>>6077358
Already liking our boy Eliot, fucking fantastic opener, Mate

>Head to the local watering hole. One of your actual friends is in town to celebrate his marriage.

Our guy sounds like a Godfather man, and I don't say that because it is just my favorite cocktail

>>6077360
Also, you're gonna want to shill this quest in the /QTG/ here >>6063680 to get more attention/ Players early

>>6077360
I'm more of a Whiskey Sour guy myself. That or a Paloma

>Stay over to get some work done. It won't cost S.T.A.R anything more since you're salaried.
I guess maybe he'd want to get noticed

Alright, I got two opposing votes. I'll wait another 10 minutes.

>>6077358
>Head to the local watering hole. One of your actual friends is in town to celebrate his marriage.
Bonds are important, and by bonds, I mean booze.

>>6077364
Whiskey sours are also top tier

>>6077379
Fucking right they are!

I got two votes for the pub. Writing.

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>>6077358
You decide to head to one of the local watering holes in Metropolis called 'The Steelyard.' You're meeting up with one of your old friends, Timothey Crown. Who just got married two weeks ago.

Parking was no trouble It's a Thursday night, it's a little busy but not too crazy.

You enter the bar to see Tim already several beers in. Waving you over to join him. He isn't alone, he's got two of your college buddies: Zachery and Ben.

'Well, if it isn't the man of the hour!' Tim shouts.

>'I can still drink you under the table, asshole!' They laugh as they embrace you.

'Good to see you again, Rodney. How's Metropolis treating you?'

>'Not bad... not bad at all.' Metropolis was an easy choice after all. It was either this, Central City, or Gotham. You already did your internship at Gotham, and that told you enough about the place.

>'But why are we talking about me; when we got Timmy-boy over here has tied the knot with the wonderful Audrey!' The friends clapped in applause. Tim smiled with a red-flushed face.

'I appreciated you actually coming to D.C. for the wedding. I know it's close to home and isn't exactly the place you'd want to be.'

>...It's nothing. But enough talking, I'm perched!'

"Yeah, sitting on your ass and typing all day is real tiring!'

>'Fuck off, Ben.'

How much do you want to drink?

>Just one or two drinks. That's it.

>This is Tim we're talking about here! I can't halfass things. (Will become Tipsy; -5 modifier)

>On second thought, it'll look bad if I turn up to work with a hangover. I'm staying sober.

>It's time to show who's the real man to these amateurs! (Will become drunk: -10 modifier)

>>6077407
>Just one or two drinks. That's it.
We've got work the next day.

>>6077407
>It's time to show who's the real man to these amateurs! (Will become drunk: -10 modifier)

I have two opposing votes. Will wait another 10 minutes

>>6077407
>It's time to show who's the real man to these amateurs! (Will become drunk: -10 modifier)

Drunkenness it is. Writing.

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>>6077407
They say you have to be the bigger man to stop things from escalating. They say that alcohol is man's worst enemy. But they didn't account for you. These poozers are going to get what's coming to them!

At first, it was a couple of drinks. Then it was Ben or Zachery that ordered some shots. Then more, and more, and more came flowing like a river of liquor.

Tim was already flushed to begin with, but now has officially taken the porcelain prayer multiple times. Ben and Zachery were also in poor shape

You'd bitten off more than you can chew and are now paying the price for your pride.

Hours went by until closing at 2:00 in the morning. The four of you exited hollering and laughing like it's the end of the world.

You said your goodbyes and went on your separate for the night. Thankfully, you took the bus to The Steelyard.

Now it's a nearly 20-minute walk back to your apartment... and you're seeing double.

You stumble about the quiet streets of Metropolis. You're pretty sure you've don't know where the hell you're going. You're hoping to God that you don't get picked up by the police for public drunkenness.

You stop at the crossing light and lean against the poll to support yourself. Then you see a group of teenagers turn the corner to your left and eye you up. They begin to beeline towards you. What do you do?

>Try to act cool and do nothing. No need to acknowledge them.

>Fucking book it. The apartment should be close

>Take the fight to them. You're a big dude and can take some hits.

>Write in.

>>6077455
>Fucking book it. The apartment should be close

I don't care how big we are, power in numbers is a hell of a thing

>>6077455
>Try to act cool and do nothing. No need to acknowledge them.

>>6077455
>Fucking book it. The apartment should be close
Drunken running go!

>>6077455
>Fucking book it. The apartment should be close
Betting on that we trip during our escape attempt.

Drunk running it is. Writing.

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>>6077455
Your head may be thundering with pain, and you can't really focus all too well. But your legs still work... and they're telling you to run. It's like second nature to you...

Seeing as there very little traffic at this time, you blitz through the cross stop. With the shit-kids giving chase.

You try to steel yourself and not fall on your ass. There must be a good number them. 4 or 5 at most. You've gained a knack for this kind of stuff. You're used to it.

You're used to running, being chased, looking over your shoulder... it's nothing. It's all the same to you. But your able dish out as much punishment as much you can take. Life as taught you that much. It has reminded you the crime of looking different.

Middle school was the worst. You remember every prank made at your expense, every bruise form all of the fights, and every vandalized item you had to replace. You remember all of the names you've called over the years.


Oreo

Cowman

Spots.

CV (short for chocolate and vanilla)

And countless more. This very situation is just another part of a catalogue of events that has molded you into the person you are today. It's no different.

>Roll to not fall on your ass: -10 modifier. Rerolls are allowed

Rolled 47 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>6078077
It's a -10 modifier.

Rolled 33 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>6077977
bo3?

>>6078086
oops wrong symbol, I really thought I put minus

>>6078088
It's all good.

Rolled 6 - 10 (1d100 - 10)

>>6077977

Rolled 99 - 10 (1d100 - 10)

>>6077977
Rerolling >>6078096. Jesus christ, I hope there's no critfail mechanic.

>>6078096
I really wanna know what comes next if we pick -4 as our roll lol

>>6078088
(to add a negative modifier, you have to put +-, not just -, so this would be dice+1d100+-10)

Sucess. You didn't make yourself a complete fool any more than you are already. Writing.

>>6078107
oh I didn't know, thank you anon

>>6078161
Is there a way to use orange text?

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>>6077977
You can hear them gaining on you. Screaming like banshees behind you. Dodging cars and pedestrians alike is one hell of an exercise.

Man, are you out of shape or what? You already running on fumes, and the alcohol makes everything 10 times harder than it actually is.

You look behind to see there's some decent space between you and your pursuers. At that moment, you finally arrive to the street that directly leads to the apartment.

You practically jumped onto the street. Mustering all of your remaining strength, you sprint down towards the apartment. You hear the teenagers further and further away. They seemed to have slowed down a notch.

Hyperventilating, and on the verge of collapsing. You see the finish line: Belltop Apartments. Home sweet home at last!

Almost running into the front doors, you take the moment to compose yourself and express a sigh of relief. The worst of the night has ended. You rifle around your pockets for the keys... which you're having an increasingly hard time of finding them.

Your mind runs mad with anger and frustration. Did you forget them at the bar? At work? Or are they inside the apartment? You don't have a roommate and concierge desk is closed. You got no other option. However, as you stand in front. You hear a voice behind you.

[ orange ] 'Rodney Eliot Grayne.' [ /orange ]

You whip back to see... a ring? A talking, floating ring is talking to you. And it's orange. You wipe your face and pinch yourself to see if this is a dream. No... this is real

[ orange ] 'Rodney Eliot Grayne. You have shown great avarice and greed. Welcome to the Orange Lantern Corp.' [ /orange ]

>'The fucking what?!?'

The ring places itself on your right middle finger. It imbues you with power. Awesome power beyond your imagination. You now find yourself now in orange and black uniform.

But you don't care for that. As you slowly lose your stability, gripping the door handle to not fall face first unto the pavement.

>'I just... I just want to get to bed already!'

[ orange ] 'As you wish' [ /orange ]

>>6078170
I think only RGB is supported.
>>2

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>>6078184
>You can't remember the rest of night. Whether it was the alcohol, or the running did you in. But you got one serious hangover.

You rise from your bed, not knowing how you got into the apartment in the first place. The last that you saw was the talking, orange ring.

>'It must've been a drea-'

It was not a dream. For the ring remain on your finger. Your jaw dropped at the sight of it.

>'What... the fuck are you?

'Call me "Ring" for short. I am an AI installed within the ring to assist the user.'

This whole situation is completely unreal. Why is this happening to you? Is this a set-up or test? Many other questions ran around your brain. As you lay in your bed, processing this newfound occupation. Lightly rubbing the ring and admiring its orange luster.

>'What do you want from me? What am I to you?'

'...I want nothing from you. I am to assist you as stated beforehand. As a member of the Orange Lantern Corp'

>'Orange Lantern Corp? Like a military Corp?

Your little fact-finding interrogation had to end. As your alarm clock read 8:40 and work starts at 9:00.

>'Oh fuck, I'm going to be late! It's been nice talking to you, Ring!'

>Get a bus. It'll take a while but at least you'll get there somewhat late (30 minutes late)

>Get your car and burn rubber. If you're fast enough, maybe no one will notice? (15 minutes late)

>Get a cab and pay extra. These Metropolis cabbies are entirely different breed. (10 minutes late)

>Call in sick for today. With all the action you got last night, you might actually need the day off.

>Maybe... just maybe the ring can help?

>>6078333
>>Maybe... just maybe the ring can help?

>>6078333
>Maybe... just maybe the ring can help?

>>6078333
See, calling sick and slowly figuring shit out would be *reasonable*, but dealing with ring hijinks at work and going mad with power immediately is way funnier.

>Get your car and burn rubber. If you're fast enough, maybe no one will notice? (15 minutes late)
COP CHASE LFG

>>6078611
+1

>>6078333
>>Maybe... just maybe the ring can help?
Assist me in getting ready for work and on time within 20 minutes
Maybe it will put our socks on

The Ring has won. Writing.

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>>6078333
You frantically run through multiple ideas on how to get to S.T. A. R labs. Scrapping every clean pair of clothing together. It then dawned on you. You now have the perfect situation to test out the ring. You look down at the ring. Not really knowing how to talk to it.

>'Hey... R-Ring, I'm going to be late for work. Is there a way you can help me here?

'Yes. I can assist you. What is the location?

>'S.T.A.R Labs Metropolis Regional HQ.'

'Very well.' the Ring pulsed with power and illuminated the bedroom with orange brilliance. It wasn't long before the Ring came back with a response

'Scanning complete. ETA 5 minutes.'

>'5 minutes?! How the hell are am I getting there in 5 minutes?'

'I have already designed a flight path for you.'

>'Flight... path?'

>'Yes, please exit the building to commence your departure.'

You don't exactly understand what the Ring might by "flight path." But you obey anyway and open the door leading to the balcony.

>'So... what now-?' You say as you start to hoover off from the ground.

>'What the fuck, what the fuck?! What is happening?!'

'As I stated, I have created a flight path for you.'

>'Wait... that means I can fly?'

'Yes, that is one of the many abilities granted to a power ring user.'

>'Well, you really should've told me that sooner!'

'You fell asleep.' The Ring said with a surprisingly irritated tone.

You take a deep breath and see the custom flight path made by the Ring. You feel yourself rising higher and higher off of the balcony. You don't notice until you almost hit a bird. You turn to see an orange line that'll guide you to S.T.A.R Labs. Then you hit the ground running... figuratively anyway.

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>>6079026
>'THIS. IS. AWESOME!' Gliding through the clouds like you're Superman is a dream come true. You imagine what else the Ring can do? What you're now capable of doing with this newly gifted ability?

>'Hey, Ring. Is there a way you can turn me invisible or something? I don't to startle anyone at work.'

'Yes, I can manipulate light to make yourself seem invisible.'

>'Man, you're full of surprises! What else can you do?'

'I have an array of abilities that can aid the user. For example, the creation of constructs is one of the chief abilities used by power ring users. This can be anything as long as you have enough power to create it.'

>'Anything...?"

'Anything.'

Now the Ring [italic] really [/italic] has your attention. It can create everything from your wildest imaginations. You're practically salivating at mouth just thinking about it! But that had to wait, as you S.T.A.R Labs in the distance. You land near a clearing just ahead of it. It connects to the parking lot, with the lab only being a few steps away. You look around to see if anyone is close by. The coast is clear. You look down at the ring with the biggest smile.

>'Thanks for everything, Ring! You've been a real help. But... how do I get rid of this get-up?

'Just remove me, and it will disappear. Alternatively, I may remain on your person and just disguise the uniform under "normal" clothes. But that would consume battery power. An extremely finite recourse at the moment.

>'Battery power? Do I have to recharge or you something?

'Indeed, but I believe you have more pressing matters to attend to?'

>'Oh, right... work. Quote of the fucking century, am I right?'

The Ring proved to be a tough audience. Now you have a solid 15 minutes to clock-in and get ready. But you got bigger things to worry about than your job. What do you do?

>As much you'd want to, you need to go to work. The Ring can wait. (Ring is removed)

>There's no harm in keeping the Ring on you. Just keep it lowkey and no one will be none the wiser. (Ring remains on you.)

>Fuck this noise! You want to put the Ring through a serious test drive!

>Write in.

>>6079035
>>There's no harm in keeping the Ring on you. Just keep it lowkey and no one will be none the wiser. (Ring remains on you.)
Just don't draw attention to it, simple as.

>>6079035
>Write in.
>The ring said it can create anything. Ask if it to create money.

We the audience know that it will just be an orange hologram that you can feel, but Eliot doesn’t know that.

>>6079035
>As much you'd want to, you need to go to work. The Ring can wait. (Ring is removed)

>>6079104
+1, we won't have to work if we can create money

>>6079104
+1 to this.

>>6079104
+1

Money making wins. Writing.

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>>6079035
You ponder on what to do next. Then your eyes widen with excitement, teeming with orange greed.

>'How did I not think of this sooner! Ring, can you make money?' You say with a devilish grin.

'I will need to scan an item of legal tender.'

You are giggling at the prospect of mass-producing money at a whim. You wouldn't have to work a day in your life anymore!

You pull out a $20 bill and held it in front of the Ring. It caked the bill in orange light. The Ring then created a complete replica, down to the last minutiae detail. Just one problem about it.

>'Wh-why is it orange? It should be green!'

'It is orange for you are an Orange Lantern. You are not a Green Lantern.'

>'The fuck is a Green Lanter- you know what?! Can you just change the color of it?

'I cannot.'

>'WHY NOT?!?'

'...All constructs are based on which Corp you belong to. For you, it is orange.'

Your disappointment is immeasurable, and your day is ruined. Your fantasies of early retirement have been destroyed. You see the S.T. A.R Labs building ready to mock you for even daring to escape your current standing.

>'No rest for the weary... thanks a lot, Ring!'

'Pleasure to be of ser-' You violently remove the Ring and stuff it into your pocket. You slowly make your way for another day of work. Crushing the Ring and everything under your breath.

>>6079609
When's the followup coming QM?

>>6080315
Sorry, I'm planning to travel in a bit and writing time became sparse.

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>>6079609
You walk through the entrance, swiping your I.D. card across the scanner. You lament over the lost prospect at quick wealth still. But all is not lost. You still have much to experiment with the Ring later on.

For now, you have other duties to attend to. You clock-in on time at your computer and laughing under your breath how fast you actually got here. You almost forgive the Ring... almost. But you check your calendar to see if there are any tasks that needs to be completed before the week's end.

>'It's Friday, isn't it?'

That means there should be an end-week analysis meeting. The third quarter report right around the corner breathing down everyone's necks. With deadlines for projects are closing in, things are especially hectic at S.T.A.R. They're all hoping they went get cut when layoffs come around-including yourself.

You recoil into your chair. The meeting starts at 10. Check-in starts at 9:45. You got some time to kill before it starts, and an aching head from last night. Time went by like a flash; you take a very leisurely walk while chugging water like a madman. You arrive at 'The Gazebo,' a small room that was designed with a panoramic window in order to boost productivity and induce closer cooperation. You hate the place for two reasons.

A: Most of the people in this place are idiots, hacks, charlatans. They should quit their jobs and make you lead the teams.

B: Because you have to work with these idiots, hacks, charlatans. It will degrade your work, and you're better off without them.

Unfortunately, your boss, Tobias Anderson. Loves the place due to it being near his office and he enjoys the outside view. He's already at work and has likely been since 5 in the morning. The man pulls all-nighters almost every day and still comes to work! You have no idea what drives him.

'Hello Eliot... take a seat. We're about to get started.' he said while never breaking eye contact from his computer. You sigh as you have to get through another meeting and there's already more where that came from! You wonder if the ring can create a doppelganger

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>>6080496
The meeting went as you expected: boring and useless. Meaning it's an utter waste of your time, and you should be doing other things. But you pretend to look busy by taking notes from Anderson's presentation. To keep up appearances with these people is a joke. They shouldn't be in the same room as you, but S.T.A.R insist on team building exercises and the like. You dread having to work with such incompetent people when they have you. However, you have bigger issues to worry about.

Anderson finally ends the meeting with his usual end line: 'Do your all, never your best.' Everyone sits up to leave when eyes you down like a hawk.

>'Sir...?'

'Your eyes are bloodshot and you almost trip before sitting down. You should be more careful, alright?' He says while writing down something on his notepad.

>'I'll try, sir.'

'Good, I don't need one of my subordinates calling in because they bit off more than they can chew. Especially one of my admittedly better pawns.' You're amazed how he can mix compliments and insults in the same sentence. You could learn a thing or two.

>'Of course... sir'

You exit The Gazebo with Anderson likely staying there for another couple of hours. You look at your watch to see it's 11:17, Lunch is at 12:30. And the rest of the day to look forward to. Do you...

>Work the day like normally. Training with the ring would be a good after-work activity.

>May the Ring can help? It'll be a great chance to redeem itself. (Specify use of Ring)

>Use the ring to gain resources and intelligence from others. You have the means to do so and should do it!

>Write-in.

Planning to go on vacation soon. I'll try to post but be patience, please

>>6081083
>Work the day like normally. Training with the ring would be a good after-work activity.
Fucking around with the ring before figuring out what exactly it can do is a bad idea. RIP Axis btw, I still really miss DC Henchman Quest. Making Batman pull his hair out in frustration, bullying Babs, collecting artifacts of immense power, overthrowing south american governments, suffering a mental breakdown and going on a mildly sexist tirade. Good times.

>>6081083
>Work the day like normally. Training with the ring would be a good after-work activity.

>>6081083
>>Work the day like normally. Training with the ring would be a good after-work activity.

>>6081083
>Use the ring's ability to manipulate light to fuck with the computer screens of your idiotic colleagues.
Fake blue screens, windows updates, emails that tell them they're allowed to leave early. Just to generally hinder them since we're so annoyed by them, maybe we can weed some of the most idiotic out by tricking them into getting fired due to lower work efficiency...

>>6079104
The fun thing is I have no knowledge of this IP at all, so it's all new and experimentation for me aswell.

>>6081084
Alrighty, thanks for letting us know.

>>6081155
Henchman Quest was an absolute banger. Axis-QM will be missed.

>>6081223
Thank you for understanding.

Post work ring training it is.

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>>6081083
As much as you want to use the Ring. You barely know how to use it, let alone what it is. You refrain from using it at the moment. It'll be better suited for after working training.

Hours go by as you attend more meetings and managing smaller projects here and there. It's now 5:45, and you're ready to clock-out. But before you do, your boss would like to have a word with you. You knock on the door of Tobias Anderson's office. In front of it reads: "Senior Software Engineer."

'Come in...' you hear his sleep deprived voice, opening the door shows you Anderson reclining in his chair and facing the sealing. He remained in that position for what look like awhile. Slowly pushing down his head back to face. The bags under Anderson's eyes make him look 10 years older at the least.

>'You wanted to see me, sir?'

'...Yes, have a seat.' Anderson gives a big yawn in between. He clears his throat and straightens himself to make an illusion that he's a higher-up.

'About our little talk today, Eliot. I don't believe I was clear enough.'

He seems truly insistent on this matter. I guess it boosts his ego to bash one of his lesser.

'I'm speaking for your own good... as well as my own. If HR finds out that one of my people came into work with a hangover; it's going to more than just a referral!'

This... sounds serious. Anderson isn't the type of person who'd get rattled. At least not this easily. But you sense an opportunity to seize at the moment.

>'Is this about the third quarter report, sir?'

'It's about everything!' Anderson snaps. It seems all of those sleepiness nights are finally catching up to him.

'It's a whole fucking kaleidoscope of problems! First, it was that fiasco with Lexcorp. When Luther used funds from a co-op project with S.T.A.R labs to create another death machine or whatever to kill Superman. Second, every supervillain think they can just waltz in and steal our shit and trash half of the place. We must look a fire to those
thieving moths! Don't get me even started on the heroes, some of the are just as bad as the villains. Even the Justice League and DOJ have investigated us. All of those combined with the oh-so-fabulous Q3 report just to top it all off!'

Anderson almost blacked out from that tirade. His face now has signs of life as it returned into a candied apple color.

>'...So, they're planning to downsize?'

'Astute observation, Eliot. Bully for you! That means that both our asses are on the fucking line! I've already told the others about this. It's time to make every minute count! You better come in on the weekend before shit rightfully hits the fan-if it already hasn't!

You leave the building deep in thought. You can't afford to lose this job, S.T.A.R is one of the few places that actually pay a decent wage. You don't have enough money to move anywhere else. You don't know what else to do... but you got something no one else has.

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>>6081780
It's now 6:20. You should get home by in a little bit. First and foremost, getting to know how to use the Ring should be your immediate task. You figured doing it outside would be risking yourself getting caught. So, the most private place you could think of is your apartment. Nothing will go wrong, will it?

You lay down on your couch, thinking over Anderson's warning. These types of things happen across the industry. The big bosses look at the papers and see their stocks have gotten down. Then this little Q3 report comes around to spoil their mood even further. They'll cut off the weakest link to keep their portfolio afloat. But that's for later... now you something far more interesting.

You sit up and place the Ring back on you. The feeling of its energy wrapping around you will never get old. It's time to give the Ring a serious test drive.

>'Ring, it's time to see what your made of! What else can you do?'

'Excellent question: I can create shields, energy blast rays, manipulate the fundamental forces, provide the user with protection from the environment and injury. That is just a number of many other abilities at your disposal.'

>'I'm practically a one-man-army at this rate! H-how do I actually do those things?'

'Training simulation 1 engaged.'

>'Oh, that's convenient.'

The Ring projects an orange figure that looks... definitely not human. It's a like someone made an octopus bipedal and gave it fingers. This just gives more mystery to where this thing came from.

'Greetings and welcome to the Orange Lantern Corp, new recruit! My name is Vi'crin and I'll be your instructor. Your first task will be harnessing and channeling the orange might of avarice. You draw your power from not only from within, but from others as well. You may "harvest" the greed and take it in as your own. That includes members of different Corps.'

>'Hey, what's that symbol in the center?

'That is the sigil of the Corp. You will receive it once completion of training.' the Ring said.

>Roll to channel energy. Rerolls allowed. DC:40

Rolled 90 (1d100)

>>6082167

Rolled 1 (1d100)

>>6082167

>>6082223
You had one job.

Rolled 82 (1d100)

>>6082167
Already got a 1. Very nice.

Rolled 57 (1d100)

>>6082223
BRO HOW
can reroll?

>>6082223
voting for this

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>>6082167
If the Ring is powered by your own greed and avarice, then you just have to... act greedily? You don't fully understand how this all works, but you have to do it.

You concentrate on your emotions into the Ring. As it brimmed with its potent amber might. You can feel all of the other emotions.

Rage

Hope

Will

It's... beautiful, it's intoxicating! You feel yourself tremendously embolden by giving into your more primal emotions. Your body glows in the background of Metropolis at night.

'Power at 100% capacity and rising. Unit power overcharging and exceeding maximum.

200%

300%

400%

500%

Warning, power *bzzzt* at unstable levels. User is at critical risk of injury or *bzzzt* death. Capacity at 600% and rising.'

Awesome strength flows through your veins. The ever-multiplying force gives you see visions of your deepest fantasies. The first one, you see yourself as a king, lording over a mountain of treasures and power rings. Another, you see the emblem of the Orange Lantern Corp burning brightly across the universe. Everyone enslaved to its orange will. You want it! You want it all! You deserve it for it is your right! It's your will!

You hear the rings warning, but you don't care as your avarice takes hold of you. The entire apartment complex rumbles from the amassing emotions made into reality. Many of the residents rush out believing it is an earthquake.

'W-warning, warning, *bzzzt* warning. Power at unstable levels. User cannot handle at this condition. Must *bzzzt* release excess energy. Reaching 1000% and rising.'

You need to take what you want! You must show the world that you have lay claim to everything! You jettison out of the building at light speed to look for your first target.

>>6082664
NOOOOOO!!!

Damnit I want us to be superheroes! Not superpowered Gollum!

How is everyone liking the quest? My flight is tomorrow, so I hope to get a couple more posts in before I leave.

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>>6082768
"superpowered gollum" is the whole point of the orange ring, no?
>>6082664
>You jettison out of the building at light speed to look for your first target.
Let's rob a bank, guys. All time villian classic. OR we could steal a hot chick(who is conveniently local superhero's gf) and then go "I stole you, you are now mine", like that guy from megamind. We're high on orange retard juice after all, time to have fun.

>>6082810
I like it. I'm down to play a classic not-too-smart-but-very-powerful villian. The way MC is full of himself really sells him as the type.

>>6079609
>'The fuck is a Green Lanter-
Okay, so this is not JLU. But there are mentions of villians constantly trashing star labs, so this is not a low key version of DC either, a lot of metas are around and justice league is formed already.

>>6082664
>steal every left sock in the world
>take all the worlds moon rocks
>mine mine mine its mine that saudi Arabian airplane coated in solid gold inside and outside

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>>6082664
You feel like you can take on the world. You could take on anyone! You're out blooded and ready to spread your wings. You may have not actually done any sort of training, but you reasoned field training would be better. Besides, who's going to stop you? But you take a quick glance to look at the city skyline at night. Talk about a view! You have no one but yourself up here. You look around to locate a prime target to make it yours! The New Troy or St. Martin's Island area are good places to start. Right before you were about to leave, you hear voice behind you.

'Nice view, isn't?'

>'Yeah, you can say that again- who said that?' you twist around to see... him. The Guardian of Metropolis, the Man of Steel himself. Superman.

>'I..I...-I. You're Superman? I mean you're really Superman?!

'Yep, in the flesh!'

The presence of the Man of Steel gave you such shock and awe. That it temporarily gave you some control over yourself. That control is a fleeting moment, however. Your high off your own avarice and it's taking hold of you faster now. This may be your last chance before you are consumed by your greed.

>'How... how did you find me?'

'It's pretty hard not to notice a flying orange man that isn't Donald Trump.'

You panic, thinking he has known all about you since you left the apartment. But you have no evidence to confirm nor deny. Your mind is in disarray. You try to get a handle on it, but it's too much! Superman, noticing your distress, attempts to strike up a dialogue to get a feel for you. To ascertain whether your friend or foe.

'So... your new to Metropolis?'

>'No-how I mean yes. I... recently moved here.'

'Oh, yeah? Where from?

Superman speaks with honest interest with you. Keeping a soft, approachable smile on his face.

>'I'm from back east, Pittsburgh.'

'Looks like we got another Steelers fan in town! I'm from Kansas. Now, you got a name? I understand if you want to remain anonymous.'

>'I..'

That was it. The was all the dam could hold before the flood of emotions poured through. You explode with pure, avaricious power. Superman retreated briefly to witness you light up like a Christmas tree.

>'It's too much! The power is going to overtake me if nothing is done right now!'

'Talk to me! What's going on?! I can help!'

What do you now?

>Try to find a way to expel the excess power. Or else it's too late!

>Why should you fear this power anyway? This is your light! It is yours to use at your pleasure! (Give into your emotions and became an enthralled to them. In this state, you will become extraordinarily powerful but at the cost of your freewill. You'll nothing more than an animal acting on instinct. The longer you remain in this state, the harder it will be to escape it.)

>Run. Get away as fast as you can. Anywhere is better than here.

>Write-in

>trump
What the fuck lmao, for what purpose?

>>6083073
>'It's pretty hard not to notice a flying orange man that isn't Donald Trump.'
du fuq

>Try to find a way to expel the excess power. Or else it's too late!

I knew that Trump joke wouldn't work. Anyway, this is going to be my last post before I go traveling. I'll try to get at least some posts (from a different device) whenever I have opportunity to do so.

I already have this thread archived. So, we can pick things back up if it gets deleted.

>>6083073
>Try to find a way to expel the excess power. Or else it's too late!

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>>6083073
>>6083187
>Try to find a way to expel the excess power. Or else it's too late!
It might come off as a bit forced so feel free to shut me down, but I’d like to offer a write-in:
>"…Aw man, you’re gonna hate this but I PROMISE it’s not as bad as it looks!"
>Scan Superman and make a construct or constructs of him
Making copies of existing things is the only trick of the ring we actually know how to use beyond the basics and we (probably?) know he’s pretty powerful and thus should logically require a lot of power to replicate. Channeling all that power into an actual function is probably safer than just shooting off a beam into space or exploding like a bomb, right? Even just shining the orange light of avarice over the city would probably prompt looting and rioting. Besides, it would be funny if the construct(s) instantly go(es) rogue and we have to team up against them.
>"I’M SORRY! I’M SORRY! I’M SO SORRY!!!"

>>6083117
+1

>>6083229
+1
This seems fun.

>>6083229
+1

>>6083134
Why would it get deleted?

>>6083073
>>Write-in
>Theres one thing no one owns. SPACE. Lets heist the moon

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>>6083525
+1
Lets steal the FUCKING MOON

>>6083525
we should put our symbol on the moon as big thin orange wires

>>6083525
This. Voting

>>6082664
Oooohh, now there’s an interesting idea.
A different direction from the typical Orange Lanterns, but one that still encapsulates everything they are about.
The idea of someone’s greed making them desire the other emotions. Like, a twisted version of a white lantern. It’s unattainable because it was a goal born purely from greed, but that just makes us want it even more. After all, the rarer something is, the more valuable it is.
Imagine learning about the other rings and what they represent. Instead of a person who wants to own 100% of the Orange Corps and all of its light, it’s a person who wants a ring of each color.

>>6089218
In that case how's "Bright Lord" for a supervillain name?

Wait, we should ask Superman for an autograph!
Not this immediate instant of course, but it's a material possession and also probably valuable because it'd be rare. Maybe a selfie too.
It might satiate our greed for a few minutes while we talk to him... on the other hand, it might just be empowering our avarice and make it harder to control

Also, separate note, but how does Eliot actually feel about Superman?
Does he think he's a hero and a role model, or do we agree with Lex Luthor's opinion?

Back from vacation. Will be writing soon.

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>>6083073
>'I-I need to get rid of this energy. But I don't know how!'

You feel the power gripping hold like an insidious curse. It seeks to bury itself and puppet you. But you won't let it... you will let no one or anything take from you. This is your power! This is your light! You'll be damned to allow it to slip through your fingers without a fight. You still need a way to exercise the overflowing energy. You need an avenue to focus on. You suddenly have a devilish idea, as the solution is right in front of you.

>'Yeah, you can help. Just stay right there...'

With just breath away from being consumed by your emotions once again; you release all of the excess within the ring into the night sky. The beam burns like the sun and coating Metropolis with an orange hue. Many of the residents looked up to see the cause. Many stopped and started to record the situation. News station quickly jumped on the unveiling event that is you burning up above the city.

But this is not enough, you're just barely holding back the tides. You need another faster way. You decide to push out the energy in all directions in a sphere. It rapidly increases in size and begins to shove Superman away. When that isn't enough, bolts emitting from you shoot out towards the city below. Damaging a number of skyscrapers and tall buildings.

'You have to stop this! You could hurt yourself or someone else.'

Superman pleads with you. But this is far out of your control. Plus, if anyone gets hurt. It's their fault for not running away from the giant fucking orange ball engulfing the sky above them.

>>6096530
use it to make orange money MONEY MONEY as you dont really want it orange the worst color as its just a bright brown

Metropolis is a coastal city, right?
We could fly out over the ocean where the lightning bolts from our ring won't hit anyone.

Or, we could still try the "fly into space and go to the moon" idea, but I don't know if Eliot would know that the ring can let him breathe in space like all the other lanterns.

>>6089463
Eliot views Superman with begrudging respect and extreme envy. While viewing Supes as a force to be reckon with. Eliot believes he is deserving of the same amount adoration and attention. He will stop at nothing to get what he wants, even if it means going against Superman.

>>6096723
Cant we just steal part of the earths oxygen anyway?
Im team orange lantern moon base

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>>6096530
News helicopters circle around you and Superman. Many believe you're Metropolis' new bad guy of the week. Another wannabe that wants to rival the Man of Steel. As more civilians seek to distance from the indiscriminate orange bolts hitting downtown. Panic ensues with cars swerving out of the way only to crash into each other. Crooks and customed villains take advantage of the bedlam and a preoccupied Superman to commit various crimes around the city. Suffice to say, Superman as found himself in a rock and a hard place

As for you, things are starting to look up. Energy levels are falling down to a manageable degree. You'll be out of this mess in no time. Expect for one particular problem: Superman. You are damn sure he won't let you off the hook after all of this. This isn't your fault, none of it is! But try explaining that to him! Hearing all of the mayhem across the city, Superman has wasted far too much time and now has greater issues to deal with. He looks at straight in the eyes... he wants to end this.

'ENOUGH! Stop this madness'

Superman begins to push against the sphere. This actually works in your favor, as it forces you to use up more energy to keep the angry flyboy away.

>'I don't like this situation any more than you do, pal!'

'What will it take for this to stop wholesale?'

>'More of this! Keep making me use more energy!'

'Love to! But I got bigger fishes to fry... hit me!

>'W-what?!'

'I said hit me! Hit me with you got! That should do the trick, right?'

'*bzzzt* That would solve your most immediate *bzzzt* problem.' The Ring finally spoke up after all this time.

>'You're crazy! What if I maim or kill you at worst?' You're more worried about the certain backlash and retaliation from the Justice League.

'Is that really your greatest concern at the moment?!'

What do you do?

>Refuses the offer. Even if it's the quickest way, damaging Superman will land you in hot water.

>Accept his offer. Consequences be damned! If he thinks this plan will work, who are you to question? (Full power, no holding back.)

> Accept his offer. Try and not kill the guy. (Just enough for yourself and to regain control.)

>Write-in

>>6098379
>> Accept his offer. Try and not kill the guy. (Just enough for yourself and to regain control.)
Killing Supes is a Horrid idea, even if he could probably take it

>>6098379
> Accept his offer. Try and not kill the guy. (Just enough for yourself and to regain control.)
I'd rather not have the JLA coming after us for killing supes.

>>6098379
>Accept his offer. Try and not kill the guy. (Just enough for yourself and to regain control.)
>Write in: Ascend further into the sky as we burn off the excess energy, so no one gets caught in the crossfire.
Supes has been decent to us, and fucking him up too much would both cause a shitload of backlash from other heroes-- and also lead Metropolis to be even shittier and more crime-ridden due to it's main protector being out of commission.

>>6098379
> Accept his offer. Try and not kill the guy. (Just enough for yourself and to regain control.)

We could also tell him to move above us, so that way any residual energy gets shot into space rather than hitting the ground and the people below.

>>6098379
>Accept his offer. Consequences be damned! If he thinks this plan will work, who are you to question? (Full power, no holding back.)

>>6098379
>>Accept his offer. Consequences be damned! If he thinks this plan will work, who are you to question? (Full power, no holding back.)
Might as well

>>6098379
>HIT ME HIT MY SHIELD
why not just have him hit our bubble so it takes energy to protect against it without getting close to our body and without having like a beam go down and hit the city

>>6098379
>> Accept his offer. Try and not kill the guy. (Just enough for yourself and to regain control.)

Looks like restraint won. Voting has ended.

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>>6098379
Superman is insane! He wants you to hit him! But you need to wrap this up before any more attention is placed on you. You figured he's tough enough to take a major hit or two, right? You begin to channel to rest of your energy. Just plenty for yourself and shake off the excess driving you mad. You are making this extra careful as not the fry Superman too crispy. You pour everything into the ring... almost everything. You really don't need the extra heat from this, if you don't have it already.

You stick your hand out. You can feel it flowing through your veins and funneling into the ring. All pointed towards him. You unleash the might of the Orange Lantern Corp onto Superman. A single beam of light surged fourth and blasted the Man of Steel to Timbuktu. Its potency surprised even you. As it carried him halfway across the city, shredding his uniform and body alike. He attempted to resist with all his might. It actually worked for a little bit, defying the right of the Orange Lantern.

He was slowly fighting back against the beam. Civilians grasped at the sight of their guardian being cooked alive on TV. Begging for you to stop. But steel can only hold up to so much punishment and the same thing goes for man. Superman howled in pain. A cry so loud it cracked the glass windows around you. You burned so brightly, so magnificent. All of the attention is on you. You also wanted this... perhaps not when you're blasting Superman but the adoration. This is your moment finally in the palms of your hands and might end being in jail for it.

'Energy levels have returned to standard rate. User no longer at risk.' The Ring sounded off. You're no longer on the brink of going buck wild. However, Superman as seen better days. Burn marks marked across his body and the iconic "S" symbol is almost gone. But yet he still draws breath.

>'You're alright?'

'I... I would be lying if said it wasn't nothing. But I'll manage.'

>'Great... no hard feelings, r-right?'

'...Yeah, we're square.'

>'Hey Ring, can I heal Superman? It's the least I can do.' This should help in getting on his good side after this fuck-up.

'Yes. Scanning...'

An amber cocoon shelters Superman. Quickly healing all of his wounds as if nothing happened.

'Thanks! Shoulder's little stiff, but this already more than enough.'

He sticks out his hand for a handshake 'I don't believe I got your name?' It's baffling how he can still smile after all just happened.

>What will your villain name or you will keep it vague for now, and save it for a later time?

Here are some examples:

>The King of Spades

> Agent Avarice

>Greed-Monger

>Write-in.

I forget to ask: how is the pacing of the story? I know I don't post as often as I should, but I'll try to work on it. What direction do you want to see this story go?

>>6100411
>Keep it vague for now, save it for a later time
>>6100416
It's okay so far. We're still kind of doing our first day, so it's too early to really say much about the pacing. Maybe once we start rolling, we can judge more.
>What direction do you want to see this story go?
Well, Orange Lanterns are all about greed-- but that doesn't necessarily mean Eliot has to be an unambiguous supervillain. I don't know about other anons, but I'd kind of like to have our boy function more like an antihero than a full supervillain, so we can have some good face-offs with both heroes and villains depending on our personal agenda. I also like the idea floated earlier, of using our greed to attempt to master all the other emotions on the spectrum and ascend towards being a sort of White Lantern-- though that would probably mean hunting other Corps members, and taking their rings for our own. To live is to consume others, after all.

>>6100411
>Morningstar

>>6100416
The pacing is fine so far. As for direction Elliot seems like a petty and spiteful person but he isn't an absolute unhinged psycho so I don't think going full supervillain is necessary. Although the idea of stealing the light of the other lantern corps is cool.

what sort of silly sounding greed themed names can we have
the greedy gobbler?
ironically mr green?

>>6100411
>you will keep it vague for now, and save it for a later time
This is only the first thread, so maybe we should give it some time for other anons to start joining as we gain momentum before deciding on a name.


>>6100416
So far, the pacing is alright. As for what direction? I'm just enjoying the ride. I'll be happy regardless.

>>6100443
Rather than just an antihero, there's nothing to say that Elliot can't regularly swing back and forth between being good or evil. As a lantern who hasn't mastered his ring, his emotions are going to be all over the place. On top of that, he has so far tried to show restraint and resistance to being consumed by greed.
As for mastering the other emotions, I like the idea that that's what he wants and desires, but doesn't realize that he's pretty much doomed to fail. It's the only way that makes sense (to me) for him to have been chosen by the ring yet not instantly turn into a kleptomaniac. Otherwise it'd feel like an asspull or a Marysue.

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>>6100411
>'My name? Not important at the moment. You'll find out soon enough-when the time is right.'

Superman slightly frowned but nodded in relinquish. He has a city to help.

'Good night, friend. Hope we meet each other again soon!'

>'Happy hunting.'

You shook hands with Superman, and he flies off.

>'Okay Ring, turn me invisible just in case someone follows and get me the fuck out of here!

'Acknowledged.'

You mask yourself and fly off to back to your apartment. Fleeing from the sudden attention from the whole city you just brought to you. But someone, someone very powerful has taken a sudden extremely liking to you. Lex Luthor watched giddily as you defended the city from the alien menace. Cheering you on like it was a boxing match. Right up before you shook hands and went on your separate ways.

'When it was just getting to the good part!'

Luthor screamed at the TV. He sat back and relished each frame of Superman being beaten to a bloody pulp was the highlight of the evening. But all good things come to an end. Now Luthor has something else on his mind: You. He pondered on how to manage you. The last several times to even scratch him have all been fruitless! Now you abruptly show up out of the blue and have done the most damage to Superman anyone has managed in this town! Luthor thought of a devious plan to persuade or force you to finally shoot the Man of Steel down from the sky for good. Before that, he needs to make a phone call.

'Hello Mister Luthor, how can I assist you today?'

'Did you tune in to tonight's fireworks?'

'Yes! Fascinating spectacle!'

'I want you to find out everything about the... orange man who fought Superman. I'll triple your usual rate.'

'Always a generous patron, Mister Luthor.'

Luthor hung up, looking out towards the skyline he helped built. Superman has been a thorn in his side for too long! Now the opportunity to lastly place an end to him. He gleefully waits for to retake his rightful place.

Oh shit
Kino alert

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>>6102194
>>The next morning.

Your alarm clock sounds off at 7:00 sharp. You slowly wake up to the city nosier than usually; and you wager the reason as to why. On another note, you had the best night's sleep. You wash your face and glance at the endless stream of notifications on your phone. You don't want to look at it. You know why. As you march into the kitchen for breakfast, you contemplate about last night. You had it all... and you let it slip through your fingers. You need to get handle on the Ring before it controls you! At any rate, you got some "field training" in.

>"...What is the city going to say about me? It can't be that bad, right?"

You unlock your phone and the newsreels of you blasting Superman. All of the major networks in the city and across the nation are talking about you. You see an article by the Daily Planet titled: "Twilight Fight Shocks City, A New Villain in Town."

>'Villain?! I'm not the bad guy here! That wasn't my fault!'

But the media doesn't care. The moment you laid your hands on their boy scout, it was your death warrant. That is not even the half of it. Pundits and talk shows have already denounced you as such. Calling you the biggest threat to Superman since Lex Luthor and perhaps the Justice League at large. This has gone from bad to worse.

Other articles mention you as part of a rising trend of supervillain criminals and their destructive behavior have costed society. But not all are negative. Some have highlighted your otherwise civilized end with Superman. Pointing how if you were truly a villain, you wouldn't shake hands with the person you were just assaulting. You place your phone away and look over to see it's already 7:30.

>'What a way to ruin the day. I'm not putting on the Ring unless it is entirely necessary!'

You got dressed and go to the garage to your car. You got enough on your plate already. You don't need the city on your ass. Maybe this whole Orange Lantern business is not worth it? It hasn't really helped you in any meaningful way. What is its purpose? Questions for later- you got work to do.