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…signed, Ms. Glamville.

You flourish the forged signature as you’ve seen Ms. Glamville, the school nurse, do so many times. Lucky for you Scarab seems to enhance not only your physical strength but your long term memory as well! So many little details you almost forgot about now crystal clear! Confident in your forgery you make your way to the last few classes of the day, biology conveniently being on the third floor. The hallways are empty, your footsteps echoing like you’re taking a stroll down a cavern. Finally on your right is room 316, one of the many Science Labs. You enter the class of sophomores and juniors and are immediately greeted by your teacher, one Mr. Warren. A pudgy, bald, middle aged teacher who you swear to God just picks on kids for the sheer fun of it.

“And where is your-“ you cut him off before he can finish his sentence and present your late slip with a slight grin on your face. You know for a fact that drives him mad, the sheer smugness you’re radiating. Fat jackass deserves to be put in his place once in a while. You heard he made a Freshman cry, who does that?

“Oh… well then… I’ll just have to convene with Ms. Glamville on this notes authenticity.”

You swear you can hear the snide mockery in his voice. God he talks to people like he knows what he’s saying. Dude’s a biology teacher with degree from a diploma mill, tries to use big words, feel superior. What a cunt.

“Regardless,” He resumes, “Take the only seat that’s left… next to Mr. Parker.”

Again that fucking smarm.

“Perhaps he’ll rub off on you and you’ll actually grade higher than a C.”

>Deep breathes. Just go take the seat next to Peter.

>Guy wants to snark, snark back.

>You don’t need to deal with this, leave and go elsewhere.

>Write-in?

>>1680592
>You don’t need to deal with this, leave and go elsewhere.
>Guy wants to snark, snark back.

>>1680592
>Deep breathes. Just go take the seat next to Peter.

>>1680592
>Shrug and sit by Parker

>>1680592
>>Deep breathes. Just go take the seat next to Peter.

>>1680663
support

>>1680673
>>1680658
>>1680663
>>1680679
Just sit there and take it.

>Writing

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You inhale deeply through your nose. Fucking tenured professors, you swear they could get away with murder. Regardless you head on down to the second to last row and slide into your seat next to one Peter Benjamin Parker. You don’t know why but you really want to gouge out his eyes pay attention to this class… maybe it’s Scarab wanting to learn more about the functions of the human body.

Well too bad for him, you’re going to shitpost virulently in class from your new phone!

Log in and check out the general on /cg/, and what a surprise! They’re actually talking about you! A few posts talking about how your suit is gold, it’s New York, and therefor are some Jew shill but for the most part it’s positive! Everyone’s especially impressed with how you got stabbed and kept going. Not a lot of people get the whole “Scarab” thing though, but you’re certain it’ll somehow evolve… somehow.

Minutes quickly fly by and before you know it the bell rings, signaling the end of the school day. You really need to pay more attention to these things but luckily, you’ve got all of it recorded in your phone which you listen to later. Honestly you could ace this class if you gave a damn… least, that’s what you tell yourself. Before long you’re back in the halls, making your way out. However, a sudden shove brings you down to the floor, the contents of your backpack spilling out onto the floor!

“Watch it nerd!”

Christ, you know that voice. Flash Thompson. Star Quarter-Back and all-around jack-ass, and no one can stop him. Unless… YOU do…

>Just ignore him. He’s a jerk yeah but he’s not a danger.

>Get up and insult him, make him the assaulter.

>Grab your stuff, sock him in the jaw.

>Write in?

My internet might not be as tough as I thought

>>1680820
>Grab your stuff, sock him in the jaw.

>>1680820
>>Grab your stuff, sock him in the jaw.
>You watch it, fucking dumbass jock.

>>1680820
>Get up and insult him, make him the assaulter.

>>1680820
>>Get up and insult him, make him the assaulter.

"Hey Flash, it's (current year), you don't have to hide your homosexual urges through violence against the dudes your secretly crushing on."

"And while I'm flattered that you like me, I'm afraid that I'm straight."

>>1680820
>>Get up and insult him, make him the assaulter.

He has to start this.

>>1680820
>>Get up and insult him, make him the assaulter.

>>1680863
>>1680848
>>1680844
>>1680915
Alrighty then, make yourself the victim!

Roll me a 1d20+1 if you please! Best of three!

Rolled 5 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>1680920

Rolled 15 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>1680920

Rolled 15 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>1680920

Rolled 16 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>1680920

Rolled 5 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>1680920

Rolling even though I know I'm late.

>>1680922
>>1680924
>>1680927
You guys passed!

>>1680928
Bit too late!

>>1680931
>>1680937
Appreciate the efforts!

>writing now!

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You could just let it slide. You could move on, do something else with your time…. but what’s the fun in that?

“Hey Eugene, just cause you got mommy issues doesn’t mean you should take it out on someone else.”

He visibly stops at that, and you’re fairly certain you hear a few “Oooos” from the surrounding students. This is gonna be a blood bath.

“The hell did you just call me?”

“Eugene. I’d change my name too if my parents hated me that much.”

That actually angers him. To the point where he drops lower, a scowl developing on his face.

“Say one more word punk, and I swear to God.”

“Or what? You’ll re-enact how your dad beats you?”

He rushes you at that! It’s funny… time slows to a crawl and he seems so… slow…

This IS going to be a bloodbath! With US at the center!

For all his football training Flash is remarkably easy to dodge. Just a step to the right and he barrels past you. He stops when he realizes his tackle didn’t work and instead goes for a wild swing, Step back. Another swing, another step back. It’s like a waltz… But he is not your partner… we are.

Chants go out around you, the familiar “FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT” song that everyone rallies behind. Of course, not much of the support is for you, especially from Eugene’s groupees. It’s all, “Get ‘em Flash,” and “beat his ass”. Hate these people. Hate this school. Hate that you don’t know where this unbridle frustration is coming from, but most importantly, YOU HATE EUGENE “FLASH” THOPSON! You know there’s faculty coming down the hall at an alarming rate but you really, really, really want to land just one teeny tiny little punch…

>Screw it, risk detention or suspension or whatever. Punch him in his perfect goddamn jawline.

>No… it’s not worth it. Just wait for faulty to break you two apart.

>You know what? Let him hit you. In plain view of the faculty, who you know for a FACT will take this whole thing out of context.

>>1681145
>>You know what? Let him hit you. In plain view of the faculty, who you know for a FACT will take this whole thing out of context.

>>1681145
>Other
Dodge around him. Let him punch a wall or something like that. Let him humiliate himself without us needing to land a hit, get punched, or have staff intervene.

shouldn't he be getting deja vu by how we're dodging punches at this point?

>>1681145
>You know what? Let him hit you. In plain view of the faculty, who you know for a FACT will take this whole thing out of context.

>Sometimes little guy you gotta take a hit to make a plan work. Just make sure it's not a bad one.

>>1681145
>You know what? Let him hit you. In plain view of the faculty, who you know for a FACT will take this whole thing out of context.

>>1681145
>>You know what? Let him hit you. In plain view of the faculty, who you know for a FACT will take this whole thing out of context.

We were fucking STABBED with a horn this morning, a punch from a meathead will feel ticklish by comparison.

>>1681213

It'd probably hurt him, in fact.

>>1681213
>>1681198
>>1681173
You have more faith in the system than I do.

I'll write it later though cause it's 2:31am here in Europe. See you guys tomorrow!

>>1681236

See you soon!

>>1681145
>You know what? Let him hit you. In plain view of the faculty, who you know for a FACT will take this whole thing out of context.
Watch him break his hand and get us suspended somehow.

>>1681365
We should at least do it Bluto style first.

Point to a spot on our face, stand completely still, and invite the fist. Even if we eat shit, people will still probably respect us for our balls to willingly ask for a slug to the skull.

Running today?

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>>1682821
Yep! In a few hours or so, no worries!

>>1682841

Sweet!

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You see the faculty approach, parting the sea of kids and silencing the fight chant as they cut through the wheat of sophomoric spectators. Now’s your chance. You line up your jaw with one of his sloppy punches and wait for him to strike you, and you’re not even sure he did… literally it felt as if a bit of stale pizza dough just smacked you in the face. You keep the act going by tumbling to the ground, holding your face for dramatic effect as you slightly writhe and groan.

“Break it up, break it up! Flash Thompson!” oh, you know that voice. The Principal, Mrs. Lewis. She’s got one of those liberal arts educations, think it gives her an edge, and just likes to tear into people in general. Now she’s on your side. You look up and realize she’s looking between the two of you, before approaching you and helping you up. Security grabs onto Flash as he gives a bit of a struggle before finally submitting.

“The nerd started it!” He protests.

“I don’t care who started it! BOTH of you are heading to my office!”

What?!

“Why me?!” You similarly protest.

“Like I said, I don’t care WHO started it, you’re both in the wrong! Now, head to my office!”

And so here you both are. A chair separating you and the dude with more Oedipus issues than you’d care to name and… actually you realize, you’re not in any position to judge, as you are the one with an extraterrestrial symbiote living on you.

“I am confused… are we being reprimanded?”

You’re not sure if Scarab could hear you but… it’s worth a shot.

You explain to him in the most graphic detail and as deep in thought as you can, that you are in fact being reprimanded for your actions.

“Why? Was our ruse not convincing enough?

No, the authority simply doesn’t care, and seems to want to repress any and all natural urges that people feel at this age. Yeah, of course you know it’s not right to fight in the middle of the hall, but still, that’s hardly any precedent to put you, the VICTIM, in the same place as the criminal.

(CONT to let people know I'm not dead and the quest is still up!)

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“This is your fault you freakin’ dweeb.”

You crane your head to Flash.

“S’cuse you?

“I said this is YOUR fault! I had a scholarship going for me but they might take that away if I’m suspended!”

“Maybe if you weren’t such a jerk we wouldn’t be here.”

“I swear when this is over I am going to kill you.”

“I’m surprised you can actually hold a conversation, your brain’s so small it could float in a peanut shell and no hit the edge for a century.”

This actually earns you a stifled giggle from the secretary watching you.

“Shut up. What’s your problem anyway? You’re so weird and creepy, you don’t talk to anyone unless you’re forced too.”

Goddamn you hate when people do that. Bringing up your social anxiety as some kind of talking point. How do you respond?

>”Cause half the school is like you! Ignorant and uncaring. You think I LIKE being seen as weird? I would’ve KILLED to be you! Star Quarter back, full athletics scholarship in sophomore year!”

>”Cause like I said, you’re a jerk. I don’t know if its repressed urges or what but you just pick a fight with everyone.”

>”What’s YOUR problem? You take out your problems on everyone else! You’re an asshole, plain and simple.”

>”Write in?”

Teenage dialogue is hard as hell and don't let anyone tell you otherwise.

>>1683203
>”Cause half the school is like you! Ignorant and uncaring. You think I LIKE being seen as weird? I would’ve KILLED to be you! Star Quarter back, full athletics scholarship in sophomore year!”

>>1683203
>”Cause half the school is like you! Ignorant and uncaring. You think I LIKE being seen as weird? I would’ve KILLED to be you! Star Quarter back, full athletics scholarship in sophomore year!”

>>1683203
>”Cause half the school is like you! Ignorant and uncaring. You think I LIKE being seen as weird? I would’ve KILLED to be you! Star Quarter back, full athletics scholarship in sophomore year!”

>>1683203
>>”What’s YOUR problem? You take out your problems on everyone else! You’re an asshole, plain and simple.”
This, right here? This is just the first time you got caught. Which means I'm the lucky guy who gets to be screwed over with you.

>>1683209
>>1683213
>>1683215
>>1683223
Alright then, writing!

Shit guys, sorry in advance but something urgent's come up, and I need to put the thread on hold once more, I'll resume tomorrow!

Stay tuned True Believers!

>>1683333
Hope everything's alright

So on the bright side! I might get in the University I want! However, in less fortunate news, I might have to put both this and Marvel Cape Quest on Hiatus.

I'll finish this thread in the next few hours though, so no worries true believers! Stay tuned!

Post incoming soon my friends, have faith in me... and please attend. You guys make this board worthwhile.

>>1689456
Keepin an eye on this thread. Sometimes life puts fun on hold. Oh, and you're doing fine on the teen dialogue.

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”Cause half the school is like you! Ignorant and uncaring. You think I LIKE being seen as weird? I would’ve KILLED to be you! Star Quarter back, full athletics scholarship in sophomore year!”

“Damn straight! Now cause of you I might not get any of that! My grades are worse than YOURS! Football’s the only thing I have going for me, and nerds like you are gonna ruin that too!”

“My God, you really have no redeeming qualities do you?”

“I’m one of the best athletes in the state bro, don’t nobody got a better cannon than me!”

Christ, he’s insufferable.

“Yeah, guess you need a break from the domestic abuse.”

“You shut the hell up, my dad is great!”

“Wasn’t talking about your dad.”

He almost leaps from the chair to try and get his hands around your neck, and you scuffle slightly before once again being pulled apart by security. Damn gorilla makes sure the two of you stay in your seats this time. This is bullshit, you don’t need to deal with this crap. You just took down a 8 foot tall Rhino person, you could crush Flash. We should crush him! All of them! Like you did the Rhino! You could rule this school, the city, THE STATE-

“Mr. Stepanos!”

You’re snapped out of your trance by the shrill, almost dagger like voice of Mrs. Lewis.

“Step into my office please… now.”

You rise from your seat, sparing Flash a passing glare before front facing and entering the Principals Office. As you take your seat across from Mrs. Lewis you can’t help but wonder what just happened. It was like you were a fly on the wall, your thoughts not your own. An all-consuming, inky comforting? darkness that just… came from nowhere. What the hell came over you just then? You’ll have to do something about this. Could… could Scarab be doing this?

Once again you’re brought back to reality by Mrs. Lewis.

“Mr. Stepanos, you are well aware of the consequences for rough housing on school grounds.”

“I know I am, and I know for a fact you’re not interested in my side of the story.”

“Now that’s not true. I know you Vlad, and I know you’re not some kind of hooligan like Flash or his gang.”

“Well if you know they’re hooligans why the hell don’t you do anything about it?”

“Because our funding is very short. People like Flash, as much as I hate to admit it, keep us from drowning.”

“So it’s favoritism?”

“No, it’s desperation. That’s all. Neither of you are leaving without reprimand but I’m sorry to say that you’re going to have a longer sentence. I’ve already contacted your legal guardian along with Flash’s parents with the news.”

Just then, the door opens revealing the secretary from outside. You didn’t notice before but he’s got a weird face, freaky wide eyes, pointed nose. You swear he looks like a bird.

“Mrs. Lewis, Vladimir’s guardian is here and he wants to… talk, he says.” God and his voice is so raspy. Dude creeps you out, even Scarab’s getting bad vibes.

(CONT.)

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There’s a bit of a silence before she cocks and eyebrow and answers.

“Send him in.”

The freaky bird-esque man retreats and lets in your Uncle. He looks away momentarily. Oh man, you know that look. God, its soul wrenching. It’s not even judgement or disappointment or anger just… piercing. You hit you with that one morning when you pulled an all-nighter shitposting once when you were 13. Hell, even Mrs. Lewis is impressed.

He walks up to your side and puts his hand on your shoulder.

“I need only know one thing.” He speaks, his voice having more gravel than usual.

“Who started it?”

…

>Tell him it was Flash.

>Accept you were kind of a dick though, tell him it was you.

>Say nothing.

>>1689500
"He knocked me down, but i escalated things when i shouldn't have. I'll fully admit to that."

>>1689505
Oh yeah, shit I forgot to do that,

>>1689500
>Write-in

>>1689505
This is good. Supporting.

>>1689500
>Accept you were kind of a dick though, tell him it was you.
Oh boy I get it,we tried to put Flash in his place like a superhero and get away with it. "Just don’t let it get to your head" and we did exactly that...

>>1689500
>>1689505
This he knocked me down, I bad mouthed him, and he swung at me. I should have kept my mouth in check.

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>>1689538
Is it YOU going to YOUR head or... something else?

>>1689505
>>1689519
>>1689539
The write in option wins.

>Writing!

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You know when to swallow your pride.

“I did,” you answer, “He was being a jerk and I decided to run my mouth. He snapped but I admit, I shouldn’t have escalated the situation.”

Your Uncles look only slightly shifts, only so much that you’d notice. After living with him for so long you’re damn near certain you’re the only one who could see those changes. A slight wrinkle in the eyebrow or on the cheek. Usually means he’s… sad?

“Perfect,” he replies with a smile, “now head on outside, I’ve something… private I need to discuss with Mrs. Lewis here.”

This time you cock and eyebrow. To which Uncle simply smiles and winks at you. Huh. Weird.

“Alright then, I’ll go… wait in the car.”

“Won’t take long, no worries.”

You stand up from your chair leaving Uncle and Mrs. Lewis behind. The minute you exit the door you hear a vicious tirade coming from a rather large and angrily muscled middle aged man. He looks on the verge of going fucking ballistic at any moment. A booming voice is practically ripping through the lobby and you’re surprised you didn’t hear this guy in Mrs. Lewis’ office. He’s currently standing over Flash, berating him and yelling in his face.

“What am I PAYING for?! For you to get into fights?! Your grades are TRASH, your attitude is TRASH, and right now you are shaping up to be TRASH”

Oh wait… that’s Flash’s father.

Ooooooh. Damn.

“You disappoint your MOTHER, you disappoint ME, AND YOU SHOULD DISSAPOINT YOURSELF. You are a lazy, ignorant, ungrateful WASTE! YOU MAKE ME WONDER WHY I EVER WANTED KIDS!!”

Okay, no that’s a bit too far. It’s Flash Thompson yeah but this… this is just severe, even for what you wanted to do to him.

>Nah man, he deserves it. He’s a jerk, and he’s getting put in his place. Walk on by.

>Maybe spare a passing glance, and keep this in the back of your mind. Address this at a later date.

>Cut off the rant by going and apologizing to Flash. You haven’t got a dad and you kind of feel for him that his is such an asshole.

>>1689653
>>Cut off the rant by going and apologizing to Flash. You haven’t got a dad and you kind of feel for him that his is such an asshole.

>>1689653
>Maybe spare a passing glance, and keep this in the back of your mind. Address this at a later date.

>>1689653
Point at him. And laugh

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>>1689653
>Cut off the rant by going and apologizing to Flash. You haven’t got a dad and you kind of feel for him that his is such an asshole.
Parents like that suck

>>1689653
>>Cut off the rant by going and apologizing to Flash. You haven’t got a dad and you kind of feel for him that his is such an asshole.

Even assholes don't deserve asshole dads.

>>1689653
>>Nah man, he deserves it. He’s a jerk, and he’s getting put in his place. Walk on by.
shit parents are no excuse for shit behavior

>>1689663
>>1689716
Nice guys

>>1689666
Silent Satan

>>1689667
Laugh at this man

>>1689717
I'd usually agree with you on that

>Writing!

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Just as Flash’s furious father’s about to let loose another sentence you butt in.

“Hey, Flash right? Listen,” instinctively you make yourself look bigger than you normally do, Scarab might have something to do with that, “I was being a jerk, and I shouldn’t be taken people’s lunch money.”

“Wai- wha-“

“That true boy? You stop this punk from robbing someone?”

Flash is utterly confused. By now he’s certain of his involvement but all evidence leads to his belief that he is the guilty party. Though, his father doesn’t know that. While he’s dad’s eyes are off you you give him a subtle wink to let him in on your scheme. His confusion lessens as he gears turn.

“Yeah. He was bullying another kid for his lunch money, and I don’t stand for that. We had a fight but, I won, socked him right in the jaw, fell like a ton o’ bricks.” Stretching the truth a bit but yeah, you did fall.

His father looks skeptical for a moment, eyebrow raised at the situation and Flash’s in-ability to spout about this great achievement.

“Well damn,” he says as he pats his son on the back, “I’m proud of you son. Stopping delinquents! You’ll make a fine Thompson yet!”

He spare Flash one more wink before you walk off to leave him with his father. Outside you find your Uncles 1971 Toyota Civic, car’s older than you are. Allegedly the car’s saved his life numerous times in the past, from car crashes to reckless drivers. The windows are tinted and you swear you could throw a building on it and it wouldn’t budge. Tough old gal. You strap yourself in and wait for your Uncle. A few minutes later as promised he comes out with a more somber look on his face. He hops into the drives seat and drives on down home. The ride is silent before he speaks up.

“So. Did you win?”

>Yeah, I won.

>Dodged around, got cocky though.

>Nah, got knocked on my ass.

>>1689896
>Dodged around, got cocky though.

>>1689896
>>Dodged around, got cocky though.
>I could have taken him easily, but, well secret out and then things get waaaay too complicated for my liking.

>>1689917
This plus:
>"Also I fought some weird rhino dude this morning. Compared to that it was like Flash was just a giant toddler trying to hit me."

>>1689903
>>1689917
>>1689937
Ya' got cocky kid.

>writing

>>1689896
>>Dodged around, got cocky though.

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“I’ll be honest, I fought a giant rhino thing earlier today, and compared to that thing stabbing me-“

“You were stabbed?! Hope you got his name, cause no one is going to hear from him-“

“Uncle! Uncle! Don’t worry! Scarab took care of it. Didn’t even break a rib.”

He grumbles a bit at that as you continue on up the avenue.

“Well alright, but that suit won’t always be there. You need to find yourself.”

You feel an eerie chill up your spine when he finishes that sentence. ”We’ll always be here. Always.

“So, what happened next?” he inquires.

“Well the school day was ending, and when I was leaving he pushed me and I fell. I called him a domestic abuse victim and we fought.”

“And you lost?”

“Well, I could have crushed him infront of the whole school, but you know, secret identities and all that. It’s not what heroes do, right?”

This earns you a smile from the weathered and world-wise old man. An approving smile you’re certain any child would be happy receiving. You finally arrive home to your apartment.

“Good. You’re a good kid Vlad. Never let anyone tell you any different. Oh, and I almost forgot! I made you your favorites! Chicken tenders!”

______________________

And that’s the session everyone! Sorry for the TREMENDOUS pause but I hope you all enjoyed it! Speaking of which, you now have
>3 SP to spend!

https://pastebin.com/dHT4mE5p

You want to bank it, or spend it on something?

>>1690128
Armor plating

>>1690128
as much as I want higher regen and shapeshifting to start getting the wings
>Armor
is probably the way to go for now, wings are long term anyway.

>>1690128
get agility boost and shape shifting 1

>>1690128
Fire Resistance LV 1 (Requires Enhanced Durability LV 2) - Scarab becomes less afraid of fire and its affects, also developing a partial oxygen pocket in case of smoke inhalation. You can last 5 minutes within a burning facility. [2 points to purchase!]

>>1690145
>>1690158
Armor with two votes

>>1690159
>>1690160
Agility/Shape shifting and fire resistance with one each

>>1690182
changing to armor

>>1690188
And armor wins it!

Thanks all for playing, I'll edit the pastebin later and archive this sucker.

Like I said, I might put this on a long hiatus, as per the fact I'm going to Uni very soon. Wish me luck, and stay tuned true believers!

And that's the thread archived!

>>1690228
Good luck and thanks for running!

>>1690128
>Uncle made us chicken tendies

I see what you did there.

>>1690433

I laughed and cringed a little when I saw that.

>>1690128
Armor plating