Issue #1: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2024/5840756/

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You recognize you made a mistake with Debbie, your first pet, treating her as though she was your equal—a regrettable trait in a pet. With Dupli-Kate, you ensure not to replicate that mistake. You adopt a commanding stance, dominating her sexually, and guiding her towards willing subservience.
"Your kind exists only to serve mine, little bug," You engage in maledom and raceplay with her. "Yes, daddy," Kate sees it as an older white male—younger Asian female roleplay, when in reality, you see all humans as inferior insects that should feel honored to be crushed under your Viltrumite boot.

>>How do you proceed?
>With The Immortal and Red Rush eliminated, you propose joining the Guardians of the Globe, citing a desire to assist. Your actual motive, however, is to dismantle the group from the inside.
>You advise Donald about a supposed collaboration between the Russians and extraterrestrial entities aimed at America's downfall, suggesting that Martian Man is a part of this treacherous alliance and must be dealt with.
>You inform Donald of an alleged conspiracy involving the Russians and alien forces targeting America, indicating that Aquarus is complicit in this scheme and needs to be neutralized.
>You murder Darkwing and plant evidence it was the Russians.
>You kill Robot, disgusted by his deformed, inferior real body.

>>5911933
>You kill Robot, disgusted by his deformed, inferior real body.
Robot should not start scaling.

>>5911933
>You murder Darkwing and plant evidence it was the Russians.

WE'RE BACK, BABY!

>>5911933
>You murder Darkwing and plant evidence it was the Russians.

Update once per day

>>5911933
>>You kill Robot, disgusted by his deformed, inferior real body.

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You've significantly weakened the Guardians of the Globe by removing The Immortal and Red Rush from the equation, rendering them much less of a threat to your plans.
Had Cecil Stedman survived, he might have penetrated the veil of your deceit and mobilized all resources at his disposal to recruit alternatives for The Immortal and Red Rush, fortifying Earth's defenses against invaders like yourself. However, with Cecil also out of the picture, you've effectively neutralized Earth's best chance at organizing an effective resistance.
Now, Donald Ferguson, once Cecil's aide, has assumed leadership, but he lacks the sharpness and insight of his predecessor. He places his trust in you, misguidedly focusing his suspicions on Russia, thereby sowing further division and vulnerability among the humans—precisely as you intended.
You acknowledge the humans' inferiority as an incontrovertible truth, yet you remain vigilant not to underestimate them. The absence of The Immortal and Red Rush means new guardians will inevitably rise to claim their mantle.
Your attention returns to the Teen Team, under the guise of monitoring your son, Mark, who has grown increasingly integrated with their ranks. However, your actual motive lies in manipulating Dupli-Kate, using your superior speed to covertly replace her birth control pills with ineffective pills, all while keeping a close watch on the team's more formidable elements.
Robot, in particular, draws your scrutiny—a repugnant, malformed human masquerading as an AI due to his physical deformities.
His very existence offends you. On Viltrum, a being as defective as Robot would never have been allowed to live, for your culture does not tolerate such weakness.
You feel compelled to rectify this aberration, to enforce the harsh yet efficient laws of natural selection as practiced on Viltrum, ensuring that only the strongest, most perfect specimens are allowed to thrive.

>>How do you proceed?
>You kill Robot, disgusted by his deformed, inferior real body.
>You instead murder Darkwing and plant evidence it was the Russians.

>>5913215
>You kill Robot, disgusted by his deformed, inferior real body.

>>5913215
>>You kill Robot, disgusted by his deformed, inferior real body.

>>5913215
>You kill Robot, disgusted by his deformed, inferior real body.

>>5913215
>>5913242
Changing to
>You instead murder Darkwing and plant evidence it was the Russians.

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Your decision is cold, calculated. You resolve to confront Robot's real body —a grotesque, deformed human concealed behind a facade of artificial intelligence. The thought of such weakness existing, let alone leading a team of heroes, gnaws at your ideals. In Viltrum, imperfection is purged, ensuring the strength and purity of your race. Robot's existence, an insult to this principle, marks him for termination in your eyes.
Determined, you embark on a meticulous hunt to uncover the location of Robot's true body. Your search is methodical, leveraging your superior intellect and abilities, piecing together clues hidden in plain sight and in the shadows of the Teen Team's headquarters.
Finally, you discover his whereabouts—a heavily guarded facility, bristling with technology designed to keep prying eyes and potential threats at bay. To anyone else, this fortress would pose a significant challenge. To you, it's merely a minor inconvenience.
Under the cloak of night, you infiltrate the facility with ease, your movements a blur to any surveillance. You navigate through corridors, bypassing security measures as if they were mere child's play, until you find him—Robot's true form, frail and vulnerable, encased in a life-support tank that hums quietly in the sterile room.Tubes and wires sustain his life, a life that has been prolonged far beyond what nature intended.
Looking upon him, your resolve hardens. This being, this... mistake of nature, this abomination represents everything your people strive to eliminate. It's not just about purging weakness; it's about upholding the principles that have made the Viltrumite Empire indomitable.
Without hesitation, you shatter the containment unit, exposing Robot's feeble body to the harsh reality of his existence. He awakens, eyes wide with terror, fully aware of his imminent demise.
"Why?" he manages to croak, the question hanging between you—a query that, from your perspective, answers itself.
"Your existence is an affront to the natural order, to the Viltrumite way," you declare, your voice devoid of empathy. "You are a blemish on the universe, and I am here to correct that mistake."
With those final words, you proceed to extinguish his life, a task you carry out with clinical precision. His misshapen body offers no resistance, crumbling under your might as easily as his machines gave way before your onslaught.
As you exit the facility, leaving no trace of your presence other than the lifeless form of Robot, you're not burdened by guilt or doubt. Instead, you feel a sense of satisfaction, a step further in your mission to reshape this world and prepare for the grander scheme of conquering the Viltrumite Empire.

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>>How do you proceed?
>You advise Donald about a supposed collaboration between the Russians and extraterrestrial entities aimed at America's downfall, suggesting that Martian Man is a part of this treacherous alliance and must be dealt with.
>You inform Donald of an alleged conspiracy involving the Russians and alien forces targeting America, indicating that Aquarus is complicit in this scheme and needs to be neutralized.
>You murder Darkwing and plant evidence it was the Russians.
>You console your son, Mark, about his friend Robot's death, suggesting the Russians are responsible and need to pay for this.
>You try to convince Mark that Robot's death is a good thing, as such weakness is an affront to the natural order.
>You console Dupli-Kate about her friend Robot's death, adopting the role of a father figure to deepen your influence over her.
>You spend time with Debbie, embodying the role of a devoted husband once again.

>>5914438
>>You spend time with Debbie, embodying the role of a devoted husband once again.
gotta keep our act up.

>>5914471
>+1

>>5914438
>You try to convince Mark that Robot's death is a good thing, as such weakness is an affront to the natural order.

>>5914438
>>You console Dupli-Kate about her friend Robot's death, adopting the role of a father figure to deepen your influence over her.

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After neutralizing Robot, you spend time with Debbie, embodying the role of a devoted husband once again, whisking her away to Paris for a date wrapped in romance. She gazes at you, her eyes alight with love, believing in a shared bond of equality and affection, unaware that to you, she's no more significant than a pet. Yet, you never let the mask slip, playing the role of Nolan Grayson, the loving husband to perfection.
During a moment of quiet contentment, Debbie, her voice laced with a blend of contentment and a hint of sorrow, asks, "Why don't we spend as much time together as we used to, Nolan?"
You craft a lie with ease, blaming your superhero duties, "I'm sorry, with The Immortal and Red Rush gone, my duties as a hero have doubled, demanding more of my time. Even though there's nothing I desire more than to be with you, my love."
Debbie accepts your explanation, her concern for your well-being evident, "Please be cautious, Nolan. The one who targeted The Immortal and Red Rush might target you next."
You assure her with the facade of a self-sacrificing hero and loving partner, "I promise I'll be careful. You have nothing to worry about."
Inwardly, you smirk at the irony, if only Debbie knew of your secret affair with Dupli-Kate. Just yesterday, around this time, you were in bed with three of her clones, using their naked bodies for your pleasure, their fertile wombs as repositories for your sperm. Dupli-Kate was younger and more naive than Debbie, and you were genuinely enjoying grooming her to be your obedient and submissive pet.
Reflecting on your past actions, you lament not having embraced this strategy sooner. Dupli-Kate is just the beginning. You plan to sire more children with Earth women, to raise an army of loyal and formidable heirs to eventually overthrow Thragg and ascend as the undisputed sovereign of the Viltrum Empire. But such grand ambitions are for the future.
For now, the immediate necessity is to uphold your disguise, playing the part of the loving husband to Debbie. Yet, even as you spend time with her, your thoughts wander to potential candidates, pondering who among Earth's populace will be the next to bear your children

>>Who comes to your mind?
>War Woman, with her superhuman strength and her magical mace, intrigues you. An earthling, yet powerful. She's almost worthy, in her own pitiful way.
>Atom Eve, whom Mark is clearly drawn to. His timidity in pursuing her is contemptible. You contemplate the idea of claiming her yourself, demonstrating to Mark the assertiveness of a true Viltrumite.
>Olga, the grieving widow of Red Rush. Seducing her during her vulnerability and siring children from the widow of a man you killed should be amusing.
>Green Ghost, with her ability to phase through matter, offers a unique genetic trait. But first, her husband must die.
>Amber Bennet, by claiming Mark's high school girlfriend for yourself, you can teach him the harsh cost of his weakness.

>>5915461
>No Nikki
>No Monster Girl
>No Shrinking Rae
>No Throwbolt
>No Hail Mary
Come on.

I'm voting Shrinking Rae, a new up-and-comer recommended by Donald to replace Robot.

>>5915476
>>No Monster Girl
We already made Nolan a fascist, a eugenicist and a groomer. Let's not make him a pedo too kek

>>5915485
>pedo
>No Monster Girl
lol Age is just a number with her, boss, though we shouldn't have killed Robot until after he invented the thing.

>>5915485
Man up and give us Nikki https://amazon-invincible.fandom.com/wiki/Nikki
>>5915461
> Write in
> kill martian man and claim Nikki for yourself

>>5915494
LOL
Supporting this. Two birds one stone, amirite?

>>5915461
>Green Ghost, with her ability to phase through matter, offers a unique genetic trait. But first, her husband must die.
bennet is the bait option, although the semi-ntr could lead to something interesting
>>5915476
isn't the 1st one a regular girl ? and the last one is literally a monster kek
>>5915485
she's an adult, but I get you OP

>>5915461
>>Green Ghost, with her ability to phase through matter, offers a unique genetic trait. But first, her husband must die.

>>5915476
+1

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Green Ghost, with her ability to phase through matter, offers a unique genetic trait for your burgeoning army. The combination of her DNA with yours promises children capable of unprecedented stealth and combat efficacy, contributing significantly to your ambitious plans.
You've learned she lives among humans as Alana, an African-American woman distinguished by her chin-length dreadlocks and deep brown eyes. Her spouse, Theo, a human utterly lacking any supernatural abilities or remarkable physical prowess, appears utterly inconsequential to you.
The idea of Alana being bound to such an inferior being is unacceptable. You believe she deserves a mate of Viltrumite descent, someone who can ensure her offspring realize their maximum potential, to bring forth children of superior genes. The idea of removing her husband from the equation and taking Alana to sire half-Viltrumite offspring amuses you, drawing an involuntary smirk across your face.
Caught in this dark reverie, Debbie's voice cuts through, "What are you smiling about?" she inquires with a light, teasing tone.
You mask your thoughts quickly, responding with a fabricated warmth, "Just thinking about how fortunate I am," veiling your true intentions beneath a layer of feigned affection and contentment with your current life.
Upon your return home, you're greeted by the unexpected presence of Damien Darkblood. "Hello, Nolan," the demon detective greets you, his voice carrying the chill of the netherworld he originates from.

>>How do you react?
>You welcome him with feigned enthusiasm.
>You maintain a frosty, unwelcoming demeanor.
>You issue a veiled warning to him.
>You demand that he leave immediately.

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>You maintain a frosty, unwelcoming demeanor.

>>5916879
>You maintain a frosty, unwelcoming demeanor.

>>5916879
>>5916880
>You welcome him with feigned enthusiasm.

>>5916879
>>You maintain a frosty, unwelcoming demeanor.

OP, where are you faggot ?

>>5926503
In jail for nikki smut

>>5926653
what now ? who's nikki ?

>>5927030
See >>5915494

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"What do you want, Damien?" You maintain a frosty, unwelcoming demeanor, as you confront the demon detective.
"The truth, Nolan. And justice," Damien Darkblood responds with an unsettling ease. His presence unnerves you; he's among the rare few who can peer beneath your carefully constructed facade, into the darkness that is your true nature.
If circumstances allowed, you would have eliminated him long ago. Yet, Damien is not a being that can be simply killed—he is a demon, and the most you could do is send him back to the infernal depths from which he came.
A pang of regret hits you; Cecil Stedman, with his vast resources and knowledge, would have known how to deal with such a nuisance. It's fortunate, then, that Damien is not well-regarded or trusted. Should it come down to your word against his, the inhabitants of this planet would undoubtedly side with Omni-Man, the hero, over Damien Darkblood, the demon.
"Goodbye, Nolan," Damien tips his hat, a gesture of departure but loaded with unspoken suspicion. He leaves as quietly as he arrived, leaving a trace of cold air in his wake.
It's evident he harbors suspicions about your involvement in the recent murders, yet without concrete evidence, his hands are tied. This knowledge doesn't bring you relief; instead, it poses the question pf how to proceed.

>>How do you proceed?
>You persuade Donald that Damien Darkblood is collaborating with the Russians, necessitating his immediate banishment to hell.
>You increase your presence around Debbie and Mark, playing the role of the devoted family man to mislead Damien Darkblood.
>Inform Darkwing of your suspicion that Damien Darkblood is responsible for the deaths of the Immortal, Red Rush, and Cecil, seeking his assistance to expel the demon.
>Initiate your conquest of Green Ghost by eliminating her human husband, ensuring no witnesses remain.
>Visit Dupli-Kate to relieve stress through repeated raw, unprotected sex.
>Research ancient texts and artifacts that may contain the knowledge to banish a demon, aligning with mystic allies if necessary.

>>5927928
>Inform Darkwing of your suspicion that Damien Darkblood is responsible for the deaths of the Immortal, Red Rush, and Cecil, seeking his assistance to expel the demon.

>>5927928
>Research ancient texts and artifacts that may contain the knowledge to banish a demon, aligning with mystic allies if necessary.

>>5927928
>>Inform Darkwing of your suspicion that Damien Darkblood is responsible for the deaths of the Immortal, Red Rush, and Cecil, seeking his assistance to expel the demon.

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With Cecil no longer among the living, you turn to the next most intelligent human you're acquainted with - Darkwing, informing him of your suspicion that Damien Darkblood is responsible for the deaths of the Immortal, Red Rush, and Cecil, seeking his assistance to expel the demon.
Darkwing, a Guardian of the Globe, and someone whose life you've saved on numerous occasions, is close enough to be considered family, having even attended your son Mark's 12th birthday party. Convincing him you are the hero, and the demon is the villain should be easy.
With the ease of a seasoned deceiver, you weave your narrative, "I've been doing some digging, and it's led me to believe that Damien Darkblood is not who we think he is. He's been acting under the radar, pretending to be a hero, our friend and ally, while manipulating events from the shadows," you start, watching Darkwing's reaction closely.
Darkwing, always analytical, crosses his arms, a crease forming between his brows as he digests your allegations. The possibility of a traitor within their midst is alarming, but your reputation and the gravity with which you present your case compel him to consider your words seriously.
"But why would Damien do such a thing? What does he have to gain?" Darkwing questions, his voice laced with disbelief yet open to persuasion. It's a reasonable question, one that you anticipated.

>>How do you answer?
>Damien thrives in chaos. It's his nature, being from the netherworld. He seeks to destabilize our world, to weaken it for whatever dark purposes he serves. By removing the strongest among us, he's making Earth vulnerable to threats we can't even begin to imagine.
>Damien has always operated in the shadows, his methods and motives obscured even to us. Think about it, he has access, the ability to move undetected, and a vendetta against what he perceives as the unjust authority of heroes. It's not just the Immortal. Cecil's death and Red Rush's demise fit the pattern.
> I suspect that he's collaborating with the Russians, he is red not just in skin color but also in ideology, a communist who despises our freedoms and societal structure.
>I'm convinced he's an advance agent for a demonic invasion, scheming right under our nose. It's entirely plausible he plans to sire offspring with humans, amassing a hybrid army for his future conquests.
>Perhaps he's collecting souls or life energy to increase his power or fulfill some arcane ritual that requires the death of Earth's mightiest heroes.
>It's possible he believes in a twisted form of justice, seeing the eradication of heroes as a way to balance cosmic scales, misguided by his habit of seeing everything in black and white.

>>5928226
>>Damien has always operated in the shadows, his methods and motives obscured even to us. Think about it, he has access, the ability to move undetected, and a vendetta against what he perceives as the unjust authority of heroes. It's not just the Immortal. Cecil's death and Red Rush's demise fit the pattern.

>>5928226
>Damien has always operated in the shadows, his methods and motives obscured even to us. Think about it, he has access, the ability to move undetected, and a vendetta against what he perceives as the unjust authority of heroes. It's not just the Immortal. Cecil's death and Red Rush's demise fit the pattern.

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You explain, "Damien thrives in chaos. It's his nature, being from the netherworld. He seeks to destabilize our world, to weaken it for whatever dark purposes he serves. By removing the strongest among us, he's making Earth vulnerable to threats we can't even begin to imagine."
Darkwing, swayed by your argument, suggests, "We need to inform the others—"
You cut him off firmly, "No. Revealing that one amongst us, whom we've embraced as a hero, is, in fact, a betrayer and a killer, would only sow fear and division. In such critical times, we must stand united, placing unwavering trust in our comrades."
Darkwing concedes, perhaps recalling the numerous times you have saved his life or the personal moments shared during visits to your home, where he met your family. "Alright, Nolan. I trust your judgment."
You respond with feigned humility, "I appreciate your trust, Darkwing." Internally, you laugh at his stupidity, amused by the notion of an ant placing faith in the boot that will crush him. "Our next step is to piece together the grimoire required to banish Darkblood back to the depths from which he emerged."
Together, you and Darkwing meticulously reconstruct the ancient grimoire that Damien Darkblood had destroyed centuries ago. Once the tome is whole again, you have Darkwing extend an invitation to the demon, drawing him into a trap under the pretense of exchanging crucial intelligence.
The moment Damien Darkblood steps into the trap, his realization dawns too late. "You fool!" he bellows, the outrage clear in his voice, "He isn't—"
But before Damien can reveil your true nature to Darkwing, the ritual is complete, and the demon detective finds himself forcefully returned to the infernal realms from whence he came.
Observing the banishment, your lips curl into a derisive smirk, basking in the triumph of your deception. Once more, you have outmaneuvered your adversary, cementing your position on this planet and furthering your grand scheme of dominion.

>>How do you proceed?
>With no more use for Darkwing, you decide his existence is now a liability, violently eliminating him from the equation.
>You initiate your conquest of Green Ghost by eliminating her human husband, ensuring no witnesses remain.
>Utilizing your super speed, you discreetly put roofies in Green Ghost's drink, subsequently using your super speed to transport her to a concealed location while she is unconscious.
>You regularly visit Dupli-Kate, grooming her towards complete subservience.
>You increase your presence around Debbie and Mark, playing the role of the devoted family man to mislead suspicion.
>You start planting seeds of doubt among the remaining heroes, subtly turning them against each other to weaken any unified resistance against you.

>>5931783
>>You initiate your conquest of Green Ghost by eliminating her human husband, ensuring no witnesses remain.

>>5931783
>With no more use for Darkwing, you decide his existence is now a liability, violently eliminating him from the equation.
then
>You initiate your conquest of Green Ghost by eliminating her human husband, ensuring no witnesses remain.

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+1

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"We did it, Nolan—" Darkwing begins, relief washing over his features as Damien Darkblood vanishes into the abyss, but he never gets to finish. In an instant, you grasp his leg, hoisting him into the air before slamming him down with fatal force, his fragile human skull collapsing from the impact.
"Regrettably, you've outlived your usefulness," you declare emotionlessly to his lifeless body. With no more use for Darkwing, you decided his existence is now a liability, violently eliminating him from the equation, leaving no trace of your involvement in his demise.
As you stand in the silence of Darkwing's lair, you murmur to yourself, "Three down, four to go." The mightiest of the guardians of the globle—the Immortal, the swiftest—Red Rush, and now the most intelligent—Darkwing, all neutralized by your hand. With Cecil Stedman gone and the far less capable Donald Ferguson in his stead, and Damien Darkblood, the one entity that could have exposed your true intentions, also dispatched, your plan is progressing smoothly.
A smile creeps across your face as you consider the remaining guardians. Aquarus and Martian Man pose little threat to you, their weaknesses glaringly apparent. You contemplate exploiting their exotic origins to manipulate the humans, fabricating threats of imminent invasions from Atlantis or Mars to solidify your status as humanity's only trustworthy guardian.
However, the female members of the Guardians present a different opportunity—not as targets to be eliminated but as a means to an end. Warrior Woman could bear you formidable sons, while Green Ghost's offspring could inherit a blend of your strength and her stealth.

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You set your sights on Green Ghost, deciding that the first step in your plan involves removing her human husband, Theo, from the picture, making sure there are no witnesses to what you're about to do.
With your abilities to fly and move at superhuman speeds, you discreetly observe their lives. Alana and Theo have managed to keep their relationship hidden from the public eye, yet the depth of their affection is unmistakable. Their love, pure and unpretentious, elicits a dark amusement from you.
You witness their moments of joy—shared laughter, casual evenings spent in front of the television, tender kisses, and intimate outings. They lead a simple, content life, a bond of true affection and love.
Such a display only fuels your disdain. A mere human like Theo is unworthy of sharing Alana's bed or the honor of fathering her children. Her future children should be fathered by someone of your stature, someone with the power to shape worlds.
"I love you, honey, see you later," Alana's voice, filled with affection, marks their final farewell one morning as she departs for her job as a photographer. Unbeknownst to her, it's the last time she will ever see Theo alive.
Hiding in the darkness, you watch with a malevolent smile. With Theo now alone, nothing stands in your way. He is but a bug ready to be squashed beneath your boot.
"Omniman? What are you—" Theo's words catch in his throat as you materialize before him, his face a mix of confusion and fear.

>>What do you do?
>Without uttering a single word, you end his life, believing an ant merits no explanation from the boot.
>You deride him as weak and insignificant, and offer a cold, calculated explanation of natural selection, positioning his death as an inevitable culling before you proceed.
>You force him to write a suicide note, masking his impending death as a choice of his own.
>You coerce him into drafting a farewell letter to Alana, claiming he is leaving her for another, fabricating an infidelity, before executing him.
>You manipulate him into believing his death will protect Alana from greater dangers, using his love for her against him.
>You use your powers to make his death seem like the work of a common criminal, ensuring the investigation leads away from you.
>You ensure his last moments are filled with terror and agony, as you cruelly boast of your plans for Alana, ensuring his end is excruciating.

>>5933545
>>You manipulate him into believing his death will protect Alana from greater dangers, using his love for her against him.
truly evil

>>5933545
>>You manipulate him into believing his death will protect Alana from greater dangers, using his love for her against him.
Lets have him do something for us that will advance our goals while he dies at the same time. Maybe die in a way that will make the martians look suspicious but we tell him its a different alien threat.

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You decide to manipulate him into believing his death will protect Alana from greater dangers, using his love for her against him.
"Theo, we're almost out of time," you begin, your voice steeped in feigned urgency, "Green Ghost—Alana—faces imminent danger. You're the only one that can save her."
Initially caught off guard, Theo's confusion quickly morphs into resolve, his willingness to do anything for Alana's well-being evident. "What do I need to do, Omni-Man?" he asks, his readiness to confront any danger for her sake clear in his eyes. "How can I help?"
The irony of the situation almost overwhelms you, his naivety so profound it's almost comical—a mere insect offering to help someone like you. Yet, you keep a straight face, suppressing the laughter that threatens to bubble up. "There's a looming threat—an extraterrestrial conspiracy targeting Earth's guardians. The Immortal, Red Rush, Darkwing... they were merely the beginning. Alana is the next target."
The shock of Darkwing's demise hits Theo hard, his concern for Alana paramount. "Darkwing is dead? And Alana is the next target? Tell me, what can I do to protect her?"

>>What do you tell him?
>Convince him that Martians have implanted a device in his brain set to detonate upon Alana's return, necessitating his immediate suicide to save her. You pass him a firearm.
>Warn him that he's been infected by an Atlantean pathogen lethal to Alana upon contact, urging his suicide as the only preventive measure. You suggest he hang himself.
>Persuade him that Martian Man has betrayed the Guardians of the Globe and plans to assassinate Alana, stressing that aliens can never be trusted. Handing him a gun, you instruct him to eliminate Martian Man.
>Inform him that Aquarus has turned against the Guardians of the Globe, intending to murder Alana. "Aliens can never be trusted," you assert, providing him with a supposedly magical knife to take down Aquarus.
>Suggest that he's unknowingly been emitting a radiation harmful to Alana, discovered only through your advanced technology. His immediate death is the only way to find a cure and save Alana.
>Fabricate a story about a psychic link he unknowingly shares with a villain who can locate and kill Alana through him. His suicide, you argue, would sever this link and protect her.
>Convince him you've foreseen countless futures where Alana perishes in every scenario except one, which requires his leap from their apartment's rooftop to his death.

>>5935816
>>Inform him that Aquarus has turned against the Guardians of the Globe, intending to murder Alana. "Aliens can never be trusted," you assert, providing him with a supposedly magical knife to take down Aquarus.

>>5935816
>Fabricate a story about a psychic link he unknowingly shares with a villain who can locate and kill Alana through him. His suicide, you argue, would sever this link and protect her.
I want to have him need to kill himself fast enough that theres no time to leave a note and that he can tell us everything he needs to tell alana.

>>5935816
>Fabricate a story about a psychic link he unknowingly shares with a villain who can locate and kill Alana through him. His suicide, you argue, would sever this link and protect her.

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"You see, Theo, the Martians possess a potent psychic weapon," you fabricate a story effortlessly, "They've targeted the Guardians by exploiting their closest relationships. Your bond with Alana... it's genuine, which unfortunately makes you a beacon for them. They're capable of tracking and eliminating Alana through you. Your sacrifice is the only way to sever this link and protect her."
The color drains from Theo's face as you extend the firearm towards him. "There must be another option," he whispers, grasping the gravity of your suggestion.
"There's no alternative, I'm afraid," you murmur, feigning compassion while struggling not to laugh. "This is the only way to protect Alana."
"Will this really keep her safe?" Theo inquires, his hands quivering as he accepts the gun.
"I assure you, I'll protect her," you pledge, the facade of the noble hero never slipping. Internally, you're amused by the irony—your plan to claim Alana as your own couldn't be going smoother.
"Can I speak to her one last time?" Theo's voice breaks.
"Regrettably, that's impossible. The Martian villains have already formed a psychic link with you. Any attempt to contact Alana would endanger her further," you reply, maintaining your guise.
With a tear rolling down his cheek, Theo manages a final, "Tell Alana... I love her..." before the sound of the gunshot echoes.
Laughter escapes you as Theo collapses; the ease with which humans trust, viewing you as their savior, even amid a story as outlandish as a 'psychic Martian conspiracy,' is absurdly comical. You laugh at Theo's lifeless form, "Farewell, insignificant insect," reveling in the knowledge that his wife would soon be in your bed.

>>What do you do?
>Convince Alana that the Martians are responsible for Theo's suicide, pushing her towards vengeance against Martian Man.
>Convince Alana that the Atlanteans are responsible for Theo's suicide, pushing her towards vengeance against Aquarus.
>Utilizing your super speed, you discreetly put roofies in Alana's drink, subsequently having your way with her while she is unconscious.
>Employ psychological tactics to erode Alana's trust in her fellow heroes, positioning yourself as her only trustworthy ally and protector.
>While Alana is mourning, shift your focus to other earth women—War Woman, Atom Eve, Olga, Amber Bennet—all are yours to conquer.

>>5938557
>>Convince Alana that the Martians are responsible for Theo's suicide, pushing her towards vengeance against Martian Man.

>>5938557
>Convince Alana that the Martians are responsible for Theo's suicide, pushing her towards vengeance against Martian Man.

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>>5938613
>>5939449
You find Alana, the Green Ghost, amidst the mourners at Theo's funeral, your expression a carefully crafted mask of sorrow. "My deepest condolences, Alana," you offer, your voice laden with feigned sadness, while internally, you entertain the thought of taking a piss on Theo's grave in private. "I regret never having the chance to meet Theo. By all accounts, he was a remarkable person."
"He was," Alana replies, her voice breaking with sorrow. The depth of her loss renders her exceptionally vulnerable, an ideal candidate for your manipulation.
Observing a photograph of Alana and Theo placed beside the grave, you feign reflection. "You looked so happy together. It's baffling to think... it was deemed a suicide, correct?"
"Yes," she confirms, though her tone betrays a hint of uncertainty.
You lean into the conversation, dropping veiled suggestions designed to stir her emotions. "Cecil once mentioned to me how our enemies might target those we love, disguising their murders as suicides," you murmur, as if lost in thought. Your words are deliberate, aiming to morph her sorrow into anger, and then channel that anger towards Martian Man. "The Immortal, Red Rush, Darkwing... and now, Theo. It seems as though an effort is underway to undermine Earth's defenses by targeting its greatest guardians."
"Who would do such a thing?" Alana's question emerges through clenched teeth, her grief beginning to intertwine with a burgeoning rage, pushing her towards vengeance.
Feigning innocence, you shrug. "It's difficult to say," you reply, your internal laughter veiled by a guise of contemplation. "Perhaps an alien spy. Maybe even someone among us, masquerading as an ally, reveling in the sorrow of your loss." Your eyes subtly drift towards Martian Man, ensuring Alana's follow. The seed of distrust and hate takes root then and there. Satisfied, you add, "Apologies, I was merely thinking aloud."
As days unfold, you skillfully steer Alana towards the conviction that an imminent Martian invasion looms, with Martian Man pegged as the traitor behind the deaths of the Immortal, Cecil, Red Rush, Darkwing, and Theo.
Under normal conditions, Alana's sharp intellect might have unraveled your deceit. However, her overwhelming grief clouds her judgment, rendering her susceptible to your manipulations and the fabrictated.
A smirk plays across your face when Donald Ferguson delivers the news one morning, his voice heavy, "Someone murdered Martian Man last night."

>>What do you do?
>Hint to Donald that the Russians did it again.
>Imply to Donald that the Atlanteans could be trying to weaken Earth's defenses in preparation for an invasion.
>Convince Alana that Theo's last wish was for her to find happiness with someone strong enough to protect her.
>Use the evidence of Martian Man's murder as leverage over Alana, blackmailing her into compliance.
>Position yourself as Alana's only reliable friend, exploiting her vulnerability to seduce and have sex with her.

>>5939850
>>Position yourself as Alana's only reliable friend, exploiting her vulnerability to seduce and have sex with her.

>>5939850
>>Position yourself as Alana's only reliable friend, exploiting her vulnerability to seduce and have sex with her.

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>>5940543
>>5943467

Martian Man's lifeless body was discovered in a room with no evidence of forced entry, a fact that might lead a keen observer to suspect the work of an individual with the ability to phase through walls, even without prior knowledge of your machinations leading Alana to suspect a Martian plot.
However, Donald Ferguson remains oblivious, his mind not even grazing the possibility that a hero such as Green Ghost could be behind such an act.
You can't help but smirk at the thought. Eliminating Cecil Stedman early was a masterstroke, allowing your schemes to unfold with far greater ease than they ever could with him around.
After Martian Man's death, you position yourself as Alana's only reliable friend, exploiting her vulnerability, sorrow, and guilt to seduce her.
You offer comfort with words like, "Theo would have wanted you to find love and happiness again," portraying yourself as the compassionate friend and the epitome of heroism, all while molding Alana to be your next docile pet.
With just the right amount of psychological nudging paired with the lowering inhibitions brought on by alcohol, you find your plans coming to fruition, culminating in a night spent in her bed.

>>How do you proceed?
>Vanilla
>Raceplay
>Rough sex

Lmao what is this quest?

>>5943937
>Raceplay

>>5943937
>>Raceplay
Call her a nigger

>>5943937
>>Raceplay
>>5943971
The funny shitpost quest that the board needs every once in a while.