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A Shining Beacon in a World of Shade
- Thread starter Cyberphilosipher
- Start date
- Original Superhero
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Telekinesis, ferrokinesis(Metal manipulation) and Electrokinesis(Electricity manipulation) are the three I'm considering.
I got some options
Mouseketeer, a woman with a talent for fencing and the ability to summon mice and control them, alongside being able to enhance their intelligence and skill to the point they can also fence like her
Sunnyside, a man with a miniature sun for a head, he fire blasts of solar radiation from his face, heats up a room, etcetera
Heart-Attack, underground surgeon who knows how to modify hearts so they can produce blood with special properties and be more efficient, currently can harden his own blood into weapons
Double Bluff, can store non-living things in a set of cards she can summon, alongside being able to summon cards which produce fake projections of non-living objects
Dartfrog, weird frog-like mutant that has a very longe tongue covered in holes that can fire biological poison darts, is also good at playing darts
Mouseketeer, a woman with a talent for fencing and the ability to summon mice and control them, alongside being able to enhance their intelligence and skill to the point they can also fence like her
Sunnyside, a man with a miniature sun for a head, he fire blasts of solar radiation from his face, heats up a room, etcetera
Heart-Attack, underground surgeon who knows how to modify hearts so they can produce blood with special properties and be more efficient, currently can harden his own blood into weapons
Double Bluff, can store non-living things in a set of cards she can summon, alongside being able to summon cards which produce fake projections of non-living objects
Dartfrog, weird frog-like mutant that has a very longe tongue covered in holes that can fire biological poison darts, is also good at playing darts
We don't know how powers work yet, so we have to wait. I was doing something i felt was weak, and it was shut down, so i'd wait until that's revealed first, before we get into thinking about things.
- Location
- California,USA
4859
Speaking of the next chapter. The for all mankind stuff is coming Along nicely.
Welp time to obsess over these numbers and make a whole conspiracy about them
I was thinking of reusing a villain that I came up for the Paw Patrol villain quest a year ago. He would be a kind of vampire that can fly at high speeds and use ice powers.
It's the Auschwitz prisoner number for Witold Pilecki if it helps, Least that's the first thing that comes up when I search it.
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our rolled power level from a 1d9001?
- Location
- California,USA
...Its Poland's Super Hero team supported by the Solidarity Union during the 1989 revolution.
Witold is a name of Polish origin, hhhhhmmmm...
I WILL GET TO THE BOTTOM OF THIS RABBIT HOLE EVEN IF IT KILLS SOMEBODY
I've got an idea for a character but I'm mostly waiting to give any details until we actually get an update and know how the game is actually going to work in detail.
The Germans During WW2 had a tendency to mess around with occult stuff, Prisoner 4859 may have been used for one of those rituals. Mayhaps he gained powers then.
Given how the Solidarity Union is helped Poland gain independence from the soviets and Witold in our timeline got shot by the Polish people's republic.
I guess it's either a Team using him as a symbol and example, Or he's alive (or was alive) and still fighting for Poland.
- Location
- California,USA
Man too angery to die until Poland is free!
A Brand New Age
- Location
- California,USA
A Brand New Age
[Black screen. Soft, ambient tones build tension. Slowly, the image of a spinning globe fades in, framed by a backdrop of space. A staticky hum intensifies, then cuts to the familiar face of an anchor, solemn and reflective. The broadcast begins.]
Voiceover:
"My fellow Americans... my fellow citizens of Earth... and those who now call our blue marble home among the stars."
The scene transitions to grainy footage of the Earth's skyline—once lush, now scarred by years of conflict. Towering, damaged cityscapes, remnants of the once-great battle against the Imperium, stand in the twilight.
Voiceover (cont.):
"At 11:31 PM, Eastern Standard Time, I was informed by the Joint Command of the Unity Coalition of Earth, and confirmed by our heroic allies in the 'Children of the Broken,' that the Emperor of the Imperium, the one who sought to extinguish our light, has been assassinated."
[The image shifts to a distant view of a fractured throne world. Silent flashes of light in the darkness speak to the destruction unleashed upon the Imperial core. The stark, solemn imagery fades to a close-up of President George Schultz, standing at a podium, the weight of the moment clear in his expression.]
President George Schultz (43rd President of the United States, 1986-1988)
"There were no survivors."
The camera pans across a world map, marking key battlefields where humanity's greatest heroes—superpowered and otherwise—held the line. Each flickering light represents sacrifice, loss, and survival from New York to Tokyo, London to Cape Town.
Voiceover (cont.):
"A moment of silence has fallen across a battered and broken Earth. Today, we remember those who gave everything in this fight—a fight not just for survival, but for the right to determine our own future."
[Cut to images of somber gatherings: citizens of every nation, hand in hand, looking skyward. Streets once filled with refugees now bear candles and flags of hope. We see heroes—tired, some unmasked, others bruised—standing among the people they've fought to protect.]
President George Schultz (cont.):
"Let it be known to all the generations to come... that a grateful world will remember this moment. We fought. We endured. We prevailed."
[The screen darkens once more, leaving only a stark reminder of the fragile peace now dawning. The insignia of the Unity Coalition of Earth, interwoven with the emblem of the Children of the Broken, glows in the center. A heartbeat pulse of sound underscores the fragile victory.]
Voiceover (final words):
"The war may be over, but the scars remain. This, my fellow citizens, is the dawn of a brand new age."
The screen cuts to black, and the faint hum of silence lingers.
Ten…
A Channel Changes
[The familiar hum of static lingers as the screen flickers to life. A news anchor's voice cuts through, calm yet underscored by tension. Images of helicopters lifting off from dusty Afghan plains and columns of Soviet troops marching through desolate towns fill the screen.]
Voiceover:
"In breaking news today, the withdrawal of Soviet forces from the occupation zone of Afghanistan marks one of the largest mass evacuations of troops from a conflict zone this year."
[The scene shifts to soldiers boarding transport planes, their faces etched with exhaustion, as the sound of boots on metal ramps echoes against the wind. The Soviet banner waves weakly over a barren desert. Tanks rumble away, their guns silent, heading toward the horizon.]
Voiceover (cont.):
"With internal chaos gripping the Soviet heartland, the power struggle between General Secretary Mikhail Gorbachev and the Head of the Soviet of Superhuman Affairs, the veteran hero Red Twilight, intensifies. The clash of ideologies comes as Gorbachev attempts to implement capitalist reforms to revive the failing Soviet economy."
[The footage cuts to Red Twilight—tall, broad-shouldered, his crimson cape flowing behind him as he speaks to a crowd of loyalists. His voice roars with fury, as the camera zooms in on his glowing red eyes, a sign of the incredible power within him.]
Red Twilight:
"THESE POLICIES ARE A BETRAYAL TO EVERYTHING WE HAVE FOUGHT FOR!"
[The footage jumps to historical reels of Red Twilight in his prime, battling monstrous invaders, leading Soviet forces against alien incursions, nearly sacrificing his life for the revolution. The screen flashes with images of the famous Red Square rallies, where millions once cheered for the Soviet Union's greatest superhuman protector.]
Red Twilight (cont.):
"Did I not choose to nearly die for the revolution of the people? To let those bureaucrats in their ivory towers tell us how to live... and how to die?"
[His words reverberate, blending with images of the Soviet Union's fractured economy—lines outside stores, barren shelves, and protestors in the streets. Soviet civilians, young and old, gather in front of televisions, watching as their once-mighty nation crumbles from within.
Cut to Gorbachev, standing behind a podium, his face worn by years of struggle. His voice, though calm, carries the weight of a leader desperate to save his country.]
Gorbachev:
"We must face reality. The Cold War was over the moment monsters fell from the sky to murder our children."
[The camera pans over archival footage of the alien invasion that united the world—superheroes and soldiers side by side, battling otherworldly horrors that tore through cities across the globe. Destruction, death, and the scarred landscapes of Earth remain a reminder of what was lost.]
Gorbachev (cont.):
"We must let go of the old ways... we've already lost too much. To let our pride finish us off would be our final mistake."
[The screen shifts to a split image: Gorbachev on one side, with his hand raised in a gesture of reason and diplomacy, and Red Twilight on the other, cloaked in shadow, his fists clenched, eyes still burning with defiance.]
Voiceover (final words):
"With the future of the Soviet Union hanging in the balance, the battle between its ideological titans rages on. As one looks toward reform, the other clings to the old dream of revolution... and the fate of an empire rests in their hands."
[The scene fades to black as the sound of flickering static returns, the tension unresolved.]
Nine…
A Channel Shifts
[The familiar hum of static gives way to the crisp image of a lunar landscape, the Earth hanging serenely in the background. The Lunar Settlement of Armstrong, a gleaming city of domes and towers, stands as a testament to humanity's perseverance and vision.]
Voiceover:
"In a historic achievement for mankind, the founding of the Lunar Settlement of Armstrong marks our first victory in the post-war era, reigniting a sense of purpose and reaffirming our destiny among the stars."
[The camera zooms in on astronauts and engineers working together on the lunar surface, planting flags and assembling infrastructure, their movements slow but deliberate under the Moon's reduced gravity. The Armstrong Settlement, named after the first man to walk on the moon, Neil Armstrong, represents hope and the promise of exploration after years of conflict. The screen lingers on the settlers' faces—determined, hopeful, and ready to usher in a new era.]
Voiceover (cont.):
"Meanwhile, the Revolutions of 1989 continue to ripple across Eastern Europe, as the once-mighty Soviet Union struggles to maintain control amidst a wave of democratic reforms and the return of exiled governments. The balance of power is shifting, and the Iron Curtain is beginning to fall."
[The scene shifts to the streets of Prague, Budapest, and Berlin, where jubilant crowds chant for freedom, waving flags and tearing down statues of Soviet leaders. Young and old alike rally in the streets, their eyes alight with the hope of a new future. Protesters hold signs demanding reform as Soviet tanks idle on the outskirts, their presence looming yet impotent.
Cut to Warsaw, where the aftermath of destruction paints a different picture. Rubble litters the streets, and twisted metal and debris from collapsed rail lines clutter the once-bustling Polish capital.]
Voiceover (cont.):
"Tensions escalate further as Red Twilight, the Soviet Union's most powerful and controversial superhero, engages in a brutal confrontation with Polish superhero Cascade Casimir and the Solidarity-backed super-team '4859.' The battle has left much of Warsaw's rail infrastructure in ruins, marking yet another flashpoint in the crumbling relationship between the USSR and its former Warsaw Pact members."
[Footage cuts to a devastated Warsaw station. Railcars lie toppled, their metal frames bent like wire, while a plume of smoke rises into the overcast sky. Onlookers, both Polish civilians and Soviet soldiers, stare in disbelief at the devastation. Red Twilight, bloodied but still formidable, is seen retreating from the battlefield as Cascade Casimir and his team help rescue survivors trapped under the wreckage.]
Voiceover (cont.):
"With the Soviet Union's grip weakening and local heroes rallying behind democratic movements, the power dynamics across Eastern Europe are shifting, and the once-unchallenged Soviet influence is quickly fading."
[The camera pans back to show Soviet officials in Moscow, tense and quiet, as they watch the news unfold, knowing they are losing control.
The screen flickers, and a new image emerges: the Berlin Wall, with thousands of people on either side, cheering as they break through the barrier that divided East and West for nearly three decades.]
Voiceover (final words):
"And in other news... the Berlin Wall has fallen."
[Images of hammers and chisels striking the wall, young people climbing over its crumbling sections, and families reuniting on either side fill the screen. Tears of joy, laughter, and a sense of freedom sweep over the crowd as the long-standing symbol of division collapses before the world's eyes.
The scene fades to black, the echoes of history reverberating through the silence.]
Eight…
A Channel Changes
[The screen shifts from the usual evening news to the turmoil gripping the Soviet Union, the camera panning over the once-grand streets of Moscow, now filled with tanks and soldiers. Red Twilight, the towering, crimson-clad Soviet superhero, stands defiantly atop a tank, his fists clenched as his booming voice echoes through the snow-dusted square.]
Red Twilight:
"I WILL CAST DOWN THIS REACTIONARY!"
[His voice is a thunderous growl, filled with the same fervor that fueled his battles during the war. His eyes burn with the intensity of a man determined to preserve what little remains of his revolutionary ideals.]
[But from the shadows, a figure steps forward—young, armored, and resolute. The Decemberist, a symbol of the new generation, stands defiantly between Red Twilight and the Soviet Parliament, his voice calm but firm as he faces the veteran hero.]
Decemberist:
"And condemn us to another Stalin? You are no Lenin or Trotsky, Red Twilight. Our people will survive without you, and the pain of the past."
[The crowd watches in silence as these two titans of Soviet ideology confront each other, the old guard and the new. Red Twilight's eyes narrow, his body tense, unwilling to yield.]
Red Twilight:
"THEY WILL CONDEMN US TO THE MEDIOCRITY OF DECAY! THE SLOW DEATH! AND YOU WOULD HAVE US EMBRACE IT FULLY!"
[His voice cracks like a whip, lashing out at the younger man, his words filled with the weight of decades of sacrifice and disillusionment. The tank beneath him rumbles as if ready to charge forward at his command.]
Decemberist:
"Better we survive the fall and rise again, than burn in the fire of falsehood. You'll damn us all for your ambitions! You're no more a man than a king of supers lording over the rest of us."
[The tension hangs thick in the air, two ideologies clashing in a moment that will decide the fate of the crumbling Soviet Union. Red Twilight growls, his hands glowing faintly with the immense power he has wielded for decades. But even he hesitates, sensing the shift in the winds of history.
The screen cuts away abruptly, shifting to footage of Coalition Forces advancing across the Kuwaiti desert, tanks rolling forward as plumes of smoke rise in the distance.]
Voiceover:
"In other news, Coalition forces in Kuwait have driven back Saddam Hussein's Iraqi army, securing vital positions in Operation Desert Storm."
[The scene switches to triumphant soldiers raising their flags, the war in the Middle East a stark contrast to the ideological battle raging in the heart of Moscow.
The broadcast fades, leaving viewers to ponder which conflict will shape the future most—the war for Kuwait, or the war for the soul of the Soviet Union.]
Seven…
"A Channel Shifts" – Late Night Broadcast
[The familiar sound of late-night chatter fills the screen as the legendary talk show host Johnny Carson smiles at his audience, his iconic desk a comforting symbol for millions across the nation. But tonight, his guests are not comedians or actors—they're far larger than life. The camera zooms in on his guests: President Bill Clinton and the towering figure of America's greatest superhero, John Atom.]
Johnny Carson:
"Ladies and gentlemen, the President of the United States, Bill Clinton, and America's greatest superhero, John Atom."*
The audience erupts into applause as John Atom, dressed in his sleek, military-style uniform, offers a reserved smile. His presence, once thought lost during the Crisis, has become a beacon of hope. Carson leans forward, his eyes twinkling.
Johnny Carson:
"John, thanks for coming on the show. You've been through a lot, but I gotta ask, how does it feel to be back after all this time?"
John Atom:
"Thanks, Johnny. Glad to be here. I'm just thankful you're still around. I used to watch you back when I was a younger man, fighting in Nam. Missed the whole Crisis, though..."
His voice trails off as he looks down, his expression turning somber.
"I feel bad about it."
The weight of the words hangs in the air for a moment before President Clinton interjects with his signature empathy.
Bill Clinton:
"Son, you were stuck in another cosmic dimension we didn't even know existed until last year. There's nothing to be ashamed of."
John Atom forces a smile, but behind his eyes, the audience can sense the burden he carries. Three years back from a dimension beyond comprehension, and yet, the guilt of being absent during Earth's darkest hour weighs heavily on him. The Crisis—the war that nearly destroyed everything—happened without him. And now, as the nation rebuilds, he is tasked with protecting it once more.
He shifts in his chair, feeling the crushing responsibility of his return, not just as a superhero but as a symbol. But the truth? The lies that the government asks him to tell haunt him more than any battle. He'd missed the Crisis, sure. But he didn't miss what came after.
Johnny Carson:
"Well, it's good to have you back, John. America needs you, and I think the world does too."
John Atom nods, his smile tight, masking the turmoil inside him.
[The broadcast suddenly cuts to a bright, cheerful news segment, juxtaposing the tension in the room with a happy, almost surreal announcement.]
Voiceover:
"In other news, love is in the air! Veteran superheroes Dialect and Shifter have welcomed triplets into the world."
[Images flash on screen of the happy family, Logan "Dialect" Lawson and Sarah "Shifter" Ambrose, holding their newborns. The babies, wrapped in superhero-themed blankets, are adorable, a symbol of hope and renewal. The audience coos as the photos pan across the screen.]
Voiceover (continued):
"Now don't they look adorable with those three? What a happy family! It's moments like these that remind us of the brighter days ahead."
But as the camera returns to John Atom, his eyes linger on the screen, his mind likely a thousand miles away. His heart, once heavy with guilt, now weighs even more—knowing the future these children will inherit is uncertain. He will carry that weight. Even if they can't tell the truth, he will protect them from it.
[The broadcast ends on a bittersweet note—America is healing, but scars remain, both seen and unseen.]
Six…
A Channel Shifts…
The New Supervillain Globex Nodded to the Camera: What the people want, is controlled violence of the past…they want VIOLENCE and BLOOD! And who am I to deny a product.
TO PRESENT THE WORLDS NEWEST FORM OF ENTERTAINMENT! HERO V VILLAIN BLOOD BOWL!
Globex: Order your seats…you'll want the front row.
"We now return to our regularly scheduled program, Massacres in Rwanda Prevented by Super Hero Couple Moto-Mwewe and Simba-Dhoruba."
Five…
The Channels Shifts
[The screen flickers, moving rapidly between high-energy segments. The bright, excitable face of a human interest reporter fills the screen, their enthusiasm contagious as they rattle off the latest economic headlines.]
Human Interest Reporter:
"As far as the stock market is concerned, folks, the Dot Com Bubble will last forever! So what are you waiting for? Go out and make a change! This is the future!"
[The camera pans to images of bustling tech startups, newly-minted millionaires, and a surge of online innovations. Optimism is palpable, but beneath it, a sense of uncertainty looms as the bubble grows larger and more fragile. The reporter's grin widens as if willing the success to last forever.]
[Suddenly, the screen cuts to an entirely different tone—cold, harsh, and brimming with tension. The graphic at the bottom reads: "Superhero Proxy War: Gagarin vs. Russia." The camera zooms in on footage from space, revealing the dark expanse dotted with glowing stars, and in the foreground, clashes of light as super-powered individuals battle in the void.]
News Anchor:
"In other news, the growing tension between the newly-formed Space Colony of Gagarin and Russia has erupted into an active superhero proxy war. What started as a dispute over territorial claims and resources has escalated into full-blown conflict, with rival heroes from both sides engaging in skirmishes across lunar bases and asteroid mining sites."
[Footage shows Russian-aligned superheroes launching devastating energy blasts at their Gagarin counterparts, while robotic drones and high-tech fighter jets race across the dark backdrop of space. The consequences of this war are yet to be fully understood, but the stakes—Earth's claim to space supremacy—could not be higher.]
News Anchor (continued):
"Reports suggest that both sides are fielding new generations of enhanced soldiers and powered individuals. Casualties have already been reported, and tensions continue to rise as calls for diplomatic resolution fall on deaf ears."
[As the segment closes, the mood shifts again. From the cold darkness of space to the vibrant, green wilderness of the Amazon rainforest. The screen fills with footage of towering trees, waterfalls, and exotic wildlife, but it's not the lush landscape that catches the viewer's attention—it's the figure that moves swiftly through the jungle.]
Voiceover:
"Meanwhile, in South America, the Amazon rainforest has a new protector. Who is the scarlet-eyed avenger battling to restore nature's balance?"
[Images flash of a masked figure, draped in earthy tones, with glowing red eyes cutting through the thick canopy. The protector is seen effortlessly leaping through the treetops, fighting back loggers and industrial forces encroaching on the rainforest. Environmentalists are hailing this mysterious hero as a potential savior for one of the world's most endangered ecosystems.]
Voiceover (continued):
"Local sources claim that the Scarlet-Eyed Avenger, as they've come to be known, has single-handedly driven out entire corporations responsible for illegal deforestation. But their identity remains shrouded in mystery. Is this a new breed of hero, or is there something more ancient at work in the heart of the Amazon?"
[The camera zooms in on the figure standing atop a high tree branch, surveying the dense forest below. The protector's eyes glimmer with an otherworldly light before disappearing into the thick foliage. The broadcast shifts once more, the world's focus constantly flipping between the farthest reaches of space and the deep wildernesses of Earth, as humanity grapples with the dawning of a new age—one fraught with both hope and conflict.]
Four…
A Channel Stops
The screen momentarily freezes, then shifts to a breaking news segment. The headline scrolls across the bottom: "Supreme Court Ruling on Aritov Corporation."
News Anchor:
"The Supreme Court has found the multinational Aritov Corporation guilty of insider trading, illegal arms sales, and a variety of financial crimes. Federal forces have been ordered to seize all assets effective immediately. Additionally, the United States Meta Investigation Department (USMID) has—"
[The broadcast is cut short, interrupted by on-the-ground footage. Smoke billows from a destroyed SWAT van, overturned and mangled. Standing triumphantly atop the wreckage is Ion Aritov, the towering figure of corporate greed personified, garbed in a sleek, metallic suit that pulses with energy.]
Ion Aritov (shouting over the chaos):
"I've made nations bend and politicians die for less! What can any one of you do to someone that is untouchable by law and man?!"
[His voice reverberates through the air, filled with arrogance and unchecked power. The camera shakes, capturing the fear and panic of the federal agents surrounding him, unsure of how to respond to a force that seems beyond their grasp.
[Suddenly, the camera cuts to another figure entering the scene. The crowd stirs. It's John Atom, America's greatest superhero, descending from the sky with authority. His presence commands immediate attention.]
J. Atom (calm, but firm):
"No one's above the law, you old beancounter—not even you."
[Ion Aritov sneers, preparing for a confrontation, but Atom barely glances at him. Instead, he turns to another man on the ground Dialect, Logan Lawson, the Department's sharpest mind. Dialect is already deep into his investigation, papers in hand, but looks up as Atom addresses him.]
J. Atom (grinning):
"Logan, buddy, the Department's a mess. What have you been doing, letting things get this far?"
Dialect (dryly):
"Waiting for you, while hitting the middle managers for intel. They break easier."
J. Atom smirks, looking back at the corporate supervillain still looming over the destroyed vehicles.
J. Atom (to the camera, with a wink):
"Well then, enforce your warrant. I've got an arrest to make."
[The air crackles as Atom's fists glow with energy. Ion Aritov's expression shifts from confidence to fury, realizing he's no longer the most powerful being on the battlefield. Before he can react, Atom charges forward, a shockwave rippling through the street. The camera catches the first blow before cutting away to another breaking story.]
[The screen flashes to a more somber scene, the vibrant chaos of the confrontation replaced by the quiet halls of Armstrong, the first lunar settlement. The image of the American flag flying on the Moon is overlaid with black-and-white footage of a familiar figure from Earth's past: former President Richard Nixon.]
News Anchor (voice soft):
"In other news, Armstrong's governor of several years, former President Richard Milhouse Nixon, has passed away of natural causes. Nixon, who famously oversaw the initial stages of America's space colonization efforts, had long served as a guiding hand in Earth's lunar politics. His death marks the end of an era for Armstrong, and for humanity's first steps among the stars."
[The camera cuts to crowds gathering outside Armstrong's lunar capital, paying their respects. Even in this new age of heroes and interstellar politics, the legacies of Earth's past still cast long shadows. The channel holds there for a moment, before shifting to the next story, a world forever teetering between hope and upheaval.]
Three…
A Channel Changes
[The screen flickers, transitioning from one segment to another. News anchors speak in a hurried, excited tone as the camera shifts to a live press conference. Standing at a podium, flanked by the European Union's top superhero team, is John Atom, America's greatest superhero, a symbol of hope in turbulent times. In his hand, he holds a small document, embossed with golden letters—the charter for something new, something ambitious.]
J. Atom (looking out at the gathered press):
"I've been wondering about the direction our world has been heading for a while now...
[There's a pause, as the press leans in, eager to capture every word.]
"A lot of us don't want to talk about the elephant in the room—the Alien Ghettos. They've been fueling a fire of hate for years, and I don't think we can afford to ignore it anymore. I know, as America's hero, I bear some blame for turning a blind eye to it—both for necessary reasons, and maybe... selfish ones too."
[He hesitates for a brief moment, letting his words hang in the air before continuing, his voice firm and filled with purpose.]
"But I'm here now. I'm not just asking for help in defending the world—we've all done enough of that. I'm asking for something bigger, something that goes beyond battles. We need to improve it, for all the children of Earth. Human or alien, it doesn't matter."
[He holds up the charter for the cameras, the document glinting under the lights.]
"Which is why today, I'm opening trials for the United Justice Society. A new team, one that welcomes anyone who's willing to fight for justice—be they human or alien. No matter their origin or power, everyone deserves a place in this world."*
[There's a murmur in the room as journalists snap photos and shout questions. The image of John Atom—towering, powerful, and yet introspective—paints a stark contrast to the world's often-chaotic politics. For many, he's more than just a hero; he's a bridge between divided worlds.]
[The camera shifts again, cutting to another breaking news story. Footage from the streets of Los Angeles shows chaos in motion: burning cars, shattered storefronts, and plumes of smoke rising into the sky. The scene centers around two figures locked in combat—one human, the other alien.]
News Anchor (voiceover):
"In other news, the alien vigilante group Iron Star clashed with the Ku Klux Klan's super-enforcer Firecross in a brutal, close-range battle in the streets of Los Angeles. The confrontation, which has left parts of the city in ruins, marks the latest escalation in racial tensions that have only worsened since the rise of alien ghettos across the globe."
[The footage shows Firecross, his body engulfed in flames, hurling fireballs at Iron Star, whose alien armor deflects the searing heat. Buildings crumble in their wake as the two fight for dominance, each blow shaking the foundations of the city. Onlookers scream and flee, while police and first responders scramble to maintain order.]
News Anchor (continuing):
"The battle is being seen as a symptom of larger societal unrest, with many calling for reform in the treatment of extraterrestrial refugees who have been marginalized since their arrival on Earth."
[The camera cuts back to the anchor, their face grim and serious as the image of the two super-beings locked in battle lingers in the background.]
News Anchor (closing):
*"With tensions at an all-time high, the world watches and waits—will we learn to coexist with our alien neighbors, or are we doomed to repeat the mistakes of the past?"*
[The screen fades out as the news cycle continues its relentless pace, leaving viewers to ponder the uncertain future that lies ahead.]
Two…
A Channel opens to the latest story
[The scene opens with a burst of patriotic music, a sweeping shot of the American flag waving triumphantly against the backdrop of the night sky. The camera zooms in on a bright-eyed, energetic human interest reporter, microphone in hand, standing before a massive crowd at a bustling spaceport. Families, engineers, astronauts, and civilians alike fill the scene, all looking skyward with a shared sense of wonder and anticipation.]
Human Interest Reporter (excitedly, barely containing the energy):
"We are going to Mars, and we will NOT be stopped!"
[The crowd erupts in applause behind him, their cheers deafening as the camera pans to the towering rocket at the center of the frame—gleaming, almost mythic in its size, a testament to human ambition. The glowing lights of the launchpad flicker, casting long shadows as preparations continue in earnest.]
Reporter (shouting over the noise):
"In just a few short hours, humanity will embark on its greatest adventure yet. The Lunar colonies were just the beginning—Armstrong was our first victory—but Mars? Mars is the future!"
[The camera cuts to shots of the Astronaut Corps, adorned in cutting-edge spacesuits, climbing aboard their shuttle. The crew is a mix of veterans and young pioneers, each of them hailed as heroes, ready to take humanity's next great leap into the unknown. They wave at the crowd, saluting the onlookers, their faces illuminated by the glow of the massive rocket engines behind them.]
Reporter (narrating as the footage rolls):
"This mission—Olympus I—represents the culmination of decades of technological advances, international cooperation, and sheer human determination. These astronauts—men and women from across the globe—will be the first humans to set foot on the Red Planet. The stakes? Nothing short of history itself."
[The screen cuts to a split frame, showing both the launch preparations and a panel of experts in the studio. One of them, a renowned space historian, leans forward, his expression one of awe.]
Space Historian (speaking solemnly):
"Mars isn't just the next step, it's the proving ground. For over a century, we dreamed of this moment. And now, in our lifetimes, we're witnessing the dawn of a new age—the Martian Age. Our reach no longer ends at Earth's orbit."
[The scene shifts back to the spaceport, where the crowd chants in unison: "Mars! Mars! Mars!" The excitement is palpable, every face lit with hope and pride. Parents hold their children on their shoulders, pointing to the sky, while the astronauts enter their spacecraft one by one, fully suited up, their visors reflecting the brilliant lights of the launchpad.]
Reporter (voice rising with emotion):
"In a world that's seen so much division, so many challenges—this moment reminds us what we are truly capable of when we come together. There's no denying it, folks: the stars are within our grasp. Mars isn't just an abstract goal anymore. In a matter of months, we will be there, living, working, and forging a new future!"
[The screen transitions to another clip, showing the sleek Martian habitats, already under construction by autonomous drones, dotting the red sands of the planet's surface. The habitats glimmer in the Martian sunlight, each one a symbol of hope and persistence.]
Reporter (excitedly):
"From the colonies of the moon to the orbiting cities around Earth, this mission will prove one thing—that there is no limit to human ambition. No boundary we can't cross. No world we can't reach!"
[As the camera zooms back to the spaceport, the massive rocket engines roar to life, filling the screen with fire and smoke, as the countdown begins. The crowd grows even louder, their cheers merging with the rumble of the engines.]
Reporter (grinning, speaking over the sound):
We are going to Mars—and we will not be stopped!"
[The final shot lingers on the rocket, slowly lifting off the ground, its ascent into the heavens a visual metaphor for the unstoppable force of human progress. The screen fades to black, leaving viewers with the image of a red planet on the horizon, and the sound of thunderous applause echoing into space.]
One.
"HAPPY NEW YEAR!!"
Congratulations…somehow despite everything, Mankind made it to the second millennium.
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Logan Lawson Looked over the files again. "God its been years since I did this?"
"Reread old files director?" Atom said as he handed you some coffee.
"Heh, memory lane…these things don't exactly look good, their out of date." Logan said. "This one's mine."
Name: Logan Lawson
Age: 38 (Born July 5th 1963)
Cape Name: Dialect
City of Operation: Washington DC
Skills: Polymath, Hand to Hand Combat
Equipment: Advanced Spy Suit and Armor, Handguns.
Powers: None
Biography: The Current Head of the USMID, Logan has lived a terrifyingly exciting life. First being trained to be the ultimate human hero, his training was cut short by by the Crisis and he acted as a combat instructor and spy for his resistance group in Minnesota, he later went to Princton and dedicated his life to being a superhero, meeting his wife when he turned Twenty-One. He joined the USMID at Twenty-three as a "Cape Buster" and held that roll for nearly a decade before being promoted to director in 1999.
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[Black screen. Soft, ambient tones build tension. Slowly, the image of a spinning globe fades in, framed by a backdrop of space. A staticky hum intensifies, then cuts to the familiar face of an anchor, solemn and reflective. The broadcast begins.]
Voiceover:
"My fellow Americans... my fellow citizens of Earth... and those who now call our blue marble home among the stars."
The scene transitions to grainy footage of the Earth's skyline—once lush, now scarred by years of conflict. Towering, damaged cityscapes, remnants of the once-great battle against the Imperium, stand in the twilight.
Voiceover (cont.):
"At 11:31 PM, Eastern Standard Time, I was informed by the Joint Command of the Unity Coalition of Earth, and confirmed by our heroic allies in the 'Children of the Broken,' that the Emperor of the Imperium, the one who sought to extinguish our light, has been assassinated."
[The image shifts to a distant view of a fractured throne world. Silent flashes of light in the darkness speak to the destruction unleashed upon the Imperial core. The stark, solemn imagery fades to a close-up of President George Schultz, standing at a podium, the weight of the moment clear in his expression.]
President George Schultz (43rd President of the United States, 1986-1988)
"There were no survivors."
The camera pans across a world map, marking key battlefields where humanity's greatest heroes—superpowered and otherwise—held the line. Each flickering light represents sacrifice, loss, and survival from New York to Tokyo, London to Cape Town.
Voiceover (cont.):
"A moment of silence has fallen across a battered and broken Earth. Today, we remember those who gave everything in this fight—a fight not just for survival, but for the right to determine our own future."
[Cut to images of somber gatherings: citizens of every nation, hand in hand, looking skyward. Streets once filled with refugees now bear candles and flags of hope. We see heroes—tired, some unmasked, others bruised—standing among the people they've fought to protect.]
President George Schultz (cont.):
"Let it be known to all the generations to come... that a grateful world will remember this moment. We fought. We endured. We prevailed."
[The screen darkens once more, leaving only a stark reminder of the fragile peace now dawning. The insignia of the Unity Coalition of Earth, interwoven with the emblem of the Children of the Broken, glows in the center. A heartbeat pulse of sound underscores the fragile victory.]
Voiceover (final words):
"The war may be over, but the scars remain. This, my fellow citizens, is the dawn of a brand new age."
The screen cuts to black, and the faint hum of silence lingers.
Ten…
A Channel Changes
[The familiar hum of static lingers as the screen flickers to life. A news anchor's voice cuts through, calm yet underscored by tension. Images of helicopters lifting off from dusty Afghan plains and columns of Soviet troops marching through desolate towns fill the screen.]
Voiceover:
"In breaking news today, the withdrawal of Soviet forces from the occupation zone of Afghanistan marks one of the largest mass evacuations of troops from a conflict zone this year."
[The scene shifts to soldiers boarding transport planes, their faces etched with exhaustion, as the sound of boots on metal ramps echoes against the wind. The Soviet banner waves weakly over a barren desert. Tanks rumble away, their guns silent, heading toward the horizon.]
Voiceover (cont.):
"With internal chaos gripping the Soviet heartland, the power struggle between General Secretary Mikhail Gorbachev and the Head of the Soviet of Superhuman Affairs, the veteran hero Red Twilight, intensifies. The clash of ideologies comes as Gorbachev attempts to implement capitalist reforms to revive the failing Soviet economy."
[The footage cuts to Red Twilight—tall, broad-shouldered, his crimson cape flowing behind him as he speaks to a crowd of loyalists. His voice roars with fury, as the camera zooms in on his glowing red eyes, a sign of the incredible power within him.]
Red Twilight:
"THESE POLICIES ARE A BETRAYAL TO EVERYTHING WE HAVE FOUGHT FOR!"
[The footage jumps to historical reels of Red Twilight in his prime, battling monstrous invaders, leading Soviet forces against alien incursions, nearly sacrificing his life for the revolution. The screen flashes with images of the famous Red Square rallies, where millions once cheered for the Soviet Union's greatest superhuman protector.]
Red Twilight (cont.):
"Did I not choose to nearly die for the revolution of the people? To let those bureaucrats in their ivory towers tell us how to live... and how to die?"
[His words reverberate, blending with images of the Soviet Union's fractured economy—lines outside stores, barren shelves, and protestors in the streets. Soviet civilians, young and old, gather in front of televisions, watching as their once-mighty nation crumbles from within.
Cut to Gorbachev, standing behind a podium, his face worn by years of struggle. His voice, though calm, carries the weight of a leader desperate to save his country.]
Gorbachev:
"We must face reality. The Cold War was over the moment monsters fell from the sky to murder our children."
[The camera pans over archival footage of the alien invasion that united the world—superheroes and soldiers side by side, battling otherworldly horrors that tore through cities across the globe. Destruction, death, and the scarred landscapes of Earth remain a reminder of what was lost.]
Gorbachev (cont.):
"We must let go of the old ways... we've already lost too much. To let our pride finish us off would be our final mistake."
[The screen shifts to a split image: Gorbachev on one side, with his hand raised in a gesture of reason and diplomacy, and Red Twilight on the other, cloaked in shadow, his fists clenched, eyes still burning with defiance.]
Voiceover (final words):
"With the future of the Soviet Union hanging in the balance, the battle between its ideological titans rages on. As one looks toward reform, the other clings to the old dream of revolution... and the fate of an empire rests in their hands."
[The scene fades to black as the sound of flickering static returns, the tension unresolved.]
Nine…
A Channel Shifts
[The familiar hum of static gives way to the crisp image of a lunar landscape, the Earth hanging serenely in the background. The Lunar Settlement of Armstrong, a gleaming city of domes and towers, stands as a testament to humanity's perseverance and vision.]
Voiceover:
"In a historic achievement for mankind, the founding of the Lunar Settlement of Armstrong marks our first victory in the post-war era, reigniting a sense of purpose and reaffirming our destiny among the stars."
[The camera zooms in on astronauts and engineers working together on the lunar surface, planting flags and assembling infrastructure, their movements slow but deliberate under the Moon's reduced gravity. The Armstrong Settlement, named after the first man to walk on the moon, Neil Armstrong, represents hope and the promise of exploration after years of conflict. The screen lingers on the settlers' faces—determined, hopeful, and ready to usher in a new era.]
Voiceover (cont.):
"Meanwhile, the Revolutions of 1989 continue to ripple across Eastern Europe, as the once-mighty Soviet Union struggles to maintain control amidst a wave of democratic reforms and the return of exiled governments. The balance of power is shifting, and the Iron Curtain is beginning to fall."
[The scene shifts to the streets of Prague, Budapest, and Berlin, where jubilant crowds chant for freedom, waving flags and tearing down statues of Soviet leaders. Young and old alike rally in the streets, their eyes alight with the hope of a new future. Protesters hold signs demanding reform as Soviet tanks idle on the outskirts, their presence looming yet impotent.
Cut to Warsaw, where the aftermath of destruction paints a different picture. Rubble litters the streets, and twisted metal and debris from collapsed rail lines clutter the once-bustling Polish capital.]
Voiceover (cont.):
"Tensions escalate further as Red Twilight, the Soviet Union's most powerful and controversial superhero, engages in a brutal confrontation with Polish superhero Cascade Casimir and the Solidarity-backed super-team '4859.' The battle has left much of Warsaw's rail infrastructure in ruins, marking yet another flashpoint in the crumbling relationship between the USSR and its former Warsaw Pact members."
[Footage cuts to a devastated Warsaw station. Railcars lie toppled, their metal frames bent like wire, while a plume of smoke rises into the overcast sky. Onlookers, both Polish civilians and Soviet soldiers, stare in disbelief at the devastation. Red Twilight, bloodied but still formidable, is seen retreating from the battlefield as Cascade Casimir and his team help rescue survivors trapped under the wreckage.]
Voiceover (cont.):
"With the Soviet Union's grip weakening and local heroes rallying behind democratic movements, the power dynamics across Eastern Europe are shifting, and the once-unchallenged Soviet influence is quickly fading."
[The camera pans back to show Soviet officials in Moscow, tense and quiet, as they watch the news unfold, knowing they are losing control.
The screen flickers, and a new image emerges: the Berlin Wall, with thousands of people on either side, cheering as they break through the barrier that divided East and West for nearly three decades.]
Voiceover (final words):
"And in other news... the Berlin Wall has fallen."
[Images of hammers and chisels striking the wall, young people climbing over its crumbling sections, and families reuniting on either side fill the screen. Tears of joy, laughter, and a sense of freedom sweep over the crowd as the long-standing symbol of division collapses before the world's eyes.
The scene fades to black, the echoes of history reverberating through the silence.]
Eight…
A Channel Changes
[The screen shifts from the usual evening news to the turmoil gripping the Soviet Union, the camera panning over the once-grand streets of Moscow, now filled with tanks and soldiers. Red Twilight, the towering, crimson-clad Soviet superhero, stands defiantly atop a tank, his fists clenched as his booming voice echoes through the snow-dusted square.]
Red Twilight:
"I WILL CAST DOWN THIS REACTIONARY!"
[His voice is a thunderous growl, filled with the same fervor that fueled his battles during the war. His eyes burn with the intensity of a man determined to preserve what little remains of his revolutionary ideals.]
[But from the shadows, a figure steps forward—young, armored, and resolute. The Decemberist, a symbol of the new generation, stands defiantly between Red Twilight and the Soviet Parliament, his voice calm but firm as he faces the veteran hero.]
Decemberist:
"And condemn us to another Stalin? You are no Lenin or Trotsky, Red Twilight. Our people will survive without you, and the pain of the past."
[The crowd watches in silence as these two titans of Soviet ideology confront each other, the old guard and the new. Red Twilight's eyes narrow, his body tense, unwilling to yield.]
Red Twilight:
"THEY WILL CONDEMN US TO THE MEDIOCRITY OF DECAY! THE SLOW DEATH! AND YOU WOULD HAVE US EMBRACE IT FULLY!"
[His voice cracks like a whip, lashing out at the younger man, his words filled with the weight of decades of sacrifice and disillusionment. The tank beneath him rumbles as if ready to charge forward at his command.]
Decemberist:
"Better we survive the fall and rise again, than burn in the fire of falsehood. You'll damn us all for your ambitions! You're no more a man than a king of supers lording over the rest of us."
[The tension hangs thick in the air, two ideologies clashing in a moment that will decide the fate of the crumbling Soviet Union. Red Twilight growls, his hands glowing faintly with the immense power he has wielded for decades. But even he hesitates, sensing the shift in the winds of history.
The screen cuts away abruptly, shifting to footage of Coalition Forces advancing across the Kuwaiti desert, tanks rolling forward as plumes of smoke rise in the distance.]
Voiceover:
"In other news, Coalition forces in Kuwait have driven back Saddam Hussein's Iraqi army, securing vital positions in Operation Desert Storm."
[The scene switches to triumphant soldiers raising their flags, the war in the Middle East a stark contrast to the ideological battle raging in the heart of Moscow.
The broadcast fades, leaving viewers to ponder which conflict will shape the future most—the war for Kuwait, or the war for the soul of the Soviet Union.]
Seven…
"A Channel Shifts" – Late Night Broadcast
[The familiar sound of late-night chatter fills the screen as the legendary talk show host Johnny Carson smiles at his audience, his iconic desk a comforting symbol for millions across the nation. But tonight, his guests are not comedians or actors—they're far larger than life. The camera zooms in on his guests: President Bill Clinton and the towering figure of America's greatest superhero, John Atom.]
Johnny Carson:
"Ladies and gentlemen, the President of the United States, Bill Clinton, and America's greatest superhero, John Atom."*
The audience erupts into applause as John Atom, dressed in his sleek, military-style uniform, offers a reserved smile. His presence, once thought lost during the Crisis, has become a beacon of hope. Carson leans forward, his eyes twinkling.
Johnny Carson:
"John, thanks for coming on the show. You've been through a lot, but I gotta ask, how does it feel to be back after all this time?"
John Atom:
"Thanks, Johnny. Glad to be here. I'm just thankful you're still around. I used to watch you back when I was a younger man, fighting in Nam. Missed the whole Crisis, though..."
His voice trails off as he looks down, his expression turning somber.
"I feel bad about it."
The weight of the words hangs in the air for a moment before President Clinton interjects with his signature empathy.
Bill Clinton:
"Son, you were stuck in another cosmic dimension we didn't even know existed until last year. There's nothing to be ashamed of."
John Atom forces a smile, but behind his eyes, the audience can sense the burden he carries. Three years back from a dimension beyond comprehension, and yet, the guilt of being absent during Earth's darkest hour weighs heavily on him. The Crisis—the war that nearly destroyed everything—happened without him. And now, as the nation rebuilds, he is tasked with protecting it once more.
He shifts in his chair, feeling the crushing responsibility of his return, not just as a superhero but as a symbol. But the truth? The lies that the government asks him to tell haunt him more than any battle. He'd missed the Crisis, sure. But he didn't miss what came after.
Johnny Carson:
"Well, it's good to have you back, John. America needs you, and I think the world does too."
John Atom nods, his smile tight, masking the turmoil inside him.
[The broadcast suddenly cuts to a bright, cheerful news segment, juxtaposing the tension in the room with a happy, almost surreal announcement.]
Voiceover:
"In other news, love is in the air! Veteran superheroes Dialect and Shifter have welcomed triplets into the world."
[Images flash on screen of the happy family, Logan "Dialect" Lawson and Sarah "Shifter" Ambrose, holding their newborns. The babies, wrapped in superhero-themed blankets, are adorable, a symbol of hope and renewal. The audience coos as the photos pan across the screen.]
Voiceover (continued):
"Now don't they look adorable with those three? What a happy family! It's moments like these that remind us of the brighter days ahead."
But as the camera returns to John Atom, his eyes linger on the screen, his mind likely a thousand miles away. His heart, once heavy with guilt, now weighs even more—knowing the future these children will inherit is uncertain. He will carry that weight. Even if they can't tell the truth, he will protect them from it.
[The broadcast ends on a bittersweet note—America is healing, but scars remain, both seen and unseen.]
Six…
A Channel Shifts…
The New Supervillain Globex Nodded to the Camera: What the people want, is controlled violence of the past…they want VIOLENCE and BLOOD! And who am I to deny a product.
TO PRESENT THE WORLDS NEWEST FORM OF ENTERTAINMENT! HERO V VILLAIN BLOOD BOWL!
Globex: Order your seats…you'll want the front row.
"We now return to our regularly scheduled program, Massacres in Rwanda Prevented by Super Hero Couple Moto-Mwewe and Simba-Dhoruba."
Five…
The Channels Shifts
[The screen flickers, moving rapidly between high-energy segments. The bright, excitable face of a human interest reporter fills the screen, their enthusiasm contagious as they rattle off the latest economic headlines.]
Human Interest Reporter:
"As far as the stock market is concerned, folks, the Dot Com Bubble will last forever! So what are you waiting for? Go out and make a change! This is the future!"
[The camera pans to images of bustling tech startups, newly-minted millionaires, and a surge of online innovations. Optimism is palpable, but beneath it, a sense of uncertainty looms as the bubble grows larger and more fragile. The reporter's grin widens as if willing the success to last forever.]
[Suddenly, the screen cuts to an entirely different tone—cold, harsh, and brimming with tension. The graphic at the bottom reads: "Superhero Proxy War: Gagarin vs. Russia." The camera zooms in on footage from space, revealing the dark expanse dotted with glowing stars, and in the foreground, clashes of light as super-powered individuals battle in the void.]
News Anchor:
"In other news, the growing tension between the newly-formed Space Colony of Gagarin and Russia has erupted into an active superhero proxy war. What started as a dispute over territorial claims and resources has escalated into full-blown conflict, with rival heroes from both sides engaging in skirmishes across lunar bases and asteroid mining sites."
[Footage shows Russian-aligned superheroes launching devastating energy blasts at their Gagarin counterparts, while robotic drones and high-tech fighter jets race across the dark backdrop of space. The consequences of this war are yet to be fully understood, but the stakes—Earth's claim to space supremacy—could not be higher.]
News Anchor (continued):
"Reports suggest that both sides are fielding new generations of enhanced soldiers and powered individuals. Casualties have already been reported, and tensions continue to rise as calls for diplomatic resolution fall on deaf ears."
[As the segment closes, the mood shifts again. From the cold darkness of space to the vibrant, green wilderness of the Amazon rainforest. The screen fills with footage of towering trees, waterfalls, and exotic wildlife, but it's not the lush landscape that catches the viewer's attention—it's the figure that moves swiftly through the jungle.]
Voiceover:
"Meanwhile, in South America, the Amazon rainforest has a new protector. Who is the scarlet-eyed avenger battling to restore nature's balance?"
[Images flash of a masked figure, draped in earthy tones, with glowing red eyes cutting through the thick canopy. The protector is seen effortlessly leaping through the treetops, fighting back loggers and industrial forces encroaching on the rainforest. Environmentalists are hailing this mysterious hero as a potential savior for one of the world's most endangered ecosystems.]
Voiceover (continued):
"Local sources claim that the Scarlet-Eyed Avenger, as they've come to be known, has single-handedly driven out entire corporations responsible for illegal deforestation. But their identity remains shrouded in mystery. Is this a new breed of hero, or is there something more ancient at work in the heart of the Amazon?"
[The camera zooms in on the figure standing atop a high tree branch, surveying the dense forest below. The protector's eyes glimmer with an otherworldly light before disappearing into the thick foliage. The broadcast shifts once more, the world's focus constantly flipping between the farthest reaches of space and the deep wildernesses of Earth, as humanity grapples with the dawning of a new age—one fraught with both hope and conflict.]
Four…
A Channel Stops
The screen momentarily freezes, then shifts to a breaking news segment. The headline scrolls across the bottom: "Supreme Court Ruling on Aritov Corporation."
News Anchor:
"The Supreme Court has found the multinational Aritov Corporation guilty of insider trading, illegal arms sales, and a variety of financial crimes. Federal forces have been ordered to seize all assets effective immediately. Additionally, the United States Meta Investigation Department (USMID) has—"
[The broadcast is cut short, interrupted by on-the-ground footage. Smoke billows from a destroyed SWAT van, overturned and mangled. Standing triumphantly atop the wreckage is Ion Aritov, the towering figure of corporate greed personified, garbed in a sleek, metallic suit that pulses with energy.]
Ion Aritov (shouting over the chaos):
"I've made nations bend and politicians die for less! What can any one of you do to someone that is untouchable by law and man?!"
[His voice reverberates through the air, filled with arrogance and unchecked power. The camera shakes, capturing the fear and panic of the federal agents surrounding him, unsure of how to respond to a force that seems beyond their grasp.
[Suddenly, the camera cuts to another figure entering the scene. The crowd stirs. It's John Atom, America's greatest superhero, descending from the sky with authority. His presence commands immediate attention.]
J. Atom (calm, but firm):
"No one's above the law, you old beancounter—not even you."
[Ion Aritov sneers, preparing for a confrontation, but Atom barely glances at him. Instead, he turns to another man on the ground Dialect, Logan Lawson, the Department's sharpest mind. Dialect is already deep into his investigation, papers in hand, but looks up as Atom addresses him.]
J. Atom (grinning):
"Logan, buddy, the Department's a mess. What have you been doing, letting things get this far?"
Dialect (dryly):
"Waiting for you, while hitting the middle managers for intel. They break easier."
J. Atom smirks, looking back at the corporate supervillain still looming over the destroyed vehicles.
J. Atom (to the camera, with a wink):
"Well then, enforce your warrant. I've got an arrest to make."
[The air crackles as Atom's fists glow with energy. Ion Aritov's expression shifts from confidence to fury, realizing he's no longer the most powerful being on the battlefield. Before he can react, Atom charges forward, a shockwave rippling through the street. The camera catches the first blow before cutting away to another breaking story.]
[The screen flashes to a more somber scene, the vibrant chaos of the confrontation replaced by the quiet halls of Armstrong, the first lunar settlement. The image of the American flag flying on the Moon is overlaid with black-and-white footage of a familiar figure from Earth's past: former President Richard Nixon.]
News Anchor (voice soft):
"In other news, Armstrong's governor of several years, former President Richard Milhouse Nixon, has passed away of natural causes. Nixon, who famously oversaw the initial stages of America's space colonization efforts, had long served as a guiding hand in Earth's lunar politics. His death marks the end of an era for Armstrong, and for humanity's first steps among the stars."
[The camera cuts to crowds gathering outside Armstrong's lunar capital, paying their respects. Even in this new age of heroes and interstellar politics, the legacies of Earth's past still cast long shadows. The channel holds there for a moment, before shifting to the next story, a world forever teetering between hope and upheaval.]
Three…
A Channel Changes
[The screen flickers, transitioning from one segment to another. News anchors speak in a hurried, excited tone as the camera shifts to a live press conference. Standing at a podium, flanked by the European Union's top superhero team, is John Atom, America's greatest superhero, a symbol of hope in turbulent times. In his hand, he holds a small document, embossed with golden letters—the charter for something new, something ambitious.]
J. Atom (looking out at the gathered press):
"I've been wondering about the direction our world has been heading for a while now...
[There's a pause, as the press leans in, eager to capture every word.]
"A lot of us don't want to talk about the elephant in the room—the Alien Ghettos. They've been fueling a fire of hate for years, and I don't think we can afford to ignore it anymore. I know, as America's hero, I bear some blame for turning a blind eye to it—both for necessary reasons, and maybe... selfish ones too."
[He hesitates for a brief moment, letting his words hang in the air before continuing, his voice firm and filled with purpose.]
"But I'm here now. I'm not just asking for help in defending the world—we've all done enough of that. I'm asking for something bigger, something that goes beyond battles. We need to improve it, for all the children of Earth. Human or alien, it doesn't matter."
[He holds up the charter for the cameras, the document glinting under the lights.]
"Which is why today, I'm opening trials for the United Justice Society. A new team, one that welcomes anyone who's willing to fight for justice—be they human or alien. No matter their origin or power, everyone deserves a place in this world."*
[There's a murmur in the room as journalists snap photos and shout questions. The image of John Atom—towering, powerful, and yet introspective—paints a stark contrast to the world's often-chaotic politics. For many, he's more than just a hero; he's a bridge between divided worlds.]
[The camera shifts again, cutting to another breaking news story. Footage from the streets of Los Angeles shows chaos in motion: burning cars, shattered storefronts, and plumes of smoke rising into the sky. The scene centers around two figures locked in combat—one human, the other alien.]
News Anchor (voiceover):
"In other news, the alien vigilante group Iron Star clashed with the Ku Klux Klan's super-enforcer Firecross in a brutal, close-range battle in the streets of Los Angeles. The confrontation, which has left parts of the city in ruins, marks the latest escalation in racial tensions that have only worsened since the rise of alien ghettos across the globe."
[The footage shows Firecross, his body engulfed in flames, hurling fireballs at Iron Star, whose alien armor deflects the searing heat. Buildings crumble in their wake as the two fight for dominance, each blow shaking the foundations of the city. Onlookers scream and flee, while police and first responders scramble to maintain order.]
News Anchor (continuing):
"The battle is being seen as a symptom of larger societal unrest, with many calling for reform in the treatment of extraterrestrial refugees who have been marginalized since their arrival on Earth."
[The camera cuts back to the anchor, their face grim and serious as the image of the two super-beings locked in battle lingers in the background.]
News Anchor (closing):
*"With tensions at an all-time high, the world watches and waits—will we learn to coexist with our alien neighbors, or are we doomed to repeat the mistakes of the past?"*
[The screen fades out as the news cycle continues its relentless pace, leaving viewers to ponder the uncertain future that lies ahead.]
Two…
A Channel opens to the latest story
[The scene opens with a burst of patriotic music, a sweeping shot of the American flag waving triumphantly against the backdrop of the night sky. The camera zooms in on a bright-eyed, energetic human interest reporter, microphone in hand, standing before a massive crowd at a bustling spaceport. Families, engineers, astronauts, and civilians alike fill the scene, all looking skyward with a shared sense of wonder and anticipation.]
Human Interest Reporter (excitedly, barely containing the energy):
"We are going to Mars, and we will NOT be stopped!"
[The crowd erupts in applause behind him, their cheers deafening as the camera pans to the towering rocket at the center of the frame—gleaming, almost mythic in its size, a testament to human ambition. The glowing lights of the launchpad flicker, casting long shadows as preparations continue in earnest.]
Reporter (shouting over the noise):
"In just a few short hours, humanity will embark on its greatest adventure yet. The Lunar colonies were just the beginning—Armstrong was our first victory—but Mars? Mars is the future!"
[The camera cuts to shots of the Astronaut Corps, adorned in cutting-edge spacesuits, climbing aboard their shuttle. The crew is a mix of veterans and young pioneers, each of them hailed as heroes, ready to take humanity's next great leap into the unknown. They wave at the crowd, saluting the onlookers, their faces illuminated by the glow of the massive rocket engines behind them.]
Reporter (narrating as the footage rolls):
"This mission—Olympus I—represents the culmination of decades of technological advances, international cooperation, and sheer human determination. These astronauts—men and women from across the globe—will be the first humans to set foot on the Red Planet. The stakes? Nothing short of history itself."
[The screen cuts to a split frame, showing both the launch preparations and a panel of experts in the studio. One of them, a renowned space historian, leans forward, his expression one of awe.]
Space Historian (speaking solemnly):
"Mars isn't just the next step, it's the proving ground. For over a century, we dreamed of this moment. And now, in our lifetimes, we're witnessing the dawn of a new age—the Martian Age. Our reach no longer ends at Earth's orbit."
[The scene shifts back to the spaceport, where the crowd chants in unison: "Mars! Mars! Mars!" The excitement is palpable, every face lit with hope and pride. Parents hold their children on their shoulders, pointing to the sky, while the astronauts enter their spacecraft one by one, fully suited up, their visors reflecting the brilliant lights of the launchpad.]
Reporter (voice rising with emotion):
"In a world that's seen so much division, so many challenges—this moment reminds us what we are truly capable of when we come together. There's no denying it, folks: the stars are within our grasp. Mars isn't just an abstract goal anymore. In a matter of months, we will be there, living, working, and forging a new future!"
[The screen transitions to another clip, showing the sleek Martian habitats, already under construction by autonomous drones, dotting the red sands of the planet's surface. The habitats glimmer in the Martian sunlight, each one a symbol of hope and persistence.]
Reporter (excitedly):
"From the colonies of the moon to the orbiting cities around Earth, this mission will prove one thing—that there is no limit to human ambition. No boundary we can't cross. No world we can't reach!"
[As the camera zooms back to the spaceport, the massive rocket engines roar to life, filling the screen with fire and smoke, as the countdown begins. The crowd grows even louder, their cheers merging with the rumble of the engines.]
Reporter (grinning, speaking over the sound):
We are going to Mars—and we will not be stopped!"
[The final shot lingers on the rocket, slowly lifting off the ground, its ascent into the heavens a visual metaphor for the unstoppable force of human progress. The screen fades to black, leaving viewers with the image of a red planet on the horizon, and the sound of thunderous applause echoing into space.]
One.
"HAPPY NEW YEAR!!"
Congratulations…somehow despite everything, Mankind made it to the second millennium.
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Logan Lawson Looked over the files again. "God its been years since I did this?"
"Reread old files director?" Atom said as he handed you some coffee.
"Heh, memory lane…these things don't exactly look good, their out of date." Logan said. "This one's mine."
Name: Logan Lawson
Age: 38 (Born July 5th 1963)
Cape Name: Dialect
City of Operation: Washington DC
Skills: Polymath, Hand to Hand Combat
Equipment: Advanced Spy Suit and Armor, Handguns.
Powers: None
Biography: The Current Head of the USMID, Logan has lived a terrifyingly exciting life. First being trained to be the ultimate human hero, his training was cut short by by the Crisis and he acted as a combat instructor and spy for his resistance group in Minnesota, he later went to Princton and dedicated his life to being a superhero, meeting his wife when he turned Twenty-One. He joined the USMID at Twenty-three as a "Cape Buster" and held that roll for nearly a decade before being promoted to director in 1999.
"Its time to see what else is needing to be updated."
Lets make your Heroes!:
[]Write in name
(Apperence or Picture is optional)
[]Write in Age
[]Cape Name
[]Species
[]City of Operation
[]Skills
[]Equipment
[]Powers
[]Biography
AN: Enjoy. Plan format please.
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- Location
- California,USA
Okay...
Powers.
Powers Go to several levels levels.
Untrained: You have no idea how to use it. (Gives a -10 to all rolls when using your powers) *
Controlled: You can control your powers to the point you can't hurt anyone (NO bonuses) *
Trained: You can use your powers for Basic combat or menuvers (Gives a +10 to all Combat and utility rolls)
Skilled: You can use them for Advanced Techniques (Gives a +15 to all Combat and Utility Rolls)
Mastered: You have more or less mastery of your powers (Gives a +20 to all Combat and utility rolls)
*These are where powers or techniques or magic ranks usually are before advanced training. This is where most super heroes starting out ARE!
- Location
- California,USA
OP Powers can exist and you can use them, they have TERRIBLE and dangerous drawbacks until the characters can get a handle on them, or have enough control to hold back with a reduced bonuse.
TLDR: OP Powersets have drawbacks or weaknesses that make them difficult to manage and that is a gameplay system I accounted for. But I don't exactly have a lot of knowledge to say witch powers are too overpowered as I was kinda focused on building up the Era.
- Location
- California,USA
Well its a framing device. It's its narrative Purpose.
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Okey so we just either start at untrained or controlled got it.
Is there any bonus to start at untrained? Can her pick controller or are we set to untrained?
But late for me already so will write and post my sheet tomorrow. I do have 2 questions wanted to asks for my sheet.
What's the current situation in Texas? I don't think it was mentioned? Might have missed it/misunderstood thought.
Would it be allowed the power to warp/teleport my Pc and other things persons? Would have a limit on range and probably how many things at a time I can warp,
For visual example was thinking how the protag of FF XV Noctis (if you know the game) uses his power to teleport to where he throws his weapons and other places, wanted something similar based on that. Would that be allowed?
Also any limits on equipment? Or only condition is that it fits our characters concepts/backstories?
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Ok Cool.
So, then it would be better for me... if I made them Juryrigg's?
[X]Plan: The Foreman
-[X] Amber Formani
-[X] The Foreman
-[X] Human
-[X] New York City
-[X] General Knowledge about construction work, includes math, electrical, and anything else involved in large scale construction could not repair a phone however, as that's not the kind of building she does.
-[X] Toolbox, contacts to various places to buy materials from, utility bet, and a Hard Hat.
-[X] Creates practically defenseless Minions however they can shape present materials into parts of buildings, as they're autonomous they can cause chaos in a ton of ways if not properly controlled.
-[X] Her father raised her alone, and as such she practically grew up inside construction yards, always eager to help those working there with her work. Her favorite memories involve making lemonade to give to her Father and the other workers, as she felt rather isolated in her school life. Has just discovered her power a week ago, and until things change she wants to continue in her line of work, and perhaps make homes for the homeless along the way.
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