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Re: Champions Universal Deathmatch!!!!: Coatilcue, The Purifier vs. The Slug!!!! Johnny: And we're back! Looks like both contestants are in the ring, Defender, so it's time for some more basic introductions! Coatlicue, staring at the Slug: By the blind eyes of the smoking mirror! You're even more disgusting than they say! And they say a lot! Slug: Soon your mind will belong to me! Then I will be able to bring my dark masters here, and crush your pitiful world in my clutches! (Mucus sprays against the front of his humidifier suit as he clenches his fist) (Mutual Hateful Stares) Defender: It's really amazing! They're staring each other down like they can't stop hating each other! Nick: That's because they really can't stop hating each other, Defender! It's completely impossible! So, let's introduce our referee for this match, the indestructible, Doctor Silverback armed badass of badasses...! Johnny: You know him! You love him! Defender in a Jar: He's... JUDGE MILLS LANE! Judge Mills Lane shoots a grapple line from up near the ceiling and swings down, with a massive apelike swing as he crashes into the center of the ring. Judge Lane: All right, you two. Let's go over the rules really quickly! There aren't any! Now, if there's anything else you want to say before the match starts? Coatlicue: I can't believe you made me fight an opponent who bathes in mucus! Even Peacemonger didn't have to deal with that! Slug: Your disgusting overrighteousness has earned you the right to drown in my oozing clutches! Coatilicue: I can't believe this! You're actually obsessed with your own mucus! Slug (Giving a noxious wink): If you've got it, baby, flaunt it! When I'm through with your mind, I'll make you my woman! Coatilicue: VIOLATOR! You will DIE A THOUSAND TIMES IN JUST ONE DEATH! Judge Lane (Raising his ape arm!): That's enough for me! You know these words and love them, people, so LET'S GET IT ON! Phase 12 Johnny: Well, Nick! That was certainly an auspicious opening! (Coatlicue raises her hands and launches a massive blast of wind at the Slug, which slams into him with a dull roar and knocks him off his feet) Coatlicue: Keep away from me, you disgusting, horrible thing! The pit that spawned you will reconsume you shortly! (The Slug sails out of the ring and lands in the crowd with a wet, sticky thud!) Slug: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! (SPLAT! The Slug lands in a heap in the crowd and struggles to his feet) Nick: And an inauspicious landing! Slug: Now, I will drain your mind and make you my servant! You will breed thousands of glorious worm babies in my hot house, and you will serve only the Elder Worm! (Slug raises his Ankh and it shimmers with a weird, eerie light, pointing it at Coatlicue!) Coatlicue: AGGGH! (Clutches her head as the headdress shudders a little bit) Wh...what are you doing to me? Defender: Oh, please let her stay a bimbo! Debbie needs a friend! She's lonely! Post 12 Recovery Phase 2 Coatlicue: I'm not letting you do that again! (Coatlicue leaps into the crowd and launches a fearsome blast of fire at Slug as the hideous creature tries to escape) Nick: It looks like she's chasing him into the crowd, Johnny! Oh, this is going to get bloody! Slug: NO! Must stay moist so you can give me mucus babies! (Slug Dodges as the roaring blast of fire comes in. The blast misses, tearing up the crowd, who scream, dive for cover, and burn) Judge Mills Lane: I'll allow it! Dead audience members tickets will be resold at intermission! Nick: Looks like Coatlicue has Slug on the defensive! Johnny: There's nothing defensible about him! He's a gooey, disgusting slug monster from beyond! Phase 4 Slug: Now you will face the glorious power of the Elder Worm, coursing through your frame, burning through your flesh, searing into your very soul! I shall enjoy enslaving your body to my will! (Slug raises the Ankh and the Worm gem on his forehead glows, blasting into Coatlicue as the reddish, horrid light fades) Coatlicue: That's funny. I don't feel any different. You...don't like fire, do you? (She gets a particularly unpleasant grin on her face) So...tell me, is being salted any different from caramelization? (Coatlicue fires another burst of fire, right into the crowd, which destroys a Nar-Cola stand as the Slug nimbly slips aside) Johnny: Whoa! That's our fifth vendor this season, Nick! Do you think we'll have any sponsors left? Nick: Sponsors? Yes! Cheap immigrant labor? Well, those guys are getting killed left and right! Say, Johnny, you don't think it's a conspiracy, do you? Defender in a Jar: I do! Phase 6 Coatlicue regains the advantage as she keeps walking forward towards Slug. The crowd appears to be getting out of the way as her hands charge up with another blast of fire. Coatlicue: You can't dodge forever, Slug! She grins a little bit as she opens up her hands and draws back to fire another bolt of fire, but a massive earthen fist rips up through the floor of the arena and tries to grab him instead. Slug: Heh! You'll never succeed...wha? (Dodges the Fire Blast, but is surprised by the rising fist of earth, which grabs him!) NO! I'm helpless! I can't get out! Curse you, tongued one! Johnny: Tongued one? Nick: Does that mean what I think it means? Defender: I think it means she's a lesbian! Johnny: This could be it for Slug! We'll find out when we come back!

Re: Champions Universal Deathmatch!!!!: Coatilcue, The Purifier vs. The Slug!!!! Defender in a Jar: And we're back! Say, guys, why are you wearing plastic sheeting? Nick: Oh, it's no problem, Defender. We just had to shake hands with the slug, and we didn't feel like even touching him. I mean, usually Johnny's the neat freak, but even I have to draw the line somewhere, and the Slug is it! (Gets out of his plastic sheeting) Johnny: Yeah, I need to kind of struggle here. (Struggles in his plastic sheeting, finally getting it off. A maintainence crew comes and takes the sheets away.) We'll be going live to Debbie right now! Debbie: I'm here with the Slug (Focus in on the Slug, in his humidifying suit. He drips mucus and unpleasant slime)!!! Can you get me out of here, Johnny? So...uh...Slug...tell us how you're going to beat Coatlicue? (Debbie shudders in fear) Slug: I shall consume her mind the same way I am going to consume yours! (Raises a mysterious, glowing ankh and points it at her!) WHA? You're...completely mindless! Debbie: Well, I do try to get my hair done right...Back to you, Johnny! Nick: Well, that doesn't look too good for the slug! He couldn't even affect Debbie! And now Coatlicue is making her way over to Debbie. This should be interesting. Debbie: I'm here with Coatlicue now, and she's looking fantastic in a brand new headdress and her purification amulet! Are those Prada heels? Coatlicue: Well, since I'm relentlessly good, I only shop at the best stores! (Flashes the crowd a winning smile!) Don't worry, this won't take but a minute! I'll mop that slug up in no time, and then you'll all be completely purged of wickedness. (Her eyes turn into a demanding leer as she spins and shows off her gorgeous, toned body in a bikini and a massive aztec headdress) Debbie: Wow, what a fashion statement! Are you guys getting this? Defender in a Jar: (Drools) Nick: (Drools) Johnny: I think so, Debbie! Debbie? Interview? Coatlicue: Well, it's time for me to get into the ring and get rid of this little ball of mucus for good, so bye, Debbie! I'll see you after the show! We can talk about shoes and other girly stuff....(Giggles, a little forcefully) Defender: Do you think Coatlicue's a... Nick: I don't think she's a lesbian! Johnny: Are you kidding? I think she might lose all her powers if she isn't a virgin or something like that! She's just that ruthlessly good! We'll be back with the introductions in the ring right after this!

The Massive Champions Universal Deathmatch Logo appears on the screen, with Defender in a Jar as the dot of the I, and Johnny Gomez and Nick Diamond in the center! Nick's Voiceover: Pure unmitigated, relentless good, without any compromise whatsoever!!!!! Johnny: Absolute, unspeakable evil, brought to you by the artifacts of the Elder Worm! Defender in a Jar: Also without any compromise whatsoever! Nick: Stop it, or we'll remove your speaking part! Defender in a Jar: Sorry! (Sounding Sheepish) Johnny: Tonight we'll discover who has the stuff to be the moral center of the world! Will it be the pure, savage, ruthless good of Coatlicue, the Purifier? Nick: Or the unspeakable evil of The Slug, a worm monster in a humdifier suit? Johnny and Nick: Tonight! On Champions Universal Deathmatch! The Logo explodes in a massive burst of blood, gore and fireworks, and the arena goes wild! Focus in on Johnny and Nick, wearing plastic sheeting as the heap of bloody goo rains down around them, sitting in a brand new armored booth. Johnny: I'm Johnny Gomez! Nick: And I'm Nick Diamond! Johnny: (Pulling out Defender in a Jar) And tonight, on Champions Universal Deathmatch, we'll settle the biggest of big questions! Nick: Yes! Is it better to be good, or better to be evil? Defender in a Jar: I'm rooting for the hot girl in the Aztec headdress, because rooting for a heap of mucus in a humidifier is just gross! Johnny: So you're choosing the side of good? Nick: If she's good enough to wear a tight outfit like that, she's good enough for me! Defender in a Jar: Ohh, yeah! Well, Debbie's downstairs interviewing the contestants now, so we'll be back, after our weekly Nar-cola commercial! (Focus in on a big, smiling Ape, drinking a can of Nar-Cola, and peacefully eating a banana in a jungle. He drinks it, and transforms into a massive, war-machine style battle robot ape, unleashing thousands of rounds of ammunition and destroying the landscape around him!) Nar-cola! Making you ready to face the jungle that is the world today! (Focus in on the now destroyed jungle, where the Battle Robot ape is beating it's mechanical chest, and the Nar-cola logo)

Re: Champions Universal Deathmatch: Peacemonger vs. The Warlord! Post 12 Recovery Phase Three Nick: I can't believe we're back! Great news! Solitaire and Witchcraft are both pregnant! The rumors are true! Johnny: I try very hard not to think about that! Nick: Meanwhile, down in the ring, Genetic Deviant X is closing in on Warlord! Genetic Deviant X: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! (Raises the sword over his head and charges the Warlord, smashing through the crowd with a massive vaulting leap!) Warlord: Oh!@#$#!! Warlord leaps out of the way of Genetic Deviant X, and gracefully steps aside. Defender in a Jar: They've taken it outside the ring, guys! Nick: Yeah. It's an all out slobberknocker of a deathmatch! I am loving this! Johnny: I feel a little bad for Peacemonger! Nick: Not half as bad as I feel for us. We'll have to fix the whole arena! Again! Phase 5 Warlord: Now, you've met your match! No stupid brainsucker is a match for me! Because I'm wearing a HELMET! Beat THAT, you knucklehead! Warlord unleashes his flamethrower at Genetic Deviant X, which roars around him! Genetic Deviant X: OWWWW! (The blast burns away a big chunk of his body, which begins to immediately regenerate) Right! I'm not just going to kill you! I'm going to violate you! Johnny was right! That's not my only kind of deviancy! Johnny: Oh, my god! That's...what does he mean by violate? Nick: You? You of all people don't know? Defender in a Jar: I know! Johnny and Nick: SHUT UP! Phase 6 Genetic Deviant X: Unfortunately for you, Warlord, there's something you've forgotten! I've got super strength, and all you have is a damaged armored suit. (Rips out a massive chunk of the wall and tries to smash the Warlord with it!) Warlord leaps out of the way, as Genetic Deviant X smashes the ground to a pulp, and a taco stand along with the Warlord! Warlord laughs. The bloody smear of a taco vendor bleeds! Genetic Deviant X is astounded! Genetic Deviant X: No way! Warlord: My armor is more advanced than anything you can possibly imagine, Sid. And now it's time for you to die. May the gods of war have mercy on your soul. You should have read Von Klausewitz instead of becoming a pansy philosophy professor of zombies. Johnny: Oh, my god! Did you see that? Genetic Deviant X ripped the wall of the arena out and crushed Warlord with it, and Warlord didn't even feel it. Nick: I almost can't look, and usually, that's your job... Defender in a Jar: Well, I'm looking for both of us! Phase 8 Warlord: This is the lethal setting for my force blaster cannon, fool. It uses a technology so advanced, no other alien technology could possibly understand it! (BOOM!) Warlord fires a lethal rocket at Genetic Deviant X. Genetic Deviant X looks down. His leather pants are finally scuffed. He doesn't even bleed from it. Genetic Deviant X: I guess that it was based on understanding it, huh? Johnny: Genetic Deviant X shrugged off some of Warlord's strongest attacks! This might not be as cut and dried as we thought! Phase 9 Genetic Deviant X: So, one good chunk of wall deserves another! (Rips out another chunk of wall and smashes it over the Warlord's head) Warlord: So what makes you think that this is going to be successful? You failed last ti...AWK! Warlord crumples to the ground momentarily Warlord: That...was a mistake...Ohh, !@#$#@! Johnny: Oh, my god, Warlord got clocked upside the head! I think this could be it! Nick: Maybe not! Warlord's really tough, and he is just an overly aggressive Pimp Daddy. Phase 10 Warloard Moans, rising to his feet... Defender in a Jar: Warlord's getting up! Nick: Yeah! It looks like we might have a match after all! Phase 12 Genetic Deviant X: It's time to finish this! (He happily hefts Peacemonger's sword, and leaps at the Warlord!) BRAINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNS!...I love saying that! Warlord throws his hands in the way and blocks Genetic Deviant X as the sword blazes near his face! Warlord: Well, obviously, you need some more. Nick: Wow, they're face to face, and Warlord has the advantage! This is unbelievable! Johnny: Yeah! Genetic Deviant X is regenerating, but Warlord might not be able to finish him off! Post 12 Recovery Defender in a Jar: Warlord's loading up with another round! Let's see what this one does! Warlord: You're pretty tough, but I've got a few more surprises in store for you! How about this one? BOOM! Warlord fires a rocket right into Genetic Deviant X, and there's a sickening crunch as large chunks of Genetic Deviant X are blown into the audience. Genetic Deviant X winces. Genetic Deviant X: I've still got mad womanizin' skills. Who's the loser now! Who's the loser? (Genetic Deviant X Swings the vibrosword and hacks through Warlord's armor! There's a sickening pop and a horrid wrenching sound, and Warlord's faceplate shatters! Then with a wet, dull hum, his head explodes in a sickening spray of blood and gore) NEVER CALL ME SID! Nick: OH, my god! Genetic Deviant X just killed the Warlord! Holy COW! Johnny: I don't believe it! Judge Mills Lane: Our winner of the deathmatch is...Genetic Deviant X! Johnny: ANd his millions of screaming mind drained babes! Nick: Yeah, but are you sure you aren't looking for the Pimp Daddy love of Genetic Deviant X? Defender in a Jar: Not me! I'm all brains and no brawn. Can you polish my jar a little bit? Johnny: I'm Johnny Gomez (Polishing the Jar) Nick: And I'm Nick Diamond! Johnny and Nick: Saying Good Fight, and Good Night!

Re: Champions Universal Deathmatch: Peacemonger vs. The Warlord! Warlord: (Cursing. He can't believe he fell for the old force field plus absorption field in the gadget pool trick). !@#$#@!@$! That's it! You've done enough! Do you know how expensive bulletproof alien technology is? Peacemonger: You...you stole my ORIGIN too? You BASTARD! Nick: Looks like someone's fighting his own tribute villain! How about that, Johnny? Johnny: Well, they are EXACT opposites with the same origin. Warlord: And I'm great at playing chess! What do you play? Ring around the Rosie? Warlord charges up his blaster gun, and fires a massive bolt of force at Peacemonger! There's a horrible (WRRRRRROOOOOOOOOM) as the blast slams into Peacemonger. When the smoke clears, Peacemonger is still standing there, and Warlord can't believe his eyes. Defender and Genetic Deviant X: Holy !@#$%@! He LIVED! Peacemonger: No! I play in my science lab. And I brought more than one of those grenades! Warlord: You have GOT to be kidding me! (Peacemonger hurls a second grenade at the Warlord! There's another spray of red from inside the Warlord's armor, and the Warlord's flight jets cut out.) Warlord: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! (THUD!) (The Warlord smashes into the ring and puts a hole in it as his flight jets cut out.) OOC: He will also fail his breakfall roll by 4! Phase 5 Warlord: Nnngh! Stuck...under ring...can't...stand up. Say goodbye anyway, Peacemonger, HAHHHAHAHAHHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAA! You're not the only one with grenades, you stupid idiot! At least I don't have male pattern baldness as my defining villainous characteristic! Warlord fires a grenade up into the ring, and it erupts with a massive blast around Peacemonger! (KABOOOM!) The grenade erupts in the arena, blasting around Peacemonger with a horrible WARROOOOM noise! Judge Mills Lane dives for cover. Judge Lane (Hanging from the Scoreboard by his new gorilla arm!): I'll allow it! Peacemonger: Oooh...that tickled. Judge Lane: Oh !@#$#@! Peacemonger: Oh !@#$%! Warlord: Oh !@#$%$! The Scoreboard detaches from the ring and crashes down onto Warlord and Peacemonger, with Judge Mills Lane still hanging from the edge. Judge Lane, Peacemonger, Warlord: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASH! The scoreboard falls onto Peacemonger and Warlord, smashing them both into the ground!!!!! Peacemonger: That was...almost entertaining, Warlord. But now, it is my sad duty to inform you that I have two more grenades. Peacemonger idly tosses a grenade into the hole left by Warlord after he stands up from his own hole. (BOOM!) Warlord: You've got to be KIDDING ME! ACK! (Blood begins to leak out from under the faceplate. This is getting nasty) My...jump jets? Those too? I don't need to reach you to kill you! I have a million weapons! Phase 8: Nick: Wow, Johnny. Peacemonger's taking the Warlord apart! This is completely unexpected! Johnny: Yeah! Peacemonger's got the juice today! How did that happen? Judge Lane is still trying to climb back into the ring! This kind of destruction doesn't happen in every deathmatch! Looks like Warlord's pulling out something new again! Is there anything this guy can't do? Warlord: That's it! I've had enough of this! Your PEACE, your grenades, and that loser minion of yours named Sid in the announcer's booth! I swear I'm going to rid the world of all of you socialist hippie freaks! Genetic Deviant X: He did NOT just say that! He did NOT! Defender in a Jar: Oh, yes! Yes he did! Johnny: Ohh, man! This could get rough! He's not just a genetic deviant! Nick: How do you know that? (Looks suspiciously at Johnny and Genetic Deviant X) Genetic Deviant X: It's on my D-Space page, baby! I'm not just a pimp, I'm a multidimensional pimp! But right now, I'm gonna teach that Warlord guy a lesson! NO ONE calls me Sid! No one! (Genetic Deviant X leaps for the ring, howling in fury as he vaults down out of the announcers booth with a mighty leap!) Genetic Deviant X: BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAINSSSSS! Nick: Oh, my god! Genetic Deviant X has joined Peacemonger and Warlord in the ring! There's no telling what's going to happen now! Johnny: This has turned into a real Brain-ha-ha! Defender in a Jar: Is he gone yet? Peacemonger: Oh, !@#$#@!# I hate to kill and run, Warlord, but the nice thing about being a brilliant inventor is you can reroute your own power systems for unbelievable amounts of one shot power. Then I'm getting out of here before Sid eats my brain! (Peacemonger rewires all his gadget pool points for bonus HKA dice and swings at Warlord as his cybernetic hand extends) Peacemonger: Take THAT! There is a sickening hacking noise as Peacemonger's Vibrosword cleaves into the Warlord's armor, destroying circuits and wires amidst another spray of blood! Warlord flies out of the Arena and smashes into the wall of the arena, imbedding in it sharply, but still being conscious! Warlord: AGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGH! (CRASH!) (He smashes into the wall of the arena. ) I...I'm still alive! Phase 9 Genetic Deviant X: PEACEMONGER! Baby! How's it hanging! You...called me...SID! You're dead, too! (Genetic Deviant X reaches out and grabs Peacemonger) Peacemonger screams as Genetic Deviant X grabs him. "N..no...no! You can't! I was winning!" Judge Mills Lane, clambering up to the top of a ring post: I'll allow it! (Peacemonger kicks and struggles in Genetic Deviant X's grip) Johnny: Oh, man! Looks like Peacemonger's going to die! What's going to happen? Nick: I don't know, Johnny. Maybe Defender in a Jar knows the answer! Defender in a Jar: I don't know! I've never seen a fight between two masterminds and a weird braineating genetic mutant before! Phase 10 Johnny: It looks like Warlord's planning something! He's getting up and launching something out of that cannon of his...here it comes! Warlord: As long as you two were made for each other, you can die together! Hahahahhaaaaaaaaaaaa! Nothing like a little romance under the napalm! Warlord fires the flamethrower again! It rockets over Peacemonger with a dull, inestimable roar, and Peacemonger screams in pain and horror while Genetic Deviant X grapples him. Peacemonger is not released from Genetic Deviant X's grip. Peacemonger: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! Genetic Deviant X: Ohh, my. Barbequed Brains. My favorite! I must give my compliments to the chef before I eat his brain, too! (Genetic Deviant X licks his lips!) Nick: Ohh, that had to sting, Johnny. It looks like Genetic Deviant X and Warlord have Peacemonger at a severe disadvantage. Johnny: Things don't look good for the old guy, that's for sure! (Warlord grins, it can barely be seen under the spiderweb) Warlord: That'll teach you to mess with the master of tactics! Peacemonger: Get OFF of me! (He struggles in Genetic Deviant X's grip) I created you! I am your superior! Genetic Deviant X: I have genitals, and bodacious dumb bimbos! You have cybernetics and no family life! Who's the man? (Shakes Peacemonger) Say it! Say it! Genetic...Deviant...X...is...the man! Judge Mills Lane: I'll allow it! Genetic Deviant X is the MAN! Genetic Deviant X: NOT YOU! Nick: Looks like Genetic Deviant X is more than just a little upset, Johnny! Johnny: If you had that name, wouldn't you be? Defender in a Jar: Yeah. He is sort of a loser. He even left his velvet jacket here. Is that slime on the inside? Nick: Ugh! Gross! Johnny: Ewww! Phase 12 Nick: Looks like Warlord's closing in for the kill! Warlord (Flamethrowers blasting): Bye, Peacemonger! It was nice knowing you! (He chuckles evilly) Peacemonger roasts horribly in the grip of Genetic Deviant X, and struggles in the grip as circuits pop and flesh roasts. His head sizzles a little bit, and the warm smell of burning meat rises into the air. Peacemonger: It's still...not over...(Struggles in Genetic Deviant X's grip) Genetic Deviant X: Yes it is. Peacemonger: Don't be ridiculous! He'll kill you, too! Genetic Deviant X: No he won't. Peacemonger: What? Genetic Deviant X: Because I have your vibrosword, and you've already realized that I'm stronger than you! (Drops Peacemonger, and grabs the Vibrosword, swinging it at Peacemonger) Peacemonger: Oh my GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! There is a disgusting crackle and searing pop as flesh and bone disappear in a bloody crackle and spray. Genetic Deviant X is covered with gore and blood, and Warlord's jaw drops open. Peacemonger's body parts are hanging everywhere, even a few from the booth. (Peacemonger's amplified sword does 4.5d6 HKA. Genetic Deviant X has STR 70. that's 9d6+1, for a total of 43 body. (Ick) Without his force field, Peacemonger has 20 points of PD and 2 body left. Instant kill.) Judge Mills Lane, raising his ape arm: I'll allow it! Warlord: Rommels !@#$#@!!!!!!!! Genetic Deviant X: You!!!!!! You started this! You called me SID! Nick: Oh, my god! Genetic Deviant X just hacked Peacemonger into chopped meat! What's going to happen to Warlord? Johnny: I don't know, but Warlord's at a disadvantage! How will he possibly survive? Nick: We'll find out, after this brief announcement!

Re: Champions Universal Deathmatch: Peacemonger vs. The Warlord! Defender in a Jar: And we're back! Nick: Yeah, Judge Lane is about to go over the rules with them. This should be quick. Judge Lane calls Peacemonger and Warlord over. Judge Lane: All right, boys! Now I'm sure, being evil master villains and all, that you know the rules! There aren't any! Peacemonger: Fine with me! This militaristic fascist's days are numbered, man! Warlord: Shut up, you hippie freak! Judge Lane: (Ducking out of the way with a graceful slide using Doctor Silverback's arm) Right! LET'S GET IT ON! Nick: Peacemonger and Warlord are squaring off! And here we go! Phase 12: Warlord: I've had about enough of your trash talking and your flower children! You're going to die, and then I'm going to squeeze them to a pulp slowly, and make juice out of them! (A forcefield springs into being around Peacemonger) (Flies into the air, and unloads a massive blast of energy at Peacemonger, there is a massive roar of energy and crackling sounds. A loud boom echoes through the arena, and there's a horrid crackle of smoke.) When the smoke clears, Peacemonger is standing there. He doesn't appear to be injured at all. He doesn't appear to have moved at all. His cybernetic legs have dug down into the ring, and he's smiling. Peacemonger: Ouch! Man, that really hurt! If that's the best you and your army can do, the world needs my brand of peace more than your brand of war! I'll even save you...in pieces! (Peacemonger leaps for the Warlord after popping out a vibrosword from his cybernetic left hand!) HEEYAAAAAAAA! The Vibrosword clanks harmlessly off the Warlord's armor. Warlord: At least I bothered you. (Gets out a dusting cloth and polishes the spot.) Thanks for cleaning my lunch off. Post 12 Recovery Genetic Deviant X: Looks like Peacemonger got the short end of the stick on that exchange. Defender in a Jar: Yeah. He doesn't look so good. Phase 3 Nick: And now, Warlord's pulling something else from his massive arsenal! Is that a flamethrower, Johnny? Johnny: Yes it is, and Peacemonger doesn't look so peaceful, or Happy! Warlord: Now you're going to burn in the fires of war! I love saying Fires of War! Even non hero products have products named after me! (WHOOOSH!) There's a massive roar of flame as Peacemonger is blasted with the flamethrower! (Peacemonger screams as the flamethrower washes over him, his horribly burned body singes a little bit and he bleeds profusely from his lip.) Peacemonger: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! MY SKIN! OH GOD! MY SKIN! MY...You really didn't think that was more than a scratch, did you? (Peacemonger smiles dementedly) Warlord: That should have kayoed you...how...how did that work? Peacemonger: I absorbed the impact of your first blast and used it to create a resistance field. (New CON score of 40 will just stop the stun from AP) Now it's your turn. Do you have one? Peacemonger pulls out a small little capsule. "This...is a grenade. A very special grenade. People like you hate grenades like this. Dodge if you dare." He gives Warlord the peace sign and hurls the grenade. BANG! (There's a loud screeching sound, and Warlord's faceplate cracks a little bit) Warlord's helmet sparks a little bit, and there's a few spatters of blood on the spiderweb. Warlord: You're destroying my armor? A clever tactic, but no match for one who has fought in the jungles of Malaysia, the Deserts of Africa, and the depths of the ocean! Peacemonger: You forgot your mother's bedroom! Warlord: DON'T YOU TALK ABOUT MY MOTHER LIKE THAT, YOU FLOWER LOVING, PEACEMONKEY SIDESHOW (String of Expletives Deleted) Judge Lane: I'll allow it! Defender in a Jar: Wow! We can't even repeat that on cable! Genetic Deviant X: I can't repeat that in my whorehouse! Nick: Whorehouse?????? Johnny: YOU run a Whorehouse????? Genetic Deviant X: Everyone needs a side business. The ladies love me once I drain their minds! Defender in a Jar: Could you, you know, take Debbie and replace her with some other bimbo? Genetic Deviant X: Why? She's just like Johnny, only with negative potential. Nick: Meanwhile, back in the ring...

Re: Champions Universal Deathmatch: Peacemonger vs. The Warlord! Johnny: And we're back! Debbie's downstairs live talking with the Warlord now. (Focus in on the Warlord and Debbie. Debbie is tiny compared to Warlord's massive suit of powered armor.) Debbie: So, Warlord, how are you going to beat Peacemonger tonight? Warlord: That pansified wimp is no match for the raw military firepower contained within my battlesuit. I'm going to blast him to smithereens! Debbie: So, if you're so manly, what are you doing after the fight. Warlord: Um... Debbie: Well? Warlord: Young lady, if you are questioning my tactical ability, I don't believe you understand what I'm all about! I could never sleep with such a liberal, whiny, suckup pansy who doesn't know the butt end of an AK-47! Debbie: I could change your mind...is it true you're a little bit of a dirty old man? Warlord: This interview is over! (Storms off and strides to the ring) Debbie: Well, I never! Back to you, Johnny! Johnny: Maybe he's gay? Genetic Deviant X: That would be good for you, Johnny! Nick: And right now, Warlord is storming towards the ring, where we await the arrival of Peacemonger! (There's a loud thrumming noise from below the announcer's booth, and a large beat-up old pickup truck comes into view from the locker room. Peacemonger is in the back, along with a hippie band of elderly people and raggedy, threadbare flower-children. He has no hair left, and a disturbing lump in his skull despite his cybernetic enhancements, which whirr and click with life. They are playing loud music.) Warlord, Genetic Deviant X, Nick, Johnny, and Defender in a Jar: What the !@#$#@!? Peacemonger: WAR! What is it good for?! Absolutely nothing! Sing it again! WAR! Oohhh, ohh, ohh, yeah! Defender in a Jar: Oh, my god, he brought a band! This is so rockin! Genetic Deviant X: Only you would consider that band rockin! They're so old, they don't even have any brains left to eat. Not that it matters to you, you're a heap of ash in a jar! Defender in a Jar: Uhh...Johnny? Save me?" Johnny: Is that a walker for one of the members of his band? Nick: (Peering down at the pickup truck as it rattles towards the ring.) Yeah, I think so! This one might be over before it starts! Peacemonger looks like death warmed over! Warlord: Get in here, you disgusting peace lover! I'm going to put you at peace for good! Peacemonger: It's all cool, man! You're just alienated from the product of your labor, a victim of the sociofascist military industrial complex! Genetic Deviant X: Wow...they're...debating! This is..unexpected! I long to test my PhD against theirs in honorable and fair... Johnny: Not for long, Genetic Deviant X. Let's introduce the judge for our bout, since Peacemonger's leaping into the ring! (Peacemonger's legs give an annoying cybernetic whine, and he lands in the ring with a heavy thump!) Nick: Here he is, Ladies and Gentlemen! The genetically regrown arm of Judge Mills Lane, courtesy of the Teleios Corporation! You know him! You love him! He is... JUDGE MILLS LANE! Judge Mills Lane swings into the ring on a massive regrown ape arm. It doesn't look much better than the arm that Mechanon replaced him with. He raises his new arm to the crowd and waves. Johnny: Is that...Doctor Silverback's arm? Nick: We're having a few budget problems. So we cut it off and paid Teleios some money to get Judge Lane back on track. Genetic Deviant X: That's...just wrong. Defender in a Jar: Look. Who are you to determine what's wrong? I'm a heap of ash in a jar, and you're a brain eating space mutant! Heck! Your real name is Sid! That's got to be worth points in the loser pool! Genetic Deviant X: Don't...EVER...use that name again! EVER! (His eyes glow with power, and his suckers extend from his fingertips) Johnny: (Putting Defender in a Jar behind his back.) We'll be back with Judge Lane explaining the rules to our contestants right after this!

Johnny's Voiceover: In a pleasant, peaceful world, the liberal socialist minions of Peacemonger happily distribute the benefits of a strong centralized government and joyful volunteer military. The environment is clean, the people are well fed, and you will obey these rules, or die! Nick's Voiceover: In a brutal, militaristic world, you will be drafted to feed the plans of conquest! Your children will be soldiers, and your children's children, born to fight, bear arms, and die in an endless battle for military supremacy. Johnny: Tonight, the champions of these two philsophies will meet, in a winner take all battle... Nick: Yes! Tonight, we'll find out which is better! Fascist peace? Or Endless War! (Holds up a jar of ash, marked "Defender!") It's Peacemonger versus the Warlord... Defender in a Jar: ON CHAMPIONS UNIVERSAL DEATHMATCH! (A new Logo Appears, of Johnny and Nick in the center of a large CU Deathmatch sign. The dot of the "I" is Defender in a Jar) (Focus in on Nick and Johnny, wearing tuxedos and hiding under blast shields.) Nick: Well, Johnny, after last week's disappointing double kill, I'm really looking forward to tonight's match. Johnny: Yeah, Peacemonger hasn't been seen since Third Edition! We're really looking forward to see what he's been up to. Fortunately, we've got a special guest to tell us what's been going on. Let me introduce our very special ringside guest, GENETIC DEVIANT X! Nick: You brought Genetic Deviant X here? Are you crazy? He eats brains, for god's sake. Oh...wait. Of course...you're safe, aren't you Johnny? Genetic Deviant X steps up into the announcer's booth. He looks like a cross between a skeleton half covered with flesh and tiny suckers, and a pimp daddy. He's wearing a velvet tuxedo jacket and magnificent black leather pants, and he has two girls, one under each arm. Genetic Deviant X: Hey, guys! How's it hanging! A lot's changed since the old days! Scram, girls, I'm announcing! (He slaps the two bimbos on the behind, and they giggle and run off) I've been cruising the strips, seeing the ladies, and when I heard Peacemonger was gonna be here, I figured I'd come and see how the old boy was doing! I've become a lot more erudite of course, since I went to college and graduate school. I even wrote my thesis on "The Psychological Misperception of the Brain Eating Zombie in the Postmodern World!" (He holds up a book and hands it to Nick.) Here, buddy, it's even signed! Nick: Uhh...thanks, Genetic Deviant X. Do you...still eat brains? Genetic Deviant X: Well, every so often, but you know, yours is kind of tough and stringy, and Johnny...well...he's Johnny. Johnny: I don't see where all of this is going, anyway, Debbie will be back to interview our candidates in just a little bit, after our weekly Nar-Cola commercial. Focus in on a Nar-Cola Executive: Nar-Cola!!!!!! It's in your house! It's in your life! It's up your (BEEP!)!!!! Focus in on a Censor: We really don't say things like that at the office! Really. (Drinks a can of Nar-cola) He's just been without his daily dose. Focus in on a Nar-Cola executive, drinking a Nar-Cola: Ahh, I'm so terribly sorry for my use of foul language. We really don't use words like (BEEP!) or (BEEP!) or even (BEEPBEEP) around the office. Thank you, and good day. Nar-Cola. It's what makes you who you are!

Re: Inceptum Terminus World Book The arabic population of France is rising at an insane rate, sir. Check your figures.

Re: You. Make. The Call. All that stuff could easily be placed into a power pool of cantrips. Let's assume your mage is pretty Dextrous in a fantasy hero game. He's got a 13. (ooo. Scary) That's a 12-. Now give him "skill of the moment as a cantrip" and add +6 to it. Now he's better than every other PC in the game at it. And if you add the simple of expedient of a "magic wand", now he can have two of them, magic wand being an OAF. You need only to look at Champions In 3D to see how broken skill levels through a focus are. They can be afforded, generally, at 1.5x the general rate. Yes, it's 4th edition, I know, but combat is radically unbalanced by having skill levels through a device. If you want powers like that, you should have to aid the appropriate characteristic and have a low fade rate, only for a single skill at a time.

Re: You. Make. The Call. To me, that smacks of munchkinism. The question with a VPP is "How accurately does it reflect the abilities of this character in relation to other characters in the game?" For the most part, a Multipower is the right answer, regardless of what the most efficient means of building it is. I don't care how many points it saves your PC, you will never, in my game, be able to buy a VPP of skills. You will never be able to buy skill levels through a focus. Because the moment that you do that, every other player will ask to do it, too. Roleplaying games are not comic books. The characters do not have writer's fiat. Everyone has to feel valuble and like what they did meant something. All it takes is the littlest thing, and suddenly, there can be arguing and bitterness at your gaming table. Have people become too sensitive? Sure! But that doesn't mean that the feeling of ineffectiveness because Bob was allowed to buy his skill levels through a focus goes away. Usually, whichever is the more expensive means is the way to go. Unless a Variable Power Pool is unavoidable for the concept (500 year old mage, etc) it should always be the weapon of last resort.

Re: Your Gaming Group's Jargon Optionland: The place where characters go when they reach -31 STUN or more. The highest example of Optionland is -524 Stun, reached when a villain blew up his master's space ship, destroying an underground/underwater cavern and the whole thing dropped on top of the PC's.

Re: Your Gaming Group's Jargon Stunned for INT: When something happens where a character is just so confused, in a state of disbelief, or shocked that he deliberately turns to the DM and just says "My action is completely wasted." Example: When Psion, in secret identity, mind controlled his own bodyguard to thrown down his weapon, put it on the ground.and say "You win, you've got me, I'm Psion" the whole group was stunned for INT.

Re: When your superhero group became powerful enough to rule the world? The players have considered taking over the world two or three times. But usually simple things, like their family, or one of their fellow heroes saying "Are you crazy? We're not accountants! We don't know how to do this stuff!" prevent any serious attempt from being made.

Re: Champions Universal Deathmatch!: Doctor Silverback vs. The Harbringer of Justice! Nick: And we're back! (Shot of Johnny and B'wana duking it out in the background, struggling while Defender in a Jar Screams) Phase 8 Harbringer: I've had just about enough of you, Doctor Silverback! Blowing me up with my own grenades, shooting me with my own sniper rifle! Here's one you can't avoid! I've been saving this for a special day! (Pulls out a massive chain gun and blasts away, destroying several advertising logos in the process) Doctor Silverback: I don't believe you have what it takes to finish me! (The roar of the gun blasts apart life and limb, Doctor Silverback's force field shudders and throbs, and when the smoke clears and the dust settles, Harbringer and Doctor Silverback are both lying in bloody puddles on the ground) (3d6 Autofire RKA, 2 deflected, 2 got through) Judge Lane: (Picking up Doctor Silverback's arm and checking for a pulse) Nope....(Picking up Harbringer's arm and checking for a pulse)...Nope! Judge Lane raises his hands! "IT'S A DRAW! GET THOSE BODIES OUT OF HERE!" Johnny: Well, there you have it! Defender Jar: Ohh, yeah! they killed each other! The other jars back at the crematorium are never gonna believe this! Nick: Two of the greatest this world have ever seen came together in Deathmatch, and in the end, the Deathmatch won! Johnny: I feel kind of sorry for Debbie. She was all set for some monkey love. But I'm sure there will be other people who will catch her eye! I'm Johnny Gomez! Nick: And I'm Nick Diamond! Defender Jar: And I'm Defender in a Jar! B'wana: Give me that jar, you cretins! (Crawling up from behind the announcers, a bloody mess!) Nick and Johnny: Saying...Shut up, B'wana, and Good Fight, and Good Night!

Re: Champions Universal Deathmatch!: Doctor Silverback vs. The Harbringer of Justice! Defender Jar: And we're back! Nick: Thanks, Defender in a jar! Johnny: (Screwing the lid a little tighter on the jar) I think that's it, Defender! You should be safe, now! Defender Jar: That's fantastic. Can you hold me up a little bit so I can see better? Johnny: Sure! (Holds up the Defender Jar) Let's see what's going on down in the ring! Phase 3 Harbringer: Now that you're bloodied a little bit, let's see how you handle this! (Leaps down on a swingline and tries to kick Doc Silverback's head off!) Johnny: My god, they haven't even made it to the ring! They're duking it out right on the runway! Doc Silverback: That clumsy attack will simply not be adequate for dealing with someone who is your manly superior in every way! (Dodges) Harbringer: Dinaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Noooooooooooooooooooooooo! You'll pay for that, you overstuffed despoiler! I'll shave you and mount your head on my wall like thousands of B'wanas before me! Defender Jar: What's a B'wana? Johnny: Aren't you the son of rich white imperialist parents? Defender Jar: Well, yeah. Nick: How can you not know what a B'wana is? This is unreal! (B'wana sneaks up behind Nick, Johnny and Defender, out of the crowd) B'wana: That would be me. Is that an intelligent ape in a lab coat? An excellent trophy for... Defender Jar: You! I remember you! You're....you're Banana! B'wana: That's B'wana! And if Harbringer is B'wana, then I can't be! This outrage will be avenged! Only I am the master hunter! Only I am the greatest man ever to eliminate thousands of endangered species and serve them to dignitaries on illegal cruises, only I... Defender Jar: They're not talking about what your armpits do! B'wana: Bring it on, Jar head! Oh, no wait, that's all of you! Phase 5 Nick: Well, it looks like B'wana's making a grab for the jar from Johnny, and...oh, right...down in the ring...oh, wait, they're not in the ring! Defender Jar: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! Johnny, Save meeeeeeeeeee! Johnny: I'm dodging as fast as I can (Dodges B'wana) Harbringer: I think I'm going to bust your face up real good, pretty boy. (Harbringer studies Doctor Silverback for a moment.) Forget the pretty boy part! (Harbringer pulls out a nasty looking knife and jams it into Doctor Silverback's arm. "Let's see you deal with this CO2 pump gun!" The knife SINKS into Doc Silverback's arm and there's a wicked pumping noise and an inrush of air. Doc Silverback screams as his arm is blown off, meaty chunks of gorilla flesh and blood flying everywhere. Doctor Silverback: Oh, my! I have been disarmed! Harbringer: Now we're even! Oh, wait...you're bleeding to death. (Doc Silverback's seeping wound oozes nastily out of his arm stump.) What are you going to do? Doctor Silverback: Actually, I've activated this hypermagnetic device that works with the strength of a single finger over a two meter space. Harbringer: And what are you going to do with that? Push me down? Doctor Silverback: No. I'm afraid I actually used it to pull the pins on three of your grenades. Give my regards to that Punisher guy from the comics. I'm sure you'll have lots to reminisce about. BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! (There is another flash of smoke and a series of dull roars.) Judge Lane (Emerging from the crowd as a bloody mess): I'll allow it! Harbringer: Hkkkt. You tried to bleed me dry with my own grenades? You stupid ape punk? Don't you realize how invincible I am? (Clutches what's left of his grenade belt and pulls his hand away.) No way! That's...blood! Doctor Silverback: A brilliant deduction. Fairly amazing considering you only have one hand left and you're lonely. Harbringer: You'll pay for that, Ape! Johnny: We'll be right back, after these messages.

Re: Champions Universal Deathmatch!: Doctor Silverback vs. The Harbringer of Justice! Nar-cooolaaa...It's the one...with the stuff...that stuffy wuffy stuff. It's the one with the ahh...that screamy weamy ahhh! It's the smile...on the face...of the girl up in your place...Nar-coooolaaaaaaaaaaa.... Johnny: And we're back! Defender Jar: Could you tighten my lid a little bit? This could be nasty. Nick: Well, first we're going to have an interview with Harbringer of Justice! Debbie's in the locker room now. Debbie: (In the locker room!) Har-bringerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! Come out, you bad, bad boy...I'm looking for a real man... (No Answer) Debbie: I don't think he's in the locker room, Nick! This is...a little scary...I'm going to head over to the other locker room, get me a piece of... Johnny: I don't need to hear about hot monkey love! Nick: (Facepalming) What do you think, Defender? You're obviously not an expert on women. Defender Jar: I don't think it's safe for a young lady like Debbie to make the jungle shake with a five hundred pound gorilla, Nick! Debbie: (In the Other Locker Room) Doctor Silverback? Can I have a word with you? Doc S: Absolutely, my fine young lady. May I say that the rumors about me coveting all human women as a gorilla are completely false. On the other hand, you do have a magnificent human frame. Debbie: Really? (Making cow eyes at Doctor Silverback, getting a naughty look on her face.) Doc S: Well, of course. Debbie: So what's going to happen after the match, hmm? After you...dispose of the Harbringer? Doc S: Well, I suppose there's going to be enough time for a little...monkeying around. (Subtle smile, well, as subtle as a 500 pound gorilla can manage anyway) Debbie: See you then! (Naughty wink) And back to you, Nick! Nick: Well, Debbie's got herself...something. What do you think, Johnny? Johnny: Well, Doctor Silverback's advancing to the Ring now, and there's still no sign of the Harbringer of Justice. (Crowd hushes as Doctor Silverback walks down to the ring) Nick: Yeah, I know. It's almost like he was getting a Nar-cola or something. (Surprise Phase) BANG! (Hidden in the Catwalks, there is a sudden bark of a sniper rifle, and a bullet hurtles towards Doctor Silverback!) TWUNGGG! (A Force Field appears around Doctor Silverback, and there's a sudden burst of recoil as the bullet shoots back upward, hitting Harbringer in the shoulder! There is a massive spray of blood, and something shifts in the light) Harbringer: Oh, !@#$%$! My arm! Doctor Silverback: What the? You unspeakable cad! Attacking me from surprise before a proper referee has arrived! Judge Mills Lane (Leaping out from behind the surprised Doctor) I'll allow it! LET'S GET IT ON!!!!! Johnny: Oh, my GOD! Harbringer just tried to take out Doctor Silverback before he even got to the ring, and some kind of force field just popped into existence around the kindly Ape! Nick: Looks like Harbringer wasn't so kindly! And now he's hurting. A rattlesnake's always the most vicious when he's cornered! Johnny: Let's hope that's not all Doctor Silverback can do, or Harbringer will rip him apart! Phase 12 Harbringer: So you tried to cheat, too? Doctor Silverback: It was absolutely the correct thing to do when faced with a nefarious backstabber armed with a sniper rifle. Harbringer: (Pulls the Sniper Rifle away, and pulls out a large rocket launcher from nowhere.) "Deflect this, monkey boy!" There is a dull roar as the rocket soars for Doctor Silverback, blasting into his general location. Fans scream and dive for cover. Doctor Silverback dives for cover! Judge Lane dives for cover! Nick and Johnny do not dive for cover! BOOOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The smoke clears. Doctor Silverback is lying in bloody heap on the ground, struggling to get to his feet. Doc S: Oh, my bloody god. My fur has been terribly singed by all that racket! And you blew up a Nar-cola vendor, you ruffian! (Rises to his feet) Harbringer: It's all in a day's work for beating up a pansified ape wimp! Johnny: They're trading insults! Nick: And Rockets, Johnny! We'll have more Deathmatch after we're back!

Johnny's Voiceover: What's better?... The classic world of superheroes, where good is good, evil is evil, and everything is better with apes... Or a grim world of dark superheroes where behind every villain is another psychopath, and the only way to solve these problems is to kill every last one of them.... Tonight....yes, tonight, we will find out.... On CHAMPIONS UNIVERSAL DEATHMATCH!!!!!! I'm Johnny Gomez! (Focus in on Johnny, in an armored suit) Nick: And I'm Nick Diamond! (Focus in on Nick, also in an armored suit) We're still repairing the ring after last week's Archmage brawl where Defender got desintegrated. Fortunately, we've managed to collect his ashes along with his consciousness, and placed them in this jar! (Holds up a jar filled with ash) Defender Jar: Hi, guys! Nice to be here! Johnny: Yeah. Witchcraft and Solitaire are hanging out in Hawaii, after a quick Las Vegas wedding. I cried, Nick. I actually cried. I hear there's even a new baby on the way. Nick: (Spasming for a moment.) WHAT? Johnny, that can't be. They're both girls! (The Defender Jar goes screaming skyward) Defender Jar: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! Johnny: And both archmages. (Catches Defender Jar) Defender Jar: Thank god! I thought I was going to discorporeate again. Nick: Well, I guess it's possible. Shapeshifting is a possibility. Magic is a possibility. Adoption is a possibility. I hope they're both very happy! Anyway, we've got a serious showdown in the works for you tonight! Johnny: Yes! We've got a real showdown for you tonight, folks. The Harbringer of Justice says Doctor Silverback can't hack it in the modern world, and Doctor Silverback says he doesn't need guns to beat down a moron in an armored suit! Nick: That's inferior intellect, Johnny! Johnny: Moron plays better to the fans, and that's what it's all about, Nick! We'll have Debbie interviewing our contestants in just a brief moment, after this latest Nar-Cola commercial...

Re: Help: Hey Diddle Dillinger Unlike Doctor Dockery, I have no good answer for anything that involves "diddling Dillinger"

Re: Worth a thousand words? Oh, by the way, there's nothing to prevent someone from using Prince of Caged Birds in a straight superhero game. It's just a creepy Doom Patrol style adventure.

Re: Worth a thousand words? Interlock is a young woman whose hand has been fused with the core of an artificially intelligent alien computer. The hand has a mind of it's own, and whispers to her while she sleeps, and breathes dreams of world domination into her ear. The computer hand can interface with other machines and infuse them with weird dimensional energies, bending them to her purpose. The backlash from the dimensional energy makes Interlock super strong, super fast, and super tough. A master villain of the highest caliber, she surrounds herself with her dimensional machine allies, and is very afraid that someone will try to reach the person she used to be, so much so that she tries to destroy those who try the hardest. Could this be love?

Re: Worth a thousand words? Okay, you can use him, but if I come up with a similar idea, I want the right to publish it.

Re: Who is your Taskmaster? Build his "Skills" as powers, and a larger VPP is legal. Doing it any other way is pretty much cheating. A "Skill Pool" is broken the moment that you bring it into play. Otherwise, anyone who ever bought a skill is being cheated. Everyone can just buy like 15-20 points of skill pool and they're all "Infinite Skill Man."

Re: Worth a thousand words? He is the Prince of Chained Birds, a fey creature that seeks the destruction of all flying beings who fly under their own power and tries to put them in cages. His evil Topiary is loaded with monstrous guardians that ensorcel the flying creatures to sing sweet, yet disturbing music, and make them want to stay there forever.

Re: Quote of the Week from my gaming group... These quotes are from my Vigilance Teen Champions Game On Christmas Eve, Prestige gets turned into a Reindeer, (Well, Body Switched with Dasher, who was also very unhappy) Dasher: Look, you gotta help me. I'm getting more girly by the second!!!!! ------------------------------------------------------ Plastron: Silver Sentinel, could you fly up to the roof and let Prestige in? Silver Sentinel: Of course I shall! I shall gladly allow this reindeer to enter our domicile! Plastron: (Private radio message) Sarah, laugh, and that car your father is letting you put together? You'll never drive it. Silver Sentinel: (Activating silence field over mask) Sure! Openly Silver Sentinel: Enter our base, Prestige. Prestige: Activate the security code! I don't have any thumbs!!!!! Silver Sentinel: Oh, right. Silver Sentinel: Privately, under the silent mask. HAHAHHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAA! Gawd, that's so funny! --------------------------------------------------- Prestige: Could someone unchain me from this sled? Dasher: I think I know how to do it from this side. Prestige: COULD SOMEONE WHO IS NOT A REINDEER IN MY BODY UNCHAIN ME FROM THIS SLED!!!!! ---------------------------------------------- Donner: Hey, Blitzen! You landed okay! Blitzen: Yeah! It was pretty awesome! The Knight (OOC): Blitzen's not the brightest bulb in the display, is he?