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>>46736862
You follow your friends through the crush of gyrating bodies, plowing towards a foreman’s office that has been repurposed as bar. Gordo counts your party up on his fingers, MeClarkLukeSammyMarcieJamesSarahJason, eight all told.

“Eight bearfuckers!” Gordo shouts, almost face to face with the swamped bartender. Clark visibly groans. Gordo turns, clasps you on the shoulder with one hand, swaying only slightly, “first round’s on me!”

The bartender disappears behind a shroud of waving hands, waving bills, waving glasses. A moment later and he returns, swiftly sliding eight shots into a row along the beer-slick countertop. Gordo stuffs a pair of crumpled twenties into the outstretched hand, and hands you your share of the loot. The golden brown liquid briefly catches the neon light: a dazzling interplay of colour and reflection that disappears in an instant.

“One! Two! Three!”

You toss the shot back and almost spit it back out just as quickly. It burns far more than a regular shot should; you see a few members of your group splutter and grimace just as you had. One-fifty-one probably, Gordo you cheeky bastard. You slam the empty glass back onto the bar and follow Gordo, Clark and the others into the fray.

>Cut the fuck loose, spending 35$ to reduce Frustration by 1.
>Focus on hanging out with your friends, spending 20$ to build relationship with everyone present.
>Try your luck, spending 35$ for a 50/50 chance of either decreasing Frustration by 2 or raising it by 1.
>Write in?

>>46736862
HYPE!!!

Hiya Jim Mac!

>>46736866
>Focus on hanging out with your friends, spending 20$ to build relationship with everyone present

Like an idiot, didn't actually fill in Money or Frustration.

CURRENT MONEY: $775.32
CURRENT FRUSTRATION: 1

>>46736869
Sweet dick that was fast!

>>46736866
>Focus on hanging out with your friends, spending 20$ to build relationship with everyone present.

>>46736928
had an auto refresh going on the catalog since a bit after the delay notice. I freaking love this quest, man.

>>46736866
>Cut the fuck loose, spending 35$ to reduce Frustration by 1.

>>46736866
>Focus on hanging out with your friends, spending 20$ to build relationship with everyone present.

>>46736866
>Focus on hanging out with your friends, spending 20$ to build relationship with everyone present.

>>46736866
>Focus on hanging out with your friends, spending 20$ to build relationship with everyone present

>>46736866
>Focus on hanging out with your friends, spending 20$ to build relationship with everyone present

>>46736908
>>46736959
>>46737081
>>46737122
>>46737128
>>46737142
Pretty darn unanimous, writing.

>>46736964
<3

(Appropriate jams: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lPZJkKscK9M)

In the chaotic sea of the mosh, you manage to stick close to your friends. Drink in hand, you sway and shuffle to the banging rhythms, faces in the crowd blurring together with the combination of strobing colours and hard liquor turning everything but your most immediate surroundings into a running tapestry of smudged colour. Immeasurable time goes by; you find yourself jumping and screaming, then shoulder to shoulder with Gordo and Luke, carrying Clark around on your shoulders, getting up close with the girls in your group and, at one point, Gordo. For a laugh, of course. Although hardly five words are exchanged between the eight of you, you feel an unspoken bond of rapport being born in the frenzied dance pit.

The music fades down, the grinding crowd grinds to a halt, the lights dim. A pregnant silence

“ARE YOU FUCKING READY?!” a voice booms over the PA. A few scattered cheers and whistles.

“I SAID ARE YOU FUCKING READY!” the tone more insistent. Corny, overdone, but the crowd responds and you can’t help but get caught up in the fanfare of screams and cheers.

“That’s fucking right! Because it’s time, and it’s time, and it’s time, for some fucking BLOWOUT!”

The screams grow to a fever pitch as the lights explode back into life, highlighting a costumed figure that steps out in front of the DJ booth. Through the flashing lights, you can see that it’s a man of on the light side of medium build, maybe 5’10. A blue skintight suit is adorned with rakish orange lines, everything razor-straight and sharply angled. Overtop, an armored vest in the same colour pattern but reversed is worn open, matching his gloves and knee length flare-topped boots. The ensemble is capped by a strange helmet that appears to be one part over-ear headphones, two part astronaut helmet, with the mouth left uncovered; it’s bared in a grin.

>>46737914
You recognize him instantly as Blowout, the sonic villain you read about on PHO.

You nudge Clark, “a fucking villain is the DJ?”

“Blowout!” he shouts over the din, not looking away from the spectacle, “he’s fucking awesome! This is his club!”

Blowout brings his hands up slowly, palms facing the ceiling. The crowd is hushed. He pauses when they reach a forty-five degree upward angle. His shoulders heave slightly: a deep breath. He slams his hands back down, and the room erupts with music, the crowd following suit. Blowout’s hands deftly twist and turn causing the music to pulse and vibrate, the rest of his body dancing just for show. You release the breath you’d held in anticipation, and let yourself fall into the noise and frenzy, body becoming one with the movements of the crowd.

The crowd and the music begin to swell upward, following the movement of Blowout’s hands like puppets on a string. The buildup to the drop is almost heart stopping; you feel as though you’re being lifted up and off the ground by the sheer dramatism.

The moment is ruined when an enormous crash rips from the back of the room, Blowout’s focus falters and so does the music. A veil of smoke and dust hangs at the source of the disturbance, right in front of the door you came from.

“This is my fucking turf Blowout! I fucking warned you!” a gravelly voice, far deeper than any normal voice has the right to be, rips through the air like a chainsaw through drywall. A hulking figure in a trenchcoat and a crude, featureless red mask lumbers out of the smoke, flanked by a five figures masked with bandanas and armed with a collection of pipes and chains. “It’s about time you got your sparkly ass the fuck off my property!”

You recognize the man instantly.

Meatgrinder.

>Get the fuck out of here!
>Find an impromptu disguise!
>Surprise attack Meatgrinder’s group!
>Move to make a surprise attack on Blowout!
>Stand by!
>Write in.

>>46737934
>Find an impromptu disguise!

>>46737934
>Find an impromptu disguise!
We need some sort of plan to endear ourselves to a faction, doing anything requires concealment of identity for now.

>>46737934
>Find an impromptu disguise!
Let's not end up having to register with the PRT/have someone have something over us.

>>46737934
>Find an impromptu disguise!

>>46737934
>Find an impromptu disguise!
bar towel across the face.

>Move to make a surprise attack on Blowout!
move to flank before we add the disguise, come at the party from the rear of possible, the right if not. unless meatgrinder buys his muscle out of statistical anomalies there defenses will be lessened there (the right handed have issues albeit small ones defending from attacks coming in from the right)

>>46737934
>Find an impromptu disguise!

How about we just focus on getting people to safety while the villians brawl.

Our freinds are more important here.

>>46738101
>>46738141

Blowout has done nothing wrong by us. Meatgrinder has.

We need to wreck that jackoff

>>46738235
...not actually my rationale...

meatgrinder crashed the party.

that bugs me...
>>46738101
>>46737934
if we detour past the bar, can we check if there's a bat or club for dealing with unruly people?

>>46737934
>Stand by!
Let's not get hasty, we have no real disguise and our friends might not be as stupid as Peter Parker's or Clark Kent's to see us disappearing and wonder what happened
>>46738235
Meatgrinder hasn't done anything to US, we beat a few of his guys while they were hassling someone else, just saying

>>46737950
>>46737967
>>46738041
>>46738053
>>46738101
>>46738141
We'll get a disguise on at least. Further developments may colour which side you take, if any.

>>46738291
I think Clark Kent uses his superhuman speed to vibrate his face, making it impossible to recognize him. I've read that much, at least.

>>46738235
We should get on meat grinders good side to get into his fighting ring and take his crew down from the inside after making enough money off of them

>>46738305
Yeah, from the Christopher Reeves era it was all mannerism, bearing, and glasses which could really be effective on occasion

>>46738291
>>46738305
that, and in a situation like this it's easy to slip away unless we're wearing weird clothes.

regardless let's hope meatgrinder doesnt' pull a leaf from Lungs book and have little compunction about damaging his people.

>>46738291
Blowout owns clubs and probably does other stupid crap, Meatgrinder's shitheads kick the shit out of kids.

Neither is exactly nice, but we'll take down Meatgrinder first

>>46738398
Beating meat grinder up here isn't enough to take him down, we gotta do something like this
>>46738315

>>46738432
No I mean we should if possible fucking kill him

What would rorschach do

>>46738514
no, we shouldn't. if possible we certainly should neutralize him till heroes arrive. barring that we should stand as a buffer between his minions and the clubs patrons. we may not be able to handle a super-fight, but mooks we got, and mooks we can stop.

while we're technoing up have some tunes
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4HX74UhgMFA

>>46738432
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>>46738514
The problem is his Classification, it makes me terrified for a fight with him alone. Brute 6. Durability and Strength, preferred method is rushdown. I don't think we can do that immediately, we need time to let our power find a weakness.

>>46738514
His whole criminal organization would still exist if we killed him anon

>>46738638
I don't know, he strikes me as someone too direct to hold a group together with anything but fear. I'm sensing a lot of parallels between him and Lung.

The crowd explodes into panic, bodies formerly crushed against each other for pleasure now crush against each other in search of escape, recoiling towards the opposite end of the dancefloor like a single entity. You move with the crowd, mind racing for options already. First step, separate yourself from your friends: an easy task considering the panic.

“Come *on*!” Blowout protests, not moving from his perch in front of the sound booth, “you already shut down my other place! Why the fuck do you have to come in here and make a scene!”

You’ve already thrown your peajacket into a corner, noting its location for later. Fortuitous that you chose your grey hoodie tonight: your purple RCU one would’ve stood out too much. You throw the hood on, keeping low and towards the edge of the room.

“I warned you there! All the money in The Bricks is my property!” the bulky man jabs a thumb into his chest to accentuate the point, “an’ I don’t like being stolen off of!”

Mask, mask, mask, you think as your eyes root around the room for something, anything. Mask, mask mask - there! You snatch up a dropped scarf, barely avoiding having your fingers stepped on as the crowd continues to back away from the the intruders. You hastily wrap it over the lower half of your face, tying it behind your head and over the hood.

“Fuck you! You cleaned out the stash I left at Dirt, I’m broke as fuck!”

Meatgrinder lumbers up the stairs to the catwalk, bearing down on Blowout’s platform. Gesturing to his henchmen to advance, “and I’m gonna clean you out for good this time! Bricks is mine!”

The henchmen advance on the crowd, weapons brandished intimidatingly.

“Wallets and phones!” the frontrunner yells, hefting a length of pipe.

Blowout’s helmeted gaze darts back and forth between the goons and the fast-approaching Meatgrinder, before settling on the more immediate target.

“Ah, fuck!” He twists his wrist towards Meatgrinder: a deep bassy tone blasts through the room. Meatgrinder ducks and a split second later, the wall behind him cracks and gives off a shower of concrete dust.

>Continue to wait for a better opportunity.
>Jump the henchmen, attacking aggressively.
>Distract the henchmen, try to give people a window to escape.
>Make a beeline for Meatgrinder.
>Make a beeline for Blowout.
>Write in.

>>46738830
>Distract the henchmen, try to give people a window to escape.

>>46738830
>>Distract the henchmen, try to give people a window to escape.

>If they try to get past/through you knock them the fuck out.

We save the civilians, let the two villains fight there shit out. Unless they jump us.

>>46738830
>Distract the henchmen, try to give people a window to escape.

>>46738830
>Distract the henchmen, try to give people a window to escape.
First priority is giving them space to wear each other out. I don't think either has a mention of exceptional stamina, so I can assume that they are just as vulnerable in that respect.

>>46738830
>Jump the henchmen, attacking aggressively.
Time to put on a show

>>46738830
>Distract the henchmen, try to give people a window to escape.

TAKE SOME MEAT-HEADS PIPE.
"now for a night out CLUBBING"

>>46738830
>Write in.

Let the henchmen collect the money then beat the shit out of them and take it

>>46738830
>>Distract the henchmen, try to give people a window to escape.
The fun starts now

>>46738870
No words, don't want any indication of identity, even voice.

>>46738912
yeah, probably, but I like puns.

>>46738925
I feel you, but this is where we get creative with imagery, not wordplay. Maybe some witty notes left behind.

>>46738925
Laconic speech not puns now isn't the time to talk.

>>46738830
>>Distract the henchmen, try to give people a window to escape.

Lets decide this now are we playing Hero, Villain, or In Between

>>46739033
Who's paying more and offers the best advancement? I'm tempted to say we go Hero, but Rogue could work well for flat-out dosh. I want to hear their pitch.

>>46739033
in between

nothing concrete yet.

>>46739033
For now lets just be a decent person, not saying hero of villain but just not being a dick.

>>46739033
I think so far it's been play In Between. Consensus last thread or so was basically Daredevil but willing to take money after beating criminals.

>>46739033
Let's decide that after some events.

>>46739033
Personally I want to go Villian or at least Neutral leaning towards Villian

>>46739033
I am leaning towards being a hero or neutral good.

>>46738849
>>46738853
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>>46739000
You guys are very organized in your thinking, I don't think we've had a single vote this entire quest that came remotely close to tying. Makes my job a lot easier!

Writing.

>>46739260
careful, you might jinx yourself talking like that.

>>46739260
Looking at the general Hero, Rogue, Or Villain vote, that seems t be the sticking point. We all know what needs to be done short-term.

>>46739260
First vote for me actually, finally caught up and wanted to see how you'd do with wormverse

>>46738810
Jim Mac, could you possibly make a Google doc for the capes?

Just as a reference

Shit. Shit! You take a few rapid breaths in an attempt to pump yourself up, already regretting what you’re about to do.

“Hey!” you push out of the crowd, squaring your shoulders and doing your best to look intimidating, “shitdick! Back the fuck up!” you extend your hand backwards, trying to signal the crowd to get back. Someone near the front seems to notice you, “fire exits at the back corners! Everyone go!”
The henchman with the pipe pauses for a moment, confused. It doesn’t last. He steps towards you, “who the fuck are you? Wallet and fucking keys! Nobody fucking move!”

“Fucking move!” you shout to the clubgoers over your shoulder, keeping eye contact with the pipe man. The four other thugs keep continue moving across the naked concrete floor towards the retreating crowd.

Shit. Shit! You think, sizing up your immediate opponent for an angle of attack.

Above you, catwalks clang metallically with heavy footfalls and bass blasts as the two villains begin fighting in earnest.

“Shit. Shit!” you shout, the lead thug lunges towards you.
~
Give me some d20 rolls family, top three get used.

Fightan music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zL9C_G0SR8s

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>46739488

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>46739488
Beat it!~ Beat it!~

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>46739488
Hit

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>46739488
>take the pipe and knock his fool block off

Rolled 18 (1d20)

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>46739534
Monotreeme being based as usual

Except weren't you involved in some weird fetish shit

>>46739618
I keep my magical realm separate from my /tg/

what does "based" mean in this context?

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>46739488
Thank fuck for top 3

>>46739510
>>46739518
>>46739539
Maximum success!

>>46739461
That's a great idea, I'll work on it during votes and link it once it has some worthwhile content.

>>46739704
Hey, if you want, you can make a copy of the Cleveland one and then just cannabalize it for rain city

https://docs.google.com/document/d/17fZMXeT5rwWpDR5ReopD8hEY803XGRnXrsaPxXLVGpM/edit?usp=docslist_api

>>46739672
I was being a little sarcastic, and yeah good call

You might not wanna use the same name though overall

>>46739901
>You might not wanna use the same name though overall
nah, I live dangerously.

see ya on /d/ or /diy/ or /k/ or...

>>46740003
(Probably /d/)

>>46740086
in/d/eed

It takes hold, a lightning bolt through your entire body, the world seems to sharpen into focus as though you’d had your eyes open underwater before. The pipe whistles overhead, your body jerks right, a miss. Outstretched arm, he’s overbalancing, overextended: the perfect opening. Your MMA lesson springs to mind; you don’t have time to consider whether or not it’s your power doing it. Your hand snaps out like a coiled viper, fist connecting solidly with his unguarded flank. The squish of soft flesh before your knuckles is delicious. The henchman stumbles forward, a wild backhand swing of the pipe easily dodged. You step back, hands high in the guard that Geoff showed you. Your stance shifts slightly, your power giving you a nudge in the right direction. He snarls, “fuck you!” and stumbles towards you, putting his whole body into a two-handed swing.

Stumbles. Your eyes snap to his feet, and register the faintest aura around his ankles. It’s curious, not quite something you could truly describe, but it’s still somehow familiar. You recall it from that first night, from when you studied the passengers on the bus. Target the ankles.

You snap back to reality an imperceptible moment later. Drifting left out of the potential path of his weapon, you funnel your momentum into a sweeping kick that connects directly just above where his feet attach to his shins. The henchman catapults forwards, and you neatly relieve him of his pipe as he falls. He slams to the ground with a sickeningly satisfying thud. The speed and visciousness of your attack bolsters your courage, your muscles feel as though a million volts of electricity are coursing through them.

All of this, in the space of ten seconds.

>>46740214
I feel like fucking Batman in an Arkham game

You snap your head around to survey the scene: the crowd is still crushing towards the exits, though a few in the front rank have slowed to cheer you on. Blowout is struggling to keep distance between himself and Meatgrinder, but seems to be fighting a losing battle: despite a barrage of booming sonic attacks, the hulking villain advances unfazed. The four remaining henchmen have turned their attention to you,

“Surround him! Forget the payout, lets crush this fucker!”

Fucking piss.
~
Give me another d20 roll or a write in, or both!

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>46740232
Beat the shit out of them and break their arms so they are out of the fight

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>46740232
Fight erratically and quickly and brain them with the pipe. Tell the bystanders to gtfo

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>46740232
DODGE

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>46740232
>pick up the pipe, throw the pipe between metgrinders legs to trip him, might get some in-battle credit with blowout

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>46740232
Dodge that shit

>>46740232
>Don't let them surround you

>Use the pipe to disarm enemies, broken arms in self defense are explainable.

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>46740232
Get the pipe, throw it at another goon's ankle or shin. Rush another Goon, slip past his initial attack and get behind him so we are outside of the ring of goons. Punch the shoulder of whatever side he tries to turn to get at us until someone else charges. Whichever side they are charging from, put goon shield off balance and kick him towards oncoming goon

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>46740251
Backing this plus we tie them together with what we can find

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>46740232
strike the closest one then use their momentum against the them self's

>>46740305
When punching the shoulder, aim for spot just inside of shoulder blade (Edge of shoulder blade closest to spine)

Beat the fucking shit out of them. Fuck em up for a long time.

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>46740232

DO A BARREL ROLL!

>>46740267
>>46740279
>>46740251

Sweet mother of memes, it's time to take these dingleberries to the market.

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>46740448
You forgot your roll anon, I got you

>>46740462
Correction: Absolutely, under no circumstances, do a barrel roll for the love of god.

>>46740476
Normally I'd admonish someone for sounding like a redditor when they say this

But you make it oddly endearing senpai

>>46740513
lets face it, tg and /pol/ have two of the highest crossovers of redditors-4channers.

>>46740543
/tg/ mainly because of all the gaming storys that came out of this place. God knows why for /pol/

>>46740543
/pol/ is utterly infested but it's not with reddit, that's swarmfront lad

I'd say it's /co/, then /b/, with /tg/ taking third and /pol/ fourth

in other news, I was looking in the wrong places for gear prices for equipping ourselves...

whats the British Columbia equivalent of the Academy Sports and Outdoors sporting goods store?

cause they're most likely to have basically everything we want or need. and have it cross referenced by price AND the equivalent of that place in the WORM-verse probably wouldn't look askance at cash purchases in small clumps...

>>46740715
We could always buy a flare gun. Shits cheap, burns like hell, gives a helluva punch if it hits you, and is generally non-lethal, albeit unpleasant to get shot by. I've heard of people shooting at cougars with em.

>>46740747
nah, wrist breaking things. we DO NOT want to do that...

>>46740715
Canadian tire would be the first place i think of for outdoors stuff.

>>46740747
Nah lets get brass knuckles and the shoes with knives

>>46740771
What fucking flare gun do you shoot that risk breaking your damn risk. The only flare guns that even use 12 gauge are Vietnam era or older.

>>46740804
Actually, lets get brass knuckles and steel toed boots. Steel toes hurt like a bitch to get kicked with, especially if they've got those snow studs in them (easy to get in B.C.), and brass knuckles are good for shit too.

>>46740804
The shoes with knives doesn't exist in practical form outside of mangas.

>>46740771
Your knowledge of flare guns seems to be rather dated.

>>46740856
You're right, but steel toed boots are fucking everywhere, and hurt like a bitch.

>>46740856
might be, that said it's too hazardous in lots of places. burning a building down is not a very heroic thing to do.

>>46740783
sounds like a car store...

>>46740899
>>46740850
can we split the difference?

or are steel toed work-shoes not common in canada?

boots might be too restrictive for getting around...

Your eyes dart left and right, wary of the henchmen as they start circling around behind you. As soon as there’s a bit of space between them, you make your move.

Exploding forth like a cannonball, you catch the first off guard with an upwards swing of the pipe. The metal rings in your hand when it connects to the goon’s bat, the wooden club torn out of his hands and arcs into air. Before he can recover, you sink your pipe into his gut, driving the wind from his lungs. A fleck of spit strikes your forehead; he crumples to the ground like a folding chair with a broken leg.

Feet slap the ground behind you. Without looking first, your electrified muscles snap and contort, your body twists in a blind swing. You hear the results before you see them: a howl of pain. You finish turning, and see a henchwoman, clutching at her face with one hand, hammer dangling loosely in her grip. Blood already seeps from between her fingers: the aura is clear. Your hand leaps forward almost of its own volition, striking the woman squarely in the face. That’s two down.

The two remaining henchman halt their assault, keeping their distance. They circle you, one on either side. Focussing on a stockier man with a tire iron, you see a glimmer along his left arm. That’s enough to go on.

“Come on shitbrick! Come and get fucked!” you yell, heart hammering in your throat. Not until you speak do you realize how fast your heart is pounding.

>>46740984
Upon doing research a lot of the snow studding is literally just a thing you slide over your shoe, so that should be easy, as for shoes it really depends on the brand, model, and thing you're buying, although they're stupidly pricey.

With a snarl, he leaps forward. Your pipe connects with his swinging arm before his attack can land, your weapon out-reaching his own. Something gives way beneath your pipe, and propelled by his own momentum he crashes to the ground. Even a cursory glance tells you his arms isn’t supposed to bend like that.

You wheel on the final henchman but are met with empty space: panicked footsteps slap against concrete, and you see him already halfway to the door.

Above, a heavy metal thud sounds. Meatgrinder advances, crude red mask made terrifying by the chaotic flashing lights. Blowout is sprawled out on the catwalk a good distance further than he was before, trying to climb back to his feet. Did Meatgrinder… punch him that far? Jesus fucking christ.

“Jesus fucking christ,” you swear under your breath.

>Chase after the last thug, never leave a job unfinished.
>Loot the henchmen, maybe they’ve got some dosh?
>Help the crowd escape.
>Go to Blowout’s rescue.
>Write in.

>>46741079
>Write in
Get the fuck out of there before Meatgrinder sees you holy shit.

>>46741079
Keep watching their fight and figure out meatgrinders weakness

>>46741079
>>Help the crowd escape.
Maybe sneakily grab some cash.

>>46741079
>>Go to Blowout’s rescue.

>"Can you two kindly take this shitfest somewhere that ISN'T a highly populated urban area?"

>>46741079
Supporting
>>46741130
While grabbing a few wallets on the way out.

>>46741137
This.

Weeaboo fightan music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5JrAz1BRWqo

>>46740513
I go on reddit almost as much as 4chan :^}

>>46741130
Meant to have this one as an official option.

>>46740783
>>46740984
Get them Canadian Tire dollars buddy. But yes, Canadian Tire is a great place to get pretty much anything outdoors related. If not, mountain coop generally has some good stuff.

>>46741079
>>Go to Blowout’s rescue.

>>46741153
Wow look at that big dick

>>46741149
Changing to
>Go to Blowout’s rescue.
>Study their weaknesses

Also how long does this fight have to go before the PRT get here? This fights gone pretty fucking loud now (literally).

>>46741214
>
Excuse me for being shit at coming up with speech lines impromptu.

>>46741079
>>Go to Blowout’s rescue.

>>46741079
check crowds condition.
>are they making their way clear?
[Y/N]
if Yes then
>Go to Blowout’s rescue.

if No
>Help the crowd escape.

rear-diagonal flank on meatgrinder prefaced by an attack to take out his legs or feet

>>46741052
the good ones(Crampons) may be stupidly pricey, but I was actually taking about regular steel toed work-shoes, with no skid treads, useful AND inconspicuous...

>>46741199
>If not, mountain coop generally has some good stuff.
I'll check that next...cause Academy has tire beat so far for offensive weapons, like knives, bats, machetes, etc.(not fully done looking through it as of yet...)

>>46741239
think of it like the cops, a few minutes minimum.

since the combat started there's been a minute, two tops...

>>46741239
It was more the tone than the actual speech. Being the snarky cool guy is overdone, it's going out of style. People are tired of it.

Also worm is a pretty lethal setting and acting like that will get us crippled or killed.

>>46741079
>>Go to Blowout’s rescue.
Save that idiot

>>46741317
True, but thats where watching the situation is important. This fight appears relatively low tier, its a territory dispute where I very much doubt meatgrinder is going to murder blowout, or that either side wants to kill the other.

If they were drugged out of there minds or weren't flexing there gang dicks I'd be more worried and conservative. As is we're basically in a rock paper scissors scenerio, where brute is inferior to us who is probably inferior to blow out and so on.

>>46741153
>>46741210
>>46741233
>>46741263
>>46741264
>>46741368
Looks like we just ran out of gum.

>>46741451
Make sure to study their weaknesses and get a good cheap shot in.

>>46741451
>assuming you live in BC
do you guys have Home Depot, Lowes or a comparable big-box hardware store?

and while I'd like to avoid Guns specifically, do you have any sort of Military supply or surplus chains?

>>46741656
Unless you want to get a gun illegally they arent that easy to get in canada and we have both home depot and lowes.

>>46741854
Canadian tire on nothing, gotta support Canadian business.

>>46741656
Flare guns aren't real guns. Hikers and boaters have an excuse to use em, and if we needed another bullshit excuse just shudder and say cougars, everyone from B.C. would sympathize.

I kinda hope we run into Alexandria at some point, if only to see our power freak out at Zero Weaknesses.

>>46741854
I wanted to avoid guns. I do however like the idea of small machete's and long knives(10" or there abouts in length) they're usually small and easy to hide, they're CHEAP compared to "fighting" knives (for psychological reasons), and they're tough, and if we're going toe to toe vs. brute we may find use out of a thing built to chop trees with

after that, a length of repelling line and a descender(so we can escape buildings and rooftops), a crowbar

>>46741978
>everyone from B.C. would sympathize.
Thats a cultural thing I'm not familiar with

around here it's coyotes, and a single shot weapon just does NOT do in that context.

>>46742112
There is always a weakness even for Mary Sues, if they don't have a weakness we make one.

>>46742112
...but she DOES have weaknesses, its just that those weaknesses are so far out of our abilities that the information is worthless...

Almost done guys, hang in there!

>>46742179
better be a ringer of a post man, I'm skipping my evening stroll to be here...

>>46742143
Read Worm.

>>46742149
Would our power show her weakness as in the way Taylor killed her? I don't think so, it seems to be showing weak points on the body, which she has none of. Even if it did show, I doubt we'd know what it meant in character, or be able to act on it.

>>46742235
I'll come out and say it, the way Taylor killed Alexandria was bullshit and shouldn't have worked.

If water didn't work, neither should that have.

>>46742112
Weaknesses aren't only physical, a tactical jab in the reputation and a fair bit of venom can do wonders. Besides, we're nowhere near her level, that's like saying that the president is going to take time out of his day to talk to you.

>>46742116

Basically, mountain lions were involved in a handful of incidents involving people and pets getting injured, attacked, or, very rarely, killed.

These incidents have, in many cases, been exaggerated to the point where people have an extreme dislike of cougars. I've even heard several people in B.C. share a conspiracy theory that cougars were artificially introduced or re-introduced to many areas to cut down the deer population and save the logging companies costs on saplings/sapling protection.

Some guy even went as far as to recommend loading flare guns with 12 gauge shells as a one shot way to take one down, which I later learned is a god awful idea.

With the henchmen out of the way, the front ranks of the fleeing crowd break for the front door, doubling the speed at which the club empties. You quickly get out of the way of the stampeding clubbers and start up the stairs to the catwalk. Your shoes, entirely unsuited for even light jogging, thud against the old metal as you race towards the dueling villains. Blowout has managed to get back on his feet and create some distance, letting of a staccato burst of soundwaves. However, it looks as though the blue and orange-clad DJ’s luck has run out: there’s nowhere left for him to go. The hulking Meatgrinder stalks heavily towards the trapped Blowout, a gravelly laugh more akin to a Harley engine being revved echoing against the high walls of the now very empty club.

Shit. No time for much of a plan.

“Meatgobbler!” you shout, fighting hard to keep a tremble out of your voice, “I fucked up your guys! Come fight me instead of that wet noodle!”

He whips around, and your pace falters. The red mask is crude, but intimidating. Two ragged eyeholes reveal glistening, bloodshot orbs, traces of spittle flecking around the jagged mouth-slits. The flashing, multicoloured lights don’t help either.

“Who the fuck are you?” his voice like an entire chicken being forced down a garburator. He stomps towards you, fists clenched. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“Ask your mom!” Your mom jokes? At a time like this? What the fuck James, you berate yourself internally. You hold the pipe in front of you diagonally like a broadsword, knuckles white.

>>46742226
>which I later learned is a god awful idea.
IT IS, FRACTURED WRIST BONES ARE NOT FUN.

>>46742265
water didn't work because it didn't infiltrate, bugs did because, despite her cleverness alexandria didn't give them any credit.

people have a reaction to drowning. holding the breath is NOT an instinctive reaction to creepy crawlies...

>>46742269
Never said she'd come to apprehend us, Endbringer event or some big name villain could show up at our city and draw her in.

Meatgrinder’s pace slowly picks up as he reaches the midway point between you, the DJ booth suspended between either catwalk. He strides through the booth, smashing expensive sound equipment aside in a shower of sparks. The lights continue to flash and gyrate, combining with the cascading sparks in a dazzling display. You study your opponent for weakness, scouring every inch of his body as he approaches.

“Too fucking far shitdick!” a voice comes from behind Meatgrinder. Blowout stands, arms raised. “I’m really going to fucking regret this,” he groans to himself. He drops his hands with a viciousness, more pushing down against the air than simply lowering them. You stumble back, forced by the sudden boom of a bass drop accompanied by a loud metal ringing. You look up, and manage to brace yourself against a second, a third. Meatgrinder is almost through the sound booth, almost on top of you, when a fourth resounding blast rings out. With an earsplitting shriek, the metal struts keeping the custom welded platform in place buckle under the repeated strain and the DJ platform is shorn free. Meatgrinder, scarce meters away from you a second ago, plummets along with the tangled mess of metal and sound-equipment.

“You owe me for that, dickhead!” Blowout shouts down to him. You’re still scrambling to process exactly what’s happening, peering down into the wreckage, when a combination of an electronic sounding pulse and an “aaaaaiie!” alert you to Blowout’s movement. The colourfully suited villain flails through the air, catapulted by a sonic burst. You quickly sidestep out of his path as he reaches your side, barely keeping his footing.

He dusts himself off, and faces you. His costume is even more eye-watering up close.

“Thanks for the assist! Let’s save the meet and greet for now, that won’t have slowed the big guy down for long. Follow me?”

>Follow Blowout.
>Leave him and the club.

>>46742374
>Follow Blowout.

>>46742374
>Leave him and the club.
nothing personal, just not a band scene fella

Okay gang, I'm gonna take a 45 minute break for dinner now, I'll get writing the next response when I get back.

You are a lovely audience, thank you for reading <3

>>46742374
>Follow Blowout.
May as well make one contact. It seems a bit odd that a Villain is allowed to operate a legit(?) business

>>46742374
>Follow Blowout.

BAD DECISIONS HO!!!!!!

>>46742428
blowout is a Tinker or a Blaster/Breaker/Shaker?

>>46742374
>>Follow Blowout.

>>46742374
>>Leave him and the club.
Tell him we have people waiting and want to make sure they are okay.
Best not to get involved in this just yet and stick more to the sidelines until we have a good grip on our powers.

>>46742374
>Follow Blowout.

>>46742374
>Follow Blowout.
I'll listen, and this is an opportunity.

>>46742374
>>Follow Blowout.

At a minimum Blowouts one of the villains who is on the right side of the unspoken code. His illegal activities mainly seem to be ordinance violations and illegal fight clubs.

>>46742453
Looks like a blaster/shaker. Controlled sonic attacks.

>>46742374
>Follow Blowout.

>>46742479
yeah, but the way tinkers work it could ALWAYS just be a tinker disguised as another thing...

>>46742499
Fucking tinkers.

>>46742374
>>Leave him and the club.

>>46742374
>>Leave him and the club.

>>46740850
Brass knuckles are illegal in canada

>>46742499
What if...what if we're the tinker?

>>46742571
So is running around beating the shit out of people, your point?

>>46740984
Canadian tire is essentially winter walmart

>>46742571
Athough knuckle dusters made of hard polymers are not

>>46742571
>>46742589
Though a baton that isn't springloaded isn't. We could take a segmented blackjack.

So guys, how do you think people will react when they ask what power we have and we tell them "we punch the shit out of people"

No, not super strength, not even durability, we just punch people until they stop hitting back.

>>46742629
I think that people would pay for our services to discern weaknesses. That's our gamechanger.

>>46742374
>>Follow Blowout.

>>46742629
Super Fighting instincts and mental defenses (whenever we figure out that we have that). That is all we should ever say. Leave out the mental aspect of perceiving weaknesses. NO ONE, not even our best buddiest ally should ever know we have that ability.

>>46742682
I agree with this best to keep that secret for now we should just say we are a well trained fighter.

>>46742703
Can't we just say we beat people up as our super power?

>>46742717
Either or so long as we are vague about it.

>>46742717
>>46742682
>>46742703
Guys, what if we said we didn't have a power?

>>46742781
We're clearly at super human reflexes.

>>46742629
They'd tell us we're full of shit, and they'd be right to do so.

>>46742781
>>46742819
Also non capes who fight capes tend to die young and die horribly. Hell look at the cleveland story, the stupidly experienced non-powered merc in that story went mad and died horrifyingly after going batshit crazy during a fight against a case 53 during an endbringer incident.

The other non-powered dude got k/o'd in 10 seconds flat with no recourse as well.

In addition, the dragons teeth in worm had a stupidly high mortality rate.

Literally every time I scroll by this quest, I read it as "Rapes of Cain City".

That is all.

>>46742865
But the key is to make them underestimate us. That track record only makes that easier. I also don't think we have Super-human reflexes, last I checked we were just good at martial arts. Stupidly good, but not powered.

>>46742589
Yeah but it's really harder to get a hold of them like you might as well get a gun for a better deal

>>46742910
Pretty sure half of our power was the weakness sensing, and the other half is peak human or slightly above peak human martial ability.

>>46742904
>every thread until you like it

>>46742966
There's also a mental defense power, we just havent had cause to use/know about it but it was stated in the rolling for powers process

>>46743002
Nice, that ought to help out vs strangers. No Nice Guys are gonna walk up and stab us while we smile at them and say hello.

>>46742966
Both of these aren't immediately apparent. If they expect us to be a regular guy then it might provide an opportunity when they hold back, only for us to get more time to analyze them. Overall, we should always either talk to opponents to stall before the fight, or study their moves on video.

So are we going villain or hero and what kind of either?

>>46743284
hero

but like DareDevil or MoonKnight

>>46743284
I'm tempted for villainous bent, but that depends on how Blowout plays this. And if the PRT decides to counteroffer when they hear.

>>46743340
This!

>>46743340
I like this as well just without any edgy bullshit, or puns thats been done way to much.

>>46743353
Im in the mood for a villian too, its usually more interesting then the hero

We're following Blowout!

>>46743464
>>46743353
The word "villain" in Worm is pretty flexible too. Like, the Undersiders were barely villains, the Travellers were only mildly more dickish, but villainous is definitely not a word I'd use. The 888, ABB, now those are villainous.

>>46743499
The only reason I even want to choose a side is backing. We need better gear, a support network, some sort of team if we want to do more than be an annoyance to most.

>>46743499

Villain is any super who breaks the law for any purpose other than justice.

If you use your power to jaywalk across the highway without getting hit by a car, you are technically a villain, if you use your elaborate tinker set up to game the stock market, you are a villain. If you run around the streets murdering people, you're a villain.

Only one of the above villains would get pursued with any real effort by the PRT. Guess which one it is.

>>46743551
I'd prefer to work solo, teaming up occasionally if necessary. I mean our powers barely even make us seem like a parahuman so we should stay as a street-level hero anyway.

>>46743551
If we choose to freelance we can make more

>>46743572
>>46743573
But that isn't what would help. More money would accomplish one of those goals, but the other two are very necessary. I feel that if we were to align ourselves with SOMEBODY we would get farther.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PNyVub2pxJY

“Alright, let’s get the hell out of here,” you reply, still tightly clutching the pipe.
He jogs off down the catwalk, and you follow him down flights of stairs and behind the bar; you remember to grab your peajacket on the way. Blowout crouches down briefly behind the counter as you catch up with him, and you see him withdraw a pair of kitchen-sized plastic garbage bags from a cupboard.

He tosses you one, “take whatever you want, not gonna be able to come back for it later anyways. Not that I payed for it anyways, but it’s the principle of the thing, y’know? Think of it as a thank you present.” He sets to stuffing his sack with assorted bottles. You hesitate, almost dumbstruck by his seeming lack of priorities, but grab a few choice bottles anyways. He empties the tip jar and till into a third bag, and throws open a door at the back of the office-cum-bar.

“Come on!” he runs through the door and around a corner.

“What the fuck have I got myself into,” you muse aloud as you follow him. The corridor leads to a dingy flight of stairs, at the top of which stands a door. A red “EXIT” sign glows defeatedly overhead. The two of you push through it.

The sweaty, alcohol infused mugginess of the club is replaced by the cool, crisp night air of Rain City. You stand in a dark alley, the only light from street lamps and a neon “EXIT ONLY” sign reflecting red and orange on the wet surfaces that abound. You pull the borrowed scarf away from your mouth for a moment to take deep gulps of the refreshing change in atmosphere, and see that Blowout is already jogging down the alley, orange boots splashing through puddles. You consider trying to head out onto the street; the distinctive wailing of PRT sirens changes your mind. You follow him.

“What the fuck was that about?” you ask as you keep pace.

“Meatgrinder’s a goon, he’d slug a rabbit for being too fluffy,” he slows down to a stop as he approaches an intersection, “this should be far enough.”

“That seemed like a hell of a lot more than a bunny.”

He sighs, “so maybe I set up a few nightclubs in The Bricks, and maybe I did it without asking. But so what! The Red Boys don’t even do clubs! The audiences barely overlap with their fighting rings. Hell, I was doing Meatgrinder a favour, bringing traffic into the neighbourhood!”

“Red Boys, Meatgrinder’s gang?” it wasn’t a term you were familiar with, but you could guess.

“Bada-bingo,” he makes a finger gun, which looks more than a little ridiculous given his oversized orange gloves, “thanks for the save, I coulda been hamburger meat.” He extends a gloved hand, “Blowout, but you know that already. Who are you? What’s your thing? Can’t say I saw much of your fight, but I gotta say, you need to step your costume game the hell up. Exhibit A.” He gestures to his own costume, grin flashing below his vizored eyes.

>Make a snappy remark about his own outfit.
>Tell him it’s none of his business.
>Give him a name!
>Write in.

>>46743688
>Write in.
He's weak and a villain beat him up take his bags and leave him for the Prts

>>46743688
Relatively new to the whole thing actually. Power set is a bit lame, all I seem to have gotten is super punching instincts.

>>46743688
>Who are you?
>What’s your thing?

"doubt I should tell you much of that, and I left my party clothes at home."

"and I don't have a name, at least, not yet."

Guys were never going to truly become a heavy hitter with our powerset so we should try and find a way to get more powers (through magic or sciene)

>>46743688
>Write in
"A man who appreciates liquor and money."

>>46743768
Read Worm

>>46743688
>>Make a snappy remark about his own outfit.
>Write in.
no name yet just trying to help . . .alot of people were stuck in their ya know.

>>46743768
Nah we need a tinker buddy making us shit

>>46743768
>we've only got one tinker in town and he's a local assassin.

there is no magic in Worm.

>>46743688
I'm just a guy who's good at fighting and tired of meatgrinder's bullshit

>>46743800
There is but it's power based

>>46743814
This.

>>46743688
>Make a snappy remark about his own outfit.
You look like a mix between daft punk and my little pony

>>46743774
>>46743789
>>46743814
>>46743864
>>46743884
I'll figure out a way to combine these.

>>46743800


Magic is pretty much a gimmick or a crutch for many supers (by calling it magic you can set arbitrary limits around it and an arbitrary practice framework, also act flashy).

>>46743688

>Make a snappy remark about his own outfit.

>"To be honest, I was just out looking for a good time, I haven't even gotten around to the whole costume thing yet, much less a name".

>>46743884
Also I'm very much a fan of this one, and would recommend OP use it.

What kind of names are we thinking currently?

I'd assume the master baiter and the fister are both names we couldn't get away with using.

>>46744084
Several Punches Man

>>46744084
Eye spy or Mr.Critical

>>46744139
>Mr.Critical
Maybe something shorter. Crit maybe. Still a good name.

>>46744084
Friendly Neighborhood Fighter-Man. Don't forget the hyphen.

>>46744111
The rule of trips says this name is now canon

Also laughing my ass off at that one.

>>46744162
We were bitten by a radioactive mma fighter

>>46744184
>not mike tyson

>>46743570
The tinker of course.

>>46744084
Nemesis?

>>46744367
I could support that, but we may need to look more intimidating to pull it off.

>>46744084
street cleaner

>>46744408
Sweeper

>>46744084
JACKET

the coolest way to do it is to get a reputation after constantly beating up thugs until they make up a name themselves

>>46744445
I'm inclined to agree with this method actually...

>>46743920
where did QM go?

did a cougar get him?

>>46744084
Blindside
Our power isn't obvious, and we always use every little unseen detail to our advantage.

>>46744464
Almost done monotreeme bb

>>46744367
>>46744408
>>46744469
top tier names dessu

>>46744469
I support this Name.

>>46744469
>>46744488
I'll support this name as well

You can’t help but smirk a little.

“You look like Daft Punk walked onto the set of a My Little Pony live action movie.”

His lip stiffens into a slight frown, “I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear you say that.”

“I left my party clothes at home,” you continue, “that said, I was just looking to have a good time with some friends tonight. Meatgrinder fucked it up, and that pissed me off. And I was already pretty pissed off at Meatgrinder already. Sorry about your club, by the way. Seemed like a pretty great place before it got all fucked up.”

He shrugs, a defeated expression hanging on his mouth, “shoulda guessed something like that would’ve happened. Kind a wish Snakehead had got to me first though, fucked up as that sounds. He would’a just taken a cut, and I could’ve probably stayed in business. Ah the fuck well, can always start fresh right?”

“I guess. I’m just glad Meatgrinder’s out of the picture.”

He cracks his neck, and swings his arms around a bit.

“Meh, one of his second rate cape goons will probably step up to take over the Red Boys. Belt, probably. Or maybe Blue Line? Hrm. Hey!” he exclaims, reaking out of his rambling, “we could start a gang! Blowout and the Mystery Hero! We could call ourselves the Yellow Scarves!” He points to your face; you remember that you’re still wearing the borrowed neckwear. It is, in fact, yellow.

“That’s kind of retar-” you begin, before he cuts you off.

“Great talk Scarfy, but I better peel outta here before the PRT starts looking for someone in a sweet costume,” he skips over to a pile of garbage cans partially covered by a tarp. He pulls it back. What lies beneath is far from garbage: a slick, Japanese looking motorcycle painted in the same colours as his costume.

Nice, you barely stop yourself from saying out loud.

>>46744469
I'd take it.

He goes to mount it, but pauses, and reaches into a pouch inside his vest. He withdraws a card and hands it to you, “hit me up if you want costume advice!” he says with only a trace of seriousness. This time, he does mount it. In a second, the sleek motorbike speeds off down the aisle, far more quiet than you would’ve expected.

You untie the scarf. You almost toss it into a nearby dumpster, but tuck it into your jacket pocket instead. A souvenir. You pull your peajacket back on and lower your hood, effectively transforming back into your ordinary identity. You check your phone:

[6 Missed Calls]
[Message from Clark]
[11 Messages from Gordo]
[2 Messages from Marcie]

>>46744595
Welp, better check some of those messages. Probably asking if we're dead.

The missed calls are all from Gordo, so you decide to check his texts first as you make your way back to the street. It shouldn’t be hard to explain why you got separated.

{jjaakes whr are yo/}
{james where you**}
{mister caaaaaase nigga}
{we went out the front but ibnt see yo}
{dod you go our the front?}
{you went out the back i bet}
{the fuz is here james}
{oh no its the prt, sweeeeeet}
{where are you battery dying}
{im dying jimmy james james}
{di you go iut the front id ont see you}

Only by reading Gordo’s scrambled nonsense do you realize that you’re still far from sober. How the fuck did I manage this drunk? you wonder. The street is abuzz with people walking home from the now disbanded club, gossip and phone-speaker music filling the street. You look around, but can’t see your friends among the crows. You check Clark’s message.

{Hey man. Gordo throing up in ally. Cant find you, getting cab home. Hope your safe}

At least he seems marginally functional. You start walking towards a bus stop, and check the messages from Marcie.

{JAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMMEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSS i wanted to bwait for you vtu they made me tae a taxzi}
{Gave Gordo my phone, sorry. Hope you made it out alright.}

You laugh a little. You’re pretty sure that Gordo open Bean City at 7am tomorrow.

You board a bus, it’s mostly empty at this time of night. Few of the clubgoers live in Cherrywood, it seems. You look into your jacket, the yellow scarf still tucked inside. Hmm. You pop in your earbuds.

>>46744605
Man poor Gordo, he seems tore up over the thought of us not being safe. I say we should pop over sometime later or tomorrow to let him know we're alright.

That was a long one, typing the next one that will have actual response options now, will be a lot faster and shorter.

Send out a group text saying we went out the back and we're fine.

See them all in the morning. Salvaged some booze though.

Also. Yellow Jacket would actually be a badass name, assuming it wasn't taken. We're fast, annoying, and sting like a fucking bee. Also we don't die after the first sting.

>>46744605
>phone-speaker music filling the street
...do people actually do this?...

>>46744649
>>46744605
first order of buisiness is saying we went out the back, and that we're fine. some offhand comment about seeing the DJ(implying we didn't know he was a villain) riding away on a sweet motorcycle

>>46744605
So are we going yellow scarf sentai type hero?

Cover story: We tried helping people out after the one dude started his distraction. Got caught up in the crowd and dragged outside away from friends. New part of town decided to bus it home when we found out phone dead.

>>46744582
>“Thanks for the assist! Let’s save the meet and greet for now, that won’t have slowed the big guy down for long. Follow me?”
>“Meh, one of his second rate cape goons will probably step up to take over the Red Boys. Belt, probably.
First line makes it sound like he was only dazed, while the second makes him sound out for good. Did I miss/misread something?

>>46744711
>...do people actually do this?...
mostly young black dudes, not even being racist here

>>46744722
Yeah, actually, I doubt hes out for good, might get scolded for fucking up though.

>>46744722
knocked out enough for PRT to take him into custody and thus replaced?

>>46744742
Ah, that makes sense.

>>46744680
I'd recommend against the obligatory yellow coat that we'd be expected to wear with a name like that

>>46744725
oh, niggers do that...still appalling though
there is a technical distinction where I live, niggers are awful people, black people are abnormally awesome. there is zero overlap in behavior for the classifications

>>46744742
taking bets on him escaping!
can I see $10 CAD?!?

>>46744786
Its his first strike, for armed robbery, assault, and destruction of property. I don't even think they throw you in super prison for that.

>>46744786
We could just paint yellow lines on our black jacket.

The first thing you feel is your dessicated mouth screaming out for water. The second thing is the sound of rain pattering against a window. You open your eyes, the third thing. The apartment is illuminated, but not brightly: overcast light comes through the unshaded windows, rain streaking them. You groan, and pull yourself into a sitting position. Your jacket is wet against your skin; it had started raining on the walk home from the bus stop. You quickly shed your soggy street-pajamas, dumping them in front of the gas fire which you then ignite. The warmth feels good, you decide to sit by it for a little while to warm up. You check your phone:

[6 Messages from Gordo]
[1 Message from Clark]
[Message from Unknown Number]

The unknown number again. Your pulse quickens, you open it.

[That took guts. Saved me some work too.]

They were there? And they didn’t help?

“Fuck sake.”

Gordo’s messages:
{JUST}
{FUCK}
{MY}
{SHIT}
{UP}
{Sorry about those messages last night lol, don’t even know how the fuck I’m alive senpai}

You can’t help but laugh at his plight. From Clark:

{You should call Gordo and yell really loud when he picks up. Had to cover that fuckers shift this morning.}

You quickly shoot out a text to Marcie, Clark, and Gordo:

{Made it home safe, no worries. Got lost on the way out, took the wrong bus, phone died. Managed to snag some bottles on my way out though, drinks at my place soon?}

You check the clock: 11:38am. Definitely not the worst, all things considered. You browse your phone, and wonder what to do with the afternoon.

>Stay at home, shitposting and browsing /ca/ and PHO.
>Take a look at equipment/costume stuff online.
>Go for a run, and/or workout.
>Browse for more martial arts classes.
>Call Blowout.
>Call Liam (younger brother)/parents/Charlotte (older sister).
>Write in? The possibilities are endless really

>>46744879
>Go for a run, and/or workout.

>>46744879
>Go for a run, and/or workout.

>>46744879
>>Call Liam (younger brother)/parents/Charlotte (older sister).
Talk to Sis

>>46744879
>Write in? The possibilities are endless really

Check out those fight clubs, lets get some money and practice our powers

>>46744879
>>Go for a run, and/or workout.

>>46744879
>>Go for a run, and/or workout.
>Shitpost and browse /ca/ and /PHO/

>>46744879
>Go for a run, and/or workout.
Take costume in backpack so we're ready if an opportunity presents itself.

>>46744879
>browse /ca/ and PHO, see if there's any mention of last night's incident

>>46744925
I don't know what kind of backpack you own but a motorcycle helmet and the rest of our shit won't fit in any I've seen

>>46744879
>Take a look at equipment/costume stuff online.
GO OUT AND LOOK IN walmart/canada tire/mountain coop...tinkers with internet history could ruin your day legally...

>>46744965
Wow, that makes it seem like buying the helmet was pretty goddamn retarded. We could always use the scarf I suppose, or buy something.

>>46744894
>>46744899
>>46744923
>>46744924
>>46744925
Healthy lifestyle it is!

How much longer do you guys want me to run this tonight?

>>46745173
Please end soon, I need sleep in my life. Also my allergies appear to be compounding my med problems and I've been getting more light headed spikes then usual.

>>46745173
As long as you can, my sleep schedule is fucked from a nightshift anyway

>>46745173
it's bedtime for me soon, blue collar job.

but this quest will give me something to read and pontificate at my desk between engravings. so if people want to keep it up then run it till you're done.

>>46745173
However long you want to run.

>>46745173
Forever

>>46745173
keep going !

You crane your neck into the sink and turn the tap on full. Cold water rapidly fills your mouth and spills out across your face. You chug it back as fast as you can, each drop like a tiny paradise in your dry, gummy mouth. After a few minutes of rehydration, you amble into your room and don a t shirt and sweats. Might do you good to sweat out some of the alcohol. You stretch out, delightfully surprised that last night didn’t compound your soreness from the fight in the alleyway. You throw on your purple RCU, put in your headphones and head out the door.

It’s cool outside, rain light and mist-like. You strike out, and let your step fall into time with the music.

Before long, you find yourself running along the ocean. Grey waves break against the seawall below you, the odd bit of salt spray flecking your face. It’s cold, but far from unpleasant. Across the bay you can see the Becker River bisecting the city: Downtown, Cherrywood, The Bricks, and the University on the south, Downtown North, Teabody and Clapton Heights on the north. You know that somewhere farther up the Becker was Centre Island. Your run continues along the seawall, which eventually transforms into a regular pathway. The beach springs up out of the rocks along your left, the path continues just off the sand. A park slopes up a hill to your right, and a here and there someone plays fetch with their dog, or pick-up ultimate, or are just relaxing beneath the shelter of one of the many broad-canopied trees.

Not two minutes further down the path, you spot a congregation of tenacious locals huddling in rain jackets and ponchos, trash-pokers held in hand. It appears that they’re gathered around listening to someone. You jog a little off the path to get a closer look at who. You just about faceplant in the sand.

Gun-metal grey armoured jumpsuit, recognizable armour padding, bullet shaped helmet with a pink, iridescent visor.

Decider.

The newest member of the Rain City Protectorate, you recall. Flight, super strength, increased speed, near invulnerability, and if that weren’t enough, you know that she’s capable of firing laser from her hands. And she’s… leading a beach cleanup?

“Does everyone have a garbage bag and poker? I still have plenty left!” her voice rings out clearly, despite the intervening helmet.

>Offer to help pick up garbage.
>Continue you run, go home and work out.
>Write in.

>>46745565
>Continue you run, go home and work out.
Lol nerds

>>46745565
>>Offer to help pick up garbage.

>>46745565
walk up congratulate her on joining the protectorate shake her hand and keep running.

>do a full weakness scan as we do.

>>46745565
>>Offer to help pick up garbage
Try and get a better look

>>46745565
>help out just to see wtf going on

>>46745565
>Offer to help pick up garbage.
And get her number

>>46745619
I vote for this one, not sure if we can do power weaknesses yet though?

>>46745565
>>Offer to help pick up garbage.

>>46745565
>Continue you run, go home and work out.

>>46745565
>Offer to help pick up garbage.

I am curious if we could try to figure out a bit about the whole protectorate thing here. If the gangs are like they are its probably not in that poor a state currently.

>>46745636
Hit on the superhuman

>>46745565
>offer to help
Obviously Jimmy boy's trying to throw us a potential plotline. I say we take this bait and watch where it leads us.

>>46745689
surely you could think of an in character reason to vote instead

>>46745705
Probs hot super-waifu

>>46745705
We're a nice guy who thinks saving the environment is cool.

>>46745742
fuck when did we become a huge fag

>>46745777
When there was a potential waifu involved.

Looks like we're choosing enviro-gains over muscle-gains. This might be my last update tonight, I'm getting a bit burnt out on writing. I will be sticking around to chat/discuss, will probably work on quick info sheet in gdocs/do some shitty character design while watching tv.

But for now, writan.

>>46745705
>>46745737
>>46745742
>>46745777
kekkeroni and cheese

>>46745777
To get that hero poon tang.

Rapes of Grain City

>>46745838
>broken pelvis- check
>house destroyed- check
>best night ever- check

>>46745838
"I wonder if it tastes like heroin? I could just hope it comes without the awful side effects."

>>46745878
>"she make good snu-snu"

>>46745889
>wake up after banging a Para
>everything hurts
>theres the Queen of cocaine passed out on my couch
>turn on t.v
>the Para I banged is fighting bank robbers wearing only her mask
>such is life in the Worm-verse

Taken by curiosity, you decide to put your run on hiatus and approach the heroine and her following of enviro-warriors.

“I’ll grab one,” you call out as you approach at a jog.

The masked woman turns to face you, pink visor glinting.

“Fantastic! Here,” she hands you one of the pointed sticks along with a plastic grocery bag. Somehow, her cheery voice still comes across as imposing. The metal garbage poker is cold in your hand, and slightly wet.

“Alright folks! Let’s get this beach cleaned up!” With that, the crowd scatters off in search of litter. You act casual, prodding at the odd candy wrapper or cigarette butt. Your bag fills slowly. Despite the relative monotony of the task itself, there’s something about cleaning up the beach that helps you to relax on a deeper level. You let some time pass, and then approach Decider nonchalantly.

“So, what did you do to get stuck on garbage duty?” you joke in an attempt to break the ice.

She stabs at a dilapidated juicebox, “believe it or not, I actually enjoy this! Plus, it lets me get out of Headquarters, and its good for PR. Win win, really.”

“Congratulations on that,” you grab three pieces of soggy paper in quick succession, “heard about you graduating from the Wards online.”

“Online? Wow, I guess I really *am* famous!” She laughs at her own lame joke, but you can tell that she knows it was lame. You laugh along. “Do you live in Cherrywood? We don’t tend to get a lot of young people out volunteering in this neighbourhood.”

Young people? She’s basically a highschooler, you think.

“Yeah, just moved to the neighbourhood about a week or so ago. Can’t say I love the weather, but it’s nice otherwise.”

“Well you know what they say about Rain City: if you don’t like the weather-”

“Wait ten minutes!” You finish. It strikes you how odd it is, having a regular conversation with someone who could drop kick you across the bay without batting an eye. You shiver.

“Haha, exactly.”

The two of you continue picking garbage in silence for a minute or two. You’re about to ask her about the state of the Protectorate when she halts mid-stride. You can hear some muffled, urgent sounding conversation coming from within her helmet, but you can’t make it out. A communicator built into her helmet, most likely.

“You’re in charge,” she says suddenly, pressing her poker and bag into your hands, “I’ve gotta run, duty calls.”

Before you have the chance to say anything, she shoots off into the sky like a silver bullet.

Sorry about the delay on that one, leftover Indian food can be a fickle mistress.

Thanks for reading everyone! I'm not actually sure when I'll be able to run again, but it will definitely be on or before Sunday. Follow me or bookmark my twitter, @QmJim, for updates on when that's gonna happen. Odds are it will be Sunday, but there is a chance it could be earlier so stay tuned.

Comments? Critiques? Mindless hatred? Please help me be better at my job <3

Also, as requested, incomplete villain info-sheet: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1OTTEbkGCwypV1CgVF87AYvdctzmVjTM4ZzDlFrXdXWY/edit?usp=sharing

>>46746431
Thank you for running.

Someone who actually knows how to should probably archive this thread.

>>46742629
We're a combat thinker like Number Man or Contessa but scaled way, way the fuck back

>>46744084
Breakpoint, or Critic.

Or Critical.

>>46743570
>if you use your elaborate tinker set up to game the stock market
?

>>46746431
Why is the villain scene such a fucking sausage party nigga

Where's the evil waifus at

>>46748107
Build a fucking super computer and use it to process market trends and act on them before anyone else fucking can. Make a killing like that.

Maybe use tinker bullshit to pick up on signs of them before they even seemingly begin, making the false appearance of a precog.

>>46748156
You're right, I need to address that. But how long create the ultimate villain-fu...

>>46748156
GOD DAMMIT WE DO NOT NEED TO WAIFU ANYBODY...

we just got over a bad break-up the LAST THING we need is a GF to whom a "bad breakup" would also apply descriptors like "highly corrosive", or "blast radius" or worst of all "vindictive tinker"

>>46750132
I'll waifu you if you keep up with that attitude.

>>46750303
>waxes whips
>polishes paddles
>lathers the leather in saddle soap
>checks Cane Bundle
careful, saying stuff like that. unless you like literally being in a world of hurt...
but then I do need a test dummy for my wares, makes people more inclined to buy them.

>>46750303
>tfw no qt monotreeme gf

>>46751706
...you have your gender wrong...

and I'm ugly as sin, women hang around me just because of my equipment bags...you get the kinky poon tang if you're the guy that makes pretty good whips for selling...

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EQUIPMENT WE SHOULD PICK UP.

ESCRIMA STICKS
they're cheapish, and if we stay in martial arts classes, easily explained.

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>>46751837
good solid gloves/gauntlets for wear with the super suit, in civvies dress we can carry a roll of quarters for similar effect.

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a pair of Cutlasses/Long Knives.

I feel we should avoid swords as they may be too unwieldy in either tight confines or during climbs or in CQC.

a small machete or two would serve excellently.
if we can get slim ones with narrow blades and thick spines (like the camillus carnivore X, 10 inches of blade and a spine thick enough to hammer with and only 2.25 inches from edge to spine) because they're cheap, simple, tough, etc.

>>46752001
...and EASY TO HIDE...

also GLOVES and I mean BIG FUCK-OFF TOUGH ONES, the sort that we can climb a building with, speed repel, or punch some big burly fucker IN THE FACE with...

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if we can befriend a welder then several Hurlbats wouldn't go amiss either.