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You stare at Spawn in front of you, watching as “Al”, a towering man in all black in a long flowing velvet cape stretching not only to his feet but many feet off the roof of the building, his hands and chains issuing from his body strangling and constraining every single limb on Deathstroke’s body. His white face paint that had the feel of a slightly predatory avian shape, red eyes glowing out of the dark. That wasn’t a metaphor, his eyes were as bright as the neon lights. Eyes red and hot as hell.

Slade starts chocking, clawing at his throat with his one free hand that he manages to slip from the chains, his remaining eye rolling back into his head. Somehow he manages to pry a few centimeters of a rusty chain coiled around his throat and draw in another breath to neither die or fall unconscious. A very small part, but real enough that makes your stomach churn, is a little disappointed at this. Slade eye forgets you entirely and focuses on Slade with something like guilt clouding them.

“Al...I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it, I had no choice. Wynn made me….” Slade coughs out, eye displaying a rare but heartfelt plead from him.

“Sorry isn’t good enough. Wynn never put a gun to your head Wilson, he just offered something you wanted enough that once he dangled in front of you, you’d shoot your own friend in the back for it.” Al counters, tightening the chain somehow, prompting a spew of choking sounds from Slade as his airpath way is blocked again.

>A.) Wait stop, there’s no need to kill him. He’ll be sent to a jail cell soon

>B.) Punch him.

>C.) Create a gravity field and throw Al away.

>D.) Wait stop, don’t kill him you’ll wind up just as evil as he is

>>1802104
>A.) Wait stop, there’s no need to kill him. He’ll be sent to a jail cell soon

>>1802104
>C.) Create a gravity field and throw Al away.

>>1802104
>A.) Wait stop, there’s no need to kill him. He’ll be sent to a jail cell soon

>>1802104
>A

>>1802104
>>A.) Wait stop, there’s no need to kill him. He’ll be sent to a jail cell soon

>>1802104
>E. Goodbye Slade.

>>1802104
>A

Oh boy..i'm not ready for this...

>>1802104
>>A.) Wait stop, there’s no need to kill him. He’ll be sent to a jail cell soon

Glad you're not dead.

>>1802104
>>A.) Wait stop, there’s no need to kill him. He’ll be sent to a jail cell soon
Ultimately I think we have to save Slade's life, if only because we're supposed to be a hero.

>>1802104
>>A.) Wait stop, there’s no need to kill him. He’ll be sent to a jail cell soon
>And I'll make sure he stays there

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F.) Free Slade and Become his Apprentice so you can betray him later

“Wait stop, there’s no need to kill him. He’ll sent to a jail cell soon.” You say, lifting your hand towards Al, he briefly looks up at you for a moment, red eyes not filled with malice any more, just casual disdain.

“Wynn would just bust him out. This coward is connected boy, it might not look like it but I’m doing us both a favor. Do you know how many people he’s killed over the years? Not just by his directly but by the wars he’s caused by a well placed bullet? Slade Wilson a cancer boy, I’m the surgeon. Take your goth girlfriend and go home.” Al, a grin noticeably forming through his mask or whatever fabric was covering his head, as he tightened his grip even more.

One of the streetlamps shuts off and most of the man in black is covered by shadow now. If weren’t for his eyes you almost could lose him in the darkness. The only sound you hear a crackling, utterly unpleasant nasal laughter in the distance. You’re adrenaline that usually tells you to stay and fight for the first time is begging you to run. But if you do you know Slade isn’t making it out of here alive. That might you feel safer but could live with yourself if you just let him die like that? You stay where you are for the moment.

“I need him alive to stop more people from dying.” You answer. “He knows what H.I.V.E wants with me and what they’re planning. I might not know everything he’s done but I know a pawn when I see one. I prefer to spare a piece and end this damned game they’re playing.” You say.

“pfffffft” A voice says from the darkness “Come on Spawn. This ain’t no fun. You spent almost a decade in hell and two months in a modern day Hooverville to see your wife and put down a mad dog and you’re wasting your precious time with a faggot who likes to play dress up. Come on, squeeze that fucker so hard his eye pops out.”

>A.) Who the hell is that?

>B.) Continue to try and talk Spawn down

>C.) Create a gravity field and throw Spawn away from Slade

>>1802134
I feel it. I went through a week of hell. I'll be on the discord tomrrow to unload short stories and shit, but I'm just sleeping tonight after this

>>1802166
>>B.) Continue to try and talk Spawn down


Come on Al, don't become a demon.

>>1802166
>>A.) Who the hell is that?

>>1802166
>>A.) Who the hell is that?
>B.) Continue to try and talk Spawn down


the longer we stall for time the less the poison will affect us.

>>1802166
>B

>>1802176
Well, you're right

>B.) Talk him down.
>D.) Talk to Slade Directly to find info.

>>1802176
And the higher chance the cavalry will arrive finally.

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>>1802104
>Slade eye forgets you entirely and focuses on Slade

>>1802166
>B.) Continue to try and talk Spawn down

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>>1802199

>>1802166
>A
>B

>>1802166
>>B.) Continue to try and talk Spawn down

>>1802211
>>1802206
>>1802196
>>1802180
>>1802177
>>1802172
>>1802176
Roll 1d100+10

Rolled 53 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>1802221

Going to want two more rolls here guys

Rolled 43 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>1802221

Rolling

Rolled 62 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>1802221

>>1802221

>>1802237
sorry was in the bathroom

Rolled 98 (1d100)

Rolled 86 (1d100)

>>1802237
Sorry i'm late

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>>1802242
Pass

>>1802242
72 isn't bad.

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so...

>>1802247
Why'd you leave the discord dude?

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“Who the hell is that?” You ask to no one in particular.

“The pimple on my ass.” Spawn answers in an annoyed huff.

“I’m hurt Spawn, after all the help and guidance I give you, all that I am is an annoyance?” The voice continues, stepping out of the shadows and into the glow of a streetlight on the other side of the roof. A an extremely obese stout man in covered in face paint and pimples. A yellow grin spread across his face that was rivaled by the Joker’s in sheer creepiness. “But if I’m a bother, what the hell is Slade? Oh yeah a cancer. Get to cutting, if you need a knife I can always lend you one.”

“Listen, Al, don’t do this. You’re right Slade is a cancer...but he’s a just part of a larger tumor. I have no idea who this Wynn is, at the end of the day he and H.I.V.E have been the real drivers behind all those deaths. Slade is just a tool, a gun. They would have found another. We can use him to get to the people who really fucked us over. The people who...killed you?” You begin before stopping yourself. Spawn had stated Slade had killed him. Hell all three men practically did.

Spawn just sighs audibly and drops him, chain going loose, uncoiling around Slade’s limbs, and then reeling back into the black shadowy depths of his absurdly long red cape. Wilson just drops to the ground and lets out a low moan that’s a mixture of pain and relief. Spawn gets up and standing straight up in the posture and emitting the of gargoyle who’s just decided to go for a stroll and out of it’s funk. He approaches you and jams his finger into your shoulder.

“Fine, I’ll leave him with you. But not only do you owe me for this, and I just might call that favor in when it comes to win, I promise you if sparing him turns into a mess I will clean it up myself. And I might take out the trash but I leave the floor wet and bloody, got it?” Spawn says.

You mull it over for a quarter of a second. It’s a fair deal to be honest but it’s one you could never take. You hated the bastard but the idea of letting Al blowing Slade away if the cops really did let him go and Slade not learning his damn lesson would still weigh on you. You are kinda glad when the clown loses his shit and interrupts you honestly.

“What this wasn’t the deal you made with Trigon Spawn. Every aspect of this bargin has to be fufilled or I’m going to be forced to send your ass back coach.” The Clown yells walks up to both of you ranting and waving his arms around like he’s about to have a fit. “You better piss off kid or else. We have to have a private conversation here.”

>A.) Or what?

>B.) Come on, I’ll wake up Raven and we’ll all go to Titan’s Tower to discuss this. Forget the clown.

>C.) Do what he says, but take Slade with you

>D.) Do what he says

>>1802283
I'll be back tomrrow. Just been busy as hell and wanted to get the Spawn story done

>>1802300
>C.) Do what he says, but take Slade with you

>>1802300
>C

>>1802300
>>B.) Come on, I’ll wake up Raven and we’ll all go to Titan’s Tower to discuss this. Forget the clown

>>1802300
>>B.) Come on, I’ll wake up Raven and we’ll all go to Titan’s Tower to discuss this. Forget the clown.

>>1802300
>C.) Do what he says, but take Slade with you
Spawn and us aren't on the same level

>>1802334
>>1802321
>>1802312
>>1802308
It's not Spawn, it's the Clown, that's talking to you

>>1802336
so it will turn into a 3 on 1 fight us spawn and raven vs clown

>>1802336
ok, disregard last vote

>B.) Come on, I’ll wake up Raven and we’ll all go to Titan’s Tower to discuss this. Forget the clown.

>>1802343
If you want

>>1802300
>>B.) Come on, I’ll wake up Raven and we’ll all go to Titan’s Tower to discuss this. Forget the clown.

>>1802349
I don't but If we do have to that's what it will be

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>>1802343
>>1802351

>>1802336
>>1802300
>>B.) Come on, I’ll wake up Raven and we’ll all go to Titan’s Tower to discuss this. Forget the clown.

>>1802300
>>>B.) Come on, I’ll wake up Raven and we’ll all go to Titan’s Tower to discuss this. Forget the clown

"Goddamn Joker, what the hell did they feed you at Arkham?"

>>1802302
Goodnight bub, see you tomorrow. And get back on discord.

>>1802300
>C.) Do what he says, but take Slade with you

Adam doesn't kill and the only way to stop the clown is by killing him. Also please get Raven out of here too.

You grab and hoist Slade over your shoulder and glance over at Spawn. You didn’t have time to deal with tubbie over there you had serious business to attend to. You walk over to Raven and shake her back awake. She gets up with the support of your shoulder and quickly scans all the faces. She looks at you for an explanation but you can only shrug your shoulders. Didn’t have that much time or info to be honest. Would be much better to get the hell out of here and find out what the hell was actually going on. In regards to H.I.V.E and whatever the hell this was.

“You coming Al, I think you’re going to want to hear this.” You ask, Spawn going from glowering at the fat man to looking at you. He pauses a moment and just jogs over to you, as the Clown increasingly annoyed.

“And who the fuck says I’m going to le-” The Clown starts before Raven just teleports you into the middle of Titan’s Tower.

Once again you appear in the middle of the living room of Titan’s Tower, Artemis and Cyborg are crashing. Artemis watching the news with a bored expression and Cyborg reading an issue of Sports Illustrated.

“What again? Man you guys got bad luck.” Victor says with a sigh walking over to Raven. “Wait who is that? Is that Deathstroke?”

>A.) Yes, call every Titan here. We got him.

>B.) Vic, this is Al. Al this is Vic

>C.) Where the hell was my backup?

>D.) Where is everyone

>>1802396
>B.) Vic, this is Al. Al this is Vic

>>1802396
>A.) Yes, call every Titan here. We got him.

>B.) Vic, this is Al. Al this is Vic

>>1802396
>A.) Yes, call every Titan here. We got him.
>B.) Vic, this is Al. Al this is Vic

>>1802396
>A.) Yes, call every Titan here. We got him.
>>B.) Vic, this is Al. Al this is Vic
>I take it you didn't get the distress call from mine and raven's coms?
>Also if you see a guy that looks like a really fat joker on security feed tell us ASAP.

>>1802406
This. All of this. Violator is bad fucking news.

>>1802396
>A.) Yes, call every Titan here. We got him.
>B.) Vic, this is Al. Al this is Vic

>>1802396
>D
>A
>B

>>1802399
>>1802406
Changing my vote to this.
>A.) Yes, call every Titan here. We got him.
>>B.) Vic, this is Al. Al this is Vic
>I take it you didn't get the distress call from mine and raven's coms?
>Also if you see a guy that looks like a really fat joker on security feed tell us ASAP.

(Inb4 Cyborg asked us if we fucked Violater's girl as well).

>>1802449
>Demonic Goth Clowns
That would be Adam's kryptonite

“Vic, this is Al. Al this is Vic.” You say motioning from Cyborg to Spawn and then vice versa. Neither seem that amused to be honest. Though Slade chuckles a bit, though you have a suspicion it was at you not with you.

“All kidding aside, yes it’s Deathstroke, call every Titan. We got him.” You say softly, as he writhes on the floor. Maybe he was attempting to do something, anything to escape. But Spawn just puts a boot on his back and pushes him down hard. Wilson stays still as a stone with that, though his eye scans the room through his puffy face.

“Ugh, why didn’t you tell us about this?” Artemis says, as Cyborg rushes down into the dormitory areas of the Tower. “I think it would have been better for everyone if we were there to help.”

“But I did.” Raven says, prompting another bout of laughter from Slade. Well you had a feeling that answered one mystery.

While you wait as Cyborg rouses the Titans a thought crosses your mind…

>A.) The Clown called you Spawn, is that you’re superhero code name or something.

>B.) How the hell do you know Slade...outside the fact he killed you I guess.

>C.) Seriously, who the hell was that guy in the clown makeup? You know him

>D.) Raven go lie down, you almost drowned.

>>1802475
>>B.) How the hell do you know Slade...outside the fact he killed you I guess.

>>1802475
>>C.) Seriously, who the hell was that guy in the clown makeup? You know him
>>D.) Raven go lie down, you almost drowned.

>>1802475
>A.) The Clown called you Spawn, is that you’re superhero code name or something.
>B.) How the hell do you know Slade...outside the fact he killed you I guess.
>C.) Seriously, who the hell was that guy in the clown makeup? You know him
>D.) Raven go lie down, you almost drowned.

>>1802475
>>C.) Seriously, who the hell was that guy in the clown makeup? You know him

>>1802475
>B.) How the hell do you know Slade...outside the fact he killed you I guess.
>C.) Seriously, who the hell was that guy in the clown makeup? You know him
>D.) Raven go lie down, you almost drowned.
>E. Cyborg go through all our security protocols Slade blocked comms somehow, check to see if anyone either let a bug in or looked at something they were not supposed too.

>>1802475
>C.) Seriously, who the hell was that guy in the clown makeup? You know him

>>1802475
>C

>>1802481
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>>1802492
>>1802509
>ignoring Slade has an inn on our protocols

>>1802514
>Implying there's a damn thing I can do about it.

I would have iced Terra during the training exercise all those threads ago.

>>1802517
Slade almost outright admitted with that laugh he did SOMETHING have tech whiz mrRobobutt check.

“How the hell do you know Slade?” You ask Spawn, who just stares down at the man underneath his foot with complete contempt.
“We served in the army together, first as grunts and then up the ladder to special forces and officers. We became more than friends, we were brothers in arms. He was the best man at my wedding and I was the best man at his. Over time we developed a reputation for getting things done and by that point both our careers had stalled when it came to the traditional routes. We started doing clandestine work and then just wet work against the people the United States wanted dead. We worked our way through the entirety of the letters of the alphabet soup. FBI, CIA, NSA...all underneath the watchful eye of a human cockroach named Jason Wynn. Wynn came to me offering me a hush hush special formula. Would never need a hospital over again he said, push my strength and speed beyond human limits, would slow my aging even. He didn’t know what effect it would have on my kids though, so I turned him down. So than the man whom was closer to me than any other human on this planet gets the same offer but also a command. The man whom I’m fought with, bleed with, broke bread with….shot him in the back of the head in a jungle in the middle of nowhere.” Spawn says. “Bastard even went from a patroit who did necessary evils, to a freelance sociopath.”


You pause for a moment and then look back at him and then at Artemis and shrug nervously. She does the same. That was one hell of a story and explanation of a beef to put it mildly. Still you couldn’t let him return the favor on your watch.

“Seriously, who was the guy in the clown makeup? You know him.” You ask, Spawn turning his head back to you.

“Says he’s a handler for Hellspawn. That he is a high ranking officer in Hell’s army sent to make sure we stay on task. Besides that I don’t know. Don’t think Satan or Trigon as he calls him would send a fat dwarf for that though.” Spawn says shrugging. “Then again, he knows shit no one can possibly know.”

Wonderful

“So….is Spawn like your codename or….” You start.

“A nickname the Clown gave me. Stuck.” Spawn says cutting you off.

As the Titans start to pile in you tell Raven to go lie down, she almost died today and needed to get some rest. You the rest of the Titans could fill her in.

>A.) Inform the Titans that Slade has access to the comms and can block them

>B.) Ask what do with Slade, Spawn’s right H.I.V.E or Wynn might help break him out.

>C.) Introduce them all to Spawn.

>D.) Warn them about the Clown

>>1802572
>>A.) Inform the Titans that Slade has access to the comms and can block them

>C.) Introduce them all to Spawn.

>>1802572
>>A.) Inform the Titans that Slade has access to the comms and can block them
>C.) Introduce them all to Spawn.
>D.) Warn them about the Clown
>E. Ask cyborg to check the systems for anomalous entries or code in them. That would probably be the easiest way for him to block both raven and our coms. If we can rule that out we can work outwards.

>>1802300
>A
>B

>>1802572
>A
>C
>D
>E

>>1802572
>A
>C

>>1802572
>A.) Inform the Titans that Slade has access to the comms and can block them
>D.) Warn them about the Clown

>>1802596
yes?

>>1802572
>C
>D

>>1802601
That was awkward.

>>1802572
>A.) Inform the Titans that Slade has access to the comms and can block them
>C.) Introduce them all to Spawn.
>D.) Warn them about the Clown

“Cyborg, Slade has access to the comms. Could you check the systems for anomalous entries or code in them. That would probably be the easiest way for him to block both Raven and my coms. If we can rule that out we can work outwards.” You ask, the Titans mummer to themselves over this but Vic just nods and runs to the monitoring room to check out the computer.

“Guys this is Spawn...I mean Al. It’s a long story but he helped me take down Slade. He and Slade go way back apparently.” You start.

“He killed me.” Spawn interjects.

“What? Are you serious? Does that make you a ghost then? A zombie? A...” Starfire asks briefly before you just talk over her. Not polite but kinda of necessary.

“Al can probably answer any blanks we have on Slade, both were army buddies. In any case there is a clown out for him, best you not him interrupt this. Might be coming here, we should be looking on the monitors. Yes I’m serious.” You say, briefly looking at Artemis as she’s about to make some smart ass quip or something.

“So with Deathstroke?” You ask.

“Yes, what do we do with Deathstroke?” Slade asks mockingly

“Shut up.” Nightwing says, walks towards you. “It’s pretty obvious isn’t it? I’ll contact the Justice League. They’ll put him on the Watchtower until H.I.V.E’s gone and he’s safe for trial.” Dick says.

“That sounds...illegal.” You answer, to Slade just laughing again.

“Oh guys!” Cyborg yells. “There’s...a fat clown near the entrance?” Cyborg both yells and asks himself as if he couldn’t believe it. Great.


>A.) Tell the Titans to keep look out for Slade, that you and Spawn would send him away.

>B.) Tell Cyborg and Artemis to stay here, the rest of you would handle this.

>C.) Ignore him, you had more pressing matters

>>1802661
>D. Call the muhfuggin Justice League

>>1802661
>>B.) Tell Cyborg and Artemis to stay here, the rest of you would handle this.

>>1802661
>>A.) Tell the Titans to keep look out for Slade, that you and Spawn would send him away.


You know, when this quest Started, I didn't realize one day we would be working with Al fucking Simmons to take on Violator but here the fuck we are.

>>1802661
>>A.) Tell the Titans to keep look out for Slade, that you and Spawn would send him away.

>>1802661
So slade will likely escape but
>B

>>1802661
>>A.) Tell the Titans to keep look out for Slade, that you and Spawn would send him away.

>>1802669
Nightwing do this!
then
>A.)

>>1802661
Forgot to link QM, fuck!
here:
>>1802689

>>1802661
>>A.) Tell the Titans to keep look out for Slade, that you and Spawn would send him away.
Also >>1802669

>>1802691
>>1802669
Okay

This. This is now above our paygrade.

>>1802661
>A
What's the worst that could happen? He's just some clown that brown nosed his way into a position of power right?

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“Call the Justice League” You say suddenly, causing everyone including Spawn to look at you.

“You think we can’t take fat boy by ourselves if he doesn’t get the message?” Spawn asks, crossing his arms.

“Just to be safe...I got a bad feeling. Guys keep an eye on Slade, Spawn and I will see if we can get his ass out of here.” You answer, touching Al on the briefly as you direct him through the Titan’s Tower and towards the entrance.

For some reason you feel like vomiting as you open and the front door and see the stout man look up with nothing but humor and joy. Everything about that smile screamed malevolence and hate at this point. The sincere and heartfelt smile of a man who would take joy in a child being run over by a truck. His tobacco stained teeth that almost looked like fangs didn’t help matters.

“I didn’t mean to interrupt you and the team of barely legal and underage kids you decided to hang out with but you kinda forced my hand here Al.” The Clown says chuckling and with an edge of annoyance. “So hey, you kind of left with me holding the bag of shit there. I know you have important business...but so do Spawn and me.”

>A.) Fuck off or I won’t even bother to call the cops, I’ll smash in your head in here or now.

>B.) I hear you’re a demon or something? Why aren’t you overseeing jousts in hell or something?

>C.) I’m a little too old for clowns buddy

>D.) Al isn’t going to kill him

>>1802718
>B.) I hear you’re a demon or something? Why aren’t you overseeing jousts in hell or something?

>>1802718
>>B.) I hear you’re a demon or something? Why aren’t you overseeing jousts in hell or something?
>Or entertaining the king of hell, you look like a jester.

>>1802718
>B

>>1802718
>>B.) I hear you’re a demon or something? Why aren’t you overseeing jousts in hell or something?

I know this will anger him I'm just glad people know spawn enough that his enemies are not to fuck around with

>>1802718
>>A.) Fuck off or I won’t even bother to call the cops, I’ll smash in your head in here or now.
With threats, you gotta go big. I'll break you neck downand put you in the sand at a beach at high tide. The tombstone dog paddle.

>>1802718
>B.
>C.

>>1802718
>B.

>>1802718
>B
>C

>>1802718
>C
>B

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“I hear you’re a demon or something? Why aren’t you overseeing jousts in hell or something? Or entertaining the king of hell, you look like a jester” You ask, feigning boredom.

Al laughs but the Clown doesn’t. For the first time his face expresses the anger and hatred buried in his little spouts of laughter. Lines and dimples appear on his face, all as sharp and bony as knives carved from the remains of the skeletons of large wild animals. His face now bearing the type of grimace people sometimes get when dealing with a particularly long and arduous trip to the can. Like you were beneath him as much as a fly was to you.

“I got more important things to do then play act Dante’ Inferno kiddie. I’m out of the pit and on a mission to get jokers like Spawn in here in line. Like stop him from blabbing state secrets like that. Now I’m going to be forced to kill the kid Al, his death is on your hands.” The Clown spits out, eyes glaring at the two of you. You could tell he meant it.

Al didn’t seem to glean or get any of the intimation factor you did. Instead he just grabbed the Clown by his mouth eaten collar and pulled him close to his face. Spawn face was nothing but a nasty terrifying look underneath that mask of his now, though the Clown demeanor he returned to that of a joker having pulled the ultimate prank on the two of you. One that appealed to his sense of humor only, others be damned, it was joked only for his satisfaction and amusement.

“Go ahead try to. It would be funny to watch you shit out your head when I bash it in.” Spawn says tossing him to the grass.

Only promoting a fit over from laughter from him that only got louder and louder. From high pitched and brutal, to a deep laugh you imagine a lion or bear utterly. His tight ill fitting clothes expanded and exploded into confetti, his limb going from fat little nubs to long gray poles leading to giant claws ripping through his fingernails like paper towels. His face...was that of a monster, from a human jaw to a fanged nuzzle. His nose now a snout and his eyes now as red and hot as Spawn’s are. The eyes of an alien big cat feeding of the plains of some foreign world. A giant predator out of your nightmares and into the real world.

“So you boys wanna play?” A voice echoes through your head.

>A.) Rush the thing with Spawn and pummel the thing.

>B.) Ask Spawn to chain the thing up, while you wail on it’s body

>C.) Weigh the thing down and have Spawn to go to work with his guns.

>D.) Toss him away with your gravity powers

>>1802779
>>D.) Toss him away with your gravity powers
Then get Spawn to shred his ass.

>>1802780
Also, fuck this is gonna be rough. Hope the other Titans ate their Wheaties.

>>1802779
>>D.) Toss him away with your gravity powers
>E. GET IN THE AIR AND PRAY HE CANNOT FLY

>>1802779
>>C.) Weigh the thing down and have Spawn to go to work with his guns

and this is why we called the JL

>>1802782
A lot of you Anons haven't read Spawn huh? Get ready for a ride haha.

>>1802779
>C

>>1802779
>C.) Weigh the thing down and have Spawn to go to work with his guns.

>>1802787
>A lot of you Anons haven't read Spawn huh? Get ready for a ride haha.

I know he can fly, but if Adam can't see wings....

>>1802779
>>C.) Weigh the thing down and have Spawn to go to work with his guns.

>>1802791
Violator can do a lot OOC. There's a reason he's one of the main villains for so long.

>>1802794
Yeah I figured, Still trying not to metagame.

We're a budget superman so we are SLIGHTLY less fucked than we could be. Slightly.

>>1802794
Personally if I saw some 5 foot 300 pound demon clown turn into a chupacabra demon freakshow, I'd keep it at a distance for a minute. Try and plan.

>>1802790
>>1802792
>>1802783
ROLL 1d100+5

Rolled 60 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>1802817

Rolled 15 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>1802817
GET READY TO GO DOWN CLOWN!

Rolled 64 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>1802817

Rolled 95 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>1802817

Rolling even though I know I'm late.

>>1802824
Motherfucking motherfucker.

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>>1802823
>>1802822
>>1802819
Fail, last post for the night. Good point to end it on

>>1802824
I feel nothing but hate for you right now

>>1802826
Wow, that sucks

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>>1802828
Let's use guns against a fucking Demon guy's!

>>1802833
Honestly though, I'm kinda happy. I read all the Spawn shit as a kid. If the motherfucking Violator went down like a jobber I'd be a bit miffed.

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>>1802828

Well, this will be the second time in a week that Adam is going to be violated.

>>1802838
>If the motherfucking Violator went down like a jobber I'd be a bit miffed.

I kinda know what you mean

I am also glad that we said to call the JL and hope Dick did just that

>>1802835
they are the guns of spawn they damn well can hurt and kill demons

You create a gravity field over the thing, enough to hold down a raging sports car racing down the highway. Hell way more than enough to do so, you’d probably smash it’s axis and send it’s tires rolling down the road in all directions. You can even see the ground buckle and sink underneath the damned thing, grass disappearing and slight piles of dirt underneath the clowns feet replacing it at the sides. Hell you even feel it from where you are, the ground shifting underneath your own feet for a bit.

You’re about to say something but it’s completely uneeded. Spawn immediately pulls his two automatic pistols...out of somewhere through his cape and aims them at Clown cum boogeyman. It only took him a second but you notice him looking down the barrel of both guns and actually aiming at the damn thing. Not a man for spray and pay it seemed, a professional just like he said. Both of nuzzles let loose two continous strings of fire.

Almost all the bullets hit their marks and rip through the damn thing. You know for a fact at least seven hit the damn thing in the head from the bullet holes...that just gush out green blood for a bit before spitting out the bullets and closing.

Laughter echoes out through your head, a low deep laugh that still sounds like it’s from a man who always laughing wholeheartedly.

“Okay, my turn.” The Clown screams before firing a stream of green lighting from it’s eyes that send you and Spawn flying back and through a wall from far in back of you. It happens in a spilt second as the remains of it fall and through your head, like a looney tunes cartoon with out the comedy hiding the results. Pain thunders through your head.

And judging by the sound of laughter in your mind and foot steps in your ears it was only going to continue

>End

>>1802868
I'm actually surprised anons didn't say nothing when the Violator said stuff about Trigon and Satan being working together. Wonder when Raven will introduce us to her dad.

>>1802860
But not this Demon. Literally the only way he can die is either am Demon, or Angel, more powerful than him takes his head. His whole purpose is the beat the fuck out of Hellspawn until they do what needs to be done. Clown/Violator last so long in the comics for a damn good reason. Still, in character, a suddenly transformed demon is coming at ya and you choose to put faith in guns?

>>1802901
I think he was saying Satan is Trigon, actually.

>>1802922
Well sheet.

>>1802922
Really? I read it the way the anon you responded to did.

>>1802953
>Don’t think Satan or Trigon as he calls him would send a fat dwarf for that though
I think there was a comma or two missing.

>>1802829

Shouldn't have picked a fight with Violator, then. ;^)

As someone who mostly knows Spawn as an amnesiac sadsack brooding in an alley and being jerked around in a half-dozen directions by other people, it's kinda weird to see Al with his head on straight so soon after entering the continuity.

Or, at least, with a clear notion of who screwed him and why.

You feel your body being hoisted up even before you see it, all the dust and fine crushed concrete covering your eyes and face like expensive facial. The Clown’s form was even more horrible close up, it’s face looking like a crossbreed between a rottweilers and a vipers, given it’s elongated powerful jaw. Each pimple and rash of acne was now a row of bones and horns, looking almost ceremonial. You take it all in because for a brief second it felt like it was going to be the last thing you’d ever see, with the Clowns claws feeling like a vice around your head. But then a flash of bright green slamming on the things back.

Both you and Clown turn to face the tall, statuesque fiery alien behind you. Maybe it’s all the blood rushing to your head but she kinda look even sexier with her hair on fire and eyes glowing like an inferno in a chemistry lab. Or maybe even more so, because with Beast Boy and M’ggan at her side you think your odds just shot up a lot more.

“Been awhile since I wiped out a whole busload of you nutjobs, this will be fun.” The demon clown giggled in your mind, as it turned to face them.

>A.) Hold it down with Spawn, while the three of them blasted it.

>B.) Combine your gravity powers and fist into a powerful blow while it’s distracted (2)
>C.) Use your fake out on the Clown and knock him into M’ggan into something that can constrict him while Starfire continues to unload on him

>D.) Use your fake out on him to knock him to Beast Boy, and play hot potato with him, with Spawn, Starfire, you, and Beast Boy

>>1810464
>B

>>1810464
>B

Yay for Brute force!

>>1810473
>>1810523
ROLL 1d100+5

>>1810464
>>A.) Hold it down with Spawn, while the three of them blasted it.

>>1810464

Get back on Discord.

Rolled 83 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>1810561

Rolling

Rolled 33 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>1810561

Discord Invite: https://discord.gg/sEpJr2

Rolled 89 (1d100)

>>1810561

>>1810618
>>1810599
was 85, pass

>>1810690

What was 85, Man? ;^)

You decide with the demon distracted that you would try one of your new tricks. You focus your mind on your hand and begin shaping and shifting the sphere, creating a stable gravity field on your right fist. As the clown starts to slowly lumber towards Starfire and the rest of the Titans she had gathered, you get back up to your knees and reach up the demon’s shoulder and tap his shoulder. The Clown turns around, the ever present laughter in your head growing softer. It’s burning coals that it used for eyes going slack as they expressed surprise. You smile and hurl your fist at it, landing a powerful blow in it’s own right on it’s jaw. With the gravity though, it’s home run.

The clown weighs way more than a compact than a car in this form, so he only goes flying about ten feet into the air. Of course that’s enough to send it flying through the floor above it, and send it raining down on all of it. You fall to your knees as a chunk of whatever slams on your head but your mostly unharmed. All that matters is that the demon is buried in a pile of about about three feet or four of rubble.

Which promptly shakes and skates across the main room. The clown gets up, laughter resuming to boom in your head. But it’s angrier you notice and in much less confident.

>A.) Hold it down with Spawn, while the three of them blasted it.

>B.) Combine your gravity powers and fist into a powerful blow while it’s still weak on it’s knees (1)

>C.) Use your fake out on the Clown and knock him into M’ggan into something that can constrict him while Starfire continues to unload on him

>D.) Use your fake out on him to knock him to Beast Boy, and play hot potato with him, with Spawn, Starfire, you, and Beast Boy

>E.) Create a gravity field to weigh it down, and let Spawn and Starfire use their plasma attack on it

>F.) Write in

>>1810839
>>A.) Hold it down with Spawn, while the three of them blasted it.

>>1810839
>E

>>1810839
>A.) Hold it down with Spawn, while the three of them blasted it.

Not too sure which option is actually more unlikely to actually succeed.

>>1810839
>>E.) Create a gravity field to weigh it down, and let Spawn and Starfire use their plasma attack on it

>>1810839
>E.) Create a gravity field to weigh it down, and let Spawn adn Starfire use their plasma attack on it.

>>1810919
>>1810903
>>1810856
ROLL 1d100

Rolled 53 (1d100)

>>1810929

Rolled 72 (1d100)

>>1810929

Rolled 45 (1d100)

>>1810929
I got this

Rolled 58 (1d100)

>>1810929

>>1810937
Pass, by 2

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You reach out with your mind again and form a gravity field around the Clown, putting enough weight behind to stop a semi in it’s tracks, hoping for a better result this time. You form a sphere just a little larger than the thing, hoping to really focus the pressure on it, not needing to hold it for too long, just to create an opportunity.

You luck out. With the demon just off his it’s back and knees, it’s balance and center of gravity is just too off for it, your field almost sending it crashing down and the whack of it’s knees on the floor no different than pins going down after a strike. You think those shins of his maybe even cracked but even that doesn’t concern you. What concerns you is that he isn’t down entirely, in just face kneeling, and could get back up if it wanted to. Your window was still there but it was shorter than you had already allocated. They had to move fast.
“Al..NOW” You yell, each of them getting into position beautifully, even if one of them had never worked with you before. Maybe it was the army training?

The two of them just threw everything they had at it, both spewing scotching green flames from their hands. Well something hotter than fire anyway, you felt fire before what they were both dishing out was worse. It was funny too because both were so alike in appearance but seemed utterly different something. Starfire’s blast was graceful and had an aura of a dangerous beauty, just like her. Al’s….made the hairs on your neck stand up. Make you felt like you rode a dozen roller coasters in the middle of a blizzard, while heading into a furnace.

The demon withstands the blow a bit, before falling face first back into the floor, until all three of you have no choice but to stop, all of you giving out to gather your breath and not just collpase to the floor from the strain. Which is when the Clown gets back up.

“Using plasma on me? A DEMON BORN IN THE FIRES OF HELL. NOT SMART.” The demon thinks into your head, as it burrows towards you like a bull. “Though I gotta admit, it stung a bit, hahahahahah”

>A.) Create a force field and take a stance as you meet it dead on, and then slam it to the ground.

>B.) Wait until the last second, than dodge and create a gravity field to send it flying through the next two walls.

>C.) Fly towards it and meet it in a tackle

>D.) Have M’ggan and Spawn try to chain it and slow it down, and unleash powerful punches and kicks to the demon’s weakened legs.

>E.) Write in

>>1811140
>B.) Wait until the last second, than dodge and create a gravity field to send it flying through the next two walls.

>>1811140
>B

>>1811140
>A.) Create a force field and take a stance as you meet it dead on, and then slam it to the ground.

>>1811140
I have no clue if Violator can actually conjure fire, but my gut says to keep the Martian away from the telepathic demon.

>A.) Create a force field and take a stance as you meet it dead on, and then slam it to the ground.

Hell has nothing on Suplex City

>>1811161
Fuck, meant to post
>B.) Wait until the last second, than dodge and create a gravity field to send it flying through the next two walls.

>>1811140
>B

>>1811155
>>1811160
>>1811167
>>1811173
ROLL 1d100

Rolled 100 (1d100)

>>1811217

Rolling

Rolled 70 (1d100)

>>1811217

Rolled 99 (1d100)

>>1811217
I got this

>>1811221
>>1811223
lmao it was a 90 to pass this, it was the hardest to pull off.

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>>1811229
I am the fucking strong

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>>1811235

WE'RE STRONG.

>>1811221
Well guess the dice gods still love Adam.

You stand there and wait for the thing. For a moment, however brief, you think that it was a mistake. You’re pretty fast, you’re no Flash you can’t outright sunlight, but you can keep up with the average speeding car with ease. Whatever the Clown is, he’s both big and fast, as he leaps towards you like a leopard that’s just gotten the drop on it’s drop you don’t see him as much as a blur that looks like him. In a contest of pure speed you’d lose. You don’t need to do that, this is a test of agility, blur or not, as long as you see were he’s coming a well times step is all that’s needed to avoid him.

You want to do more than avoid though. You focus your mind and begin mending the air around you quickly but efficiently. If normal people could see it, they’d never call the shape you created the gravity field in pretty. But it looked like it could get the job done. Of course you didn’t activate it yet, that’d defeat the purpose of this.

But when he gets a couple of inches in front of you, you take that single long step to the left, and move yourself centimeters out of his reach and letting leap right into that gravity field you made for him. You twist that invisible appendage in your mind and watching as the Clown is fired out of it like a bullet and through every single wall in front of him. Each crash of the walls rocks the floor enough that you are almost surfing on carpet and debris but it’s comforting watching that thing roll on the ground and smash through everything in front of it. It even leads a little green trail in back of it as it goes. Nasty.

You watch it comes to a stop. For a second you think this stop is permanent but the damn thing finds it’s knees and gets up. But it’s shaking now, it wobbling back to you like a drunk about to fail a sobriety test. A fire roars in your belly. It’s weak, you landed one hell of a punch and after this it might be lights out for the damned thing.

>A.) Fly towards it in a tackle, after creating a gravity field weighing it down, and pound it’s head in while it’s down

>B.) Blast it with everyone

>C.) Turn it weightless and than make it super heavy

>D.) Welcome to Suplex City bitch

>>1811323
>B.) Blast it with everyone

>>1811323
>>B.) Blast it with everyone

>>1811323
>B.) Blast it with everyone

>>1811323
>B

>>1811323
>B.) Blast it with everyone
CONCENTRATE OUR FIRE

>>1811323
As much as id like to give this guy a tour of suplex city I gotta go
>B

>>1811333
>>1811341
>>1811345
>>1811349
>>1811357
roll 1d100
>>1811387

Rolled 79 (1d100)

>>1811400

Rolled 34 (1d100)

>>1811400

Rolled 64 (1d100)

>>1811400
Surely my luck still is still active

Rolled 82 (1d100)

>>1811400

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>>1811408
>>1811413
>>1811414
FAIL BY 6

>>1811426
At least we can't say Violator was jobbing. I like the way this fight is going.

Spawn, Beast Boy, M’ggan, and Starfire all walk over to your side, each one of them getting the cue with words or even thoughts having to be exchanged. It was a perfect opportunity and any experienced fighter or hero could really see that. Green flames ignite on both Starfire’s and Al’s hands, conflicting subtly with the very blunt and obvious feeling you had looking at them. Gar himself shifted into the shape of a dragon, his nostrils, emitting a powerful thick black smoke that almost made you want to hack your lungs you. M’ggan herself just there, a couple of veins popping in her head as she eyes shone out a bright deep emerald color . You yourself reached out in front of you, crafting yet another gravity field in front of you, trying your best to make it one of the powerful you’ve ever created and send the pest flying.

The demon turns, his eyes a beacon of hate and infernal fire. Much like Starfire and Spawn a green lame lit and burst forward from his mouth like the breath of a dragon. Everything inginite under it, the grass, the trees, and even the rocks by him. All your combined forced weren’t enough to stand against it, being swept away like shards of glass against a broom. The blast rammed into all of you, sending you all flying into different directions hard. You see Starfire and Al crushing through wall on other sides of the tower but are too preoccupied with your own predicament to notice what happens to Gar and M’ggan. You rocket through floor, after floor, after floor, until you reach the study and two book cases fall on top of you and spill their contents across the room and down the hole you just created.

Coarse, weak, but ever present laughter filled your head again as the Clown climbed out of the pit in the center of the study, it’s eyes trained on you. Peepholes into an endless abyss of fire and rage behind them. You manage somehow to make it to your feet by the time he pulls himself up, you notcing him wobble.

>A.) Welcome to Suplex City bitch.

>B.) Wear him down, he’s almost done for. Pepper him with weak punches until he falters again and leaves an opening.

>C.) Combine a gravity field on your fist, for a final powerful blow against him (1)

>D.) Sending him crashing down with a gravity field

>E.) Launch yourself against him and through more walls, and then pound him when he’s down

>F.) Write in

>>1811579
>E.) Launch yourself against him and through more walls, and then pound him when he’s down

Flying smash! Property damage, ho!

>>1811579
>E

>>1811579
>>A.) Welcome to Suplex City bitch.
Combine with our last gravity meld thing somehow.

>>1811579
>A.) Welcome to Suplex City bitch.
Population: (You)

>>1811589
>>1811594
ROLL 1d100 +5

Rolled 93 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>1811641

Rolled 17 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>1811641

Rolled 90 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>1811641

Rolled 36 (1d100)

>>1811649
SUPLEX CITY BITCH!
>>1811641

>>1811702
Pass, DC was 90 thanks to what otherwise would have been a good roll

Can we take a detour through suplex city on our way through the walls?

>>1811714
Sure, you earned it. This was the last roll needed to whoop him

>>1811722
This guys gonna hold a grudge isnt he...?

>>1811739
He's a clown.

That goes without saying.

>>1811739
Nah he's just raven's dad secobd in command. If anything once he start saying to Trigon how his daugthers boyfriend wooped his ass Trigon will try to recruit us to his side.

>>1811739
You're a human. An inferior lifeform. You just kicked his ass, guess

>>1811755
We just went from having Slade as a enemy to have the MOTHER FUCKING VIOLATOR as a enemy.

>>1811779
In the interest of fairness, Violator was basically already our enemy. Invasions from hell typically aren't very discriminant.

Also, I wouldn't ignore Deathstroke yet. If Spawn was supposed to toe-tag him, Trigon might have plans for him too.

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>>1811814
>mfw Trigon sends Ravager after us as his next hellspawn

>>1811825
Wonder what Slade will think about it.Besides better have hellspawn Ravager coming against us then hellspawn Slade.

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You literally rocket towards him, sweat and blood becoming your own exhaust trail as you head towards his lower chest. As long the Clown’s damned arms are, he’s just too worn down and big to effectively cover himself up and protect himself from the blow or ready his body for the sudden force of impact. And he moves fast too, once again blurring before your eyes. you just move a little faster. His eyes going wide and slack with the blow however. He’s might be king shit of helltown, but he was in your town now.

The Clown is off his feet for a second when his giant rail thin body rams through a book case and a wall, cushioning and protecting you from it as you rush forward with him like a plow, rolling up tiles from the floor straight into his forehead and gaping mouth quick and hard. You even notice one tile cracking one of his larger fangs as it races towards it clinking on it hard. He gets his bearings and tries briefly to push you away with his feet, but all he manages to do is wind up his knees before he goes through a second and then third wall in quick succession. His eyes and legs go slack allowing you to continue on unimpeded as you barrow through even more walls and rip up more floors along the way.

You stop once you’ve made your way through one side of the t shape to the other, smiling as you look down at the demon clown now mostly unresponsive body, once a sickly whitish gray monster that just looked like a pile of horns and blades, now a mess of swollen bruises that balloned up his face to his former forms round proportions and slashes up and down it’s body changing his color to a puke shaded green. Of course you’re not done yet, you just hoist him on his feet and flip him around so his back faces yours.

“Welcome to Suplex City Bitch” You scream, slamming him down hard through the floor beneath you, dropping down with him as it collapses. You know you’ll survive but for a brief momnet you think you’re in for a world of hurt. A dark sphere blocks your fall, cushioning you as you land on floor without an audible bang.

“You know you tell me to lay down and then you almost bury me in your ceiling, I’m getting the feeling between this and our date, you’re a terrible source of advice.” Raven says sardonically, eyeing you and not bothering to look at the demon laying across her bedroom floor.

>A.) Sorry

>B.) Can you trap the damned thing in a force field or something

>C.) When you look as good as me you don’t have to think

>D.) Are you alright?

>E.) Write in

>>1811842
Could you imagine the trouble a hellspawn Joker and Violator would cause?

>>1811851
>A
>D
>B

>>1811851
>A.) Sorry
>B.) Can you trap the damned thing in a force field or something
>C.) When you look as good as me you don’t have to think
>D.) Are you alright?

All of them, honestly.

>>1811825
Pft, Ravager doesn't have the chops to make Hellspawn.

Violator, however, apparently knows necromancy. We may yet be haunted by our mistakes.

>>1811851
>A
>D
If she is wearing what is in the pic
>E "nice clothes"

>>1811851
Oh no, sass, our one weakness.

>B.) Can you trap the damned thing in a force field or something

>>1811851
>A.) Sorry
>D.) Are you alright?
>B.) Can you trap the damned thing in a force field or something

>>1811851
>>A.) Sorry
>>B.) Can you trap the damned thing in a force field or something

>>1811854
>hellspawn Joker

My god...

“Sorry, are you alright” You ask, panting a bit in between word.

“Of course idiot, I should be asking you that. You’re currently bleeding over my room, lay down and put some pressure on those wounds before you die in it.” Raven says, throwing you the towel off her head, her voice annoyed but her eyes showing a little irrational concern. She knew better than to that any of those wounds were near fatal but…

You grab the blanket and wrap tight across your stomach and chest were you take the blunt of his claws and hellfire. Hellfire...Jesus, maybe was time you found relgion. You just found out the devil was real was after. The blood continues flowing out for a few moments but soon it just becomes a drain red hue stain on the front and back of her light blue blanket. Well that solved one problem. You slink to your knees and rest your self on the side of the mattress you lean on. That solved another.

“Can you create a force field on that damned thing? We got something else to send to the watchtower.” You say, stilling panting a bit.

Raven nods and with a snap of her fingers a black flickering dome that stretches across half her room encompasses the Clown. Everything inside it becomes monotone for a bit, which frankly make an already weird situation surreal now. When the clown gets up, it looks like something from a B movie on the television then something happening in real life. And then snap the color’s back.

The clown demon form begins to change drastically. His body shrinks more and more, excess height folding and clumping together like clay to form his robust frame and keg belly. As it folds and spins together it begins to discolor and taking on a human pink hue, before the remaining excess skin draps around him and shifts and stitches itself across his body to become his new brown ratty clothes and trench coat. The only remaining color form from his true form is now that damned pattern you confused for face point and those eyes that offered a glimpse into what you could probably guess is hell. While hot anger is on his face, what surprises you is that genuine humor comes back into it as he glances at Raven. A nasty trademark smile returns to it shortly afterwords.

“Oh boy, here I thought this entire day was just one turns ready to be flushed downed the crapper. Man you’ve grown….nice ripe and tasty.” The clown says with a high pitched nasty wet laugh. “Nice outfit.”

>A.) What the hell are you talking about? You know Raven?

>B.) What do you want with Spawn?

>C.) Want to continue harassing her? Either one of us could ring your bell again.

>D.) What’s your deal, fell into a vat of chemicals? You really a demon?

>>1812027
>A.) What the hell are you talking about? You know Raven?
>B.) What do you want with Spawn?

>>1812027
>A
>B

>>1812027
>>D.) What’s your deal, fell into a vat of chemicals? You really a demon?

>>1812027
>A
>B

>>1812027
>>B.) What do you want with Spawn?

>>1812027
>>C.) Want to continue harassing her? Either one of us could ring your bell again.

>>1812027
>A
>B
>D

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“What do you want with Al?” You ask the clown, as he spits out a big glob of blood onto Raven’s carpet, ignoring his taunts.

“Al? You mean Spawn? Yeah that’s pretty fucking obvious boy. I want him to his head back in the game, get his ass in gear, and get with the program. Normally hellspawn are allowed and even encouraged to dick around but big things are happening. It takes a lot of planning and work to get ready for the End of the World bash, but we all gotta do what we gotta do. Him wanting to relive the glory days of being one of the dickheads in green and do it right ain’t going to fly. Trigon’s got plans for him.” The Clown says laughing harder, as shock appears on Raven’s face briefly at the mention of Trigon’s name.

‘How do you know Raven?” You ask only to hear his laughter.

“I work for her Daddy, fuck I was there when she was conceived and when she was born. You could call me her Godfather.” The clown says with a laugh.

“That’s a lie, just the effect of trauma and drugs had on my mother’s mind...” Raven starts, voice in a panic.

“See that’s were you are wrong, you see Raven dear, I was sent back to Earth for two reasons...to guide the Spawns to fulfill their role as Trigon’s generals and spies to the coming invasion...and tell your Dad wants to reconnect” The clown says, laughing hysterically, his laugh leaving a nasty feeling in your ear. Not just because of his voice, but because you could tell he wasn’t lying.

>End

>>1812206

Thanks for running!

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>>1812206
Thanks for running, ManThor! Good times. End times.

>>1812206
thanks for running! enjoyable as always.

I was thinking is Raven a high enough on the demon ladder to murder the violator and have it stick or am I being to hopeful

Next thread when?