Dudeicuf
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Post by Dudeicuf on Jan 3, 2011 16:59:31 GMT
what time and where abouts on thursday?
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Post by isemmens on Jan 3, 2011 17:11:07 GMT
I am putting forward my own character (Who Neil has Graciously helped me with)
Charles Arthur Worthington Pimmsdale II. The greatest inventor of our time and winner of the 1854 worlds fair, well....would have been if my Lancing Coal Powered Gummobotronium hadn't turned out to be a Spatial and Termoral Transference Station. Time machine? That's a far too un-preposterous name! Waking up, in what I do believe to be one of the colonies the Empire has now let go, covered in soot, condensed water and a strange note. I am very horrified that I am now 156 years into the future. But more mortifiying than this sudden Preosterous jump in the temporal continuum is my realisation that this new world now has much lower population of healthy coal burning furnaces and effiecient steam powered motors. Pulling down my Reinforced Occular Protection Array I made the promise to my beloved long dead Empire that I, Charles Arthur Worthington Pimmsdale II, would use my own intellect to destroy these Silly-Cone constructs and build a Empire clad in Iron, powered by Coal, Wood, Steam and the glorious wonder element known only to myself as Preposterosium. My task before is vast, but not Impossible. Nothing is Impossible, for Doctor Preposterous!
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aturin
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"There is no shame in falling, There is only shame if you refuse to rise once again."
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Post by aturin on Jan 5, 2011 12:35:51 GMT
and so this thursday at 5:50 in 2b65 YOUR REIGN OF TERROR SHAll COMMENCE
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Post by isemmens on Jan 5, 2011 15:46:06 GMT
Might we possibly get a vague rogues gallery post to establish who's playing what in the group?
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aturin
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Post by aturin on Jan 5, 2011 16:29:40 GMT
Well good people introduce yourselves and neferious deeds and how you achieved them
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Post by isemmens on Jan 5, 2011 17:52:08 GMT
We aren't good people, we're villains
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aturin
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Post by aturin on Jan 5, 2011 18:54:56 GMT
prove it
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Post by isemmens on Jan 5, 2011 19:48:27 GMT
I kick the nearest puppy
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Dudeicuf
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Post by Dudeicuf on Jan 5, 2011 22:55:32 GMT
Kevin Vibrio was a successful medical researcher. He was researching a dangerous new type of flu in his lab with a new type of antibiotic. The antibiotic had been treated in a nuclear lab to try and make it more effective with huge success. in all the tests conducted with it, it had obliterated all signs of viruses and bacteria, but this new form of flue was different. Nothing they had tried had even come close to harming it.
Kevin's experiment was going well, everything was set up, there were cameras recording as he was all alone and he was ready for a breakthrough. As he started to inject the new antibiotic into the petry dish, it all went wrong, He sneezed. Not only did he manage to knock over the petry dish, sending it flying straight into his face, but he managed to inject himself with the antibiotic too. He may have been smart but he was clumsy.
It took Kevin a minute to realise what had happened. he thought about what to do, then it hit him. He could turn the camera's off, delete the footage and say that bravely decided to go straight to human testing and do it to himself! The next day, when he came into the office, he told everyone. They were shocked. As the days went on, he recorded how his body coped. He mainly noted the huge amount of mucus.
He became worried when mucus started to leak out of his mouth, then ears, under his nails, from his eyes and when his hair fell out and mucus started leaking from his pores. Over a period of 2 weeks, he slowly turned into a blob of living mucus, his bones, muscles, brain and organs, everything except his eyes, turning into mucus.
Needless to say, everyone was terrified. When he managed to get to work, his colleagues either ran from him or ridiculed him, mainly ran though. After a while, he couldn't remember his life before. He know he had knows lots, he knew he had been important, he knew he had been liked. He just couldn't remember what he used to know, or why he had been important or who had liked him.
Everywhere he went, people started sneezing or throwing up. They called him names, said he was a dick for making them ill. The media branded him D.I.C. The Dermatologically Infectious Carcinogen. He knew his name was Kevin though and insisted on adding it on at the end.
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Post by vaxsgbstpachibgdk3 on Jan 6, 2011 0:16:13 GMT
Mild-mannered Lesley Lexington was never an extraordinary man. He was barely an ordinary man. Working as a systems engineer for MegaCorp in Citiopolis, his ambitions stretched only as far as his level 85 Dwarf Warrior and Yolander, the secretary at work....if not for her love of Richard Grandflashington the 3rd, the boss' son and millionaire playboy (and unknown to them, the superhero Flash Grandstander!).
One day, while trawling through MegaCorp's file system after a supposed bug in the accounting department, he uncovered a secret database.....belonging to the Flash Grandstander, containing details of his equipment, exploits and connections to the company. Realising the implications, Lesley finally understood how to win over Yolander - blackmail Richard and use the funds to set himself up as a hero! ...all he needed now was the superpowers.....
After sending off a strongly worded letter to Richard explaining his position and demands, Lesly set off in search of a horrific accident to grant himself powers. Using his vast intellect, he deduced the most likely place: The old abandoned nuclear waste storage, insane asylum and alien research facility precariously placed over Sheerdeath cliffs, on the edge of town, currently the home of the Bippity-Bappity Mob.
Lesley's plan to sneak in and gain powers fell short however, when the mob simply shot him on sight. This would have been the end, had it not been for the Flash Grandstander's greatest weapon: being rich!
You see, being rich, upon reading the e-mail he simply called the police, on account of data theft, coprorate espionage and extortion sort of being serious crimes. The police naturally mobilised to arrest this heinous criminal, tracking him to the warehouse just as his body was being loaded into the back of a truck, leading to one of the biggest shoot-outs in Citiopolis history.
In the ensuing battle, a young hoodlum from the mob fled in the truck containing Lesley's body to his home, and master criminal that he is, he left it parked outside and went to bed....unaware that he had been chosen for the TV show Pimp My Ride! The next morning, XZibit arrived and took the vehicle for pimpin' ness. Upon discovering the body, the film crew prepared to call the police before realising that they were contractually obligated to pimp EVERYTHING inside the car.
Utilising their vast medical knowledge, the pimp my ride team managed to save Lesley's little remaining life, but only by encasing him inside a pimped-out life support system, creating....
PIMPBOT!
Lesley's wish was granted and he gained all the superpowers of being a cyborg pimp and set out to gain revenge, firstly by finishing off the Bippity-Bappity Mob before facing the Flash Grandstander in single combat. Though the fight initially went against him, Pimpbot using his opponent's greatest weakness against him: money. Convincing Flash of the lucrative possibilities of a cyborg man capable of turning anybody into a prostitue, Pimpbot succeeded in turning his enemy into his bankroller, using his funds to travel the universe in search of fine-ass bitches.
Finally returning to earth with his now far increased powers (and a close personal friendship with the Space Pope), Pimpbot is ready to do battle against his greatest enemies: the Best International Team of Champion Heroes and Empowered Supermen (BITCHES) and the Holy Organisation of Empowered Supermen (HOES)!
Whenever a Jive Sucker is out of line, he'll be there! Whenever a bitch be trippin', he'll be there! Whenever someone requires 9,000 $1 prostitutes, he'll be there!
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Post by mercenary on Jan 6, 2011 14:17:08 GMT
Not much is known about the background of Shining Steel/Obsidian. Well its all there, in files marked top secret and everything but the ands and the buts blacked out. But here goes.
Shining Steel (real name unknown, and he's not telling) was originally a part of Experiment 39 beta, or The Human WMD project. Using advanced gene therapy and tissue manipulation, the american goverment (isn't it always) tried to create 50 or so ultimate soldiers, to combat their enemies. They would be the peak of human physicality, able to move like quicksilver, and be ultimate combatants. They also messed around with their minds, creating leaders of men, able to inspire and lead, their thoughts filled with good and the steel to see them carried out.
However like always something went wrong (doesn't it always) and the some of the subjects, well... changed. The drugs, the gene therapy, and all the rest of it, made a perfect mix for destruction. Some went mad, their minds breaking under the pressure. Some tore their bodies apart on the first test day, muscles and bone spliting apart. in the end, of the original 50 participants, only 20 survived. And they were enough. but soon changes happened to them too.
Shining Steel was on tour in an active warzone when he first started to change. His mind started to think differently. Why protect these weaklings who cower away in cover, whilst he fights for survival? Why should he accept a soilders pay when none were his equal? Why should he obey the orders of those who did not care if he lived or died, and saw only a commodity? Circle's mind unraveled, and he gave into the madness within, becoming a destructive force, attacking both friend and enemy. But his will to survive fought back, and he dragged his fractured psyche back into working shape, though he was permentaly changed by the experience. He went AWOL, and started out as a hired mercenary, changing his name to Obsidian.
Obsidian has been both a hired gun and a super villan, though his plots usually involve the spreading of chaos and the testing of survival. In his mind when he orchestartes these schemes, he is thinning the herd, and making humanity stronger for it. He ain't a bad guy, he's a darwinist. Mostly though, he is content to fight for super villains, as they pay very well, and he gets to tease super-heros, which is really fun.
Every once in a while he bumps into a 39 beta, and he has found out that his psyche was not the only one which shattered. along with him 9 others changed from good to bad, whilst ten remained strong. he is in contact with the other 9 Betas which turned to evil, and once in a while they meet up for beers and discuss the world, and their exploits. this usually reaches a point where they say they should work together, but this lasts all of 5 minutes before the inevitable fight breaks out. Then in the morning nursing bruises and hangovers they all agree it was a bad idea and arrange to meet next month, allowing wounds to heal. so far the number of bars they have destroyed and thereby are baned from stands at 20.
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Post by GHOON on Jan 6, 2011 14:52:18 GMT
I'M THE MOTHER FUCKING SPACE POPE.
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aturin
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Post by aturin on Jan 11, 2011 10:56:03 GMT
And so the second chapter in this sorrowful tale shall continue tonight and 5:30 same place as last week, but this week someone shall not see the end. DUN DUN DUUUUUUUUUUUUN
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Minty
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Post by Minty on Jan 11, 2011 16:55:22 GMT
There's a famous song that details the trials and tribulations of a young man with an absentee father who's only contribution to his life was to name him "Sue". The pain and suffering that unfortunate given name brought moulded the young man and made him a respectable man, of a sort.
Millicent Bystander, on the other hand, had his parents killed as soon as he was old enough to inherit his father's position as CEO of Bystander Industries, and quickly set about establishing himself as a major player on the world stage of business, performing hostile takeovers and pushing R & D into the lucrative military and genetics sector.
Additionally as time went on, Millicent became bored with the humdrum routine of running his multi-million dollar business empire, and began to dabble in the black arts: starting small with Magic: the Gathering playing cards, before working his way up to becoming a sorceror of considerable power.
Eventually, even bending the laws of the universe over his knee for a good spanking became rather droll for Millicent, and so inevitably turned to crime in the hopes that it would alleviate his boredom. Donning "Gargoyle" battle armour he designed personally using his reach in the military sector, and utilising scores of mindless drones in similar guise to do his bidding in wholly unneccessary illicit activities, while his mysterious right hand man, Owen, runs the business end in his stead.
Currently Millicent lives in the penthouse suite of Bystander Industries, which consists of a renovated Scottish castle (once known as Castle Wyvern) which was moved from Scotland to New York and recreated brick by brick.
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Post by isemmens on Jan 11, 2011 19:55:15 GMT
R.I.P Doctor Proposterous. 1821-2010 Died choking on D.I.C.K
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