>>35479280

> “Do you like books, Monsieur?”

>>35479280
>> “Do you like books, Monsieur?”

>>35479280
> Write in
Sorry, business first:
"Who is the green lantern of earth of this era? Have you seen Professeur... I mean Green Lantern Sinestro?"

Also, try to contact Oa. Wrong universe, but worth a try.

>>35479280
> “You know Monsieur, it gets lonely in space…”
Can you do me a favor and....RECOMMEND ME A GOOD BOOK?!?

So since it's pretty quiet at the moment, are we on a quest to fuck every single alternate version of Batman?

BTW, yes

>>35479280
>“Is Bruce Wayne as handsome as you are, Monsieur?”
On the one hand I do actually want to not be useless, but on the other hand, a little slutty frenchness is damn tempting. Just this once.

>>35479280
>“Is Bruce Wayne as handsome as you are, Monsieur?”

I guess we can get to business right after this. Lumiere seems a little infatuated, it'd be a shame not to indulge that just for shits and giggles.

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> “Do you like books, Monsieur?”

Right, what did Vicky and Ellie tell you when you said you really wanted a boyfriend.

“You need common ground!”

“That’s right, common ground!”

Hm… You tilt your head, looking at him over his shoulder. “Do you like books, Monsieur?”

He blinks, looking at you confusedly, then looks back at the road. “Uh… I think books are okay?” Mon Dieu! Common ground established! “Why do you ask?”

You shrug. “Well, I just recently reread Vingt mille lieues sous les mers, I am a big fan of Jules Verne, you see. And I was wondering what your opinion on Les Voyages Extraordinaires. I was about to read L’Invasion de la mer actually, have you read that yet, Monsieur?”

He glances carefully at you, then back at the road. “Never heard of it.”

“Oh.” Hm, perhaps he is not a fan. “Well, perhaps you like Louis Henri Boussenard? I know he does not very much like Americans but his works are very funny! Just…” He looks at you, very confusedly. “How about Robert Louis Stevenson?”

He smiles a bit at you. “Listen, I’m not much of a scholar, okay? Plus I’m…” He shrugs. “I’m spoken for.” Oh. Aw… “Sorry.”

Atom huffs. “Jeez, finally.” You pout very angrily at Monsieur Atom. How dare he!

“Look, I-“ The Batman is interrupted by a beeping from his computer. He taps a button. “Batman here.”

“Batman,” a young woman’s voice resonates through the radio. “There’s another Tear disturbance downtown.”

“Can it wait?”

“Uh… not really. There’s some guy- A lot of them actually, calls himself Billy and he’s not exactly friendly.”

> Let’s go, we might as well.
> The mission first, this can wait.
> Write in

>>35479780
> Let’s go, we might as well.
Lumi got this, y'all go back to the cave

>>35479780
>> Let’s go, we might as well.

>>35479780
>> Let’s go, we might as well.

>>35479780
>Let’s go, we might as well.

It's only polite. And superheroic.

>>35479780
> Let’s go, we might as well.

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> Let’s go, we might as well.

“Let’s go then, Monsieur. We might as well since we are close!” you say.

Batman grunts. “Alright. We’re on our way. Where are they at?”

“The Gotham City War Museum,” says the woman (henceforth referred to as Mission Control). “Be on the lookout though, these guys are really chaotic and there is a heaping lot of them.”

“We’ll get to it. And Max, let the Old Man know we’ve got visitors coming in.”

Max (henceforth not referred to as Mission Control) says, “Alright, Batman. Stay frosty.”

Chaselon does a smile with his eyes. “Oh, I get it. Because it is relatively cold here in Gotham City. Very frosty indeed!” Chaselon, please.

The Batmobile tilts right as it flies between the towering skyscrapers of Gotham City. You look around, they don’t call it the City of the Night for nothing. Tonight is no different for Gotham City it seems either. But everything is so… advanced. This is nothing like the stories you have read.

“Alright, we’re here,” says Batman. “This should be relatively straightforward, but we’ll split into two teams to cover more ground quickly.”

Who should you partner up with?

> Chaselon
> The Atom
> The Batman
> Write in

>>35480112
> The Batman

lets not put all the GL eggs in one basket

>>35480112
>> The Atom
Because why not.

>>35480112
> The Batman
Might as well take advantage.

>>35480112
>Write in

There's still that dimensional crisis going on. Is it really wise to split up when everything and anything could possibly show up to mess up our day?

>>35480112

> The Batman
> Tell Chaselon this is an excellent moment to encourage camaraderie between Green Lanterns and other heroes.

>>35480112
>>35480172
This, but if we do end up splitting up
>> The Batman

>>35480112
> The Batman

>>35480112
>The Atom

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> The Batman

“Monsieur Batman, I’ll go with you,” you say. You look back to the Atom and Chaselon. Chaselon himself looks quite disappointed that he doesn’t get to be working with you. “Chaselon, you have the important task of inspiring camaraderie between the Green Lantern Corps and the Justice Society.”

Chaselon stops his moping then looks at Atom. “Really?” He offers his tentacle to Atom. “It is nice to meet you, I am Green Lantern-“

“I already know who you are,” says Atom. “Let’s get this over with, time’s a wasting.”

The Batmobile lands right outside the museum. You can see people flee the area under the watchful eye of the Gotham City Police Department. Around you can see faint white dots, barely noticeable, but certainly there. Those must be tears just waiting to happen. You all dismount and start running up to the museum. “Follow me,” the Batman commands.

And you gladly obey.

Chaselon and the Atom hurry over to the rear entrance while you and Batman take up the main hall. You haven’t heard of the Gotham City War Museum, so this is relatively new territory. You run inside to see a huge hall, like the Congressional Building at Washington D.C. Around you are exhibits of weapons, uniforms of the American military, and other powers. Some of these are quite foreign to you.

“Alright,” says the Batman. You both walk around, hearing the loud commotion of lots of things being moved around deeper in the museum. “I’ll head up to the ceiling, you catch his attention.”

You frown at him. “Why should I catch his attention?”

“Cute girl like you?” he smirks. “You’ll catch anyone’s.”

[1/2]

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>>35480556
[2/2]

Oh, your heart is melting and you can feel the heat rising to your cheeks. That’s the first time a boy your age called you cute! Ehehehe… He rockets up to the darkened ceiling, and disappears into the blackness.

That just leaves you to wander around. You ball up your ring hand into a fist and let the cool green glow calm you down a bit as you walk softly. As Monsieur Roosevelt once said, speak softly, carry a big stick. And you have the biggest stick here. The museum itself as you walk in further looks trashed. Cases are smashed, entire exhibits are missing, all that stuff.

Finally however, you see the problem. A heck of a lot of teenage boys in red suits. Six of them immediately raise a flag over a rock. “I hereby claim this dimension in the name of Billy Numerous!” yells one of them. They all cheer, throwing helmets and hats up into the air. “Good job, Billy!” “You’re the best, Billy!” “We’ll show these here prettyboys the business, Billy!”

One of them looks over to you, and whistles. “Whoowheee, butter my biscuit and call me a pastry.” He slides over to you, grinning. “Hey there, little lady, my name’s Billy Numerous.” Another copy of him immediately phases next to him, in the same pose. “And this here’s my friend, Billy Numerous. Couldn’t help but notice that you had some legs going from here to Kalamazoo.”

… is he hitting on you? Are they- wait- what?

Another pair of Billy’s comes over. “Well, hey, hey, who’s the cute little girl here?” One of them looks down. “Whoowheee, nice outfit, Missy, leaves very little to the imagination! How about giving Billy a name and some digits?”

> Ugh, pervert! (Slap them)
> I am the Green Lantern
> The only thing I’ll give you is a whipping!
> Write in

>>35480582
> The only thing I’ll give you is a whipping!
They're gonna enjoy it...

>>35480582
>> Ugh, pervert! (Slap them)

>>35480582
>> The only thing I’ll give you is a whipping!

>>35480582
> I am the Green Lantern
"I am the Green Lantern on Earth. You are under arrest, cease your actions and come with me!"

>>35480582
>Ugh, pervert! (Slap them)
>Write in

that's sure to get all of their attention and when they close in manifest a giant vacuum.

>>35480582
>> Write in
make them fight over you

>>35480582
>> Ugh, pervert! (Slap them)
All of them.
At the same time.

>>35480582
So fresh with us.
>Ugh, pervert! (Slap them)
All of them, at the same time

>>35480645
Do we know about vacuums? I mean we are from WWII, maybe like giant nets or something.

>>35480582

>>35480674
Actually, this is funny. Switching from >>35480641
to
>>35480674

>>35480582

I'll go with this option:

>>35480674

>>35480709
Wait shit I remember they did exist

>>35480709
They were invented, but were luxury items until after WWII.

>>35480582
> Ugh, pervert! (Slap them)

>>35480674
Wait this is nice

>>35480674
This sounds hilarious.

>>35480674
God this would be fantastic

>>35480674
Oh yes

>>35480582

I am >>35480645
But I like this one more: >>35480674

> Write in

You put on your best cutesy frown. “Oh, dearest moi!” You also set your French accent to SEXY. “I was just wandering around this lovely museum of history and culture of Gotham City when I found myself lost!” You place the back of your hand on your forehead, squealing. “Oh, my, my, if only there were some lovely helpful man to guide me along, I would just be so…” you breath in, pushing up what assets you have and standing on the very tips of your toes. “… grateful.”

…

Billy Numerous pushes Billy Numerous. “Well…” he grins, wrapping his arm around you. You flutter his eyes at him, smiling. “It just so happens that Billy Numerous here knows his way or two around a little folk history. See, when the Germans bombed Pearl Harbor-“

Billy Numerous pushes him off. “Ah, screw you, Billy, I seen her first!”

“Hey!” Billy Numerous walks over, glaring at all the rest. “I’m the original Billy Numerous, that means I get the girl!”

“You ain’t the original Billy, I am!” yells Billy Numerous.

“The hell you ain’t!” shouts Billy Numerous. With that, he punches Billy Numerous, flooring him. You scream a bit, pretending to be scared when really you’re trying not to laugh. “I seen her first, that means I get dibs, Billy!” Billy Numerous proceeds to come over and kick Billy Numerous in the rear, knocking him over.

Soon enough, you have yourself a full riot of Billy Numerous’, all punching, kicking, and screaming at each other in your name.

Wow, you’ve never had boys fight over you before. This is exciting! You look up to see the Batman in the rafters. He looks at you, with a quirked brow. You shrug, smiling. Well, this problem has solved itself-

[1/2]

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>>35481051
[2/2]

The wall explodes. All the Billys shout and yelp in confusion as they’re floored by rubble and smoke. In rolls in one of the hugest tanks you have ever seen in your life. Billy Numerous pops out of the hatch, laughing. “Ahaha! Hey, Billy, lookie here! I stoled me one of them kraut panzers!”

Another wall explodes, with another tank of the exact make as well coming through. Billy Numerous pops out of that hatch as well. “Hey, Billy! Let’s have a race!”

You look around, not even your charms can help you here. There’s a tear here actually, just on the opposite wall. Maybe with enough willpower…

> Open the tear (Roll 1d20 Best of Three)
> Manifest a construct (Roll 2d20 Will + Shaping Best of Three)
> Write in

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>35481072
>> Open the tear (Roll 1d20 Best of Three)
I don't see why we couldn't

Why would we open the tear?

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>35481072
> Open the tear (Roll 1d20 Best of Three)

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>35481072
>> Open the tear (Roll 1d20 Best of Three)
What now?

>>35481100
Because.

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>35481100
So we can shove Numerous in

>>35481100
to shove the billies in

>>35481090
>>35481103
>>35481116
Wait, why actually open a tear? Aren't we trying to fix them?

>>35481116
>>35481125
>>35481127
But isn't it bad for, you know, reality?

Rolled 20, 13 = 33 (2d20)

>>35481072
> Manifest a construct (Roll 2d20 Will + Shaping Best of Three)

French tanks to fight the German tanks!

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> Open the tear

You blast the white dot. It whines as it starts swirling open. All the Billy Numerous’ stare at it, dumbfound until it grows larger, large enough for a tank. You’ll suck them all into this tear and that will be-

A tank rolls out of the tear, screeching to a halt.

…

Okay, that was not something you were expecting.

Out of the hatches pop a teenage girl wearing a helmet and goggles. She brushes back her brown hair out of her eyes and looks around. “Huh. Where the fuck are we?” More girls pop out of the hatches, looking around. “Kitten, I think we’re in between dimensions again.”

“Damn it,” says the Radio Operator. “Not again.”

Billy yells, “Well hey! We got ourselves a couple of tanks too! Load up the gun, Billy!”

“Oh shit!” yells the Commander. “Ramirez! HVAP!” They immediately button up and start backing away, away from the tear.

NONE OF THIS IS GOING WELL.

The Billy tank fires, smashing a column. The other Billy tank traverses its turret towards the much smaller in comparison Tear Tank that you pulled through.

Batman drops down to you, punching a charging Billy down to the ground. “We have to get these rednecks into that Tear!”

How?

> Manifest something (Roll 2d20 Will + Shaping Best of Three)
> Ask them politely
> Write in

Rolled 13, 4 = 17 (2d20)

>>35481072
>> Manifest a construct (Roll 2d20 Will + Shaping Best of Three)
>>35481229
Huzzahs

>>35481264
>> Ask them politely

Rolled 5, 5 = 10 (2d20)

>>35481264
>>35481272

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>hypercrisis

Rolled 19, 3 = 22 (2d20)

>>35481264
> Manifest something (Roll 2d20 Will + Shaping Best of Three)
>Ask them politely
Manifest a megaphone:
"Attention Billy Numerous. Your existence here on this dimension is causing these tears and tearing reality apart. Please, return from where you came from!"

Rolled 1, 7 = 8 (2d20)

>>35481264
>> Manifest something (Roll 2d20 Will + Shaping Best of Three)
Giant ass broom to sweep them in

>>35481264
> Ask them politely

>>35481264
> Ask them politely

>>35481264

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Rolled 16, 18 = 34 (2d20)

> Manifest something (Roll 2d20 Will + Shaping Best of Three)

A giant dustpan & brush.

>>35481264
> Ask them politely

This is a museum! Stop fighting! si vous plait (push assets up)

> Manifest something (CRIT FAIL: WILL)

You fly up and blast out a giant green construct of a broom and a dustpan. It’s time to sweep up crime! Hehehe… yeah you better not say that. You might look stupid. You start brushing up Billy’s into the dustpan, and they all yell and shout in confusion.

Then one of the tanks rolls up and smashes the broom with its sheer weight. DAMN IT.

The Tear Tank opens its hatch, showing the commander again. “Alright! Point blank shot into that engine block, go!” The gun fires, smashing the engine of the big Billy tank and setting it ablaze. All the Billy’s crewing it jump out of the hatches, coughing and wheezing. “Nice shot, Nancy!”

The other Billy Tank starts rolling around, turning its turret every which away in complete chaos.

The Batman hops down, smashing the hatch open and pulling a Billy out of the Commander’s seat. He jumps in, and in you hear the muffled yells and cries of Billy’s inside. Oh, you’d hate to be them.

Another wall explodes. More Billy’s fly out in defeat, and right into the tear. Chaselon and the Atom run through, Chaselon wielding a pair of drills for offense. “Green Lantern Berger, we are here to assist!”

> Manifest something (Roll 2d20 Will + Shaping Best of Three)
> Combine your power with Chaselon (Roll 1d20 Shaping Best of Three)
> Write in

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>35481729
> Combine your power with Chaselon (Roll 1d20 Shaping Best of Three)

big ass net

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>>35481748
That's a big net.

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>35481729
>> Combine your power with Chaselon (Roll 1d20 Shaping Best of Three)
This is one big mess

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>35481748
And what a net it is. I support.

>>35481264
>>35481729

I was missing the good old LGA days. Good to see Trudy and crew back in action.

>>35481748
Nice net

>>35481855
Hopefully they realize that the tank they just fired at isn't retrofitted for Tankery.

> Combine your power with Chaselon

“Chaselon!” you yell. You point your ring up and form giant strands of rope up on the ceiling. Chaselon nods, then forms four stakes. He throws them downward, drilling them into the ground around the huge crowd of all the Billy’s. You bring the net down, pinning them all down to the floor. The ropes wire themselves around the stakes.

The Batman grins, jumping down next to you. “Nice one!”

“In the name of the Green Lantern Corps, we are throwing you out of this dimension!” says Chaselon. You wring the net together, tying them all up. They all yell and scream in protest as you hover the bag of Billy’s in the air.

One of them pokes his face out from between the ropes. “Can’t we have dinner and a movie first!?” he cries. You roll your eyes. You and Chaselon throw the net right into the Tear. They all scream as they fall in through the dimensions.

The Atom says, “They’ll be returned to their own dimension. Should be well-enough. This’ll just be a bad dream to them.”

The Tear Tank you brought rolls up to the tear. All five of the girls poke their heads out, smiling at you. The Commander says, “We’ll be going too! Nice work out there, sweetie.” She points her finger to you, clicking her tongue. “You got an ass on you by the way.”

The Radio Operator looks up at her. “Do you have to do this now?”

“Come on, it’s a compliment!” says the Commander.

The Driver says, “Well next time, someone give me directions. I don’t want to take another wrong turn at Albuquerque, holy shit.”

The Gunner says, “Oh, I’m sure we’ll be returned to our dimension soon enough.”

“Righto!” says the Commander. “Back into the void we go!” They roll in, disappearing just as the tear shuts close.

[1/2]

>>35482080
[2/2]

That leaves you in Gotham War Museum with a burnt out tank and a wrecked interior. “Well,” says the Atom. “That was a hell of a thing.”

“Yes!” says Chaselon. “It was an extraordinary adventure we just embarked upon I would say!”

> “Let’s head to the Manor.”
> “Good work, Chaselon!”
> “I don’t think we’ve seen the last of Billy Numerous.”
> Write in

>>35482110
>> “Let’s head to the Manor.”
Back to what we originally came here for, discovering Batman's secret identity

>>35482110
>> “Good work, Chaselon!”
>> “Let’s head to the Manor.”

>>35482110
>“Let’s head to the Manor.”
> “Good work, Chaselon!”

Rolled 18, 6 = 24 (2d20)

>>35482110
> “Good work, Chaselon!”
> “Let’s head to the Manor.”
We need to regroup and figure how to fix the tears.

>>35482110
>> “Let’s head to the Manor.”
>> “Good work, Chaselon!”

>>35482110
> “Let’s head to the Manor.”

>>35482110
> “Good work, Chaselon!”
> “Let’s head to the Manor.”

>>35482080
Oh Trudy, you're such a huge fucking lesbo

>>35482159
shes bi

>>35482080
Trudy, you already have your hands full with just Kitten and Fairless alone. You cannot handle 3 waifus.


> “Good work, Chaselon!”
> “Let’s head to the Manor.”

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> “Let’s head to the Manor.”
> “Good work, Chaselon!”

You pat Chaselon on his crystalline ball structure of a body. “Good work, Chaselon!” He gets giddy, twiddling his tentacles a bit and shifting from side to side. “Anyway, Monsieur Batman. We must go to the Manor, oui?”

“Right,” says the Batman. “Atom, you might like the Old Man. He’s got an interest in the sciences like you do.”

“Joy,” says the Atom. “Let’s just go.”

…

…

The Batmobile flies in beneath the caves of Wayne Manor. So this is where the Batman holes up. It lands in on a platform lit only by the moonlight from above. You all step out and walk behind the Batman. “Listen, he can be a bit testy, so let’s try to keep things simple.”

“Oh, the Green Lantern Corps is known for its mediation skills, Batman!” says Chaselon.

“I’ve heard that before,” he says.

With that, you walk past a giant iron door and into another part of the Batcave. There, you see many suits behind a glass exhibit, and a great big computer partially buried into the cave wall. At the chair, you see an old man, a cane by his side. He turns to you all, showing off his immediately and constant glare. “Well. So you’re the Dimension travelers.”

You nod. “Green Lantern Berger and Chaselon, and the Atom,” you say.

He nods as well. “Bruce Wayne.”

You smile at him. “Pardon, Monsieur, for asking… were you Batman?”

He looks over at Batman, then says, “When I was a little boy, my parents were taken away from me by a punk with a gun.” He hobbles over to you. “My faithful butler Alfred took me in, cared for me, raised me right. And then finally, the day arose when I learned…”

He pauses, look at you.

No. It can’t be.

“Alfred was Batman,” he says.

> “Really!?”
> “No…”
> “… really?”
> Write in

>>35482534
>> “Really!?”
I believe it

>>35482534
> “No…”

I don't believe it.

Rolled 16, 18 = 34 (2d20)

>>35482534
> Write in
"Hmm... I don't believe it, but we can't dwell on this. We need to work on finding my friends and closing the tears."

>>35482534
>Bullshit

>>35482534
> “Really!?”
Believe him with all of your heart. It'll only make this funnier.

>>35482534
>> “Really!?”

>>35482534
>>> “Really!?”
We should believe it.

>>35482534
> “Really!?”
Just this once, he'll get his wish.

>>35482534
>> “Really!?”
I could believe it.

>>35482534
> “No…”
Wouldn't Alfred be too old to train the current Batman? Bruce had to be some kind of middle man.

>>35482534
>So you were Robin!?

>>35482534
>> “Really!?”
>> “No…”
>> “… really?”

>>35482653
Oh shit this

>>35482653
Ok, this shit is funny. Switching from >>35482591
to >>35482653

>>35482675
>>35482653
Seconding

Just for the gufaw we'll get from Terry.>>35482534

>>35482653
YES!

>>35482534
> “… really?”

>>35482534

Also supporting this: >>35482653

Hoisted by his own petard.

How far in the future is this?

Is it the 1980's?

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>>35482801
IIRC, Batman Beyond took place in the 2040s

>>35482801
Waaay past that. With Terry.. we're talking hover cars and shit.

>>35482653
This is too good.

>>35482801
I think this show took place in the mid-21st century. 2030s?

>>35482841
So we can strike another one on shagging every single version of batman there is.

>>35482801
Not sure if a time is ever said, but it's the future from the point of view of the 90s. Hover cars, weird ass fashion, credits replacing dollars, the works.
It's totally Shway.

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>>35482886

Pic related, sort of.

>>35482886
It was supposed to be like 40 years after BTAS/STAS I think

>>35482909
I hope we take "Schway" back to the 40s with us

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> “Really!?”
> Write in

You gasp, covering your mouth. “Really!?” Monsieur Wayne nods. This is incredible! And it make so much sense! A loyal butler, who upon seeing his employers deaths seeks out revenge for them! It is like Conseil! He avenges the death of Bruce Wayne’s parents by seeking out crime and justice throughout Gotham! And then…

Wait. Conneries! “… so that means you were Robin!”

…

The Batman covers his face in his hands, his shoulders shaking as he turns away and walks.

Monsieur Wayne looks up for a second, then nods. “Yes. I was Robin.”

“Ahaha…” You can hear the Batman laugh a bit. Why is he laughing?

The Atom walks up to Monsieur Wayne. “Well, tell you what Boy Wonder. We have a situation and I’m sure you’re already aware of it.”

Monsieur Wayne nods. “Correct. Tears forming all over Gotham and the world. The Justice League Unlimited has been working for days to shut them all, but with every Tear closed, another three open.” A dog comes down the stairs. OH DOGGY. The Atom nudges you, getting your attention again. “I assume that belt of yours is what’s keeping you tethered down.”

“That’s right,” says the Atom as he hooks his thumbs on the beltline. “Constantly vibrating at speeds fast enough to keep me at a stable level for dimensional stability.”

“Come on then,” says Monsieur Wayne. “We should compare notes.”

> Compare notes with the Atom and Monsieur Wayne
> Talk to the Batman (Topic?)
> Talk to Chaselon (Topic?)
> DOGGY DOGGY DOGGY
> Write in

>>35482960
>> DOGGY DOGGY DOGGY
HA HA TIME FOR ACE!

And Bruce is still a cool dude.

>>35482960
> DOGGY DOGGY DOGGY

>>35482960
> Compare notes with the Atom and Monsieur Wayne
We'll get right on it, but first:
> DOGGY DOGGY DOGGY

>>35482960
>> DOGGY DOGGY DOGGY
Just a little bit, we need to tell them about us being here for Sinestro and then we find out he was a Super Villian here

>>35482960
> Compare notes with... DOGGY DOGGY DOGGY

>>35482960
> DOGGY DOGGY DOGGY
SHINY BUTTON

>>35482960
Doggy doggy doggy

Oh monsuier doggy, with the help of Monsiuer Robin we will find my Professuer Sinestro

>>35483100
Bruce Wayne's nickname is now Monsieur Robin.

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>Just found thread
>LGA cameo
>Batman Beyond Batman, Chaselon, and Atom fighting BIlly Numerous
>mfw all this hilarity

I'm not sure what's more entertaining--the way this battle's gone FULL CRAZY, or the fact that Trudy is a frequent dimension-hopper

Rolled 9, 16 = 25 (2d20)

>>35483100
rolling to make stick to play fetch with DOGGY

>>35483136
Yes. Just to increase the hilarity.

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>>35482960
>> DOGGY DOGGY DOGGY

Ace totally isn't gonna punch a few holes in our hand, is he?

>>35482960
>> DOGGY DOGGY DOGGY

>>35483139
I still believe that Erika's "sister" is actually an alternate timeline version of her.

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> DOGGY DOGGY DOGGY

You kneel down before the cute little chien. “Monsieur Robin, what is your dog’s name?” you ask.

“Ahahaha!” The Batman laughs in the background. Chaselon looks at him, confused.

Monsieur Robin looks back at you, with a heavy glare. “… his name is Ace.”

Ace, lovely name! You smile at the little dog who sits before you. Certainly looks like a vicious hound but perhaps you can turn that around. You project a stick from your ring and wave it above him. He barks, panting with his tongue out. “Would you like to fetch the stick, Monsieur Ace?” He barks again. You throw it across the cave. Ace barks, running after it, then catching it in his sharp teeth. “Oh, good boy, Ace! Bravo!” You clap for him as he proudly walks back to you, then sets the stick down in front of you.

Oh, you wish you had a dog of your own. You kneel down and you kiss Ace on the cheek. He licks you in response. “Oh…! Little doggy doggy! You are sooooo cute I could just eat you right up!” He barks again.

Chaselon hovers up to you, confused. “Why are you so infatuated with the canis familiaris, Green Lantern Berger?”

> “IT’S A DOG!”
> “I love dogs!”
> “Don’t you have dogs back on your world, Chaselon?”
> Write in

>>35483337
>> “IT’S A DOG!”
>> “I love dogs!”
>> “Don’t you have dogs back on your world, Chaselon?”

>>35483337
>> “I love dogs!”
>Monsieur Robin
Super fucking good

>>35483337
> “IT’S A DOG!”
> “I love dogs!”
> “Don’t you have dogs back on your world, Chaselon?”

>>35483337
>> “Don’t you have dogs back on your world, Chaselon?”
We should check how sincere his question is. Maybe he isn't the pet type, or maybe it's not a custom he recognizes.

Hope Corgi when?

>>35483337
>>> “IT’S A DOG!”
>> “I love dogs!”
>> “Don’t you have dogs back on your world, Chaselon?”
Unless there's a great write-in, it really is the only answer.

>>35483360
At this rate, we'll be so irritating that he blurt out that he's batman just to end it.

>>35483337
>“IT’S A DOG!”
> “I love dogs!”
> “Don’t you have dogs back on your world, Chaselon?”

Tsk tsk, Chaselon. If you're so familiar with the name of the species, surely you know how significant it can be to humans, given its historical and evolutionary significance.

>>35483402
>Joker can never get a rise out of Batman
>little French girl manages to do it by trapping Batman within his own web of lies

>>35483444
The irony.

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>>35483337
>> “IT’S A DOG!”
>> “I love dogs!”
>> “Don’t you have dogs back on your world, Chaselon?”

Can we really fault Chaselon for not knowing about dogs?

>>35483444
Magnificent

>>35483337
>> “I love dogs!”
>> “Don’t you have dogs back on your world, Chaselon?”

https://www youtube com/watch?v=RikfOeBWFao

>>35483489
discoball planet must be a boring place

> “IT’S A DOG!”
> “I love dogs!”
> “Don’t you have dogs back on your world, Chaselon?”

You hug Ace, rubbing your cheek against his face. “Aww… it’s a dog, Chaselon! I love dogs!” You kiss his cheek again, giggling. He barks, clearly very happy with your care. “What’s wrong, Chaselon, do you not have dogs back on your world?”

Chaselon taps his mask a bit, pensive. “Well… as a consequence of our crystalline structure, my people never really developed a need for a canine companion or a comparable equivalent.” He smiles, hopeful. “We have nanomachines!”

“That’s not the same.” His tentacles and his mask droop in disappointment. “Come on, pet him!” you say. “It’s fun!”

Chaselon hovers down to Ace’s level. Ace looks upon Chaselon curiously. Carefully, Chaselon lowers his tentacle over Ace’s head and strokes it. Ace is receptive, panting and sticking his tongue at Chaselon. Awwwww…

“Hey!” says the Atom. “Get over here. I think we know what’s going on now.” D’oh. You let go of Ace and walk over with the Batman and Chaselon. The Atom and Monsieur Robin look over you three. “Right, here’s the skinny. As you know, the Dimensions are collapsing in on each other at an extraordinary rate. Each tear represents an entire universe that we may know nothing about. There are a few constants and variables across some of them, but not all of them.”

The Batman asks, “So how do we patch things up?”

[1/2]

>>35483946
[2/2]

“Simple,” says Monsieur Robin. “We shut down the original Tear, and that will result in the resetting of all the Dimensions. Right now, the Dimensions are so tightly packed that they are becoming fluid rather than rigid. “Problem is, we don’t know where the original is.”

“We know it’s the work of Vandal Savage,” says the Atom. “He’s used it to gain more men and materiel for his campaign in the War, but his overuse of it has caused this problem. We find Savage, we can end it real quick.”

You nod. “So where do we find Vandal Savage?”

“Hell if we know,” says the Atom to you. “But if we find him, we’re sure to find your friends too. You did that thing with the Tear, right?” You nod. “If Willpower can open these Tears, there’s no real reason to believe Vandal Savage isn’t exploiting that. He might have your friends hostage.” Oh dear, Professeur…

Chaselon nods. “Well, we need to find them then! The Guardians of the Universe depend on us.”

“It’s not that easy,” says Monsieur Robin. “Vandal Savage could be behind any one of these Tears. It would take us months to find him, months we do not have.”

You look to your ring. “Wait, Professeur Sinestro activated his transponder on his ring. We could track that to his location!”

“And you didn’t think to say that before?!” says the Atom. You shrink a bit. He sighs deeply, crossing his arms. “Alright, can you track it now?”

You and Chaselon activate your rings. It starts beeping, faintly, but it’s there. Chaselon says, “The stronger the signal, the more our rings will sound off.” He looks around the Cave. “Between the two of us Green Lantern Berger, we can cover the entire city in no time…” Chaselon… Chaselon is becoming see-through.

He’s fading out! He looks to you, apparently not noticing. “Perhaps we should divide the city into a grid.”

> “CHASELON!”
> “You’re fading out!”
> Reach out for Chaselon
> Write in

>>35483974
>> “CHASELON!”
>> “You’re fading out!”
>> Reach out for Chaselon

>>35483974
> “CHASELON!”
> Reach out for Chaselon
Bye everyone

>>35483974
>“CHASELON!”
> “You’re fading out!”
> Write in

Does the Atom have another spare belt or something on him? Anything in the batcave that can replicate the effect?

>>35483974
> “CHASELON!”
> “You’re fading out!”

Don't touch him!

>>35483974
> “CHASELON!”
> Write in
"Atom, can you anchor Chaselon before we lose him?"

>>35483974
>> Reach out for Chaselon
Time for adventure

>>35483974
>> “CHASELON!”
>> Reach out for Chaselon

>>35483974
>> “CHASELON!”
>> “You’re fading out!”
>> Reach out for Chaselon

>>35483974
>> “You’re fading out!”
>> Reach out for Chaselon
Does this mean we need to kill Elizabeth?

> “CHASELON!”
> “You’re fading out!”
> Reach out for Chaselon

“CHASELON!” you rush over to him. “You’re fading!” You reach out for him.

Too little too late. All you grab is thin air where Chaselon was. You stand there, dumbstruck. No. Chaselon… If he’s faded out, that means he never became a Green Lantern, or was never born, or… or worse! Oh no… Chaselon.

Monsieur Robin walks up to you, his glare even harder now. “This is getting worse now. It’s no longer restricted to Earth. We’re running out of time.”

“That’s right,” says the Atom. “Any one of us could change or cease to exist. We need to stay on our guard.”

You nod. “Oui, d’accord.”

“GL.” The Atom places his hand on your shoulder, surprising you. “Go and track your teacher’s ring. It might lead us to Vandal Savage, or even better, the Original Tear. Once you find it, alert us, and we’ll contact Justice League Unlimited. We’re going to need everything we can get.”

“I’ll go with you,” says the Batman. “You’re going to need some help.”

> No, I’ll go alone.
> Thank you, Monsieur Batman.
> Write in

>>35484342
> Thank you, Monsieur Batman.

"Goodbye, Monsieur Robin!"

>>35484342
>> Thank you, Monsieur Batman.

this>>35484383

>>35484342
>>35484383
yes.

>>35484383
Second

>>35484383
Haha, this.

>>35483323
Erika?

>>35484342
Aw man, is Chaselon gone for good? Or will fixing the Original Tear undo all the changes and ceased existances it caused?

>>35484543
Remember that episode of JLU with the time shenanigans?

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>>35484543

We patch up the original tear, everything should go back to normal--key word being *should*. Best part? No one will be any the wiser save those of us who patch up the tear.

Though honestly, I'm somewhat surprised that the timeline hasn't been rearranging itself that Terry gets turned into Dick or Damian.

>>35483323
Who? The Rookie?

>>35484646
I wonder what a 1980's Terry would look like.

>>35484383
You cheeky SOB. Let's do this.

> Thank you, Monsieur Batman.

You smile at Monsieur Batman. “Thank you, Monsieur.” You look over at Bruce Wayne and the Atom. “Goodbye, Monsieur Atom. Goodbye, Monsieur Robin!” You hear the Batman guffaw as he leaves for the Batmobile.

Monsieur Robin nods. “Good luck, Green Lantern. We’ll be in touch.”

“Yeah, kid, don’t mess this up,” says the Atom. “Work fast, the longer this goes on, the more the Dimensions collide and the more things get messed up.” You follow the Batman to his Batmobile. No need to ride with him though, you fly out of the Batcave with him and out towards Gotham City.

…

…

It took a few minutes of flying around, but you manage to track the ring’s location through the transponder beeping every now and again. It’s faint, but it is there. And where there is smoke, there is fire. You lead the Batmobile on with it flying right behind you. The Batman probably has a nice view of your behind right now.

Ugh, so wasted, you hope his girlfriend knows what she has.

You continue flying on until soon, the ring starts beep faster. It’s slight, but it’s noticeable. You look down to see a relatively large tear in the sky. You’ve circled Gotham twice, this is probably the tear you’re looking for.

> Go in
> Wait for back up
> Write in

>>35484780
> Wait for back up
But be vigilant for anything

>>35484476
>>35484697
Erika Weiss, the leader of the Magicians Crew who had her teleporting closet thing. It turned out that she had a twin sister that helped in her performances. Not sure how Trude ended up in their closet that one time, though.

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>>35484780
>> Go in

Wonder where this jump will take us. The Marvel comics universe? Magical Girl Liberty universe? Lego universe?

>>35484780
>> Wait for back up
>>35484810
yup

>>35484838
The MGLxMGL should be its own oneshot

>>35484838
MGNQ

>>35484780
> Go in

no telling when we might fade out

>>35484859
>LibertyxLumineré

I ship it.

>>35484942
Lumineré is a confirmed cock lusting slut.

>>35484963
Nah, it's just us.

>>35484998
She's french. Being a slut is in her genes.

Plus this is DC and all the girls are sluts by default.

Rolled 2 (1d2)

Since it's a tie, I'm rolling.

1. Go in
2. Wait for back up

>>35485011
Not to mention how many guys she's hit on. She might do girls, though; we haven't seen any girls come onto her yet.

If Lumi runs into Hal "I made out with all my fellow earth Lanterns' GFs" Jordan...RIP in piece first kiss virginity at the very least. Dick Grayson tier woman nip.

>>35485077
Red Tornado didn't count?

>>35485197
That was more fangirling. Lumiere isn't gay at all, and Liberty is more asexual than anything.

>>35485221
>asexual
>not FREEDOMsexual

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>>35485195

True, Jordan is a fighter pilot sex machine--but the fact that we were the ones that recovered Abin Sur's ring and not Jordan means that, at least in this universe, Jordan is still only a test pilot for the US military. If we were to dimension hop, then yes--there's a very real possibility of us coming into contact with Hal. Whether or not he'll be bro-ing it up with Aya, Kilowog, and Razer remains to be seen.

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> Wait for back up

“Alright, let’s wait here, Monsieur!” you say. The Batmobile hovers up behind you, its rockets screaming like banshees.

“Alright, I’m calling up the JLU, stand by,” he says.

Much as you’d hate to wait, you do not feel confident going in with no help. You wonder what the Justice League Unlimited will bring in for you. Maybe another Green Lantern, maybe Aquaman!

Ohoho… Aquaman. You clench your thighs a bit. Ah oui, oui…

Finally however, back up does arrive, in the form of the Atom being carried in by a huge man on a flying platform. He drops Atom on top of the Batmobile and offers his hand to you. “Orion. The Justice League cannot spare anymore manpower so they have sent me.”

You smile. “We are glad for your help, Monsieur.”

“The Tear!” yells the Atom. “It’s closing!”

You, Orion, the Atom, and the Batman quickly fly down into it as it begins swirling shut. You first, then Orion, then the Batman and the Atom. Through the Dimensions you go and now-

[1/2]

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>>35485371
[2/2]

…

…

You all hover above the ruins of Metropolis. What the hell happened!?

Orion hovers in place. “It seems Vandal Savage has leveled Metropolis in this Dimension. But what happened to Superman?”

“We can only assume the worse,” says the Batman.

> Spread out, try and cover more ground
> Stay together, they have to be here somewhere
> Write in

>>35485371
>Ohoho… Aquaman. You clench your thighs a bit. Ah oui, oui…

God damn ladyboners.

>>35485397
> Spread out, try and cover more ground

>>35485397
> Write in
Anybody that can go into orbit, fly up and see what happened.

Everyone else, site tight.

>>35485397
>Metropolis destroyed.

Fuck. This is Injustice, isn't it?

> Stay together, they have to be here somewhere

>>35485438
>Injustice.
SUPERMAN, KING OF EARTH

>>35485397
>> Stay together, they have to be here somewhere

Wouldn't be surprised if this is Injustice. Let's keep our wits about us!

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>Orion
>dimensional shenanigans
>no mention of Boom Tubes
Do we even Fourth World?

>>35485438
or MoS

>>35485438
Or literally any story where Superman goes bonkers. You have at least a dozen to choose from.

>>35485397
>>35485435
This, also do a city-scan with the ring while up there

>>35485728
Why is Superman so evil?

>>35485783
Because it's the only time he sells comics

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> Stay together, they have to be here somewhere

“Alright, we stick together.” You all hover down to the streets. Batman hops out of the Batmobile, and it immediately vanishes from view. Wow, that’s neat! Though, it does sort of remind you of Chaselon. Oh well. You hold out your ring, and see the beeping become slightly faster again. “This way.”

You walk through the dark streets of Metropolis. You’ve heard of it described as the Golden City, how it would shine as the sun rose. Now however… this is just appalling. “What do you think happened?” asks Batman.

“Worst case scenario: Superman became a Justice Lord and the world fought back,” says Orion.

Your ring starts beeping a little bit faster now. Yes. “This way!” You start running, and all the rest start following behind you quickly. You hop over rubble and rebar and all the debris of the ruined city. Occasionally you see a rescue worker here and there but nothing too serious.

Finally, you burst through a door to see Vandal Savage, talking to the Man of Steel himself. Around them stand masked stormtroopers carrying huge guns. You all pause in your step. “I’m glad we could come to an agreement, Superman,” says Vandal Savage. Superman turns to you, which gets Vandal Savage’s attention. “Ah, excellent! Another Green Lantern! Just what I needed. I don’t mean that sarcastically, I could use another one.”

You present your ring to him. “Vandal Savage, your-“

[1/2]

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>>35486007
[2/2]

> S@$YA)

“-time is up!”

…

You look to your teammates. “Um. Why are you all like, looking at me like that? It’s totally creepy.”

Batman walks up to you, confused. “Green Lantern?”

“Jordana Gardner. Another Tear. I’m up to speed,” you say. You scrutinize this creeper’s fashion. Ugh, so 1980s. You shake your head, brushing your red hair out of your eyes and looking upon Vandal Savage.

“Right,” says Vandal Savage. “I assume you’re here to arrest me.”

> No words, time to fight! (Roll 2d20 Will + Shaping Best of three)
> “You need to reset everything, if the universe collapses, so do you!”
> Write in

Rolled 10, 18 = 28 (2d20)

>>35486018
> No words, time to fight! (Roll 2d20 Will + Shaping Best of three)

Rolled 19, 6 = 25 (2d20)

>>35486018
> No words, time to fight! (Roll 2d20 Will + Shaping Best of three)
> “You need to reset everything, if the universe collapses, so do you!”


Tyrannosaurus Rex

Rolled 2, 9 = 11 (2d20)

>>35486018
>> No words, time to fight! (Roll 2d20 Will + Shaping Best of three)

>>35486018
> “You need to reset everything, if the universe collapses, so do you!”

I'd take out the trash, but fucking Superman.

>>35486018
TIME TO FIGHT

Rolls already seem done

SO I WILL SAY T REX

>>35486018
> No words, time to fight! (Roll 2d20 Will + Shaping Best of three)

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Rolled 9, 1 = 10 (2d20)

>>35486018
>> S@$YA)
>Ugh, so 1980s
w-what happened

>>35486218
A tear happened and Lumi was replaced by Jordana. Don't worry, she's up to speed.

>>35486218
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HgmxrphT06w

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>>35486218

Timeline shifted. Lumi never found Abin Sur's ship, this female version of Guy Gardner did.

>>35486269
Oh.
B-but she's going to be okay, right?

> No words, time to fight!

You shine your ring at Savage and Superman. Out of it comes a roaring T-Rex. And with no feathers too because those lame scientists who insist that dinosaurs had feathers are completely WRONG. “Time to nut up or shut up, Savage!”

Vandal nods to Superman, then says, “I choose to shut up.” A pair of his troopers follow him as he runs away.

“I’m going after him!” says Orion. Orion speeds off, surprising Superman with his mobility. He’s about to follow him before your T-Rex snaps his jaw shut on him. He struggles before he gets tossed to the side into a wall.

Batman and Atom charge the Stormtroopers, snapping their weapons in half and beating them up with either well-timed martial coordination or just raw strength. Your T-Rex roars at Superman as he recovers from his loss.

Then he fires his heat vision at it. You cringe, falling down to the ground in pain as the T-Rex gets its head blown off by the heat blast of his eyes. Ugh, this is going to ruin your hair and your clothes AND your-

> 22^%@!

Ah, merde! What the hell just happened!? Oh, SUPERMAN!

> Go after Vandal Savage
> Keep fighting (Roll 2d20 Will + Shaping Best of three)
> Write in

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>>35486405
>> Go after Vandal Savage

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>>35486383

Of course--maybe. Quantum shit's complicated. Timeline could shift again and we could get to play as Lumi again, or another human Green Lantern, or could phase us out of existence entirely.

Patch up the original tear, though, and things should go back to the way they were.

Rolled 9, 1 = 10 (2d20)

>>35486405

Keep fighting, Manifest Merlin, Arthur, and the Knights of the Round table.

Remember, the story with lancelot was by a French Author.

Keep fighitng

>>35486405
>> Go after Vandal Savage

Well, that timeline shift didn't last long.

>>35486405
>> Keep fighting (Roll 2d20 Will + Shaping Best of three)

we're the heavy hitter now with Orion gunning for Savage

Frankenstein monster

Rolled 4, 2 = 6 (2d20)

>>35486504
>>35486405
borked the roll like a tard

>>35486405
>>35486485
sounds nice except for that critfail

>>35486405
>> Go after Vandal Savage

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We need some more BAM POW KAPOW in this fight.

>>35486405
> Go after Vandal Savage\

Superman is a lame superhero anyway.

Rolled 1, 15 = 16 (2d20)

>>35486405
>> Keep fighting (Roll 2d20 Will + Shaping Best of three)
Guys, we need to hold off superman. Trust Orion to do his job.

Rolled 2, 11 = 13 (2d20)

>>35486485
>>35486583
Anons...

>>35486583
STOP ROLLING

>>35486405
> Go after Vandal Savage
> Write in
Fighting retreat. We don't need to beat superman, Savage is the priority.

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>double critfail
Christ.

> Go after Vandal Savage

You pick up a wad of debris and toss it at the Man of Steel. Only a fighting retreat! You quickly fly away after Orion and Savage, leaving Batman and the Atom to deal with the Man of Steel.

Oh dear, they are not going to last very long.

You blast your way through walls and rubble and finally see Orion and Savage, struggling as they stand before a swirling tear. Savage headbutts Orion, dazing him, then knocks him on his rear. “So long, Orion.” He looks over to you. “And so long to you too, Green Lantern.”

“Savage!” you say. “Stop this! Don’t you see what you’re doing!? Reality is collapsing! You need to stop this!”

He smirks a bit. “I am aware. But reality is so flexible. Perhaps out of the ashes, I can rebuild it. As I like it.” He jumps into the tear before you can react.

Orion recovers, wiping his mouth. “Go! Follow him!”

> Go after him
> Stay with the group, they need your help
> Write in

>>35486779
>> Go after him
>You go help the others

>>35486779
>> Go after him

>>35486779
> Go after him
Gotta stop him.

>>35486779
> Go after him

What's the GL kill rule in this quest's setting?

>>35486779
> Go after him
We trust these guys. All of reality is at stake!

>>35486779

To add to myself:
>>35486837
"See you on the other side."

>>35486779
>> Go after him

>>35486779
> Go after him

What's next? Nazi Lumiere?

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>>35486897

Even worse--Genderbent Lumiere

>>35486966

with a big dick

>>35486897
>Lumineré as Knives

All of my yes!

>>35486779
Go after him

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> Go after him

You nod to Orion. “Good luck. I will see you on the other side, Monsieur!” With that, you run at the Tear as it begins shrinking, and then jump in. The white void penetrates your eyes as you feel every fibre of your being be stretch and morphed. This is not like those other Tears!

…

…

You land face first onto a concrete floor. Ugh… You turn over, rubbing your numb and throbbing face as you look up. You’re in a huge foundry of some kind, with high walls stretching before you. And right in front of you is a huge rip in the air which glows white. You can hear whispers and static like from a radio emanate from it.

The Original Tear.

Around it are huge spires which spark and electrify and wired to them are…

Professeur Sinestro! Kilowog! Tomar-Re!

They stand in capsules, tied down, unconscious.

“Do not bother calling to them,” says Vandal Savage. You turn around to see him wield a giant gun, almost as big as he is. “They are powering the device that is keeping that Tear open.” You step back, your legs shaking a bit. “What’s wrong, are you scared?” He hefts his gun up, smirking. “This weapon is powered by the same technology that keeps that Tear open, using psionic and magical energy. Even I don’t know what it does,” he says.

You narrow your eyes. “This has gone too far. You need to stop this.”

“I have one chance at controlling the world,” he says. “I will not waste it.” He holds up a button and presses it. You hear Sinestro, Tomar-Re, and Kilowog scream as the Tear starts shaking. “Prepare yourself, Green Lantern.”

[1/2]

>>35487316
[2/2]

A great rotted hand bursts forth from it. “… SOLOMUN GRUNDY…”

A giant tree trunk for a leg stomps out of it. “BORN ON A MONDAY!”

A huge hulk of a man, with grey skin, almost like a zombie, bursts from the Tear. “CHRISTENED ON TUESDAY!” He turns his glowing yellow eyes at you. “WED ON WEDNESDAY!”

Oh. Oh dear.

Vandal Savage chuckles a bit. “This is the part where he kills you.”

This is the park he kills you, isn’t it.

> Manifest something (Roll 2d20 Best of three)
> Try and convince Savage to stand down
> Write in

Rolled 17, 19 = 36 (2d20)

>>35487345
>> Manifest something (Roll 2d20 Best of three)

A big bible to slap them down

>>35487345
>This is the park he kills you, isn’t it.
> Tell Grundy he can't kill us here: this is clearly not a park, after all!

Rolled 7, 16 = 23 (2d20)

>>35487345
> Manifest something (Roll 2d20 Best of three)
Summon Legion. We will overcome our fear!

Rolled 19, 4 = 23 (2d20)

>>35487345
>> Manifest something (Roll 2d20 Best of three)

A stone golem construct to beat back Grundy!

>>35487361
Gives a whole new meaning to Bible Beating...

>>35487345
Giant Bible, perhaps wielded by Joan of Arc

>>35487361
That'll do it

>>35487361
I actually like the idea of this so I'll add the +10 modifier.

>>35487361
>>35487460
>>35487478
>>35487480
I don't get it, can someone explain about Grundy?

>>35487503
We should say "Dead on Sunday."

>>35487503
Ouch, he got Bible thumped hard.

>>35487504
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Solomon_Grundy


DC comis Grundy is a cursed zombie man
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Solomon_Grundy_(comics)

>>35487504
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8oT2Y7BSnF0

Suprevillain bruiser Zombie

>>35487527
Or Buried on Sunday, rather.

>>35487345
>blast the ground underneath him into a deep fucking pit.

Rolled 13, 12 = 25 (2d20)

>>35487588
Fuck, forgot to roll

>>35487584
Smush him into the ground and free our allies?

>>35487538

Seems a bit fitting if you follow Savage's backstory through Final Crisis.

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>>35487345

> Bible Beating for Grundy

> And a little something special for Savage

Fuck you German, you faggot

>>35487731
For Savage, I'm saving summoning Professeur Sinestro.

> Manifest something

You grit your teeth, then bring down a Bible his size in front of him, stopping him. If you are going to throw the book at this Solomon Grundy, you will do it with the best book you know.

The Sovereign Lord is my strength; he makes my feet like the feet of a dear, he enables me to go on the heights. For the director of music. On my stringed instruments.

The Lord is my strength and my song; he has become my salvation.

You slap Solomon with the book, and he twists backwards in response, wailing. “Took ill on Thursday!” you yell. You know how this rhyme goes. You slap him again with the book, and he falls down the other way. “Died on Friday!” You slam the book down on him, flooring him. “Buried on Saturday!” You slam the book down again. “Mourned on Sunday!”

With one last wind up, you throw the book at him. With a loud bang, he flies backwards, screaming as he falls back into the tear.

That was the end of Solomon Grundy.

You look back to Savage, who aims his great big weapon. You smash the book down on him, pinning him between the floor and the Holy Bible. He screams, his head the only thing free to move under the weight. “Aahh! You little… let me go!”

You look down at him, glaring beneath your mask. “I am sorry, Vandal Savage. If the Lord wills it, he will know what to do with you.” He glares at you, trying desperately to get free. You run over to the capsules containing Tomar-Re, Professeur, and Kilowog and smash them open.

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>>35487837
[2/2]

They fall forward, fully awake and completely drained. “Thanks, kid,” says Kilowog. “I really thought I was going to be maggot bait for a second there, and without a fight too!”

Tomar-Re stands up, looking at the Tear. “Of course, but we must close that Tear. It is no longer stable.” You look at your ring. It fizzles and sparks a bit. There is very little charge left in your ring after what you have been doing with it. “It is now or never.”

Sinestro growls, looking at the Tear. “All of Will has been drained. None of us have the capacity to close that Tear. And if we destroy that equipment, it may destabilize the Dimensions and do untold damage.”

Tomar-Re looks at his ring. “No, if we call upon our natural reserves, we can-“

Kilowog scolds him. “That’s crazy. That’d kill us!”

“Just me,” says Tomar-Re.

…

Sinestro turns to him, shocked. “Tomar-Re, you cannot possibly.”

“I have to, for the sake of all Universes,” he says.

> “You can’t!”
> “Surely there must be some other way!”
> “We can do it together!”
> Write in

>>35487861
> “We can do it together!”

>>35487861
>> “You can’t!”
>> “Surely there must be some other way!”
>> “We can do it together!”

>>35487861
>> “We can do it together!”

>>35487861
> “We can do it together!”
teamwork and shit

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>35487861
>> “We can do it together!”

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Rolled 2, 14 = 16 (2d20)

>>35487861
>> “You can’t!”
>> “Surely there must be some other way!”
>> “We can do it together!”

Like hell you're gonna heroically sacrifice yourself!

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>>35487861
> “Surely there must be some other way!”
> “We can do it together!”

WILL, MOTHERFUCKER

>>35487861
> “We can do it together!”
Let's mediate first, then do it.

>>35487861
>> “We can do it together!”

>>35487861
>> “We can do it together!”

>>35487861
> Write in
Wait a moment, I have a good idea.

These tears lead to countless alternate versions of ourselves and countless other green lanterns.

We don't have to do this ourselves, use our rings to contact over versions of ourselves and other green lanterns to work together and close these tears!

>>35488020
This... might work...

>>35487861
>>35488020
This

>>35488020

Oh YES

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>35488020
Even better!

>>35487861

Seconding this: >>35488020

It's just crazy enough to work.

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>>35488020

Do we have enough Will to pull that off? Would we need to also call on Hope and Compassion to see that through?

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>>35488145
We just need Hope.

>>35488020
Crisis of Infinite Lanterns? Hell yeah.

>>35488197
All will be well.

>>35488216
How do you solve an Infinite Crisis? Infinite Lanterns.

Hell, there is probably at least one Sinestro of each color.

>>35488197
This.

Fear is the mind killer.
All will be well.

> “We can do it together!”
> Write in

“We can do it together.”

Sinestro looks down at you. “Lumiere, do not be silly. Even with the four of us, we are severely drained. Closing this tear would-“

“No, not just us,” you say. “We can contact other Green Lanterns, Green Lanterns that exist, that will exist, and have existed. Everyone single one of them. If we contact them now to come through and close that Tear… Monsieur Tomar-Re, I apologize if I am stealing your thunder but… please this has to work. No one will die today.”

Kilowog chortles. “Well, call all the Green Lanterns. I like that idea.”

“We work together,” says Tomar-Re. “We bring all the Green Lanterns here. But how?”

You hold up your ring. “I was able to track Professeur Sinestro through the ring. There is no reason we cannot contact them now through the tears.”

Sinestro places his hand on your shoulder. “Then make the call.” He smiles down on you. You smile back at him, then hold your ring up to your mouth.

> CALLING ALL GREEN LANTERNS
> THIS IS A DIMENSION-WIDE EMERGENCY, REPORT TO THESE COORDINATES

The Foundry Roof is removed, revealing Tears opening to reveal Green Lanterns coming in from all Universes, all Dimensions, from everywhere. Chaselon, Salaak, Ch’P, Stel, all of them. You, Kilowog, Sinestro, and Tomar-Re fly up and point your rings at the Tear. “Everyone!” you say. “Let’s close this Tear and save our Universes!”

Sinestro nods. “… In brightest day.”

“In blackest night,” says Tomar-Re.

“No evil shall escape our sight!” says Kilowog.

“Let those who worship evil’s might!” says Chaselon.

“Beware our power!” you scream.

> GREEN LANTERN’S LIGHT!

…

…

>>35488376
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Nothing happened.

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>35488442
BAD END

>>35488376
You blink, opening your eyes as you sit at a table. You sniff the rich scent of coffee. You look around to find yourself back in London. You pull up your newspaper, 1940. As usual. A few wrecked buildings lie here and there in the city, but it appears the Blitz is over. Huh.

You did it. You smile, chuckling a bit. You really did it. You look to your ring, which glows brilliantly green in the sunlight.

Monsieur Buckle pokes his head out from the café. “Oi, Lumi, finish up your lunch soon. We got customers coming,” he says. You nod, then he turns back inside.

Hm. Everything’s back to normal! Oh well, you might as well finish off your lunch-

There’s a bark, you look down to see a little corgi, sitting at your feet. Awwww, doggy. He smiles at you, wagging his little tail.

> Feed the doggy
> Lift the doggy up
> Shoo him away, you’re eating
> Write in