>>1621991
>>C.) Alexander ‘Alex’ White

>>1621991
>C.) Alexander ‘Alex’ White

>>1621991
>Alexander ‘Alex’ White

>>1621991
>D.) other.
Beauregard dunkerque hon hon hon

>>1621991
>B.) Peter Reilly

>>1621991
>other
I.P. Daily

>>1621991 (OP)
>Alexander ‘Alex’ White

>>1621991 (OP) #
>C. Alexander 'Alex' White

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>>1621991

Ah, that’s right!

Standing up from your bed you give a stretch and a yawn, the usual morning orchestra of early traffic, police and ambulance sirens, and general noise pollution finally shaking you free of your early morning haze. Looking at the mirror everything seems the same as it always has been: Mop of dark hair, pale skin, green eyes…

Lack of blood or lacerations as individual..

No! No No No! Seriously! Enough. Perhaps some fresh air is in order.
Walking to the small window across your bedroom, you pull back the curtain to reveal the ever familiar skyline of:

>A.) Gotham City
>B.) Jump City
>C.) Central City
>D.) Other (Write-In)

>>1622098
>>A.) Gotham City
A Spider quest in the DC universe? Hmm...Spiderman with brutal Bat training a go!

>>1622098
>D.) Other (Write-In)
paris

>>1622098
>>A.) Gotham City
let's fucking do this shit

>>1622098
>A.) Gotham City
Because DCU Spiderman is gonna be fukin' dope

>>1622105
Ding ding ding! First of many clues unlocked! Welcome everyone to my take on the (Usually) beloved Spider-Man in the D.C Universe. This won't be your average wall crawler I assure you, and once the quest takes off all your choices will be your own!

But beware! For your actions will have consequences!

>>1622118
Awesome! I wonder, there's an alternate Spiderman timeline where Peter joined Wolverine and became a black ops kinda character. Trained his spideysense to the point of being a precog too. Is that out of the question here?

>>1622150
Well I assure you, Your Spidey doesn't even have his powers yet (or does he? You'll have to find out) this story is part mine, part yours. No past training, just you and whatever you choose! Also gonna give it another 15 minutes or so for replies and then i'll post.

>>1622098
>C.) Central City

>>1622098
Gotham

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>>1622098

The Gothic and looming landscape of Gotham City. You’ve lived here all your life and you can scarcely remember a time where the gargoyles and spindling towers of the city did not dance above your head. While to many outsiders who have not been their all their lives the many dangerous criminals and organizations that thrived in the city, or the dark knight who protected the city, to you it was home.

“Alex! It’s time to get going pal, you’ve got school to go to!” Came the gruff voice of your father: Ben.

Turning away from the window you quickly make your way into the shower and begin the morning routine of washing and grooming yourself. With the rivulets of warm water caressing your naked body you can swear you feel...different. Maybe it’s just the warm water on your aching muscles, maybe it isn’t?

>Roll A D100 Gents, First three will be taken. Roll well!

Rolled 47 (1d100)

>>1622200

Rolled 30 (1d100)

>>1622200

Rolled 72 (1d100)

>>1622200

Rolled 34 (1d100)

>>1622200
french quality rolls coming through
hon

>>1622223
Thank fuck.

>>1622235
Don't worry, this wasn't gonna be a "Crack your head and die" roll. You'll see. Writing

>>1622236
Would be pretty bad end if we fell in the shower and died.

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>>1622223

Huh...that’s odd.

You were never an athletic person, even with Pops enrolling you in nearly every sport he could. Yet looking down you can’t help but notice the toned and healthy muscle that now makes up your torso and arms. Now, you know you aren’t imagining this, and a few minutes of testing shows you’re able to flex muscles you were almost certain had nothing to flex just a day ago.

What’s going on here?

Before you can investigate though you’re roused from your thoughts by your uncle and so you double your efforts to get yourself clean.

Still toweling your hair and freshly dressed, your adoptive parents Ben and May Parker are sitting at the kitchen table, a small plate of Eggs, toast and bacon waiting for you.

“Finally sport!” Your father chides, though his seemingly ever-present smile shows there’s no aggression “Your mother was getting nervous you might have fallen asleep again, considering we didn’t even hear you come in.” He finishes with a chuckle.

Sitting down at your designated spot at the table you begin to dig in when a thought comes to you:

You went out last night?

>A.) Ask your Dad about going out.
>B.) Say nothing, maybe it’ll come to you.
>C.) Other

>>1622280

GOD DAMMIT! Must. Not. Call. Ben. Uncle!

>>1622280
>>A.) Ask your Dad about going out.

>>1622280
>>>A.) Ask your Dad about going out.

>A.) Ask your Dad about going out.

>>1622280
>B.) Say nothing, maybe it’ll come to you.

>>1622280
>A.) Ask your Dad about going out

>>1622223
>A. Ask your Dad about going out.

>>1622280
>A.) Ask your Dad about going out.

>>1622280
>A.) Ask your Dad about going out.

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>>1622280

Swallowing the bite of food in your mouth you give a puzzled look to your Father.

“I went out last night?” You ask him your brow scrunching in concentration as you try and recall the night before, though the only things that even jump are the vague memories of your nightmare over the evening.

For a moment your father looks at you, but no doubt seeing your confused face he relents. “Yes...uh you came running home yesterday with this huge smile on your face. Apparently one of your friends wanted to have some group event and you were out the door and said you might not be home until...well after school today.” He says “Yet here you are.”

Processing the information it does come back to you that you vaguely remember Harry, one of your equally geeky friends, having some sort of hang out. You’ll have to ask him about that later, but that will have to wait until you get to school.

Finishing up your breakfast you finished getting dressed in your school uniform, and make your way down the stairs to the street level when a blur of yellow passes your vision.

Your bus has gotten here earlier than you thought!

>Roll to make it! D20. First three boys!

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>1622347

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>1622347

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>1622347

Rolling

>>1622358
Oh boy...

>>1622358
I'm sorry, everyone

>>1622362
The Parker curse is upon us already it seems.

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>>1622353
>>1622358
>>1622361
Oh...

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>>1622358

Immediately you take off in a run, watching the bus began to slow itself down for its stop.

You can make it!
You see the doors open, the stop sign extend and the lights go off.

You can make it!

You watch the lights stop, the sign retreating, the doors closing.

No! No!

And pull away.

>A.) No! I’m not giving up (1d100)
>B.) I guess we’re gonna be late
>C.) No! I’m not giving up (1d100-20)
A and C are different, but depending on how you do well...you might get prizes.

>>1622401
>C.) No! I’m not giving up (1d100-20)

Rolled 28 (1d100)

>>1622401
>>C.) No! I’m not giving up (1d100-20)

>>1622401
Oh, right, best of the first five. I'll be lenient on this one.

>>1622407
8...please let someone roll better. Maaaaaaaaaybe not Slav.

Rolled 84 - 20 (1d100 - 20)

>>1622401
>>C.) No! I’m not giving up (1d100-20)

>>1622401
>C. No! I'm not giving up! (1d100-20)

Rolled 15 (1d100)

>>1622401
>A.) No! I'm not giving up (1d100)

>>1622401

>C.) No! I’m not giving up (1d100-20)

>>1622424
...I think I need to stop rolling

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>>1622419
Okay, because you guys seem to be voting for C. How about this, as a lesson. To roll dice in your "Options" box type "dice + 1d100-20) and that will do the roll. Just in case some of you haven't done it.

As a gesture of good faith (and as this is my first real quest) We'll start this from the top. Five rolls, 1d100-20.

Go.

Rolled 41 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>1622436
Oh, I forgot the minus 20.

Rolled 77 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>1622436
well, maybe one more time...

Rolled 54 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

Please...help...

Rolled 67 - 20 (1d100 - 20)

>>1622436

>>1622440
Okay. Just fuck me and my computer.

>>1622441
Okay, a bit better

Rolled 5 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>1622436

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Rolled 53 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>1622436
Unused to systems asking you to roll during vote

Well fuck this shit.

>>1622454
I realized that is the problem, i'm gonna fix that. From now on it's gonna be vote then roll.

Weird, copying a - gives a +?

>>1622459
Lovely. Thanks be to you, QM!

oh boy things are going to get bad

Rolled 63 - 20 (1d100 - 20)

>>1622460
You're supposed to do +- and it will give you a minus sign.

>>1622460
It's not just copying it. It just adds by default for some reason

>>1622466
or that

Rolled 63 - 20 (1d100 - 20)

>>1622459
Also, you can't do "dice+1d100-20" it should be "dice+1d100+-20"

Rolled 50 - 20 (1d100 - 20)

Rolling for funsies.

>>1622441

57: Narrow success. Nothing special, but you did it!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gHMBs5yZDEc

The muscles in your legs burn as your body pushes itself harder than you ever knew you could. Thank god for your overnight miracle muscles, letting you push yourself harder than you thought you could. Catching up to the tail end of the bus you futily bang your hand against the metallic frame, all the while the kids at the back of the bus (who of course are the group that bully you at school) laughing as you struggle.

You don’t know how long you were running but eventually the bus stops and you manage to climb aboard. Disheveled and panting you make your way to your usual seat, though find that Harry is nowhere to be seen. That wouldn’t bother you if it weren’t for the fact that he usually got on the bus earlier than you. Letting your breath eventually relax, you slip your headphones out of your bag and place them on your head.

It’s a good half hour until you get to Brentwood Academy and you may as well drown it out in the sound of music and bumping of the bus on the road.

> 1d100-10 best of three

dice+1d100+-20

here goes nothing

Rolled 87 - 10 (1d100 - 10)

Please...

Rolled 92 - 10 (1d100 - 10)

>>1622525

Rolling

Rolled 87 - 10 (1d100 - 10)

>>1622525

Rolled 6 - 10 (1d100 - 10)

>>1622525

>>1622537
>>1622539
>>1622541
Good job everyone

>>1622548
I'm just happy I was slow this time. Good job guy's.

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>>1622539

You don’t know how long you’ve been sitting there, just letting the music lull you into daze when suddenly...you feel something.

Like an itch at the back of your mind you feel it pestering you, prodding at your very being to take actions. Deciding that perhaps this itch is important you listen and let yourself ‘relax’ for a lack of better terms into the feeling. Bending down in an action akin to tying your shoes you feel the itch subside when all of a sudden the sound of rancorous, antagonistic laughter begins to drown out even your rather loud music.

Sitting back up you see an acquaintance of yours; Bobby or whatever? You can’t remember.

Yet you can see the back of his head is covered in what is unmistakably apple sauce.

Looking back, above the laughter and happy faces you can still see the eyes of Flash Thompson boring into yours. Clearly he’s upset.

Was that for you?

The gears in your head begin to turn as the series of events surrounding your morning continue to baffle you. Is it sheer dumb luck? No, nearly missing the bus would say otherwise yet the muscles and just now say otherwise. What happened to you last night? Where the hell is Harry? Just what is going on around here?!

>A.) Try and remember the night before
>B.) Call Harry
>C.) Just wait until you get to school, he’s bound to be there. Right?

>>1622579
>A.) Try and remember the night before
>B.) Call Harry

>>1622579
>B.) Call Harry

>>1622579
>B.) Call Harry

>>1622579
>B. Call Harry.

>>1622579
>A.) Try and remember the night before
>B.) Call Harry

>>1622579
>>B.) Call Harry

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>>1622579

Pulling out your phone you quickly dial in the number of Harvey Osborne. Having been friends ever since you moved into your current apartment with your adoptive parents, it was suspicious that Harry wouldn’t send you a message or call you if he wasn’t going to be on the bus. Even with your apparent hang out the last evening it was odd. Your thoughts were broken when the dial tone cut out and a voice answered the line, one that you did not recognize.

“Hello?”

>How do you respond?
>A.) Reply in greeting?
>B.) Ask who it is?
>C.) Hang Up
>D.) Other.

>>1622631
>B. ask who it is.

>>1622631
>>B.) Ask who it is?

>>1622631
>>B.) Ask who it is?
Introduce ourselves as well, we were raised with manners after all.

>>1622631
>B.) Ask who it is

>>1622631
>A.) Reply in greeting?
>B.) Ask who it is?

>>1622631
>B.) Ask who it is?

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>>1622631

“Um...hello?” You reply, unsure. This IS an unknown person on the other end. “Is Harry there?” You ask “I’m Alex...Alex White.” You add, realizing perhaps a show of good manners my help.

“Hello, my name is Detective Harvey Bullock, GCPD” The voice, now named Harvey replies. “I’m afraid that Harry is not available as….well, to put it bluntly kid, your friend is dead.”He finishes, though there is clearly a sad tone to the voice. “I hate to be the barer of bad news but I figured you should hear it now rather than me lie to you, sorry.”

>Harry is Dead? How? WHY? This Can’t be!!

>A.) Ask what happened (1d100-20)
>B.) Ask how you have the phone.
>C.) Hang up, quietly contemplate what happened.

Last post for the evening. Gonna pick up once I wake up tomorrow. Have a good morning/afternoon/evening.

>>1622721
>A.) Ask what happened (1d100-20)

>>1622721
>You fekkin wot
>A.) Ask what happened (1d100-20)

>>1622721
>A.) Ask what happened (1d100-20)

Rolled 96 - 20 (1d100 - 20)

>>1622721
>A.) Ask what happened (1d100-20)

Rolled 35 - 20 (1d100 - 20)

>>1622721
>A.) Ask what happened (1d100-20)

Rolled 70 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>1622721
>A.) Ask what happened (1d100-20)

Rolled 32 - 20 (1d100 - 20)

>>1622721
>A.) Ask what happened (1d100-20)

Rolled 69 - 20 (1d100 - 20)

>>1622721
>A. Ask about what happened. (1d100-20)

>>1622748

Just for future reference, Pick your option first, THEN i'll call for a roll.

You’re stunned.

You are well aware of the crime and nasty things that go on in Gotham, but it never really hit home to you that it could affect you. Sure, you knew people who had had something happen to them; a mugging here, a murder of a friend-of-a-friend there. But now here you are, your closest friend dead.

This has to be a dream, right?

“What happened?” You ask. You can’t tell if your voice is hard and demanding or a choked whimpering mess, you don’t care. You want answers and no matter your feelings you WILL find out.

There is a pause on the other end; If you were thinking rationally perhaps you’d understand that him having told you this much was probably breaking some police code, but your heart is pounding in your ears and your hands are shaking. You don’t seem very rational right now, and perhaps its showing.

“Ah...well...Look kid if you can keep this quiet I can tell you, otherwise the Commissioner is gonna have my badge.” He explains, his voice quiet. Seems you got lucky with who exactly picked up this call.

Looking out for a moment you see the bridge out of Gotham, you’ve probably got a few minutes until you’re out of the city and at the school proper.

“I give you my word.” You tell him, your voice unwavering this time.

“Alright, here’s the quick and messy way: Seems your friend was into quite a bit of creepy shit.” Harvey starts, you can hear him pull the phone a way and take a swig of something. “We found him, and a few other teens in some abandoned warehouse down in Miller Harbor. I won’t divulge the details but let’s just say the rats were already getting to them by the time the call came in about missing kids.”

Swallowing this information your brain goes into overdrive. The dream last night, it was a warehouse wasn’t it? But, that can’t be, can it? Were you THERE when all this happened?

After a few pregnant seconds you snap back to reality and thank the detective for his time and hang up. You have a few minutes left and as much as you don’t want to, sadly all you can do is think.

>A.) Try and remember the Dream.
>B.) Write down some key points from the call, for later.
>C.) Mull over the passing of Harry.
>D.) Cry.

>>1623399
>A.) Try and remember the Dream.

>>1623399
>B.) Write down some key points from the call, for later.
Then
>A.) Try and remember the Dream.

>>1623399
>A.) Try and remember the Dream.
>B.) Write down some key points from the call, for later.

>>1623399
>A.) Try and remember the Dream.

>>1623399
>>A.) Try and remember the Dream.
>>B.) Write down some key points from the call, for later.

>>1623399

Alright, seems your vote is going to be A and B. I'm gonna need a roll of 1d100. Best of three!

Rolled 92 (1d100)

>>1623456

Rolled 44 (1d100)

>>1623456

Rolled 60 (1d100)

>>1623456

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>>1623471

Jotting down the few relevant details the detective gave to you, you try to remember the night before. For a moment it simply feels empty; as if the horrid memories of your dream the night before and the death of Harry now. But slowly, like a dripping faucet it begins to come back to you:

Ever since Harry’s father Norman had passed away five years before, the young teen had been a bit...unhinged. Try as you might have, there was no shaking the sudden interest in the otherworldly and occult. He had explained to you finally after a few months of desperately trying to get an answer to his sudden mania, that his father had accrued a collection of tomes on the realm of fate and that, with sufficient work that one could change it.

He explained that after years of learning and studying he had figured out a way to “make things right”, whatever that meant.

Skeptical of his fanaticism but hoping that it would bring him closure, you agreed to meet him the night before.

The last memory that makes any sense to you is that of being thrust into a deep red robe with a bunch of other strangers and being led into a dimly lit Warehouse; The rest though? The rest is a blur, of chanting and dancing shadows, unspoken words of power being used for the first time in centuries, all of it nonsense you can’t even begin to fathom. Are some of these memories real? Or just a hallucination?

Whatever it is, it will have to wait; The bus has stopped and the monotony of school awaits!

>A.) Go to class early, try to avoid Flash.
>B.) Lounge around, maybe some other classmates heard something
>C.) Other

>>1623640
>B.) Lounge around, maybe some other classmates heard something

>>1623640
>A.) Go to class early, try to avoid Flash.

>>1623640
>A.) Go to class early, try to avoid Flash.

>>1623640
>>A.) Go to class early, try to avoid Flash.

>>1621991
HEY

YOU KEEP ON DOING THIS

AND I'LL SUPPORT THE SHIT OUT OF YOU

>>1623730
Hahaha, thank you!

I actually do work on your quest as well, i'm so glad you're enjoying this. Gonna give us a few more votes and then i'll write up.

>>1623640
>A.) Go to class early, try to avoid Flash.
>B. Lounge around. Maybe someone else knows something.

>>1623738
I have ONE question though, we're in Gotham but... we're Spider Man?

>>1623640
>>A.) Go to class early, try to avoid Flash.

>>1623806
You are a spider-man style character. But I won't spoil how or what this means for you

>>1623640
>sudden interest in the otherworldly and occult
Did he turn us into a Spider Totem? Fuck.

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>1623738
QM roll, let's see what you get

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>>1623640

Stepping off the bus you make a bee-line for the classroom. Even with everything on your mind you’re well aware that Flash is no-doubt angry about your ‘stunt’ earlier. You’re still trying to wrap your head around it yourself but the last thing you probably want to do is have him confront you.

The halls are naturally filled with students of every shape, size and grade, and being fleet of foot you do your best to blend into the crowd. You’re doing well, just a few more yards and you’ll be in the classroom.

But all of a sudden your head starts that familiar tingle.

You hadn’t noticed it with your eyes closed the last time, but time seemed to...slow down. Not enough that it stopped, but you could see now the individual ticking of the clock just ahead of you, the fluttering of a fly’s wings. Yet still the itching feeling prevailed, and if the last time this happened meant anything, you were in danger!

>Roll a D20, best of five.

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>1623996

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>1623996

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>1623996

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>1623996

>>1623830
Aaaa, okay, got it. Feels a tad marvel-y what with an uncle named Ben. Less of course, he's not actually named Ben.

Rolled 18 (1d20)

I will help, NAT ONE INCOMING

>>1624101
Believe it or not he's your adoptive father, and the Harry and Norman here are in fact Harry and Norman Osborne. There was just no OSCORP to go with it.

As we get into it things will become more apparent. The uncle thing was me being dumb because in my head I call him Uncle Ben no matter what

>>1624133
Aaaaah, alright.

On that note, we should MAKE Oscorp! Contend with Wayne Tech!

We should ALSO get bitten by a radioactive Wolf Spider or Bulldog Ant! Shit would be fucking RAD!

>>1624217

I assure you, you already have your powers, if the spider sense and everything is to go by.

It's the how and why that's up to you to figure out.

I'll write up in a bit, just finishing up some sudden work on my end

>>1624217
NO

magic space crystal that give us psionics and we become a hiveminded spider man

BEST ANSWER AND ONLY EPIC ONE

>>1624226
>Not wanting strength x100 you self
>Or be immune to poison
>Or howling at the moon via sonic scream
Be real here man.
on a side note it was a Grasshopper Mouse I should have cited rather than a Wolf Mouse.

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>>1624085
>>1624108

Without thinking you let go to your instincts and tilt your head, a fist suddenly occupying the space your head once was in. Still embracing the adrenaline of the moment you twist on your heels, the surprised look of Flash Thompson unmistakable in slow-motion. Heck, you can swear you see his pupils widening in surprise as he continues forward having missed your (secretly) muscular frame.

>What do you do?
This is a write in folks, give me an idea of how you want to handle your first "Fight"

>>1624275
left hook to the chin

>>1624275
Jab with your left and immediately follow it up with an uppercut with your right

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>>1624275
>Fuck with him to the max. Dodge everything, simply pushing him away and into different directions and objects. tire him out and then just tip him over like a Loony Toons skit.

We Cassius Clay now

>>1624275
Just keep dodging and make him look like an idiot.

>>1624575

Dodge like a motherfucker and make him look like a fool. Keep track of as many of his punches as possible and try to be acutely aware of what's going on.

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>>1624299
>>1624302
>>1624331

>Float Like a Butterfly, Sting Like a Spider

Planting your feet you continue to watch the surreal spectacle before you. It's evident that flash expected the blow to hit, and in typical brute style he resorts to wild punches and hooks.

Normally you wouldn't even be able to realize the little things you see such as how the muscles in his shoulders tense when he's about to reel back for a punch, or just how angry it made him to move just out of the way of each strike.

You can't tell if you have a grin on your face, but you're roused from your revelry when you feel your back press into the lockers of the wall.

>Roll a D20 folks, i'll be taking the average this time of the first five rolls!

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>1624445
Let me fuck up first!

>>1624445

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>1624445

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>1624445

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>1624445

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>1624445

Rolled 6 (1d20)

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>>1624445

Panic begins to set in, and your amusement begins to turn into a whirlwind of thoughts. Just in front of your eyes you can see the ever approaching fist of Flash Thompson, the grin on his face taking a feral nature as he believes you cornered. The tingling feeling persists and you decide to go with the one option you have:

Give into it.

In a moment the world is in a blur your hand comes up and curls around his fist, stopping his momentum dead. You see his free arm coming up for another blow, but it's too slow. In a surge of moment your free hand curls into a fist and darts out and you watch in a grim fascination as his face contorts as the pain registers, your fist burying itself in his stomach.
Letting go of his fist you instead reach for his neck and with a speed and strength you didn’t know you had, slam him face first into the lockers beside you. Time begins to flow normally again as you watch him slump against the aluminum with a groan. However you also come to realize that it’s the ONLY sound in the hall.

Turning around you see that the student body is shocked that Flash is down, and that YOU of all people managed to put him down without a scratch.

>A.) Be as meek as you can, dart into the classroom and HOPE no one says anything
>B.) Taunt Flash
>C.) Run
>D.) Other

>>1624551
>D.) Strut into class with the biggest shit eating grin on your face.

>>1624551
>B.) Taunt Flash
What's wrong EUGENE? Steroids failing you? Maybe if your BRAIN wasn't as small as your DICK you'd have known not to bully kids!

>>1624551
>D.) Other

Shrug and just walk into class like nothing happened.

I mean I love dork Parker and all, but we don't even have his name, no reason to ruin high-school for ourselves.

>>1624551
>>D.) Other
Enter class while playing it as cool as possible.

>>1624567
support

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>>1624551

You say nothing, and simply shrug your shoulders as you sling your bag back onto your back before making your way into the classroom for the first class of the day. Taking your usual seat at the back of the room all eyes are on you as the remaining students make their way into the classroom, no doubt still seeing the fight in their heads. Mulling over the notes you jotted down earlier that morning you can’t help but feel one pair of eyes that had refused to leave you ever since you sat down.

Turning to face the individual in question you are surprised to find Tim Drake staring back at you, an absolute grin on his face. You barely have spoken to the teen before, and from what you knew of him he was always at the front of the class. Yet here he was.

“Dude, that was incredible!’ he says, having finally caught your attention giving you a pat on the shoulder that immediately bothered you.

“Yeah, I guess it was, huh?” You reply after a moment, still processing yourself the events of the morning and your most recent ‘escapade’.

“You Guess? You do realize you just put Flash Thompson on his face, right?” He ask incredulously, eyes widening in surprise at your seemingly nonplus attitude to the event.

No doubt you surmise he’s never had to really deal with Flash and his ‘i’m bigger than you therefore you’re a runt’ mentality. Having always been good friends with Barbara Gordon no doubt had its perks you suppose…

“I don’t know...Tim, Right?” You ask, getting a nod of confirmation. “Yeah it...I don’t know, it’s been a rough day.” You admit, looking down at your notes.

“What happened?” He asks, eyebrow raising as his whole demenor seems to change, but you can’t tell how.

>A.) Answer him, but only about what happened to Harry
>B.) Answer him about everything that’s been going on
>C.) Dismiss him, clearly it’s nothing.
>D.) Other

>>1624809
>>A.) Answer him, but only about what happened to Harry

>>1624809
>A.) Answer him, but only about what happened to Harry

>>1624809
>A.) Answer him, but only about what happened to Harry

I mean he's clearly going to work out the rest of the stuff on his own, but we shouldn't just tell someone that we barely know all this stuff.

>>1624809
>A.) Answer him, but only about what happened to Harry

>>1624809
>>A.) Answer him, but only about what happened to Harry

>>1624551
>D.) A detective asked me not to talk about it

>>1624809

In hushed breaths throughout the class, you explain to Tim the rough outline of what you were told by Detective Bullock that morning, however you withhold his name and the strange events that have been surrounding you since the same night. While Tim seems to take it with surprise certainly something else dances across his face. Is it pity? Sympathy? You can’t quite tell.

However telling the story to Tim you feel the weight of it for the first time since you were told, and you can feel it again. Between coming down from your adrenaline rush the moment before and the nightmare and the fact that now one of your few friends is dead, you’re beginning to crash.

“Jeez, Alex I.” He starts clearly trying to find the words to respond to the news you’ve just delivered to him. For a moment he turns to look at his desk, no doubt mulling his thoughts. When he finally looks back he gives a weak smile “I don’t know what to tell you, but.” He pauses again, running a hand through his hair.

“How about this? Stick with me today, maybe we can talk to barbara and she can talk to her dad, I dunno? I know i’m a stranger to you in all but name, but i’ve seen death before.” He admits “And the least I can do is ensure you aren’t alone for now.”

>A.) Accept his offer
>B.) Politely reject the offer
>C.) Ask what he’s talking about
>D.) Other

>>1624951
>>A.) Accept his offer

>>1624951
>C.) Ask what he’s talking about
let's see what we are getting into first

>>1624951
>A.) Accept his offer

>>1624951
>A.) Accept his offer

Gift horse, mouth, yadda yadda...

The guy doesn't seem that bad.

Besides, this is Tim fucking Drake; who wouldn't want to be friends with Robin?

>>1624951
>>A.) Accept his offer

>>1625076
The smart one too.

>>1624951
>>A.) Accept his offer

>>1625133
Oh yeah, there's the fact that the guy's a detective on par with Batman himself, if not BETTER than him as a detective.

Though I think that came later on in his career. Around the time of the War for the Cowl or later? I forget.

>>1625145
He figured out who Batman and Robin were at the ripe old age of 9. Nine! Really though each Robin is special in their own way. Grayson is a superior acrobat, Todd is a terrific fighter and Drake is a supreme detective.

>>1625152
Ah yeah.

Tim and Alex would get along pretty easily, I bet. Two nerds nerding it up nerdfully.

And then when we start our career as Spider-Man, we trade quips with Superboy just to annoy him for the hell of it.

>>1625160
Maybe. My favorite has always been Todd though. The Red Hood comic is legit and even the animated film is good.

>>1625160
Also Superboy is the one who liked to annoy Robin. Drake can be a bit too serious.

>>1625171
I bet we'd have a Spidey and Wolverine type dynamic with Jason. The whole "You're the only one good enough to think I can be good too." thing and all.

Would probably be a lot more hostile to us than Logan would, though.

>>1625179
I know, I meant that Superboy and Spidey would quip at each other to annoy Robin... or just quip at Robin together until he gets fed up.

>>1625180
Jason is actually pretty cool to people he likes. He even get's a sidekick. Scarlet. Very similar to Wolverine like you said, not afraid to do what's necessary. But again it's DC comics and we're near Batman. Necessary doesn't matter to Bats.

>>1625187
Gotcha. Would be pretty funny to mess with Robin a bit.

>>1625202
>>1625206
Yeah, I don't see us siding with Jason over what's necessary and what isn't, but we'll probably be the closest thing to a friend he has.

Speaking of Robins to mess with, we HAVE to roast the shit out of Damian at every given opportunity in the event he joins the cast. It's not like the little fucker doesn't deserve it, after all.

>>1625237
You underestimate Questanons murderboner.

>>1625284

Actually, I don't have much of one. That boner will entirely be your own once the "Prologue" is done.

Speaking of, writing.

>>1625414

What about Alex's regular boner?

>>1625414
I meant other Anons on quest. Beginning of Teen Titans quest had debates on cutting off testicles of rapists and so on, many people dislike the idea of goody two shoes characters too. We'll see.

>>1625425

There wasn't a debate. It was one edgelord.

>>1625237
God I hate Damian.

>>1625426
All it takes is one. By then it is too late.

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>>1624951

After a moment you nod to your now tentative friend and focus on your work.

It actually takes you by surprise how quickly Tim seems to adjust to your presence, let alone the things you have in common. Both you and Tim are rather well versed in science and the amusement the two of you manage to have during Physics is perhaps the first good memory you've had on this day.

By the time lunch rolls around he manages to introduce you to Barbra Gordon. Though it is...jarring to be surrounded by individuals who, up until that day you find yourself opening up, if even only a little bit. By the middle of lunch you're regaling them with all sorts of stories from your youth, and the many misadventures you and Harry had gotten up to.

Before his passing it was well known by almost everyone that Harry Osborne was to inherit his father's company with him having passed, but what few knew was that he was (at least, before his sudden death) a prankster, daredevil and savant with a pool cue.

You won't lie and say it doesn't hurt to talk about Harry and know he's gone, but you see it as fuel to discover the truth behind what happened the night before, even if he had to do it alone.

However these moments are in the past and you now find yourself changing to get ready for the mandatory physical education period, yet you've encountered a slight problem. Due to your overnight 'growth spurt' you've discovered that the shorts and T-shirt you packed are suddenly far more tight than you are comfortable with. While it is not a problem per-say, you can already see the other teens in the locker room eyeing you with a mixture of confusion and amusement and you can't help but dread what will happen when you step out into the gym proper.

>A.) Shrug and go for it, be confident in your sudden new body
>B.) See if you can talk to the coach, get out of gym due to being 'inappropriately dressed'
>C.) Nothing you can do about it, just accept your embarrassment
>D.) Other

>>1625465
>B.) See if you can talk to the coach, get out of gym due to being 'inappropriately dressed'

>>1625465
>A.) Shrug and go for it, be confident in your sudden new body

>>1625465
>A.) Shrug and go for it, be confident in your sudden new body

>>1625465
>>A.) Shrug and go for it, be confident in your sudden new body

>>1625465
>C.) Nothing you can do about it, just accept your embarrassment
Try and play it off, joke about it having shrunk in the wash or something.

>>1625465
>B.) See if you can talk to the coach, get out of gym due to being 'inappropriately dressed'
>C.) Nothing you can do about it, just accept your embarrassment

I need to stop imagining all the ways these choices can go horribly, horribly wrong.

>>1625465
>A.) Shrug and go for it, be confident in your sudden new body

Seems we have a tie between having confidence and being a shy Nerd-turned-muscle!

guess i'll give it a few minutes

>>1625504
>A.) Shrug and go for it, be confident in your sudden new body
There ya go

>>1625509
Carpe diem anon. Good on ya. Besides, our friend is dead, we have odd things happening and we beat up Flash. Some minor wardrobe hiccups ain't so bad.

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>>1625465

You give a shrug, eh, what’s the worst that can happen? You didn’t PLAN on waking up and having a far more bulked up physique, but you may as well roll with it!

Stepping out in your shorts, Grey Ghost T-shirt, and sneakers you can’t help but notice the eyes that seem to follow you as you walk. As much as part of you tells you that you should be covering yourself up, you ignore it. Perhaps this is for the best after all, a test of your new muscles! Stretching and going through the usual regiments the coach ran you don’t even feel the slightest bit fatigued, and you find that for all your muscle you’re still far more limber than you used to be. Bending forward you managed to not just wrap your hands around the soles of your feet but bend yourself practically flat, how crazy is that?!

By the time you’re all getting ready to jog around the track the gawking isn’t even subtle anymore. People are absolutely baffled by your seeming transformation and you can’t help but be giddy to see just how far you can push yourself.

>On your marks, get set! ROLL D100!

Rolled 18 (1d100)

>>1625578

Rolled 48 (1d100)

>>1625578

Rolled 63 (1d100)

>>1625578

Rolled 45 (1d100)

here goes nothing

Rolled 78 (1d100)

>>1625578

Rolled 90 (1d100)

>>1625578

Rolled 1 (1d100)

>>1625578

>>1625615
... Feck. I was one post too late.

>>1625623

Don't be too sure of that, my friend. You may very well have saved it. Worry

>>1625619
NEVERMIND WRITING!

>>1625630
Well on the bright side, we either call too much attention to ourselves, or despite our sleek new physique we embarass ourselves super badly, thus restoring the status quo.

WE'RE FUCKED LADIES AND GENTS. EVERYONE RUN.

>>1625639
>>1625645
Parker luck, or new villain incoming.

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>>1625619
>>1625578

The moment you’re told to run, things immediately go pear shaped. Perhaps you weren’t ready for the immediate start, perhaps it was your eagerness. Whatever the case you immediately find yourself staring at the bright red rubberized asphalt of the track. You can feel the heat behind your ears as the people around you begin to laugh and chuckle as they take off and you hope to push yourself up to do the same.

Yet when you go to push yourself up to standing...you can’t!

Looking at your hands, you find that no matter how hard you tug or jerk your arms you can’t seem to get your hands to remove themselves from the artificial ground.

>What the hell is going on?!

>A.) Continue to struggle
>B.) Relax, calm down, think.
>C.) We can work with this, i’m sure we can!
>D.) Other

>>1625675
>>B.) Relax, calm down, think.

>>1625675
>B.) Relax, calm down, think.

>>1625675
>B. Relax, calm down, think.
Then >A. Continue to struggle.

Because you know, FUCKING PANIC IF YOU CAN'T THINK.

>>1625675
>B.) Relax, calm down, think.

Oh boy...

>C. We can work with this! I know we can!

fuckin run everybody

>>1625675
>>A.) Continue to struggle

>>1625675
>B.) Relax, calm down, think.

>>1625675
>B.) Relax, calm down, think.
>C.) We can work with this, i’m sure we can!

>>1625675

B>>1625680
>>1625685
>>1625687
>>1625690
>>1625879
>>1625976

Seem's B is your choice. ROLL IT

Rolled 28 (1d100)

>>1625977

Rolled 65 (1d100)

>>1625977
Come on,I have to redeem myself!

Rolled 27 (1d100)

Rolled 65 (1d100)

>>1625977

COME ON NAT 100 MOTHERFUCKER.

Rolled 64 (1d100)

>>1625977
REDEMPTION

Rolled 15 (1d100)

>>1625977

>>1625675
Bump

>>1625675
>B.) Relax, calm down, think.

Rolled 73 (1d100)

>>1625977

Rolled 35 (1d100)

>>1625977
Too late, probably, but w/e

Is OP kill?

>>1626432

oh no, I'm here folks! Just about to get writing now!

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>>1625977


Taking a moment to breathe, you focus on your breathing. While this is certainly a problem and something you had not anticipated, there MUST be a way out of this! After a while you begin to feel some space between your hand and the ground, and within a minute you finally manage to stand. The rest of the class is half a track away by now and the coach is looking at you like you’re insane.

Without the pressure and excitement you take off in a jog to try and catch up. After a few seconds something feels off but you can’t quite put your finger on it. It only occurs to you once the sound of slapping feet on asphalt that you’ve managed to catch up in what? A minute?

Sweet superspeed, Bat-Man!

>A.) Show off, blaze past everyone, even with their lead
>B.) Be at least a little cocky, catch up to your
>C.) Hang back, you don’t want to scare anyone after all
>D.) Other

>>1626625
>A.) Show off, blaze past everyone, even with their lead

>>1626625
>A.) Show off, blaze past everyone, even with their lead

>>1626625
>B.) Be at least a little cocky, catch up to your

I'm guessing this is to catch up but not win, so we'll do that. Don't wanna stand out too much.

>>1626625
>C.) Hang back, you don’t want to scare anyone after all

>>1626625
>A
Fuck you people, I have super powers.

>>1626625
>C.) Hang back, you don’t want to scare anyone after all

>>1626625
>D.) Say nothing, just keep running, our problems and bad luck can't catch us if we run. But seriously Gotta push it to the limit and see how much of an edge these surprise gains have given us. This is p.e so lets do some damn P.E
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iIpfWORQWhU

>>1626625
>>C.) Hang back, you don’t want to scare anyone after all
I wanted to vote B but dammit i just absolutely don't want A

>>1626678
>Not wanting A
The adventure has to begin, AwN. It begins on the track.

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By the way, now that I think about it; what with the chanting and occult rituals being mentioned, did this DCU Harry manage to call forth some Spider-totem that gave us the powers?

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Trust me, that'll be something you'll learn. Writing up in a little bit but in the meantime, have a teaser of something

>>1626713
>teaser of something
Man if that's a fucking Klyntar Weaver, I will be very dissapointed...

>>1626713
>Write up
>With a tie
How are you settling this, oh wise and powerful weaver

>>1626727
If no one posts? Flip a coin.

>>1626625
>C.) Hang back, you don’t want to scare anyone after al

>>1626722
>>1626713
Google image search gives me nothing. I suspect Weaver made it him/her/queerfaggotself.

>>1626741
Well regardless it's pretty good freakin line art.

Anansi in this bitch?

>>1626741

The lady made it for me, and that's just the first draft

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>>1626744
>Anansi and the Web of Life and Destiny are a thing
>Alex gets pulled into Spider-Verse shenanigans.
>Every reference or quip that isn't generic pop culture and is related to DC in anyway is beeped out.
>He's a walking black bar every time he's in the shot.
>"Okay, who invited the walking C&D?"

>>1626783
In the bottom right, above Peter Porker/Spider Pig... is that... is that Spider Man running for President?

>>1626786

President Spider-Man.

Or Press Secretary Spider-Man.

>>1626625

As much as you want to go ahead and showboat; boast and see the look on Flash’s face it occurs to you that maybe it’s for the best you don’t. With Harry gone and you just starting to make friends, would being a braggart and show off really do anything to help you? Or is your ego so important that abusing whatever gifts you suddenly have so important?

No, it isn’t.

And although part of you is reluctant to do so, you begin to slow down again, pretend to pant a little harder, all to give the illusion that you’d run your wind. To yourself however you had to admit this was NOTHING! Normally you’d be winded and panting for real and yet you feel like you could do this all day, and then some.

By the time the five minutes of “Grueling” running is done, you let body carry you while your mind returns to the more serious matters at hand: What happened last night? Following this train of thought you mull over what you can do, if anything at all.

>A.) Talk to Tim and Barbara, maybe ask for their advice
>B.) Go out alone, you have an idea of where to start, don’t you?
>C.) Just let the police handle it, surely they’ll get to the bottom of this!
>D.) Other.

>>1626786
>President Spider-Man
>"...and by doing this, I will ensure that our nation's children will get the best possible educa- Oh no, doctor Connors class... I got so caught up in what I was doing I forgot all about it. He's gonna kill me..."

>>1626800
>B.) Go out alone, you have an idea of where to start, don’t you?

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>>1626803
>President Spider Man is sworn into office
>The second he's in there he institutes a new education program
>All educational courses across the nation are to be taught by Curt Connors
My sides

>>1626800
>B.) Go out alone, you have an idea of where to start, don’t you?

>>1626800
>B.) Go out alone, you have an idea of where to start, don’t you?

>>1626800
>B.) Go out alone, you have an idea of where to start, don’t you?
Just walk around... Maybe web sling?

>>1626800
>B

>>1626809
>Next order of business is a new law that forbids the undue flipping of Pizza, as to make sure Mr. Aziz doesn't flip out

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>>1626832
>Finally, no more undue experiments without extreme supervision, so as to avoid what happened to our nation's beloved Otto Octavius.

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>>1626842
>President Spider-Man steps down from the podium as everyone gives a standing ovation.
>Later that day he gets demolished in the Bugle for his idiocy in having one single man teach an entire nation, making Pizza delivery boys' lives that much more miserable and stifling progress by forcing our nations beloved brainiacs to be monitored.

>>1626800
>B.) Go out alone, you have an idea of where to start, don’t you?

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>>1626625

Sitting on the bus, you make up your mind.

If you’re gonna do this investigation, you’re gonna do it alone. Tim and Barbara while nice, don’t need to get involved in your need to figure out the last twenty-four hours. You deserve answers for what’s gone on, for your sake and for Harry.

Getting off at your stop you can already see the sun dipping and reflecting off the glass of a dozen buildings. Just like every other day this sign means that the evening Gotham traffic is just about to hit the bustling city as the many office workers return to their homes for the day. Slipping your headphones in your ear you do your best to tune out the hustle and bustle and start the short walk back home when all of a sudden…!

>ROLL