even started your adventure? Hell no. Dying here would be letting not only yourself down, but also all the people that might follow if you don’t drive this asshole off. That energy builds within you, fills you with its strength, its force…

Its Speed.

You burst forward, screaming bloody murder right in Lobo’s face, your hands on HIS neck. You watch as his features contort into confusion in slow motion as you tackle him off his bike, down the road, through a delivery truck and into a small crater right in the center of the Desbro intersection. This area of the city has been evacuated due to Lobo’s attack, so luckily no one’s been hurt. No one but Lobo.

You feel the force drain from you, and your vision returns to normal. You quickly scramble to your feet, skipping back from the downed contract killer. You get the feeling that didn’t end him like it would so many others. The adrenaline fills you, makes you feel like you can do anything-- but your head is screaming to get the hell away from this guy,

After a few seconds, Lobo picks himself up off the ground, rubbing his neck where an bruising hand print is quickly fading. He whistles, then lets out a roarous laugh.

“Ha! Holy fragaroni! Who's payin' you? Not bad.” He compliments you, before un-holstering that sawn-off shotgun looking blaster.

“Still gotta frag ya though,” he growls.

>A. Use your power, dash to the side and get the hell out of there. Gotta play hit and run.

>B. Use your power. Tackle this asshole again. If you hit him enough, he might not get up.

>C. Use your power, and get the hell out of there. You can’t do this on your own. You’d be leaving those two heroes to die, though. They’re unconcsious and Lobo sounded pretty serious about ending them.

>D. Talk shit.

>E. ???
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>>1510084
It's my first time, anon. Be gentle.
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>>1510246
>A. HIT AND RUN TIME
>D. Nobody's paying me. I'm just a concerned citizen.
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>>1510246
>A. Use your power, dash to the side and get the hell out of there. Gotta play hit and run.
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>>1510246
>>A. Use your power, dash to the side and get the hell out of there. Gotta play hit and run.
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>C. Use your power, and get the hell out of there. You can’t do this on your own. You’d be leaving those two heroes to die, though. They’re unconcsious and Lobo sounded pretty serious about ending them.
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>>1510246
>>A. Use your power, dash to the side and get the hell out of there. Gotta play hit and run.
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>>1510246
>>A. Use your power, dash to the side and get the hell out of there. Gotta play hit and run.
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>>1510246
>A. Use your power, dash to the side and get the hell out of there. Gotta play hit and run.
>E. Use the communicator we got from Flash and tell the person at the other end we need backup stat.
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>>1510268
>>1510269
>>1510271
>>1510294
>>1510298
>>1510350
DC 60. ROLL
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Rolled 19 (1d100)

>>1510358
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vkOJ9uNj9EY
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Rolled 83 (1d100)

>>1510358
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>>1510358
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Rolled 54 (1d100)

>>1510358
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>>1510366
Bless you anon-chan.
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Rolled 50 (1d100)

>>1510366
>>1510358
Bless!
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>>1510366
>>1510368
Nice.
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>>1510397
Really loving the speed that you're going at man. Overall this is a pretty good Quest
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FIRST WE GONNA

ROCK

THEN WE GONNA

ROLL

THEN WE GONNA

POP

GO, LET IT GO!
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>>1510437
X GUN GIVE TO YA
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BUT IT SEEMS SO SLOW TO ME
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>>1510397

Your mind runs a mile a minute, and for a moment you wonder if you can think super fast as well. If Lobo could tank that hit and get up after, as well as take out two heroes without much effort-- you figure he’s been around long enough to know not to let the same thing happen to him twice. You’ve seen what that gun can do too. Charging ahead is suicide.

You turn to pivot, and hear a loud, plasmatic BANG before releasing that energy inside of you and dashing away. You glance back and find a good portion of your hoodie has disappeared, frayed, burnt edges marking a hole, but you are physically unharmed. You were just quick enough to avoid getting lazzed.

You skid and stumble to a halt in a nearby alley, turn, and dash off again. Staying still isn’t smart, as you’re much tougher while running, and it’s harder to hit a moving target. When you aren’t behind buildings, you make sure to catch a glance of what Lobo is up to.

The hitman is firing off in all directions, his expression less lackadaisical, more intense. That grin hasn’t disappeared though. You decide to change that. After darting around and making sure he’s lost you, you step out from an alley and take aim-- charging that energy within you and letting it out with a shout. You rip a bumper from an abandoned taxi cab while speeding past, and on impact, wrap it around Lobo’s face with ease, kneeing him in the gut at the same time.

The two of you slide and tear a warpath through the street, and you are able to step over him and dash away to continue your dodge and weaving. Lobo picks himself up and rips the bumper off his face, throwing it at the ground in frustration.

“What the frack, slider!? FIGHT LIKE A MAN!” He starts firing off shots with one hand, and messing with a device on his hip with the other.

>A. Keep him occupied. If you can just keep knocking him down, someone will show up eventually. Where the hell is Flash?

>B. You can handle this guy. Maybe if get far enough away, then build up enough speed, you can actually take him out.

>C. Dash off and see if the two heroes are ready to fight or run. They’re who Lobo is after.

>D. Call someone (Specify)

>E. ???
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>>1510579
>A. Keep him occupied. If you can just keep knocking him down, someone will show up eventually. Where the hell is Flash?
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>>1510579
>A. Keep him occupied. If you can just keep knocking him down, someone will show up eventually. Where the hell is Flash?
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If nobody reinforces we're F U C C D we barely hurt him. At least he's not around fucking innocents.
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>>1510579
>A. Keep him occupied. If you can just keep knocking him down, someone will show up eventually. Where the hell is Flash?
>D. Call (girl on the other end of the communicator)
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>>1510579
>>A. Keep him occupied. If you can just keep knocking him down, someone will show up eventually. Where the hell is Flash?
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>>1510579
>D. We got that communicator, right? Tell whoever it is we're punching this guy THROUGH the street but he's not staying down, and we need backup!
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>>1510603
Oh yeah contact her and tell her to bring flash NAO
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>>1510579
>>B. You can handle this guy. Maybe if get far enough away, then build up enough speed, you can actually take him out.

fuck you lobo
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>>1510579
>E. Communicator to costume woman, tell her you're fighting a KISS reject and to get a hold of the flash. You're a bit out of your depth.
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>>1510590
>>1510592
>>1510603
>>1510608
>>1510609
>>1510624
Alright, keep him busy and call costume woman, yeah? Don't get caught.

DC 60, ROLL
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Rolled 63 (1d100)

>>1510681
Time to make Lobo our bitch
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Rolled 98 (1d100)

>>1510681
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Rolled 2 (1d100)

>>1510681
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Rolled 35 (1d100)

>>1510681
HEEERE I AM TO SAVE THE DAYYY~
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>>1510693
>>1510694
Calm the fuck down you don't need to style on him
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>>1510697
Nope
>>1510689
>>1510693
Us on the other hand
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>>1510714
ya know this is the first time we have had 2 successes in one roll

and yes we do
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>>1510693
good job anon
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>>1510714
>Not styling on Lobo
Next you'll say that we don't have to make fun of Batman
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>>1510693
Damnit! I almost had a perfect reaction image.
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>>1510693
>>1510714
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dmVnsFSZSfw
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>>1510737
This is good. I initially had more of a Caravan Palace - Rock It For Me/Lone Digger feel.
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>>1510749
So like https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QRvXoqqS-3I
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>>1510757
Damn, you have a good music library and taste.
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>>1510766
FOOL

BEHOLD!
https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL1u6_tk-nzGeDHFEiJW1urdu2P9zL5MQ3
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>>1510776
NOICE. I've already listened to pretty much everything on there.
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>>1510714

With Lobo tearing up buildings with his blaster at random and angrily shouting slang you’ve never heard before, you figure he’s lost you for now. You duck into an alley and behind a dumpster about a block away from the roaring bounty hunter, and quickly thrust a hand into your pocket to pull out your phone. Flash gave you a communicator, but you left it at home in the rush. Still, that heroic outfitter woman, she gave you her number and seemed pretty close with Flash.

You hit dial and hold the phone up to your ear. It occurs to you that this would be a terrible time for your phone to die, but luckily enough it still has a few percentages of a charge left. The woman picks up and sighs.

“I thought I made it clear. I would TEXT you once I was ready for you. Be a little more patient, hun,” the woman with the sing-songy voice chides. You don’t give her any time to change the topic or say anything else, really.

“You know the Flash, right? Desbro intersection, there’s a big gray biker guy who took out two heroes and wrecked six or so buildings as collateral, and I don’t think we was even trying. He might as well be invincible too. Where the hell is Flash? This is his city!” you whisper-shout into the microphone, trying to get the urgency of the situation across without alerting Lobo to your location.

“Um, have you not heard? There’s this big starfish thing in Metropolis that a bunch of heroes from all over are dealing with. Your situation sounds serious though. I think they need him over there but there’s some redundancy in their group right now, from the updates he’s giving me, so I’ll see if I can let him know so he can call someone over,” she responds, sounding a lot less ditzy than usual. Huh, that might be an act.

“Alright, that works.” You thank her, than hang up, quickly shifting positions with another well timed dash-- the dumpster you were hiding behind turning to molten steel not a moment after.

You spend a good fifteen minutes avoiding, rushing, and beating the shit out of Lobo over and over again while waiting for backup. It feels like so much longer to you because of the time perceived while using your hyper speed though, and you’re getting tired. You start to make mistakes, and Lobo is only getting better at predicting your movements.

It was only a matter of time.

You dash in, going for yet another knee to the small of his back, when you see a flaming, red hot mass of motorbike speeding towards you from the sky. You’re using your power, but that thing is going at such a high velocity that it looks like it’s moving at normal speed you.

He must have sent it into orbit and had it pick up speed, set it to approach what device he’s been screwing with since you started this little routine of yours. Still, this shouldn’t be a problem. All he’s doing is breaking his ride.

>continued
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>>1510920

You connect with the knee, but quickly roll off of him instead of push him into the already ruined street like you’ve been doing before. He was counting on you doing the same thing, but you aren’t an idiot. You’re the Blur.

You’re just out of the blast radius when that jetbike impacts with the force of a small meteor-- but the shockwave knocks you out of your run and sends you rolling and sliding across rough terrain. You hit the a car with enough force to make a you-shaped dent in it, but luckily your invulnerability was active on impact. Your vision is blurry for a moment, but after shaking off the stars you can see Desbro intersection has been reduced to a flat plane-- the only shape standing tall is Lobo.

And he’s missing an arm.

You can’t help but grin. You. Fucked. Him. Up.

That smile is short lived, however, as you notice the arm start to grow back. What the hell is this guy!? How do you beat him? Well, it’s not like you’ll ever get the answer, because he tosses a glare over his shoulder before firing that blaster of his over the other. You don’t have time to dodge. You don’t have time to build enough energy to activate your power. You’re going to die.

But then, you’ve suddenly got… a star spangled ass in your face.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J1rBZIzr49k

>End of Session
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>>1510978
>a star spangled ass in your face.
I'm so ready to salute the flag
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YgGzAKP_HuM
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>>1510978
Oh damn it's wonder woman! Also should'nt she be with the league in metropolis fighting starro?
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>>1510978
I'm already at attention.
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>>1510993
She was with them, but with Superman there Flash figured they had enough muscle, and asked her to get in her invisible jet and head over to Central City to help out.
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>>1510978

I'll be around to answer questions and read feedback. Home you guys have fun.
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>>1511007
How bad does the city look right now?
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>>1510978
>BestGirl
ya goddamn right

This is fun. Your doing a great job at keeping up the pace without it seeming forced. This is the most fun I've had with a cape quest since Struggling Student quest.
And you may have given me the final push to start my own.
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>>1511026
The damage was localized to a few city blocks and the buildings surrounding a busy intersection. Your rolls prevented things from spilling further.
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>>1511041
Thoughts from Diana on seeing how badly Lobo was getting BTFO?
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>>1511019
whats WW opinion on us for holding Lobo back
what are the other hero's gonna be
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>>1511007
Even though it might be a long while we encounter another member of DC's trinity i'm looking foward to another encounter. Also is Barbra Batgirl or Oracle in this quest?
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>>1511030
Thanks. I'm new so appreciate that.

>>1511050
She is impressed but thinks you're a little dumb for not calling for help sooner. Doesn't help that you're, you know, male.

>>1511051
She is impressed.

Most of the DC universe is around, save for a few that would break the setting for me personally and a few characters I just don't like.

>>1511056
Barbara is Barbara but may become Oracle in the future. I don't like Batgirl.
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>>1511094
>and a few characters I just don't like.
Like who?
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>>1511102
Batgirl. Supergirl (because Powergirl is better in literally every way), Damien Wayne, Condiment King, a few members of the Doom Patrol.
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>>1511129
>No Batgirl
That makes me very sad

>No Damien
On the other hand
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>>1511129
>Condiment King
But why......
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>>1511129
>Batgirl. Supergirl
I'm sad about these two
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>>1511147
It's okay. There's a better sidekick with supple legs you can caress in her stead.
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>>1511154
Because fuck mustard.

>>1511159
No apologies about the first one but Powergirl is just Supergirl when she isn't a direct clone of Clark. That's why I like her more.
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>>1511165
So we're just getting the classic Batman and Robin duo, no 3 other ex robins and friends?
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>>1511165
you son of a bitch
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>>1511183
nightwing and red hood are bae
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>>1511129
Fuck Damien Wayne
>Condiment King
This is a fucking thing?
>Batgirl
Ehh she could be ok with the right writers
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>>1511180
well you could make it so super girl becomes power girl
make it a way to have other characters show growth aswell
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>>1511180
Powergirl is better
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>>1511165
>Spoiler
Can I get Raven instead? If she's legal in this particular universe

Also, can I ask what you've got against Batgirl? I've disliked Supergirl for the same reason you stated but I thought DC did a pretty good job of making her her own person in New52. Even if a good portion of it is IM SO ANGERY
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>>1511183
For now. Dick will grow into Nightwing if he doesn't get horrible murdered and get replaced by a worse Robin, followed by an even worse Robin. But not THE Worst Robin.

>>1511194
I despise Condiment King.

>>1511202
What I meant was I didn't want to have you guys interact with her until she had the boob window.
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>>1511234
So we just saying that Supergirl didn't make it off krypton then and Powergirl came from another universe where she did?
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>>1511232
You are sixteen. She is fifteen atm. The Justice League is getting assembled right about now, in a few years they might start sponsoring teens.

Might even give them their own little island.

With a T shaped tower on it.

You might meet her then.

>>1511249
Pretty much.
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>>1511232
Oh and I don't like Batgirl because shoehorned rule 63s aren't to my taste. I forgot to mention Batwoman doesn't exist either.
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>>1511259
>You are sixteen
You know what? I don't know why but I assumed we were in college. Got no fucking clue why.
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>>1511274
QM DID say we went to high school...
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>>1511234
>Condiment King
like his gimmick and idea or did he do something to offend you
I'm just curious here
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>>1511280
Like I said, no clue dude.
My brain just skimmed over it or something.
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We need to develop a method of pivoting quickly outside of our dashes to make us less vulnerable.
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>>1511321
That'll take training/experience. We just got into our second real fight and while it was with fucking Lobo of all people, we need to give it time.
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>>1511343
of course it does Im just spitballing ideas for training.
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>>1511302
His gimmick is lame and he isn't entertaining enough to be comic relief. He wasted time in the best animated DC show where other characters could have done shit, and he wasted space in Batgirl: Year One, the only Batgirl comic I've ever liked.
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>>1511361
fair enough I feel the same about WW Chinese Egg villain thing she has
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>>1511129

Annoyed about no Batgirl and slightly miffed on Supergirl, but I"m fine with the others not appearing.

Or maybe Damien shows up way later on and he's treated like the little shit he is.
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idea for costume.
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>>1511881
>That bulge
But that is nice
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>>1511881
looks good but not huge on the colors
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>>1511881
Oh shit nigger that's great.
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>>1511881
Oh shit son! Love the design but maybe tweak the colors? Purple and yellow gold is totally Batgirl. Though I don't suppose that matters.
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>>1511881
Maybe it's white and blue?
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>>1511881
I am a disgusting leach for editing these without permission

But suggestions include this.
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>>1511881
>>1512487
And this.
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I hope later in the quest we can have this happen between a villian and blur. Because it would be fucking awesome. But I don't see it happening until bats has the bat family running around.
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>>1512497
>>1512497
>>1511881
Only think i have a problem with is the skin tight pants.
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>>1512461
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Just throwin' it out there what with the arrow motif and being unable to turn when dashing we oughta call ourselves Straight Shooter.
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>>1512654
Love the blue and white!
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>>1512654
remove the white, keep the blue slap some black on it
that might look good
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>>1513201
Yeah, Never a big fan of white super outfits personally.
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>>1512654
Flip the blue and white on the right one?
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>>1512654
Damn that looks good! Makes me sad I lurked so long.
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>>1513201
seconding.
and change our name to Vector while we're at it
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>>1513453
oooh vector sounds great, to bad its too late
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>>1513699
I mean, no one really remembers us yet. We could totally re-brand.

>>1513705
Yes! YES!
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>>1513705
Right please.
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>>1513705
Left, please
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>>1513705
The one on the right is the best that or the original one posted
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>>1513705
i like the black and blue
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>>1513705
Right
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>>1513832
New thread.




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