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Reploid Productions wrote:I have had to read a lot of erotic RP telegrams in the past four months and it does all start to run together into one giant mass of penises, vaginas, breasts, tentacles, dildos, bodily fluids and so on.
by Finland SSR » Mon Dec 12, 2016 11:08 pm
by Altito Asmoro » Mon Dec 12, 2016 11:29 pm
"And we have reports of what appear to be space ships entering the atmosphere. Several of the most mobile heroes are already intercepting." The female newscaster said.
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New Neros wrote:
The King of the Parahumans seat peacefully upon his throne, the massive expanse of the royal court dimly lit despite the daylight hour. A series of couriers and nobles had stated their business before King Michael Morningstar, the monarch growing increasingly absent-minded in the proceedings, hand waving most of the messages away. To his left hand side was Maddox Shatterstar, a robust and stout Parahuman, gifted with immense power and strength beyond measure, while to his right was the righteous Otto Godblessed, the moral compass of the King and Court. Both took their jobs seriously and handled them with respect, but their senses perked up as a courier rushed into the halls of Cathedral Terra.
"My Lord! My Lord!" The messenger cried, breathing heavily and sparing no time in reaching the ears of the King, collapsing to his knees in both exhaustion and in reverence. "Our atmospheric scans indicate a large and unknown force entering the exosphere, Majesty, of sizable number and alien design." The courier bowed his head further, "War Eagle reports that he is dispatching a task force of Thunderbirds to the Azores to deal with the incursion."
"Bah." Thundered the Mad King, "War Eagle can have the Eastern Hemisphere for all I care. Ready a division of the Forever Knights." Michael leaned and told Shatterstar, who nodded and quickly disappeared from sight due to his remarkable speed. "Otto, I will leave the Court to your jurisdiction, as I will form a strike team to deal with the threats that War Eagle has decided were not worth his time. Ready my warships."
Otto stooped slightly in a bow, "Yes, Majesty, but I imagine the metahumans of North America will have their area firmly covered."
"Leaving South America to my protection." Michael stated firmly, rising from his Throne, "Valkyrie!" He yelled, descending his steps and coming onto the floor of the Court, a beautiful, blonde Parahuman woman descending before the King seemingly out of nowhere and kneeling deeply, driving her sword into the ground at her side. "Val, ready the Valkyrie Squadron. We will depart in ten minutes."
Val rose to her feet and nodded, "Yes, Majesty." She declared, lifting herself into the air and flying out of the palace, Michael walking steadily behind, but turning before he exited, and entered the vast catacombs of Cathedral Terra. Making his way to his private chambers, Michael took a look at his vast private collection of artifacts and items of power, some of which were just props and pieces of technology, but some of which were very real and very potent. Michael stopped in front of a plain spear, but continued walking after deciding it was not the time yet. He entered his chamber and grabbed his helmet from his bed, Morningstar putting it on and powering it up.
A small squadron of floating vessels had assembled at the Tropic of Cancer, surrounded by several floating groups of men and women. Standing aboard the roof of a floating vessel, the King of the Parahumans spoke fiercely so that his voice could be heard over the high winds. "We will enter the continent at Georgetown, where the Valkyrie Squadron will be given authority over the Amazon Basin and everything to the north of it. The remaining forces will then split, with one squadron to push into the Bolivian Plateau headed by Shatterstar, and another squadron to push towards Rio de Janeiro, after which, it will pivot south towards the Rio de la Plata, lead by me. Ensure heads-up displays are functional and constant communication is needed to understand the threat posed by the invading forces. Operation Able Sentry begins now."
At his urging, the groups spread themselves and flew south towards the continent, Michael's party leading the way and accelerating rapidly across the Amazonian landscape, several ships and flying personnel leaving the group according to the Op, reaching the heart of the Amazon and spreading themselves out thinly to cover a wide-area, waiting for the moment of contact to begin their theater. Accelerating into the Andean Mountains, Shatterstar and his ship group split off, spreading themselves along the continental spine and deep into Mato Grosso. Finally, Morningstar's final group veered east, securing the skies of Brasilia, Sao Paulo, and finally Rio itself.
Suddenly, chatter began on the Parahuman lines of communication as hostile alien contact was held between members of the Valkyrie Squadron in Colombia and with Shatterstar's brigade in Bolivia. Morningstar himself came upon a massive warship without warning off the coast of Sao Paulo, attempting communication first and foremost. The lines of data sent were either not received or ignored, as the alien warship made no move for several minutes. Again, the Mad King tried to contact the vessel, but this time, a reply of energy blasts and warheads were given.
Morningstar gave the order and unleashed his Forever Knight air squadrons against the alien vessel, their absorption shields protecting them from bombardment and clearing the skies of the smaller alien craft in a coordinated fashion. Flight-able Forever Knights played critical roles as well, destroying the opposition without much difficulty. Status reports across the three theaters of operation stated the same - Parahumanity was devastating the alien invasion forces. "It seems too easy." Michael declared, removing himself from the command chair of a fast-attack airship. "Any information on other fronts across the globe?"
All that could be shown so far was War Eagle's operations in the Northeast Atlantic, from Ireland down to Morocco, which he was decisively winning as well, his automated armada of winged golems, also known as Thunderbirds, doing the heavy lifting. If that was the case, it seems like the aliens are piss-poor planners at invading a planet... Or that this isn't the main invasion areas. Michael began to crawl through information through the internet, finding higher encounters and interactions on North America's West Coast. "California seems to be the real hotspot." He said to himself, not noticing as his vessel crept into over the Rio de la Plata, coming into view of foreign combatants hailing from Antarctica.
Zarkenis Ultima wrote:And here, we see a wild Shittonicus Charactericus, coloquially known as Charmera, in its natural habitat. It seems to be displaying behavior expected from one of its kind, producing numerous characters and juggling them with its front paws.
by Pantorrum » Tue Dec 13, 2016 5:57 pm
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by New Neros » Tue Dec 13, 2016 9:12 pm
Charmera wrote:“Greeting Strangers” went the voice message that came with the request for communications. “I am Commander Horus of the First Heliopolis Fleet. Current the skies of south America are under the protection of the Heliopolis Union. Your aid is not necessary here.”
Reploid Productions wrote:I have had to read a lot of erotic RP telegrams in the past four months and it does all start to run together into one giant mass of penises, vaginas, breasts, tentacles, dildos, bodily fluids and so on.
by Pantorrum » Tue Dec 13, 2016 9:35 pm
by Asterdan » Tue Dec 13, 2016 9:36 pm
New Finnish Republic wrote:Arrow
Downton Los Angeles
A dark room. Two men dressed conservatively in business suits approach him and hand him a file that reads CLASSIFIED in large red print. One of the men indicated for him to open the file up. On the first page is some kind of logo. It depicts the figures of what appear to be two men. One of the figures lays on the ground, seemingly defeated, while the other stands above him with his shield raised as if he's protecting the man below him.
"Have you ever heard of the tale of Beowulf? It's an old Anglo-Saxon epic that dates back hundreds of years. Its protagonist is a man named Beowulf, who is immensely powerful. He defeats monsters with his bare hands, does feats of strength that no one else could match, and ruled his people into an age of prosperity. He preferred to do things by himself, as anyone else would either get in the way or be easily killed by whatever Beowulf decided to slay that day. However, as Beowulf got older, he began to realize that this could not continue. In his last battle against a mighty dragon, he assembled the best of his warriors to accompany him. Beowulf fought bravely, but his men were too afraid of the dragon's might that they did come to rescue their leader. However, one warrior found the courage. His name was Wiglaf, a young warrior that proved to have much promise. Together, he and Beowulf defeated the dragon.
There are some who quite like this tale. Not because of Beowulf, but because of how Wiglaf was willing to risk his life against a beast that had bested the greatest warrior man had ever produced. And with his help, they were able to slay the beast. Those people liked this tale so much, that it gave them the inspiration. If the United States, the greatest military power in the world, would come across an enemy it could not slay alone, who could become its Wiglaf. The answer to that was the creation of Group 411.
Group 411 is comprised of the best of the best from the United States military. We act as a separate entity from the United States, meaning that we are not restricted by the whims of politicians who like to act like war is a game that one should play fairly. With the help of Group 411, we've been able to track down and eliminate some of the biggest threats to our nation, from rogue terrorist elements to hostile regimes hell-bent on destroying the lives of every American.
We've seen your credentials. Three tours in Iraq and two in Afghanistan, as well as action in various hotspots around the world. You've served your country well, and we thank you for that. However, we think that you can accomplish much more. We're asking you to join our organization, Group 411, as a Designated Marksman. We'll give you training, equipment, and enhancements like you've never seen before. You'll become the perfect soldier, a hunter of those who would do evil to our great nation."
The other man stepped forward.
"There's only one requirement: The current you will cease to exist. You will be "killed" off, your records wiped, and you will not be able to contact any of your friends or family members that you once knew. We understand that it's a heavy price to pay, but I assure you, it's worth it."
The man crossed his arms.
"So what do you say?"
He thought about it for some time, before a smile slowly made its way across his face.
"I'm your man."
"Excellent. Thank you, once again, First Sergeant-"
Arrow woke up with a gasp as he gained consciousness. What the hell was that? He wondered, as his eyes took in the scene around him. It was dark, but he could make the outlines of bent metal and...bodies? The helicopter... His memories came flooding back into him. Their helicopter had gotten hit as they had tried to make their escape. Arrow looked around the inside of the chopper. It appeared that he was the sole survivor of the crash, most likely due to his protective armor. Still, just because he lived didn't mean he didn't hurt like hell.
With a grunt, he shifted his body around so that he could onto his feet, albeit all he could manage to accomplish was a low squat. He flexed the various parts of his body to ensure no major injuries had been made. He was sore as hell and he could bet that he had a busted rib or two in the crash, but for the most part, he was okay. His vital scans on his heads-up display indicated more or less the same. Groping around in the darkness, he found his rifle laying next to him. Reaching down at his waist, he felt the outline of his pistol as well as his knife and his various assortment of grenades.
He tested the side door to see if he could get it to budge. He couldn't get it to budge, however. The crash must have smashed it shut. While on a good day he might have been able to force it open, in his current banged up state, he was effectively trapped inside. Frustrated, he kicked the door several times before groaning in defeat. He'd have to sit tight for the time being, he supposed, and wait for him to gather his strength back up before he tried anythi-
Without warning, the door suddenly ripped off the side of the helicopter. Light shined through the now open side of the Black Hawk. Arrow squinted, his eyes needing to adjust to the sudden increase of light. Once they did, he saw a man standing in front of him, covered in sweat, dirt, and blood. And in a costume. Son of a bitch, not one of these clowns...
Arrow hated these damn superheroes. They always acted holier-than-though towards him, and most of them thought he was nothing more than a gun for hire, willing to do whatever for whomever as long as there was cash involved. While that wasn't totally false, Arrow wasn't a heartless bastard. He still had his morals, and he knew right from wrong. He just was willing to put a bullet in the head of those who commited more wrongs than rights.
"Thanks wonder boy. Now, if you excuse me I have some business to attend t- DUCK!"
The man, albeit confused, complied. Just in the nick of time, as an alien soldier fired a blast right over where his head would have been. Not hesitating for a second, Arrow reached for his waist and pulled out his P226 and let the alien eat several rounds of .357 SIG. The creature dropped like a sack of potatoes. The man dubbed by Arrow as "Wonder Boy" seemed appreciative of the warning, and looked as if he was about that thank him. However...
"Not now Wonder Boy! We've got company!'
Coming from where the previous one had appeared from, a substantial force of alien ground troops came charging in. With them were what appeared to be several alien tanks. Arrow cursed out loud before rushing over to the nearest cover, laser fire already filing the air around him. As he loaded a new magazine into his pistol, Arrow looked over to his "rescuer".
"Well don't just stand there you idiot! Either help me kill the bastards or get the hell out of here!"
by The Republic of Atria » Tue Dec 13, 2016 9:41 pm
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