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The revenge of the Calamity Compound; Bigger, and faster, and stronger too
Topic Started: Aug 7 2011, 02:47 PM (644 Views)
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Its take two for my mega Art-dump, and I'm starting it with some new Chaos Theories:

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Austin Powers? Whuts that? :P

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A classic Rocky and Bullwinkle joke with X-mens.

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Men get sexualized way too much in comics.

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Exactly what the title says :I....

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The bottom of the page got stained so I had to cut it short.

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No really, Herge had a strange aversion to drawing women. And the few he did draw were always the motherly or grandmotherly types.

And, now we have something to threaten East with if he misbehaves...

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Menace Beach was a crappy 80's videogame famous for only one thing: in between levels, the heroe's girlfriend would show up with her clothing "rotting" off. And in the early Gen13 comics, Fairchild had an odd tendency to lose clothes. Its only Inevitable that I'd put the two things together.

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Its official: I have no brain.

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I need to be more accurate and sensitive to the way I portray characters...C.C. would never go with extra cheese.
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....oh....kay?

Anyway, here's four things from an art class project, where we had to do self portraits in different styles:

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This is when I was out to become the King of Comic artists, with my crew of Zobo the badass Inker, Nemi the conniving Letterer, and-*slap* thanks, I needed that.

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And here's the time when I was voted off Total Drama Island

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Gary Larson, the Far Side

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Calvin and Hobbes
And now, here's a series of "warning" pictures I did. I was going to do more, but they wound up being almost all comic related.

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Sad thing is, I'm a baptised Catholic

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Yoh wound up being too big, but it was a good Yoh, so I guess the other guys are farther into the Background.

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And now, for one of the more unusual MLP artworks.

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Whateva, here's the rest of the warnings I did:
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Sorry, I've mostly just read Wildstorm's 90's comics.

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Did I make it offensive enough?

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There really wasn't much else to say on 50's comics.

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Sorry, I'm too much of a Marvel person, and dang, why didn't I do Hulk?

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And sorry I didn't do anything for the 80's, its a somewhat foreign time for me.

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Heh, pretty funny. Gotta admit, didn't get most of the first post ones, but at least I know (most of) the references in the warnings. Good sense of layout and group posing, that's tricky to do.
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So here's a little update on the Bounty Hunting card game I started back on the first KCC. I wanted to do more, but as suual, I bit off more than I could chew, and didn't make my schedule.

RECAP: This is a card game I invented that focuses on bounty hunters, mercenaries, and assassins. You pick someone to play as, scatter some leads on a board, finding and fighting criminals. The main goal is to collect the most reputation before the criminal deck runs out. Money just acts as a minor bonus, plus there's living expenses, and you can occasionally buy stuff.

When you hit a lead counter on the board, you draw a criminal. I fhis ability to hide is lower or a tie to your ability to find, you found him. If its 1-10 points higher flip a coin, if its 11-20 higher flip 2 coins.

Next you fight him using the Battle Total, with the higher one winning. If yours or his battle total is 1-10 points higher than the other, you both roll dice, and add on that number. This is to add some unpredictability.

After you found and beat him, you take him in dead or alive. If you take him in alive, you have to bring him in to one of 4 jail spaces on the board, but you'll also get some bonus rep.

If you lose a fight flip a coin, tails you get an injury counter. And unless your character has a healing factor you need to go off the board and rest 3 turns. Because if you get 2 injury counters you die.


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One new thing I added was Periods, the symbols to the pictures' upper right corner. The board is divided into 5 areas, and when a character is on his own period, his Battle Total and Hiding/Finding gets 5 points better.

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Its still very luck based, but if Monopoly can get away with it, then so can I dammit!
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Well kiddies, according to my watch, its PEANUTBUTTER-FILLER TIME!


Since 2008 I've had writing Uncyclopedia articles as an unfortunate hobby of mine. Here's some of the better ones:

How To create a teenaged superhero
I'd really love some ideas on this one. My knowledge on the subject is somewhat limited.

Insane Clown Parliament
Tell me one good reason why clowns shouldn't have their own government, go on.
The Parliament Toady section was weak, and I may change the last few Ringmasters, but the rest of it was okay.

Tighten A.E.
I was trying to make the movie Titan A.E. into a sort of allusion to what animation has been becoming.

The Goon
I thought I really captured the irreverant nature of Eric Powell's comic here.

The Thief and the Cobbler
I was trying pull off something similar top what they did withHappy Feet but it came out a little weak.

One Piece
My first and only Votes For Deletion survivor!

In Living Color
I had no idea what to do for pictures.:(

Savage Dragon

Hellsing Music Academy

Fredric Wertham

No More Heroes
Here, I was trying to compare the videogame to Mark Millar's Wanted comic.
Both comics featured an antihero protagonist with a crummy life "anyone could relate to" at a coastal city.
Both Travis and Wesley had parents who died violent deaths.
Travis joins a group of Supervillainish assassins, Wesley joins a group of Assassinish supervillains. And they both wind up fighting other members in the group.
Both were introduced to the group by a conniving seductive female, who later becomes a love interest.
Both have broken the fourth wall.

I can't believe I'm the only one who's thought of that.
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This'll be my last post for this thread. Things unfailingly take more time than I expect, and I suck at life. :( So much for bigger, faster, stronger...

So here's another card game I've made called Immaturology: the battle of Class Clowns and Killer Clowns.

The Insane Clown Posse Has unleashed a chemical virus that will turn millions into clowns, thus giving them a monopoly on the music industry, and the only ones who can stop them are a random group of teenagers who came in looking for summer jobs.
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There's a Doom Counter that moves every turn, showing the progress of the virus. When it reaches the end, the clowns win. The teens win by either boring the virus to death be collecting 100 KillJoy points, or by getting into the Big Top with six Dark Carnival Keys. Oh, and the clowns control the doors btw, but they come in pairs, so when one closes, the other opens.
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There's six different ways to attack, but you can't use the same attack twice in a row. You can only attack one person per turn, but hit and run tactics can be used. WillPower acts as hitpoints, and there's special abilities that do a variety of things. Both Teens and clowns roll two dice to move.


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Teens start off by picking a team of 7 from 14 cards drawn.

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Clowns only get 4 of their own on the board, and they never get to pick. But they do get unlimited reinforcements, so the longer the game goes, the more it will be to the clown's advantage

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Things the Teens draw from item chests

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Things Clowns draw from the item chests

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If the Teens collect 100 KillJoys, they win. However, clowns can use these cards too, if they think they can risk the KillJoys. And you can always refuse what you draw.
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Real Last Post. Got bored. By again :)

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The punchline's a bit weak, but it does make me wonder if Lego is really racist against skeletons :P
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Love your gags! I'm especially going to love when, in 20 years, you find yourself drawn to "update" them Lucas-style... -;>
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Okay, I know its out of character for me to bump an art thread like this, but there's stuff I really need constructive feedback on (ie. my writing sucks monkey balls).

These are the first three scripts for Obscuria, a superhero thing I've shown a little of before. I'll show three other scripts then a nine page sample comic I did. The series is ultimately going to be about 75 issues long, covering 1 and 3/4 years of plot, and its something I'm pretty serious about so please post any questions, commnets, criticsims at all.

Obscuira #1: Out of the Mists
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*thieves breaking into a place*

Guy1: Are you sure its safe?

Guy2: For the gazillionth time yes! What are you afraid of anyway? We’ve got cop killer bullets and there aren’t any supers between the coasts.

Guy3: None worth mentioning anyway.

Guy1: What about the Sherpa?

Guy3: He probably melted with the snow.

Guy2: Shut up and find a believable fairy tale. What on earth would an Asian mountain guide be doing in the arse crack of-

(off screen): What am I doing here?

Sherpa: At the moment I’m trashing some rather ill informed leeches. How about you?

*some fighting, Santosh gets shot, but knocks out the gun*

Guy3: Ha look at that, you can still bleed. You ain’t no Shining Star. You ain’t anything.

Guy2: Rush him!

Sherpa: Underestimate me….and you’ll only hurt yourself.

*the next day, at a hideout*
Lackey: Not another job busted! I left Boston to escape such nonsense.

Crime Boss: The metas are popping up all over the place now. We must make like evolution and adapt or die.
Lackey: Take a Meta for muscle? You know how pricey they are.

Boss: I don’t think this one will be. Sightings of him have made a sort of trail, meaning he has no base to run back to. And since there’s no reports of him using a vehicle, the Shepra must have a nomad’s live, living off the land. And I can take advantage of that.

*night time in a city, what appears to be a mugging takes place*
Woman: Ah! No!

Sherpa: (kicks guy) Didn’t anyone tell you that’s no way to treat a lady?

*woman clicks a remote, big door closes off alley*
Sherpa: wha?

Boss: Aw, don’t be frightened little fella, I just wanted to talk some business with you. I’m figuring you aren’t living the good life you deserve. You’re all skinny and smelly look’s. But you’ve got power, and under my leadership you’ll go places. Well? Say something. Do you even speak English?

Sherpa: Where places we go?

Boss: Excellent. And here I was afraid you’d be smart and a threat.

*Later…* Boss: Your timing was most fortunate, a rival gang from the south side just got their own super muscle. Some guy in high tech battle armor. I’ve got a tip that he’s going to hit this jewelry store, and I want you to separate him from his loot. This will be a good test for your abilities.

Sherpa: I bash him good.

*jewel shop, paw smashing glass, tries to get jewels*
Griffin: Agh! *normal hand grabs* This accursed suit, ah, there. The alarm disabler did well, I can now take- *snowball hits him in the eyes* Snow? Is that normal for this time of year?

Sherpa: Its not as abnormal as seeing a real life griffin in this century. I’m no knight in shining armor, but you’ll have to make due.

Griffin:…you…well you’ll have to…uh…*punches Sherpa hard* *Sherpa dodges and hits once, Griffin punches again*

Sherpa: What gives? That punch was a lot weaker than the last.

Griffin: Nice imagination.

Sherpa: Imagination nothing! Your armor is old and busted. Must be half-functional! *hits Griffin while talking* That’s it! This is the first super I’ve faced. I thought this’d be my chance to hit it big, and what do I get? A clown in corroding armor who can’t even make good banter.

Griffin: Stay back or I’ll use my deadly screech beam.

Sherpa: Oh how frightening. How many little squirrels did you test it on? Does it- *hit by beam*

Griffin: Now leave me alone *flies off*

Sherpa: (thought bubble) Most odd. For a thug he didn’t seem terribly interested in fighting or loot. But I have more important things on my plate right now.

*back at hideout*
Boss: What do you mean you didn’t take any?

Sherpa: Said separate, not take.

Boss: But you did beat his ass? I guess that’s good enough. Anyway, I’ve got a job for you lifting crates of special cargo, tomorrow night.

*lifting crates, Skeet watching from a distance*
Skeet: I was too late, he’s already working for criminals. But still, I’ve got to try something. *lurks behind crates* Hey you, Sherpa.

Sherpa: !? Hey…Hey ameta!

Skeet: Damn.

Guy1: Who is he?

Guy2: I think he’s with some group in Spiremount.

Guy3: Who cares? Just get ‘im

*Sherpa fights Skeet
Skeet: Wait, I’m trying to-
*is struck down, Sherpa acts as if he stabbed him*

Sherpa: Bleed it out in here *throws him in some room*

Skeet: Why all the theatrics? He missed stabbing me on purpose. And why did he put me in a room with a phone?

Boss: I’m not liking this. What if he has backup? What if they link his death to us? Hurry up with the shipment, we gotta- *explosion* what is this, International Murphy’s Law day?! Hey you, Tibetan ‘tard! Where are you sneaking off to?

Sherpa: *kicks boss* Tard this! Thought I was a stupid little foreigner, thought you could make me your good little scab worker. Well you were the one being played.

Boss: W-well my idea for your future was better than no future at all….How do you think you’ll fare against eight to one?

Skeet: *comes up* make that eight against two.

Sherpa: *while fighting* So you’re the one who started the explosion?

Skeet: Yeah, the cargo turned out to be laser rifles. I was able to get one of their fissure locks heated up, and placed it on the crystalloid ammo packs. I’ve always been good with machines.

Sherpa: Marvelous Marmalade.

Skeet: What?

Sherpa: Hey Night Trapper and Shrike boy thrived on sillier banter.

Skeet: That was only a TV show, and how do you even know about that? It’s been off air for 50 years.

Sherpa: 48 years.

Boss: Stop that right now the both of you. *holds laser rifle* ha ha, I’m out of your reach with a devastating weapon. So unless one of you has super speed-

Sherpa: *freezes him* who says I need super speed?

*rounding up goons*
Skeet: The police will be here soon, and there’s questions to answer, like what a two-bit gang is doing with such high tech arms.

Sherpa: First off, I’ve got some of my own like: who are you? What do you want with me?

Skeet: *taking off mask* Oh yes, I forgot in all the excitement with conscious thugs trying to kill me. My name is Zachary Jagendorf, codenamed Skeet. I’m a recruitment agent and training instructor for Chiron’s Class.

Sherpa: Chiron’s Class? Like the Chiron from Greek mythology, who was the only Centaur who didn’t hate humans?
Skeet: Exactly, and like that Chiron we’re trying to dispel people’s notions that monsters are only based on strength or appearance. The population of meta humans has risen at alarming rates this past century. Many of them have been shunned as outcasts and turn to crime to survive. But the Chiron’s Class is a program that aims to fix that. We educate them in social and job skills, as well as training them to properly handle their powers.

Sherpa: Well already know how to use my powers, as you just saw. And I’ve taken care of myself for three months without really going bad.

Skeet: But it may be only a matter of time on the latter… We do have a branch that works on local problems and assists other heroes.

Sherpa: Yeah? What coverage can I get? The papers have been treating me like a 3rd rate Urban Legend.

Skeet: In time, you’ll do a lot more good than just bashing around random thugs.

Sherpa: Sounds good enough, I’m in.

Skeet: Wait, I’ll need to know you’re name too.

Sherpa: *takes off mask* I’m Santosh Dhungel, but most people call me Sherpa.

*Later at Chiron’s Class building*
Skeet: So this is going to be your new home Mr. Dhungel. Over there is the training room. Up here is the cafeteria-

Goggle Guy: *gets tossed out of inside window* Oh nice one Al, but lets see if you can block this one.

Skeet: Sigh, I’m always having to clean up their messes. And this is our library, I’m sure you’ll have fun here.

Danielle: Hey there, I’m Danielle Sartch.

Exilf: And I’m Vivian, hope we get to be great teammates *sultry look, maybe an in-text heart*

Danielle: Aw, not another one.

Skeet: Last but not least are the dorms. You’ll share with a roommate and-eh? *watch beeping*

Sherpa: What’s that?

Skeet: Some emergency where I’ll be needed. Stay here.

Sherpa: I’m coming too.

Skeet: No you won’t. There’s weeks of training and testing to do before we even think of letting you on the field. We can’t risk endangering lives with every kid we pick off the street.

Sherpa: But you saw how good I was the other day and- *door slams*

*van leaving garage, skeet with a team of students inside*
Skeet: Now listen up guys, there’s been an attack on an office building with at least three meta humans reported. They don’t seem terribly strong, but there’s lots of hiding spots they can utilize. The police have heard no hostage demands so it might’ve been a theft that they weren’t furtive enough on or-

Sherpa; *pops up from the back* Well well this is a nice van. I feel just like Shaggy in the back with-

Skeet: Santosh how’d you get in here? I didn’t show you the garage.

Sherpa: I looked at a map on the wall, and you really should lock that door.

Skeet: you’re not supposed to be-

Sherpa: What? Are you going to risk more lives by wasting time to take me back?

Skeet: Okay fine, but just stay back and watch, understand?

Sherpa: Hmm. I was about to tell you the same thing.

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Obscuria #2, Starting Hand.
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*inside of building, door opens*
Skeet: And here’s the 9th floor where the most action has been seen- *energy blast shoots by*

Scillery: What are you doing here Chiron’s Class? Get out of here before your diapers need changing.

Little Lion Man: Oh, its just ‘ol Scillery. Did those vending machines get too tough for you lizard face?

Scillery: *shoots beam* BLEEP off kiddies, I’m working for some big men this time.

Skeet: *grabs Scillery* And perhaps you’d like to tell the police about these big men when you go to the big house.

Scillery: *weakened* My power…

Skeet: …will be put to better use.

Sherpa: What was that about?

Skeet: I can drain the superpowers of opponents, hence my mosquito motif.

Lion Man: Hey, where did Meat bag go?

Meat Bag: Oh, just over here making new friends *guy has a gun to his head*

Man: Y-you monsters killed everyone in my gang! But I’ll at least get one oof yours if you don’t let me out.

Meat Bag: As I explained before, we aren’t with those others who-

Man: Shut up!

Sherpa: What are you so calm about!? He’s got a gun to-

Skeet: Just stay back its all fine, you’ll see.

Man: That’s it you freaks, if you won’t take me seriously-*BLAM!*

Meat Bag: *unharmed* hello.

*BLAM BLAM BLAM*
Meat bag: *still unharmed* I hope those bullets weren’t too expensive.

Skeet: *grabs man* Oh yes, Ican also take away stamina fromanyoneI touch.

Man: unnnnh!

Sherpa: So are you immortal or something?

Meat bag: I have an indestructible body. Guns, knives, bombs, nothing hurts me. *sits on man* And I can change my personal gravity to make myself lighter or heavier.

Man: Aaaah!

Lion man: This just isn’t his day.
Exilf: And so he can lie about his weight. Other than that he’s a useless, chatty fatass who stands around taking hits, hence-

Sherpa: -hence the name Meat Bag, I get it.

Skeet: Enough guys. There’s too much ground to cover, so we’ll split into two groups.

Sherpa: You and the girls go left, while me and Scooby-

Skeet: If you meet someone you can’t handle, call the others on the wrist phones.

Sherpa; Calling Dick Tracy, Calling-

Exilf: Will you stop referencing ancient BLEEP already?

*they walk off*
L-Lion man: That new fella looks like he’ll be almost a big a pain as Meat bag.

Danielle: I think he might be cool, we were all a little jumpy and freaked out when we- what was that?

*Pokerface humming, rummaging through stuff*
L-Lion man: Stop right there, what are you doing?

Pokerface Oh no don’t hurt me please! It was all my boss’ idea, I’m just a witless pawn. I have a wife and family, what will become of the? Ohhhh!

Meat bag: That’s gotta be the weakest villain ever.

L-Lion man: Calm down, just tell me what you’re doing here.

Pokerface: *whimper* o-okay. This office building is a front for the mob. My boss visited the don’s lieutenant here to get a list of certain people from him. But they disputed the over the price. So my boss f-forced us to attack and loot the place.

L-Lion man: This’ll be easy. You two take jester man to the police outside. I’ll call up skeet so those three will look out for the boss, he sounds dangerous.

Pokerface: crushes watch* Indeed I am.

L-Lion man: What?

Pokerface: Thanks, I now know there’s more of you twits to waste. *slashes Lion man with cards*And before you die-- my name’s not “Jester man” its- *attack blocked by a spell form Danielle*
Oh, a witch *snaps fingers, big guy comes up squeezes Danielle and Meat bag* I can’t think of any magicians who can do much with their arms pinned down and their bodies crushed. *walks out* Ronko will entertain you while I go meet your friends.

Meat bag: You know, this is the closest I’ve been to a girl.

Danielle: Quit it, your not helping (thought bubble): wait, that gives me an idea. *kisses Ronko*

Ronko: Trying to stun me into letting go? Sorry, that only works for hot women, not raggedy little-
*Meat bag kisses Ronko*
Ronko: Augh! You nasty little-
*Danielle blasts him*
Danielle: I’ll check on Ambrose, go warn the others.

Meat bag: *running to the others* Guys! Did you see him?

Sherpa: See who?

Meat bag: This Sneaky-card shark- jester-thing he’s the boss of them- *hit by cards* -and he hasn’t realized my invulnerability.

Exilf: Who are you?

Pokerface: The name’s Pokerface.

Sherpa: Yeah? You look more like a disco stick to me.

Meat bag: Hee ha ha disco stick! Kee hee galahs hoho snort tee hee disco stick.

Exilf: And I thought it was the villains who had the annoying laughs.

Sherpa: Quit it meat head, you’re ruining the mood.

Meat bag: Its meat bag not meat head.

Sherpa: I don’t care, now where did- *Pokerface slashes from behind*

*Exilf narrowly dodges cards*
Skeet: Those cards are razor sharp! I’ll need to drain him quickly. *touches Pokerface, hands burn* Aaaagh!

Pokerface: Oh I’m sorry. You’re a nice looking guy, but you’re just not my type.

Exilf: What are you!?

Pokerface: I’m the bringer of the end.

*Sherpa comes out, lands on and stabs Pokerface who bursts into cards*
Sherpa: Somehow I don’t think that’s the last we’ve seen of him.

Meat bag: Next time Sherpa, next tiiiime!

Sherpa: Quiet you.

Exilf:

*Later, van driving away*
Skeet: Well the jobs done for today, but there’s still a lot of unanswered questions. And we need to talk about that knife. we’re strictly against lethal force.

Sherpa; This is a kukri, and its really more of a multi use tool than a weapon.

L, Lion man: Yeah? What’ve you used it for?

*Pictures showing cutting meat, chopping wood, digging, shaving*
Meat bag: Wait, you’ve actually shaved with that thing?

Sherpa: Just give me some lather and I’ll show you.

Danielle: See? I told you he’d be cool.

Skeet: Sigh. Okay Santosh, don’t start thinking this will all be fun and games. There’s rigorous training and testing you need to go through.

Sherpa: Bring it on, I’m not scared. *Next day, at the Chiron’s Class building, Sherpa lifting weights*

Tester: Very good Mr. Dhungel, that’s a3 ton weight you’re lifting now.

Sherpa: *drops down weight* pant, huff, please tell me there’s no more strength tests, my arm feels like Jell-o already.

Tester: ha ha, don’t worry, we’ve done enough to gauge your powers and you’re one of our stronger students.

Sherpa; Really? That’s-

Caber: *walks up and lifts weight with one hand* Strength testing huh? I remember starting on these little ones.

*Sherpa glares*
Tester: I said stronger, not strongest.

Noonwood: *walks in* Ah, so this is the new fellow. I’m Archibald Noonwood, founder and director of this school.

Sherpa: So finally we meet, I’ve heard a lot about you from Skeet.

Noonwood: Yes, and Jagendorf told me about your little venture yesterday.

Sherpa: Yeah? I really helped lot didn’t I?

Noonwood: heh heh, you also disobeyed an order to stay here. I’ll let it go this time…but I’d better not see any of that from you again. I don’t like loose canons. Now get to the auditorium, there’s a speech all new students have to listen to.

* at auditorium*
Sherpa; Danielle, I didn’t realize you were new here too.

Danielle: Yeah, I’m sort of new. I joined 2 months ago and passed their tests with flying colors.

Sherpa: Hmm. I started heroing about 2 months ago myself.

Danielle: Say how did you start anyway?

Sherpa: Well, it began when I got this suit which-

Caber: *flumps down nearby* Well hi there little guy, I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Allison Marnsdale, but everyone calls me “Al”.

Sherpa: “Well hi there” I’m Santosh P. Dhungel, which is Newari for “go piss off”.

Noonwood: Attention all new students, you are part of an ever-growing minority. Roughly one in every 65,000 people in the world is a meta human of some sort. In the United States, this ratio is about doubled. That might not sound like a lot, but when computed with the millions of thousands in the world, it comes to a staggering amount! This number includes all manner of mutants, cyborgs, alien hybrids, magicians, telepaths, and anyone else otherwise enhanced by science or sorcery. A select handful have enough power to literally move mountains…*while he was talking, a slideshow went on behind him, not it shows a picture of the world’s most famous super hero*

Goggle Guy: *behind Sherpa* Yeah! Go Shinning Star!

Other student: he’s the greatest.

Noonwood: …But the vast majority posses weaker, simple powers. The thoughts of the masses are filled with criminals, maniacs, and vigilantes, but most meta humans just want to live and work peacefully with everyone else. And that is our biggest goal at Chiron’s Class, to show the world that your type are human. To soothe contemptuous views of society. To bridge the gap between those with and without powers. So go forth and become something to be proud of. Study hard, train to control your powers, and stay out of trouble.

*days later*
Sherpa: When Noonwood said “stay out of trouble” did he ever foresee Frank and Herb’s weasel racing racket?

Caber: h, its just some dumb fun of theirs, now I’m trying to get this paper done.

Sherpa: That’s not homework, its just some letter.

Caber: Okay, I was having a one minute break, give it back.

Sherpa: Well the schoolwork’s a breeze--

Caber: For you.

Sherpa: --but the tedious waiting around is what I can’t stand. I was expecting more action.

Caber: Well maybe if you’d stop be’n such a cold fish and started act’n friendlier-

Skeet: *walks in* Hey Santosh you’ve been officially approved for field duty, with your first mission coming up soon…

Sherpa: Yes, finally!

Skeet: …And Al is coming too.
*Sherpa with annoyed look*

*A brief drive and a quarter of a battle later…*
Sherpa: Oh so now you’re bullet proof too?

Caber: Naw, they still leave nasty welts.

Sherpa: Welts!? Agh, Skeet when am I gonna freeze someone? You said you needed me here.

Skeet: What’s your big hurry?

Sherpa: I haven’t figured out how to draw moisture from the air yet. So to generate ice I need to take moisture from my body…

Skeet: And that’s why you drank that whole gallon of water?

Sherpa: Tell me to freeze someone or I’m going right here!

Skeet: Alright fine, go trap those guys over there.

Sherpa: *freezes group of escaping thugs* Ahhhh, that’s so much better.

Exilf: That’s disgusting.

Big daddy Dok: What are you chumps doing slaving away for the man? We’re stronger than a whole Pig station put together. We can take what we want.

Caber: * catches Dok’s fist* Aw, thanks but I’m a simple girl, I don’t need much *throws Dok down* your butt in jail will do nicely.

B.D. Dok: You’re a girl? Sure fooled me.

Caber: What?

B.D. Dok: Most super girls are much thinner, with long hair, and less clothing and with some weak energy based power. *looks at Exilf* Like her, she’s got the right idea. Yes sir-ee, I wouldn’t mind getting busted up by that. No problem with- *BONK*

Caber: Their boss Big Daddy Dok is down, their bank robbery is foiled.

Pokerface: *off screen* My word, what is this? The month of the meddlers? The year of the yearning young?

Skeet: You!

Pokerface: But really, why do you have to be such buzz kills? Isn’t it my turn to win?

Skeet: Stop treating this like a game. You’ve injured nine guards and you’re staling money other people worked for.

Pokerface: You’re the bigger fool for not realizing this is a game, one with a much bigger board than you can guess.

Skeet: Quit with the riddles and tell us what you’re after.

Pokerface: *stops him with cards* But its so much more fun when the other player doesn’t know the game he’s playing. Oh well, if I can’t get some operating funds then I’ll at least take a consolation prize. *cards surround Sherpa* And now I’ll just take my package and- hey stop that struggling, you’ll only cut yourself.

Sherpa: I grew up with a man that threw bricks at me when he was in a good mood. I won’t be overcome by threat of pain.

Pokerface: Sore loser, I wouldn’t even be here if it wasn’t for your- *Caber plows intohim, he bursts into cards*

Caber: I didn’t think he was gonna explode like that. Did…I murder him?

Skeet: No he did the same thing last time, I’m certain he’ll be back. Worry more about those injured people.

Caber: Right, I’ll fix ‘em up in a jiffy.

Sherpa: What’s that you’re doing?

Caber: I have a healing touch, probably my best gift. Though it takes a lot out of me.

Sherpa: And you’re codenamed Caber, after the wooden pole that Scotsmen throw in tests of strength?

Caber: Yep, that’s the one.

Sherpa: Strength, flight, and durability fit, but a mending power? That’s too ridiculous.

Caber: Whatever, my powers are close enough. What do you want me to do turn my skin into wood? Anyway, it looks like you could use my “ridiculous” power, you’ve been cut up pretty badly.

Sherpa: My suit grants me regeneration, and even repairs itself over time, I don’t need anyone’s help.

Caber: Wow, unfriendly, nit picky, and mule-headed. That’s not a winning combination little buddy.

Sherpa: Well at least I’m not a loud, big assed heap of hillbilly meat like you.

Caber: Why you scrawny little-

*And while the two belligerent team mates spat on, Skeet is lost in thought*

Skeet: (thought bubble) Out of us four, why did that jester grab Santosh? He’s just a rookie, and not even the strongest. I must keep an eye on him. There’s much more than what he’s told us, or even what he knows himself.

Sherpa: …and I’m sure Ms. Farm-fresh is going to get all the credit for this fight.

Exilf: Actually, about that…

*The next day, Sherpa reading or watching the news*
Sherpa: What!? Heist was foiled by “an anonymous group of meta human youth” working in coalition with the police?

Skeet: As I’ve said before, we’re more about teaching and training than fighting.

Caber: And besides, we should be helping people. Not looking for fame or personal gain.

Sherpa: Of course, everyone’s gaining something but me.

--END--



Obscuria #3: Monkeying Around
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Sherpa: *battle scarred* Alright you feathered jackanape, where are you? I’m ready for-

*Ostrich monster attacks, with Little Lion Man clinging on, Sherpa gets knocked and pinned down by foot next to Goggle Guy*

Goggle Guy: Maybe this’ll be a good time to test out that crazy religion of yours. I’d like to come back as an otter, how about you?

Sherpa; It doesn’t work that way. And I’m not Hindu or Bhuddist, I wasn’t raised in either way. I don’t think I’ve even been to Nepal, how many times must I tell you idiots that?

Little Lion Man: Skeet, you’ve come to!

*Skeet drains ostrich monster, sun comes up, ostrich turns into a little old man*
Old man: Bless you youngsters, I hope no one was hurt.

Skeet: Nope, we contained you for the night, it was no trouble at all Mr. Whimpleton.

Sherpa: Yeah, no one got hurt except us. Care to explain to me why he hasn’t been locked up?

Skeet: Mr. Whimpleton only changes once every new moon. And its been proven that he has no control or memory of his actions in ostrich form.

Sherpa: Fine, but isn’t there something to fix his little problem?

Skeet: Sure, his condition could be cured by a 3.1million dollar surgery that no one wanted to pay for.

Sherpa: So we spent all night getting pecked half to death by monster ostrich just to save some jerks some money?

Goggle Guy: Heh, this isn’t even our strangest mission. Remember that demon rat from outer space?

L Lion Man: That was my pet hairless cat you moron. And you traumatized her for life.

Skeet: it’s a good exercise in damage control. And as I’ve told you before Santosh, we’re not a crime fighting force. We’re a school for-

Sherpa: Fin whatever, I don’t need to hear you and Noonwood’s speech for a thousandth time.

*Later, Sherpa reading a book by himself, Skeet and Noonwood looking on from a distance*
Skeet: I don’t know what to do with him. He breezes through school work and he’s done well in missions. But he never socializes or makes fiends. I can’t make him open up about his past nor shake him from trying to use this palce as a stepping stone to fame.

Noonwood: But we can’t keep him from graduating and leaving without good cause.

Skeet: Yes, but-

Noonwood: Zach, you know I’ve been having trouble just getting support for this program. The government would rather spend on new ways to blow things up, than on something that prevents people from becoming villains in the long run.

Zach: Right. But I’m sure the higher-ups will see the light of Chiron’s Class eventually. And maybe the situation with Santosh will improve.

Noonwood: Speaking of new students, there may be a potential new recruit in Lake Winecoco.

Skeet: You mean the “ape man” that’s been spotted over there? That’s not a hoax?

Noonwood: No, and so far he’s only done minor thefts and property damage. How about you try and give him a visit before it gets worse.

Skeet: Alright, its been a while since I had a good flight *grabs wing pack*

*5 days later*
Exilf: What do you mean Zach’s gone missing?

Noonwood: He hasn’t made a report since first reaching the lake. Even if his communicator broke down, Zachary should’ve made it back yesterday.

Sherpa: Don’t worry, it’s a lake. He’s probably just buzzing around with his extended family.

Noonwood: This isn’t the time for flippancy Mr. Dhungel. I don’t want to lose any students, especially not someone who’s been with the program since its beginning. Now we’re organizing a search party led by instructor Springstep. It’ll be a day long drive, so get together some students that can get along.

*Later, Sherpa with Caber, Little Lion Man, Goggle Guy?, Meat bag?, and Springstep*
Sherpa: So much for “students that can get along”. Here I am stuck with Beach Bum, Lard Lass, Blob, and a Mumford and Sons song.

Caber: Hey you’re the one who volunteered to come. I can’t believe the boss man let you, knowing your motives.

Sherpa: I don’t know what you’re talking about.

Caber: Oh come on, team leader captured. Big chance for you to play hero for the camera.

Sherpa: Why whatever happened to your wholesome, good girl trusting nature?

Springstep: She met you, that’s what happened. Now get ready we’re getting near Skeet’s last transmission.

*Later, L, Lion man sniffing around*
L. Lion Man: Skeet was walking around here, but I’m no good at finding out where he flew.

Springstep: And you can’t detect anyone else’s trail?

L. Lion Man: No, just a few ordinary forest animals.

Guy: *coming up* Hey can I help you?

*later at big home near forest*
Caber: This is your “Summer cottage”? It’s bigger than my home town!

Sherpa: Caber!*Caber tracking mud inside*

Caber: What? Oh right. Thank you for inviting us in Mr. Jones, I don’t know where my manners are.

Sherpa: (muttering) That’s not it…

Tim Jones: Oh pay it no mind, I’m just glad to do anything to help the superhero cause. I’m so sorry you’re Mr. Skeet was captured by that awful meta human group.

Springstep: Yes, no if you could tell us more about what happened…

*Sherpa looking around in other rooms*
Caber: And where are you sneaking off to?

Sherpa: I don’t trust that guy.

Caber: So? You don’t trust anyone.

Sherpa: There’s too many coincidences in his story. He says he’s a millionaire’s son who just happened to take a vacation, where some creature happened to be lurking. Then on a hike he just happened to see Skeet get nabbed by some vigilante-terrorist group that’s rarely been seen in these parts. Anyway, I’d almost ask you to get your loud clumsy butt out of here, if your muscle wouldn’t be useful.

Caber: Really! I’m not some trained gorilla for you to order around-

Sherpa: True, trained gorillas smell better.

Caber:-I’m a person with feelings- wait, what did you say?

Sherpa: You’re a wonderful unique person with untold vestiges of potential. *opens door, goes into room with a monkey in it* speak of the devil…

Caber: What’s a critter like that doing here?

Sherpa: Well, I’ve heard that rich people sometimes keep exotic pets… *reads monkey’s nametag* Shock? Why would anyone name a monkey- *gets electrocuted by Shock* How on earth does an animal get super powers!? And why isn’t he zapping you?

*Shock hugging Caber*
Caber: Must be sensitive to vibes and felt your mean spirit.

Sherpa: Or maybe he thinks you’re a relative.

Professor Primeape: To me Shock, you know you shouldn’t play with the human trash…especially when we’re going to destroy them.

Caber: What?

P, Primeape: Yes that’s right, …*some big anti human rant, haven’t thought it out yet*…Nothing to say? No doubt you are terrified into silence by the-

Caber: Sherpa? He’s got a bear trap for a mouth.

Shepa: Yes.

Professor Primeape: how dare you compare my wondrous canines to your crude mechanisms? Prepare to- *easily knocked out by caber*

Sherpa: Thanks for nothing, we can’t question him if he’s unconscious.

Caber: Why’d I need to question him? Can’t we just check the door he came through?

Sherpa: Uh, of course, I was just about to suggest that.

*passage leads to a crude cave lab, Skeet chained to a wall*
Caber: Zach!

*Sherpa and Caber bringing Skeet up, rest of team coming into room*
Sherpa: Where’s that jackass Jones? He’s got a lot coming to him.

Sprinstep: When we were talking some pager of his started beeping and he rushed off. We thought he ran to this direction, and ran into that planet of the apes reject.

Meatbag: Lion man? Why does he have a bear trap for a mouth?

P, Primeape: Stop mocking my mouth you little freaks before I- *PP, Lionman, and Meatbag blasted*

Tim Jones: *in a costume* That pint sized fleabag scratched my hand when he shook it. But I’ll be shaking far better hands when I launch my career as Johnny Captain Man!

Springstep: So let me guess at that getup: you were going to have monkey man terrorize places until you came up and played hero is that it?

Johnny Captain Man: Until your nosey green friend looked into places he shouldn’t have been in, yes. But my efforts in hiring that specialist to power the three of us won’t have gone to waste. I’ll re-launch Johnny Captain Man’s career as soon as I eliminate you all.

Sherpa: First that horrid name, and now you’re firing energy from your palms? If there’s insipidity worse than your, I don’t want to know it.

Johnny Captain Man: Oh crawl back to your ghetto foreign trash. I went through ages of daddy telling me I was a no good leech. But he’ll be singing a differentiae when I’m a world famous hero on every station and a dozen fan sites.

Caber: Hey look another attention whore, you two should get along perfectly.

Sherpa: Don’t you dare compare him to me!

*Sherpa and Caber land some hits, but JC Man appears resistant. Skeet grabs a hold of him*
Johnny Captain Man: Oh no you don’t insect boy, I know about your power draining. *shakes Skeet off*

Caber: You getting hungry? ‘cause I have a specialty for-

Johnny Captain Man: Knuckle sandwiches? Go ahead and try troll-woman, I’ll just- *gets hit* I-I actually felt that! But how?-

Skeet: I thought it was funny that Little Lion Man scratched you, yet Sherpa’s and Caber’s blows did so little. So I figured you had a force field on you. Clever hiding the transmitter under your cape by the way. *holds disconnected device*

*force field falters, Sherpa and caber subdue JC Man, but Sherpa gets too aggressive*
Skeet: Sherpa that’s enough, he’s down. I said stop dammit!*pulls Sherpa off*

Sherpa: No! That spoiled hack was born into the lap of luxury and look what he’s done with it. I got raised in a rat hole with nothing.

Caber: So what? You’re not happy until everyone’s as miserable as you?

Sherpa: *troubled expression* …I’ll go wait for you guys in the van…

--END--

Sherpa/Santosh Dhungel
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Super strength-can lift about 3 tons, above normal speed and agility, healing factor and limited ice powers. Raised in a poor and abusive childhood, his life forever changed when he cam across an ethnic cloth outfit that gave him powers. The mystery of his past deepens when he encounters old foes and aquaintences of a dead Sherpa hero who call him an imposter/usurper. He's eventually revealed to be a clone of the old Sherpa hero created by villain Dream Breaker, who had him grow in culivated misery so he'd become a villain.

Skeet/Zachary Jagendorf
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Can drain energy and stamina from foes, mechanical wing pack, competant tactician and mechanic, moderatly skilled in had to hand. Born into a rich family, they were ashamed of him when his powers manifested and his skin turned green. Was among the very first to join Chiron's Class, eventually becoming an idealist instructor and recruiter.

Caber/Allison Marnsdale
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Super strength-can lift about 25 tons, enhanced durability-partially bullet proof, flight, healing touch. The youngest of 6 children in a farmer family, she never left her hometown until months ago. Curious, rowdy, but good natured she never backs down from helping people. Caber and Sherpa start off dislking each other but eventually become lovers.

Danielle Sartch
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A witch in training whose teacher died too soon. A bit bookish like Santosh, she's had self esteem problems with being the most vulnerable of the team. Eventually turns out to be a missing twin heir to an order of witches and wizards. Here magic is more of an overly complex psuedo-science, sort of like in Discworld.

Pokerface
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Some degree of above normal strngth, flight, creates and manipulates cards, can turn himself into cards to evade damage, but it dosen't work on attacks he can't see. Some sort of creation of Dream Breaker's, he's a key recruiter and organizer in a plot to create a massive villain army. his sinister levity clashes with Skeet's earnesty, but also hates Sherpa for getting more attention from Dream Breaker.

And a few random minor villains in the series
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Obscuria #4: Who Dares Enter the Macabre Market?
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*two kids tossing a lunch box away from another kid*
Kid 1: Come on Maynard, let’s see some action from your chubby little legs…ooh! Too slow! *throws it to kid2*

Maynard: Give it back guys, my mom can’t afford another one.

Kid2: Yeah, your momma’s so poor she has to shout Ding Dong when you ring the door bell *throws to kid1, but it falls into abandoned store parking lot*

Maynard: Aw nice, you had to throw it near the haunted Mo Doh mart.

Kid2: Shut up, ghosts aren’t real.

Maynard: They do in that place. Even some grown ups say it.

Kid1: Those two bums would make up anything for a nickel. And old man Forrester from across the street is half blind.

Maynard: Well if you’re so sure go knock on the boards over the entrance

Kid1: …well…it…

Kid2: Hey hurry it up, you don’t wanna look like a chicken in front of Maynard of all people do you?

Kid1: Of course I’m not chicken. I’ll bust those boards down if I wanted to.

*walks up, gets fist near a board, then suddenly an evil looking ghost pops up, all three kids run away scared*

Narration: Meanwhile, our hero is locked in a fierce battle…

Sherpa: You’re dead meat!

Narration: …Called Dodge ball.

Caber: Its gonna take more than fighting words to win this one small fry- *throws ball but slips on a water puddle* Tobin, you’re leaving water all over the place.

Goggle Guy: Sorry, but you know my powers only work when I’m, wet. At least its better than that ugly clump of rags Santosh wears.

Sherpa: Ha, caught the ball, you’re out Al. And I’ll have you know that my suit is gorgeous.

Caber: Stupid rule killing all the fun…

Goggle Guy: Yeah, pretty for a third world frozen BLEEP hole country.

Sherpa: Hey Nepal’s got lots of valleys that are quite warm, and take that.

Goggle Guy: Missed me. And how would you know, you said you’ve never been there.

Sherpa: Books and education can take one to lots of places if you ever got your head out of your BLEEP.

Goggle Guy: And if you got your nose out of books and exercised once in a while you wouldn’t throw like a girl--sorry Al.

*Sherpa gets mad, lunges and hits GG repeatedly shouting OUT OUT OUT*

Skeet: *walks up* So is someone getting mad from being all cooped up? Then maybe you’d like a mission to go on.

*Sherpa, Skeet, Caber and Danielle standing in front of Supermarket*

Sherpa: So what are we doing at a supposedly haunted store? Shouldn’t we be after that masked card shark who’s given us all that trouble?

Skeet: There hasn’t been any sight of Pokerface in over two weeks. Besides the neighbors have reported odd sightings and sounds for quite a while, so Noonwood thought we should check it out.

Caber: Some neighborhood. we’ve passed 5 liquor stores, 3 medical marijuana places, and the only food store we see is abandoned. What do people eat around here?

Sherpa: Well for one thing, they wouldn’t eat as much as you Caber cow. But I’ll give points for originality. Its not a generic run down Victorian mansion with a swamp and graveyard in the back. And it’s a good sign that our van hasn’t broke down in a rainstorm.

Skeet: Enough. Crafter, scan the area for magical energies once more.

Danielle: I still think that’s a stupid codename. Okay lets see…yes, the stuff’s coming in strong from there. It doesn’t feel like its generated from another sorcerer, its more like…

Skeet: More like what?

Danielle: Nothing, its just something I haven’t faced before.

Skeet: You sounded like you recognized it.

Caber: Oh c’mon, lets just get on with it, we’re burning day light. *smashes through boards, gets inside*

Skeet: Caber! Agh, both of you stay near me. It’ll be easy to get lost in this mist.

Sherpa: Hmph, stupid girl just rushing ahead with no plan or idea of what’s she’s up against. You won’t see anyone getting the drop on me, that’s for sure. I’m scanning my environment, I’ve got my ears open for all sounds, I- *falls down stairs*

Skeet: Sherpa? Sherpa? Great, he’s wandered off too. Don’t leave my sight Crafter.

Danielle: That’ll be hard, can’t see 3 feet in front of you.

Skeet: So are you sure you couldn’t-

Danielle: No, I can’t do anything to clear the mist. There’s loads of spells I didn’t learn when my teacher died.

Skeet: Yet you’ve broken curfew studying those books at all hours. I don’t understand your mumbo jumbo.

Danielle: Well of course, you’re a mechanics person, always tinkering with the van and stuff. While my talent seems to be a dying art, since we’ve never found anyone who could help me with magic.

Skeet: Did you hear that? I think those were footsteps.

Danielle: Allison is that you?

Skeet: Codenames, Crafter.

*Dark shadow looms from behind, meanwhile, sherpa waking in a pile of worms*

Sherpa: …ngh, ow my head. Where-AAAH! Et ‘em off get off!

*runs out of stairwell, crashes into Caber*

“Caber“: Walk much you dumb jerk?

Sherpa: Sorry, but you’d understand my panic if you knew what I was just in-

“Caber”: *turns around revealing a dead decaying face* It couldn’t have been worse than my day.

*Sherpa runs off screaming, bumps into real Caber*

Caber: What do you keep screaming bloody murder for? You’d think that-

Sherpa: *hits Caber* Get away from me monster!

Caber: Hey! * hits Sherpa a lot harder he crashes through shelves* What the hell’s wrong with you!?

Sherpa: Oh Caber, it really is you.

Caber: Of course, who were you expecting?

Sherpa: uh, nothing.

Caber: So did you come to help me look, or is hitting team mates just a habit of yours?

Sherpa: Look I didn’t mean to- * tentacles grab leg, big octopus shows up* Hey I didn’t order seafood.

Caber: *picks up and throws Sherpa* If you’re well enough to pun, you’re well enough to fight. *octopus disappears* Huh? Where’d it go? Something that size couldn’t move very fast. *Sherpa crashes* Oh dear, I gotta get the little guy- wait, on second thought I ought to leave him ‘til he learns some respect for women. Hey voices--I think that’s Danielle spouting her magic.

*Skeet and Danielle battling monsters*
Skeet: So what you’re saying is that these things are magic-made illusions?

Danielle: Yes, that is with temporal tangibility based on the fluxations in the occultation fields. Additionally there’s pulsing phenomatics from-

Skeet: Alright, okay stop that! Geez I thought magic was just waving a stick around and speaking gibberish.

Danielle: Yeah, and mechanics is just putting pieces into other pieces and giving them funny names.

Skeet: My forte doesn’t have funny names.

Danielle: *names some ridiculously complicated sounding machine part*

Skeet: Well that’s a highly specialized part, not used in everyday-

*monster looms behind them, Caber knocks it down*
Caber: Okay guys lets save the jibber jabber for a time when we aren’t getting threatened.

Skeet: We wouldn’t be so threatened if you just waited for us to asses the place, and come in as a team.

Danielle: Where’s Santosh?

Caber: He’s…doing some scouting, he’ll be fine.

*Sherpa getting chased by monster elsewhere*

Skeet: Everyone keeps saying their real names, why not just shout it out? Why even bother wearing masks?

Danielle: Anyway, I’m picking up on the source of the magic creating all this. Its right around here, feel around until you find a door.

Skeet: Here’s one! Now everyone stay back, we’ve no idea what sort of traps or creatures that lurk behind there. Whoever it is, will put up a fight and won’t just let us-

*door opens, skeet falls in*
Dream Breaker: In? Well you found me quicker than I expected. But it wasn’t much fun anyway since the mists obstructed the cameras view. I didn’t even get a good look at your fourth team mate.

Skeet: We’re not here for your entertainment. Now, who are you, what’re you doing here, and what is THAT? *points at Draug*

Dream Breaker: For what little I care, you can call me Dream Breaker. I specialize in making monsters whether working from scratch, or altering the mundane man, I use limited tricks of magic, technology and surgery to create powered people. And they don’t need much supervision. I can dump my creations anywhere and they almost always have their picture on a wanted poster within weeks.

Skeet: So then that’s your latest creation I take it?

Dream Breaker: Surprisingly no, this fellow was like that when I found him. It appears he’s a human’s mind trapped in a demon’s body. Like a reverse possession if you will. He was just wandering around repulsing everyone he met, so I caught and drugged him, and have been experimenting with his powers for two months. It’s been delightful terrorizing the idiot locals with illusions generated from him. Today however, that rube girl woke me from a nap when she lumbered in-

Caber: That does it! What makes you think you can just screw around with people’s lives? They aren’t toys that you tinker around with and throw away when you get bored. Let’s see you make monsters when your lab’s crushed and broken.*Caber starts smashing the place, tries to hit B, who teleports aside*

Dream Breaker: My sanctum lies on the other side of the globe. This is just a tiny expendable outpost, I have dozens of others in this country alone.

Skeet: All the more reason to apprehend you then-AAH! *Skeet tries to grab DB, DB blasts him off*

Dream Breaker: No, you’ll have to do with my apologies. I have a task list that’s far toolong to allow me to waste time sitting in prison. *teleports away*

Caber: Now what? I don’t think he’s coming back anytime soon.

Skeet: First thing is to turn this machinery off.*mists disappear, a monster vanishes as Sherpa lunges at it*

Caber: Danielle, you’ve been quiet all this time. What’s wrong?

Danielle: It’s just…well, he’s the first magician I’ve met since my teacher died. I can’t help but wonder if they’re all like that. My teacher kept saying I was meant for great things, but what were they?

Draug: *waking up* Wngh, my ach’n keel. When did I get here? Last thing I remember is drinking BLEEPing doobie that the helmeted guy said would cure me.

Caber: You were the lab rat for a no good quack, but we’ve got you freed.

Skeet: You’re in good hands now. We’re part of an organization that promotes peace and understanding between-

Sherpa: *comes in* Alright who’s in here!? Is that shipwreck thing the cause of this nightmare?

Skeet: well yes, but-

Sherpa: *starts hitting Draug* Hideous behemoth, I’ll exceed all definitions of pain on you. Since walking in here I’ve been tossed around, sent to a bed of maggots, and-

Caber: *pulls Sherpa off* Quit that ya crazy, he’s gonna be one of us.

Draug: I hope that wasn’t a sample of your peace and understanding.

*Some explanations later, group walking out of building*
Sherpa: Dream Breaker? Well if I was there he wouldn’t have gone two stps regardless of what he called himself.

Skeet: A villain who creates villains. Who knows how many lives he’s ruined or atrocities he’s made possible. I’ve got to look into his history as soon as we report back.

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Obscuria #5: Dirty Job Doers
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*Sherpa fighting Dirty Dan while falling*

Dirty Dan: BLEEPing eat brass you little BLEEPing BLEEP. You have the stones of a BLEEPing rabbit. Your-

Sherpa: (thought bubble) I face off with a nameless nobody villain, and he batters me like a punching bag while spouting three explicatives per sentence. How do the days devolve into this? But then again it didn’t exactly start off normal…

*Earlier that day…Skeet and Sherpa looking through papers*

Danielle; So what’ve you got there?

Skeet: Papers found at Dream Breaker’s spook store. Some of them are burned, but they mostly appear to be lab notes.

Sherpa: Say how’s his experiment the living shipwreck doing?

Danielle: His name is Garret, and he’s not coping well. Before the accident he was a software programmer-*laptop thrown, angry yell* -And now he can’t type with those cumbersome cannon fingers. On topof that it could be weeks before I figure out a spell that could change him back.

Skeet: So he’ll be with us for a while. Maybe we should think of a codename in case he ever goes on a mission.

Sherpa: How about Draug, a Nordic sea spirit? I’d say its pretty fitting since he’s part demon.

*Skeet in a troubled silence*

Sherpa: What? Surely it wasn’t that bad of a name-

Skeet: No, its this paper. Half of it was burned but I can just barely see something in a blackened edge. The Atrocious Nation of Sin.

Danielle: What’s that?

Sherpa: Oh I’ve read about them. They were a big dysfunctional villain group that was formed in the 1960’s.

Skeet: No, it was much more than that Santosh. Under the devious command of Master Horricus, 792 super villains were gathered into one army. The Atrocious Nation of Sin was and still is the largest group of hostile super powered beings in mankind’s history.

Sherpa: Yet the so-called nation collapsed in just two weeks. And so great was their failure that the great Master Horicus fled and cryogenically froze himself for 55 years.

Skeet: Yes, the ANS fell from their overly diverse ranks. They had robbers, freak outcasts, communists agents, killers, ex-Nazis, aliens, even meta human rights extremists. All those motives and egos couldn’t cooperate for long. But in those two weeks they killed thousands and wrecked more destruction than two atom bombs combined. So you should understand my fear when a creator of villains would even mention that group.

Sherpa: Aw, you sure he wasn’t just writing a history report for madman school?

Skeet: Don’t even-

Nonwood: *comes in* Don’t drain him Zacharyhe might be needed for this upcoming job.

Skeet: What is it?

Noonwood: A C-list crook Bombistador and his gang have stolen an artifact that we’ve planted a tracer in. We now know where his base is, so I want you to assemble a maneuverable team of three or four and take back the artifact before police forces come in and tear the place up. Try to sneak in as much as possible, Bombistador has had a muscle hiring spree and he’s got a young rookie villain Dirty Dan working for him.

Sherpa: Haha, he’ll remain minor with a name like that. Is he going to fling mud at us?

Noonwood: He’s not a big name, but nevertheless I want your team in and out quickly with minimal confrontation. Just weaken their defenses and occupy them long enough for the police to move in.

*later*
Sherpa: I still can’t believe you brought tons of fun over for what should be a stealth mission.

Skeet: As I’ve said before, you and Caber are to distract the main forces while me and crafter get the artifact back. We’re then to meet back at the van in eight minutes and let the police take over.
*they split up, Sherpa and Caber going down a corridor*

Caber: Where you going ya crazy? Skeet told us to attack the barracks thata way.

Sherpa: Fine go do that if it makes you happy. But I’m aiming to kick Bombistador’s butt and get big props for it. *opens door to a cafeteria with lots of henchmen*

Caber: So there were more of them over here, thanks for the help, crazy.

*fighting erupts*
Henchman *on phone*: Get reinforcements to the cafeteria fast! We’ve got two male intruders with superpowers-

Caber: Two males? Argh, what is it with you people? What kind of boy has such big hips? And whatdo these look like, tumors?

Henchman: EEEK! it’s a hermaphrodite!

*caber smashes bunch of henchmen in one blow*

Sherpa: Haha, wrong answer.

Caber: There’s plenty left over if you don’t stop that snicker’n. NOW!

*Meanwhile, alarm sounds*
Skeet: Caber and Sherpa are making good on their distraction, enough of the guards have rushed off…*Skeet drains a henchman to sleep* …to allow us to take the artifact back.

Dirty Dan: BLEEP yeah something’s going to be taken. But it ain’t an old BLEEPing chunk of clay. And the taking will be by the one and only, loud and proud BLEEPer me, Dan the man.

Skeet: You’re pretty egotistical for such an obscure metal man.

Danielle: And its liable to make you fall your butt that much harder.

Dirty Dan: Ha, your dumbass misinformation will be the end of your pathetic as BLEEP lives here. My current P.R. BLEEP is due to my be’n in training. Those weak-BLEEP heists I BLEEPed around in were just to measure my BLEEP.

Skeet: (thought bubble while fighting Dan) He’s moving too fast for me to drain his strength. Maybe if I out maneuvered him from the air.

Danielle: *shoots spell that misses* Yeah excuses excuses. Tell us anything except your own incompetence.

Dirty Dan: You stupid BLEEPs just don’t get it. I’m working with some big names, and-Agh!- *hit by spell* -you BLEEPs are just stepping stones. But I’m gonna be the biggest baddest BLEEP the underworld BLEEPs have ever seen. Gonna be BLEEping rolling in dough *grabs Skeet in mid air* gonnawaste any BLEEPs who tick me off *throws Skeet at Danielle forcing her to stop a spell* gonna drive the BLEEPing fastest cars *grabs Danielle in a choking hold* take whatever I want…*troubled pause* aw BLEEP that your ugly ass ain’t worth my foot long. *hrows Danielle down, pulls out gun, gun gets frozen in hand*

Sherpa: Capital thing I listened to that thug who said you were stationed here. Your defeat will grant a feather in my cap and-

Dirty Dan: *hits Sherpa, smashing the ice on his hand* Shut yer faggoty mouth slant-eye. That Tibetain death camp will look pretty BLEEPing good when I’m through with you.

Caber: *punches Dan away* Yeah a real tough guy you are, beating on girls and short people. Are you okay Danielle?

Sherpa: Yes, thanks for the concern Caber.

Caber: At least I got concern to spare unlike some glory hogging little- *hit by Dan from behind*

Dirty Dan: Don’t turn you’re back on me softie. You’re strong as BLEEP, I’ll give you that. *dodging and hitting Caber* Too bad your also slow, unskilled, and retarded as BLEEP.

Skeet: We’ll have to work as a team Caber, I’ll- *hit by Dan near artifact*

Sherpa: Hey not so close to the artifact, you could break it.

Dirty Dan: Ha, some anorexic little BLEEP you are. What queer BLEEP would care about some BLEEP made by primitive BLEEPs who couldn’t live past 30? *breaks artifact*

Sherpa: That’s it, why don’t I make you history? Maybe then you’ll have more respect- *lunging at Dan*

Dan: Git off ass muncher! I don’t want your tiny prick anywhere near-

*Danielle fires a spell that puts a hole in the floor*

Sherpa: Careful, you almost singed me.

Dan: I’ll give ya BLEEP loads worse than a singeing you- *tackles Sherpa into hole*

Danielle: I didn’t think the spell would do that. We’d better follow San-er-Sherpa.

Caber: Sure, after those two wear each other out a bit.

*old looking grenade rolls in their direction*

*Meanwhile, Sherpa and Dan exchange blows while falling*

Dirty Dan: BLEEPing eat brass you little BLEEPing BLEEP. You have the stones of a BLEEPing rabbit. Your skinny BLEEP ass should be grateful for my BLEEPing foot kicking it. *they land on ground, Dan hitting and cussing while Sherpa has a flashback of getting beaten as a child*

Sherpa: *throws off Dan, fights back* Get off me worthless vulgar moron! I’ve lived too many years pathetically cowering. And neither you nor anyone else is ever putting me in those depths again. *Dan knocked out* pant, pant, Looks like he couldn’t take as much as he gave. I should break the good news to the guys and-

*hit by smoke bomb, knocked out*

Bombistador: Be thankful I only used my concussion grenades diminutive freak. Had you been someone I heard of, I’d use my more deadlier caliber instead. Sanchez.

Henchman: Sir?

Bombistador: Get him and those other three creatures into cuffs and cells right away. I’m going to call in that expert on metas. What was his name again?

Henchman: I think it was breaker something…

To Be Continued…

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Obscuria #6: The places we’ve been
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CLANG CLANG CLANG *Sherpa, Caber, Skeet, and Danielle in separate cells, handcuffed. Caber beating handcuff against wall*

Sherpa: You’ve been banging that cuff against that wall for nearly an hour. Just give it a rest already.

Caber: Oh yeah, excuse me while I don’t lay down and wait to croak like you.

Sherpa: Me? I’m conserving my strength and waiting for the opportune moment.

Skeet: Sherpa’s right, we can’t do much with power draining handcuffs on, and it’s a waste of energy trying to bust them off. We can only wait for a better chance.

Danielle: Besides, its giving me a headache Al.

Caber: Okay, fine I’m stopping, but now what? There’s nothing else to do.

Sherpa: Well, its been almost two months and we still don’t know each other very well. Why don’t we swap origin stories? You know, how we got our powers and such.

Skeet: Correction: you don’t know us very well since you rarely interact with anyone.

Sherpa: All the more reason to prove yourself worthy of an interaction then.


Caber: Why you arrogant little-

Skeet: Alright, I can start us off. From as far as I can remember my parents pushed me to succeed. I was born into a wealthy family and studying to become an engineer and continue the family business. But then, a month after my 15th birthday I was kissing my girlfriend, when she started fainting in my hands, which were suddenly turning green. My parents became ashamed, so they shut me in, telling family and friends that I was at an exclusive school. I was still living comfortably, but it was lonely. And later frustrating as I heard more and more about what was happening to meta humans, some of them kids like me. But then when I was 16, Mr. Noonwood visited my estate with an offer to learn to control my powers and help other people like me. I gladly accepted and my parents didn’t mind being rid of me, and so I became one of the very first students of the Chiron’s Class. With fresh determination, I pushed myself in training, becoming a model student and instructor in two years.

Sherpa: And your power? Are you a natural or mutant or what?

Skeet: Through dozens of examinations they’ve determined I wasn’t born with it. The experts think I may have ingested some chemical mix in my childhood, but its still a bit of a mystery.

Danielle: Oh don’t I know about mysteries, feels like my whole life is one. I never knew my parents, and was raised by an old woman, Mma Gazi. We obviously weren’t related, but she was the closest thing I had to family. A stern, strict teacher, she wasn’t affectionate, but I could tell she cared about me deeply. I was devastated the day she was killed by a demon. I eventually tracked down and destroyed the S.O.B., but it didn’t fill any of the holes in me. There was so much I hadn’t learned, so much kept secret from me. Gazi made it seem like I was meant for great things, but what? OS I eventually wandered intoChiron’s Class and I’ve been there ever since.

Caber: Well, there’s nothing so fancy about where I come from. But I guess I did have a pretty unusual childhood.

*flashbacks*
Parent: Allison stop playing with that chair *baby Allison holding it*

Parent: Allison Grace Marnsdale where did you fly off to!? There’s a broken window you need to apologize for.

Kid Allison: I hope that tractor gets its stupid wheel fixed soon. *pulling a plow*

Parent: I made lemonade and sandwiches for when you get finished sweetie.

Sherpa: You had powers since infancy!? And you never once wondered where they came from?

Caber: My family and I always saw my abilities as a gift from God. We never dwelled on the scientific doohickies of it. Daddy didn’t particularly trust hospitals anyway.

Danielle: I didn’t know you were religious. I’m a bit surprised you haven’t trashed me for being a witch.

Caber: What you do is fine. Just as long as you don’t start worshipping idols or eating children.

Danielle: Aw shucks, and that toddler from yesterday looked so tasty.

Sherpa: I’m surprised you weren’t discovered sooner.

Caber: I got along really well with my town. And they didn’t see any need to advertise a girl stronger than 20 men. But I was wild and curious and tired of being stuck there, so I eventually convinced my parents to get me to a public high school. I was able to pass off as a normal kid for the first three weeks until…*flashback*

Kid: Geez loser, all that corn pollen must’ve contaminated your brain, you haven’t made a single shot. That’s right cave girl, you’re remembering to dribble. What’re you even doing in gym class? You’re so fat you- *Caber throws him into a hoop*

Caber: And then that’s how I wound up here, look’s for adventure in a school with kids like me.

Sherpa: Ha, you blundered up, why am I not surprised?

Caber: Yeah? Well what secrets have got you acting so high and mighty?

Sherpa: You wouldn’t care.

Caber: I’m asking aren’t I?

Danielle: Come on, you’re the one who started this.

Skeet: I’m especially interested in where you got that suit from. In your paperwork you just said “it found you”.

Sherpa: Alright, fine. But you should all start off knowing that your childhoods were sweet happy picnics compared to mine. I grew up in a filthy slum raised by a fat, ever-cussing drunkard. Since as far as I can remember his big hairy fists dealt excessive punishment for whatever trifle I committed. He claimed to be an uncle, but I’m certain we weren’t related. He was just keeping me for some mystery obligation. I ran away 5 times, never getting far. The cops always said they’d get child protective services and a foster home for me, but nothing ever happened. It was like someone somewhere was pulling strings to keep me in that little hell pit.

Danielle: So you never found out what happened to your parents?

Sherpa: Why should I care? There’s no reason, no excuse for a couple to dump their child with a monster like that. They abandoned me so I’ll abandon them.

Danielle: Yeah, but-

Sherpa: Just drop it! It’s not like I’m the secret heir to a magic fairy tale kingdom or anything. They did it, I was born, end of story.

Caber: Did you at least make any friends in your “little hell pit”?

Sherpa: Yes, but friends stuck to me like temporary tattoos. Jamie and Benson moved away, Louis was sent to Juvie, Chris was sent to a foster home, Jerome was killed in a drive by shooting. By the time I was in 6th grade I believed myself cursed, and just gave up. And since physical escape was impossible, I sought refuge in the library. My mind could go anywhere with classic literature, history, mythology, even old comics I could find. Anyplace was better than where I was.

Skeet: Yes, but what about your suit? You didn’t dream that up.

Sherpa: I swear the suit did find me. I was walking home from school on another gloomy day, when I was hit by something soft and cloth-like. When I got backup the suit was on me. It was warm, so I walked home with it on, not knowing what it could do…until home blew up. The explosion killed my scumbag guardian, but as I crawled out of the wreckage, my wounds healed up right before my eyes. I’m not religious, but I saw it as god giving me a chance to get out. When I couldn’t find whoever attacked my house, I started traveling. Sometimes I hunted, sometimes I “borrowed” from the hoods I busted up. Its not like they needed extra food or clothes in jail. I wanted to learn more of the suit’s origins, but iwas more intent on becoming a famous crime fighter. I could get parades and keyes to the city and all the stuff heroes like Shining Star receive.

Caber: That Dan could’ve killed you today. Are you say’n you’re risking life an’ limb just to get cheered on by crowds of people you don’t know?

Sherpa: Yes, what about it?

Caber: For all the books you read, you aren’t smart in places that count.

Sherpa: *CLANG, beats handcuff against wall* Oh and I suppose I should instead aspire to start a farm, and raise a fat stupid family like yours?

Caber: *Clang, beats handcuff against wall* Hey don’t make fun of my family. At least not until meeting them.

*CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG*

Danielle: Here comers the migraines again.

Bombistador: * comes in* Stop that, can’t you people standstill for 10 minutes without hitting something? I’m glad I caged you like the beasts you are. And I’m especially glad to have met you senior Dream Breaker.

Dream Breaker: *comes in with Griffin* Namaste. I don't really like doing commissions, but all play and no work makes Johnny a broke boy. And my last customer Tim Jones was arrested before he could pay me his second half.

Skeet: Its that villain making creep we saw back at the condemned store!

Dream Breaker: *gets out scanning device* mm-hmm, mhmm... *turns to Caber*ugh, a natural.

Caber: Natural what?

Dream Breaker: Naturals are people born with super powers, without any known scientific or magical explanations. They've been around forever. The countless myths and legends of heroes with extraordinary strength and such were not complete fabrications. Fortunately, naturals have been in sharp decline for the past century.

Caber: Jealous that you can't beat the lord's designs huh?

Dream Breaker: Child, I've created things far scarier than you. And I don't need to compare myself to some rube's imaginary friend in the sky.

Caber: Imaginary!? How about you imagine my fist up your face if you ever again-

Dream Breaker: *comes to Sherpa's cell, stops and stares* ...you.

Sherpa: What?

Dream Breaker: Forget the amount you offered me earlier, Bombisatdor. I instead wish to keep one of them for my own uses.

Bombistador: As long as you brainwash the others into my service, so be it.

Dream Breaker: Capital. I'll get the equipment set up, and be ready within the hour. *walks out*

Danielle: What is it Santosh?

Sherpa: I met the Griffin man right before I joined the school. But that other man...I have the faintest precognitions that I've seen him before. But I can't begin to place where.

Caber: Yeah whatever, lets get back to work *BANG BANG BANG*

Sherpa: No, not again!

Skeet: Hey wait, look on the floor.

Caber: Someone dropped a key! But it does us no good if we can't reach it.

Skeet: Danielle, didn't you say that your levitation spell took the least energy?

Danielle: For tiny objects yes, but-

Skeet: Listen, these universal power draining cuffs only nullify powers that take effort and concentration to use. But sometimes a power with minimal focus can slip past the detection of the cuffs.

Danielle: Well alright, here it goes. *key moves a bit, then stops* No! It was so close...

Skeet: Don't panic. Just stay calm and try again.

Caber: Atta girl, you can do it.

*other side of door*
Guard1: I don't see why we have to drag the freaks out now. That jackass is taking forever getting his junk together.

Guard2: Hey we'll be on easy street with super strong muscle on our side. And I'm all for a little less- *door crashes down on them*

Skeet: Everyone keep together, just concentrate on escaping. I didn't put you through hours of training to become slaves of a terrorist.

Bombistador: Barbaric ingrates! If you won't live by my side then you can enjoy the freedom of death.

*Bombistador throws grenade, Sherpa freezes it in mid-air before the fuse burns out*

Skeet: *drains Bombistador to sleep* Good aim Sherpa, you also distracted him long enough fo me to get in close quarters.

Sherpa: What I don't get is how there's so many of them. What happened to the police support?

Skeet: maybe they were beaten with Dirty Dan's help. But whatever it is we're-*opens door to outside, bunch of squad cars coming near* -all alone now?

Police: Good job softening them up for us kids, we'll take it from here.

Sherpa; And just where were you guys when we needed you?

Police: Pardon? We were ordered to be here at 9:30. Didn't you arrive at 9:15?

Sherpa : We've been here since 6:15, what kind of imbecile have you got at the station screwing up-

Skeet: Enough Santosh. Chief, before you storm the place, there's 2 individuals I must warn you about...

*later*
Police: We've searched the whole place and rounded up Bombistador and his gang. But there was no sign of the Dream Breaker or Dirty Dan persons you described.

*meanwhile*
*Pokerface playing solitaire in dark unknown hideout, Dream Breaker comes in*

Dream Breaker: You've been keeping secrets from me Jester.

--END--

Meatbag/Torbert Canady
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Has virtuallly indestructable flesh and can change his own weight. Comic relief character of the group, he has trouble getting attached to anyone because he's afraid of losing friends and not being able to do anything about it. But he uses laughs to cover these feelings. He was an oops baby living with his mother until acar crash killed her, he at age 10, was unharmed.

Draug/Garret Baker
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Super Strength-can lift about 5 tons, can fire energy blasts from finger tips, and limited intangibility.
After killing Danielle's master, a ship-themed demontried possesing a guy, but an enraged Danielle attacked him in the middle of it s othe possession went awry. Instead of the demon controlling the man's body, the man controlled the demon's body. Freaked out, Danielle ran away hoping things would fix themselves. When they didn't and she and Garret crossed paths again, she vowed to do everything she could to bring him back to normal. Here demons are less eternal and more like strong creatures who can live for centuries.

Dream Breaker
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About 200 years ago he laid dying in an isolated battlefield when a demon came tohim offering power and conditional immortality. That is, he'd stay immrtal as long as he kept creating/altering life,spreading his own poison. Due to this he became oneof the leading factors in the rise of metahuman populations worldwide. Was a long time enemy of the original Sherpa, eventually killing him. But that wasn't enoguh so he sought to corrupt the Sherpa's legacy by having a clone raised in conditions that would ideally lead him to turn to vilainy. Has strong antagonism towards caber as well.

Dirty Dan
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strength, agility and healing factor similar to Sherpa's. He's meant to be what Sherpa could've been. Raised under cultivated abuse via the manipulation of a villain, gets powers from the suit of a dead hero. Arrogant, loudmouthedand tactless.


A few students and staff of Chiron's Class
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And here's the sample comic I promised. I've been trying to expiriment with line widths and text sizes. Could've turned out a bit better, but I got in everything I wanted, and I thought it was well paced.


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Last three comics for a long while. Again, I've been trying to practice with different line widths and text sizes.

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I was mostly using this to illustrate how environmentalism and humanitarianism can sometimes go against each other. Plus, nature has plenty of its own ugly stuff. It can't all be pandas and butterflies.

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The "Mind fucking sissy boys of doom" are Mao (from Code Geass), Hao (from Shaman King) and Edward Cullen. I suppose I could've did Lord Voldemort too, but he's not quite sissy enough.

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Ah, nothing says "asshole" like the abuse of Newton's three laws.
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